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03) Fun Girl

“I DIDN'T PEAK IN HIGH SCHOOL I'M STILL OUT HERE GETTIN CUTER!!” Maryse and Saweetie rapped along to Industry Baby by Lil Nas X and Jack while on their way to the gym.

“Nas and Jack ate that up!” Saweetie told Maryse as the song was coming to an end. Maryse immediately agreed.

“They sure did! It’s definitely going to be huge, I can tell.” Maryse replied. Saweetie watched her long time friend take a photo of the song playing on the radio before smiling back down at her phone.

“Hm, so things must be going great between you and Jack?” Saweetie questioned

Maryse was so distracted by her phone that she didn’t hear her.

“BIIIITCH! I can’t believe Jack got Rubi Rose pregnant!!” Saweetie shrieked loudly.

Maryse jumped in her seat, her phone dropping to the floor of the car. “WHAT?!”

Saweetie couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Oh I knew that would get your attention.”

Maryse picked up her phone with an eye roll. “That’s seriously not funny.”

Her friend simply gave her a knowing smile before turning into the parking lot of the gym. “I was just wondering how everything’s going with lover boy, but I’m assuming it’s going great because of that silly little grin you have on your face.”

Maryse ignored her and grabbed her gym bag and hopped out the car. “First of all, he’s not my lover boy, we’re simply just friends.”

Saweetie laughed again, “yeah ok boo whatever you say, but I’ve known you since college and you don’t even smile half as big when I text you!” She said walking ahead of Maryse

Maryse hurried behind her to catch up. “Will you slow down, geez”

“And that’s not even true!” Maryse huffed.

“Uh huh. SURE. Then who are all those love songs you've been writing about?” Saweetie turned to question Maryse

“You’ve been going through my songbook?!” Maryse asked before dropping her mouth in shock.

“No, I was lying. I just wanted to see your reaction.” Saweetie soon told her.

Maryse sighed a little. She may have a tiny crush on everyone’s favorite white rapper but she swears it’s only a little one. They’ve only hung out once more since that day at the studio, two months ago.

“Ok, fine. I might have a tiny crush on the guy.” Maryse told her, bringing her thumb and pointer fingers together to emphasize how small of a crush she had on Jack.

“Besides, nothings gonna happen anyway. I’m nowhere near ready to start dating again.” Maryse mentioned. She dated Nate for so long, that now that they broke up, she was scared to open her heart up again.

Saweetie gave Maryse a look of sympathy, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you not ready or are you just scared that Jack is going to hurt you just like Nate did?”

Maryse’s head dropped with a sigh. She hated how well Saweetie knew her. “Look, the gym isn’t the place to really talk about this, so we can talk more about it later but here’s something to think about. Don’t let your fear stop you from finding the love you truly strive for. Nate has nothing to offer you right now in the present. So don’t let him shape your future.”

To stop herself from crying in public she reached forward and gave Saweetie a big hug. “I love you, Diamonté. Thank you.”

Pulling away Maryse jokingly said. “When did you get so wise?”

“Girl, I think it’s all the Steve Harvey tik toks I’ve been watching. That man knows everything!”

The two of them looked at each other and laughed loudly before walking towards the treadmills.

After Maryse and Saweetie made it back from the gym, the two girls decided to just chill around the house. Saweetie was currently in the kitchen cooking their favorite Filipino dish sinigang when Maryse decided to hop on Instagram Live to catch up with fans.

“I’m about to hop on live so don’t say anything crazy!” Maryse yelled from the kitchen table.

“No promises! You know I can’t control what comes out my mouth!” Her friend yells back

Maryse just shakes her head before sending off a tweet to let her followers know to join the live.

“Hi guys! Surprise, I’m on live! It’s been a long time huh?” Maryse said, speaking into the phone.

She leaned forward squinting a little to read the comments that were rapidly coming in. “Ooh okay, we got 6 thousand people on right now, thank y’all for joining!”

“What are you doing right now?” Maryse read the comment out loud. “Well, I landed in LA yesterday afternoon and right now I’m waiting for my personal chef to finish my dinner” She said trying to hold in her laughter, and mouthed “watch this” into the camera. Maryse could hear Saweetie drop her utensils down in the kitchen. Not even 10 seconds later, Saweetie pops down next to her and hits her slightly with her hand.

“Bitch, you wish I was your personal chef!” Maryse smiled at her before looking back at the comments.

Saweetie pointed towards a comment on the screen. “Here’s a good one, Maryse. When are we getting new music?”

Maryse tapped her pointer finger to her face, like she was thinking. Her new single was dropping soon but they didn’t need to know that quite yet.

“I don’t have an answer to that, but I’ve been in the studio almost everyday trying to make sure everything is perfect. I promise, it’ll be worth the wait.”

Maryse laughed seeing Doja comment that she and Saweetie were having too much without her.

“Doja! We’re having a horrible time without you! We miss you so much!” Maryse replied back and blew kisses to the camera. “You know, you my bestie in a tessie!” Saweetie said to Doja.

Maryse and Saweetie laughed and talked to the fans for a while before she saw the name Urban Wyatt request to join the live. Before she could react, Saweetie blurted out, “Who the fuck is Urban Wyatt?!”

All Maryse could do was stare at her friend in bewilderment then shake her head. She accepted his request and a couple seconds later he showed up.

“I’m sorry about her, she’s from our straight outta the hood program, and lacks some home training.” Maryse said jokingly.

“But how are you doing?”

Maryse wanted to ask him where his best friend was, but contained herself.

Urban laughed at her joke before responding. “I’m alright, you know just in the studio with my boy.”

Behind Urban you could hear a voice questioning who he was speaking to. The sound of Jack’s voice was making Maryse’s stomach tingle, it seemed to get worse when he finally appeared in front of the camera.

Maryse couldn’t help but give him a shy smile, but it turned into a full blown smile when Jack smiled back.

“Hello, ladies.” Jack greeted them, taking a seat next to Urban

“Cracker Jack!” Saweetie said with a wave before going back to eating her food.

“Hi, Jackman, I heard you guys are in the studio.” Maryse already knew this, the two of them were texting all morning, and planned on hanging out the next day since they were both in town.

Jack nodded, taking over the phone from Urban. “Been here all day.”

Jack got closer to the camera “what’s the move for tonight? Y’all look good.” Jack said with a flirty smile. He wasn’t lying, they both looked good. But he was only looking at Maryse.

“Boy bye!” Saweetie said with a wave of her hand while Maryse couldn’t stop the smile on her smile.

Deciding to ignore him, Maryse answered his first question.

“We’re probably just going to bar—“ Maryse was cut off

“Fuck a bar! We going to the club! We OUTSIDE!”

Giving a funny look into the camera, “my apologies, I guess we’re hitting up the club” Maryse shrugged. She really didn’t feel like going out but also felt like she needed a night out after spending so many nights in the studio.

Since Jack was in the studio, Maryse could hear what sounded like horns in the background. She couldn’t help but bring it up.

“Let the people hear what you’re working on! From what I can hear it sounds good.” Maryse told him.

“Yeah! Let us hear, Cracker Jack!”

“Will you ever stop calling me that?”

“No.”

Jack shocked his head at her before talking the phone over to the soundboards.

“Alright, I’ll play the first 20 seconds. Mainly because that’s all I have and I can’t give away too much.” Jack said before giving a wink into the camera.

If Maryse was lying down, that wink would’ve had her giggling and kicking her feet.

The ladies watched as Jack pressed play and the sounds of horns sounded from behind him. It sounded amazing. After a few seconds you could hear Jack come in

Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm tss

My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret

I don't wish for my success, I speak it….

Maryse and Saweetie started bobbing their heads and dancing in their seats. The comments were going crazy at the snippet. Maryse cheered a little as the snippet ended.

“Jack, you gotta finish that ASAP! I’m loving the horns” Maryse told him, Saweetie nodded her head in agreement.

Maryse thought it was sweet watching Jack put his head down shyly to hide him blushing.

“Thanks, ma” He told her.

It was Maryse’s turn to blush.

Jack and Urban had to get off soon after to finish working in the studio but not before dropping the news that the two of you worked on a song together and quickly leaving the live leaving the fans to freak out

“He’s lying. What I tell you guys about believing white men!”

LIFEOFMONET

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lifeofmonet: I see why my ex didn’t want me outside, they love me out here 🤪

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user: ah yesss

dojacat: don’t have too much fun without me!

user: literally so obsessed with you 😍

user: Nate really an idiot for letting you go!

user: need new music now

jackharlow: have fun, ladies!

user: I love single Maryse!!

user: CITY GIRLS UP FR

Maryse and Saweetie walked down the sidewalk with their arms hooked together. They weren’t in the least bit drunk, but laughter has been going on all night. The two spent a total of 30 minutes at the club before deciding to just go to a bar with good music instead.

“What are we having?” Saweetie asks Maryse as they walk to the bar. Sitting down waiting for the waiter to approach them.

“Hm, let’s be lemon drop bops tonight” Maryse told her with a grin.

“Yes hunny! I love the sound of that”

3 lemon drops later Maryse was starting to feel buzzed. She’s always been a lightweight.

Leaning over to talk in her friends ear she said “I’m going to the restroom, I’ll be right back!”

Saweetie nodded before asking if Maryse needed her to come with. Shaking her head no Maryse replied “Stay here! We don’t wanna lose our table!”

Maryse made her way to the restroom in one piece. Thankfully, there was hardly a long wait.

After washing her hands and convincing herself that she wasn’t that drunk, Maryse left the bathroom. As she was turning the corner she ran into what felt like a brick wall.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry—“ Maryse stopped herself once she saw who it was.

It was Nate.

Rolling her eyes, she moved to walk around him but he stopped her.

“I have nothing to say to you, move out of my way.” Maryse gritted her teeth at him.

“Oh c’mon babe, don’t treat me like that.” Nate said, stepping closer to her. Maryse’s back hit the hallway wall.

“I saw your little instagram post.” Nate mentioned

Maryse couldn’t help but roll her eyes again at him. “Really? That’s why you have me cornered right now.” Nate was really starting to piss her off. The alcohol making it worse.

“Let’s get back together.” Nate begged her.

The audacity of this man. “HELL NO! I don’t know if it’s because you’re constantly hitting your head while playing football or what but I’m never getting back together with you. Now, I suggest you leave before Diamonté sees you and kicks your ass.” Maryse told him before pushing past him and walking away

“That’s fine! I don’t want your hoe ass anyway! No one does.” Nate spat out, nose flaring.

Maryse almost turned back around to give him another piece of her mind, but what he said next made her stop in her tracks.

“I’m glad you said no when I proposed to you. You know what they say, you can’t turn a ho into a housewife. You're always going to be the fun girl, the homie. It’s cool to hang out with you until it’s time to settle down. Never going to be wifey material with that nasty attitude.”

Maryse counted to 10 in her head to calm herself down. How dare he. She continued to walk away, not even wanting to give him the pleasure of knowing he hurt her. Making her way back to the table by the bar she ignored Saweetie when she asked why it took her so long and ordered a round of vodka shots. Maryse had a point to prove now. She’ll show him a fun girl.

Few hours later, the crowd in the bar was starting to thin. This particular bar was open 24 hours but it was almost 3 am so people were starting to leave. Maryse and Saweetie were giggling like teenagers. They’ve lost count how many drinks they each had tonight.

“You're really lucky I wasn’t around when he cornered you, that’s all I’m saying!” Saweetie told her

“What were you gonna do? Kick his ass?” Maryse questioned.

“Yes I would’ve went WWE on his ass!” Maryse could not stop laughing at that. All she could visualize was Saweetie suplexing a football player double her size.

“I think we should call it a night.” Maryse said after they stopped laughing with a slur of her words. She was dreading the hangover she was bound to have in the morning.

Saweetie nods in agreement, “yup, I’m done. But you gotta call Uber. My phone died.” She slips off the stool and staggers towards Maryse. “Oh, I love this song! Let’s dance, while we wait! Saweetie screeches as she pulls Maryse towards the dance floor to dance to Sticky by Drake

“There’s hardly anyone dancing anymore!” Maryse complained.

“Who cares?” She argues before pulling Maryse towards her.

“Oh fuck!” Saweetie ends up tripping over her feet, falling and managing to drag Maryse down with her with a yelp. “Sorry!” She laughs.

Maryse would be embarrassed right now if she wasn’t drunk off her ass. She couldn’t imagine what the two of them looked like laying on the bar floor a giggling mess. As much fun she’s having, Maryse is starting to remember why she doesn’t go out with Saweetie.

“URBAN, JACK WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Saweetie yells out

Hearing Jack’s name almost sobered Maryse up completely.

Looking up, Urban looked like he was trying to contain his laughter while Jack had a worried expression on his face as they loomed over top of them.

“You texted me to come pick you up from here.” Jack said, helping you to your feet. Urban doing the same with Saweetie.

“Oh.” Jack stumbles back in surprise as Maryse throws her arm around him in a drunken hug. “I’m so happy you’re here!”

“Damn, they’re plastered.” Urban said, trying his hardest to hold Saweetie up right.

Jack just nods before telling him to make sure Saweetie got home safely. He was going to take Maryse back to his place.

“You think you can walk to my truck?” Jack asked Maryse.

“Of course I’m not that drunk.” She was.

Jack guides her out of the bar. Maryse was ashamed to admit it but if Jack’s arm wasn’t wrapped around her waist to hold her up, she would be eating concrete right now.

As they walk out the exit door, Jack decides to carry Maryse to his car, since he parked around the back to avoid the possibility of paparazzi.

“You aren’t going to throw up on me, are you?” Jack jokes

“No” Maryse scuffs

“Hm, are you sure?” Jack laughs, the vibrations from his chest pass through her.

“I’m fine, I promise.” Maryse said as she relaxed into his arms.

Jack places her down for just a few seconds so he could unlock and open the car door.

“Ok, just warn me before you throw up, these are my favorite pair of New Balance. I’m putting you in the car now.”

Maryse insisted again that she wasn’t going to throw up. Jack still didn’t believe her. He lowered her into the car and leaned over her to buckle the seat belt. His LV cologne invaded her nostrils. As Jack pulls back all Maryse could do was give him a big cheesy smile. She reaches her hand forward to try to reach out to him.

“Woah, there’s two of you!”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Maryse, you’re adorable, you know that?”

“Yeah, that’s what people say.” She said tiredly before closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the seat.

Jack drives them back to his apartment, not wanting to leave her alone in this state. The ride back was quiet before he heard Maryse speak in almost a whisper.

“Jack?”

“Yes, Maryse?”

“I’m really starting to like you.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath from Jack. He hated that she probably wouldn’t remember this.

“Don’t hurt me, ok?”

“I could never, Maryse. I could never.”

Jack was left alone in his thoughts for the rest of the ride home.

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AN: Another long chapter full IG lives, lemon drops, ex boyfriends and drunken confessions! Hope you all enjoyed this, let me know what you think!

Also I’m super proud of that gif, it almost looks real! Haha

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agendabymooner · 11 months

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if not for you ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member! ofc) // toto w.

SPIN OFF for COLOUR ME YOUR COLOUR and RUSH

"there'll be no spring if not for this love of mine"

summary: posts and tweets exchanged between lester and others during the baku race weekend as she babysat toto and tilly wolff's children. OR chaos ensues in the paddock and the hospitalities as the wolff kids and an asshole ex-lover (is he really?) made their presence known to almost anyone

content warning: character-centric, mentions of questionable man, appearance of characters not yet shown in the series colour me your colour, toto wolff being canonically fashionable, use of explicit language, faceclaims used for the kids, danny is full on babygirl in the instagram comment section. f1 drivers being messy.

note: sorry for the awol guys, i was walking my fish. tomorrow is the start of the canadian gp 2023 and i am sad that i am not there. maybe next year when i have the money? or maybe when i work for pr. who knows. since i'm not there, i'm just celebrating and writing this.

ALSO!! should i do a blurb or something relating to lester babysitting the paddock kids- like the wolff kids? i've started on it but...

enjoy xx

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[first image dialogue: i don't normally look at the time because i dress faster than this. i even dress ren and tia for less than seven minutes and they're always dressed nicely for their music classes]

[second image: if they're dressed ten minutes after, that's not my doing; toto dresses them and he struggles a lot. he mostly gets them ready if he's taking them to work or if i'm off to a meeting in milton keynes]

[third image: we've made a lot of trips to ralph lauren and tommy hilfiger because he thinks that he can just mix and match the clothes that we got there for the bunch. said it's a "capsule wardrobe." that's what happens when you're married to a fashion expert, i suppose.]

[fourth image: you'll be able to know if he dresses them once you see the jumper/dress shorts/trousers combo or the dress/jumper combo. you'll know he did the preparing if tia's hair is put in place with a hair clip. she loves it when her papa puts in barrettes in her thin hair.]

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carlossainzjr ay, i didn't know they were running a barber shop! i need a haircut

tillywolff i don't recall buying that toy set for them 🧐

charles_leclerc maman said to get it for them so it can remind them of their mamé pascale

tillywolff thank you so much for taking care of ren and tia! i've been told they enjoyed being with their zia lori. maybe you can take care for adelmo next time? liked by loressandro

loressandro i will definitely set up a playroom for the next time!

landonorris thank you so much tillywolff for the best hairstylist ever 😇 i got the best trim in the grid right now and no one can outdo it

mercedesamgf1 boss is asking who's responsible for allowing one of the wolff puppies drink red bull? just asking for research purposes 😊

charles_leclerc maxverstappen1

lewishamilton maxverstappen1

user1 LMFAOOOO not lewis and charles snitching on their in-law 😭

charles_leclerc user1 i need to be in toto's good graces again.

maxverstappen1 it's a red bull water bottle 💀 stop trying to push me back at the starting level mf charles_leclerc

user2 those kids are so toto coded 🥰

user3 if you can survive lando, you can survive the wolff kids 🙌 liked by loressandro

danielricciardo if you can survive the wolff kids, you can survive our kids 😘 liked by loressandro

thomasraggi_ yeah but try surviving her kids 💀

ykaaar you're about to have the BEST years of your life, danny

ethaneskin alessandro-ricciardo kids bout to treat the tracks like mario kart deluxe 🤡

loressandro guys please... this is the only man who's willing to put up with me. stop scaring him away

danielricciardo i'm not scared, i am challenged 😎

landonorris danielricciardo mental health wise? bc same.

danielricciardo when are we having our little ricciardo??

loressandro depends if your swimmers are still working in few months or years. also if you stop laughing at your own nephews and nieces, dickhead

danielricciardo got it ma'am. anything just to have your kids <3

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yuanology · 8 months

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what’s your favorite books as of now?? i’d love to hear you talk about them if you have some

HAHA this has to be honestly one of the most endearing asks i've ever had in my inbox. fair warning, i will literally be talking a lot for this one because i am first and foremost a nerd before all else. all links bring you to the books' respective goodreads page :)

remember to read through the content / trigger warnings of each book before you read them! reading should never come at the expense of your own mental well-being. be wise.

my number one current favourite novel is these violent delights by chloe gong. it's actually the first book in a duology, but i've been procrastinating on the second novel lol. the premise is a romeo & juliette retelling set in 1920s shanghai with a mafia setting and childhood lovers turned bitter enemies. it's one of my favourite tropes ever, and these violent delights executed it beautifully. honestly unsurrpised that it was as much of a hit as it was because god. it deserves it.

i also really, really, really love the seven husbands of evelyn hugo with my whole heart. the premise of it is positively stunning and i'm a sucker for tragic gay people. i lowkey jumped into it half-blind sided by the cool edits i found on instagram only to get smacked in the face with a lot more depth than meets the eye. the line about non-sexual intimacy in this book both smothered me to death and brought me back to life. i read this book in one day and walked out of it gasping for air.

i am also into the invisible life of addie larue due to the poignant way the author depicts a life without being remembered... even if the ending brutally demolished me. it was the epitome of 'immortality is a curse,' for me and it was just. fuck, man. it's fucking brilliant from the beginning to the end, and it's just a novel that i hold very close to my heart.

now, i know you said books, but i will be incomplete if not for the fanfiction i read. therefore, i will list all-time favourite fanfiction (that i remember right now). all of them are linked to archive of our own <3

being neck-deep in satosugu hell right now, i will have to start with them. i'd like to begin with my two favourite satosugu fanfictions which are caesura by cielelyse, otherwise known as the only canon 15 satosugu in my mind ever. the dynamic is fucking insane, and i cried a lot when i read it. there is also, of course, and carry my home by valleykey which i have reread despite the fact that it's 50k words and killed me brutally the first time. it follows 17!satosugu who gets time traveled towards the present time / pre-shibuya. it goes about as well as you would expect it to be.

other fics that also brutally murdered me and made me physically cry was punishment for a monster by mimiquack (suguru loses his memories post-shibuya and lives a non-sorcerer life; satoru copes...or something), i'd like the sun to set with you by chuuyasoup (satoru goes with suguru that day in shinjuku), smile like brass by chuuyasoup (role reversal au that starts with suguru being too late on that day), and laundry and taxes by hamsterqinghua (everything, everywhere, all at once au, you can guess where it goes from here). these are all angst fics that ripped a hand through my ribs and crushed my heart in their palms. there's more, but. well.

my favourite satosugu smut fics (because i am, after all, a smut author) is the midnight rendezvous series by damiselart. also, let's climb the cliff and jump again by ruche which hm, i suppose technically counts as an age gap fic because it's 28!satoru getting his shit rocked by 17!suguru (time travel finicky stuff; you know how it goes). and then, there are also these two other fics, lovesick lullabye and i'm done carrying the weight of this world (i just wanna feel this love) which are both by pastelcoloureddreams.

now, onto my next idiotic duo, i would like to present soukoku (dazai osamu / nakahara chuuya from bsd) and my favourite fics for them. starting off strong as a combination one of my favourite ships and one of my favourite books, i'd like to present empire of dirt by arkastadt which is a the seven husbands of evelyn hugo inspired soukoku fanfic with similar premise, but a massively different setting & plot. one of the best known soukoku fics for a reason. there is also, of course, i step from here without you by chuuyasoup that follows soukoku throughout the multiverse and murdered me in cold blood by the time it was done. genuinely one of the best fics i have ever read ever.

onto smut soukoku fics, everyone welcome bottom of the deep blue sea by arkastadt which is the only soukoku smut fic ever. you cannot ask me to give you a smut recommendation better than this. the premise is gorgeous, featuring an arrogant and self-assured dazai who challenges chuuya to make him cry and chuuya does. it's so fucking good.

there's definitely more that i've cut back from this list due to laziness, but feel free to ask for more if you're still interested! i was also neckdeep in hell in genshin & voltron & boku no hero academia for a while, so i should have fic recs for them, too, but i'm too lazy to hunt them down right now. if you want me to, just shoot me another ask and i'll drop the recs in the future <3

#this was way too much fun #( asks. )

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silvyysthings · 9 months

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Yeah I saw that. The part about dismissing fans and them not finding out if Tim doesn’t want them to know is not the whole thing it’s worse and in Elle. It also doesn’t end in “KJ knows how to keep things private” It ends with “she knows how to keep what she wants secret”. Here’s what’s not a secret. Fans have had enough of this charade. Fans are not the ones talking about this in between the bombardment of updates and blinds supplied by PR to the press every week. Here’s another non secret. Fans are responding. Timmy’s IG is in fucking Freefall right now. He’s been losing 1k plus followers a day for weeks with this romance and the W trailer fans outside of here hated. The only time he gained 2500 was the day fans found out they had broken up after the onslaught of articles after their not serious but casual PR narrative bullshit. I hope his career is worth all these games but going by the strong response now and the overly negativity comments everywhere I don’t think so. Nobody believes this is real. It looks like her side only is working overtime with innuendo, quotes in articles and alleged leaks. Remember the hickey photo with articles? You think his team would stay quiet on that if it wasn’t true? It’s been four months? It’s always her insider quotes for articles and tabloids and alleged leaks to Dmuh who’s been doing some heavy lifting for this romance almost like she’s a paid extension of their PR teams. That was until last weeks break up fiasco where tmz said “multiple sources from both sides” say their still an item. How can fans still seriously think its all in her head and he’s not involved? I get it shes fantastic for reaching a wider audience he needs coming up with nearly 400 m IG followers but a liability for him in the respect department so is his remaining silent and not getting his hands dirty a business choice? Remember this isn’t the first time Timmy has made Silence and removing himself a strategy and an an art form when it comes to anything or anyone deemed toxic getting in the way of his career. Friends drowning by media. Silence. SAG strike. Silence. Romance. Silence and blurry, but approved bts through all forms of media and car dates. Why is it though he always seems to happily participate in crystal clear Pap photos with A list power players like Leo, Larry David, Adam Sandler or Scorsese though? Stop making excuses for his behavior. Others are not. I’m not a fan of her but this is not one sided even if that’s his strategy once again by making it appear it’s her side doing all the work publically with him getting to pass off a silence strategy as privacy or non involvement. At the moment it’s been set up media wise so he can walk away at anytime and fans will believe she made it all up. Even she deserves better especially if it turns out to be true.

I'm posting your ask because as I've always said I don't censor anyone when their thoughts are expressed politely like you did.

But I ask you a question: what exactly do you want to convince me of? About the " falling " of his instagram or the bad reviews on Wonka trailer? On the fact that Tim is a private person and prefers not to comment publicly on some things and let his actions speak for themselves, including that of never being seen publicly around and possibly lately in the same state with his alleged flame? And above all, do you seriously think that the esteem I have for him as an actor and as a man can change for what he eventually chooses to do in his private life without hurting anyone? It's his life, he doesn't have to justify himself to us, he's not our property. He doesn't need anyone to excuse him for what he chooses or doesn't choose to do.

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❝𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲❞

You knew three things about Park Jimin. In order, he was, despite all, a very kind man. Secondly, he was the devil and thirdly, which Jimin himself insisted to be true, was that he was in love with you.

• type: Jimin x reader • rating: SFW • w/c: 6.3k • main masterlist

• genre/about: fluff, friends? to lovers? very much romantic vs. emotionally constipated feat. adulthood feat. extremely pining Jimin because when the guy is the pining one is peak intellect fight me, the reader has specific zodiac placements but other than that nothing bodily wise is mentioned

• c/w: mentioned attempt to coerce someone into drug abuse, mention of past eating disorder, discussion of self-image issues, mildly suggestive

• a/n: was just rifling through my drafts and remembered this was a thing. I liked it even though it's unfinished and kinda sappy

• permanent taglist: @ilsan-seoul; @chimchimmarie; @pinkcherrybombs; @introlxv

There were three things that needed to be known about Park Jimin, was what Tilla told you while you had jogged to meet her boyfriend's roommate. In order: he was a Libra Sun, Gemini Moon, and Cancer Rising, which can all be summarised in one category - he was incredibly flirty. Though Tilla insisted she had already said Libra Sun whatever that meant and that there was no other, literally no other, bar for her Namjoonie, that was as ethereal as Jimin. Those were the things that preceded his fine name - good looking to an insane degree and flirty. Hence why when you had glimpsed the top of his bleached head, you had already swerved hard left then and remained the only one from the clash of two social circles - Namjoon's and Tilla's - as an absolute mystery.

Tilla once again insisted that she had already made everyone aware of your Scorpio Sun status...whatever the hell that meant.

Now, some years, not a lot but some years gone, you knew three more accurate things about Park Jimin. In order, he was, despite all, a very kind man. Really, not even being an eternal sceptic -

"It's that Capricorn Moon of yours, I'm telling you," Tilla declared, passionately waving around a fork and accidentally sending a piece of egg flying into Namjoon's face who was unsuspectingly sitting by the neighbouring cafeteria table. A victim in many cases. That's how they met actually.

- not even being an eternal sceptic, could sway that despite the occasional, human hiccup, Park Jimin was an attentive and caring man. Secondly, he was the devil.

As you had gawked at the suggestive photo of him, grabbing his crotch, long tongue poking at the corner of his full lips, the entire shebang and acknowledging that he made that sort of lewd act look artistic, you knew that Park Jimin was an ocean if not the whole world of hurt. When you confronted him over the group breakfast, why would he ever send such a thing, he had only smirked over a cup of orange juice and after innocently fluttering his eyelashes, asked whatever did you mean. Of course, not five minutes after another picture had followed.

All of that could be ignored, pushed, shoved, burned and forgotten if not for the third thing.

The third thing which Jimin himself had insisted to be true.

Which is that he was in love with you.

You wake up one day and you're an adult. An adult with bills to pay and taxes to be deducted. You work away in a job you don't like but don't dare to change because unemployment is no joke and you live in a studio apartment too small that costs too much and is not in any shape or form of any resemblance to the appealing pictures of the white and green variety found on Instagram. Your socks have holes and your shoes let in water when it rains too hard. You're so very lonely but you've given up on the dating scene because the fear of being messed up, being damaged is too vast. Dating is hard. Opening up to people is hard.

There is very little romance to be found while you wander on a path that feels like a wrong choice but you don't want to think about it too hard yet because what if you had messed up and what if you will end up exactly like hundreds of others, figures in the disgruntled mass, all chasing a dream that maybe didn't even exist.

It's all very bleak.

Except for Saturdays.

Saturdays are these nice little blankets of comfort where nice things are possible, given, of course, that you spend money on them but that doesn't matter. You can sleep in, then tuck the sheets that need a wash over the bed and grabbing only your wallet to name, venture out into the city. You've got your tote bag, because nowadays everyone has them and you stroll, briefly careless, underneath the sun. And then you can get a coffee of your choice and an overpriced something that the barista swears their soul for and you can sit and dream in the plushy chairs of the ambient little coffee shop.

It's as near to perfection as you can get.

If not for Park fucking Jimin.

You're not a university student anymore and you're far from high school, all the romantic nonsense of meet-cute, friend of a friend and such are well over - you're simply too old for it. It must be some ultra ironic twist of fate for him to look into the shop window just at the moment when you look out. He freezes mid-step and meets your gaze, recognizing you in an instant, well because...because supposedly he was in love with you.

It was a damp July night and cicadas were in a full shriek all around the small meadow. You passively watch from the sidelines as Namjoon and Tilla sway together, completely in their own world. Namjoon had gone through your immaculately designed trials and tribulations from hell and made it through with passable grades. And in spite of the habitual threats of emasculating him with a corkscrew and the rather deep resentment for their romance, you are, in the end, happy for these two baboons and hold your fingers crossed that they will not contribute to the divorce rates and instead be one of those couples, farting next to each other in their old. Or whatever the fuck they did.

You guard your champagne like it's a lifeline because holy hell Yoongi was snorting that shit by the litres and you salute quietly to yourself - to the end of an era.

He outdid himself this evening. Absolutely stunning visuals from Mr Park. It's just an objective fact, you think to yourself.

But... but Jimin is also there. Jimin was...complicated. For you, at least. He's looking at you. He was always looking at you but it never quite grows into being creepy. It's simply peculiar. By now it's been already four years since you were begrudgingly introduced to each other and you've made peace with being in his focus.

"I like you," he suddenly says, the light breeze ruffling his hair.

You laugh awkwardly but Jimin doesn't.

"Uh...I like you too."

"No, no," he shakes his head. "I'm in love with you."

After a stilted pause, he continues.

"Strange, isn't it?" his smile seems bizarrely self-conscious. "To be in love?"

What do you say when such a thing is just dropped upon you with no warning whatsoever?

"Guess so."

Well, probably not that.

Jimin left quickly after. Went on the world tour or whatever models did and you don't see him anymore.

Usually, the confession meant the end of the movie, the culmination of the plot, the beginning of the happy ever after but this was real life and as such there was nothing, just the fearful pondering of what could have been better and self-congratulatory pats of what was avoided. He becomes a voice in your head, forever confusing you as to why would he say such a thing and a distantly familiar face printed on the covers of laminated, high-end magazines.

Yes, all the cuteness, all the cliche romance is over. But if you believed them, which you didn't, but if you did, then the image of Park Jimin bounding towards you with a smile so wide his eyes did the thing of narrowing into thin lines, would be the only one who'd fit the scenarios.

"Hello, stranger," he beamed, hooking off the mask and advancing forward with great speed and agility. It was that grace of an unceasing charmer. Cancer Rising. Whatever that meant. You scamper upwards, weighing between a hand wave or a nod of the head and then you're left standing still as Jimin hugs you. Not a casual press against the side hug but a bone-crushing, enveloping-you-fully-until-all-you-smell-is-my-cologne type of hug. The breed of which you've missed dearly.

It takes him a while, a couple of wags from left and right, to step back and skim you over. As he's smiling wide you focus on that one crooked tooth in his mouth. One, neat little flaw to remind you and everyone else that he was, in fact, a human being but unfortunately this was Park Jimin and even his flaws were at their worst merely endearing.

"You look lovely," he praises and you clear your throat. Did he have to be so sincere about it?

"You too. Though you must hear it often."

He inclines his head.

"I like to hear it from you. Thank you."

You hum, glancing down at your occupied seat. Jimin does too.

"May I join?" he asks.

"Sure."

You meant to say no. Did you? Did you really? There's nothing wrong with talking a bit with Jimin, right? Catch up? He was a friend of a friend, anyway.

And also the guy who was in love with you.

Okay.

Alright.

Like that makes sense.

He pulls the chair and nestles into it, running his hands through his hair. You had seen nearly all the colours of the rainbow on his head. How he had even a scalp to hold onto, the world may never know.

"How have you been?"

"....I've been here."

He gives a gracious laugh. Jimin was always so quick to laugh.

"And is it nice here?"

You glimpse outside.

“Not really."

He chuckles again. It must be the condensation from all the coffee making. The shop was getting quite toasty.

"What about you? What have you been doing?"

You fetch Jimin his matcha latte, declining his offer to pay back.

"Worked nonstop, pretty much," he shrugs. "I went on a runway once, but I stopped doing it when I developed an eating disorder and my manager suggested to do cocaine."

You are left sitting with your mouth wide open like a fool.

Jimin's eyes crinkle as he smiles at such a thing. Like it wasn't fucked up as all shit that it happened.

“I'm better now though. Kicked that piece of shit away."

Everyone knew that everyone had self-image issues. That was the selling point, it was profitable for even the objectively perfect to be doubtful of themselves and spend thousands and thousands on diet pills, form-fitted clothes, alternative "healthier" eating which was the same look-obsessed culture now rebranded itself as wellness. Yes, you comprehended that but it didn't make it any less unbelievable to hear someone like Jimin, Park the motherfucking Jimin, openly reveal that he didn't like how he looked.

He curiously watches your brain gear and error over and over again.

"Don't apologise if that's what you want to do?" he laughs, quietly, shyly, as though he'd done something wrong. "It's not your fau-"

"I just think that's an atrocious fucking horseshit," your mouth runs on auto-pilot because your brain is lacking. It was never a good combination.

"What is?"

"For anyone to ever think you're not beautiful."

"And to...to suggest drugs? What the fuck is wrong with these people?" you snarl, gripping your coffee cup with pulverising strength, briefly wondering why Jimin winced. Did he not like the coffee? He had never complained before…

Unbeknownst to you, Jimin blushes bright red because it's the brutal honesty in your tone that truly does him in. He was used to the saccharine compliments that seeped like poison from strangers' mouths, designed to reel in and it never failed to be vile. But he still found enjoyment in hearing the odd little praises if they came from you. You who had no ulterior motive. Oh, how he knew about the lack of any motives. Truth be told just fifteen minutes ago he had yelled at himself "enough!". But all the attempts to forget you had boarded a plane, flew to the Himalayas and tossed themselves from the highest peak the moment you appeared on the other side of the window. Not even he himself quite understood this thing he had for you. What he did know was that he despised matcha latte but never had the heart to correct you so he suffered through it the times that you got it for him. And that was perhaps more of an insight than he could ever explain to others or to himself.

"Don't know," he replied casually, "I didn't stick around to ask."

"That's good. Are you..are you actually fine, though? Or are you doing your thing of lying to not seem like a burden?"

He smirked mirthlessly.

"I'm actually fine. Dealt with it."

You leaned back into the chair with a heavy sigh.

"So, how's Joontill?"

You snort.

"Enjoying the fine Australian weather."

Jimin frowns in confusion and you mirror his expression.

"They're in Australia right now?"

“Well, yeah. Namjoon got that internship at Murdoch University. They're doing some kind of study about the Coral Reef. Tilla is finding herself on a new spiritual journey. Something about crystals."

More than once, you had looked at Tilla and Namjoon and thought that there were more commonalities between a tiger and a cockatoo than those two. Nevertheless, the two weirdos persisted in their mutual obsession with each other.

“I knew that, it's just...I was meaning to stay here for a while and they offered me their place to stay until I found my own."

"Maybe they left you a key in a mailbox or something," you ponder.

“Maybe," he agrees and sips on the drink.

“So, you're actually settling down? Can't be! Mr Eternal Bachelor?"

"Oh, yes, truth is indeed stranger than fiction. I'm settling down here. Since I'm not doing runways anymore, I applied for a place in a local fashion and lifestyle magazine. I'm done chasing the glory," he exhaled snidely, eyes momentarily darkening at what clearly were fractures of some sour memories.

"That's nice," you lightly remark, careful not to prod at anything still aching. "What will you be doing?"

"Writing, editing, maybe modelling," he took a sip of the coffee, flinching again.

He must hate it, so why was he still drinking it?

"Sort of jack-of-all-trades help."

Both of you agree that it's a needed start over. Seemingly only minutes pass but then the barista reminds you that they'll be closing in fifteen minutes.

Dishes of pastries have piled all around and when you look outside, with a stiff neck and even stiffer backside to your surprise the sky has turned dark. Unavoidably, like all good things did, Saturday had come to its inevitable end. The air is fresh and cool outside and your cheeks glisten with unexplainable heat. Jimin stretches with a smile, whining at the sore muscles. The lights of the nearby fruit vendors starkly remind you of Joontill's wedding night and so, still operating on a basic instinct of speaking first - thinking never, the question simply rips out as you linger in each other's presence.

"Do you still like me?"

Jimin, who was in the middle of saying goodbye, freezes like a deer caught in the headlights. He stands like that for a moment and then smiles as though you were sharing some private joke.

"Yeah," he laughs. "Yeah, I still do."

"Scorpio venus," Tilla enunciated like you were not getting some rudimentary piece of common knowledge. "If he's making eyes at you, you're doomed, sis."

You put the powder brush away with a sigh. All you asked was did she knew why that Jimin guy had been gawking at you at her boyfriend's party.

"Ain't your boy-toy the same house?"

“Those are placements, not houses," Tilla amended, hanging upside down on the bed, lollipop sticking out of her mouth. "And yes, Joonie -"

"Joonie," you scoffed.

"- is also Scorpio venus. How do you think I know I'll get my guts rearranged this night and tomorrow morning?"

You crinkle your nose in disgust.

"Gross."

"I'll be going now," he sighs and it is mind-boggling to you how he does that. Confesses and then proceeds life as normal. Most people would be digging themselves in a ditch, you first and foremost, but not Mr Park. He had told you twice already that he fancied you and then simply left.

You bite discreetly on your lip. What would happen if you would cast everything aside? Take him by the hand and lead away? Well, the thing would be is that he would probably fall out of love the moment you'd fall into it. That's why there was the term "timing". Time was a precarious thing and often changed with every passing wind. And you were well aware of how painful it'd be to actually fall in love with Park Jimin. You had been dancing on that edge for years now and as such had tethered nicely to the side of inactivity. Even if you found out that loitering around him in person made you irrationally want to kiss him.

As you part, each walking in your own separate directions, you think of being so sneaky by waiting until the very last second to glimpse back at him. Just once. But as you do, you find that to his credit, Jimin was already looking.

"Shut the fuck up," you growl not even bothering to lift your head from the pillow. Tilla doesn't have to say anything. That smarmy, annoying little face of hers shouts more than words ever could.

“I did not speak!" she objects but with a tint of amusement. The weird subject of you and Jimin had entertained her for years with no signs of stopping. Behind her, there sprawls the beautiful vistas of the Australian sea, the sun high in the sky while outside you can perhaps glance at a faint glimmer of stars aimlessly wandering through space.

"Oh, I do wish you would just seize the bull by the horns. Jimin's fine enough of a stallion and by rumours -"

"Don't you dare to discuss Jimin's dick out loud!"

Somewhere outside of the camera comes Namjoon's grumbling threat. When Tilla points her phone at him, he can be found with a toothbrush lodged in his mouth, tugging his shorts over his ass.

Unfortunately not an unseen sight.

“I've got eyes only for you, babe."

"Liar, liar, tiny thong on fire," he casts her a stormy glare. "You were thirsting over those surfers all day. I know."

"Oh, you do? Why don't you come here and punish me then."

"Please, I beg of you, there's only so much vomit I can project!" you interrupt, physically gagging at the unfolding scene.

Tilla merely rolled her eyes and you try not to ponder too much on the fact that judging from the peculiar angle one of her hands must be tied to the bed.

"But back to you, listen, I know it may be hard to believe, only for you of course, but Jimin is still carrying a massive fucking torch for you. If you don't do anything, that flame will go out."

“So? Wonderful! I want it to go out!"

Tilla's eyes soften.

"Babe..."

You shake your head once more.

“No, don't pity me."

"I'm not pitying you! It's just that it's not really a plan - to move to Alberta, adopt seventeen dogs, go insane one night and then die from hypothermia while streaking outside, after which your dogs feast on your decomposing flesh."

You regard her with a raised brow.

“Why ever not? I've spent my entire life with that plan."

Tilla sighed leaning back into the pillows. Her wrist was indeed locked in a pair of fuzzy, pink handcuffs.

“You know you are capable of love, right?"

“I've loved you my entire life," you are quick to agree.

"And Namjoon."

“Doubtful."

Tilla smirks and Namjoon groans somewhere in the distance.

"Know your place, boy-toy," you bark at him. "I was here first."

"She was," Tilla interjects, pointing one solemn finger off the camera. At this point, Namjoon mutters something about "women" and exits stage left.

"You know I'm not saying you should jump Jimin because he's gorgeous and nice and has the hots for you-"

"That's exactly what you're saying."

"No, well, maybe a little bit, but it's fine if you reject him because you don't like him or because you know you won't regret it. But do you remember Katie?"

Could you ever forget the little wench who'd stolen your purple, fuzz covered purse bedazzled with the words "icon"? It was a vicious and unjust crime that took weeks to get over.

"Do you not regret punching her in the face that day she came to school with your bag?"

Of course, you did. Being a seven-year-old who had not yet hit a growth spurt such as yourself, Katie then seemed so invincible and tall. But now as an adult, having the sage wisdom and knowledge that one famed day you'll knock out not one, but two dudes of senior class when they tried to pocket your hard-earned money, you deeply mourned the fact that you hadn't given her the knuckle sandwich that heinous skank clearly deserved.

"My point is, don't let Jimin be another Katie. You're so bitter already, god knows, we don't need you to be any grouchier in your old."

"Ha ha ha," you mock her dryly but deep down you knew she was right. It was that mutated, single-celled organism called a brain you both shared like any other friendship that lasted longer than most marriages. "Anyway, I'm surprised you let him stay over. You're usually so twitchy about anyone touching your stuff."

Tilla frowned and a sickly squirming feeling rose in your stomach.

"I didn't? What are you talking about?"

"Jimin said that until he'll find his own place, he'll stay at yours. Went to look for the spare key and everything."

She shot upright in terror.

"Namjoon! NaMJOONIE!"

Immediately, the doors burst open.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Are you alright?!"

“Did we actually say "yes" when Jimin called us about staying over?!"

"I did say "yes"," comes his bashful voice. "But I didn't mean it for him! I meant it for you, considering what we were in the middle of..."

These horny amoebas.

"You picked up the phone when you were having sex?!"

Tilla graciously ignores your outrage.

"Do we have any spare keys?"

"Of course, not. It's unsafe."

If group chat messages were true, then Yoongi moved back to Korea three months ago and Hoseok had left across the country to finally finish his degree in contemporary dance, that means -

A ring by the door.

- that you were the only one in the city that Jimin was familiar with.

You and Tilla exchange glances and slowly, annoyingly slowly, upon reaching the same conclusion as you, she blossoms into a broad smirk. When you rip open the door, the phone still in hand, you find Jimin there, knuckles suspended in the air, clearly not expecting the eager welcome.

"So, a funny thing -"

"JIMIN!! HELLO!" comes a scream from down your thigh.

"Oh, hello, Tilla!" he leans down to wave at her, smiling brightly. "You seem to not have left me a spare key, Mrs Kim-Hogen."

"Uh, yeah," Tilla glances nervously to the side where no doubt guilty Namjoon was hiding outside the camera. "Well, you know Joon, all butterfingers.""

"Or skilled fingers. Are those handcuffs I see?"

As he was leaning down, a chain previously tucked underneath Jimin's shirt falls out. It sways in the air, back and forth and you have this small but really rather intrusive thought. Would it sway like this in your face when he's on top of you? The thought vanishes with an aggressive shake of the head.

"Why yes, they are," Tilla purrs. "Whoever said that long-lasting relationships are a drag needs to find themselves a better partner. I'm the happiest I've ever been. Don't you forget it, angel!"

"Oh, I'm nothing if not a hopeless romantic, Mrs Kim-Hogen," and with that chain still dangling, he has the absolute gall to look up and meet your gaze. "Just my person's quite stubborn."

No. You're not doing this.

“Okay, well that's enough of that," you huff.

“WAIT NO! There's so much I want to ask him! What happened to the fashion show? What happened with Mi-Ran? Are you settling dOWN JUST FOR-"

You smack the phone shut, tired of serving as a tripod so these two gossipy bitches could discuss their sexcapades. No, you did not want to hear any of the details of what they both got up to, thank you very much. The thought alone left a sour taste in your mouth. The phone is tossed on the sofa. It bounces back and falls onto the floor.

Naturally.

Jimin crosses his arms behind his back.

"So," he begins awkwardly.

"So," you echo.

It's weird. You're strangers but not really. You're sweethearts but not even close. You're friends but were you?

It's all so very odd.

"I understand if you don't want me to crash here but on the off chance, if you say yes, may I ask?"

Smooth. He has engaged the Libra as Tilla would say.

"Yes," you dumbly answer, without hesitation gripping the door in a panic. You did not just agree to it.

Jimin too seems shocked. His eyes are wide and his mouth is falling slightly open. There's that crooked tooth again.

"Yes? Wait, yes, as in, I can ask or yes as in..." he exhales a shaky breath. "As in I can stay with you?"

"Yes, you can stay with me," you drawl. No, that was not what the shards of brain masquerading themselves as an intellect told you to say. You were meant to say that you're truly sorry and you wish you could but the space is simply too small to allow another person in. But as such you say neither of those words, the sentiment coming from your mouth is quite the opposite.

"You sure?" he clarifies and you roll your eyes.

"Do you want to stay on the street? Because one more -"

"No, no," Jimin laughs, hastily waving his hands. He's practically glowing and you turn to glance away. "I'd rather stay here, thanks."

"Well, then, come on in."

He shuffles inside and you note the lack of baggage. He also didn't have any in the coffee shop. The only thing he carried was an unassuming bag thrown over his shoulder.

"Chanel?" you point at it, with an arched eyebrow as he shimmies through the small hallway, trying to shrug his jacket off.

"What? Oh, no, an airport at...Berlin, I think. It's hard to keep track of all the places I was." Showoff. "Why Chanel specifically?" he grunts, kicking his shoes off. It's only by a miracle that you have spare slippers available. They were fuzzy and adorned with large cows but he'll have to suck it up. To his credit, Jimin doesn't even bat an eye.

"Oh, I don't know," you reply after a moment. "I just thought that Chanel was your breakout."

A teasing smile is back on his face and you turn your back on it, switching on the overhead lamps in the living room.

"Hmm, I wonder how you knew that."

"...Tilla told me," you stubbornly refute, peering into your fridge to offer as a snack.

"And not those magazines on the table?"

Your eyes snap to the offending objects, recalling that underneath the odd bill and notebook, there did sit a varied collection of Jimin's faces. Harper's Bazaar, L'Officiel Hommes. Pieces he knew you had no interest in. When drunk on a political debate night one night, you'd sparred with Namjoon for about thirty minutes about how journals like these were nothing but laminated drivel and the fact that they were grey was just about the only thing that differentiated them from yellow pages.

“Wrong subscription," you brush away and Jimin chuckles while taking in your house.

His eyes are wide and his gaze curious. With a reminiscent smile, he inspects your diplomas, most of which he was there to witness in the audience. You remembered, when you got your honorary diploma, the so-called summa cum laude, after long hours and tears and breakdowns. He had been the loudest to cheer you on. So loud, he, in fact, beat not only your entire family and Tilla combined but also made himself noticeable in the eyes of the university choir's leader. Your classmates had teased you on and on about what supportive boyfriend you had and you were so happy that day the distinction didn't seem worth pointing out. Your hands tighten around the fruit plate. Had he...liked you already then? No, impossible! Impossible. Wasn't he dating someone around that time? Christine? Magnus? Rosa? You couldn't even recall. The point was, there wasn't a day in university Jimin's life that was spent in a bed unwarmed. You smack the plate perhaps a tad harsher on the table than strictly necessary.

Jimin giggles on the side. Despite much of your protests, Tilla had hung up some of the childhood polaroids you both shared, making for rather nostalgic, albeit embarrassing mementos.

"Oh, my God, look at those cheeks," he coos, pointing at a five-year-old you, wrenched in a tin foil spacesuit. The combined result of watching both E.T. and Back to the Future a day before the "what do you want to be" theme day in the kindergarten.

"And the pigtails! This is gold. I must capture this!" he pulls out his phone and before you can throw something sharp in his direction, the mortifying embarrassment is already stored in his gallery.

"You share that to the group chat and I'll-"

"-emasculate me?" he finishes. "Yes, I know. I think you've threatened to do that over a hundred times and yet here I stand - still endowed."

"Don't test your luck, Park," you growl, arranging the final orange slices. "Any day now. It could happen any day now."

He snickers and sits down by the table.

“I like your home," he says, swaying a bit. "But why is it so small?"

“Oh, I'm trying to save up as much as I can. This place already costs an arm and a leg. Hard to imagine what bigger spaces would rip off."

Jimin pops a grape in his mouth.

“True."

“Do you want ramen, perhaps?"

He tilts his head.

"As a food, not as a pickup line," you threaten him with a knife that was used to cut the oranges. Jimin quickly tugs it aside.

"Sure. I'm just wondering since when did you get so nice? Did you miss me, perhaps?" he clicks his tongue and leans in with a mischievous smile illuminating his face.

"Don't say nonsense," you snap back but you did. Just a little tiny bit. Sometimes. On the oddest of days.

While the water boils you get down to business.

"There is only the couch that you can sleep on. It's a pull-out, but still a little small overall. You're okay with that?"

"I'm okay with a pull out though I much prefer the keep in method," he wiggles his eyebrows while leaning against the countertop. You push past it.

"As you can see there's not much to explore. The door on the left there is the bathroom, door on the right just this weird storage space. Any questions?"

"You’ve got a partner?"

You close your eyes and exhale rather dramatically.

"Say goodbye to your penis, Jimin," you grimly mutter and move towards him with a melon scooper clutched tightly between fingers. He rushes backwards, laughing.

"I’ll take it as a no," he blurts out, looking too unconcerned for someone whose life hinged on the kindness of your rotten soul. “It’s just so I would know what to do if someone rushes here while I’m there naked on the sofa.”

The water boils and you pour the packet into it, stirring absent-mindedly with Jimin’s eyes locked on the back of your skull.

"And, of course, so I would know whether or not I’m free to seduce you."

You drop the seasoning into the water.

"What makes you think you can seduce me?" you casually reply, fishing out the plastic. "It hasn’t worked in all the years we’ve known each other."

He crosses his palms underneath the chin, appearing for a second misleadingly angelic.

"Yes, but I wasn’t really trying then. All in all, it’s getting quite pathetic on my end to pine you after all these years."

It’s just the steam from the pot, it’s just the steam from the pot, that’s why my face is so warm, you tell yourself.

"So I’ll take this opportunity to be straightforward with you."

You really didn’t need for him to be any more straightforward. He already confessed - twice! - what was there even left to do?

“And if you’re not my girlfriend/my wife/my fiance by the end of this, I guess…" he trails off into silence. The humour in his voice had drained and you find yourself fearing the end of that sentence. As much as you would prefer Jimin not to waste his time on you, ultimately and with no little amount of heinous selfishness it would still sting to have these feelings be lost. You let out a small groan.

Make up your mind woman, you scold yourself, let him go if he wants to go. Yes, it's for the best. You and Jimin were simply incompatible. Worse than being two opposite magnets, you were brown and he was blue, mixing them together would just make a sludge, a neither that nor this colour which was both dull and unusable for any self-respecting artwork. Some people could be the opposite and meshed well, green and blue, Tilla and Namjoon, some, you and Jimin, was a no go.

As you’re weighing the matter in your own metaphors, you don’t notice that Jimin never actually finished the sentence. The threat was largely only reserved for himself. “I guess, I’ll leave you alone.” But he never had the guts to say it out loud, scared that it would come true if he did.

Your eyes droop dangerously low. You and Jimin had made him a place to sleep, using decorative pillows and extra fleece blankets for now. He told you that his stuff was still being shipped. He had washed the dishes while you made a quick run to the store to get him some toiletries. He was given his towel and the apartment was coated in the small glow of the living room lamp. Quiet music was swimming through. Jimin said that he’ll turn it off. It was strange to have him here. To have anyone here. The second Tilla and Namjoon had gotten married, her absence gradually grew more and more until now she was in Australia. It was unusual, but you found that you didn’t mind it just yet.

“Hey, __________,” Jimin whispered and your ears naturally perked at the sound of his voice, all the way from your lofted bed.

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t….don’t believe too much what these papers say about me.”

There was a hint of frailty in his tone and you’re once again brought to the fact of how horrible these last few years had been for him. The times that he appeared in yellow pages were not tremendous in the count, but there was never a single good entry. Just the clubs, the arrest, the reckless spending and driving and so forth.

"Don’t worry," you murmur back, eyes closing. "I never did."

At first, Sunday comes like it had a thousand times before - lazy with sleep weighted eyes, and the gnawing realisation that the fun is halfway over. Tomorrow is Monday and it’s just hours, once again hours away from Doing The Labour. It’s exhausting to Do The Labour. As you pull a pillow over your head, scoffing at the sunlight streaming through the window, you whine to yourself - you don't want to Do The Labour. But the hunger grumbling in your stomach is a stern reminder that you have to, want to or not. You lift your head up, groggy and squinting in the pouring light. You stretch, something cracks, and there's a persistent, mysterious ache somewhere in your back. Adulthood. But as you climb down, opening the window to let in the fresh, morning air, you glimpse at Jimin sleeping on the sofa. Dark hair messy on the pillow, soft snores rising from his open mouth.

The gust of morning breeze rips through the curtains and he shivers, instinctively pulling the blanket nearly up to his ears to protect himself from the unwanted elements. You smile and then for the first time in a very long time you allow yourself to sit and simply gaze into the city. Dogs and their sleep weary owners trudged in and out of the park, runners in their never-ending mission to make everyone else feel lazy took laps amidst the freshly opened shops, half-abandoned construction and the occasional stray cat. Together and separate - the life of a city.

And when Jimin wakes much has changed and yet nothing really. The Sunday like many before this one is spent quietly, with a nameless, bright cartoon in the background, coffee made, and yoghurt to be enjoyed. Despite what your fears always insisted, it's actually quite simple. You're still you and he's still him and you're both here in this small apartment, on this lazy Sunday morning because you want to be here. It's just that simple.

As Jimin shuffles over, still partially sinking into slumber, you quickly delved into a bowl of non-sugar non-fat diet no-additive greek yoghurt just not before sprinkling a handful of strawberries and half a pack of chocolate chips.

Jimin smiles over his cup of coffee.

“I like to eat healthily,” you establish, shaking the very last of the chips into the bowl.

“I can see that,” he bites his lip to not laugh and the chain around his neck dangles in the air as he reaches down to lay a light kiss on the side of your cheek.

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Biker Boy ;; C.B

𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 ;; sfw

𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 ;; none

𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 ;; biker gang au. gender neutral pronouns!

⚠ long post ⚠

the familiar sound of motorcycle engines broke through the other wise silent day. i sat in my office sifting through emails, attempting to unsubscribe from any letters i just didn't want anymore. the sound however drew my attention to the house across from mine.

like most houses in the neighborhood it was decently big, and well kept, with a gate surrounding it. pretty typical. that couldn't be said for the occupents of the house; they were rowdy and possibly the loudest neighbors, always yelling about something, or blasting music. not really the types of neighbors you wanted.

i hadn't met any of them, i mostly stayed out of their way. truth be told they intimidated me a bit, each wore a black leather jacket with different patches, besides one on the back. pretty stereotypical; a skull on fire with some famcy lettering i could never make out from the window.

despite never meeting them, i knew at least a bit about them;

- one there were six occupents in the house and a dog

- two, one of the guys names was elton (and the only reason i knew that was i happened to hear someone yelling for him once)

- and lastly they collectively made up a small biker gang.

i had never heard of them being dangerous in anyway, but the shady people going in and out of their house was enough to keep me at bay.

i watched as each of the boys walked inside the house, once again trying to make out the text at the top, probably something cheesy and typical. i looked away and went back to idly clicking on emails.

my phone rang and i answered throwing it on speaker phone. "what adam?" i said, already knowing he needed something.

"remember how you love me, and i'm you're favorite co-worker?"

"no."

a huff came from the other side of the phone, causing me to smile.

"listen, tonights going to be a slow night, can you handle the shift on your own?" he finally asked, "this real cute person from campus asked me out, and i couldn't say no, so please!" he begged.

"how cute we talking?" i smirked.

"i think i showed you their instagram... you know, mars, the person from my psych class."

"oh, them... fine, but if i die tonight i'm blaming you."

"i'll remember to clear your search history, and throw away whatever weird stuff you have in your house."

i laughed, "lovely, enjoy your date loser" i grabbed my phone.

"i'll give you all the details tomorrow. and thank you, love you, you're the best.. blah, blah, blah" and with that adam hung up.

»»-----------¤-----------««

i got to the tavern on time to take over for the day shift, slipping into my place behind the bar. luckily the place was small, and most people really only came to relax— it wasn't a party place, thats why i liked working there.

normal customers were already sat at the bar, along with a few that hid in the booths until they needed their drink topped off. over all it was an easy going night.

i was busy getting one of our regulars a whiskey when the bell on the door went off catching my eye, only further distracting me when my neighbors came walking through the door. what were they doing here?

"y/n?" the guy whos whisky i was currently holding snapped me out of my daze.

"sorry, here." i quickly set down the glass and they left for the seat again.

i glanced over to see the group sit down at a booth a few of them grabbing chairs from the other table to sit along the end. if it was a full night i would of had to say something. luckily i can keep to my own business.

the tanner one of the group walked over to the jukebox that was usually never touched. while i noticed one of the black haired ones come to me, i quickly made myself look busy and started to dry one of the cups.

i turned as he got their, "what can i do you for?" i asked, trying not to let the nerves seep into my voice.

up close the man didn't seem as intimidating, his dark hair was swooped to the side, eyes were probably the bright blue i had seen, and his features were soft. nothing that really screamed hardened criminal, or 'i maybe do drug deals out of my house'.

"six of whatever you got on tap," he said, setting down his card, "out it on this for the night."

"i'll bring it to your table then, sir" i grabbed the card and set it next to the others, placing a color marker on it before starting to get their drinks in order.

i felt eyes peering into my back as i got the drinks ready, and glanced back, to see the man staring at me. i quickly looked back at the cups, trying to focus on my job.

"do i uh... know you from some where?" he asked.

"nope, don't think so," i quickly said, setting the drinks on a tray.

"you look... i feel like i've seen you before."

"you been in before?"

"a few times... but somewhere different,"

i swallowed dryly and shrugged. i didn't want them knowing that i lived next to them, even though i still wasn't completely convinced any of them were dangerous... though their company sure seemed to be.

"i'll take it," he said, swiping the trap off of the bar before i had a chance to react.

i watched as he walked off with my tray and hoped he'd bring it back, luckily he did, peering me down the whole time he did it.

it was strange that the man was so adamant about seeing me somewhere, i really only came out of the house the pull my trash the curb, grab mail, or go to work. he could of seen me one of those many times but i doubted enough to know me by looking at me.

i kept up with my job, ignoring the mans looks anytime he came up to get their drinks topped off, eventually just asking for a pitcher so they could pour their own. i had been worried about them being roudy or loud but they kept to themselves, and the guy who selected the songs had good taste.

"alright, cashing out," the man brought the cups along with the pitcher back, which i was greatful for.

"okay, give me one second."

i walked back over with the respite and his card, he signed one of the slips taking the other. there was a look on his face that said he was still trying to figure out where he had seen me before. i only gave my best customer service smile and walked to go wake the passed out customer off my bar and call a cab for him.

»»-----------¤-----------««

a few days had past, like promised adam told me all about his date, and things had went back to normal. i had forgotten about the night with the bikers and went on with my life.

i had the day off and spent most of it catching up on the cleaning i had been neglecting, only leaving the house to take out the trash then check my mail box.

"i knew, i knew you from somewhere," a familer voice drifted from across the street, i froze for a moment before turning slowly.

the dark hair boy had his hands above him holding onto the bars of his gate, an unlit cigarette in on of his hands. he had a smile on his face that i found far to cute for knowing the type of person he could be.

"i'm a little sad you didn't recognize me." he added in a playful tone.

"i don't really know any of my neighbors." i said keeping my voice flat, hoping he'd leave me alone, i turned back toward the mail box, grabbing everything.

"hmm, i suppose i should of guessed, i only ever see you outside when your grabbing the mail. it's my favorite thing to catch, i always try to guess if you're going to be dressed up or still in your sweats."

i turned to look at him, "that's... a little creepy," i said.

"and here i thought i was cute" another smile broke out on his face.

"that you watch me? not really dude." i turn to walk away.

"hey, wait—"

but before he could say anything i got in the house, not entirely thrilled the man not only knew where i worked but also lived. i ran my hands over my face and collected myself to go about the rest of my day.

»»-----------¤-----------««

"gross, hate guys like that," adam said in response to me telling him about the experience with my neighbor that next night.

"i figured they we're all pretty shady anyway."

"still, so bold with his creepiness, then again i suppose most guys are... ugh"

i laughed gently and continued working, once again it wasn't a busy night but it was nice to have the extra hands. the bell on the door rang and i glanced over, nearly dropping the cup i was putting away when i saw ny neighbors once again walking through the door.

the black hair boy glanced at me, before simply following the others to the booth they sat at last time.

i grabbed adams sleeve gently tuging at it. "thats him, the uh... dark haired one on the right," i whispered.

"oh, no fuck, i can serve them if you want me to" he whispered back.

"no, i... it'll be fine." i said, though even i didn't sound so sure of that statement.

the oldest looking one of the group came up this time, once again setting down a card. "just a pitcher of a tap, and six glasses"

i took the card with a 'sure!' and got him what he needed, curious if his friend would come and disturb me. i glanced at the card as i put it with the others. elton cassette indented on it. ah so thats elton.

since elton was coming to get refills on the pitcher i figured i wouldn't be dealing with the other boy. however that was proven wrong when he walked over to the bar and sat down.

"hey,"

"what can i get for you?" i asked.

"well you hadn't given me the chance to finish talking to you yesterday so i figured i'd try here."

"i'd rather not talk to the man that watches me," he said, starting to turn away.

"hey, wait, i didn't say i watched you, the window next to my desk faces toward your house, and i happen to see you is all," he explained.

"only a little less creepy,"

he chuckled, and looked down before back up at me, "you're cute its hard not to look when you walk out."

i stared for a moment, unsure if i heard the man right. he thinks im cute? possibly not something i should be flattered by when he openly admitted to watching me through his window... nonetheless i was.

"right, doesn't make it better," i turned fully, but didn't walk away, getting the regulars whisky and handing it to him before he even set his empty one down.

"i'm colby" he said, when i looked back at him there was only a surprisingly shy looking smile on his face.

"y/n" i pointed to the name tag.

colby opened his mouth to say something however one of his friends piped up.

"colby! common dude, if they haven't given you their number yet, their not going to!" he yelled.

i watched as colbys cheeks slowly turned a dull shade of pink. "well thats... i'll leave you to your job." he walked back over to the group, gently shoving the one that yelled.

"you okay?" adam asked, "you seemed to have had it handled to i stayed put"

"yeah, he was... nice i guess?" he watched him for a moment, only looking away when elton seemed to notice, "go wake up richard his ride should he here"

adam nodded and walked to go wake the sleeping guy at the end of the bar. the last to clear out was the gang, but they left a little before closing, elton gathering his card before doing so.

"don't tell me creepy dude caught you're eye?" adam said.

"shut up, of course not, plus you have no room to judge mr.sugar baby"

"ah! how dare you use my past against me" he feigned offence, as he threw the towel on his shoulder at me.

»»-----------¤-----------««

the boys slowly started becoming regulars, enough so that i had cycled through all there cards and knew their names. jake, aaron, corey, and sam, they'd talk sometimes while coming up to get their pitcher refilled.

i had learned out of all of them corey was probably the friendliest, he'd ask about my day, and cheerfully make small talk.

elton on the other hand rarely spoke, sometimes he'd be in a chatty mood but only said please and thank you.

and of course during some part of the night colby would come over and talk to me, until on of his friends called him back over.

i was closing the bar up when someone walked through the door. "we're closed" i said, cursing myself for not locking it.

"i know, but i forgot my wallet" colbys voice made him turn.

"oh, yeah, i put one behind the bar" i left the table i was cleaning and walked, grabbing his wallet and handing it to him.

"thanks" he smiled, turning to leave, "uh... so how long are we going to flirt with each other until i get your number?"

"i don't recall flirting with you," i said.

"oh... well... uh"

i looked up from the table and sighed, maybe i had been flirting back a bit. "it took you long enough to officially ask though."

i grabbed a napkin and pen out of my pocket, writing it down, before walking over and handing it to him.

"don't lose it, cause i won't give it again," i walked back and continued cleaning.

not hearing anything from colby besides the bell on the door ring when he left.

»»-----------¤-----------««

the next day i had woken up with a message from colby;

colby: hey, it's colby.

y/n: hey! just woke up.

colby: figured, i would probably still be asleep if we didn't have business to attend to.

y/n: business, very specific.

colby: maybe when i trust you, i'll let you in on what we do.

i stared at the text for a moment, i didn't know what else to say, what did you say someone suggesting they couldn't tell you what they did until they trust you? i set down my phone, and went about my afternoon.

i checked my phone a few times, before getting another message from colby once more.

colby: i hope i didn't scare you away with that.

y/n: takes more to scar me away then being cryptic.

colby: oh really now?

y/n: i've had my fair share of bad boy's. kinda tired of them ngl.

colby: maybe i can convince you give one more a try ;)

colby: though i wouldn't consider myself a 'bad boy' per-say.

y/n: oh then what would you consider yourself?

i couldn't lie, colby intrigued me, as much as i tried to tell myself he didn't.

colby: just a guy.

colby: just a guy that wouldn't mind a date with you.

y/n: i don't date guys who keep their jobs a secret.

colby: well, you'll never know if you don't at least try to get to know me.

y/n: fine. i don't have off next wednesday though.

colby: wednesday it is

»»-----------¤-----------««

wednesday came around, i told adam that i was going out with colby. i always told him when i was going out with someone, but especially someone who might be shady, just in case. i got dressed so i at least look semi-decent, and managed to be ready just as colby rang my door bell.

"I know you can hear me through the door bell, if you don't want to ride on the back of my motorcycle you should grab you car keys." colby's voice came through my phone.

i closed the app and looked at my car keys for a moment, something about riding the motorbike sounded exciting and yet nerve wreaking. i walked to the door and opened it.

"so you're motorcycle?"

colby smirked, "my kinda person... you look great"

"and you look... the same"

"ouch, i put on my good jeans."

i shrugged and locked the door as i fully stepped out. colby led me to his motorcycle and got on, i crawled onto the back and realizing i'd have to get a bit closer then i thought i would on a first date... maybe driving was the smarter decision.

"might want to hold tight, i've been told i'm the most reckless of the group." colby said.

i grabbed on to his leather jacket, getting a chuckle from him, he took off quicker then i thought and wrapped my arms around his waist instead.

"told you," he teased.

"asshole, you did on purpose," i spoke over the noise.

"sorry? what? i can't hear you."

i huffed and stayed close to him, linking both my hands together around him, making sure i had a solid grip; i didn't feel like flying off cause he decided to pull something like that again. he drove to a part of town i hadn't been before, pulling into a bar and grill. colby had me get off before parking. i looked up at at the place, it was decent enough, seemed like a rare cozy place in the busy hills of la.

"i can already tell you're judging the place."

"no, just... most guy's try to impress me with over the top fancy places. i suppose this is a nice change is all." i admitted.

"well the foods great, and hopefully you won't mind the company." he smiled, leading us into the bar.

we took a seat in a booth and one of the bartenders set down the a menu. getting out drink orders before leaving us. i looked at the menu, stereotypical bar food.

"i suggest you try to bacon burger, it's my favorite."

"how often do you come here?"

"we use to come every other night."

"why did you stop?"

colby glanced up from the menu, "i forced the boys to come to the bar you work at so i could see you."

i opened mouth to say something but closed it quickly after. i found it cute that he only came to the bar just to see me.

"i suppose i'll trust your suggestion than," i closed the menu, getting a smile from him.

the waitress came back over, setting our drinks down. "two bacon burgers trudy."

"sure thing sweetheart, i sure hope you eat healthy when you don't come here." she said writing down the order.

"well if it makes you feel good, i defiantly eat better at home."

the waitress - turdy - only gave him an incredulous look before walking away. i looked around, at the other characters around, most looked similar to how colby and his roommates dressed, it made me wonder if this was a bar that bikers adopted as their own, rather then go to one of the biker bars around la. i felt colby's eyes on me and met them.

"its interesting watching you take everything in... i always wondered what went on in that head of yours." he said.

"so you do watch me more then you let on." i teased,

"i just noticed you sometimes stay outside a bit longer while getting the mail and look around, so what were you thinking?"

"just wondering if you bikers took over this bar cause you liked it."

"hmmm... yeah, i would say so, trudy's the owner, and its family run so i think it draws us in" he shrugged, looking around.

trudy came back with our food, setting it down and leaving us to quickly go back to tending the bar. i grabbed a fry and looked at colby.

"so... what do you and your roommates do all day? you don't leave often, and when you do it's almost always as a group." i asked, popping the fry into my mouth.

"mainly just handle things," he said, looking at me before looking down at his food, "we sell stuff and strip cars if you must know."

"well... i figured whatever you did wasn't the most honest line of work," i smirked a bit, "but i still went on the date with you."

a smile made its way onto colby's face. with that out of the way we ate and chatted, moving on from his work and more getting to know each other. colby was surprisingly sweet, and fun to be around, by the time we got done and left the bar it was hard to believe i was ever scared of him. i texted adam that i was still on the date but alive as we go to his motorcycle.

"can i take you somewhere before i take you home?" he asked

"well... once i'm on the back i suppose i don't have much of a choice," i said getting on, "you've peaked my interest, so sure."

"sure," he nodded "but, uh... you always have a choice with me." he added a bit more seriously.

"i know... don't worry i don't think you'd do anything to hurt me, at least on purpose."

we took off, once again holding on to him tightly. there was something freeing about the wind blowing through my hair as we road down the highway. we drove quite some ways before pulling off the main road to a side one, for a brief moment i got worried i put my trust into someone i shouldn't have. he parked his motorcycle in a brush on the side of the road and we got off.

"we'll have to walk from here," he offered me a hand, "still trust me?" he smiled, intending obviously to bring me into the forest.

"a little sketched out... but yeah, i hope you don't prove that my judgement is poor," i grabbed his hand and he lead me through a path.

at the end was a broken down looking building, rather big, possibly a school, or a hospital at one point in time, now so forgotten that vines and other plants had been able to take up residence in and on the brick.

"it was an old school at one point, i think an orphanage before that, but it hasn't been used in year." he said, seeming a little excited to show me.

"is it safe?"

"yeah, sam and me come here all the time, elton showed it to us."

"of course." i said, not surprised by the knowledge that all of them seemed to like abandoned places.

he lead in the building, having to crawl in through one of the broken windows, and leading me through, to the top floor. he let go of my hand, but i stayed close by him, not wanting to get attacked by a racoon, or other wild life that may have made the old building their home. the second floor was cleaner then the first, their wasn't as much rubble, but still graffiti all over the place.

i got distracted by a beautiful piece the stuck out from all the swearwords and tags. when i looked back, colby had wondered away from and was sitting on in one of the windows, legs dangling down off the building. i walked over joining him in sitting, looking out the sun, starting to dip in the sky.

"a little unorthodox to bring someone to an abandoned building on the first date, i guess, i hope you don't mind."

"no it's... peaceful," i smiled.

colby looked at me for a moment, eyes flickering from my lips back to my eyes a few times but not leaning in for the kiss, so i did instead, leaning forward and pressing our lips together, the kiss being returned in full. i smiled softly as i pulled away.

"well..." colby cleared his throat.

"it's the police! who's in here" a strong voice said from down stairs.

"shit, that's our queue to get the fuck out of here," he pulled himself back into the building before pulling and grabbing my hand running.

i stumbled for a few steps at he dragged me behind him before getting my footing and being able to keep up. we left a back way, hearing quick footsteps behind us, we quickly made out way back to the motorcycle.

"hey stop!" the man yelled, as colby took off, leaving him in the dust.

my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest, i let out a small giggle, resting my forehead against colby's back. i took a few deep breaths, the most i had ever gotten in trouble for was a parking meter running out, so running from the police - or at least someone claiming to be them - wasn't really something i did on a normal basis.

colby dropped me off at my place, and walked me to my door, as i tried fixing my hair for the third time that night. he turned toward him, my eyes flickering toward his house across the street. could dating someone who did what colby did really work out? i was hard to tell. my eyes met his and he looked worried.

"i hope that didn't scare you off,"

"takes a lot more to scare me off," i said, almost as if i was cementing the fact i wanted to at least try more dates with him.

colby smiled, and stepped forward, cupping my cheek before pressing our lips together, it was short sweet kiss, the type that left you craving for more. "good, then i can ask you out again sometime?"

"of course... just uh, try not to make the police chase a habit." i smirked.

"i won't promise anything." he chuckled, backing up and grabbing his motorcycle to walk back over to his house.

i watched him for moment before going into mine, and leaning against the door. i grabbed my phone, fully intent on calling adam and telling him about my date with colby... well maybe i'd leave out a few details.

#colby's brock imagine #imagines #colby brock x reader #colby brock x yn #colby brock/reader #colby brock reader insert #reader insert

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rahahahama · 2 years

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I remember an hour before my fifth-grade graduation, my teacher pulled me aside and asked me why I looked so sad. I explained I was afraid of leaving elementary school — middle school seemed so scary, and I didn’t want to leave behind the teachers I’d grown so accustomed to over the past five years. My teacher chuckled and gave me a hug, but not before muttering fourteen words that would confuse me for the next decade of my life.

“A wise person once said, ‘Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.’”

I was confused but smiled anyways.

Suddenly, I noticed the nine-word phrase everywhere I went. On greeting cards, during graduation speeches, even on Instagram posts. It took me years before I realized it was a Dr.Seuss quote.

Now that I’m 22 years old, I look back at the moment I shared with my fifth-grade teacher and think, “Why would she share a racist man’s antagonizing quote to comfort a ten-year-old?” Then I remember, to some the quote isn’t antagonizing and to others, well, they refuse to believe that Dr.Seuss was a racist.

Still, I didn’t understand why I hated the quote so much. Not until my heart was broken a few months ago. Well, perhaps broken isn’t the right word. It was shattered.

As the days following my breakup passed by, my friends attempted to console me. They brought me goodies, they checked-in, they even sat through a movie about heartbreak for me. They were the best friends a girl could ask for, but even they couldn’t find a way to piece back together my heart.

My family was just as lost as my friends were when I moved back home. Weeks began to pass by, and they couldn’t understand what was wrong with me. How could it be that the same girl who was pranking her family daily just weeks ago had turned into such a shell of herself?

One day, after everyone had seemingly given up, a friend called to check in. Our conversation went a little like this:

“How are you?”

“The same.”

“I’m sorry, I hate him for doing this to you.”

“It’s okay.”

“Listen, I know this is going to sound cliche, but haven’t you ever heard of Dr.Seuss’s quote?”

“Please don’t.” I knew what was coming.

“No seriously, I mean, we’re graduating this year and a lot of things are ending. But maybe we don’t have to be sad its ending. Maybe we can just be happy it happened and maybe the same goes for you and him.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” He wasn’t. He was wrong.

For months, everyone had told me to get over it. To just move on, as if it was that simple. I was expected to go to bed with the memories of us engraved in my mind and wake up with a clean canvas. Something like that can’t be forced and while it may be frustrating for you to deal with, I promise it is much harder on your heartbroken friend.

That’s the issue with Dr.Seuss’s quote. How was I not supposed to cry now that it was over? How was I supposed to smile when everything in the world reminded me of him? Of how he broke my heart.

Every cup of matcha I had took me back to the first time I met him where we fought at the register over who would pay. Every movie I watched made me wonder what he would think of it if he was sitting right next to me. Every shirt I picked out was a reminder of the day I wore it for one of our date nights. Every cookie I bit into reminded me of the times we would throw cookie dough at one another and laugh when the cookies came out terrible. Every time my phone buzzed, my heart fluttered in hopes he had changed his mind and realized he also couldn’t live without me.

The color blue was never the same for me. It served as too much of a reminder of him. He engulfed the color blue whether it was through his blue t-shirt that made his eyes stand out or the blue he possessed in his soul on the days a cloud would follow the both of us in our own little world. In some ways, he was my blue and then, one day, blue became my least favorite color.

He even haunted cities. It took me weeks to go back to LA. You see, the buildings reminded me of the late-night drives we’d take together. My apartment reminded me of the nights I’d cry into his arms wondering if I’d ever get over my anxieties. Even walks through campus made me feel like I was running out of air as every corner shared a story of a time where we’d laugh, where we’d fight, even where we’d cry together.

I thought my home, far away from campus, was my safe haven. Yet, he haunted my childhood bedroom with the nights we’d silently facetime, both of us comfortable in the stillness. Where he’d pick me up for a quick boba run when we both found ourselves back in our hometowns. Until now, I’ve never looked at Harmony Tea Bar the same.

The simplest things in my everyday life had only become a reminder of him and what we once had.

I avoided certain roads because they reminded me of him. I avoided certain people because if I didn’t, I’d find myself asking if he’s reached out to them. I would even find myself crying throughout random parts of my day because a song played on the radio, and I’d realize that I’d become the girl I swore I never would be.

It was as simple as he had ruined love for me yet as complex as, I still loved him.

Because of this, I would constantly ask myself: How could I not cry over the person I wanted my forever to be with, not wanting me? How could I smile at the same memories that were keeping me up at night?

Fast forward four months, on a random Thursday, at about one in the afternoon. I looked to the ground and found that the scattered pieces of my heart had slowly mended itself back together off the floor and back into my chest. That might seem sudden but that’s exactly what it was: sudden and anticlimactic. The roads I avoided were no longer a trigger for me, the thought of a night in LA excited me, and, more importantly, I could finally listen to an entire Olivia Rodrigo song without crying. I was no longer the broken girl he had left to cry in her apartment alone. I was finally glued back together.

Don’t get me wrong, sometimes I still cry that it’s over, and I rarely ever smile that it happened. All this to say, there is no guide on how to mend a broken heart. No rules, no logic, no specific amount of time, and definitely no teacher. It is just you. So, don’t stop yourself from crying when it’s over and don’t feel guilty for not smiling when you look back.

Just know, one day, however long in the future, you’ll pick up your big cup of matcha, admire how blue the sky looks that day, and remember why it was always your favorite color.

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thebowerypresents · 2 months

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HEALTH Bring the Noise to Brooklyn Steel

HEALTH – Brooklyn Steel – March 15, 2024

HEALTH are a band you just have to see live. Yes, they make and record heart-pumping, synth-heavy noise that on any commute, treadmill or hot-girl walk can transport you to dark-wave metal heaven. But in the flesh? If you were at Steel on Friday, you get it.

The esteemed triad, a Los Angeles band, released their first self-titled album in 2007. They’ve been in the game for a while, collaborating with the likes of Crystal Castles, Lamb of God and 100 Gecs, and putting out some seriously good remix albums. Were you to try to genre-stamp HEALTH, I suppose you’d go for industrial. But the band, especially live, ping-pongs comfortably from dub-y hardcore to emo rock (see lead singer Jake Duzsik’s dreamlike, drawn-out vocals) to hard techno. That said, the crowd looked rather uniform: It was the rare concertgoer who was not bedecked in all black. Let’s hear it for the Goths.

On Friday, HEALTH played a satisfyingly diverse set, including “Crack Metal” (Rat Wars, 2023), a cover of Deftones’ “Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)” — released this year — and “We Are Water,” off 2009’s Get Color. (Another notable collab, that music video was directed by Eric Warheim.) Drummer BJ Miller was exceptional. His pulsating drum pattern moved the band ever-forward, and his fills were technical delights. John Famiglietti, the bassist and “software player,” is the band’s performance guy, tending to his synth in a split, raising his hands to the sky and head-banging his long locks.

As a wise man (Famiglietti) once said (in an Instagram Reel), “HEALTH has the best fans and the best vibes in the biz.” While I can’t be the arbiter on that one, the energy was pretty fucking good. It’s impossible to not move at their shows and it’s impossible to not have fun. Before their last song, Duzsik made clear they wouldn’t be doing a performative encore. “This is it,” he said, before launching into “Crusher” (Disco3, 2017). The song’s end was a harsh, loud pounder, a perfect sign-off. —Rachel Brody | @RachelCBrody

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dxsturbia · 11 months

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Right there is a difference between empathy and oh well that’s dangerous he’s a man and he doesn’t deal with my disorders no you opened up a record label you have got to be able to see his side of the street that’s probably why you let it go huh

All of this professionally I am doing and I’m riding so high but behind the door I’m miserable no you just erased half the story what he said was awful and cruel and cold yeah because there’s not a lot of room for emotion in the workplace this is the job you’ve had it since you were 15 I understand that it’s easy to take for granted that you’re famous and you’re a recording artist But how many relationships are you now required to repent and once again you’re over explaining yourself because it does have devastating consequences for you careerwise audience wise you’re gonna be able to make a really great comeback they love a good underdog however there’s a lot of razzle-dazzle going on

And you come back and this is what was going on and what they did was really really bad yeah make the person who should’ve understood the fact that you are comorbid yeah that’s abusive but your manager I’m not so sure and you know that because you weren’t as bad as the other guy but all you did was standby as he took advantage

So the narrative of your old team it just it doesn’t make sense to me because this seems to be the control issue of one person and a whole bunch of people didn’t know what to do with that like

Demi the biggest fear is losing the people that she loves

do you hear that that’s disgusting

I’m just because you were just as extreme does not mean he didn’t find your Achilles’ heel and manipulate you the whole way and by umbrella in this like that you’re not protecting as many people as possible

Just say it we all watched the last one and I don’t know how many people saw it but I definitely saw that dude get on Instagram as soon as you fired him

Or they quit I don’t know

#love notes to imaginary friends #demi lovato

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dtp-index · 1 year

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Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist Cons And Pros Explained

As a wise man once said, "Music is the universal language of mankind." In today's content-driven world, that language can make or break your video project. But how do you choose the perfect soundtrack for your masterpiece without getting tangled in the web of copyrights? Enter Epidemic Sound and Artlist, two leading royalty-free music platforms. I've tried both of them, and I'm here to give you a comprehensive comparison between these two industry titans in 2023. So, which one is the right fit for you?

Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist: Price and Subscription Options

As we all know, the price of a subscription can make or break your decision. Epidemic Sound offers a personal plan (the cheapest one) for $15 per month or $108 per year ($9 per month) and a commercial plan for $49 per month or $228 per year ($19 per month).

Artlist offers a starter Personal monthly subscription for $14.99 or a yearly subscription for $120 ($9.99 per month). For commercial accounts, Artlist only offers yearly plans: Music plan - $199 per year ($16.60 per month) and Music and Sound Effects plan - $299 per year ($25 per month).

Winner for Personal Plan: Epidemic Sound

Epidemic Sound wins for personal plans because it covers more platforms.

Winner for Commercial Plan: Artlist

Artlist wins for commercial plans because it covers broadcasting and TV and has no restriction on the number of accounts per platform (Epidemic Sound limits accounts per platform to 3 on commercial plans).

If you prefer a monthly commitment, Epidemic Sound might be more up your alley, otherwise, you might want to look into Artlist.

Read Epidemic Sound Review | Is it Worth it For Creators?

Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist: Library Comparison

What about the library? How does Artlist compare with Epidemic Sound?

Epidemic Sound boasts an extensive library of over 35,000 tracks and 90,000 sound effects. Artlist has a smaller library of 18,000 tracks songs and 11,000 sound effects (and it's rapidly growing).

In terms of quality, both platforms offer an excellent selection of tracks from various genres, making it difficult to declare a clear winner.

Both sites add new music regularly. If you're anything like me, you'll find that having a vast library to choose from is essential for finding that perfect track.

However, if quantity is a priority, Epidemic Sound takes the cake.

Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist: Licensing and Usage

The licensing models of Epidemic Sound and Artlist vary slightly. Both offer royalty-free tracks for content creators. Epidemic Sound's licenses cover a range of uses, from YouTube videos to podcasts and even commercial projects. Artlist licenses are similarly flexible, allowing unlimited usage across various media. As long as you maintain an active subscription, you can use their tracks without worrying about copyright issues.

With Epidemic Sound, you get also buy a single-track license, meaning you can use the track in any way that makes sense for you. The price varies from $99 to $499 depending on the use case.

Clear NO for both platforms:

No standalone use

No illegal, immoral, or political content

No broadcast type content or TV (only Artlist commercial plans cover that)

No NFTs

Personal License

Epidemic Sound:

+ Use on any social media

+ Monetization and sponsorship in personal social channels

+ Allows paid and promoted videos

Artlist:

+ YouTube, Facebook, Instagram, Twitch, TikTok, Podcasts

+ Monetization and sponsorship in personal social media channels

- No paid or promoted videos

Commercial License

Epidemic Sound:

+ Paid ads

-Unlimited social media platforms

+ Client work (only 3 accounts)

+ Commercial work

+ Podcasts

+ Websites and all online platforms

Artlist:

+ Unlimited social media platforms

+ Paid ads

+ Client work

+ Commercial work

+ Podcasts

+ Websites and all online platforms

+ Broadcast and TV

+ Paid and promoted videos

Artlist is a winner in this category if you want to broadcast or produce films and movies.

Epidemic Sound is a winner in the personal license if you want to produce content for platforms that are not included in Artlist's license.

Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist: Which One Offers Royalty-Free Music?

Both Epidemic Sound and Artlist offer royalty-free tracks. This means that, as long as you have an active subscription, you can use their music without any legal problems or additional fees (no royalties). You won't have to worry about copyright issues as long as you follow their licensing terms.

Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist: User Experience

As a creator, you want a platform that is easy to navigate and offers user-friendly search filters. In my opinion, both Epidemic Sound and Artlist excel in this area. Their interfaces are intuitive, with advanced filtering options to help you find the perfect song. However, some users find Artlist's interface to be slightly more modern and visually appealing. In my experience, Artlist's platform is more polished and easier to navigate. Epidemic Sound's interface is also user-friendly and offers a similarly robust search functionality.

Both platforms provide search filters that help you narrow down your choices by genre, mood, and themes. Artlist has an extra filter for the instrument.

What Happens After You Cancel an Epidemic Sound or Artlist Subscription?

If you cancel your Epidemic Sound and Artlist subscription, you can no longer use their tracks in new projects. However, any projects published during your subscription period are covered forever.

Any videos uploaded during your active subscription will still be covered, but new uploads after cancellation will not be protected by their license.

Artlist Review 2023: Is There A better Deal? Is It Worth It?

What Is Epidemic Sound To Me? Who Is It Best For?

Epidemic Sound is a royalty-free music platform designed for content creators, offering a vast library of tracks and sound effects. It's popular among YouTubers, podcasters, and other creators who need high-quality music to enhance their projects. Epidemic Sound is an attractive choice for those looking to add high-quality music to their projects.

Epidemic Sound, boasting over 550 employees and offices in New York, Los Angeles, Amsterdam, and Seoul, has established itself as a leading player in the music licensing industry. The company's primary focus is on nurturing its community of content creators and music producers, helping them grow, and ensuring that they receive fair compensation for their work.

Epidemic Sound has proven to be an invaluable resource in my content creation journey. With its vast library, dedication to supporting creators, and commitment to fair compensation, it has earned its place as one of the best royalty-free music platforms available.

What It Artlist To Me? Who Is It Best For?

Artlist is another royalty-free music platform catering to content creators. It offers a broad range of music tracks and sound effects, making it an excellent choice for those looking to add a professional touch to their videos, podcasts, and other media projects.

Artlist's team searches the globe for the best musicians, curating their music to create a thriving community of artists. Their belief that high-quality music licensing doesn't have to be expensive or complicated resonates with creators seeking simplicity and affordability. Artlist operates under the notion that when artists succeed, we all succeed, making it their mission to provide opportunities for both musicians and filmmakers. Artlist has been a game-changer in for business, proving that an exceptional music licensing experience is well within reach.

Is Epidemic Sound Unlimited?

Yes, with an active Epidemic Sound subscription, users can access and download an unlimited number of tracks and sound effects from their library.

Please keep in mind (and this applies to Artlist and Epidemic Sound) that it is against TOS to scrape content or use bots to download tracks and sound effects from both websites. Companies have a right to suspend user's account if they see suspicious activity on them.

Is Artlist Unlimited?

Yes, with an active Artlist subscription, users can access and download an unlimited "reasonable" number of tracks and sound effects from their library. In reality, "reasonable" means that users are limited to downloading 40 music tracks per day and 100 sound effects to justify fair use. For most creators, that is more than enough downloads per day.

Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist: Pros and Cons

Epidemic Sound Pros:

Extensive library of over 35,000 tracks and 90,000 sound effects

Covers more platforms on its personal plan

Offers single-track licenses

Unlimited access and downloads with an active subscription

Really unlimited downloads

30-day free trial

Epidemic Sound Cons:

Limits accounts per platform to three on commercial plans

Some users find the platform's interface less polished than Artlist's

Users have reported issues with customer support and copyright claims

Artlist Pros:

A more visually appealing and user-friendly interface

Covers broadcasting and TV with its commercial plan

Unlimited access to a "reasonable" number of daily downloads

No restrictions on the number of accounts per platform on commercial plans

High-quality tracks

Two months free on annual membership

Artlist Cons:

A smaller library of 18,000 tracks and 11,000 sound effects

Offers fewer platforms on its personal plan

Subscription-only model, no single-track licenses

Users have reported challenges with customer support and billing issues

"Reasonable use" allows downloading 40 tracks and 100 sound effects per day

No free trial, questionable refund

Epidemic Sound vs. Artlist: Free Trial And Refunds

Epidemic Sound: A Generous Trial Period

Epidemic Sound offers a 30-day trial, granting unlimited access to their extensive library of music and sound effects. During this period, you're free to publish your work without worrying about additional licensing fees. If you find Epidemic Sound to be the perfect fit, the trial will automatically renew with the agreed-upon monthly price. However, be aware that if you forget to cancel, any charges incurred are non-refundable. Thankfully, canceling your subscription is a hassle-free process

Artlist: Limited Trial, Strict Refund Policy

Unlike Epidemic Sound, Artlist does not offer a traditional free trial. Instead, you can create an account, browse their library, and download watermarked tracks. To access their full range of services, you'll need to subscribe. Artlist does provide a refund policy, but it comes with stringent conditions. You can request a refund within 14 days of purchase, but only if no assets have been downloaded or used in a project. In other words, if you download even a single track, you forfeit your eligibility for a refund.

Verdict: Which One Is Better: Epidemic Sound or Artlist?

In terms of pricing, Epidemic Sound's personal plan is a winner, as it covers more platforms. Artlist wins for commercial plans, accommodating broadcasting and TV with no restrictions on the number of accounts per platform. If you're leaning towards a monthly commitment, Epidemic Sound might strike the right chord.

When comparing libraries, Epidemic Sound boasts a staggering 35,000 tracks and 90,000 sound effects, while Artlist offers a smaller collection of 18,000 songs and 11,000 sound effects. Quality-wise, both platforms are neck and neck, but if quantity matters, Epidemic Sound takes the prize.

Licensing and usage are fairly similar between the two platforms, but Epidemic Sound's single-track license may be more appealing if you need just one track. User experience-wise, both platforms are user-friendly, but Artlist's interface has a slight edge in modernity and visual appeal.

While both platforms offer royalty-free tracks, their ratings are mixed when it comes to customer experiences. Artlist has a 4.2 rating, with complaints about untrustworthy practices and licensing issues. Epidemic Sound, on the other hand, has a 4.1 rating, with users citing difficulties with the cancellation process and copyright claims. I haven't experienced any issues with either platform. I like both services but if I had to choose one, I would pick Epidemic Sound because of the larger library, better variety, licencing model, and a 30-day free trial.

Original Source: https://sites.google.com/site/videoblocksreview/royalty-free-music/epidemic-sound-vs-artlist

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Our forefathers taught us love

In keeping with this week's theme of love I want to talk about remembering these words our forefathers wrote many years ago.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their creator with certain unalienable rights that along these are life liberty and the pursuit of happiness"

This is the right given to EVERY man. Read that again….every man, woman, and child in our country. That we are created equal, and no one is better than another, so what happened to this? What happened to the words they wrote in the constitution?

On our Statue of Liberty, it clearly says

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore, send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

This is what our country was built on, love and compassion for others. To open our arms and take in people who want a better life, who are persecuted, and who do not have the freedoms we are so blessed to have.

Martin Luther King once said, and I quote:

"We must discover the power of love, the redemptive power of love. And when we do that, we will make this old world a new world, for love is the only way."

You just keep loving people and keep loving them, even though they're mistreating you"

Mother Teresa spoke of love all the time saying;

"People who love each other fully and truly are the happiest in the world. They may have little, or they may have nothing, but they are happy people. Everything depends on how we love one another."

The Dalai Lama spoke of love like this:

"We should practice by showing one another love and helping one another. It is a mistake to pursue happiness and to seek to avoid suffering by deceiving and humiliating other people. We must try to achieve happiness and eliminate suffering by being good-hearted and well-behaved"

The Bible writes about love 315 times, and in 237 verses, the one I love is the one everyone seems to quote on Valentine's day...

"Love endures with patience is kind love is never envious or boastful or in vain. It is not conceited, it is not rude. it does not rejoice in injustice and unrighteousness but rejoices when right and truth prevail. Love bears all things, looking for the best in each other, and endures everything"

We need to learn from these wise people who have come before us that love conquers all. That this is the only way we will heal this broken world we live in.

We must remember that we all bleed red, we all die and go into the same size box and we all turn into ash eventually. So if we know this, why do we still hate it? Why do we want to separate others? Why can't we just all get along as Rodney King once spoke?

So today my friends, on this week of Valentine's day, let's try to Our forefathers taught love these words our forefathers spoke, and let's try to love one another.

I will leave you with this to remember….

These are God's words;

Love conquers all.

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heejojo · 3 years

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Mr Hollywood

summary: Sim Jaeyun had made it, he had finally fulfilled his dream of being an artist but he had to leave the place he called he called home promising he would come back when everything was okay. He’s back now but are you sure it’s the same Jake you once knew?

genre: fluff, minor angst, childhood lovers turned exes to lovers again

pairing: Celebrity Sim Jaeyun x non-celebrity reader (with enhypen and treasure appearances)

warning: none

word count: 4.1k

a/n: although it has been proofread, I cannot guarantee no errors so please let me know if you see any! please let me know what you think. likes and reblogs are appreciated and I hope you have a good day.

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“And the Artist Of The Year Award goes to none other than...” the announcer said, keeping you all at the edge of your seats. Everyone here had voted for Jake so many times so that he would win. The announcer looked at the folded card in his hand before smiling and saying.

“Jake Sim!” The screams of everyone in the beer parlour with you watching the award ceremony were probably louder than those in the venue itself. You all watched in pride as the look of shock was evident on his face and he shakily walked to the podium to collect the award. You smiled at how good he looked, he had come so far from the boy you once knew here.

Five years ago, Jake had left his hometown, where he grew up for 18 years to pursue his dream. Granted, not everyone is supposed to stay for the rest of their lives but he thought he was going to stay but he made up his mind to leave for his passion. You all supported him even if you weren’t able to talk to him because of his busy schedule. Being able to cheer him from the sidelines was what you were content with. He was the pride of the town and people did not hesitate to show him off.

He gave the announcer a bow and collected the award. You could see the way his hands shook as he collected the award as if it felt unreal that he won.

“I would like to thank God for the ability to get to this point today and to thank my parents for always teaching me the right way and having the courage to let their child pursue his dreams even if it meant that I would be very far away; almost out of reach even. I love you. To all those that have continuously supported me and listened to my music, thank you. To the staff that have worked so hard and everyone I've had the pleasure of meeting, a big thank you to you" he said and walked off.

The excitement of the crowd reduced and everyone eventually retired to their homes while chatting amongst themselves. You think about the award one more time, feeling happy for him and move on. After all, the same way Sim has a life to live is the same way you do also.

The next day, when you wake up you feel a shift in the atmosphere. The birds are still chirping, yes but something feels unusual. You brush off the paranoia you feel and decide to do your usual morning duties and carry on with your day. While other people your age wanted to have prestigious jobs(not like there was anything wrong with that), you wanted something simple and had decided on being either a cafe owner or a florist.

Sadly, the cafe owner agenda wasn't able to work out because everyone in the vicinity was now aware of the way you burned down a cafe trying to bake and collectively decided that you should not be allowed to make food for people. Flowers were better than running a cafe shop. You stayed with your flowers and you were able to give

someone a flower when they needed it.

Need a flower for your mother? You got it, a daylily was exactly what they needed. Wanted to attend a funeral? Take a bouquet of lilies. It was easy to understand and you didn't directly put anyone in harm’s way. Although your shop was hardly ever full, you were content with everything.

That's why you're shocked when you find a line of people waiting to be let into your shop at 9 am. You raised an eyebrow in confusion but you opened the door nevertheless. At the end of the day, you were the one earning the money. You had things to buy, didn't you?

You take your place at the counter and start attending to the customers. They didn't tell you to pick out one for them and just chose it themselves. The crowd slowly reduced till there was only one person left. When there remained a few people, you quietly moved to one person to ask for the reason why they were so cheerful today.

"Jungwon, do you know why everyone is so happy today? My shop was full today!"

"Are you complaining about it?" He asks. Jungwon was the son of the cafe shop owner. He came to your shop frequently when he was on his break and you would talk to each other.

“Of course, I’m not. I just want to know what’s making everyone come here all of a sudden. Even old man Jay came here and you know that man never leaves his house. He bought a red carnation and I’m confused because who does he have affection for that he’s getting them flowers”

“He has a wife you know”

“Please, the last time they had a conversation with each other was when he asked for a divorce” you deadpanned.

“Look Y/N, who’s the one person in this town anyone would do anything for?”

“Kim Junkyu?”

“Close but not him, I wouldn’t do anything for him” Jungwon stated making you roll your eyes.

“The only person left is Sim Jaeyun and we know it’s not possible”

“Ding Ding Ding! We have a winner”

You give him a shaky smile before asking him, “You’re joking right?”

“I’m not,” he says sincerely. You nod your head and go sit on the nearest stool. Placing a hand on your throat as you begin to scratch at it (something you did when you were nervous) and just sit in silence while Jungwon continues talking.

“After the award ceremony, his management released a statement on his Instagram saying that he would be going on hiatus for two months to visit his family. So we townsmen decided to get flowers to pave the road with because he would be coming back. We would have used gold leaves but it’s too expensive”

He continued talking and talking while you were still trying to process the fact that Jake would be coming back. Physically he was still going to be the same Jake you had a crush on before he left but personality-wise? You doubted that. You heard stories of the way fame had changed people; the love from others would get to their heads and make them overly egotistical. A part of you knew that he wouldn’t change but the other part was unsure. Before he left, you made him promise to not change and while you knew promises could be broken, you knew he wouldn’t break them.

“Jungwon, I want to close the shop for today. I’m not feeling too well and want to rest a bit”

“No problem Y/N! If you want, I can stay here and do business for you”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve made enough money today to last me for next month” you say and shoo him away.

At home, you just sit and think for some time before getting up to make some tea and reminiscing about your high school memories. You hardly had feelings for people so when you did, you let them know immediately. When you told Jake that you liked him, he told you that he felt the same. You ignored him for a week after that because you didn’t think that far. After that, you met up with him and explained the reason why you avoided him. You went out with each other for less than 2 weeks and during that period, he had told you about his dreams of becoming an artist and you supported him wholeheartedly.

He would carry your books from school and you both would walk home together every day. He'd play the violin for you because he was good. You'd both pet stray cats and run when they started chasing you. All good things came to an end when he told you that he had to leave to pursue his dream. You both knew you were too young to even attempt a long-distance relationship so you let each other go even though it hurt. You’d watch his music videos and support his activities even though there was a possibility he would never return. Now that he was going to be here, how were you going to cope knowing that your feelings for him were still the same while his feelings could have gone, especially with all the beautiful people in the industry?

That night, while everyone was outside welcoming Mr Hollywood, you stayed in your house dreading the days that would come. The town was small so there was no way that you wouldn’t bump into him. The voices were loud when you tried to sleep. Seems like everyone was ecstatic that Jake had come back. The noise wasn’t able to let you sleep but deep down you knew it was because you were nervous.

You decide to bake cookies to reduce the stress you are currently feeling. You had learnt from your mistakes and no longer burnt kitchens (your kitchen being valid proof of that), but Jungwon’s dad still wouldn’t lift his ban. You baked cookies till 2 am before you were really tired enough to sleep. You had baked almost a hundred cookies that night.

The next morning, you made sure to wake up early so you wouldn’t run into anyone. Thankfully, the townspeople didn’t want to buy flowers that morning and got started on the orders that people out of town had placed. You brought cookies for Jungwon so he could test them. You were trying to fix the counter when someone walked in, making the bell jingle. Assuming it was Jungwon, you say, “Jungwon the cookies are on the counter. Test them and tell me what you think, don’t eat them and run away”

“I’m not a Jungwon but can I talk to Y/N?” You’re startled but you freeze, instantly recognizing the voice. Jake Sim.

“Hello, what would you like?” you asked with a forced smile. You were way too close, the proximity was making you uneasy. He looked a bit disappointed with the way you answered him but what did he expect to come to? It had been five years.

“I just wanted to tal-” he is cut off by Jungwon bursting through the door.

“Y/N, you will not believe who I saw. I saw Jake Sim with my very own two eyes. He looks so much hotter in real life. Do you think he’d sign my back if I asked-” he stopped instantly when he saw the person that was in the flower shop.

He looked like a fish out of water with the way his mouth was agape. Looking at you, then at Jake and then you again. He brought his hand to his head and he hit it hard making you startled.

“Sorry I will leave now,” Jungwon said.

“To cry” he murmured, making you chuckle. Jungwon was someone that cried when he did something embarrassing.

“Jungwon wait,” you say and walk to give him the cookies you had packed for him with a little note.

“Eat them and get back to me when you’re less you know...embarrassed” He snatches them from your hands and makes a run for the door. You giggle then you remember that Jake was still present. Turning to face him, you ask if he wants anything. “I want to talk to you”

You motion him to sit on the spare chair you had and he obliges. Before you even ask him a question, he begins, “Was that your boyfriend?”

“No, not that it concerns you though”

“Where you last night? I saw everyone but you. The Johnny kid said you were feeling ill. I doubt that wasn’t true as you made cookies. The last time I remembered, you were really bad at anything relating to the kitchen”

“Times change and people change, Jaeyun. It’s been 5 years since we last had a conversation with each other. I’m not the same and I’m sure you’re not the same either”

“Let’s get to know each other again. Do things the old fashioned way. Go on dates, paint, and bake with each other. Do some of the things we could have done 5 years ago.”

“And then when you have to leave and have no contact with each other again”

“I won’t do that, I promise. Never again.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“Let me prove it to you-”

He’s cut off by the entrance of another customer and stands up to leave but you don’t miss the longing look in his eyes. You hope he can see the same look in yours that’s covered by hurt and waiting for someone to return.

You were not expecting Jake to be at your store first thing on a Friday morning. He was even earlier than you and you're the boss.

“What are you doing here?” you ask. He was bouncing on his feet and looking cherry when you hadn’t even gotten enough sleep.

“I’m here to take you out. Do it like the old times where I’d wait for you so we could go to school together”

“I have work to do today and I’m going to be booked so another time”

“I have come to offer my assistance so tomorrow we can go out together”

“Don’t you have things to do?”

“I’m on a hiatus, I’m free for almost two months and if you want I can be free for more. Imagine all the things we could do in that time” he trails off, fantasizing when you hadn’t even told him that you still liked him. Meanwhile, you had opened the door and walked in.

"Aren't you going to come in and stop thinking of cute stuff?" you ask him and he quickly runs in, flustered.

He takes a look around and puts on a determined face and gets a broom and starts cleaning. For someone that's supposed to be a celebrity, he was cleaning like an employee. You take a rag and wipe all the surfaces and take care of the flowers. After an hour, the shop is ready to open. Customers come rolling in once they see a new help. Although they're surprised, they don't question it.

During your break, Jake picks up a chrysanthemum and hands it to you. "It's for you because you're beautiful," he says

"Hate to rain on your parade but if you gave me this in Italy, it means you wish I were dead" and with that, he takes back the flower instantly and brings a single red rose. You receive it with a small laugh, finding it funny when he doesn't want you misinterpreting him. You were having a sweet moment with him until Jungwon came in again.

"I'm getting tired of seeing you here Mr Sim. As much as I adore you, I need to meet my friend" he states and pulls you to the back. "Care to explain why Jake Sim is in your store again!?"

"Nope" you respond, popping the p. He brought his hand to his forehead and tried to relax his muscles because according to him, he doesn't want to look forty-five when he's thirty years old.

"Look, it's weird coming here and seeing you have company. I'm not against you having company seeing as you've been lonely the entire time I've known you but, I can't stay in his presence! Why must a man Look so gorgeous!? He's ruining my already broken esteem. Everybody saw him in real life and was wondering how a man could look that good."

"They saw him when he was seventeen years old," you tell him.

"And he's twenty-three now! He doesn't look the same and I don't even need to have known him then to know now"

"Jungwon, I want you to get to the point," you tell him, basically pleading at that point because your break would soon be over.

"I'll see you when I have enough confidence to meet him," he says and leaves the store. You shake your head at his overdramatic behaviour and continue with your day. Jake proves to be amazing assistance and you got things done quicker and even closed earlier.

"Thank you for offering help, you can go home now. See you tomorrow" you say in an attempt to shoo him out.

"I want to walk you home" he announces and goes with you home.

"Do you hate me for not talking to you?" he asks.

"I don't hate you. To be honest, I think we both did the right thing by not talking to each other. It was good we had each other in mind but I would have caused too much of a distraction for you. It was great you focused on your career and achieved your goals. I did well too"

"Johnny boy said you were lonely though," he said.

"Number one, I know you know his name is Jungwon but you're just being petty. Two, why were you eavesdropping on our conversation and three, I still had a bit of hope that one day you'd return. I didn't think that you'd come" you say truthfully. The night was making you vulnerable when answering his questions.

"I always asked my mum how you were doing when I called her, you know? I wanted to check up on you without doing so myself. I'd ask her to give you a pop tart because I knew they were your favourite"

Even though he was still far away, he still had kept you in his mind the same way you did for him.

You got home and stayed at the door before you took him by the shoulder and said, "Let's go out together and have fun". He gives you a soft smile and watches you go in before he retires to his own home.

The following day, you're waiting for him to come. You had tried to dress up for the date but didn't want to underdress or overdress since he hadn't told you where you were going. So you decided to wear a simple sundress and made yourself look nice. He arrived wearing something as casual as you in a car.

"Is this your dad's?" you questioned.

"Yup, I borrowed it to take you out,” he says and winks at you. You shake your head laughing and get in the passenger seat and he drives.

“Where are we going?” you ask, curious.

“You’ll see when we get there” you don’t respond but wind down the window and feel the wind on your face which makes you smile.

You catch Jake glancing at you while he’s driving and he doesn’t even try to hide it. “At least try to pretend you’re not starting”

“I can’t help it, you’re so pretty” This kid, he was making it too easy for you to fall for him.

“Do you still like me, Jaeyun?” you inquire.

“I do,” he said with certainty. Has he always been this bold? You don’t say anything and continue to look out so he reaches over and takes one of your hands in his while he uses his other one to drive. You look at him but just continue doing what you’re doing.

“You might not believe me but I mean it,” he says, lightly squeezing your hand as a form of reassurance.

He stops the car at an aquarium and you both come out. You have a wonderful time and although people recognize him and are surprised to see him with you, they don't say anything and leave you alone. You smiled that day more than you had ever smiled before.

"The fishes look good to eat" you whisper in his ear and he playfully smacks your arm and jokes.

"You monster! How can you say that!?" to which you jokingly shrug.

After the aquarium, he takes you to a flower field. "I did my research this time so I don't give you a wrong flower." He picked up a primrose and says, "I know this one means love is eternal so I'm giving it to you because no matter the distance between us, our love will be forever"

You feel warm this time and know that even if he were to leave again, the distance wouldn't matter because together, you both could overcome anything.

"You're all I need" you manage to say.

"When did you get all sentimental?" he teases and you chase after him in the flower field. When you get tired, you lie down on the grass and he lays next to you. Your hands find his hands amid all the grass and you squeeze it. Unknowingly, you fall asleep next to him.

The next weeks that follow include you two bonding and Jake having fun and being relaxed. He was able to write a song but wouldn't let you see the lyrics, saying it wasn't something he wants you to see yet. You met his parents and thanked his mum for taking care of you indirectly and conversed with his dad too. You could tell that he hadn't forgotten any of the values his parents had thought him. He grew up surrounded by a lot of love so he had more than enough to give.

He also met your parents and he was nervous even though you had tried to reassure him that they wouldn't do anything to him. Your father tried to act scary but deep down you knew he had a soft spot for him. Your mom was showering with more affection than she gave you and Jungwon tried stylishly asking him for his celebrity crush numbers.

"Jake, since you're dating my friend can you link me up with Han Sohee? You've worked with her before, help a friend out"

"I'll ask her but no promises" Jungwon was so happy the entire day.

A few days before Jake had to go back because his hiatus was over, you both were talking about how things would be while baking muffins.

"Y/N don't think I won’t talk to you when I go because I can already see the gears turning in your head."

"Pass me the butter Jaeyun"

"Are we back to the first-name basis? Call me the sweet names" he whined.

"Just pass the butter babe" and he passes it instantly.

"Now back to what you were saying, I know you won't forget me obviously and if you try I I can always take a flight to get to you." You tell him. You weren't going to wait around for him anymore. If you missed him, you'd go see him if he was unable to come to see you.

"Better, I was already worried," he says and gives you a back hug.

The day he left was bittersweet and you shed a few tears. It took a lot of willpower to not cry in front of him. You didn't want him to leave but you knew that he had a job to get to and you couldn't be in the way of that.

You both regularly kept in touch, calling each other at least twice a week to catch up on what had happened during each other's week. He hadn't told you that he released a new song and you found out through his fanboy Jungwon who was now the self-acclaimed president of his fan club.

"Y/N, have you heard Jake's new solo? I cried to it for an hour straight" You didn't have any time to check what was going on because someone had ordered flowers for their wedding and you had to get them done quickly.

"New solo?" you ask and Jungwon sits you down and plays the song for you. Truth be told, you cried as well. It felt like he was there with you telling you that he'd never change.

You watched the interview and when he was asked about the meaning or person behind the song, he said, "There's someone that I love and I wanted to let her know that no matter how famous I get, I won't ever change and she shouldn't change either". He looked directly at the camera then continued, "You're stuck with me forever".

That night, you called him and cried on the phone to him telling him about how you saw the interview.

"Y/N, you know I care about you" you sobbed even harder.

"I care about you too, forever"

"Forever baby, regardless of the distance"

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Going Home

Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi / Tokoyami Fumikage x Fem!Reader - Pro Hero AU (in their 20s)

Tokoyami had it bad. He had it so bad he had to bribe dark shadow to keep his mouth shut about it when you would call him. Sure he’s older than he was in high school and has more control over his quirk partner- he could force him to keep his mouth shut, but it feels wrong to force him to do anything when he’s a friend

You met Tokoyami in high school, becoming instant friends and bonding over darkness and crime shows. You even went as scully and mulder one Halloween together. But then you moved to a different country before senior year and he hasn’t been able to physically see you since.

You kept in contact religiously. He was your best friend and you told him you’d die if he doesn’t remain that way. You talk every day whenever you have free time and FaceTime every Monday and Wednesday alternating evenings and mornings for each other whenever hero work allows.

You have a separate conversation going on Snapchat, Instagram, and texts that you both stay on top of. Your Snapchat streak said 1174 and you’d be damned if it ever broke before you got to see him again. And yes, somewhere along the lines, you fell for him, but you’d never tell him. You’d never ruin your friendship like that.

“Remember to pick her up at noon” Dark Shadow said into his mind and he rolled his eyes, like he would ever forget the date and time his best friend would be in his life again. The second his agency was confirmed he extended a contract toward you, a popular new hero who was looking for an agency. A six month contract with abilities to extend should it feel like a good fit.

“Seriously? Not just because I’m your friend? You honest to god think our quirks would work well if I’m your side kick? On the bracelet?” He nods into the phone camera and then looks down at the purple adjustable bracelet you had gotten for him on your last arcade adventure before you moved, a matching black one on your wrist.

“I swear on the bracelet” he said, heart skipping. Yes he knew your quirks would work well together that was true. But he also knew that he was dying to see to again and when you said you only needed a good enough opportunity to move back, he saw a perfect opportunity that fate had handed you both.

Your black bracelet was faded to grey over the years of never taking it off but your heart beat raced in your chest. “Okay” you say with a smile and warm cheeks “I’ll have my agent look over the contract and I’ll give it a serious thought career wise.” Your eyes sparkled and he hoped your agent liked the proposal. His heart racing as you smiled at him like that. God he loved your smile.

“I like it. It would be good for your hero image if you had hero work in other countries as well. Young hero going back home. We can make a good story out of it how you were home sick. It’s also good that it’s with your best friend.” You checked out after she said she liked it. You were going home. You were going home.

You called Tokoyami right away and he answered on almost the last ring. “I’m sorry I just needed to talk to you” you said and took a deep breath as he work up “no it’s fine. It’s always fine when it’s you” his voice was tired and thick and you could only imagine how it would be in person.

“I have some news” you said with a smile and he perked up, sitting up in bed and against his headboard as he looked out his window at the night sky “what is it?” He asks, trying not to feel too excited as the phone presses hard against his ear.

“Guess” you said with a teasing tone and he knew immediately

“Really?” He asks, not being able to hide the excitement in his tone as his empty fist shoots up in celebration

“She said she liked it. It’ll be good for my image” you said with a grin, holding the phone in the crook of your neck as you play with the bracelet you’ve never taken off.

“When?” He asks eagerly

“You should know when Fumi, you made the contract” you joke and he chuckles

“no I know when your first day will be but when are you coming here?” He needs to know how much longer. How much more time will be spent away from you

“A week”

he laughs once out of shock and joy “a week?” He asks and you laugh, joy lacing every part of your voice

“my agent got me a flight and an apartment. The building I asked for already had one open and it was easy peasy. It’ll be furnished for me so I’ll be there next Wednesday at noon. Then I’ll have three weeks there before I start work. With you”

He couldn’t believe it. It went so fast he feels like his heart is spasming. Eight years away from you and only one week to go. “I’ll pick you up text me your itinerary”

“Okay” you say with a laugh and then smirk as you say “you’re not gonna ask where I’m gonna be living?”

“Where?”

“#407” you say and it takes him a moment but he gets there

“You mean six doors down?” He asks and you laugh

“Yeah I hope you don’t mind. I just thought it would be fun” you feel nervous like he’s not gonna like it, your palms sweat

“That’s amazing I’m so happy” he says and you grin “really? You don’t mind I’m living in your building?”

“Why would I mind? The best person in my life is going to be my neighbor. I can’t wait”

You hear his alarm go off and gasp “I’m sorry Fumi I didn’t mean to ruin your sleep”

He laughs “you didn’t. Trust me. But I do have to go to work. To get things set for you to be here.”

“Okay. I’ll text you. Be safe today Fumi”

—

His hands feel sweaty as he stands at the gates. Jesus. Was this even a good idea? Fuck he was so nervous. Your plan had landed he was just waiting for the doors to open. When the fight attendants opened the door he felt dark shadow getting nervous as well.

But then he saw you, a hat on your head and sunglasses on to try and stay inconspicuous in American airports but since you were here now you took them off and ran your hand through your hair before scanning the room.

Fuck you were so beautiful his mouth was dry. You were so cute in pictures and face time but it had nothing on you in person. You were an angel. This was a bad idea he was too in love to do this.

Your eyes meet his and you smile wide, your hat and glasses in one hand and a water bottle in the other as you start making your way to each other. You started off walking and weaving around the slow walkers but once you had space you couldn’t stop increasing your speed before you were running for him, your water bottle clanging to the ground as you dropped everything and threw off your backpack to slam into his strong arms, laughing as tears fall into his neck as you bury your face into him.

“Hey Fumi” you whispered and held you tighter. You smelled amazing. Like fresh air and rosemary. He couldn’t get enough. He held you tight to his chest and realized you felt smaller in his arms but then he realized when you left he was 5’5 and tiny. He’s grown a lot since then and even though you have changed too, he’s still a much larger man than he was before.

He dwarfed you. You never thought it was even possible. He held you completely and you never wanted him to let go. “Fumikage” you say as you pull back, making sure he keeps his arms around your waist. You reach up and run your hand down his long feathers down the back of his head “you’re much larger in person holy crap. and your feathers are so beautiful!!! Fumi!!. I forgot the beautiful shades in the darkness of the black. How are you still single Fumi you must be dripping with fans” You joked but your heart hurt saying it. You wanted to hear him say he wasn’t dating. That he has feelings for you.

He looks down at you and feels pride swell in his heart as you praise him, controlling the urge to fluff out his feathers when you call them beautiful.

“No one wants to date a fan” he says shutting down your investigative prodding at his love life, but then says “You’re one to talk you’ve changed so much but I didn’t even know it was possible to be this gorgeous. Don’t think I didn’t read about America’s most eligible bachelorette.”

Your cheeks flush with heat and you hide your face in his neck “oh hush Fumi. Always flustering me. Like you haven’t FaceTimed me every week. And that article was a joke” he sighs softly and you can see emotions swirling in his eyes.

“It’s different in person” he says and you sigh as you gaze up at him with a smile “it certainly is”

Once dark shadow decided to ruin the moment you remembered you were still in the airport. Fumi carried your big suitcase like it wasn’t a hundred pounds and before you could object dark shadow had your backpack across his back. Dark Shadow just laughed when you stuck your tongue out at him. “we’ve really missed you” he said when he handed you your water, your glasses and hat already on his body

—

You fall back into an easy rhythm with Fumikage, teasing and playing while talking in his car back to the apartment. After laughing so hard and catching your breath, you look over at his profile and your heart skips. The sun is hitting his feathers, his black button up shirt that was unbuttoned at the neck pulled at his biceps as his right hand rests against the shifter and his left hand was on the steering wheel. God you didn’t know if this was a good idea. You thought you were going back to your childhood home but being with Fumikage nothing has felt more like home than this.

“The boxes you sent over should be here in the next few days. If you need anything or don’t have something you can always come over, I have a spare key for emergencies” he’s going over a few things that it seems like he’s really thought about before you came. He was prepared and it warmed your heart. You smiled up at him as the elevator dinged for the fourth floor and he looked down at you eyes widening as he catches you staring. you smile and reach out, taking a gentle hold on his free hand near you and give it a soft squeeze. “Thank you Fumi. You think of everything. I’ve really missed that”

He doesn’t let go of your hand until he has to unlock his front door, you’d be staying the night with him and your agent was meeting you in the morning with the keys for your place.

his fingers tingle to grab for your hand again but he doesnt

“You can have my room, I’ll take the couch in my office. It’s a pull out.” You smile from your place standing on the landing just inside the door, watching as he disappears with your luggage down a hallway then comes back walking a little slower and playing with his hands like he does when he’s nervous.

The edge of the landing went down a couple steps and he stopped at the bottom edge “feel free make yourself at your home” he says with a nervous chuckle and you grin, running and jumping off the landing into his arms and burying your face in his shoulder.

“Oh Fumi eight years was too long” you whispered into him and he holds you up effortlessly, his beak brushing your shoulder and he curves into you, desperate to hold you after so long “way too long” he agreed.

———

The weeks seemed to fly by, you were settled into your apartment and you just got done with your first official week at the office.

“So, Tsukuyomi, Sir” you say with a smirk and lean against his open office door “how was my first day boss?”

He crosses his arms over his wide chest and gave you his best Boss look, making your heart flutter and causing your cheeks to heat up. you chuckled and tried not to show how flustered you were when you walked farther into his office. He stood from his desk and gave you a nod with a soft chuckle “you did well. I think you’re going to love it here. Let me take you to dinner tonight to celebrate”

——

He showed up at your door at seven and your breath catches in your throat when you see him. Black straight jeans with a black button up tucked in with a red tie and black boots. He looked divine. Like a god of the underdark. His hands were fixing his tie and you stepped forward, not missing the squeak of his own breath catching in his throat at the sight of you, and fixed his tie for him.

You had on a red dress and a black jean jacket that has rolled sleeves and pair of black booties that look like you could kick someone’s ass in them. His brain immediately short wired and all he can think is how well you look together. How right. How good. Fuck this was going to be harder than he thought to just be your friend but he didn’t want to you to think he was a sleaze or make you quit his agency.

Your hands fix his tie and then rest against his chest, when you see his flustered eyes and nervous body language you chuckle and lean up, kissing his beak gently, then wiping the lipstick with your thumb “you look really handsome Fumi” you say softly and he feels a whimper catch in his throat.

your eyes turn from him up to Dark Shadow who had on a matching tie “is it too much?” He asks and you laugh “you look good in it but I do think you pull off natural look best” he nods and salutes you “message received” before taking it off and tossing it into your apartment behind you.

When you look back to Fumi he’s glaring at Dark Shadow like he was a bad child and you chuckled before boldly taking his hand, hoping you read the signs right and that he did feel the same.

“Are you ready?” You ask and he nods, his fingers tighten around your hand as he relaxes, giving you a soft squeeze before placing your hand on his bicep and holding you close as he cleared his throat “I got a reservation at this new restaurant downtown” he says as you enter the elevator and you smile up at him “anywhere with you is perfect”

Dinner went by incredibly quick, you sat in a back booth, talking and laughing the whole night. It was a new restaurant that catered to people with any kinds of quirks and had surprisingly good tofu and fish. (I mean who’s gonna get the chicken on date with a bird?)

By the end of the meal he’s grabbed your hand over the table and is running his fingers against yours softly. “Thank you for tonight Fumi, I really feel like being here was the right choice. I would have came no matter what my agent said” his eyes widened a little

“Really?” He asks and you laugh with a grin “of course! You’re special to me and I just needed a good reason to come back home” your expression was so soft he felt those three words crawl up his tongue.

His eyes look serious for a moment as he looks at the way your hands look together “y/n I need to tell you something” he says and gets extra serious

“What is it?” You ask, trying to keep your voice neutral even tho you know your face screams ‘I’m worried now’

He meets your eye for a few long seconds before he shakes his head. He couldn’t. He couldn’t ruin this close friendship when he wasnt positive his feelings would be returned. “Never mind. It’s not that important. What do you say about dessert?”

He was leaning on the table on his elbows, close enough to reach out and touch over the tiny table, and so you did. You reach up and ran your fingers lightly over the edges of his feathers with a soft smile. “Of course Fumi. But how about we go to the cookie place by the park you always talk about. I know you like it and it’s a perfect night for a walk.” He swallows hard and nods “that’s a perfect idea” he says as he signals for the waiter to pay.

You hold his hand all the way to the cookie place, talking easily and joking around, but you keep hoping for the perfect moment to confess. You had a feeling that’s what he was going to do at the restaurant, it changed your heart and convinced you to take the leap, almost positive he felt the same.

You sit on a bench in the park, one with perfect view of the city skyline, eating your cookies and dark shadow is teasing you about the time you kept stealing Tokoyami’s poptarts from the dorm kitchen. Your cheeks are hot and you’ve turned yourself towards Tokoyami, your left hand on your cheek and your face hidden in his shoulder as you laughed together, your right hand rested on his kid thigh. It felt so easy. So absolutely right.

You drop your hand from your cheek and look up at Tokoyami with a soft smile, heart racing at the emotion you find in his eyes.

“I’m sorry for stealing your poptarts” you say and his throat catches again at the way your eyes seem to shine with love for him he almost feels it’s too much but he wants to dive deeper, to drown in the love he finds.

He chuckles and cups your cheek “I never cared. I had the hugest crush on you then”

Your heart skips and your cheek heats even more under his touch “and now?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper

“Now I’m so in love I don’t know if it’s even quantifiable” he says with a hint of exasperation as he leans down and presses his forehead to yours.

Your eyes flutter closed as your heart thrums against your ribs, his confession echoing in your head as fireworks explode in your heart. You press a kiss on his beak and your heart skips when you hear a gasp catch in his throat

“I’m in love with you too, Fumi” you say and he pulls you into a hug, nuzzling his beak into your neck, wanting to get close to you to show you how much he loves you the best he can since he can’t properly kiss you.

He nips softly at your neck skin and you giggle so sweetly he feels light headed. You pull back and kiss his cheek before looking into his eyes. He cups your cheek again “that’s what I wanted to say back at the restaurant”

You chuckle and smile, taking his hand you press gentle kisses against his palm, trailing a few down to his wrist before saying with a smirk “I know”

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Imagine Pedro being teased and questioned about how close he is with you, Gal’s adopted sister, and trying his best to hide the fact that you are actually dating.

“So, Gal, I am going to direct this question mostly at you but of course anyone can get to answer. I actually wanted to know your opinion about it.” Conan said, as Gal herself nodded her head with a smile.

“Oh, please, with pleasure.”

“There have been several photos, and I do not mean just from paps or professionals. Even you on your personal instagram posted a few. Which, to say the least, broke the internet as we all saw.”

“Yeah uh truth is my instagram wasn't working for several hours afterwards and I thought it was just me but then I kept asking others and got the same reply from everyone! Turns out, we caused a blackout of sorts.” Gal laughed, admitting to it before looking away in embarrassment while the rest of the cast nodded their heads as if almost giving her a a playful glare, even through the screen of the computer.

“And the reason behind that, who would have thought, a couple photos!” Jimmy nodded his head “Your sister, your adopted sister (Y/n), came to visit you on the set of Wonder Woman 1984. It was, for lack of better words, a historic moment not just for instagram who crashed because of the popularity of the photos but also for comic book fans worldwide. It was the closest we could get to a Marvel and DC crossover.”

“You say that because she was in her costume in some of them yeah?” Gal asked with a bright smile, always loving to talk about her little sister as Conan nodded his head “Yes, it was (Y/n)'s idea and everyone knows it, I can never say no to my little sister. Plus, she was right; we had so much fun fooling around in our costumes! I had more fun than I've ever had on a set of a movie before. And, yes, I almost always enjoy the movies I'm in, but this one- this one was truly something else! We- almost everyone, I think, played along as we acted as our characters and filmed some scenes just for laughs. I really really hope they make it into the bloopers somehow.”

“So you're planning on taking down youtube next, I see. I see.” the host nodded his head with playfully narrowed eyes, seeming all suspicious and making everyone laugh.

“No, no I swear! I don't want to!” she said in between laughter “We all had so much fun and an amazing time on set and in front of the cameras, playing superheroes that it would be incredible for the fans to see! It's- Really, it is kind of an unofficial crossover that should make it to the internet at least!”

“I'll have to-” Patty spoke up “I'll have to give it to Gal, she is right. (Y/n) had this amazing idea and creative at the same time because she had a small plot in her mind and lines and everything concerning the set. We all did a small setup and filmed it and, honestly, it came out to be real good!”

“Patty is no even exaggerating and Gal is certainly right. We had so much fun filming that small crossover, and (Y/n)'s ideas were brilliant! Fans will definitely love it!” Kristen said in addition.

“She truly is an incredibly talented, smart and creative person, besides an absolute darling. So kind to everyone and sweet, we all couldn't get enough of her. And-” Patty raised a finger “I will say it here once more because Gal has heard it before: the fastest we've filmed a scene in this movie. And it was all thanks to how professional she was, it was truly incredible!”

“Well, I can't ever deny it, my little sister is the biggest star there is! Oscars or other awards aside, she proves how great she is on every set on her own!”

“And you are definitely her biggest fan, as we all can clearly tell.” Conan pointed out with a small laugh “Speaking of, I think we do have someone who could only be described as your main rival on that sweet stop of being your sister's number one fan. Someone who hasn't been shy about expressing his admiration about (Y/n) but who has yet to utter a word.” Conan looked back up from his papers and said someone almost felt his heart jump in fear and nervousness, hoping that at least nobody noticed that he was indeed being silent for a reason “Pedro, you're being uncharacteristically quiet about this one, especially for something that caused Instagram to crash within thirty minutes of the photos being uploaded. I'm not- I'm not used to this from you. Come on, talk to me. Say what's on your mind.”

“This is oddly- I'm getting strange deja vu vibes here. Must be cause of that one time I visited a therapist. Long story short, it was only one session for me and about hm at least 25 for him. I heard he's still going to a therapist now.” he shrugged casually, earning laughter from everyone. He chuckled slightly himself, glancing over the screen of his computer while trying his best to keep anything from showing on his face even more so his smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean-” he cleared his throat “Ah man, what else can I say? The ladies have spoken, and they've said exactly what- I believe anyone that gets the opportunity to work with (Y/n) or watch her movies would agree she is one of a kind.” he shrugged softly with an adorable smile “Besides, it feels like anything I say is just going to be used against me, so I- I better keep on silently observing. That does seem like it's the safest option here.”

Pedro's laugh was more of a nervous if not awkward one, but he was pretty confident it was just no different to how he would usually laugh away questions he didn't want to answer in interviews. Most celebrities did the same, he wouldn't be the first nor the last, so he didn't expect Conan to insist any further. He didn't want to push his luck, he had been really successful (if not blessed after all these close calls) with all these online interviews to not have everything revealed by accident, so now especially with the current topic, he didn't feel like messing things up. He loved this privacy, he didn't want to lose it not yet, he wanted you and this all to himself for now. And he wanted the story of how you met, of how over that one month and a half on set he felt himself fall in love with you.

And yet... Yet, he was probably a weak man, a man who couldn't help but indulge even if he knew it could probably get him in trouble. You were worth it, though, you were worth all of it and as you were his weakest spot and so indulge he did. He slowly chewed on his lower lip and he so subtly looked over the screen of his computer.

His eyes fell on you, still splayed on his bed, book in one hand and steaming mug on the nightstand – your nightstand on your side of the bed, the thought of which made his heart flutter inside his chest – hair slightly messy, that oversized Mandalorian shirt on, which you'd gotten all excited amongst many many more fandom related toys a couple months ago and couldn't wait for him to see. A shirt which had, inevitably, ended up being taken off you barely ten minutes later starting from him stealing kisses and leading to the two of you making love till the very morning in between endless giggles. The pup you'd gotten – the both of you – not so long ago made a small noise drawing your attention for a short moment as you kept petting him, the both of you too tired to do anything else after an exhausting day of playing. Pedro couldn't complain, although he'd been a part of it he had mostly spent time filming everything even if you hadn't been the one to ask him to, he couldn't help it.

It was something that the both of you decided on and although you hadn't said it out loud, you both knew and at least Pedro hoped, that it was the next step, a very important one, in your relationship besides you moving in with him. To be responsible for another living being together was, if not a test, at least a way to see how well you could cooperate. And, if he could say so himself, you had been doing great so far.

“Good morning, darling. Here for morning kisses? Yes? Come up here.” your giggles were able to warm him more than the sunlight coming through the window “Ooooh someone really loves mommy, don't you?”

And then your words set his entire being alight. Or more specifically that one particular word.

“Well-” he stretched a bit, his arms finding your waist again to bring you closer and cuddle with you “Who doesn't love mommy in this house?” he couldn't help it as his smile turned into a lovestruck grin “Morning, mi amor.”

“Good morning, darling.” you pecked his lips “And don't worry, mommy loves daddy back, enough to make up for the rest of the world.”

As if reading his mind, you chose to look up from your book at him, smiling as you held his gaze for a good few seconds. So much love was evident, even in those few seconds, he could almost feel his own heart burst. Yet another reason for him to control his reactions from showing just how much on high on happiness and love he was. You shook your head, eyes wide as you heard Conan speak again, you playfully mouthed to him “Focus!”

As subtly as possible he tried to clear his throat and taking the mug of coffee that was beside his computer, he took a sip and decided to focus on it as much as he could. Until the subject changed, at least.

“...Wise man. I feel you, so don't worry I'll leave you to it.” if only he knew the big sigh of relief Pedro tried to hold back as Conan continued “It's the tactic I follow 99% of the time when I'm out with my wife, just smile and wave kind of thing. Alright-” he nodded his head in thought “Alright, well, let me ask you all something else. You keep saying in front of the cameras and talking about this small crossover, but I assume she must have been around for longer than that, yes?”

“Yes, yes she was there for at least a month, a month and a half I think. She was on vacation, after being done with filming, and she decided that before heading home that she'd come by and visit us. It was meant to be for a short period of time. She loved the place... the people, perhaps, how could I know for sure?” she shrugged not looking innocent in the least bit, earning a few laughs.

“Anyway-” she cleared her throat “And you see before she knew it, before we all did, one week turned into two turned into three and so on. It-” she chuckled “She was around on set and with us on all those beautiful locations we were in. And while we were all working and walking around with purpose and the need to finish this scene with so much pressure on- on our shoulders and she was just sitting around with a iced coffee or tea on her hand, sunglasses on and phone on the other hand looking she didn't have a single care in the world. It kind of made everyone a little bit jealous to be honest.”

“A little? Cause I sense that there's more than you're letting on, Gal. Come on, spill the tea.”

“Alright more than a little.” she laugh “I mean, it wasn't all the time, of course. Just the first couple days mostly but you can imagine how it was. It seemed like she did it on purpose sometimes.”

“Twistin' the knife even deeper, that's what she's best at. Oh I know!” Conan nodded his head “I'm actually afraid to invite her on the show because I fear how bad she'll roast me. Andy-” he laughed “Andy is the only one who has the most fun during those interviews.”

“I know right? Boy you tell me!” Gal exclaimed “That little shit. I adore her to no end but I really had the hardest of time when she was around. She just had to make comments on everything she could, especially when I was acting. I couldn't stop laughing sometimes, but nobody got mad at her. It was always my fault somehow!”

“I mean she's just so sweet, how could we be mad at her?” Patty added.

“She messed up so many of my scenes!” Gal pretended to be angry but her smile gave it away “But it's true, I couldn't even be mad at her. I don't get to see her that often, because of the work we both do, so I would give anything to have my sister with me like that every other chance I got. Even if I got all the blame for it, there's nothing I wouldn't do for her, you understand.”

“Aw that's- that's incredibly sweet, actually. It's- that's the exact opposite of me and my brother so no I can't really understand to be honest, but alright.” Conan laughed “Well, then, you really got your chance this time, right? You had the opportunity to spend all this time with her. When you were not working of course.”

“I...” Gal trailed off, her smile turning into a mischievous one but the rest of her expression trying to remain innocent, and failing at it because she truly wasn't even trying “Well, I would say yes. And I would agree with you. And I would even ramble about the wonderful two months I spent with my sister... If that had been the case. If I had really seen her for more than a week total, then yeah I would say that.”

“Wha- P-Pardon me?” Conan blinked in surprise “Didn't you j-just say your sister was with you on set for about two months? Or have I been in a parallel universe all this time and I just now came back to our reality?”

“Oh no it's very much our reality but I also did mean what I said. My sister was on set, and I did see her quiet often. But did I spend almost all of my free time with her? Did she spend hers with me? Nope. And that-” again with a far-from-innocent shrug “That is probably the only question I can answer. What she did? Did she have fun?... Who she was with? I wish I knew. What I know is I wasn't the one closest to her on set.”

“So you're telling me, (Y/n) was on set full of people she didn't really know, and you, her sister, barely spent any time with her? I'm gonna assume the rest of you didn't spend more time with her compared to Gal, right?” he asked and got nods from everyone, well, everyone who had their eyes on their screen and therefore looking at Conan, because there was still one that would avoid eye-contact even through the screen “Well, then, who was closest to her on set, if not you?”

“She, well-” Gal paused, smile all too sweet as she added “There could be someone...”

Said someone who couldn't even look up from his mug of coffee, as if it was the most interesting thing in the entire world, and didn't dare say a word for fearing of messing things up; even if his silence spoke volumes as it was. A silence which was... even more intense than before. Even more... real. Probably because it wasn't just in his head, probably because it wasn't just from his part.

Blinking several times, he slowly raised his head to look up from his mug and at the screen of his computer. Only to be met with the eyes of the rest of the group staring at... well, they were staring at the screen of their own computers but for some reason – a reason which he knew all too well – he felt like all eyes were suddenly on him. And they probably were. Because Gal was being nice about it but almost everyone had noticed how much time you had spent with Pedro during those almost two months. You had just met back then so they didn't imply anything back then but now... now they could just as well do so.

“I-” he laughed and he hated how nervous he sounded “Is it time to talk about my character?” he asked almost shyly, nearly praying on the inside that they would say yes and let him change the subject “Well, Max Lord is a guy who-”

“Are you trying to change the subject there, Pedro? One can wonder why.” Conan narrowed his eyes “Come on, don't be shy. Share your opinion here, or maybe your personal experience. Since I am assuming you do have one?”

“Yes, Pedro, why don't you share your opinion with us?” Gal raised an eyebrow, small smirk on her lips “You've been particularly interested in that drink the past couple minutes apparently.”

“I-” Pedro paused, before shaking his head with a laugh “This is going to be a long interview. I can tell.”

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