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welcometothedopeworld · 5 months

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I "Hate" Fashion ~ *Anne Faulkner*

Summary: You're way behind in your fashion design work and Anne wants to help. However, they help you in a much bigger way than you anticipated...

Pairing: Anne Faulkner er X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 849

Warning: Anne uses they/them pronouns

Masterlist

“This is dumb.”

“It’s ironic, that’s what it is.” Anne chuckled, as they looked over your shoulder at the work you spread out on the table. “Either way, I think it still looks cute.”

You groan, burying your face in your hands, trying not to look at the simple graphic tee-shirt with the words "I "Hate" Fashion" printed on it.

“At least you’re having fun with my misery.”

“Hey, I’m just trying to make light of a tough situation.” They shot back. “It’s not my fault your boss gave you such a tough deadline.”

“And if I don’t meet it, I’ll be sacked.” You shudder at the thought before looking over all of your designs and fabric swatches. “Hand me those scissors. I need to finish all of these designs before tomorrow.”

They grabbed them but paused before handing them over. “You’re not going to cut up that shirt, right? Because I think it’s hilarious.”

You roll your eyes. “It was a hate project I threw together because of this ridiculous deadline.”

“Still. I like it.”

“Fine! I won’t cut it up!” You huff before leaning back in your seat and rubbing your eyes. “Now will you hand me the scissors already?”

Finally you had the scissors in your hand and you began cutting out patterns. This was not how you wanted to spend your night with Anne and the rest of BAE. But your boss had moved design critiques up to tomorrow. Since you didn’t have all of your designs done, you were scrambling to finish in time. Anne assured you it was totally okay to be working while you were supposed to be hanging out, but you still felt bad.

The worst part was how boring this round of designs was. You went into fashion to be creative and have fun. It didn’t help that your boss took everything seriously and you never seemed to make anything he liked. That’s why you made the “I "Hate" Fashion” shirt. It was fun, unique, and cute! But you didn't think your boss would like it…

Then again... when did you start caring what your boss thought?

You perked up at the thought before dropping the scissors and picking up your pencil instead. Inspiration struck and now you needed to get everything on paper before translating it onto fabric.

Anne noticed your furious sketching and chuckled. "What are you doing? You have a deadline coming up. You shouldn't be screwing around."

“Now is exactly the time to be screwing around!” You informed them.

They tried to look over your shoulder but you denied them a peak until you were finished with five new designs. When you presented the sketches to them, they lit up. "Now this! This is fashion! You have to make these!"

You twirled the scissors around on one finger, causing them to duck for cover. “What do you think I'm doing?”

“I think you need to stop playing with scissors.”

You gave a small, fake pout before setting them down. “Alright. Now, hand me that bolt of satin over there.”

When they handed it over, you unwound it and draped it over your body. “How do I look?”

“Like a crazy person.”

You giggled. “I know! Now you try!”

They laughed and took a half-finished skirt to slip over their head so it rested on their shoulders. They laughed harder as they twirled around the kitchen. “Now this is what I call high fashion.”

"Exactly! Turn on some music and help me get these designs done!" You exclaimed before cutting into the satin still draped over your body.

While the two of you worked on your new designs, Anne played dress up with your half-finished projects with you. You also took plenty of candid shots of the two of you having fun dancing and wearing different fabrics in different styles. Allen and Hajun thought the two of you were crazy, but neither of you cared. Instead, you fell back in love with your passion for fashion. This is why you wanted to be a designer in the first place. You never felt happier than in this moment.

The two of you crashed three hours later, laying in a pile of fabrics and patterns on the floor of the kitchen. You weren’t sure if it was all the caffeine or the fact you were so sleep-deprived, but you couldn’t remember the last time you had this much fun.

"You know," They whispered in the silence of the early morning. "I think this is your best collection yet."

"It's only five pieces. It's not a collection."

They giggled. "No, but it could be. All you have to do is design more."

"I can do that." You shrug.

"I know you can." They assured you as they turned to smile at you. "Because you've got that look in your eye that you had when you first started this career path. I'm glad you got it back."

Smiling back at them, you take their hand in yours. "And it's all thanks to you, Anne."

"I'm glad I could be your inspiration."

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kanatamour · 4 months

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A MILLION MILES AWAY.

“My soul is always with you.”

ft. Sugasano Allen, Hajun Yeon, Anne Faulkner, Yatonokami Kanata, Yatonokami Nayuta x fem! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, comfort.

Hey, nonnie ! You requested on my previous blog and I’m very sorry this took me forever, I still hope you can enjoy it, hun <3

ଓ SUGASANO ALLEN

— To ever enthusiastic Allen, the fact you have hearing hypersensitivity is so cool.

— To him, it’s almost like a superpower, how you can catch up on the faintest of sounds, even discerning their subtlety in all kinds of songs.

— So, it is not uncommon for him to ask you for advice when he’s composing BAE’s melodies.

— The way you can discern every variation in the symphony and how you always know what’s the best combination for it with the lyrics, never fails to leave your boyfriend speechless.

— In these instances, maroon eyes stare at you, lovestruck, the hue on his cheeks not so different as he gets a little lost in you as you compose.

— However, all gifts came at a price.

— Because your sensitivity to sound happened to be a double edged sword.

— You just couldn’t attend lives.

— You had tried. More than once. And it ended terribly every single one of them.

— The sounds were too loud, and the bright lights didn’t help either with the overstimulation the loud music already caused you.

— No matter how hard you tried to calm down, your breathing became shallow, ragged, as if your lungs were closing in.

— And you hate it. You hate you can’t be there to see your partner on stage from the first row, after how passionate he is with hip-hop, and after all he’s gone through to pursue it.

— But Allen does not only love hip-hop.

— He loves you, above all else.

— And he understands what it’s like to feel like you can’t endure it anymore, like you’re going to suffocate and like everything’s too much.

— His trap reactions are quite bad, after all.

— And he doesn’t want the one he loves so deeply to have to experience something similar to it.

— So he understands and he would never hold it against you.

— Now you wait for him, the covers of his bed snug around you, as you hold your phone screen before you.

— Earphones on, you watch intently, as BAE steps on stage.

— A phoenix flies over the audience, and a wide smile spreads on your face.

— This is the song you composed together, and you know, with it, your lover will shine as bright as his illusion does.

ଓ HAJUN YEON

— You didn’t want him to find out.

— Hajun is perfect, and you’re honored as it is that he wanted you as his girlfriend.

— For you to be this sensitive to sound… You know you’d end up making trouble for him if you went to one of his lives.

— So at first you make excuses.

— You tell him you have appointments or work on the days and time BAE have their lives.

— You feel bad for lying to him like this, but you just don’t know how to tell him.

— What if he thinks you’re stupid? What if he gets tired of you? What if he leaves you and hates you?

— These are the thoughts racing through your muddled mind as you stare at your laptop’s screen, waiting for the site where you watch all of Hajun’s stage concerts to load.

— It is strange, it’s not working… Perhaps the connexion’s just bad?

— While you’re immersed in your own tribulations, you suddenly hear the front door opening, making you jump and stand up straight.

— “Well, well, well, what is my princess doing here? Didn't she have work today?”

— “H-hajun… Didn’t you have a performance now?” You manage, averting your eyes from his vermillion ones. In the mischief shining through his sharp eyes, you know you’ve been set up.

— “I… I’m… I’m sorry…” You finally mumble, head lowered.

— A slender finger hooks under your chin.

— “Don’t look away from me, sweetheart.” He whispers, in the dimly lit space between. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

— And in that moment, you see your own fear reflected in his eyes.

— The fear of abandonment, of being left behind, not loved or needed anymore.

— “I’m very sensitive to sounds, especially loud ones. So coming to see you live is impossible for me. I was scared. I didn’t know how to tell you.” Your voice breaks a little, your vision becoming blurry with tears.

— “I was afraid you wouldn’t want to be with someone as weak as me, so I-“

— Your words are cut off the moment your boyfriend’s arms wrap around you.

— “Don’t. Don’t say it. Because that will never happen. You’re not weak, dear. And I’d never ever think of not being with you.” Hajun’s own voice falters, his hold on you tightening. “I knew there was something going on. I’m sorry for not asking sooner.”

— After that, you never need to come up with more alibis to justify your absence.

— Your lover gets you the best (and most expensive too, probably) iPad and headset ever, so you can comfortably follow BAE’s lives from home.

— And of course, when he gets back home, he gives you plenty of affection (and teasing too). But that is a story just you and him are privy to, and is reserved for another day.

ଓ ANNE FAULKNER

— Anne is quite emotionally perceptive, so they pick up on the fact that something about physically going to live shows affects you.

— You hadn’t planned on letting them know so soon, but honestly, who can resist Anne’s comforting and kind aura?

— So you explain, how the loud music of the stage feels a hundredfold louder inside your head, to the point where it even… scares you.

— That being the same reason you don’t usually show up at CANDY Club either.

— Your partner understands, hazel eyes taking you in with tenderness.

— They sit next to you on the living room’s couch, arms wrapped around you. The scent of your lover’s perfume was too strong to some, but to you, it’s the known comfort of a hypnotizing field of poppies.

— “[Y/n]”. Anne calls. “What’s worrying you, hun?” Their hands trace soothing patterns along your back, the motions easing the heaviness of your heart, if only a little.

— You let out a sigh, shoulders sagging as you exhale some pressure out of you.

— “I feel bad, Anne… Because, well, you’re such a good partner, but I can never come to your lives or to the club you work at.”

— Their loving gaze is trained on you, head slightly tilted to the side. An invitation to go on. The promise to be by your side, no matter what.

— “My hearing… well, it’s above the usual, so i’m extremely sensitive to sound. For me to be in a space with loud music… It’s practically impossible. That is why I can never be at concerts to cheer you on. But I promise, I follow every single one of them from home, and you’re always stunning when you’re up there, Anne.”

— They smile, knowingly.

— “Why didn’t you say so sooner, baby?” BAE’s fashion icon asks, leaving an outline of vibrant lipstick when they kiss your cheek.

— “Please, never feel guilty or bad because of this. I love you more than anything, and that will never change.” They finish, eyes framed in fuchsia earnest when they meet yours.

— “But aaghh! I missed so many chances to do your makeup and hair! You’re following the lives anyway, no matter if it’s from home, so that calls for a cute outfit and eyeliner to match!

— Airy laughter fills the room. With Anne, there was no way negative emotions could ever get to you.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

— At first, he’s hurt.

— Why is it that you never come to see him and his brother perform?

— Are you just another rich brat? Are you looking down on them? Do you not support the one thing that sheds a little light in his life?

— And you are hurt too.

— Because you’d want nothing more than to be there, cheering him on, your smile, the first thing he sees when he looks at the audience.

— And then he realizes. It’s not that you don’t want. Rather, that you can’t.

— It only takes a thunderstorm for him to notice.

— You had always been skittish when you spent nights at his apartment and a train passed by, the tracks shaking and rattling.

— But this… You are trembling.

— “Hey, it’s just a storm, we’ll be safe in here.” Kanata tries, watching you bundled beneath the blanket you two shared when you slept with him.

— Your hold on the cloth tightens.

— “I-it’s not that, Kanata… I-it’s so loud, too loud… My head feels like it’ll split…”

— Oh.

— So it’s loud sounds you can’t handle.

— Thinking back on it, it is true you always turned the volume down when you two shared earphones, or asked him to do the same thing every time he showed you a new song.

— So that is why…

— Kanata’s arms wrap around you, pulling you up in a sitting position, nuzzled against his chest.

— The softness and warmth of both the blanket and his embrace engulf you. Like this, the storm feels a little more faraway.

— “I’ll protect you, [Y/n]. This is why you could never make it to our stage performances, isn’t it?” Your boyfriend inquires, his tone soft, uncharacteristically so, barely above a whisper.

— You nod, covering your ears as another thunderbolt besieges the slums.

— “Shhh, it’s all good, I’m here, [Y/n]. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

— “Kanata…” You utter, tone shaky.

— His eyes widen the moment he sees a sheen of starlit tears on your lashline.

— “Oi, what’s wrong??” Your lover asks, clenching his jaw.

— “I’m sorry… You and Nayuta work so hard and I can never see you live… I always, always watch from home, but I’m sorry I’ve hurt you because I can’t really be there…”

— “Silly.” Kanata cuts you off, with a smile that’s a bit sad, but still ethereal. “You don’t have to apologize. I want you to be safe, even if that means you can’t come to stage battles because it’s too noisy in there.”

— He holds you a little tighter, slipping over your ears the headphones he uses when he’s writing songs.

— The storm quiets down, and his arms keep you safe.

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

— He thinks it’s cool you have that hearing hypersensitivity.

— For two main reasons: you always seem to pick up on steps approaching whenever bad guys are around; and because, similarly to Allen, he finds it so amazing how you can discern so many different notes in music.

— Also, because whenever you two spend time on the rooftop, Nayuta loves the way you seem to hear the wind, how you say it carries songs, different feelings relied depending on the color of the sky he always loved to look at.

— Even so, he’s not as fond of the sad smile you offer him every time he has a stage battle.

— Because you both know, it’s impossible for you to be able to go.

— But to Nayuta, the effort you make to support Cozmez even when you can’t be present speaks volumes.

— You’ve invested in a phone good enough to be able to reproduce audio and video in high quality, so that, no matter when or where, you can watch and support them from afar.

— Nayuta is very passionate about music, so don’t be surprised if he asks you to be the first one to listen to his and his brother’s music and ask you for your honest opinion.

— Your boyfriend is quite calm and detached, that quality being a point in your favor.

— You smile to yourself, he reminds you a little of a cat sometimes; he takes naps in unlikely places, likes to hang around the quiet of a building that feels closer to the sky than to the grey dull concrete, and has fluffy hair.

— You love running your hands through it when the sounds of daily life overwhelm you, it calms you down.

— In the same way, when the intense cacophony of sounds seems to be at war in your mind, Nayuta’s heartbeat manages to relax you every single time.

— The sky overhead is filled with stars that remind you of the color of his eyes.

— There is no moon on the indigo expanse above, and yet, that’s alright.

— You don’t need it, not when your brightest star holds you so gently.

— Your real star, this time. Every beat of his heart, a reassurance of it.

— The sofa placed on the high building’s rooftop is dusty, but neither of you care.

— You are together in this moment, a sea of constellations singing their silent love song for you.

— The world is at peace, the quiet only wrinkled by your call of his name.

— “Nayuta?” You utter, eyes fluttering open, just him and the stars mirrored in them.

— “Hm?”

— “Thank you.” You smile, one of your hands fleetingly caressing his cheek.

— His answer comes in the form of a smile, the sliver of moon missing from the sky above.

— The world is quiet and you are with him.

— In the starlight, the silence of the hour dances with his heart.

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milk-colored-dream · 4 years

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and then they were like, “Finally!”

word count: 1,490 words character: sugasano allen, with yeon hajun and anne faulkner as the bros note: I love me some shoujo plot <3

“Ah,”

Not one more word could Allen utter before he fell down on the cold floor of his room. The last thing on his mind was her worried, upset voice, before everything goes dark.

“You’ll seriously collapse if you keep overworking yourself like this, Allen!”

“...Charity live?”

Anne blinked a few times as he put his bubble tea down on the table. Beside him was Hajun, wearing his usual smile, and in front of him Allen, who seemed a little bit awkward. It was clear to both Hajun and Anne that something was up, so they patiently waited for him to explain.

“Yeah,” Allen replied, eyes on his udon, “It’s to raise funds for the orphanages around here.”

He paused for a short moment, and moved his eyes slowly to look at Anne, then Hajun, then lastly the both of them.

“...Could we perform there as BAE?” Allen finally said.

“Why so suddenly?” Anne asked, but before Allen could say anything, he continued: “Ah, wait, let me guess!”

Anne put his hand on his chin in a thinking pose, and after closing his eyes for a second, he said, “Oh! It must be her~!”

Allen’s eyes widened as his cheeks turned a shade redder, “That’s—”

“I know Allen’s a simpleton, but for it to be this much...” Hajun trailed off, as he shook his head lightly.

“Look—”

“Don’t be shy~” Anne teased, “We all know how much you adore her!”

Not given any chance to reason, Allen decided to glare at his two teammates who were seemingly having the time of their lives. Seriously, whenever it comes to her, they’d never let him off the hook—Allen sullenly thought. Even so, the atmosphere surrounding them were warm, and he knew best that they were (and will always be) his number one supporters.

“So?” Hajun asked, after they’re done poking fun at Allen, “What’s the situation?”

Allen took a sip of his cola before continuing, “She’s part of the committee,” he explained, “Seems like they’re having a hard time finding people to perform.”

“Even though it’s a charity live?” Anne asked, a bit dumbfounded, “Don’t they already have like, a list of people they’re planning to invite?”

Allen nodded, “I heard more than half of them refused ‘cause of prior plans.”

“And now they’re looking for people to fill in,” Hajun remarked.

“Yeah,” Allen affirmed, “...It doesn’t have to be a phantom live.”

Anne and Hajun exchanged glaces.

“But I know you guys won’t be satisfied with just a plain old live, so I’m composing a new song. We could work with the stage production, the lights and stuff...” Allen trailed off, his eyes glistening with hope and expectations for his teammates.

“Pfft!”

Anne and Hajun burst into a laugh at the same time, and Allen couldn’t help but to tilt his head to the side in confusion.

“Wh-what’s with you guys?”

“Stop being so timid! It’s not like you,” Anne said, in between laughs, “If it’s something you want to do, then why not?”

“Even though it’s quite entertaining to see the simpleton so clinging oh-so-desperately—Anne’s right, it doesn’t fit you,” Hajun chimed in.

“We’ll do it,” Anne finally said, as Hajun nodded in agreement.

“Re-really!?” Allen leaned forward in excitement, “Thanks, you guys...!”

Anne and Hajun once again exchanged glaces, and then burst into another laugh.

“...”

Allen opened his eyes slowly as he felt something cold on his forehead. His head still felt heavy and he couldn’t completely focus, but he could still feel someone’s presence beside him.

“Allen?”

The familiar, worried voice prompted Allen to glance to the side. And when he saw who was there—her—his eyes widened and he immediately tried to get up, only to feel a sharp pain on his head. He pressed his hand on his forehead, trying to curb the pain.

“You—ouch...!”

“Allen, you should still be laying down!”

She hurriedly stood up and pushed his shoulders softly, getting him back to bed. When she did so, Allen could smell nice, soft floral fragrance engulfing him, giving him some comfort despite the throbbing pain.

Allen couldn’t help but to call her name, softly.

“Yes, it’s me,” she replied, “Are you feeling better?”

“...Yeah,” Allen replied curtly as he turned his eyes away from her worried face.

Ah, she’s making that face again... all because of me, he thought, as he felt a prick on his heart.

“I thought I told you to not overwork yourself,” She said, “And—oh, I’ll change your compress,”

She carefully took the now-lukewarm compress on his forehead and changed it into a new, cold one. It felt really good on his hot skin.

“...Why are you here?” Allen finally asked.

“Anne called me,” She replied curtly, “I thought my heart was going to stop when I heard you collapsed...”

Even though they’re used to it... Anne and Hajun’s being really considerate, huh.

He nonchalantly thought, as if it had nothing to do with him.

“...You were composing a song for the charity live, weren’t you?”

Allen’s eyes widened as he turned his head towards her, “How'd you—?”

“Anne told me,” she replied as she smiled softly, “Thank you...”

“...It was supposed to be a secret...” Allen muttered, not knowing how to respond to her sudden words of gratitude. Frankly, he couldn’t understand what warranted her ‘thank you.’ He was simply doing what he likes—and if it could help the person he cherishes, then all the more power to him.

“I’m grateful, but...” She reached for his hand and wrapped it in hers, her expression now stern yet strangely melancholic at the same time, “I don’t want you to push yourself too much... even more so if it’s for my sake...”

She paused for a while, and her cheeks reddened—it seems only after she said it did she realize how embarrassing her words were—and then she spluttered, “I-I mean I heard from Hajun that sometimes you just collapse after being in your composing ‘zone’, but I...”

She trailed off, and with an even deeper shade of red staining her cheeks, she said, in an almost inaudible voice: “I don’t want you to see you... in pain like this...”

Allen’s eyes widened, but before he could say anything, she pulled back her hand, “I-I made you some porridge!!” She said, as she took the bowl of warm porridge from the tray on the bedside table, “I’m not as good as Hajun, but I think it turned out pretty well...”

Looking at her, still blushing uncontrollably as she murmured, ‘I wonder if it’s too hot...’, Allen couldn’t help but to smile. His head felt light, but so does his heart - for some reason, happiness filled him to the brim, and peacefulness settled in.

And perhaps, because of the comfortable, warm, and fluffy atmosphere, Allen let his guard down and without even realizing, he had said those words - the words he’d kept in all this time, the swelling feelings he’d kept bottled up as to not break the comfortable relationship he managed to build with her, with the help of his teammates.

“Aah, as I thought,” Allen whispered, “I like you, a lot.”

“...”

“...?”

It took a few seconds before realization settled in to the both of them and she let out a high-pitched, “Eh!?”, face deep crimson and eyes wide.

“...!!!!”

Allen let out a gasp.

Time until their relationship change forever: less than a minute.

#paradox live #sugasano allen #yeon hajun #anne faulkner #fanfiction #reader-insert

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