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ficsnroses · 4 years

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Pregnancy Headcanons - John Wick x Reader

❧ may be read as a follow up to these.

warnings : pregnancy. smut. morning sickness mention. mega fluff.

words : 2.3k. requested by a lovely anon!

notes : remember ages ago when I said I’d whip these up? I did em! I couldn’t fit all my ideas. lemme know if you’d like to see another one of these with a similar concept. feedback appreciated as always!

I love headcanons. so easy. so carefree. so much to say. don’t forget that you can request headcanons, too! not just full fics or drabbles.

A few weeks ago, John and you found out you were pregnant. Initially, it’s been slightly frightening to know that in a mere nine months or so, John and you will have a baby, a little human, who’s entire world you two will be, and they will be yours in return.

You’re more frightened, being the one carrying your child. You have your fears of not being good enough, or not knowing how to be the utmost perfect mother you can be to your baby.

John, however, is ecstatic. He’s frightened as well; he’s never done this before. Yet, he keeps it under wraps for you. For you, John always puts on a brave face and holds your hand each step of the way.

He goes out of his way to make sure you’re comfortable and well taken care of. So far, your belly isn’t even showing; but there is life inside. John has always treated you as a queen, but it has intensified tenfold after he got you pregnant.

Not a dish in the house is allowed to be washed by you, not a cloth may be touched. John wants to you relax and take it easy, focus on yourself. He truly believes that as long as you’re happy and healthy, the baby will be too.

John has always been an absolute sweetheart; nonetheless, since you’ve gotten pregnant, he’s only gotten lovelier. Many times, you fear you’re dreaming, and may wake up soon. John Wick is quite literally;

too good to be true.

Each morning, he’ll nuzzle into your chest, smiling a goofy grin.

“Morning, beautiful.” He whispers into your hair, peppering soft kisses to your temples and forehead. “And to you too, peanut.” He smiles, heavy hand rested to your growing tummy. John never misses an opportunity to tell you how much he loves you, and your baby. Despite them not even being here yet. He knows that this pregnancy will take a toll on you; he’d wish for more than anything that he could carry the pain instead of you, which is why he showers you with love. He’d never want you to forget how important you are; how much you mean. You’re his entire world and this means more to him than you can imagine.

Morning sickness has been tough. Often, you’ll wake up feeling nauseous, however, you feel secure knowing you have a team player on your side. Occasionally, in the middle of the night when you’re up at 3:00am feeling awful, John helps you out of bed, holding your hair up for you and rubbing small, soothing circles to your back in the washroom.

“I’m going to make you ginger tea, alright babe?” He quietly speaks, leaving a speckled kiss to your shoulder as you freshen up. You feel awful keeping him up this late, John always needs rest due to his gruesome job.

Foot rubs and massages get a lot more common as your tummy grows. John doesn’t mind, he enjoys the intimacy and being close to you.

Speaking of intimacy…

You continue having sex for as long as you can, because you both know that down the road, as your hormones continue to fluctuate and your belly grows, it may not be something you’ll be able to do often.

John and you do, and always have had sex often for as long as you’ve been together. It helps John ease down, calm his nerves and relieve tension. You don’t mind making love to him either, of course. You feel lucky to feel him so close, and to be the only women who feels him that way.

“Close your eyes, Squish,” John whispers a chuckle, a delicate kiss placed to your bare belly, just where your baby rests. His heavier hands gently peel off the fabric of your bottoms, full lips trailing lower, soft kisses pecked to your inner thighs as he nears your heat. “Daddy’s about to do some real nasty things to mommy.”

You’re not sure if its just your hormones, or delicate emotions as of late. Nonetheless, having sex with John has felt…closer since you got pregnant. It truly feels like you’re making the sweetest of love each and every time. He kisses you so sweet, works you so slow, so intimately, so tenderly, it brings tears to your eyes.

Having him inside feels unreal, divine. He only picks up pace nearing climax, his expertise, skill and unmatchable affection never failing to spill you over the edge so well.

As your belly grows bigger and bigger a few months in, going places, and moving is becoming increasingly tough. Grocery trips have become progressively more tiresome; car rides gradually more uncomfortable. John tries his hardest to help, and understands if you snap at him a little too quick or accidentally pick a fight over something minor.

“Can you turn the music down? Please?” You interrupt a serene drive home from the market, voice coaxed with irritation, laced aggravation tinted across all tones. John’s hand rests to your thigh as he drives, his other placed to the thin steering wheel. You’d been complaining about discomfort the entire morning; he felt awful knowing you were in any sort of pain.

“Sorry.” He sighs, hand shifting from your thigh to crank the stereo of his beloved Mustang 69’ down. Passing traffic winds roar outside, the New York buildings passing in towering lengths. John’s palm immedietly rests back to your thigh; smooth, gentle strokes ran across the fabric clad to your lap. His eyes stay focused to the road, yet his hand stays touching you, letting you know he’s there.

That he’ll always be there, no matter how frustrated you get, how intolerable your nagging becomes.

He loves you, and he loves his baby. He’s waited far too long to have this; normalcy, something his, something his own; something created out of love, familiarity. Something he’d lacked for far too long.

“Ugh.” You exhale, after a moment of stretched silence, hand coming up to rub your weary eyes. “I’m being awful, aren’t I?” You whisper, saddened eyes locking to your husband’s street bound orbs. He turns momentarily to lock eyes, a gentle smile your way.

“No, sweetheart.” He assures, grip on your thigh tightening. You groan, rebutting. “No, John. I am. I’m sorry.” You sigh, reaching both your hands down to your lap to engulf his, holding his hand in a soft grip. You rub the top of his palm, relaxing, playing with his sturdier fingers. “I love you. I really do.” Sincerely, your eyes stay focused to his well defined features, the dark beard that rides his cheek.

And to the sound of your guilty voice, John chuckles, securing your hand in his, before brining it up to his lips for a soft kiss.

“I know.”

John has come to all your ultrasound appointments; he wouldn’t miss them for the world. He holds your hand the entire time, signature goofy smile daubed to his smoky features.

The first ultrasound was incredibly emotional, you shed a couple of tears. John and you stare at the screen, a pea sized dot resting in the darkened frame. John’s hand holds yours so tight, so warm, you’d felt as if you could feel him within you. Like he was this significant, big part of you that you would cherish forever. Seeing him smile that day will be a sight you’ll never forget; a mural you’ll never surrender.

Through out your time together, over the timeline of your love, you’ve only seen John this way a handful of times. This happiness was different; held something sole, matchless. This was pure happiness, where nothing else tinted the depths of his thoughts. No insecurities, no doubts, no ghosts of his past. Apart from the day you said yes to marrying him, and the day of your wedding, you don’t remember John ever being this unconditionally, purely, happy.

You both sit on the couch later that night, John’s arms holding you close as your head lays to his broad chest, staring, smiling at the picture of your dream; the one that would conquer your entire hearts when they’d come.

John keeps a copy of the ultrasound picture in his wallet. He takes a moment to look at it, to remember what he has any time he needs a pick me up throughout the day.

John takes amazing care of you, your needs always before his. He monitors your eating and drinking, to make sure you and the baby are healthy. He gives you your supplements; you often forget the times throughout the day you need to take them.

Speaking of food…

Midnight cravings have become a usual for you. Normally, you suffice for waddling down to the kitchen, sure not to disturb your snoozing husband.

Gently removing his arm from your waist, you always smile a gentle, loving glaze his way. John sleeping is a sight you’ve come to adore over the years.

John at peace; is a sight you’ve come to adore. He deserves rest, he deserves peace.

Although, its tough not to wake John. More often than not, he’ll find you in the kitchen in the AM dark, smiling a cheeky grin as you devour left over dinner, or a questionable choice of midnight snack.

He’ll come up behind you, wrapping his arms snoozily around your mid, hands placed to your tummy. With a gentle kiss to the back of your head and his warm chest pressed to your back, his sleep thick, honey seared voice rasps a tender baritone in your neck.

“Hungry?” He’ll chuckle, quiet and warm. You only nod, lacing your hand to his that rests on your belly.

Of course, there have been rare nights where you crave something that isn’t in the fridge. John never turns you down, however. No matter how tired, how sleepy he is, he ventures to your local 24-hour market, or gas station in search of whatever you’d yearned.

“Should I come with you?” You bite your lip, pulling the comforter of your shared bed higher up your chest as you sit up. “I’m sorry I’m making you go out.” You frown, insecure. “But I just can’t stop thinking about how I just need a candy bar right now.”

John’s brown leather jacket shrugs onto his shoulders, and his lips smile your way, picking his wallet up off the night stand.

“Get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll be quick.” He whispers, a kiss to your forehead before he’s out the door, blinking away sleep dense orbs.

For you, he’d wake a thousand nights. A million slumbers may waste away.

Slowly, you build the nursery for your baby. John works away, painting once crisp white walls into something more pastel, something that would welcome your child with joyful colour.

John has definitely become more talkative over the pregnancy.

He never misses out on a chance to kiss your belly, or talk to them.

“I’ll be back soon.” He announces, car keys armed in his sturdy fingers. With a kiss to your lips, he smiles. “I love you, don’t forget it.”

“Hurry back please.” You frown, a light whine coated to your tone. John only nods, slightly dropping to his knee in front of you, a quick, brief kiss placed to your tummy. “Keep mommy company, squish.” He tells your belly, a quiet, barely audible ‘daddy loves you’ Fled into the air, before he’s up, his hold on your hand let go as you walk him to the door, wishing him a wonderful day with a final kiss to his cheek.

You shop for cribs, toys, decorations all together. John looks incredibly handsome building the crib, painting the walls, asking exactly where you wanted everything to be placed. You watch him from your rocking chair in the corner, a hand to your belly as you talk to John the entire time, about anything, and everything.

John is a wonderful listener. Together, you two often talk about your future. A future where you’ll move away somewhere out of town,

Somewhere closer to the water, down the road. Somewhere where John’s ghastly pasts wont haunt him no more; somewhere you’ll grow old together with a white picket fence, and a story.

Your story, that you’ll tell you grandkids someday, when you’re old and gray, slightly slower; but still, hopelessly in love.

John adores talking to the baby. On secluded, rainy evenings, or when the sun sets out the mauve horizon and the trees bid goodnight to cotton clouds, John and you lounge on the couch, a thick, heavy novel equipped in John’s palm as he reads to you, and your tummy.

With his head resting on your lap, you stroke his lengthy coffee mane, fully engaged, lost in his mélange voice; smoky and rich, beautifully saccharine. Your thumbs coax his tired temples; gently scratching his stubble ridden cheek when you please. Every now and then, John’s glowing eyes peer up, glossing over your features.

He looks lovely like this, at ease, immersed in art.

To you, he is the loveliest of art. He’s a story, he’s a piece of Neverland. He’s your love story, and it’s one,

for the ages;

your love is one for the ages.

Sometimes, he’ll fall asleep this way, head resting in your lap as you stroke his hair. Him and the baby rest together, so close to you.

This was what it meant to have true, wholesome, pure, purpose. To have security, to have something truly, only, yours.

They were yours.

Pregnancy would be tough. It would be a journey, things would change, you would change. But you weren’t scared, for a single moment.

Because you knew, that you had your dream, your mountain of a man beside you, holding your hand,

Each step,

Of the way.

And you knew, you knew well. That the day your baby comes, they will have the most amazing, wonderful father who loves them, and their mommy to the ends of the world, and back.

You’d felt love before, you’d had everything before.

But with this, with what you’ve made, with John; it falls incomparable.

He’s the love that made all the others,

Irrelevant.

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neurodivergent-loverboy · 3 years

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OC-tober Day 1: Journey

Thanks so much to @oc-growth-and-development for the awesome prompt list! This one... kind of got away from me lol

In Scout's opinion, it was too fucking early. Too early to be steered through JFK by Officer Harding, too early to be patted down for a third time, too early to endure the withering stares of parents when he dared to smile at their kids. He kept quiet, counting down the minutes until he could go back to sleep.

Lucky for him, being a juvenile offender meant that he got to board the plane before everybody else. He had just gotten settled in his seat when Harding pulled out a pair of handcuffs. As he fastened one cuff to the seat, Scout broke his drowsy silence.

"You gotta be kiddin' me."

"Rules are rules," Harding said, putting the other cuff on Scout's wrist. "And you're a runner."

"The hell am I gonna run to? The fuckin' clouds?" Harding didn't dignify that with an answer. Scout slumped in his seat as well as he could with the stupid handcuff on. "This is bullshit. Got me chained to my seat like some kinda -"

"Criminal?" Harding filled in, raising his eyebrows.

He rolled his eyes and turned towards the window. Fat chance he had of getting any sleep now.

Scout shouldn't have underestimated his ability to sleep almost anywhere. He fell asleep shortly after takeoff and must have been out for at least a couple hours, because as he blinked awake he realized with a jolt that his thumb was in his mouth. He pulled it out lightning-quick and glanced sideways to see if Harding had seen.

The probation officer was looking at a book without moving his eyes, which told Scout that he had definitely been watching up until a moment ago. Scout's face burned as he subtly wiped his thumb on his jacket.

He cleared his throat, and Harding pretended to notice him. "This plane got a bathroom?"

Of course, he wasn't allowed to go by himself. In fact, when he tried to shut the door, Harding stopped it with a hand.

Scout stared in disbelief. "Hey, do you mind?"

Harding didn't remove his hand. "I'll close it most of the way, but you're not locking it."

Scout let out an annoyed huff. "Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna get into so much trouble in a two-by-three john," he grumbled.

As soon as he was back in his seat, it was back on with the handcuff. Harding tightened it until it bit into Scout's skin, and then stopped a passing flight attendant.

"Could you sit with him while I step away for a minute?" he asked her, in a low tone that Scout still overheard. "He's not dangerous, he just needs supervision. Just for a minute."

The flight attendant blinked in surprise. She was young, and kind of pretty - at least compared to the lady who'd been by at the beginning of the flight. "Oh! Um..." She shot a wary glance in Scout's direction, but nonetheless answered, "Of course, sir."

Scout waited until Harding was out of sight before he said, "Y'know, he's lyin'. Accordin' to the state of New York I'm a violent offender."

She didn't look too pleased about that, although it didn't seem to have the shock value Scout had been hoping for. "Is that so?"

"Uh-huh. Busted into a store, had a knife.'' When he still didn't get a reaction, he dropped the tough-guy act and admitted, "I wasn't gonna do nothin' with it, I just had it. When you're a kid on the street you gotta have somethin' to deal with creeps."

Her expression softened at those words. "Oh. And why were you... busting into a store?"

"For food. Gotta eat, y'know? Just enough for 'til some cash turned up." Her face shifted from sympathetic to downright pitying. Ugh. Scout quickly switched tracks.

"Anyway, that guy with me, Harding? He's a real piece of work. Acts like I'm gonna weasel out the window when he ain't lookin'!" That got a smile, and Scout grinned in return. "Yeah, just a real hardass. Wouldn't even lemme ask for more pretzels," he invented.

He could see the thought forming in her head: 'I better get this poor kid some snacks'. Hell yeah.

Harding was coming back down the aisle. "Thank you," he said to the flight attendant as he sat. "I hope he didn't give you any trouble."

"Who, me?" Scout piped in. "Why would I give trouble to such a nice lady?" He pulled his sweetest, most charming smile.

Harding looked unimpressed, but the flight attendant smiled back fondly. "He was fine."

"Good. Thanks again."

"Of course! Enjoy the rest of the flight."

"You too," Scout called as she walked away. Harding was still watching him suspiciously. "What? You heard her, I didn't do nothin'!"

"Hmmm." He didn't seem convinced, but he turned his attention back to his book.

When the pretty flight attendant returned later with two bags of crackers and a tiny chocolate bar, Scout made sure to look innocent.

"How long do we gotta drive for?"

"A long time," Harding answered, not looking away from the road.

Scout sighed and crossed his arms. It already felt like he'd been in the car forever. "Why didn't we get off at a closer airport?"

"That was the closest airport. There aren't a lot of them out here."

"That's dumb." He looked out the window at the monotonous view of trees, his leg bouncing incessantly. "So after we get there you gotta go all the way back, huh?"

"Yes."

Scout grinned. "Damn. Some weekend." He chewed his nails for a bit and then reached for the radio dial, skipping through the stations until he found something fast and percussive. He turned the volume up, looked over to gauge Harding's reaction, and then turned it up some more.

Harding endured two and a half songs' worth of Scout drumming his fingers against the dashboard before he shut the radio off. "Hey!" Scout protested.

"You're giving me a headache."

"Well, I'm bored!" he complained. "I been sittin' and doin' nothin' all goddamn day, why can't I listen to some music while I'm trapped in here?"

"Because I'm trapped in here, too," Harding muttered. Scout huffed. "Why don't you sleep some more, if you're so bored?"

"Not tired." He wouldn't have slept even if he was tired. He wasn't about to risk sucking his thumb in front of Harding twice in the same day.

"Then read the car manual."

"Ha-ha, good one."

"You could learn something useful," Harding said, as if he was serious about it. "Impress the other kids."

"I don't like readin'."

"Is that why you refused to go to class at the detention center?"

They told him about that? Scout shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "No," he lied. "Just didn't feel like goin'."

Harding was silent. Scout was sure he didn't believe him. Finally he said, "Well, you can't skip classes at the new school. If I hear you've been misbehaving then I'll have to report it."

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." He chewed his nails some more. "Hey, you got any gum?"

Harding frowned. "Gum?"

"Y'know, the stuff you chew? Comes in lots of flavors?"

"No, I don't have any gum."

"Well, can we stop and get some?" Harding almost laughed at that. "C'mon, I'm goin' crazy! I'm gonna bite all my nails off!"

"You don't need gum."

"Sure I do," Scout said earnestly, quickly concocting a story. "I just quit cigs and I gotta have gum to scratch the itch."

"Oh, really?" Harding didn't sound the least bit convinced.

"Yeah, really. Been smokin' since I was seven, just gave it up a few weeks back. If I don't have gum I'll start again."

"You didn't have gum at the center," Harding pointed out.

"Yeah, an' wouldn't you know it, I been dyin' for a smoke. You don't want me to start smokin' again, do you?"

"I'm pretty sure students aren't allowed to have cigarettes on school grounds."

"Well, ain't you s'posed to make sure I'm bein' a good kid or whatever? If you get me some gum, it'll be easier to follow the rules!"

Harding sighed. "We're not stopping for gum."

It was too late for assertions like that. Scout had a mission now, and he was an expert at being annoying. He complained and argued and whined until - after nearly an hour - Harding stopped at a gas station.

"Hey, long as we're here, why don't you get me some gum?" Scout asked as they pulled up to the pump. "Please?"

Harding didn't answer - he'd long since stopped acknowledging Scout's repeated request. He took out the handcuffs again. This time Scout was stuck with his arm hanging awkwardly above his head, with the other cuff around the passenger seat grab handle.

"This sucks," he said. Harding slammed the door shut.

After he filled the tank, he went into the gas station. Had Scout actually irritated him to the breaking point? He didn't want to get his hopes up - but when Harding got back in the car, he tossed a little green package onto Scout's lap.

Scout all but cheered. "Aw, thanks!"

"Don't mention it," Harding said flatly, reaching over to unlock the handcuffs.

As they got back on the road, Scout unwrapped a stick of gum. He chewed silently for a few minutes, and then announced, "This gum is terrible."

Harding looked like he was considering crashing the car.

#oc-tober #asher writes stuff #scout lester #i know it's really long i just. sihskdjdkfl i had lots of ideas #this is the human au scout i alluded to a while back

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btschooseafic · 3 years

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Hey you, what’s your dream?

Pairing: platonic!oc x ot7

Details: manager!oc, predebut/idolverse, partial BTS World!verse

Summary: Aviva and the boys find out Jin has been sneaking out at night. They decide to follow him to see where he’s going.

Warnings: This is a fictional story based on real events. The characters presented here are not the same as their real life counterparts. [Masterlist]

Track 14: Jin’s night out

I Don’t Wanna Dance-COIN

“I don’t wanna dance

I don’t know how”

“Yoongi-hyung!” Hoseok sang as he entered the living room. “Are you still working, cause Namjoon thinks you might be, and we wanted—” Yoongi shushed him. “Did you just—” Yoongi shushed him again, motioning at the lump on the couch. Hoseok stared until he realized the lump was Aviva curled up under a blanket. Hoseok grabbed Yoongi’s arm and pulled him out of the room. “What’s she doing here? Was that your hoodie she’s wearing? How is she so cute? She’s snoring, but she’s still cute? Why aren’t Namjoon’s snores cute? They’re just loud.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes. “She brought back Tae and Jimmie late last night, so she stayed over. Yes, that’s my hoodie. No idea. Yes. No idea, agreed.”

Hoseok tilted his head, trying to match all of Yoongi’s answers to the correct questions in his head. “Okay…” He said slowly. “Now that I’m caught up, it’s your turn. Jin-hyung is missing. The kids will be up and hungry soon. And as you know, Namjoon can only cook chicken breasts, and we don’t have any. I don’t feel like cooking, so we were wondering, if you’re not too sleep deprived, would you cook for us? But, if Avi’s here, she’s the better option for sure.”

“Hold on, back up.” Yoongi held his hand up. “What d’you mean hyung is missing?”

They heard what Yoongi was pretty sure was a Linkin Park song playing from the living room, and then Aviva came into the kitchen. Her hair was messy. Yoongi’s hoodie went down to her thighs, with the shorts peeking out underneath, and her bare legs on display under that.

“Hmmm?” She rubbed at her eyes, looking unusually vulnerable with that outfit and no glasses on. “What about Jin-oppa?”

“You’re still half asleep,” Yoongi said, resisting the urge to brush his fingers through her tousled hair. “What woke you? You still have some time before we need to get going…”

“Alarm went off,” she told him. “Have a few things to do before I go.” She squinted at Hoseok. “Hobi? Can you help me iron my clothes from yesterday? I have a meeting to go to, but ironing should help.”

“Aish, did you make a mess again, Avi?” He pulled her into a hug as she grumbled something about him being too warm. “Don’t worry, cutie, I’ll help you get ready.”

Yoongi glared at him. “Keep it clean, Jung Hoseok,” he warned.

After Hoseok helped iron her clothes and Aviva got dressed, she felt more awake. She got started on coffee and breakfast, worried at the news that Jin had been missing since last night.

Apparently, he had been acting strangely recently, at first bugging Hobi to practice whenever there was a spare moment, and then blowing him off when he tried to make some extra time.

“And he’s been going to bed real early too,” Jungkook put in, holding his bowl out for a rice refill. Aviva squinted at him, reminding herself to see if there was a bulk bag of rice on sale at the supermarket.

“Or I guess he’s been saying he’s going to bed and then actually sneaking out,” Jimin figured. “He must have been the creeper we saw sneaking around outside this morning.”

Aviva nodded slowly.

“So, Jiminie, Yoongi-oppa, and Jin-oppa haven’t been sleeping recently...”

Yoongi frowned. “I’ve been taking cat naps on the couch, you hypocrite.”

She waved her hand. “Whatever, it sounds like he’ll be back later in the morning… hopefully. So I can just talk to him tonight after my meeting.”

“But do you think he’s really gonna tell you the truth?” Hoseok wondered. “Jin-hyung is a tough nut to crack, surprisingly.”

“We could follow him when he goes out again tonight,” Jimin suggested.

“Ah! I’ve always wanted to do that!” Taehyung exclaimed, poking Jimin excitedly on the shoulder. “Like we’re spies!” Jimin swatted at him. Taehyung swatted back.

Aviva frowned. “That seems kind of invasive…”

“We’ve spent the last several years all sleeping in one bedroom together—the boundaries get blurred sometimes,” Yoongi admitted.

“I gathered that…” Aviva said, glancing at Jimin and Taehyung, trying not to imagine how they had both fit in that small shower together.

“Yeah...” Jimin giggled. “The first time I met Tae he was only wearing underwear.” Tae slapped him again. Jimin hit him back. Jungkook grabbed their wrists and sighed.

“And that night they both fell asleep latched onto me,” he complained.

“It’s a proven fact that it’s easier to sleep holding onto something... or someone,” Tae told him. He gave Aviva a pointed look.

“Hmmm.” Aviva ignored him, turning to Namjoon. “What do you think, Joon-ah? You’ve been awful quiet this morning…”

“I think Taehyungie should just get a teddy bear,” Namjoon grunted. Hoseok laughed.

Aviva frowned. “No, I meant about Jin-oppa...”

“Namjoon-ah hasn’t been sleeping much either,” Yoongi told her. “But unlike us, he can’t function without sleep.”

“I can!” Namjoon argued, standing up. “I just need an energy drink or some—” He tripped over his own feet, Aviva catching him without looking.

“Ugh. Joonie, maybe you should just take a nap.”

“This proves nothing,” he muttered into her shoulder. “I always trip.”

“That’s not something to be bragging about, Joonie,” Hoseok told him, clearly trying not to laugh again.

That night, they all hid around the side of the building. They saw Jin come out of the dorm, look around and then move down the path, hailing a taxi.

“Quick, noona, get your car and drive us after him,” Tae said, pulling on her arm.

“I couldn’t find parking around here, so I’m a couple blocks away,” she told him.

“Let’s get a taxi too then,” Namjoon suggested, a lot more cognizant after taking a nap like she’d suggested.

“Sure, why not? Let’s waste our budget on spying on our members,” Aviva muttered, sliding into the taxi with them. Namjoon was in the passenger seat up front, keeping a close eye on Jin’s taxi. The taxi driver gave them an odd look in the rearview mirror. Jimin was sitting on Tae’s lap, with Jungkook half on top of Yoongi and half on top of Aviva.

“Yeah, pretty sure this is illegal,” Yoongi said quietly, tapping his fingers against Jungkook’s leg. “Better save some room in the budget to bail us out of jail, manager. Ah, my parents are going to be so disappointed…” Jungkook squirmed. Yoongi gripped his arm. “Stop that.”

“Oh,” Aviva said, as they got out in front of the building Jin had gotten out at. “I recognize this place…”

“It’s the floor space we used to use before Big Hit finished renovating their practice rooms,” Hoseok recalled.

They followed Jin inside. “He really shouldn’t leave the door unlocked behind him,” Aviva thought. “Anybody could get in.”

“Uh-huh.” Yoongi shot her an amused look.

“There’s light on, and music playing,” Hoseok reported from the front of the group. Aviva sped up to walk alongside him. She and Hoseok carefully poked their heads around the open doorway. Aviva smiled slightly at the sight of Jin practicing the routine Hoseok had come up with for their debut.

“So what’s hyung doing?” Hoseok wondered, leaning on her.

“Ah! Hoseok, stop pushing!” Aviva hissed quietly at him, trying not to fall over.

“It’s not me,” Hoseok argued. “Jiminie is—”

Aviva fell into the room with Hoseok on top of her.

“What in the—!” Jin exclaimed. “A thief? I’m going to report—”

“Ugh, get off!” Aviva pushed Hoseok off of her and stood up. “Jin-oppa, it’s just us. We may be idiots, but we’re not thieves.”

“What? Manager-nim? Hoseok-ah? …Did you follow me?”

“Yeah, sorry, I tried to tell them not to,” Aviva said.

“You didn’t try very hard,” Hoseok said, brushing off his shirt. Aviva glared at him. “Anyway, Seokjin-hyung, have you been coming here to practice by yourself every night?”

“I feel like dancing comes so much harder for me… so I need the extra practice,” Jin said quietly. He pressed his hands together. “Can we keep this a secret between the three of us?”

“Ah…” Aviva said awkwardly, trying not to glance back at the door.

“Hyung!” Hoseok shouted. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be your personal tutor! Starting tomorrow—no! Starting right this second.”

“It’s fine, really.” Jin smiled gently at him. “You don’t have to do that.”

“No way! Be sincere or I won’t let go,” Hoseok said, grabbing onto his arm.

“Me too!” Namjoon said, entering the room and grabbing his other arm. “I’ll join you, hyung!”

“N-Namjoon-ah?” Jin stuttered. “How long have you been there?”

“I want to help too!” Jimin said, scurrying in. “Don’t leave me out!”

“What?” Jin’s eyes widened. “Jiminie’s here too?”

“We all came here together,” Aviva confessed. “We were worried about you…” The others came into the room, Jungkook smiling a little sheepishly, Taehyung humming cheerfully, and Yoongi yawning.

Jin’s ears went pink. “Aish, this is embarrassing.”

“Let’s practice together, hyung!” Namjoon said, still pulling on his arm.

“Mission complete!” Taehyung said, striking a pose.

“Okay, let’s take it from the top!” Hoseok said, his teacher voice switching on.

“Ugh, I want to go home and sleep,” Yoongi muttered.

“Me too,” Aviva agreed. “I miss Soonyoungie, and my bed. And clean clothes.”

“Your car is back by our place,” Yoongi reminded her. She groaned.

“Ah, that’s right,” Hoseok said. “Come on, manager, you should follow along with us. It’ll give you a better understanding of dance like you want, and your clothes are way past dirty anyway.”

Hoseok went over the easier parts of the routine with Jin and Tae, while Jimin took Jungkook through some of the more complex moves.

Although he had been one of the first to volunteer, Namjoon was also one of the first to drop out of the practice, suddenly struck by an idea for a new song.

Aviva gave him a few sheets from her notebook, and a pen, and he sat out in the hall, scribbling and rapping to himself.

Yoongi was sitting on the steps outside, the early morning quiet enough for him to record a few bars he’d thought of on his phone.

Aviva stopped at a nearby café to get them all breakfast, mourning the time she would have to spend budgeting to even things out for the rest of the month.

#bts #fanfiction #bts x oc #ot7 x oc #kim seokjin #bts world #idolverse #manager!oc #ot7 #bts predebut

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criminalminds-hc-hq · 4 years

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Liquid Courage

Word Count: 2,064

Warnings: Maybe content warnings for alcohol/being drunk?

A/N: I had this idea in my head for a while and I’m just now getting around to writing it. I hope you enjoy.

Leaving the crowded club, you notice it has rained since you went inside with your whole B.A.U. team. A drunk JJ and Emily made it into a cab with Penelope an hour ago. And Rossi, Spencer, and Tara left while you were trying to wrangle Luke with Matt. At least the weather was nice enough to stop raining by the time you stragglers made it out.

The music is still obnoxiously loud when you make it to your car down the block and unlock it for Matt. He’s able to dump an intoxicated Luke into your passenger seat without a problem and shuts the door on the man softly.

“I would take him home, but Kristy said Chloe’s fever spiked,” Matt says when he turns back to face you. “We’ll have to take her to the E.R. if it isn’t down by the time I get home.”

You gesture at your car where Luke is sitting motionless, but obviously talking to himself. Probably thinking he still had Matt for an audience. For such a tough guy, he really was a lightweight.

“I don’t know how he got so drunk, but I think I can handle him,” you say and give Matt a quick hug. “I hope Chloe feels better.”

“Thanks.”

And just like that Matt is off, leaving you alone with the man you’ve had a crush on for years...while said man is drunk off his ass. Great. At least he’s the one in the chatty mood and not you.

By the time you make it into the car, Luke has noticed his lack of audience and turns to face you.

“Where did you go?”

You give him a sideways glance as you start your car. The 90’s station you left your radio on starts blaring Nirvana so you turn it down before answering Luke.

“I didn’t go anywhere. Matt and I were talking about Chloe and now I’m driving you home.”

Luke nods to himself like you just said the wisest thing he’s ever heard. You chuckle to yourself as you pull onto the street. You’ve never seen Luke drunk before, but he didn’t hold back tonight.

“Are you okay, Luke?”

“See, you’re so nice,” Luke says while pointing a finger at you. “That’s why everybody likes you.”

“O-okay. But how are you?” you ask. A drunk Luke doesn’t seem to be the worst of all the drunks you’ve dealt with, but he definitely makes the least amount of sense. His words all seem to go from Point A to Point H without any external need to go through the others. At the bar he jumped from how Tara’s sweater was red to the new Batman movie with Robert Pattinson. Sure, there was probably a connection in there somewhere, but god knows what it is.

“I’ve been better,” he says in a way that seems like it’s supposed to be too quiet for you to hear, but is actually at normal volume.

You spare a glance at him before focusing back on the road. “What’s up?”

Luke leans back into his seat and presses his left cheek into his headrest so he’s facing you. Despite his drunken body language, his warm brown eyes still seem alert.

“You know everyone thinks you should date Reid…” Luke left the words hanging there while you sputtered out a cough. The abrupt change in topic wasn’t surprising, what was surprising was the topic itself.

“Excuse me?”

“There’s a pool going about how long until you guys start dating.”

You nearly make your tires squeal as you come to an abrupt stop just a couple blocks from Luke’s apartment.

“What the hell is wrong with you people?” you ask when you finally manage to put your thoughts back together and continue the trip to Luke’s. The car is silent except for the 90’s rock still softly coming out of your speakers.

“Garcia says three months, JJ has two, I said never,” Luke says as you pull into the parking lot.

“Thank god one of you has your head on straight,” you mutter as you turn off your car and turn to look at him.

Luke has gotten even more comfortable in your passenger seat and has his eyes closed. It’s too bad he can’t just sleep in your car. Now you’ll have to drag a drunk and sleepy man all the way up to his apartment. You lean over the center console and unbuckle Luke’s seatbelt when his eyes open and focus on your face.

“So, you’re not into Reid?”

“Ugh,” you say, leaning back into your seat. “No, he’s my best friend, but no. Report that back to your little group, won’t you?”

Luke just grins at you so you get out of your car and make it back around to the passenger side. It seems Luke thinks he’s more sober than he actually is because he has managed to get the car door open and get out, but he nearly knocks you over as he does it.

You grab onto his arm and try to drape it over your shoulders. Somehow Luke is everywhere and it doesn’t seem possible that there’s this much of him. You had forgotten how tall Luke actually is when not compared to Matt and Spencer.

“Did you ever think about NOT eating your vegetables as a kid?” you ask, wrapping an arm around his waist and kicking your passenger door shut with your foot.

Luke leans into you more and getting him to his apartment door becomes more of a chore. By the time you make it there, surprisingly, his incessant chattering has come to an end. You look up at him to see his eyes are still open and they’re staring at you.

“Um, keys?”

Luke goes to hand you his keys, but doesn’t let them go when you grab them. Your eyes drift away from the keys and back up to Luke’s. Your hand is slightly overlapping his on the keychain and you’re shocked by his warmth.

“You know I love you, right?” he asks while still staring into your eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

Your heart starts racing and it feels hard to breathe. You can feel yourself melting into his gorgeous eyes. But your rational mind jumps to the fact that it’s late, Luke’s drunk, and he has never shown any sign of any feelings for you before.

“Yeah?” you ask while pulling the keys out of his grip. “Well, why don’t you try telling me that when you’re sober?”

Maybe there’s an edge in your tone or maybe Luke just thinks better of pressing the issue, but you manage to get inside and get him into bed with Roxy without another word about it.

The sincere look on his face and the words you’ve wanted to hear for months haunt you the whole car ride back to your own apartment.

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You wake up with a headache the next morning despite only having one drink the night before. The thought of what JJ, Emily, and Luke are going through makes you thankful you didn’t drink more. With that thought, your mind drifts back to what Drunk Luke said when you dropped him off at his apartment.

His eyes staring you down as he says the one thing that can really hurt you. Because it wasn’t real. You’ve heard of drunk people becoming super friendly before and, while Luke doesn’t seem like that kind of drunk, apparently he is one. Your heart gives a painful squeeze at that thought and you get out of bed to find some headache medicine. The only way you’re going to get your mind off this is to get some housework done.

A few hours into your deep clean and you’re up to your elbow in the fridge trying to figure out what that mysterious take out container is in the back. You open it and take a sniff before gagging. Okay, definitely more than a couple weeks old. You drop it into the trash can by your foot before tightening your ponytail again. Maybe you should clean out the fridge BEFORE leaving for cases instead of after.

A knock on the door drags you out of your thoughts. Uncertain about who would show up at your house unannounced, you shut the refrigerator door and look out the peephole.

“Luke?”

You open the door to see a tired looking Luke standing in your hallway wearing dark jeans and a red shirt, holding two coffee cups. It was probably a bad day to be a slob and get housework done because Luke looks really good. You shake your head softly to get that thought out of there. You and Luke aren’t a thing. Stop it.

“What are you doing here?”

Instead of answering your question, Luke holds out a coffee cup to you. “I know you don’t do coffee, but I know you like tea”

You slowly wrap your hand around the cup and back up so Luke can come in if he wants. Luke looks like he could do with a few more hours of sleep, but otherwise seems to be in a good mood despite what was probably a rough morning.

“How’s the hangover?” You ask while shutting the door behind him and turning around to face him. Luke’s closer than you expected and you stumble back half a step.

“Not that bad actually,” Luke says before sipping his coffee. The look in his eyes is unfamiliar to you. Something about Luke seems...mischievous. Which can probably only mean bad things for you.

Luke normally doesn’t make you feel this nervous, but something about his proximity or the look on his face or the words he drunkenly spewed last night makes your heart pick up speed. To give yourself something to do, you take a sip of your tea and realize he picked up your favorite. You don’t remember telling him what it is, but working with profilers means they pick up on things most people don’t.

“So, um, why--”

“I had something to tell you last night, but you didn’t want to hear it unless I was sober,” Luke says, interrupting your awkward attempt to start a conversation.

“Why can’t you be a blackout drunk like the rest of us?” you joke.

Luke grabs the cup out of your hand and places both drinks down on the side table next to the door. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear before cupping your cheek. Your poor heart takes off at a gallop and you don’t know how much more of this it can take. You feel vulnerable and weak and find yourself drowning in his eyes.

“I’m serious,” he says with a look that you could only describe that way. “I know you think I only said that last night because I was drunk, but I meant what I said. The alcohol definitely helped though.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you thanks to your nerves and racing heart. The grin Luke gives you in response could power your apartment for a year. God. That fucking grin. It’s what got you into this mess to begin with.

“I thought the group consensus was I’m supposed to be with Spencer,” you say before you can stop yourself. Really? Now’s the time you want to take that dig into the B.A.U. pool about your dating life?

Luke’s hand falls from your cheek at that and you feel your breathing become more uneven. Your stupid mouth always gets you into trouble.

“If you remember, my bet was never,” Luke reminds you.

“Because you’re the only one with half a brain.”

“Because I’m in love with you and that would have crushed me,” Luke says softly. You grab his hands at that and intertwine your fingers with his.

“I love you too. I have for a while now. I don’t know how a group full of profilers never noticed.”

Using your intertwined hands, Luke pulls you closer until you’re almost completely pressed against each other. He lets go of your hands to wrap his arms around your waist and close the gap further. Without thinking, you wrap your arms around his neck.

I can’t believe this is happening is the last thought in your mind before Luke leans down and presses his lips to yours.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fanfic #luke alvez #luke alvez x reader #reader insert #fanfiction

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chloelucia13 · 4 years

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Chapter 4: The Body

Pairing: none for the moment (currently Jonathan Byers x platonic!Henderson!reader)

Prompt: You always thought Hawkins was the most boring town of all, stuck in a vacuum void of excitement and entertainment. Well, it seems that way until the world decided to flip upside down, literally.

Chapter Summary: From the night they found the body to the next day, dread had settled in your stomach, though you stuck with Jonathan the whole time. Though it seemed Jonathan completely forgot about you when Nancy came to you two with a strange creature lurking in one of Jonathan’s photos.

Chapter Warnings: lotsa angst, a little fluff, language, violence, descriptions of horror and gore, normal stuff

Word Count: 3032

A/N: New part! Hope you guys like it! The tag list for this story is open!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

“A trooper found something in the water that’s at the quarry,” Hopper began to explain, and you instinctively reached out to clutch Jonathan’s and Joyce’s hands. “We believe that it is Will’s body.”

Jonathan immediately stepped over to you and hid his face in your shoulder, tightly squeezing your hand.

“Our working theory right now is that Will crashed his bike. He made his way over to the quarry and, uh... Accidentally fell in. The earth must have given way.” There was a moment of silence as Joyce stared off into the distance, a blank look on her face. “Joyce? Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“No,” she voiced finally. “Whoever you found, that’s not my boy. That’s not Will.”

“Joyce-”

“No, you don’t understand. I talked to him a half hour ago.” She sniffled and stepped over to the small storage door, pulling out a wad of string lights. “He was... He was here. He was talking with these!”

“Talking?”

“Uh-huh. One blink for yes, two for no.” She threw the lights back into the storage area. “And uh... And then I made this, so he could talk to me.” She gestured to the wall covered in string lights and messily painted letters. “‘Cause he was hiding from that... that thing.”

“The thing that came out of the wall? The thing that chased you?”

She nodded vehemently. “Yeah!”

Jonathan slowly pulled away from your grasp and walked closer to his mother. “Mom, come on. Please. You’ve gotta stop this.” He gripped her arms.

“Maybe he’s... It’s after him! He’s in danger! We-” She turned to Hopper, gripping onto his arms like how Jonathan did to her.

“What exactly was this thing?” Hopper interjected. “It was some kind of animal you said?”

“No, it was- it was almost human but... but it wasn’t. It had these long arms... and it didn’t have a face.”

“It didn’t have a face?”

Jonathan let out a huff and turned to storm off into his room. “A-And Y/N saw it too! Last night! T-The thing in the wall and the flashing lights and the stereo-” Joyce rushed to explain, trying to convince both Hopper and Jonathan.

Jonathan stopped in his tracks and turned to face you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What?” he whispered.

You struggled to find the correct words, panic beginning to rush through your body. “I-I did see... something. In the wall,” you stated simply, stumbling over your words.

“So you both had weird experiences?” Hopper clarified, to which you responded with a nod.

“I-It’s real...” Joyce persisted.

Jonathan continued on his trek back to his room, and you followed closely behind him “Jonathan, please,” you whispered, following him into his room and gripping onto his forearm.

“Why are you trying to feed into my mom’s delusions? Making her think that what she’s seeing is real?” he hissed, turning to face you.

Your heart twisted at his words. “I... I did see something. But I was also stressed out of my mind and extremely upset that night. Maybe I... Maybe I hallucinated it.”

Jonathan pursed his lips and sat down on the edge of his bed, leaving a space next to him to let you sit there. “What did you see that night?”

You sighed and shook your head. “We’ll talk about that another time. Okay?” He nodded once, staying silent. “Listen, I know you’re upset. You have every goddamn right to be. And I know that you have no clue how to deal with it, so you’re taking it out on me. But right now, we just need to... Let it out. Healthily.” You sat down next to him and took his hand in yours, gliding your fingers along his knuckles.

“And how do we let it out in a healthy way?”

You rose from your spot on the bed and picked his Walkman up off of his dresser. You walked over to his cassette collection and sifted through the tapes before finding one of your favorite Joy Division mixes he had made, and popping it into the tape deck before handing the Walkman to him. “By listening to Joy Division and crying our eyes out.”

He let out a sigh, fiddling with the wire of his headphones. “Y/N, I don’t know-”

“Trust me.” You grabbed your favorite blanket from his closet and instructed him to lay down, waiting until he did so to lay down next to him, resting your head on his chest and draping the blanket over the two of you.

“But how will you listen to the music?”

You sighed and sat up, looking him in the eye. “I’ve already done my crying tonight. Now it’s my turn to comfort, and your turn to let it out.”

“Y/N-”

“Jonathan, I know you. You haven’t had a chance to cry this whole time because you have to be strong for your mom. You don’t have to hold it in any longer.”

You took the headphones from his hands and placed them over his ears, pressing start on the tape before laying your head back down against his chest. Slowly, you could feel his body start to shake with sobs as he finally let go, his arms winding around you and holding you close.

After a while, you both drifted off to sleep, if only for a few hours.

***

You had woken up early that morning from the sun shining in through the windows. The two of you were tangled together, clutching tightly to each other as if the other would drift away if let go. You had to try and unwrap yourself from the blanket before slipping out of his grasp, tumbling to the floor and startling Jonathan awake.

“It’s just me!” you whisper-yelled, slowly sitting up and rubbing your eyes. “Sorry, I was trying to get up without waking you. I guess that really didn’t work out well.”

He let out a soft chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair. He had gotten out of bed and helped you to your feet, holding your hand for a moment longer before turning and heading out into the living room. You followed behind him, trying to comb through your tangled hair as you did so.

Joyce was asleep on the couch, sitting up with an axe in her lap. Jonathan shared a look with you before stepping over to her and gently shaking her awake. “Mom, wake up!” he said, wary of the axe in her hand.

She shot up, blinking rapidly. “What... What time is it?” she voiced groggily.

“It’s almost 8:00. We have to go.”

“Go where? Where?”

He gulped. “To see Will.” He sat up and headed into his room to get ready.

Joyce sat there for a moment trying to wake herself up. You had walked over, gently taking the axe from her hands and propping it up against the wall. “You okay?” you whispered, offering her a soft smile.

She let out a sigh, sitting up. “I... I don’t really know.”

You nodded, turning your gaze to the floor. “Do you guys want me to come with?”

She stayed silent for a moment, contemplating. “Please.”

You nodded again, comfortingly touching her shoulder. “Of course.”

***

You could see Jonathan trembling as he stared through the observation window. His jaw was set tight, eyes focused on anything else other than the blue sheet that was covering a human form. You were tightly gripping onto his coat sleeve, your stomach churning nauseously.

Slowly, the examiner peeled away the blue sheet, revealing the upper half of the body. Will’s body.

Jonathan could barely look at the body for a moment before running off to the bathroom, bile rising to his throat.

You, however, couldn’t look away. It was like torture, your eyes glued to the limp body as your body began to shake and your eyes welled with tears. You gripped onto the windowsill until your knuckles turned white, your knees nearly buckling underneath you.

Joyce stared incredulously for a moment, her mind swarming with thoughts. “He has a birthmark on his right arm,” she explained to the examiner. “Can you show that to me please?”

Slowly, the examiner lifted up the limp arm.

You had to step out at that time.

You stumbled out of the observation room and down the hallway, pushing past the double doors that led to the waiting area. All the air had left your lungs, and you gasped for air as soon as you stepped foot into the waiting area. You planted your hands on your knees and hunched over, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to suck air back into your lungs.

Slowly, you had stood back up and took a seat next to Hopper, your gaze locked on the floor. A moment later, Jonathan stepped out of the bathroom and sat down next to you, wordlessly grabbing your hand.

“How’s your mom doing?” Hopper voiced suddenly, noticing the silent tension in the air.

“I don’t know,” Jonathan sighed.

“How long’s this stuff been going on? With the lights and uh... Will and the thing in the wall?”

Jonathan shrugged and shook his head slightly. “Since the first phone call, I guess.” There was a few moments of silence before Jonathan spoke again. “You know, she’s had anxiety problems. In the past. But this... I don’t know.” He took a deep breath and you squeezed his hand reassuringly. “I’m worried it could be... Ugh, I don’t know.” He sighed and hung his head, trying to collect himself as tears welled in his eyes. “She’ll be okay. We’ll be okay. My mom... she’s tough.”

“Yeah she is,” Hopper agreed, smiling slightly.

Suddenly, Joyce busted through the double doors, the examiner on her tail. “Ma’am!” he shouted, rushing to keep up with her. “Ma’am, I need you to sign!”

“I don’t- I don’t know what you think that thing is in there, but that is not my son!” Joyce shouted back.

You all shot up to your feet, Hopper immediately attempting to calm her down. “Joyce, wait a second-” he began.

“No!” She huffed and hurried out the door.

“Mom,” Jonathan pleaded while you sighed out a quiet “Joyce,” both of you rushing to catch up with her.

As soon as the two of you got outside, however, she was already halfway down the street. With a sigh, you and Jonathan walked over to the car, getting in and driving up to Joyce.

“Mom, will you get in?” Jonathan begged through your rolled down window.

“No, I... I need to think. Just go on home,” she stammered.

“Joyce, please just get in the car,” you voiced softly, trying to persuade her.

She crossed the street and Jonathan parked against the sidewalk, getting out and following after her. You followed behind him, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“Mom,” Jonathan shouted. You both jogged to catch up with her. “Mom, stop!”

“Just go home, guys!” she demanded, spinning on her heel.

“No, this is not an okay time to shut down!”

“Shut down? What-”

“We have to deal with this, mom. We have to deal with the funeral!”

She stared at him incredulously. “The funeral? For-For who? For that thing back there?”

Jonathan huffed. “Let me get this straight. Will, that’s not his body because he’s in the lights, right? And there’s a monster in the wall? Do you even hear yourself?”

“I know it sounds crazy. I sound crazy! Don’t you think I know that? It is crazy! But I heard him, Jonathan, he talked to me! Will is calling to me! And he’s out there, and he’s alone, and he’s scared, and I-I don’t care if anyone believes me. I am not going to stop looking for him until I find him and bring him home. I am going to bring him home!” She immediately turned on her heel and walked the other way.

“Yeah, well, while you’re talking to the lights, the rest of us are having a funeral for Will!” Jonathan shouted to her back. “I am not letting him sit in that freezer another day!”

You looked around at all the people that gathered around, watching the argument take place. “Alright, show’s over!” you shouted at them, grabbing Jonathan’s arm and pulling him away from the scene.

***

You nearly fell asleep listening to the monotonous voice of the worker who led you around and explained in painful detail the intricate nature of each coffin. However, the nature of the situation kept you from drifting off, keeping you stuck in the nauseating situation.

As the worker led you over to the more expensive coffins, Nancy appeared in the entrance of the mortuary. “Can you give us a second?” Jonathan asked the worker before stepping over to her, leaving you to follow behind him. “Hey,” he voiced to her, a questioning lilt in his voice.

“Hey,” she sighed. “Your mom, um, said you guys would be here. I just... Can we talk for a second?”

The three of you stepped out of the room and into the hallway, sitting at one of the benches against the wall. Hesitantly, she reached into her bag and pulled out a paper.

One of Jonathan’s ripped up photos, to be exact, that was taped back together.

She handed it to Jonathan, who held it between you and him so you both could look at it. “I-I don’t get it,” you whispered, looking over at her. “I don’t see anything.”

“Look at where Barb is,” she explained, reaching out and tracing a finger along the right side of the photo.

Upon closer inspection, you noticed an odd... figure, looming above Barb. It was at least ten feet tall, and definitely didn’t look human.

“It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn’t using wide angle,” Jonathan spoke, his brows furrowing. “I don’t know. It’s weird.” He handed the photo back to her.

She sighed. “And you’re sure you didn’t see anyone else out there?”

“No. And she was there one second and then... Gone. I figured she bolted.”

“The cops think that she ran away. But they don’t know Barb.”

“Could she have gone into the woods and gotten lost and...” you began but trailed off, not daring to say the word, especially in the place that you were.

She shook her head, sighing. “I doubt it. When I went back to Steve’s, I thought I saw something. Some... weird man or... I don’t know what it was.”

“Did it look like the thing in the photo?”

She shrugged. “Maybe, kinda. I... I can’t really tell.” She stared off into space, stuck in her thoughts for a moment. “I’m sorry. I... I shouldn’t have come here today. I’m so sorry.”

She stood and gathered her things, walking towards the exit.

“What’d he look like?” Jonathan voiced suddenly.

She stopped and turned on her heel. “What?”

“The man you saw in the woods. What’d he look like?”

“I-I don’t know. It was almost like he... He didn’t have-”

“Didn’t have a face?” you and Jonathan inquired at the same time.

She looked at you two strangely. “How did you guys know that?”

You and Jonathan shared a look before rising to your feet. “We’ll explain later. We need to go,” you voiced, grabbing Jonathan’s hand and leading you both out the door and to the car.

“Y/N-” Jonathan began as he got in the car.

“Barb disappeared the same night as the vigil. That night was when the lights were flickering and the face appeared. That can’t be a coincidence.”

“What are you thinking?”

You sighed. “Maybe this... when this thing appears, weird things start to happen. Maybe that’s why I didn’t see that thing when I was at your house, because it was somewhere else. A-And when Joyce saw the thing, maybe something weird was happening somewhere else?” You shook your head, burying your face in your hands. “And when Will disappeared...”

“When Will disappeared? What happened?”

You shook your head. “I’ll explain later. Just... We need to get Nancy. You still have the photos right?”

***

You sat on one of the benches in the dark room, wrapping your arms around yourself as Jonathan laid one of the photos against a microscope-looking machine. “And you are...” Nancy questioned, seeming just as confused as you.

“Brightening, enlarging,” he explained, messing with a few dials and knobs.

“Hmm,” you responded. He picked up another, smaller microscope-looking tool and placed it against the photo slide, examining it.

“Did your mom say anything else?” Nancy asked. “Like, um, where it might have gone to, or...”

Jonathan shook his head. “No, just that it came out of the wall,” he responded. He reached up and flicked a lever before sitting back up. He picked up the blank photo sheet and brought it over to a vat of fluid, gently placing it inside and sloshing the liquid around.

“How long does this take?”

“Not long.”

“Yet you always hide in here for hours,” you teased, staring at the sheet of photo paper.

“So you’ve been... doing this a while?” Nancy hummed.

“What?” he asked.

“Photography.”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know...”

“Talk to them,” you and Nancy completed his sentence, earning a chuckle from both of you.

“I know. It’s weird.”

“No!” she insisted.

“No, it is. It’s just sometimes... People don’t really say what they’re thinking. But you capture the right moment... It says more.”

“What was I saying?”

“What?”

“When you took my picture.”

You let out a quiet sigh, slouching forward and staring at the ground.

“I shouldn’t have taken that picture,” Jonathan sighed. “I’m uh... I’m sorry. It’s just-”

“That’s it!” Nancy announced, staring into the vat. “That’s what I saw!”

You sat up and looked inside, eyes growing wide.

“My mom,” Jonathan whispered. “I thought she was crazy ‘cause she said that’s not Will’s body. That he’s alive.”

“And if he’s alive-”

“Then Barbara.”

“It’s out there somewhere,” you whispered. “It has to be. I mean, it comes once a day, at least. There could be more.”

“More what?”

“Missing people.”

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my-arlington-academia · 4 years

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A little fanfiction for Axel's birthday! (Yes I'm always late to everything 😔)

After I missed his birthday, for some reason inspiration hit me and I wrote this to apologize to myself for forgetting. I decided to make Scholar a boy in this one since I feel like there's not enough male Scholar content! (This is also the very first fanfic I have ever shared with other people so don't be surprised if some parts are really clumsy. Beware of possible typos and grammatical errors...) Enjoy!

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The day was slowly drawing nearer.

Scholar was checking out multiple social networking sites and Axel's Wikimedia page for a few hours now. The fangirls and fanboys were excited all over the Internet as if it was their own birthday. Comments such as "Axel and I share the same birthday!!" And "I've been following you since the very beginning, HAPPY BIRTHDAY Axel 💖 you really helped me when I was going through tough times." Or "HAPPY B-DAY AXEL❤❤ I LOVE YOU BBY"

Made Scholar wonder how it must feel like to receive happy birthday messages from millions of strangers. Well, he was guessing that it must be really pleasant: why wouldn't it be? Even if Axel doesn't know them it doesn't change the good intentions they have. Anyway! This wasn't the point of Scholar's "research."

He was browsing through a bajillion of interviews, fanblogs and comments to find what Axel liked. Which was, he thought to himself, maybe a little dumb. They may have known eachother only for about 3 months but at least he knew Axel on a personal level, not through a screen. Hell, when they met Scholar had no idea of who that handsome rocker boy was supposed to be. And now here he was trying to find an answer to something he should probably know the answer to better than Axel's fans. Not to throw shade at them or anything.

"Aaaaaghhhh!!" Subconsciously, Scholar let out a loud whine not realizing that his voice was louder than he intended it to be. "Shut up!! We can hear you from here!" It was Karolina in the room nextdoor. "I'm sorry!! ...ugh." Thankfully she didn't hear the "ugh" part not that it would change her opinion about him.

Scholar was just so lost: "what the hell can I gift to a rich handsome talented guy and not look like an idiot?!" Is what was going through his mind the whole day and it was already 11pm. Tomorrow was Axel's birthday and he still didn't find shit. He had never been good at finding gifts, the only person he gave them to was his dad and then again, it was only sometimes. The both of them weren't the type of people to worry about formalities such as Christmas or birthday presents. And when it came to "friends" it was about the same story.

Scholar put the phone down. It was stupid to worry over something like that. Being surrounded with rich, talented and sometimes famous people all day long Scholar swore to himself one thing. Don't be fake. Be sincere with those people. To be treated like anyone else is what they deserve.

And so Scholar searched for a gift idea again, but this time in his mind. He searched for an answer in his memories, through the small amount of time they had spent together. What does Axel like? It's not that hard. He already knew.

Scholar's mind was set: music, dogs and piercings. A hobby, an animal and accessories. Simple, but let's just go from the basics. "It's not like I can buy something expensive anyway..." His muttering was blocked out by his pillow, no matter what he would find, Scholar was just hoping that it would at least make Axel genuinely happy. Even just a little.

The next day went as expected: everyone was wishing Axel a happy birthday. He was getting occasional gifts from people he was close with and from people with whom he had never even talked to, or at least Scholar was pretty sure that he didn't. Even Tadashi went a bit soft on Axel.

"Not giving me detention for my late arrival today, Mister Student Body President?" Axel was over 15 minutes late which meant that he was deserving of a detention slip by usual à la Tadashi rules. "Go away before I change my mind you ugly ear-pierced clown." Axel was nodding and smirking all knowingly. "Uh-huh. Of course Sir, could I consider this lack of strictness towards me as my birthday present?"

Tadashi reached out for the detention form inside of his bag and took a pen in his hand ready to write Axel's name down and the reason why he got a detention slip. Axel backed away immediately. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry! Geez. Could you at least not threaten me with this shit on my birthday??" Tadashi put the pen back into his pencil case and smiled. "There you go. I knew you had some self-awareness behind your 3 kilograms of makeup and your millions of engagement rings you wear."

Axel frowned like a child. "I don't wear *that* many rings! Also, my makeup is super light!"

The rest of the day went on pretty smoothly, though Axel was probably wondering why Scholar didn't wish him a happy birthday. Whenever other people approached him to do so Axel would always peek at Scholar from the corner of his eye, as if to say: "See?! It's my birthday today..."

Scholar felt secretly super giddy because of that. Axel was totally waiting for it. After the last school hour of the day he even came towards Scholar ""to say hi."" "Hey, Scholar!" "Hey there."

Silence.

"Um. So. Don't you have anything to tell me?" "Nu-huh." "You sure?" "Yup." Silence again. Axel looked down in such an adorable manner that Scholar felt almost like he was murdering a puppy. "Hm. Okay... See you tomorrow?" Scholar smiled as sweetly as he could to hint to the fact that they would see eachother again today. "Of course. Bye!"

After trying to sound as chill as he could, Scholar hurried himself into town. Blindly looking for a gift might be a bad idea but it's often this way that we find the best ones. Scholar was relying on his luck and intuition, he was storming through every single shop until he came accross something a bit silly that could do the job. It was in a small shop named "lying tiger" with a lot of useless gadgets. It was simple, cheap and adorable. Hopefully Scholar's intuition was right.

Upon seeing the gates of the school getting closer and closer as he was walking towards it, he decided to pull off the fastest sprint of his life. If Murdoc had seen him he'd be impressed.

After a couple of minutes Scholar was standing in front of Axel's room. "Okay.... No wait."

It was 7pm and the sun was already gone from a long time ago since it *is* November. Scholar was sweating as if he just ran a marathon, which... He kinda did. He muttered again. "Ugh. Good job, Scholar. Why did you have the bright idea to make yourself smell like a horse before-"

Voices from the hallway were heard, a couple of girls coming his way. Damn it. Alright. Scholar decided to at least make himself look good before coming back, he changed his clothes into something more casual but also charming. A bit of deodorant here and there, some perfume and done!

This time around he was ready, if it wasn't for his stress kicking in that is. He suddenly didn't feel as confident in his gift as a couple of minutes ago. Well, it was too late to change it anyway. Scholar took a deep breath and knocked. He waited there without moving nor breathing. As if until Axel would get out of his room, time had stopped.

Suddenly, the door flew open. The moment their eyes met Axel mockingly smiled. "Oh? You finally decided to come and wish me a happy birthday? Haha." Scholar had kept his hands behind his back but when Axel said that, he instinctively moved them to his front, revealing the package he was holding. Axel stopped smiling and his eyes widened in surprise. "Oh." Scholar was already happy with that reaction alone, even if he was unsure on whether or not Axel would like the gift. For a second, this felt like it was enough. "Yeah. I couldn't wish you a happy birthday without giving you a present, could I? Happy birthday, birthday boy!"

Axel carefully took the box into his hands, really gently, as if he could break it just by pressing his palms on it. "Thank you! But geez, you didn't have to. I was worried the whole day, you know? I thought that maybe you were mad at me for something."

He said that while pouting, it was so cute and worth the trouble. Scholar didn't regret his sprint and the whole day lost searching for the gift. "Haha! Of course not. Oh but don't shake the box, you might kill it. Also hurry up and open it, the lil guy needs light." Axel blinked a few times before following Scholar's advice, he tried to open the package as quickly as possible without damaging the wrapping. Needless to say that he wasn't being really successful.

"What do you mean?! Don't tell me it's a hamster or something! You know that we can't keep pets in the dorms, right? Tadashi is *so* gonna kill me if-" It wasn't an animal. Not a real one at least. "A... A toy?" It was a little puppy playing an electric guitar.

"Yup. It has buttons on his back, when you push them the doggo plays sick riffs for you. It has also light effects on the guitar." Axel looked at the toy with admiration. As if that dog made of plastic was a real puppy.

"Oh. My god. A puppy. Playing the guitar for me?!? This is the cutest and most precious gift I have gotten today!" "You like it?" "Are you kidding?! I love it! I'm gonna practice the guitar with him from now on! He's gonna be my little guitar buddy!"

Scholar felt so proud. So damn proud. It was a good call. It made him think about the fact that children often receive useful gifts from the adults rather than fun ones. There was always a craving for a new toy in a kid's heart rather than the need to get a new backpack or clothes. Scholar believed that every teenager in the world still had a child inside of them who would always secretly pass in front of a toy store while ogling at it but being too embarrassed to enter and take a look.

"I'm glad, to be honest I was a bit worried about it. I mean, you probably received a lot of pricey and more useful things today." By the time Scholar had said that, Axel already took the plastic puppy out of the box. "Excuse me? You think that there is something greater in the world than a doggo playing a guitar? Pathetic. And like I told you I'm gonna practice with this guy!"

"Uh. Don't you practice in the auditorium? What will you do when other people will see you hanging out with a toy?" Axel let out the loudest gasp of his life. "How *dare* you call my friend a toy?? Have you even heard him play?"

Axel pushed the button and some light effects emerged from the toy along with a guitar riff, so skillfully played that he felt almost ashamed when comparing himself to the dog. "Holy shit. This dog is better at playing the guitar than me..." Scholar laughed cheerfully, his laugh was followed by Axel's adorable giggle. "Well, I'm happy you like it. This way whenever you play the guitar, hopefully you'll think about me for a bit."

Axel tried to pull off the most flirty expression he could, the kind of stare that couldn't be mistaken for anything else. "Bold of you to assume that I don't think about you everyday, sweetheart." He would've been so persuasive... if it wasn't for the doggo made of plastic he was holding. Scholar couldn't keep it in any longer and laughed again. Needless to say that he was surprised when he noticed that Axel looked a bit hurt. "... Axel?" "That's so mean. I'm really trying so hard but it never gets through to you, you know?" Scholar's heart dropped into his stomach. "What?"

He heard that right, didn't he? What Axel said just now. As for Axel, in a matter of milliseconds he was already back to his usual smiling self, regretting what he had said. "Oh, haha! Whoops, that came out really wrong. Don't worry, I'm not upset for real. Um..." The hallway went silent and Scholar was really anxious. He felt as if he effed up big time. He was about to apologize and get it out in the open. The fact that he was actually really mortified at the thought of Axel disliking the gift. The fact that he had a crush on him for a little while now. The fact that he was a dumbass when it came to taking hints because he thought that Axel was like this with everyone. But before he could, Axel spoke again. "Don't make that face, you didn't do anything wrong. Look, let's hang out together soon. Just the two of us. Deal?"

Scholar wasn't so sure about the "you didn't do anything wrong" part, since he just noticed that Axel was in fact trying to flirt with him for a while now and he was constantly brushing it off while thinking that it was just his imagination wanting his feelings to be reciprocated. Scholar gulped, unable to say anything else other than: "Of course! Whenever you want, I'll be there."

Axel slowly closed the door... and immediately felt like the hugest moron of human history.

Because he knew. He knew that Scholar would never play dumb with something like that, he just genuinely did not think that he, Axel, could ever like him in that way. But now he knew. Axel just spelled it out for him loud and clear. Next time they see eachother there won't be any doubts in the way. Axel fondly looked at the puppy in his hands. "If only your previous owner knew how to take hints... Well, there's no going back now."

Axel pushed the button again and listened to the puppy's incredible guitar riffs for a while. Even hours and hours later, before falling asleep, he still couldn't get the image of Scholar's astonished face out of his mind when he finally realized what Axel felt towards him. Axel grinned. This kind of expression had no subtlety to it at all. Axel swore to himself.

The next time they see eachother he'll tell him clearly what he thinks, no hints, no silly pick-up lines. And then they'll kiss for sure.

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Here it is! Sorry, the last part was so cheesy 😂. I apologize 🙏🙏 Most of this was written at 3am when I couldn't sleep, because obviously everybody knows that the best moment to write something is when you're supposed to be asleep /s

This has so many plot holes, like for example how is it possible that Karolina didn't beat Scholar's ass the next day for yelling in the middle of the night?? Or how come Tadashi was nice towards Axel for once? That's so OOC, absolutely impossible.

Anyway, Wikimedia is obviously Wikipedia and the "lying tiger" shop is actually "flying tiger" (Not sure if this shop exists in the US.)

Well, thank you for reading!

#sweet elite #se #axel #fanfiction #please don't be cringy #in a few weeks I'll regret posting this #watch me delete it like YOINK

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naturallymessy · 4 years

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I didn’t know where else to turn so I came back here to be anonymous as best as I can while I write about my life.

It is an okay life. The past four years I’ve been in a relationship with my best friend. He’s helped support me through many tough times- recovery, suicide attempts, many unneeded aggressive and manic out breaks. He’s supported me with all my dreams and goals- but yet due to things in our past relationships and lives it has been really hard to grow. Due to being in an abusive relationship, and having major abandonment issues I have learned that relationships are one sided and that I can’t have my own life essentially. He learned from his last relationship lost his selfconfidence and worth due to her cheating to him while he was deployed and from that became unintentionally controlling. I realized this last year that it’s not healthy to only be dependent on him, and care only about his feelings. I need to be independent too. After getting out of my previous relationship I only had him- and I safely let that happen because he made me happy and comfortable. It makes the situation so hard because whenever I try and make friends and reach out to people he gets upset I’m directing my attention towards someone else since it’s so new into our life’s. He realizes that he’s getting upset over stupid things and he’s being toxic but then will continue to beat himself up and being the type of person I am I don’t want him to ever feel that way. Especially over something I’ve done no matter how in the right I am. So I learn not to do it- and start distancing myself from others again and become dependent on him. It’s being to feel like a never ending loop and I’m not sure what to do anymore. I know the best would probably be to breakup but he’s my best friend. With everything he’s helped me with he doesn’t deserve that type of pain. I’m just constantly fighting myself in my head and it’s getting to the point where I wish my head would explode already or something because honestly I’m getting really bad again and starting to truly believe that everyone would be better off without me and my wrist are starting to burn. I can’t go back to the mental hospital though because I don’t have the money to afford it, and can’t miss anymore work so I can start paying off my current ones before adding more and ugh. I just really hate myself. No matter what I do I seem to always be in the wrong and I’m tired of my attempts of being happy hurting the only person that really loves me and idk. Ugh.

On the plus side though- I’ve been getting more into music and have found some really good friends. Granted their online and I’ve never truly met them but some of them are starting to feel like real friends. It’s scary and causing me to overthink since it’s been so long since having one that I honestly don’t know what to talk about or how to hangout with friends but it’s a start! I’m at a good job, with good people and I know I’m over stressed about money and hours being cut due to the corona virus I’m still thankful I even have a job honestly. I’ve gotten back into music and going to shows. My anxiety still kicks up a lot, but with my new medications they’re getting a little easier to handle. Life in general is a little easier on them, was never a huge advocate for brain pills before but I’m starting to be okay with it and the fact I need 6 different pills a day to keep me from wanting to truly blow my brains out. It scares me thinking this way and I am trying my hardest to overcome these feelings- recently I was in the psych hospital where I started back up on medications- the last time taking them being around 15/16 and I’m currently 22. It was a really eye opening experience, and I honeslty became friends with some of the other patients. I haven’t really heard from a lot of them, and unfortunately know a couple who relapsed and are back at the hospital. I try my best to be strong for them though and stay in touch. Even through all this stress and roughness I’m still excited for the future and the day I can say I’m honesty okay.

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kpopnstuff1 · 5 years

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Unrequited Love

AN: Hope you find this Namjoon x Reader fic intresting. I worked hard on this and I hope you like it. Sorry if there are mistakes. Please send feedback and or requests. BORAHAE <3 <3 <3 <3

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Being out of school and into the real world had always scared you. Even if you were used to it. You had started working since you were 15 and you had always wanted it that way. Your family came from a lot of money, old money to be exact. Your great great something found oil somewhere and well the rest is history. You honestly didn’t care. You thought everything was so stupid. Your family always cared about social stance and stupid money related stuff. That is why you had left the U.S and moved to Korea. You wanted to separate yourself as much as you could.

You were lost in thought and had almost missed your bus stop. Today was your first day at a new job. You had applied as a secretary while you finished your schooling. It was going to be tough but you knew you could do both. Besides you weren't the only secretary. There were 2 secretaries above you. Apparently the CEO of this company needed 3 in order to function. You didn’t bother getting to know him since one of the other secretaries had told you that they would tell you everything you needed to know about your new boss. You had heard horror stories on how rude and how cold he could be so you had prepped yourself this morning. Making yourself feel so confidant, no one could make you feel bad.

“Ah you must be Y/N! You’re early, I like that. My name is Sunni and I’m Mr. Kim’s main secretary.” she extended her hand and you gave it a firm shake. “Tiffany is upstairs with Mr. Kim right now. She will be filling me in today. Poor girl.” she said as she gave you a sad look. “Okay follow me, I’m going to take you to our office.” You quickly followed behind. “We have an office?” you asked with a shaky voice. “Yes we have a small office. Mr. Kim gave us that room so all his things can be in one place. Plus that way all his paperwork is safe from prying eyes. It’s not too great but it’s better than a small desk in the halls like everyone else. Plus when Mr. Kim is busy outside of the office he has other secretaries. That’s when it gets fun because we can talk and listen to music while we work in our office. “Everything seems very fast paced. I’m kind of worried.” You laughed nervously as she opened a door. “Don’t worry, you will do fine. To be honest you have the easiest job out of the three of us. Anyway, please sit down.

You walked into the office, bigger than you had expected. There was a small grey couch and white rug in the center and three desks along the walls. The walls were a mint color and had twinkling lights on the wall. “This is so nice.” “Thank you Y/N. I hope you like it. Feel free to add things here and there.” you nodded.

It had been 2 hours since you had gotten there and she had gone over all the rules with you. You signed privacy papers and papers about falsification , you felt like you had signed your life away. “Mr. Kim is very careful huh?” “yes he is. That’s why he has a total of 5 secretaries. He keeps his life organized.” “Can I ask you a question Sunni?” she nodded putting all your papers in a folder. “So we basically went over everything he likes and how he is and all the rules. But what exactly am I going to be doing?” “oh Y/N, how silly of me. I forgot to tell you the most important thing. You will be taking care of his meetings. You will Schedule in any meetings that he might have and also schedule in his trips for said meetings. Also when he has meetings here in the office you will take notes for him. Any more questions?” You shook your head. “Let's go meet Mr. Kim.” your stomach turned. You were nervous to meet this man.

“Mr. Kim I would like you to meet Y/N. She is your meeting coordinator.” You bowed and he nodded. “Thank you Sunni, you can step out. I have some questions for miss Y/L/N.” She looked surprised as she left the room. “Please, sit down.” you sat down quickly. He kept looking you up and down, and that had made you so nervous. You felt your blood rush to your face and thinking about it only made your legs begin to shake. “So, why did you come to work for me miss Y/L/N?” “Well, I need a job to pay for school and i’m an organized person so I thought I would be great for this job.” He nodded. “I think you are in the wrong profession. You should be an idol or a model.” You were surprised by what he had said. You didn’t know how to respond so you just stayed quiet. He turned around to look at you. “You don’t think you’re pretty he?” he asked as he leaned on the desk in front of you. “I, ugh. I guess I am a little.” He smiled and it made you melt. Mr. Kim Namjoon was so handsome but you tried not to look at him or you would blush. “Pretty and modest. Hard to find these days. May I ask you something miss Y/L/N?” you nodded. “Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked as he sat next to you to rub your thigh.

“That is something private, but if you have to know. No I don’t.” you almost screamed. You had clearly cut the mood in him because he quickly stood up and walked to the door opening it for you. “That will be all, I will see you tomorrow.” he said without looking at you. You walked out and slammed the door. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest thing to do on your first day on the job, but he had crossed the line by asking you personal stuff and touching you.

The day had been so long, and you were exhausted. You never imagined being a secretary would take this much out of you. You arrived home and took a shower. When you were about to sit down to eat your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Y/N! How are you?”

“What do you need Mother?”

“How rude of you honey. Who says I need anything.” you sighed

“Because mother, every time you call me it's either to yell at me or because you need a favor.”

“Fine, I’ll get to the point. We have an emergency and we need you to step in. I know you hate these things but everything is set all you have to do is go and sign the papers.”

You rolled your eyes at your phone.

“Mother, I moved here to avoid all this shit. Why do I have to do it. Can’t my father come and do it.”

“We are on our way to the airport now but i’m afraid we won’t make it on time.”

You hated dealing with their important stuff. But at the end of the day they were your family and you were not about to let them down more that you already had.

“Fine, Where and what time?” the line went quiet. “Mother?”

“Well, were you work at 9. With Mr. Kim Namjoon. And honey please wear something nice. Something better than today.” she quickly hung up.

YPOV

What!! My mother would pull something like this. She had probably sent the investigator to check up on me and she took the opportunity to send me on her errands because of that. My mother had the habit of not talking to me for months but every so often she would send PIs to check up on me. It was annoying really, but it made me feel safer knowing they kept an eye on me.

I lost my appetite so I went to my room to look for something to wear. I found a maroon dress in the back of my closet and set it aside for tomorrow.

I shot up disoriented, I quickly looked at my phone. I had slept through my alarm. I quickly got in the shower and changed. I was going to miss my bus if I didn’t hurry up. I put on some makeup and brushed out my hair. I threw on some nude heels and grabbed the only designer bag I had brought to Korea. I caught a glance at myself in a hall mirror. It was funny how clothes made me look like a totally different person. The person in front of me looked like a million dollars. I laughed and quickly walked out of the building. “Miss Y/L/N.” “Oh my gosh, Sebastian! I haven’t seen you in ages.” “Hello to you too. I missed you Y/N. How is my munchkin doing?” Sebastian had been my driver since I was 11 so when I moved he had stayed back in the U.S. Sebastian was basically my father. Him and my nanny Marisol raised me while my parents were busy doing other things. I started to feel the tears coming. “Lets go Sebastian. I’m going to be late.”

“Thank you for the ride Sebastian. Lets eat lunch later okay.” he nodded and waved as I scurried into the building. I walked up to Tiffany’s desk a little shy. “Hi Tiffany, is Mr. Kim available for his 9 o’clock?” she was busy typing something in. “yea, but they are in his office now.” “who is that?” I asked a little shocked. Had I gotten the wrong time from my mother. Tiffany looked up “woah, Y/N you look….so different.” a nervous laugh escaped my mouth. “Well I’m supposed to be meeting him on a non work related thing.” “wait, are you the Y/L/N daughter. The millionaire family from the U.S?” shit, well there goes my job. “Yea, thats me. But please don’t change with me just because of that.” she smiled and nodded. “Well I believe your mother and father are inside. You can go in if you’d like.” “Thanks.” I said a little confused. I knocked on his office door and walked in without getting an answer first. “Ah the woman of the hour.” I rolled my eyes at him. He was looking out the window not even paying attention to me. “Mother...father. What are you doing here. I thought you weren’t coming until later tonight.” I said as I took a seat next to my mother. “Why would they not come to sign you over to me. It's the least they can do for all the trouble they have caused me and my family.” I shot up in my chair. “Sign over? What do you mean sign over?”

Namjoons POV

It's the least they can do for all the trouble they have caused me and my family.” I turned around. Right as I was going to say something I lost all track of thought. Y/N looked stunning and it shocked me a little. Yesterday she was cute and all but today she looked stunning, so beautiful. Almost angelic in a strange way. I sat down and tried to explain everything. “You see, your father here tried doing bad business with one of my competitors even though he has a contract with me. And I won’t except it. I’m going to blacklist your family.” “What! You can’t” she slammed her hands on my desk. She was inches away from my face. She smelled so sweet. “I Was going to blacklist your family, but your mother here saved the day. She came up with a better plan.” Y/N turned around and gave her mother a confused look. “Honey, you see we had to do this. We can’t ruin everything because of your stupid father. You have always done what you wanted and we let you. So you have to do this for us. Please just this once.” “Mother what are you talking about. Can anyone tell me what’s going on.” Her father finally spoke “You are marrying Namjoon. His family will spare us if you marry him.”

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You couldn’t believe what was happening. How could your parents sign you away without remorse. You snapped out of it and hit the first thing you saw, which was Namjoon’s face. “You two are done here. Leave me with Y/N.” Namjoon said in a stern face. Your parents quickly got up and left without speaking a word. “If you are going to be mad, be mad at your parents. Don’t take it out on me.” he said as he grabbed you by the wrist and lead you to the chair. You couldn’t help but begin to cry. You knew in your heart you wouldn’t deny the proposal and that’s what made you sad. That even though your parents didn’t give a crap about you. You still cared about them and of course your two younger siblings. “Look, I’m not as bad as you think. I’m really not too horrible. Yes I have my temper and maybe i’m kind of cold with people but we won’t even see each other much.” Namjoon said as he rubbed your shoulder. “Why me? Why marriage. Do you want someone to fuck then let's do that. But don’t make me give up my opportunity to marry someone that I love.” You started to reach for his pant zipper but Namjoon stopped you. “Look, to be honest i’m stuck in this just as you are. My parents arranged this with your parents. To me it's not a big deal because you’re beautiful and well I do what they want.” he stayed quiet. Almost showing you he was sad. “Why would they arrange something like this?” you asked as you got up to get some water. “I’m getting older and My father is sick and dying. When he leaves us he will leave everything to me. It looks better if i’m married. The investors will feel more secure in me managing the family companies. I don’t have time to mingle and go out so this is just easier for me.” You didn’t like any of it but you knew it was the right thing to do. “I understand, I will do it. Not for me, but for them. Even if they don’t think about my future I think about theirs and my siblings. “So how should we get to this?” “Well, you can hire anyone you want and plan the whole thing. I don’t care. We need to do it as soon as possible so please keep that in mind.”

“I don’t care about planning anything.” He rolled his eyes. “Okay I will have my secretaries plan everything. After the wedding you will move in with me. We have to keep up with appearances. Speaking of which. You will no longer work here. My wife will not be a secretary. And you might as well forget about school. You’re going to be a housewife like all the women I my family.” You were going to start fighting, but you had no strength. You simply nodded and walked out of the office. In that short amount of time your life changed. And not for the better.

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demigodofhoolemere · 5 years

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Saw Captain Marvel!

Spoiler free version: Amazing. It’s so so good to see Carol in live action, and I’m so happy they did her personality and her power set justice. Brie did an awesome job at bringing her to life, and I loved her journey (and I appreciated the nonlinear storytelling). The story was fantastic, and after a few years in a row of coming out of quite a few movies with various disappointments (largely regarding characterization issues or humor going overboard), it’s such a good feeling to not have my expectations dashed. All of the characters made me so happy, I love how real and human each one of them was. No unnecessary drama between the protagonists (unlike some people *cough*Avengers*cough*), just people who are genuinely friends, including unlikely ones. It’s certainly different from the origin story I’m used to, but I really enjoyed what they did. I’m also glad that adding something so big like this to the backstory of the MCU doesn’t shake things up too much; there are a few changes, but it didn’t come off as a retcon, at least not in the annoying way of most retcons. All in all, wonderful movie that left me crying happily, and also now leaves me looking suspiciously at my cat.

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- CAROL. Just Carol. I can’t overstate how much I loved seeing her. I love watching her fly around and use her powers and beat people up. That’s been my jam since 2012 and I’m still living for it. This has been a long time coming and it feels like newly meeting an old friend. She deserves every ounce of praise she’s been getting. I’m also always grateful when tough female characters have a well-developed personality, because if her entire character is only about being tough, then I have difficulty investing because there’s nothing to connect with - unfortunately that kind of character is a dime a dozen these days because in the effort to prove that women can stand up on the same playing field as men, they often just get injected with masculinity and it ends there, which can be frustrating. For all of Marvel’s other flaws with how it treats some of the female characters, they always manage to churn out a genuine human being who does not come from a cookie cutter. Carol gets to have wonderful human emotions, a balance between positives and flaws, and strength that does not come only from her powers. She is determined, full of spirit and life, she knows anger and empathy in equal measure. Getting to know her and love her as a person is why it’s so much fun watching her kick butt. It wouldn’t be the same if kicking butt was her only defining trait. Because I care so much about her I actually ended up crying just watching her do her thing, since it meant so much to see on the big screen. She is a protector of people, and she has fun doing it.

- I appreciate that they got the mohawk look in there without actually giving her a mohawk. Best of both worlds. Also loved seeing a couple of her other comic costumes when they were playing with the color schemes.

- Between the opening logo and the cameo, many tears were shed over Stan Lee. Thanks for everything, man.

- Thoroughly enjoyed the 90s music, aesthetic, and technology. The soundtrack was great, the outfits were great, and I especially loved that people had to just sit around and wait for something to load. Some 90s realism for you right there.

- Carol’s relationships with Maria and Monica are so so sweet, and so human. I’ll never get enough female friendships. Of course, I really adored them individually as well - Maria is wonderful and Monica is adorable. And the way Monica looks up to Carol is very nice foreshadowing for her future, if that’s the road they go down (I know there are plans for Kamala, so I guess we’ll see where Monica fits in).

- Goose! I’m still getting used to not calling him Chewie, but whatever. Precious alien cat by any other name is just as precious. I loved the special effects for the mouth.

- I liked seeing a younger, less hardened Nick Fury. He was very different, but not so different that you can’t believe it’s what he could have been like a couple of decades ago, and you do see familiar aspects in regard to him being a good spy and being useful in the action. Also, VERY RELATABLE cat enthusiast, which gains him a lot of points. Having Goose be the reason for his eye does detract a bit from the mystery and drama of it, but it’s not something I’m gonna get worked up about (I’ve spent far too much energy getting worked up over other movies, this is minor in comparison). What I AM gonna get worked up about is knowing that he’s going to get progressively more and more hardened by the world and I want to protect him.

- PHIL 💗💗💗 Ugh, it’s been too long since we’ve seen Coulson (in the MCU but also in general since AoS is taking five thousand years to come back). I loved seeing him pre-Iron Man, just the young rookie agent who hasn’t been through the wringer yet (I want to protect him, too). Just as sweet as ever and I love him ignoring orders to do what his gut knew was right - it shows why Fury has always trusted him so much, and it certainly foreshadows many instances in AoS. I’ve missed him.

- Very good call to have the Supreme Intelligence take on someone’s form rather than showcase the ugly giant green head. I also appreciated that they still managed to shoutout to the ugly giant green head with the tendrils wrapping around the person interfacing.

- Jude Law played a very interesting Yon-Rogg. Enjoyable without being particularly likable. All of the Kree were done well, I thought. Definitely nailed it as a warrior race who seem to have little care about the consequences of what they do, and yet simultaneously do look out for their own. Also interesting to see Korath and Ronan pre-GOTG. And it’s an unimportant detail, but I loved when you see soldiers with the sort of fin-like shape on the top of the helmet, since I’m very used to seeing that.

- Did NOT expect to ever in my life care about Skrulls. After EMH I’ve always been anxious about seeing them in live action, because who the heck can you trust? Well, uh, them, apparently. And while it’s a change, I’m definitely not going to complain, since this lowers the chances of having to go through a Secret Invasion arc at some future point (I mean, it could still happen, I’m sure there are still Skrulls who are genuinely awful, but it’s nice not to feel like I have to worry about having trust issues in the future). I’m so happy they didn’t kill Talos or his family. It’s very interesting to see an angle where the ones you view as the bad guys are just victims of a war that they don’t want to be part of, which happens all the time in real life, so why not have good eggs among the Skrulls?

- Okay, my ONE gripe is Mar-Vell. Turning him into a woman really wasn’t necessary. I’d seen a rumor about it, so I went into the movie lowering my expectations on that front, so I’m definitely not as disappointed as I would have been if it had come as a surprise to me, but still. I know why they did it, and it’s the same reason the comics recently retconned Carol’s history to make her mom a Kree so that her powers would be a natural part of her instead of something she gained from Mar-Vell’s DNA - a man isn’t allowed to be significant to a woman’s backstory now. There’s feminism and then there’s doing everything possible to erase men from an equation, and I find that to be over the top. But to Marvel’s credit, they pulled it off well enough that I’m not anywhere close to being as upset as I could be about it (they also pulled it off with the Ancient One and Ghost, but that’s different for me since I really didn’t have any strong knowledge of or connection to those characters beforehand which makes it easier to accept - I’ve known and cared about Mar-Vell for years, so it does sting a bit that now we’ll never get to see him as he was). Overall, kind of annoying and if I could change it I would, but I’m getting used to changes like this (and it’s still not as bad as other things I’ve gotten annoyed with them over), so I’ll accept it and deal.

- Not a gripe but a question - what’s the timeline with the Tesseract now? Howard Stark found it, and then it was in SHIELD custody ever since and right up to The Avengers, so... did Lawson steal it at some point? What’s our in-universe explanation for this one? If they gave one I didn’t catch it.

- THE AVENGERS INITIATIVE. Way to get my waterworks going. It made me so emotional that I’m not really even upset that Jan still doesn’t get to be the one to give the name (at this point, after everything that’s been done to remove her from the narrative of the origins of the team, I really can’t expect anything else and I’ve made my peace). I don’t know if it’s just the nostalgia factor, or the fact that Endgame is coming up, but that part just made me lose it.

- The credits scene, ohhhhh boy. I immediately registered that it was Steve by his posture and I lost my mind even further. I’m gonna miss the crap out of that guy. And then Nat showed up, and Rhodey and Bruce, and I just... agdjshsjsh. I’m NOT prepared for that to be the next movie and I’m definitely not prepared to see it in only a month. Don’t get me started on the pager. CHILLS. And seeing Carol show up in the compound asking about Fury... I’m fragile. Someone please hold me.

#marvel #captain marvel #spoilers #marvel spoilers #captain marvel spoilers #review

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nana-lew-rp · 5 years

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Start By Saying Hi, Ask Her What Her Name Is|| MortiL3w AprilAU

@suzydoozy @felixpierp @crywastaken-rp @wishes-in-the--markmark @jeremydooley-rp @goldenbrowncrownrp

Suzy had really thought he was the one. Guess not, but that was high school she guesses. Arin passing her in the halls made her both weak and angry. Seeing him walk around with her twin sister. She’s smart, at least, and doesn’t bring him to the house when she’s there and lets her know when he’s coming over. It looks like love, it sounds like love. She couldn’t be anything but bitter. Here she was once again: Thursday night karaoke with Ro, Cry, and Felix; drinking all the Shirley temples and burning out their juice and fruit smoothies at the bar; she’s been thinking about how many of her classmates come and do the same thing. Their school always let them out early on thursdays and fridays, even when the bus schedule didn’t add up. Suzy was one of the few girls who had to travel to the private campus everyday in order to get the college-prep education she needed. It was one cross-town train to the local trolley to the closest school bus pickup point. Hence, her friends hang out when they’re not working on thursday nights and drive her home so that she gets home okay. She could feel herself slipping, and her friends made her agree to this after she hadn’t made it home twice already because she had spaced out and missed her connections to get home. Confused, she could hear the voice in her head and hear *that* voice in her head. It had really put her in her paces.

She ignored it for so long and her mom had told her that the doubt monster is trying to come out, so she shouldn't open her mouth and let him out. And she was right, it was dumb. Being hung up on Arin like that. There were plenty of other things for her to focus on...right?

As much as she appreciated her friends, it felt real corny to sit at this bar and nosh on food playing the games, topping each other's scores on the arcade, and singing til they were tired like these times aren't changing soon. Or that, well, she was changing.

---------------------------------------------------- Shawna had to be picked up again from the hospital. Yet another catatonic episode. It was so bad that they considered electro-shock therapy to see if stimulating her nerves would produce different results in her brain chemistry. She had been in such a terrible spiral with Andrew, it was a miracle Ray and Jeremy said something when they could. She had just moved to this private school, and Ray and Jeremy agreed to come, too, so that she had familiar faces up there. So far, so good. She still overall didn't like to talk much. She'd gotten into the random fight here and there, but a fairly b-list child.

It just happened to be passed down to Ray that they could hang out at this little karaoke bar near the school and they could play at the arcade and sometimes the kids who played in bands or wrote poetry would be there. It was almost like everyone was welcome as long as they weren't jock assholes. He'd suggested that Thursday night they miss the usually early train out of the town and go to this place so that he can see about these scores being beat. Jeremy was taken by the word "score" but was totally excited. They brought Shawna because hopefully it'll take her mind off of things- anything but another night in the house helping her lockdown before bed or staying with her until she fell asleep. She needed to be strong, and her training started now. ---------------------------------------------------- "Suzy!" ... "Suze!" ........ "Suzy!!!" "Ugh...huh? What? Uhh I'm sorry. What was going on?" "You froze right before you could say yes-" the waiter began. "T-To what...exactly?.." "Uhh..let's see..she said her usual Cheap Date Cheese fries, a Comedy Comes In Threes with extra mozzarella sticks, a large dirty Chai ChaCha- hold the caramel made with soy milk-, Cresent Moon Burger with mushrooms, and the next available slot on stage-" "Yeah yeah she's good, shell take it," Felix jumped up, "Stagger out the food please but bring the drinks," he smiled at her, "She clearly had something catch her up...and while you're at it, can you throw in a virgin Sex on the Sunrise?" "Sure thing! I'll be right back with those drinks and listen out for your name." "Uhh...thanks," Suzy replied meekly, "Put it on my tab." "Are you gonna talk to her?" Cry asked leaning in and looking across the bar at the other booth to the group. "No!" Suzy bit back, turning her head back and forth, doodling on her napkin shakily. "Why not?" Felix asked, "You should make friends that aren't guys."

"Hmph!" Shawna pouted, folding her arms and leaning back as her milkshake and Comedy Comes in Threes is sat in front of her. I'm just saying that maybe if you weren't around as many of... us..then maybe you'd feel better about guys because a girl told you we're trash said Jeremy, signing to Shawna across the table. "Ew," Ray said, as she received her food, "You like to eat onions..I forgot." "But they're onion rings, they're battered and there's mozzarella sticks and corn fritters, so-" What in the hell is that? asked Jeremy. "The corn fritter?" she asked, sipping her milkshake, he nods, "It's just a cool mix of corn and cream corn fried up." "Ew," Ray interjected. Yum, Jeremy replied. Ray shook his head as he ate his fries and bit into his eggplant burger, Eggs Can't Plant Seeds. They ate quietly and were entertained by all the people going up for karoke and it wasn't long before Ray had pulled them into the arcade. Jeremy sat with yet another order of their Kastu Chicken Pops and a soda as Ray and Shawna competed furiously- yelling over the thumping and clacking of the cabinet controls.

Next Up: Shawna and Suzy! Both girls looked at the stage, nervous. Shawna doesn't usually sing and the song she picked doesn't require a lot of it so she took a few deep breaths and started towards the stage once Jeremy was done massaging her shoulders. Suzy was confused. She didn't know what person had picked to do the song she starts her night with. Nobody that she knows knew that song. And most people who came in wouldn't even utter the song into the mix because of it's tone. The girl hopped up and walked to the stage and saw the girl that had stopped her in her tracks earlier sauntering up to the steps on stage. Suzy was a bit overwhelmed that the girl was around the same height as her and that she smelled amazing. Her small frame didn't really match her huge wavy hair, but it hid her curves on purpose, and up close they could be seen. Shawna looked like she was a normal girl who liked the latest trends and wouldn't even know the song she picked. Maybe they just threw her up here on random because she's new and didn't know what to pick so they filled the space. It's a duet anyway so it makes sense.

Ray and Jeremy had been standing adjacent to the table where Felix, Cry and Ro's booth was located, but not to their knowledge. Felix had noticed and stood up to confront them.

"Yo," he said. Are we in the way? Can you not see? Jeremy asked almost futile when he turns around to see Felix in his face. "Sorry I don't speak not mouth words- Curly Top, you speak english?" he asked. "He asked if we are in yall way. And Curly Top isn't my name, it's Ray, pretty boy," Ray rebuttled. "I'm flattered but I'm taken," Felix replied, pointing a thumb behind him to Cry, "And no, you guys aint in the way. I'm actually wondering if you wanted to sit with us." The two boys looked at one another and then back to the Swede, "And just why would we do that?" Ray asked, making a face. "Why? Our friends are on stage right now. And our girl likes your girl. Maybe we should hang out. Plus you guys are new and we're regulars...Come on, drinks and apps on us," Felix offered, gesturing towards the stage, then to the table where Ro waved at the other boys. "Bold of you to assume we'd be up for it...And how exactly does your girl like Shawna?" Ray asked, pushing Jeremy's chest to hold him up as he had started to walk towards the table to sit down, "You don't know us-" "You go to the same school as us..That's an Institute tie. That's cause for trusting us- we would see each other tomorrow anyway," Felix had said, flipping the boy's loosened tie on Ray's chest, which he swatted his hand away. "Do not touch me, Blondie," Ray quickly replied, "And even then, why should we trust you?" "We hide here from the popular kids and wait for the bus for our girl upstage. We're here today only because she's going through a breakup and could use a distraction. And by distraction, I mean a bi-straction. Is your girl on the spectrum?" Jeremy nods, She's bi, but keep talking- oh! And get back to the food and drinks I want more! "Dude I still don't understand you. You think you could, like mouth your words or something? I really don't speak ASL-" "He said she's bi and he's just asking about the apps and drinks," Ray said, "I'm sure it's a tough time for her, but there's a girl sitting right there, isn't there?" "Yeah but she's taken by someone with a Y-chromosome. Are you her boyfriend or something?" "No but-" "Then let's just give it chance; if it doesn't work then you'll have gotten us out of some food and drinks and we can act like this night never happened-" "Let me finish! Mr. Adonis!" Ray said, "I'm not her boyfriend but our whole reason for being here is because she got out of a very messy relationship as well and she needs to not worry about dating anyone just yet. If you're trying to get her to join some...crazy threesome-" "God! They're about to start, yes or no?!" Felix snapped. "Sure thing...but please also works," Ray shrugged as the moved past him and sat with the rest of Suzy's group. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Those flashing lights come from everywhere... Shawna watched the girl take the other microphone and pull the stand closer to her. The stage lights moved to point to the disco ball that turned in the corny fashion of the bar. The music slowly rose and her hands started to sweat and her heart began to race. She clutched the microphone as the song began and knew she had time to get herself together before the song had any vocal parts. She looked at the other girl next to her. She was intense even in all of this dark lighting, but she could feel her apprehension at them sharing a stage. Suzy had her uniform on but the sleeves of her jacket were rolled up, her long black hair loose and sitting on her shoulders (as opposed to the strict ponytails and braids they are allowed while class is in session) with her tie undone. Her rebellious look contrasted Shawna's wildly and then she hadn't noticed that the girl was trying to get her attention before her voice had brought her out of the focusing she was doing.

The way it hit'er, I just stop and stare, but I... Suzy had scanned the other girl over as she climbed up the stage herself and got in position. It's not the first time that she's had to share the stage with another person during a song that she picked and it's fine usually; however, today garnered more trouble because she had developed a crush on the other girl almost at first sight. She now got a good look at the girl. She's so...simple. Her hair fluffled out from obviously being in two french braids and a bang all day, causing wavy mane that fell just right. She wore light red lipstain over the other's black lipstick, which she couldn't get away from because her lips were so naturally full. Her frame was slight and curvy. She yanked her eyes back up as the music prompted the girl to start. She began slowly and watched the girl. Taking a longer pause with a larger breath into the lyric. Her cheeks were starting to feel hot but she held strong through the musical flourish and looked at the girl one more time to see if she'd fill in the song.

I'm lovestoned and I could swear that she knows. I think that she knows, oh..oh... Shawna jumped into the second verse and turned to the girl next to her and was so intimidated. Even though it was a song they both knew independently, it felt like they knew the song together in that moment for the first time. She bit her lip when she breathed and tried to lose herself in the lights. It made her feel faint, so she tried to side step out of the beam, crashing into the girl. Instead of getting pushed, she felt an arm around her sides, which stabilized her. Her hunched, defenseive state relaxed into the girl and her light perfume she still had on. From where she stood now, Shawna could see her friends sitting with a bunch of other kids who went to the school, a couple she had seen before. Everyone had heard or at least seen the blonde boy with the accent and his boyfriend with the mask. She hadn't been there very long and knew of them. She's friends with those boys? She's way out of her element here.

Those flashing lights come from everywhere (those flashing lights come from everywhere) Suzy joined her and felt so excited by their duet coming together, not to mention the fact that she's holding the girl's side to keep her from stumbling off of the stage. She turns to her and backs up, holding the girl's hand instead as she sang. It was cute that they were around the same height and donned two different styles. However, it just felt like this isn't the end. They continued the duet and her and Shawna finally locked eyes, their brown eyes shining in the light. Shawna's honey pots showed her benevolence and just sweet approach to things, where Suzy was a little rough around the edges in looks and her willingness to remain consistent. No girl in the school really chooses to express her goth style like her, and after years of getting punished for violations to the uniform and petitioned for some relaxation of the uniform policy at the school, which through her diligence and some concessions, she had won. Shawna looked to Suzy like a girl who only has enough personality to follow the guidelines, and feels as though some people can't just not be themselves for the sake of eduaction for several hours. It was the type of plain that made her want to know if there was anything underneath, even if she stole just an additional glance from her it would let her know that she's not always the straight arrow she presents herself to be.

The way they hit'er I just stop and stare (stop and stare), I'm loved stoned from everywhere (everywhere) and she knows, I think that she knows, oh..oh.. Shawna was dazed and really encompassed in the song, especially when she looked into the eyes of the girl in front of her. She wanted Suzy not to leave her side, her touch felt so needed. Everything about her when she came into this restaurant was dead until she touched her side. She was welling up with courage for when the song ended to say what she needed to say and hopefully, find out how she can see this girl at school. She had Jeremy and Ray here, she wasn't about to leave them alone while she either made a new friend or invested time in a new fling, plus she had to go home. However, she would be willing to get chewed out for this. For her, at least. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- They finished the song nearly kissing and their friends looked at one another around the table, knowing that something had happened on stage. Shawna was rosy with embarrassment, her neck exposed from her pushing her hair to one side as to give herself more air. Suzy, who was just as sweaty, hadn't realized they had walked down off the stage hand in hand, and when she released it, she wiped her hand on her skirt. That was the hottest karaoke I've ever seen, said Jeremy. "Oh my god, shut up, Jerry!" Shawna snapped at him, sliding on the end next to Ray, who threw an around her. "Have fuuun up there? It looks like you did," Ray asked, biting into a corn fritter, handing the girl one out of the basket, "Have you had these? Here, eat one."

"Yeah, did you have fun up there, Suze?" Ro asked, smiling at her as she beamed, it gave her such a delight to see her friend full of life again. "She just eye-fucked the hell outta that girl, are you kidding me?" Cry said, laughing as he took another mozzarella stick, receiving a gentle nudge from Felix. "Please excuse my boyfriend, he's had one too many RedBull By the Horns," Felix said calmly, but his smile never left him. "Wait, you two are dating?" Shawna asked after swallowing her bite, "I almost couldn't tell, I'm sorry." "You weren't really supposed to, because the school can be really weird about gay couples, but yes they are extremely gay and in a homosexual relationship," Suzy said, sipping her drink, keeping eye contact with the girl on the other side of the table.

There was a little bit of silence as Shawna at times shied away from her gaze, then returned it, both giggling at each other. "You said you guys were outcasts, I don't think that's true," Ray challenged, not paying attention to his friend engaging in quiet flirting. "We are, most of the people at the school are vloggers, who do you know that's there who bakes, games or even vlogs nerdy dark shit like Suzy? You don'!" Felix explained, pointing a finger and dipping a Katsu Chicken Pop into the sauce and eating it. We're nobodies. And Shawna's new, we're like, transplanted nobodies, Jeremy mentioned. "Hahah...yeah, they get it, Jer, we're nobodies," Shawna said, sipping her drink and then shifting her focus back to Suzy, who gestured they play in the arcade alone. "But we're nobodies who have a bond, we understand ASL," Ray said, not paying attention to Shawna getting up from the table.

"Is that a thing you did for Jeremy, or was it like, something you guys just happened to know?" Ro asked, watching Suzy and Shawna sneak off with their drinks and a basket of Comedy Comes in Threes. "We're not a couple and I've known him for years and he actually taught me for years, labour for the love of friendship," Ray said, "Easy to talk to him privately when people just think you look weird." "I will give you that, it does raise your friend dynamic factor significantly," Cry mentioned, then noticing two girls and a basket of food gone, "Where's the Comedy Comes in Threes?" "Shawna and Suzy took it with them on their first date to the arcade," Ray said, pointing behind them to the arcade where the girls were playing and talking.

"Good, I hate onions," Felix said, shrugging. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Shawna and Suzy were laughing it up as they talked at the foosball table, discussing things and various interests. "This is the first time I've seen you around here, and in Institute colours..You new?" Suzy asked, working their way around a pool table. "Uhhmmm, yes..but only a few months," Shawna replied, lining up her shot, listening to the balls clack, the cue ball not making one sink. "Few months, huh?..Well, I've been there a couple o' years as of next August," she replied, sinking her ball and watching the others around it fall in. "Oh..uhh, okay..I-Is it...hard?" Shawna asked, looking up at her again, "You know..getting therapy and going to school up there, like can you keep your grades?" "Yeah, they make it, real easy..even if you miss class because you needed extra treatment..They give you tests and time in study halls to catch up for the next tests and even offer exam prep." "Wooww...The placement test to get in-" "Is just a ploy for the parents to think this is some ivy league college prep school when really it's for-" "People like us?" They gave long stares at one another as they laughed lightly and exchanged glances longingly, wondering what their next move was as Shawna put up their cues and followed her with just their drinks to a Mrs. Pac-Man cabinet. Suzy brushed against the girl's waist with her forearem, causing her to turn around to respond, but found her side against the game's side. Shawna's eyes met with the other girl's in the dim light with other colours surrounding them. Shawna breathed a little, feeling the coolness of the acrylic against her back through her shirt and made her aware enough to look around and realize they're in between two games, and not originally facing the dining room like she thought before. It was quieter and much nicer to hear her and chat, and the game they both wanted to play was right there when they were done. Their legs crossed one another and made it comfortable in this cramped spot, the music just enough, but not too much. She became a little concerned about her safety. Her friends don't know their way around this arcade and she's tucked in between someplace in this dark, crowded bar. She breathed hard and felt fingers on her chin, "Did you know that you beat me?" Suzy asked, looking at the girl across from her. "Huh..huh..what?" Shawna asked, getting more aware again, following the movement to the other girl's eyes, "What'd I do?" "You beat me..in pool. I figured you'd checked out because I touched you..It confused you. Crowded and loud isn't your style," Suzy explained, looking at her and stroking her face with her thumb, "It's alright you can relax. I'm not gonna do anything crazy." Shawna never felt more grounded in that moment. She was looking at Suzy, who had an unsure smile on her face as well. She's been here before and she's certainly done this before. Who exactly had she done this with to figure this out? It doesn't really matter right now, does it? Whatever the case was, she was good at it. Her eyes glowed in the soft light and her hair was cascading over her shoulder. Her hand was soaked with sweat, but it was from her hand, and it trembled a little. She wasn't together, either. This was all rather intimate. Suzy smiled at the girl as best she could, and liked that she smiled back. They continued talking about how they learned to play pool and how they both like quite a few of the same arcade games. They giggled and laughed as they sipped their drinks and spoke to one another, hearing and watching occasional people pass them by, but no one ever noticed. It was their own little getaway in the middle of a crowd. Shawna warmed up as soon as she realized that's what was happening. The next thing she knew the girl was playing with the tail of the bottom of her button down, still glancing back up, but was biting her lip. God, she'd never seen someone bit their lip and turn her on like that. Suzy took her lips in and made eye contact with the girl again. "You know what you're doing, right?" Suzy asked, leaning back and chuckling nervously, her frustration blowing out of her breath. Shawna took her lip in one more time, then nodded slowly with a smile. She still held onto the girl's shirt and started to wind her hand to pull her back in. Suzy obliged and quickly pushed her hands up the side of the girl's face and pressed against her, kissing her lips gently. It took the both of them off guard, Shawna bringing her hands away from her shirt and underneath, pulling the girl in by her waist, feeling her soft skin. Their skin grew hotter even though their position stayed the same.

"What do you think they're doing?" Ro asked, forking around her Pie in the Sky cake. "They're not in the bathroom, so they're not fucking," Ray mentioned, shrugging. "They're probably still in the arcade," Cry said, rubbing a sleepy Felix's arm. I saw them there, but it seems they disappeared, Jeremy said. "Suzy likes to hide between the games when she's overwhelmed and can't focus," Ro explained, "It muffles the sound and the noise." "Great, so they're fucking in between the games in an arcade," Ray said, "I'm not breaking that up." "Ew! And stop saying those things..It's way too gross over there, it's only in emergencies-" Ro began, then her face fell apart at the thought, and she shuttered before her phone rang, "Hello?...Uh yeah, we're still at the bar..I'm waiting for Su-...I'm on my way.." "You gotta go?" Cry asked, looking at Ro. "Mark was just checking in, I'm supposed to uh..he's making sure I get uhh..we have to study..it's getting late," Ro stumbled through the words after the phone call. "Okay you can go ahead, Rosie," Felix said, finally awake again, and getting up, "I'm gonna walk you to the train and Cry can grab the two newlyweds." "Oh..okay..we just gonna drive them home-" Cry began to ask. We're just chopped liver? Jeremy signed, with confusion on his face. "Them includes you two. I don't think it'll matter. We're just gonna hang out until these two gotta go home," Cry continued, "Where does she live?" "Hallowed Grove, off 5th, it's a 2-hour train ride from the school," Ray explained, "30-minute walk to the train station." "Sounds like we're going in the same direction, she lives on 13th a little past Markle," Cry says, "It's a 20-minute walk to the 15-minute bus to the station, 2-hour 15-minute train ride." "Wow, that's far," Ray said, looking at Jeremy, "Well, we can get a ride from Shawna's house." "Fine. We should get going, we've got a test in the morning," Cry said, pulling his car keys out of his pocket. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shawna and Suzy are pulled out of their world by Cry, and they follow one another hand in hand. Their friends all pile into Cry's mom's minivan, and drive off into the night. The ride in the car is fairly quiet due to the energy being drained from the bar. Shawna and Suzy continue to coo with one another and talk quietly while the others sleep and Felix drives. "So uhh...what happened with your ex?" Shawna asked, tracing imaginary lines into Suzy's stomach. "He was cheating on me with my sister, and is currently dating her. She's very respectful about it, but he's..relentless. She tries not to tell me anything about him or what he says, but we go to the same school. It's unavoidable.." She explained, "Wh-what about you?" "He and I hit it off even though we're on two different side of the high school food chain..Then he told me all of this was for his childhood friend who wouldn't date him yet and that I essentially didn't matter. He was the reason I breathed...and then, she died in a drunk driver incident and...he rejected me even after he tried to take his own life for her. And...just like that..everyone hated me, when I liked being ignored better," Shawna sighed, picking the dirt out of her nails and shrugging. Suzy nods and bites her lip, "So..are you really..uh..uhm...or is it for show?" "Are you questioning my sexuality?" Shawna asked, giving her a confused look to which Suzy stares. The brunette giggles and kisses the girl's cheek, "I've known since I was like 13..I didn't do it a lot and at times Andrew would exploit it, but...I hadn't been in a real relationship with a girl before." "Oh..Well I-I dunno.. This all just kinda..felt..right? You know, just for the time. I'm not straight? I just..I dunno," Suzy stumbled, getting embarassed. "It's alright. I'm not in the market of judgement. I blame the song. It's very suggestive of lesbian attraction," Shawna joked lightly, making Suzy smile, "You don't have to care if you don't want to. We had fun tonight, and I know my friends wanted that for me. Plus, I'd tell you when I'd make you my girlfriend...and it's just not something I'm in the business of. I'd hate to do to someone what Andrew did to me...or worse..c-cus..I don't know anything else right now..you know?" "I like that," Suzy said with a nod, cuddling to Shawna, "I'd let you take the lead anyway, because I have no clue what I'm doing at all!" "I wouldn't be so quick to say that..You have a certain way about you that took me out of my usual slump lately, and being on stage with you had me breathless..you've got an appeal. It's not mysterious, but I just was... enamoured about what you'd do to me," Shawna explained, getting lost again in the moments. "Wow...You..you think so?" Suzy asked, looking up at the girl, messing with the bottom of her skirt. "Yeah..we don't have to be..like..together, but if you wanna see where this leads..f-for science reasons-" "You mean like Felix and Ryan?" Suzy mentioned, "Except that..they're like, actually gay? They had a trial period for a while and we're doing it at first for a completely different reason, but now..they're.." "Happy?" "Yeah..happy..I think that's why we have friends and some friends become our boyfriends and girlfriends," Shawna said, giving a weak smile, "That's what Andrew told me, at least when he acted like he really loved me." "I think the words were more true than the person," Suzy added, "We should cast a spell on him." "He's graduating from my old school this year, I think karma's worked a whole bunch in my favor," Shawna rebutted. "Nothing crazy, just some unfortunate happenings and a few nightmares of his twisted game," Suzy said, "That's what I've been doing to Arin." "You're a witch?" Shawna asked, getting more direct, "I mean..there's nothing wrong, but..do you have a coven?" "Well I mean I'm trying..right now it's me, Leda, and Kristen-" "And let me guess, they're together too?" "Nope..Kristen's been trying to cast a love spell on this guy in her history class named PJ, and Leda's...I dunno what Leda does. Sometimes she's with Charlie, sometimes she's not, sometimes she's with Cyr, sometimes she's not. We see her deal with this Cameron guy every once and a while," Suzy said, "So they'd be okay with no strings attached for me and a fourth." "Uhh..I'll see about being a fourth, but I'd like to see about casting the spell on him...as for no strings attached..I'm down if you're down." "GOD! ONE OF YOU SAY YES!" Felix snapped from the front seat. "FUCK YOU!" the girls said in unison, then looked at one another and laughed, sharing a kiss.

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yoongiandchiminie · 6 years

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P R E S S U R E { 9 }

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{Part 1} {Part 8}

Pairing: Reader X Yoongi

Word Count: 5,196

Genre: Romance, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Cursing, Smut

Summary: After dating for almost 3 years, the armys and Yoongi’s label have found out about your relationship. Now you have to deal with it in your extraordinarily normal life.

It’d been a year since that day. A year since I’d signed that contract and everything had changed. Everything had been okay in that year. Slow Burn was doing fairly well in America and in South Korea as well. We were doing so good that we’d even been invited to an award show. According to our manager, we’d been begged to be in attendance. We were all aware it was due to our relationship with BTS, but we didn’t mind. It was an excuse to see them.

Our American tour had wrapped about a week ago and we were preparing for the international one in a few weeks. The American one was full of surprises. Along with the crowds that made our eyes light up, it was full of things I wished we’d never had experienced. On the second to last show of the tour, in California, a “fan” had gotten through security and onto the stage. I didn’t notice until he was trying to pull Julianna off of it. The bass line had stopped and the crowd was full of gasps.

I was closest to her on stage and knew I could get their first to help her. So, I dropped the mic and run over, pulling her away before he could drag her off and threaten her with the knife he held in his hand. It was a terrifying moment and I was truthfully surprised I acted within it. I guess it was just the mom instincts I held that came out- but I really did something important that night.

Other than that scary experience, touring was truly fun. We even ended up writing while on the tour bus too and as much as I never wanted to be stuck that close to Anthony again, I was looking forward to the next one. He’d chosen the bunk above me and his tossing and turning (Along with snoring) kept me up through the night. He knew it bothered me too and that I was a light sleeper, so he was happy.

Slow Burn had been in South Korea for about two days now preparing for the award show and there was still no sign of BTS. I’d gotten a few texts from him saying how excited he was to see me and such, but I hadn’t seen his face other than from his selcas on twitter. So, I knew I had to look good tonight. I knew we all did. We were to act with the utmost respect and be very thankful to have even been invited.

So, we did. We looked fucking beautiful and now we were in the van on the way to the red carpet. I hadn’t gotten this nervous in a while, but here were butterflies in my stomach about this whole event. Especially seeing Yoongi in person after three months.

“You look gross.” Anthony bothered me, picking up on my nerves from my leg shaking the slow moving vehicle. We were currently waiting online to get out of the van. From my secret twitter account where I followed BTS fan accounts, I could see they’d arrived and Yoongi was looking around. It was presumed he was looking for me.

“You don’t really mean that, do you?” My face dropped for a second and Luke shook his head from next to the asshole.

“He doesn’t, that’s just his way to get his nerves out.” Luke sighed, leaning forward to pat my shoulder.

“I wish we could get him out.” Alicia groaned and Anthony shot up to defend himself. He opened his mouth, came to a realization, and then shrugged it off. “Wow, he gave up.”

“Surprising.” Julianna’s small voice added. Her eyes were glued to the window, watching the hundreds of people screaming and running around outside. “There’s gonna be so many cool people here tonight… Seventeen is supposed to be here!” She was super excited as all three of us had recently got more into listening to K-Pop. Seventeen was Julianna’s favorite group and knowing her she’d pass out if she made eye contact with Yoon Jeonghan.

Everything with her and Taehyung had died down about a month after that night in the city. They’d ended up having a talk and decided not to tell Jungkook in the end. They figured it would crush the bunny, so they just went back to being friends with no benefits. It was mainly his idea. Then to bury her depressed self, she got into Seventeen and when we weren’t working on the band, Jeonghan was her life.

“I’m going to throw up.” Alicia spoke to all of us as our van was the next one in line. I shook my head at her and she nodded, affirming her notion. “Why am I more stressed about this than performing?”

“You were stressed about that too.” Luke added.

“Because we can’t understand half of these people.” Anthony sighed, leaning forward and fixing his jacket. “I mean- you three can with your- Ugh. You guys are a mess.”

“Shut up.” I cleared my throat and our car slowly began to move, “We’ll be okay, like we always are. Let’s just stick together, alright? You already know that’s the motto.”

“Yeah. Like we always do.” Luke nodded. We all smiled and looked around through each other. I took this as my chance to move to the opposite side of the car. I realized I was sitting in front of the door and would be let out first. “What the fuck are you doing?!” he called me out, but it was too late. I was victorious.

Luke reached forward and opened the door, stepping out first. The moment I could see the red carpet without a screen between us, my ears were overwhelmed by yelling for the attractive man. Julianna came out next, Luke reaching forward to help her out. He helped out Alicia as well and then Anthony jumped out. When it was my turn, Alicia helped me. Luke had this fear that if he was seen even touching me, rumors would start; especially here in my boyfriends castle.

My eyes scanned the place ahead of us and I made sure to keep a nice and sweet smile on. I was desperate to even catch a glimpse of him. As I spotted his raven colored hair in the distance, I could feel my heart pick up the pace. He didn’t notice me yet and I couldn’t easily run over. So, I had to stay put and talk to everyone that approached me. Easy enough?

My Korean had gotten better, but thankfully there was a translator with us for every interview we were brought into. I tried to speak without him, but it was tough at the volume and speed everything was going. My nerves were calm, but they got worse once I managed to get separated from everyone.

I was dragged off to talk to someone separately while they were caught up in an interview. I stood off to the side, waiting for them to be done, but it didn’t seem like it was ending anytime soon. The four of them were caught up in some conversation, so I turned my attention to the hundreds of screaming fans off to the side. A few of them called out to me, so I waved and sent small finger hearts that I’d learned were important here.

My attention was so focused on them, that I didn’t feel a presence creeping up behind me until he tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around hoping for it to be Yoongi, but instead it was someone I’d never had the pleasure of meeting. I was face to face with Kwon Jiyong, aka G-Dragon. I truthfully never thought I’d get the chance to meet him, but the smile on my face made it clear I was happy for this.

“Hey.” he led off with. “I know we’ve never spoken, but I saw that clip of you helping the other girl from your band. I wanted to commend your bravery and saw you alone so- I figured it would be the perfect time to do so. So, good job.” he smiled and extended his hand to me. Something inside told me not to, but of course I did anyways.

“Ah, thank you so much!” I exclaimed, smiling my cheeks off. “It’s nice to meet you! I love your music.” I complimented.

“Same as well. Your voice is very nice.” he nodded, “I was wondering if you’d like to sing with me tonight? I’m doing a stage for my song Black and the woman that was supposed to sing the vocals came down with the flu and can’t be allowed here tonight.”

“Are you- Are you joking?” I was at a loss. This couldn’t be real, but here it was. He shook his head no. “Yes? I’d love to? Am I even allowed to-”

Before he could open his mouth to respond, an interviewer came over and asked if we had a moment to speak to her. Of course he quickly said yes and I was at a loss for what she began to say into the camera. I was so caught up in the conversation we were in the middle of that I was only brought back into it when he placed his hand on my waist and began to speak in english.

“For a last minute change of events, Y/N will be performing with me tonight!” he smiled a shy smile, but his eyes read for ages into the camera. The interviewer cheered and they began to speak in Korean again while I shook his hand off of me. I felt eyes drilling into the back of my head and simply knew he was close. I excused myself from the interview and turned around to see my band ready to move on.

Once I’d told them about what had just happened, they were in complete awe. The guys were confused about him touching me, but the girls were so caught up in the stage that would be happening later. Anthony and Luke eventually dropped it, getting excited about the extra expose Slow Burn would be getting from this. It was insane.

As soon as we were done getting pictures taken of us, I saw him. I saw Min Yoongi walking into the building and this time I couldn’t stop myself. My heels took off before I had enough self control and he only noticed me as I tripped over myself and stumbled into his back. His arms reached around his body to steady me and he let go, turning around to see me.

Yoongi’s face didn’t have the smile I expected, but the rest of BTS did. Everyone else jogged over and began to converse, as I store at my boyfriend’s blank face. “What’s with you?” I questioned and he cracked a slight smile.

His long fingers reached up to cup my face for a moment, knowing he couldn’t kiss me right here with so many people around. They dropped down into my hair and played with the curls at the bottom. “Hey.” he said in english, leaning over to place a soft kiss on my cheek. “I gotta go.” Then he left, the rest of BTS trailing behind him.

“Did you see that?” I asked Alicia before we stepped over to talk to someone else. She nodded, still smiling from being reunited with Jimin. I hadn’t seen my own boyfriend for a while, but it’d been even longer for her to see her best friend. Or whatever they were. I didn’t even want to ask at this point. “Maybe he’s stressed. They’re up for a big award tonight, you know how he gets.”

I shrugged it off and put on my best smile for our final interview on the red carpet. My thoughts were distracted during it, but they got even worse once we were led to our seats inside. We were seated right next to BTS and the moment Yoongi saw me walking over to sit next to him, he switched spots with Jungkook who was on the exact opposite side. I sighed and wasn’t too sure what I did wrong.

To play into his game, I took the seat furthest away from BTS so he could get whatever distance he was praying on. Were my texts too clingy? Was it the facetimes? It was burning a hole into my chest and I found my face faltering, distancing myself from talking to anyone. My bandmates got caught up in conversation with each other and my feeling sorry for myself ass decided to sit them out.

I just found my eyes lost in the distance at the waves of people behind us, until I was pulled out of my thoughts by the same man of earlier. G-Dragon had taken a seat next to me and waited for a moment before saying hello, hoping I would notice him. Before I even said hello, I glanced at the eyes I could feel heavy on my being. Yoongi was staring me down but the moment I met his beautiful brown hues, he looked away.

“Were you serious earlier?” I asked G-Dragon and he nodded.

“Well, I already announced it so there’s really no backing down now.” he chuckled and I joined in the slight laughter. “So, I’ll come and grab you about a half hour before. There’s no dancing or anything. Do you know the ly-”

“Yes.” I quickly interrupted him and we both laughed it off.

“I’ll see ya’.” he waved to me and walked off.

“So you weren’t joking.” Anthony elbowed me and I regretted sitting next to him. “Ah, I can’t wait. You’re gonna do so great, Y/N.”

I jokingly gasped and he elbowed me again. “A compliment from you? Must mean business.”

“Hey!” Namjoon yelled from down the line to me. “What’s that about?” In any other instance I would have stood up and walked over, but seeing how he was next to Yoongi I didn’t want to do that. I motioned him over and he gladly got up. He took the empty seat next to me and before I explained anything, I asked him not to be a spy and tell Yoongi. After I told him, his face lit up like a proud father. “I- Wow.” He was in awe.

“I was just- taken back.” I smiled and the two minute countdown for the show to start when off. He was about to stand up, but I grabbed his wrist to stop. “Why is he mad at me?” I questioned, sounding a bit sad when I spoke.

“I truthfully have no idea. He’s been like this for most of the night, so I’m not too sure if it’s you.” he shrugged. “You’re gonna do great tonight, Y/N. I’ll keep it between us so everyone is surprised.” he winked and walked back over to his seat.

The minute countdown began to tick and everyone around us hurried to their seats. On my left was Seventeen, who tended to sit near BTS. Mingyu sat next to me and we smiled and nodded at each other. He was probably confused on why this American girl was sitting next to him, but he seemed all about it. Even greeting me with a small “Hello.” before turning to his left to speak to who I recognized as Joshua.

Almost simultaneously Alicia and I looked over to Julianna, motioning to the group sitting next to me. I saw the moment she saw how close Jeonghan was to her and her heart was in her throat. She averted her eyes to the stage in front of us for the last ten seconds while Alicia and I giggled at her response.

“They’re so close!” she whispered as the last ten seconds started, “Oh my god, he’s so close!” she was just simply delighted by this and it was adorable.

As soon as the timer ran out, we knew it was time to be serious. We had to put on our best smiles and just look thankful. Even if my mind was completely distracted by my boyfriend sitting 12 seats away. I’d like to think that he saw how nice I looked tonight, as I worked super hard on it. I knew I looked amazing but- I just wanted him to see.

All of the performances that were happening were amazing. Korean award shows were done so much nicer than American ones in that aspect. From the vocals to the visuals to the dances, it was so captivating I almost lost my sad train of thought. That was until it was time for the Best Male Group category and I had high hopes BTS would win. As the nominees were being announced, I couldn’t help but to cross my fingers and look over to the group as a way of silently cheering.

Yoongi was still, but I could see that his leg was bouncing up and down. It was a bit of a nervous tick of his sometimes to shake. I just wished that I was able to be next to him to calm him a bit and show my support, but here we were on opposite sides of the spectrum. As the announcer began to tease the winner, all of us tensed up with nerves.

Then it happened and they won. The seven of them won and were on their feet in their famous group hugs. A few seconds after the five of us stood up to cheer and exchanged hugs as they began to walk up towards the stage. When it was time for Yoongi to give me a hug, I opened my arms, but instead he just… high fived me?

We’ve been dating for over four years and the love of my life just gave me a high five on live television. He just rejected me on live television. I tried not to let it be shown that it was affecting me, but oh boy it was. Normally I would think he just didn’t want to show pda, but he hugged everyone else. I tried to block it out of my head as they began their thank you speech.

I couldn’t keep up with the Korean all too well and once I felt a tug on my sleeve, my attention was away from Yoongi who was speaking in this moment. It was G-Dragon who motioned me to follow him and I stood, right on his heels. As Yoongi’s speech finished, the man who was leading me away right now whispered. “That was cute don’t you think?” I furrowed my eyebrows and he laughed at my lack of understanding of their language. “He said ‘I want to thank the very special someone in my life for supporting me for the past few years and forever more’. I’m gonna guess that was towards you.”

“Knowing him it was about his dog.” I rolled my eyes at the situation and he laughed about it as we went backstage.

It was completely overwhelming as I was led away by a stylist to get me ready. She spoke minimal english, but I was able to communicate with her well enough. She brought out a floor length shimmery black dress for me to change into that hugged my body in a nice way. As they touched up my makeup and hair, I just looked up the words to the song again.

I knew them by heart and it said I should do the english version. Before I was whisked away, he told me all about how excited he was for this stage. He wasn’t exactly happy that the other woman couldn’t make it, but instead of excited about this experience. It was going to be a stage full of different collabs, but our song was ending the three of them. His stage had begun already and I was being rushed to get into position.

I’d be sitting on a beautiful ivory chair to contrast my dress and would be lifted from underneath the stage. As I took the seat in the position they carefully moved me into, my nerves began to act out. This past year had been a rush for me. It was so different from my normal life and actually saying yes to this was so far out of my comfort zone. On top of my jittery performance nerves, I had my relationship ones as well. Did I finally push Yoongi far enough away that he didn’t want to be with me anymore?

I couldn’t get caught up in these thoughts right now. I had to sing this song with all of the emotion I had buried within me. The lyrics of this song were special and I knew I had to get caught up within them to make this the best performance I could possibly put on right now. I took a deep inhale as the platform began to move as my part was about to come up within the song.

From the top of the stage, this entire arena was bigger than I had realized. I looked over at G-Dragon and he completely in his zone. The somewhat shy man I was with earlier had become this stage monster presence. I hoped I could even match up well enough, but from how in the zone I felt in the moment I could do this. As I began to sing and move, I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me. I was truly happy.

The entire audience basically looked like blobs, but I could make out the figures of my friends. They were all sitting front row and they looked to be really into it from the bits I could see. Instead of focusing just on them, I threw myself into the music and got really into the song. My movements were fluid and if I could have an ego for a moment, I sounded fucking good. I was impressed by how good this was.

As the song neared the end when we sang together, G-Dragon made his way over to me, looking me straight in the eyes. I looked back to fill in the moment and found myself reaching for his hand. He obliged, in the moment as well. As I finished my vocals, he moved closer to me, the cameras zooming straight into the lack of space between us. I was captivated by the way he sang to me and as he got into the fade away portion of the ending, the two of us separated, moving to separate ends of the stage. The song ended and we met back up in the middle, taking a small bow together before the cameras were gone and we exited the stage together.

“Holy shit.” I whispered to him as we descended down the steps.

“A beautiful feeling, yeah?” he responded, giving me a half sweaty hug, “You were great, your stage presence was awesome. Watching you get really into it was pretty cool. Thanks for doing me this favor.” he chuckled and I smiled. Once we got backstage again, I changed back into the dress I’d arrived in and was escorted back out. The show was on a commercial and there was a loud roar as I appeared out in the open again.

I couldn’t help but to bow and smile as I made my way back over to my seats. Everyone had shifted their seats. Julianna had ended up next to Seventeen. Actually next to Jeonghan who had also shifted. Watching her try to hold herself together was hilarious. Alicia was next to her and then Luke, then Anthony. BTS had shifted in the opposite way, Yoongi moving over next to the seat that was now left for me.

As I approached them, the eleven of them stood up to give me a small standing ovation. I had this corny smile on and waved them off. “Please just- uh sit down.” I spoke pretty loudly so they could hear me, but it still came out as a whisper. I walked over to Alicia and silently asked her to switch with me.

She pulled me down so she was whispered to me. “He asked everyone to move so he could sit next to you. You should’ve seen him dude. I’m showing you fancams when we get back to the hotel. He was so happy, I swear I almost saw him shed a tear.” My mouth was gaped open at her words and I tried to shake the feelings that came along with it.

I made eye contact with Joshua of Seventeen and he congratulated me on a great performance. I was too shell shocked to say anything to I just repeated thank you and bowed like five times. His laughter afterwards found it to be charming and I made my way to my seat. Yoongi was lost in conversation with Hoseok next to him and as he noticed me coming over, he greeted me with this smug smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as I took my seat, directing his full attention towards me. He reached his hand out to grip my thigh. It was something he enjoyed doing. His thumb rubbed circles on my skin.

“Well, you weren’t really speaking to me.” I responded, copying his facial expression to annoy him a bit. He scoffed at my response, but he didn’t end our conversation. He looked out in the crowd for a moment and then made direct eye contact with me. All at once he leaned into to give me a long, lingering kiss. Knowing him his petty ass just looked around for his fan site to make sure he got nice pictures of this.

I didn’t exactly reject his kiss, but I didn’t continue it like I probably would have at any other time. “Let’s get back to that.” he smiled, but his words were basically vicious and then he moved his hand and didn’t speak to me for the remainder of the award show. It was so fucking annoying.

He stayed seated next to me the entire time, but not a word was spoken directly to me. I didn’t quite know what he was playing at by doing this, but all I knew is that I was pissed. I wanted to get up and walk out of here and just kind of go to cry in the hotel room. I knew I couldn’t do that. I even cheered like he hadn’t just stopped speaking to me during their end of show performance. I was good at pretending.

“Ah, that was a great performance!” I complimented them as they walked back over, sweating their asses off for the final award they were nominated for.

“Thank you!” Jungkook responded and I pulled him to sit next to me before my boyfriend could take a seat. Yoongi scowl for a moment but then he carried on and sat next to Jungkook like nothing had just happened. “What are you guys doing after this?” he questioned and Anthony joined in the conversation.

“The after party, of course!” Anthony cheered and him and Jungkook high fived over me.

“Ah, I’ll be heading back to the hotel room.” I added in just to let them know before I ended up roped along into this.

“You’re gonna leave this handsome guy alone at a party!?” Jungkook exclaimed and put his arm around Yoongi, tugging him into the conversation. “Someone might come and scoop him up, you know!?”

“Yeah, I know.” I rolled my eyes and Yoongi let out a breathy chuckle. “I’m just not really in the mood.”

“Y/N, you’re coming.” Anthony almost scolded me, “That’s final, missy.”

“Don’t-”

“That’s final.” Yoongi said in a smug tone as he mimicked my bandmate. I shook my head and made eye contact with him for the first time since he’d spoken to me last. “Why won’t you come?” he questioned, teasingly knowing the answer. He was such a dick when he wanted to be.

“You’re speaking to me again?” Of course I had to be bitter. Bygones weren’t bygones here, no way. “I hope you don’t treat any of the ‘ladies’ you meet tonight at that party like this.” I rolled my eyes and looked away from him, completely turning my body to face my group. I heard shuffling in his direction as if he was maybe going to stand up, but the show was back on so it’d have to wait.

It was the final award and it was Artist of the Year. I was hopeful and I knew were all were. Again, we all tensed up as the nominees were announced and this time even held hands for it. We really loved these boys, it was crazy. When they won the entire arena went crazy. Everyone was on their feet and screaming and cheering and I found myself caught inside my boyfriends arms for a brief moment. He spun me around once (Probably for the cameras) and then let me go instantly without a word to me.

Then they were over. The most stressful award show of my short career had ended and I had to figure out a way to escape to the hotel without being stopped. I tried to sneak off from my friends but a tight grip on my wrist from Alicia stopped me. She shook her head no and wouldn’t let go for the remainder we were in the award show. The fourteen of us walked out together and of course Yoongi walked in the front while I trailed behind. We split by group into our respective vans on the way over.

“Can I please go back to the hotel?” I groaned to everyone and was met with a chorus of no’s. “I’m not staying for long then, I’ll leave as soon as he upsets me.”

“Yeah, whatever you say.” Anthony waved me off and closed his eyes.

“You’re not gonna get through this if you avoid him.” Luke sang, already knowing my reasoning.

“He can come to her!” Julianna sided with me, completely lost in a daze over her Seventeen meeting. Once she realized the aggravated looks she was getting from everyone but me, she began to stutter. “I mean she’s gonna go enjoy this party and he can come to her there!”

“You guys are the worst.” I groaned and tossed my head back onto the seat, closing my eyes for the remainder of the ride. I started listing through exit strategies in my head and I just figured I’d leave after I confronted Yoongi again. He’d probably try to avoid me, but I wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“So what happened with you and Jeonghan?” I asked with my eyes still shut, trying to change the subject.

“Well- uh- He’d heard about my problem with him and- We ended up speaking in Japanese to each other.” We all burst into hysterical laughter at the thought alone of it, but she didn’t take it personal. She knew we were all proud.

At least she was making advances.

A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!

#pressure #min yoongi #yoongi #suga #suga x reader #yoongi x reader #bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi fanfiction #suga fic #suga fanfiction #bangtan #fanfic #fanfiction

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fanfic-inator795 · 6 years

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Zboneak Oneshot: Second Dates, Second Chances

Plot: They’re certainly on better terms than before... So it’s worth a shot, right?

((Heyyyy, haven’t written one of these in a while! But I’ve had this idea sitting around for a bit, and I’m in a sort of WoY mood after watching the rerun marathon so, here’s just a little something! ^v^

Also, quick note: This could be taken as a semi-sequel to another oneshot, ‘Better’, though you don’t need to read that in order to get this one. All you need to know is that both fics take place after ‘The End of the Galaxy’, Hater’s trying to be a good guy, and he now knows that Syl used to be a thief/bounty hunter. Alright, enjoy!))

It was sort of hard to believe that not only did Hater stop minding whenever they ran into their galaxy’s infamous wandering duo, but he was actually looking forward to their next visit. It was almost as hard to believe as the fact that he ended up becoming the Galaxy’s hero and savior rather than its dictator. Life was weird in that sense... Weird but, not necessarily bad.

Still, some things never changed.

“Heya Hatey! How ya doin’, buddy?!” Wander asked as he gave a nearly bone-crushing hug, “Last I heard you guys were goin’ east! I’m sure you’re makin’ all kinds of new friends and fans, aren’t ya? Ooooh you’ve got tell me all about it!”

“Well I would if you let me get a word in edge-wise!” Hater retorted, rolling his eyes. Still, he didn’t try to throw the nomad off him, or even threaten to zap him. That was certainly progress, both Wander and Sylvia thought, even if there were still plenty of grumbles and yelling from the skeletal lord.

“Oh, of course! Where are my manners?” Quickly, Wander let go and sat down cross-legged, like a child waiting to hear to hear a story. “Alright Hater, the floor is yours, buddy! So tell me all about what you guys have been up to!”

“Fine, fine,” Hater sighed, sitting down as well while Sylvia and Peepers took their respective places next to them, “Just don’t interrupt me every five seconds, got it?!” Wander nodded, and mimed zipping his lips shut.

It actually wasn’t that bad of a conversation. After Hater recounted all of their recent successes - from assisting some of their already owned planets with rebuilding efforts to boost morale, to signing treaties with new planets to induct them into the Hater Empire (which, after Hater’s win against Dominator, most planets were more than happy to sign).

Once he was finished, it was once again Wander’s turn, and he eagerly talked about each and every one of his and Sylvia’s adventures since the last time all four of them ran into each other. From wandering around new planets, to babysitting Drakor and Demurra’s kids, to one of their biggest discoveries ever!

“Wait so, you two just found an old pirate ship floating in the middle of nowhere?” Peepers asked, “And no one was on it?”

“Nope!” Wander answered simply, “Not a soul. Completely abandoned. Though, it must’ve been abandoned pretty recently, since it was still in good shape. It just needed a bit of a spit shine and some love, is all.”

“But isn’t that still weird?” Hater questioned, furrowing his boney brow, “Just finding a ship in the middle of nowhere with no one on it, but it’s not, like, totally destroyed or anything?”

Sylvia shrugged. “Hey, you know what they say, don’t look a gift hufflerumples in the trunks. And trust us, we went above and beyond to make sure no one was missing it.” She gave her best friend a side glance, but Wander just smiled. “But, no one claimed it, so it’s ours now. It’ll be a sort of nice change from orbubbles, at least.”

Hater nodded. “I gues... But I bet my ship could still be yours in a race. And probably has cooler stuff too!”

“I dunno about the last point but, I’m pretty sure ours could outrun your bonehead ship if it had to,” Sylvia smirked, “Heck, I can outrun it, or do you need me to remind you of all the times I did outrun it?”

“Oh shut up,” Hater scowled. But Sylvia just chuckled, still smiling. And, despite himself, Hater smiled just a little as well (though he made sure to hide it).

But, as pleasant and not filled with threats and laser and/or lightning blasts as their visit was, it did eventually have to end. Peepers explained that he had some extra paperwork to go through regarding their newest planet, and Wander added that he promised a few of the Watchdogs that he’d visit with them for a bit too (much to the commander’s annoyance).

And so, there were only two left.

“...So, I guess things have been going pretty smoothly for you, huh?” Sylvia said after a moment, scooting over and closing the distance between the two of them.

“Yep,” Hater nodded, “I haven’t accidentally destroyed or offended anyone at least so, that’s something.” He had also gotten better at staying focused, keeping end goals in mind instead of simply doing what he felt was right in the moment. Though, there were still moments when he’d get distracted or frustrated, or even lose his temper and start throwing out insults. But he didn’t share that part.

There really wasn’t a point in it, after all. Just like Wander always seemed to, he was sure Sylvia already knew these things even if he didn’t tell her. She knew what it was like to try being a good guy after years of being bad...

Sylvia gave him a softer smile, using her tail to pat him on the back. “I’m glad things are working out a little better for you now... After all the work that you’ve put into it, you deserve a little return.”

Hater’s own smile grew as he glanced away, giving a small chuckle. “Heh, yeah. I, I guess so...”

A comfortable silence fell between the two. There was a cool breeze, and the sun was starting to set. It was a familiar sight... Though, as he sat there and thought, Hater could remember a time when they were together where the moon was over the horizon instead of a sun. They were together, they had been close, there had been a ki-

Quickly, Hater forced himself as deep into his hood as he could, hoping that the bright green blush on his face would go away soon.

“...Hey, Hater?” he heard Sylvia say.

Taking a deep breath, Hater turned back to her. “Y-Yeah?”

“A week or so ago, Wander and I found this flyer advertising a sort of celebration party that’s happening soon for the whole ‘our galaxy hasn’t been permanently destroyed’ thing. It’s going to be near the center of the Galaxy, and it looks like it’ll be pretty fun. Food, rides, music. And, I know you still aren’t really a people person but, you wanna come with us?”

“R-Really?” Hater asked, his eyes widening. Was he blushing again? He didn’t know. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, sure! I mean, I wouldn’t mind going. Doesn’t seem like it’ll be too annoying at least so, yeah, I’ll go.”

“Great,” Sylvia nodded, her smile growing a bit. If this were a year or so ago, Wander would’ve been doing the inviting in the hopes to get Hater to loosen up and have some fun, and maybe even make a new friend in return. But of course, Hater would have most likely completely rejected the offer, or come to the party just to take it over, or something petty like that.

But no. Hater was no longer an enemy, the idea of him coming to a happy-go-lucky party no longer seemed like the worst idea ever to him, and Sylvia... Well, there were certainly worst people she could be inviting. “Heh... Glad to hear it, Bonehead.”

“Er, y-yeah...” Hater swallowed. She was smiling at him. She liked him... Rather, she liked him now. They understood each other, they were close. Really close... Close enough to... to...

He closed his eyes. He only had to move forward just a little before he felt his lips touch hers. And as soon as they connected, time froze.

...And then he felt a fist collide with his jaw, sending him backwards.

“WHAT THE FLARP ARE YOU DOING?!” Sylvia shouted.

Hater blinked, to stunned to even think about his now-sore face. “I-I-!”

“What is wrong with you?!” the Zbornak continued, now on her feet, “You don’t just kiss someone like that! All we were doing was talking! You don’t- We’re not even-! Ugh!” Still furious, she began to stomp away. “Guess I should’ve expected something like this,” she mumbled.

“W-Wait!” Hater shouted, trying to stand up, “Wait, no-!”

“Hmph!” Sylvia didn’t even bother to turn around. Even if he was a ‘hero’ now, deep down he was still the same old Lord Ha-

“I’M SORRY!”

...She froze.

“I’m sorry!” Hater repeated, clenching his fists, “I, I know I shouldn’t have just kissed you like that but, but you were smiling at me! You were smiling and you like me and we were close and I was thinking about our last date-!”

“That wasn’t a real date,” Sylvia mumbled, still not looking at him, “I was ‘Linguini Von Breadstick’ then, remember?”

“...R-Right. Right.” He felt his horns fold down in disappointment, but he ignored them for now. “And, and even if it had been real, it was still wrong for me to just kiss you like that when I know you don’t-” He could feel himself blush again, “d-don’t like-me like-me like that. So... Yeah. I’m sorry.”

Sylvia didn’t say anything, and neither did Hater, figuring that he’d said enough. So he waited, and waited. But the silence kept going... His horns even lower now, he started to walk away-

“Do you like me?”

“Huh?!” Hater looked up. Sylvia had turned around, but she had a neutral face. (Better than glaring at him, at least.)

“I just want to know... Do you like me? Or, like-me like-me, I guess?”

“I...” The skeletal lord looked away again, giving a small sigh. “I dunno... I guess I just... just really want to like-like somebody,” he admitted, “I don’t know who, I just know that I want... that. But... But I know that I do like you. You’re, you know, smart. When it comes to all this going from bad to good stuff... And you’re tough and, and pretty cool and... and sort of pretty.” It was sort of hard to tell since she hardly wore dresses or jewelry (or any clothes, for that matter).

But when she smiled, or when she stood triumphantly after winning a fight, or had her mane in the wind... he could definitely see a bit of beauty there.

“...But?” Sylvia questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“But, I... I guess I’m still figuring things out. But I do like you! And I hope you still like me... Cause, I may want to find someone to like-like but...” He gave a sort of shy smile, “I guess having friends aren’t too bad either.”

“...” Sylvia sighed, a ghost of a smile on her face. She walked over to him, and gave him a hard punch in the shoulder, making him yelp. “That was still a stupid and gross thing for you to do.”

“Yeah I know,” Hater nodded, rubbing his shoulder, “And I’m sor-”

“I know. And, I forgive you,” Sylvia told him, finally letting her smile show, “Just, be sure to ask people before you kiss them. That or maybe start slow just to see if they’re on the same mindset as you. Take their hand or wrap an arm around them or something, and if they squeeze back or move closer, you know they don’t mind the idea. If they pull away, then you know they just want to be friends.”

“Wait, that’s a thing?” Hater asked, a bit surprised. That certainly how things were done in the ron-coms (that he definitely didn’t watch, shut up).

“Yep,” Sylvia nodded, “And it’s a good thing to always keep in mind. Even people who may like-you like-you still have boundaries and their own limits and pacing.”

“Right, right... Thanks.”

“No problem, bonehead. And by the way... thanks for apologizing.” There really was no doubt about it now... He was getting better, and he had sure as flarp come a long way from being her pushy, rude and oblivious ‘date’ on La’Mouria.

Sylvia then looked to the Skullship, giving a small hum. “I guess we should get back there. Make sure Wander isn’t annoying your little eyesore too much. Besides, I should tell him the good news.”

“Wait, you mean i’m still- er, y-yeah. Yeah, let’s head back.”

So, that’s what they did. Walking side by side, their pace slow. And as they traveled, Hater started to bite his lip slightly, his hand flexing a bit as a certain question weighed on his mind. In the end, his curiosity won out. “Hey, Sylvia?”

“...Yeah?” she asked, glancing over at him, her feet stopping.

“Would you... C-Could we hold hands? Just, I-I just sorta want to see what it feels like,” Hater tried to explain, unable to look her in the eyes, And, and people who only like each other can still hold hands, right? That’s not weird! But, but if you don’t want to, that’s fine! I just-“

His words died in his throat as soon as he felt her hand grab his, their fingers intertwining. Surprisingly, her three fingers still found a way to fit within his five. Even though his glove, he could feel the small callouses on her palms from years of fighting and dealing with rocks and dirt. But her hand was still sort of soft. Warm, secure... nice.

Hater looked back at her, barely acknowledging his blushing now. But Sylvia just gave him a small smile before gently pulling him forward. Hater smiled back, and the two continued to the ship. And despite everything that had just happened, there was only one thing on the skeletal overlord’s mind:

He would definitely have to ask her to hold hands with him again.

THE END

#wander over yonder #sylvia #lord hater #zboneak #oneshot #my writing #fanfiction

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smuttyfairy · 7 years

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Real Talk with Admin Jae # 4 (3? I dunno)

I feel kind of unsteady about Jaebum doing law of the jungle. It’s stupid I know, they’ll probably watch over him and there’s a team going with them but for some reason my heart is heavy.

Fight me, but Jaebum means a lot to me. (Yoongi and Him being my Ultimate biases.) When I first really noticed JB it was during GOT7ing’s Yugyeom hidden camera episode. Being a Yugyeom stan at the time, that episode really /really/ pissed me off. Jaebum most of all, for a while I was ready to fight him but if it wasn’t for that show… I guess i wouldn’t have fallen for him. I really admire his talent and his love for music. How he’s easily irritated, get embarrassed easily, loves cats.. I just found him so magnetic (no pun intended.)

When Home Run came out and I found out he made it I was so happy for him, and have been supporting his music since (along with all of got7. Those are my boys.) And ngl, his smile always make my days brighter. Ugh I love that man so much. He’s progressed so much as a leader and I know there’s more ahead for them all.

I know I’d be the first to say “Jaebum is a grown ass man, he’ll be okay in the jungle.” But I find myself being worried like I do about a friend and I started thinking about how many low nights I’ve had and how watching Jaebum or listening to one of his songs makes me feel better.

And I know there are fans who get like me, who get overly worried and I wanna say “Hey, they are grown and will probably be okay but how you feel is valid. Your bias probably means alot to you and has gotten you through a tough time. Thank you for taking time to care about another human being.”

Alot of people are quick to get on others for being super worried when something happens. (I myself am guilty, and I’m sorry for invalidating any of my friends feelings towards their favorites.) As long as you’re not doing it in an unhealthy way (berating others for not feeling how you do or attacking other fandoms) , it’s a perfectly normal thing. Idk what I was going with this but I felt like getting it off my chest. Please watch over Jaebum while he goes in the jungle and please support Got7 as they keep promoting Jaebum’s title song “You Are”. Keep them in your thoughts and prayers. - Admin Jae

#got7 #jaebum #jb #law of the jungle #you are #got7 7for7 #about admin jae

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seigyokus · 7 years

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7.1 - Yuki and Ban

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 7.1 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Tsukumo Ryou: This tequila was born from agave from a moonlit night. The past, present, and future are all intertwined. Cheers, Momo. Momo: ……Cheers.

Ogami Banri: You get way too attached to your songs. I think it’s best if you let go, and distance your heart and your hands from finished works. That’s why we should put some space between you and your songs. Orikasa Yukito: ……So no more live instrumentation? Ogami Banri: Yep. That solves the band problem too. Orikasa Yukito: So you want us to stand on stage and just sing? That’s it? Shall I play the tambourine while we’re at it? Ogami Banri: Let’s dance. Just like how idols do. I did it at the last school festival, and it was pretty well received. Orikasa Yukito: ……Won’t it look lame? Ogami Banri: We gotta dance well enough that it won’t look lame.

Ogami Banri: And that’s how Yuki and I became the idol group Re:vale.

Yuki: ....... Sporting Goods Store Employee: Excuse me.... You're Yuki from Re:vale, right? Yuki: Yeah, the bootleg version. The beauty mark is on the wrong side. Sporting Goods Store Employee: Huh? Yuki: May I have one of these, please? Sporting Goods Store Employee: O-of course! Thank you very much! Yuki: ....... Yuki: "We, the Incomplete".... I forgot that was Momo's favorite song. ......Even though he was so happy about it.... Yuki: If something falls down next to me while I'm singing that song.... I can't. Not again-- I wouldn't be able to bear it. Yuki: ......I wonder.... Does he want to sing it, or does he want to listen to it? Yuki: I'm sure he can't decide.

Tsukumo Ryou: Now, speak-- Momo. Tsukumo Ryou: How did you feel when you grovelled? Did you feel wretched? Frustrated? Did you want to cry? Did you stick out your little red tongue? Momo: I grovelled because I was one-sidedly begging him to listen to my demands, even though I didn't have anything to do for him or give in return. Momo: And no, I didn't stick out my tongue. I won't be doing it either, when I do it to you. Tsukumo Ryou: Oh...? Momo: Why do you look so bored....... Tsukumo Ryou: Tell me, why did you beg? Because you wanted to be an idol? Since you'd definitely get your name out there if you used Yuki? Momo: I get why you'd think that. I've gotten that countless times. But.... Momo: It's just.... I didn't want to see Re:vale come to an end in that state.

Momo: Re:vale......? Ruri: Yep! They're a super hot duo! Ruri: My friend can't make it to their concert, so you should come with me instead! It's their third anniversary concert! Momo: Aw, but everyone in the audience is gonna be girls. Ruri: Guys come to watch too! You've got tons of time now since you got recommended into a college, so you should hang out with your Nee-chan once in awhile! (1) Momo: You know, my heart is still wounded since we didn't win nationals....... Ruri: Well, there isn't much you can do about it since you got injured while sliding. You wouldn't have been able to play soccer again if you had kept running. (2) Momo: ....... Ruri: You can't stay sad about it forever, okay? Come with me to the concert! It'll take your mind off of it. Ruri: I've helped you throughout your life as a soccer player, so now it's time for you to help me with being a stan! Ruri: This one's Ban-san! He's tall, gentle, and just like a fresh of breath air! I'm a fan of Ban-san! Momo: Oh? He looks like a good person. This dude looks like a real player though. Ruri: That's Yuki-san. Yeah, I don't really like him. He's more popular than Ban-san, even though he's fought with his fangirls before! Momo: ......! Ahahaha! Ruri: What? Momo: I'm sure he's not a bad person, but people hate him over stuff like that? Momo: Must be tough being an idol.......

Momo: Wow, there's so many people.... You sure they're an indies band? Ruri: They are! Aren't they amazing? Come on, let's get closer to the front! Momo: Hey, don't push me! The girls behind me won't be able to see if I stand in front-- Audience: Kyaaaaa......! Ruri: The song changed! Wah! It's gonna start soon! Ogami Banri: Good evening! We're Re:vale! Orikasa Yukito: ....... Audience: Kyaaaaa......! Audience: Yuki-san......! Audience: Ban-san......! Ogami Banri: Thanks for coming out to see us tonight. We'll be starting with a classic Re:vale song. If this is your first time hearing it, I hope you'll remember it! Ogami Banri: "We, the Incomplete." Momo: .......

Momo: ......To be honest, I wasn't interested in them at all. But I was overwhelmed in an instant. Momo: The music shook the entire venue. The bright lights and cheers from the audience came at me full force-- I felt something well up inside me, like it was filling me up. Tsukumo Ryou: Similar to how you fill a bell pepper with meat? Momo: Haha.... You don't get moved very easily, do you? Like, have you ever watched a beautiful sunset and felt overwhelmed with emotion before? Momo: Or met someone really amazing, and got super nervous all of a sudden? Or floored the gas pedal with all of your might and went at full speed? Or cheered in victory when you threw a shot just the way you wanted to? Tsukumo Ryou: Unfortunately, that doesn't ring a bell. Momo: Well, all of those feelings hit me at once. And at the same time, how should I put it.... It felt like they knew me. Tsukumo Ryou: Like they knew you, Momo? Momo: Have you never felt that way before, Ryou-san? Momo: Like a line from a movie, sentence from a book, or a lyric from a song was talking about you? Momo: All of the things you couldn't put into words are right there-- 'That! Exactly that!' It's that feeling. It numbing, exciting, makes you wanna reach out to it. Momo: It's that feeling when all of the stuff you were frustrated at and couldn't make clear and were looking away from just slam into you head-on-- and you feel like you're about to cry. Momo: Do you know what I'm talking about, Ryou-san? Tsukumo Ryou: ......I've never felt much empathy for others, so not really. Momo: You poor thing.... You've never experienced anything that amazing, huh. Tsukumo Ryou: ....... Momo: I won't forget that day for the rest of my life. It was like an electric shock-- it jump started my still heart back to life. Momo: I went to nationals for soccer, but I got injured right before final match. Right when I really wanted to do my best, I couldn’t. Momo: It took me a really long time before I was fully recovered....... I lost a lot of time back then. I had felt like my dreams were never gonna come true. Momo: I started to hate God, and the future terrified me. My heart would wrench in pain every time I saw the words 'dreams,' 'victory,' or 'pro.' Momo: But the moment I heard that song, all of my frustration and sadness were swept away. Momo: Like I had gotten washed clean by the waves.

Ogami Banri: Yuki! Hey, Yuki. It's addressed to Re:vale, but can I take this fan letter? Orikasa Yukito: I'm sleepy.... Sure. Ogami Banri: Come on, you should read it! It'll definitely leave an impression on you too. Orikasa Yukito: Hmm? Was there a picture of a girl who's your type inside? Ogami Banri: It was from a guy. Well, I didn't get the letter directly from them, but it sounds like it was written by a dude. Ogami Banri: He didn't leave a name, but..... He said he was so moved after listening to "We, the Incomplete" that he cried. Orikasa Yukito: ......I see.... Give it here. Ogami Banri: It's long, so you better read all of it! I almost cried reading it. Ogami Banri: He was working really hard for his club at school, but then he got injured during a really important match and his team lost. Ogami Banri: As he listened to "We, the Incomplete," all of the sadness and frustration he had tried so hard not to think about just welled up, and he ended up crying.... Ogami Banri: But he thinks he can keep on moving forward now! 'Thank you for writing this song,' he said. Ogami Banri: He wrote a lot more about how happy he is.... I didn't know we had fans that'd accept us so honestly and frankly. Ogami Banri: Our song reached someone and helped them with their life, just like that.... It's like a miracle....... I'm so happy....... Ogami Banri: Even though I fought with my family and decided not to go to college, I'm glad to be part of Re:vale....... It more than makes up for all of the rough patches I've gone through....... Ogami Banri: Yuki? Are you reading it? Ogami Banri: ......Yuki? Ogami Banri: ......No way. Are you crying?

Ogami Banri: I think Yuki was really happy. This was a song he composed with care and really treasured, and here was someone who treasured it too. Ogami Banri: It left a really deep impression on me as well. There wasn't anything I wanted more than for people people to be happy to hear my songs. Ogami Banri: That was what I had really wanted all along-- not money, or reputation. Ogami Banri: I just wanted someone who'd earnestly listen to the songs we'd worked so hard to compose and understand them. I just wanted someone to be happy to listen to them. Rokuya Nagi: OH....... Perhaps Haruki was the same. Osaka Sougo: My uncle as well....... Ogami Banri: I'm sure they were. It's kinda embarrassing for an amateur like me to talk big like this, though. Ogami Banri: That night was a little weird.... We fooled around, like we were high schoolers again. We weren't afraid of anything. (3)

Ogami Banri: Ahaha! Ow, ow! I was just trying to take a pic! Orikasa Yukito: ......Ugh, you're the worst! Ogami Banri: Ahaha! I'm gonna treasure this letter. Alright, give it back. Orikasa Yukito: I'm taking it. Ogami Banri: You're the one who said I could take it! What are you even gonna do with it, Yuki? Read it at home and cry all over again? Orikasa Yukito: I wasn’t crying! Haha.... Aw, shut up. Ogami Banri: Ahaha. Hey, don't hit me!

Orikasa Yukito: Let's do it properly from here on out. Ogami Banri: So you weren't doing it properly, huh. I had a feeling. Orikasa Yukito: Really? Ogami Banri: 'Why am I even dancing?' was written all over your face. Orikasa Yukito: I guess so. They’ll scream if I dance. That's what I was thinking as I looked at them. Ogami Banri: Man, you're rude....... Everyone really loves you, alright? They all hum along to your songs. Orikasa Yukito: That's true....... Orikasa Yukito: To be honest, I was thinking of quitting. There wasn't anything wrong, per se, but just for some reason or another....... Ogami Banri: ....... Orikasa Yukito: But I'm glad I didn't quit-- I feel like I can do anything right now. Let's do it, Ban. Orikasa Yukito: I know we can become the best in the world. Let's sing together, until the day we die. Ogami Banri: Yeah.

Ogami Banri: Re:vale started to get more and more famous from there on out. However, little by little, we started to diverge a little.

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

thank u @kuriiii for proofreading!

(1) i think this is a Japanese educational system thing, "admission by recommendation." Here's a news article on TokyoU doing smth along the lines of that (2) Here are a few visuals if u want to see how Momo's injury probably happened (3) 恐れる物は何もなかったあの日/On that day, back when we had nothing to fear…. (line frm mikansei na bokura, just felt relevant)

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!

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Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 1: Wrong Number AU

(Just a note to clarify, I elected to use bolded text to indicate Adrien’s texts and italicized text to indicate the person texting him.)

Hey, are you back in France yet?

Adrien stared down at his phone. He wasn’t entirely sure who was texting him, but he could only guess it was someone working for his father. Maybe Nathalie needed a new number and hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet. He shrugged and replied.

Just got back today. I should be home soon.

How’s work?

Adrien raised a brow. Nathalie had been with him until the last two days, so she already had a pretty clear idea on how most of the work had gone. Maybe she just wanted to know about the last shoot.

Fine. Everyone seemed pretty happy with it.

Cool. Are you free this weekend?

Adrien checked his schedule, a bit confused that Nathalie was asking him, instead of the other way around.

I should be, yeah.

After all, she’d promised him a few days off after the grueling three weeks of travel and photo shoots and media attention. His calendar was indeed free aside from a fencing lesson he’d chosen to keep.

Wanna meet up?

Now he knew something was wrong. Nathalie wouldn’t ask

Wait. Is this Nathalie?

What? No, this is Nino.

After a moment, the mystery person added on.

I sat behind you last year.

Adrien frowned. So, it wasn’t Nathalie after all. That didn’t explain who it was, however.

Sat behind me? Where?

In class. Remember?

Now it was beginning to make sense. Adrien flopped back onto his bed and stared up at the screen. It really should have been obvious. After all, Nathalie and Chloe were the only ones who texted him.

I think you have the wrong number.

This isn’t Ivan?

No. I’m Adrien.

There was a long pause this time before Adrien receives a response.

You’re right, it’s two digits off.

Sorry to bug you.

It’s okay. I was sort of wondering why I’d get a text about meeting up with someone.

There was a pause, and for a moment, Adrien wondered if Nino had moved on. After all, they didn’t know each other, and Nino had no reason to respond now that he knew they were strangers.

What do you mean?

Besides work, I don’t really get out much.

You didn’t think Nathalie would want to go out with you?

Adrien chuckled.

I hope not. She’s my dad’s assistant.

So, you get a text from an new number and you assume it’s your dad’s assistant?

What about your friends?

Chloe had been gone for a few days now, and she wasn’t set to return until next week. He knew, because he’d been counting the days until he could actually talk to someone who wasn’t Nathalie or a fellow model.

On vacation right now.

What about kids from school?

Wait, do you go to school?

How old are you?

No. My dad won’t let me.

I’d be in college if I could go, though.

Hey, me too.

At least tell me you have plans besides apparently working.

Not really.

Sounds like you need better friends.

Chloe’s just busy. She comes over when she can.

Ugh, the only Chloe I know is awful. Hopefully your Chloe is better.

What about your other friends?

Actually, she’s it.

Oh.

Adrien frowned down at the phone, hoping that hadn’t been too honest. Was it weird to only have one friend? Chloe seemed to have dozens, and he really didn’t have any idea if one friend was strange. A new line of text appeared on his phone, and he glanced down.

Want another one?

It took a moment for the words to register. When they did, every ounce of exhaustion from travel and modeling and perfecting his fake smile faded in an instant. Adrien stared down at the screen, half-wondering if this was real, if he’d really managed to find a friend without even leaving the house. Had he really somehow gotten this lucky?

Finally, he grinned and settled for a simple reply.

Yes!

If Adrien had been on the fence about sneaking out before, his conversations with Nino pushed him over the edge. He’d never imagined how much fun it could be to just talk about things with someone and see what life was like outside of the shadow of his father’s iron control over his life. They talked about everything, from music to movies to games, even drifting into the topic of Nino’s friends. The way Nino talked about each of them made Adrien feel as though he already knew them, and it only heightened his desire to go out and make some of his own.

I wish I could meet them. They sound great.

Hey, maybe you’ll make some new model friends or something.

Adrien made a face, imagining befriending some of his coworkers.

I doubt it.

He hesitated to add anything on, but part of him wanted some kind of encouragement for what he wanted to do. It wasn’t the first time he’d tried, but it would be the first time since his mom left, and that made it almost harder somehow.

I’m going to try sneaking out to school, though. I’m tired of lessons.

Maybe I’ll make it before my father notices.

You should. I bet you’d make a lot of friends.

Adrien smiled.

Thanks. I hope so.

Just show off some of your cat pictures. You’ll be golden.

You think so?

Well, I like them.

I like you

His heart caught in his throat when he realized what he was typing. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him, but apparently his fingers were more in tune with his own emotions than his head. It had been a month of almost constant communication, sure, but it was way too soon to say something like that. Adrien quickly deleted the message and started over.

Thanks for the purrfect advice.

Maybe save the cat puns until after they like you, though.

It took Adrien another three weeks to admit that he quite possibly wanted something a little more than friendship from Nino. Part of him wondered if it was just because Nino was one of the only people in his life to offer genuine, no-strings-attached kindness, but really it was all of it. It was Nino’s humor and the affection he had for his family and friends. It was his stellar taste in music and his patience with Adrien’s lack of pop culture knowledge. It was the fact that Nino never made fun of him and always encouraged him. It was who Nino was as a person.

Hey, you up?

Adrien immediately rolled onto his side and scooped up his phone to answer.

Yeah. Two more days till school starts.

Ugh, come on. Don’t remind me.

Adrien grinned. Nino might not be excited about it, but Adrien certainly was.

I’m surprised you’re awake. Don’t you normally sleep in?

Had to go shopping for some clothes. My last shirt got ripped.

My cousin got a new cat and brought it over.

Adrien chuckled down at the image of a grey cat staring up at him through the screen.

That explains it.

On the plus side, I found the perfect shirt for the first day of school.

Wanna see?

Adrien paused, because of course he did. Of course he wanted to know what Nino looked like. The only trouble was they hadn’t shown each other their faces yet, and Adrien was hesitant to change that. He didn’t want Nino to recognize him and make assumptions. Sure, he knew Adrien was a model already, but he didn’t know Adrien’s full name. He didn’t know that he could look outside and see Adrien’s face on billboards and posters throughout the city. This way, Adrien could be sure that if Nino liked him and wanted to be his friend, it was because of who Adrien was and not because of his father or his profession.

Still, he couldn’t deny that he was more than a little curious, and this kind of opportunity was tough to pass up.

Sure.

Nino sent back a picture of a blue shirt on an unmade bed, not a hint of Nino himself in sight. Adrien chuckled, relieved to be able to keep the mystery, but maybe a little disappointed. At least he’d gotten a glimpse in the form of headphones strewn beside the shirt and cartoon bedsheets peeking out from under a sensible blue duvet. It was something.

Nice.

It looks like it’s watching me.

Yeah, it kind of does…

I like it.

After a moment, Nino replied.

Good. I’ll send you a picture on the first day of school.

Adrien could hardly wait.

The morning of the first day of school, he was almost too nervous to check his phone. Besides, he had to make a quick escape if he didn’t want Nathalie to notice. He took a steadying breath and managed a quick glance at his messages only to find one from Nino.

Good luck.

Adrien smiled and ran.

Hey, did you see the new heroes on the news?

Yeah, really exciting, isn’t it?

Totally.

Speaking of exciting, how was school?

I got caught. I’ll try again tomorrow.

Sorry. I hope you make it.

Adrien grinned down at the phone, glancing over at Plagg as he did.

I think I will.

Besides, it actually turned to be a pretty good day.

Then, he decided to push his luck just a little. After all, Nino had seen the news, and all of Paris was talking about the new heroes. It couldn’t be that unusual to ask.

So, what do you think of Chat Noir?

Nino took a few minutes to answer, and Adrien almost wondered if he’d somehow been too transparent. Maybe curiosity really didn’t mix well with cats.

He’s great.

His heart sank, hoping for a little more than just great. Sure it was positive, but coming from Nino, it almost felt underwhelming. He’d wanted to be impressive or amazing or maybe even handsome. Great was almost nothing in comparison.

What about you?

Yeah, definitely great.

There was another long pause, and Adrien typed and deleted at least ten possible ways to change the topic before Nino finally sent something else.

Maybe a new celebrity crush, actually.

Adrien’s breath caught in his throat. Until this moment, all he had was hope and wishes that Nino might be even slightly interested in him. Now, he had something much bigger and much better than all the flattery that Nino could have given him for his heroic skills and attitude.

Now, he had a chance.

Yeah. With that face, he could be a model.

Well, you would know, wouldn’t you?

Adrien couldn’t believe his luck as he walked into class. He was finally here, actually allowed to be here. After years of isolation, he could finally make friends and have a chance at some degree of normalcy.

He scanned the room when he stepped inside, curious if he might recognize anyone other than Chloe. Maybe some of them had seen him as Chat Noir the other day, and maybe he had a chance to make a good impression. His fingers itched with the urge to text Nino and let him know he’d made it. Maybe he could take a picture of himself at his desk. After all, Nino had forgotten to send him a picture yesterday.

Just as he was about to pull out his phone, he caught sight of a familiar blue shirt in the front row, and he froze. The boy wearing it was idly gathering his supplies, hardly paying attention to what was going on around him. The headphones draped around his neck looked exactly like the ones Adrien had seen on Nino’s bed, and for a moment, Adrien couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

If this was Nino, then Adrien was in trouble. It had been easy enough to fall for him through a string of messages and bad jokes. Adding incredible looks into the equation was almost unfair. Adrien would be in love with him by lunch, if he wasn’t already.

Maybe it was a coincidence. Maybe this student just happened to have the same style as Nino. Maybe Adrien was just hoping for something that wasn’t there. Maybe he was wrong, because there was just no way this could really happen.

Adrien approached him, gripping the strap of his bag. “Are you…Nino?” he asked, voice soft.

The boy looked up and raised a brow. “Yeah.” He searched Adrien’s face for a moment. “Do I know you?”

Adrien grinned and nodded. “It’s Adrien. From the phone.”

Nino lit up, and if he’d been gorgeous before, he was absolutely breathtaking now. “Hey! You made it!” He patted the seat beside him. “What are the chances we’d be in the same school?”

Adrien chuckled and sat next to Nino, his heart racing. “Guess I’m just lucky.”

“Adrikins!” Chloe called from behind them. “You’re here!”

Nino made a face. “This is your Chloe?”

Adrien nodded and turned to wave at her.

“I’m so glad I texted you,” Nino murmured as she hurried to Adrien’s side.

“Me, too,” Adrien replied softly.

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