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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: The boys start filming vlogs.

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 15: First log

Video Phone- Beyoncé ft. Lady Gaga, William Burke

“On your video phone (Make a cameo)

Tape me on your video phone (I can handle you)”

December 2012

“Okay, well, that takes care of the budget section of our meeting,” Aviva said, looking up from her papers. Jimin and Taehyung were playing some kind of hand game. Jin was watching something on his phone. Yoongi and Jungkook were napping on Jin’s shoulders. Namjoon was slumped over a bit and wearing sunglasses indoors, so she was pretty sure he was sleeping as well. Hoseok had been in the bathroom for over ten minutes now, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say he was really constipated or something. She let out a long breath. “Seriously, guys?”

“Hmmm?” Jin looked up at her, smiling innocently. “I’ll wash the dishes in the morning.” Aviva rubbed her temples.

“Yeah, you said that already. We already finished the cleaning schedule.”

“Oh.” He blinked at her. “Then… what were we talking about?” He looked at Taehyung and Jimin, who shrugged.

“The budget,” she said. “Which you might’ve known if you had actually been paying attention to me instead of playing on your phone.” Jin’s smile turned a little sheepish. “Ah, but you three get credit for staying awake at least.”

“I’m awake,” Yoongi said. Jin jolted.

“Aish.” He rubbed his chest. “Min Yoongi-yah, don’t scare me like that!”

“Boo,” Yoongi muttered, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He looked at Aviva, his gaze suddenly so alert it made her blush. He smirked. “I’ll work on a grocery budget with hyung so you don’t have to.”

“Thanks, Yoongi-yah.” She let out a breath of relief. “That would be a big help. Now, let’s wake the others up, cause they actually really need to hear this next part.”

“Hmm.” He kicked Namjoon’s shoulder. “Joon, wake up.”

“Wh-what?” Namjoon sat up straight and looked around. “Why’s it so dark in here?”

The others snickered.

“Maybe these?” Tae suggested, stealing his sunglasses and putting them on his face instead. “Wow, yeah, these are dark. How do you see in these things?”

“I’ll wake Jungkookie up,” Jimin offered, springing up and shoving the youngest boy. “Kookie, time to wake up!” Jungkook just groaned.

“He’s so cute,” Jin cooed, cradling him under his arm.

“JK, if you don’t wake up right now, I’m going to take a picture of Jin-oppa cradling you like a baby and send it to Jen,” Aviva threatened.

Jungkook sat up abruptly, nearly knocking his head into Jin’s.

“I’m awake! Don’t do it!”

“Blackmail?” Yoongi raised an eyebrow at her.

“The tricky part is, she’d probably think it was really cute,” Aviva admitted.

“Yeah, but cute in what way?” Jungkook thought aloud. “Probably not the right way…”

“What’d I miss?” Hoseok asked, walking back into the room.

“Doesn’t matter,” Aviva said. “Everybody else missed it as well…” She paused as Yoongi caught her eye. “…With the exception of Yoongi-oppa who gets a gold star.” Yoongi smiled smugly.

“Kinky,” Hoseok said appreciatively. Aviva blinked at him.

“…How?”

“I don’t want to know,” Yoongi said, waving his hand as Hoseok opened his mouth again. Hoseok shrugged.

“Anyway,” Aviva said loudly. “Special announcement—Youtube finally gave us permission for an official channel, so I’d like for you all to start posting vlogs.” They blinked at her. “Video logs.”

“Logs…” Jungkook stared at her uncertainly.

“Just talk to the camera,” Aviva said. “About what you did today, or what your hopes for the future are.” Namjoon grimaced, shaking his head. “Joon, I know you like to write silly raps just for fun sometimes, maybe you could record one of those? I could edit them in sort of a meme format, and that should attract some viewership.” Understanding passed over Jungkook’s face. Aviva pointed at Jimin and Hoseok. “And you two can post routines that wouldn’t be spoiling any original content.”

“Ah, like, coming soon, Bangtan boys,” Hoseok said the last part in a surprisingly deep voice. Aviva blinked.

“Hobi, you ever considered voice acting?”

“Eh?”

She shook her head. “But I’m getting sidetracked… anyway, I’d like you each to get me a video by the end of the week.”

“The end of the week!” Jungkook repeated worriedly.

“It doesn’t have to be anything special,” she told him. “Just be sure to record it in the studio, there’s the best soundproofing in there.”

“Beep—Wrong,” Taehyung said. “It’s the Bangtan Room, not the studio!”

“I’ll call it the Bangtan Room if you actually pay attention during next week’s meeting,” Aviva offered. Taehyung rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

“You drive a hard bargain, manager-noona.”

She sighed.

“But, who would want to know what we do all day?” Jimin wondered.

“Come to think of it, I’m not comfortable in front of the camera… I’m not sure I can do it,” Jungkook thought.

“I could be in the background out of the shot to keep you company,” Aviva offered. He frowned at her.

“Yeah, I think that would only make it worse.”

“Jungkook-ah, you’re going to be an idol, get used to it,” Yoongi said bluntly. Jungkook grimaced. “Unless you want to be treated like a baby forever?”

“No.” Jungkook’s brow furrowed.

“Don’t worry,” Jin said. “I’ll show you how to do it. Watch and learn!”

“…What, now?” Jungkook wondered, as no one moved.

“Ah… maybe tomorrow,” Jin thought.

“Okay.” Aviva gave him a thumb’s up. “Let’s meet at the studio around this time tomorrow and see how it’s going.” Jin smiled nervously. “Yoongi-oppa, text me some kind of treat you want and I’ll bring it for you.”

“Hmm, now I kind of want to know what Hobi thought a gold star meant,” Yoongi said thoughtfully. Hoseok opened his mouth again.

“Nope.” Aviva made an X with her arms.

‘Have you decided what you want?’ Aviva texted Yoongi first thing in the morning before she even got out of bed.

‘…I wanna eat meat.’

‘You always do! But remember the budget…’

‘right. ㅠ.ㅠ ok. Can I be exempt from logs for the next couple of weeks? I can do a product review of the new soundboard that I’m getting, but it hasn’t come yet.’

‘Ok. The viewers will miss out on your cute face, though,’ she texted before she thought too much about it. She froze. Shit.

‘Shut up >//<, u r the cute one.’

She laughed. ‘No, it definitely you. Just look at that emoji usage!’

‘u text like my grandma.’

‘u live like a grandpa.’

‘I see, so we match well together~’

She laughed again. It wouldn’t be too bad if not everyone got a log out this week. As long as two of three members posted something, that would be good. But was that really enough of a treat for Yoongi? She hadn’t done any baking in a while, and if she did something with ingredients she already had, it wouldn’t break the budget.

‘Do you like sweet things?’ She texted, and then got up to get dressed and start the day. Her phone buzzed. She finished getting dressed and looked at it.

‘d(^_^)b Duh. ♡.♡ Check the name.’

‘I thought it had something to do with basketball?’

‘…It does. I was just… guess I’ve spent too much time with hyung. ^^; ’

Aviva snorted.

That morning, Hoseok had somehow convinced Yoongi to join him at a nearby basketball court. They were shooting hoops, and Hoseok was frustrated, because Yoongi was winning, even though he kept taking breaks to look at his phone. He kept smiling at it, and at one point Hoseok even thought he blushed, although that might’ve been from the exercise.

“Who are you texting with?” He wanted to know.

“Your mom,” Yoongi said, without looking at him. Hoseok whipped at his ass with his sweat towel. Yoongi attempted to fight back, but Hoseok caught the towel, holding it as he smirked.

“Ah. I bet it’s Avi-yah.” He leaned over closer, trying to get a look at Yoongi’s phone screen. “What did she say that made you blush like that? Or was it a naughty photo?”

“That would be sexual harassment, technically, I think,” he said, twisting away from Hoseok, trying to keep his phone hidden. “Since she’s our manager.”

“Not if it’s totally consensual,” Hoseok thought, grabbing at the phone. Yoongi finally just shoved his phone in his bag.

“Let’s go back to the dorm and shower before she gets there,” he said.

“You don’t want her to see you all sweaty and messy?” Hoseok teased. Yoongi shot him a weird look.

“She’s seen me after dance practice plenty of times.”

“Ah, right.”

They walked out of the court, continuing down the street towards the dorm.

“Anyway, she doesn’t seem like the type,” Yoongi said, so quietly Hoseok almost didn’t hear him.

“To want to see you sweaty?” He wondered, confused. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“To take pictures like that.”

Hoseok blinked. “Eh? You were still thinking about that?” Hoseok grinned. Yoongi was definitely blushing this time. “It’s always the quiet ones. Like, I bet you’re pretty kinky.”

“Depends who I’m with,” he said honestly.

“Ah.” Hoseok nodded. “You’re a switch.” Yoongi stared at him.

“…Can I consensually murder you?”

“What? No! How would that even…” Hoseok stopped suddenly as a familiar car pulled up alongside them.

The window rolled down and Aviva waved at them.

“Morning, boys. Need a lift?”

“Sure!” Hoseok said, going to open the passenger seat door.

“Ah, no, I have stuff on the seat,” she told him. “Sit in the back.”

“Okay, okay.” They got in the back. “What’s on the seat?” He wondered, trying to lean forward to see.

“Buckle your seatbelt, Hobi,” she ordered.

“I got it.” Yoongi buckled him in.

“…They’re cookies I made for Yoongi-oppa,” she said quietly. Yoongi blinked, and then a smile spread over his face.

“What? Hyung doesn’t deserve cookies,” Hoseok protested. “He threatened to murder me!”

“Yeah, cause he was saying dirty stuff about you again, Siljangnim,” Yoongi told her, without even hesitating. Hoseok gasped.

“Aish, you tattletale! Seriously?”

“While I appreciate you trying to defend my honor, or whatever, oppa, don’t murder him, that would be too much paperwork. Anyway, that stuff doesn’t bother me,” Aviva said. Yoongi and Hoseok looked at each other, and then her.

“Wait, really?” Yoongi said. “Why?”

“I grew up with Soonyoung, so I’ve been kind of… desensitized to that stuff?”

“Ah.” Both boys nodded. “That’s why your reactions are so amusing,” Hoseok figured. Aviva made a face.

“You know, both her and Taehyungie have said that before, I don’t get what I’m doing that’s so amusing.”

“Hmmm. Well, it’s similar to the satisfaction I feel when get Yoongi-yah or Tae Tae to react to things,” Hoseok told her. “They’ve got good poker faces, but they’re marshmallows on the inside.”

“Yeah,” Aviva agreed. “Cause he’s Suga.” Hoseok laughed as Yoongi groaned, a hint of a smile on his lips.

Later in the Bangtan Room, Jin was dressed oddly formal, in a suit.

“Seokjin-oppa,” Aviva started, but Hoseok interrupted her, pressing his finger to her lips.

“Shush. Just let enjoy the view for a moment.” He paused, tilting his head. “Eh, the moment has passed—why such a plain suit? That cut and color? So boring…”

“More importantly,” Aviva said. “Jin-oppa, you don’t have to do this in front of us, if it’s stressing you out too much.”

“Ha ha, of course not! I’m not stressed at all,” Jin said. “Why would you think that?”

“You’re standing as stiff as a board!” Aviva said.

“So…” Jin brushed his hair away from his face, ignoring her. “I’m going to do a three-line poem using my name.”

Aviva stared at him as he recited. “I don’t get it... did I lose something in translation?”

“No,” Hoseok told her. “It’s just not funny.”

“Yah!” Jin said, finally breaking from his robotic stance. “What do you mean?”

“It wasn’t fun at all,” Jungkook agreed, his nose wrinkling as he smiled slightly.

“It was hilarious,” Jimin disagreed. “But maybe not for the right reasons.”

“I’ve been thinking about the concept for these logs, but… do you think three-line poems are the right direction?” Namjoon wondered, tapping his chin.

“Not to mention the suit…” Yoongi added.

“Right?” Hoseok agreed.

“Is it too much?” Jin touched his lapel nervously. “I thought it would show I’m taking it seriously.”

“Aw, Jin-oppa, I really do appreciate the thought…” Aviva smiled at him gently. He smiled back at her. “But you should change.” He pouted.

“What about Tae?” Jin wondered as she started shepherding him out of the room. “He’s just been whispering into the mic!”

Aviva shrugged.

“Eh, some people like that kind of thing.”

That night, Aviva had just gotten home when her phone rang. It was Jin.

She answered. “Yes?”

“Ah, Aviva-yah? I was wondering, well, I think I need to get more used to being in front of a camera, so, I thought… maybe you could take some pictures of me?”

“…Like a photo shoot?”

“Did somebody say photo shoot?” Soonyoung wondered, popping up from the couch.

“Ah, it’s Jin-oppa,” Aviva told her.

“Oh? That oppa? Can you put him on speaker?”

“Um, oppa, do you mind if I put you on speaker?” Aviva asked him. “Soonyoung-ah wants to be included.”

“S-Soonyoung-ah?” He repeated. “Um… okay, sure.”

“Alright.” Aviva hit a button. “You’re on speaker. I think I know where she’s going with this, by the way. Soonie’s always liked dressing people up and taking pictures of them.”

“Well, yeah,” Soonyoung said. “It’s fun. But you never played with me!”

“I don’t like having my picture taken, and I don’t really like dressing up either, you know that,” Aviva said.

“Anyway, it would be fun to have such a handsome model,” Soonyoung thought.

“H-Handsome?” Jin said. “You’re too kind.” Aviva squinted at her phone, wondering at Jin’s sudden change in personality.

“You don’t mind people dressing you up, do you, Jin-oppa?” Soonyoung purred. “Since you’re gonna be an idol soon, hmmm?”

“Ah, no, I don’t mind,” Jin said, sounding like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Great!” Soonyoung said. “I’ve got some free time on my hands, so why don’t you meet me in the morning, that’s when the light will be best—ooh, ask Hobi to pick out a few outfits for you to bring, he’s good at that.”

“Okay, the ladies have arrived!” Soonyoung sang loudly, as they entered the dorm the next morning. She looked around. “Where is my model?”

“Ah, Soonyoung-noona,” Jimin smiled at her sleepily. He was still in his pajamas, sitting on the couch and playing a game on his phone, by the looks of it. “I heard there’s a photoshoot happening? Jin-hyung is in the kitchen, as usual.” Jimin pointed in the correct direction.

“Thanks, cutie.” Soonyoung leaned over and kissed his cheek before continuing on to the kitchen. Jimin’s face turned red.

“W-what?”

“…You haven’t really interacted with her much, have you?” Aviva realized.

“Ah, no, I’ve only met her a few times.”

Aviva nodded. “You get used to it,” she told him. Jimin looked doubtful. “Is Namjoon-ah in there too? He said he needed something.” Jimin nodded.

In the kitchen, Namjoon’s spoonful of cereal was frozen halfway to his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He said, eyes wide as he looked at Soonyoung.

“Joonie, I don’t remember saying you could address me so informally,” Soonyoung said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Soonyoung-ssi,” Namjoon amended, putting his spoon down like he’d lost his appetite. “Could you please tell me... what the hell are you doing here?”

“Didn’t you hear me yesterday?” Hoseok wondered. “Jin-hyung’s having a photo shoot.” Namjoon’s eyebrows went up.

“With her?” He pointed at Soonyoung. Hoseok nodded. Namjoon patted the frozen stiff Jin on the shoulder. “Good luck, hyung. You’re gonna need it.”

Soon Soonyoung had left with Jin, somehow conscripting Jimin to help her, with Hoseok volunteering to go along.

“Do you think Jin-oppa has a crush on Soonie?” Aviva wondered as she sat with Namjoon, Jungkook, and Yoongi in the studio room. Jungkook and Yoongi were looking through a free-use video library for good meme clips to add Namjoon’s more serious than expected rap encouraging voting.

“What?” Namjoon stared at Aviva.

“She is hot,” Yoongi said, blunt as ever.

“Well…” Namjoon looked hesitantly at Aviva.

“She’s hot. She knows it, I know it, we all know it,” Aviva said, unconcerned.

“I guess,” Namjoon agreed reluctantly. “But I didn’t think Jin-hyung was the type to go for just looks.” He looked worriedly at Aviva again.

“It’s fine. I love her, including her personality, but I know she scares a lot of people,” Aviva said. Jungkook grimaced.

“She is a little scary.”

“Some people are into that,” Yoongi pointed out.

Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Jin-hyung is like that? Really?”

“We don’t know that,” Namjoon said, waving his hand. “And I never said I was scared of her.” Everyone looked at him in disbelief. “Okay, maybe I am a little scared of her…” Yoongi patted him on the shoulder.

“It takes a brave man to admit his fear,” he said. Namjoon smiled at him. “Which means Kookie is braver than you.” Namjoon frowned. Jungkook laughed. “Anyway, can we stop talking about this and get back to your video? I’m bored.”

As far as any of them could tell, Jin had survived the photo shoot. He was very quiet when he got back, but definitely more relaxed.

“These are actually great,” Namjoon admitted reluctantly, clicking through the photos of Jin on the studio desktop.

“Right?” Tae agreed. “The lighting and composition are gorgeous.”

“And the way she directs your eye to all these little details you’d normally miss is so cool,” Jungkook commented.

“…Did you both take photography in school?” Namjoon wondered.

“A bit!” Tae said.

“No.” Jungkook shook his head. “Just a personal interest.”

“Ah, you guys are constantly impressing me,” Namjoon said, patting both their heads at the same time. Tae smiled. Jungkook blushed.

“Okay,” Aviva said, walking into the room. “I got Jin-oppa to eat something and then sent him to bed.”

“Eat what?” Tae wondered.

“I picked fried chicken up as a treat,” Avi told them. “It’s in my office.”

“What?” Jungkook’s eyes widened. “Why didn’t you tell us earlier? It’s all gonna be gone.” He and Taehyung sped out of the room, though Namjoon stayed in his seat, frowning. Aviva sat next to him in Jungkook’s abandoned chair.

“Are you sure he’s alright?” Namjoon asked her.

Aviva nodded. “It’s just the Soonyoung after affect. I have seen it in many of her… um, objects of affections, over the years, even suffered it myself a couple of times.”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm. She pays so much attention to you, it gets overwhelming,” Aviva explained. “It feels like she’s breaking you down and building you back up again stronger. She probably would’ve been a good manager… but she’s always been more interested in the technical side of things. She picked a broken old PS3 up off the street the other day and fixed it.” Namjoon made an impressed noise. “Don’t tell the boys, I don’t want them showing up at my apartment to play it at weird hours.”

“Got it,” he said.

That night, Aviva stayed in the studio to watch the vlogs on the desktop. Guilt stabbed at her chest when she saw Tae’s video in the queue. She should’ve told him what was said in that marketing meeting as soon as she saw him, but she knew it would hurt him. She was hoping to fight it somehow. Maybe if he’d made a really cute video it would convince the marketing team to retract their decision?

She clicked play, watching Tae excitedly brag about all the business cards various talent agencies had given him. There were some big names in there. Aviva leaned back in the chair, trying to untangle her feelings—the ones that came to the top were pride and possessiveness. She was proud that others saw how brightly Tae could shine, but she wanted to be the one to show everyone that light. But wasn’t that selfish? If she really wanted him to reach his dreams, shouldn’t she encourage him to strive forward, even if that meant alongside someone else...?

She sat back up, watching the video as Tae happily told the camera that he was already taken, and started making the cards into paper cranes. She smiled slightly.

“Manager-noona!”

She jumped as she felt someone’s hands on her shoulders.

“Kim Taehyung-ssi, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“Nope.” He was grinning. “But the guys don’t fall for that anymore, so you’re my best target!” She glared at him. He poked her cheek and cooed. “Even your glare is adorable!” She sighed, running her hand through her hair. She stared up at him, wondering how to break the news. He bit his lip, his playful expression turning into something she couldn’t read. “Ah, manager, why are you looking at me like that? That’s no fair!”

“Did you get taller?” She wondered absentmindedly, thinking she was having to crane her neck more than usual to look at him.

“Did I?” He wondered. “Stand up.” He took her hands in his, pulling her to her feet. Then he measured the distance from his head to hers and nodded thoughtfully. “The height gap has changed. It appears you’re correct, I am taller.” He smiled. “You’re so tiny, manager!”

“I’m really not...” Aviva automatically hugged her arms over her stomach.

“Well, maybe not all parts of you are small...” Tae glanced briefly at her chest and then blushed, moving his gaze to the ceiling. “But they are parts of you, and together they make up someone beautiful.” He booped her on the nose. “And cute.”

“I don’t agree, but thank you for the compliment,” she said stiffly.

Taehyung frowned. “I don’t do empty compliments.”

“I know. I have told you I admire your sincerity, Taehyungie.”

“Hmmm. You know, Jiminie doesn’t think he’s cute sometimes too, which is ridiculous, because he always is!” He tilted his head. “And I know I’m good looking, but sometimes people call me beautiful, like a few of those agents giving me business cards...” He pointed to himself on the screen. “And I’m not so sure how I feel about that.”

“Do you not want to be called beautiful?” Aviva wondered.

“I don’t know. Do you think I am?”

“Yes,” she said honestly.

He smiled. “Well, that makes me feel good, even if I’m not sure that’s exactly how I see myself... because you don’t give empty compliments either. Isn’t it amazing, noona, that no one sees things the same? You see me differently than I see myself when I look in the mirror. It’s like a painting, or a poem—we’re all art up to each other’s interpretation. I want to know more about how you see me, and I want to tell you more about how I see you.”

Aviva stared at him for a moment and then shook her head. “Tae, you are special, I’m sorry I can’t put it into such pretty, cheesy words as you do. There’s something else I have to tell you, and I don’t know where to start…”

“Would this help?” He held a crane out to her, which was made out of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the country. She swallowed. “I want to make a set of one hundred, but I want you to have the first one.”

“Are you planning on getting a hundred more offers?” Aviva wondered.

“Eh, maybe, if people keep calling me pretty,” he joked. He pointed at the video. “Will you post my video first?”

“I... I can’t,” she told him apologetically.

His brow furrowed. “Why not?”

She took a deep breath. “There was a marketing meeting earlier and they said, well, they want you to be a secret member.”

“Secret member?” He repeated.

“They don’t want to announce you until later. They know you’ll do well with the intended demographic and they’re hoping you’ll have even more of an impact if you come as a surprise,” she explained.

“I see...” He said slowly.

“So I’m not allowed to post any images of you online, but... I can fight it, if you want me to, Tae.”

He blinked at her. “Why would you do that?”

“Because you’re just as important a member of this group as any of the others, and I don’t want you to feel left out,” she said.

He smiled, a little sadly. “Thank you for offering, but I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble with your sunbaenims.” He wrapped his arms around her. “I’ll make it through.”

Instead of Tae’s video, Aviva launched the official Bangtan Youtube account with Namjoon’s ‘get out there and vote!’ rap as the first post.

The next day she launched their twitter page after talking to them about what kind of message they wanted to open with:

'What’s up! This is BTS. We’re finally officially opening our BTS Twitter~ *Clap Clap Clap* We will upload more weird and fun things that one could have only imagined about before our debut…’

Next was Soundcloud, which she opened with a solo song adaptations by Rap Monster and Suga.

To wrap up the year, all of the boys recorded a Christmas diss track together (except for Hoseok who was visiting family for the holidays). They called out themselves, Big Hit, Bang-PD, even Aviva.

“When do I ever sleep?” She wondered, glancing over the lyrics as they gathered in the studio.

“Well, we told you it was a diss track,” Namjoon said slowly.

“Besides, blame Jungkookie,” Jimin said. “He wrote that part.” Jungkook and Aviva squinted at each other.

“You need to sleep more,” he told her pointedly.

“That’s not what you make it sound like!” She argued. “You make it sound like I’m at home sleeping while you work to death!”

“Aish, just post the video already before we all grow old and die,” Yoongi groaned.

Although only Jin and Rap Monster were featured in the Youtube video Aviva and Yoongi did the editing for, Tae was still excited to hear his voice in the background. Aviva returned his warm hug and tried not to think too much about the glow of pride for the first posts wearing off and leaving them only with the strain of hard work.

#bts #fanfiction #kim taehyung #min yoongi #jung hoseok #bts x oc #bts world #idolverse #manager!oc #bts predebut #ot7

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jemej3m · 5 years

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leisuring

directly caused by by @mini-minish‘s andrew in jenna marble’s leisuring suit, i present to you this:

a stupid short fic where andrew is jenna and neil is julien

(based loosely on her videos i want to be tall, i try hot glue crafts, cooking vegan thanksgiving food, giving my boyfriend acrylic nails and how many balloons does it take to lift my dog off the floor and maybe a few others)

Andrew frowned at the video. He almost ignored it: He ignored a lot of things on the internet, except for the video suggestions that truly stuck with him. And Neil’s texts.

Even then, sometimes he found himself so lost that spiral that was the internet that even Neil didn’t draw him out.

He’d seen shit like this all over the place already: Shane Dawson, all those pathetic beauty gurus, where edits brought their best (worst?) moments all together for a ten minute long shitshow.

And here was Andrew’s ten minute long shit show. Appropriately titled “andrew and neil annoying each other for ten minutes straight”, it was posted by some random person. Nicko. Weird.

Andrew almost didn’t click on it. Almost.

Then he did, and it unfolded like this:

“Andrew,” Neil said, exasperated. “What are you doing.”

Andrew was sat in a dark corner of the house, playing the electronic keyboard. It had a choral overlay, like a church choir was humming along to him. He said: “I want to be tall.”

Neil snorted. “Neither of us have grown since sixth grade.”

He played another chord. “I want to grow a whole eight inches, Neil.”

Neil arched an eyebrow, holding the camera in front of his chest. Andrew looked up at him instead. “You want to grow a whole eight inches.”

“Then I will be average height.” He played his third and final chord. “I want to be tall.”

Neil sighed. “Fine. Come on.”

cut screen

[andrew and neil annoying each other for ten minutes straight]

“Neil.” Andrew leaned into the study, where Neil was curled into a ball with a hood drawn over his head. He probably had woken up at six-am to go for a jog and hadn’t bothered to shower since, considering Neil was disgusting and nothing Andrew did would ever change that.

Neil looked up from the computer screen and immediately frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that.”

Andrew thought he was looking pretty dead-pan. Fuck Neil for being able to see right through him. “How would you feel - ”

Neil put his head in his hands. “Give me the sweet release of death already.”

“- about me giving you a full set of acrylic nails.”

Neil’s head dropped to the desktop with a loud bang.

“Neil.” Andrew snapped. “Neil. Quit that. You’re making a mess.”

“It’s fine.” Neil grinned, flipping a glass bowl and snatching it mid-air with his hand. The camera zoomed into Andrew’s eye twitching, every time Neil threw and caught that infernal bowl. “It’s fine. What’s wrong? Everything’s fine.”

“I fucking hate you.” Andrew growled.

“How many times did we have to go back to Party City to get these balloons?” Andrew wondered aloud.

“Six times.” Neil informed him, looking at how his cat (Sir, not King - King was way too hyperactive) was relaxing about three metres above the ground. She was suspended with seventy-two helium balloons, because Andrew wanted to know how many balloons it took to lift their small cat.

“She’s sleeping, ‘Drew.” Neil murmured grinning behind his hand. “Oh my god, she’s so relaxed. She’s sleeping.”

“It’s because King can’t reach her, and thus, can’t taunt her or wake her up.” Andrew looked at the dozens of balloons that now filled their living room with satisfaction. “It’ll be her safe space.”

Neil slung his arm around Andrew’s shoulders, still filming as their cat spun meaninglessly through the air.

“Ow!” Neil hissed, inspecting his now inch-and-a-half long acrylic nails. “Ow. What the fuck. What the fuck!”

“Calm down.” Andrew berated him, finishing the acrylic on his second last nail. “You’re being a wuss.”

“I want these off, now.” Neil moaned.

“Well, I don’t have pure acetone, so we’ll see if we can get them off at all.”

“Wait, what?” Neil yelped, glaring at Andrew. He widened his eyes. “What?”

“I’m going to give you a Brazilian Blowout.” Andrew menacingly waved his hairdryer around. “You’ll look like you’re compensating for a lack of an emo-phase in your teenage years.”

Neil grinned up at him from where he was sitting. “You never moved on from that phase, did you?”

Andrew almost stabbed him with the hairbrush. “I’m compensating for you.”

Neil settled into the chair. “Do what you want. Just don’t bring the FBI running.”

Andrew snorted.

Andrew walked out from the corridor in eight-inch heels, hair sprayed upright.

“Oh, damn.” Neil said, softly, looking at the leather boots and purple trousers that were tight around his thighs.

“Keep it in your pants, Josten.” Andrew said snipily. “Eyes are up here.”

“Don’t worry,” Neil grinned, craning his neck up to look at him. “That orange jacket is really turning me off.”

Andrew stared dead into the camera with a hat made out of hot glue to his head. The camera zoomed in. He slowly help up a different piece of hot glue.

“See, Five-Minute-Crafts? I can create random shit out of hot glue, too.”

It read fuck you.

“Neil, that’s too much cinnamon.”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Neil.”

“Yes?”

“I fucking hate you.”

“I’m angry.” Andrew said.

“Well, no shit.” Neil remarked. “You just spent six hours making a chair out of jeans, with nothing but staples to put it together.” He threaded his fingers through Andrew’s hair as his boyfriend looked up at him in misery. “It’s completely rational.”

“Should we bring her down?” Neil whispered. Sir hadn’t woken up from where she was napping, mid-air.

“Why are you whispering.” Andrew said flatly.

“She’s asleep. Don’t wanna be rude.”

“It’s a cat floating in midair. Somehow, I don’t think it cares.”

Andrew slowly turned his face towards Neil as he glittered with rhinestones. He’d never felt more itchy in his life, and he’d put on a hundred layers of fake eyelashes once.

“Pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass, pass,” Andrew winked at him and Neil grinned. “Smash.”

Neil stabbed a banana with his terrifyingly long nails and grinned at Andrew as disgusting banana goop got stuck under his nails. Andrew wanted to retch.

Then he bent down and tried to feed it from the cats, and Andrew hated his boyfriend so much.

“Are you satisfied, now?” Neil looked up at Andrew, who was a little unsteady in these eight-inch boots. His head hurt with the amount of hairspray they’d used to stand his hair up, even though his hair wasn’t even that long.

“This is now my permanent state.” Andrew replied.

Neil rolled his eyes.

“Guess who’s man isn’t here to be the idiot?” Andrew pointed at himself. “My man. Guess who’s going to compensate for Neil’s idiocy by dyeing his hair bright red?” He pointed at himself. “This bitch.”

“Neil.” Andrew said, voice on the absolute edge of losing it. Neil fucking threw a piece of cannoli dough into the deep fryer, getting hot oil everywhere. “If you’re going to go and be a tornado all through the kitchen, then fucking tornado your way out to the living room.”

Neil coughed in his ear on purpose, and Andrew grabbed him by the sleeve.

“Aw,” Neil was laughing too hard to be taking Andrew serious. “You’re no fun!”

Andrew shoved him onto the couch. “Stay there till the deep fryer is off.”

Andrew gazed out the window. “The sun has set since I started doing this.” He then turned, gazing straight into the camera. “The sun’s setting on the opportunity for me to do something with my life.

Sir lazed on the chair that Andrew sat beside, reading out the mean comments that the internet had spared her. She was the ‘dead’ one, an old cat who barely moved or even blinked, whilst King was the more challenged one, to say the least.

“Oh, look.” Andrew said icily. “It’s a comment from Allison Reynolds herself. Keep talking up your cats, Reynolds. We all know they can’t manage anything more than purely aesthetic function, just like yourself.”

Neil whistled lowly. “Not sure your best friend would appreciate you calling her girlfriend a trophy wife.”

“Is that not what Reynolds is?” Andrew snorted. “My mistake.”

Neil made kissy noises. “You lookin’ like a snack.”

Andrew brandished a kitchen knife. “Say that again, I dare you.”

Neil just grinned and mouthed love you.

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[thx for watching]

Andrew slapped his laptop closed.

“Neil,” He called over his shoulder. “I’m quitting Youtube.”

His boyfriend leaned over the back of the couch to loop his arms around Andrew’s shoulders and press kisses to his cheeks. “Uhuh. Because I’ve never heard you say that before.”

Andrew grumbled, grabbing Neil by the arms and throwing him over the back of the couch. He partially landed in Andrew’s lap.

“I’ve been jiu-jitsed!” Neil rolled off the couch with a melodramatic thud. “It’s all over. Tell my father I love him!”

“He’s dead and you hate him.” Andrew said flatly. Neil grinned up at him.

“You know me so well.” He sunk into the couch beside Andrew, curling into a ball against his side. “Will you show me this video of us?”

Andrew sighed, opening his laptop. He let himself droop his head down to Neil’s shoulder, somewhat nuzzling into the familiar scent of his shirt.

He’d quit another day.

thx for readin lmao

#andrew minyard #neil josten #andreil #youtube au #jenna and julien au #all for the game #jem writes

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tiktok famous (hc) - part four | p.p.

summary: episode four of tiktoks with y/n and peter ayooooo

warnings: cussing. what's new LOL

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- BACK AGAIN

- these are the imagines that i can pretty much just pump out because the plot line is like already layed out for me

- in conclusion i like writing these lol

- okay SO

THESE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE IDEAS::: spideybparker starbabez mrose12623 elliedevotee lilcassipuff buckybigbutt

THANK U! <3

^^ if you've changed your username i'm so sorry whenever i get requests i write down the username and it's lowkey difficult to track who is who and if they've changed it ahhhhh

- aight

- lets get into it

- yuhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- i'm gonna be saying yuh get into it so much in this imagine i apologize in advance

- like it's kinda bad

- oops

- so y'all know those audios that are like the fake calls

- it's like that man's voice he's like "hey whassup shorty your man around?"

- THAT ONE

- so naturally

- y'all know where this is going

- you and pete are just chilling (this is how all of them start. i feel like a broken record. help)

- you're like FUCK IT LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- you start recording

hey whassup shorty

- peter goes into FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE

- he's just playing video games (fortnite aye) but the S E C O N D HE HEARS THAT RANDOM MAN'S VOICE

- fuckin RIPS OFF THE HEADSET

- EYEBROWS FURROWED AS HE LOOKS AT YOU HE'S LIKE

- huh wHAT NOW

- ????!!!!!!!!!!

- you fail at keeping a straight face cause the fucking AUDIO

your man around?

- a wheeze FLIES out of you mouth as peter SHOOTS UP FROM HIS CHAIR

- big "FUCK NO!" energy

- mans practically jumps on top of you

- he's like angry and confused at first but then he sees how hard you're laughing and just gets even more confused

"what was that?"

- his voice is all high cause it does that in tense situations

- puppy face is loud n clear!

- babey

- meanwhile you can't catch your breath for SHIT

- so you show him the video as you continue to literally die

- as soon as he realizes he just melts

- he's like laying on top of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck before bursting out into laughter and holding you tighter

"you can't do that!"

- god me thinking about that happening irl is giving me BUTTERFLIES

- sexc

- okay this one is another fake phone call

- just gonna jump into it it's pretty much the same situation

- in this one you two are over 18 btw

- for ~legal reasons~

- the audio starts playing with the ringtone and peter just glances over

- he's too busy watching b99

- naturally

hey this is dr. alvarez! we received your pregnancy test results

- WHAT

- peter has never jumped so hard in his LIFE

- tv is PAUSED even captain holt has the shocked expression (who am i kidding it's holt his facial expression is as dead as a brick)

- 🅱eter literally yells

"WHAT"

- audio keeps going

is there a time next week you could come in and talk?

"y/n what"

- he runs over to you and you bust out laughing as he looks at your phone and realizes it's a tiktok

- an annoyed smile pulls at his lips and he groans and wraps his arms around you

"you had me there for a second"

- let's just say peter parker had family on his mind a LOT more since then

- wink wink

- k SO

- queso

- haha

- anyways

- y'all know that one sound

pussy so good i could save that shit for later

- welcome to straight tiktok!

- so y'all just chillin on his bed as best friends do

- on ur phones and shit

- and peter parker is a basic bitch so he has the led lights

- which i want SO BAD btw ugh my room would be such a vibe

- update i'm editing this and i just ordered some ayooooo

- anyways they're currently blue so like

- innocent

- chill

- but THEN

- the audio starts playing from peter's phone

pussy so good-

- you gAsp as the lights turn red

- ur like

- holy shit i didn't know parker could do that

- next thing you know peter's hand is on your chin/jaw (just about ur neck OOPS)

- his mouth is practically ON your ear

- you see him holding his arm out in front of you recording and you can't help but laugh

- but DAMN

his jawline is out and everything and he's fucking SMIRKINGGGG as he whispers the lyrics into your ear

- BUTTAFLIESSSSSSSSSSSSS

- big mattia vibes (btw that man is NOT attractive i'm sorry)

- moving on

- i know i've written one of the ones where you kiss your best friend

- but time to turn the tables

- oh how the turn tables

- time for y/n to be a bad bitch cause WE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE!!

- hell yea!

- so it's late right

- like late late

- at least midnight (sleep schedule is MESSED from quarantine though so honestly late rn is like 2 or 3 in the morning yikes)

- and ur hella bored

- on tiktok

- the fuck else do you expect?

- and you start doing the thing where you start thinking about getting up and doing something and you think about it so much that you physically can NOT sit there any longer and must Move or Die

- i KNOW i am not the only one

- so that happens

- and you're like FUCK IT

- so you walk out of your room and into peter's next door

- oh to live at avengers headquarters and live next to peter parker

- you just fucking stroll in

- peter's fat ass just goes "hey thanks for knocking"

- meanwhile you can't even stand to look at him because you're afraid that if you do all of your confidence will VANISH

- so you set up the camera and start recording

- at this point peter's sitting up and just watching you cause he's so confused

- and

- (HERE WE GO)

- it takes everything in you not to RUN OUT

- but you walk over to him

- wrap a hand around his neck

- tilt your head and lean down

- when peter realizes what's going on he's like OH MY GOD

- fight or flight response HITS except its JUST FLIGHT

- HIS BODY CHOSE FLIGHT

- he fucking REELS back

- can't even process that his best friend and crush since EVER just tried to kiss him

- sdfjksdkfjsdfg

- DKJFNHSKDFNSLA

- you're like fuck! so you turn to start r u n n i n g a w a y

- but then his hands wrap around your waist

- you FLY backwards and laugh as the two of you flop into the bed

- and he kisses you

- mwah ha ha haaaaaa

- don't ask why the evil laugh just accept it

- i am tired yes it is only 8:43pm i am still tired

- NEXTTTTTTT

- so y'all know those povs where it's like you find out your soulmate's first words on your bday

- well

- ha

- you and peter are bored because ~ q u a r a n t i n e ~

- chilling at headquarters

- bored in da house and i'm in da house bored

- and peter's like "imma make a pov!"

- okay!

- so i'm just gonna lay it out for you HERE WE GO

- he has the generic countdown thing (text boxes saying 3...2..1! you know the deal) and then he looks at his wrist and it says "hey spider-boy!" and he gets so flustered - next clip it's him running into "you" (obviously you're not actually in it but he does the text box thingy) - you're asking about what it says and try to get a peek but he pulls away - next clip it's right before your bday - and then you find out your quote and it says "it's spider-MAN! cause i'm a man!" - and peter is just looking anxiously/happily at the camera

- PERIOD

- i hope that was a good visual idk i tried

- and uhhhh yeah that one stays in the drafts bc he doesn't wanna expose himself

- moving right along by the way it's raining rn and i'm listening to my kind of woman by mac demarco and UGH this song makes me so...... jkdfhsdk

- OKAY THIS IS ANOTHER STRAIGHT TIKTOK ONE

- but it's cute so

- fuck it

- y'all know it

i wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes babe

- mischievous as ✨hell✨

- oh my god i got another idea okay i'm writing that after this one

- anyways!

- you and peter are chilling

- note: i yell at myself every time i write that because the AMOUNT OF THESE THAT START THIS WAY GOD

- he's watching netflix or something idk

- fyi outer banks is overrated sorry not sorry

- yell at me if u want but

- it's riverdale for vsco girls

- you set up the camera and start recording

- audio starts playing and you climb into his lap and he's like WOAH

- you like put your hands on his cheeks/jaws lol and you start mouthing the lyrics

- but the THING IS (pt 1)

- homeboy catches on pretty quick

- and

- fuck

- he starts MOUTHING THE LYRICS BACK

- you deadass have to take a second and reel back to catch your breathe

- but the THING IS (pt 2)

- HE'S GOTTEN ALL INTO IT

- SO HE PULLS YOU BACK IN

- UR FUCKIN FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING AND YOU BOTH JUST START REALLY AGGRESSIVELY MOUTHING THE LYRICS

- kinda hot doe

- something for u to think about at night

- hey bitch this is a reminder to write about the fairy comments

- thanks past me

- SO

- hmm lemme think

- okay

- so

- okay yes

- so peter-man posts a tiktok of him doing flips n stuff

- like very generic white boy look at me doing things

- and it's very impressive

- but

- you decide to just GO AT IT IN THE COMMENTS

- LIKE TOTALLY ANNIHILATE HIM

- i'm just gonna write some examples

- fuck me for writing this on a computer finding all these emojis on here is very difficult

- oh well

- here we go:

- oh my god a squirrel just climbed up the tree in my front yard and it caught me so off guard my heart skipped a beat

- wait okay irrelevant

- for real this time here we go:

you ate that 💕🧚‍♀️⚡🌟next time make it me instead 💖🧚‍♀️✨ omg peter you came on my fyp 🧚‍♀️💖✨but make it on me next 🧚‍♀️💕✨🦋 a necklace 💕✨🧚‍♀️⚡but make it your hands ✨💖🦋😌

- and so on

- lets just say when peter saw those

- his face got SO RED

- TOOK HIM AT LEAST TEN MINUTES TO COMPOSE HIMSELF

- AND THEN HE RAN INTO YOUR ROOM

"y/n what is this"

"uh fairy comments"

"but they're so-"

- you just stare at him and like

- shrug

- but knowingly

- HAHA OKAY NEXT ONE

- okay i took a break to go sit in the rain and eat hawaiian rolls 10/10 experience def go do that next time it rains

- i think i wrote one like this but with the supalonely dance

- so this time

- we doing the savage dance

- first of all that song is a BANGER

- second, the dance is SO FUN

- so it's the same thing as last time

- you set up the camera but have it face peter instead of u sneaky sneaky

- and then u start doing the dance of course

- and obv peter is like yuhhhhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- clapping along and smiling and whooping

- supportive bby

- but THEN

- YOU THROW IT BACK

- HOMEBOY DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING

- HALF OF HIM IS LIKE OH FUCK I SHOULD'VE STOPPED HER

- OTHER HALF IS SAYING holy shit !

- once you finish you look at peter and he's just like 👁👄👁

- lol

- anyways

- you watch that video MULTIPLE TIMES afterwards

- okay in this one you and pete are 18+ because

- we like being legal 😌✋

- but it's one of those where you walk out in front of your boyfriend naked

- so peter just got home from patrol and climbs in through the window of y'alls shared apartment

- oh to live in an nyc apartment with peter parker UGH

"y/n? i'm home babe"

- the camera is shaking because you're laughing so hard and kinda nervy

- but you walk out of y'alls room and peter just turns to you

- nearly drops his fucking mask

- he's shocked for a second before he gets such a big smile on his face and throws you over his shoulder

- hehe

- okay last one i love this one sm this tiktok came up on my fyp and i immediately though THIS IS Y/N AND PETER

here it be::

https://www.tiktok.com/@wizqueifa_/video/6826567570116611333

god i hope that works and y'all can watch it lmk if u can't like if the link doesn't work or anything

- okay basically it's that tiktok but u and peter

- like that video EXACTLY everything about it is perfect

- that's it lol

- and i recommend watching her other tiktoks with her boyfriend bc their relationship is adorable and it's totally y/n and peter

- okay i think (hope to god) i've written all the ones that y'all requested

- i think i might only do just one more part of these???? idk i feel like if i just keep going on with them (cause obv trends keep coming) half this book would just be the tiktoks lol

- ANYWAYS

- peace out homies i love each and every one of you

- be kind to urself and try to be productive

- i'm gonna go try and write some more so

- yes

- MWAH <3

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hi i hope you guys are doing well

ily

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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Serendipity (C.B) | Chapter 5

Summary: Serendipity: (n) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Popular youtuber Isabella Hart, known as Bella to her audience, bends over backwards to separate her youtube life from her private life. Known for her overall clean content and her bubbly attitude, Isabella has a wild side to her that only those inside the youtube community know about. When Bella meets Colby during one of the trap house parties she finally meets someone she can be her genuine self with. When trouble arises after their meeting, will Bella be able to hand the pressure or will she destroy her relationship with Colby as well as herself in the process. [This starts in 2018]

Written: 2019

Word Count: 2,209

Warnings: swearing

Serendipity Masterlist

"Jake, get the camera out of my face right now or I'm not going with you!" I scream while covering my face. Jake was standing at my door with the camera on and pointing at me. I wasn't done getting ready and I honestly was expecting Jake to be late.

"Don't you need me for your video?" Jake still had the camera on me and let himself in.

"I can just film something else. Maybe I'll invite Aaron or Corey instead."

"Ugh, okay." Jake turned off the camera and flopped himself on the couch.

"Thank you, Jakey. I'll be ready in ten minutes." I quickly run into my bathroom and finish doing my makeup.

Sam and Colby are away for the week filming for the Sam and Colby channel. I still hang out with everyone when Colby is gone. Today Jake and I are spending the day together. We're filming a video for both of our channels. Both require us to go out. I'm doing a makeover video on Jake for my channel and for his channel we're doing a video at the dollar store.

I finish up my makeup and grab my backpack with my camera gear. I kick Jake's leg to get his attention and turn my camera on his face. He was about to say something but saw the camera and looked at me.

"Haha, very funny. I get it, I won't do that to you again." I smile and turn my camera off. I follow Jake down to the car and hop into the passenger seat. As I put my seatbelt on Jake hands me a Starbucks cup and pastry bag.

"I know you probably skipped breakfast," Jake says as he starts the car. I notice his lack of a drink.

"Thanks. I guess I'm buying lunch." I open the bag and I see that he got me a ham and cheese croissant. I take a bite of my sandwich and put my feet up on the dashboard. I post a lot of our drive on my Instagram story.

I also send an occasional text to Colby. I try not to bother him when he's away in different a state filming. I get worried that something is going to happen. I think Jake and the other roommates caught on to that any always offer to hang out with me. This is why I always hang around Jake or the other girlfriends. I wasn't always worried when Colby and I first started dating. But the longer we're dating the more worried I get about him. I know how dangerous it can be for him and Sam. I don't know how Kat does it. She's been dating Sam longer and had to deal with this for about 2 years. I wonder where Colby and I will be in 2 years.

"Jake, can you calm down? I don't want to get kicked out of the mall." I say while laughing. Jake and I finished filming part of my video and are now eating lunch.

We're eating food from the Panda Express while sitting at the table. Jake was messing around as usual. Halfway through lunch Jake shoved two chopsticks in his mouth and began making walrus noises while standing in his chair. It was funny but I didn't want to draw more attention to ourselves. While filming my video we ran into fans a couple of times. They would almost always see us together and ask if we were dating. I guess Jake could sense that I was a little upset and was trying to make me laugh.

' "Fine!" Jake climbs down from the chair and sits down normally. He has a satisfied smile on his face and continues eating.

"You're an idiot."

"Hey, I may be an idiot, but at least I'm not stupid." I roll my eyes and go back to eating.

****

"Hey Colbs, how was your day?" I'm laying on my couch editing my video with Jake. He left about 2 hours ago.

"It was good. Sam and I found a few more places to explore while we're out here. What about you, Bells? How was your day?"

"I hung out with Jake and got a video for my channel."

"Were you guys together all day?"

"Yeah, we were. We had to head back to my apartment because fans kept finding us."

"I see... I'm glad you had fun. What are you doing tomorrow?" Colby's tone of voice shift.

"Kat, Devyn, and I are going to have a girls night. What about you? Are you exploring again?"

"Yeah."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just tired. Exploring takes a lot out of a person. It's also late. I'll call you in the morning. Good night."

"Good—" Colby hangs up before I can finish wishing him a good night. I'm a little hurt but I brush it off. He said he was tired.

I wanted to talk a bit more, but I understand that he's away working. With me being out from school for the summer I was hoping to spend some time with him. But then Colby gave me his full summer schedule and for at least a week a month, he and Sam will be gone. I knew this when I agreed to date him. It's starting to get hard though. When Colby gets back we'll only have a little over a week before I leave for a few brand deals and collabs in Hawaii.

On top of our busy work schedules, keeping our relationship a secret is a lot of work. We barely get to spend time together when we're both free. When do get that free time we have to consider where we can hang out. The public is off limits unless it's night time. Even then, that's difficult. We either spend time at one of our places or somewhere where it might be hard to run into fans. We also spend a lot of time at parties, when he and his roommates aren't throwing one.

I know we agreed to wait but it's become increasingly difficult. Brennen or one of the roommates have their cameras or phones out ready to shoot all the time. At this point, I feel like someone is accidentally going to out us before Colby and I can say something on our own terms.

****

The living room is full of junk food and pillows. Kat, Devyn, and I converted my living into a campsite. We made a fort with my extra blankets and pillows. We laugh and joke about everything we can. It's our own little girlfriends' club. It's more for Devyn because she's with the boys in the house when she's not working or hanging with other people. A couple of time when the boys go on overnights Kat and I would go to the house and spend the night there. It's funny, I've had sleepovers with the other girlfriends but I haven't slept over with Colby yet.

"So, Isabella, you've been quiet over there about yours and Colby's relationship while Devyn and I bitched about ours. How are you guys? Are you guys still in the honeymoon phase?" Kat asks before popping a cherry into her mouth.

"I guess we are. Actually, I do have a question. A few questions, actually."

"What's wrong, honeybun?" Devyn puts her cup down and gives her attention to me.

I explain to them the conversation I had with Colby last night. Word for word.

"... I don't know how you two do it. I guess your situations are different. How do you guys feel about when they meet fans. I know it sounds bad but I mean the ones that want more than a normal picture. Like the ones that push themselves onto the guys. I know for Colby at least fans always want a kiss on the cheek or something. But I'm afraid of those fans who purposely turn their heads or try to jump Colby. He's really close to his fans and I don't want to be that girlfriend that's super controlling and telling him what he can and can't do." I stop myself before I become an emotional mess.

"I mean, our situations are so much more different from yours hon. I wish we could give you some advice. The only thing I can think to say is to talk to Colby about this. He's bound to understand. I kind of understand the whole fan thing. It was one of the first things I told Sam about before I even said yes to being his girlfriend." Kat points out.

"I am going to talk to him about it. I want to talk about it. It's just, I want to do it in person but he travels a lot and we're both busy. I only recently got out of school for the summer so I have slightly more free time but my manager is an ass and keeps scheduling me for things. Colby and I only have such limited time to spend together every week and I don't want to possibly start a fight."

"He'll understand. He's not going to be a jerk about it. C'mon, this is Colby we're talking about. This is the same guy who kept his cool when he thought he was going to be stuck in Japan alone for a while. He won't start a fight over this. I promise you." Devyn pats my head to reassure me.

"Okay, I'll do it when he gets back. Anyway, can we please take the attention off of me?" I joke as I shovel another spoon of ice cream in my mouth.

"Yeah. So what our plan for when Gabby comes next month?" Kat asks.

"Gabby?" I look between Kat and Devyn.

"Yeah, Jake's girlfriend. She's coming down from Kansas to visit for a week." Devyn explains.

"Jake has a girlfriend?" In all my time hanging out with Jake he never mentioned dating anyone. Then again, how do you bring that up without it being completely random and awkward? Both Kat and Devyn look at me like I just grew a third eyeball.

"He's never mentioned her?" Devyn asks sitting up.

"No, but it's not like I talk about Colby in every conversation we have. Same with you two; you guys don't talk about Sam and Corey all day every day. Except for girl's night, obviously."

"You're so right. You know what? I'm going to make a trap house girlfriends group chat so you two can get to know each other and we can plan what to do when she gets here." Kat pulls out her phone and begins typing.

"So are you making a trap girlfriends group chat?" I close the lid on my ice cream and cuddle with my pillow.

"Yeah, Devyn and I have one with Gabby but because she's in a different state it doesn't get used as much as our group chat with you. We just use it to catch up and all that."

"You'll like her though. She's cool." Devyn follows suit and closes her ice cream.

"It takes a lot for me to hate someone or not like them." I take all three ice cream cartons and take them to my kitchen.

It's not that strange that Jake never mentioned that he had a girlfriend. It's not like it means anything, right? It simply never comes up in conversation. I don't talk about Colby when I'm out with Jake. Then again, Jake knows that I'm dating Colby and he lives with him. He's also known Colby longer than I have. I don't know how or why we would bring up our significant others. It's not like Jake and I have the type of relationship where we just talk and dish about our lives. We just hang out and do crack head shit. As far as I'm concerned, Jake and I are two friends who just hang out. I haven't had a real friend in a long time and now I have a whole group of them.

I close the freezer and walk back into the living room where Devyn and Kat are now laying on the floor. They both have their phones glued to their face. I left mine on the floor when I went to put the ice cream away. I wedge myself between Kat and Devyn and chest my phone. I see a lot of messages from the new group chat.

"Isn't it like 3 am in Kansa right now?" I ask as I introduce myself to Gabby.

"Yeah, but Gabby's sleep schedule is basically nonexistent. Speaking of which, we should try to go to bed so we can take over iHop in the morning." Devyn suggests as she put away her phone. I put away mine and fake yawn.

"Yeah, we're so tired let's go to bed right now." Kat jokes. She starts to fake snore loudly, which earns a giggle from Devyn and me.

"I'll put on a random movie and maybe we'll fall asleep." I crawl over Devyn to get the tv remote and head straight to Netflix. I go to the romantic comedy section and press play on the first movie there. Halfway through the movie all three of us knock out.

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lachlantrash · 6 years

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Instagram.

"He/She posted a picture with another guy/girl on Instagram."

A/N Btw Mitch is single in this and every other Lachlan imagine he's in, unless I've specified otherwise so leave me alone okay chill the fuck out fam.

'Hey (Y/N)... I know you and Lachlan have ended things but since you're back in Florida, I was wondering if you'd like to meet up with Mitch and I?' The text message you get from Jerome says.

'Sure, as long as you guys won't be awkward about it. We were friends before him and I dated, we can continue being friends after.' You text back, running a hand through your hair.

You and Lachlan dated for nearly a year, you even flew away from your home in Florida to move in with him merely six months into the relationship. But right before the one year mark, Lachlan called off your relationship saying he didn't see it going anywhere. You were heartbroken, there you were in another continent for a boy you thought you'd spend forever with, and he broke up with you. You moved out a few days later, flying back to America and spending time with old friends before returning to Florida. You were going to try and stay in Australia, but everywhere you went reminded you of Lachlan, so you had to get out.

'No worries, want to meet up at our place?' Jerome texts you back, and you sigh out as you type out a 'yeah'. You get out of bed, for the first time today (even though it's 2p.m.) You go into your closet, deciding on a simple black v-neck and a pair of jean shorts. The weathers hot so you top it off with sandals and brush your hair out of a bun it was in.

Before you dated Lachlan, you were really close to Jerome and Mitch. Obviously when you moved to Australia it was harder to communicate, but you tried to maintain a good friendship with them because lets face it, they're probably the only reason you and Lachlan got together. Lachlan came to Florida to visit, but only Jerome knew. So you were hanging with Mitch, and in walked the tall blonde with Jerome and instantly you two hit it off.

'I'm leaving my house now, I'll be there soon.' You text Jerome, grabbing your keys before heading off. You stop at a coffee shop that's on the way to Jerome and Mitch's house, getting yourself and Jerome a coffee before continuing on your way.

"(Y/N)!!!!" Mitch shouts when you pull into the driveway. Both Jerome and Mitch were outside of the house, making it obvious to them when you arrived.

"Hi Mitch." You laugh as you step out of your car. "Hey Jerome, I got you coffee." You add, motioning to the extra cup in your hand.

"Ah, well thank you so much. I finished my cup off a few hours ago, I didn't know how I'd survive." Jerome thanks you, walking towards you to grab the cup from your hand. He pulls you in for a brief hug, though it's awkward since the both of you are holding coffees and are desperately trying not to spill them.

"C'mon Mitchell, I won't bite!" You smile to Mitch as you pull out of your embrace with Jerome.

"We've missed you, (Y/N). Try not to move to Australia again." Mitch says as he hugs you.

"I'll try my hardest not to move to Australia, I don't really have a reason to be there anymore." You smile sadly.

"Sorry, that was inconsiderate given the circumstances. I just meant don't leave Florida, y'know?" Mitch says, letting you go with an apologetic smile.

"No it's totally fine, honestly. I'm fine about it right now. Anyways, what did you guys have planned for today?" You say, changing the subject.

"Well... We were thinking you could record a few videos with us? A would you rather video for my channel, and a challenge video for Jerome's?" Mitch asks sheepishly.

"Ah, I see why I was invited here now. Trying to keep the channels interesting, huh boys?" You laugh.

"To be fair, I just wanted to hang out with you but Jerome suggested we record some videos with you." Mitch dejects, not wanting it to seem like his idea.

"Way to sell me out." Jerome says, pouting for half a second before smiling. "I couldn't even pretend to be mad, he's not lying."

"I guess I can be in a few of your videos." You sigh dramatically pretending it's a hassle to record with them.

~While recording.~

"I still can't believe you'd rather have a third leg over a third arm." You laugh at Mitch, reaching into your bowl of Would You Rather questions that Jerome wrote down for you.

"Would you rather date Jerome or Mitch?" You read out loud, rolling your eyes. "Seriously guys?" You ask.

"I didn't come up with the questions, be mad at Jerome." Mitch points out.

"I'd rather date Mitch, he gives better hugs. I hope all of you get a comforting Mitch hug one day. Plus, he didn't come up with these questions." You say, looking at the camera.

"Awe, why thank you Princess." Mitch says, pulling you into one of those comforting hugs you were talking about. You tense up, remembering the pet name Lachlan had called you throughout your relationship.

"What, a pet name already?" You try to sound casual, but your words come out as a shaky stammer.

"Of course." He winks, pulling away obviously not noticing your behavior. "Okay, I think that's good enough of a video for today, I'd like to thank (Y/N) for joining us and hopefully she'll be back again." Mitch says, then does his outro before standing.

"I could never do this as a job, I don't know how any of you boys do it. It's so time consuming." You sigh, tucking hair behind your ear as you try to calm yourself.

"Awe, it's not that bad. Hey, I have a question for you." Mitch says, starting to move things around so it's his normal recording set-up.

"Shoot it." You say as you stand, helping him move lights around the room.

"Do people know you and Lachlan aren't together anymore? If I post that they might ask why you're in Florida and Lachlan's not, so I just want to make sure it's fine for me to post that." Mitch tells you, moving his tripod to the corner of the room.

"I don't think he told his fanbase yet but my friends and his friends know. I don't have a problem with you posting it, I guess ask him if he cares." You shrug.

"Well uh, my phones dead... Do you think you could text him for me?" Mitch asks sheepishly. You sigh, grabbing your phone from your pocket.

'Hey... Mitch just recorded a video with me in it, he wanted to check with you to see if you care if he posts it, but his phone died.' You text Lachlan, the first text you've sent him in a few days. You have texted him twice since you moved, both asking him to mail you things you forgot. Neither time did you get a reply directly from him, but you did get emails from an international shipping company saying your packages were on their way.

'He can do whatever, I don't care.' Lachlan texts back, and you roll your eyes and respond with a k.

"He said 'he can do whatever, I don't care.'" You tell Mitch, who mumbles something under his breath.

"Okay, I'll edit it and get it up as soon as I can tonight." Mitch says.

"I'll watch it tomorrow, but I think I'm going to head out. I have to do boring people-non Youtube related jobs... You wouldn't understand." You say with a smile.

"And by that you mean stay at home in your pajamas?" Mitch laughs back, and you nod. "Okay, but keep in touch! We need to hang out again soon."

"I will, don't worry. Tell Jerome I said bye, and thanks for inviting me over." You tell Mitch, and then you leave.

~Next Morning, Mitch's P.O.V~

I wake up and check my phone, seeing I have a few texts from Lachlan.

'Seriously man, not only did you record a video with her after we broke up, but you had to ask her about dating? Why the fuck did you call her princess?'

'Calm down, it was for a video dude.' I text back, rolling my eyes at his anger. He broke up with her, so even if I was flirting it doesn't involve him anymore.

'I don't get why the fuck you're still talking to her, we broke up. Just leave her alone.'

I leave his message on read, and instead I click (Y/N)'s name in my phone. 'Lachlan texted me, he wants me to leave you alone. Could you text him saying it was just a video, he's pissed I called you princess.'

~Your P.O.V~

'Lachlan texted me, he wants me to leave you alone. Could you text him saying it was just a video, he's pissed I called you princess.' You open the text message Mitch sent you. You tell him you'll talk to Lachlan, though you'd really rather not. He shouldn't have a problem with Mitch's video, even if he is your ex, he can't control who hangs out with you.

'Can you explain to me why you have a problem with Mitch's video?' You send to Lachlan.

'Can you explain to me why you let him call you princess? That's my name for you.' You roll your eyes at his reply, he doesn't own the name.

'You don't own the petname princess. And even if it was your name for me, we're over now so it doesn't matter.' You send back.

'Oh, so you guys were trying to make me jealous? I'm over you.' He sends back.

'No, we weren't trying to make you jealous. Just leave Mitch alone, he's just being a good friend after someone broke up with me unexpectedly because he didn't see our almost year long relationship going anywhere.' You send back, getting out of your messages so you don't feel compelled to read any message he might send.

~Few hours later.~

'I didn't mean for him to do that, I'm so sorry (Y/N).' Mitch texts you. It was your most recent message, along with about ten from Lachlan and a notification saying he posted a picture on Instagram.

"If the video wasn't clarification enough, (Y/N) and I broke up." And the picture is one of him kissing a ginger girl.

'Honestly you sicken me. We never talked about telling your fans that we broke up, and you letting them know like this shows you only think of yourself.' You text Lachlan, ignoring his messages of 'I'm honestly over you' and 'Answer me dammit.'

'You letting another man call you princess sickens me. I loved you, you were my princess and now you're letting someone else call you it as if our eleven months were nothing.' Lachlan sends back.

'What the actual fuck? You broke up with me. I was hopelessly in love with you, hell if I'm being honest I still am, and you broke up with me. I moved to another continent for you, I lost the majority of my friends to be with you. My sister hasn't talked to me in weeks, because she's pissed I moved to Australia for you. I did all of that for you, and you broke my heart and sent me back to a place where I'm alone again. You treated our eleven months as if they were nothing as soon as you told me you wanted me to move out.' You say, crying as you type out the message. How could he be mad at you for this? He caused it.

'I made a mistake and told you to leave, I just didn't appreciate what I had. But when Mitch called you princess I realized I lost everything. I've been broken too, you're not the only one hurting from this. I'm the one who goes to bed at night remembering that I ruined us. I don't like being away from you, I miss you so much.' He sends, sending your heart into overdrive.

'You don't get to do this. You don't get to just tell me how you're hurt and have me come back only for this to happen again. You posted a photo of you online kissing some girl, who is she? If you're as broken as you say you are then why do you look so happy to be with that girl?' You text back.

'You were with Mitch, I didn't do anything different than you did. Her name is Hailey, she's a friend who decided to help me try and make you jealous online. You weren't answering my messages so she suggested doing this, and it seems to have worked.' You can't believe him.

'I didn't kiss Mitch, I didn't do anything with Mitch besides make a youtube video. Kissing another girl and showing it off online two weeks after we broke up isn't going to make me come back to you.'

'I don't expect you to come back, I just want you to let us move forward with the relationship we had. I'm so pissed with myself because of what I did, and I wouldn't expect you to come fly back out here after what you're going through. I'll come to you, I'll come to Florida and we can stay there if that's what it takes to get another chance with you. I took the post down as soon as I knew you saw it, please give me a chance.'

'Don't waste your time flying out here yet, give me a few days to feel this out through text message. This isn't me forgiving you, I still can't believe you kissed another girl in hopes to get me back. Honestly that's a stupid idea and she probably just wanted to kiss you. I don't blame her, I would have too. You're so lucky I fell so hard for you, you're getting one more chance and if you fuck up for even a second then that's it.'

'That's all I'm asking for, I'll never ruin us again.'

A/N So I think this had a cute ending amirite or amirite?

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namjoonsteeth · 7 years

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Ruin The Friendship (part III)

Title: Ruin The Friendship (mini-series) Part 3

Word-Count: 6.3k

Pairing: Jay Park/ Reader (kinda)

Summary: Best friends to lovers. Inspired by Ruin The Friendship - Demi Lovato.

Genre: Smutty Fluff

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

There’s a picture of me on Jay Park’s Instagram.

This wouldn’t be the first time. He used to post dumb pictures of me edited to look like I had a mustache or drawn on huge boobs. This picture isn’t like that. Taken the last night Jay was home almost a week ago, it’s hard to tell who exactly is in the picture. I’m lying on my chest, my bare back facing the camera while my hair fans out messily covering my face. Posted with a black and white filter, the photo looks too intimate to be just anyone.

He’d disabled the comment section so I’m spared any attack from some of his more “protective” fans. I reread the caption, unable to stop the silly grin from taking up my face. I look around making sure my assistant, Bora, isn’t around to tease me yet again for being infatuated.

As always, I miss her the most.

He’s disgustingly cute. I send him a text message telling him it’s still a no on the pictures he’s been asking for since he left.

Y/n: I’m still not sending you nudes, even if you did post a fake cute picture of me.

He texts me back almost immediately.

Jay: fake!? I’m offended.

Y/n: Go to sleep

Jay: I can’t. Can I call you?

I look at my phone. It’s about one am on the east coast in the states. It’s usually around this time that he’s been calling either before he goes out or when he’s in bed. I won’t pretend like I’m over the butterflies in my stomach at being the person he calls at night. Back when he’d just become a trainee, he’d call me before he went to bed every night. He’d been so lonely back then, wanting so badly to be apart of something successful yet wanting to come home at the same time. Those were the hardest times for us. I’d been helpless. I couldn’t make it better for him, and I also couldn’t let him know how much I’d wished he’d come home too.

I call him, deciding to take a break from the work on my laptop. He answers on the first ring, his smooth voice filling my body and causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. He shouldn’t have so much control of my body from across the world, but he does and it’s apparent in the way I sigh involuntarily like I’m finally at ease when he speaks.

“Hi, baby,” he says. He sounds so tired. It seems like every day he becomes more and more drained but there’s still that hint of Jay optimism that says whatever is happening is going well. He still hasn’t told me what exactly he’s up to, other than that I should expect some big news by the end of his trip.

“Hey, you ok?” I ask. He yawns loudly, there’s shuffling in the background like he’s shifting around.

“Yeah, everything is good. What about you? How’s work going?”

He’ll never admit to being tired. Even as he drifts off to sleep in the middle of our conversation, leaving me talking to myself for a good five minutes, he’ll still insist on blaming it on how melodic my voice was or some shit.

The time difference is the worst. Tonight when I’m headed to bed, and he’s got a free moment in between work, it’ll be the same. We’re figuring it out, I think. I mean, we always have. In the past, I’d chalk up our times of lack of communication as being us just growing up. We’ve always been able to go through time without contacting each other then coming back together when we could. Now, it seems like there’s no other option but to tough through it. I try not to complain because I know there will be longer stays, times when he’s touring, times when I have to travel. This New York trip is a test of our newborn relationship. If we can’t get our shit together for this, it’ll never work out.

I hang up the phone on a snoring Jay and reopen my laptop.

“How’s boyfriend?” Bora bounces in, her shoulder-length lilac purple hair swinging behind her. She’s carrying an arm full of clothes probably double her petite weight, yet she moves quickly; hanging up items and ordering them for our next fitting.

I shrug. “I don’t know he fell asleep again,”

Bora shakes her head smiling at her busy hands. “You two love to torture yourselves for each other,”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve gotten like five hours of sleep every night since he left. I’m sure he’s in the same boat if not worse. Believe me, I think it’s cute and all but I don’t see how you guys do it,”

I want to tell her that it’s not a question. When he’d kissed me, he held a part of me that he hasn’t yet returned. I’ve become so obsessed with him ( more so than before) that it’s a no-brainer. I’ll stay up as long as I need to if it meant seeing him through a grainy pixelated screen as long as he promised to come back.

I don’t tell her any of that. Instead, I shrug and go back to replying to an email, requesting us to style a Korean rapper who was invited to an American awards show.

“How are we feeling about the L.A gig?” I ask her.

“I’m in. I have a few options in mind we could think about, so I think we should do it,”

I nod at her and confirm a consultation for tomorrow morning. Bora has been my assistant for about a year now. She’s good enough to work on her own, but thankfully for me, she’d rather not. With her apart of the company, I have much more time to actually sleep in my own bed sometimes. She knows the ends and out of my business sometimes better than I do.

“So, we’re all set up for the Zino shoot,” I tell her putting the La event into the calendar. “I want you to put together a profile of what you were thinking about for tomorrow, and I’ll go through some stuff that we have maybe we have something he might like,”

“How about you go home and get some rest, and I’ll take care of the fitting today. I’ll even sort through some stuff for tomorrow. You look like you’re dead on your feet,”

I roll my eyes at her. “Oh, thanks a lot, but no. I can’t just sleep in the middle of the day,”

“You’re half asleep now, y/n,”

“Stop trying to get rid of me,” I laugh.

Still, I take her advice and head home after another hour.

My place feels emptier than it did this morning. With Bora handling everything at the studio and Jay sleeping, there’s really not much to do but sleep myself I guess. Bora is right. I haven’t slept at all these past couples of days. Jay and I haven’t put any official title to this thing between us. ‘Boyfriend’ sounds kind of lame if I think about it too much. He’s still who he was before; my favorite person in the world. Of course, I can’t go around calling him anything like that; for one his head would get so big, I wouldn’t be able to live it down. It seems so juvenile. Eighteen year old me would be having heart palpitations at the thought of being Jay’s girlfriend. I’m over the novelties. I just want him, all the time.

I end up falling asleep on my couch. By the time I wake up it’s nearly ten, and Jay’s usually up by now. I check my phone to see if I have any missed messages. He must be still sleeping. I stretch out my limbs, getting up to shower and drink some sleepy time tea to put me back to bed. After an hour, I can’t force myself to stay up any longer. I fall asleep again after sending Jay a text telling him that I miss him and not to work too hard.

In the morning it’s the same thing. I have no missed calls from him or even so much as a text message. Even his socials are dead aside from the occasional tweet supporting a project from another artist. The only interesting activity comes from the hundreds of thousands of retweets and likes on the picture he’d posted of me yesterday morning. Quickly, I exit out before I’m tempted to read exactly what his fans think.

I check my email, seeing that Zino emailed me early this morning asking if we can reschedule the consultation a little bit later tonight. I forward it to Bora who immediately sends me a thumbs up saying she’s free.

I spend the rest of the morning trying to forget about the fact that my boyfriend is too busy doing god knows what (because he hasn’t told me anything) to text me back. I’m not a clingy person, I can respect wanting space and time to focus on work, but it’s not like him to go completely quiet. I’ll give him until I go in tonight to respond before I go searching again. Chase has always been my go-to when I need answers.

I’ve already wasted away Friday, trying to catch up on sleep and worrying about Jay. I’m determined to be productive today, even if I am a little annoyed.

I go over the prep work Bora had emailed me last night, adding a few things that I wanted to ask Zino about. Dressing men for events, especially American award shows like this had at some point become my favorite part of my job. It’s all about what an artist likes, and in America, you can go as bold as you want as like as you make it yours. Zino being invited was kind of a big deal for Korean hip-hop. People are looking at him to represent the culture. Bora and I were completely honored when he contacted us to dress him.

When I get to the studio, there’s still no word from Jay and Chase hasn’t answered his phone either. I’m trying not to panic. I’ve never been in the know exactly when they were going and coming. I guess just like everything else, this is an aspect of this new thing with Jay that remains unchanged.

Bora texts me that she’s running a bit late. By the time I’ve pulled some a few of the things we have in the back, Zino shows up to the studio.

He smiles a little less than politely, holding my hand a little longer and tighter than necessary.

“Bora should be right around the corner so we can probably start getting you dressed. I have a royal blue suit that I think you might like and it might fit you too,” I tell him running to the back to pull the rack of options out. I hand him the slacks and gesture toward the curtain for him to get changed.

“And I have these black loafers I want you to try on just for a reference but I’m thinking it might look better with white sneakers. I have to steam the white button up really quickly,”

I wait for him to come out in the blue slacks and hand him the dress shoes.

“You guys work quick,” he says while zipping the pants. I look at them noticing they’re a little short.

“We have to. It’s only her and I and we have too many clients at once. We get everything rushed, and send it back later if we don’t use it. Or we can just buy it outright if we really like it. You said you wanted blue so Bora was right on it,” I gesture for him to spin so I can see the fit in the back.

“They’re a little short but that’s how the guys in the states are wearing them now. I think with white converse or vans it would look pretty cool-,”

“The guys in the states? You know American fashion well then?”

I shrug, starting to steam the dress shirt. “My boyfriend travels to LA and New York a lot. I pay attention to what he’s wearing. He’s very into grungy styles, layers, and denim is his thing right now,”

“You’re Jay’s girl, right?” He smiles smugly at me while stuffing his foot into the shoe.

“Excuse me?” I ask looking up from the shirt I’m steaming. His eyes glisten with mischief like he knows something I don’t.

“The tattoo on your back. It’s the same one from the picture he posted,”

I look down at my yellow halter top that no doubt exposes the black ink on my shoulder blade. I still don’t see why it matters, though. Whether it’s because I’m still not comfortable being called “Jay’s girl” for some reason or because I don’t like how he says it, it annoys me. I don’t like how smug he seems, like he knows just how emotionally and physically fickle Jay could be. Or maybe I’m just projecting my own feelings of not hearing from him for two days. It’s late and I’m tired. I get it, he’s doing his own thing right now and usually, I wouldn’t bat an eye at having gone hours without talking to him. It’s just that, everything seems so fragile. Maybe I’m the fragile one and just need to learn to get over my own shit.

I clear my throat and pull the white steamed dress shirt off the rack. When I hand it to him, his fingers brush mine for a long second. He smiles at the ground, his dimples appearing. Where the hell is Bora? Jay would kill me if he knew I was alone at my studio at night with a stranger, no matter how known he is. He’s always saying I don’t take my own safety seriously, never mind the fact that there’s clearly something I’m missing between these two.

“Are you two close?” I ask, busying myself on the other side of the room with ordering papers that are already in order. Instead of stepping behind the curtain, he pulls his T-shirt off and pulls the crisp white shirt on.

“Well, we used to be ok, I guess. We were supposed to do a song or something,” he trails off, his fingers moving up the buttons of the shirt. “Then he slept with my girlfriend,”

There it is.

He waits like he’s waiting for my reaction. I’m saved from giving one by my phone ringing. When I see it’s not my assistant, I roll my eyes. Of course, he’d call me at this exact moment. Asshole. I have half a mind to decline his call. Instead, I answer, smiling brightly if only for my guest.

“Hi, Jay,”

“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. I’ve been running around all day, in and out of meetings, I didn’t mean to not get back to you last night,”

“It’s ok. Listen I can’t talk right now,” I tell him. “I’m working,”

“Working? At the studio? Where’s Bora? Is she there with you? Do you have a client?” He asks so many questions, and it would be a little bit funny if I didn’t know what his reaction would be to all of my answers.

“Yes, working at the studio. A client rescheduled and we weren’t doing anything else,” I look over at Beenzino who’s pretending he’s not listening to my half of the conversation. He straightens the leg of his slacks and holds up his thumb as if to ask me what I thought.

“Where’s Bora?” Jays repeats.

“She’s on her way,” I tell him moving into the other room.

“Fuck, Y/n. You literally don’t give a shit whether some guy-,”

“It’s work, Jay. I’m working, just like you did all yesterday,”

He laughs humorlessly on the other end. “So you’re mad that I didn’t call?”

“That’s not what I’m saying at all,” I sigh. I rub at my temples feeling a headache start to pound. “I miss you, I don’t want to fight,”

“We aren’t fighting,” he says softly. “I just want you to take care of yourself, baby. I’m fourteen hours away. I can’t just be there if something happened,”

“I know, I know,” I say. “I didn’t expect Bora to be late, I promise. I was trying really hard not to stress you out about this,”

He laughs. “You always find a way to get in trouble,”

I smile. “Am I in trouble?”

Jay blows a loud breath into the phone. “I can see you biting that fucking lip, Y/n,”

I laugh. “I have to go, he’s waiting, and I think Bora just came in,”

“At least tell me who it is so I know it’s not some famous gangster or something,” he laughs.

Shit.

“It’s Zino,”

He’s silent. He doesn’t say a word for at least twenty seconds. Even when I call his name, he stays quiet like either he’s choosing his words or just doesn’t have any.

“Send him home,” he says finally.

“Jay,”

“I don’t want to hear it, Y/n. Send him home. Have him reschedule with Bora. I don’t want him anywhere near you,”

“You have to be fucking kidding me, Jay,”

“I’m serious. I’m not dealing with the shit, Y/n,”

“You don’t have to,” I laugh. “Listen, I’m going to go finish my session, I’m going to stay at Bora’s tonight, and then you can call me later if you find the time,” I hang up before he can say anything else.

My headache is in full force right now. I’m ready to go do exactly what he told me and send him home. My phone vibrates in my pocket but I ignore it. When I step back into the room, both sets of eyes are on me like they know I’m literally on the edge of sanity.

“Sorry I’m late,” Bora offers holding up the camera. I nod saying nothing as I start directing Zino where to stand while she takes the pictures.

“Do a few with the jacket, and we’ll look into jewelry after,” I instruct. They both quietly do as they’re told with little to no other interaction. Bora looks at me over the frame of her glasses, letting me know we’ll be talking on our way back to her place.

We finish the session with two more looks, promising to send Zino a copy of the photos so he can choose what he wants later. When he leaves, I release a breath like it’s the first time I’m breathing in the last hour. I pull out my phone to check the time. It’s just past nine-thirty.

My screen is filled with notifications from Jay that I’d ignored. Three missed calls and a bunch of text messages.

Jay: Y/n

Jay: I’m so fucking mad at you.

He does the thing where he thinks stating the obvious will make a difference somehow. Well, I’m so fucking mad at him too. This is my job. He can’t just expect me not to do business with someone just because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. Mad at me? I’ve done nothing wrong.

Jay: I don’t want you working with him, y/n. I’m asking you not to.

Jay: let him work with Bora but I don’t even want him in the same room as you. And this isn’t a possessive boyfriend thing.

Jay: I mean it is, but he’s going to try to get back at me through you and I’ll go crazy

Jay: I’m not trying to be a dickhead. I’m trying to keep you safe.

Jay: and I didn’t forget you hung up on me too...

The ellipse feels like a promise that turns me on despite how upset I am. I sigh, dropping my head on my desk. This is Jay. This isn’t crazy new boyfriend Jay who wants to keep me in a box. He’s never been like that. If he says it’s serious, I have to trust him. He’s never lied to me a day in his life. He’s never been selfish when it came to me. This, whatever is going on between the two of them has nothing to do with me, but if I ignore him, if I ignore how uncomfortable Zino made me even if for half a second, this can and will become an even bigger problem.

“You think you cannot look so depressed at the fact that we’re going to La for free in three weeks?”

I lift my hand, flipping my friend off. “He’s all yours Bora,” I rub at my temples again staring at my phone.

“What?”

“I’m not going to La. You take whoever you want, and have fun. Zino is your client now,”

“But you’ve already started planning out the looks,”

I raise an eyebrow at her. “Do you want to change it?”

She shakes her head. “No, I think it’s perfect,”

“Well, you have a free trip to LA,”

“Shit, Y/n. What happened?”

I don’t feel like explaining anything right now. I actually just want to climb into Jay’s memory foam bed and sleep all day tomorrow.

“I don’t actually know,” I shake my head looking at the next text that comes in from my boyfriend.

Jay: Call me when you get home so I at least know you’ve made it

“This is what happens when you date your best friend,” she says holding out her hand to pull me out of my chair. Her arms come around me, and I lean against her shoulder.

“A fight is never just a fight. You want to be on your own side, but you’re on his too right?”

I hate that it makes sense. And I hate that I’m fighting with Jay. We never fight. This is exactly what I was afraid of. If we weren’t together, would working with Zino even be a big deal?

“I think I’m going to stay at Jay’s place tonight,” I tell her. She rolls her eyes looking at me like I’d just told her the sky is blue. I can’t be that obvious, can I?

“Come on, I’ll drop you off,”

Bora’s boyfriend picks us up from the studio. He drops me off at Jay’s condo, and I let myself in. I haven’t been here since the night he left. I drop my bag on his couch and beeline for his shower. When I’m done, I pull one of his T-shirt’s over my head and step into a pair of his boxers. I crawl into his big bed, finally feeling a piece of my heart relax just a bit.

When I call him, he answers on the first ring. “Y/n,”

“I’m at your place,” I say around a yawn.

“What?”

“I’m in your bed and wearing your clothes. I’m yours in every sense of the word, but you think some guy I just met who’s not you is going to make a difference to me,”

“It’s not like that, baby,” he sighs.

“It doesn’t matter,” I say. “I’m letting Bora in charge of him. I told her to go to LA without me,”

“I’ll take you to LA myself,” he says like it’ll make up for how dumb he was earlier.

“It’s not about me going to LA, Jay. I can go anytime I want. It’s about you expecting me to obey what you say just because you say so,”

“I’m trying to protect you,” he sighs. I’m kind of getting tired of his sighs. It’s like I’m the one being exasperating.

“You’re trying to protect me from your secrets, Jay. I already know everything,”

“How do you always find a way to make me feel bad about being mad at you,”

“Because I’m a woman,” I laugh tiredly.

“You hung up on me,” he says.

“I’m looking forward to how you’ll get me back for it,”

“Stay at my place tomorrow night too,” he tells me. “I want to come home to you in my bed,”

“You’re finally coming home?”

“You sound a little bit like you miss me,” he laughs.

“I miss your-,”

“Hey,” he says cutting me off. I laugh, pulling the blanket tight around my shoulder. “Watch your mouth,” he whispers.

“Or what-,”

There’s a sound out in the living room that stops me mid-sentence.

“Jay, I think someone is in your apartment. What should I do?” I whisper.

He’s quiet on the other end, I pull the phone away to see that I must have disconnected the call accidentally. I stay still, afraid that if I moved they’ll hear me. There’s definitely footsteps moving in the apartment. Whoever it is, moves without turning on any lights. I grasp my phone in my hand ready to throw it and make a run for it.

“You really think your phone is going to keep me from getting you back for hanging up on me,”

I look over at the doorway to see my boyfriend. I scramble off the bed and jump at him, wrapping my legs around him. He catches me easily, his hands going to my bare thighs. I press my lips against his neck, squeezing him in my arms.

“Are you crying?” He laughs while pulling back. I drop down to my own two feet, but he doesn’t let me get far.

“I thought I was going to die, you bitch,” I wipe at my eyes, failing to pull away from him as he traps me against his chest. His lips press against my cheek.

“And your only defense was to throw your phone at me. I really can’t leave you alone,”

He walks me backward toward his bed. “I wanted to surprise you. Now turn around,” he says against my hair. The tone of his voice has me eager to do whatever he says. I turn, and his hand drags up my back before he forces me to bend over his bed, my ass sticking up in the air.

His fingers peel the boxers away from my skin. He lets out a breath when he has the underwear around my knees. Two hands reach up, palming my ass. He squeezes my flesh, his fingers digging roughly into my skin.

“I owe you for hanging up on me,” he says. Before I can prepare myself, his hand comes down hard on my skin. He soothes it away with his lips, kissing where his palm connected. When he pulls away I’m expecting another sting, instead, he drags his fingers along my clit, making me gasp. I look back at him to see him bringing the three fingers against his tongue before he repeats the motion. Without notice, he plunges two fingers into me.

“Fuck,” I call out.

His wrist flicks back and forth, moving his fingers inside of me. His free arm wraps around my waist as to get a better grip as his speed increases. I move my hips with his rhythm, wanting more.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” he says.

I’m panting, knees shaking barely holding myself up. Just when I think my legs will give out, Jay twists my hips so that I’m on my back. He pulls the boxers all the way off. His mouth presses against the inside of my left knee, looking up at me while his lips move higher toward my thigh. He bites my flesh hard before running his tongue over my skin. He moves further up, kissing where my thigh and hip meet.

I close my eyes as his mouth finally settles on it’s intended destination. His tongue presses into my clit, alternating between flicks and circles. My hands move to his hair, holding him against me. A hand reaches up, two fingers enter me once again. His thumb follows his tongue, rubbing my clit in between licks.

“Jay, I can’t hold it,” I try to pull him up but he stays put, his hand moving faster. His free hand moves up to touch my skin under the T-shirt, settling on my breast.

My legs start to close around him but he quickly pushes them down, keeping me open and helpless. I pull at his hair as I start to quiver again.

“Come for me baby,” he says against my skin. Almost like I’m programmed to follow whatever he says, I tighten around him as I cum. It feels like it lasts forever, as his mouth continues to work me over.

When my body finally relaxes, he moves up, covering me with his own body. His lips touch mine gently like he’s the most innocent person in the world. I wrap my arms around his neck, squeezing myself against him.

“I missed you so much,” I tell him. My hands go down to the waistband of his pants but he grabs my wrists.

“Not tonight. I want you to rest. You look exhausted,”

I feel my lip poke out at being denied his body. He takes my lip between his, before pushing his tongue against mine. He groans against my mouth, flipping me over so I straddle his waist. I peel my T-shirt off leaving me wearing nothing. His hands cup my breasts before he bends to kiss the center of my chest.

“You haven’t fucked me in more than a week,” I press my lips to his ear. “I want you,”

“You’re the devil, I swear,” he shakes his head at me. When I reach over for the condom, he pulls his joggers down. He lets me get the latex in place before I sink down on him, holding his shoulders. I can’t go slow, it’s like my body won’t allow it. I move against him, grinding my hips over his while his hands hold onto either side. He watches where we connect, and I can see his eyes appreciate every time I slide against him. When I can’t take it anymore, he flips me over, finishing what I started. We come together, a loud gasp and groan. He moves to pull away but I wrap my legs around his hips holding me tight against him.

“Welcome home,” I say

He laughs against my neck, his chest still moving too fast. I reach up to run my fingers through his wet hair. He’s too heavy, yet I can’t find myself pushing him off. I only cling to him tighter.

“Are you still mad at me?” He says against my skin.

“Yes,” I say around a yawn. Still, I move grab at his T-shirt, trying to pull it over his head. He does it for me before standing to go take care of our mess. When he comes back his boxers are back in place. He slides in bed beside me, wrapping my naked body up in his arms.

“Y/n,” he says my name looking at me like I can’t be serious.

“You’ve been ignoring me for like three days,”

“I was on a fourteen-hour flight,” he says laughing.

“And you still haven’t told me what you were doing in New York,”

He presses his face into my neck, drawing me close. “We’ll talk about it in the morning,”

We sleep wrapped around each other. We’re both so tired we don’t stir until probably noon. When I do finally get up, Jay’s still knocked out. I untangle myself from the sheets and slip out of his arms so I can get in the shower.

His bathroom fills with steam, fogging up the glass that takes up the large space. I step in, finally feeling relaxed in what feels like a week. I’ve never been one who needed to be around my boyfriend twenty-four seven, and I still don’t think I am. Jay could spend all day at his office and I don’t think it would make a difference. It’s when he’s away that makes me a little anxious. When he’s home I at least have the option to see him.

I step out of the shower after washing up with Jay’s very manly shower gel. I grab the towel I used last night and wrap it around my midsection before brushing my teeth and heading out toward his closet. Every time I come over, I always find something I want to add to my own closet. I go directly to his row of designer T-shirt’s, sifting through them.

“I’m getting a little tired of having my shit go missing,” his says from behind me.

I look back at him. His hair sticks up in every which way. He scratches at the lion on his chest tiredly. He looks so freaking adorable, but I refuse to let on just how much I like looking at him.

“I don’t know why you don’t just expect it by now,” I say pulling out the black Givenchy T-shirt I’ve seen him wear often. He also has a red one, so I don’t think he’ll miss this one. I pull it on before going to grab another pair of his boxers and a pair of his jeans.

I pull his clothes on while he watches in amusement. Sitting on one of the stools he has in the closet, I cuff the bottom of the pants. When I stand, the jeans sag just a bit, but it’ll have to do.

“Go shower,” I shoo him. “We’re actually going out into the world,”

Jay grabs my hips as I walk past him, pressing himself against my backside. “I thought we were staying in bed all day,”

“You assumed we were staying in bed. We need to go pick up some stuff you wanted from my studio that you never got. Then I need to make sure Bora’s all set on the Zino event. I also want to go to that new vintage place that just opened up,”

Jay raises an eyebrow at me. “And I need to be along for all of that?”

“Yes, because you have to tell me about New York, and because I refuse to build a relationship solely on the sex,”

“We’ve known each other for half of our lives, Y/n. What else kind of building do we need to do,”

I roll my eyes at him for being such a man. He’s right though, but I’m not going to admit that I just missed him too much to not want to spend the day with him. My phone rings saving me from having to answer his question. I push him toward the bathroom while answering the unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Y/n,”

It’s Zino.

“Hey, what’s up? Is everything ok?” There’s really no reason for him to call me. Bora told me she’d sent an email right after she dropped me off, explaining that she was going to take over her event.

“Actually I was just calling to ask you the same thing,” he laughs. “Bora told me you weren’t coming to LA. Did I overstepped last night when I asked about Jay?”

Yeah, kind of. I don’t say that though. Instead, I curse my boyfriend who’s singing in the shower for being so messy and making my life more interesting than I care for.

“No, it’s not that,” I tell him. “I just don’t see why both Bora and I need to go to the event when she’s more than capable-,”

“And your boyfriend wants you to stay away from me,” he adds. I don’t deny it.

“Bora will take care of you,”

“Tell Jay I’m not trying to steal his girlfriend, no matter how much he deserves it,”

I roll my eyes at my phone. “Listen, I don’t care to get into whatever shit you and Jay are into,” I say while pulling on my white vans.

“I’m just saying he has nothing to worry about. I can behave myself,”

“Email Bora if you still want to work with her. I’m available to help with whatever you guys need. I’m just not going to LA,”

Jay comes out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He frowns at seeing me a little peeved on the phone. I shake my head, pointing for the closet for him to get ready. The less time he spends naked, the easier it’ll be to get out of his bedroom.

“Ok, Y/n,”

“You can email me if you have any more questions. I’ll see you around I’m guessing,”

“Yeah, see you,” he hangs up leaving a slimy feeling. He’s harmless I know, but I can just hear the ulterior motive in his voice. I’m feeling a little better about not working with him so directly.

“Who was that?” Jay asks pulling on a hat to cover his messy hair. I walk over to help him tuck his T-shirt in the waistband of his jeans the way he’s been wearing it lately.

“Zino asking if there’s a reason I’m no longer going to LA,”

Jay’s quiet while I fix the shirt making sure it doesn’t look weirder than it already does. He pulls it off I guess. I wait for him to say something, instead, he just presses slings an arm my shoulder. I pick up my bag on the way out the door.

“So, New York?” I prod when Jay slides into the driver’s seat of his Bentley. He looks over at me a wide smile on his face. And in a second he’s that young kid again, on the verge of something amazing. I can see it before he says anything.

“Roc Nation, baby,”

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I am posting this from the great beyond. And by that I mean my internet is down today, so this is actually being posted in queue and I hope tumblr doesn’t mess that up. That being said, the story on FFnet and AO3 won’t be updated until I get my internet back on Saturday, so you can either wait or continue or come up with a third option. It’s up to you. I will tell you that Flustered Emma and Eloquent Killian show up in this chapter. And also boats - ships.

As always, a humongous thank you to @sotheylived, @shipsxahoy, @queen-icicle-fandom, and @captainswanbigbang for supporting and getting this project through at some point in time in the past…god, seven months? Is that right? Math is not my strong suit.

Summary: Bouncing around with her son for the majority of her life, Emma Swan has told herself she’s happy in the city. It’s where the most camera operating jobs are, and that’s how she makes her money. But when an old friend calls her and asks for her help on a new project in small town Maine, Emma finds herself in a place she’s never been with people she doesn’t know filming a profession she knows nothing about. But when the captain of the ship she’s filming begins taking a keen interest in her and her life, she finds herself wondering whether she might just catch something other than fish. Deadliest Catch AU Rating: M Content warning: Character death, some violent situations

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Chapter Ten

The first time the cold, cold water sloshes over her, it’s bracing to say the least. She thought she’d pulled the strings of her boots tight enough and had enough layers on to at least stall the water’s path to her skin, but she was dead wrong. From the moment the first drop hit her cheek bone, it stole the breath from her lungs.

They’ve been lucky enough to avoid any inclement weather since filming started. But not today. No, the local meteorologists were predicting one of the most forceful storms of the season and they weren’t kidding. She’s only calm because everyone else is. If something were wrong, Robin would be on his phone texting Regina or Whale would be drinking the schnapps he hides in the kitchen.

(She won’t lie to herself, she’s impressed she knows anybody well enough to know their panicked tells. She knows that Jones wouldn’t be humming like she can hear him doing through Scarlet’s radio and she knows that Scarlet would be cursing a storm bigger than the one knocking them around right now.

Almost like they’re her friends.)

But they go about business as usual, and she follows their lead. It’s a little more slippery and the lighting is a bitch to deal with, but the footage she’s capturing is actually pretty good. It’ll make for a good episode. She’ll just need to talk with Jeff about the right angle, how to fit it into the bigger season picture.

A wave crashes over the side of the ship again, drenching Emma and the camera once more, and she can’t suppress the shiver that wracked her body.

“Go talk to Jones, Emma!” Robin shouts. “Warm up and dry off a bit, then come back out!”

Right now in her mind, she’s never met a smarter man than Robin Locksley. Anywhere out of this wet and cold weather sounds better. “Don’t do anything interesting while I’m gone!” she yells back.

“If we do, we’ll be sure to face the camera, eh?” he says with a smile.

She carefully heads up to the captain’s roost, gripping tightly to the railing and shaking her head as she goes. Killian’s got a single window open next to him when she walks in to better hear if any emergency arises on deck, rain spitting through the opening and onto his arm.

“Well, well, well, Swan,” he greets her, sliding the window closed a bit to lessen the noise between them. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m wet,” she says simply, shaking her arms and letting the raindrops fling off her sleeves and on to the equipment around her.

“Jumping right into the action, then,” Jones chuckles boastfully. “I’m always agreeable.”

She rolls eyes. “The waves have been targeting me specifically.”

“Don’t feel bad, love,” he tells her, focusing back on the sea before them. “Everybody stumbles during their first time.”

“I’ve been doing this for weeks now. You know that.”

“Who said I was referring to being on my ship?” he says with an eyebrow wiggle.

She scoffs. “God, Killian, the innuendos need to wind down.”

He jumps a little bit, then looks her over. “Do they make you uncomfortable?” he asks, his voice gentle and so quiet, it takes Emma a moment to actually comprehend what he’s said over the sound of crashing waves coming in from the open window.

“A little bit,” she admits. “It’s more the frequency than anything else.”

He pauses to think about it, all the while pressing this button or shifting the wheel that way to keep them on course. “Then I’ll endeavor to make them less frequent.”

Raising her brow, Emma lets out a surprised, “Really?”

He surprises her further by holding up a single finger and a smirk. “On one condition.”

She sighs. “Of course there’s a condition.”

“It’s nothing to arduous,” he assures her, glancing her direction and licking the corner of his lip.

“What is it?”

A swell builds in front of them, taking his attention away from her to safely navigating them deeper into the water. A heated tension sizzles between them as Emma waits for his request.

When Jones is finally satisfied with their course, he looks her straight in the eye. “Call me by my name a little more.”

“Huh?” Honestly, the words that keep coming out of his mouth keep leaving her more and more speechless. “What, have I been calling you a pirate to your face? A scoundrel? A nincompoop?”

He laughs heartily, his hand smacking up against his chest. “Not aloud, but it’s nice to know what you truly think of me, Swan,” he says once he calms down. “I only mean my name. My given name.”

This time, both of Emma’s brows shoot up to her hairline. Slowly, she gets as close as she can to him without interfering with her camera equipment or his captaining. “You mean to tell me that if I call you Killian more, you’ll tone the innuendoes down?” she repeats skeptically.

“Not tone them down, necessarily,” Jones amends, “but I’ll make them less.”

“Seems like a fair deal.” She sticks out her hand to shake on it. He takes her hand, raises it to his lips, and presses them to the knuckles of her fingers.

“An accord, then,” Jones - Killian - murmurs against her skin.

Emma blushes but ducks her face in an attempt to hide it, glancing out the front window. “I wish you’d keep both hands on the wheel,” she says, effectively changing the subject and calming the rise of red on her cheeks. “We are in the middle of a storm.”

“Ah, but it’s clearing up.” He points out the front window, toward a sliver of bright sky in the distance. “We’re moving out of it. By the time we turn back, it’ll have dissipated.”

Shaking her head, Emma readjusts the camera so the frame flatters Jones better before asking, “You seem to really know the ocean’s ways. How come?”

He glances at her, spots the camera’s lens pointed at him, and gives her a slight look to condemn her for using their casual conversation to facilitate filming. But he sighs and answers anyways. “When you’ve been around the sea as often and as long as I have, she becomes her own person,” he explains, staring forward as the waves begin to calm, just as he predicted. “Much like I can tell when Liam hasn’t slept well or when Victor drank too much the night before, there are signs. In the sky, in the crashing waves, sometimes even the grass beneath my window. The sea has her own personality. Now, for instance,” Killian says, gesturing out the side window, “I can feel the swells getting smaller, see the sunlight ahead, the wind’s less fierce.” He sighs reluctantly. “She was angry earlier, but now she’s vented her feelings and she’s calming back down.”

With the small space now quiet - Jones is nothing if not eloquent - Emma takes a moment to admire his profile as he gazes out at the ocean. Strong lines, light scruff, masculine and somehow still giving off a bit of a boyish fear.

(Like she’s hit a nerve or something.)

“Is that good enough for you, lass?” His question breaks her concentration.

“Me? Yeah, no, that was great.” Somehow, his words have touched her. It’s a different side of him, one she’s only seen one other time. When he was showing her and Henry around the Jolly Roger that afternoon, he had the same sort of – reverence, is the word she comes up with, but isn’t at all sure that’s what she means.

“Good.” Her feelings must show on her face and Emma quickly tries to quell them, for he asks, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I just.” She scrunches her nose and bites at her bottom lip. “Nothing,” she answers. After another moment of looking at him, trying in vain to figure out what’s going on in her brain, she jerks her head back to the deck below. “I should get back out there.”

He nods in understanding. “We’ll be back to shore shortly, Swan. No need to worry about orphaning your lad today.”

Emma groans, already halfway out of the captain’s roost. “I wasn’t worrying about ever orphaning Henry, but now that you’ve put that thought in my mind, it’s the only thing I can think about.” She glares at him and his shit-eating grin over her shoulder. “Dick.”

“What a way to talk to your captain,” Jones laughs.

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The weeks continue to fly by and before Emma knows it, Henry’s back in school and the weather is turning cold. Trawling season extends until late December in some parts of the state - and even later in some states - but the Jones brothers decide to call it quits shortly after Halloween. Between what they caught in those couple of months and the commission they’ll get from channel executives, Liam, Killian, and everyone in their employ will be safely set until next year.

As the end of October rolls about, Emma spends her birthday quietly, finishing up the last edits of B roll to send to HQ. Henry surprises her with a cake he and Mary Margaret made the night before, and Ruby gifts her with free coffee and a box of bearclaws Granny made especially for her. It’s not much, but it’s certainly better than birthdays she’s had in the past.

She’s also – secretly, of course – checking for new jobs. Without the guarantee of a second season, Emma’s got to be able to make money somehow. She’s looking locally because she loves this house, now that it’s had time to be lived in and gather the typical Swan clutter and mess, and she likes this town and the people in it. But when nothing shows up within reasonable driving distance, she’s forced to look in Boston and Portland and points further away from home.

(Because that’s what Storybrooke is now. Home. The first one she’s actually felt that way about in a long, long time.)

In mid-November, after what’s probably the third snow of the year, Jefferson texts them all with a premiere date – a Tuesday in mid-January, not a bad slot, but not a good one either. It’s honestly what she expected for such a new show’s first season – and information for a belated wrap party.

“Are these wraps normal?” Killian asks her one evening during a crew dinner. He’s seated between her and Graham, a deckhand on the Jewel, and across from Regina, who’s cutting Roland’s piece of lasagna into smaller squares. She’s got a bit of a belly now, the news of her pregnancy official shared with both ships’ crews at the beginning of dinner. Seeing this woman – her friend, or so Emma considers them – in the middle of her pregnancy takes Emma back to the time when she was pregnant with Henry. The situations were nearly opposite ends of the spectrum, but there were times when Emma was so excited and happy to welcome her son into her life.

Responding to Killian’s question, Emma shrugs and shoves a bite of salad into her mouth. “It really depends,” she says around lettuce, then swallows. “I think it’s bigger for scripted shows and movies. But Jeff promised me open bar, so I’m not gonna say no to a night of free booze.”

Killian guffaws, his laughter frightening people at the other end of tonight’s table. “A woman after my own heart, Swan.”

(She tries to ignore the blush that rises on her cheeks at his words, but at the look Liam gives her from further down the table, she knows she doesn’t exactly get away unnoticed.)

Emma shrugs again and says, “It’s all I asked for for my birthday, free booze. But Henry’s not exactly allowed to buy it and he’s the only one I told anyways.”

Wiping his mouth with a napkin – who the fuck is this guy, she thinks, using an actual napkin to dab at his mouth like he’s a fucking earl – Killian asks, “I’ll be happy to oblige. When’s the day?”

“October 28th.” His response is a dropped jaw. Emma’s eyes widen and she looks up and down the table, then back to Jones. “What?”

“That was three weeks ago,” he says simply. “Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

For the third time, Emma shrugs. “We were all focused on ending the season on a good note. Besides, my birthday’s never been an event. Even when I was a kid.” She looks back at her plate, still half full, but she realizes she’s lost her appetite with this conversation. Setting her fork down, Emma adds, “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” If it’s possible, Killian’s jaw drops further. He shakes his head and then stands up, surprising both her and Graham on his other side. Clinking his knife against his glass, he calls for everyone’s attention. Everyone quiets down, focusing on the Jolly Roger’s captain.

“While I’m overjoyed to have everyone together for yet another crew dinner, there has been an oversight on every one of our’s part,” he announces. Glancing down at Emma, he sends her a wink. “Three weeks ago, on October 28th, we missed the annual celebration of our own Emma Swan’s birth. And so, to reconcile ourselves, I propose we give Swan a proper Storybrooke birthday, even if it’s a fortnight late.”

Robin stands up, his glass in hand and his lips wide in a smile. “Seconded,” he declares. To her, he says, “Best protect your ears, Emma. Don’t want them bleeding all over your sheets.”

And with that, every single person at the table starts their most horrible, most off-key rendition of happy birthday. Arthur, another deckhand on the Jewel, is going falsetto; August, the Jewel’s engineer, is singing in a different language altogether; and Mulan, Liam’s second-in-command, is singing the song backwards. By the end, Henry’s at her side, hugging her tight, and Emma’s in tears from laughter and trying to get oxygen back into her lungs.

Killian conducts the whole thing and brings it to a close after a prolonged final note before thanking everyone and taking his seat again. Emma leans her forehead to his shoulder, more for support in trying to get her breath than anything else.

“I know it wasn’t on the day itself, but it’s the best we could do at the current time,” he tells her.

“No, it’s perfect,” she says, still laughing. “Thank you, Killian. It’s the best gift I’ve ever gotten.”

He rests his head atop hers. “You’re more than welcome, Swan,” he murmurs. “Happy birthday.”

#csbb #captain swan big bang #captain swan #ouat #cs ff #my words #ditlot #storytime #I promise we're getting to the good parts of the story #and also I really love how killian just wants to hear emma says his name #that ego of his #can someone have a name kink?#is that a thing?#becuase i think this killian has one

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Story of Another Us | Week 11

university au, platonic af, now on ao3!

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My heart is here, it’s such a cause

I didn’t expect a phone call, text message, or any interaction from Mark. I probably should have been the one to go to him. Apologize for being stupid and getting too close to his friend. However, given from the silence between us since that night, I figured that he wanted me to stay away. I wasn’t even sure if I could still call him my boyfriend, and that terrified me. I desperately wanted to talk to him, but he was angry with me and I couldn’t really blame him.

This silence only forced me and Jack to carry on as usual. We went to class together that morning, earlier than usual since we decided it was best not to go back to Mark’s while he was in this mood. This left me with no time to dress presentably or do any makeup, and Jack had to call his girlfriend and rely on her to get his videos uploaded. Not to mention, the car ride from my apartment all the way to YTU was much longer than if we had gone from Mark’s house.

Speaking of YTU, campus was even more empty these days. There were only about six weeks left in the semester. Six weeks until the place closed down for good. There was really no point in coming anymore, according to the students who lived in the area. I, on the other hand, needed to get my money’s worth from these fucking classes, and so did Jack.

“You feel like meeting people?” he asked, pointing out the small group of people standing around the entrance to the main parking lot.

The one day I didn’t put on makeup. I drove past the group and parked somewhat far from the main office. I thought about it as we got out of the car, but I didn’t have much choice. The group had followed my car to where we parked.

Technically, we weren’t supposed to meet fans here, but Jack was more than happy to break the rules since “there’s no one here to tell us we can’t!” Plus, campus was closing down anyway, so fuck it.

“You’re Bella Santiago, right?” one girl asked me, which was surprising. I thought they were here for Jack. “Can I get a selfie? I really love your videos!”

It happened very quickly. I smiled for the picture, the girl thanked me and went to get a picture with Jack. Another person came up to me, smiling wide.

“Your anxiety video made me cry! It was so touching!” she told me.

“Aw, thank you!” I replied, instantly a lot happier. “That means a lot!”

A sudden wave of praise came from the group, all of them saying that the video was really good. It made me feel warm and pleasant. So maybe I wasn’t so depressing after all. I was expecting to be brushed off, especially since most of the group seemed to know Jack. But they were all really kind.

However, it didn’t last long. A campus security guard whisked us away, and practically yelled at the group to get off property. Jack and I pretty much had no choice but to follow him inside the main office.

“You guys are not allowed to interact with fans, you know that, right?” he told us sternly. “You’re only going to attract more people here.”

“Well, it’s not like we asked them to come over here,” I said back. “The place is closing anyway, why does it matter?”

Jack gave me an incredulous look as we walked through the main office. It wasn’t exactly typical of me to talk back, and he had never seen me be this way before.

“I’m just doing my job, Miss,” the guard told me before walking off.

I rolled my eyes and went out to the courtyard. That’s when Jack finally spoke.

“I’ve never heard you talk like that before,” he said. “You sounded really… ballsy.”

I chuckled. “I guess when it comes to the people who watch my videos, I take no shit.”

“That’s good. Really bold of you.”

It wasn’t until we got to class that we both tweeted out apologies to the people we met in the parking lot. I had to refrain from ranting publicly. Instead, I focused on what it was like to meet those people. In my time of have a sizeable following, I was noticed seldomly. It wasn’t until I was associated with Mark did it start happening more. You would think being approached by random people would make my anxiety spike…

Instead, it just made me tired and irritable. By the time we got home from class, I was looking forward to a ten year nap. Jack was still peppy and perky and talking off my last nerves. However, being the avoidant little shit I was, I just let him be. Listening to him also meant I could avoid checking my phone for any interaction from Mark. I really didn’t want to be the one to start that conversation.

“So, are we going to record today?” That was the only thing I caught from his long ramble.

I thought about it. “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah!”

We were supposed to make a video for my channel today. I had to do that today. Despite everything, this had to be done. I couldn’t be a stick in the mud.

“Okay,” I said, my eyes trailing up to Jack’s hair. “How overdue are you for dying your hair?”

He ran his fingers through the faded green locks in thought. I could see his brown roots peeking out and I almost audibly gasped. I had to get my hands on them.

“You wanna do that for a video?” he asked.

“Is it a bad idea? We could do something else…”

“No, no it’s your channel, you hold all the cards here.”

“Hey guys, it’s Bella!” I greeted happily to the camera set up in the living room. “Today I’m here with my friend Jack, and I’m gonna dye his hair and bleach his roots.”

Jack was sitting in a chair in front of me, a towel over himself. His hair was slightly all over the place, given that I was touching it and messing with it earlier to see what exactly I needed to do for this look. He was pretty pleased about this, given that I wasn’t going to charge him for doing this for him. He needed a new coat of green hair, and I needed a new video to post. It’s a win-win.

“So, this is partly a tutorial and partly two friends hanging out,” I explained.

“Twice the fun,” Jack said in a mock happy tone.

“Let’s get started!”

I mixed the bleach in a plastic bowl with a brush and explained how to do so before applying it to Jack’s roots. I also read off the box just to make sure I wasn’t doing anything wrong. “‘Do not use if you are not a licensed cosmetologist.’ Oops!”

“You’re not licensed?” Jack asked in mock surprised. “You’re a fraud!”

“Whoops, you caught me!”

“No, but really, didn’t you go to beauty school?”

“I did, but I never finished it because of YTU. So technically, I shouldn’t be allowed near these products.”

I continued applying the bleach, surprisingly at ease. Hair knowledge was right underneath my makeup knowledge, and it was fun getting my hands on some hair again. Although, since it was only the top of Jack’s head that needed the fix, the first step was done a lot quicker than expected.

“Somehow I forgot that you don’t have that much hair to bleach and dye,” I pointed out. “How much time do you usually spend in a salon?”

“Oh god, like two hours,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “It takes forever!”

“Dude, my hair takes at least four or five hours,” I told him, pointing to my long, black and pink ombre. “You’re lucky!”

“How can you be so patient? I go crazy just sitting in the chair!”

“It’s fun for me.” I smiled.

The next step after washing off the bleach was the color. I chose a vibrant green that wasn’t too off from previous shades that Jack has had before. For me, this was the easiest part.

“With bleach, you have to be careful not to leave it on for too long,” I explained, “especially with darker hair because it’s very easy to damage it a lot. So you have to constantly keep an eye on it and see how quickly the hair catches onto it. With the actual color, you just have to apply it and wait it out. Usually the formula will have some type of vitamins and stuff that’s good for the hair. But it’s still a good idea to get some hydrating conditioners and other hair products on the side.”

“See, I wish my hairdresser in Ireland had told me this,” Jack said. “Everything makes a lot more sense now!”

Once we finished and cleaned everything up, Jack had wonderful, bright green hair. I was relieved I hadn’t lost my hair styling skills over time. As soon as the camera turned off, I pretty much hid away in my bedroom, the depression returning. I crawled into bed and sighed in relief. I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread and gloominess for some reason. It was like I drained the last of my energy in that video.

I scrolled on my phone, looking at the pictures that were posted from the impromptu meetup earlier. I looked awful without my makeup. How could people see me as a beauty guru? How could I go outside looking like that?

So much for finding comfort on Twitter… I went to Tumblr instead, and I had to resist making a long, rambly post. Then I realized that no one would want to see a wall of text clog up their dash. I just looked at my feed, reblogging pictures of makeup I already owned, liking posts people mentioned me in. There were cute edits and gifsets of me and Mark, which only made my heart ache.

I wasn’t sure why I got so angry with him. Maybe I did get too close to Jack. Maybe I had done things that gave off the wrong idea. Or maybe I just wasn’t attracted to Mark and that’s why I didn’t want to get into bed with him. Maybe I was just faking my anxiety this whole time.

It felt like time was going slow, or not moving at all. I wasn’t sure if I had fallen asleep or gotten up at all. I could only tell time by the sound of Jack’s voice outside my door. He was recording his own videos and acting like everything was okay. I wish I knew how to act like that off camera.

I started feeling restless and antsy when his voice finally stopped. A constant background noise was something I needed, otherwise I’d go crazy. I rolled onto my side, listening for any kind of sound to break the silence. No footsteps, movements, or anything from the TV did that. It was like Jack had disappeared. Wouldn’t blame him.

Honestly, though, I still didn’t want to interact with anyone. I just liked hearing someone else in the apartment. I went to take a shower. Any sound from there would block out the ongoing gloom in my head.

I pretty much just sat there. Actual hygiene wasn’t important to me at the moment. The water was hitting my scalp and, while it was deteriorating the black and pink dye in my hair, it felt good. It gave me a sense of feeling again. Like a breath of fresh air, except it was water. I coughed and choked. It was better than not feeling anything.

When I was out of the shower and getting dressed, I heard noise within the apartment. I heard voices. Angry voices. Maybe I really did go crazy. Although, the mere thought did make me leave my room to actually make sure that wasn’t true.

I found Jack and Mark standing in the living room. They went quiet as soon as I showed up. The air was tense, making my stomach flip over. To be honest, I didn’t expect Mark to show up so soon.

“You still let him stay here?” he asked me in disbelief.

Yes I did, and I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. I’m so sorry for being a terrible girlfriend, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

Those words were rising up my throat, ready to be puked out. I was fighting with myself not to speak those words. I couldn’t apologize for letting my friend live here.

“It was me,” Jack spoke up. “I asked if I could still stay here. I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize how bad the situation was.”

“You’re telling me,” Mark began, not sounding any less angry, “that even after I told you how uncomfortable I was with you living with my girlfriend, you still had the nerve to ask her if you could still keep living here?”

Jack gulped, clearly intimidated. “Yes.”

“What kind of friend are you?”

“Oh my god!” I snapped, my body trembling with nerves. I couldn’t control my mouth. “You’re the one who made him stay here in the first place! You’re the one who pushed us to be friends! You’re the one who felt enough pity for me to fly your friend out here and talk to me because I can’t do that on my own! ¿Y sabes que? You don’t get to be angry that Jack and I are friends now! You don’t get to be angry because he’s here for me more than you are, that’s on you! So don’t come crying over here quejando y quejando because you’re the one who made all this happen in the first place!”

I was breathing heavily and my chest was hurting. Mark and Jack had their mouths open in shock. When have they ever heard me speak this way? I didn’t think I could speak this way either.

Thankfully, the silence didn’t last long. Mark sighed and nodded to my open bedroom door. “Room.”

Still fuming, I turned on my heel and went to my room, Mark quickly following my trail. Before I shut the door, I saw Jack quickly scurry over to his room to hide. Lucky him, he gets to sit this one out.

“What do you mean he’s here for you more?” Mark asked, breathing like he was trying to keep himself steady. “What do you mean by that?”

“Exactly that, you’re never here,” I told him. “And you asked Jack to move here, without so much as giving me a heads up!”

“I didn’t ask him, I told him that you had an extra room, and you were happy to let him stay!” Mark justified.

“Because you put me on the spot! That doesn’t matter now anyway, I’m actually glad he’s my roommate, because as I said, he’s my friend and he’s there for me!”

“Stop saying that!” Mark nearly yelled, making me flinch. However, he took a step back and lowered his tone. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry if you feel like I’ve been neglecting you. I have been busy, I’ve been going to meetings and making videos, and this tour thing. I do all of this while you’re on campus, and I try to get things done, I do. Aside from that, I’ve got Matt and Ryan, and it’s like I’m raising kids! I’m not trying to use that as an excuse either, but I am sorry I can’t always be here. It’s not fair to you.”

Time management was something we had established when we first started dating. For some reason, I didn’t think it was going to be this hard. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything at all. This was all part of the vlogger dating experience, after all.

“So you’re not avoiding me?” I asked.

“Of course not.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you were, I know I’m a handful.”

“Don’t say that, Bella. I know things are hard right now, but I will make a better effort to be with you.”

I paced around the room to avoid looking at him. “Okay… so, what about Jack?”

Mark shrugged. “What about him?”

“Am I not allowed to be friends with him anymore? He’s the only friend I’ve got.” I hated saying that, it just emphasized my patheticness.

It felt worse when Mark hesitated. “I don’t know. Do you really not have anyone else?”

“No…” I said softly. “No, and it sucks. I only have you and him, two whole people. And I know I should try to talk to more people, but god you have no idea how hard it is!”

“I know. You deserve to have friends, even if it’s only one or two. I’m sorry I made a big deal out of you and Jack. I just want you to trust me,” Mark confessed. “I can’t even begin to imagine how hard it must be for you, and I’m sorry if I made it harder. Just know that I am here for you, whenever you need me. I promise.”

That’s a big word that adds more pressure. But who was I to deny him? Words could only do so much, but god I couldn’t go down to have only one friend. Especially if that friend wasn’t going to stay here permanently.

“Okay,” I said. “Fine…”

“Okay.” Mark sighed.

Don’t lose this one. He’s all you’ve got. You lose him, you lose everything...

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#jacksepticeye x oc #jacksepticeye x reader #markiplier x oc #markiplier x reader #soau #sweetheart writes #theres like 3 more chapters left ksdhklasdhklasd #also the last 3 songs on the playlist are more 'bonus songs'#like the rest are mentioned or included in the story somehow #but the last three are like just for lols

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