#but I really shouldn't be surprised about that seeing as my friends are so talented! Of course I adore their ships 💖
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So, before you hit your romance limit, can I request my two Black Clover OC ships? Solid x Rosette and Fuegoleon x Lital. You probably need to read their profiles first, if you haven't yet. I have a tag My Black Clover OC ☘️, hope it will help you. And to give some platonic bond too, Acier & Nozel and Finral & Gauche too?
Hi there Vilandel, and thank you so much for the ask! I'd be delighted to share some thoughts with you. 💕
Solid x Rosette
I am so happy you sent in this ask and told me about Solid x Rosette because this ship is absolutely my cup of tea (and not just because they're not super gooey and romantic. [A/N: Me neither Sosette] though I do have an affinity for more pragmatic couples who are very devoted to each other even if they're not super traditionally romantic and/or are more private about their affections). The big appeal here for me is that I've always had this intense fascination with arranged marriage to lovers. I have no explanation for this, but it's an absolutely fascinating dynamic to me and something I really enjoy exploring. I'll admit that maybe I'm biased because I also chose the arranged marriage to lovers dynamic for my own Black Clover OC x CC ship, but I think it just fits the nobility and strict social order of the Clover Kingdom so perfectly in my opinion and works so incredibly well for the story you've created for Sosette.
I love the idea of Solid entering this arranged marriage because "it's what you do," but then finding himself engaged to someone kind and perceptive enough to see beyond his haughtiness to realize he isn't just a shallow snob. He is moved by the fact she trusts him, and she brings out the best in him by believing it's there. Then he has his little panic moment of "Oh no! I fell in love with my fiancee!" This is the good stuff! Also, Rosette is super cool in her own right, and I adore her (and her friendship with my girl Charmy! YES!!). I love that she's so calm, collected, and perceptive. Also she's a detective? That's so awesome (and the Poirot reference had me squealing). Also, her glass magic sounds super interesting! I'll admit I never really thought of Solid Silva as a romantic being before, but Rosette's profile and your little one shot about them sold me. They're canon now. I don't make the rules.
Lital x Fuegoleon
Lital sounds lovely as well, and her backstory is really compelling (especially the story of her adoption which was so moving and so wholesome). I love the slow burn nature of her relationship with Fuegoleon, their long history with each other, and how they bonded over being on the same magic knights' squad. I'll admit I'm not as feral about it as Sosette (seriously, I just adore that ship now), but it seems like a very sweet pairing and I'd definitely be on board for it too!
Some Platonic Bond Thoughts Too? I'm So Spoiled! 😁 Thank you so much for this! Platonic relationships are truly my real passion, so it means a lot to me to be indulged to ramble about them as well.
Mother and Son: Acier and Nozel Silva
The bond between Nozel and Acier is so incredibly compelling to me. It's nice to see such a healthy and wholesome mother and son relationship, and the series does such an incredible job of showing just how much Nozel's love for his mom and his desire to make her proud and live up to her legacy has motivated and affected him. I adore them.
Finral and Gauche Friendship
I don't think I've ever really thought about this one before, but as soon as I read your ask, I had this very vivid thought of them bonding over gushing about how much love their younger siblings (I'm sure Langris would hate that...but luckily he's not there 😂😅). That said, it's a little hard for me personally to imagine that Finral wouldn't get on Gauche's nerves, so I'm not sure I can see them as besties in the same way as Gauche and Gordon for instance, but I do like the concept of an unlikely friendship between them and them bonding over their roles as big brothers. 😊
#thank you for the ask!#Sosette is my new Black Clover OC x CC OTP#I keep collecting them#but I really shouldn't be surprised about that seeing as my friends are so talented! Of course I adore their ships 💖#solid x rosette#fuegoleon x lital#acier silva#nozel silva#finral roulacase#gauche adlai#acacia's ramblings#answered asks
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I MET MICHAEL SHEEN.
16/03/24, National Theatre
So, if you've read my post about booking tickets to see Michael, you know all about my what-ifs. But the day was finally here.
I arrived at the National Theatre, followed all the Nye signs and here's the Olivier Theatre. I made my sister buy me the show's programme, hoping I would be able to get it signed.
I find my seat, I'm not in the centre but the stage still feels very close and you can see everything (amphitheatres are always the best).
Lights out. The audience is in religious silence.
Can't believe I'm actually here, this is happening.
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In the words of Staged, he really loses himself in his roles.
First of all, it's great to hear him speak in a Welsh accent.
But then we also see him turning back into a child, and you can totally believe he's young and innocent again. His stutter feels so real, his struggle and sadness too. The entire ensamble is great during the classroom scene, where they all help Nye against their bullying teacher (using those big canes to make him look scary really works). Hearing young Nye confessing that at times he thinks he 'shouldn't exist' because of who he is was a gut punch; Michael's delivery of that whole part is incredible, in that moment he really becomes a little boy that allows himself to feel vulnerable and says something dark to a friend. The way he jumps while saying "I can visualise and enunciate!" made me wanna jump too, he was ready to give up and then he found the solution through books, it's the joy and relief you feel when you realise that there is another way and your life is not over.
Now, I've watched musicals all my life and let me tell you that man is meant to be in one. He opened his mouth and all I could see was someone that had been waiting a long time for the occasion to show his talent, truly showstopping. He was so free and happy and confident, singing and dancing spectacularly. I couldn't stop smiling and giggling, we all clapped.
It's clear he means every word he says, and when he points and shouts his political arguments at the audience, those who feel called out must be shaking; I thought 'This is how people in Ancient Greece must have felt everytime they went to the theatre'. His Nye is inspiring, passionate, someone you'd want to follow, he stands up for what he believes in and lets nothing get in his way.
We get to watch him flirt, on all fours, waggling his 'tail'; everytime we think we've seen all he's capable of, he does something like this and surprises us.
But most of all, we see him being scared, first of having to do something, and then of not being able to do enough for all of us. At one point everyone has requests for Nye and I was expecting him to shout "Heal yourselves!" like Jesus in JCS, it totally conveyed what it must have been like to be in his role at the time, overwhelmed with daunting responsibilities.
In general, I appreciated the fact that it wasn't a linear biography, they chose life moments that have universal situations everyone can relate too, like they do in bio-musicals. I loved the staging. The colour palette is so recognisable; the curtains and the beds are used in many different ways so everything is explored at its full potential.
He is on stage basically all the time for more than two hours (sometimes twice a day, can you imagine?). Also barefoot and in his pajamas from start to finish, he looks like a teddy bear you just want to hug and protect.
He bows, looks at Nye's achievements, then leaves the stage.
Standing ovation, applause.
I go back to the theatre lobby, I was supposed to wait for my sister, but she's late. Meanwhile, a fan asks me how to get to the Stage Door. I start too fear that I'm going to miss my chance if I keep waiting inside, so I decide to go on my own. After no more than 5 minutes, he's outside with us. Forget Nye, I am living my fever dream.
He has just finished his second show of the day and yet he's smiling and listening to each and every one, signing and taking pictures. I know many have said this, but he really is an angel.
My sister arrives, and as soon as I'm sure she has the camera ready, I make my way to him. The two girls next to me who were speaking to him needed a pen and I lent them my sharpie, so I got my chance to look generous in front of him.
And suddently it was my turn.
This is as much as my scrambled mind allows me to remember: I tell him I'm Francesca and I'm from Italy, he asks me how long I am going to stay, I confess that I had arrived that morning and just to see him, that I would be leaving already the following morning. I can't even focus while he's signing my programme, I just want to find the right words. I manage to say how I enjoyed seeing his passion, all these different sides of him and how watching him sing and dance has been the highlight of my evening. We take a picture together, I feel his hand on my shoulder and I realise my arm is around the waist of this person I love. I had to thank him again, telling him that he only deserves good things and that we are so lucky to have him. He wishes me a safe trip home, and I melt.
I leave and I can't stop trembling. On my way back to the hotel I hold on tight to my signed programme and the sharpie that was in his hands just moments earlier. Only later I will realise that he's also written 'Ciao!', 'love' and 'X', without me asking for it or anything!
Seeing him act live was a big gift already, but what followed outside was beyond my dreams. I can't look at the photos without blushing, the way he looks at me in the video and then also strokes my arm for a moment, I mean pinch me now.
The more I think about it, the more I can't believe it happened.
I want to thank everyone that under my first post pushed me and encouraged me to see the pros of doing this, I share this beautiful moment of my life with all of you. <3
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hii! i love your work soo much, you are so talented. both weasley twins x reader, so like both the weasley twins getting jealous because reader has been spending so much time with her male best friend and one night she gets home late and they are mad. (smut and a bit of fluff at the end). so sorry if this is bad this is my first request
Hi my love! Thank you so much, not bad at all! I hope this is what you wanted (I need a very cold shower now) 🖤
Warnings: SMUT, graphic smut; threesomes, PIV, fingering, slightly cumplay, fingering, possessiveness, Dom!sub roles, dominant twins, jealousy, a bit of angst, beginnings of an argument. Swearing. Fluff and smut. Getting fucked in the kitchen. Sorry Dean, I’m sure you’re lovely.
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Summertime was upon you and as the days got longer and brighter, the temperature increasing, it brought along an endless stream of possibilities and fun.
The twins had been really busy lately, trying to stock up ahead of the impending return to Hogwarts for the students, the few weeks before term time being one of the busiest peaks of the year for them except for Christmas, April fools day and bonfire night. You really shouldn't complain, they were successful, bringing in a lot of money and still took great pleasure in their work. They were inventing all the time, wanting a new product to launch before school resumed and though you were happy for them, you felt like your hadn't truly seen them in weeks.
The days went by in a blur of waking up alone in bed, making yourself a cup of tea and some breakfast, showering alone and then trying to fill your days with work and meeting friends. Occasionally you'd help at the shop when they needed cover but you tended to stick behind the scenes working on the accounts and ordering, with the occasional potion brewing for the big restocks. Every night you'd cook dinner and set aside two plates, eating alone with the company of trashy muggle tv before you cleaned up the kitchen, put the two wrapped plates in the fridge and eventually drifted to bed. If it wasn't for occasionally needing the bathroom in the middle of the night and seeing your two husbands asleep either side of you, you could easily have believed that they never came back to the flat.
You'd tried to surprise them and take them lunch to try and steal some time together in the office but they were always too busy, too close to nailing their project so you stopped bothering. You tried waiting up late at night for them to show but they'd simply given you sleepy smiles and had fallen asleep on the sofa not twenty minutes later when you tried that. And sex? You could hardly remember what that felt like.
To say you were feeling a little neglected was an understatement. So when you ran into Dean Thomas in the Flourish and Botts Friday morning, you didn't hesitate to agree to a proper catch-up with him Saturday evening at the Leaky Cauldron. He'd extended the invitation to your husbands as well and you'd politely thanked him, telling him you'd ask them but in reality you knew there was a slim chance of that actually happening.
You hadn't seen either of your husbands that day from the moment you woke up til the moment you stepped out of the door, slightly dressed up and ready to meet Dean. You'd tried to catch them last night and then again around early morning when the shop was supposed to be quieter but they'd barely even acknowledged your presence. So you left them a note, telling them that you were going out and that you'd be home later.
You had a wonderful time; you'd actually run into Neville and Luna and they had joined you for dinner. You fell easily into conversation, just like the old days, with Dean of course asking about Ginny, your husbands and the shop. Neville and Luna were engaged and you were told all about their wedding plans which completely warmed your heart. You were on high as you walked back to the flat, a smile still on your face after catching up with good friends.
The smile disappeared pretty much as soon as you stepped through the flat, took off your jacket and shoes and found Fred and George sat at the kitchen table, your note placed between them. There’s a tension in the air that you can’t place. They don’t look mad, but they definitely don’t look happy either.
“Oh here she is,” George says, his voice dropping with sarcasm.
“Remembered that you have two husbands have you?” Fred says, his voice even harsher than George’s. You fire up with anger, biting your lip as you look between them with a glare, unable to push down your feelings anymore.
“That’s ironic coming from you two,” you mumble, walking over to the sink to get a glass of water.
“Care to elaborate princess?” Fred says blankly from behind you.
You snort, not believing that they’d really be getting into this now, the biggest hypocrites in all of Diagon Alley.
“Did you forget lately that you had a wife?” You ask, turning to them and looking between them. “She’s about yay high,” You say, gesturing to your height, “* colour hair, surname Weasley.” Your voice holds almost no humour to it now, feeling fired up.
“Yeah I’m looking at her,” Fred says with an equally unamused, expressionless glance.
“Doesn’t seem like her though, our wife’s normally a good girl,” George adds. There it is, that’s what the tension is.
A smirk slowly spreads across your face as you realise what the real issue is- they’re jealous.
You shrug dramatically, placing your glass into the sink, knowing just how to get them, “boys prefer bad girls.”
It’s instantaneous, both of them rising to their feet with the implication of your words.
“Is that right little slut?” George says, beginning to move closer. “Men, like us, prefer our good girl.”
“I reckon she’s forgotten who she belongs to mate,” Fred says, casting a glance at his brother, hanging back a little as a devilish twinkle begins to shine in his eyes.
“Yeah I reckon so,” George agrees, looking up and down your body.
“Have you forgotten sweetheart?” Fred asks teasingly, his bottom lip sticking out just a tad to mock you.
“Probably,” you say defiantly, knowing exactly what you were doing.
“Try again,” Fred says darkly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he advances on you, moving in step with his twin as they crowd you, towering over you. Their stares are dark, devilish and hungry have you flushed in seconds as their towering forms loom over you menacingly, both with smirks tugging at their lips as they notice your heaving chest and flushed face.
“Who do you belong to Angel? Hm?” George says, reaching out and pulling up your top over your head, seeing absolutely no resistance from you.
“Fred,” you say breathlessly, having to suck in your cheeks to stop yourself smiling as you watch George’s eyes widen in disbelief.
You gasp as your bra strap pings on your body, Fred’s fingers having purposefully let it go as a mild form of punishment for your act of defiance.
“And?” He pushes. Your eyes never faulted from George’s, allowing a hint of a smile to appear on your face that is a complete contrast to his thunderous glare.
“Bill?” You say innocently and within seconds you are turned around, pressed up against the kitchen counter and spanked, the loud thwack echoing through the kitchen.
Hands begin creeping up your legs and you’ve never been more thankful that you’d chosen a skirt, enjoying the feel of hands creeping up your bare skin under they stop just as they reach the lace of your panties. You feel long fingers begin to touch your pussy through the lace of your underwear and you throw your head back at the sensation, so close to where you need them but not close enough.
“Try again princess,” Fred says in your ear, body pressed against your back so you can feel the bulge of his erection against your bum.
“George, George,” you moan out, just as Fred finds your clit, rubbing it gently through the lace.
“See, told you you were our good girl,” Fred coos, pressing his erection against your bum harder now, giving the most delicious friction.
“Not quite,” George days darkly from the side and after a few seconds, Fred pulls away. Your bra is almost ripped from you leaving your breasts exposed and you’re mercilessly turned around by strong hands so they can see.
When both twins suddenly crouch down in front of you, their mouths instantly fixing upon your breasts, focusing on the pebbled nipples as their tongues dance around the sensitive peaks, you cry out, hands going into their hair to keep them just where you need them.
George’s hand traces up your leg and slips into your underwear, tracing his long fingers through your wet slit as you moan out, his fingers finding your sensitive little nub almost instantly.
“You do you belong to?” George says into the skin of your breast, pulling away to look up at you.
“You, fuck, you, both of you,” you moan out as George’s finger slips inside you at the same time, slowly thrusting as your hips cant trying to get him deeper.
“Good girl.”
“Who’s got you this wet sweetheart?” Fred says, his own fingers joining George’s as he rubs your clit whilst George stretches out out with his fingers, adding a second one slowly.
“You, geor, Fre,” you cry out, not even able to finish their names as they work together, hitting every pleasure point as Fred’s lips wrap around your nipple again and give a harsh suck.
“Not Dean?” George says, not holding back the jealousy.
“No, only you,” you cry out, beginning to feel your climax approaching.
“Not get Angel,” George says, suddenly pulling his hands away, as does Fred, leaving you whining and pouting at their actions.
“Bend over the table,” George instructs and you mindlessly follow his command, cringing as your naked breasts press against the cold wood of the table.
Your skirt is flipped up from behind you, exposing the little strip of lace you’d been wearing underneath until it’s unceremoniously ripped from your body at the side. You gasp, hips lifting up as your pussy is exposed to the air, to their eyes and in no time at all you can feel the head of a cock pressing against your wet lips.
“Tell me darling,” George says from behind you, “who do you belong to?”
“You Georgie!”
Your moan echoes throughout the apartment as the thick head of his cock slips inside you, the slight upward curve of his length making you gasp as it presses directly against your sweet spot inside.
“George!” You cry out as he immediately sets a rough and fast pace, your hands clawing at the table for purchase as your hips repeatedly knock into the side of the table.
“So fucking wet,” George growls from behind you as he fucks into you perfectly. “My fucking good girl, so fucking perfect for us.”
Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere, body already clearly worked up from being so expertly fingered earlier. He curses from behind you as your walls clench, squeezing his perfect cock tightly as you writhe and cry out with the ecstasy coursing through you. He lasts about three more thrusts as your pussy bares down on him and you moan out again as his thrusts get sloppy and sporadic as he cums, crying out your name in a whine.
“My little princess fucked out?” You hear from the side and your eyes widen as you realise that Fred had been watching all this time, waiting to pounce as he stands before you naked. George hadn’t even undressed, he’d simply bent you over, unbuttoned his work pants and fucked into you without any care.
“Think you can take me too sweet girl?” He asks, hand ghosting over your back as his twin slips out of you. You nod eagerly, already feeling empty as George’s cum begins leaking out of you and down the skin of your inner thighs.
Instead of getting behind you as you expected, he takes a seat on one of the wooden chairs beside you, beckoning you to join him as he pumps his cock in his hand. The sight has you near drooling, the sight of his long, big fingers wrapped around his thick cock, the wide shoulders and strong upper body so deliciously on display.
You back up from the table and remove your skirt and ripped panties that were clinging to one of your legs. He let’s go of his cock and it bobs back to hit his lower abdomen as he outstretches his hand to help you climb into him, both of you completely naked now.
You rest your legs on his and grab his wide shoulders for support as he grabs the base of his cock, allowing you to sink down on it. He’s slightly wider than George and you cry out at the feel of being stretched out again, your wetness and what’s left of George’s cum acting as lube to allow him to slip straight inside of you, reaching deeper and deeper until he was snugly pressed against your cervix. Your fingers paw at the flesh of his shoulders as he gives you time to adjust, sucking on your breasts in front of his face as you lift one hand and stroke back the hair from his face. He pulls away and looks up at you seating in his lap and there’s a moment that passes where you stare at each other with a smile, pausing to share a passionate kiss whilst his cock nestled deep inside you, your walls already clenching around his big member.
His hands fall to your bum as you slowly begin to lift yourself up until he was almost completely out of you before you quickly sink back down, his length filling you completely. Your loud moans are completely synchronised at the sensation of him fucking all the way into you and as you quickly begin to find a perfect rhythm, you begin to feel completely cock drunk.
Your hips buck on him as you chase the fire in your belly that’s beginning to ignite; feeling as if his cock was filling you completely. Your thighs burn at the exertion of bouncing on him and the sight alone of his scrunched up, pleasure filled face is enough to make you let out a string of moans that sound almost inhuman. You lean forward to kiss him again and the new angle hits something inside you that propels you right over the edge, crying out his name against his lips as you fall completely over the edge.
Your orgasms has nearly subsided but you can’t move anymore, legs burning and tired, as much as you want to keep riding him. He senses your slowing immediately and quickly grabs you by the ass and in a wicked feat of strength, he lifts you and him, keeping his cock deep inside as he placed you onto the edge of the table. You fall back, resting your head on the wood as he grabs your hips and snaps his own into yours, making your breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. He’s unable to look away, eyes dancing between your bouncing tits and your stretched out pussy, all on display for him. He begins to fuck you harder and harder, your cries getting louder as you grab hold of the edge of the table behind you, tits jiggling wildly as he bruises your hips.
“Gonna, fuck, oh fuck baby,” he whines as he watches your right hand snake down and rub circles around your clit, feeling like you could cum again.
“Let me,” you hear from the side and George’s fingers immediately take the place of yours, toying with your clit in the most deliciously sinful way. Fred cock slams into you as he starts to cum before he slams your hips down against his, cock buried right to the end of you as you feel his perfect length twitch and spurt inside of you, filling you with another load of hot cum. The sensation of being filled along with George’s sinful fingers has you reaching your peak again, calling out their names as you fight against Fred’s strong hold, unable to keep your hips still.
Your breathless and sweating, completely fucked out as you mumble their names over and over again. Fred slips out of you and pants as he throws himself back down onto the chair that would undoubtedly need cleaning in the morning.
“Come here Angel,” George says, grabbing your attention as he extends his hands for you to take, pulling you up. He stops and pulls you in for a sweet kiss that only increases your breathlessness as you pull away with half kisses eyes, tired and blissfully fucked out.
“Want a bath?” He says, much softer than he’d been when you entered. You shake your head with a smile, covering your slightly chilly body.
“Pee and bed,” you say, reaching for his hand but this time to entwine your fingers. He gives you a small, shy smile as he brings your entwined hands to his lips and kisses the back of your hand.
“Did you have a nice time?” He asks as you hop down from the table, cringing at the wetness you can see on the wood, knowing that you probably shouldn’t have fucked where you eat. You look at him questioningly, not wanting to start an argument but he gives you a little smile that tells you everything is okay.
It’s a little later and you’re cuddled up to Fred on the sofa, having been convinced to stay up with them a little while.
“We are sorry princess, never meant to pull away so much, we just needed to get the new products right snd it’s been none stop,” Fred says, stroking your leg as it rests across his lap.
“It’s okay, I understand,” you say, looking away from the terrible muggle tv show you were watching.
“It won’t happen again,” George says and you smile, reaching out to grab hold of his hand in understanding.
“Better not,” you say, the hint of a devious smirk crossing your face. “Or next time I go out to meet Dean I won’t wear any panties.”
“Bed.”
“Now.”
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Hiiii , you are one of my favs and I was wondering here me out . You know how British monarchy knights people for good things imagine the 141 task force find out their s/o was knighted . Could be for anything from science to military. Just a thought 😅. Much love ❤️
TF 141 x Knighted!Reader Drabble
A/n: I'm so happy to hear that I'm one of your favs, just in general I didn't really think my blogs would get much love. It's really surprised me. Thank you so much for the love ❤️🩹 I did a little research, but I'm not British so it might not be spot on lollolololl
Mentions: lass used once but for the rest GN!Reader, fluff, I left it kinda open for what you got knighted except for prices so ppl can kinda self insert
• John price
It came up in simple conversation, totally unexpected. It was no secret that as a field medic, you had saved many lives (Including John's) while keeping yourself going at the same time. It was impressive.
John's arm hangs lazily over your waist as you lounge together, leg crossed over the other. You're chatting about how you ended up working as a field medic, not so briefly mentioning that at one point, you had reached a certain number of lives saved.
And that you had gotten knighted for it.
The way you had said it was so calm, almost like it wasn't a big thing at all.
John sits up, his eyes widening as he looks down at you, who seems confused as to why he's just gotten out of the comfy position. "You're knighted? You got knighted, love?" A big smile spreads on his face, and he places a big kiss onto your cheeks. He's so proud of you. He was before, but knowing this makes him feel just a little warmer inside.
He's smiley about it, the whole day. Giddily slipping the fact that you're knighted into every conversation he has with anybody that isn't you.
• Johnny "Soap" Mactavish
It's a heated make out session, causing you to almost burst through the door into your quarters, the hinges creaking as you close it behind you.
Johnny's hands firmly wrap around your wrists and press you against a wall, wary to not push you against the shelf close to you. His eyes flit to it, then back to your lips. Johnny seems to go in for a kiss, but stalls and pulls back when he sees a photograph of you at the knighting ceremony.
With a quirk of your brow, you watch as he grabs it, inspecting it. "What, you— you got knighted?" He asks, admiring the picture for a moment before glancing at you. You smile softly in response to his question, and nod. "Yeah. Just before we became.. friends, actually. You didn't know?" You say, gently taking the photograph out of his hands and putting it back ontop of the shelf. "I did not, bonnie.. but I shouldn't be surprised. Not with the likes of you, talented lass." Johnny whispers, allowing you to pull him back in for the kiss.
• Simon "Ghost" Riley
You didn't actually tell him. He found out himself, just after the two of you had gotten into a relationship. It's not like he was wary, just curious— So he searched you up.
He definitely didn't expect this, he knew you were talented, but god.. getting knighted? The swell in his heart only got worse when he read about it, his lips quirking into a small smile. He just wondered why you didn't tell him?
It's a few days later that he surprises you in the morning, wrapping his arms around your waist while you're cooking up whatever..
"When were you going to tell me?" He asks gruffly, almost sounding accusing at first. It makes you turn and raise a brow, pressing a kiss to his lips for a moment. "Tell you what?" You ask, genuinely confused. He tilts his head, and you feel like you're in trouble..
"That you got bloody knighted? Were you just going to hide it from me, sweetheart?" Simon tugs you a little closer, spinning for a moment. Your worried expression fades into a lazy smile, and you shake your head. "Oh, Simon.. Seriously? That was a while ago."
"So? I wanna know who I'm marryin' in the future. I wanna know what you've accomplished." He says, his voice softer than usual. You snicker, your cheeks slightly burning. "Yeah, fine. I'll tell you over breakfast, hm?"
• Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
Absolutely flabbergasted. Does not believe you at first, thinks you're joking. You're still relatively young because you're in his age range, especially to get knighted.
A hearty chuckle escapes him, and he can't stop grinning. "Right, yeah. You got knighted. For what? That pretty face?" Kyle teases, shaking his head.
However, then you pull up with the evidence, and he's just.. staring at you, half smitten and half wondering if he's not some big failure for not having accomplished something big like this at this age.
He pushes the thoughts away, grabbing onto your collar and roughly pulling you towards him to kiss you, his other hand cupping your cheek. When he pulls back, he's staring at you softly, a little in disbelief. You're his. "You're so fucking perfect, you know that?"
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Part 2: You finally enter the infamous project, meeting your new 'teammates' as you play your first match
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A letter has arrived into your household, the name Japan Football Union on the front of it, with the details about the whole Blue Lock project you had agreed on.
By now you had already cut your hair into a more boyish cut, had been provided with the necessary stuff to hide your chest and a good backstory in case someone saw you with it on. And while you didn't look exactly like a boy, it was good enough to fool people.
You're now inside of the Japanese Football Union building, a bunch of boys already there when you entered. You shouldn't have worried that much, there are some here that were more on the pretty side rather than masculine.
"Congratulations, you unpolished lumps of talent, according to my judgment, the 300 of you are the best strikers under 18" Ego starts saying, making you scoff at how theatrical he was being. A pair of purple eyes look in your direction, giving you an amused look at your bored expression
"What, bored already?" He asks you, making his white haired friend look at you too
"He talks too much" you answered vaguely enough, as Ego starts debating with one of the participants. The purple hair dude chuckles while the white hair one just looks at you
"That I can't deny. I'm Mikage Reo, this is Nagi Seishiro, who are you?" He asks you
"Yn" you say simply, bowing slightly. THE Mikage Reo? The son of the biggest corporation in Japan?
"Isn't that a girls name?" Reo asks again, lifting his eyebrow
"My parents liked the name too much to give it up, i guess" you shrugged your shoulders just on time as a dude with black hair starts running towards the door, a bunch of them following right behind. You look at Ego, who had a creepy smile, and sigh "see you inside, i guess"
"Wait" Reo takes your arm "Don't tell you agree with that bastard?"
"Meh, it's better than nothing. You don't have to enter though, it's your decision after all" i say letting go of his hand, bowing slightly as i start walking away calmly. You can see Nagi trying to leave and Reo trying to convince him to stay as you pass down Ego.
"Keep an eye on him, that Isagi Yoichi has guts" Ego mutters as you pass him, making you nod.
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When you enter Room Z there's already two people there, a sleeping one that had already changed and one with long red hair. You bow to the red hair one and move to your locker, wanting to change quickly before anyone else comes in
"What's that?" The red hair asks beside you, looking at your chest where the binder covered in some loose bandages was on "why are you wearing that?"
"I had some health problems, so I had to use this…" you say unaffected
"Really? Wouldn't this make it more difficult to breathe?" Asks curious
"I got used to it" you shrugged as you put the shirt on "What? Are you gonna judge me now?"
"Nah, just curious. I'm Chigiri Hyoma" he extends his hand, you took it and shake it, trying to look as confident as he did
"Yn, nice to meet you" you say and he nods, acknowledging you. You luckily finished changing when more boys started to arrive in the room, so you went to the wall to rest there until whatever Ego had planned starts. The last one to arrive was the same dude that entered first, Isagi Yoichi you presume.
After everyone is done changing, you hear the screen behind you start making noise, Ego appearing on the screen.
"Hi.hi. the others in your room are your roommates and your rivals who will push each other higher, I've already rank your abilities, that's the number you have in your uniform" he says, making everyone look at their arm sleeve, your number was the highest of the people near you "That ranking will change by the day and will go up or down depending on training and games. Finally, those in the top five will unconditionally be registered for the u-20 world cup happening six months from now"
You look surprised just like everyone else in the room, you gotta give it to Ego, he had a great plan. And even though you probably won't be able to participate, it even makes your heart excited at that.
"Time for some tag" Ego announces as a ball drops down into a bald kid, who immediately goes after Isagi
"This is ridiculous, I can't see how this game is "Top Training", I'm only participating to prove him wrong" says Kira, the kinda famous kid.
Luckily for you, you just had to dodge here and there, the ball concentrating mostly on Isagi, the bald dude and Kira. At some point the dude that was sleeping, Bachira according to the prompter, sends the ball a little too long when Kira moves to a different side, coming straight to you. You sensed Isagi's will to change, his aura changing completely after he tried to go for Kira, so you took the ball and sent it to him with only mere seconds to spare.
POW!
The ball sounds against Kira's face as the time runs out, Isagi effectively eliminating him. So that's why Ego told you to keep an eye on him, he definitely had the spirit that Ego was looking for.
"Good work, you lumps of talent, results are everything here, now get our loser! Ryosuke Kira!" Ego says appearing on the TV again, making Kira go on a rampage about how useless all this games were "In blue lock everything is related to soccer, take a good look around, you mediocre elite"
"The size of the room is the same size as the penalty area, right?" you say out loud, making a few of the other players surprised as Ego confirms your words "after all, that's the space where strikers work the most"
"SO WHAT? I GET THE SIZE OF THE ROOM, BUT PLAYING TAG ISN'T SOCCER!" he screams at you, rage in his eyes
"I mean…to tag someone requires a great ability to aim and shoot, which is needed if you want to score" you continue adding, his face still furious as Ego continues explaining how he lost. He then leaves the room annoyed, making Isagi come to where you were
"Why? Why did you pass it to me? If i hadn't kicked it then you would have lost!!" He says to you
"But you wanted to kick it" you answered simply as an arm passes around your shoulder, Bachira joining in the conversation
"Yeah, your face said so!" Bachira says to Isagi, then turning to you "Nice cover, by the way, I didn't think he would move at the last second!"
"But.."
"Results are everything here, right? Then we won by trusting you!" Bachira says, making you nod
"Congratulations, you've passed the entrance test!" Ego says from the monitor "the eleven of you will share a common destiny, sometimes you'll cooperate, sometimes you'll betray each other, now you are blue lock Team Z"
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3 days have passed since that entrance test, and an intensive training is now in place. Luckily for you, you have managed to hide your body from them quite easily, you woke up a bit earlier to change clothes and went to have a quick bath when everyone else was in the dorms ready to sleep. You didn't know if you were that good of a liar or they were just oblivious.
You were running in the treadmill alongside Kunigami and Chigiri when you noticed Isagi practicing his jumps, so far everything you've seen him do has been…mediocre at best
"Huh? Why does Ego like him so much?" You mutter to yourself. The same day where Kira was eliminated Ego has called you briefly to his office, telling you one more time that you needed to see if Isagi Yoichi had the capabilities to become the best striker…so far you have nothing positive to report
"Eh? What did you say?" Kunigami answers breathing hardly, understandably considering you were running at almost 20 kph*
"Nothing, just cursing Ego" you say, receiving a light laugh from Kunigami
"You know, you're more athletic than i thought you'd be" Chigiri says now, talking for the first time
"Yeah, you have a tiny frame, I'm surprised how you can keep up with us" adds Kunigami, making you raise your eyebrow "no offense, of course"
"Whatever, you do realize that my rank is higher than both of you, right?" You say with a small smirk
"Eh?! You're right! How's that even possible?! You're smaller than me!"
"Don't know, figure it out yourself" you say raising the speed a tad more, making the two other boys groan in frustration "C'mon, you can't be this tired already, we still have like ten more minutes to reach the usual 90 ones of a match"
"You're a monster, Yn-kun, a monster" Kunigami says as he raise his speed too "but I'm not losing to you"
You planned on having dinner alone, around this time you didn't have much physical movement, so you could ditch the binder for a more relaxed way to hide your chest, however it didn't make you less paranoid. That's why you much rather eat alone, so you could avoid any questions in case anyone noticed, and things were going well until a small bumblebee decided to raid your meal
"Ehh?! You have curry? No fair" Bachira whines as he sits besides you, a plate with to rice and chicken sitting in front of him
"I didn't think we will have different meals just because of 1 level difference" you say
"I know, right? I want some curry too!!" He says looking at your plate with want
"Don't you dare to touch it" you warn him, making him whine loudly again. You sigh, slightly annoyed at the boy "fine, we can share, better?"
"Yay! Thanks Yn-kun!" He says taking some curry to his plate "you know, I noticed the other day that you wear some bandages around your chest, are you okay?" He asks, making you almost choke on your drink
"I am, I just had..some small health issues"
"Do you have a scar? Can I see-?!" He asks
"No!" You cut him quickly "No, it's…something I'm not comfortable sharing"
"Ahh, well okay, it's fine. I was just curious" he smiles as he continues eating, not pressing any further "then Yn-kun, why did you pass that ball to Isagi-kun? Why didn't you shoot yourself?"
"I just felt Isagi-kun aura, didn't you noticed? He was in the zone" you explained "Isn't that the same reason you wanted to pass to him too? Because you knew he was going to shoot no matter what?"
"Well, yeah. Passing it to him felt right, but of course Kira-Kun had to move too. Do you also hear a monster when you play?"
"A monster? No…i just play however it feels nice" that's definitely an interesting take, a monster? What kind of weird bunch did Ego invite?
"Well, I like your play style too! You're definitely one of the top players here, let's practice together one day!"
"Sure, one day" you say smiling at him as he continues eating
The next day Ego calls you to the main room, and basically explained what you already knew about the plan, how team Z was the worst one of the bunch and all that
"... Whoever is best at soccer here is king, if you want a nice life, then win and boost yourselves. Now let's begin blue lock first selection. It's a tournament for the 5 teams, after the final match, only the top 2 teams will be selected. It's a survival match"
The moment everyone heard this they started babbling about their positions, everyone here was a forward, and now suddenly they had to play different positions if they wanted to survive and become the best striker. As Ego finishes talking everyone is left in a confusing state, will anyone even want to give up being a forward? You knew you couldn't just take it, while you were a good player, your job here was to help them achieve that dream, you probably won't even last until the second selection anyway.
"So… rock, paper, scissors?" You ask first
"Yeah, that seems fai-"
"Ehh!? Why do you get to decide that?! We should do it by strength instead!"
"Raichi, stop. Yn-kun is right, rock, paper, scissors is the fairest way to decide" Kunigami says stopping Raichi, who just mumbles an agreement. Everyone just agrees, starting to play
"Oh, i won" says Isagi, you also won the second place, so you had an early choosing opportunity, and Bachira was third
"Okay, so Isagi-kun chooses first, then Yn-kun, and like that down the line" Kuon explain, he was like the captain of the team
"Then i want to be a forward" says Isagi, Kuon writing down the position as Raichi scoffs
"I'll be a defender then" you say boringly when you feel an arm around your shoulders
"Ehh? Yn-kun, you are one of the best players here, why would you be a defender?" Bachira asks you
"He's right, you have crazy speed, your stamina is good too, you should be at least a right winger" as Kunigami "it wouldn't make sense if you are a defen-"
"Eh?! Are you looking down on us, you small fry?!" Raichi says to you, making you roll your eyes
"Well, I'll put Yn-kun as a right winger then" says Kuon, writing down your name in the notebook
"That's good! I'll be the other forward to then!" Bachira keeps the conversation going, with the other players ranting about how the good positions were already taken. It surprised you, honestly, you knew you were a good player in comparison to the rest of the girls, since you used to only play with boys growing up, but being considered an equal to these much taller and muscular dudes was something you never even tried to imagine.
Finally the match was about to start, you were putting the vest on.
"Isagi-kun won a chose to be center forward so let's focus our strategy around him" Kuon remind you
"Yeah" both you and Bachira answer, making you smile at each other. Bachira has been the one member you got closer the fastest
"Isagi-kun" you call him when you notice him thinking "relax, you can only go higher from here"
"Yeah, thanks" Isagi says
"We just have to win, right? Easy" Raichi says stretching
The match was against team X, one dude with spiked hair was the only one that grabbed the attention out of all.
The match starts with Bachira passing to Isagi; however, even before he was able to confront the other team, Raichi took the ball for himself, and before anyone could react, everyone was trying to get the ball to themselves. To be expected really, after the whole talk about having to be egoist to be a proper striker nobody would have just…obey. Everything was chaos until the one dude from Team X, Barou if you heard correctly by the cheers, took the ball and made a goal by himself.
Not one, not two, but five goals. Team Z was losing 5 to 0.
"Ahh we're just running in circles" Bachira says looking at the clock "there's no way we can get five points in 3 minutes..but"
"We can at least get one" you say, making Bachira look at you knowingly before looking at Isagi
"Yeah, the 3 of us can recover at least one, wanna try, Isagi-kun?"
"...Yeah"
"Bachira-kun and I will draw the attention, you shoot Isagi-kun" you say with Bachira nodding as he says, your job was to bring out the talent of the players, so that's what you'll do.
"Run, Isagi, we'll meet in front of the goal"
With that Bachira passes to Isagi, who passes almost immediately to you so you could start moving. You were able to pass one doing a nutmeg, passing the ball unexpectedly through his legs, while passing another one by just running a bit faster right before passing back to Bachira, who also passes three dudes before sending it to Isagi.
Isagi manages to get close to the goal; however the number 10 of Team X, Barou, cuts him off from scoring. You run towards the goal yourself when that happens, making the other team mark you as well, when suddenly the ball comes into your field of view, Isagi has passed the ball for you to shoot.
You instinctively take the ball, and despite having a good 70 meters between you and the goal, you do a powerful shot and make the first and only goal for team Z.
And despite absolutely being demolished by the other team, despite the sudden pass, despite mot being able to breathe properly because of your binder, despite that the only reason you were even here was to help the others score, you couldn't help to feel the need for more, to score again and again, to become better even when you were not supposed to.
"Hey! Yn-kun! Nice goal!" Says Bachira to you as you walk towards the lockers, giving you a high five
"Yeah, you were amazing Yn-kun" adds Isagi, giving you another high five
"Thanks Isagi, Bachira. But why did you pass to me? Was it because of that dude?" You ask Isagi
"I don't know how to explain it, it was unconscious, you just seemed with more opportunity to score"
He says a bit down as you enter the lockers, moving to sit down with a towel on his head while you clean your sweat with a towel. You ignored the rest of the team as they fought, an unconscious pass? Could it be that he's a natural playmaker? If he doesn't know why he passed the ball then that's the most likely reason why.
"... We're one loss away from the end!" You hear Kuon say, making the rest question him whether he had some plan or not
"Well" you hear Kunigami say "that goal that Yn-kun made couldn't have been done without Bachira and Isagi, right?
"Yeah, I'm sure we can come up with something if we start with that" you add as Raichi starts yelling again. You were still breathing hard when you noticed Bachira naked in front of everyone, so you ignored him hoping that your face wouldn't blush.
You kept ignoring the rest of the team as you focused on your body, your chest was hurting, but that was to be expected considering that you ran for 45 minutes without being able to have a full breath. You thought that your practice was more than enough, but clearly things were different on a real match
"I don't think everything that Ego is saying is true" Chigiri says going to the refrigerator, throwing you a drink as he took one for himself "I mean, he said this is to win the world cup and he was talking about world-class strikers like Ronaldo, Messi, and Cantona, but not all of them have won the world cup, but he did say ‘this is a battle to rebuild soccer from zero’. I think that might be some kind of hint"
"Oi, are you okay?" You hear Kunigami ask you
"Yeah, I'm fine" you say gaining your breath properly
"Why don't you just take off that chest thing you use?" Asks Chigiri, making Kunigami look at both of you confused
"I…I can't, I just need to get used to it" you say as you drink the energy drink "it'll take a few more matches though"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but you did good today Yn-kun, that was a good goal"
And before you could answer Kunigami the TV behind you starts sounding, Ego appearing on it.
"Howdy, you lumps of talent, the second match of wing 5 has already finished. Team V crushed Team Y 8-0 so here are the current standing"
He then proceeds to explain how soccer works, why he wants this new revolution of soccer to happen and how strikers are the ones that can make this revolution happen. As you hear him talk you couldn't help to think how crazy this whole plan was, even though you pretty much heard everything he was saying once you agreed to do this.
"ACHIEVING THE REVOLUTION KNOWN AS A ‘GOAL’ CAN ONLY BE DONE WITH YOUR OWN WEAPONS!!"
Weapons, huh? That makes sense, if these boys don't know how to properly use and improve their talents, weapons as Ego called them, they won't get too far either here or in their soccer career.
"Yn-kun, we're gonna go shower, you coming?" Asks Kunigami as he and Chigiri stand up and start taking their clothes off, you really have to adapt to this fast if you don't want to stand out.
"Not yet, I wanted to get some practice done first, go ahead" you say as you stand up stretching
"Okay, don't overexert yourself" Chigiri adds as they both leave. You exchange some words with both Bachira and Isagi until you part ways, them going to the dorm while you waste time until all of them leave the bathroom area so you could shower at peace.
You were walking towards the practice area when you noticed Anri standing in the door, visibly waiting for someone
"Yn-chan, thank God you're here fast" she tells you when you approach her "Ego wants a reunion with you, let's go, you can wash up yourself there too, there's a private bathroom"
"Okay, what for though?"
"Not sure, but it's Ego we're talking about here"
She leads you to the apartment Ego was living in, a few floors above where the project was happening. You loosen up your binder on the way there, now being able to breathe properly until you have to face your team again.
"Yn-chan, come in, come in" Ego says as he starts preparing some ramen. You sit down on the table waiting for him when your stomach rumbles too "Anri-chan make her something"
"You could ask nicely, you know?" The woman says making you a bowl of ramen too "This is all he eats, Yn-chan, sorry it can't be more filling"
"It's alright, it's a nice change from curry" you says smiling at the woman as she sets the bowl in front of you, already ready. You don't really think twice as you start to dig in, Ego looking at you as he eats himself.
"So Yn-chan, nice goal back there" he says with a tone that left you wondering if it was a compliment or not "Although i would have much rather to see someone else scoring"
"Ego-san!"
"It's alright Anri-san. Isagi-kun passed it to me, it would have been weird if i didn't try to shoot, wouldn't it? After all, you were the one doing the whole talk that you needed to be an egoist and make goals" you say grabbing more noodles, an unfazed look in your face
"True, but do you think that helped them?"
"Yeah, somewhat. Some of them are still trying to understand what you meant by creating soccer from 0, so i think the combo that Isagi-kun, Bachira-kun and I did is a good start for them" You say as you drink some of the soda that Anri passed you "Although admittedly I wasn't thinking any of that at the time, I just wanted to score"
"Well, if anything your ego will make others want to improve too. What do you think of Isagi-kun so far? He passed instead of trying to score after all"
"He said the pass was unintentional, that he just felt I could score at that time. He probably has some spacial awareness and he doesn't know it yet, not everyone can just make that decision in the middle of a game" you add, thinking back at the pass from Isagi, he clearly was trying to score instead
"Well, he sounds more like a mild fielder if that's the case, so he needs to figure out how to use it as a striker. Help him find that out Yn-chan"
"Yes sir" says as you finish the food
"The rest seem to be in good shape, they just need to get used to this. Make sure to not lose again, Yn-chan, it's too early to leave"
"Yes sir" you say, however you can't help but wonder "Sir…why do you want me to help Team Z so badly?"
"Because I can sense that some of them can become amazing once they wake up, but they lack someone in the team that can help them get that instinct and nurture it. That's it"
"I thought you'd want them to figure it out in their own"
"And they still have to do that, you just need to give them some hints. You may leave now" you stand up and bow as Anri passes you a towel and some clothes before pointing where the private bathroom was.
"Ego-san, are you sure this was a good idea?" Anri asks Ego once both of them are alone. Ego smiles as he checks the recordings in his TV's from the goal you made and the faces of your teammates
"I'm sure that she can make this diamonds in the rough bloom" he focuses on Isagi face, smiling in excitement "she'll make sure to do it"
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ENHYPEN Mini Series
ENHYPEN as Taylor Swift Songs
BACK TO DECEMBER
synopsis: through ups and down, boyfriend lee heeseung was there for you. he’s the perfect boyfriend girls always wishes for. he was perfect, always good to you and you hurt him.
pairings: lee heeseung x reader
word count: 11k.
warnings: angst, harsh words. (let me know if there’s more)
note📎: i’m not so sure how i did with this one, but here you go. please enjoy! this is the second part of my taylor swift songs series. i hope you guys liked this. your reply and reblog means a lot and my ask are open for you thoughts. thank you and stay safe.
"Y/n! I'll go first." you looked over your shoulder and smiled at your friend while she waves her hand. You gave a short nod and waved as well before going back to what you're previously doing.
As you busy yourself putting your things inside your training bag, you let out a yelp when someone suddenly caged you in an embrace.
You twists your head after hearing this familiar mischievous chuckles coming from the culprit. It was your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung. His smirk was evident despite you shooting him glares.
"You scared me!" you shouted at him then swat him over his arm once after he lets you go.
He grunts lowly but kept his smirk. "Well that's the purpose." he said playfully that earned him a roll eyes from you.
With a small smile you went back on fixing your things and you felt him walks closer then he threw his arm over your shoulder.
"How was practice today, pretty? I heard you killed the evaluation yesterday." his tone sounded too excited to hear anything about your day which is not a surprise anymore. He was always like this. One thing you are thankful for is that he's always ready to hear your rants about life. Whether they make sense or not, he will give you his ears.
"It was exhausting. I'm pretty sure the teacher is trying to give us a hard time." you complained and faced him so he can see how you're really upset about it.
Heeseung chuckles softly, seeing you like this is surely adorable. "Awe," he showed this expression that made you want to laugh. He cupped your face and leaned down so you're both on your eye level.
"Who made this baby upset?" he asks taunting you a bit.
You bit your lower lip then elbowed him. He laughs, but lets out a small groan out of pain. He was exaggerating a bit, but it was normal. This is how you two usually shows affection.
After finishing fixing your things, Heeseung gently steals it from your grip then the two of you started walking out from the dance practice room. Your eyes slowly trailed over him. He's wearing training clothes so you know he's here to train as well. Probably vocal lessons.
You and your boyfriend are both trainees in Hybe. He's the first one to get here and you actually met here before you two became a couple. It was not a secret, but you both know your responsibilities and limitations. Right now, your priority is both your careers. The staffs always reminds the two of you that you shouldn't let the relationship affect your work in any way.
Specially that the survival show Heeseung will participate in is just right by the corner. It's so near. Its just a month away before it starts. They've already been oriented about it.
"How was the photoshoot last monday, Hee?" you tried opening a topic between your boyfriend who's silently walking beside you.
He glanced at you before grabbing your hand to hold it. "Good. But it felt so weird tho. I wasn't totally used to it." he said and you can see how his ears turned red. You thought it was cute how he gets shy just by remembering it.
"I bet your photos will turn out great. You'll gain many fangirls!" you stated excitedly.
You know Heeseung. He's good looking and very very talented. You are very sure people will love him. He's also very funny too, so you don't see why he needs to get worried about it. Yes, being nervous is a part of it but you know he will do just well. And you'll be right here to support him.
He kept his stares at you. Those bambi doe eyes of him whenever he looks at you with so much affection sure makes your stomach go crazy. There's just something about it that you can't point out. Not to mention how his beautiful honey tan skin goes along with it perfectly. You raised your hand and brush his hair once before flashing him this warm smile.
"I know you're probably very worried and nervous right now," you started and eyes slowly trails down from his eyes down to his nose, and to his lips. He pursed it, that made it even look more red. You blinked, getting a little distracted.
"But you'll do very well, Hee. I know it. We all know it." you glanced back to his eyes after finally shoving away the distracting thoughts of his lips and how good they look.
He kept his stares and didn't respond right away. "Yeah. I just can't help but to overthink with all this pressure around me."
Some people may find him mysterious and honestly, you can't blame them. He isn't the type who will tell you everything and opens up very quickly. Heeseung is very reserved when it comes to letting other people see his emotions. You understand him and somehow gets his point. It also took you a while before he started sharing his thoughts with you.
You draws in a sigh before pursing your lips, "Don't mind the pressure. It will always be there, specially because you're very talented and a lot expects big from you. Just enjoy, baby."
Heeseung's eyes sparkles because of the endearment. His hand reaches out for you and pulled you into a tight embrace. You chuckles, inhaling his manly scent as you slowly returns his affection. His lips pressed a kiss at your forehead once.
"I will. Thank you, baby. For always believing in me."
You blushed. He's been calling you endearments ever since you two started dating, but you still blush like crazy like its the first time. Heeseung have that much effect on you. You truly loves him so much.
"I will always believe in you."
He slightly pulls away then cups your face, "And I believe in you too. I know you'll debut sooner as well." his tone sounded so sure. You couldn't even sense any doubt from it.
You flashed a confident smile, "Definitely!" you cheered happily and you both chuckled after that.
Trainee life wasn't easy and they often say that this isn't just about passion. There's so much more about it. Your dreams and future, they're all connected. The risks you are taking for choosing this life instead of going to a good university was no joke. They said continuing this path is only for brave ones. And you are brave.
As expected, Heeseung became pretty busy the following weeks. Meetings after meetings, trainings after trainings, they even started to film some clips that may appear on the show. It was so exciting and thrilling. Hearing stories from your boyfriend makes you feel like you're experiencing them first hand. You are so happy for him.
You glanced at him silently packing his bag while you hang the outfit he's about to wear tomorrow. It's the big day. His big day. They will go to this place and stay there for a long time. It makes you feel sad and longing already for him. After-all, you two had been inseparable ever since you dated. It was always with him that highlights your days. For now, you have to settle on seeing him on screen. The thought of him finally taking another step closer to his dreams, somehow became your only comfort.
"Did you pack everything?" you broke the silence between you two as you hang his pants together with his tie-dye shirt.
His eyes met yours and he smiled, it was obvious that he was thinking about something before you talked. You already had a clue what it is, but you try to keep your mouth shut and let him speak for it.
"Yes. It's not like we're asked to bring too much anyway. They said all the things we will be needing will be there." he says and you nodded your head trying to push back the tears that were attempting to come out from your eyes.
Heeseung has never seen you cry before. He sees you as a very gullible and happy go lucky person. He does saw you get sad and disappointed, but crying? No. Atleast not yet.
He might have noticed the hint of tears at the corner of your eyes so he chuckles and opens his arms wide for you. A small smirk spreads across his handsome face, to hide and cover the sadness that slowly eating him up.
"Come here," he softly says that you obliged right away.
The hug was warm as always. It was one of your favorite things in the world, being caged between his arms while he place kisses at your head and assured you that everything's going to be all right. For Heeseung, this is also one of his safest place. You between his arms, your warmth comforting him and telling him that you're just there for him. He's attached to you as much as you are to him.
"Three months isn't that long, I'll be back even before you know it." he comforts you even without you mentioning that it was that that bothers you.
He knows, because he himself is sad that you'll be away from each other for that long. But you two have no choice. This is for his dreams, your dreams. This is what's best and you are very happy for him. You'll do anything just for him to be successful and achieve his dreams. And you'll do the same for your dreams. You two promised that a time will come, you will watch each other in big screens while attending music award shows together.
"I love you, Heeseung." you mumbled.
His heart races as he pulls away flashing you a warm smile, "I love you." and he leans in to give you one affectionate kiss on your lips.
That night, you spend it while cuddling each other closely. Sleep doesn't seem to visit you and so you just enjoyed staying with him for a bit more. Soon enough, sunrise were there and he has to leave and go to the place where they'll film the show. He waves at you and you did as well flashing him your warmest smile.
"Y/n, have you watched the first episode?" your eyes looked over one of the trainees who excitedly approach you while you're currently working out.
You smiled and nodded your head shortly. She squealed and even did small jumps out of excitement. Another one smoothly joins in the conversation. They're starting to tell you how amazing and cool Heeseung was along with some other trainees that you couldn't catch on.
You just smile politely and responds whenever they ask things. Unconsciously, your eyes darted over the entrance of the gym when you saw one of the trainors were called by a staff. She asked him something and he nods his head before roaming his eyes around the place, like looking for someone. When you two met eyes, he stopped and pointed you towards the staff.
Your heart races as you watch her thank him then walks towards you. She's familiar. You have seen her with some of the managers around the company. There's a rumor that they're trying to form a girl group and will release them soon. The thought thrilled you and your heart can't help but to leap out of excitement and anticipation.
"Ms. Y/n?" the two girls that were talking to you turns their head and bowed immediately after seeing the staff. She returned the greeting and looked back at you.
"Yes?"
"Are you done with your work out? I would like to invite you to the office, one of the managers asked for you." she said using this professional tone. It made you a little worried and anxious, you'll be honest. But you shrugged it off and bravely nodded your head before asking if you can go take a quick shower first.
She said okay and that she'll just wait for you at the lobby. You didn't waste any time and just quickly go take a quick shower and tried to make yourself look presentable as much as possible. When you arrived by the lobby, she's there on the phone. While walking closer, you try to flatten your shirt and fix your hair. Just in time, she glanced at your way and asked you to wait for a while.
You stood there patiently and after she finishes her call, she walks closer and trailed her eyes from head to toe.
"Follow me." she strictly instructs and you just nodded.
As you follow her, your mind is floating somewhere. A lot of questions flooded you and your lungs pressed out air out of nervous. Chills runs over your spine as your heart clamps making it a little hard to breath. Despite all of these, you composed and prepared yourself to whatever it is that going to happen.
You've seen scenes like this. It's either end up good or bad.
The two of you stops outside a meeting room, here is where special meetings are gathered. Near here is the evaluation hall where you present your monthly performance that they will grade. It will dictate whether you will continue as a trainee or you're out.
"Wait here for a while." she says and knocked twice to the door before peeping his head a little.
"She's here with me. Should I get her inside?" she asks the people inside. You couldn't hear what exactly their responnses are but when the girl motioned you to follow her inside, you guess they agreed.
You draws in big heavy sigh before you walked inside, ready to face them and hear what they call for you in.
As expected, familiar faces are can be seen. They all turned their heads at you once you step inside. Strict and cold looking eyes scanned you from head to foot. It made you more nervous because the silence was very suffocating. They all have serious face and none of them are talking.
"Goodafternoon." you tried to greet them even if you're very nervous. Good thing that you didn't startled.
The girl asked you to stand at the middle, in front of the table where they're all seated. It's not very welcoming and has high tension that makes you just want to run outside, but this was all part of it. Monthly, you get evaluated and this are pretty similar to it.
"What do you think?" one of them asks, only she's not talking to you but rather to the person beside her. There's this strict woman, probably on her mid-30s, and she's staring at you with those strict meticulous eyes of hers. You know her. She have a high position in the company, her opinion is very important when it comes to trainees that will be released by the company.
She kept her stares and didn't talk for a while before she draws in a sigh. "Well, she looked decent." it was a short comment, but was enough to make relief falls over their faces.
She sighed, "All right, take her out from Team B and let her be with (band name) for a while. Let's see their chemistry together."
Your eyes almost popped out of its socket after what you heard from her. She didn't said anything afterwards and just fixed her folder and left, dismissing everyone that isn't needed anymore. All of them stood up to bow at her as she leaves the room, you on the other hand was still stunned at what was happening. A part of you wanted to jump and celebrate, but a part of you felt scared. Worried of what's about to come.
Trainee life is already very hard and you heard that once you're part of a debuting group, it'll be much worst. They said they'll become more strict and things are way different. Despite all of these thoughts that are bothering you, the idea of finally joining a group that will be released is very thrilling.
"Y/n? Come with me." your neck craned over to the staff that took you here in this room.
After bowing politely at the remaining people inside, you decided to follow her towards somewhere. On the way, your heart are thumping like crazy. Your stomach churns in an uncomfortable way. The emotions you are currently having are unexplainable.
Soon enough, both of you arrived at a practice room. Your mouth gapped in awe as you roam your eyes around after she guides you inside. Inside were five girls that turned their heads in unison after noticing your presence. Your curiosity subsided and you suddenly felt shy.
One of them went to stop the music and they walked closer, standing in a straight line. Their curious eyes darted silently at you.
"Girls, this is y/n. She will join your trainings and practices for a while and we will see if she fits the group." she asks you to introduce yourself and even if you feel super shy, you bowed.
"Hi, I'm y/n from Team B. I hope you take good care of me." you showed a polite smile for them that they exchanged with warm smiles. Somehow, it made you feel at ease. They all seems very nice.
One by one, they introduced themselves to you. The staff left you with them and the girls instantly hovered over you excitedly. You blushed and felt surprised at them. One giggles and informed you that you are younger so she wants you to call her 'unnie'.
"You're Heeseung's girl, right?" the oldest from the group suddenly said.
You showed a slight shock over your face and nodded your head. One seems to be surprised at the information while others kept their smiles. They all got excited and soon hovered around you to ask about details. It was obvious how they find it so amusing that you are in a relationship with the ace trainee.
“It must’ve been very hard for you right now. Do you miss him?”
Your lips lifts up into a small smile and eyes slowly trailed down your fingers, the familiar bitter feeling overtaking your chest.
“So much. I got used to having him around.” you admits.
“Yah, you shouldn’t have asked that.” one of them whispered and you just smiled a little at them to show that its fine.
A lady entered the room and she introduced herself as Ms. Kim. She’s the one incharge to manage this debuting group. She flashes you a warm smile. For the first time, you felt at ease. She’s the only one who gave you this kind of face ever since you were escorted here.
You mirrored her smile despite feeling a little awkward.
“Y/n, team B. A trainee for almost a year.” it isn’t a question that needs a confirmation, it was a statement. Seems like she’s well aware of your background. It made you feel a little nervous.
“You’re probably at shock right now, but from now on you will be joining them.” she draws in a sigh. “Consider this a chance to take a spot in the debuting group, Y/n. I hope you take this seriously.” she stated, now looking at you with a stern look on her face.
You nodded right away, warmth slowly spread through your chest.
“Yes, Ma’am!”
Things that follows became a blur. The next thing you know, you are spending most of your time with this group training. A part of you expects a lot, excited and looking forward to what’s waiting ahead, but a part of you also worries a lot. The management did told you that this doesn’t guarantee your spot for the debuting group. They’re just checking if your chemistry with these girls will click. If yes, you’ll debut with them. If not? Then you’re back to team B.
“Come on girls! Move those bodies!” the choreographer ordered and like robots you all complied. You sighed and felt your body aching due to dancing too much. The dance moves are no joke. It was crazy and honestly you feel like your bones are not attached to each other anymore.
“Y/n!!” her screams were loud as your small mistake of the dance after missing off the beat caught her eyes.
Your body stopped moving and that caused her to be more angry. She was always the strict type of teacher, the ones who doesn’t let small mistakes slip off and you understand why. You wanted so bad to move, but your body was too strained to even follow the dances.
“Stop the music!” and in an instant, the song stopped and all the girl’s eyes darted at your direction.
This isn’t a new scene for you anymore. Ever since you joined this group, you felt different. You feel like you cannot dance and sing anymore. Like as if all those trainings you've done before did you nothing, like it was all put into waste.
The girls gave way to the instructor when she marched towards your direction. They have this worried look painted over their faces. You teared your gaze away from them and looked at the furious instructor. She looked really mad. You can’t blame her. The clock is ticking and the debut date is approaching fast. They need the group ready and you are causing them trouble.
“I’m s-sorry.” you muttered lowly as you try to keep your tears from escaping your gloomy and tired eyes.
Her clenching jaw is visible and she lets a scoff, “How many months are you training with them again, y/n?” her tone roared all over the room. Nobody else talked after her question. None of them tries to interrupt or save you from her wrath.
You stood there, looking afraid and tired. You are feeling sorry for messing up, sincerely sorry for it. It’s just you feel like everything’s moving too fast for you. Suddenly, you doesn’t fit to this anymore. Like you’ve been stripped off from your life and was put into a different timeline accidentally. It was hard to explain.
“T-Three months.” you answered, stuttering.
“3 months and you still mess this small details?! Are you really a trainee?!” she shouted right at you. It made you step back once and your head lowered. You felt your chest tightens as you bit your lower lip to keep it from shaking too much. Your eyes heaten up, tears pooling already.
“I don’t even know why they decided to put you in here! I don’t know why you’re here and honestly, I want you out! You are ruining the group’s image! You are not fit here!” her loud voice hurts your ears but her words stabbed you like knives.
A tear fell from your eye. Ever since you joined this debuting group you cried too often. Too often that sometimes even if you’re hurting, no tears flows anymore. It was just too... overwhelming. Nobody’s there to comfort you. The company is strict on making you interact with other people. Right now, you have nobody.
Then Heeseung pops inside your mind. Your lips shakes even more and tears flows unstoppable. Just thinking about him suffocates you more. You wish he’s here beside you. You wish he was here, because you’re sure he will know the perfect words to say. He will know how to calm you down.
“Crying again, huh?! Is that all you can do?! Is that what you trained to do here? You’re better off on the acting career!” she has no mercy. Well, she’s strict that way. It’s not that she’s heartless, or maybe she really is, but there are times that she’s nice and caring. It’s just that she takes her job seriously. And with all the pressure for the upcoming girl group of the company, she can’t help but to be more strict.
“That’s enough,” after hearing Ms. Kim’s voice, the instructor stopped talking but you can still her heavy breaths.
She told everyone to leave the room to give you and Ms. Kim some privacy. The moment they all left, your knees automatically lose all of its strength and you fell on the floor. There, you cried. You cried so hard.
“I’m disappointed in you, Y/n.” unlike the teacher before, her tone is more calmer. Her words added to the knives already buried over you.
“We picked you to add to this group, but you are not doing your best.” she said that made you slowly raise your head to look at her.
Her heart cracks at the sight of you. Eyes full of tears, cheeks and nose red from all the crying and the life in your eyes were nowhere to be found. She can’t even see any determination from you. It’s like as if you’ve already gave up.
“I’m d-doing my best, Ms. Kim.” you tried to argue for yourself. You are trying your best. Multiple times you stayed later than everyone else just to learn the steps a bit more. Your voice strained countless times from all the vocal trainings you’ve done.
“Well, I can’t see it.” she stepped closer and helped you get back to your feet. Her concerned eyes wonders over your crying face. She cares genuinely for you. Even if she’s strict and sometimes she scold you, you can feel her care for you. That’s why seeing you like this hurts her as well. She wants you to debut with this group because she saw a potential in you.
“Do you want this, Y/n?” she asks, brushing away some of your hair from your face.
You nodded continuously, “Y-Yes.”
She stared at your eyes for a good minute before she nods her head. “Show us that you want this.” and with that she pulled you in for a hug.
That made you bursts into tears again, “I’m s-sorry, Ms. Kim. I w-will try more. I will try to do b-better more.” she cares your back and soon she asks you to go home to get some rest.
You’re like a lifeless person while entering the quiet dorm. Since you’re training with the debuting group, you sleep in their dorms as well. The whole place was dark since nobody’s here. You sighed and plopped yourself down the floor. The deafening silence of the place adds more weight to your down mood.
The aches all over your body made you tear up along with the hurtful things that happened a while ago. Your mind was blank, you don’t know how your eyes still produce tears. Then your phone inside your pocket buzzed for a text message you just received.
With slow and lifeless movement, you reached for it then checked who it was. You sat up and wipe off the tears over your cheeks as the familiar contact name of Heeseung’s Mom flashed through your screen. She left you a text.
Mom (Heeseung’s)
Y/n-ah, how are you? You don’t visit me here anymore. I hope you are eating well. I know training is hard, but you can do it. I believe in you, we all do. Don’t starve and overwork yourself. Anyway, its the last episode tomorrow and its your day off. I’m just wondering if you want to watch it with the family?
Your heart tugged by the sweet message. It made your tears flow even more. Guilt and slight anger towards yourself ignites as it reminds you how many people are supporting you. Somehow, that gesture help you to gain motivation to continue and give your best.
You took a long hot bath after crying a bit more before finally going to bed.
The next morning, the dorm was still quiet when you started getting ready to leave. You figured the rest of the girls are still sleeping in because its your day off. They probably stayed late yesterday.
You quickly left the dorm after leaving some cooked meal for the girls and a note saying that you’re off to Heeseung’s house. They are often used to it already. You leave far and his house is the closest to the company. That’s why whenever its your day off, you go there to spend some time with Hee’s Mom. To somehow ease both of your longing towards him.
“Y/n!” her cheerful voice greets you the moment you entered the house. You flashed a bright smile and return her warm hug.
You fight so hard not to cry when you felt her cares your back. With pursed lips, you blinked multiple times to push the tears back. You don’t want to worry her.
She pulls off the hug and caress your face, “Are you eating well? You lost some weight.” she says worriedly.
“Don’t worry, Mom (Hee’s Mom). I make sure I eat well.”
She pouts her lips and stared at your eyes a bit more just to check if you’re really telling the truth. Thankfully, she didn’t notice how your eyes are all puffy with all the crying last night. Guess icing your eyes really works.
She served you good lunch and both of you spent the whole afternoon catching up. The last episode will be stream live later so you still have time. Despite the smiles over her face, you can see through her eyes that she’s worried.
You reached for her hand and caress it.
“He will make it, Mom (Hee’s Mom).” you assured her.
Her eyes teared up now that you noticed it. She’s been holding back these tears because she doesn’t want you to be sad and worried as well. Heeseung has been through a lot these past months inside that survival show. But you know he will debut. He’s strong and very talented. A lot of people supports and loves him.
The two of you are hand in hand while the last episode started. Both in tears whenever Heeseung showed up on the screen.
“Lee Heeseung.”
The two of you screamed and jumped while hugging each other when his name was called. You cried with tears of joy then glanced back at the television. He was now hugging the other debuting members and you can see how relieved he is. He stared through the screen and it made your heart thumped faster.
“You made it, love.” you mumbled under your breath, the cries of joy of his Mom as your background.
The joy you are feeling for your boyfriend are too much, but a tiny bitter feeling aches inside of you. At the back of your mind you know things will change. You have no idea how or what kind of change, but you are certain about it. Then your heart aches after remembering what happened to you yesterday.
You can’t help but to be scared. Heeseung’s a step closer to his dreams, while you seem to have taken a step back.
“Baby!” he jogs towards you and didn’t waste any time to cage you into a tight hug. His face nuzzle over your neck, inhaling your familiar scent that he surely missed so much.
He closed his eyes and tighten his hug even more. He can’t help but to feel too overwhelmed. He didn’t realize how much he missed you until he sees you standing outside their practice room, waiting patiently for their break time.
You pull off from the hug chuckling then cupped his face. He stared lovingly at you and it made your heart beat fast.
“I missed you.” he says and his eyes trailed down to your lips.
You smirked, “I missed you more, ace of Enhypen.”
His cheeks turned red and it didn’t slip from your eyes making you laugh. Did you just made the Lee Heeseung blush? He groaned and placed a quick kiss at your neck before nuzzling once again.
“I’m so proud of you.” you mumbled and Heeseung’s felt so contented that very moment.
He’s just starting to achieve his dreams, but he knows as long as he have you he can do it. He don’t know what he will do if he lose you.
He pulls away again and this time cupped your face, “I love you. Thank you for supporting me.” he says sincerely then slowly leaned in to give you a kiss on your lips.
Your heart tugged and blushed so hard. The feeling was overwhelming for you. Having him hugging you like this sends comfort to you. It somehow makes you forgot about your troubles. It made you forget about it even just for a while.
“I love you, Hee.”
He smiled satisfied. “I heard you’re training with (band name)?”
Just the mention of the band’s name almost made you lose your smile, good thing you managed to hold it. The excitement through his eyes tells you that he have no idea how awful your situation was.
You gave a short nod, his smile even grew wider if possible before he leaned and placed a kiss over your forehead following it with encouraging words of, “You can do it, love. We’ll debut together.”
After that catching up moment with him, he started to become busy. You understand and already saw this coming. The only time you can talk to him is when you see each other at the company, which is not that often, and when he’s not that tired after training. Sometimes, he still try to talk to you despite the long day but you force him to get some rest instead. At times like this, rest is his top priority.
Months pass by and their debut finally came. It was very succesful and you are very happy for him. He deserve it.
While things go smoothly with Heeseung, yours become very hard. Its like you just go to trainings just to get scolded and you go to the dorms to overthink. You are restless, both physically and mentally. Right now, you don’t even know if you can make it. You are trying your best, but you just don’t know where you lack.
“Did you watch our stages?” you can almost vision his big smiles through the phone call.
You wiped off your tears and tried not to be too obvious. Heeseung called while you’re breaking down inside the dorms. He finally had the free time and didn’t want to let the opportunity to talk to his girlfriend pass. He misses you so much and he feels like even if you two texts and calls often, it wasn’t enough. He can feel that a lot of things are going on with you, but you only say a few things to him.
“Y-Yes, baby.” you answered.
You bit your lower lip to stop it from shaking.
“Hey, are you okay?” his worried tone snapped you back to reality.
‘Shit’ you cursed inside your head before inhaling and calming yourself down.
“Of course. My throat is just a little itchy that’s why my voice is strained and I have a cold.” you lied.
You heard him sighed, “Love, I told you to take extra care on yourself right?” his tone sounded so sweet and caring that you felt a lump over your throat. A lot of words that wanted to come out, but you chose not to say them. Right now, he has a lot on his hands and you don’t want to add on them.
“I w-will. Thank you, baby. Please take care too.”
He drawns in a sigh, “Surely. I’ll see you when we have free time.”
Both of you bid goodbye before he finally end the call. You cried more that night and the next day, you are back on training.
Time flies so fast. Months passed by already and Heeseung’s group is already making a name on the kpop world. It was crazy. You are happy for him, but you’re so sad for yourself.
Tonight, a day in september, you are called in over to the office hall. The same room where they called you in to announce that you will debut with that group.
“Y/n.” Ms. Kim calls.
Her and her team that was formed for the group were the ones in here. Probably having a meeting for the new group since their debut is coming so fast. The whole stuff are all planned already.
“Yes, Miss?” you are very nervous, but a little hopeful.
You knew you did your best for the past months. You worked hard to earn the position. Even after getting sick, you still try to attend practices and trainings.
“Listen,” she says and gradually glanced away before reaching over your hand to caress it softly.
Your heart sanks at that. Somehow you already know what’s there to come. Slowly, you can feel your chest tightens and your brain being clouded by a lot of thoughts. You couldn’t response at her at all, but you kept your eyes at her.
“You did so well holding up until now. I know you went through a lot and I am proud you made it this far.” she started and you can see through her eyes that she feels so bad to announce to you the news.
“I’m very sorry honey, but I’m afraid you can’t debut with the group.” her words echoes through your mind like a broken radio. You already expected it but to hear it from her just hits different. It was like being hit by a truck and then get run over by another vehicle. It was dreadful and you can feel your whole body almost giving up. If it weren’t for her hug that she suddenly gave you.
“You did so well, Y/n. Totally.”
When she pulled away, you gave her a soft small smile. Of course it was unsincere so you clearly see the worry over her eyes. You bowed slowly.
“T-Thank you for t-taking good c-care of me.” and it almost made her cry.
You didn’t cried at all while saying good-bye to the staff you used to work with. They are a bit teary tho, and they have a small hint of pity over them.
You head straight to the dorms to pack some of your stuff. It was vacant because the girls are back at the company for their practice. You are silent and still didn’t shed any tear yet. You are feeling awful, but seems like your eyes are tired of shedding any tears.
The silence were broken by a faint chime of from your phone, a text message was sent. Your head craned at your side to look at it. The familiar nickname of your boyfriend can be seen, he sent you loads of messages. Looks like the news made it to him as well. As far as you know, he’s busy now preparing for another comeback.
Your eyes were just staring at the phone until its screen turns off. Seconds later, it opened again and this time you are receiving a call from Heeseung.
“Hello?” you tried saying.
From the other line, you can hear him gasping for air, like as if he ran a marathon or something.
“Baby,” he started. “where are you? Are you at the dorms? I’m outside of your building. I want to see you.”
You almost stumble on your own feet while hurrying to go down and meet the only person that can give you comfort. Once you made it on the groundfloor and straight out of the building, there you saw him standing by the side. He’s wearing a black hoody, sweats, a cap and a mask. Since this building is exclusive, its pretty safe for the two of you to meet here.
You slowly walked towards him and he meet you half way. He took off his mask and once you’re out of his reach, he quickly caged you into a tight embrace.
There. That was what you’re waiting for. The hug was like the one that pulled the trigger for you to release everything you are keeping to yourself. Tears flows nonstop, cries whales that broke Heeseung’s heart. He shut his eyes, getting teary as well as he placed a kiss at the top of your head while trying to comfort you.
“It’s okay, baby. Just let it all out. I’m here.” he mumbles and caress your back while you continue to cry.
Heeseung can’t explain how this scene made him feel. You are crying so bad and this is the very first time he saw you like this. He didn’t like it in one bit.
“It h-hurts so bad, Hee.” you says drawing in a much bigger breath because you can feel your lungs pressing uncomfortably due to crying so hard.
Heeseung cups your face, “I know baby. I know.” he cares it using his thumbs and stared at your eyes lovingly, his eyes expresses how he mourn with you.
“I love you so much, baby. I’m just here for you.” and pulls you in another big hug.
“D-Don’t you have practice?”
He quickly shuts off the topic about him, “Don’t worry about it, I can just stay a bit more. You’re more important right now.”
You want so bad to make him go back to his practice but you know you also need him here by your side. For once, you chose to be selfish and make him stay with you.
You nuzzle over his chest, tears still streaming. “I love you so much, Heeseung. Thank you for being here with me right now.” and he didn’t say a single word. Just a kiss at the top of your head as he cages you inside his warm embraces hoping it somehow ease the pain.
A lot changed right after you got removed from the debut line up. You lost your will to be a trainee or even attend any lessons. The effect it left was undeniably impactful. The people close with you felt so bad and doesn’t really know how to help you cheer up.
Heeseung too. Juggling both his career and his relationship with you was not easy at all for the rookie ace. Giving up any of it didn’t became an option tho. No matter how hard it is, he always made sure he will still have time for you. He understands what you’re going through. It was hurting and breaking him to see you like this. The fact that he felt like you are slipping off was so much painful.
“Hi, love.” your lifeless eyes darted at Heeseung when he enters your dorm. He was wearing this big smile while holding some take-outs.
After placing it on the table, he walks closer and quickly pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes can’t help but to notice his newly bleached hair. You don’t know what exactly to feel about it. You should be happy for your boyfriend, since his group is slowly becoming known to the whole world. He’s obviously doing very well. As expected from the Lee Heeseung.
He pulls out from the hug and tilts his head to catch your eyes. You flash him a small smile, quickly pushing away the negative look on your eyes after meeting his.
“How are you today?” he asks, curiously.
‘Terrible.’ you wanted to answer, but stopped yourself from doing so. He may seem like he’s full of energy and all, but you are aware that he’s very tired. Amused at how he can still be here despite the busy schedule, you can’t help but to scan him with your eyes. Heeseung noticed your tired eyes and opens his mouth. He’s about to ask you, but somehow he already knows what you’ll say. He figured you still don’t want to talk about it yet.
“I’m doing fine. How about you?” you tried to sound as much cheerful as you want to, but you’re sure you failed.
“Good. Just a little tired.” his eyes settled at you, looking so affectionate.
His hands snakes over your waist and you felt your heart beat fast. Heeseung never changed, if there’s something that change maybe it was that he became even more sweet and honestly its making you feel guilty. Even if he don’t say it, you know you’ve been neglecting him.
You ran your hands from his arms towards his biceps over to his shoulder before locking your hands behind his nape, pulling your bodies closer to each other. You stared at him as a playful smirk plays over his pretty lips, his eyes softens even more with your initiation of skinship. He missed this.
“I’m so proud of you.” you whispered sincerely making his eyes be filled with so much love.
His hand squeezed your waist a bit before one raised to cup your face, “I’m very proud of you as well, love.” and he leaned in to seal it with a loving kiss at your lips.
Your eyes shuts as the bitter feeling slowly creep towards your chest, poisoning your mind with guilt for a lot of things. Those words he told you, even if he’s sincere about it you are the one who can’t accept any of it. It was painful rather than comforting. You wanted so bad to take it in, convince yourself that you are worthy of it, but always ends up resenting yourself even more.
You two spent the night together. He was so happy being with you and you tried to enjoy the moment as well. The problem was clearly not him, it was you. You are punishing yourself.
Days, weeks continued the same. You are lifeless and with no will already. It was evident with the people you train with. Sometimes you hear them talk.
“Isn’t she suppose to debut with (band name)? What happened?” one whispers while you pretend to continue filling your glass with water.
“I heard that she was not good enough and that she’s ruining the group’s image so they took her out.”
The words stung, but the memories that comes after was the one that broke you. With no words, you exits the room and went straight to a bathroom stall to once again cry, hoping it will somehow take some of this awful feelings away. But no. They don’t go away, they even get worst. You know you need to get away, you need to do something.
“Y/n,” the admin assigned for the trainee looked at you with worry.
You tried flash her a smile. “Please let me do this. I...” your words got stuck over your throat as you stall with your sentence. “..don’t think I can continue anymore. I’m very sorry.”
You lower your head, afraid to see more disappointed look from people. Silence ate the two of you and nobody dares to talk for a while before you felt her pulling you into a hug. It made you tear up, but you pursed your lips to keep those unwanted cries to come out.
“I’m sorry too, darling.” she mumbled and then pats your back before pulling away.
“Okay, you can go. But remember that if ever your mind changes, you are welcome to come back.”
You gave her a nod, but the idea of coming back to this place was not even playing through your mind. You bid good bye to some of the trainees you’re close with before heading towards your dorms to go pack your things. While doing it, your mind always get clouded by the thought of forgotting something.
It's been a week ever since you last saw Heeseung and you are avoiding him as well because you wanted to think throughly of this situation. Your phone was off too the whole day. Your heart aches just by thinking of him. You love Heeseung, you love him so much but right now you don’t know if you can love him well when you’re this broken. He doesn’t deserve to be neglected and so you planned to end what’s between you and him tonight too.
Your hand balled into a fist before you fished your phone and switched it open. The moment it was turned on, your chect tightens at the sight of Heeseung and you as your wallpaper. Both of you looked so happy, these was back to the days that its not yet so tough.
You jolted when the phone started to vibrate and his name flash on your screen. A tear left your eye and your chest tightens. You can feel the pain was eating your whole system.
You threw your head back and shut your eyes for a while before trying to calm youself down. You don’t want to, but you know you have to face him sooner or later.
“H-Hello?”
“Baby! I couldn’t get a hold of you the whole day, I was worried sick. What happened?” you bit your lower lip as your heart swells in an uncomfortable way.
“N-Nothing. I’m sorry to worry you.” and for what will follow afterwards.
“Can you go down? I’m outside your dorm.” he still sounded so worried and after hearing what he said, your head cranes towards the windows. You’re too afraid to approach it and check if he was telling the truth. You don’t know if you’re ready to see him there, waiting for you like always.
Even if he’s not telling you, you are completely aware that deep down he wants to demand from you. Attention, time and affection. He wants all of it from you like before, but he’s just too nice to bother you with it. He knew you are going through something so he will just understand. He loves you too much that your presence is enough for him.
After heaving a sigh, trying to gather your thoughts so you’ll be ready to say it to him properly. You know it won’t make anything better. No matter how perfect you manage to say your thoughts towards him, you know it will hurt him big time.
Just thinking of him waiting outside hurts already, but seeing him right now was even painful. He cranes his head at your direction after hearing faint steps. His brows was a little furrowed out of worry and met you half way. His hands reached out for you to pull you closer to his touch, feeling impatient to cage you into an embrace. It felt warm, comforting like usual but it sends you guilt as well. You can’t keep up with this. You don’t want to keep feeling this way.
“I was so worried for you.” he muttered and soon pulls away so he can look at your face.
Heeseung was taken aback to see your bloodshot eyes. It was very obvious you cried and when he was about to ask you what’s going on, his mouth hang open. For the first time after the night he first saw you, he manages to see how broken you are. Your eyes looks so drained and tired, like as if hiding them was not enough already as well.
“Baby..” he calls softly.
You pursed your lips as it starts to shake, tears pools your eyes. “Let’s break up, Heeseung.”
Your words didn’t process right away. He stiffens as he stares at you blankly, doesn’t want to believe what he just heard from you.
“W-What?” he draws in a strained sigh, chest tightening. “What did you say?” his tone hesitant but he wants to hear it again. He’s hoping he heard it wrong, that you are just pranking him. That all of these are just a joke.
You swallowed, feeling a lump getting in between your throat. The pain was undescribable, it was uncomfy to bear and definitely much more worst than what you felt after getting kicked out from the group. It was crazy how that feeling was beaten. You don’t know such emotions exists.
“L-Let’s end this, Heeseung. I can’t keep going on like this.” you finished your line, the words practiced moments before were all thrown outside the window.
“N-No,” He blinks, eyes starting to water. His hold from you losen and his hands fell over his sides as he stare at you hopelessly. His adam's apple bobbed continuously, trying to swallow whatever that feeling that was in between his throat.
“You are just joking, right?” he tries to push back those tears back because there’s no way he’s losing you. Not right now.
“No, y/n. We can’t. Please, I love you. I’m trying hard, right? I’m doing my best to keep you, why..” his words trailed as he saw how you look dead tired and serious. He realized you are true to your words. That this isn’t just some prank. “...are you doing this? How can you give this up like this? How can you do that when I’m trying hard to fight?” he couldn’t help but to feel so betrayed right now. It was a bitter feeling he never imagined to feel from you.
You lowered your head, tears started to flow nonstop. “I’m s-so sorry,” were the only words you can tell him right now.
He stared at you, shoulders hanging low. A tear left his eyes. He wants to pull you closer to comfort you but he himself was hurting too much right now.
“I’m so tired. I can’t keep on disappointing people—”
“You aren't! Did I ever made you feel like that?! I try so hard not to upset or offend you, because I know how hard that must’ve been feel! I try to give you attention, give you love hoping it will somehow manage to ease the pain! I love you, y/n... so much! I’m always here for you and I will—”
“That’s the point, Hee!” you cut him off lifting your head to look at him straight in his eyes. Letting him see how miserable and broken you really are.
He pursed his lips, jaw clenching while looking at you silently.
“You are doing so well. Being an idol and being my boyfriend! I am very happy for you and very thankful that despite of my shortcomings you made me feel loved. You always make me feel worthy even if I’m such a disappointment.” he took a step closer and was about to talk, but you interrupted him.
“I tried to cover it all up. I tried to convince myself that its just a moment, a phase of my life and it will soon fade away if I tried to focus on the brighter things in my life. But no! Who am I fooling? The guilt is eating me up! The disappointment I was trying to bury behind my back was poisining me all the way in. It was killing me! It was silently ruining me and I can’t keep living with it because I'm so tired. I’m tired hearing things from other people how I’m not deserving of this...” your eyes slowly softens but soon replaced by bitterness as you stared at him, “... how I’m not deserving of you.”
Heeseung shakes his head, disagreeing. He wants to hold you but you stepped back, hurting him.
“I know you don’t think that way, but the problem here is not you. This is beyond your control, Heeseung. It was all on me. These are issues only I can fix. I’m so sorry, but I n-need to end what we have.”
Heeseung was looking at you silently, still couldn’t get over by the fact that you stepped away from his hold, from him. It was a scene not easy to forget.
“I will go back home to our province. I will stop training as well.”
This time Heeseung furrowed his brows hardly. Your eyes glanced away from him, can’t handle the way he stares at you this time.
“What...” he’s actually surprised at what more there is that you’ll reveal. He doesn’t know if he wants to be here to hear all of it, because it gets even worst.
He sighed heavily, calming himself before he face palms and lets out a big heavy sigh again.
“I can try so hard to understand you giving up us,” he starts that made you look at him. “..but you giving up your dreams? That I can’t understand.” he clenches his jaw, finally looking at you in disbelief.
You stayed silent. Letting him say those words at you. Letting you hear it and absorb it all just to match the pain that were already leaving inside of you.
“I will never understand and accept you giving up the dreams you’ve built with me. I was there when you dreamed of it and I know I wasn’t the only one who believed you can.” he steps closer that caught you off-guard so you didn’t have the chance to back away.
Heeseung grabs your hand and gave you a bouquet of your favorite flowers. Your heart cracks and sank seeing it, but after he said the following words, your whole heart crumbs.
“Here,” he says. “Happy Anniversary.” his voice was filled with nothing but pain and bitterness before he turned around then started walking away from you.
Your eyes settled at the pretty flowers as tears flows nonstop once again, bluring your vision. When you finally gather yourself and ready to call him out, he was all gone. Lee Heeseung, the man that you love left with a broken heart. The night felt colder and the painful memory carved something inside your heart. A permanent scar.
“Waah, Lee Heeseung really did make it.” your head shifts to your side and saw how the staffs around you watch him over the monitor with adoration through their eyes. A small smile made it to your face before you looked back to watch him once again.
“I’m so proud of you.” you mumbled to yourself and felt the corner of your eyes slowly burning just by getting reminded of how perfect he was for you.
You snapped back to reality when you heard your instructor clapping their hands. “Chop chop ladies! We need to finish the choreo because your debut is near.”
Without wasting any time, you stood up and went to your position. Your mind was filled with nothing but memories of Lee Heeseung. The happy and sad flashbacks through your mind as you dance to your debut song.
Yes, you went back on training after a couple of months. The company called you, announcing that they want you to be part of a debuting group. This time, you secured your spot and was already introduced as one of the members. The feedback was crazy and you couldn’t imagine that you are currently in this situation when it was hell a few months back.
It’s been seven months ever since that night. You haven’t called or texted him. He didn’t try to reach out as well. You can’t blame him tho. If that night was painful for you, I’m sure it was dreadful for him. You can see him doing well with his group. He’s already making a name and you’re not even surprised.
Whenever you watch him through the screen, your heart aches for two reason. One, because you’re very happy that he’s achieving all his goald. Two, because you miss him so much. You missed how good he was. You missed loving and caring he is towards you. You missed his goofiness, his sweet chuckles, his sweet smiles. You missed his expressive eyes that stares at you lovingly. You missed his tan skin, his warm hugs and sweet kisses. You missed everything about him, you missed Lee Heeseung.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to call him?” his manager looks at you with hopeful eyes, one day.
You approached him and ask if you can have Heeseung’s number. He was surprised to hear from you after a long time, but he was also excited. He knew that what happened between you and Heeseung affected the young ace. He may not show it, but something changed.
“No need, manager. I will just text him. I’m sure he’s busy with the preparation for their tour.” you gave him a short bow before waving him good-bye.
Your eyes dropped at the piece of paper he handed you. It’s Heeseung’s number. Their world tour will start next week and you will attend the opening day. You planned to ask him to meet you right after, if he’s willing to. Just by thinking about it, you can already feel your knees weakening. But you know you have to do this. You know you still love him so much and nothing changed with it. His feelings may already did, but you still want to try.
“Bye, Y/n! Goodluck! See you at the dorms.” one of your member waved and showed you a fighting gesture before they started walking off.
With both hands holding a paper bag, you tried to calm yourself down while waiting for Lee Heeseung to show up. You’ve texted him a couple of times already, but you received no replies to any of them. Tonight was day 1 of their Manifesto world tour. It was amazing, Lee Heeseung was amazing. You texted him that you’ll wait for him right here after their concert.
Your eyes grew a bit big as you waved nervously at the familiar person walking towards you.
“I’m happy you make time to meet me! How’s the first day of concert?” your smile was wide while you hold the gift you prepared for him. He walked closer, but not too close. He looked at you silently, roaming his eyes around your face.
Your heart aches at the sight of an unfamiliar eyes. He changed a lot, that’s for sure.
“It was fine.” he answered shortly. You pursed your lips, wanted not to spoil the mood.
“Congratulations to your tour!” tone a bit stretched out now. He nodded his head and his eyes trailed down to the gift you are holding.
“What are you really doing here, y/n?” he finally asked. you gulped and your hold to the paper bag tightens as you looked at him.
“I m-missed you.”
The silence that followed your words was deafening. He stared at you with blank eyes and then you saw how his jaw clenched. He draws in a sigh, calming himself.
“Look Y/n,” he starts. “I’m glad that you’re back on achieving your dreams, I really am. But that doesn’t mean we can go back to how we were before as well.” his tone was stern and cold that it pierced straight to your chest.
“Hee—”
“A lot already changed, Y/n. You broke me so bad that night that it took me a while to actually recover. I loved you, I was ready to fight for you no matter what, but you gave up. You gave us up.” your head hang low at his words.
“You will always have a place in my heart, Y/n. But I’m sorry, I don’t think I love you that way anymore.”
You raised your head and stared at his eyes. Your heart sank when you saw how he looked a bit hurt just by thinking about what happened in the past. You mentally cursed yourself for thinking of getting back with him. You shouldn’t even thought of talking to him.
You tried hard to flash him a smile as a tear fell from your eye. “I’m s-sorry, Heeseung.” you said and you saw how he teared his gaze away from you.
You licked your lips and sighed heavily, “I just want to say I’m very proud of you and that I love you.” and you stepped closer to place your gift not to far from him.
“I hope you’ll accept this. Its just supplements and vitamins to keep you healthy for the tour. Goodluck.” and you turned your heels to start walking away.
Your tears streamed continuously as you ride the car on your way back. The whole night, you cried yourself to sleep then the next day, you tried to busy yourself with trainings. Your members didn’t asked about it. After that day, you swore to yourself that you’ll focus on yourself and career. You will leave him alone because he's already doing good without you.
His tour started and you are happy to see him enjoying it so well.
On the other hand, your debut was a success. Fans loved you and it was the best feeling ever. Somehow it diverts your attention away from Heeseung. As his tour continuous, your promotion went on as well.
You are starting to get known around the country that you’ve been invited at some variety shows. Some fans even started shipping you with one of the artist from the same agency, Beomgyu from TXT. The two of you just laughs it off knowing that it won’t ever happen because he's good friends with your ex. He do loves to tease the fans, tho.
Months pass by and your group was given a chance to do a big show at Seoul. You are very overwhelmed and very happy. These are the moments you’d realized how worthy all the pain and hardships you went through. You lost some, but also gain a lot along the way.
“Again, this is (Band name)! Thank you so much!” and you all bowed altogether before exiting the stage happily, waving at the fans endlessly.
Behind the stage, you cheered together with them and took some photos to post at your social medias. On your way to the dressing room, your eyes looked at your phone when your phone buzzed for a text. It was Beomgyu. You two were hanging out around too much, lately.
“Y/n, I forgot to mention.” your manager starts. “Beomgyu is right by the parking lot behind. He’s waiting for you.”
You nodded and grabbed a jacket so you can go to him. Some of the members teased you that you just ignored before you went there to meet him. He was smiling widely when he saw you, opening his arms to ask for a hug. You laughed and quickly gave him an embrace.
“You did so well, Miss!” he said and smiled proudly.
You pursed your lips and thanked him. “I have a gift for you.” and he pulls off the hug excited and go behind the car.
“What? You don’t really have to—” your lips pouted when you saw a big bouquet of flowers. It was so pretty.
“Thank you, Beomgyu.” you said sincerely as you stare at it, mind starting to flow somewhere else. The scene kind of remind you of something, your heart can’t help but to ache.
“Read the card!” he snaps you back to reality and you chuckled then opens it.
‘Look behind you.’ your brows furrowed at the message, but slowly turned your head.
Your eyes grew big at the sight of Lee Heeseung walking closer. He’s wearing a hoodie, but you are so sure that it was him. Right, today was the day they came back from their tour. You didn’t even realized it. You can’t utter a single word while looking at him. When he stood right in front of you, that's when it finally sink in. He’s here. He’s in front of you. Lee Heeseung is here.
“Hi.” he greeted and smiled a little.
“H-Hello,” you stuttered.
Beomgyu laughs behind you and walks closer. He pats Heeseung’s shoulder before exiting himself.
“W-What...?” you can’t make up a sentence because you’re in a complete shock.
He cleared his throat, his adams apple moved out of nervous. He licked his lips and stared straight through your eyes.
“What are you doing here, Heeseung?” you finally managed to ask, confused and heart racing so fast at the same time.
He sighed, “I missed you too, Y/n. I missed you so much.”
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could you write something for robin x reader where robin thinks that reader is straight because she seen her kissing eddie at a party but reader is actually bisexual and interested in robin. the kissing eddie part is just for angst lol
I loveeeeee Robin
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I hope this is what you were looking for <3
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Robin always struggled with reading girls. She couldn't separate friendliness from flirting. She couldn't tell if a girl was straight or gay. And that burned Robin a lot in the past. Always falling for the girls that are straight and never interested. Sadly, Robin was used to always being rejected.
With her latest crush, she ran into the same problem. Y/N was the sweetest girl Robin has ever met. Her voice was velvety and soft. Her smile was always bright and inviting. She was gorgeous, smart, and talented. It was easy for Robin to get sucked into her. But Robin could not tell if Y/N was just wanting to be friends or maybe something more.
Y/N was always quick to compliment Robin and it made her head spin. A new shirt? Y/N noticed. Did Robin cut her hair? Y/N noticed. Robin couldn't tell if she was just that great of a friend or if maybe Y/N liked her the way Robin did.
Chrissy was throwing a party, and the whole school was invited. Robin dragged Steve along because her anxiety could not handle a house full of people that wouldn't know who she even was. She didn't even plan to go until she heard Y/N talking about how she was going.
So now Robin stood in the corner, eating at her lips as she searched the party for the familiar face. And she found that face smashed against Eddie Munson's in a heated kiss.
Robin shouldn't have been surprised that she stroke out again, but she really wanted Y/N to be into her. Her stomach turned watching as her hands dove into Eddie's hair and his hands landed on Y/N's ass. The two were going at it like no one else was in the room. With a sad sigh, she asked Steve to take her home.
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Robin avoided seeing Y/N all weekend but knew there was no escaping her at school. Robin convinced herself to just get over it and move on.
But once she caught sight of Y/N, it all went out the window. She felt like someone was twisting her stomach in knots.
"Hey Rob, I didn't see you at the party and you haven't answered my calls. Are you okay?" Y/N asked worriedly as she checked Robin over. Robin tried to ignore how red her face was burning up. Coughing as she backed up. She prayed her freckles covered the blush across her cheeks.
"Yeah, I got there then I felt sick so I went home and slept the whole weekend." Robin lied, hoping her lie sounded convincing. The concern is Y/N's eyes grew.
"I could have come over and helped you," Y/N said, reaching forward to feel Robin's forehead.
"It's fine. How was the party?" Robin asked, she already knew Y/N had a great time.
"It was alright, nothing really happened." Y/N shrugged
Robin's mouth moved faster than her brain.
"What about making out with Eddie?" Robin asked, immediately freezing when the question went past her lips. She was an idiot.
"How did you know about that?" Y/N asked curiously
Robin's mind blanked, blinking rapidly as she searched every part of her brain for a response.
"Gossip" Robin blurted out, swallowing hard as Y/N looked her over. With a slight nod, Y/N accepted the answer.
"I was drunk, he was drunk, and that was it." Y/N shrugged like it was no big deal.
Truthfully it was not a big deal. They were both single and welcome to kiss each other, but it killed Robin on the inside.
She thought of Y/N's lips all the damn time. Imagined countless times how soft her lips would feel. And it stung that Eddie got to find out.
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Over the next few days, Robin tried her best to seem fine. Trying to hang out with her best friend like nothing changed between them. But the rejection was too fresh and it showed in Robin's eyes every time she looked at Y/N's lips.
It also caused Robin to snap at Eddie more than ever. She couldn't handle being in the same room with him, she just wanted to punch him, bust his lip open and watch it bleed.
Eddie picked up on the glares Robin constantly sent in his direction. He called her out and Robin surrendered. Telling Eddie all about her feelings for Y/N, and how badly it hurt to see him kiss her.
Eddie felt sorry for the girl. Seeing your crush on someone else was never a good feeling and it took forever to move on from it. And Eddie did not want to stand in her way. He made sure to clear Robin's worry of Eddie liking her. Agreeing with Y/N that it was a one-time drunk moment.
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But Robin knew the same thing would happen over and over. Y/N won't be single forever, one day she will meet someone. Robin could sit and wait for that day, and suffer before it even happens with the what-ifs. Or admit her feelings...Robin chose to suffer.
The one thing Robin never did was tell her best friend she was gay, and she felt like it was time to admit that to her. Maybe it would ease her mind and help her move on. She wasn't sure how it would help her move on, but she already lied to herself that it would.
And that was when she found out her own best friend liked girls too.
"It's okay, Rob. I like girls too, and I wouldn't love you any different."
But Robin was stuck on the fact that her crush admitted she also liked girls. Robin had an opening, all she had to do was take it....she didn't.
Y/N did though, shyly scooting closer to Robin as she nudged her knee against Robin.
"Any girls in your mind?" Y/N asked, a shy smile on her face. Robin could sometimes be clueless, and Y/N had a feeling she would look way over Y/N's head.
"For a second then I get distracted by something else." Robin shrugged, her answer was painfully honest.
Y/N felt herself laughing at the girl, Robin was too cute for her own good.
"Well I have a girl in my mind and she stays there the whole time, and I never get distracted from her," Y/N said
Robin tried to sound supportive but was never good at hiding her annoyance.
"Who's the lucky girl?" Robin sassed out, crossing her arms over her chest.
"She's you." Y/N smiled, reaching down to squeeze Robin's knee.
"Um huh?" Robin asked, she turned to look at Y/N, confusion clear in her eyes.
Y/N rolled her eyes, smirking as she leaned in.
"This okay?" She whispered against Robin's lips.
Feeling Y/N's breath hit her lips had her in a trance, Robin's body froze and she licked her dry lips.
"Yes," She choked out, her voice cracking as Y/N leaned closer and closer.
Y/N smiled at the answer, pressing her lips against Robin's in a soft but passionate kiss.
Eddie Munson had nothing on Robin now.
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so there's a piece of writing ive been working on and I don't know if its good enough for a full series or not, so I'll put it here and let you guys decide on what you think!
REQUESTS ARE OPEN. Feel free to send me an ask and I’ll write it for you! Remeber to check the rules first.
⋆୨♡୧⋆Bakugo Katsuki x Reader⋆୨♡୧⋆
The most notorious circus and entertainment show in all of Japan. Known for their overly-wild and downright dangerous performances. What makes them so special, though, is that all of the members who perform.. are quirkless. Proving that even without a quirk, that they are talented individuals with power, a very inspiring motive I'd say.
A good amount of people, though, crave one thing at this circus. The main lady. She is the bravest of them all, pulling some of the most dangerous stunts out there, such fire and passion in her work.Katsuki shouldn't have come to this stupid show. I mean, what's so special about a little measly tricks here n' there? Near the end of the performance, he was a bit surprised by some of the dangerous stunts that went on, but still a little grumpy.
They were now in the large fairgrounds area, a few blocks away from the main attraction of the fair, "The Quirkless". The large tent was peeking above all the visible rides and attractions, it was a very large tent.
"I still don't fucking get why you felt the need to bring me here." His voice was gruff and harsh, and it's not hard to tell who it comes from.
Katsuki Bakugou was now in his mid 20s, and was clearly starting to tone down a bit from his hot-headed teen years. It was still there, though. It would be there for the rest of his life, but not as bad as it used to be.
"Dude, we just thought you could use a break. You're way higher in the rankings then us, so your work is totally more packed than ours. It wouldn't hurt if you took a breather." Eijiro was right, he DID work a lot compared to what he was used to these past few months. Crimes and accidents were at a pretty drastic high, but.. a circus? There were many things his friends knew he had an interest in, and the circus was certainly not one of them. In fact, he had never been to a circus before.
Rather enticing music made Katsuki snap out of whatever daze he was in, and he and his 2 friends quickly started to see the gold glowing letters at the top on the circus tent entrance. Plenty of yelling and shouting could be heard from the inside.
"Yeah man, don't worry though." Denki was the one talking this time. "This circus is like.. the best in the country, no, the whole world! Especially the main lad-" He was cut off quickly.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. I don't really care, if it can take my mind off work for a few hours then I guess it'd be worth it... say. Is alcohol allowed here?"
"I mean it's a young adults and adult only show, so I wouldn't be surprised if I saw booze in here." Denki proclaimed. "I even got my own!"
"Try not to wave it around, Denki. We just got here, do you wanna risk being kicked out?" At Least Eijiro was a bit smarter than Denki. "Oh... right. Anyways, I'll need A LOT of booze when I see the main lady!" Katsuki's ears perked up a bit at that.
"Oh? Who the hell's that supposed to be?"
Ejiro spoke before Denki was able to get the words out of his mouth, who knows what he would say.
"The main lady is what a lot of people look forward to when coming here. She's the one who does alot of solo dangerous performances. Of course there are more, but, let's just say she's.. very passionate and.. attractive."
Katsuki immediately felt his eyes roll, they were so hyped up over this show.. for a woman?
"That sounds stupid."
"It's really not! I think the motive of this show is very inspiring, I have been here before, it's so cool!" Eijiro nodded along at Denki's words. "Trust us."
Katsuki had no choice but to follow along. Not that he'd admit it, but a bunch of quirkless people putting together dangerous acts was a rather brave move. He was actually quite interested.
When they walked inside, Katsuki seemed rather surprised at how big the tent actually was. This was only the entryway before they got to the seating areas. Thousands of people were scattered around the large tent, with more to come since Eijiro begged to be at least a little bit early for good seating.
...
The show was going to begin soon. By now, Katsuki and his friends had sat in their seats, and had gotten their selected beverages and food.
"God... when is the show gonna start?? This is really starting to piss me off-"
"LADIES AND GENTLEMAN! WELCOME TO OUR SHOW. WE ASK ALL AUDIENCE TO KEEP A SAFE DISTANCE AWAY FROM STAGE TO PREVENT ANY ACCIDENTS. NOW, WE PRESENT TO YOU, THE MOST NOTORIOUS ENTERTAINMENT GROUP OF THE COUNTRY.. THE QUIRKLESS!"
#bakugo x reader#bakugou smut#bakugou x reader#bnha#mha#mha smut#bnha smut#mha x reader#katsuki bakugou#bakugo smut#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n#katsuki smut#katsuki x reader
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𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬~𝐀 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐭 𝟕
summary: Barça players and talented footballers. Souls meet and sparks fly. But there's always a twist when it comes to love isn't there?
pairing: Ferran Torres x Gonzalez!Reader
warnings: cursing, slight age gap, angst
previous part -> next part
"you're not afraid of dogs are you?" Ferran told y/n as soon as they stepped into the apartment. His dog ran to him, jumping on him when he appeared.
y/n smiled and shook her head, leaning down to pet the cute dog.
"her name is Roma" he said, taking off his shoes.
Roma started sniffing y/n, making her freeze in her place. When the dog was done, she jumped on y/n, nuzzling her nose into y/n's shirt.
y/n giggles at the dog's movements, scratching her head with one hand and steadying herself with the other
Ferran watched with a smile on his face how y/n was getting on well with his dog, who doesn't really like many people he has shown to her.
"she likes you" Ferran said, helping y/n stand up. y/n smiled and looked down at the brown dog that was looking up at her.
"I'm glad she does. I like her too" she said, making Ferran chuckle.
"i hope you haven't had dinner yet cause I maked some really good pasta" Ferran started walking to his kitchen, while y/n and Roma followed him behind
"uh I don't usually have dinner so..." y/n said, smelling the delicious scent of the food he had made
"you don't? why not?" he was confused.
"i consider lunch my main meal. so I have a late lunch and a small snack at night" y/n shrugged. She looked around his kitchen. it was so neat for a guy living on his own.
Even his apartment was organized and smelled nice.
"you shouldn't do that you know" he said. He grabbed two plates from the cupboard and then two forks.
y/n helped him set the plates on the table for them to sit down.
"well that's how I built my routine" she chuckled.
"would you like some wine?" Ferran asked.
y/n instantly got uncomfortable at the mention of anything related to alcohol
"actually I'll just have some water please" she said in a low voice. Ferran picked up on her discomfort and put water for both of them
On dinner, they were sat chatting all the time. y/n has gotten more comfortable with him, and can finally say that she has a friend who she can talk to.
"tell me about your love life" Ferran said, when he felt like the conversation was slowly dying
y/n gulped, looking up at him while he intensely looked at her
"why would you wanna know about my love life?" she raised her eyebrows, making him smirk
"to see if i should improve" he said, the smirk still on his face
He was now shamelessly flirting with her, not even trying to hide it
y/n was taken back by his answer
"oh wow" she said, taking a small sip of her water
"well I never really had a boyfriend so..." she trailed off, making Ferran raise his eyebrows in shock
"how did you never have a boyfriend before?" he said surprised that no one had dated the beautiful girl sitting across from him
She shrugged her shoulders, poking her food with her fork
"i never really liked anyone. and if I did they'd either have a partner or are not interested in me" she chuckled, before looking up at him
"what about you? you tell me about your love life" she placed her chin on her hand, putting her elbow on the table to look at him
he broke eye contact immediately before shaking his head.
"nothing much" he replied blankly, making y/n realize he had something to hide or just felt uncomfortable at that moment
They sat in awkward silence for a while, until Ferran spoke up again
"you know i wasn't joking when I said this was a date" he said.
y/n's eyes snapped to his. She felt vulnerable under his intense gaze unable to keep looking at his gorgeous brown eyes
"you weren't?" she mumbled looking everywhere but at him
He shook his head and leaned forward, his arms on the table while he still looked at her face
"I want to get to know you better and go out with you" he said with no hesitation
y/n let out a sigh and looked at him
"why?" she asked him
"because I like you" he said, as if it's the most obvious thing
y/n's mind went blank. Her heart started racing and she was left speechless for a second
did he just confess to her?
She swallowed the lump in her throat and let out a shaky breath
"y-you do? but you don't even know me" she said, still comprehending what he said
Ferran laughed slightly and leaned back onto the chair.
"well that might just be a lie" he said. y/n furrowed her eyebrows and waited for him to speak up
"I have been following you and known you since I arrived to Barcelona. I know everything about you, as creepy as that sounds. The only thing I didn't know was that Pedri was your brother" he confessed
y/n looked at him with wide eyes. She thought she was being a creep when she already knew him. Turns out he was worse. But she didn't wanna tell him that she knew him too either.
"oh" she mumbled
Ferran smiled and grabbed her hand from across the table. y/n looked up at him immediately as their hands made contact
"I really do like you y/n. and I wanna try to see if something might bloom between us" he said softly, his thumb running over her knuckles in a comforting way
y/n felt her heart skip a beat. All she wanted was to tell him that she likes him too. But the thought of Pedri crossed her mind, and she couldn't help remove her hand from his.
Ferran's smile faded a bit while he waited for her to say something
"what about Pedri?" she said in a serious tone
"we can keep it down a bit to see if something ends up happening. If we start dating then we'll tell him and he can't do anything about it. If we don't, then there's nothing to worry about" he said, almost convincing her
When he saw her hesitation he let out a sigh and spoke up
"y/n, I'm ready to get on my knees and beg you for this one chance. I don't care what Pedri thinks. and you shouldn't either. this is your life and he's not supposed to control it" he said seriously
y/n let out a breath and looked at his eyes. He had a hopeful look in his eyes and a small smile. She couldn't say no to him, but Pedri was still on her mind and what he would think if he found out.
"okay" she breathed out. He smiled widely and grabbed both her hands again
"i promise you won't regret it" he rubbed her hands with his
She smiled at him, although what Pedri would think was still burning in the back of her head.
"i hope so" she squeezed his hands in her own
"shall we watch a movie now?" Ferran suggested. She nodded her head and helped him clean their dishes before they watched their movie
#ferran torres fanfic#ferran torres x reader#ferran torres blurb#ferran torres imagine#ferran torres oneshot#ferran torres one shot#ferran torres x y/n#ferran torres x you#ferran torres fluff#ferran torres fic#football#football blurb#football imagine#football one shot#football x reader#footballer imagine#barcelona#fc barça#fc barcelona#barca femini#barca women#barça#pedro gonzález lópez#pedri#charles leclerc#max verstappen#carlos sainz#lando norris#f1#formula one
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I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a Hook fic where reader comforts him after the betrayal from Jack?
comforting hook <3 (and thank you for the compliment!)
*g/n reader but an explicit mention of Hook outweighing reader
it was a rough night for Hook. not only did he get back stabbed by one of his closest friends, he was sitting on a backstage storage crate looking like a total loser. after Jack's betrayal, Hook didn't really have any friends, at least not the way he used too. Team Taz ended long ago, Dan got injured, dad was always busy, y/n had other friends, and Jack... well, you know. Hook had nobody anymore, not that he minded, but god was it nice to have a friend, someone who you could really trust. someone who could empathize with him, and goddammit, someone who could give him a ride back to the damn hotel!
as countless backstage staff and talent walked by, no one even looked in his direction, almost as if they were actively avoiding him. wow, how pathetic.
Hook zoned out for bit while a few tears formed. but then he was pulled back into reality.
"hello? earth to Hook?" a soft voice said.
Hook snapped out of his small trance and looked at you. you looked in his eyes and noticed the tears starting to well-up. you sat next to him on the crate.
"you doing okay?" you asked.
"yea," he said while sniffling the tears so you couldn't see them.
you touched him on the arm.
"Hook...listen," you started, "i know how it feels, and i understand you probably don't even want to be around people right now, but i can't just let you go through what i did..."
you too, had been turned on by your former tag partner. god, what an awful night that was. you couldn't bear to see a friend go through that too! especially not one you had been chasing for the better part of a year!
he didn't say anything.
"look, how about we go back to my hotel room? didn't you guys share a room?" you asked.
"yea," he said.
"and your dad isn't here tonight, is he?
"nah," Hook replied.
"okay. get your stuff," you said.
"k."
when you were driving back, it really started to dawn on you how little Hook actually talks. maybe that's what made you two such good friends, he prefers to listen to you ramble, while occasionally looking at you where he probably shouldn't, and you talk about the latest drama or cute thing your cat did. but once you got into the hotel room, the narrative flipped.
you listened to Hook for what seemed like hours, talking about how much Jack had hurt him. how lonely he felt on those crates. how he felt like nothing but a burden to those around him in those moments.
but he also said how much he appreciates you, and how much your friendship means to him. that's when you swear you saw some tears falling down his cheeks, but he was quick to wipe them away. he said he's glad to have you as a friend, and if you were to be his only friend, he wouldn't particularly mind that. it's a risk to trust people after all.
and then Hook did something completely out of character.
he hugged you.
you were kinda shocked at first, but quickly embraced him in your arms as he buried his head into your shoulder, and you moved your hand up to his head to comb through his hair.
"thank you," he whispered. "thank you for being here for me."
"anytime," you said. "let's go to bed."
"like this?" he asked.
"yeah, like this."
it was a pain to move him off you the next morning. Hook's arms were around you tight and him outweighing you did not help. eventually, you did wake up early to surprise him with some Doritos. when you gave it to him, he smiled a wide, genuine smile.
he thought about kissing you, but he didn't. and you'd be lying if you said you weren't thinking the same thing.
"next time for sure though," Hook thought.
hope u liked! felt like taking a more angsty route idk
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can you do part 2 to the Kenny omega Babies piece where the Reader is watching one of Kenny Aew match or at an Aew paper view in person or is either at Reader and Kenny Home in NORTH CARRROLLINNNAAAA. And the reader ends up going into Labor but Kenny ends up making it to see either his Baby boy or Baby Girl born and the golden elite come to visit after the baby is born?
Babies Part 3
Main Masterlist Kenny Omega Masterlist
Part 1 Part 2 Part 4
Summary: Your ringside for The Elite VS JAS VS HOB for the trios titles in Winnipeg when you go into Labor.
Word count: 1565
Just about everyone advised me not to go to Winnipeg for Dynamite due to the fact that there was a really high possibility that I could go into labor during the show. Being the stubborn person I am, I refused and was determined to be there. I was so angry that I couldn't make it to AEW’s first ever show in Canada nonetheless in my home town of Toronto because of the whole suspension thing. Even though I was not suspended it was recommended that I also stay away for a while. Now we are in Winnipeg Manitoba Canada, and I am so excited to be a part of the show, even if it is just me being ringside for the boys match.
I was sitting in hair and makeup getting ready for the show when Shannon, one of the costume designers approached me.
“Hey Mama, how’s it going” Shannon said excitedly as she approached me
“Hi Shan, I’m doing alright for the most part. I feel huge” I said pointing down to my baby bump
“Hey now, don’t be so mean to bumpy. I can’t wait to meet that little girl. You and Kenny are going to be great parents!”
“Oh yeah? I’m not too sure about that one. She could come any day and I’m literally terrified. I can hardly take care of myself let alone a little human baby!”
“Please Y/N, You will be a great mother. I see how you treat the young talent here. You are like a second mother to them”
“That’s different, yes they are my babies but they are 18 to early 20s. That is a big difference to a newborn child! Before you cut me off, yes I know that I treat AEW as my baby but it is my baby. You have been here since day one girl. You know I would do absolutely anything for this company. You remember how hard it was in the beginning!”
“I remember very well Y/N! But that is not why I’m here. I came here to give this to you” Shannon said as she handed me a gift bag with tissue paper sticking out of the top
When I opened the gift I was shocked to see a matching set of ring gear to the ones the boys would be wearing tonight
“Shan!!! You shouldn't have!”
“Yes I should, do you like it?”
“I love it!!! The real question is, is it going to fit me?”
“It should fit, If not I can make a quick fix if needed. I thought you would like something cute to wear tonight!” Shannon said with the largest smile on her face!
“Thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me!”
XXX
When I put on the gear I was shocked to see that it fit like a glove. The white and silver bodysuit hugged my curves perfectly, surprisingly making my baby bump look flattering. The matching Jacket put the whole outfit together perfectly although I did swap out the boots for my Dior Jordans. No way was my swollen ankles were going to get into the boots.
Once I was all ready I headed over to the Elite locker room to show Tyson and The Bucks my new outfit.
*knock knock knock*
“Come in!” Nick yelled through the door
When I opened the door I was greated by Tyson, Hangman and both Matt and Nick!
“Hi, everyone!” I said
“Jesus christ Y/N!!!” Kenny said, almost in disbelief
“Do you like it?” I asked
“Like it, I love it!!! How did you get this?”
“Shannon surprised me with it!”
“Of course she did” Matt said, interrupting our conversation “She’s the best isn’t she Y/n!”
“She really is Matt! How is everyone feeling? Ready for tonight?” I asked felling a bit of tension in the room
“Yeah, we are great! I’m honestly just a bit nervous” Kenny admitted
After being friends for 14 years and together for the past 10 I knew by now that Kenny does not get nervous EVER. Not even when main eventing the tokyo dome. To him that was just another match. So I knew that although Kenny might not be nervous Tyson was. It was strange, normally he was Kenny Omega 24/7, and only few were granted the wish to use his government name but I could see that I wasn’t talking to Kenny Omega, this was Tyson Smith.
XXX
A couple of hours have passed and it’s now time for the main event!
The Elite Consisting of Kenny, Nick and Matt VS the team of the house of black consisting of Malachi Black, Brody King and Buddy Matthews VS The Jericho Appreciation Society consisting of Chris Jericho, Sammy Guevara and Daniel Garcia. A match for the trios titles that The Elite had just lost a few weeks ago to HOB at revolution.
I was waiting backstage for the cue to make our entrance to Carry on Wayward son when I was greeted with a worried Tyson. That is when I figured out just why he was so nervous.
“I really don’t think this is a good idea Y/N” Kenny said nervously pacing around the small area
“What’s not a good idea?” I said, unsure just what he was referring to
“You being ringside for this match!”
“Why not? Everyone knows that I'm pregnant and will be careful not to run into me. Plus I can look out for myself. I will be fine, I think you forgot I am also a wrestler.”
“No it’s not that”
“What? It’s not I will go into labor during the match” I said
Tyson said nothing he just gave me that look
“I will be fine, promise, ok?”
“Alright, I love you Y/N”
“I love you too Tyson”
XXX
The match was going great, The pop from the crowd when I made the surprise appearance with the Elite almost made me cry. I feel like they were almost more excited to see me than the boys. I did my usual interference and interactions with the crowd when I felt an abnormally hard kick to my stomach. Then I felt it, hot liquid running down my legs. I looked over to Brandon Cutler who was also ringside, filming for BTE when I whispered “I think my water just broke”
I looked down to see the pool of fluid on the ground and when I looked up I made eye contact with Kenny who looked like he saw a ghost.
I heard some people in the crowd gasp when it happened, almost everyone in the ring having the same reaction as Kenny. Thankfully Kenny wasn’t in the match when it happened so I was able to tell him that I was ok and that I would stay ringside until the match was over. And boy did those 20 minutes feel like the longest 20 minutes of my life.
Once the match was finished I went to the backstage doctors who told me I should go to the hospital since I was in active labor. Me being the stubborn person I am, I refused. I wanted to stay until they taped rampage, since The Elite was booked to have a little speech after the taping to thank the crowd and have a little celebration For Kenny and Jericho. Tony Khan told me to forget about it and that I should really go to the hospital. I was getting tired of everyone telling me that but I was determined to stay. “If I have this baby backstage then I have it backstage!” I told a frustrated Kenny Omega. “ I am staying, end of story”
Somehow I managed to make it through an extra 3 hours before we finally made it to the hospital. The celebration went well and in between some pretty nasty contractions I let the crowd know that I did indeed go into labor during the match!
When I arrived at the hospital I was not alone. Tyson, Matt, Nick, Hangman, Adam Cole, Britt Baker and Matt’s wife Dana insisted on coming with us. Although it was weird at first I didn’t mind having my best friends with me. Although it was a bit of a sticky situation having this baby in Winnipeg it wasn’t all that bad. Kenny and I had a house in Toronto which was only about 2 and a half hrs by plane and due to the fact we would have an infant it would take around 20-24 hrs to drive. Kenny and I also both had family that lived in Winnipeg including Kenny’s parents who were kind enough to let us stay with them for a bit before we could get back home.
I ended up having a natural birth due to my fear of needles and it was probably the worst decision I made in my life. The amount of pain I was in was insane but in the end it would be worth it. Tyson was scared, understandable so and so was I.
Tyson, Britt and Dana were all there with me when I gave birth to my daughter. Tyson and I decided on the name Violet for our baby girl. She was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen in my life. To make things better I was surrounded by my best friends.
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From Hell to Home to Back Again
Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?
A/N: Don't worry, he is going to make it up to her. Big time.
@emen-98 @1lostsoul0fishbowl @vulpixsworld
Prologue . . . Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Ronnie had ended up being quite busy the following week once Eddie told her they were able to grab a recording studio for next Sunday. Eddie, once again, ignored her, claiming he was busy practicing with Corroded Coffin. Yet, somehow, Ronnie still managed to find time for Chrissy and her friends. She really couldn't wait to talk to him, so on Thursday afternoon, she biked over to Eddie's house. Over the last few months, she had grown accustomed to just walking in as he told her to even when he wasn't there. He wasn't there now, but Chrissy didn't care. She could wait until he dropped off Ronnie. She didn't notice the unfamiliar pair of boots by the door. She walked in to find a man who looked a lot like Eddie sprawled out on the couch. This must be Eddie's father.
"Uh, hi," Chrissy said awkwardly.
"We've got nothing here worth stealing," Al grinned.
"Do I look like a thief?" Chrissy asked.
"Well, everyone looks like a thief," Al said. "Everyone is capable of stealing something. Judging by the fact that you have a key to my house, I doubt you're a thief. Are you Eddie's girl?"
"Um, we're not together if that's what you're asking," Chrissy said. "We're just friends."
"But you want to be more than that," Al said.
"I don't know you well enough to get into that," Chrissy said.
"You're in my house, and yet, I have no idea what your name is. Maybe I should call you "Little Thief" because you're clearly here to steal something after all," Al said.
"My name's Chrissy Henderson," she said and couldn't stop the question that burst out of her. "What are your intentions with Eddie?"
This man clearly knew how to charm Eddie, judging by the way he smiled and the way he spoke. Every word that spilled out of his mouth seemed like it had some sort of hidden meaning. His entire demeanor made you want to trust him, though. He reminded Chrissy of her birth mother and the way she used to manipulate her. She did not like this guy. He was like an evil, older version of Eddie. Now, she understood why people disliked Eddie because all they could see was Al. Not that it was okay that they did that, but she understood. Although some people had their reasons that weren't based on Al Munson. As much as she loved Eddie, sometimes he could be an obnoxious dick. Eddie was an acquired taste but overall, she knew he wanted to be good. Al laughed.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that, sweetheart?" Al asked.
"He's been quite busy lately," Chrissy said politely. "Too busy to talk to me. I was just stopping by to catch up."
"Maybe he's just trying to let you know that he's not interested," Al said.
"I don't think whatever is going on with him has anything to do with that," Chrissy narrowed her eyes at him.
"Maybe you don't know Eddie as well as you think you do," Al shrugged.
"If anyone doesn't know who Eddie is, it's you," Chrissy replied.
Al was about to say something when Eddie walked through the door. He looked surprised to see Chrissy.
"Chrissy?" Eddie asked.
"I'll leave you to it," Al said in amusement. "She's a pistol, Eddie."
Al grabbed his keys and walked out the door. They listened as he drove away in his truck. Eddie moved to the kitchen to grab himself a drink of water. He leaned against the counter, not looking at her.
"What are you doing here?" Eddie asked.
"I missed you," Chrissy said softly.
"Well, I'm right here," Eddie shrugged.
"Except that you're not," Chrissy said. "You don't talk to me anymore. You won't even look at me."
Eddie turned his head to look up at her, his eyes wide as he stared hard at her.
"I'm looking at you," Eddie said.
"Don't be a dick, Eddie," she replied.
"That's who I am. Rotten to the core," Eddie said bitterly as he looked away.
"That's not true! Who told you that?" Chrissy asked.
"It doesn't matter," Eddie said.
"It does to me. Eddie, don't push me away because of what other people think of you. They're wrong," Chrissy said.
"What if they're not? What if they're not wrong about me? What if you're the one that's wrong about me, Chrissy? Did you ever think about that?" Eddie asked.
"No, because I don't think that I am. I think you're trying to run away because you're scared they might be right, and you're trying so hard to prove to them that they're wrong that you're getting pretty damn close to proving them right," Chrissy said.
"After only a few months, you think you know me, but you don't," Eddie said, glaring at her.
"You sound like your dad," Chrissy said.
"And what's so wrong about that?" Eddie asked. "He's my dad."
"I just don't think he has the best intentions," Chrissy said.
"And you know that of the five seconds you spent with him?" He scoffed. "You and Uncle Wayne are just. . ."
"What? Right?!" She asked. "Look, Eddie, I know what it's like to want to believe that your parent wants the best for you. My mom was just as manipulative. I spent every day doing everything she said just to hear the words that she was proud of me. . .just for one encouraging word."
"My dad isn't your mom, and you're crazy like - ," Eddie cut himself off.
It felt a little like she had been slapped, and she glared at Eddie.
"Say it," she said coldly. "Crazy like my mom? You know what? Call me when you're ready to stop pushing the people who care about you away."
She slammed the key on the counter and walked out the door. Tears of frustration slid down her cheeks, and she breathed heavily as she took off on her bike. She could hear the sound of the front door of Eddie's house opening. Was he chasing after her? Chrissy looked over her shoulder and saw him standing on his porch, looking regretfully at her. She missed the rock that was on the road, and her bike hit it with a loud thump, causing her to be flipped right over the handle bars. She landed in the grass with a loud groan. Her knee had scraped against something because she could feel it bleeding. Chrissy lay on the ground, looking up at the sky as she tried not to cry. She heard Eddie running over to her, and suddenly, he was looking over her. She struggled to get up, pushing away Eddie's hands.
"Shit, Chrissy! Are you okay?" Eddie asked. "Let me drive you home."
"I don't think so," Chrissy glared at him.
"I'm sorry - " Eddie started as he picked up her bike.
Chrissy glared at him and pushed him, her hands against his chest. He dropped the bike in surprise. She pushed him again. He fell to the ground, catching himself on his hands.
"I wish I could hate you," Chrissy said, her voice broken much like her heart.
She hated the way he looked at her then. His brown eyes were big and full of regret. He was going to cry, she knew, and she didn't want to be there for that. She wasn't sure how easily she would have folded if she saw how guilty he felt. Chrissy grabbed her bike and started wheeling it out of his neighborhood. She didn't care about her bleeding knee, trying to stop replaying the scene over in her head. Eddie had known exactly what to say to drive her away.
When she came home, she ignored her brother and mother, heading straight for the bathroom to clean herself up. Once Chrissy did that, she went straight to her room without eating supper. She crawled into bed and cried until she fell asleep. When she woke up, it was late at night but nowhere near close to bedtime yet. Dustin popped his head into the room, his eyes wide with concern.
"Chrissy?" Dustin asked softly.
"We're not fine," Chrissy croaked. "Eddie and I aren't fine."
Dustin paused in the doorway, and she could feel his eyes on her. He didn't say anything for a while.
"You want me to set up the fort, and I can read Charlotte's web?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah, that would be nice. I'll be there in a minute," Chrissy said.
She laid there for who knows how long, staring up at the stars on her ceiling. Chrissy sighed before rolling out of bed. Her entire body felt heavy, but she managed to change into her pajamas and meet her brother in the living room. Her knee was killing her. She laid down in the fort and curled up with Dustin. Mews entered and laid across her chest, purring. Chrissy smiled. The cat was using his healing magic, and so was Dustin as he cracked open the book. She already felt a little bit better.
"Chrissy?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah?"
"I love you," he said.
"I love you too."
They laughed as Mews meowed loudly, almost as if he was saying it back, too. Dustin opened his mouth and began to read. Hope was not lost.
Chapter Eleven
#chrissy cunningham#chrissy this is for you#chrissy cunningham lives#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie munson lives#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson#edissy#hellcheer#dustin henderson#henderfam#nancy wheeler#steve harrington#jonathan byers#stranger things argyle#robin buckley#with a side of#stancy#jargyle#platonic stobin#platonic ronance#platonic buckingham#stranger things#stranger things au#stranger things fanfiction
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(THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR THE CONTROL DEVIL ARC AND CSM PART 2)
OKAY SO HERE IT IS! So can i request platonic hcs of Nayuta x best friend human reader. So in the manga, it is said that Nayuta goes to public school. So what if she meets someone that looks to be around her age and later becomes best friends with her. The both of them are inseperable, they do everything together. Also i like to think that the reader would sometimes joins Nayuta on walking the dogs while they just talk about anything
How would Denji react to Nayuta’s best friend who is overall a positive influence to Nayuta?
Also would Nayuta reveal that she is a devil to her best friend?
Thought i should send a fluffy request rn. Hope this is alright and have a good day/night!
(Also quick question, since your now reluctant to do HSR, does that mean my other 2 requests i sent before are on hold or what? If it is, im okay with that. Just take your time)
- Flower anon 🌸
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A/N: Hey there! I absolutely love this idea! Nayuta is so cute and I love the way she interacts with Denji! So thank you for the fluffy request!<33
Also, like I said previously, I cleared out my entire inbox before going into a break to reduce stress!
Content: SPOILERS FOR THE CONTROL DEVIL ARC!, Fluff, Platonic relationships, kid reader, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!
((Not fully proofread))
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Nayuta didn't know what to really think of you at first. To her, you were just another kid in her class, nothing too special. She respected you as her classmate and that was about it for a while, until she saw you drawing some cute dogs in your notebook during class. She sat next to you, wide eyes watching with curiosity and interest, as your hand moved across the paper.
She complimented your talent and you thanked her with a smile, telling her that dogs were your favourite animal. She warmed up to you pretty fast after that and eventually asked you to join her on walking her dogs. Denji was a little confused, when he saw her eagerly getting ready and seemingly in a much lighter mood than usual. "What are you so happy about?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" She sasses with a huff, but at the sight of you happily greeting her and Denji for the walk, the older boy quickly realised what was happening.
He couldn't help but smile, glad to see Nayuta finally having a good friend, as he waved you both a small goodbye. He also hoped you'd be a good influence on her. She really needed someone to show her how to be normal human kid and surely you could help her with that. You began visiting Nayuta alot, always playing together with her dogs and talking to Denji, who you considered pretty cool, despite Nayuta finding him annoying sometimes.
Nayuta eventually begins calling you her bestfriend too, just like you did with her. You two knew everything about eachother and never had any secrets... except for the one single thing that Nayuta kept from you. She wasn't the one to care much about what other people really thought of her. But things were different with you. And her being a devil could possibly ruin the friendship with you that she loved so much.
It takes her months of friendship to finally feel safe and confident enough to tell you and when she does, she's surprised at how casual you are with it. You don't judge her for it, nor seem to care all too much either. Nayuta is Nayuta to you, devil or not. She's surprised by your acceptance, but figured she shouldn't have expected anything else either.
You're her best friend after all.
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A/N: Alright, I hope this is okay! Thank you again for the request, it's great to write smth not hsr related!<33
#chainsaw man x reader#chainsaw man#chainsaw man fanfiction#csm x y/n#csm x reader#csm nayuta#csm Nayuta x reader#csm
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How everyone would have found out about the band group:
Red dress girl (henceforth referred to as RDS in these types of posts or Mirai in writing since we don’t have any information on her and I don't want to assume) shows Haruka an advertisement for the group and convinces him to audition. She sets up everything for him behind his mother's back and helps him get to the studio on his first few days.
Yuno and a bunch of her friends decide to audition together, mostly messing about, and they are all very excited when she gets in.
Futa sees an ad for it and decides to go for it in hopes it will give him some fulfillment in his boring life.
Mu tries to get through so she can escape from the bullying in her school. She stopped going to extracurriculars so she has a lot more free time now.
It was actually Shidou's kids who first wanted to audition, but his wife managed to convince him to sign up as well. They aren't too mad he was the only one that made it.
Mahiru did everything in her power to convince her boyfriend to do it with her, but while he encouraged her to do it by herself he simply wasn't interested. She is about to give up on it entirely, but her beautician tells her if she is really passionate about it, she should go for it regardless of whether her boyfriend will do it or not. They don't have to do everything together, after all.
I'll be honest, I have no idea how to drag Kazui into this, if anyone has any ideas please send them to me. Right now I'm going with his wife wanted to get involved but with her theatre job (I saw in a fanfic once that Hinako worked in theatre after she stopped working in the police and have headcanoned it since because it makes half sadder) she didn't have enough time, so Kazui , who doesn't work, offered in her place. I'm not satisfied with this, if someone can give me a better idea that would be great.
Amane saw the ad and ended up giving in to the temptation to audition despite knowing it was sinful, not expecting to get in anyways. When she does, she tries to turn down the invitation but Es insists that she has too much talent to go to waste. She needs to lie to and trick her guardians so she can get to rehearsals. (I'm not sure how realistic or in character this is but she needs to get here somehow.)
My original idea for Mikoto was that his alter sensed he wanted to audition but was holding back because of his job and so auditioned for him, and he is very surprised when told he got through since he doesn't remember auditioning in the first place. I'm not sure if this works anymore since I'm leaning towards the theory that John split after the murder and since the murder didn't happen in this timeline he shouldn't exist. I don't want to exclude him, though. I like John. Maybe I'll bend my theories a little for this to still work.
Kotoko signs up because since dropping out of uni she has a lot of free time. Music can be a good stress reliever, and she could probably use one right now.
If anyone wants to add to these, do add!
#milgram#haruka sakurai#yuno kashiki#fuuta kajiyama#muu kusunoki#shidou kirisaki#mahiru shiina#kazui mukuhara#amane momose#mikoto kayano#kotoko yuzuriha#milgram band group au#we're back baby#updates will likely be as frequent as they have been#everyone can contribute to this; I want this to be a collaborative work after all~
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Vinian - 5★
Title : Vivi the Magnificent!
Path : Nihility
Element : Imaginary
Combat Type : Debuff/CC
Faction : Masked Fools
Introduction : The life of a traveling magician can be difficult but Vinian finds enjoyment wherever they go. If it can’t be found, it can be made, and seeing the astonished faces of the crowd is their greatest joy. There’s always a trick up their fashionable sleeve, to delight and amuse both the magician and the audience.
Combat Kit and Voice Lines under the cut
we stay silly :3
— Ability
(*Combat kit isn't 100% set in stone, still fiddling with it)
Basic ATK : Hidden Arsenal - Vinian produces several throwing knives from their coat and throws them all in quick succession at a single enemy.
Skill : Mirror Box - Imprisons an enemy in a trick box for 1 turn; when they are released, sets Disorientation on them for 2 turns - makes them auto-attack a random ally instead of using skill or ult (same as Dominated from Kafka. Could make them attack themselves instead?)
Ultimate : Grand Finale - lights go dark. A single spotlight highlights a large painted wheel to which an enemy is strapped. Vivi produces two handfuls of throwing knives and an eerie grin. deals massive damage to a single enemy and x2 damage to enemies with Disorientation
Talent : Over Here! - Vinian can evade an attack every five turns by trading places with an illusion. The turn count carries over from battle to battle. An enemy whose attack is evaded with this Talent gets the debuff Disorientation for 1 turn.
Technique : Keep Them Guessing - resets the turn count for ‘Over Here’ to 4, and randomly shuffles Vinian in the attack order for the first turn.
Possible Idle Animation: Takes off hat, inspects inside, makes a surprised :O face and after winking at the camera (no matter where camera is in relation to them), disappears into their hat which spins and settles onto the ground upside down. Pops back out after a second with a spray of flowers.
— Eidolons
Happiness is for Sharing - adds a 50% chance to trap an extra enemy in Mirror Box
Joy for Your Troubles - if Vinian is afflicted with a status effect when Over Here! triggers, trading places with the illusion causes the status effects to disappear.
Simply Dizzy with Bliss - Extended the duration of Disorientation on enemies by +1 turn.
Unwavering Euphoria - +2 to Basic and Skill
Jubilation of Victory - When Vinian defeats an enemy, they are shuffled randomly in the turn order and the count for Over Here is set to a random number between 1 and 4. This can only occur once per round.
Elation Beyond Measure - +2 to Ult and Talent
— Character Lines
First Meeting : Gather 'round, everyone! Guaranteed to amaze and delight, Vivi the Magnificent will perform for you a show unlike any you've ever seen! Now, watch carefully—you won't want to miss a single second of this spectacle!
Greeting : You know, you really ought to keep more tidy. Why—goodness! You shouldn't be storing coins behind your ears, friend! (laughter)
Parting : Alas, our time together has come to an end, and I must bid you adieu. Don't frown so, my dear. We shall meet again, I'm sure.
About Self - [Magic Shows] : I started performing magic and sleight of hand at quite a young age, to supplement my family's earnings. I got exceedingly good at it, and suddenly I found my performance in such high demand I hardly knew what to do! Soon I had to pack up and take the show on the road, traveling the stars and delighting all sorts of people with my illusions before taking off again.
About Self - [Hat] : Ah, you're wondering how I manage to make myself disappear with only this simple hat, are you? *clicks tongue* Don't you know a magician never reveals the secrets of their tricks? But since we're such good friends, I'll give you a hint: this one has a bit of help from a higher power~
Chat - [Children] : Kiddos make the best audience, honestly. Wide-eyed and full of wonder, and they haven't learned to be skeptical of things that shouldn't be able to happen. They'll cheer and laugh without restraint, their cheeks all rosy and their little eyes a-sparkle with joy… now that's what makes everything worth it, you know?
Hobbies : I took a bit of interest in fashion along the way, out of necessity at first, but it's become a fun and soothing past-time for me. Vivi's stage outfits are all designed and hand-made by yours truly. *small gasp* You know, I'm working on a newer, flashier one for Garidon-II in a couple months. Want a sneak peek?
Annoyances : I don't get too many hecklers, but I suppose their presence is how one knows one's made it. If they get too rowdy, I can simply incorporate them into my show, and they seem to learn their lesson quickly enough.
Something to Share : Shall I teach you a little something to dazzle your friends with? Watch carefully. Practice the movements and the misdirection at the same time. That's half the work of illusion - they'll watch the flash and completely miss the real work being done.
Knowledge : I can't possibly keep track of how many different worlds I've been to. After a while they all start blurring together, and that's how I know I need a good vacation. My favorite? Ahhh... well, Epsilon has become something of a second home to me, you might say. Some of my favorite people in all the universe hang around there~
About Madame Brughel : A new friend, but a dear one. We've had the most wonderful time together dodging her terrifying suitor and enjoying all the joys the city has to offer. I'll be so heartbroken when we have to part.
About Giovanni : Now there's an interesting fellow! Seems very committed to that mask. He is, of course, also committed to the bit, to laughter and amusement like the rest of us, but one has to wonder why he keeps that thing on... sometimes I wonder if he bathes with it on, you know?
<pending more once we actually meet some people on Penacony>
— Combat Lines
Battle Begins - Weakness Break : Let's begin, shall we?
Battle Begins - Danger Alert : Perhaps we're out of our league here… still going to try? That's the spirit…I think.
Turn Begins I : I'll try not to hog the spotlight~
Turn Begins II : Break a leg~
Turn Idling : The show must go on, my dear… we've not a moment to lose.
Basic ATK : Hah!
Skill : Can you find your way out? Good luck…
Hit by Light Attack : Oof! Mind the coat, will you?
Hit by Heavy Attack : Augh! They're getting serious now…
Ultimate: Activate : And now, for the grand finale!
Ultimate: Unleash : 1x: Ah, a volunteer! We can't keep the audience waiting… let's give them a show to REMEMBER! (2x: It was knife to meet you, but I'm afraid I have to cut our time short!)
Talent : *giggles* Missed me!
Downed : You haven't-seen the last…of me…
Return to Battle : Ta-daaah~!
Health Recovery : My gratitude is yours, darling.
Technique : *light gasp…. a soft pinging noise as they wink* *self-satisfied hum when they reappear*
Battle Won : How exhilarating!
Treasure Opening : Let's see what sort of trinkets have been left for us, hmm?
Successful Puzzle-Solving : And there you have it!
Enemy Target Found : Let's have some fun, shall we?
Returning to Town : Let your hearts be at ease, for Vivi the Magnificent has returned once again!
#oc: vinian hsr#honky Stars#not 100% finished and i have yet to finish their art but these templates are a lot of fun#the reason Vivi knows Brughel is that once interstate flight was reestablished for Belobog she found herself*#*inundated with proposals from wealthy men trying to get out into the wider markets... which sounded fine to her!#the only problem is the guy is pretty much a stalker so sampo does what he does best and disappears and runs into V at their hotel bar#where they share a very lovely evening with drinks and dancing#Vivi is a latecomer to the Fools but feels like it's where they belonged all along#anyway. having fun. but this is also the second time i started up to 4 am finishing one of these#last one was for hyacinth lol#my oc stuff
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Chris' Loneliness
Chris fascinates me in how he's so beloved by his team, yet seems to have almost zero close friends. To explore this more fully, I'm going to reference some extras such as drama CDs and bonus sketches because Chris is often a plot device to help Eijun rather than fully fleshed out in the manga.
Most of Chris' relationships are mentor-mentee. It makes sense - he's a 3rd year with the background of a superstar, and managing the bullpen is his job. It means he's got a lot of people who love him (Eijun, Tanba, Zono, Kanemaru, etc.), but his own attitude is distant from them outside of baseball. He's an idol and teammate, but not a friend.
You'd expect him to be closest with Tanba given their potential as a battery and sharing a year, but (outside of riling Tanba up as ace) Chris keeps the emotional space between them vast after his recovery. This is most notable with his "no regrets" speech. This is later played as a joke where Tanba still doesn't get his battery during the graduation game, and Chris seems unbothered by it.
In fact, Chris isn't seen with the other third years much at all in a casual setting. He doesn't often go to games or practices with them if he doesn't have a job there either, and he walks alone most of the time post-season end.
This distance from his batchmates extends back pre-injury into his first year where he was the one "good" player. It kept him apart from the 3rd years, who bonded as a class through their struggle.
That segregating pressure to perform and be great because of his dad was something he silently carried with him all the time. It meant he didn't form many close bonds because he needed to hide his vulnerabilities from others, which sadly included his injured shoulder.
Even when he mentions it after the fact to the pitcher who's become his biggest fan and pet project, it's met with dismissal because he's amazing, so pressure "shouldn't" be an issue. However, there's one person who consistently sympathizes with his struggle - Miyuki.
Translation Credit: https://www.tumblr.com/tracingdreams/188601397993/daiya-no-ace-the-dramas-5-egg-streme-strategy
Sawamura: It must be tough to be the child of a professional baseball player. Don’t you get lots of hassle like your friends asking him for autographs?
Chris: Well, I don’t really mind about the autographs. My Dad is famous for his fan-service and isn’t bothered by people asking him to sign things.
Sawamura: Eeeh.
Chris: But…there is pressure.
Sawamura: Pressure?
Chris. Yes. People think that the son of a professional baseball player must automatically have talent.
Miyuki: Ah, that does sound like a pain.
Sawamura: But! Shishou is full of ability, so that’s fine!
Furuya: Mm.
Miyuki: In that regard I think it’s better to have no kind of pressure like that [to live up to]. Right, Sawamura?
Chris & Miyuki
Even outside of their constant background meetings during the series, theirs is the one relationship we see persist beyond mentorship and duty on the baseball field. Chris is rarely seen as a mentor to Miyuki at all despite being the only one Miyuki calls 'senpai'. They are bus buddies as equals, trying to strategize for the team.
Moreover, their relationship is rare in that Chris starts being as accommodating to Miyuki's requests as the reverse. Some examples:
Chris is told about Eijun's yips by Kanemaru while walking the grounds alone? Eh, he'll probably be fine.
Miyuki asks him to help? He immediately shows up to teach the pitch they both think might help him recover.
His batchmates are surprised he showed up to a game? Well, of course, the captain enthusiastically invited him to show him something, so he made time to come.
Not only that, but we see Chris walking alone and chatting with Miyuki even though they're not at the baseball field and don't share classes since they're in different years. He's perceptive to Miyuki's moods, too, as if this is a common occurrence.
After Miyuki is injured, we get hints that they spend time together regularly.
These are supported by Miyuki receiving a full email rather than a text about Chris' perceived age concerns, which is filled with his feelings about university life, too.
But perhaps most telling of all is Miyuki's response. There's an undercurrent of seriousness and conscientiousness in Miyuki's answer - before throwing Eijun under the bus with his own return text because it's Miyuki - which speaks of an appreciation of the rarity of vulnerability Chris shows him.
From all that, it's easy to imagine Chris as a prodigy who always has been lonely despite his likeability. Luckily, the other high baseball-IQ, lonely prodigy catcher at Seido is there to understand and stand behind him, whether or not Chris was always in the headspace to reciprocate that support.
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