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itsmealaiah · 2 months

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Come back

TW: slow burn, slight angst to fluff to smut, kissing, p in v sex, gentle sex, lots of cuteness, dirty talk, use of alcohol, mentions of drinking

Request: chat. bae. my fav person in the whole world can you do 2017 tom x f! reader who's lit like drakes sibling or some other famous person? like tom js found out and allat and does some research and he tells the band to find some other research with him too!! and its just a crazy and she confronts them about it :3 bye I hope this isn't to weird :(

A/n: anon, I have a friend for you, they are like the same person @kqulitzlvr

(Also you're gisele bündchen's sibling in this au)

Word count: 2.7k words

Rating: 18+, mdni

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You were drunk. Really drunk. Tom, a part of your favorite band in the entire world, was here, in this club, dancing with you. You didn't know how it happened, or why it was happening, but it felt so right. His body pressed against yours, his hands gripping your hips, his breath hot against your neck. And then, in a moment of drunken passion, you kissed him.

You don't remember much after that. Just the feel of his lips, the taste of his tongue, the way his body moved against yours. But then, something went wrong. You ran out, shocked at what you had did, and quickly hailed a taxi before he could grab you.

Now, thirty minutes later, you're back at your apartment. You can't get the taste of him out of your mouth, and the memory of his lips on yours plays on repeat in your mind. You know you should call someone, tell them what happened, but you're too ashamed. Instead, you crawl into bed, burying your face in your pillow and trying to forget the whole thing.

In the morning, you wake up with a pounding headache and a sour taste in your mouth. As you stumble to the bathroom, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Your eyes are red and puffy, your lips swollen from his kisses. You can't help but wonder if he's feeling the same way. You reach for your phone, debating whether or not to go on social media , but decide against it. There's no point in trying to find out what he's saying or thinking. You can't even begin to fathom what happened last night.

You finally manage to drag yourself out of bed and into the kitchen, hoping that some coffee will help clear your head. As you pour a mug, you idly scroll through your social media feeds, hoping for some sort of distraction.

But then, you see it. A photo from last night's club, tagged with your name. You recognize it instantly: it's you and Tom, dancing together, laughing. You look so happy in that moment. And then, there's another photo, of you and Tom kissing passionately in a corner of the club. The realization hits you like a ton of bricks: he remembers last night.

You click through the rest of the photos, feeling a mix of horror and fascination as you see more and more evidence of your drunken antics. The kissing photo gets hundreds of likes, and comments like "OMG, are they official?" and "They're so cute together!" It's like everyone but you knew what was going on.

Tom's mind is racing. He can't believe this happened. He's been crushing on you for months, ever since he saw your face in the crowd at one of their concerts. He thought you were unapproachable, but last night… last night was incredible. He remembers everything about the night, from your laugh to the way you danced. And now, there are pictures. Lots of pictures.

He shows the pictures to his bandmates, all of whom are just as stunned as he is. They can't believe it either. They all knew you were beautiful, but they never expected anything like this to happen. They start searching the internet for more information about you, trying to figure out who you are.

"Hey tom! I found something on her!" Bill calls, beckoning tom over, to which he practically sprints as they read the article together. "Gisele Bundchen and her younger sister, y/n, enjoy a day on her yacht"

Tom's eyes widen in shock and disbelief. How could he not have seen the resemblance? You look just like her.

He's so distracted by the thought that he barely hears anything else the guys say for the rest of the day. All he can think about is how he feels about you, and how he might possibly find a way to talk to you. He knows that it's going to be difficult, given the fact that you're Gisele's sister, but he can't help but feel drawn to you.

After their show that night, the guys all head back to their homes to unwind.

Tom can't shake the thought of you, though. He tries to focus on their upcoming tour, but his mind keeps drifting back to the pictures and the night he shared with you. He wonders if he'll ever see you again, or if this was just a one-time thing.

Days go by, and Tom still can't get you out of his head. He decides that he has to try to find a way to talk to you, even if it means going through your sister. He reaches out to Gisele, explaining his situation and asking for her help in trying to contact you. She listens carefully and seems to understand his predicament, but she's also protective of her sister.

"Look," she says, "I get it. You two looked like you had a really good time together. But y/n is still my little sister, and I need to make sure she's okay with this before I give you her number or anything. Can you give me some time to talk to her about it?" Tom nods, relieved that she's at least willing to consider it.

Time passes, and Tom tries to stay busy with work and his band. But every time he sees a picture of you or thinks about your kiss, his heart races and his stomach flips. He can't help but wonder if you feel the same way.

One day, out of the blue, Gisele texts him. "Hey Tom," she says. "I talked to my sister, and she agrees that you should meet up and talk. I've given her your number, so you should hear from her soon." Tom's heart leaps into his throat as he reads the message. He can't believe it's actually happening.

Days go by, and still, you haven't texted him. Tom is starting to wonder if something went wrong, when finally, his phone buzzes with a new message. It's from you. "Hey Tom," it reads. "I hope this isn't too crazy, but I had a really good time with you last weekend. I don't want to lose that, and I'd like to see you again. Are you up for meeting for coffee or something?"

Tom can't contain his excitement as he types out a reply, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "I would love to see you again," he writes. "How about tomorrow afternoon? I can meet you anywhere you'd like." He hits send and sits back in his chair, still reeling from the shock of the situation and the overwhelming desire to be with you.

The next day, Tom arrives at the coffee shop early, eagerly scanning the crowd for any sign of you. When he finally spots you walking in, his heart skips a beat. You look even more beautiful than he remembered. You walk over to him, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips, and he feels an immediate rush of warmth and affection.

"Hi Tom," you say softly, taking a seat across from him. "It's nice to see you again."

"You have no idea," he replies, his voice low and slightly gruff. "I can't stop thinking about last weekend. About us."

You blush slightly, looking away before meeting his eyes again. "Me neither," you admit.

Tom nods, unable to find the words to express how he feels. He reaches out to take your hand, and you squeeze his gently in return.

"So," you say, trying to lighten the mood, "I heard your band's new single is really good. I've been listening to it on repeat."

"Thanks," Tom says, grinning. "I'm glad you like it. It's been a long time coming, you know? We've all been working so hard."

The two of you chat easily, laughing and sharing stories about your families and your lives. It feels so natural to be sitting here with you, as if you've always been a part of Tom's life. He can't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, there's a way to make this work. To keep seeing each other and build something more.

As the conversation flows, Tom finds himself opening up to you in ways he never thought he would. He tells you about his struggles with his music and how he sometimes feels like he's not good enough. You listen intently, offering words of encouragement and support, and he realizes that having you in his life has already made such a difference.

The afternoon passes by in a blur of coffee and conversation, and before Tom knows it, it's time to go. He hates to see you leave, but he understands that you probably have other things to do. You stand up to say goodbye, and he can't help but notice how graceful and beautiful you look as you move.

"Well," you say, a small smile playing at the corners of your lips, "I guess I should let you get back to your life."

"Or," Tom says, his heart racing, "maybe you could just… come with me?"

Your eyes widen in surprise, and then slowly, a smile creeps across your face. "I'd like that," you say softly. "I really would."

With a shaky breath, Tom leans in and kisses you, tasting the sweetness of your lips against his. He can feel the warmth of your body pressed against his, and for a moment, it's as if the entire world has vanished. When you pull away, you look up at him with a mixture of affection and desire, and he knows that he's finally found something real and special.

"Do you want to come over tonight?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper. "We could watch a movie or something… just hang out?"

You bite your lip, considering his offer, before nodding. "Okay," you say. "I'd like that."

The rest of the day passes in a whirlwind of anticipation and excitement. Tom can't help but feel like he's floating on cloud nine, knowing that you're going to be spending the night with him. He texts you periodically throughout the afternoon, just to make sure you're thinking about him as much as he is about you.

When the sun dips below the horizon and darkness begins to fall, Tom is done. He's been hard at work in the kitchen, whipping up a special dinner for the two of you. He's never been much of a cook, but he's made an effort to learn a few new dishes since you've been in his life. He's even made a salad with homemade dressing, something he's always been too lazy to attempt before.

You arrive at his place looking absolutely stunning. He can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness as he takes you in, admiring the way your hair falls over your shoulders and the way your dress hugs your curves. You both exchange nervous laughs as you try to act casual about the evening ahead, but there's an undeniable tension in the air.

"So," you say, breaking the silence as you sit down at his dining table, "how did you find out that Gisele was my sibling?"

Tom blushes, feeling a little embarrassed now that you've brought it up. "Well," he starts, "I saw a photo of you two together on your sister's Instagram. You looked so much alike that I just had to ask."

"And how long have you known about me?" you ask, taking a sip of wine.

"A week" he replies, serving you some dinner. "I was following Gisele's social media accounts, and I saw a photo of you two together on a yacht. I didn't want to say anything until I was sure it was you."

As you eat, the conversation flows easily between you, touching on various topics. You feel comfortable with Tom, and the sexual tension that has been building since your first kiss seems to dissipate a bit. The food is delicious, and you can't help but notice how thoughtful Tom was to make dinner for you.

After dinner, you suggest watching a movie, and Tom obliges, selecting a romantic comedy from his extensive collection. As you snuggle up on the couch together, the familiar scent of Tom's cologne envelops you, making you feel safe and secure. The movie fades into the background as your attention turns back to Tom. He leans in, brushing a stray hair from your face, and kisses you softly. His touch sends shivers down your spine.

The kiss deepens, and before you know it, you're lying on the couch, Tom's body pressed against yours. He begins to undress you slowly, his touch so gentle and reverent that it takes your breath away. As he peels off your clothes, revealing your naked body to him, he seems to grow bolder, his kisses becoming more urgent and demanding.

The sensation of his skin against yours is overwhelmingly pleasurable, and you arch your back, pressing your hips against him. Tom moans into your neck, his erection hard against your thigh. He rolls you onto your stomach, spreading your legs wide, and nuzzles his face into your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.

As he continues to tease you, you reach down between your legs, touching yourself, and moan into the pillow. Tom's movements become more desperate, his breath hot against your ear. He positions himself behind you, and with a single thrust, he is inside you, filling you completely. The sensation is so intense that it takes your breath away, and you cry out in pleasure.

He begins to move, his hips meeting yours in a rhythmic cadence that sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body. The couch creaks beneath your weight, but it's a small price to pay for the freedom and intimacy you share in this moment. With each thrust, Tom's body presses against yours, his skin hot and smooth, and his muscles tense with effort. His hands roam across your back, cupping your bottom and pulling you closer to him, as if he can't bear the thought of being separated from your body even for an inch.

You arch your back, moaning into the pillow as you feel yourself growing closer to the brink. The headboard thuds against the wall behind you with each powerful stroke, the sound muffled by the cushions beneath you. You reach up, threading your fingers through his hair, urging him on, needing him to take you over the edge. Tom senses this, and with a final, urgent thrust, he cries out, his body tense as he releases himself deep inside you.

You collapse against the couch, breathless and spent. Tom collapses on top of you, sweaty, naked bodies tangled together. He rolls off you, flopping onto his back beside you, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. The room is filled with the scent of sex and sweat, and the sound of your hearts pounding in your ears. You're aware of the sticky mess on the couch, but at the moment, you're too sated and content to care.

Tom's hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together. "God, that was amazing," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your shoulder. "I can't believe I've been fantasizing about this for so long."

You giggle, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Me neither," you reply, turning to face him. "I mean, I knew you were attractive, but I never thought…" Your voice trails off as you meet his eyes. There's something intense and vulnerable in his gaze, and you're struck by the realization that this isn't just about sex for him. He cares about you.

He smiles, running a finger down your cheek. "I care about you, y/n. I love you"

The words are out before he can stop them, and you feel a warmth spread through your chest. You look into his eyes, searching for any sign that he doesn't mean it, but all you see is sincerity. You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. You feel a blush creeping up your neck and into your cheeks, but you force yourself to meet his gaze. "I love you too, Tom."

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svnnysidez · 6 months

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i also finally figured out my bias line in xikers after the concert 😭 (yes i saw xikers in concert) number one is my pookie, my bae, my everything seeun (i was screaming his name so loud at the concert, like i have videos of him giving me looks) number two is junmin, three is hunter, four is jinsik and five is sumin. dont ask me to rank the rest i will have a brain annurysm.

#xikers smut #xikers x reader #xikers #xikers oh my god i love them so much

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aaaaafro · 10 months

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IT REALLY HAPPENED! I SAW NMIXX LIVE LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO!!!!

Initially, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, didn't have enough sleep and had to call in to work right after the concert despite what time it ended.

The moment I was at the concert the fucking line was shitting long! I didn't even make it after they performed O.O and Tank but finally sat before they introduce themselves.

Holy fucking fuck they are really shitting beautiful. I was closer to the stage this time unlike my ITZY experience and it was fucking day and night!

Of course NMIXX slayed each and every fucking performance! Live vocals, Choreo, and All! 4th Gen is in good hands!

And lastly... Bae... goddamn that girl is fine AF! LIKE I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING COMPREHEND HOW THE FUCK SOMEONE SO GOOD LOOKING AS THAT GIRL EXISTS. My jaw literally dropped the moment my eyes landed on her despite the considerable distance.

Overall the night was fun and unforgettable despite the short time it had considering their discography they really made every stage pop and you can't help even complain.

Hoping they'll be back soon and I'll promise myself to be closer the next time.

#nmixx #nice to mixx you

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lgcmanager · 2 years

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LEGACY PROJECT: FUTURE DREAM S005 ( FINALE )

LAST TIME ON FUTURE DREAMS…

all of the trainees were given an unexpected surprise — the performances that they were practicing so hard on would be scrapped and instead of performing for a smaller audience, they would be performing for the last stop at LGC’s FAMILY CON 2K22 in seoul! reactions from the trainees are shown and it leaves people wondering how the trainees will cope with the sudden change of events.

RANKINGS

what they don’t know is that at some point before LGC’s FAMILY CONCERT, all of the coaches have gathered along with KIM HYUNCHEOL and LEE ISEUL as they discuss the performances the coaches saw on AUGUST 6.

“even though that was only the midway point, who do you think did the best?” ISEUL asked as he looked at the coaches who were present during those performances.

one coach revealed, “we’ve debated a bit, but we can confirm that the girls did a lot better than the boys. even though there were more boys in the teams, some of us noticed that there are still some lacking in certain areas or not trying as hard as they should have. the senior artists have given them some advice and they did listen to it, but… so did the girls too. as a result, it made the gap between the two even wider.” he paused as he looked at the coach next to him, the one who supposedly spent the most time watching all of the contestants during their practice sessions. returning his attention back towards ISEUL and HYUNCHEOL, he continued on, “but between the two girl groups, we felt that the DALLA DALLA team did the best.”

a female coach chimed in as she added, “on the other hand, for the boys we thought that the HALLA HALLA team did the best.” the coaches continued on to discuss the teams in-depth, but that bit was left muted as viewers got to see ISEUL and HYUNCHEOL jotting down notes about the teams and what the overall rankings would be.

the next scene transitions to ISEUL and HYUNCHEOL in an interview room as they reveal to the viewers the rankings for a few more contestants.

( important note: the rankings below were only shown to the PUBLIC and not to the contestants. so they do not know this until later on after the show. in addition to that, for PART 1’s rankings, the order may have switched a bit so the number your muse received in the last fd post [after all of the week 0’s scores were added] could have possibly changed this time around. just like before, only a few of the spots have been revealed. )

OVERALL RANKINGS: bae woobin ( 14 ), kim dawon ( 13 ), cha hyoseop ( 11 ), pongsak tee ( 8 )

FAMILY CONCERT 2K22

snippets of the preparation are shown as people got to see how the trainees handle not only being a part of legacy’s biggest annual event, but even the day of when the meet and greet happens. as fans congregated and waited in line to meet some of their favorite aspiring idols, some of them were given a chance to be interviewed for the show.

“ah,” a woman around her early 20s paused to think about how she would answer the question that was given to her regarding which team she would support for this round. “i’ve been a huge fan of NABI since lgc girls japan, but DOWOON and KEEHO are slowly becoming my bias wreckers too. omo, what am i going to do?? i don’t even know who i’ll vote for in the end…” she trailed off as she touched her cheeks. “umm…fighting to everyone in future dreams! may the best team win!” she ends her interview abruptly with those words as she covers her face.

more interviews are shown and the viewers can easily tell that the voting for this time around will be a lot harder than usual. not only that, but as part of NABI and PARKER’s reward from the ‘impress the senior artists’ segment, they were both given a choice to use their reward. with both of them selecting to give an additional boost to their votes, it’s a complete mystery as to which team will win.

soon after, the edited performances from LGC’s FAMILY CONCERT are shown with more focus towards the FUTURE DREAMS trainees. there’s a note at the bottom of the screen that encourages people to check out the full performances on LGCENT’s youtube channel, for those who want to relive the experience again ( or see how the performances turned out in case they missed it ).

THE FINALE

the next day, all of the future dreams contestants gathered together on stage. the audience this time around is a lot smaller compared to the previous day, but some of them may have noticed a bit of a surprise in that all of the debuted artists ( IDOLS, MODELS, and ACTORS ) are sitting in the front rows. behind them are KIM HYUNCHEOL, head manager of the trainees; PARK JEONGAN, current CEO; and LEE ISEUL, head creative director sitting at the center with the table and chairs elevated so that everyone could see them.

“today is the finale of FUTURE DREAMS SEASON 5.” HYUNCHEOL begins to give a brief rundown of everything that has happened the last couple of hours. “in the last 24 hours, we’ve seen everyone give it their all in all of the activities and performances that were assigned to them. we watched as we saw the number of votes accumulate over time and that by the end of the voting period, we’ve received over one million votes.” some of the people in the audience were left in shock over how many people watched the concert last night. “and the competition was certainly tough. there were some periods when each of the teams gained a significant amount of votes, but after all of the contestants performed, there was a clear victor as to which team won and that team is… TEAM WE GO!” HYUNCHEOL and ISEUL look at the girls’ team and applaud them for their efforts.

“and now what you’ve all been waiting for.” HYUNCHEOL transitioned to the one thing everyone was waiting for. “the winner of this season is… SON NABI! congratulations, you are ranked number 1 and will be releasing a solo later this year. please congratulate her and everyone else for participating!” he allows everyone to clap and cheer over the announcement. but after a few minutes, ISEUL stands up and breaks the celebratory moment with a follow up announcement.

“as we watched each of the trainees over the course of this season, we weren’t looking solely for someone who would be given an opportunity to release a single. we were looking for other aspects too. many of you know that several of our PROJECT ORIGIN individuals have debuted and become idols—” ISEUL pauses as he looks at the members of TYPE ZERO, V&A, CRYSTALLIS, and FABULA. “... and with NABI ranked number 1 in this season and the only trainee left in LGC GIRLS, we thought quite a bit about legacy’s future and its lore. so we are happy to announce that NABI’s single will serve as a precursor to a new era that legacy will be introducing in the future.” ISEUL turned momentarily to look at JEONGAN and HYUNCHEOL as he waited for one of them to announce the next surprise.

JEONGAN took his microphone and began talking, “even though this season mostly focused on individual rankings, we did observe both the boys and girls to see their growth during the past few months. at first, we were rather surprised by the initial rankings as we saw most of the girls ranked high but as time went on we noticed that there were a few male trainees who surprised us at times.” his attention shifted towards DOWOON and he continued on, “in the past, you may have heard some of the coaches comment about your performances and how they enjoyed watching them. then when you performed in front of the senior artists, they also said something along those lines as well. even until now, the coaches can see that too. in fact, we can see your gradual improvement and we had a feeling throughout this season that you were ready to debut. the thing is that we wondered how we would see you in a group. it was why you were given an array of concepts, to see where we see you best and after yesterday’s performance, we know the answer now.”

“congratulations, you will be debuting as a member of TYPE ZERO — a group that takes on a variety of concepts, since like the meaning of the group, it is the middle area between VERSUS and AGITO. we were looking for someone who is versatile and can take on an array of concepts and that is one of your strengths as a performer.” JEONGAN announced as he lets everyone celebrate for a short period before politely instructing DOWOON to move to the side. “but DOWOON will not be the only one joining TYPE ZERO. there was another one that we didn’t quite expect initially. we knew that he had the talent for it, but as time went on we soon noticed that he was a fan favorite, especially with the idols.” JEONGAN chuckled as he eyed towards the idols who voted for the trainee. “PARKER,” he calls out his name before announcing the next bit of good news. “you will be joining DOWOON and debuting as a TYPE ZERO member. we were aware of how talented you were vocally and when we asked the senior artists how they felt about your performance, they saw a lot of potential in you as a future idol. some even mentioned that they thought you were ready to become an idol too. so congratulations to you as well and please stand next to DOWOON.” another set of loud cheers and applauds could be heard, giving time for both of the trainees to take in the surprising news.

HYUNCHEOL concludes the finale with his speech, "and that’s the end of the fifth season of FUTURE DREAMS. thank you to everyone for participating and see you in the next season.” confetti started to fall from above and as people were cheering over everything that had happened, ‘JIKJIN’ started to play first followed by ‘SAME SAME DIFFERENT’. once the two songs have finished and the final rankings have been revealed to the public, the season slowly comes to an end.

… but it’s not the end of the idol journey for everyone else.

while the FUTURE DREAM CONTESTANTS slowly head back to their dorms to pick up their belongings, they began to hear noises from the intercom. rather than hearing HYUNCHEOL, ISEUL, or JEONGAN’s voices, one of the coaches ends up speaking instead on their behalf.

“all of the trainees except NABI, DOWOON, and PARKER must meet at the assigned locations on OCTOBER 10 at 10:00AM sharp! this isn’t the end of your journey yet because you have an important task ahead of you! for now, enjoy this rest period and good job, everyone!”

the message ends abruptly, but all of them were given the important details that would give some sort of insight as to what OCTOBER 10 holds for all of them via text.

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just like what the above says, this isn’t the end just yet! after this post will be the TYPE ZERO MISSION, so DOWOON and PARKER will know their schedule ahead of time. for NABI and everyone else… you will get your mission next week! as usual, please look forward to it and thank you to everyone who has participated! it was quite a project to take on and with this coming to an end, that means that it’s the start of something new.

we would like to use the remaining bit of this post to reveal some of the details behind the ranking process. we’ve already mentioned in the past how WEEK 0’s prompts were scored, but since this season has finished we can talk more ooc wise as to how the rankings were for the rest of the season.

it’s best to first look at THIS PAGE where we’ve listed the rankings for each of the rounds in order to get a better understanding of the explanation we’re about to mention.

for “PART 0 / WEEK 3” ( the first column ), the blue cells indicate the muses who received additional points due to their perceived ranking and their actual rankings. the orange cells indicate the muses who lost points due to the same reason. the rankings after that ( as in for parts 1 and 2 ) were predominantly based on completion and submission of the writing requirements, distribution of the points earned during that period, team compositions, and whether your muse was debut ready.

as for the FD contestants, the only time they were aware of the full ranking list was during the finale and it was the last ranking ( the ranking closest to the right side ).

DISCLAIMER: not ALL future dreams follow this scoring system, but for this season this is how it went! next season could be a totally different one so do not expect it to be the same since at the end of the day, this is a roleplay and we wanted you to have some fun ( and possibly use any feedback that you’ve received as a plot suggestion to help with character development ). if you have any questions regarding the rankings, feel free to ask the main about it and we’ll do our best to answer it!

#lgc:futuredreams

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harlowsslut · 2 years

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Miles From Normal

A/N- Hey…Hey😀…How y’all doing?😸 So let's pretend i didn't disappear for a week.

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Jack Harlow x Reader

Summary- You are avoiding telling people you and Jack are dating. You guys eventually do but the way you did it is not the way you expected.

Warnings- cursing, fluff

You and Jack have been dating for 8 months. You knew eventually that you would have to tell people. You ignored it for a awhile. Every time Jack tried to talk to you about it, you diverted the conversation. You wanted too keep yours and Jacks relationship the same as it's always been.

He assured you that after you guys announced it that it wouldn’t change the way he saw you or loved you. But you knew he was terrified, even if he tried his hardest to hide it. You knew that the twitter comments, the criticism, and online news articles would get to his head. So when the time came to tell, you avoided to every extent you could. "Y/N" "hmm" you hummed half asleep.

"You gotta get up babe" he stated rubbing your back. Jack had gotten up early to do checks for the concert he was headlining and to do some other things. "I'd rather not" you mumbled "Okay" he mumbled into your hair while kissing your head. "Well im leaving to go do checks and some other stuff" "K. I love you" you said turning onto your back looking into his eyes.

"I love you to" he exclaimed leaning down to kiss your lips. You could stay in that position for eternity. "Mamas" he mumbled into the kiss, "I gotta go". "K". "I'll have Urban or someone from my team come and get you to take you to the show" "What time does it start again" "5 my love". It was 7 am.

"I'll be there at 4" "im sure you will" "LOVE YOU, BYE" Jack screamed. "I LOVE YOU TOO". You were in bed till 11. The only reason you got up was cause you had chores to do. You had to clean the house, go to the grocery store, and go shopping just cause. You got up took a shower, washed your face, and picked out something to wear. You decided to wear a cropped tank top, your air forces, and a little jewelry.

Also you picked out a little handbag to go with. You weren’t that hungry so you didn’t bother to make breakfast. You wanted to get back in your bed as fast as you could. You grabbed your keys and left. “Gross” you commented.

Your car was filled with fast food bags. Stress Eating is a bitch. “I’ll do it later…or get Jack to do it”. First stop was the grocery store. You didn’t have a specific list if stuff you needed, so you basically went with your gut. You walked out with everything but food.

“Note to self: Don’t tell Jack i just bought more then 100$ worth of anything but food”. Next stop was the mall. It was so crowded, you had to park at the walmart next door. You didn’t wanna be there any longer than you had to so you got in and got out. You were not getting stuck in traffic. You went to so many stores you had to ask one of the security guards to help you with your bags.

You got you and Jack matching shoes, matching jogger sets, and matching jackets. The jackets had yours names on the back. Was it corny? Yes! Is it cute though? Also yes!. You finally got home at around 4 so that gave you enough time to get ready. It took you about 10 minutes to shower and wash you hair. But at least another 20 to figure out what to wear.

Your a very indecisive person. One of your best traits Jack says. You decided on something simple but still compliments what Jack was wearing. A white button up with a “California” crewneck. For shoes you chose off white converses.

Jewelry you just wore some plain gold pieces and your promise ring from Jack. By the time you were done it was around 5 and Urban just texted you.

Urb👺: Hurry up. Don’t wanna miss your baes show😻.

You and Urban were practically best friends. A bunch of people thought you and Urb were dating him for the longest time. You hurried up, grabbed your bag and got in the black suv outside you home.

“Send me a text like that again and i will hurt you” “Love you to Y/N” “Stfu and drive please” you said smiling. “whatever”. What felt like hours you finally pulled up to the venue. Riding with Urban wasn’t so bad actually. You too blasted a bunch of music.

Some of Jacks songs and some of Nicki Minaj. “Get out” “Hmmmm- No!” “Y/N. I will crash this car right now”. You knew he was bluffing. “Ok” “Ok”. He took his foot off the brake and the car started rolling.

You just sat on your phone scrolling thru instagram. After about a minute he slammed on the brakes. “Your an asshole” “I know” you said smiling while getting out the car. You already knew where to go. You got to the back and saw Jack getting mic’d up so you just went to his dressing room.

He eventually texted you asking where you were and you said his dressing room. You didn’t even here him come in, you wouldn’t have known he was in the room until he plopped down in the couch next to you. You would be lying if you said you didn’t have a mini heart attack. “Hello lover boy” “Hi mamas. What did you do today” “Bought alot of stuff.

I got us a bunch of matching stuff”. His face lit up. He loves matching clothes. Jack had a little while before he went on so you and him just sat on the couch talking the day away. You were interrupted by Urban running into the room.

“Jack! Dude you go on in like 2 minutes” “Crap ok we’re coming” “We?” “Yes we” “Jack- What did you do?” “Something! come on” Jack grabbed your hand and dragged you to the side of the stage. They called Jack onto stage. After awhile the crowd calmed down. “Before we get this show started i have a special person i would like y’all to meet” You knew were this was going and you hated it. “My Gf!”.

Your heart sank. You didn’t wanna go but you had to for Jacks sake. You walked out on that stage like a runway model. And the way Jack looked at you. You knew you would never let him go.

You walked up to Jack and kissed his cheek. After all that you went back stage and hung out with Urban and Jacks manager. Jack eventually finished. You guys decided to stay for the whole show. After the show you and Jack went to interact with his fans.

His fans were so sweet but seemed to be more in love with him then you were. It was a bit concerning. You eventually left but. “So you know how i said i went grocery shopping earlier today” “Yea” “So i didn’t actually get food” “Y/N!” “WHAT?” “You had one job” “You shouldn’t expect much from me” “why can’t you be normal” “Baby, im miles from normal” you announced.

#jack harlow x reader #harlowsslut #Jackrailme #jackhasmyheart #bae #imback

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Encore

Nestor Oceteva x F!Reader

Inspired by Day 20 of the July Prompts: concert

Warnings: alcohol

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Just a soft little somethin’ for our boy Nestor! It’s always nice to picture him having someone sweet to come home to

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Your music was too loud for you to hear him pull in the driveway. You were too into your singing to hear the key turn in the lock and the door being pushed open. You slid across the hardwood floor in your fuzzy socks, singing dramatically into the handle of your spoon as you got ready to give the pasta a stir on the stove.

Nestor was trying to hold in his laughter as he took off his shoes and shrugged off his holster. He stayed back out of the kitchen, reveling in the sight of you after a long few days at work. There were a lot of times when he wondered what you did when you were home by yourself. The scene in front of him had most definitely crossed his mind before, and he was glad that it was the case. He spotted the almost-empty glass of wine on the counter next to the stove, and he wondered how many you’d had before then.

You swayed your hips to the beat of the song as you stopped in front of the stove. You were still singing along passionately as you stuck the spoon back into the pot to stir the pasta. Your head bobbed slightly as you reached over to grab your glass of wine. Finishing it off, you finally turned around to face the rest of the house.

A smile broke out across your face when you saw him standing there. Setting your glass down a little harder than maybe you should’ve, you turned down the music and took off towards him, sliding to close the distance as you practically smacked into his chest. He laughed as he wrapped his arms around you, and you happily returned the favor.

“How come you never hold concerts when I’m home?” he asked as he smiled, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

“Because then you’d have to sing with me and I know you’d never do that,” you looked up at him, laughing quietly as you cupped his face and pulled him into a kiss, “Welcome home.”

He hummed in approval as you trailed your fingers through his facial hair, “It’s nice to be back.”

“Lucky for you,” you turned and walked towards the kitchen, keeping your hand locked with his so you could tug him with you, “I made enough for both of us.”

“Let me go shower quick,” he said, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your middle for a moment, kissing the side of your neck.

“Alright, fine,” you gave him your pout, breaking out into giggles when he placed a kiss on your stuck-out lip.

Once he disappeared towards the bathroom, you turned the music back up again. You put the finishing touches on the meal while he was in the shower, dancing your way back and forth across the kitchen to get plates, silverware, and glasses for each of you. You were mid shoulder shimmy when he came back into the kitchen in his t-shirt and sweatpants, hair in a low, loose ponytail. You smiled as you sang into the fork in your hands, sauntering up to him before holding it out to him like a microphone.

He laughed, shaking his head as he gently pushed the utensil away, “Maybe after a few glasses of wine for myself, you’ll rope me into a duet.”

You chuckled, “Remember you said that.”

“I said maybe,” he couldn’t help but to smile as he watched your body sway as you portioned out food for both of you.

After dinner, the two of you elected to just lounge on the couch and rewatch a show you’d seen a million times before. You weren’t paying all that much attention to it, and you doubted that he was either. Your head was rested in his lap, looking up at him with a tired but content smile on your face. He was so relaxed, gently running his hand up and down your thigh. It wasn’t often that he came home in such good condition—not a single new bump or scrape to be seen. Whatever the business was, must’ve been handled well. He didn’t offer up the details, so you didn’t ask. You were just glad that he was back.

He started to lightly scratch the top of your head and you felt your eyes getting heavier by the second. You fought it at first, wanting to soak up his first night back home, but you were no match for the relaxation that he was sending through you. Before you knew it, you were drifting completely off to sleep with your head still perched in his lap.

When you woke up, the house was almost completely dark. He had the light on above the sink, casting a dim, warm glow in the kitchen. You propped yourself up, eyes still not fully open as you looked over into the kitchen.

Nestor was standing at the sink, washing the dishes from the dinner the two of you had eaten just before. As your eyes adjusted and focused a little more, you noticed that he was bobbing his head slightly. Smiling to yourself, you got off the couch as quietly as you could and made your way over towards the kitchen. When you got a little closer, you could hear him singing ever so quietly. You bit down lightly on your bottom lip, not having ever heard him sing before.

You stopped at the entrance to the kitchen, listening to the quiet, docile tones of his voice. After a minute of just soaking that in, you crept closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind like he’d done to you earlier. Pressing the side of your face into his back, you smiled. You had felt his body tense up for all of a moment before relaxing when he realized it was only you.

“And I didn’t even need to get you all wined up,” you chuckled softly against his back.

He laughed as he shut the water off and dried his hands, finally turning around to face you, “Not this time.”

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mystical-flute · 3 years

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Hustling For the Good Life (SFWeek Day 3)

No Curse (Our World) AU or Season 3 AU

@mysteryandnonstopfun

AO3 || FFN

Emma’s stare was harsh and aimed in the direction of her parents and Regina. “We can’t.”

There was absolutely no time to argue. Pan’s curse was steadily drawing near, the sky already taking on a dark, ominous hue, swallowing up the buildings and people that had called Storybrooke home for twenty-eight years.

“Emma, you have to go. It’s the only way to keep Henry safe!” Snow protested.

Neal turned away from the small family, and looked at Belle. “Are you going to be okay, Belle?”

“Don’t worry about me. Your father would want you and Henry to be safe, Bae,” she said. “Besides, Snow has been kind enough to allow me to stay with them… if we’re able to get back to their castle.”

So much was unknown about what was going to happen. Neal was worried he might throw up.

He put on a brave smile that he knew neither of them bought.

“You guys need to hurry!” Ruby suddenly cried, glancing over her shoulder at the purple storm clouds racing toward them. “It’s almost here!”

Neal squeezed Belle’s hand and turned to Emma and Henry. “Let’s - let’s get to safety, then.”

He should have been happy that the life he and Emma deserved to have was within his grasp, but like everything with magic, the price was too damn steep, and it wouldn’t be worth it.

They might not remember Storybrooke, but he knew the pain in Snow, David, and Regina’s eyes would never leave.

“I’m sorry it has to be this way,” he said, passing Regina on his way to the bug.

“Just keep Henry safe. Please.”

“You know we will.”

Neal gave Hook one final glance, and a single nod of acknowledgement before he got in the passenger’s seat once Henry was safely in the back. He and Emma clasped their hands over the gear shift, the familiar rumbling of the bug almost making him smile as Emma began to drive.

None of them took their eyes off the mirrors as their loved ones -

“Em? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, glancing at her. “Allergies acting up?”

Emma took her hand off his, using it to wipe her eyes before she pulled to the side of the road. “No - sorry. I just got a little overwhelmed at the thought of our apartment in Boston. We’ve lost everything, Neal. Our clothes, our furniture, our pictures - ”

“But not our lives,” he said, rubbing her back. “Emma, we’re lucky we weren’t home when the fire broke out. We can replace the stuff, but we can’t replace each other.”

Henry looked up from his game. “I’m not reenacting those baby pictures.”

Neal snort-laughed. “You don’t have to, bud. But just be aware that your mom and I might take a few extra pictures of you for the foreseeable future.”

Henry scowled, rolling his eyes, and immersed himself in Zelda again.

Emma chuckled. “New York then. Almost home.”

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“It’s a boy!” the doctor announced, Henry’s cries cutting through the air.

“Healthy pair of lungs on him,” the nurse chuckled, rubbing him down. “Oh darling, it’s okay. Let’s get you to Mama, hmm?”

Emma and Neal, two terrified eighteen year olds, were in shock as the nurse laid him in Emma’s arms.

“H - hi baby…” Emma whispered as his cries slowly died down and he stared at them with wonder in his dark eyes. “I’m - I’m your mama… and that’s your daddy…”

The first year had been rough, of course. They lived in a tiny, one-bedroom apartment in Tallahassee, waitressing and whatever else they could find. They clawed and saved whatever they could, to give Henry more than what they’d had.

But more important than things, was love. Henry had two parents that loved him more than anything in the world, which is much more than Neal or Emma could say for themselves.

They were happy, most of all. Yeah the apartment was a squeeze, and there were on and off issues with bugs, but through it all, the three of them were happy.

They married when Henry was three - a small ceremony in Boston after they��d moved there for Emma’s job. He’d gotten a better job not long after that, as a photographer, and he was really, really good at it, like Emma was good at tracking down criminals.

And so the little family moved up in the world. From a one-bedroom apartment to a two bedroom, they could buy new toys and clothes for Henry instead of hoping they found something at a thrift store or garage sale. It finally felt like they were where they were meant to be.

Emma’s twenty-eighth birthday came and went, and Neal felt a twist of guilt in his gut when August’s voice echoed in his head.

The problem was, Neal hadn’t heard anything from August. No postcard, no email… nothing. No information as to where this supposed curse was?

So how was he supposed to get Emma to her supposed destiny if he didn’t know where he was going?

He had a job, a family. They couldn’t just drive across the country and hope they got lucky.

Then there had been the fire, the spring after Emma’s birthday. They’d been on a camping trip in Maine, Neal taking photos of the coast and Emma insisting Henry needed less time in front of the screen, when they’d gotten the call.

Everything in their apartment was gone, the building itself almost totally a loss.

He’d been transferred to New York.

So they’d started over, again.

New York had been good to them - incredibly so.

The magazine he’d gotten a job with had offered to pay for their rent for two months while they got new furniture and settled into the city.

Henry was thriving in school, making friends and joining the art club. It was everything Neal had ever hoped for.

And after they’d settled in, new furniture and wardrobes abound, they had received a call from one of Emma’s contacts with the NYPD. A two year old girl had been found in an abandoned apartment. No family that the cops or child services could find, and the girl didn’t say anything other than her name - Audrey.

So they’d taken her in, adoption paperwork being expedited given the strangeness of the situation.

All she had to her name was a pink baby blanket, not unlike the one Emma had.

It felt like fate, adopting Audrey the way it happened.

Or something else, but Neal pushed that thought aside as he situated her in her chair, watching as she carefully fed herself.

Emma slid into the seat next to her, a plate in her hand.

“Busy day today?” she asked.

“Nah, just editing the pictures from the Elton John concert last night. I can do it from here,” he said with a shrug, glancing over at a knock on the door. “I got it.”

When he pulled the door open, he’d wished he hadn’t.

“Baelfire.”

He felt the color drain from his face. “Hook. What the hell are you doing here?”

To his shock, Hook actually looked relieved to see him, like it hadn’t been 200 years since they saw each other. Like they had actually been friendly last he saw him. “I came to get you three, Baelfire. To take you home.”

“Home? You must be insane. I am home.”

“Emma’s parents need help, Baelfire. So does your father.”

His eyes narrowed. “Did August send you?”

Hook’s face radiated confusion. “Who’s August?”

That was a no, then, and that didn’t make Neal feel any better about Hook being here. He shouldn’t even know what he looked like - he’d been fourteen when they last saw each other! “Why should I believe you? After everything? And why would you give a damn about my father?”

“He saved my life.”

Neal laughed, then winced when he remembered Emma and Henry were only feet away. “Why would he save you ?”

Hook shrugged. “I was collaterally saved.”

“As always,” he spat.

“Dad?” Henry called. “You okay?”

“Just a second, Henry!” Neal turned back to Hook and narrowed his eyes. “Get lost. Whatever you’re selling, I don’t want it.”

Hook sighed, holding out a piece of paper. “Fine. If you change your mind, I’m staying here.”

Neal frowned as he took it, watching Hook disappear back down the hall. How had Hook been able to get a hotel room?

This was weird, and despite his instincts telling him to stay away from anything related to the Enchanted Forest, Hook had mentioned Emma’s parents. If they were involved in this, maybe there was more to Emma being left on the side of the road.

So, with Henry at school, Emma at work, and Audrey at daycare, Neal did what his brain was yelling at him not to do, and wandered to the address Hook had given him. To his surprise, it wasn’t a hotel at all, but an apartment building. He was let in no problem, and stood in front of the door.

Why was this familiar?

He pushed the door open, and resisted the urge to toss his keys on a nearby table (why had he wanted to do that?). Instead, he picked up an envelope that caught his attention, dropping it in shock.

Why was his name on it?

He left the envelope on the floor, glancing again around the apartment, and his heart stopped.

The yellow dreamcatcher he and Emma had snatched was hanging from a window. Rushing to it, he lifted it into his hands, afraid it would break.

It should have burned in the fire. How was it here?

“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” Hook’s voice rumbled from the doorway.

Neal spun around. “Hook, what the hell is this?”

Hook didn’t answer, instead, he pulled a vial of blue liquid from his pocket and held it out. “Your memories of the past year have been erased, Bae.”

“Neal.” He made no move to take the vial.

Hook sighed. “Neal. Please. You have to trust me.”

“Why?”

“It’s like I said - Emma’s family is in danger. A witch is plotting something against her parents. I only just escaped in time before they were sent back to Storybrooke.”

Neal bit his lip and looked around the apartment again. That might explain why he never heard from August, but getting Emma to do anything regarding her parents would be worse than pulling teeth.

He took the vial and drained it, lurching back in pain when the memories began to flood in.

Oh no.

Neal’s eyes were wide with horror as they settled down, and looked up at Hook again. “Killian…”

Killian grinned. “There you are, lad.”

“How’s Belle?”

Killian had a hesitant look on his face. “She’s… as well as she can be. Your father is alive, Bae, but he’s missing, and with Emma’s parents in danger - ”

“The witch might have something to do with it.” She probably had something to do with it, really. “What about Emma and Henry’s memories?”

Hook pulled out two more vials, his face sad. “I’m sorry I had to wake you up, Bae.”

He sighed, remembering the devastation before they’d crossed the town line, Emma’s tearful, almost childish refusal to leave her parents, and the broken look Regina had tried to hide when Henry wasn’t looking. “Don’t be. This is… going to be for the best.”

What it meant for him and Emma, time would only tell.

The Bug was quiet as they raced through the night, back to Storybrooke. Hook, Henry, and Audrey were asleep in the back, but Neal was wide awake.

“Emma…” he said quietly. “About us - ”

Her head snapped over, visible confusion on her face. “What about us?”

“I mean… the marriage, the amount of love we have for each other - ”

“False memories or not, the love I have for you is real, Neal Cassidy,” she said. “I was going to meet you at Granny’s, give you that second chance before Pan’s curse. Although… I guess that was a second chance too.”

Neal smiled, relieved. “So you wanna stay married to me?”

Emma smiled back. “Neal Cassidy, I’ll marry you in any lifetime.”

#sfweek2021 #swanfire #emma swan #neal cassidy #ouat

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flooffybits · 4 years

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Part of You

Idol: Bae Joohyun (Red Velvet) & Jennie Kim (Blackpink)

Irene and Jennie are forced to stay at home while their girlfriend is out of the country, touring with her group, instead of being at home. They understand, because they have to leave for tour, too. But when your tour is as frequent as yours, they can’t help but miss you more than they do.

“Jennie, come on, stop sulking.” The older girl cooed at her girlfriend when she entered the room, tablet in hand as she walked over to the bed where the Blackpink member was busy rolling and pouting to herself.

Said girl only stopped rolling around the bed and huffed, pout still present as she made room for the latter and then wrapped her arms around her waist to snuggle into her while she whined. “But I want Y/n to come home.” She complained, making Joohyun playfully roll her eyes whilst she patted the younger girl’s head.

“I know you do, and so do I, but she’s still in Europe with the rest of the girls.” She reminded before showing the tablet. “They have a show that we said we would be watching, so come on.” Groaning, Jennie moved so that they were both settled against the headboard of their shared bed.

Even though it was already late for them, the pair wanted to be able to watch your performance since they weren’t exactly capable of joining you on tour. With how long you’ve been away, this would be the only time they had together where they could see you.

Joohyun was preparing it to the link you had sent them so that they could see the concert live. It took a while of convincing from management, but you were able to make it possible without having the link leaked because it would be a very big question as to why you would have it in the first place.

As soon as the stadium was shown on the screen, Jennie’s eyes was immediately looking for the familiar figure of their girlfriend, despite the dark area. Joohyun was much more relaxed as she waited, grinning as she ran her fingers through Jennie’s hair in a comforting manner.

When the lights finally came to life and the screaming of fans increased, the two girls would feel pride swelling in their chest when you came up with your members. All of you were dressed in black and red clothing, dancing flawlessly, thanks to the countless times you’ve practiced.

They were cheering for you despite only watching from the screen, and when the camera panned over to show a close up of you, they would squeal even more, chanting your name as if they were in the crowd.

There was the change of outfits in between, so they were able to see some of your outfits in some of your music videos that made them more than pleased, especially when it came to performing your latest song.

When it came to special stages, they were holding their breath, waiting for you to make your appearance. Joohyun was no longer calm, frankly, she was just as excited as her taller girlfriend after watching you perform and hearing your voice.

“How are they able to do all that without looking tired?” Joohyun had questioned when she tucked her hair behind her ear, her motherly instincts picking up as she awaited your performance. “Their choreography is harder compared to ours. I’m just amazed that they’re still going, considering their concept is more on pop rock.” Jennie commented as she bounced in her place, making the older girl chuckle at her child-like expression.

When it was finally your turn, they were already giggling like school girls who had seen their crush. “Her outfit is always on point. Their stylist is good.” Jennie would say, making Joohyun laugh at the fashionista and playfully poke her side. “Of course, that’s what you notice.”

Jennie flinched at the poke and lightly swatted her hand away. “I was just saying! Our baby deserves to look the best.” She defended before turning back to watch you.

The moment they did, you were already at the chorus and both girls were blushing wildly because of the way your body moved. Of course, they expected this due to you dancing EXO’s The Eve, but they rarely see you performing songs with that kind of choreography.

Though there were times that your group covered for others with that kind of concept, it wasn’t often for them to see you dancing like that. Even with such a badass image, they knew well enough that you were capable of seducing anyone with a look, if the body rolls and winks weren’t enough proof of it.

They know that you aren’t usually like this. The confident and sexy Y/n was only for the stage, but when you were home, you were their soft and dorky girlfriend.

When the end of the concert finally came, the pair were cuddled up on the bed, the tablet resting between them as your group talked to the people who attended, thanking them for their time and saying goodbye.

But when the camera closed in on you, their brows quirked up at seeing you crouching down on the edge of the stage and talking animatedly to a couple fans. Looking closer, they could see something being handed to you before you gladly accepted it, making the shouting grow louder when you stood up, only to drape the rainbow flag across your shoulders and wrapping it around yourself.

The action made them smile even more, if that was possible. Something they loved about your group was that all of you were very open-minded people and that you never failed to show your support to anyone.

At first, it worried them because Korea wasn’t exactly very welcoming, but the more that time passed, your group has never gotten any form of hate or backlash and they were only left in wonderment as your popularity continued to grow. You may not have been too popular in Korea, but internationally, people knew who you were and that was more than enough.

Though they were a bit upset with the fact that your group still didn’t get your first win. They were sure you would have won when you performed at an award show with your comeback, but for some reason, the win went to someone else, where people found it odd with how the numbers just didn’t add up. Even those who weren’t fans of your group were sure that you would have won and others even did the calculations themselves. No matter how you looked at it, your group should have had your first win that day.

That was why it simply broke their hearts to see you so downhearted with your members. When the question of what your dream was, your answers were no longer “Our first win.” but “To have more fans” instead.

They did their best to cheer you up at that time and you were thankful for their support, but you eventually learned to move on from it. It had only served to make you work harder.

“Can she please come home, now?” Jennie whined as she watched you happily interact with your members. She missed you dearly ever since you had to leave last month. She actually complained that your tour was too long and Joohyun ended up laughing and teasing her for it because they were both away much more than you usually were.

Joohyun smiled at the younger girl and kissed her forehead. “You’re so clingy, Jen. She’ll be home in a few days.” She reminded, knowing that you would probably be filming a bit more before coming back. “But I want her now!” The younger girl protested before she looked to the other. “Don’t you dare make fun of me because I know you miss her, too.”

The latter raised her hands in defense, her eyes filled with mirth as she smiled. “I do, but you don’t see me acting like a baby, do you?” She retorted playfully, making the other pout as she crossed her arms across her chest. “You love me anyway.”

Now that earned herself a small smile from the older girl and a tender kiss was pressed against her lips before Joohyun kissed her cheek.

Joohyun wakes up, a little before six in the morning. Though she and Jennie stayed up to watch your performance, her body always woke her up early even when she didn’t need to.

It was something she often hated because she wants to keep sleeping, but at this moment, she was happy to be awake when she saw the text on her phone. Immediately, she pressed the call button and waited until you answered her.

Looking next to her, she giggled with how Jennie was still curled up on her side, one of your hoodies wrapped around her figure whilst Joohyun had another.

Her heart started beating faster when her phone finally showed the light of your hotel room. She was just so excited to see you, so when your face finally popped up, she couldn’t contain the smile that crawled up her face.

“Hi baby.” You murmur with a wave of your hand and she coos at how soft you looked. “Hey, why aren’t you asleep?” She asks quietly. Even with her want to see you, she could never help her motherly instincts when it came to your health.

“I just got cleaned up.” You tell her, stretching on the bed while a pillow was held to your chest. “Also, I was hoping to see at least one of my favorite girls.” You grin at her before a sound comes from the background.

“You called?”

From the screen, Joohyun could see as you playfully rolled your eyes and shooed the person away. “Sorry, that was Bora.” You apologize sheepishly due to your friend’s loud voice after you threw a pillow at her.

“I’m surprised you haven’t switched roommates.” Joohyun muses, knowing your members well enough to know just how playful and loud they could be.

If she thought her members were crazy, she was more surprised when she got to know more about yours.

You laughed at her remark and cock your head to the side. “It’s fine. Bora is fun to have around when she isn’t yelling all the time.” Jennie moved closer into Joohyun’s side as the older girl continued to listen to you. Her fingers moving to run through her soft locks.

“Is Jennie still sleeping?” You ask with a smile on your face. And as Joohyun was about to reply, the younger girl piped up, yawning as she moved so that she could peek at the screen and a sleepy smile appeared on her face. “Not anymore.”

Your smile only seemed to widen at the sight of your two girlfriends. “Good morning, princess.” She takes a while to properly wake herself, and when she realizes that she is talking to you, Joohyun is already grinning at her, stifling a laugh when she gave her a tiny squeeze.

“Y/n!” Jennie bolted upright, the phone coming to her hands when she snatched it from the older woman and both of you giggled before she’s hitting your other girlfriend. “How could you be on call without me?” Joohyun just rolled her eyes while you watch them in amusement.

“Is our Jennie whining?” You teased her but she only answered with a huff. “She’s been like this since yesterday when we were watching your performance.” Joohyun piped up when she rested her chin on the other girl’s shoulder. “I want Y/n to come now. I want her now.” She mocked in good nature while you smile at the two. “Don’t worry, I’ll be home soon.”

They could tell that you were tired, if having to sing and dance in front of thousands of people for a couple hours wasn’t tiring enough. They also knew that you were often one of the people in your group that made sure everyone was alright despite the fact that you weren’t exactly the eldest nor were you the leader.

“Is soon going to be in an hour?” Jennie asked hopefully, the adorable little pout on her lips again while she stared at you and you mentally cooed at your girlfriend’s antics. “I’m sorry, princess, but you know that we still have to film some things and I can’t back out since I’m the one who requested it.”

Damn you for being adorable, Jennie thinks, her pout growing deeper and Joohyun had to laugh before she’s addressing you. “Don’t worry about it, Y/n. We know that you’re busy. We just miss you.” She said, making you nod. “Also, while you’re away, please be careful. I don’t want another call from your members saying that you got lost while taking pictures.”

You just grinned sheepishly at your girlfriend while nodding your head. “I know. The unnies are always making sure that I don’t disappear without telling them, now.” Your love for photography was simply endearing and everyone knew that you loved to take pictures, but the one time you and your group went for a gathering due to a successful comeback, they ended up calling your girlfriends and asking if you had gone home.

It sent both girls into a panic when no one was able to find you, and the fact you weren’t answering made it worse. It wasn’t until the maknae spotted you by a few stalls did they all calm down, but you sure as hell did not hear the end of it with your members, only to have a second lecture when you got home to your worried girlfriends.

Checking the time, Jennie looked at you before she’s raising a brow. “Baby, it’s late.” She mumbled, seeing the way you were trying to keep your eyes open. “You’ve had a long day, and I’m sure that you’re busy tomorrow. You need to sleep.” Joohyun says worriedly and you smile at the pair.

“I know, but I want to hear about your day before I sleep. Did you enjoy the concert at least?”

Immediately, they smiled as they suddenly started gushing about the show, praising you for doing well and complimenting your members as well. “I feel like you intended to be a tease because you know we aren’t there to do anything.” Jennie huffed while shaking her head and Joohyun was crossing her arms. “Is this what happens when we go on tour?” She asked playfully. “You better be ready when you come home.”

But after they spoke, you didn’t say anything in reply. Curiously, their eyes went back to the tiny screen, only to see that your eyes have finally fallen shut and your breathing had evened out.

The peaceful expression on your face made both their hearts melt. It was always like this, and even when Jennie wanted to be annoyed, she couldn’t help but find it cute whenever you fell asleep. Joohyun, despite her worries, would feel a bit better because she’s given a reassurance that you’re able to fall asleep.

“Goodnight baby.” Jennie whispered quietly. “We love you, so much.” Joohyun added while she watched fondly, her hand gently rubbing at the younger girl’s side.

They let the call go on for a while, just quietly watching over you even with it just through a screen, until they’ve decided that it was safe to end the call.

You may not be physically there, but even when you were miles away from each other, there will always be a part of you in their hearts like you were in theirs.

So what if you had to be away for tours? At the end of it all, they were your home and vice versa. Being patient may have been something that each of you had to practice, but in the end, it was always worth it to have your favorite girls in your arms.

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Friendly Encounters- Chapter Three

𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎: A friend challenges you to go out of your comfort zone and talk to one of the cute boys at the café. However, after attempting to flirt with one of them, they reveal that they are in a relationship with each other. It’s fine, though, because you’re all friends now!

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒: Romance

𝑅𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔: Fluff

𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈: Mentions of sex, language, mature themes, mostly safe but not suitable for young audiences below the age of 16, and binge eating if you are easily triggered by that.

𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈: 5.8k+

𝒫𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: Jimin x Yoongi x Reader

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“My boyfriend actually called me his wife today.” “Oh yeah, well mine already proposed to me, that’s right, five years since we've started dating!”

“Oh, Lyric, you’re lucky. My boyfriend only ever invited me to his family’s tree trimming party and we got blessings from all of his great-aunts, uncles, and other relatives. His parents even call me their future daughter.” You roll your eyes at how unrelenting these girls are. They won’t even stop talking about boys for one second and you’ve been at this sleepover for five hours. It’s supposed to be the last sleepover of the decade as seniors, for everyone since you and this tiny group started planning in the seventh grade. Just because you’re all girls doesn’t mean boys are the only thing you have to talk about! It’s not an obligation. This isn’t a disney movie where the prince is going to marry the princess at the end, it’s real life and everyone is too fucking clingy to realize it.

“Can we not talk about boys tonight?” You finally ask out loud, earning a gasp from everyone in the vicinity, including Bae, who happens to be a lesbian. Even she was enjoying the boy talk.

“Why? That’s literally what sleepovers are about.” Your other friend, Joy points out. You sigh in frustration, falling back on the carpeted floor while hugging your soft ladybug plushie.

“Looks like someone’s having a bit of drama, we heard from Jessica. Now, tell mama River what’s really going on.” You take in a deep breath before slowly explaining your situation with the boys.

“And these boys are a gay couple?” Bae asks in a questioning tone.

“They are! But...after a certain encounter, I’m not really sure what to think. They’re older, and in love with each other, but I feel like I’m just intruding at times, you know?” Another girl that goes by the name of “Temoshika-san,” which is her japanese name nods in agreement, holding out a tray of foods for you to snack on.

“Eat. I binge whenever I’m stressed.” She says after you take a tiny bag of doritos.

“Hon..I’m gonna say something but I don’t think you’re going to like it.” Your most sensible friend, Toriel (oh yes I named her after an undertale character) says after a long moment of silence.

“Shoot. I’ve already made plans with them for next week to see a concert so there’s nothing that can surprise me now.” You bite your lips. It’s been an entire month since that day when Yoongi demanded you to lick ice cream off his boyfriend’s cheek and things escalated from there.

You didn’t have sex, but it was a close call. Your heart almost ran away from you. Yet, they don’t bring it up, so it’s safe to assume that they felt nothing from that encounter.

Maybe Jimin didn’t anyways. Or maybe he was feeling just as horny as you! Who knows? No guy has ever looked at you that way before, so you wouldn’t even know.

“I think that both of these boys might be catching feelings for you. But they’ve probably never had feelings for a girl before, so they don’t know how to go about it.” Her theory makes sense. Suddenly, all of the pieces click in your mind.

“You’re a genius, Toriel!” You give her a hug before whipping out your phone to text Jimin. Right on cue, you get a text! But you’re surprised to see that it's not from Jimin.

“Damn, that's some cold shit right there. I didn’t know what you did to piss him off so much.” Bae chuckles at your misery as you put your phone away.

“Wanna spill the details?” A girl by the name of Cleo asks. You roll your eyes.

“It was just Yoongi. He said he and Jimin wanted to talk to me. As if things haven’t been awkward enough.” You feel like you’re walking on eggshells with the two, as you’ve stopped hugging Jimin for longer than 10 seconds.

And you’ve stopped your musical obsessions with Yoongi as well, keeping the fangirling to a bare minimum. You just want everything to go back to normal, so you can continue onto your adult life without holding on so much to the past. And they aren’t the only things bothering you, but Jungkook has been desperately trying to fix your relationship.

Jasmine won’t so much as breathe in your direction, as she doesn’t need you anymore. She has everything. The popular clique, a hot boyfriend, and perfect grades. She isn’t bothering you at all, but you are tempted to scream in her face about keeping her boy toy in control. He keeps wandering out of her lane and onto yours. Which you think you can use to your advantage.

It’s not like you’re going to sleep with him or anything, you just think it’s the perfect opportunity to take back what was rightfully yours. And in this case, Jungkook is the perfect trophy. You don’t like objectifying people, but at this point you don’t even care if he used your name to impress a couple of underclassmen, you feel honored, actually, but you don’t actually care about him. He kissed you too, while he was dating her. That’s a sign that things aren’t looking too good for them.

Who are you kidding?! You should let them go. As if you have the balls to actually sneak around Jasmine’s back and snatch her boyfriend from her.

“Girl, just talk to them. I advise you to tell them as soon as possible what type of feelings you may or may not have for them. It’s gonna be okay.” Toriel pats your back as you recover from the growing anxiousness in your gut. Something tells you, everything is not going to be okay.

“Moving onto our next sleepover activity….horror stories!”

༻• The Next Day, At Your House •༺

You sneak into your home early in the morning, around 7 or 8, to be exact, hoping that Jimin and Yoongi were away at work. Your mom is already gone, as she texted you that she would be going on a business trip this particular week. The slumber party kept you awake all night, and the girls had really scary stories to share so you weren’t exactly calm...even now you are on edge as Jimin frightens you from behind.

“Hi.” You jump back, startled because of how quiet and swiftly he came up from behind you.

“H-hey. I thought I was home alone.” He gives you a sweet smile, the same comforting grin you saw that day in the cafe after you almost embarrassed yourself while asking for his number. Those were the good times, when you didn’t know what you were getting yourself into. A friendship with anyone of the opposite sex is complicated, after all. You convinced yourself of this since Yoongi and Jimin are 100% gay and show no signs of any lust or extra thirst after you but you still had awkward tension. Hell, even now after Jimin walked up from behind you like that, you still have a strange feeling in your gut.

“You thought wrong! Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about

how you almost peed your pants after I gave you a scare.” The mood is mellow, and you’re both comfortable around each other. Maybe Yoongi was the problem. But you don’t want to upset Jimin, as he’s your best friend at the moment and he’s been for you a lot more than anyone has been in the last decade.

“So, what’d I miss?” You ask, leaning in to give your best friend a hug. You inhale his strawberry-fresh scent, a little bit in awe as you’ve never gotten a waft of a nice-smelling boy. Jimin is an angel, a perfect exception. You hope you can find a man who’s as caring and attentive as he is, in the future.

“Yoongi and I have been thinking a lot about you recently, mainly how you opened up to the two of us about your life and leaned on us so easily, really it was crazy how you trusted us so easily when you barely knew either one of us,” You laugh sheepishly, mentally scolding yourself for being so childish in the first place. “But it was so admirable. And we thought, we could do the same for you. So you can learn more about the kind of people we are. We don’t like looking back on the past, but there are some parts that we just can’t leave behind. Like for example, our two exes,” At first, you think little of this. ‘He must mean the people that he and Yoongi dated before they found each other.’ That was your first thought. Just like he’s reading your mind, he answers your question, “We’re open to polyamory.” Your mouth drops to an “o” shape, and then you rack your brain for the correct answers.

You got nothing. You have no clue what the fuck a polyamory is.

“What’s that?” He chuckles at your innocence just as his boyfriend comes down the stairs.

“Hey, Yoongz, wanna explain what polyamory is to our good friend here?” You look up at the older man with curious eyes. You want to know.

“Multiple people in a relationship. Basically, Jimin and I used to invite over two other guys and we used to go on dates and do other stuff but it was really chill, nothing too serious.” You gawk as the two lean into each other for a kiss and then Jimin crawls into Yoongi’s lap before turning his head to stare at you. Two pairs of eyes are just on you, and you feel so vulnerable with all the attention on you.

“Anyways, I wanted to mainly apologize for what happened that night with the ice cream. You looked like you were enjoying yourself, and I thought I was too, until I realized I was gay. I just needed a reminder, I guess. So I thank you,” You don’t know whether you should laugh or cry, Yoongi’s expression was hard to read.

“Hyung...why do you gotta do her like that?” Jimin’s words throw you off guard. “You know what, instead of beating around the bush, I’ll just tell you: I’m bi, Yoongi was pan when I met him.” He rolls his eyes at the boy.

“Wait, didn’t you say you came out to your parents?” You ask curiously.

“I did. As gay, but then I ended up having a one night stand with a woman and after that I realized I liked both.” You take in the information very well, not letting it affect you one bit. “You know what, I’ll let you two figure out your shit…” You give Jimin a panicked look before turning to Yoongi with a fake smile plastered on your face.

“I don’t care what your sexuality is,” Your statement throws him off guard as his eyes widen quickly. “I just know what I felt was real. There was a weird connection, a moment where I wanted to kiss you.” He coughs before spreading his legs on the couch and putting his hands in his lap. You’re not gonna lie, he looks hot.

“Then why didn’t you?” You let out a small giggle before realizing that he’s completely serious.

“Because you and Jimin are dating...and I don’t like cheating.” He crosses his arms, this time scooting in closer to you.

“But we were both there, and the vibes were all right.” You feel a slight pressure on your inner thigh when you realize that Yoongi is touching you. His hands are wandering up your thigh in broad daylight. You luckily have a blanket covering you, but the look of fear on your face is a dead giveaway.

“It’s because you wimped out.”

“You should’ve just done it anyways. I probably would’ve kissed you back.” He starts kneading your thigh, giving you an almost-massage, and just as you’re about to let out a moan, Jimin comes back, holding a bowl of popcorn and setting it down on the coffee table.

“Surprise movie night...er day.” He sits next to you, oblivious to what his boyfriend is doing. You glare at Yoongi when you feel his fingers pulling your leggings down and they wander into your panties. You’re damp. Completely soaked because of this stupid man that you’re attracted to and the fact that you basically just confessed to him. He smirks when he sees your eyes roll back in your head when he reaches your g-spot, thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. You cling to him, pretending that you’re simply cuddling him as Jimin’s eyes stay trained on the screen, but you fail horribly at keeping things discreet when you moan into his ears. The movie blasts at a loud volume, so the speakers drain out your groans as Yoongi drives you to an orgasm.

“Come for me, babe. Don’t want Jiminie to see, is that right?” Yoongi knows the boy would probably just join in if he actually noticed. He still manages to upset you, as with all your might, you try not to scream from pleasure.

“Yoongi, I’m gonna come.” You bury your face in his shoulder, letting out the softest but sexiest moan he’s ever heard, as his fingers twist inside of you and you climax right then and there. He leans in and finally, you get a taste of his sweet lips.

“Let’s continue this later?” He whispers to you, winking at Jimin as you sink into his arms, panting heavily and recovering from your intense orgasm. And yes, the boy knows what his boyfriend was doing under the blanket the entire time.

After the movie, you quickly run upstairs to take a shower. You didn’t expect to get fingered on your couch. You didn’t think Yoongi would actually kiss you. And you certainly didn’t think things were going to return to normal ever again. They already had girls. How many did they date in the past? Obviously having a third partner didn’t work out for either of them so what difference would it make if you were part of the equation? You step out of the shower to find Jimin in your bedroom, playing games on his phone as he waits for you. You clench your towel, a light blush dusting your cheeks as you step into your bedroom, closing the door.

“Hey! I wanted to see what you might be wearing to the concert, have you picked out an outfit?” You walk past him, motioning him to come to your closet as your finger picks and chooses the cute dress you found at the mall.

“This one.” You can see his eyes lighting up at the thought of you wearing that dress, but then his gaze darkens when he imagines you out of it. Speaking of...there was only a thin towel wrapped around your body, even then it wasn’t enough to stop his imagination. You have nice boobs, can you blame the poor guy?!

“Nice choice. I’ll just uh...step out so you can get dressed.” Also known as code red: he has a boner. You quickly throw on some shorts and a sweatshirt, as you don’t dress modestly at home. You check yourself in the mirror, making sure it’s not too much in case the boys feel uneasy.

Today’s a slow day. You finish up your homework before making your way to the kitchen for an evening snack. It’s only 5:00, yet you’re starving. What you see next surprises you, as Yoongi is on the counter while Jimin kisses him breathlessly. How do people kiss so long without breaking for air? As you observe, Jimin breaks the kiss, smiling at you as his boyfriend turns to look at you as well.

“Come here, darling.” Your feet are jello as you stumble to the two, trying to ignore the way Yoongi’s bulge is sticking straight up as Jimin’s hands are on either side of him.

“Wh-what?” You blush, unable to help yourself as the blue haired god in front of you looks so good. “I like your hair.” You whisper quietly.

“Thanks, although I’ve had this hairstyle for a while,” He removes his arms from his boyfriend, putting his attention on you. “Now, you’ve been a dirty girl, fooling around with my boyfriend when I’m not looking, is that right?” You swear if you weren’t holding onto the counter you would’ve fainted.

“What? Cat got your tongue? You have quite a mouth on you when my fingers are buried in your pussy but you can’t say a word when my boyfriend asks you a perfectly valid question?” You’re shocked, frozen, freezing.

“Answer me, sweetie. Did you like it when he fingered you earlier?” You blush and nod, evading his gaze. “Look at me when I talk to you, Y/N.” When he says your name you look up, your eyes meeting his as you do. Five seconds barely pass when he smashes his lips against yours, in a desperate manner. Yoongi’s just watching, patiently waiting for you to break the kiss so he can continue the conversation.

“Y/N, we need to be honest with you. We’ve...taken a liking to you.” You don’t know how to process this information. But Jimin’s look of pleading is enough. They both want you.

“So please, will you consider joining our relationship?” You purse your lips. Every fibre of your body is screaming yes, but your mind is telling you to be reasonable, and think through this. You don’t need this right now in your life. You’ll hold them back, they’ll hurt you later, this is setting yourself up for failure.

Yet you want it so bad.

“Can I think about it? Please?” You don’t want to reject them right away.

“Of course. Take your time.” Jimin takes Yoongi’s hand before leading him to the couch. You hope they won’t ask you before the concert.

༻• At the Concert •༺

You couldn’t believe your eyes. The men brought you to a freaking J-hope concert. Not just anyone but the J-hope. He’s the most popular solo act on the planet. After he broke up with his boy band BTB, he went all crazy and started rapping about sex, and fame, and real life issues. Everyone loves him.

Including your two friends who dated him back before he was famous.

Yeah, they have a history together.

“You like it so far?” Jimin asks, leaning in while cracking open a can of pepsi.

“Are you kidding? You got premium seats to see the J-hope?” He gives you a cheeky grin before turning to Yoongi and conversing with him. You can’t seem to take your eyes off the two of them, even if you are at a J-hope concert. You feel lucky enough to be breathing the same air as him, but it’s thanks to the couple sitting beside you. Not to mention...they even dated him at some point.

“This last song goes out to two dear exes of mine…” You thought you imagined it, but he seemed to look up at your row, as if he was staring straight at Yoonmin.

“Last summer when you told me you weren’t feeling well, I thought it was just a little bump in the road, But now I know, It was all because of her, Ohhh my love, How I loved you way back then, But I was too blind to see, You really didn’t care at all,”

You don’t know how to react. Should you clap? Or laugh, or cry? It sounds like whoever he’s singing about cheated on him...with a girl.

“Now I don't care, it's all choices by my fate, so we're here, Look ahead, The way is shinin’, Keep Going Now,”

The song suddenly gets more upbeat and then the crowd goes crazy as he has an outfit change with a snap. Also, this man is glowing. The lights are perfectly bouncing off his slightly tanned skin, making him appear more heavenly. God, how did they live through this?

“That’s My Ego!” He sings the chorus cheerfully before finishing off and then fireworks light up the night sky, making some audience members cry. Jimin and Yoongi are both staring at you, though, as you watch with wonder. You look so innocent, and you’re so small...the two of them are already whipped for you, can’t you see that? Oh wait, you do.

“Is there something on my face?” You ask them, and they simply smile at you. As if that wasn’t heart-melting enough.

“Nothing. Let’s go backstage.” You blush as they both take either of your hands, leading you out of the crowded stadium so that you can visit J-Hope backstage. You were about to meet a celebrity, while being held by two guys that confessed their feelings to you just a few hours ago! As if things couldn’t get any better.

“J-HOOOOOPE!!!” Yoongi grins, throwing his arms around the celebrity as he walks into the room.

“Hey Suga. OH JEMIN!” Jimin and J-Hope share a handshake before hugging as well, and then he turns to you.

“Who is this beauty?” He turns to look at you, kissing your palm softly in greeting.

“Y/N.” You answer him, trying to conceal your uwus.

“Wow. You’re even more perfect than how they described you. You know, I’ve never seen them like someone more than they like you.” He whispers into your ears. You’re a little bit distracted by the fact that an IDOL is whispering in your ears right now. His breath smells so good. His sweat smells expensive, though.

“Y-you really think?” You ask.

“I know so.”

“Okay, if you’re done hitting on our friend, how about you tell us what you’ve been up to?” J-Hope holds up a finger, revealing the engagement ring to all of you.

“Who…?” J-Hope blushes before turning to his mirror.

“Remember that one producer? The girl who was older than me by 10 years or something?” Everyone nods, except you, who has no idea what’s going on.

“Turns out she was my soulmate all along. She proposed to me, and we’re getting married next month.”

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” You clap for him as the two men beside you look at you with love in their eyes.

“I’m so excited. She’s just a bucket of sunshine. Oh shoot, I’m almost late for the wine tasting. Bye guys.” We wave as the celebrity packs up his things for the day. “So, it looks like you guys lowered your standards for me.” “Oh, stop, he wasn’t even well-known when we met. And now, we’ve all moved on. The three of us are together and that’s what matters.” Yoongi cuts you off before you even start. When you get home, you’re less than amused that your mother is getting ready for the stupid marriage meeting in her room. She ushers you to change, greeting the boys but whisking you away from them just as quickly. You wave goodbye to them, in a dreary mood. “Remember to behave, poise and manners, Y/N. You want to look like a good wife.” “I don’t want to get married. I’m only 18, ma.” She brushes your hair, looking at you with teary eyes. “Your dad wants you to. And he gets what he wants. No matter what.” You sob the entire car ride, your father didn’t even bother coming home as the purpose of this stupid meeting was to make himself look good. You look up to see that the boy before you is an overgrown specimen of child. Not even a man, but just a buff baby. “Hi, how old are you?” You ask politely. The boy lowers his eyes. You already know where this is going even though you’ve barely said a few words. “15, you have nice tits.” You’re in shock, uncomfortable, lonely, and worst of all, your mom won’t even look at you. Your dad presents you like a trophy and then forces you to tell the other parents about your academic achievements before forcing you to sit down. You want to cry. But you don’t. Instead, you call Jimin. “Hey, what’s up? Is the dinner going well?” Your voice starts breaking before you even talk, making you suck in deep breaths before looking out the bathroom window. “No, Jimin. I can’t stay here. They’re gonna force me to marry a 15 year old that just said my boobs look nice. I have to get away, do you guys think you can get me away from my parents? I’m 18, so they can’t legally do anything about it.” You hear him talking to someone in the background, presumably Yoongi.

“It’s me, Jimin just told me...I’m so sorry. All of that is awful, but is running away really going to solve anything? I know things seem bad now, but wait until your mom knows about us, I’m sure she’ll be accepting.” Yoongi sounds confident in himself, so you don’t feel like putting him down.

“Her, maybe. But not my dad. He’ll disown me.”

“Y/N, you are no object. They can’t just marry you off to anyone. And if they do, we’ll make sure it doesn’t happen. You should be allowed the choice of marrying someone you love.” You frown, seeing the tears falling out of your eyes.

“I’ll go out with you.”

═══ 🅣🅘🅜🅔🅢🅚🅘🅟 ═══

Your first date is at the cafe where it all started. The boys make sure to take time off at the same time so your schedules match up. It’s not the most conventional date, as the three of you start discussing where you’ll move in together after you run away from home.

Your dad hasn’t even spoken more than a couple sentences to you. Wow, so caring. You have no reason to stay with them anymore, as he literally forces you to go to stupid dinner parties and sets you up with boys that are too young for you. Even a 12 year old, like what the fuck?

“How was dinner last night?” Jimin asks. You roll your eyes.

“Horrible, as always. These boys are nightmares. I feel bad for their future partners.” You comment.

“Who cares? It’s just dinner. And you’re dating us now. Talk to us, babe.” You like being called “babe.” Especially when Yoongi says it, because he’s just so closed off to everyone else.

“Do you like it when he calls you baby? Because I’m pretty sure he likes it too.” Jimin giggles. Being with your best friend is really no different, except now you can kiss and hug and show affection romantically. He’s just a lot more cuddly with you. And Yoongi doesn’t mind it one bit.

He actually sometimes joins in, hugging you and Jimin lovingly. He’s so protective of you two. You love it.

And they’ve started picking you up after school, to take you out so you can be away from your house for a bit. But at the end of the day, you can always count on crawling into bed with them and dreaming your troubles away. You’ve been sleeping better with them cuddling right next to you.

Sneaking into bed with them has become a habit of yours, and you especially don’t make it clear around your dad that you have feelings for them. Although, lately everything has been striking a nerve. He often calls you to awkward dinner parties and you can’t do anything about it.

Even your boyfriends agree that it’s a bit too much. So much, that one day, Jimin decides to suggest something crazy.

“Let’s make your dad think that you’re ruined.” This catches yours and Yoongi’s attention.

“What? What the hell are you going on about, Jimin?” Uh-oh, when Yoongi uses that tone and says his name like that, you know someone’s in trouble.

“I’m saying that we make her dad think she lost her virginity.” You cross your arms, gasping as Yoongi shields your face with his arms protectively.

“What are you saying? That’s absurd. Her father is already strict as is with us living here, everytime he sees us he crinkles his nose even more. We repulse him, Jimin. What makes you think that we aren’t gonna tick him off even more?” Yoongi makes a good point. Your father was very strict, and homophobic. Perfect traditional 1800s father of the year.

“He’s here because he wants to see his little girl get engaged, right? Well, what if she brought the engagement to him? Have him walk in on one of us sharing a moment with her and then having her dad say she has to marry us?!” You’re baffled. You didn’t think your boyfriend was that dense.

“Idiot, he would probably disown her. And also, no. Maybe not marriage, he might just throw her out of the house altogether.” While you’re busy planning, what you fail to recognize is that your father leaves town again. He’s flying away, and you had no knowledge of it until your mother called you and you saw his packed suitcases as he hugged you goodbye. Looks like the meetings have come to an end.

“Jimin!!! Yoongi!!!! Come downstairs, I need to talk to you two about something.” My mother calls out to them.

“What?” Yoongi is the first to make his way down the stairs, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I’ve noticed the way you two have been interacting with my daughter as of late. The deep stares of longing everytime we sit on the couch and watch t.v together, the smiles of adoration that you only have reserved for special people, heck, even once I saw you holding her hands like she would disappear if you let go,” You can hear the nervous gulps come from the two men as they stare directly at your mom. This can’t be good. “You both have crushes on her, right?” Their eyes widen.

“What? No, I’m dating Yoongi-Boongi. My heart belongs to him and only him.” Jimin says a bit too quickly, making your mom raise her eyebrow in question.

“Your daughter is very pretty, I’ll give you that much, but I’m dating Jimin.” She clicks her tongue, not fully believing them.

“I know what it looks like when boys have a crush on a girl, seeing the way you act around her. So how about you tell me the truth straight to my face?” Jimin is the first to break under her intense stare.

“Fine, you caught me. I like her, okay?!” He says, blushing a brilliant shade of pink. When your mother sees that Yoongi’s expression is indifferent, she narrows her eyes at him.

“You know, don’t you?” He doesn’t say a word, instead taking your arm and pulling you beside him.

“Ma’am, I would like to get your permission to be your daughter’s boyfriend….along with Jiminie.” Considering you were secretly dating for weeks, now seems like the perfect time to ask. Go Yoongi!

“Yes, of course you can date her. You both are so caring and kind and I can’t imagine anyone more fit for the job….even though I didn’t expect two guys. It may be a little strange but I trust that you know your boundaries.” They nod, each of them hugging you tightly and giggling like children.

“We’ll make sure to treat our girlfriend with kindness and respect.” With Yoongi’s gummy smile, your heart melts. You really, really like him.

“You better, or else you’ve got another thing coming.” Your mother’s gaze is threatening enough, as the two men stiffen their backs and stand up straight.

“Loosen up, she’s just kidding. Right, ma?” She nods, laughing happily as she sees her ships coming to life before her eyes. She’s always wanted her daughter to be happy, instead of subjecting her to a life of unhappy arranged marriage. She wants to give her everything she didn’t have as a child.

“Yup. But seriously, break her heart and you’re dead.”

“Moooom.”

That night your mom leaves for work. She didn’t tell you, but you really noticed when you called out for her and she didn’t answer back, only leaving a text on her phone that she would be late. You knew this meant you were home alone with your extremely attractive boyfriends again for the second time this month.

You’re excited, but nervous. The last time the three of you were in the house like this, they made out in front of you and then made you extremely horny. Now, you could only imagine what would happen with the three of you in an actual relationship.

“Y/N, come watch netflix with us!” Jimin calls you to his room, and your eyes widen. You’ve been in their room before, but never totally alone. Your mom or dad would be in the house, but now you’re stuck with these two.

“What are we watching?” You penguin-walk to Yoongi, who hoists you up onto the giant bed. Immediately you fall back from the weight of his knees forming a little disbalance on the mattress. It’s just a tiny ditch.

“I thought you were gonna fall, be careful.” He lightly scolds you, before sitting back and getting cozy with Jimin as you stay in the middle, right between them.

“You guys are so warm.” You inhale their scents, taking in their musk and surprisingly sweet cologne. The strawberry scent must be coming from Jimin. The axe must be from Yoongi. Either way, you’re comfortable.

“No, you are.” Jimin pulls you in between his legs, peppering kisses all over your neck. Normally, you’d be turned on in the situation, but it’s completely innocent. You giggle as he tickles you with his faded blue hair and then you both get lost in each other’s eyes. You love his crescent shaped eyes, how he is a perfect mix of masculine and feminine, breaking all traditional roles of what it means to be a man in the modern world of 2020. If anything, his soft features are what makes him more “manly.” There’s no correct answer. He’s perfect the way he is, and you love the way his lips form a tiny pout, even when he’s happy.

“Just kiss already.” You both look over at Yoongi, who is more concerned with the movie playing on the screen than his two partners sharing a moment right next to him. You give Jimin a look as he leans in and finally closes the gap between you two.

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👨‍🍳# FOODIE👨‍🍳

#Foodie, Part 1

Summary: Something happening in Easter Hills. Something that effecting everyone under the surface. Could this just be a phase a trick that no one can shack off? Is this something that will pass with another or can we all be heading for destruction

Declaimer: #Foodie has some curse words, use and mention of drugs, and roadkill. Also, I do have dyslexia so be easy with me!!!

A/N:So who would think after doing a love story I go be switching it up to some sci-fi. Let me know what you think or want to be added to the taglist. Or simple to sit my butt down and stop with the dramatics xoxo Tia

Word Count: 6,336

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Tagged: @linkispink1995 @weapinggwillowss @strangerfictions

I wish I could remember what it was. Could it be the color of the sky, how tall the grass starts to grow in Mr. Jackson ranch-style house across the street, or maybe it was the air? The way the breeze would flow dance across the sky. I wish I can tell you. Even now even after so many months that have passed, I don't remember. One thing I do know is it started Columbus Day weekend. It was it at once and maybe that why no one realizes it till it was too late. I wish I was stronger maybe I could have done something. Then again who am I kidding?

The seasons have changed but I could still remember the rush I felt when I pelted my way down my street cracked concerted road. I did not have much control in my life but bike rides were all mine. Tomorrow was finally gonna be the day I been waiting for months for. He was finally coming back to me. As I turn into the parking lot of Easter Hills High it was already a full parking lot. The next song started to play when I saw a familiar face across the parking lot surrounded by a group of posters and zombies. Have you ever thought about your soul - can it be saved?

Or perhaps you think that when you're dead you just stay in your grave. I was still playing when tossing over my beat-up backpack over a shoulder.

" What you barbie slut" voice that belongs to the center of the crowd's attention.

Janet was a type of girl that was born pretty and perfect. I always wonder how we became friends. She tells me it is because the sun always needs the moon and stars. I tell her I am nothing but a black hole. There was a time was little I thought maybe there was more to that but after a kiss under the stars, I was lost with the dyer fear of losing her. So we just became what we are now the infinite duo. Her red ginger hair dance with the cool Midwestern breeze as her Mona Lisa's lips playfully move with each word drew more and more people closer and closer.

" Space cadet stuck in orbit again huh" Janet said with her hand on her hip. I smiled with crimson color coming across my cheeks as I close the gap between us too.

"Sorry. Just nerves. Can we talk before homeroom J" I asked not paying anyone around us any attention. I already knew what the whispers were about the same thing it always is why. She crocks her pear shape face to the side and her hazel eyes stare into my brown ones. That was another thing we just got each other. She was the fun bi sexual goddesses I was just me the girl who happens to have gotten lucky.

Without a word, she licks her lips then places two fingers in her mouth to make a V and whistle for her things which a freshman was holding her. After a simple wink and kiss on the cheek to that freshman, she walks off with us being hand and hand to our spot.

I look around before sitting on the swing and watch as she pops a few of her mom Dextromethorphan like it was a mint. With a big smile, she jumps onto the swing and kick back her feet and smiled. I wish I was like her ability to be free able to kick back and not care but I never was given that ability given that chance. Her long hair moves with her back and forth as she sings Katy Perry off-key.

" Thank I, huh I been thinking. I think I'm ready to you know with KP" I blur out with my hands cling to the chains for my life. My eyes close shut till I was seeing rainbow loading wheels across my eyes sight. SLAP " What the hill billy hell. That hurt" I said opening my eyes wide and rub my thigh. Janet shook her head and look like me I had 101 heads attach to my head.

" Issac. Are you shitting me right now" Janet said now standing in front of me. Her hazel eyes twinkle with the sun.

I slowly roll my bottom lip thought my teeth a few times before I look up at her like a kid who had her hand in the cookie jar with chocolate all over my face. She got closer and stop me so I have to look at her. I hated how she gets me to talk when I was not ready to. I dazed out to pass her to the tall grass that sways with the wind. Right before that was a raccoon who has been a sacrifice to the roadkill gods.

" Yes. We have been together for three half years and I'm gonna be 18 in a few months. I don't want to lose him. I mean he already talks about marriage and stuff. How we are meant to be with one another. Him in the war what if he does not make it. Next time. I am just thinking about it. I never do anything. Janet Florence Bates. Either I am too chicken scraps about it or I can die. I am so sick of living out in this world in a bubble" I said finally looking to those Friday afternoon hazel eyes.

She nods and took my hands. Rubbing her white french tip thumb against my skin she brought it up to her heart. " One thing I wish I did was to wait. Remember when we were in seventh grade and I dared to do seven minutes in heaven with Derek Miller. You told me that I was still worth the universe no matter what. Do-" She was cut off with the sound of the second bell. " Shit I need to see Popi before class. Tell them I am using the bathroom and oh it that time of the month" Janet said over her shoulder as she ran over to find her girlfriend.

" I said that last week J" I shout out.

Walking backward Janet thought about it, " He doesn't know how a woman body works". I laugh as I made my way down the busy streets also know as the hallways.

I just made it with a second to spare. Taking a deep breath in I nod to the teacher went to my seat. Putting my backpack on the desk to make a pillow I lean my head on it and look out the window. The once busy parking lot was empty with no one. Corner of my eyes I saw some movement. For a second look like I saw a squirrel eating the dead raccoon. Its fur was cover in a bit blood on its paws and tail. Getting up from I walk over to the window. Still watching the squirrel.

" MISS. SMITH. SIT DOWN FOR ANNOUNCEMENTS" the teacher said taking her out her trance. Giggles and fingers were pointing as I look around. mouth sorry and ease back into my seat look down at my hands. Moments later Janet rush in with a huge smile on her face, She stays upfront to flirt with the teacher taking his glasses and rolling it in her mouth as she explains the female privates. Buzz Buzz.

Mi Amor: Hav fun in school. I see you tomorrow bae. IYL

I look up and suppressed a greedy smile.

Me: Can not wait. xxx.

I smiled and glance outside. The squirrel was gone but so was most of the raccoon. My curl drop in front of my face. My eyes wide as I look around it was not even ten minutes how did that happen. It is only your mind. After trying to calm my nerves I settle and got ready for the day. The thing about going to school in a dead zone is not much happening each day is the same. The coolest thing we had to happen was when Sally Maxfield got fifth place in the nearby town beauty competition. We were the one place the devil probably send folks as a line of torture. Everyone knew each other and marries one another. Grow old have kids work the same jobs your parents or neighbor had. Just so happen my parents two of the coolest jobs. Mother was assistant to the mayor and my dad work as a scientist that was a station out here. They move here when they got married I still do not get that. Nose deep in my latest novel off my four pages list. I felt a few pokes on my back.

" Guess what I heard from Paul in six periods of American History. Looks like the old hag bit the dusk and they just found her body this morning. Guess what with just her body and her 20 cats. God Issac if I end up anywhere close to that kill me" Janet said pulling out her lunch, sushi, and flavor water.

" Lunch looks smaller than last week. Another diet J. I do not know why you do that your perfect" I said pulling out my lunch with a sigh. Janet peak over at me and my silver can lunch box cover in bumper stickers. Janet rolls her eyes and sips her cool water. I took out my lunch: a bottle of filter water, steal tight thing of organic crackers, dried up fruits, and a mystery meal ( as my mom called it). She stops mid-chew and looks at me with doubt and wonder.

" What that" Janet said looking over my lunch. Apart from I wanted to chuckle each day the same thing. Sipping my water I turn to look at her. My legs shielding hers

"It is my lunch crackers fruit. Want some" I said holding out the mystery meal packet

" Wait for a second that fruit. I do not get you. I come with my lunch and you have that. Still, you cover your eyes during the sex parts" Janet asked. My smile got bigger as I nod. Her face still in disbelief.

" Yes. Because I will like to live till my 18 birthday. J. Do not forget the ice cream birthday cake, spaghetti, banana nut bread, or many other times I chance it" I said turning back to the table Janet always got me to throw reasoning away.

" Just be careful that it looks like it will attack you alright. Space cadet" Janet said poking at my lunch to see if it moved. I wish to chance it was a luxury for me but never is, I will never be normal and for that, I am the envy of everyone. The problem goes down to the simple fact of an allergy I have a very rare very troublesome allergy, Eosinophilic Gastrointestinal Disorder. Long story short think of anything fun and add a 99% chance I can die of it.

" God damn it. Did you hear me? The last two periods we going on some field trips to the Coast Forrest for science today" Janet said wiping her mouth. Nodding I look at my half-eaten lunch. "Popi gonna meet us there. She got these new drugs called Trippe that her hook up gave her. I talk her into allowing me to try it with her. Maybe get some others to buy some. It is organic you should try some" Janet said checking her makeup in her little compact mirror. I gentle took a deep breath out and move a few curls behind my ear as I tried to remind Janet again I can not do that. Then she must have seen my thoughts as she pointed to me with her lipstick and said, " It is organic. You eat all that weird shit. What to say that and Trippe are not made of the same shit" Janet said putting her stuff away.

I wanted to tell her no but instead, I said I think about it before she went off to get last night's homework from someone. I loved her with all my heart but sometimes she just did not get me. Crazy how you can love someone with all your heart. Not want anything from it just a simple notion that you will never be alone. Someone that will have your back and would never judge you. No one did but KP ever promises you that.

Mi Amor: I wish you are here. I feel so alone.

I waited a few more minutes for him to reply till I decide he probably was on the plane and could not reach me. Rubbing the back of my neck I close my eyes. God did I need sleep and a bubble bath. Noise rattle my nerves and the never-ending sound of people screaming made me flinched. Jumping up I look around before heading out to the bathroom to finish my lunch. Last year its been like this need want to escape want some time alone. Maybe its fact in a few months I will be graduating. I will be free to be me whatever that was. As my phone alarm ring, I slowly got up from my spot on the floor and got ready to head back before Janet realize I was gone. With my head hanging low I walk over to the sink to flush away any doubt of living any sadness I been feeling. water dripping from my face I look back at my reflection. Brown sugar eyes looking back with my hair full-blown curl thanks to the cold water. My button nose raw from the tears I just finished having. Taking another breath in I grab the end of my dress and rub my face.

The ride to Coast Forrest was roughly 15 minutes long. Janet was sitting next to Popi kissing like horny rabbits and I sat beside them by the window. Popi cool. She wears her hair short blonde with pink tips pixie cut with random drunken mistakes to remind her you only live once and a nose ring with a lip tattoo that said suck it. At first, she did like me worried I was trying to take Janet away till I reassure her what I and Janet have will always be a deep unbreakable friendship and I was happy with KP. Once I asked her if she can do a sharpie tattoo out of pure boredom she grew a flower crown on my wist. Which she now does every time she sees me. My arm the blanket canvas for her crazy thoughts. Colors change as I wave my hands up and down as if I was fish in the open water.

Coming out for air Janet smirk at me and whisper into Popi's ear. With a nod, Popi took out her bag and hand Janet something when no one but me was looking.

" So I heard you might be adventuring out my young grasshopper. Finally going to get some action huh" Popi said sniffing her nose-wiping away the last bit of blow she did before getting on the bus. I peak over to Janet who just whistles and spoke to a random person behind us.

" Maybe. YOYO right" I said licking my bottom lip

" God Smith you something. So fucking cute. little puppet" Popi said pinching my arm.

" Tell her about Trippe baby" Janet added.

" Thanks, angel. Huh, so what my guy told me this is some top-shelf shit. Like the best of the best only take. I am talking mob cartel you name it and its all made on some hippie compound. I am one of the first to have it" Popi pointed out proud of herself. She took one out and handed it to me.

" How do you take it. I never sniff anything before. Or put anything up my butt" I asked curiously.

Janet giggles at my response and hugs over to speak to me without anyone hearing us." From what Popi heard it pretty much either end type of drug but oral tends to work find. The away only thing we want poking you in the but is Kindred Phillip Richards thick long penis" Janet laugh.

It was small and look like something out a Candy land world. The packing was the neon pick with a smiley face with its tongue out and eyes cross out. As I play with it looking at it closer it had a strange symbol on it. Inside the little baggie was a pill shape drug with what looks to be a liquid power inside. While Popi was trying to talk a boy into a threesome with Janet and herself. I snatch a picture on my Polaroid camera and stuff it in my pocket. I look at it once more. It was inviting but apart of me was not sure. Kind of like it was a candy a treat. Last time I tried something Janet said it was alright. I end up in ICU for two months. Everything around her tone out as she kept playing with this drug in her hands. Very own mystery. What made this so special so welcoming. Bring it closer to my nose I let it linger see if I can figure what it was made off. I had a nose for such things. Lana Del Rey plays on my head as I play with it. It was organic maybe it was safe to do it.

" We are here. I have to make a phone call. So just take a paper and start feeling it out" Mr. Lopez said. He was probably going to scream at his soon to be ex-wife who ran off with their younger babysitter last week.

Second, he left everything to reassure. Loud noises left and right. Booming. Popi look at me and took the drug out my hand and gave Janet the nod. Show Time. Janet gave both of use a wink before she swings herself up to stand on the seat Dead Poet Society style. Flipping her hair she screams HEY. Everyone's eyes shift to Janet quite waiting on her hand and foot. With a wolf grind, she grabs up the drug and tosses it up and down in the air.

" Alright shit brains and posers. I got here the upcoming stuff that every one that is hot now is doing. Actors athletes business people and even world leaders. This stuff here is told to make oxy look like a sugar-free candy. This stuff is fully organic and to give you a ride of your life. Once you have it once you never find anything to get you this fuck up ever again. Word around this Trippe would put you on a ride you will never forget So who wanna party" Janet said jumping down to the ground with her hands up above her head. I was the first to clap much sooner then I should of. Most look at me and I turn and look outside at Mr. Lopez on the verge of tears. Everyone was shouting not wanting to be left out wanting in on the mystery on the trend. As Popi passed it out Janet took the money stuffing it into her bra. Till everyone had one. All glee with excitement thrilled to do it.

" Hey, you ready" Janet asked. I look at her and went to grab some money taking out a twenty I slowly hand it to her. They all went to take it and as I am about to take it I stop and shoot up. My breathing got short and I clench to the seat trying to catch it. I felt tears as a minor panic attack was coming ahead. My sight got dizzy and I shock my head crying a silent cry. Janet stops before taking it and looks at me holding tight to my chest.

" I can't I can not take it. I can not take the gamble. J I am so sorry. I wish I could" I said trying to stop the tears. People around me starting to go down on their trip. Some started to laugh like drunken hyenas, a few spaces out like a psychic patient drop on drugs, some were paranoid with a flinch and rest was a mixture of emotions. I slowly got my things together and try to head for the door. An arm stops me and pushes me back down.

" Where are you going. Come on. Amaryllis. It alright. Just do it" Janet said shoving it into my face. I shook my head no and push it away. I look around everything was spinning.

" I can not do that. You know I can die Janet " I plead to her. She shook her head and rolled her eyes. Walking back to Popi she said something to her as I stood still rubbing my arm looking at the ground.

"You are full of bullshit. Issac. Why is it one second your talking about fucking your boyfriend and next to your acting like a little kid? Is this thing you have any real or is it all fake just like you"Janet hissed. I knew she was already high from whatever she was doing but the words still hurt. It made everything hurt ten times more.

Without speaking I shook my head and left the bus. I had to get as far as I could before the tears came down. I tried KP once again but no answer. I don't know how far I was got before I finally stop. Green was cover everywhere like a sea of green. I slowly drop to my knees and allow my hands to become one with nature. I lean back and breathe. Rubbing my hands from the tip of my head across my neck down to my sides. My eyes fill with tears glitter flowing around. I calm myself with words of encouragement. I turn my head to see a few deer and bears running away passed me. Stopping I slowly got up to my feet and look around. I did not hear any birds no bugs. I stalked over where they were running from till I saw it. A dead deer laying in a bed of white flowers. That was not what scared me it was rabbits eating away the deer. It fills me with fear and dread. I slowly step back to I am far enough to run. I ran an ran till I hit a branch. As the visions slowly started to fade images of the dead animals came to mind on repeat. I should have known that was only the beginning

Rain and the distant sounds of voices woke me up. The ground was wet and droplets kept falling into my face. Everything was fuzzy and for a second I forgot where and how I got where I am at. Taking a second in I slowly got to my feet thanks to a tree nearby. The voices got louder and I slow recognized it as Mr. Lopez. How long have I been out?

Licking my lips I call out where I was. Till I saw a flashlight beaming into my face. Covering my eyes with my hand the footsteps grew closer and closer.

" God. Miss. Smith. Where have you been I been looking everywhere? For you. I am so sorry. I thought you were on the bus then when we got back I did not see you and your mom called the cops. We have been looking for you for a few hours" Mr. Lopez said smoothing the hair out my face.

Holding onto him tight I cried into the crook of his neck not letting go of his green polo shirt that was too small and a bit skin would peak out. But I did not care I was scared. He slowly helps me stable myself and ushers me to the rest of them. There was a small crowd with flashlights. A woman with fair skin that complements her tall thin body with piercing blue eyes ran towards throw the crowd calling out my name with a man espresso skin and dark short black hair and fitted glasses.

" Amaryllis. My baby" Mom called out as the space between us got smaller. I left Mr. Lopez behind and ran into my mom's arms muffling my cries with her long black hair. I could hear her say thank you to Mr. Lopez but I did not move. I do not remember making it home.

I did not remember anything till I was laying in my twin size bed bundle under my warm blue glitter comforter in one of KP old football jersey. I did not hear from Janet and no one from the class was there looking. I would say I was hurt but the words she said still sting.

" Hey, Amaryllis. Its dad I am coming in" Dad said coming in.

I turn my head to see him walking in with an old antique tray with two small teacups. I slowly got up and look at him with a sad smile. Daddy always knew when it was tea time.

" Thanks, dad. Sorry for carrying you and mommy" I said bring my knees to my chest. He smiled and play with my hair in his hands.

" What happen kiddo. What made you run off like that " He asked. I wish I could tell the truth wish I can give him the full story. But to do that I will put more people in trouble and danger then I will want. So like every time before I lied.

" The kids said something. I did not agree. I went off to take pictures when I trip and fell. I am so sorry" I said looking into the teacup.

" Promise you will never let anyone including Janet or Kindred to disrespect you. Make you feel little" Dad said drinking the tea. I nod and stay quiet as he started to talk about his newest discovery.

The next couple of days I stayed home after my blood work came back off from stress. I hide away from everyone only speaking to my mom, dad, and text and phone calls from KP. I planned not too obsessed but by day two of my week off, I look and look till my finger got numb of Janet and Popi social media. Folks in Easter Hills, New Mexico wasn’t smart. From what was a bus of 25/30 of my peers slowly becoming the whole school in a matter of days. Everyone praising about Trippe. If it was not about that stupid drug it was dead inside pictures of Janet smiling or as of Thursday at 4:36 pm food. I thought about speaking to her but each time by the second ring I hang up.

Mrs. Ethan was the town vet and all-around queen of gossip. We both have a love to talk about the endless amount of facts and news around the world. She had a job and a life I admire minus the gossip and heavy wine drinking. Today she was allowing me to take the lead of performing an emergency C section on a third-place local star Bichon Frise Mr.Fuzzy Bear.

“ Now Issac remembers gentle across right there till your right here” Mrs. Ethan said standing beside me as I slowly made the incision across the lower abdomen. After each step, I ask a few questions and checking everything I was doing was right.

Inside Mr. Fuzzy Bear after the chew toy was this strange clear like glitter goo. I reach down and look at his pupils which were highly diluted for the meds with gave him to sleep. Mrs. Ethan was taking care of some paperwork in her office so I grab a few test tubes and draw a bit of blood. Nothing is more important than checking all your boxes. After I scoop out all the strange goo out of him I stitch him up and put him in a cage for later.

“ Yes thank you. Oh yes. I will be coming that way on the fifth of next month. Thank you let me know when you got the payment” Mrs. Ethan said. After the end of the call, she spins in her chair kicking and cheering out loud.

“ Found some blurry treasure. Mrs. Ethan” I said leaning by the doorway with my legs cross one another.

“ Yes. A seller I know in New York came across a set of six large 1970s green glass Italian Chianti bottles. Only roughly 3,000. He gonna hold it for me for two weeks. Huh heaven, Issac heaven” She said full of glee.

“I thought you just like expensive wine ?” I asked. She once shows me her prize-winning collection of wine in her underground cellar with over 50,000 dollars worth. Even my parents were impressed which is a very hard thing to do.

“ Yes. But honey a girl can never have too many toys and finer things in life. Like that boy toy of yours. Seeing him soon right” Mrs. Ethan said with a wink. Before I could tell her anything she ways already on the phone to give the good news to her husband. I would have told her after my dad ban any date night I have not seen KP yet well besides the two times he hike up the side of the house to my window to cuddle with me or how I cried into his arms one night about how rude Janet was to me.

School felt different from the week I missed. Was it the scent in the air the vibe that was off. Something that did not fit right. Mr. Lopez was the 1st to check on me which I could not hear much of because people were talking about Trippe or what was for lunch. Even Mr. Lopez who acts like no one noticed had a neon pink little baggie poking out from his briefcase.

Me: Save me I feel I jump fell right into the Twilight Zone.

Mi Amor: Baby lmao. I am sure its nothing.

Me: Ur right. Thnx xx I have lunch wish me good luck.

I pulled tight to my backpack and pull right through the double metal doors. I put a lot more effort today in what I look like out of my dresses and overalls with a pair of baby blue flared jeans with a thick black melt and a red long sleeve crop top that wasn’t one from it being two sizes too big. The lines on for food were three times longer than usual. And there wasn’t much talking like there usually is. I just did not feel like the Easter Hills High that I been going to for four years now. What made it more strange seeing Janet hunch over like she was a prisoner. Her hair wasn’t done like it usually is. Flat and lifeless and she has dark bags under her eyes. Worried was not the word for it. There wasn’t one.

“Hey J. Long time no see huh pickle breathe” I said kicking a pretend rock with my black velvet Superga platform sneakers. Janet did recognize me at first no one did. So I got closer and poke her shoulder a few times. By the fifth poke she grips tight to finger so tight I was starting to feel some pain.

“ God Jesus saint Janet. Stop your hurting me” I shouted. Everyone stops and looks at us. She slowly let go of my finger when she saw the pain in my eyes. She grabs a bottle and ran out. I called and ran after her like the good little kitten I was.

“ JANET WAIT WAIT UP” I shouted running after her.

“ Sorry okay. I did not mean to hurt you. Issac” Janet said looking down at the ground. I shook my head and came up to her and lifted her chin up so she can look at me. At first look, her eyes look like how Mr. Fuzzy Bear’s eyes looked. Glazed over.

“Hey no. I am worried about you. Is everything okay? Did you and Popi get into a fight?” I tried to say but halfway my voice started to crack. We had this way and something was telling me something was wrong. “ Janet. I am worried about you and what this magnesium. Janet, maybe we should ta-” I was cut off by Janet.

“ Look I was a 90s bitch to you. And I screwed up. I hated that I said those things. The week you were gone and we did not talk suck. But I and Popi are fine and if I don’t go now I won’t be able to take some Trippe before classes. And it is no big deal it is just a short cut. I call you later” Janet said then ran off. Something was not right and I knew no one but me was going to be able to figure it out.

#foodie #food #gormet #scifi #science fiction #short story #high school #drugs #isolation #anxiety #aesthetic #moodboard #story board #trippy #grunge #pale #fiction #young adult #aesthetics #fantasy

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heavyhitterheaux · 1 year

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How Ree's car got totaled on the way to Kentucky, she went back home to Maryland and still made it back on time for the show and Jackman gave her backstage passes 🥴😐

Okay, buckle the fuck up because

HERE

Okay sooo I'm really not going to get into the whole accident part because I'm still pretty sad about it for obvious reasons but I will give yall a timeline about how everything worked out

I left on Friday at 3 am from Maryland in order to get to Louisville by 1:30- 2 pm because the way I drive, it was NOT about to take 9 hours

Zoom zoom, bitch

Okay anyway

We are literally 3 and a half hours away when the accident happened and why when my dumbass made sure I had all my limbs and my glasses weren't broken, I was like.... okay soooo.... how are we getting to Kentucky?

BITCHHHHH THE FUCKING DEDICATION

I was very upset because I knew that I had to call my sister and I feel like I failed because I wanted to prove that I was responsible enough to do this seeing as I basically don't go anywhere without her

I have literally never been away from my sister longer than like 72 hours

And of course she's like you're my only sister and I could care less about the car all that matters is that you're alive 🥺

And of course we both proceeded to cry

Long story short, I had to end up going back home (keep in mind ya girl was more than halfway there)

So Shantai who was driving my car at the time (remember she went with me to see him in October)

She gets admitted to the hospital because she basically blacked out while she was driving my car and yeah

ANYWAY

So my big sister, Rae, comes to the rescue

She had dropped me off at the nail shop because two of them broke in the accident and she's like it looks like we're going on a road trip 😭😭😭

She knows how important this was to me and that this was basically a late birthday/Christmas gift to myself and I was determined to get back to Kentucky because I fought for my damn life to get those tickets

Like I was crying so much that it wasn't even funny

I got some things out of my car when I originally went home, but coming back with Rae, I got the rest and took the plates off

(We not gonna talk about how my front license plate was basically ripped off and sitting in the back seat along with other pieces of my car 🙃)

Like airbags are deployed and the entire underside is ruined and yeah soo

TOTALED

Just grateful to walk away without any broken bones, I'll take the broken heart from losing my first car that I worked so hard for

Onto bigger and better and I can't change the past

We left Sunday morning at 3 am, got into Louisville around 2 something and because the reservation was still in Shantai's name and they actually HELD THE ROOM (which we were all very surprised by), we stayed at The Galt House Hotel which is right next to the KFC Yum Center.

THAT SHIT WAS NICEEEE

It was like a damn apartment up in that bitch

And I was lowkey sad about not being able to be there that long

Like ya girl was about to visit Churchill Downs, eat Alfredo at Vincenzo's and go to Morris Deli

But it's okay, I'll be back

So because I am fucking exhausted, I go to sleep and get up to take a shower and get ready

BITCHHHHH I'm hype now

I GET TO SEE MY BABY FOR THE SECOND TIME IN 2 MONTHS

Okay so let's get into this outfit

White shirt

Black tulle skirt

Fishnets

Combat boots

Leather jacket

YA GIRL WAS LOOKING FUCKING AMAZING, OKAY!?! (And I got Hella compliments. Everyone was like you look so pretty 🥺😭)

By this time, it's like 7:40 and we walk to the arena

IT WAS FUCKING FREEZING

Anyway, the arena is huge and it took us a minute to find our seats

Once we did, I could have cried because it was like the perfect view 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Okay so me and Rae are vibing to the opening acts and then I hear the first notes of Talk of the Town and I was like

BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HERE

FUCKING

GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AHHHHHHHH

When he hit the stage I SWEA TA GAWD he looked so fine and I said it loud as shit too lmao

My sister was like Oh... he is cute

I was like HEAUX BACK UP!

I SAW HIM FIRST 😭😭😭

So we're dancing and singing however why do I always happen to pick the section that is NEVER lit

(Section 111 do better, babes. Ya killing me smalls)

But I don't fucking care

YA GIRL IS GOING IN

SUNDOWN

GHOST

21C/DELTA

TYLER HERRO

LUV IS DRO

WARSAW

Literally screaming every lyric at the top of my lungs

Okay so boom

OUTFIT CHANGE

I was like okay baby I see you looking like you stepped out 1970

Oh important side note: URBAN WAS FUCKING HIDING ALL NIGHT FROM ME AGAIN (I'm getting real tired of his shit)

Okay back to the story

LIKE A BLADE OF GRASS

MOVIE STAR

NAIL TECH

POISON

WHAT'S POPPIN

ALREADY BEST FRIENDS

INDUSTRY BABY

Gawd

When he did State Fair, I just about MELTED 🥺🥺🥺

And then the girl with the sign talking about the titties missed you

And Jack was like excuse me this is a family show 😭😭😭

But yet...

You got a song called I Wanna See Some Ass bro....

Okay, Jackman

Of course he had the hose and acted like a damn fool

And of course the little basketball thingy

They kept missing except one person so Jack was like if I make it, they all win

He missed like 3 times

And I was like bitch

Cancel the movie NEOW 😭😭😭

Like he is the definition of white men can't jump lmaooooo

I kid, I kid lmao

Anyway

IT WAS HOT AS FUCK IN THERE

And the fire DID NOT HELP

I was like STINK TURN.IT.OFF.NEOW.

A bitch almost came out her clothes

(Backstage with Jackman's eyes only of course)

So I'm just so PROUD OF HIM 😭😭😭

Of course he ended with First Class and we wait until it clears out because I wasn't trying to get trampled and if someone stepped on my skirt it would have been on sight

And when we get to the merch line, my sister was like uhh yeah imma need a shirt too 😭😭😭

She has officially come to the dark side

I saw my mother in law and she is actually taller than what I expected

Like I was just walking, turned to the left and did a double take lmaoooo

And I told her I would help cook for Christmas lmaoo

Like Jack stole her entire face 😭😭😭

So we get our shirts and... I TOOK A PIC NEXT TO THE KFC BUCKET WITH BIG HEAD'S FACE ON IT!

That bucket was tall as fuck

Okay so after that

We only slept for four hours before getting back on the road to go home

We made it to the Maryland state line in 6 hours 😭

Very thankful my sister drove because even though I wasn't driving when the accident took place, I just can't bring myself to do it right now.

All in all

I had an amazing time and much thanks to my big sister for saving the day and making her little sister's wish come true 🥺

#ree's thoughts #finally saw bae in concert #AGAIN #concerts with ree #i want jack to show me why his name is missionary jack #imma kick urby's ass when I see him

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sugarcrash · 5 years

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Dance // Grayson Dolan

(A/N: This is gonna be a shorty but I just wanted to get a blurb out for the twins!)

Summary: Grayson catches you dancing alone one night when you think he's gone

Warnings: Swearing

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Phew. Finally, after a while, Ethan disappeared back into his cave of a room.

Tonight was Friday, and I liked to make Fridays my dancing days. I would blast music through my apartment, dancing my ass off for hours before collapsing into an exhausted, wheezing pile on my bed.

But tonight, my boyfriend, Grayson, had invited me over to stay the night. Except, he went to get food and had been stuck in traffic for a half hour now. I looked back at the texts we had exchanged

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Gray Bae: What do u want?

Me: Taco Bell!!!

Gray Bae: Ok

<8:04 pm>

Gray Bae: Im stuck in traffic

Gray Bae: They say it might be another hour or so :(

Me: Its ok I can wait

Gray Bae: I'll be home ASAP

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Ethan had been sitting outside on the couch with me for a little while, but he was only on his phone. I yelled at him in my head. 'Leave, Ethan! Can't you see I want to dance? Go text in your room!'

He retreated a few minutes later, and when I heard his door shut, I turned my phone on and went to Spotify, clicking on my favorite playlist and letting "Parents" by Yungblud play out loud.

I got up and began to dance around, waving my arms and sometimes singing along to the words. I liked to pretend that it was own little concert.

"Put a toaster in my bath, watch my mum and dad laugh, see a thousand bolts go through the son they wish they never had!" I belted out. Hey, I never said I was the best vocalist.

I twirled around, crashing into some pieces of furniture as I danced around their living room. I ended the song by jumping up onto the couch.

Many songs continued to play and I shook around to each one of them, sometimes replaying my favorite parts over and over again. At one point, I thought I heard something, but I was too caught up in my movement to care.

I even threw in a few gymnastics moves, kicking my foot high up in the air when the beat dropped. My shirts began to sweat, and I threw off my hoodie to expose my skin-tight top. It was as if I had been prepared to work out.

It felt great, like I was on stage. I was on fire! Well, until I heard a loud cough from the corner of the room. I looked over and covered my mouth with my hands, my eyes wide.

There stood Grayson, food bags in hand. He saw my expression and laughed, clapping. "Fuck, I didn't know you could dance like that."

"How much did you see?"

"About 5 or 10 minutes. Don't worry, I won't tell."

"You better not, bitch!"

He chuckled again, walking over to the kitchen to set down dinner. I reached over and pulled my tacos out of the bag, grabbing a plate and setting them down on it.

"Ethan! Dinner!" Grayson yelled to his twin.

When he came out, E was smiling evilly at me. What was going on?

As we all sat down with our food, he grinned at me in that way again.

"So, Y/N, you like to dance?"

"What?" I asked.

He held up his phone, playing a video. Both Gray and I leaned closer to see me dancing in the living room. A few laughs came from behind the camera.

I blushed. "You weren't supposed to see that."

Both twins laughed loudly.

"Nice concert."

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loove-persevering · 5 years

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First Appearances Part 6! (Shawn Mendes Imagine)

Description: All those feelings you’ve been hiding these past couple of months, they’ve all lead up to this moment.

Word Count: 1.5k (A lot shorter I know! But I have a feeling you will be okay with it;))

Need to Catch up first? Part 1 Part 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5

Shawn was standing outside the cab, his body looked frantic his eyes were wide and he looks desperate to talk to you. You could easily just tell the cab driver to head off, then just avoid Shawn at any event you both were at but that probably wouldn’t work out in your favor. You felt like closure was the only way that would help you fully move on from Shawn no matter how much you didn't want to. Shawn was someone you met once in a lifetime, and this was it for you.

You open the cab door slowly and apologize to the cab driver who just groans in response. You close the door of the cab, he quickly drives off down the street, so much for your getaway car. Shawn looked shocked that you had actually given him the time, he watches you carefully probably taking note of your tear stained cheeks.

He doesn’t say anything for a minute or so just staring at you watching what felt like your every move, you crossed your arms over your chest comforting yourself, you stop pacing and look up at him who was already watching you in return, ‘’Well?’’ You ask him the hurt evident in your voice.

‘’I’ve missed you,’’ He confesses.

You scuff laughing almost in disbelief, ‘’If you did, you would’ve called.’’ You say annoyed. ‘’You never called,’’ You say finally uncrossing your arms now they dangled at your side, just that motion alone made you feel more vulnerable to him.

‘’I didn’t know what to say!’’ He sounded defensive.

‘’You went silent after that night, obviously something better came along,’’ You say and you see an annoyed expression on his face when you look up at him.

‘‘That,’‘ He pauses, ‘‘Is ridiculous.’‘

‘‘Oh, it is?’‘ You say pushing back at him.

‘‘Y/N, your so fucking stubborn!’‘ He yells running his hands through his hair.

‘’Why is everyone saying that?’’ You groan, that’s the second time tonight.

‘’Well you are!’’ He says his voice still slightly raised. ‘’I mean you are the most stubborn person I have ever met, you could’ve called me you know? Phone works both ways?’’

‘’What was I suppose to say? Hey hope you had fun tonight, oh by the way you broke my heart?’’ You looking at him, a look flickered in his eyes as if he was finally connecting the dots.

‘‘I broke your heart?’‘ He huffs out.

‘‘Yes Shawn, Is that so hard to believe?’‘ You ask whaling your arms up and the slap again your side. ‘‘I may be stubborn, but your so damn blind, so blind.’‘ You explain, to him. You watch as Shawn’s face breaks out into a smile, ‘’What?’’ You ask annoyed. ‘’What’s so funny?’’

‘’Y/N That night when the pictures came out, they were not what they looked like.’’ He says and raise your eyebrow at him confused, ‘’The girl was a friend, she was hammered and was in no state to be out. I took her back to my hotel yes, but she slept in the bed and I took the couch.’’ He explains.

‘‘Then why wouldn’t you just call and tell me that?’‘ You ask him. ‘’I would’ve listened, I waited for you to call but you never did.’’ You say and you see his face twitch slightly.

‘’When I got on twitter the next morning everyone was talking about me and then everyone was talking about you and how hurt you must have been,’’ He pauses. ‘’It was dumb but at the time I figured you wouldn’t want to talk to me and I had just caused you enough hurt.’’

‘‘Shawn you were the only person I wanted to talk to,’‘ You say and his face breaks out into the smallest of a smile,’‘But when you didn’t call..It just made it seem like you traded up.’‘ You says looking down at your hands fiddling with the ring you had on. You hear footsteps and when you look up Shawn was standing in front of you looking down at your face.

‘’Nobody is better enough for me than you,’’ He says sincerely placing his hand on your cheek. ‘’I think I’ve been in love with you since you hit your head on the car window the first time we went to Krispy Kreme,’’ He says, you look up at him in shock. In love?

You feel your eyes begin to water, ‘’You mean that,’’ You manage to choke out. He nods his head looking straight into your eyes, you feel him start to pull the back of your neck closer to his face. You don’t let him put anymore time between you and his lips you push your self up your lips meeting his. You felt like you almost knocked him over but he steadied himself and you his hands wrapped around your waist.

You kissed him desperately like it was the one thing you had been deprived of your entire life, and now that you had gotten a taste you didn’t think you could ever live without it again. You pull away from him, looking up through your eyelashes, ‘’I’m so in love with you,’’ you state and he looks down at you smiling cupping his hands around your face pulling you in for another kiss.

It had been a month since that night, you and Shawn were finally together and you had never been happier. You were watching him from the side of the stage as he did what he loved most perform, you watched the smile on his face beam as he jumped off the stage running around giving high fives to fans on the floor like he did at the end of every concert. You smile when he comes off stage heading straight for you wrapping both arms around you picking you up and giving you an eager kiss on the lips.

You blush when he pulls away, ‘’Amazing,’’ you say to him. He wraps his arm around your shoulder pulling you closely, he was insanely sweaty but you didn’t mind. You wrap your arms around his torso making your way back to his dressing room, he changes quickly but taking time to put his shirt back on just for you. He picks up his jean jacket and slides his hands in the sleeves before holding the door open for you. You take his hand and you both sprint out of the stadium into the black SUV, Shawn had wanted to take you.

You look up at the stairs in front of you both giving each other a side glance before both of you breaking out into a sprint up the stairs. When you finally reach the top being ahead of him he reaches his hand pulling you back and you land perfectly against his chest both of your chest rising quickly.

You glance out at the scene before you the light grazing the city, you let out a deep breath looking up at Shawn who was staring out as well. You take everything about him in, the way his hair was still sticking to his face from the concert, his breath uneven from running up the stairs. You even take note of the scar just where his face creased as he smiled, he looks down at you aware you were studying him now.

‘‘What?’‘ He asks laughing, ‘‘Something on my face,’‘ He asks taking his hand away from yours and wiping his face with his hand. You shake your head no grabbing his hand back.

You hadn’t realized how much your life had changed since Shawn, when you first met him you had the tingles but you thought nothing of it just wanting to know the boy as friends at least. But now when you look at him, you see so much more than that. You see a future and you knew that’s what he saw too. Brian and Geoff would always tease you about how in love you were but you both didn’t seem to mind partly because you both knew it was true. You were absolutely one hundred percent in love with him and finally being with him felt like a breath of fresh air after you had been under for so long.

‘’We’re a pretty good couple, huh?’’ You ask him teasingly.

‘’I hate you,’’ he says jokingly planting a kiss on your lips. ‘’But yes we are,’’ He laughs at you when he pulls away.

‘’Where to tomorrow?’’ You ask leaning your head on his chest hearing the sound of his heartbeat.

‘’Don’t know, don’t care as long as your there,’’ He says and you smile turning your head into his shirt before looking up at him smiling. That was the moment it had all built up to, everything felt right with him and you knew that no matter what came in the years to come that it would all be okay. You watch as his eyes crinkle as he laughs at you and you lean up kissing him passionately never wanting this moment to end.

It was only the beginning for you and Shawn and your relationship, but whatever came your way you knew it would be alright because the love you had for each other was the kind that came once in a lifetime. That no matter what happened you would both always end back up the right way, together.

PLEASE READ!

First off thank you so much for the love on this story, This is the first of my writings I’ve ever put out there and to see how much people enjoyed it and wanted to keep reading makes my heart so happy! I am taking request now and will continue to write more so if you have any ideas you want to throw at me I’m more than willing to try and put it in words for you and will put my all into it just like I have with this series. SEND ME REQUEST:)

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spidermaninlove · 5 years

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GQ Style Interview Commentary

My commentary in larger font.

He's been leaning on the people in his life who have already experienced what he's going through now. “I've been so lucky that I've had friends like Zendaya”—his Spider-Man costar and onscreen love interest—“friends like RDJ, friends like Hemsworth. Now a friend like Jake Gyllenhaal, where I can really kind of confide in them, 'cause they've been through it before. But I think the best piece of advice I got or saw was how you're working with actors who are at the top of the game. Like, it doesn't get much higher than where they're at, but they're also professional and so nice and so humble. So it was a nice eye-opener for me that, like, you can work in this industry and be at that level and not be a dick. You know? 'Cause you hear all the horror stories.”

Z -- literally bae! followed by RDJ, Chris, and Jake.

Millions of people now care about what he does, who he does—or doesn't—date. Last week, to his great chagrin, he had what we will call his first Mystery Blonde experience. It was the most innocuous thing: On Sunday he went to a concert in Hyde Park. On Wednesday photos of him and a blonde woman approximately his age in close contact were in dozens of tabloids across the world. On that same day, the bereft reaction from thousands of Spider-Man fans who had imagined Holland in a real-life relationship with Zendaya arrived, full of fury and sadness. And then, on Thursday, in perhaps the most jarring part of it, the tabloids identified the woman he was with by name and Instagram account.

Tom confirms the O incident was “innocuous.” Innocuous being the key word here!

“Imagined”? Nothing new here. They’ve always maintained they’re just friends.

“So yeah, it hasn't been the best week,” Holland says. His jaw tightens a bit just at the thought of it.

Because this person's privacy was violated by a million tabloids?

“Yeah.”

Is that why?

“It's just, I'm a very private person. If you do a Google search, I'm not a tabloid person. I don't like living in the spotlight. I'm quite good at only being in the spotlight when I need to be. Um, so…uh…it just was a bit of a shock to the system. It's the first time I've ever kind of been in the tabloids. It's the first time something like this has ever really happened to me. So it's a bit of a shock to the system. Um, but you know, but it's something that you look at and you go, ‘Oh, well, I just don't put myself in that situation again.’ ”

Privacy being the key here.

What would that mean, to not put yourself in that situation again?

Holland looks out the window for some time. “I don't really want to talk about it,” he says finally.

But then he continues: “For me, it's a reflection of a life that I don't live. And I like my private life, I like my friends, I like going out. And it—yeah, I just—”

In my opinion, he’s skirting around the real issue here.

This was a new level of surveillance.

“Yeah. I was just, Whoa, what is going on here? And it was just a little stressful. You know, it was a wake-up of, like: This is what your life is now. So just be wary.”

The pap photos and the ensuing media/social media storm were a game changer.

#tomdaya

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Marine reunion; Joe Mazzello x Military!reader

*Author’s note*

As a little decompresser before I go to take my second final, I thought everyone who is suffering as I am could do with a little Joey fluff. So I want to wish anyone who is currently doing their finals the best of luck and I hope this distracts you for a brief moment of all the stress that we’re all going through at this very moment.

Sidenote if I get anything wrong in regard to Marine rankings, PLEASE let me know, I want to do justice esp. since my dad was a former Marine himself, so just send me a message or comment below and politely correct me if I’ve missed something. Thank you all and happy reading and good luck on your finals. And may the odds forever be in our favor.

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“Hey guys it’s (y/n) (l/n). Or to any of my military pals out there this is Staff Sergeant (l/n) of the United States Marines. I just landed in London and I am about to head over to the Bohemian Rhapsody set. I didn’t want to do this live on my Instagram because I don’t want the surprise to be ruined but I will have it posted on there soon. I’ve got to go get my bag but I’ll check back in later, over and out.”

I went over to the baggage claim and waited for my duffle bag as well as my suitcase to come out. Even as an American once people saw me in my uniform, they saluted me or came up to me and told me that I was doing a good thing serving my country. I graciously thanked them and soon my bags came in. As I walked out with my bags I soon saw a man in a black suit with a sign that read.

S.S (L/n).

I knew right then that this was my ride. I had called my good friend Rami Malek and told him of the special surprise I was hoping to do for my boyfriend Joe Mazzello and Rami had actually arranged a cab to take me straight to the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. I walked up to the man and he said.

“Ms. (l/n)?”

“That is correct sir.”

“Hope you had a safe flight ma’am. I’m Lewis and I will be driving you over to the film set.”

“Thank you so much Lewis.” I thanked him.

“No need, my grandfather fought in the South Pacific.” He said. He took my suitcase leaving me with my duffle and the two of us headed out and got into the car. I took my phone back out and went back to the video setting and said.

“Okay so I am in the car right now, I just got picked up by this lovely gentleman right here, care to say hello Lewis?” I flipped the camera vision around to show Lewis and he turned around and waved before I flipped the screen back to me. “He’s going to be taking me to the set. Hopefully no one’s spilled the beans to Joe, but I think it’s gonna be good. I’ll touch base back once we get to set.”

You see I had known Joe and Rami since forever. In fact I was currently at the same bootcamp that they were training in in order to get into their characters for a little project called ‘The Pacific.’ And Joe was playing a great hero known in the Corp, Corporal Eugene Sledge. I was at bootcamp for about 7 months at the time when I first met them, but we became good friends with each other.

As much as we could, we’d touch base with each other whenever there was a break from their lessons and I had a day of rest for a bit before going back to resume training. I taught them as much as I knew of the Marine’s history and they took each thing I said to heart to help with their roles.

As time passed on, contact with them grew less and less until one day at my 18 month temporary leave from Iraq, I met up with Joe at a club. He was apparently in the middle of developing a project about his brother, John who was a baseball player. Then one thing led to another and soon we began to date.

Of course the distance between not only my leaving for deployment but his acting career was sometimes strained but somehow we still managed to work out. I had been told from him through a phone call once he had gotten the okay to tell people, that he had been casted as Queen’s bass player John Deacon in the new Queen biopic “Bohemian Rhapsody.”

I was so proud of my bae and I was beyond excited because Queen was my all time favorite group growing up. My mom loved their music and even got to watch their Live Aid performance with my dad when he was on deployment in London.

My family’s always been a military family with my dad’s side. My grandfather fought in WW2 in the actual Pacific wars, my father fought in Desert storm and now I have been part of the military fleet of taking down Al-Qaida. In fact I was there and the one to pull the trigger on Osama-Bin Laden himself.

Now I had told Joe that I wasn’t sure whether I would be able to visit the set and watch them film the official Live Aid performance. Poor Joey took it so hard but he understood and didn’t say another word of it.

But what he didn’t know was that I was lying. I had gotten the all clear to go on a 1 year deployment leave and I would be arriving on time just before they would film the most iconic rock concert in history.

After about an hour and a half drive through London and me taking pictures of all the sights since I hadn’t been to London, we finally arrived at the set. I got out of the car and thanked Lewis and he told me it was an honor to drive me, one Military brat to another.

“You must be Joe’s girlfriend.” I turned around to see Graham King the producer of the film.

“Yes. Staff Sargant (Y/n) (l/n), it’s great to finally meet you Mr. King.” We shook hands and he said.

“Please call me Graham. And it’s an honor to have a young Marine like yourself here.”

“Thank you so much for allowing Joe the part, this meant so much to him.”

“Oh believe me he was a blessing in disguise. Practically looks like John Deacon himself.” I laughed softly and agreed with him. “Do you mind if you record the rest of the video for me?”

“Not at all.” I handed him my phone and he took it and he messed around with it and I said.

“You recording?” He held his finger up and then pointed at me telling me that he was now officially recording. “Well here I am at the set of Bohemian Rhapsody. Weather’s been good to me so far, uhh I’ve got the producer Graham King recording and being my camera man for a bit. And now I’m about to go see Joey.”

“But we gotta make sure we’re quiet because last I was there; they were about to start filming.”

“Okay so let’s hurry and get over to the main stage and see how they all do.” We then walked across the set. Graham would put the phone down so as to not spoil any secrets until finally we came around the bottom of the tall Wembley stage.

Oh my god, it was just like looking at the actual thing. And I could see the guys all up on stage in full costume and god did Joey really look like John with that fluffy wig on. After not seeing him for over a year this was unbelievable, my heart was racing and I almost screamed out to him but I didn’t want to give the surprise away too early, plus I didn’t want the director mad at me for ruining a take.

Graham handed me my phone back and I asked if I was at least allowed to take pics of the boys and he granted me access so long as I didn’t post them on any social media yet. So I shut off the recording and began to take some pics as the boys began to recreate the full Live Aid concert.

And it was absolutely amazing. The costumes, the lights, the live playing of their instruments, everything was beautiful. Seeing my good friend Rami embody Freddie on stage was like actually seeing Freddie live and in person, now I know how my mom felt when she was at the real Wembley stadium at the actual performance.

And Joe—oh my Joey. Playing the bass and doing the famed Disco Deacy moves when need be. As ‘Bohemian Rhapsody’ ended and Radio Gaga came on now, I couldn’t help but sing along and when the double clap came up, I joined in smiling widely as tears formed in my eyes.

Song after song played and I would softly sing along, danced a bit (Crazy little thing called love) and do the stomp-stomp-clap (We will rock you) as well as taking pictures as well as short snippet videos. Finally the last song ‘We are the Champions’ came on and I swayed softly singing along and watching the boys bring it all the way home.

Just like the real Live Aid performance, these four boys were truly bringing a show and punching a hole in the sky. By the end of it all, I along with the crowd of over 200 extras were applauding. Even the crew members were applauding as the four boys stood front and center on stage and Rami did the famed goodbye Freddie did at the real Live Aid.

After calling cut and seeing that the first run through was a huge success and no need to do it again, Graham then took one of the mics and said.

“Alright everyone that’s a wrap on the Live Aid set!” Everyone clapped along with Rami, Gwilym, Ben and Joe. “And I know it was probably special to one of our actors, Joe will you please stay forward?” Joe got that confused look on his face as Rami pulled the two other boys back and one of the crew members came over to me and led me up towards the back of the stage.

As I raced up the stage and was guided behind the flaps where the boys had come out of before filming started, I felt my adrenaline pumping up as Graham’s voice continued to speak.

“Joe Mazzello playing our bass player John Deacon, we’d like to acknowledge your girlfriend Staff Sergeant (Y/n) (L/n) of the US Marines.” And once again even though as an American officer of the military, Armed forces is Armed forces, so all the British extras and crew members cheered and applauded as Graham continued, “Staff Sergeant (l/n) has been serving in the military for over 10 years, you both met during the set of filming ‘The Pacific’ and we tip our hats to your girlfriend for being part of missions like the fall of Al-Qaida. And the search for Bin-Laden.” The crowd kept cheering and I knew Joe had to be a blushing mess right about now. “So everyone please give it up for Staff Sergeant (l/n)!” two of the cast members playing the volunteers pulled back the flaps and I walked on stage and the crowd roared with applause. Joe turned around and bless his little heart he fell to the crowd crying.

I walked closer to him until he suddenly shot up like a bullet, sprinted like a freakin cheetah and tackled me in a hug. Picking me up and spinning me around. I sobbed into his shirt as I held him as tightly as he was holding me.

I could hear the crowd whistling and cheering, and through my own teary eyes I saw Rami and the two other boys clap and wipe away their tears, I could also see Rami with his phone out probably recording a video of this.

Joe then began kissing all over my face frantically before capturing my lips and not letting up.

“I don’t—I can’t……how did…..oh who the fuck cares you’re here! And you’re back! You’re really here!” he said between hard and deep kisses.

“Ladies and gentlemen please give it up one more time for Staff Sergeant (Y/n) (L/n)!” The crowd cheered one last time as Joe pulled me in for one last kiss, but this time he dipped me backwards in that famed ‘dip kiss’ pose.

After things finally calmed down, Joe and I were walking through the backstage of the Wembley stage and he said.

“I still can’t believe you came. Did you see the whole performance?”

“Yeah I did. Saw it from start to finish. I was watching you the whole time.”

“But how?”

“You can thank the set approval visit from Rami. Also I got approved for a 1 year leave. I can stay here with you and see you film the movie, maybe even go to the premiere. If you’ll have me that is.”

“Oh doll of course I want you there with me. God I just can’t believe you’re here.” He hugged me tight and I buried my face into his neck, playing around with his floofy wig. It was then I was shocked to see just who a few feet were away from me were.

Going around the set talking with Graham was the real life Brian May and Roger Taylor.

“Oh….my god.” I said star-struck. Joe turned around and he said,

“You wanna meet them?”

“I—I’ll make a fool of myself I just know it.” I said sheepishly.

“Hey, I was petrified to meet them too but they’re really awesome guys.” I looked up into my boyfriend’s brown eyes and said.

“I swear if you embarrass me we’re finished.” He laughed softly and pecked my cheek before taking my hand and leading me towards the two rock Gods.

“Brian, Roger.” The two rock legends looked up and Brian said.

“Ah Joe, amazing job out there. You all were fantastic; it was like being back at Live Aid.” Brian said.

“Thanks Brian.” Joe thanked them.

“So this is the girl you wouldn’t stop talking about.” Roger said as he turned to look at me.

“Yes, I told you I wasn’t making her up.” Joe teased. He wrapped his arm around me and said, “Gentlemen, this is the love of my life (Y/n) (l/n). (Y/n) you obviously know Brian and Roger.” I nervously waved and smiled sheepishly.

“I really hope he didn’t overdo it on talking about me.”

“Nonsense, we’ve done the same thing with our wives. It’s great to finally meet you dear.” Brian said with a soft smile and extended his hand out to me. I shook it and blushed at the fact that Brian May just called me dear.

“Can I just say that it’s just an honor to even be in her royal majesties presence? My mom actually got to see you guys perform in the real Live Aid concert while my dad was deployed here in London back in the mid 80’s.”

“Believe us love, if anyone’s honored to be in someone’s presence it’s us that are honored to meet you. You’re doing your country proud for all the work you’ve done.” Roger said and soon the two members of the greatest rock and roll band actually saluted me. And I did the best thing I knew.

I saluted her majesties back.

Later that day as the day went on and I got to know Ben and Gwilym more by going out to the pub once filming was over. I noticed that Joe refused to take off his Yankees hat. In fact he made sure that no one was going to take it off.

“Joey please take the hat off, there’s no need for it.” I said.

“I don’t think I should.”

“Oh come on, it’s not like you can get wig-hair. Now take it off before you get severe case of hat-hair.”

“(Y/n) it’s for the best that I—” suddenly Gwilym flopped the hat off and gestured,

“This is why he won’t take it off (y/n). He’s got a perm!” The boys then all began to hoot and holler as Joe embarrassingly grabbed his hat and put it back on. However I stopped him and removed the hat to see his full on curly perm. He refused to look at me as he muttered.

“I didn’t know perm stood for permanent.” I smiled at my loveable dork and kissed his cheek and said.

“It looks cute on you.”

“Yeah right.”

“I’m serious. It’s not that bad. When I first enrolled at bootcamp my hairdresser actually screwed up and cut my hair into the Captain Marvel mohawk style. And all I wanted was just a pixie cut.”

“You mean the female captain Marvel style right?”

“Yes.” He looked at me almost imagining it and he said.

“I think you’d look cute with it, hell badass even. I mean when I met you your hair was already midway to your neck.”

“Yeah but never again will I get a mohawk.”

“Oh c’mon babe. If I have to get a perm, then you have to get a mohawk.”

“Absolutely out of the question Mazzello. Now not another word of it or I’ll have you detained for insubordination.”

“Ohh gonna get all naught with me Staff Sergeant?” he mocked as his forehead touched mine.

“We’re still here you know.” Rami’s voice piped in. Joe and I chuckled nervously and we pecked each other’s lips before I apologized to the guys and we continued our round of drinks.

As the weeks followed and more scenes were being filmed, Joe was currently being fitted into some of the concert footages they were going use as Queen got more publicity. He now had the long haired wig, wore the black pants, high-heeled boots and the black overcoat with buttoned down white shirt that revealed his chest, you know the Live at the Rainbow Nov. 1974 look.

“Well how do I look?” he asked.

“I swear Joey if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were trying to seduce me with that outfit.” I said as I had been fitted to be one of the extras in the crowd.

I wore a beautiful black floral chiffon cape dress that went down pass my knees. I was fitted with a (h/c) wavy haired wig as well as some black heels and a couple of necklaces and bracelets.

“Oh really?” Oh god he was now slipping into Deacon’s accent. He slowly walked over toward me and cupped my chin and said still using the accent, “Am I seducing you now love?”

“Possibly.” He smirked at me before lightly kissing me before trailing along my jaw line, up my cheek and towards my ear.

“My beautiful darling, you have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?” He nipped and kissed around my ear, whispering to me in that accent of his words of love and lustful desires. I gripped onto his shoulders as I softly moaned, I felt myself get lost in the pleasure of feeling his strong arms around me and his dirty whispers in my ear that I almost didn’t even register the director calling everyone into place. “Care to stay after the show love?” he spoke.

“John Deacon I swear you better take me home after this concert.”

“I will love, that’s a promise.” Joe grinned and kissed me before taking me hand and leading me toward the set.

In the months to come, I was there for Joe each scene that was filmed. Being an extra in the crowd and when it came time for the premiere, I was right there center stage right by Joe’s side the entire time. I was so proud and happy for all that’s he’s accomplished and I was so happy that I was allowed to be a part of this massive success.

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