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bangficsx · 1 year

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PAINT ME RED | 05

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"It's ridiculous how I just can't get bored from looking at your face" Jia complained standing with her back rested against the wall near the mirror earning a gummy smile from Yoongi. He had brought her to the dressing room while getting ready for the concert. She was watching him getting his makeup done.

"I'll apply his lip color. It'll probably get removed when I kiss him" Jia said to the makeup artist who smiled at her comment.

"So you plan before kissing me?"

"No. That's why I told her" Jia said trying not to touch his face and ruining his makeup.

"Take a picture of me" Yoongi asked giving her his phone. She even knew his pin by now. Seven months together and they both trusted each other more than anything.

"Give me a gummy smile" Jia asked him before clicking a picture. Then she changed to the front camera and pulled him for a selfie.

"That's such a good one" Jia smiled looking at their pictures. She quickly put a peck on his lips. Yoongi smiled caressing her hair.

"Unnie you can apply the lip color now" Jia said shyly to the makeup artist.

"Now I'll go to my seat or someone might think it's vacant. Burn the stage baby" Jia smirked before going outside to the stadium.

She had bought the first row tickets even though Yoongi insisted on making arrangements. She went to the bathroom first to fix her makeup and brush her hair untying them. She changed her clothes too since she'd came here in her casuals which weren't very concert appropriate. One thing about Kang Jia she always wanted to be the best dressed person.

Latching the bathroom door she quickly changed into a red top with straps and a black skirt with floral prints. She changed her sneakers with her black boots. She quickly did her makeup a layer of mascara, concealer and her signature red lipstick. She also wore the pearl necklace and earrings Yoongi had gifted her on their 200th day together.

Running to her car Jia threw her huge tote bag into the backseat and took out the smaller purse she had brought and then she stood in the line to get inside the venue. Nobody would ever believe they were standing in the line next to Min Yoongi's their idol's girlfriend.

BTS and Army's enjoyed the whole concert together with lots of heart warming moments meeting after months. They had their last concert in Korea back when Yoongi and Jia met in Busan, seven months ago.

Jia got the whole experience of attending a bangtan concert for the first time. She now understood what it felt like to love their music and enjoy it. Although they were all her friends now but still it was an experience she could never jot down with words. Watching Yoongi perform unfolded a side of him she hadn't seen before. She had never seen him do something with such passion before. He really did love what he did. Music was his whole life.

To the end of the concert Jia held a placard in her hand with the classic saying of army's 'YOONGI MARRY ME' except it was different for her, she actually had a chance. Yoongi noticed her standing in the front and passed a toothy grin to her. He thought it was just for fun little did he knew she had other plans.

Yoongi was being filmed the entire time when he went back to the dressing room after the concert he thought it was just for some content but when he reached there it was nothing like when he left it. Jia went down on one knee with a ring in a box held in her hand. The room was decorated with flowers and balloons and candles. The placard she was holding in her hand before was now hanging on the wall.

"Yoongi..." He instantly had tears in his eyes which he wiped before walking upto her. He sat down cross legged in front of her and made her do the same. They didn't care that they were being filmed the whole time not for content to preserve these precious memories forever.

"You already know how much I love you Yoongi. We were two strangers sitting on the beach the night we first met. I think about it sometimes if you hadn't talked to me that night this would've never happened I would've never known true love. You've made my life complete, filled the void in my heart, loved me so immensely that I can't think about a future without you."

"My life was a dark blank page which you painted red with your color Jia"

"Shh.. let me do it. I might lose my mind if I don't get to say everything" Jia chuckled wiping her tears. "You've showed me how much I'm capable of loving someone and showed me how much love I'm deserving of. You've made me a better person Yoongi. In short, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me Min Yoongi?" Jia asked him with the ring in her hand.

Yoongi pulled out his wallet from his pocket and took out the ring he had been carrying around for days now.

"Oh my god" Jia was surprised when he took out the ring.

"Dont ever let my life be colorless again. Will you marry me Kang Jia?" Yoongi asked.

"Say yes" the whole staff and the other six members cheered for them standing at the door.

"Yes" they both said at the same time and slid the ring on each other's fingers. They both leaned in for a kiss on the lips. It lasted for a minute before they pulled apart and hugged each other.

"I love you" they said their voices overlapping each other's making them giggle.

They looked around at the people after they were out of their own little world. All clapping for the engaged couple.

"There's food and drinks for everyone" Jia said standing up with her fingers intertwined with Yoongi's. People congratulated them one after the other.

"I need good pictures taken" Jia pulled the cameraman requesting him to take pictures of her and Yoongi together and also her alone.

"Plan the wedding soon hyung. I can't wait to sing at your wedding" Jimin teased Yoongi.

"I can't wait too" he joked back.

Yoongi and Jia drank their champagne standing in a corner together telling each other how excited and confident they were about this. And that they should have the wedding within the next three months.

As soon as Jia posted her picture showing her engagement ring, countless congratulations and questions started pouring in. Congratulating her for the engagement and questioning who it was with but she refrained from answering any of the questions.

"My period had to start on the night I proposed. Seriously I hate my organs" Jia sighed at the disappointment of not being able to have celebratory sex with Yoongi. Both of them sat on Yoongi's bed.

"We'll make up for it baby. Besides we have so many things to do. We have a whole wedding to plan."

"I want to do it as soon as possible" Jia said turning towards Yoongi.

"Me too"

"First of all we need to book a venue before planning other things."

"We could make bookings for the earliest date they have" Yoongi added.

"Get your laptop. Let's search for locations." Yoongi ran to his desk to get his laptop and jumped on the bed beside her. Jia sat hugging a cushion and her head rested on Yoongi's shoulder.

"Wedding venues in Seoul" he typed in the search bar. The options didn't really interest both of them. One hotel catched their eye but it had no bookings open for the next four months.

Yoongi kept scrolling down while Jia kept saying no repeatedly. She played with her new ring continously moving her fingertips over it. Yoongi smiled looking at her unconsciously doing it. Her happiness for the engagement was the most important thing to him. He knew she had been in an unhappy engagement before now he'd changed her world and her mind about these things.

"Wait... scroll up" Yoongi did as she said. "This one... Yoongi I wanna get married here" she said touching the screen. It was a small rooftop bar with a view of the hills.

"Jia they don't conduct weddings in this place." Yoongi tried to convince her it wasn't a wedding venue.

"We already know we don't want many people at the wedding ceremony itself most people are going to be there in the reception. So it's perfect, we could at least try"

"Fine, I'll try but don't have high hopes." Yoongi told her.

"Mail them"

"Now? You will be the death of me" Yoongi said while she giggled. He opened up his personal email and mailed the bar if they would be able to book the place for a wedding ceremony"

"I need to change my pad. You send that damn email" Jia said before going to the toilet. Yoongi nodded in yes.

Unexpectedly they answered quick "We don't book for weddings, apologies"

"I'm ready to xxxxx won" Yoongi typed. The respond was quick to be received "When do you wish to book sir?"

"Next month"

"Okay Sir you can choose between 21st, 23rd or 27th March." Yoongi thanked his stars for making it happen, he wanted everything to be perfect for Jia. He was marrying the woman of his dreams he would have nothing but only the best for her.

"Which date suits us better?" He asked Jia when she came back.

"Oh my god they agreed" Jia sat close to him.

"I made them" Yoongi said with a side grin.

"23rd. Something tells me it should be that. What do you think?"

"There's an important award show on 23rd." Yoongi said.

"Then 27th will be fine" Jia replied.

"It's a fan choice awards kinda means a lot to us. We want to attend it but then we'll be free so I could get an extended leave and we could even go on a long trip for our honeymoon."

"We also need to plan our honeymoon"

"Yeah baby"

"There's so much to do and so little time"

Guest lists, catering, decorations, invitations, wedding attires, Yoongi and Jia planned the whole wedding on their own without a manager to help them.

"Yoongi.." Jia looked at him knowing he knew what she wanted to say after looking at all the wedding dress options in the stylists catalogue.

"You want a red dress?" Yoongi asked her. Jia nodded in yes.

"Ma'am do you make customised clothes?" Yoongi asked the designer.

Jia walked down the aisle when the other members sang 'My universe' even Chris was invited by them to sing at the wedding.

"Never ending forever baby" Yoongi said with the widest smile on his lips helping her get up on the platform holding her hands.

She was wearing a long red dress with red roses made out of silk covering the neckline. It was a gorgeous dress. Yoongi's tuxedo was made go compliment her dress with a red waistcoat and red tie while the other pieces were black.

The cake had red roses carved on it. All their close friends and family were present there and they were happy. Even the reception went well with all the people having fun dancing and eating. The bride and groom danced to their hearts content on bts's tunes playing.

Yoongi even sung a song for her playing the guitar, lyrics written by him and music produced by him which left Jia in tears.

After all the celebrations ended they took refuge in a luxury hotel suite. They changed into robes and first drank another glass of champagne together.

"No condoms.." Yoongi whispered hovering above her.

"We are husband and wife now. I'm still on the pill there are very very small chances of anything happening. Still if fate plays it's game we'll handle it"

"Yes we can handle anything together"

"Of course we can" Jia said holding his hand tightly, the one which had the wedding ring on.

"I'm so glad the wedding went perfectly"

"Yeah.."

"Everyone we invited came. Not even a single person was absent."

"Yeah that was so nice"

"Let's post a picture tomorrow. We have got to do it now. Then I'll have a livechat when we're on the plane"

"I'll try to do one too.. we need to handle it well."

"Yes. My insta family will mostly be very happy. They'd all wanted me to find love for years now."

"Let's do it tomorrow. The company has got plans too..." Yoongi said.

"Lets have wedding night sex for now..." Jia whispered in his ear.

"Raw sex" Yoongi smirked before sitting up to remove the robe. Jia did the same.

They had the best sex that night. He finally got to feel her insides without a barrier and she got to feel him filling her up with his cum. It was mindblowing sex.

"Click post at the count of three?" Jia asked when both of them had the pic and the caption ready on their phones. Yoongi nodded in yes.

They clicked post when she said three and hugged each other. "This doesn't affects anything between us but it still feels like such a huge thing"

"It is a huge thing Yoongi. We're both public figures it's important to share this news with them."

"What will it be like when we share our pregnancy?" Yoongi asked her all shy.

"There's time for that. We just got married, don't think about it now. We can't think about it before we settle in our new house. There's so much to do."

Between their conversations they had forgotten about the post that had been created. It was a picture of them standing beside each other with their hands in front of their faces and it was written on Yoongi's palm JUST and on Jia's palm MARRIED. They didn't wanted to share pictures from the ceremony that was discussed and decided.

Headlines were already created. #YoonJi started trending in a matter of minutes. Jia gained thousands of followers in the matter of minutes. Her comment box was flooded with endless amounts of comments she could never complete reading. Although they did read a dozen together which congratulated them and some even hoping to see little Mins soon and most stating how lucky Jia was to find him. Some appreciated her costume while others asked questions about how they met and even knew pointed out she was engaged to him that's why she kept it a secret. People tried to speculate how long they'd been dating, some said she was pregnant hence they wedded within a month of their engagement. They both laughed reading the comments together. Yoongi even started to finally follow her page. All these months he had to use a private account to like and comment on her content.

"The people took it so well. I'm glad the media has had a positive response too" Yoongi said keeping his phone down and switching the TV on. The news was on every news channel.

Bangtantv posted a short video after a few hours as a gift for the newlyweds. They had posted an official announcement earlier when Yoongi posted. They both watched it together on the TV. It had snaps from their dating phase to their engagement and their wedding.

All the members congratulated the couple with pictures from the ceremony on their own handles.

In the evening they posted a selfie with finger hearts thanking all the people.

After two days when they were on their flight to Norway on their way to see the northern lights. Jia went live on her page. For the first time millions of people joined it.

"Hi everyone. Welcome.. welcome back. I'm Kang Jia. How's everyone doing?"

How are you?

How's Yoongi?

Where are you?

Congrats Jia!

Jia smiled looking at all the messages. "I'm on a flight. Yoongi's good too thanks for asking. He's taking a nap. We were packing all night and then he woke up early to do some work thing he had so he didn't sleep much. It's a long flight. I'm very tired too but talking with you all energizes me"

"Where am I going? You'll know it when I reach there. Please respect our privacy guys. We don't wish for anything but to have a normal peaceful life. I'm a content creator you'll see us together all the time but please respect the fact we've a life together as husband and wife but also as two separate individuals. He'll continue to love all his fans as much as he does. I'm a different part of his life you guys are different. He loved you all that will never decrease in any sense."

"Why did I get married so quick? It's right when it's right." Jia squinted to read the comments which were going up very fast.

"Am I preggo? Nope. That's not why we got married. Will I tell you all when I am? Of course like when I feel it's the right time. I will. You all can relax I have no problems in stating it clearly that I'm not planning a baby right now. We gotta build a strong foundation of our marriage before starting a family. My sister's having a baby though, you all know that." Jia rested her chin on her palm looking at the screen trying to read more comments.

"Who designed my wedding dress? I already have a post up where I have mentioned the people who got me ready for my big day."

"Who is more enthusiastic about the future? Both. We both wanted the same things from the start."

"We will be getting a cat though. Tell me from where I can adopt one. Come on guys marriage is not everything about me. Look at my new haircut none of you noticed that I'm hurt..." Jia said touching her hair.

"Also..." she turned the camera and pointed it towards her hands. "Look at my nails. Gorgeous aren't they?" She showed her nail art.

"Yours Yoongi will chat with his beloved armys on live after he wakes up from his nap. Let him sleep for now, we don't want him to fall sick. This is my live." Jia pouted.

After Yoongi woke up he sat down with a plate of snacks and switched on the live.

"Hi guys. Hello" he said in his usual manner. "Thank you for the congratulatory messages" he said.

"Jia... Jia is a very beautiful person inside out. She has a big heart. She has always made me feel comfortable and understood me really well. That's how things came to be. Where we met? On a beach" yoongi answered every question in his classic manner without unnecessary explanations.

"Congrats for becoming an uncle. Thanks"

"Waiting for you to become a father. I just got married"

"Jia is not good. She's excellent."

"Make content with Jia. Yes we will"

"Where are you going? Wherever this flight will take me."

"Where is Jia? I took a nap first now she's taking a nap"

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ayejayque · 11 months

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Address audiences with confidence and aplomb

Public Speaking is the name given to the act of communicating with a large group of people. We’ll try an understand this with the aid of the following example. Max is the managing director of a fictitious company. He wants to convey the policies of the company to the whole staff. He did not want to send an email. Nor did he have the time to call the whole staff and convey the policies individually. He ended up calling all of the so he could address them all at once. This way, the impact was much more. Max could personally meet the whole staff this way. Even the staff was happy because the message was conveyed straight to the staff from the boss at the top. All questions were answered and nobody would be blaming each other later on. This act, on behalf of Max, of speaking to the whole staff, is known as public speaking. Speaking in this manner helps you to communicate directly with all and sundry at the same time. Always select and choose the correct topic. It is very important. Also, the agenda needs to be clear and devoid of ambiguities. It is a futile exercise if the message to be communicated is not very clear to you. Discussing personal issues on a public forum should be avoided. If Max has personal issues with any of his team members, do you think that he should ask all of them to appear in this official public gathering? Absolutely NOT. The effectiveness of public speaking is more if you, as a speaker are a subject matter expert and the whole audience knows the agenda. Your choice of words should be opportune and appropriate when addressing groups. A slip here and a slip there, and you will have a destroyed reputation. If this happens, no one would believe you in the future. Confidence is the key when addressing groups. Make appropriate eye contact with your audience. This way you will end up making a relationship with them as they will feel engaged. Do not focus on one set of people. The best way is to keep looking here and there but within the audience. This way no one feels left out. There are people who look everywhere but at the audience. This must be avoided at all costs. Be articulate and eloquent. Be precise and crisp. Do not play with complicated and difficult words on an open forum. Do not drag and cook stories unnecessarily. Try to come to the point immediately. No one is interested to listen to things that are off the agenda. A person speaking in public should have a knack for understanding the reactions and moods of the audience. This is hardcore feedback. Always carry and maintain a little smile on your face. Don’t be nervous if you know what is to be communicated. Public speaking is an art and not everyone has public speaking skills. It usually improves with time. Take care of your pitch and tone. Do not shout. Do not be too loud or too soft. Some people speak only for the first row of the audience. Speak in a manner where even the last person in the last row can hear and understand you clearly. It will be beneficial if you check for your audibility, pitch, and tone beforehand. Go formal, or dress in a manner befitting. No one will take you seriously if you are attired in tattered jeans and a T-shirt when addressing your staff. No one will take you seriously if you are shabbily dressed. Interactivity is the key when addressing sets of people. Speak in an interesting manner. Keep asking questions in between. Also, dedicate some time when you can take questions from the audience. This will result in further clarity for the whole audience. All equipment including the venue, sound system, dais, and lights are important in a public speaking gathering. Your venue for public speaking should be purpose-built and should have comfort for the audience. Position yourself on an elevated platform. This way everyone will end up seeing you clearly. It helps. The mic, & other sound systems must be in proper working condition. Read the full article

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fandomslashcontent · 2 years

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Speed Dating in Australia: A Few Things To Keep In Mind

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Be prepared for a lot of energy and laughter on your date. The atmosphere is supposed to be light and fun, so don't take things too seriously.

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When speed dating in Australia, it’s important to keep a few things in mind. Here are a few tips to help make your speed dating experience as fun and successful as possible.

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Conclusion

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1) Make sure you have plenty of energy! The faster the date goes, the more action there will be.

2) Be prepared for a lot of talking. Speed dating is all about getting to know each other better, so don't be afraid to share your thoughts and feelings.

3) Don't feel obligated to kiss everyone on the first date. If you're not interested in kissing someone, that's perfectly okay – just say so!

4) Try not to take the conversation too seriously; it's supposed to be fun!

5) Be respectful of others' time – if they ask you to leave early, don't be offended. Just apologize and thank them for coming along on this journey with you.

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deppsessed · 3 years

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Good Luck Charm

Hollywood Vampire Series part I

Pairing: Johnny Depp x Reader

Summary: Your lifelong dream to meet your favourite actor, Johnny Depp has finally come true. What happens when you finally come face to face with and manage to impress him?

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Johnny Depp. Even thinking about his name makes my heart skip a little beat. I’ve been a fan of his for years, seen just about every single one of his movies (and know just about every word in them too). When the Hollywood Vampires had announced their latest world tour a few months back, there was no doubt about me trying to get VIP tickets, but I’d somehow managed to end up with something better. My best friend, Alex, works at the concert venue, and for my birthday, had given me an ‘access all areas’ pass for the show. Not only would I be seeing the concert, but I had full access to backstage. But the thing I was still trying to wrap my head around was the fact that I’d be meeting Johnny Depp.

I’d been thinking about it for months. What was I going to wear? What was I going to say to him? Or would I find a way to make a complete idiot of myself?

Today was going to be the day that I’d finally find out. After days of planning out my outfit, I’d decided on something a little grungy, a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a Jim Morrison t-shirt (to maybe grab Johnny’s attention), leather jacket, and a pair of Dr Martens boots. With it being a Hollywood Vampires concert, it only felt appropriate to dress up a little vampy.

“Y/N! Hey! Hi!”

It’s Alex, and she has her arms open ready to hug me.

“How do I look?” I ask once I pull back and give a little twirl to show off my outfit.

“Like you’re about to catch Johnny Depp off guard and take his breath away.”

I snorted. “Very funny.”

“Don’t act as if that wasn’t the answer that you were wanting!”

I have to hand it to her, she knows me well, but she has been my best friend since we were kids.

“I hardly slept last night thinking about it…”

Alex laughs and shakes her head. I know she’ll find it amusing and pretty typical of me.

“But now you’re here, I can give you the whole backstage tour. Come right this way.”

She ushers me towards a door with the lettering “Artists and personnel only”. After a couple of minutes of walking down one corridor, it opens up to a giant concrete looking area. I’m shown places like the wardrobe room, where all of the band's clothes are already hanging up, ready for the show later. The band's green room, where there are bottles of alcohol ready to be opened. The highlight had been seeing the rack of Johnny’s guitars and better yet, the marked out dressing rooms for the band members. The pre-show buzz was starting to take hold with people running about the place in all sorts of different directions.

By the time that we’re done, it’s time to go to meet and greet. Alex escorts me back down the long concrete corridor, to the meet and greet hall.

“Good luck! And promise you’ll tell me everything later.”

The room is already teaming with a couple of hundred fans, all waiting for Johnny, Alice and Joe to come on through. I’m not feeling nervous, but instead, excited. The room erupts into a fit of screams as the band enters the room. My eyes instantly look onto Johnny. He’s wearing one of his usual edgy Hollywood Vampires outfits with layers of jewellery. He’s even more handsome in person. It doesn’t even bother me that I’m at the back of the line, it means more time to be able to look at, and soak up the feeling of being in the same room as him. It’s endearing watching him interact with his fans because he takes his time and indulges every single one of them. I know that when he eventually gets to me, it’s going to be worth it.

Needless to say, when I’m next (and decidedly last) in line, he’s looking a little worse for wear, as if he’s between needing a good drink, a cigarette and a nap… or maybe all three at once, somehow. I hadn’t figured out what my first words to him were going to be, but I wanted to be memorable. Not just for being the last fan. But for not fitting into all the other conversations that I’ve been overhearing him having. I’m not going to be starstruck, he’s only another person.

“You know, if you want to take a moment for yourself to smoke a cigarette or have a drink, you can. I’m not going to go screaming from the rooftops about it.”

Right away, he’s raising an eyebrow at me, as if he’s uncertain by the invitation.

“Honestly, it’s fine. I’ve got all day.”

I can see the little bit of reluctance disappear from his face, and while he doesn’t take up the offer of a drink right away, he does reach into his pocket for his rolling tobacco -- despite all of the no-smoking signs around the room, nobody is going to be telling him off.

“Do you smoke too?” He asks, offering me the packet. I shake my head and shrug my shoulders.

“I wouldn’t put that stuff into my lungs willingly.” I can see his eyebrow-raising again, he obviously isn’t going to retaliate with anything. I let him light up his cigarette and move for the next subject change. I’ve overheard people telling him how much they love the album, and the fact that they do a mixture of original stuff and covers.

“I love the album, you know, Heroes is my favourite cover because you get to sing…” What I haven’t heard once is the suggestion of other songs. “School’s Out is good, but Poison would sound amazing with you and Joe on guitar. I keep thinking how something by the Rolling Stones would sound cool too, like, ‘Paint it Black’ or ‘Sympathy for the Devil’, kind of feels like it would be Alice’s kind of aesthetic.”

I’m not sure where the apparent confidence is coming from, but I’m happy to run with it, especially when Johnny seems to be visibly impressed by it. His lips pull into a grin, clearly amused by the last part of my statement and what I’m trying to get at.

“I wouldn’t be too fooled by the gothic exterior, he’s a softie, deep down.” He pauses to take a drag on his cigarette. “I’ve always wanted to do something by The Doors… A vamped up version of Light my Fire or something.” Ah, so he has spotted the t-shirt.

“Good choice.” I’m hardly going to tell him that there are plenty other songs out there that I think they could do better, but then again, maybe he’s secretly testing me and wants me to. “Break on Through to the other side would sound even better.”

He’s impressed, the way that his eyes light up really shows it. I can see his mouth open, ready for a response for me, when one of the band's security interjects and places a hand on his shoulder.

“Johnny, I’m sorry, but we’re already running ahead of schedule here-”

He scowls, evidently irritated at the fact he’s being told to move things along.

“I’m sorry,” He pauses and pushes his hand through his hair. “But what are your plans after the show? I’d love to see you at the party and maybe buy you a drink...”

Is this a dream? I’ve got to be dreaming. This isn’t happening.

“I’d love that.” I’m trying to keep my composure and not show my excitement, or the fact I’m freaking out on the inside.

“Great -- what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

He holds his hand out to me to shake. “I’m Johnny.”

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The music is loud, or maybe my ears are still ringing a little bit from the concert. The band had been simply incredible! I swore that Johnny had been looking right at me at a few points, and even going as far as to wink. Tonight was shaping up to be something.

Johnny had stuck to his promise and put my name on the guestlist for the show after-party. I was still trying to get my head around what was happening. I was at a Hollywood Vampires after-party, and it was everything that I had imagined it to be. The place was decked out in black and red decor, and fittingly playing old classic rock from the speakers. I feel like I’m standing out a little bit. Everyone seems to know each other one way or another and are engrossed in some kind of conversation.

“You made it,” The voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin. Johnny Depp is standing right behind me. “I didn’t have any other invites,” As if I would have been anywhere else. “The show was amazing, by the way, you were great.” He’s probably had people coming up to tell him all night, but it still feels appropriate.

“How do you feel about meeting the band and then I’ll buy you that drink?” My widened eyed expression is enough for him to laugh. “I’ll introduce you, come on.”

The Hollywood Vampires are standing at the other side of the room, laughing together like a bunch of teenage boys. “Guys!” He holds his hand up to try and get their attention. “This is y/n, the girl I was telling you about from meet and greet.”

He’d been talking about me.

“And the reason that Johnny was almost late!” The band start to laugh in unison and Johnny shakes his head and lets out a defeated sigh.

“This is Tommy, Joe and I don’t think that Alice really needs an introduction...” I shake hands with them all in term, but when it comes to Alice, he’s glaring at Johnny. “Hey!” He objects and again, the band are just about on the floor laughing. Making fun of each other in turn is a thing, it seems.

“I feel like I should be offering to buy you all a drink, what an amazing show you pulled off.”

“Thank you, darlin’, really glad that you enjoyed it.” Alice replied, “But we’re buying you the drink.” We stand and talk for a little while, mainly about music, before Johnny buts into the conversation.

“Now if you guys wouldn’t mind excusing us, I do believe I promised the lady a drink.”

I can feel a blush rise into my cheeks at the realisation that he’s talking about me. “It was nice meeting you guys, good luck for the rest of the tour.” We say our pleasantries and goodbyes. The group disperses, leaving just me and Johnny standing.

“Another admittance on my part, I don’t enjoy these after-parties, they’re too loud for my taste.” He scratches the back of his neck, as if he’s a little nervous . “I know I’m being bold, but would you like to come back to the hotel with me for that drink?”

Pinch me.

Johnny Depp’s hotel suite is bigger than my entire studio apartment. It shouldn’t be a surprise to me that it’s that extravagant, but it’s straight-up like something out of Pretty Woman. It’s a little hard not to stare with your mouth open around the place. Plus the fact, I’m in his hotel room.

“Pick your poison,” He gestures towards the rooms mini-bar, “Or if none of this is suitable, I can call for room service.”

I shake my head, “A bottle of beer is fine, you don’t need to order a bottle of champagne on ice on my account.” Johnny laughs and grabs a bottle of pass over to me, which I twist the lid from and bring it up to my lips for a taste.

“You’re an easy girl to impress.”

I scoff, there are plenty out there that I’m sure would say otherwise. “Somewhat.”

He, too, grabs a bottle of beer and sits down on the bed. We start to talk, he wants to know about my life, my job, my friends... And while I’m more than certain of the fact that I’m boring the pants off of him, he’s listening as if he’s absorbing and holding onto every word.

When I tell him about my love for poetry, his eyes light up in curiosity. “Who would you say is your favourite poet?”

I want to set out and impress him, tell him the name of somebody he hasn’t heard before, but I go with my heart. “Oscar Wilde -- I know, it’s a typical answer but there’s just something about his writing which resonates with the soul.”

“I’d agree, actually-” He pauses to bring his beer bottle up to his lips. “There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it’ is one that’s always stuck with me.”

“I can resist everything but temptation.” I grin at him and shrugged my shoulders, always a quote that I’ve related to.

I look back at him, to notice where his gaze is, right at my lips. Before I have a second to comprehend what’s going on, he leans forward, his lips brushing against mine. It takes me by surprise. Johnny Depp is trying to kiss me.

“I’m sorry, shit, I’m sorry. It’s just-” He starts to hastily explain. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I thought-”

He doesn’t get his last word out because I bring my lips back onto his to return the kiss. It’s soft, slow, and tender. I feel his tongue trace along my bottom lip, as if asking to deepen the kiss.

I’m kissing Johnny Depp. Johnny Depp is kissing me.

I don’t know how to comprehend it.

Or how I’m even going to begin to tell Alex when she texts me tomorrow.

#johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x reader #johnny depp fanfic

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ohayohimawari · 3 years

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And it was Love at First Brawl

A drabble written for Day 7 of @kakaobiweek Violet | Music | Fantasy

This is another humorous piece appropriate for teen-and-up readers and set in a modern AU.

This drabble is heavily inspired by my good friend @azuzeldraws incredible art series, Metal Konoha, and I dedicate this chapter to her. Thank you, Zu, for letting us use your amazing work to promote this event!

And it was Love at First Brawl

It was one of those Friday nights when Kakashi left the restaurant with a stomach full of his favorite supper and an empty soul after dining alone.

Though the day neared its end, Konoha’s club district was just beginning to wake. The streets were full of jaywalkers, inexperienced parallel-parkers, and the night owl versions of early birds lined up in boisterous queues waiting for the bars to open.

Kakashi felt entirely out of place and maybe almost too old for this scene while he dutifully waited at the corner for the pedestrian crossing light to signal his turn. He stepped into the crosswalk once it was safe, and he saw a man on the opposite side, jogging towards the intersection to cross before the light changed.

Kakashi stopped in his tracks in the middle of the street, entirely entranced.

He watched the individual blades of the other man’s black, unruly hair as they bounced with each step. He wore a t-shirt that fitted him like he was born to wear it and a healthy glow on every inch of exposed skin. His sparkling eyes met Kakashi’s as he trotted past him on the street and offered a greeting through a roguish grin. “Hey.”

And that was all it took.

Being a classic lit teacher, he had a multitude of words at his disposal. That man was vivacity personified, and Kakashi turned on his heel, following him with his eyes. The dark-haired man ran right up to the door of the seediest bar on the street and gleefully skipped up the stairs. He exchanged laughter and a handshake with the bouncer and disappeared inside.

The pedestrian light flashed red, alerting Kakashi that he still stood in the middle of the street. His feet moved of their own accord, and a moment later, his brain agreed with their plan. He retraced his steps, abandoning his intention to go home, knowing he would abandon much more than that for a chance to meet the stranger that charmed him.

As driven as he was, Kakashi hesitated for a moment outside of the club, assessing it. The sidewalk in front of it was littered with empty bottles and cigarette butts, and two people appeared to be doing something he didn’t want to interrupt in the shadows of the alley next to it. Then, he assessed himself.

He was dressed more casually than usual, out for a date with nobody but him, wearing a t-shirt that featured a band called ROOT. He had no idea who they were, or why they used all capital letters, but his students chose it from the trendy store Boiling Subject as a gift for him, and it was comfortable after wearing a tie all day. Deciding that his attire was appropriate for the venue, Kakashi walked up the stairs that led to the door, where he was stopped by the same menacing bouncer that laughed only moments before.

“You sure you wanna do this?” The man growled through scarred lips.

“Pretty sure,” Kakashi replied, though his confidence wavered.

“We don’t want any trouble.” The man’s muscles bulged in a show of strength as he folded his arms across his chest.

“I don’t want to bring any,” Kakashi replied, honestly.

“Let him in, Ibiki.” A pony-tailed bartender wearing a high-cut shirt that showed more cleavage than fabric chastised the bouncer.

“Whatever you say, Anko,” Ibiki moved aside to allow Kakashi into the bar.

As foreboding as the exchange was, it caught the attention of the handsome dark-haired stranger who stood at the bar. Bolstered, Kakashi stood in the space next to him.

“What can I getcha, hon?” Anko tossed a stained cardboard coaster onto the bar in front of him.

“A beer,” Kakashi ordered as if he’d never been to a pub before, too nervous to recall his favorite drink.

Anko retrieved a bottle from the cooler behind her while Kakashi withdrew a few bills from his wallet. Then, he wrapped his hand around the bottle of Lone Ninja Star she offered after opening it with her teeth.

Kakashi ignored how unhygienic it was to take a sip from the bottle as he did it, glancing around the bar, looking everywhere but at the man that led him there. It was half-full of patrons in various stages of sobriety and had a stage all set up and waiting for a band to perform. When he finished noting where all the emergency exits were, the most incredible thing happened.

“Cheers,” Mr. Vivacity said, bringing their beer bottles together in a toast.

“Cheers,” Kakashi replied, then pulled a long swig from the bottle, savoring the moment that the man of his dreams had spoken first.

“So, uh,” the dark-haired man glanced down at Kakashi’s shirt, and a chuckle bubbled out of him, “you like this band too?” He tilted his head in the direction of the stage.

“Um, yeah," Kakashi stammered, "I mean, yes. Yes, I do."

"Cool," Mr. Vivacity replied with a smile that made Kakashi's knees buckle. "Which of their CDs is your favorite?"

Kakashi's quick mind kicked into gear on the spot. If the band had multiple releases, then the safest answer would be, "I think their first one."

"Really?" The dark-haired man appeared pleasantly surprised. "So, you're an old-school fan, huh?"

“Yep, I guess I am,” Kakashi laughed a little awkwardly and brought his beer back to his lips.

“I think my favorite track on that one is, Kill Me With Your Kekkei Genkai,” Mr. Vivacity nodded, thinking aloud, and Kakashi felt his eyes bulge, worried that he might not be able to keep up the facade. But then he was spared when the other man suddenly changed the subject. “By the way, my name is—”

“Crybaby Tobi, you finally made it!” A man with slicked blonde hair and wearing a shirt with religious cult symbols literally crashed into their conversation, spilling his beer on Kakashi’s shirt.

The unwelcome interruption glanced at him. “My bad,” he drawled unapologetically, looking down at the soiled shirt. Then, his eyes shot up to meet Kakashi’s.

“WHOA! You’ve got balls, man!”

“Thank you,” Kakashi decided to take it as a compliment, turning towards the bar to grab a few napkins. He blotted at his shirt when Anko shouted to him that there was a hot air dryer in the men’s room, and, as much as Kakashi didn’t want to walk away from Mr. Crybaby before he could learn his real name, he didn’t want to stand there like an idiot in a wet ROOT t-shirt.

By the time he exited the bathroom, a makeshift merchandise table had appeared near it, so he bee-lined to it to learn more about the band to contribute to a conversation about them. At least, now he knew the band’s name was ANBU, and he wondered what was up with bands using all capital letters.

He had barely begun to browse the tracklist on the back of one of the CDs when the purple-haired, facial-pierced woman at the table asked, “You gonna buy that?”

Something about her tone made Kakashi feel obligated to pull out his wallet, and he handed over a twenty-dollar bill.

“I don’t have change for that,” she deadpanned, bored, and sarcastic.

Suddenly, the bar erupted with shouting, so Kakashi quickly grabbed a second CD to even out the exchange and hurried back to the bar and Mr. Vivacity, or Crybaby, or whoever he was.

Then, his heart sank when he saw that the other man wasn’t there anymore.

Kakashi stood in front of the stage feeling like the biggest fish out of water when the club’s sound system screamed into life with the ear-splitting sound of feedback through the amps. Kakashi covered his ears and spun around in time to catch the band taking their positions onstage.

The singer set down a six-pack next to his mic and yanked one can of beer free from it. He held it sideways in his hand, pulled out a kunai, and stabbed it in the middle before bringing the punctured hole to his mouth.

“Tenzō! Tenzō! Tenzō!” The crowd chanted while he shotgunned the beer and cheered when he crushed the empty can against his head. He grabbed the microphone in front of him when his large, almond eyes made bigger by copious amounts of black eyeliner landed on Kakashi.

“What the fu —” He roared, launching himself off the stage, tackling Kakashi to the ground.

Even though he was a classic lit teacher, Kakashi held his own for a long time in a fight against a bar full of punks until he took one bottle to the head too many and woke up in the alley next to the bar.

“Hey,” Kakashi winced as he turned his head to see who spoke to him, already recognizing that voice and feeling a little happier than concussed. “You okay?”

“I think so,” Kakashi muttered, “thanks, Mr. Crybaby.”

“It’s Obito,” the other man laughed, “and you’re welcome, Mr. Metalhead.”

“I didn’t fool you for a second, did I?” Kakashi licked at his fattened, split bottom lip, hoping he looked like he deserved sympathy. “I’m Kakashi, by the way.”

Obito snickered and pressed a bag of ice against Kakashi’s head. “I figured you didn’t quite know what you walked into, wearing a ROOT t-shirt to an ANBU gig.”

“What was that all about?”

“Tenzō used to be the drummer for that band, but he had a big blow-up with their manager, Danzō, so he quit and formed his own band. There’s a lot of bad blood there.”

Kakashi looked down, embarrassed, not knowing what to say and feeling like a total idiot.

“Why did you come to the bar?” Obito asked quietly.

Kakashi sighed through his nose. If he learned anything that night, it was that honesty probably came with less violence. “You.”

“Me?” Obito asked, even more timidly.

“Yeah,” Kakashi glanced up at him. “You passed me on the street, and, I… I just had to meet you,” he felt a little like a weirdo admitting it out loud, but he was past the point of stopping now. “I dunno, I, I just had a feeling, and I didn’t want to let you slip away.”

“Me too,” Obito confided, lowering the bag of ice, and Kakashi peered at him through the eye that wasn’t swollen shut. “I was just about to run back out when you showed up at the door. I uh, I’m the sound guy here,” he tilted his head towards the bar, “and I was running late; otherwise, I would’ve stopped right there in the crosswalk. But when I saw the band was running late, I was about to go after you,” he ended with a shy smirk.

“You’re the sound guy?” Kakashi’s brain was turning to mush and it had nothing to do with how many blows he took to the face.

“Yeah, I, uh,” Obito brought the ice back up to Kakashi’s head, “I messed with their levels hoping the feedback would distract Tenzō long enough for you to get out of his line of sight, but,” he grimaced.

“You wanna go for a drink with me?” Kakashi mumbled, knowing he couldn’t embarrass himself anymore that night.

Obito chuckled at him and held up his hand. “How many fingers do you see?”

Kakashi focused on the fingers in front of his face. “Three?”

Obito laughed louder and stood up, “Wrong.” He helped Kakashi to his feet, “Looks like Konoha ER is our first date.”

#kakaobiweek2021 #kakaobi #kakashi #obito #day 7 #hima writes

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Devoted: Postcard (Katlaska) - Kamylove

Fourth in my collection of unrelated Katlaska one-shot ficlets.

"Well hey there, toots. Can you tell me if this sinful show is appropriate for my sinful children?"

Alaska heard the familiar voice and looked up to see Jinkx hugging Katya.

"For your children, yes," Katya said. "For actual human children, try Scarbie down the street."

Jinkx feigned confusion and pointed in the wrong direction. "That way?"

"No. That way you'll only find rotted whores like Jinkx Monsoon."

"Never heard of her," Jinkx said.

"Scarbie's the other way and better than me or the rotted whore. But take this for after you drown your sinful children."

Jinkx accepted one of Katya's little postcard flyers. "These came out great!" they said. "The fake RuPaul quote from your YouTube series, oh my God."

Alaska couldn't see Katya's face but knew she was beaming.

"Are you coming to the show tonight?" Katya asked Jinkx.

"Absolutely. It's the only night you're not my direct competition."

There was a pair of day-tripping women a few feet away who were showing interest in Katya; they looked like they'd escaped their kids for the day and needed a good drink and a good time. Katya offered them flyers and started her sales pitch. "Best drag show you'll see between 8:30 and 9:15 tonight within 100 yards of this location!"

Jinkx started on their way but heard Alaska shout, "Jinkxy!"

"Alooska!" Jinkx peered over the iron fence behind Katya. "I was wondering which suitcase she'd locked you in."

They steered their bike towards the entrance and spoke briefly with the host, who let them wheel it into the outdoor bar area--completely against the posted rules.

"She's working hard," Alaska told Jinkx. "I'm hardly working."

Jinkx parked the bike with the kickstand and sat at Alaska's umbrella-covered table. "This does not seem like an equitable arrangement. I thought you shared the housework equally."

"I was a distraction."

"For Katya, or for the customers?"

Alaska grinned. "I can't help it if I can't stop laughing at her."

"Such a smitten kitten," Jinkx said. "Aren't you hot?" They were wearing pedal pushers and a light t-shirt under the red, windblown hair.

"Oh, my God, it's awful," Alaska said. She, stupidly, was wearing tight black jeans, a black t-shirt with Katya's face on it, and the black boots she wore everyday. "I figured, right on the water..."

"You incomer. The buildings block the wind. At least you're not in drag."

Alaska held up the roll of paper towels she was keeping on the next chair. Katya had used up half the roll and stuffed the sweaty ones into her bra, much to the amusement of passers-by. She was dragged up, wigged up, and wearing three pairs of tights but thankfully no sleeves while she hawked her wares on the sidewalk, a local drag tradition.

"Poor thing," Alaska said. She tore off a wad and held it out to Katya, who took it without turning around. Then she put the paper towels with the stack of Katya's flyers on the table in front of her, well away from her iced tea and fries.

"Your turn to suffer for your art next week," Jinkx pointed out. "How's the house?"

When Katya and Alaska had agreed to spend part of their summer in town--Katya performing solo one week, Alaska the next, and then a third week just for vacation--Jinkx had set them up with a realtor who, they said, worked with all the queens. Jinkx had been performing here all summer for years.

"The house is perfect," Alaska said. It was slightly run down in that beach house way, and the windows caught the breeze off the water. "There are so many hangers and wig forms, queens must stay there all the time."

"Think of all the filthy hookups that have happened on your bed," Jinkx said. "As soon as we all have a mutual day off, you have to come with me to see the sunset at Herring Cove."

"Deal," Alaska said.

A well-tanned waiter asked Jinkx what they wanted to drink. Alaska told him to add it to her tab.

"Well, there goes the neighborhood," another familiar voice said.

"Varla Jean!" Alaska stood up to hug Varla and her husband and pet their dog. They already had a flyer from Katya, who had disappeared down the street to hawk some more. All part of the job.

"Are we still on for this weekend?" Varla's husband asked as they pulled up chairs and joined the table. Varla had been a Provincetown grande dame for literal decades, so she owned a little house here. They'd invited Alaska and Katya for brunch and an afternoon by the (minute, Varla had warned them) pool.

"Fuck yes," Alaska said. "I'm sure brunch will be lovely but I cannot wait to jump in a pool, my God."

"Always 15 degrees hotter on Commercial Street," Varla said. "I warned you!"

"So did I," Jinkx said.

"Everybody warned me! Katya warned me while I was getting dressed! I promise I've learned my lesson and I'll wear nothing but hot pants and flip-flops tomorrow."

Varla's husband spotted someone they knew and waved him over. It turned out to be the host of the longest-running show in town. Alaska was excited to meet him. She'd heard a lot.

"So you really can sit in one place and run into everyone you know," Alaska said.

They all said yes with varying degrees of enthusiasm and disgust. Alaska ordered them drinks. She decided she was going to like it here.

Her phone dinged. The text said, "DYING. Bring water and PT."

"I've been summoned," Alaska said.

"By the Art House," the next text said.

"I think she's trying to steal your customers," Alaska told Jinkx.

"Gasp!" Jinkx said. "I'll walk with you."

They all said goodbye. Alaska bought two bottles of water from the bartender and told him to keep her tab open and add anything the table wanted.

Water, paper towels, and flyers in hand, she and Jinkx strolled down the street. Absolutely nobody took notice. The day-trippers didn’t recognize them out of drag, the gays and the locals were either respectful of their privacy or unimpressed (mostly unimpressed, Alaska was sure), and the summer workers were too tired from their three full-time jobs.

Katya, of course, stood out.

"She really is trying to steal my customers!" Jinkx laughed when they saw where Katya was standing, right in front of a poster of Jinkx and her pianist.

"Oh my God, thank you," Katya said. "Look! I've sweated out at least three gallons and I'm ruining my flyers!" She grabbed the water and started gulping down.

"But you look gorgeous," Alaska said as she took the damp and slightly warped flyers off of Katya's hands.

Jinkx waved and swung up onto their bike.

"See you tonight!" Alaska called.

Katya was still chugging. Alaska handed her another wad of paper towels.

"Dying," Katya said when she came up for air, and started patting her face.

"I'm sorry. I should have been helping you."

"You really were a distraction. I wanted to tear your ridiculous clothes off as soon as I saw the first bead of sweat fall from your brow." She opened the second bottle of water.

"Well, my break's over," Alaska said. "Go back and cool off before the show while I talk you up out here."

"You're the best," Katya said. "Lazy as fuck, but the best lazy fuck." She took off her heels, took back the flyers, and set off for the venue in her stocking feet, swinging the shoes by the fingers of one hand.

Alaska only watched her for a second. "Best drag in town!" she shouted. "One-week engagement starting tonight! She'll make you laugh, she'll make you cry, she'll make you sick! Massachusetts' own, beloved of RuPaul, Kataya Zamolodchikova!"

#rpdr fanfiction #alaska thunderfuck #katya zamolodchikova #katlasksa #fluff #canon compliant #ficlet #devoted #kamylove

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fallinnflower · 4 years

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all along

s.coups x reader (university!au, fake dating!au, friends-to-lovers)

a/n: the lovely @god1ess requested s.coups and “what did you expect,” and i, as per usual, went overboard. pls enjoy.

You like to think you know Choi Seungcheol better than most people. Although you’ve only been friends since starting university, you’ve spent enough time in each other’s presence to pick up on all the little idiosyncrasies in the other’s behavior — you can read his moods, you know when he’s lying, and his habits are practically yours at some points.

So when he asks if you can do him a favor on a Wednesday afternoon, you’re expecting that he forgot to do some paper assignment due Sunday and needs you to kick his ass into gear, not be his fake date to his cousin’s wedding that weekend.

“What?!” You’re so glad you aren’t in the library. Nobody in the quad gives a shit that you’ve just yelled that at Seungcheol, nor that you almost spit a mouthful of iced coffee on him.

“What do you mean, ‘what’?” Your doe-eyed friend asks innocently, passing you a napkin as you try to collect yourself. “What did you expect?”

“Not that,” you hiss in response. “Also — this weekend? Choi Seungcheol, do you have any idea how hard it’s gonna be to find something to wear in that amount of time?” While you’re running through the contents of your closet in your mind, a smile finds its way across your friend’s face. You hardly notice the mischievous glimmer in his eyes until he takes hold of your hand to get your attention.

“Does that mean we have a deal?” He asks. You slip your hand out of his grasp and (lightly) hit him on the back of the head; despite the lack of force you use, he still rubs it and pouts at you as though he’s in pain.

“On one condition,” you say, sternly. “Nobody ever hears about this. If I have to hear even one joke from Jeonghan or Joshua about this, I swear to god I will leak those photos of you from freshman orientation week, you hear me?” At the prospect of his embarrassing drunken antics being leaked to his ruthless group of friends, he nods solemnly, even going so far as to cross his heart.

“Good,” you say, leaning back in your seat. “Also, you’re paying for my coffees for the next week and a half.” With a sigh of defeat, Cheol nods.

And suddenly, you have yourself a wedding to attend.

You find out over lunch the following day that the reason he even needs a date is that the perpetual thorn in his side that is Yoon Jeonghan decided to tell Mama Choi that Seungcheol has a campus crush. This is news even to you — as is the fact that Jeonghan is on such friendly terms with Cheol’s mom — and considering Seungcheol’s relatively sparse track record in the dating scene you can’t say you’re surprised that news spread fast around his family. His cousin had actually called him earlier and demanded he ask his crush to be his plus one, and despite knowing nothing about this mysterious crush or if they even exist at all, you understand why Seungcheol had been sent into a panic over it all. It makes you feel almost honored he asked you, but then you think about all the work you’ll have to push aside for the wedding festivities and you find yourself irritated once again.

Not to mention you’re nervous. The immediate Choi family know exactly who you are — you’ve spent a handful of weekends at their house, so Cheol rolling up to the venue with you on his arm is going to be a very different sort of surprise.

Over the course of lunch, the conversation drifts into what you’ll be wearing, eventually ending with him reluctantly agreeing to accompany you shopping so you can match a tie to whatever dress you manage to pick out. You can’t understand why he expected you to have wedding-worthy attire on a college campus, but it’s his mistake anyways.

You manage to almost forget about the wedding until Friday afternoon rolls around and you’re walking down to Seungcheol’s car to head to the mall.

“You’re paying for bubble tea,” is all you say as you buckle yourself in, and he sighs in mock exasperation.

“I was going to anyway,” he replies. You can’t help but smile cheekily at him as he pulls away from the curb.

“I know. Just reminding you of your end of the deal.”

“Like I could forget.”

The rest of the car ride passes with your usual playful banter and loud singing, but you can’t help but feel nervous the closer you get to your destination. Seungcheol hasn’t really seen you dressed up ever, and there’s a distinct possibility he’s going to see you for the first time in a sub-par dress simply because the pickings might be slim. You’re on a budget, after all.

True to his word, Cheol pays for the bubble tea near the mall entrance before the two of you begin your journey to the department store — specifically, the clearance rack.

“It’s an evening reception, right?” You ask, rifling through the racks as Seungcheol holds onto both your drinks.

“Yeah,” he says. “Does that matter?” You merely nod in response, inspecting a dark blue maxi dress and trying to decide if it can qualify as wedding appropriate. Considering you aren’t in the wedding party, you don’t have to try too hard, but you also aren’t about to go down in the family’s books as Seungcheol’s frumpy wedding date. Ultimately, you take it off the rack and drape it carefully over your arm, continuing your way along the back wall.

After a solid half hour of searching (during which you take many breaks to sip on your drink and analyze certain dresses), you manage to find a half-dozen to try on. As you start heading into the dressing room, you halt at the door, holding the number the attendant gave you.

“Um, do you want me to come out and show them to you?” You ask. Seungcheol’s eyes widen momentarily, but he breaks into a huge grin.

“Of course I do! I’ll wait right out here.” Biting nervously onto your lower lip, you nod at him before making your way into the nearest available stall.

As expected from dresses that have been moved to the discount rack, there seems to be something wrong with the first few you try on. The blue one you had picked is too small, a red one chosen by Seungcheol is far too long to be worn even with heels — the first one you can manage to actually walk out of the room in is a purple halter-style dress that falls just to the tops of your feet. When you exit the room to show Seungcheol, he excitedly implores you to spin, practically beaming when he watches the gently flowing skirt settle around your legs.

“That’s it,” he says. “That’s the one.” You laugh, although you can’t help but blush at the bright gleam in his eyes as he gazes at you.

“It’s the only one you’ve seen,” you retort, but he doesn’t look dissuaded in the slightest.

“I don’t need to see any others, this one is perfect.” You catch the attendant smiling at your interaction out of the corner of your eye, and quickly find yourself agreeing with Seungcheol. With the dress decided on, you change back into your regular clothing, keeping hold of the dress and holding one hand out expectantly for your bubble tea as you leave.

“That was easy,” Seungcheol says, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Not so fast, you still need a tie to match this.” Your best friend groans good-naturedly, giving you an exaggerated pout.

“Do we have to? I’m sure I have one that matches, or Josh does—”

“I’m not about to take that risk,” you interrupt. “We are not about to show up to this wedding looking any less than perfect. I want everyone to have a good impression of me.” Cheol snorts as you begin leading him into the tie section.

“As if they’d think otherwise,” he says, standing so close behind you that you can feel his words rumbling through his chest. “They’re all going to love you.” Your heart skips a beat at his words, but you force yourself to shake it off. Grabbing two ties that look to be about the right shade of purple, you hold them up to the dress.

“Which of these do you like more?” You ask, feigning nonchalance. By the time Seungcheol is dropping you back off at your dorm, telling you he’ll pick you up at 2 the following afternoon, you feel as though you’ve run a marathon with the way your heart keeps racing.

Less than twenty-four hours from now, Seungcheol will be introducing you to family and friends as his ‘secret crush’ at his cousin’s wedding.

In less than thirty-six hours, you’ll both be single again. And you aren’t sure how you feel about it all.

Surprisingly, when Seungcheol comes to pick you up you feel oddly calm. Maybe it’s because you expelled all your nervous energy earlier today, but you even manage to find yourself feeling pretty excited about the whole event. You like weddings — there’s usually cute vows and good food and at least one dance you know how to participate in, and with those thoughts in mind you’re feeling pretty good.

“Wow,” Seungcheol breathes as you exit the dorm building. You find yourself giggling, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear like a nervous schoolgirl. “You look fantastic.”

“Thanks. You don’t look half bad yourself.” Your best friend playfully rolls his eyes at that and opens the car door for you, waiting until you’re settled in the passenger’s seat to shut it and come around to his side.

He also holds the door open for you once the two of you get to the venue, and you gladly take the arm he offers you as you approach the chapel. All the nerves suddenly come back in full-force as you realize that you’re going to actually be introduced to people in a matter of moments.

The two of you have barely stepped through the doors when Seungcheol’s parents begin calling out to their son. It’s his mother that recognizes you first, immediately opening her arms to you as you approach.

“Y/N!” She exclaims. “You look lovely! Have you gotten taller since I saw you last?” You chuckle, lingering in her reassuring, motherly embrace for a moment before pulling away.

“Just the heels, I’m afraid.” She laughs and moves to hug her son while Papa Choi gives you a quick hug before ushering you into the pew. Seungcheol takes his seat beside you, and, noticing your gaze nervously flitting around the room as many other pairs of eyes began to become trained on you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. You shoot him a grateful smile, and just then everyone is told to rise for the entrance of the bride. Even so, Seungcheol keeps hold of your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours.

The ceremony itself is lovely. You know that Cheol caught you crying during the vows (a bit embarrassing considering you’ve never met the bride nor the groom, but when they started crying you couldn’t help it!), but he didn’t mention it later, which you were grateful for.

“You didn’t tell me your cousin was so pretty!” Is the first thing you say as the two of you get in his car to head to the reception. Seungcheol laughs, eyes scrunching up delightfully as he buckles himself in.

“Would that have mattered?” You pout,

“No, but it would have been nice to know she looks like a model, considering I’m gonna meet her later.” You pull down the sun visor and flick open the mirror, nervously inspecting your makeup for signs of tears. Seungcheol laughs and pulls your closest hand away from your hair, intertwining your fingers over the center console.

“You look great, Y/N, just relax.” You let out an exaggerated huff but shut the sun visor, focusing on the greenery you two pass as you make your way to the reception. Seungcheol gives your hand a squeeze,

“Just think of all the free food you’re about to have.”

That finally gets a smile out of you.

It turns out Seungcheol’s cousin is as sweet as she is pretty, and you feel starry-eyed watching her dance with her new husband. If you ever get to be that graceful and effortlessly wonderful after college, you’ll really have made it in life after all. Seungcheol sits beside you, shoulders brushing as the both of you are turned towards the dance floor. As the dance comes to a close and everyone begins clapping for the new couple, you lean in towards your date,

“I think I have a new favorite member of the Choi family.” Seungcheol pouts, turning to you.

“She isn’t even a Choi anymore!” You only giggle in response, taking a sip of your champagne.

With the first dance out of the way, the waiters begin serving the first course of the meal, and you fall into easy conversation with your table. Conveniently, nobody asks too many questions about the specifics of yours and Seungcheol’s ‘relationship,’ since his parents and the aunt and uncle sitting with you have seen you on his social media. You spend the dinner course drinking champagne and eating to your heart’s content, bonding almost too easily with Seungcheol’s aunt. Eventually, though, your conversation is interrupted by the cutting of the cake — which, really, is pretty welcome considering how long you’ve all had to sit looking at it on its big table.

Once the cake has started to get properly cut, the three men offer to bring back cake for their respective dates, and you feel your heart flip slightly at the term being directed towards you. Seungcheol’s aunt excuses herself to go speak with the bride and her mother, leaving just you and Mama Choi at the table.

“I knew it,” Seungcheol’s mom says, watching as Seungcheol and his dad laugh their way through the dessert line to bring cake back for the table.

“Knew what?” You ask, turning your fond gaze from the pair. Seungcheol’s mom smiles warmly at you, gently nudging you with her elbow.

“That you two would end up together. He was smitten from the start, I could tell from the way he talked about you. I didn’t think it would take this long for him to make a move, but, as soon as Jeonghan told me Cheollie had a crush, I knew it was you.” She chuckles good-naturedly, gaze drifting back to her husband and son. You find yourself following her gaze, hoping that the dim lighting does enough to cover your red cheeks as Seungcheol turns and flashes you a grin, sending your heart into a frenzy.

The moment he turns away, you cast your gaze downward and take a sip of your water, examining the tablecloth as you try to calm your racing heart. How naive were you — the both of you — to think that this was just a silly game? When all was said and done, you realized, things couldn’t be the same. There would be no way to explain to his family how you so quickly slipped in and out of a romantic relationship without any residual awkwardness. All these people would think differently of you from now on — no matter how amicable the fabricated breakup was, you would always be the girl that broke their Seungcheol’s heart.

Even though you can see Cheol and his dad beginning their trek back to the table, you excuse yourself and slip away to the back, ignoring your fake boyfriend’s worried gaze on the back of your head.

It shouldn’t come as a surprise that Seungcheol is waiting for you outside the bathroom when you emerge, brows furrowed in concern and a pout tugging at his lips. Although you had known to expect it, you still don’t feel prepared to face him, feeling your chest tighten the moment his eyes meet yours.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks, gently brushing strands of hair away from your eyes. You watch as his gaze carefully traces your features, the backs of his fingers pressed to your forehead. “You look really pale.” If he wasn’t frowning before, he certainly is now, and you nervously clench your hands into fists, feeling your nails biting into your palms.

“No,” you whisper, voice shaky. “No, I’m not okay. Cheol, what were we thinking?” Although you’d just spent minutes in the bathroom talking yourself down from the verge of tears and schooling your breathing, you can already feel the stinging in your eyes begin again. You sniff loudly and blink up at the ceiling, only looking back down when Seungcheol’s hands gently grasp your face and force you to meet his gaze.

“What do you mean?” He asks. “Did somebody say something? If someone was rude—” You shake your head, closing your eyes as you feel the first tears welling up to your lashes. Cheol’s thumbs gently swipe under your eyes, catching the teardrops before they can fall.

“Everyone has been so nice to me,” you say, softly, afraid if you speak louder your voice will crack, “They’re going to hate me when this is over, Cheol, we didn’t think this through.” Your best friend doesn’t say a word, just gently pulls you into his arms as you struggle to keep yourself from sobbing.

“You should’ve listened to your cousin,” you whisper. “You should’ve asked your crush and then at least you wouldn’t have been lying about who you brought. Even if she’d said no, you would’ve been able to tell them the truth—”

“Y/N,” he interrupts, his hold on you tightening for a brief moment. He runs a reassuring hand up and down the length of your spine, the other cradling the back of your head, engulfing you in his familiar warmth. Eventually, you manage to get your breathing under control, but as you begin to pull away your surprised to find that Seungcheol simply moves so both his arms are around your waist, keeping you close to him.

Before you can manage to form a coherent question, Seungcheol lets out a nervous sigh and glances up at you through his lashes.

“I know this is probably the worst time to tell you this but, um, I actually did ask my crush to come with me.” You cock your head to one side slightly, wondering why his cheeks are turning so pink at this confession.

“And they said no? Who was it?” You immediately feel guilty for asking, but Seungcheol doesn’t look sad when his gaze lifts to meet yours — in fact, his eyes seem to be sparkling, his face even redder than before.

“No,” he says. “They said yes, technically.”

“What?” You ask, scrunching your face up in confusion. “If they said yes, then why am I here?”

“That’s the thing,” he starts, grinning sheepishly at you. He lifts one hand from your back to cradle your cheek, and you feel your heart skip a beat. “It is you. To be honest, I thought I was pretty obvious.”

For a moment, all you can do is blink up at Seungcheol, looking for any hint of dishonesty in his face even though you know this isn’t the sort of thing he would joke about. You aren’t really sure what to do, to be honest. It would be a lie to say you’d never considered Seungcheol in a more than friendly light, but after being friends for so long you had assumed it was a hopeless endeavor. You can feel your heart start racing again, the tips of your ears and your cheeks warming up with an impending blush — so, like the child you are, you let out a whine and hide your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You jerk,” you complain, voice half muffled by Cheol’s embrace. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I got worried for no reason!” The laughter that serves as his reply feels as though it rumbles through your own chest as he hugs you tighter, his hand continuing to rub up and down your back. You feel a soft, warm touch on the crown of your head and look up in surprise, finding Seungcheol positively beaming down at you.

“So, does that mean you’re okay with being my girlfriend officially?” He asks, the cheeky grin on his face telling you he already knows the answer. You sigh and loop your arms around his neck, though you aren’t quite able to keep yourself from smiling as you gaze into his eyes.

“Fine,” you reply, gently reaching up with one hand to fix his hair. He turns his head and presses a quick kiss to your wrist, before leaning in to capture your lips with his own. The moment is perfect as you both pull away, foreheads pressed together, yet you can’t help but tease him like always, a devilish smile curling at your lips,

“But your cousin is still my new favorite Choi.” Seungcheol lets out a whine and pouts, but he brightens up a bit when you press a kiss to his cheek and remind him,

“Come on, we still have cake to eat.”

Maybe Seungcheol’s mom was right all along.

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Slow Burn: Act I - Part 3

The Secret Session

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: There’s a secret audience member at your acoustic show.

Warnings: Profanity

Notes: Before you dive in, get in the zone with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! Full of acoustic jams by a couple of my favorite artists. Read the previous part here.

The calm before the storm. That’s what the time before a performance is like for you. You politely demand minimal talking of anyone in the room, unable to help getting lost in thought before a show, often reflecting on the last couple years. Today is no different.

Honey, your song is on the radio!

Oh ‘cos you’re ‘famous’ now, you think you’re hot shit?

It’s not like you don’t have the money.

5 weeks at number 1 and counting!

I can’t believe how naive you’re being.

I can’t believe how jealous you’re being.

And the award goes to…

You won!

I thought you’d be happy for me.

I can’t do this anymore...

“So… that hangover of yours must be serious.”

You bring your eyesight from its fixed spot on the floor in front of you to look at Jimi. “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’re so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t hear me say ‘pancakes’.”

You whip your head around like a madwoman. “Pancakes?! Where?”

“Down girl. There are none. You fiend.”

“Then why mention it? Getting my hopes up like that…”

“‘Cos they’d go reeeealllly good with this obviously expensive, gourmet coffee someone named ‘CE’ sent you.”

“What?” You rush over to Jimi’s side and take the note from her hand.

“Mmhmm... cryptic ass note too. But I’m gonna guess not to you.”

Roses are red, coffee is brown. Boston’s known for tea parties, and I for putting my foot in my mouth. Forgive me? -CE

‘Brown’ and ‘mouth’? What a way with words, this guy. He really went through the trouble, though…

“Wanna tell me what you got up to last night? As your manager, I should know.” Jimi tilted her head and narrowed her eyes at you.

You cringed at the thought of recounting last night’s events. “Not really.” Throwing the note over your shoulder, you began inspecting the extravagant bouquet. “And I’m not hungover by the way. Just feeling— ugh, you know how I get before shows.”

“Nuh uh, sis. Now I’m pulling best friend rank. Hungover or not, you crept ya ass back into the hotel room close to 3 am KNOWING you had a show the next day, get sent coffee and flowers with cheesy apology notes by obviously rich randos, and on TOP OF IT ALL, are about to be away from me for what? 3 months?”

“4 months,” you reluctantly corrected her.

“4 MONTHS! And you REALLY THINK you’re not about to tell me what the hell happened last night? What do you think this is— Pretty Little Liars? Bitch, spill.” Jimi’s right… manager AND best friend. She deserves the tea… Why’d I give her this much power?

“Well…” Jimi takes a seat as you pace around, beginning to tell her about meeting Chris the night before.

“Chris Evans, Chris Evans? Like Chris motherfucking Evans?”

“Girl, yes!” you confirm.

You tell her about your stupid, potentially offensive joke.

“Ooooff. I’m not surprised, though, that’s on brand for you.”

“Ugh, I know— hey!”

You tell her how Anthony and Scott were obviously trying to set you up, and how Anthony was not helping the awkwardness you already established.

“Why, though??”

“Your guess is as good as mine.”

You tell her how things eventually turned around, you and Chris caught a little vibe, and that you were so sure he was flirting with you. How genuine he seemed, and how dreamy his eyes were, and—

“Wait a min—”

“Let me finish!”

Finally, you told her how you’d accidentally read Anthony’s text chain with Chris, and saw what Chris really thought of you.

“Well, damn.”

“I’m saying!” You breathe out exasperatedly as you sit down in front Jimi, leaning your head on her knee.“It's not that I thought we’d ride off into the sunset together or anything, but I just thought I’d read him as genuine. I don’t know… with all that’s happened the last few months, my judgment could really use a win.”

“Oh honey, I know. But what did I tell you? You—”

“We’re ready for you!” Saved by the stage manager.

“Looks like your stern talking to is gonna have to wait until after the meet and greet.”

“Immediately after. Have fun out there hun. Snatch some wigs!”

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You didn’t see it, but last night Chris saw you enter the party. His breath hitched at the sight of you, dressed in all white, hair like a kinky-curly halo around your head. An actual angel. Somewhat dressed down from the other ladies in the party, but clearly confident and comfortable in your own skin, made you stand out to him. His mesmerization was interrupted by voices calling out in the distance. It was a couple of the younger actor boys, and he watched you chat with them.

Chris looked away when his phone dinged indicating he received a text. It was from Mackie, asking if he was ok. Can I catch a break? He exchanged texts, but wanted to return his gaze so badly to the sneakered beauty that caught his eye. When he looked up, you were gone, and he panicked a little. He finally found you outside on the rooftop patio, dancing provocatively… with Scott?

Chris made his way over to you, Scott, and Mackie. He admired the way you talked expressively about who-knows-what, but your animated faces amused him. When he got to you all, introductions were made; you’re an actress, soon making your film debut alongside his brother and friend. He tries to make small talk with you, but somehow finds himself being joked on for his own film debut, and he’s slightly returned to his sullen mood. I’m not in the mood for this. It’s always too good to be true, huh?

Alone with you at the bar, though, something happens, you change his mind— or rather confirm and further his initial intrigue. The two of you talk, laugh, and dance with each other for the better part of the evening, often catching yourselves gazing smittenly at the beautiful stranger opposite of you. He thinks that you're funny, smart, and confidently awkward. Chris appreciates your realness and was never more glad he came out despite his previously funky mood.

Unfourtunately, there was another change, a sour one. You’d seen Chris’ blind judgments of you. FuuuuUUUUUUcccckkk. He’d sent those texts before he’d even met you, ignorant to you being the musician that his brother and friend were trying to set him up with— they’d done a good job of making sure of that after he expressed his disinterest. But you didn’t know that, and believed that what he texted was truly what he thought of you after enjoying each other’s company all night.

Chris was embarrassed to say the least. He went to the bathroom to hide his shame. I finally, FINALLY hit it off with someone, and possibly blew it because I just HAD to choose this ONE time to be colorful in my word choice. I gotta make this right.

As quickly as he could, he’d gotten together a demonstration of remorse: a beautiful bouquet of roses and some gourmet coffee, a call back to the quips you shared last night, sent to your green room. He wasn’t sure what to say on the note, but remembering how much of a jokester you are, he went the cheesy, comical route, and prayed it went over well. Chris could’ve left it at that, but no, my curiosity had to get the best of me.

Just like you hadn’t seen him watching you last night, you hadn’t seen him watching you today. Today, however, he’s not the only one watching you. This isn’t qualified as stalking, is it? God, I hope not. Appropriately anxious and tucked in the furthest corner of the small, but packed venue, clad in a baseball cap, hoodie, and sunglasses, Chris heavily reconsidered his spur of the moment decision of coming to see your acoustic performance. Any chance of leaving was now gone as the lights dimmed and the presenter came on stage.

“In the last 2 years following the release of her debut album, today’s artist has taken music by storm! She’s had a #1 song in the country for 10 consecutive weeks— graced the covers of Rolling Stone and Vogue— top-billed major music festivals like Lollapalooza and Coachella. She’s even cleaned up at the Grammys this year and then gave the most talked about performance.” Damn… do I really live under a rock? “iHeartRadio, give a warm welcome to…”

Applause erupted as you joined your band on stage, taking your spot behind the microphone. You greeted the crowd with a shy smile and introduced the first song. “This… is ‘Stroke’.” The crowd erupts again around Chris, all in on what’s in store, leaving him the only one in the room unsure of what to expect.

Chris is mesmerized by your voice and amused by your quirky dance moves. But he feels conflicted, knowing that similar moves were done with him last night on the dance floor. When you danced together, it had felt like the two of you were in your own little world, but seeing you onstage sharing some of that with an entire audience made him feel a little… insignificant.

Your lyrics are smart, raw and moving and the instrumentation is captivating even in its stripped back state. Chris doesn’t think he’s ever heard music like yours before. He’s surprised by the subtly aggressive and sexual nature of it, considering how awkward and goofy and cute you were with him. However, he loves watching your outright confidence, your assertiveness, in action on stage. Wow, she’s fucking amazing!

“... thank y’all! Um… this next one is a cover of a song I’m sure you know and love.” The guitarist starts the iconic riff of Aaliyah’s ‘Are You That Somebody?’. Chris is taken back to hearing this song at many parties in his younger years where he mindlessly *and drunkenly* danced to the upbeat production. But hearing you sing it today, a little slower and a lot more vulnerable, the lyrics hit him differently.

“Oh boy, see I’m trusting you with my heart, my soul

I probably shouldn’t let you but if I

If I let you know

You can’t tell nobody, I’m talkin’ ‘bout nobody

I hope you’re responsible

Boy I gotta watch my back, 'Cause I’m not just anybody”

He’s reminded of your comments last night.

“Don’t you ever feel like you can’t tell people’s intentions? Like, you can’t tell if someone wants to be around you for you or… for what they think they’ll get in return. It’s just easier to stay in your own, comfortable bubble sometimes. I don’t know…”

She probably thinks I was trying to take advantage of her. God, I’m so stupid sometimes!

At the end of the set, there’s a round of deserving applause and cheers for you, and you beam at the crowd, thanking them. Chris can’t help but feel strangely proud of you; he barely knows you, but can tell you love what you do and give your all to it. He admires that.

When the lights come up and the presenter joins you on stage, Chris takes that opportunity to slip out early so as not to be caught in the rush of everyone leaving, risking him getting recognized. He gets his phone out to let his driver know he’s coming down and to meet him around the corner, hoping this will keep them from tipping off paparazzi. He then opens his music app to download all your music. It’s official: I’m a fan.

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“Alright everybody, if you have tickets for the meet and greet… “ the presenter gives announcements as you leave the stage. Being the attentive performer you are, you noticed a tall, enigmatic audience member leave early. Normally you would’ve gently called them out, but something stopped you. A familiarity of the figure, the stature, the walk.

Your breath catches in your throat at the thought of who it could be. You start towards the green room to prepare for the meet and greet, although your swirling thoughts cause you to make little to no strides in that direction. What if it is Chris? Why would he come today? Was he really sorry? Or was he just bored and looking for a good laugh?

Adrenaline rushes you and you head in the direction of where the figure had gone. You scan the room and spot them, stomp up behind them, ready to have some words.

“Hey! HEY!” You reach and yank their hoodie off, “WHAT’D YOU THINK OF THE show…” your voice trails off at the sight of a toupee hanging in the pulled down hood, and the figure turns around. Shit.

“¡¿Qué mierda estás haciendo?!” The Spanish speaking stranger is loud, bald, and clearly pissed.

“Lo siento,” you offer with a sheepish smile and shrug, then turn on your heels and scurry off, slightly embarrassed by the scene you’d caused.

“What the hell was that?” Jimi asked with wide eyes. “Not what I meant when I said ‘snatch some wigs’!”

“I thought that was Chris…”

“You thought an extremely famous, A-list actor, who barely flirted with you last night, and clearly doesn’t think very highly of you, risked pestering paps and mobbing fans to go out of his way to come to your set today?”

“Well, when you put it like that…”

“And if it was? What were you gonna do?”

“I… didn’t think that far.”

“You didn’t think at all. Listen, I get that you’re hurt—“

“I’m not hurt! Ok… That’s not me. I don’t get hurt.”

Jimi sighs, softening her eyes and speaks at you with tough love and concern. “Whatever it is you’re feeling, you can’t let him or any other industry guy get in your head like this. Your career’s finally taking off like you wanted, and your personal life is less in shambles than it was a while ago. If you want everything to continue going in the right direction, you gotta get focused! You’ve got a movie role to slay! And many more amazing opportunities waiting for you after that because you made it all happen. I want you to remember that this next chapter is about focusing on what’s right for you, professionally and personally. Do NOT bring in the bullshit from the last chapter.”

It’s your turn to sigh. “But, I—“

“Aht-aht! No excuses. Are we clear?” You simply nod because there’s not much you can say. All you can do is mentally make a promise to yourself to not let any guy get you besides yourself, that you will be willing and ready for great things to happen to you. Jimi’s right… again! Dammit, I hate when she’s right.

Part 4

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Sink Your Teeth In || Savannah & Carrington

Timing: Current Location: Teeth Parties: @savannah-lim and @carringtonblackwood Content: Just vampire shit Summary: Savannah goes exploring in dangerous places again.

Savannah’s ex-wife had been a huge Dracula fan. She’d even taken her to Whitby on their honeymoon so they could sit on the very bench Bram Stoker had once occupied. This town reminded her of Whitby, in some ways. It was a seaside town, although in New England rather than England itself, and it had a fascinating obsession with the Macabre. Recently, Savannah had started to figure out that there was a pretty good reason for that.

She wandered through the area she'd come to learn was (affectionately?) nicknamed Freak Alley, looking for somewhere to have a drink. She was sure someone online had told her to stay out of these kinds of places, but curiosity was her best friend and biggest enemy, so she walked right in, heading into what she assumed was a goth or punk themed bar called 'Teeth'.

People looked at her a little strangely as she walked in. Maybe she wasn’t dressed appropriately. “Sorry, I forgot my black leather jacket and velvet top hat,” she said to one particularly gawpy patron as she took a seat at the bar, then she turned to the bartender. “Hi, I’ll have a Gin and Tonic.”

Carrington was having… A Night. Whether it was getting better or worse was still up for debate. Five of his six current clients had called that afternoon to cancel their appraisal walk-throughs, Walter - the fucking ungrateful, orchid-ruining excuse for an oversized Venus fly-trap - had nearly taken his hand off when Carrington had fed the vampire watermelon his biweekly meal. And to top it all off, someone had scratched his Aston. Which would cost an arm and both legs to have fixed. So Carrington was in dire need of a distraction.

Which ‘Teeth’ was more than happy to provide. Carrington was currently enjoying a very good buzz - thanks to a bottle or two of top-shelf fae blood - when something… unusual yet strangely familiar caught his attention. As well as the attention of every other vampire in the room. There was a human sitting at the bar. A human that wasn’t an employee, and therefore not under the owner’s protection. So it didn’t take long for the vultures to start circling.

The woman’s scent finally registered with his intoxicated brain about the time he finished his drink. “Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Tomorrow's headline was already flashing through his mind: FBI Agent Orders Gin and Tonic in Local Bar, Gets Exsanguination Instead. Of all the fucking nights…

“Hello again,” he said, slipping up beside her and ordering another bottle of blood. “How’ve you been? And why, might I ask, are you all alone in a place like this?”

Savannah had felt several dozen eyes on her. Eyes she had chosen to ignore. The bartender looked at her like she was crazy, but shuffled off to fulfil her order. She looked at the menu on the wall behind him. None of these seemed like normal drinks. Maybe they all just had fancy names. A shiver passed down her spine as someone brushed past her in the crowd, a sixth sense she couldn’t quite explain. But when someone took the seat next to her, Savannah was relieved to see it was someone who wasn’t a stranger.

She paid and tipped the bartender as he returned with her drink. “Carrington, hello.” Nobody was looking at him strangely in spite of him wearing regular clothes as well. Perhaps she was missing something. “I’m well, thanks.” She took a sip of her drink. “A place like this? Just because I’m not covered head to toe in tattoos with painted black fingernails, doesn’t mean I can’t find these sorts of places charming,” she teased, giving him a small grin. “But you can fix the ‘alone’ part if you want.” She cocked her head at him. “Did you just order blood? Was I supposed to use a code word or something, you know, to blend in?”

“That’s good to hear.” He eyed her curiously. The first time they’d met, Carrington had been absolutely certain she knew shit-all about… well… anything to do with the supernatural. It was why he’d compelled her to forget what she’d seen that night. Though things could and did change quite quickly in this town. Perhaps Savannah was one of them. Either way, Carrington’s curiosity was piqued.

He returned her grin with one of his own, one side of his mouth slowly lifting as he realized she was serious. And if one were observant enough, they might notice that Carrington sported a set of rather sharp canines behind his lopsided smile. He likely couldn’t have put them away if he’d tried, considering his current state. But oh well. In for a penny and all that.

“Oh, I think you’ll find the charm goes much, much deeper than just the aesthetic…” Her casual invitation earned her another slow grin. “I think I can handle that.” The asked after drink came a moment later, and Carrington’s fingers paused against the bottle. He glanced at her, trying to decide how to answer in a way that wouldn’t send her running for the hills. Finally, he settled for the truth. She was here wasn’t she? “Yes.” The word was said with a slow, almost lazy candor as he lifted the bottle to his lips. “And no. But... if you wish to blend in…” There were still several sets of eyes on them as his arm slipped idly across the back of her chair. “I could show you how.

Savannah hadn’t even finished her first drink yet, but it was clear Carrington had already had a few. She decided to drink quickly in order to catch up. She had a feeling this was going to be an interesting night. “Fae Blood,” she read from the label. “Well, that’s not very nice.” Savannah waved the bartender down, much to his irritation, and ordered a second gin and tonic and a whiskey on the rocks. “Seems I have some catching up to do.” She finished her first drink almost in one long gulp, eyeing Carrington with curiosity.

“You’re being strange,” she said, but her tone was one of interest and intrigue. She swore she could see the strange shape of his teeth beneath the dim lights. “Blending in, how?” she asked, curious to know what he’d be showing her. “I’d like to find out.”

Carrington was well into his cups. Which explained why he didn’t bat an eye as she read the label on his bottle, other than to give her another playful smirk. “Don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it. Besides…” He leaned towards her and pointed to a tiny bit of writing on the label. “‘No Fae were harmed in the making of this willingly-donated, generously compensated, and promise-free product.’” As if that should explain everything. And maybe it did.

“By all means.” He watched her down her drink, raising an impressed eyebrow. The sweet smell of whiskey drifted towards him, and Carrington ordered one for himself, with a shot of A-negative. “Am I?” he asked. Her continued acquiescence was slightly surprising, but Carrington didn’t mind. Not one bit. “By doing what every other human that comes into a vampire bar comes there to do…” He gave her another curious, crooked smile, eyes slightly hooded as the implications of what he was suggesting - along with his sharply pointed teeth - made themselves unmistakably clear. “And I’d be more than happy to oblige.” His fingers drifted up her arm to ghost over the line of her neck. “Do you trust me?”

Savannah had to be dreaming. This whole thing was almost as beyond belief as everything else she’d seen in White Crest so far. The idea of a vampire bar wasn’t strange. What was strange was that he should be so brazen about it, that he should be so open, even clearly a few drinks deep. “Why would I possibly want to try that?” she asked. She wasn’t a vampire, so she could only imagine it would taste awful. “I have my own.” She downed her whiskey and lifted the second gin and tonic. This would catch up with her soon. Maybe once it did, this would feel less bizarre.

“How forward,” she snickered, almost a little embarrassed that this situation was - dare she say it - kind of hot. A therapist would have had a field day with that. “I’m not sure I’m drunk enough yet,” she said, her breath hitching in her throat a little turning her words into something of a sigh. “But you can show me around while I get there.” She leaned into him, whispering. “And no. I don’t trust anyone. But that doesn’t mean I won’t do something foolish.”

Carrington had no reason to hide what he was. Not here. Though his track record of making good choices when partaking of fae blood - he usually avoided it for a reason - wasn’t very good. Outside these walls, however, his identity was no one’s business but his own. And a very few trusted individuals. He opened his mouth to tell Savannah that the comment had been… well, somewhat rhetorical, but his attention quickly slipped to watching the line of her throat as she downed her drinks.

“You asked,” he grinned, letting his fingers play over the slope of her shoulder. The way her breath hitched made Carrington’s fangs ache ever so slightly, but he was more than happy to grant the request to show her around. Before he could start what would hopefully be a very short tour on the way to something far more entertaining, she was suddenly very close. Again, she managed to surprise him with her answer, and again, Carrington didn’t question it. Instead, he laughed, the sound a low, genuinely pleased hum as he turned his head to whisper, “Good girl…” into her ear. He didn’t elaborate on which of her comments he was alluding to (it was both, actually), but pulled her and onto the first leg of the grand tour.

A good bit later, Carrington’s head lolled towards Savannah. “Are we there yet?” he asked, grinning drunkenly, fangs on full display at this point. “Or well… are you there yet? I was there… oh-” He held up two fingers for her to see. “- three drinks ago.”

Savannah swallowed. This was bizarre in a way that somehow made sense. It would have been beyond belief if not for the fact that it was so sensible and obvious. Savannah had no scepticism left in her. Carrington wasn’t trying to hide anything. He wasn’t a stranger trying to lure her backstage. She quivered, almost embarrassed as he whispered the words in her ear.

She decided to see where this went, no commitment one way or the other. She explored with him, danced with him, had a few more drinks with him, and gave a low laugh when he finally asked the question. “I think I’m getting there.” She swung on his arm a little as they danced, twisting herself into his arms. “Tell me something,” she said, figuring now was her best chance to get some honesty out of him. “What do you think would have happened if you hadn’t found me at the bar?” she asked. In spite of being pleasantly drunk now, her curiosity hadn’t shut off. Savannah turned back to him, hands on his shoulders.

“Can you be gentle? Can your friends?” she used the word loosely. There were several humans in the bar. Savannah could see that now. She’d passed the human blood bags and the fang bangers that were either paid to be here or came for their own thrill and enjoyment. They seemed to be having fun, but Savannah didn’t doubt there was a seedier underbelly to all this. Accidents happened.

Her shiver didn’t escape his notice, but Carrington simply tucked that particular tidbit away for later. After that the evening was a blur. A pleasant one, if a bit strange. But only strange because he couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t have to hide a part of himself from a human acquaintance. Whether out of fear of losing a friend, or fear for his own safety. Neither of those things had even crossed his mind this evening. Savannah was… taking it all in stride. Without any evidence of a nervous breakdown in the near future.

So, as was the theme of the evening, Carrington didn’t question it. He simply endeavoured to take things as they came for once. Her laughter vibrated against his chest as she spun around, and he let his other hand slide around her waist, holding her against him as they danced. “Excellent…” he smiled against her ear before letting his lips drop lightly to her shoulder. He stayed there as they danced, enjoying her warmth and her scent along with his own pleasantly drunken state. “Anything…” he murmured to her query. Though when it came, the question wasn’t quite what he expected. Nonetheless, the evening had thus far thrived on honesty, and Carrington was loath to change that.

“Perhaps nothing,” he told her quietly. “Or perhaps someone would’ve fed on you. Without your consent. Or worse.”

Her next question didn’t have a black and white answer. She’d seen the varying degrees of human/vampire interaction around the bar. Though some things weren’t meant for public display. How could she not be curious? “In general? Yes,” he said, and meant it. “We’re all capable of being gentle. We’re not much different than humans in that sense. Some good, some bad. Most somewhere in between. ”

Carrington dipped his head towards her shoulder again. “As for myself… I’m always gentle…” His lips - along with a barely there, feather-light hint of fangs - brushed her skin as he smiled lazily. “Unless you ask me not to be...”

Savannah's next shudder wasn't so pleasant. Fed on. Or worse. Those certainly weren't the most desirable of outcomes. "Well, thanks for coming to my rescue," Savannah teased, her words dripping with irony. She remained close to Carrington, paying specific attention to his lack of heartbeat. His body was a little warm, perhaps from the bottles of blood he'd been drinking like light beers. If she hadn't already known already, she wouldn't have guessed he was a vampire. She'd have to get smarter about that.

She exhaled, continuing to casually dance with him as he explained his species to her, at least in the vaguest of ways. She'd try and find out more later, she was sure, once she wasn't so very distracted by the feeling of his skin on hers and how good he smelled. "Good to know," she murmured against his jawline as he promised to be gentle. She swallowed the lump in her throat as his teeth scraped against the shell of her ear.

Fuck. She was an idiot.

"Then I guess we'd better go back to your place."

#paras #with: carrington

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the-technicolor-whiscash · 3 years

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💍 Rose and 10 (or TenToo)

thank you so much for this one anon eighth grade me would be frothing at the mouth for an ask about these two

where they get married

I know, before anything else, that Jackie has to be there when they get married, because if she weren’t there and she found out they were getting married, she would slaughter them, so it has to be somewhere Jackie would be willing to go. I can imagine they don’t have a large wedding, so they don’t have a huge venue. Also somewhere they haven’t had a near death experience at. So maybe a nice botanical garden, or an uninhabited planet with gorgeous plant life. Somewhere with a view. Definitely an outdoor wedding.

when they get married ( ie what time of day, what month and season etc. )

They strike me as the types to have a spring or summer wedding, since you have the most outdoor options, but a winter wedding with lightly falling snow would be a delightful callback to the Christmas Invasion. Definitely an afternoon or evening wedding though. Rose is not a morning person.

what traditions they include ( do they get married under a chuppah and crush a glass, garter toss, ‘something borrowed, something blue,’ etc. )

I think they definitely do the borrowed/blue thing, with the “something borrowed” being something from Jackie or Pete. The Doctor claims the tardis falls under old, borrowed, and blue, but Rose keeps telling him it doesn’t work like that. Also I wanna see them throw rice if only cause I think that’s a fun sort of tradition. I feel like Rose would want the Doctor to try and bring some Gallifreyan traditions into the wedding, though frankly I don’t know what those would be. Also the ringbearer is K-9.

what their wedding cake looks like

Something traditional, but with lots of color. Maybe they have it marbled to look like space. And it’s gotta be chocolate.

….who smashes cake into whose face

Rose agrees not to smash cake into Ten’s face but Jackie immediately comes from left field and smashes it directly into his face. I would pay money to see that.

who proposed to who first

They both wanted to propose, but Ten was perpetually nervous about it, and Rose always liked going against society’s standards for women so she proposed first. Their wedding bands are Jackie and Pete’s, since Jackie has Pete’s from their world and Pete has Jackie’s from his.

who walks down the aisle and who waits at the altar ( or neither )

Pete walks Rose down the aisle. She would’ve asked Jackie, but even though Pete was from the other world, he had become as much of a father to her as her own Pete would have been if he had lived. Happy to have her father back, Rose knew he’d be the one to walk her down the aisle.

what their wedding dresses / suits / other look like

Ten wanted to wear his normal suit, but Rose expressly forbade it, since something different would make the day feel a little more special. Instead, he wears a black tuxedo with blue accents, with just a little bit of glitter to make it pop. He wears a rose on his lapel, but managed to get Rose to at least agree to let him wear one of his more professional pairs of converse, since “they’re comfortable!”

Rose wears a white dress, but not without some flair. The skirt is just a little poofy and made of layers of tulle, and each layer has finely embroidered light pink flowers on it. Her veil continues the flowery theme, with white and light pink petals making up the headband thing, and absolutely with some glitter. Is there body glitter involved? Maybe! And, since the Doctor was wearing comfortable shoes, Rose also wore a pair of sneakers, since “Nobody will see them anyway.” I watch a lot of say yes to the dress I’m sorry

what their wedding colour scheme is and what sort of decor they have

I like the idea of blue and pink, but not in an oppressively heterosexual kind of way. However, if they didn’t care about the scheme matching their outfits (i’m a coordination kind of man sue me), I would love to see a scheme based off of the amber, earthy tones of the tardis interior. Their decor isn’t over the top, but it’s not minimalist by any means. Lots of appropriately colored streamers, flower arches, the whole nine yards.

what flowers are in the bouquet ( if applicable. bonus: what do the flowers mean? )

I don’t know shit about flower language so we’re gonna ignore that. I like the idea of Rose having a lot of pale pink flowers in her bouquet to match her dress, flowers with character. Maybe they get flowers from another planet.

what their vows are ( eg poetry, traditional, improvised etc. )

They write their own vows, and everyone assumes that the Doctor’s gonna be long-winded and Rose is gonna be short and sweet. But instead, Rose has long, detailed, emotional vows, leaving much of the crowd in tears, recounting everything they’ve been through and how he changed her life. The Doctor is by no means succinct, but his is definitely shorter. He talks about how Rose came into his life at such a dark time, and how she helped him forge a new path, giving him hope for the future.

if anyone’s late to the wedding

I know this doesn’t agree with the timeline of anything (if we’re assuming they get married before the end of season 2) but I think it would be extremely funny if Jack decides to roll up late to the reception and ask them both for a dance.

who’s in the bridal parties / groomsmen / other

Ok so Jackie is definitely one of the bridesmaids, and so is Sarah Jane, and I can imagine Rose would want some of her old friends to be bridesmaids too. Hell, Jackie can be the maid of honor, why not. The Doctor has Mickey be one of his groomsmen as well as Pete, and frankly I can’t remember any other male characters close enough to them to be at their wedding.

what their bridal party / groomsmen / other are wearing

Definitely something coordinated. The bridesmaids are wearing pink, and dresses that by modern standards are a lil gaudy but by late 2000′s standards were all the rage. The groomsmen... I dunno. Suits.

who gives speeches at the reception ( bonus: what do they say? recount a sweet memory or two between them? tell an embarrassing story? )

Oh, there’s lots of speeches. Jackie gives an emotional one, Pete gives a short but sweet one, Sarah Jane gives one. Jack, if he decides to roll up, absolutely tries to flirt with the both of them, but in the end it all comes together in a heartwarming story of how he just knew the two of them were meant for each other.

who catches the bouquet( s )

One of Rose’s old friends. Rose feels bad for having left them all for so long, and is positively overjoyed that at least one of them can catch the bouquet. Maybe it means there’ll be a wedding in the future they can attend.

what their wedding photos are like ( are they sweet, with the couple holding hands or kissing or ~gazing into each others eyes~? are they silly, with a snapshot of the ‘cake-smash’ moment? or are they artistic, with one of them facing the sunset or holding their bouquets? )

They have the serious ones, of course, the ones that you’ll frame and hang on your living room wall, but they have a lot of fun ones. Running into the sea, pretending to fall off cliffs, shooting aliens with laser guns. They take a number of pictures in the tardis, but the one they love the most is right outside it, with the tardis door open, framing them like an archway. They’re facing each other, staring into each others eyes, hands locked, and you can tell immediately that they’re so very much in love.

what sort of food they have at the reception

Stuff that’s a little fancy, but mostly tasty. The staples, like your fish option, your meat option, what have you. But there are french fries, which Rose wanted, jokingly saying it was because the Doctor had never paid for chips in his life.

who cries first during the ceremony

Jackie, out of happiness. But as things get going, just about everyone sheds a tear or two. Rose cries walking down the aisle, and the Doctor cries during his vows.

how wild their reception gets ( who dances the best, who gets drunk first, etc. )

Since it’s not a big party, things don’t get overly rowdy, but there are absolutely some drunken shenanigans. It takes some effort to get him tipsy, but eventually, the Doctor does the YMCA on a table.

what their rings are like

Definitely Jackie and Pete’s rings. But, if they didn’t do that, I can imagine they’d have simple, practical bands, perfect for the fast-paced life they live.

what sort of favours they have ( heart shaped sparklers, mini champagne bottles, personalised candy etc. )

I love the personalized candy idea so they definitely have those. I think they’d want to give out practical favors, like maybe engraved portable chargers (i know, i know, i’m messing up the timeline), but not without fun stuff like miniature nerf guns.

where they go for their honeymoon

Everywhere! Across space and time, they visit both their greatest hits and fun new places. They visit Miami Beach, watch fireworks on Mars, learn how to shoot bows and arrows on a planet out by Alpha Centauri.

something memorable that happens during the party / ceremony ( do they run out of ice and someone goes to get it in full formal wear on foot, does anyone fall asleep in the middle of the party, etc. )

Ok if Jack shows up, he would absolutely be the memorable moment. I’m picturing him teleporting in mid-party or even mid-ceremony, bringing confetti with him. If you’re gonna crash a wedding, might as well make it memorable.

who officiates the ceremony

I think it would be really sweet if Sarah Jane officiated it, and she also seems like the one most likely to be legally able to do so. They could just hire a minister, but given the nature of their lifestyles, they probably wouldn’t want some rando being like “what kinda nonsense wedding is this”

what song their first dance is to

I’m gonna be honest. I have no idea. But I do know that their second dance HAS to be Tainted Love, since that was from their first real adventure together, and I love shit coming full circle.

Thanks for the ask! sorry it got so long, it’s a long ask meme lol and I have a lot of thots. I love tenrose and would officiate their marriage myself. actually i’m ordained so i could legally do it.

#the whiscash administration #doctor who #asks #long post #I’m sorry it’s so long my brain thinks a lot

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wri0thesley · 5 years

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Omg nat hello welcome back!! Since requests are open, could I get some "first dance at their wedding" sweetness with my boi mista? I just feel like that cheesy boi would cry during it and ahhh thank you Nat! *u*

1.7k words! Reader wears a dress, and is referred to as “the bride”!

Although Mista had done his best, he hadn't ended up being that involved with the wedding planning. Little things kept reminding him of the number four; the number of guests sat a table for the wedding meal, the multiple of flowers in bouquets, the amount of bridesmaids, the conglomeration of how people were to sit to watch the ceremony - in the end, he'd bowed out gracefully, bashful smile on his face.

"Aww, babe," he says, "I'm just gonna worry about everythin' if we both keep doin' this! On our actual weddin' day, I don't think I'll notice anythin' but how beautiful you are . . . so I'm gonna leave it to you, okay?"

It had been okay. As much as you love Mista for all of his idiosyncracies, some of his worries were beginning to rub off on you, and you were grateful that when he stepped back, you'd be able to stop seeing the number four wherever you looked.

So you organised - with help from other members of Passione, who wanted you and Mista to have the wedding both of you had always dreamed of - everything yourself. The cake, the photographer, the venue and the dress - when you'd forget something, Giorno would quietly murmur about it, and if you weren't sure, it would get done anyway.

"Guido has always been a romantic," Giorno says at one of the wedding planning dinners he'd hosted for you and all of the other people who'd endeavoured to help. "He deserves to have his wedding be exactly how he'd want it."

Everyone, it seems, has a soft spot for Guido Mista - and with his ebullient nature and his smile and his warm way of talking, his friendly demeanour . . . how could they not? Sometimes, you'd come home and climb into bed and Mista would groan, turning towards you and clutching blindly at the sheets until you settled in his arms.

"Missed you, amore," he'd murmur, his voice low and sleep-soaked, and he'd smile against your cheek. "Glad you're home."

That's without taking into account the other things about him you adore; the messy dark hair falling over his forehead, the big liquid eyes, the way his lips break into a smile, the way his pants curve at the back when he bends over--

Okay, time to stop your brain there. The point is that you wanted Mista to have the wedding he wanted, and you wanted to have the wedding of your dreams too. Thankfully, your positions in Passione afford a generous salary - and the affection of Don Giovanna doesn't hurt, either.

The one thing that Mista had said he wanted to be in charge of was the wedding song.

"What are you going to pick?" You asked him, curiously, and Mista's ruddy face flushed as he looked bashfully away, one hand reaching up behind his head to tug his hat down a little further.

"Aww, amore," he said, "Don't you want it to be a surprise?"

"You're not going to pull a Narancia on me and have us have our first dance to Snoop Dogg or something, are you?" You'd teased him, and Mista had pulled a face at you that was all faux shock.

"My secrets!" He'd said, clutching a hand to his chest as if wounded. "Snoop can be romantic too, y'know! Narancia's played me some of his most passionate tunes! And I really feel like that song about the . . . about the undies is gonna set the mood!"

"Mista!" You say, playfully pushing you, and he lets out a laugh that makes a smile rise to your face unbidden. Mista is always so sweet. Despite what he does for a living, despite the fact you know there's blood on his hands, sometimes he's just your perfect goofy boyfriend who - soon - is going to be your husband.

"Nah," he says, "I like . . . y'know. Traditional shit. I'm not gonna make a joke outta the day that we're gonna remember for the rest of our lives."

Emotion wells up in your chest, that you do your best to push down. Mista's fingers twist in his sweater, and you see that he's blushing and avoiding your gaze, as if he's afraid that the confession he just made is going to prove to be too much for you and you're going to break up with him for being the sweetest boyfriend in the world.

You lean forward and press a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"Well then," you say, all of the worry about the first dance song immediately ceasing. "I'll trust you. I'll know it will be perfect."

And your wedding goes off exactly that way.

When you float down the aisle on Giorno's arm, white fabric trailing behind you, bouquet of red roses (grown by Giorno for the occasion) beribboned in white and gold in your hands, you see Guido swallow, a bob of this throat over his expensive suit.

When you reach the front of the intimate little church and stand across from him, you realise there are tears in his eyes as he summons a smile for you - and though you know that there's important text being read by the officiant, you can't look at anything but Mista's face, glowing in a way you've never seen before.

You notice when he takes the ring to slide it onto your finger that his hands are shaking, and when he speaks to say;

"I do." His voice is dry, his throat cracking.

Panic rises in your own thoughts that perhaps Mista is realising that he's made a terrible mistake and perhaps he never wanted to marry you after all, maybe he's realising how trapped he is and he's about to call things off - and then, the officiant decrees that he can kiss you, and eagerly he does a little shuffle forward to cup your face in his tender embrace.

His palms are wet, as if he's been nervous, but that does not ruin the fact that the way he holds you is like someone holding something very precious to them. You press your cheek against his thumb as he rubs a loving circle into your skin.

"You look beautiful," he says, and he kisses you--

And then there's the rush of cheering, the click of camera shutters. There's too much else to be doing to worry about being simply him and you, the newlywed couple - so you leave the church and you throw the bouquet and you're bundled away in a carriage, confetti being thrown at you, to get to the fancy villa in which Giorno is throwing the reception party.

You even have time to change out of the wedding gown into something a little more appropriate for dancing, though you leave the crown of white rosebuds in your hair. You feel like you barely have time to speak to your new groom, there's so much else to be done - the cake stands proud in the air, the echoes of celebration in the breeze, as you stand by a doorway and simply observe for a moment.

It seems like you've been planning this event for years, though in truth it's only been a few months. The culmination of all of your hard work - and as you look at the people you love most in the world enjoying themselves and celebrating yours and Mista's union, you can't help but feel that the luck has paid off.

Narancia makes his way across where the makeshift dancefloor is, and you tense. You know Narancia won't ruin this for you - you'd trusted him with the music, and although the man can still be a little more prone to play the clown, when he is entrusted with responsibility he takes pride in ensuring things are done perfectly - but there's still that brief fear as he grabs a microphone and announces the bride and groom's first dance.

The first few chords ring out, and you're looking around for Mista, when you feel a hand outstretch and take yours - and there's your groom, handsome as ever, gently tugging you onto the dancefloor.

You look up at him. Some of the wedding stresses have gotten to him too; his hair is a tousled mess (though at least he's not wearing his hat). The tiger print bow tie that nobody had been able to talk him out of is askew, his matching pocket square nowhere to be seen. One of his cuffs is unbuttoned.

But he's smiling at you, and that's all that matters. He's smiling at you like you're the only person in the universe, and as he pulls you against him and your eyes flutter closed to listen to the sound of his heartbeat as he gently rocks you in his arms - and that's all you can ask for.

You have spent enough nights listening to the Carpenters and watching cheesy romantic movies, eating pints of ice cream (even before you were dating, actually), that "Touch Me When We're Dancing" is intimately familiar to you. Of course it would be this, you think, as one of Mista's hands gently rest on your waist, and you tip your head up so that you can look at your husband.

There's a hush over the dancefloor as people watch you both, but it doesn't feel like you two are the centre of attention. The music wraps around both of you like a protective cocoon, as if it saying: this moment is for you both, and only yours.

"I love you," you say, your voice a breathy sigh on the wind.

Mista sniffles, and you realise that he's crying - again.

"I love you more," he says, throat scratching. "Fuck. I don't mean to cry--"

"Did you mean to say fuck at our wedding?"

He cracks a smile, but his eyes are still brimming with tears.

"You're just so perfect. . ." He whispers, voice cracking. "I'm just . . . I'm just such a lucky guy!"

Other couples have dragged their partners onto the dancefloor now, and you can see them from the corner of your eye - but it doesn't matter. The spell isn't broken.

"Not half as lucky as I am," you whisper, and your eyes flutter closed again, as you take a moment out of the hectic day to enjoy your husband's closeness and warmth and the promise of a future with him.

#writing #guido mista #jjba #sfw #Anonymous

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eastasianfeelings · 4 years

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boys vs. boys: Vixx

← previous: toys vs. boys

Summary: Your next marketing event for Vixx goes off without a hitch... except for the part where your six boyfriends decide to throw a fit over your business cards.

Words: 4k

Warnings: polyamory, super-dumb jealousy

You look around the venue filled with people and take a moment to pat yourself on the back.

Y/N, you are a marketing genius.

Several months ago, you pitched the idea of targeting female fans’ boyfriends to the rest of your marketing team. Men could give their girlfriends the “gift” of Vixx by purchasing tickets to exclusive fanmeets and photo ops, where they could record, photograph or otherwise document their girlfriend meeting Vixx in-person, thus giving their girlfriend a lasting memory.

It took a few meetings to come up with an appropriate strategy, since your team’s historically focused on targeting the core audience of female fans. But after enough buy-in, you got the budget and resources to build your campaign, and now you’re standing at the back of the conference centre’s main hall, basking in the record attendance numbers.

“Vixx is on their way,” someone reports through your headset. That’s your cue: you start to make your way discreetly toward the front of the hall.

On the left side of the room, it’s mostly women sitting in numbered seats. Behind the cordoned area on the right, it’s general seating occupied mostly by men, where they’ll be able to record or take photos of their girlfriends and Vixx.

You reach the front of the room and position yourself in between the crowd of men and the table where Vixx will sit. Just in time: cheers fill the air as the members file through the back door, waving and smiling.

“Real V! V-I-X, we are Vixx! Hello~!” Hakyeon kicks things off with the familiar introduction, and the atmosphere in the room hits the roof; even some of the men in your area are getting into it and clapping along. You make eye contact with a few and quickly look away, suppressing a grin.

“Hi everyone, how are you?” Leo picks up his mic next.

“We’re so glad to see you,” Hakyeon continues, “it’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

The audience calls their assent, and Ken chimes in.

“We couldn’t wait to see our Starlight babies!” he says. “That’s why we’re holding this event.”

Hyuk lifts his mic. “Everyone, you know how this works, right?” He pauses to let the “Yes!” from the audience ring. “That’s right, you have your number in the order on your tickets.”

“But today, there will be time for you to take a photo with each one of us,” Hakyeon says brightly. “If your boyfriend is here and ready to film you from over there, he can do so!”

“If you’re a good Starlight and saved yourself for us,” Ravi says cheekily, “we can take a selca instead.”

“Yah,” Hongbin says, “there are no bad Starlights. They’re all our precious babies.” It’s a line that was scripted for him by one of your colleagues, so his delivery is flat, but the fans react predictably well.

You notice some eye-rolling from the men in front of you as the women eagerly queue up, but that’s to be expected; as long as nobody throws a jealous tantrum and derails the event, everything should be fine.

“You were giving out your number to them.”

“I was giving out my business card, Hakyeon.”

“Your card has your number on it, doesn’t it?”

Four hours later, you’re standing in the empty dressing room, facing off against an upset Hakyeon. The event was a success, but you unfortunately failed to anticipate an alternate source of jealous tantrums: your own boyfriends.

“You realize that those men have girlfriends, right,” you say as patiently as you can, “that’s why they were there.”

“Yah, noona.” There’s the noise of crinkling plastic behind you as Hyuk finishes gulping down an entire water bottle, smushes it casually in one fist and comes over to join the conversation. “I heard them talking to you, some of those guys were there with their sisters or cousins.”

You frown at him. “How did you even hear that? Were you not paying attention to your fans?”

“I was!” he says indignantly. “But Hongbin-hyung was holding up the line and there was no one in front of me and then I heard that one guy asking about you.”

“What guy?”

“That guy who asked you what your ideal type was!”

You squint and try to remember, while Hakyeon and Hyuk stare at you like you’re a suspect about to confess. “Oh. That?” You laugh as you recall. “Hyuk-ah, you know what he was saying right before that?”

“That his ideal type is someone just like you?” he says grumpily.

“Of course not.” You reach up and scrub your hand through his hair. “He was saying that his sister’s ideal type is you, Hyukie.”

Hakyeon barely stifles his snort, while Hyuk flushes. “So what? That was probably his segue into asking about you.”

“But I told him I agreed with his sister,” you say brightly, and grin as Hyuk turns even redder. “And I think he got the message.”

“Hm.” Hyuk ducks his blushing face away, the corners of his mouth fighting a smile.

“Y/N-ah.” Hakyeon sidles closer, amusement gone. “You told him Hyuk is your ideal type?”

You look over at him. “So?”

Hakyeon just pouts at you, disappointment leaking from his every pore. You laugh a little and take his hands in your own.

“What do you want me to say? ‘Actually, all six Vixx members are my ideal type’?”

“Why not?” he says defensively as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“Don’t be dumb, hyung.” Hyuk edges in as well, eyeing your hands. “That sounds ridiculous.”

“Yah. Who are you calling dumb?” Hakyeon frees one hand to chop at Hyuk, who ducks it skillfully and then snatches your free hand in his.

As Hakyeon glares, Ken comes sailing into the room. “Hey, here you are!” He comes to a stop when he sees Hakyeon and Hyuk on either side of you. “What’s going on? Are we fighting?”

“No, we’re not fighting,” you say quickly, tugging your hands free. “We’re cleaning up. You can help!”

“Oh, ah...” Ken looks around at the mess of the room, then quickly whips out his phone. “I was actually going to send an SNS post, so I’ll do that first, okay?” He adds a wide smile to the end of his excuse.

“One post,” Hakyeon warns him, “and then you’re helping us clean up.”

“Hyuk-ah, can you put this on that trolley over there?” You push a hefty package of disposable water bottles toward Hyuk. “Hakyeon-ah, look through these coats and tell me which ones belong to you guys and which ones are going to the lost-and-found.”

While they’re both doing so, Ken lets out a dramatic gasp.

“Y/N-ah!”

“Hm?” You walk over and peer at the phone screen he’s thrusting at you.

“Look!”

“It’s… a tweet about this fanmeeting?”

“Look at the photo!”

You look, and still see nothing out of the ordinary. “It’s… a flatlay of swag from this fanmeeting,” you try next.

Ken whines in exasperation and points to a white rectangle in the corner of the photo. “It’s your name! It’s your card!”

“What??” Hakyeon drops the coat he’s holding and hurries over.

Hyuk joins the huddle around Ken’s phone. “What, what is it?”

When you squint, sure, you can make out the company logo at the top of the card, and a tiny set of blurry characters that do spell out your name. But—“Jaehwan-ah, nobody’s going to notice that.”

“I just did!”

“Yeah, but that’s because you know what my business cards look like. No one else would pay any attention.”

“That’s not the problem, Y/N-ah.” Ken jabs at his phone screen again. “The problem is—”

“The problem is,” Hakyeon takes over, “why were you handing out your card?”

You huff out a breath and step away from your little circle. “I hand out my card because it helps people to remember the event, to remember you guys. If someone digs out the card from the bottom of their pocket later, they’re going to go, ‘Oh right, this company with those idols’. It’s an opportunity to make a mark.”

“More like an opportunity for a booty call,” Hyuk mutters.

Ken sucks in a dramatic gasp while Hakyeon bristles violently. You just facepalm.

“People do not use business cards for booty calls.”

“You don’t know for sure, noona,” Hyuk protests.

“Why even take that risk?” Hakyeon says.

“Yeah! We can just give them more swag instead of sacrificing you,” Ken says.

“I’m not being sacrificed, Jaehwan-ah.”

“Who’s being sacrificed?” Ravi comes into the room.

“Nobody,” you tell him.

Ravi comes over to lean one arm against Ken and the other against you. “Noona, I barely saw you during the entire event. I thought you were going to be on the floor with us.”

“She was too busy talking with all the men,” Hyuk grumbles.

“The men?” Ravi’s eyebrows rise.

“What men?” comes the suspicious question from Leo as he enters the room, Hongbin right behind him.

“All those men at today’s event,” Hyuk elaborates.

“I was doing my job, okay,” you interrupt, a little exasperated.

“What are we talking about?” Hongbin asks, sitting down so he can look at you all judgmentally from a distance away.

“Y/N-ah was handing out her card,” Hakyeon says grimly.

“Her what?” Ravi says.

“My business card,” you emphasize. “Because that’s what business cards are for.”

“Noona, you gave them out to random strangers!” Hyuk exclaims.

“...Random strangers?” Leo’s slowly worming his way into the circle around you.

“Look!” Ken holds out his phone. “Someone tweeted a freaking picture of her card!”

“Jaehwan-ah, what’s the username of the account?” you question.

Ken blinks, then checks. “Why?”

“It’s a female name, right?”

“So what?” Ravi’s arm has migrated over your shoulder so that he’s got you in a sort of backhug, arms pinned to your side.

“So, it’s not like I only gave out my card to men.” On instinct, you test your mobility; you feel Ravi tighten his hold to keep you in place. “Wonshik-ah.”

His muscles tense, but when you tap at his forearm, he grumbles and loosens enough for you to step away.

You put your hands on your hips and look around at all of them. “Look. Giving my business card out is a part of my job. I’m in marketing, it’s going to happen. You don’t want me to lose my job, do you?” You raise your brows.

“Of course not, noona,” Hyuk says immediately. “But—”

“Good. Because I’ve given out my card countless times in the past and I’ll continue giving it out in the future,” you state.

“Countless times?” Leo repeats.

“In the past?” Ken sidles up to your side. “Like, in the recent past or in the far past?”

“You’ve given out your card so many times you can’t even count?” Hakyeon looks disproportionately horrified by this idea.

Why is this what they’re focusing on? “That’s not the point—”

Hongbin interrupts with a quiet tsk. “Noona. Are you trying to make us mad?”

You roll your eyes at him. “If I wanted to make you guys mad, I’d just ask Hyuk who his favourite hyung is.”

There’s a pause as everyone looks to Hyuk.

Hyuk opens his mouth, then wisely closes it and narrows his eyes at you.

You can’t help pushing a little, for your own entertainment. “You do have a favourite, right, Hyukie?”

“Who is it, Hyuk-ah?” Leo demands.

“You can’t ask me to pick a favourite,” Hyuk hedges, sidling around you so you’re in between him and Leo. “That’s like asking N-hyung to pick his favourite dongsaeng.”

“Oh, well.” You shrug lightly and launch the bomb: “I always thought your favourite was Jaehwan-ah.”

“Your favourite is Jaehwan?!” Leo starts toward Hyuk.

“I didn’t say that!” Hyuk yelps as he dives behind you. “Noona said that, not me!”

“Aw, really?” Ken bounces around your other side to meet Hyuk for a big hug. “I love you too, our baby maknae~!”

“Yah, Sanghyuk, I raised you.” Leo swerves around you, Ravi and Hakyeon to get at Hyuk and Ken, who run in the opposite direction.

You stifle a laugh and turn to Hakyeon. “As for Hakyeon-ah…” You smile up at him. “I’m your favourite dongsaeng.”

That gets him blushing in a second. “Ah, I mean…”

“I’m not?” You add a dash of aegyo.

“Of course you are.” Hakyeon folds easily with a huge smile on his face, and he opens his arms to you.

But Ravi grabs for you and pulls you out of reach. “That doesn’t mean you’re her favourite, N-hyung,” he points out.

“I wasn’t assuming that,” Hakyeon defends himself.

“Good.” Ravi nestles his head on top of yours and snuggles you deeper into his chest; Hakyeon narrows his eyes.

Hongbin gives a judgey sniff. “Don’t be so clingy.”

“Why not?” Ravi hums, unperturbed, as he angles you away from Hakyeon’s attempts to put his hands on you.

Amused, you let Ravi shield you from Hakyeon, while in the background, Hyuk and Ken giggle madly as they run from Leo. “Yeah, why not, Hongbin-ah? You don’t want me?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth, noona.”

“Just asking.”

“What, you’d rather I come over and wrestle you away from Ravi?” He snorts.

“No, I’d rather you let the others show their affection how they want without judging them for it,” you reply promptly.

Hongbin closes his mouth around the retort on his tongue and looks away, his cheeks darkening ever so slightly. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want you,” he says, tone lower.

You have to smile. He’s too tsundere for his own good, really.

A hard jostle against Ravi causes his grip on you to loosen; Ken’s barged right into him, Hyuk hot on his heels. Hakyeon takes his chance to snatch you into his arms while Ravi is pushed into Leo’s path as a barrier by Ken and Hyuk.

“Yah, brats,” Leo says on a pant, glaring at them as they peek over Ravi’s shoulders. He’s got his hands backward on his hips and is bent slightly forward like a middle-aged aunt winded from chasing kids around.

You decide to intervene before he collapses of exhaustion. “Okay, everyone, we really have to clean this place up before the venue staff kick us out. Help me out?”

“Of course,” Hakyeon says, good mood restored now that he’s got you. He brushes his lips against your temple, then lets you go to whip Ken, Ravi and Hyuk into action. “C’mon, kids, time to work. And no, Jaehwan-ah, you are not posting one more photo on SNS.”

You approach Leo, who’s still balefully eyeing Ken and Hyuk while his chest heaves up and down. “Taekwoon-ah.”

He looks around, expression stiff.

“You know it was a joke.” You reach up and slide your hand up the back of his neck.

He responds immediately, relaxing into your hold like a cat being petted. “Hm.”

“No hurt feelings?” you check, stroking your fingers into his hair.

“Mm. No.” Leo’s voice drops a few tones; he leans his head into your touch and, at the same time, drapes an arm around your waist to bring you closer. “Y/N-ah.”

“Yeah?”

You look up in time to see his eyelids drop a little, gaze focused on your face. Your mouth. He tugs a little with the arm around your waist, urging you to rise onto your tiptoes, meet him halfway.

“No, Taekwoon, not here,” you say as sternly as you can, and pull your hand out of his hair.

He lets out a sound that’s almost a whine. “Y/N-ah…”

“Help me clean up, and we can get home faster and do what you want there,” you pitch.

Fortunately that gets through, and he stops trying to get you on your tiptoes to kiss him. “What do you need me to do?”

Ah, helpful boyfriends are the best. You direct him to sorting out the remainder of the swag into boxes, then check on the others to make sure nothing’s going awry.

When you circle back to the table, Hongbin’s still sitting there. “Aren’t you going to put me to work?” he asks sardonically.

You stop in front of him and reach out to muss his coiffed hair. “There’s not much left to do. Want to sit here and get all the tsundere out of your system before we go home?”

“No. N-hyung’s going to yell if I don’t help.” He removes your hand from his hair and then drops his arm, forcing you to step closer with your hand still in his. “Tell me what to do.”

“Okay.” You try to think, but his perfectly-styled hair is just begging to be ruffled, and your free hand instinctively rises.

Hongbin grabs that hand, too, and brings both your hands down, pulling you in even closer. “Noona.”

He’s looking up at you, studying your face intently enough to make you feel embarrassed, and you get the urge to pull back. “Sorry, your hair just looks too good,” you offer as your excuse.

His head cocks. “Does it?”

“Or maybe it’s just you.” You give him a smile.

He tilts his head further. “Just me,” he repeats.

“Too cheesy?”

Hongbin considers for a moment. “No,” he decides. Then he pulls you down to plant a kiss on your mouth.

You wobble a bit when he lets you go, caught off-guard, and a smirky smile curls the edges of his lips. “Clingy enough for you?” he asks.

Before you can swat the smug look off his face, your phone rings. You jump at the sound, breaking apart from Hongbin, and quickly reach into your pocket to pick up.

Hongbin’s peering at the screen almost before you are, bent over to squint at the number. “Who is it?”

“I don’t know.” You step away from him to get some space and answer: “Hello?”

“Y/N-ssi?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“This is Jihun-manager with the venue. I’m just calling to check if the rooms are ready to close up?”

“Oh, yes.” You turn to glance guiltily at the wall clock. “Er, most of them are, we just have one room left. I think it’s Dressing Room B.”

“Okay, I’ll tell my staff to leave that one for last.”

“Thanks very much. We’ll definitely be out before nine pm,” you promise.

As you end the call, you abruptly realize that all six Vixx members are standing around you, focused on you.

“Uh. Guys?” You step back a little, looking from face-to-face.

“Who was it?” Hakyeon asks.

“Who—? It was Jihun-manager, he’s the venue coordinator for this event.”

“You didn’t have his number saved,” Hongbin notes.

“Yeah, we’d only corresponded by email before today.” You frown around at everyone. “What’s the matter?”

Slowly their stances relax, as though some unknown threat has disappeared. Leo’s still eyeing your phone with mistrust, both Hakyeon and Ken are pouting, and Ravi’s rolling his shoulders just a bit, but nobody seems interested in explaining why they’re so het up.

Then you hear Hyuk’s grumble as he slinks back to stacking boxes: “You shouldn’t answer numbers you don’t know, noona.”

…Ohhhh dear.

Are they back to the giving-out-your-business-card thing?

You decide the best way to not test that theory is to get the boys cleaning up as swiftly and efficiently as possible. By quarter to nine, all the boxes are stacked and you’ve gathered all the leftover junk into three ginormous garbage bags. You send Jihun-manager a text to let him know you’re done with the room, then distribute the boxes and bags among the members and head out to the parking garage.

As you’re all waiting for the elevator, your phone rings again.

Everyone turns to look at you.

Warily, you back away from them, keeping your phone screen tucked toward you. “I’ll take this call, you guys go ahead, okay?” You motion to the arriving elevator car.

Nobody moves.

Whatever. With a huff, you turn your back and answer the call. “Hello?”

“Hi, is this… Y/N?”

“Yes, that’s me. How can I help you?”

“Er, you work with Vixx, right?”

“Yes, I do.” You glance over your shoulder and nearly leap out of your skin: all six of them are right there behind you, straining around their various boxes and bags to listen in.

“Ah, well, I don’t know if you remember, but I was at today’s event and you gave me your card.”

“Ah, did I?” You turn and make shooing motions at the boys. It doesn’t do anything, of course; instead, they just crowd closer until you’re basically up against the wall, surrounded by men and boxes.

“Yes. And… well, I’m interested in learning more about what you do. Your industry, you know. I hope this isn’t inappropriate, but could we chat sometime about your job, and your career, and how you got to where you are now?”

You smile. “Yes, that’s totally fine. Why don’t you send me an email? I’ll check my calendar when I’m back in the office and book us some time.”

“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.” The person is genuinely excited, you can tell.

“No problem. Just send me an email, okay?”

“I will! Thank you, Y/N-ssi.”

“You’re welcome! Bye now.”

You hang up, and immediately are bombarded by questions.

“Who was that?”

“Why are you meeting with them?”

“Why are they calling so late at night?”

“It was one of those men you gave your card to, right?!”

“Okay, first of all,” you say loudly, “it was a woman.”

That shuts them up, and you smile with satisfaction at the sudden silence.

“Second, it was a networking call. She just wanted to learn about my job. Nothing even close to a booty call.” You give Hyuk a slanted glance. “I’m good at what I do, and that includes networking, got it?”

“Got it,” Hyuk says, a little sullenly.

“You still shouldn’t answer unknown numbers, noona,” Ravi frets.

Ken gasps a little and looks to Hakyeon. “What if it was just an excuse? Do we have to start guarding Y/N-ah from women too?”

As horror spreads over Hakyeon’s face, you sigh. “No more of this, please, let’s just go home already. Taekwoon-ah, can you press the button?” Because of course the elevator’s long-gone.

Not a minute passes before your phone rings again.

There’s almost an audible cracking noise as everyone’s head snaps around.

“Don’t even start,” you say to them warningly, before answering the call. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Y/N?” It’s a male voice.

Ravi’s apparently standing close enough to hear, because he sucks in his breath and informs the others in a whisper: “It’s a guy.”

You ignore their intensifying stares. “Yes, that’s me, can I help you?”

“Well, uh, we met today at the Vixx event, and you gave me your card, and I was actually wondering… I’m sorry if this is a bit straightforward, but do you have a boyfriend?”

Your eyes nearly pop out of your head.

Ravi’s staring at you so hard he’s going cross-eyed. In a tense, hushed tone, he asks, “Did he just say… boy… friend…?”

Instantly, you feel the other five go on red alert, stares like lasers.

Ping. The elevator doors part once more.

In a split second, you make your decision. You plunge down the gauntlet of Vixx members, dive into the elevator car and frantically reach for the close button. If you can just get yourself two minutes away from your boyfriends, a two-minute elevator ride so they can calm down and become more rational and realize that you’re not going to say yes to a random person who asked if you had a boyfriend—

SLAM. Leo whacks the closing doors apart with his arm, eyes fixed on you, gaze stormy.

You gulp. “Uh.”

Then he’s pushed into the car by the rest of the boys, who are all now shouting and fighting to get near you.

“Who was that?!”

“Boyfriend??”

“He actually asked if you had a boyfriend?”

“What did you say?!”

“That was totally a booty call, noona!!”

“BOYFRIEND???”

With a sigh, you give up and let yourself be engulfed by six wailing men.

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