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starkwlkr · 7 months

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Hi. Love your fics!!! Could you do a Charles + Ruby one where Y/N is a singer and they go to one of her concerts or a big performance like her Super Bowl halftime show or something? Thank you!❤️

mommy’s biggest fans | charles leclerc

y/n is in her harry styles fifteen nights at msg era 🫶🏼 so for this imagine we are doing her final night at msg or the kia forum or whichever arena you’d like

also taylor is going to be the faceclaim this time because why not 🙃 also kelly mention but only because p is the cutest kid 🥲

“We are getting ready for my wife’s concert tonight,” Charles spoke to the camera. He decided that Y/n’s last concert would be a great place to make a vlog. He looked at his phone. “It is four thirty and the kids are not ready. Ruby is watching Bluey.”

“And Bingo! Don’t forget Bingo!” Ruby said as she munched on her fruit snacks while seated on the bed.

“Right, Bingo too. All of the family is coming and so are our friends. Maman and Théo are having a nap, but soon we’ll have to go to the arena to see my wife perform, isn’t that exciting, Ruby?” Charles asked the girl.

“She’s going to sing my favorite song, she told me.”

“What’s your favorite song?” Charles asked.

“All of them, duh!”

“How are you feeling?” The camera was pointed at Y/n, who was getting her makeup done for her show. Charles and the kids had arrived so they spent their time in Y/n’s dressing room until the show began. Y/n’s dressing room changed over the years. First, it was filled with makeup and dresses and lots of food for before and after the show. Now, it had a stroller, toys and diaper bags.

“I am so happy. My family and friends are here. I’m so glad all of the nights have been sold out.” Y/n smiled.

“And do you have any surprises for tonight?”

“I have some. . .”

Ruby was escorted to her seat along with the Leclerc family and their friends. As the show began, the lights changed which caused Ruby to scream as loud as she could. She had been to many of her mother’s shows before, but she always had the same reaction.

Y/n started singing and so did Ruby and Mathéo. They knew all of her songs even the unreleased ones. Towards the middle of the show, a man apart of Y/n’s security team whispered something into Charles’ ear then walked with him to the side stage. Ruby was the only one who noticed as her family and friends danced and sang along.

“So this is the part of the show where I usually have some big surprise. And I do have one, but I just want to take the time to thank all of you for being here, for singing these songs, dancing, making friendship bracelets, dressing up. I love you all and I hope you love this next duet.” Y/n said. She smiled as the crowd erupted into cheers.

She walked further down the stage to her piano. The fans immediately thought she would be the one to play the piano, but they were mistaken since Charles had made his way to the piano with the biggest smile on his face.

As Charles sat on the piano bench, Y/n spoke again to the crowd. “Ladies, gentlemen, friends. I am very happy to introduce you to the man that makes me the happiest woman on earth, my husband, my muse, Mr. Charles Leclerc!” Y/n clapped as the crowd cheered for Charles, who got shy by the love he was receiving. “and also the father of my two kids, just had to add that.” She chuckled.

“Hello.” Charles spoke into the microphone which caused more cheers.

“They love you,” Y/n teased as she looked back to Charles. “So Charles and I talked and we had a hard time trying to pick which song to play together. We didn’t know if we wanted to do a cover or one of my songs and finally we decided why not play a new song.”

As Charles played a bit with the keys, Y/n looked back once again to him just to make sure he was alright. She then nodded at him so they could start.

Moon, a hole of light

Through the big top tent up high

Here before and after me

After the duet, Charles whispered an ‘I love you’ to his wife, which she returned. As the show went on, Y/n would often walk to the section that her family was in and blew them a kiss.

Y/n knew that most drivers on the F1 grid were going to attended, one of them being Sebastian with his wife and kids. She remembered Charles mentioning that it was Sebastian and Hanna’s wedding anniversary so she knew that she just had to sing a love song to them.

“This next song is dedicated to two special people who are celebrating their anniversary today. Seb, Hanna, congratulations and you know I will always love you and your family.” Y/n smiled at the Vettel family who were next to hers.

We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January

And this is our place, we make the rules

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After the show ended, Y/n couldn’t believe she had just played fifteen nights straight. She loved performing, but what she loved the most was her family and her family needed her more than ever. She was finally coming home to her babies and Charles.

When she got backstage, she immediately started asking for her family. A stage manager had told her they were on their way backstage. When she spotted the kids, she ran up to them and hugged them.

“Maman! You sang my favorite song! And then papa played the piano with you! I waved at you but I don’t know if you saw me. I was with uncle Thur and Théo was with uncle Enzo. We sang so loud, could you hear us?” Ruby asked her mother.

“I did. You both sang so beautifully.” Y/n told her babies. They walked together to her dressing room where the rest of her family and friends were waiting.

“Ma fille! You did amazing as always! And that duet with Charles! You two know how to make a grown woman cry.” Pascale gave a hug to her daughter in law.

“Thank you for being here.” Y/n wiped away a couple of tears.

“You know I’ll always be there for you no matter what.”

After greeting and thanking everyone for coming, she finally got some alone time with Charles. He had surprised her with a giant bouquet of flowers and a cake to celebrate the end of tour. Charles sat on the sofa in her dressing room as Y/n was taking off her makeup in front of the vanity.

“When do you think you’ll be back on tour? I know you just finished.” Charles asked.

“I’m not sure. I don’t want to retire from the music industry. I want to be home with the kids, be able to help them with homework, make cakes for their birthdays, I would give anything just to be able to walk them to school.” Y/n explained. She began to feel emotional so she stood up and paced around the room in her white robe.

“I know, and you’re finally going to be able to do that, Mon amour. The kids are going to have their maman home.”

“I love you, I love you so so much.” Y/n said.

“I love you more.”

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y/nleclerc i will miss all these special moments we made during tour. thank you to everyone who came, everyone who helped. THANK YOU! thank you for singing, dancing, trading friendship bracelets and most of all, thank you for making me feel loved! I’m going to go away for some time so in the mean time, take care of each other and I will see you soon ❤️

love, y/n.

carmenmmundt you are incredible ✨

francisca.cgomes I CRIED DURING CORNELIA STREET

pierregasly can confirm

kellypiquet P and I had the best time! Thank you for inviting us!

susie_wolff amazing as always!

carla.brocker THE music industry 🫶🏼

charles_leclerc i love you forever and always

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charles_leclerc congratulations on everything, mon amour. the kids and i are always proud of you. y/nleclerc

ferraridepressionclub i wish i didn’t know how to read 😭

wolff_toto_ sleeping on the highway tonight

roscoesacutalmom i was there and the way y/n’s eye lit up everytime she saw Charles or their kids 😭

y/nscardigan the speech she gave after the concert 🥲

leclercstype what did she say? the livestream i was watching was lagging 😭

y/nscardigan basically she thanked the fans and she also thanked her family for being so supportive and then she apologized to her kids for being away for so long but she said ‘now maman is coming home’ 😭 which made me cry even more

y/nleclerc I’m not even mad you picked these. Come back to bed, the kids and I miss you.

charles_leclerc on my way 😘

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queenshelby · 5 months

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An Illicit Affair

Part Two: Jazz Bar

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

The jazz concert took place in a small bar, downtown Soho. It was a Thursday evening, at around 9 o'clock, when you arrived at the establishment with the view to meet your best friend and fellow student Lucy there. Lucy was two years older than you and you shared a dorm room with her on campus.

Just like you, Lucy was nerdy and focused on her studies, telling you years ago that you should not have gotten involved with Max but, of course, you did not listen to her at the time.

That evening, Lucy stood you down, not intentionally but out of necessity. She had an assignment due the following day and recognized that she had not spent enough time on its content.

So, at around nine that evening, you received a message from her saying that she had to bail on you, leaving you alone in the quirky bar which, by now, was filled with art students, middle aged men and women and a few musicians.

Still, you were determined to make the most of the night. After all, your favorite band was playing, and this alone encouraged you to order yourself a drink and take a seat close to the stage.

A few minutes later, the band started a lively tune, and soon everyone began dancing.

You found yourself swaying to the rhythm, feeling the energy of the crowd enveloping you and, just as you were starting to get lost in the music, you spotted a familiar face.

It was Cillian, Max's father, who was standing near the bar, nursing a glass of red wine.

The sight of him jolted you, sending a wave of mixed emotions coursing through your veins. You hadn't seen him since that fateful weekend in Dublin over fifteen months ago, and the memory of his captivating blue eyes and mesmerizing voice lingered within you. You watched him from afar, unable to tear your gaze away.

Cillian appeared to be engrossed in a conversation with a group of people, but every once in a while, he would glance around the room, scanning the faces of the attendees.

That's when his gaze landed on you and he excused himself from the group of people he was with.

Approaching you with purpose, he smiled warmly. "Y/N, hey...it's nice to see you again," he greeted you. "How have you been?" he wanted to know and, immediately, his deep voice resonated through your body, stirring a familiar spark within you.

"I'm doing well, thank you," you responded, trying to remain composed. "How about you?" you asked before asking "what brings you here tonight?" with some surprise.

"Oh, I saw that this band was performing and thought I'd check them out," Cillian explained casually with his thick Irish accent.

"Are you in London for work or to see Max?" you asked Cillian, trying to keep your voice steady.

"I am here for work, shooting a commercial, but I did catch up with Max yesterday for dinner," Cillian answered. "He seems to be doing well, even though he dropped out of medical school," he explained, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness knowing that you may have been the reason he quit his studies.

"I am sorry Cillian, I feel like I caused this," you admitted hesitantly, remembering the countless arguments you had with him about his lackadaisical attitude towards academics right before the break-up.

"No, you didn't. If anything, he hung in there as long as he did because of you," Cillian reassured you. "He is a good kid, but he lacks the discipline and commitment for such a difficult field of studies, and I must admit that, so did I, when I was his age," he chuckled before telling you that, at the age of twenty, he dropped out of law school.

"Well, fortunately for you, you discovered acting and that clearly turned out to be your calling," you said with a wink and Cillian laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

"That's right, I guess," he agreed, sipping on his wine. "So, no doubt Max will find his way too, at least once he gets over you," he then added calmly before gesturing towards the chair next to yours, wanting to take a seat.

"I am sure he is over me. It's been a year already and I see him quite often on campus these days. He may have transferred to the Arts Faculty, but he is still chatting up and flirting with the medical students," you joked before indicating to Cillian to take the seat.

"He's a charmer, that's for sure," Cillian said with a hint of pride in his voice. "So, tell me," he leaned in closer, his scent intoxicating, "have you narrowed down your field of practice yet? Are you still interested in pediatrics?" Cillian asked you, his eyes sparkling with interest. "I mean, you mentioned it the last time we saw each other, but have you decided on anything yet?" Cillian pressed further, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I suppose that's accurate," you replied, feeling a surge of nervousness wash over you. "Pediatrics is definitely the direction I'm leaning towards, particularly oncology research."

"Oncology? That's fascinating," Cillian remarked, his eyes widening.

"Why oncology specifically?" he pressed, genuinely curious. "Is it because of your friend who battled leukemia? I remember you talking that," he went on to say and you were impressed by the fact that he remembered. Unlike Max, Cillian appeared to be a good listener and you appreciated that.

"Yes, that's right. Ever since visiting my friend in the hospital, I've been fascinated by the idea of using science to combat diseases. Research gives me the opportunity to contribute to the advancement of healthcare," you explained earnestly.

Cillian tilted his head, studying you closely. "Your dedication is admirable," he complimented, admiration glimmering in his eyes, and you blushed faintly, feeling flattered by his praise.

"Thank you, Cillian," you mumbled shyly before downing the rest of your drink.

"Would you like another drink?" Cillian thus asked, being observant, as he settled into the chair, his scent wafted over you, a mix of expensive cologne and freshly laundered linen. "My shout," he then went on to say as he noticed you hesitating and, immediately, you suppressed a shiver, suddenly aware of the intimate setting you'd created.

"Okay," you muttered nervously, gazing down at your empty glass. "Thank you," went on to say and, not long after that, Cillian walked off and instructed the bartender, handing over his credit card.

When he returned to the table, you both fell quiet again, awkwardly staring at the dance floor. The band played a slow, bluesy number, and couples danced intimately beneath the dim glow of the stage lights.

Feeling increasingly uneasy, you attempted to change the subject. "How is Danielle?" you asked, swirling the wine in your glass.

Cillian hesitated, his expression clouding over. "Alright, I suppose," he muttered, a hint of melancholy creeping into his voice.

"Alright, you suppose?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. The way he answered your question seemed absurd.

"Yeah, well, things aren't exactly smooth sailing with us," he admitted reluctantly. "We have been having problems for years," he confided in you, causing your heart to skip a beat.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," you sympathized, genuine concern etching your features. "Max did mentioned about you fighting a lot," you commented cautiously, careful not to cross any boundaries.

Cillian exhaled deeply, his shoulders drooping slightly. "We've been trying to work things out but it hasn't been easy," he confessed, his voice laced with sorrow. "Sometimes it feels like we're stuck in a cycle of misunderstandings, accusations and resentment," he admitted.

"I may have heard about certain rumors, in the tabloids, concerning you and other actresses," you ventured delicately, "but I know that these gossip magazines tend to blow things out of proportion," you quickly added just as Cillian chuckled and interrupted you.

"I didn't take you to be the kind of person who reads these kinds of magazines Y/N. I am really disappointed in you," he mocked, giving you a sideways glance, which made you blush.

"I don't, unless I am at the hairdressers and my phone is running low on battery," you admitted, meeting his gaze. "And I know the press loves to feed on drama," you added defensively, trying to cover up the embarrassment.

"Well then, for what it's worth, I can assure you that I have never cheated on my wife," Cillian stated plainly, his eyes locked on yours. "Not that I haven't had the opportunity though," he admitted without hesitation, his honesty striking you speechless.

"I am sure you have had many opportunities," you commented lightly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

"Maybe not many, but I had some," Cillian laughed before changing the topic to something lighter.

"What about you?" he asked. "Have you met anyone new since you broke up with Max?" he wanted to know before apologizing for his question, telling you that you did not have to answer it if it made you uncomfortable.

You swallowed nervously, your pulse quickening at the mention of your former lover. "No, it's okay," you told him. "I haven't had much time for dating," you lied, fiddling with your napkin. "Med school takes up most of my time," you added, not wanting to reveal the truth that no one had caught your attention since Max, at least not yet.

Cillian nodded sympathetically. "I can imagine," he said, before pausing briefly, watching you sip your drink before continuing with caution. "So, besides med school, what keeps you busy?" he questioned, curiosity burning in his eyes.

You sighed softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Not much, honestly," you confessed, shrugging nonchalantly. "I mean, there's the occasional date with friends, dinners with family, and that's pretty much it," you admitted. "I can't lie though, it does get lonely sometimes," you revealed, peering down at your lap.

"I get like this when I am away filming for weeks," Cillian shared, nodding sympathetically. "When the loneliness creeps in, it makes you feel so isolated, doesn't it?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

"Yeah, absolutely," you agreed, your voice barely audible. "I've learned to appreciate moments like these, though, because they remind me how precious human connection truly is," you confided in him, reaching to clasp your hands together.

Cillian gazed at you, his gaze softening. "It must be tough, being so dedicated to your studies. How do you manage to balance everything?" he pondered aloud.

"I've developed strategies to cope. For instance, I set aside time for myself each day, whether it's going for a run or reading a book," you admitted, your voice trailing off and it was at this point that you learned that you shared even more common interests with Cillian.

He, too, liked to go for runs and read, and not just scripts for upcoming projects. He enjoyed historical fiction as well as thrillers, and his literary horizons were broad. You found this refreshing, considering how insular and self-involved actors could be.

After ordering more drinks, you and Cillian talked some more and shared some laughs. Your conversations flowed effortlessly, covering various subjects ranging from books you both loved to visit places you hoped to travel to someday. Cillian spoke passionately about the beauty of Ireland and its rich history, while you eagerly described your fascination with Italy, having taken a trip there during your gap year.

You exchanged stories, sharing experiences both past and present, discovering more similarities between the two of you. Cillian was intrigued by your intelligence and wit, while you admired his charm and charisma. The chemistry between you intensified, growing stronger with each passing moment.

By the time it was midnight, the group of people he had talked to earlier left and the music had stopped, which is when Cillian reached across the table to refill your glass from the bottle of wine he had ordered thirty minutes ago and, just as he did, his fingers brushed against yours, igniting a spark that neither of you could ignore.

An awkward silence ensued, but instead of dissipating quickly, it grew thicker with tension.

Cillian's intense gaze bore into you, leaving a trail of goosebumps along your arms. You glanced at the stage, searching for a distraction, but the band had packed up their instruments and left.

Cillian cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Well, time flies when you' are having fun," he murmured, his voice husky and seductive. "It is nice talking to you, but it is getting late," he added, checking his watch conspicuously. "And I should probably head back to the hotel," he concluded and you blinked twice.

"Where are you staying?" you blurted out impulsively, catching yourself off guard by your sudden curiosity.

"At the Hilton," Cillian replied simply, adjusting his posture in his seat. "It's not far from here, actually," he added, his voice drifting into a contemplative tone.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, contemplating your next move. "That's convenient," you murmured, attempting to sound casual. "I have heard that they have a decent bar downstairs," you stammered, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

Cillian chuckled softly, his eyes glinting mischievously. "They do. So, perhaps we should grab a nightcap before you are heading home," he offered you almost nervously, causing your heart to race.

"I would like that," you said softly, offering him a gentle smile, hoping that he would interpret it correctly.

With a nod, Cillian rose from his seat, his frame casting a shadow over you. He extended his hand, helping you to your feet. You felt the warmth of his touch and the strength of his grip, and your knees weakened slightly.

As you followed him towards the exit, the crowd parted, making way for you two as if silently acknowledging the magnetic pull between you two.

Once outside, the cool air hit you, a stark contrast to the heat inside the bar.

The neon signs cast a hazy glow on the cobblestone streets, and the distant hum of traffic blended seamlessly with the whispers of passersby. A sense of excitement pulsed through you as you allowed your senses to heighten, embracing the intoxicating atmosphere.

You and Cillian headed for the Hilton, which was a five-minute walk from the jazz club.

As you approached the hotel lobby, the ambient lighting and plush furnishings provided a cozy refuge from the chilly night air but, much to your disappointment, you noticed that their bar was already closed.

"I suppose we won't be having that nightcap after all," you lamented, pouting your lips while Cillian contemplated whether or not to ask you to join him in his room.

He bit his lip, looking up at the ceiling before making a decision.

"We could always go to my room and order a bottle of wine," he then suggested, his voice trembling slightly. "If you want to, that is," he added hastily, turning his gaze onto you and, immediately, your heart skipped a beat, your breath hitching as you stared into his deep blue eyes.

"Okay, yeah, why not," you managed to utter, feeling a rush of nerves wash over you. "Just for one drink though," you insisted, hoping to ease your mounting anxiety while Cillian's piercing blue eyes lighted up.

"Sounds perfect," he agreed, leading you towards the elevator bank with a pang of guilt flooding his mind as he thought about the possibility of taking this further than his vows would permit. "Just one drink then," he thus reminded himself as he pushed the button for the top floor, hoping that his loyalty to Max and Danielle would prevail over the desire for you.

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xuchiya · 3 months

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ice skate moments

₊˚.༄ || soft valentines m.list || hongjoong || seonghwa || yunho || yeosang || san || mingi || wooyoung || jongho || ₊˚.༄

just had a moment of realization that seonghwa would take you ice skating. like he had this sudden thought of it after watching penguins glide on their stomach on one of those random documentaries in youtube.

"hwa darling?" you called, standing on your already tied skating shoes as you watch seonghwa waddled his way towards the rink wit h excitement in his eyes but soon it faded when his skates met the ice. a laugh erupted on your chest as your eyes monitor his flailing arms as he tried to balance himself but failed as he fell on his butt rather too harshly.

you felt a little bad for laughing so you waddled yourself towards your boyfriend who was poutingand rubbing his butt. seonghwa saw you stepping inside the ice rink which sent him panicking as he doesn't want to have you falling painfully like him.

"wait wait babe you might--" but he was cut off when you easily glide on the ice with your hands behind your back. seonghwa's jaw slacked on the floor as he watch you enjoy yourself on the middle of the ice rink even surprising him as you pulled an axel stunt.

you completely forgot your boyfriend, the moment when you set foot on the rink. it had been years since you had skate after a tragedy of one of the biggest competitions. this was your home, and it still is but with fear, you never visit again.

you shake your head, bringing yourself back to reality as you turn around to approach your struggling boyfriend. you smile as you halt and hoist him up, "hey there sore butt ..." you tease.

seonghwa rolled his eyes, "yeah yeah ice princess, you're good ... why didn't you tell me?" you let him put his weight on to you for a while as you take the both you on the center. you shrug, letting him stand in front of you, "you never ask ... "

his hand ruffles your hair which he retreated as he felt himself slipping but you were there to steady him. "okay, here's a small tip from your ice princess .." he pout while you giggle, demonstrating your feet to look like a 'V' shape, "so you won't fall ... here i'll let go." with a few cries of 'don't let go' or 'no no i'll have my butt sore again.'

you clap in adoration as seonghwa succeed to steady himself which he made him clap too in achieving his task. for a while, you thought him how to skate; asking you to do the halt you did when you arrive to save him.

you scoff, "i'm not bragging but hwa that's on the professional level." he shakes his head, gently smacking his chest, "i'm also a professional .." which you pointed out, "in dancing ..."

seonghwa huff in defeat, pouting at you, "skating is still dancing isn't? i saw a performance once and it was amazing." well he was not wrong but that small stunt can be dangerous for him since one) he has a concert in few days so he needs to be in a good shape two) he might hurt himself.

"well .. here." you show it to him a few times before he finally gets it and decided to do it. you stand watching him prepare himself, arm supporting the other whilst biting your thumb in nervousness, "hwa you sure you want to do this?"

he gave you a thumbs up, "yep! watch me!" you saw him bend his knee slightly, giving himself a boost as he pushes himself; skating. then what you were dreading happened, he did the stunt but with the ice not being completely even, his skate got caught on it.

he stumbles, flailing his arms wildly, bracing for impact. suddenly, a blur of motion, you rocket across the ice, propelled by years of honed skill. you throw yourself under him, cushioning his fall with your own body. Both of you land in a tangle of limbs, you groan playfully as you take the aftermath of the impact.

Seonghwa stared at you; mortification coloring his cheeks, his face etched with concern, " oh my gosh! are you okay?! i'm so sorry i- should have not done that .. you're right i'm not professional on this."

"hwa~ darling ..." before he can finish apologizing or more liker ranting to you about not listening, you burst out laughing; so infectious and carefree, and relief washes over him. seonghwa can't help but join in, the tension dissipating with each chuckle.

your laughts subside, leaving a comfortable silence punctuated by the soft noises of the radio. seonghwa looks down at you, "this should be a good date ... but i ruined it."

you scoff, "ruined? this is the best date. i should be thanking you. for bringin me back here." you watch his eyes sparkle, smile curling back to his lips, "really?" you nodded, "really. if it weren't for you, i don't know when i'll be able to step here again." seonghwa leans down; both faces inches apart, he brushes a stray strand of hair from your face, his thumb lingering on your cheek.

you wanted to initiate the kiss but seonghwa already beat you to it as his lips meet yours. it was tender, filled with gratitude and a touch of unspoken affection. the ice rink melts away, replaced by the warmth of your embrace.

When you both pull apart, your foreheads rest against each other, you smile at seonghwa, "i love you ..."

he hums, taking your chin on his fingers pulling you once again in a quick kiss before pulling away, "i love you too, ice princess."

the one that seonghwa mention about seeing a performance. it was you; he saw how beautiful you were, he saw you pulled those stunts so easily; he aslo saw the tragedy. leaving you with a scar of fear and pain. he promises one day, when things are okay, he'll take you back to your home.

and he did. successfully, even making him look like a fool; just to see you returning to your home.

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scented-morker · 9 months

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Enha when 8th member s/o has a stage accident

8th member au, gn reader (mentions a dress in hee’s part), mentions of electrocution in jw + rk’s, requested!!, 1345 words not proofread

Heeseung

He was internally screaming as soon as he saw you getting ready

You guys always like to give each other fashion shows of your outfits before performing

Like "babe look!" And then strut strut strut pose "slay me!!" 😆😆

But he knew immediately that you did not feel very slayful in your outfit

You were literally yanking it down after every step you took because it was already short and just kept riding up

You give him a "What do you think? 😕"

And he's like "I think you would look really good in a pair of pants 😁"

But the stylists don't have anything else so you have to go out in it

He keeps giving you nervous looks from across the stage

Anytime he crosses in front of you or anything he tries to cover you up or block the camera so you can readjust

Literally texts THE FREAKING CEO like "I'm concerned about the outfits given to yn, she can't perform her best while being so clearly uncomfortable"

"I'm concerned about the entire world realizing you're in love with her, but I guess I can talk to the styling staff 🤷🏻‍♀️"

OKAY BANG PD CALL HIM OUT ON THE SIMPERY LIKE THAT

But you never get an uncomfortably short outfit again... Heelift indeed 😌

Jay

Someone did not think this through 😭

You're doing your killing part in one of the songs on music bank

So obviously the camera guy gets closer to zoom in on you (werk👏👏)

BUT THEN he immediately moves to camera above your head to find Sunghoon and just WALKS INTO YOUR FACE

Ik y'all have seen that wonyo fancam... that's what I'm talking about

You literally make the most horrified face bc THIS MANS CROCH IS IN YOUR FACE

Screw professionalism, you're traumatized 😀

But man jays face is WORSE 😭😭

He's SO MAD like angry eyebrows and everything bc YOU JUST GOT VIOLATED ON LIVE TELEVISION

Walks up to you in the middle of the performance and checks on you

"Are you okay? 🥺"

You're like "yeah, talk after" and go back to performing

At the end when you drop down to a similar pose he goes in front of you 😭😭

It's fine because it wasn't your ending fairy but everyone is on Twitter like "he protects them so well 😭"

He rly does 🫶🫶 and starts a petition to at least get female camera operators next time

Jake

You guys were performing at a festival in the rain (wow so safe)

And everyone has talked before hand about being extra careful so you didn't slip

But it was such a big crowd!!! And it was your favorite song!!!

So you maybe went a little bit harder than you should have 🫣

... and fell on your face mid performance

I'm sorry but he laughs 😭😭

Like he sees you down out of the corner of his eye

Just 💃🕳 and then nothing

You give him such a dirty look when he laughs bc "YOURE SUPPOSED TO LOVE ME STOP LAUGHING!!"

So ofc he runs over after and helps you up + gives you a big hug ❤️❤️

"I'm sorry, you just looked so funny!!"

So you smack him again of course because "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I LOOK FUNNY" 😠

But he kisses your boo boo scraped knees (which of course everyone LOSES IT watching) and looks up at you with a smirk 😫😫

I CANT 😵‍💫

Sunghoon

You pretty much always had to wear heels to perform because you were so much shorter than the boys

But today man you had some BIG STOMPERS ON

Like platforms and big heels, the whole thing

And at first Hoon just laughs at you 😭😭

"You really need all that extra height?" Then he stands next to you and realizes you're still not as tall as him "and it doesn't even work!!" 😆😆

He's having the time of his life until you smack him (except he makes you kiss him after so still a win for him honestly)

But then once you guys are performing he notices that you're not moving your legs as freely as usual 🤔 (we love an observant partner <33)

He gives you a 🤷🏻‍♀️ from across the stage and you mouth back "heavy... and too big"

It's a concert and not a like show performance so he just walks over and TAKES YOUR SHOES OFF 😭😭

Like, bends down, unlaces them, takes them off and sets them by the side of the stage

You're like wow he's so sweet omg 😆 but then he goes "now you're short again" with the biggest smile and then runs away

So much for that... enjoy your sock performance 😻

Sunoo

Honestly it was really bad for you but kinda good for him 😭

You guys were performing at a fan meeting and they were gonna shoot like fireworks out at the end !!

And everyone knew it, but you were in the bathroom when they told everyone the specifics 🫣

So you were out just like casually performing, not really doing all of the choreo

More so just singing and running back and forth on the stage to say hi to everyone 🫶

But then the fireworks shootout 😭 and you were literally RIGHT NEXT TO THEM

And you’re so freaked out and they were so close and loud and you fall on your butt 😁

And the boys don’t realize it at first because they’re interacting with fans

But when you fall the whole crowd gasps 😭😭 and they’re like ????

And then Sunoo sees you on the floor half crawling away from the fireworks THAT ARE STILL SHOOTING OUT

He feels bad but he also thinks it’s really cute (😒)

But of course he helps you up 😁

And then he drags you around with him for the rest of the time

Like no you aren’t allowed to go anywhere by yourself anymore, he is holding your hand and you are going TOGETHER

Jungwon

Listen he is MAD

Like Leader Won was on high alert all day because it's been storming on and off

He was worried someone was gonna slip

But it was 10x worse 😭

You had turned your head to do a part of the choreo and some of the rain water got into your in ear

LITERALLY ELECTROCUTED YOU

It's giving Benjamin Franklin sunbaenim 😻😻

You were center for that part so all of the boys just saw you jump from the shock and then fall into a crouch covering your ears

He is IMMEDIATELY on it, running up to you and taking them out of your ears and escorting you off stage

He lowkey yells at the staff (🫣) bc "the performance should have been cancelled and now Yn's hurt!"

He doesn't want to leave you, but he has to go finish the rest of the performance

But once you're back home, he's not leaving your side

Chilling in a dark room with soft music playing so your ears don't hurt 🫶🫶

He's trending for like a week because of how scary he was 😭

Riki

Riki is the opposite of Jungwon 😭

Like he was having the time of his life performing and then he sees you drop and goes through all five stages of grief at the same time

Runs over "are you okay?!"

Except he yelled and you just got YOUR EARS ELECTROCUTED so you clutch your ears tighter bc it hurt

Once he sees you crying ITS OVER

Literally picks you up and takes you backstage, yelling to any staff in a thirty foot radius that he needs help ☹️

They lay you down in a stretcher and take you out to make sure you don't have like permanent ear drum damage or anything and he's just standing there like 😨

He has no idea what to do with himself

"Can I go with them? Please please please?"

So they let him of course bc he's cute and he WILL NOT let go of your hand for the entire time you're being treated until you're back in the dorms laid on his bed 🥹

He’s so clingy for like a week after because he was just so scared and he never wants to be away from you ☹️

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irkimatsu · 1 month

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Husk needs all the love. So maybe fem!reader and Husk have been dating for awhile and even though he loves the affection and attention she gives him, he's still a little hesitant because of past experiences with relationships. But then she tells him "I love you" for the first time ❤️

Good/bad news, depending on your perspective - I went for an angsty hurt/comfort route on this one. I love Husk so much, I just want to take care of him...

Reader is questioning their relationship with Husk, Husk comes home injured one night, care is given and feelings are exchanged. Husk is a mess but he wants to be better, even if he thinks it's hopeless. Sex is mentioned, but over all SFW. About 2k words.

You and Husk have been together for about six months… you think. It depends on how you define “together”.

In some ways, he dotes on you. He loves giving you gifts, whether those gifts are physical items that immediately made him think of you, or songs he writes and performs just for you. He often takes you out for dinner, shows, and dancing, and has a great memory for the types of meals and shows you enjoy. Even the physical intimacy is incredible. He may not be one for public displays of physical affection, but behind closed doors he’s such an adoring partner. He told you from the start that for him, sex should be an experience shared by all parties involved, not just something that one side gives while the other takes, and oh, the way he shows it! Whether cuddling, making out, or having sex, Husk never leaves you wanting, and always makes sure you’re comfortable before it’s time for you to go to sleep or part ways. When you think about how attentive he is, you feel like you couldn’t ask for a more perfect partner.

But when it comes to emotional matters, it’s like dating a brick wall.

You spend so much time with him, and yet you barely know a damn thing about him. Sure, he’s shared some pieces of his past, like his dreams of being an internationally renowned performer that he crushed beneath the weight of his own vices and weaknesses. But in the present day, if he has any emotions besides “drunk”, you’re not aware of them. Sure, he seems happy when he gets to spend time with you, but he actively refuses to say so out loud.

“I like spending time with ya, but that’s all this is. We both know I’m gonna fuck this up eventually. Let’s just enjoy this while it lasts.”

He didn’t even seem upset when he told you that he knew his time with you would be limited before he hurt you. To him, it was simply an inevitable fact of nature.

You’ve tried so hard to break down his walls and offer him some much needed affection. He does genuinely seem to love it when you cuddle him and compliment him. He brightens at how well you remember what little he’s told you about himself, from his favorite songs and movies to the exact way he loves having his back massaged. And even though he refuses to admit to any of it, you can tell when he ends a night even more agitated than usual. He may tell you not to bother when you offer to keep him company after he closes the bar down, but he’ll accept it after some pressing, and you know he appreciates the attention from the way he starts clinging to you and purring.

But if you actually try to ask him exactly what has him agitated, he’ll refuse to answer. Maybe he’ll bitch about Alastor, but he’s never been clear about what his relationship with the Radio Demon is, and he won’t offer any other clues about anything that bothers him.

You once tried to tell him you loved him. He snapped at you not to say that shit before the phrase had fully left your mouth.

“What did I tell you about not getting too close to me?!”

It’s not like you don’t see where he’s coming from when he calls himself a fuckup. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him sober, and you’ve tucked his barely-coherent self into bed on numerous occasions. He’s had to cancel dates last-minute because he gambled away your concert tickets, and he often disappears in the middle of the night and refuses to say where he’s been. Sometimes you have a guess when the next morning involves a date cancellation, but other times all you can tell is that his nightly adventure has set him so on edge that he won’t leave his room or accept your company.

Why won’t he tell you anything? Why won’t he let you care about him? For all his talk about how people need to be honest and open about their feelings, he sure as hell isn’t saying shit about his own.

It’s the middle of the night, and you can’t sleep. You’d initially hoped for Husk to ease you to sleep with a hug and a lullaby, but he’s not answering his bedroom door. You didn’t find him in the lobby, either, so at this point you figure he’s either passed out drunk or out gambling again. It’s not the answer you want when you’re looking for your partner, but you’re still trying to be patient and accept that he has inner demons you’re nowhere near equipped to fight for him.

Patience. A man like Husk needs patience. But how much more patience can you have when he won’t even let you try?

You’ve given up on trying to sleep for now, and are instead lounging on the lobby couch and reading a book, not truly absorbing the words on the page as your mind wanders to thoughts about the relationship you’ve found yourself in.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts and your book as the front door to the hotel creaks open, followed by a familiar voice quietly cursing. Husk limps through the door, which is your first of many clues that something is terribly wrong.

He’s hunched over even more than usual, and he swears or hisses through his teeth every time he puts pressure on his right leg. It takes him a second to get moving again after every step. He’s clutching his left arm, and both of his wings are drooping and slightly crumpled.

“Husk?!” you shout as you spring up from the couch and run to him, all doubts about your relationship flung completely from your mind. “What happened?!”

He seems surprised to see you at first, but he swallows down any visible emotions as quickly as he can. “I’m fine,” he grumbles as he limps past you. “Just tired. Long night.”

“Of course you’re not fine! Come on, lean on me.” You grab his good arm and pull it away, and are horrified to see the bloodstained fur surrounding a nasty gash in his arm. “Husk!”

“I’m fine…” he repeats, even while breathing heavily through the pain.

“I’ll get you cleaned up. You’re not going upstairs alone.” You sling his good arm around your shoulder, and you slowly walk him up to his hotel room.

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He keeps insisting he’s fine, but he’s not physically fighting your attempts at taking care of him. You’re not sure if it’s because he really does want your affection or because he’s too tired and in too much pain to protest, but either way, you’re glad he hasn’t chased you out of the room yet. You’re not a medical expert by any means, but he does seem soothed by the warm, wet rags you’ve wrapped around the wounds on his arm and his leg. For now, he’s laying on his back with his head in your lap and letting you gently stroke his head.

“What happened?” you ask.

He responds with a hollow laugh. “Told you I’m a fuckup,” is all he has to offer.

“Who did this to you?” you continue. “Why?”

“Does it matter?” he asks. “You don’t need to get involved in this shit.”

“I just want to help…”

“Yeah? How are you gonna help? You know a secret to getting me out of a million different debts with the fucking mob?”

Well, that’s more information than he’s offered before. “You’re in debt?”

“Ugh… didn’t mean to say that…”

“Husk… please talk to me. You’re always letting me talk to you when something’s bothering me…”

“This is way bigger than you can handle, doll. It’s been going on for years before this hotel even existed.”

“I still want to know… I want to know what’s going on with the person I lo- the person I care about.”

Husk groans, either in exasperation or pain. “You better not do anything stupid with what I’m about to tell you. I haven’t been able to save myself for years. Like hell you’ll be able to do anything about it.”

“At least let me hear you out,” you insist.

“All right… I’m in debt, like I said. It’s hard not to be when you’re a fucking gambling addict. There’s debts I’ve owed since back when I was an Overlord.”

“You were an Overlord?” This part is news to you.

“...I’ll tell you about that later,” is how he closes that subject. “I’ve been going out trying to win my way out of those debts, but more often than not, gambling just puts you further in the hole. The group I played with last night are an especially ruthless bunch. I got desperate enough to try to cheat my way into a win… and I got caught.”

“And then they…”

Husk scoffs. “Yeah. They weren’t happy. Probably would have killed me if they had any angelic weapons on ‘em. They still fucked me up pretty badly. I’m not as strong as I used to be, and even if I was, ten-on-one ain’t great odds. Would have been worse if I didn’t somehow manage to crawl out of there.” He sighs. “I’ll be fine. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten roughed up over a bad hand of poker. I was just able to hide it from you until now.”

“I wish you would have told me,” you say. “I could have taken care of you…”

“Why are you so desperate to take care of a fuckup like me?” he asks. “It’s not the first time I’ve gotten myself into some deep shit, and it’s not going to be the last. This is what you’re signing up for by insisting on hanging around me. What are you getting out of this?”

“You’re not a fuckup, Husk. You’re a performer, a dreamer, an artist… you’re attentive, patient, caring… you’re my best friend. You have issues, but who doesn’t, especially down here? But I know who you are underneath it all, and it’s more than worth it.”

He doesn’t seem to believe you, but he doesn’t say anything about it either way. He simply falls silent and closes his eyes as you stroke his hair.

“Husk?” you say after about a minute.

“Mm?”

“...I love you, Husk.” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop yourself. You don’t care how he reacts to it; it needs to be said.

“Even when I’m like this?” he asks.

“Especially when you’re like this,” you assure him. “Especially when you need it most.”

“I’m not gonna get better. Is this really what you want to be stuck with?”

“Who says you won’t?” you ask. “There’s nothing stopping you from trying, right? And you know I’m here to help you, if there’s anything I can do…” You gently stroke at the tuft of fur on his chest, lightly pulling out the tangles.

“...I don’t want to hurt you,” he finally says. “I never wanted to hurt anyone who loved me. But I couldn’t fix myself for them… what if I can’t fix myself for you?”

“It’s enough for me if you try. You have me, you have Angel, you have Charlie… you’ll get through this. It’s not too late.”

“You really believe in Charlie’s mission, huh…”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think it was possible.”

He relaxes in silence for a few minutes as you continue to stroke his chest.

“...I wanna go to sleep,” he finally says.

“Of course.” You help move him up to his pillows, going slowly and carefully to not aggravate his wounds any more than you have to. Once you have him in position, you go into the bathroom to get some clean rags, then return to change the makeshift bandages you’ve made for him.

“Do you want me to leave you alone tonight?” you ask as you tuck the rag around his leg.

He doesn’t even need a second to think about it. “No. I want you to stay.”

“Then I’ll stay.” Once you’re sure he’s comfortable, you join him on the other side of the bed. He groans in pain, but still moves to wrap an arm around you and pull you close. His wings don’t blanket you like they sometimes do, but you know it’s for the best if he doesn’t move them right now. You pull him in against your chest, finally feeling ready to fall asleep.

“Hey…” he says quietly just before you drift off.

“...I love you, too.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk got asked a thing #irk talks to strangers #irk huskposts

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ddejavvu · 2 years

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Hey I have this Eddie idea! Maybe lame but yknow how guitar players tend to have calloused fingers/hands? Let's say his gf went to watch corroded coffin perfom & it was his best yet; Eds just totally shredding on that guitar causing the calluses to bust open & bleed :( do ya think u could write something abt the reader patching his hands/fingers up after his show?? I imagine him bein totally hyped up on adrenaline like "whoa babe did you SEE THAT?!" while also bein a very needy & lovesick boy 🥺

cont: Continuing off that last part, Eddie just becomes so enthralled at the idea of someone nurturing and loving him so much while his gf patches him up. Sorry i couldn't fit the entire idea on one post but yeah. I've often thought about Eddie's possible musical injuries haha 😄

i'd literally give up my sense of taste to be able to patch him up after a concert.

Nothing pumps eddie with adrenaline more than performing. Something about the dingy bar lighting, the sticky floor beneath his boots, and the amalgamation of drunk middle aged men and his closest friends cheering him on has energy racing through him.

That's why it's so difficult to corral him so that you can fix the busted callouses on his fingers. He obviously isn't able to play with bandages on his fingers, he tells you very emphatically that they wouldn't be good for shredding, so they have to be administered after the show, when the damage has already been done.

"-you see that?! Like, that had to be the best show we've ever done. I was- man I was killing it! The guy in front of me was filming." He reminds you proudly, as if the camcorder hadn't been in your line of sight the entire time he'd been using it to record the performance, "I think he's a scout or something. He's gonna send it to a producer, 'make us big."

"I'll have to tour with you," You hum, fingers wrapping one of Eddie's own with a plain brown bandage, "You'll need a medic for after your solos."

Eddie's brows furrow, and he glances down at your hands, suddenly aware of your touch. He realizes with a start that he's bleeding, too busy rambling before to feel the sting of his cuts.

"Oh shit," He mumbles, staring at the bandage on his pointer finger. You reach for his middle, crouched by his feet to have a better view of his injuries.

"'Must've busted when I was playing," He hums, brain still whirring with excitement.

You nod, humming in agreement, "Probably. Unless you were playing with a cactus I didn't see?"

"Yeah, it's back there," He gestures to a corner of the room that you know full well does not have a cactus in it, giggling softly as you squint at his blister. You're making sure that no residual blood is left on the skin, the cotton ball in your hand stained a murky crimson, when you feel Eddie's lips against your temple, his neck craned down to reach you.

"Thanks for patching me up," He murmurs, his voice soft against your skin.

You preen under his affection, eyes scrunching in a smile as you nod, "Mhm. Can't let you drive with bloody hands."

"'Sounds kinda metal," He muses, and you know he's joking, that he won't actually smear blood over his steering wheel. Still, you jerk your head towards his guitar, the thin strings tinged red.

"I think that's just about the most metal thing you could have." You finish dabbing away at his blood, wrapping one last bandage around his cut, "You'll have to leave it all bloody and sell it when you get big."

"No way." He shakes his head, curls flying, "I'd never sell it."

"Why not?"

You're expecting a rant about his sweetheart, how he could never bear to part with the guitar that had carried him through so many shows. But he surges his head forwards, eyes narrowed in an incredulous stare, "Uh, 'cause then someone could clone me?"

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mrkerina · 8 months

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Photobooth ; mark lee

— (idol au) in which you are his source of comfort.

Pairing — Mark lee (nct) x fem!reader

Word count — 2095

Content — You comforting him after an incident during a concert and it became a date.

Author’s note — This is my first post, i’m just testing tumblr out to see if i want to use it or not. Hope you enjoy!

The music blasted through the speakers, resonating throughout the whole stadium. Mark felt the music in his veins, his heart thumping to the beat of the song. He danced tirelessly although it may seem effortless from the fan’s perspective.

It was in his blood, dancing to one song after another. It was his job description after all. Just that he did not realize how much he had to sacrifice before it was too late to back out.

The NCT 2023 concert in which millions of fans had anticipated, the crowd a sea of green like a huge patch of grass. The lights shone glaringly at his eyes, he had to squint to look around. Out of all the members he had the most to do, being the ace and everything. He probably had to come out to perform for the most number of songs.

It was overwhelming, really.

The stress was all piling up onto him, a migraine catching up to make his head feel fuzzy. And yet, he continued to go through the motions of the choreography, for whatever song it was.

Even when learning the choreography of their new song, the dance practices were a mess. He was the only one who wasn’t able to catch up, his mind full of other things that he needed to do and learn.

He was afraid to mess up, afraid to disappoint everyone. Not just his fans, but also his members.

Mark’s ears rang piercingly, his eyes blurred. He tried to blink it away and continue to dance but he couldn’t. Before he knew it, everything went black and he fell to the ground with the music still blasting through the speakers of the stadium.

Breaking news: Mark Lee from NCT faints in the middle of their concert. The concert had to continue without him.

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To say that you were worried was an understatement when you saw the news. Panicking, you immediately left your workplace hurriedly while calling Mark’s manager.

You wasted no time when he picked up. “Where is Mark?” The words came out all at once, barely enunciated but it was clear what you were calling for. So he told you the address to the hospital and you immediately grabbed a cab and headed there.

The moment the car stopped, you ran out. Paparazzi were already standing outside the hospital, which made you pause. Security guards were pushing them out of the way, refusing to let them enter the hospital to reach the boy.

Your relationship with Mark wasn’t known to the public, you could not risk getting caught with him. That was why you turned the corner, going near the back where you saw an opened window at the ground floor which you used to enter.

It was slightly more difficult with the skirt you were wearing but you made it in. You immediately opened the door to exit into the hallways of the hospital.

You pressed for the eighth floor where his manager said his room was at. Inwardly urging for the elevator to move quicker as you paced around.

You quickened your pace when you saw his manager standing by the hallways, fingers gripping his hair as his face contorted into an expression of distress with his phone to his ear. “I don’t know where he went! If I knew I wouldn’t be calling you to check if he was with you right now…nevermind I’ll find him…bye.” His conversation ended.

Your eyes widened. “What? What do you mean? Who were you talking about, it’s not about Mark right?” You questioned as your head spun.

He turned towards you and sighed. “Mark’s gone, I have no idea where he went. Maybe you can reach him, his phone is switched off though.” He explained.

You didn’t have time to think, you turned on your feet and left. Leaving the hospital through the back doors, snatching your phone out of your bag to call the missing idol.

Of course, the call did not get through for you either.

He was making you go crazy. Not knowing whether he was safe or not made you start to overthink everything.

“Come on, think y/n where would he go.” You muttered to yourself as you looked around the area. Your eyes caught sight of the karaoke place opposite the hospital.

You immediately ran for it.

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Mark felt disappointed in himself. Why couldn’t he just handle the pain a little bit more, push through until the end of the show. It wasn’t that hard, he had done it numerous times before after all.

There he sat in the dark karaoke room, the only source of light emitting from the television screen. There was no music playing, it was just him isolating himself in the dark corner of the room with his eyes closed.

For some reason, this place gave him a sense of comfort, not specifically this place itself but any karaoke place in general. It was probably because it was where the two of you had met for the first time. It was when he was in the same state he’s in right now, and somehow you came in like an angel reaching out for him.

That first meeting made him feel like everything was okay, like he could be someone with a normal life without needing to face all the struggles his life as an idol gave him.

Then you were gone but came back again a few months later, enrolled in his school. It was like fate was binding the two of you together. And slowly everything had developed from there.

For now, he was lonely. His eyes watery but yet he refused to let himself cry. He read the articles, he saw the comments saying how the concert wasn’t worth the money if he wasn’t there or how he was too weak and he didn’t deserve to be this successful.

Just when he was falling deeper into the dark abyss of his mind, the door slammed open violently. Making him jump in fright, thinking that it might have been his manager or the paparazzi but who he didn’t think it would be was his girlfriend.

You sighed in relief when you saw the black haired boy sitting at the corner of the room looking at you in shock. You entered before closing the door behind you, the light from the hallways exiting from the room.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have work?” Mark asked, confused but glad at the same time.

You glared at him. “How dare you! You make me worried sick, I saw the article and I immediately left work and went to the hospital only for you to be gone and then your phone is turned off!” You ranted, he opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it. “And don’t you think you can just say sorry and let everything off because no! You tell me what’s wrong here and now because obviously you are in a karaoke place so you are obviously feeling overwhelmed so spill.”

You stood directly in front of him with your arms crossed over your chest, staring down at the boy who could only look up at you like a lost puppy being reprimanded. “I’m sorry it’s just I messed up by letting my body give out. Actually, I've been messing up every dance practice we’ve had for the concert and it's just hard to keep up. I feel like I’m just being a huge disappointment to everyone and I just can’t handle the pressure.” A tear had slipped from his eye by the end of his speech.

You brought a thumb to his cheek and wiped the tear away, heart aching for him. “You’re not a disappointment. You’re doing so well, so incredibly well. I admire you for being so hard working even though your ridiculous ass of a company doesn’t even appreciate it. You’ve always been strong, just because you fainted once doesn’t mean you’re anything less than that.” You said softly. Mark held on to your every word, loving the way your voice flowed so smoothly.

You sat down beside him, spreading your arms widely to urge him to come for a hug, which he did. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his head was buried in your neck. You stroked his hair gently, soothing him.

Your warmth was something he loved, and also your straightforwardness. He felt himself relax and forget about everything else, just him being in your arms was all it took. He basked in your warmth, feeling significantly calmer and better.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while, Mark in your arms with you playing with his hair.

Soon after he got up. “We should probably go out, I think the time for this room is almost up.” He said. You glanced at the time left shown on the screen, showing that there was only 5 minutes left, enough for one song.

“Wait, let me show you this rap I've been practicing.” You grinned cheekily before going to the machine and inputting that one superm song with your boyfriend’s infamous rap. “Oi you better watch out Mark Lee I’m coming for your spot.” You spoke into the microphone, making him laugh.

“Uh, you think ya big boi, throwing three stacks. Uh something yea yea…mismatch.” You tried his part but failing miserably, it was way too fast. Mark could only laugh at you, his hand slapping his knee with his head thrown back at how ridiculous you were being.

You stared at him in disbelief as the song ended and the television went back to the home screen signalling that the time was up. “Hey! Stop laughing, I swear I’m just lacking practice. You better watch your back. Obviously I’m going to be the one to replace you when you’re gone.” You huffed.

“Okay sure. Whatever you say, my princess.”

⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉⑉

Thankfully, this was a very small and secluded mall which had barely anyone around.

The two of you walked out of the karaoke place, and were about to leave when you saw a self service photo booth store.

Your eyes immediately lit up, you quickly grabbed Mark’s arm and dragged him in that direction. “What-?” He let out confused at the sudden change of course but followed you compellingly.

“Let’s take cute pictures! We’ve never done one together before.” You replied looking around at all the accessories that they have in amazement. You ended up settling for a duck head band while Mark settled for a pair of those thug life meme glasses.

You both entered one of the booths, which was surprisingly small. Making you two squeeze in the tiny space with your shoulders touching each other. “Okay you ready?” You pressed start on the screen once Mark nodded in response.

The timer went faster than the two of you anticipated. For the first picture you both weren’t ready at all but the two of you composed yourself enough to smile on the second before taking off the accessories and having a plain photo with just the two of you on the next.

You both laughed at how ridiculous the photos ended up being. The two of you chose four out of the six and printed them. They gave two copies so you kept one while Mark kept the other.

“Wait, let me head to the washroom quickly then I swear we can leave.” You rushed before running off leaving the boy standing there outside the store waiting for you.

He stood there with the photo grasped tightly in his hand as he stared at it. The last picture you both took was one where you were smiling to the camera while Mark had an expression that was between a laugh and a smile with his eyes trained on you rather than the camera.

It was a mystery to him how you were able to just easily make him feel like a normal teenager rather than a well-known idol. The way you make him feel love sick for you was something foreign for him. Honestly, it was everything about you that made him feel different.

When you got out from the washroom, you went back to Mark, noticing that he was staring at the photos the two of you took with a soft smile on his face. It made your heart warm. “What’s up? Are you laughing at me in the picture? You better not be.”

“No, not at all. You look beautiful, as always.”

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hjartasalt · 9 months

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I don't know. I'm tired. Maybe I just want people to care more about artists because I'm an artist myself and know how awful the industry can be. I don't think many people who aren't artists realise just how hard artists work in order to get anywhere in their careers.

When I gave two concerts in the same day I passed out from exhaustion the moment I got into bed with the lights still on and was still wearing my suit. I was 16 or 17 then and practised for a minimum of three hours a day except for once a week when I was at school for 12 hours and simply could not fit it into my schedule. I practised and practised and practised. I spent hours listening to recordings made by others of the pieces I was playing while analysing every small detail. When I was away from my instrument I still practised by mentally mapping out the piece. I slept on my step dad's parents' couch once a week because they lived closer to my school so I could show up earlier in the morning. I got an average of 6 hours of sleep a night. I a had a key to my school when no other student did. I showed up three hours before my lessons started just to practice before my teacher arrived. My neighbours threatened me while I was in the middle of getting ready for a big concert because they were sick of hearing me practise. I did exercises to expand my lung capacity so I could hold notes just a little bit longer. I learned how to play a new instrument in ten days for a concert. I had school on saturdays. I sang scales in the shower. I gave up every ounce I had of free time to work on my career in music. And I was called a natural talent for it.

Yes, people were amazed by my performances, and when I stepped on stage I received more compliments than I honestly knew what to do with, but few people outside of my family had any clue just how hard I'd worked to get to that point. I got told I was born for this and that music was my natural calling. I was labelled a prodigy and when it all eventually became too much to keep up with I was met with disappointment rather than understanding when I burned out. By the time I graduated I had to beg my teacher not to give up on me and he told me that in all honesty if he were the one grading my final concert he would have failed me. I had never felt like a bigger failure in my life than when the time came and I was showered with compliments on my talent that I no longer felt I deserved.

The truth is, even if I hadn't burned out when I did, even if it had never happened (unlikely going by how hard I pushed myself) I still would never have become a well known performer. I would have been lucky to have been hired by an orchestra. While many outsiders assumed otherwise, I still did not have what it took to make it as a soloist.

When artists get big, more often than not there are years upon years of hard work behind it. If you care at all about their art then please, say their names.

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eyeofnewtblog · 6 months

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Things that happen at home:

So, my mom had her first symphony concert this weekend, and I’m happy to report that it was a smashing success.

What I personally thought was really cool is that the whole symphony is mostly older women. Most of the brass section was older men though, and you could tell that the trumpet and trombone players were having a great time with the music (lots of jamming out head and shoulders movement) and WOW that tuba player has A Set Of Lungs.

Honestly kinda makes me miss the days when Middle Sister would stand just outside my bedroom door and just BLAST through her practice session as fast as possible. Yes, she was a tuba player. Yes, she was in marching band and orchestra. Yes, I absolutely ran out screaming “MOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!” Every. Single. Time. No, that did not stop her in anyway whatsoever.

Anyway, there was also a cello soloist that performed with violin and viola accompaniment, and he was legitimately fantastic. I told my mom during intermission that she was better and she did her scrunch up face of You’re Full Of Shit But I Like The Support which was cute.

I was sitting next to my one of my cousins for the concert and we both kept side eyeing each other and giggling about how he was bobbing along and jamming out…for those of you that don’t know, it’s very easy to jam out and look cool when you have either a very small instrument or a very large instrument.

When you have a medium instrument, like a cello or French horn, you just look silly if you’re jamming out (saxophone is the exception) and my mom has this very…contained way of playing that looks intense but graceful and determined. So to see someone looking like they’re jamming out on an electric guitar while playing a cello was just…hilarious to us, because we’ve been watching my mom jam out for decades and never seen anyone look so goofy while sounding so good.

One of my moms work friends showed up, and she was an absolute delight. Complete sweetheart; it’s also really fucking funny to tease government contractors about their top secret clearances and joke about their projects or basically anything that they aren’t allowed to talk about. (I teased her specifically about being in the CIA because she does intelligence analysis; my husband and I have a long standing “argument” about if my mom works on quantum computers or making targeted ai satellite systems talk to each other, because honestly her PhD could easily allow for both) the goal is to make relatively small jokes and then drop it quickly because you don’t actually want them to violate their security protocols…but fucking hell if it isn’t fun to toe the line.

My mechanic husband had the dubious joy of teaching me how to jump start a car in the parking lot without jumper cables. (My car battery is in the fritz and needs replacement but we honestly thought it could wait another month or so…)

But basically you put the car in neutral, push it into a position that it can roll naturally downhill, then put it in either first gear or reverse (which ever way is down hill, basically) and release the clutch. I’m pretty sure this only works on automatic transmission vehicles, but I could be wrong and didn’t ask for clarification.

I’d like to point out that we were in a crowded parking lot with a perfectly functioning set of jumper cables. We could have absolutely asked any of the ten people walking by if we could get a jump. We could have waited for my cousin to come out, because we were parked right next to each other. But no. “What if you’re stuck by yourself? You pride yourself on being able to get out of anything.”

That man knows me too well.

Overall, great night. Fantastic concert, great learning experience, got to be an absolute little shit. 10/10, would do again.

#humans are space orcs #my mom is amazing as always #cello is the best instrument I’ll die on this hill #car trouble #marry a mechanic #trust me it works #but also #marry a plumber #either way you will never be helpless again

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heavyhitterheaux · 11 months

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FL concept: Urban and First Lady trying to stop the triplets from running on stage during Jack’s concert 🤭🤭

You were holding Ivy and watching Jack perform from the side of the stage when she was starting to wriggle herself out of your arms because she turned her head and now all of her attention was on Jack and when that happened, he was the only person she wanted.

“No, Ivy, you can’t go to him right now. We have to wait until he’s finished.”

“But… I want daddy.” All she did was pout and point at him while you simply shook your head knowing that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with that answer.

You then looked over at Urban who was taking pictures and instead of Axel and Autumn being beside him, you only saw Autumn.

And slightly began to panic.

“Uhh Urb? Where’s your mini me because he is definitely not next to you like he was five minutes ago.”

“Wait, what?” Urban looked down to see that in fact only Autumn was next to him watching her dad in awe while there was now a loose baby in the arena somewhere and the mission was now to find him.

“Shit.” You muttered while looking at the scene around you. You simply put Ivy down to look for Axel and she took that as an opportunity to run straight towards Jack.

“IVY!”

But luckily Urban caught her before she did and of course once again she began to pout.

You immediately called over Neelam in a panic.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m missing a child, that’s what’s wrong! Has anyone seen Axel?!”

“No, I thought he was with Urban!”

“I did too until 20 seconds ago!”

Urban was still trying to take pictures of Jack while keeping a close eye on his goddaughters, but all it took was him turning around to face you and Neelam when Ivy grabbed Autumn’s hand and made a run for it while he was in the middle of performing “They Don’t Love It.”

“IVY! AUTUMN!” You yelled, but you knew for a fact they weren’t about to listen to you.

“I literally despised the day they learned to walk. I already lost their brother and I don’t need to lose any more children tonight.” You muttered while attempting to run after them.

“She’s a runner, she’s a trackstar.”

“Urby, shut up.”

Ivy went to Jack and startled him, but he leaned down to pick her up while Autumn kept running to the opposite side and for good reason because she saw her older brother being held by 2fo and you were confused how he even got over there in the first place.

“Didn’t realize the babies wanted to be on stage with me tonight. Well at least one of them does, I don’t know about the other two. Ivy, where’s your mother?” He asked her and she simply pointed at you who was now standing next to them with your arms crossed.

“Mission, keep the babies occupied while you performed clearly failed.”

All you heard was Urban behind you.

“But at least we found Axel!”

“Wait a minute, you two LOST HIM?!”

“Hand me our oldest so you can finish. We’ll talk about that later, and it was all Urban’s fault.”

“WAS NOT!”

#jack harlow #jack harlow fic #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x black reader #first lady of pg concepts

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Man of Many Talents

Pairing: Guitarist!Trey Clover x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, making out, fingering, coming in pants, clothed sex (for Trey) reunion sex

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: Musicians have skilled fingers. From what I hear.

"Thank you and good night loves!" Trey shouted into to the roaring crowd, further cheers sounding through the arena. His mind was racing with adrenaline and energy from the concert but his eyes still found you in the crowd, of course they did, he spotted you the moment you entered.

You honestly felt small, in the crowd of passionate fans, yet it brought you unimaginable joy to know that Trey had eyes only for you, that his spotlight shone on you and you alone.

You watched with awe as he waived the crowd along with his band members, and while they blew kisses to their adoring fans Trey sent a wink your way. Of course no one other than he, his friends and you knew who that wink was meant for so naturally the crowd went wild for the lead guitarist, screaming his name, shouting how their love.

As soon as the stage cleared you made a quick line for the backstage, eager to see him. You knew which room was his, you didn't even need to look at the map, you'd spent a lot of time there already.

"Trey, I'm coming in." You announced to him and opened the door, anticipation blooming in your chest and exploding when you saw him inches away from you, his face sweaty but overjoyed to see you after so long. "Hey you." You whispered in the space between you.

"Hey love note." Trey brushed his lips against your cheek, softly humming the song from before, "Did you like the performance?"

You hummed in affirmation, arms threading under his gray and green jacket, you needed to feel his warmth, breathe in his scent. "I did. You were amazing as always. I watched all your shows, it was a great tour."

"Would've been better if I had you with me. I have a lot to make up for don't I? All those lonely nights we spent without each other. I couldn't stop thinking about you." Trey's hot lips trailed down your neck, his hands inching into your pants, his body trapping you against the door.

"I missed you too." Carefully you reached for his signature hat and placed it on the rack beside the door, allowing you to run your hand through his hair while the other hiked his shirt up, exposing his back. "I missed touching you. Wanna make it up to you."

"And you will. But first I need to take care of you. I noticed you know, how you looked at me up there on stage, for a moment I was worried you might start touching yourself from how horny you looked." He hooked two fingers over your wet underwear, finding your opening even with your panties in the way. "And here's the evidence."

"Trey..." You let out a shaky breath, you legs falling open on instinct, "Don't be a tease."

"Never my love. I'll give you what you need." With skilled, rough fingers he maneuvered your panties to the side and plunged into you with his middle and ring finger. An unashamed cry left your lips while the feeling of being filled by him threatened to overwhelm you already. "Missed you. Missed this feeling. Your pretty pussy taking me so easily. Shivering at my touch."

You might have been a sloppy, wet mess but you could tell by the bulge rubbing against you that Trey was no better. In fact he might be worse because you knew for a fact that he hated masturbating while touring. This always made him so pent up when he came back. All that cum, all yours to have.

No matter what his groupies say or may think about him you know the truth, you know that his heart and his cock belong only to you.

"Wanna make you come. Please Trey." You palm at his erection blindly, eyes watery from your own pleasure as Trey moves his fingers in and out as much as your pants allow. The heel of his hand keeps hitting, rubbing, slapping over your clit, sending shockwaves of mind-numbing heat through your body. "I love you." You breathe into his neck, "I love you. Please, please, let me...!"

"Patience my sweet." Patience he says while he's grinding his clothed cock into your palm at the same tempo as his fingers slip into your increasingly wet cunt. "I need to get you there first. Your cute moans and whimpers are the best kind of music to me. How I've missed hearing it. Those pretty, pretty sounds you make when you're getting fucked so well." His pace increases rapidly.

You can feel your mind going blank fast, your nails leaving faint marks on his back.

"That's it," Trey breaths against your lips before capturing them, "Squeeze around my fingers, show me how much you've missed me."

Your pussy gets wetter and wetter with every push, drag and hook of his fingers. He plays that tight cord inside of you with practiced fingers until it snaps. He keeps pushing, his lips on your neck mumbling how good you feel while you arch your back, head hitting the door behind you and moan his name in the most beautiful song for him.

While you're still tumbling in his arms he moves you towards the couch, your pants pulled down around your ankles as he pulls you into his lap to straddle him.

"T-Trey?" You whisper against him, trembling hands on his shoulders only shaking more as he pulls his fingers out and moves you against his bulge. "Trey!"

"Ride me pretty girl. Make me come." You whimpered as his hand grabbed a full cheek of your ass, kneading the flesh as your pussy left a mess on his denim pants. You couldn't care less about that now, not when you could see Trey with his eyes closed, enjoying the wet pressure of your cunt sloppily rolling against his twitching dick.

His thumb pressed against your clit, rolling and rubbing, sending a new wave of hot pleasure through you as you tried to keep up.

"Show them. Make me a mess with you pretty pussy. Let them know I'm your man. Scream until they hear you." The edge of possessiveness coming from him even while he surrendered himself to you like this only served to rile you up more. Your rolls got messy, your moans now nothing more than babbling as you felt Trey stiffen under you, his cock pulsing and getting warmer beneath your slobbering cunt, "Fuck yes, that's my girl. Come for me, fuck, so pretty."

Trey held you down against him, his fingers losing rhythm as you released another rush of slick across his lap and onto the couch. "Mine." You moan against his neck, undoing a few buttons so you can leave a red hickey on his collarbone, hidden from view, meant only for your eyes.

"All yours sweetheart. Always." He leans back as you travel lower, his shirt now fully undone, bare, slick, unmarked skin on display. "Wanna clean me up hm?"

"Yes." You hiss while you sink onto your knees, fingers already on his belt, "I missed how you taste."

"Hmm." Trey smirks, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"Trey we got another- Fucking Hearts!" Clover screams and slams the door closed, "Fuck! My eyes! Lock the door! Yuck! They want an encore!"

You groan in disappointment even while you pull his zipper down, "A few more minutes won't kill them." You kiss his bulge, already getting a faint taste of him. Trey chuckles at your efforts to take his boxers down while he pushes you away to readjust himself, "Trey! You're not being fair!"

"A few more minutes won't kill you." He jokes back as he pats you on the head, "I'll just be one song, I'll be back before you know it." He gives you a slow kiss, a promise of more to come. "Then I'll take you home and we can really get this reunion party going."

Even though you're not fully satisfied, you won't be until you have his cock inside you again, you let him go.

"Oh and one more thing." He turns as he slings his guitar around his shoulder, "I missed how you taste too." He grins before popping his two, still wet fingers inside his mouth and sucking them clean, moaning loudly at your taste, "See you after the encore sweetheart."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #trey clover #trey clover x reader #trey x reader #twst #twst x reader #twst smut #twisted wonderland smut #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #trey clover smut #trey clover imagines

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makeitmingi · 5 months

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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 58]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

Chapter warning(s): Suggestion of coital event between characters at the end.

The second last song of the concert was your song. As expected, all the boys did great, they were amazing performers and the fans raised the atmosphere of the stadium.

"Not your indigo child!" The fans yelled your tag, which made your heart swell. You were glad you got it on camera as you recorded the performance. You've heard that fans do that but never have you experienced it before.

"Unnie! Unnie! This is your song!" Haneul tugged on your sleeve as she screamed with the fans excitedly.

"It is." You chuckled, nodding your head as you watched the 8 boys give it their all to perform.

Memories came flooding back, working with them in the studio and at song camp. Even the small, private moments you shared with Mingi late at night.

"I hope you liked that performance, ATINY. It was the hard work of the entire Ateez and Producer Indigo to make that song." Hongjoong panted as he spoke when the performance was finished.

"You know we appreciate our entire producer team." San grinned and everyone cheered.

"Will we see more songs from Producer Ateez in the future?" Wooyoung teased, tapping his chin. That made the fans scream.

"But unfortunately, we will be performing the last song of tonight! We, Ateez, are so grateful for ATINY. So we want to say THANK U." Hongjoong smiled as the introduction of 'THANK U' started playing. Even if the fans were sad that the concert was ending, they gleefully waved their lightsticks.

The boys stood on different sides and ends of the stage, singing their parts and waving to each other. Of course, giving fan service. Like Hongjoong singing the song to Seonghwa.

"Thank you for being on my side." Mingi held his hand out in your direction. Despite being quite a distance away, you and he held eye contact.

'태풍이 몰아쳐도 비바람이 불어도 너와 나 너와 나 언제나 우리일 테니'

Translation: Even if there’s a storm, Even if it’s raining and blowing, You and me You and me It’ll always be us.

As Ateez finished the song, all of them singing the last 4 lines together, Mingi didn't keep his eyes off you. Unknowingly, tears trailed down your cheeks, knowing he was dedicating those lyrics to you. The song ended and ATINY cheered loudly.

"Ateez! Ateez! Ateez!" They chanted, waving their lightsticks. You turned away, using your handkerchief to wipe your tears before they could further soak your mask.

"Don't cry, unnie." Haneul stood on her seat to hug you.

"It's happy tears, baby." You chuckled as you hugged her, cheering alongside the fans.

The concert was over and the fans were streaming out of the venue. You and Haneul were escorted backstage to meet the boys. It was bustling with people running all over the place.

"Let's wait here, baby." You held Haneul back, not wanting her to get run over by equipment carts and styling racks.

"Where are the oppas?" Haneul pouted. She wanted to go see the boys but you were not letting her.

"Hang on." You said. The boys were still in their constumes, meeting other VIP guests that had come to the concert, thanking them for attending and taking a picture.

"Unnie, I want a picture too..." Haneul shook your arm. Jongho seemed to have read Haneul's mind because he waved you two over. You let Haneul go have a photo with the boys, she excitedly stood in the middle while you were happily taking the picture for her with a smile of adoration on your face.

"You can wait for us in the resting room." Seonghwa told you as you held Haneul's hand again. You nodded and he smiled softly, patting your head.

"Let's go wait in the room, baby." You told Haneul. She nodded and walked with you to the waiting room.

"Did you enjoy the concert?" You asked her as she climbed into your lap, sitting facing you.

"Mhmm! It was amazing!" She nodded with a big grin and started rambling about the favourite parts of the concert. You listened intently, giving her all your attention.

"I love your song, unnie!"

"Well, it's not my song. It's all of our song. We wrote it together, Ateez and I." You corrected her.

"But Joong said you made it." Haneul blinked.

"No, we made it together. We made the melody together, recorded together and made the song together." You chuckled. She tapped her chin, nodding to show she accepted your correction. You hadn't realised that the boys entered the room.

"Bear oppa!" Haneul jumped off your lap and ran straight for him, hugging him tightly. You watched as Jongho bent down to her height so she could hug him properly.

"How was it, little bear?" He asked, holding her.

"I love it! You were so cool! You're the best singer in the whole world!" Haneul exclaimed.

"But did you see me dancing, princess? I'm so cool right?" Wooyoung cut into the conversation with a wink and Haneul nodded in agreement, making Jongho roll his eyes.

"Yuyu oppa is the best dancer!" She giggled. Wooyoung's jaw dropped in disbelief while Jongho and Yunho both snickered.

"Thank you, angel." Yunho chuckled while Wooyoung whined about how he was better than Yunho.

"Help me look after her, I'm going to the washroom." You told them. They nodded and you walked out. You were not able to go to the washroom at all during the concert, worried about leaving Haneul alone with strangers there. This felt weird and wrong, getting back into the closeness with Ateez like nothing happened.

"Ugh." You rubbed your temples. Letting out a long sigh, you exited the bathroom. However, you were not expecting someone to be waiting for you there.

"M-M..." You stuttered. He pushed off the wall and stepped closer to you. You felt your heart in your throat.

"Indigo." Mingi spoke. As he stood right before you, his familiar scent filled your surroundings.

"I... I have to get back... to Haneul." You excused but he grabbed your arm. Before you could protest, he yanked you towards him, pressing you to his chest.

"Please... No more running away... Please..." He breathed out shakily as he whispered in your ear. You didn't know what to do.

Mingi hugged you tightly, squeezing you. He was afraid of letting you go, worried that you might disappear if he did, he never wanted to let you go again. It took him a before he felt your arms slowly wrap around him, making him let out a deep sigh.

"Let's talk somewhere else." You murmured. Mingi found a smaller, empty dressing room. You both entered and he closed the door, locking it.

"(y/n)." Him saying your name made you shiver. You leaned against the wall and he towered over you, arm resting above your head.

"Look at me..." He begged, voice breaking. Your eyes slowly moved up to meet his.

"My love." He cupped your cheek. Even with your mask on, you still felt the warmth of his touch and instinctively leaned in. Mingi squeezed his eyes shut as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I missed you so much. You have no idea." He leaned down to press his eyes into your shoulder, his hands coming to rest on your waist.

"I'm sorry, Mingi. I'm so sorry." All you could do was apologise. That seemed to be the only thing you could say to any of the Ateez boys, was that you were sorry. What else were you supposed to say? Were you supposed to express relief now that they know the truth? But still, you stroked the back of his head.

"No, baby... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you. I'm sorry you had to deal with all that on your own and I didn't even notice it. I'm sorry I said all those words to you." He shook his head.

"It's not your fault, Mingi. You have nothing to be sorry about... I chose to hide it." You said.

"I, on the otherhand, caused so much hurt. I hurt you, the group, everyone." You covered your eyes with your hand as you cried.

"No... baby..." Mingi lifted his head to see you just sobbing. Hearing your broken sobs and whimpers broke Mingi's heart. He couldn't imagine how you felt.

"I was so scared... I didn't know what to do." You said between your sobs. Mingi gently removed your mask and you let him, too busy trying to catch your breath while your crying consumed you.

"It's okay, I'll protect you now." He hugged you tightly, letting you cry into his chest. Mingi felt your whole body shake, just wrecked with sobs and fear. While Mingi had his support system like Yunho and the rest of Ateez,

You had no one.

You were both getting over this break up plus you were scared from the whole harrassment ordeal, yet you had no one to comfort you and help you.

"I won't let you go again. Never." Mingi kissed the top of your head. You pulled away and looked at him.

"Just please tell me you still love me." He spoke is hushed whispers, cupping your cheek as he thumbed your tears away.

"I've never stopped loving you." You said softly. Mingi leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. His other hand came to cup your other cheek.

You squeezed your eyes shut as more tears spilled out and onto Mingi's hands. Your arms wrapped around Mingi's neck, you didn't want to let him go either. If you were dreaming, you hoped that this dream wouldn't end. But you were scared that this was temporary, that everything still wasn't okay.

"I need you, baby. I need you with me." He said, his forehead resting on yours as you both panted, catching your breaths.

'Guessing by how you and Mingi hyung aren't around, we'll head off first! Haneul will be fine with us. I think we should sit down and talk tomorrow with the rest. - Jongho'

'But don't worry about that. For now, spend the time with Mingi hyung. You both need it. -Jongho'

You chuckled as you read the text from Jongho. With disguises, you and Mingi discreetly took a cab back to your apartment.

"Haneul's things are everywhere. She wanted to make sure her outfit was perfect for the concert." You warned as you unlocked the door. Mingi hummed and entered behind you.

"Are you alright?" Mingi asked softly.

"I am. Just... I wasn't expecting this... You, being here... I'm sorry." You apologised as you were unable to string your words together.

"Don't be sorry, I understand. I didn't think this would ever happen either." Mingi tucked your hair behind your ears as he looked down at you. You looked up at him, reading his eyes. You really couldn't believe that Mingi was here, right now, with you.

After you and Mingi showered, you were glued to each other. You laid on the bed, legs tangled together. One hand was on your waist and the other arm acted as a support for your head.

"It must have been scary..." Mingi whispered.

"I was not scared of the threats. I was scared of what they would do to you, to Haneul." You confessed.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. I'll be stronger, baby. If that's what it takes for you to stay by my side, I'll do anything." He squeezed your waist.

"You are strong, Mings." You said. Hearing you call him 'Mings' instead of 'Mingi' just made everything feel right again.

"It wasn't that I didn't trust you or that I didn't think you were strong. It just felt like it was my burden to bear."

"Baby..." Mingi softened.

"I'm sorry." You shook your head as another round of tears came. Even if you and Mingi were possibly forgiving each other and looking past what happened. You don't think you could ever get the look he gave you out of your head, the conversation you had with him in your apartment when you left.

"No more apologies." His thumb caressed the exposed skin of your hip lovingly.

"I really hurt you, Mings. I don't think I can ever forgive myself for that." You cried. Your heart was hurting so much.

"But you were hurting too. You were hurting more than me. You hurt me to protect me. I hurt you because I was selfish and ignorant." Mingi said softly.

"You're not selfish or ignorant, Mings." You denied.

"I should have been there to protect you, to share your pain with you and comfort you. I promised to be there for you but I wasn't."

"No, that's not true. You were there for me. Even if you didn't know, you helped me through it. The panic attack that happened when someone followed me home. All the late nights, using work to distract myself, you were there to take care of me." You said softly.

"We'll get through this together. You're not alone anymore. You never will be." He brought you closer to plant a kiss on your forehead. You leaned into his chest.

"This is my second chance. I'm never letting you go again." He said, head pressing against yours.

"I love you, Mings."

"I love you too, baby. So much. You have idea. I can't breathe without you. Everything feels so wrong and empty when you're not there, like something is missing." He said, shedding tears of his own now.

"Oh, Mings." You looked up at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. It was his turn to lean into your touch now.

"I'll keep you safe." He promised. You moved to wrap your arms around him, pressing your lips into his. He pulled your body against his, as if you could be any closer than you already were. When you both broke the kiss, you hugged him, your chin on his shoulder and legs wrapped around him as he held you.

"As much as I love the way you're hugging me now, I'm worried sleeping like this will hurt your back, baby." Mingi chuckled, patting your butt lovingly.

"I don't think I can sleep." You told him but let him go so you could snuggle up to him properly.

"Why?" He stroked your head.

"I'm worried this is a dream, Mings. That when I wake up, I'll be alone again. And there's no one else I can blame for that except myself." You said softly.

"I know, baby. I'm scared too. But this isn't a dream. We'll take each day as it passes." He said.

"Okay." You agreed, closing your eyes. Mingi's hand gently patted your back to coax you to sleep. Even if you always complained that you only do that to babies, Mingi knew you liked it.

"Goodnight, baby. I love you." Mingi kissed your head and held you securely as he drifted to dreamland again. For the first time in over 8 months, you and Mingi were both able to get a proper night's sleep, embracing each other.

When you woke up, it was 11am. You have never slept in or woken up this late in the past 8 months since you've been in America.

"Mingi." You gasped and turned around to be greeted by Mingi's sleeping face. You let out a soft sigh of relief, glad that it wasn't a dream. He was really here, in your bed.

"Baby?" Mingi groaned out in his deep, morning voice.

"I'm here, Mings." You carded your fingers through his hair softly. He hummed and pulled you close, burying his head in your chest as he let out a sigh.

"You're still here..." He mumbled.

"Of course. This is my house." You chuckled. Mingi pressed feather-like kisses on your collarbone, squeezing your waist as he trailed up your neck. You giggled as his hair tickled your skin. When he finally moved up and reached your face, he opened his eyes and shared a look with you.

"Let's stay in bed a little longer, hmm?" He cupped your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. You nodded your head and leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips.

By the time you two finally got ready to leave, it was way past lunchtime. But you weren't hungry at all.

All you wanted was to stay with Mingi in this bubble forever. You didn't want to him to leave.

"Wait, Mings. Before we talk to the others, let's talk. The two of us" You held his arm. He nodded and sat on the couch while you made two cups of coffee.

"What's... going to happen to us? Going forward." You asked, looking down at your mug.

"Baby, I meant what I said last night. I'm never letting you leave my side again. That's a promise. We'll get through this together."

"Yeah but-"

"No but's. I'll launch the internal investigation or I'll find my own investigators to find out who the culprit is. We'll be okay, I'll keep you and Haneul safe, I promise." He squeezed your hands, looking at you with determination.

"I won't make you or convince you to leave Big Hit. I think that's a great opportunity. And maybe it's for the best that we don't work together if we're in a relationship." Mingi said.

"I agree. Thank you." You smiled softly. Mingi shook his head, there was no need to thank him.

"How long are you going to stay here for though?"

"I told Pdogg about 2 years? I wanted to gain some experience working with foreign producers here before going back. I thought 2 years would be enough time to get over everything." You explained.

"I understand. Well, 8 months of those 2 years are over. What do you want to do?" He asked.

"Do you want me to move back to Korea?" You hesitated.

"It's not about what I want. That's why I asked what you want to do, baby. Thinking about what you want, not what I want. It's only a little over a year more. We will make it work and we can visit each other. I have faith in us." Mingi chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours. You reached over to hug him properly.

"You're really okay if I stay?" You looked at him worriedly, knowing how tough long distance relationships could be.

"Of course, baby. Whether you're here or in Korea, you're still mine and I'm still yours." Mingi said, pulling you onto his lap and caressing your back.

"Thank you." You hummed as you squeezed him.

"There's no need to thank me, baby. I'm glad you're putting yourself first in this. You deserve this great opportunity." He smiled.

"And maybe it's for the better. Let us run the investigation while you're not in the country, at least I know you're safer here. It should all be over by the time you come home." He promised.

"You're my home, Mings. I will always come back to you." You said.

"And I'll be waiting for you. I'll be the first to welcome you home." He held your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours.

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Hot things TxT do that drive you crazy

Yeonjun - Everything he does

You're convinced everything Yeonjun did is hot. It could be the most mundane act in the world but him doing it made it sexy.

Him singing? Hot. Yeonjun working out? Hot. Him performing? Super hot. One of the best things was he knew it too. He'd catch you watching him and know immediately what was on your mind. It didn't matter where you were, a smirk would form on his face and the teasing would begin. You were backstage at your boyfriend's concert for the first time in a while and were taken with how good Yeonjun looked. You always forgot how good he looked when he was in the middle of a performance but you had been vividly reminded. While the others with you were dancing and singing, you were stood still staring. The song had changed to a faster one, and Yeonjun kept doing body rolls, twerking, and generally showing off how good a dancer he was. If that wasn't enough his skin was glistening and anytime he moved his muscles stood out. So you were distracted and when Yeonjun glanced to the side he of course noticed. He smiled and when the next break came he rushed over to you "like something you see?" he asked opening his arms to you. You shook your head hugging him so you could hide your face "maybe, you're doing well out there". "Am I?" he asked drinking some water "fancy a private showing lately". Your heart sped up just at the thought and Yeonjun smiled "you like that don't you". You nodded "but only if you do that same choreography, I want full stage Yeonjun". He smirked "oh you're getting that as soon as this is over don't worry" and with a wink, he ran back on stage. Yeonjun was the hottest man on the planet and he knew it which only added to the hotness making the whole thing a cycle but it was okay because he was yours.

Soobin - His humility

Soobin was a huge kpop star but he never acted like it. He was incredibly humble and never flexed about his career. It took 8 dates for him to admit he was an idol. You thought he was just a producer or something behind the scenes because he never acted conceited or like a celebrity and that was the most attractive thing about him for you.

You were watching TxT on an award show from home to virtually see Soobin and cheer him on. He was coming home right after this but you'd missed him and hadn't been enjoying the cold weather lately. So you plonked yourself on the sofa and wrapped up with a blanket. Soobin looked adorable with his members while also looking incredibly handsome in his suit. Then he performed and transformed into professional Soobin aka an amazing actor who adapted to the hot concept perfectly. However, as the night came to a close you wondered if something was wrong because the show was 30 minutes behind but Soobin still wasn't home. You texted Yeonjun who assured you Soobin wasn't with them and had left a while ago for home. You were beginning to panic as none of the other members knew where he was when the door opened. "Soobin where have you..." you started when you saw Soobin. He was still dressed in his suit having come straight from the show and looked amazing in person but that wasn't what made you pause. "Y/n!" he said smiling brightly "sorry I'm late but I figured you might be hungry" he said gesturing to the pizza in his hand. "Then for afterwards I've got hot chocolate and marshmallows to warm you up and some candles" he said showing them to you. You beamed at him and he laughed "what?". "You're wearing an expensive suit and left an exclusive event just to get me food and hot chocolate?". Soobin shrugged "I...I wanted to look after you". You shook your head and took the things from him putting them down and kissing him. Soobin wrapped his arms around you and happily kissed you. When you separated he grinned "it was only a pizza". You shook your head "it's so much more than that" and took his hand leading him further into your home.

Beomgyu - His mischief making

You loved how cheeky Beomgyu was and enjoyed how bold and confident he was with his hyungs. He never hesitated to annoy them, especially Yeonjun which you liked. Anyone could go for the quieter younger members but Beomgyu went right for the scariest one.

For this reason, you loved games night at TxT. You would egg Beomgyu on and just watch as the chaos unfolded and so now the boys insisted you be on separate teams but Beomgyu knew you liked him misbehaving so he still played up. He was actually on the same team as Yeonjun tonight and they were doing pretty well...until Beomgyu just started using all their money to attack Soobin's empire for no reason. "Why did you do that?" Yeonjun asked when he spent half their money buying out all the properties around Soobin so Soobin couldn't. Beomgyu shrugged "it's funny" and Yeonjun rolled his eyes taking their finances off him. Despite losing his money privileges Beomgyu managed to cause trouble. He got Taehyun and Huening Kai to fall out even though they were on the same team and when Yeonjun went to the bathroom sold his best property to you for a very discounted price. "Why?" Yeonjun begged and Beomgyu shrugged "Y/n asked me to" and Yeonjun sighed "Y/n why do you encourage him?". "Because I like when he's chaotic, he gets all power-mad and it's hot". Beomgyu's ears perked up at that and he had a smile on his face all night. The boys knew there would be no stopping him now. After the games you all settled down with drinks but Beomgyu only had you on his mind. "So you find it hot when I cause mischief huh?" he asked and you smiled turning to face him "I didn't think that was a secret, I never hid it". Beomgyu smiled "now that you mention it I do remember you getting a bit clingy at the last game's night, want to save us all the bother and just head to bed now?". You nodded "sounds good to me" and Beomgu grinned "later everyone we're going to bed!" and he practically skipped up the stairs.

Taehyun - How authentic he is

Taehyun was one of the more real, natural people you'd ever met. He always followed through on his promises and never said or did anything just for the sake of it. He wouldn't just compliment you because he felt he had to or buy you a generic present on a holiday to tick a box. He thought about everything first and meant his actions and worlds wholeheartedly which made it that much more special. It had been valentines day a few weeks ago and you and Taehyun agreed not to bother with presents or anything and that you'd rather just show each other throughout the year, in small ways, that you loved one another. Your friends claimed this was just Taehyun's great idea to veto valentines day and as a month passed with no gestures you began to think they might be right...then you got home from work. As soon as you walked through the door you smelt something amazing and paused "Tae?" you called and he appeared. "You're home!" he smiled "so you know how I'm making dinner tonight? Well I finished work early and thought I'd make a show of it" he gestured for you to come into the kitchen and your jaw dropped. He'd set the table with beautiful placemats and lit some candles giving the room a nice flow. "I'm cooking your favourite meal and have your favourite drinking chilling in the fridge". You shook your head "this is beautiful but what is the occasion?". Taehyin frowned "no occasion I just wanted to do this. You were at work all day so I wanted to spoil you when you came home. Plus we agreed to show each other we loved each other throughout the year right? Well, this morning I woke up feeling so grateful to be dating you and I wanted to show it to you...is it all okay?". "Everything is amazing!" you cried hugging him "this is so much better than a generic card and an overpriced meal at a packed restaurant". Taehyun smiled "that thought did occur to me too, that's why we're so great together". You smiled "perfect some might even say". Taehyun smiled "and I would agree with them" before kissing you "happy non-valentines day Y/n". It was the best non-valentines day ever.

Huening Kai - How good a brother he is

Idols weren't really supposed to interact, even if you were from the same company. It wasn't even an unspoken rule, you were told that as trainees and any rumours that got out were blamed on absolutely any interaction between the accused pair. Huening Kai was incredibly brave and always tried to have some interaction with you to let you know he was thinking about you and when his little sister debuted he also made sure to interact with her. Ever since she'd debuted Huening Kai had been Bahiyyih's biggest cheerleader and it was so sweet. You knew he was an amazing brother but liked how he wouldn't compromise his family just for his fame and image. Your group was lined up on one end of the stage and you watched the big screen which was showing all the other idols still coming on the stage. Kep1er were also lined up and Kai poked Bahiyyih as he passed. She jumped letting out a squeal and looked around before spotting her brother. He waved and she smiled instantly looking more relaxed and you smiled too watching them. After the show, you and Kai left together and when he climbed into the car next to you, you threw your arms around him. He laughed "not that I'm complaining but what is this for?". "You being such a great person" you told him "you're so kind and sweet. It's your most attractive quality". "Really?" he asked "not my handsome face?". You smirked "well I like that too but I like a lot of things about you". "and I like a lot of things about you" Kai replied kissing you and you smiled into it. Nice guys were way hotter than mean ones.i

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beautifulpersonpeach · 7 months

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Which members promotions were your favorite so far? Hobi might win for me because that listening party was super fun and Lollapalooza was crazy. Also More sits at the same table as SMFpt2 for me as far as being really shocking and exciting when it dropped!

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Hi Anon!

Nothing beats Yoongi’s D-DAY tour for me. My god what an experience. I was fortunate to attend multiple stops and I still have fever dreams in the middle of the day remembering how hard I was screaming along to Burn It and Huh, how my friend burst into tears during Snooze, how I choked up a bit during Life Goes On and finally lost it on The Last. The encore tours gave me the emotional equivalent of a blood transfusion. Seeing Jimin, Namjoon, and Jungkook on stage in a proper concert setting for the first time in almost a year, was really the best parting gift and I’ll always be grateful to Yoongi for it. I love that man very, very much.

That cute practice session Yoongi did for the ‘I’m so cute’ or whatever challenge with Jimin too, subbing ARMYs with screaming plushies and the live he did reading fan messages teasing us about his seven tattoo… and then that cheeky reveal after the tour ended…

Yoongi gave me everything and more with his album and the tour.

Other members too:

- SeokJin going to Argentina to promote The Astronaut with Coldplay was incredible. The planning and organizing behind that feat couldn’t have been easy but somehow they made it work and LatAm ARMYs were finally able to see at least one Tannie for the first time in a long while. That really was amazing.

- Taehyung’s Tiny Desk performances are 🤌🏽

- I loved how Jimin really thought outside the box with his promotions, choosing to go on many really fun Korean variety shows. These are shows BTS either hadn’t done ever or in something like 5 years. A lot of my K-ARMY friends loved how Jimin seemed to prioritize them fully in ways that hadn’t been done for a while.

- I tried hard to attend Joon’s small concert but work commitments didn’t allow that possibility, but I also really love his promotion choices. My partner (surprisingly) has become a tiny bit obsessed with Joon’s Tiny Desk performance lol, so I suspect Joon has gained a new fan.

- Think I’ve already talked about how Hobipalooza was the concert highlight of 2022 for me. Hobi had such a short time to put everything together, and I’m proud of him for going out of his comfort zone a bit sending out invites and throwing the launch party. I loved seeing him just celebrate his success, seeing the other members chill out and have a good time.

- It was nice seeing that at least one member did not forget Europe exists with their promotions (😭), so I’m glad Jungkook could make the trip over to promote Seven in the UK.

The rapline’s album projects are easily some of the best releases this year in any genre for me. And I’m not even trying to be biased. Corroborated by critics reviews, each album is a solid, cohesive, and cerebrally stimulating piece of art and I’m so proud of them for putting it together. It’s easy to see how BTS has become the biggest band in the world when you have these three men who can stand as respected artists in their own right, being the bedrock of the music created by BTS for the last 10 years.

Jimin’s debut with FACE ended k-pop in 2023. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the industry as we know it, life as we know it, Jimin as we knew him, ended in March 2023. What Jimin did with Set Me Free Pt 2 still gives me goosebumps when I think about it. That song was a warning shot, a small mercy to the industry to warn them in advance of who Jimin is prepared to become as a solo artist and as Jimin of BTS, and I cannot overstate how excited I am for his next project. FACE as an album is the complete package. His songs are just good. Like, actually good. Good enough to play anywhere and any time. That’s the kind of music Jimin makes. Imagine hearing Face-off in a concert arena… imagine hearing the intro play before he comes on stage. Can you even imagine….

Lol I’m starting to hurt myself with these imagines.

Taehyung’s album too is very good (though these days it only gets plays from me in the evenings). And while Seven isn’t my favorite release, it’s still a well made song that Jungkook of course has done a phenomenal job with. Twice now he’s had to promote it outdoors in very bad weather and he’s kept his vocals stable and well projected. He’s working hard and I’m hoping it translates well into work done for his solo album debut later this year.

I have almost no complaints in the debut solo showcases from all the members, in their promotion styles, and in the overall presentation. These albums were all very decent and respectable first showings from the members of the biggest group in the world. The response from the general public and professional critics has been very favourable, and the fandom has supported each member to be as successful as one would expect for anyone from BTS.

I’m a very happy ARMY in Chapter 2 ^_^

#bts #jimin #yoongi #Namjoon #taehyung #hoseok #SeokJin #Jungkook #bts chapter 2 #BTS solo debuts #face album #indigo #d day tour #jitb #layover #jk seven #the astronaut

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