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vemuabhi · 2 months

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I want a Boyfriend

Its march 2nd aka Sanji’s birthday everyone! (IST)

Happy Birthday Mr. Prince. My Crush of all time, My boyfriend in my dreams.

Hey Peeps! Please read the below story of mine and comment/reblog your opinions. I hope you like it!

Modern Universe

Pairing : Sanji X Reader

Warnings : Noting but fluff! Happy ending!

Word Count : 1.2K

I was listening to Selena Gomez - Boyfriend

Summary - Zoro plays Wingman!!

“Why can’t I find a date?”, you wined for the 5th time making a certain green head to get triggered.

“Oh Shut up Shut up Shut up!”, he leaned back on his chair hands still lingering on the laptop before him.

“What can I do? I am getting desperate. Especially after-”

“The Last situationship, you said it multiple times. I feel like I’m about to explode if you keep on doing this”, he huffed as you continued to work on your laptop.

Zoro, your colleague who became your best friend way too quickly. Though he seemed aloof and cold, he was a sweetheart who cares deeply and that was one of the reasons why you got attached to him. In the beginning he tried to make you talk with some of the guys in the office in a friendly way but you didn’t feel interested. Sure you were disparate but not ready to make mistakes again like you did in your previous relation and situation ships.

Leading on and giving false hope wasn’t how you dealt. Even if it was harsh, you preferred it and would prefer it if some thing of that sort happened to you.

“How many times have I introduced you to those other guys. And did you even try?”, he side eyed you then resumed to work. The way even after trying to make you meet new people, you didn’t even try but still complained made him irritated.

“Zoro, I’m sorry about that but… I didn’t find a connection with them, so I didn’t want to waste anyone’s time”.

Looking at your sad but sincere eyes he sighed and shook his head. “Whatever. Don’t be sad now”.

You gained back your smile at the grumpy man because he was so sweet to you. Though he was always mad he was a kind soul. Not all can know about that until they get to know him.

“I need a boyfrie-”

“GOD!”, he rolled his eyes at you as you chuckled, being happy that you managed to piss him off.

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That day at lunch, Zoro was a bit late to join you because he was on a call. He furrowed his brows at you as you gave him a smirk.

“What?”

“Seems like you have a secret girl you’ve been talking to huh~~ What’s her name?”

“What girlf-… Ah… its not a girl, I was talking to a guy”

“That’s alright, I don’t judge. Who’s that guy?”

“HEY!! NO!! Shut it and eat. Its my roommate. He was telling me to take out the trash”

“Oh… I thought atleast my friend was in a relationship”.

“Like hell I don’t need any rig- Wait… look at this picture”, Zoro stopped eating and showed you a DP of a guy in his personal chat. That was a side profile of a man with cigarette between his lips. He looked pretty good.

“Yeah he looks nice, what about it?”

“Now eat this”, he picked up his spoon and handed it to you. You ate it and the flavours of the food felt divine on your tongue. Your mind tried to keep you sane but your heart had other plans and you grabbed his food and started to eat it making him to hit you, then you stopped.

“Sorry, animal instincts”, you gulped as you returned to your plate. It was good but Zoro’s food was on another level.

“Yeah, people who eat my food turn into animals. I noticed that”

“Never knew you could cook this well, Aish… Zoro I have a question”

“Yeah?”

“Zoro lets go out”, your words made the latter to almost choke on his food.

“Wait wait. Nothing romantic. Just that… you make me food and I sit pretty”

“Jerk… you want food. We don’t have to be in a relationship for that. And I didn’t make it”. You got curious about this. It seemed that zoro’s roommate was the one who made this. His name was Sanji and he was a chef.

“I was thinking of introducing him to you, that’s why I called him earlier”, Zoro averted his gaze from you, “But if you only want too of course. I like how you don’t lead anyone on. If it is okay, then go ahead with him”. A small chuckle left your lips and you nodded in agreement.

You got Sanjis number and as soon as you messaged him hi, you got a reply. You mentioned to him that you were still in office and you both agreed to call after your logout.

Your mind was going apeshit, what waws going on?!! You were getting nervous to talk to the handsome man that Zoro introduced you to. Logout time seemed longer than usual because you were waiting for it.

“Idiot, work first. Then you’ll be able to lose track of time”, motivational words from zoro helped a lot and soon, it was time to call Sanji.

You stood at the entrance of the company and fiddled with your phone. Hands were getting clammy with the stress. Looking at your misery, Zoro sighed and snatched your phone hitting the call option in the process.

“Hello”

A soft husky voice made you to take a deep breath and respond. The first few minutes of the call were a bit slow and awkward but by the time you reached home, you were both laughing and having a great time. Ending the call seemed to be hurting the both of you, which never happened in your past. No matter how excited you were, the other person was never happy with you being yourself. Clingy, immature, talkative and loud, were the words that stuck with you from your past. Though you tried to make sure to not show those traits, you wanted to hide, couldn’t while you spoke with Sanji. Wonder how this happened. Maybe because Sanji was a type to make anyone feel comfortable around him.

Two weeks have passed and the conversations kept getting better and better. You both wanted to meet each other.

“I want to see you”, words slipped out of your mouth making Sanji to become silent.

“I’ll meet you soon”, he said as a smile formed on his lips.

The next day, when you and Zoro got out of the office, you noticed that someone was standing beside Zoro’s bike. You looked at the slender form with a cigarette and your heart skipped a beat. You could hear your heart beating faster.

“Oye Shitty Cook! Why are you here?!!”, Zoro went towards Sanji.

“Marimo!! Don’t you-”, the blond’s words stopped as he noticed you. He walked and stood right infront of you. You both talked on Video calls but, seeing him in person made a shit ton of difference. You could notice how tall he was, his expressions, his red cheeks and most importantly, his blue eyes. His hands reached to yours and laced with your fingers. He smelled like sandalwood. Which made you feel warm.

‘I think he didn’t light his cigarette’, you thought. was It was just a few days since you both talked but, you both felt like you were ready to date.

“Should we go on a date?”

His question made you to smile and nod frantically. “I thought you’d never ask”

“Oh, I wanted to ask this when we met, not over phone”, his right hand travelled to your cheek.

“You sometimes… are cliché”

“Don’t you like it?”, he raised his eyebrow with a smirk. Damn… he aint lying.

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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[Lee Haechan.]

Lowlife part 2.

Light Weight.

Lowlife.

Heart 2 Heart.

Growing Pains.

I just want to get high with my lover.

Sore Loser. <3

Faith In You.

Red String Theory Part 3.

Red String Theory Part 2.

Red String Theory Part 1.

KEEP IT A SECRET.

Back 2 U.

More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers.

Rules.

Childish.

Reflections.

3:00 AM.

6:00 AM.

Meddle About.

Sorry, Heart.

Bully.

MIROTIC Love.

One Thousand Desires.

Womaniser.

Needin’ Gangsta Love.

Hate The Game Not The Player.

Contract Love.

Quiet Down.

Professional Teaser.

Unpredictable.

He provoked me!

[Mark Lee.]

Ultimate Spider-Man: Spider-Mark.

GOLDEN HOUR.

Crimson Lace Part 2

Crimson Lace Part 1

MIRACLES DO HAPPEN.

BEST FRIEND.

Ballin Series: Shooting My Shot.

5:55PM.

Cupid’s Chokehold.

Looks That Kill.

Rockstar.

Déjà Vu.

Peppermint?

Not So Holy Afterall.

[Jung Jaehyun.]

Do I Wanna Know?

Perfume.

White Night.

2 Baddies Jaewoo.

Sweater Weather Part 1.

Sweater Weather Part 2.

Sweater Weather Part 3.

Ballin Series: Meet Me At The Court.

[Lee Taeyong.]

CANDY.

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Double Whammy.

Sleigh Race.

Anti Romantic.

Neighbour From Hell.

Sinking Ships.

Just The Way I Like It.

Tutor Sesh.

Ridin’.

Jealousy, Jealousy.

[Na Jaemin.]

Mrs Na? Part 2.

Mrs Na? Part 1.

The Anatomy Of Na Jaemin.

Obsession.

10:00PM.

Her Protector.

Kiss & Make Up.

His Princess.

Knight In Shining Armour.

[Park Jisung.]

Special Mittens.

7 Days.

REPLAY.

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Giddy’ Up!

Trigger The Fever.

Oops! I Did It Again.

Sneaky Link.

Devil’s Touch.

Just A Substitute.

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We Met In April.

Baby Daddy.

The Cursed Nine Tailed.

Touch.

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Rent A Boyfriend.

Kiss.

The Next Step.

Exam SZN.

[Kim Jungwoo.]

Dive.

Can We Go Back?

CANDY.

2 Baddies Jaewoo.

Options.

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His Healer.

Never-Ending Goodbyes Part 1

CANDY.

Unbreakable Promise: Meet Me In Another Life.

Only His.

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maximumkillshot · 5 months

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I Can't Lose You-Part 8

Warnings: Depressed Seungmin, Nightmares, Descriptions of Grief, Mentions of a Suicide Flag being raised, Sadness, If I missed any lemme know.

Pairing: BangChan x Reader

Characters: Stray Kids, Nurse, Reader, Dr.Yun

A/N: Hello Everyone we are back on the main storyline! Have fun I guess? Still sorry... so so so sososososoooso sorry.

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Once it was clear that you were out for the count, everyone started falling asleep one by one. No one was willing to leave just yet. They wanted to make sure you knew that no one was leaving you. Eventually, it was just Seungmin and Bin who were awake. Seungmin noticed that Bin’s eyes started drooping, “Go to sleep, Hyung. I’ll stay up in case she wakes up.” He petted your hair back, making sure you were comfortable.

“If she needs me.” Bin looked down at you, worried…

“You will be the first person I wake up, okay?” Seungmin made a face, it was gentle yet insistent. He was going to get Bin to sleep whether he wanted to or not. It wasn’t up for discussion. Elder or not, Seungmin knows that he has been through hell, and even now Bin is fixed on you. He can see it. Bin is doing his best to piece together the shards left over.

Bin looked up at Seungmin and said, “Thank you. I know it’s not easy, knew you were close with her, thank you for staying strong.” Bin wanted to say a hundred more things. He’s observant, Bin saw the way he looked at you. He also saw the tearstains on Seungmin’s face. The pain was written in his features as he looked at you. He noticed when Seungmin went to touch you for the first time after the episode, to lean forward and kiss your forehead, it was less of reassurance and more of a mutual pain. He couldn’t pinpoint the feeling at the time. All he knew was there was a lot that he didn’t know.

Seungmin just said, “We are all close to her. Not nearly as close as you. You need rest, Hyung. Don’t worry, I got it.” Seungmin was the only one awake for a few hours as everyone slept. He was looking at his mail order account, deleting all of the future purchases that would’ve been made as a surprise for the baby. He had everything in either pink, blue, or yellow.

He stopped for a minute at the toy elephant that you gushed over one time at a mall, you loved the texture and you couldn’t get over the cute floppy ears on it. It was the first thing he saved on his list. He moved on to the educational toys that you had to have, the toy rings, and the play mats.

The one that really got him was the blankets with the month countdown to one year. He could see it in his head, you excitedly laying the baby down on it and taking a picture for social media, you circling the month during the editing of the photo.

While Minho is great at visualization, Seungmin is great at audiation, he can imagine sounds without them being present in the environment. Seungmin could hear you chirping at him, “Look at him, Minnie! Look at your cute little nephew Chanseung! I can't believe the time is flying by so fast! Who is that? That’s Uncle Minnie!” He smiled at the sound that he’d never hear. He stared at that blanket for a while, before forcing himself to delete it.

He could feel the tears running down his face, seeing the empty list. He looked up to you, and he whispered to himself, “I want to take the pain away. The hurt, I don’t know how, Birdie.” He pulled the blanket up a little higher up your back, making sure you were covered, and sheltered.

He started filling it back up, searching “how to help someone cope with miscarriage..” He hit search and books started popping up. He read some reviews and settled on three, “What Could Have Been: Helping Her Through Misscarriage”, “Grief and Loss: Learning How to Cope with Misscarriage”, and “Up Above: Journal For Mom To A Baby In Heaven”.

Then he searched, “Coping With Miscarriage As A Family.” Once again he read the reviews, settling on, “Staying Strong: Coping as A Family”, “It Takes A Village: Grief And Family”, and finally, “Stronger Together: Surviving Miscarriage as a Family”.

He also looked up, “Memento for Miscarriage.” And a unisex bracelet popped up, it had a little charm on it of a sun. He decided to get 7 of them. The one he got for you was different. It was a 14k gold bracelet with a charm of a pair of baby feet. There was a plate on the bracelet that could be engraved with anything, so he took a picture of the wavelength of the baby’s heartbeat from the ultrasound and uploaded it. He didn’t want to acknowledge Chan in this but also, the baby was his. He found a stainless steel bracelet with a thicker band, something that he’d wear. He did the same with his bracelet as well, uploading the heartbeat.

Seungmin couldn’t get what you screamed at Chan out of his head. The baby was right there, in your belly. He couldn’t help the fact that he knew what you were talking about. Seungmin was there for it all so for Chris to say, “It was mine too,” was a slap in the face. He wasn’t there. That was when Seungmin realized something. Chan started fucking Soo two months ago… You found out you were pregnant two months ago. The entire time you knew you were pregnant, planning for him, still cooking for him, doing everything in your power to surprise him, and carrying his child on top of that. Meanwhile, he was busy fucking his side piece. He was so busy in fact that he didn’t even realize that you wore baggier clothes, slept more, and avoided some of your favorite foods like the plague. At this point, Chan was more sperm donor than father, but Seungmin still felt that the baby was here, in a way, he felt like he needed to remind everyone because they weren’t able to know the baby the way that he did.

Seungmin was in a depression, he could feel it starting, not because of you. He was so depressed because Minho was right. Seungmin looked up to Chan. He never had an older brother, and Chan was that for him. Annoying him any chance he got, giving him advice, and being a role model through and through. He didn’t know what was happening to you in your marriage at all until Felix and Minho kept disappearing every weekend to spend time with you. He told himself that you knew what you were getting into. It was only when he got closer and started spending so much time with you that he learned that Chan promised you so many things, and didn’t hold up on his end. He promised to be home a a decent time, some nights he didn’t even show up at home. He promised he’d take Sundays off when he isn’t touring, he never did take them off at all.

As he thought about this, he heard the door open. He could see multiple pairs of feet in the shadows on the ground. A small woman walked in with a clipboard and a doctor’s coat along with the nurse. The nurse already knew most of what was going on, the overnight doctor briefing her on the delicate nature of the situation.

The nurse came closer to Seungmin as she whispered, “Is she still resting well?”

Seungmin nodded. He looked over to the bed seeing Bin’s hand buried in your hair, his lips close enough to kiss your head, his other hand over yours on his chest. Seungmin smiled at that, reminding himself he’d need to get a picture of this.

The nurse said, “Is there any way we can speak to you in the hall?”

Again, Seungmin nodded. He whispered, “Let me wake someone, I don’t want her to panic if she wakes up and I’m missing.”

The nurse nodded with a smile as Seungmin tried to make a decision on who he’d wake. He decided on Hyunjin, as out of everyone, he was able to sleep a little in the car. Seungmin walked through the minefield of members over to Hyunjin, who had Lix using his leg as a pillow. “Hyunjin wake up, the nurse wants to speak to me outside, if Hannie wakes up he can meet us in the hall, otherwise let him sleep.” Hyunjin nodded as he wiped his eyes. When Seungmin stepped out into the hall the nurse introduced the petite woman as Dr.Yun, she was the attending psychiatrist in charge of your case.

Seungmin’s eyebrows dipped, “Psychiatrist?”

The doctor looked and said, “Yes I think it’s better if we talk in the consult room, more private that way.” Seungmin nodded, shooting Hyunjin a text about where he’ll be at.

As soon as the door closed, the doctor started, “Do you know why I am here?”

Seungmin nodded. He knew why. He didn’t want to say it out loud though. “I know why you’re here. I just thought they’d do this sort of thing outpatient.”

The doctor sat down with him, “Usually that is the case, but Y/N raised a suicide risk flag by her expressing her want to die.”

He nodded, in his head he was thinking, if you only knew what she had gone through, you’d understand why she said that. Instead, he went with, “What would you like to know? I want to help.” If Seungmin was being honest, he rarely ever met a situation that he didn’t prepare for. Except for last night. He didn’t know what to do and if he didn’t know, he wasn’t comfortable with you going in there. So when he saw you get up he wanted to scream to you that you didn’t need to do this. Another thing that he knew was… you did. You have never seen a problem and not faced it right then and there. You have always been the type of person to tackle it. So him asking you not to do that, would have been out of the question.

Just thinking about it gave him chills, where everyone would run away… you ran towards. Even if your brain had every cell of your body screaming to run away… you always ran towards. That was one of the things that he admired most about you. You’re brave. So when he saw you, the fear in your eyes, it rocked him. You were staring into his soul saying that you, the fearless one, were scared. But you weren’t scared of anything… other than losing him. Of waking up, and never seeing him again. The fear was deafening in your voice. Barely above a whisper, tears spilling onto Bin’s chest.

She started off with, “How was she before this?”

Seungmin’s face fell as he recalled all of the moments he shared with you before last night, “Happy. Excited. Hopeful. The opposite of who you know.” Seungmin looked at the nurse. The nurse’s face dropped a little. Anyone who looked at Seungmin could tell he was in shambles, if they looked at any of the boys, they could tell that. That’s why no one was forcing those 7 boys away from you. It was clear you needed them and even clearer that they needed you.

The doctor continued, “The notes in her chart say that she miscarried due to a trauma, do you know the specifics?”

“Yes, I do.” He said. The doctor waited for him to continue, “She walked in on her husband cheating on her with her best friend on their third anniversary.”

Seungmin couldn’t help but think that Bin would’ve never let you go a night alone let alone your third anniversary. “All of the people in that room were there. The man on the bed, Bin, told us all to meet at the house, that her husband, his ex-best friend, never showed up to the anniversary dinner. He didn’t have a good feeling about it. We all walked in on it. She just sat on the couch, staring at a photo of them on their wedding day, while she heard him saying the most disgusting things, how her friend was so much better than her, how good she made him feel, how he couldn’t wait to leave her. It broke her. Broke all of us.” Seungmin was staring at his hands by the end of it, imagining if he had a wife, that he could never do that.

“I see. Did anyone know about the baby?” She asked as if reading Seungmin’s mind.

“I did.” He started breaking, hearing the heartbeat again. Your teary reaction playing on repeat in his head. You were so nervous, excited, and curious. All of the things that raced through your mind could be read all over your face that day. The minute you saw that little bean, that baby, tears sprang to your eyes, once you heard that heartbeat, you were already more in love than you could ever describe. It made Seungmin cry. A life was right there, and he was hearing it. He couldn’t wait to tell your child this story. “I figured it out before she did.”

“Do you think that she needs help coping? We have plenty of resources and we’d be more than happy to-”

“Yes. She’s going to need all of the help she can get. She went from being pregnant and being in a happy marriage, to losing her baby, her husband, and her best friend in less than 24 hours.” Seungmin answered honestly. Your entire life was ripped apart. All because of two people who didn’t deserve your time and energy. To think that those people he would’ve trusted with children of his own. Instead, they showed their true colors at the worst possible time. The question almost annoyed Seungmin. Was the doctor not listening to what he just said? He thought in his head, my friend… The only other person who knew about this baby 48 hours ago… Just lost everything and this doctor’s question is ‘Will she need help’? NO FUCKING SHIT SHE NEEDS HELP… we all need help. None of us know how the fuck to help her. We are all destroyed, I am in turmoil, she will never be the same… HOW DO YOU EVEN HAVE A DEGREE LET ALONE A DOCTORATE?! Minnie knew it was misplaced anger. He took a cleansing breath as he looked up at the doctor.

“Will it need to be inpatient?” She asked.

“If she has us, no. If you leave her to her own devices, she won’t make it. He was all she had, well thought she had. We were all friends with her husband first. She’s terrified that we’ll leave her. We will never leave her.” Seungmin added.

“Is there anywhere she can go? Going back to her home with her husband can make everything worse.” The doctor stated.

Seungmin nodded and said, “We’ll figure all of that out, don’t worry about that. How do we help her?” the tears started rolling, “I as well as everyone else in that room feels so helpless, she is the sweetest person we know. We need to help her, how?” His tears right now are from frustration.

The doctor looked at Seungmin, “Communication is key. She may not want to communicate right away, that’s normal. She also needs to take the medicine we prescribe, she may not want to take it as well. It’s tricky because many women who miscarry have guilt. They feel like they failed, like they don’t deserve to be alive. You need to constantly remind her that what happened wasn’t her fault. Her body went through severe trauma. Remind her that she is worthy of breathing, smiling, laughing, enjoying life.”

Seungmin looked at the doctor, “Okay. Would you need to talk to her?” Seungmin asked, “So far whenever she tries to go back, she has to be sedated, her heart can’t take it.”

The doctor thought for a minute and said, “I’m still going to have to talk to her before discharge,”

“Is there any way you could let her sleep for a while? She's so exhausted.”

The doctor nodded and said, “I’ll be back tomorrow so she'll have more time to regulate. Thank you for taking the time to talk, I know that it can be hard to talk about things like this but what you told me gave me some valuable insight into what happened.”

Seungmin walked back to the room as he tried to think of a way to keep you close and at the same time, give you the space you needed to heal.

When he sat back down with Hyunjin he texted him.

“Hyunjin, the psychiatrist just came in. I told her what happened.”

Hyunjin looked at his phone and read it. Seconds later he started typing, “My guess is that they heard Y/N that she wanted to die.”

Seungmin immediately replied, “Yeah. They said that after they talk to her it’s recommended that she doesn’t go back to the house. That it’ll make everything worse. I’m trying to figure out how to do this. I don’t want Chan anywhere near her.”

Hyunjin’s face turned hard, “At this point, I don’t want to be there, either. He’s toxic. I feel sick thinking that he was our friend. I had no clue she was going through all of this. He’s so toxic.”

Seungmin thought for a minute, “Wherever she’s going I think Felix, Minho, Bin, and Hannie should be with her.”

Hyunjin nodded, “Maybe an apartment? Or switching houses. I think she may want someplace familiar.”

Seungmin said “When she gets up we should ask her. They never told me when they were thinking of discharging her.”

Hyunjin shook his head, “No, she just went through an episode, making her make a decision right after sedation isn’t a good idea. Maybe ask Bin??”

Seungmin smiled, “Yeah that’s a good idea. For now, they all need rest. You included. Thanks for staying up for me.”

Hyunjin just went back to sleep after nodding at Seungmin. It wasn’t lost on Hyunjin that Seungmin was clearly distraught in that hallway. He knew that now wasn’t the time. Maybe when things calmed down. When everyone was feeling less tense, Hyunjin could reapproach.

After a few hours, people started slowly waking up until everyone was lucid, be it from hunger, or eventually hearing the mumbles of others. The nurses would pop in occasionally, giving whatever they could to help you and the boys. A little into most being awake except for yourself and Bin, you started mumbling. Han looked at the clock. His gaze shot to his phone, it was almost time for your next anxiety medication. They warned him that sometimes nearing the next dose, your anxiety would kick back up, and he told everyone to quiet down for a second. He wanted to make sure you weren’t in any distress.

He noticed you started to mumble, “Chris, my boys… where… my boys…Binnie…” All of the boys looked like the only thing they wanted to do was wake you. The nurses advised Han, however, that the best way to wake you was not in the middle of the nightmare, you’d probably remember it, and usually that only compounds the trauma. So all he could really do was watch. You gripped Bin’s hoodie and he woke up immediately, his eyes snapping to you. He woke up to hear your mumbles, “Chris…. Not…not my boys… please..” He saw you start to cry in your sleep.

He whispered, “We’re here Angel, not going anywhere it’s okay.”

You started shaking, “Where… Binnie… don’t take… from me. Chris please…my boys…help…”

Bin couldn’t see any more of this. He started to pet your hair a little more intently, as he directed Han to get the nurse. Then he started raising his volume a little bit, “Angel… wake up for me… Angel… Y/N…” He started lightly jostling you as he squeezed your hand under his lightly, “Angel it’s a nightmare, wake up… Y/N…”

Finally, your eyes snapped open as you squeezed him, “Binnie… Chris took you away… Took all of you away…”

“Shhhh shhhhh it’s okay, it was a nightmare, we’re here. It’s okay.”

“He took my boys away,” Your eyes were glassy, pupils dilated as you registered where you were. You looked around and Seungmin came up to pet your hair.

“Hi Birdie, it’s okay. It’s alright. You’re okay, we’re all here. Hannie is getting the nurse, okay?”

Seungmin could see your body shaking slightly, he got down to your level again and held your hand while Bin kept rubbing your back.

You looked at Seungmin and started tearing up again, “you didn’t leave?” He wiped your tears and said, “Why would I? You're here. I wouldn’t be anywhere else.” He smiled at you, “Just breathe Birdie… you’re okay.”

He could tell you wanted him closer, “Do you want to lay on me? Would that help, Birdie?”

You couldn’t really talk but you nodded, then he looked to Bin and said, “Okay beat it Seo, she wants me now…” Making you giggle a little. Bin looked at you and reluctantly let go with a kiss on your head.

Once again, Seungmin is in no way shape, or form known for skinship but there he was lying so content next to you. Everyone has no idea what is going on. Lix looked to Seungmin and was very skeptical as he said, “O… okay I want to cuddle at home and he’s all ‘I need my personal space’ but if it’s Y/N… I got it Kim Seungmin… You’re lucky I’m not the jealous type.”

Minho piped up with “You are the jealous type.” with a scoff and Lix fired back with, “Good point…. What does Y/N have Seungmin? Huh? I have long hair and cute freckles, I’m adorable. So what is it?”

Seungmin just looked at you and whispered “Watch this…” Then he addressed Lix, “Easy you’re not Birdie.” That made you giggle a little more. You still shook but you were coming out of it a little.

Lix said, “I’m a bird, you don’t know Bbokari? I am even cuter I’m a baby chick…”

Seungmin nudged your back so Lix didn’t see it and he said, “You also commit cannibalism…” He narrowed his eyes as you started to laugh. Felix looked down at you and smirked as Seungmin said, “And Birdie is way cuter than you, Lix.” His jaw dropped, bright like that and Seungmin copied his expression.

“I mean you’re right but why come for my throat like that?” He fake scoweled at him as he sat back down, playfully turning his back to Seungmin, “uncalled for…”

Once again Minho acted disinterested as he deadpanned, “I mean he is right Yongbok-ah.”

Then Felix said, “You too?!” And you laughed even harder.

Felix looked at you and said, “Flower, am I cute?” He asked with a fake quiver on his lip. Felix’s nickname for you was Flower. The reason for it is one of his favorite memories with you. Felix and you are really the only two people out of everyone who actually stop to take in the surroundings around you. There was one time you got so excited when you found a pretty flower blooming on a tree while you both were out on a walk. He literally heard a squeak and then you were darting toward a tree. When he looked in the direction you darted in you were trying to jump to grab one of the flowers on its branches.

He walked over to you, and still, no matter how high you jumped, you couldn’t reach it. He giggled to himself as he said, “Which one are you aiming for Y/N?”

You said “The one on the tip of that branch.” It was a good jump away for you. But you weren’t a dancer with years of Taekwondo training.

He smirked as he said, “Okay jumping bean stand back.” You did and in one leap he snatched the flower off the branch. He walked over to you and put it in your hair. “I can’t decide which flower is more pretty.” He took a picture of you and said, “Hm this one,” He booped your nose and showed you the picture, “See?” You giggled and thanked him and you both kept on walking, since then that’s been your contact photo, the name it’s saved under being Flower.

“Of course you are, Lixie!” you answered.

“Oh thank god, Flower doesn’t lie so I’m good.” He grabbed his chest, as he slunk down.

Meanwhile, Hyunjin took Bin to the hall to talk.

He started off with.“Seungmin talked to the Psychiatrist. He told her the gist of the situation, and she said that after she talked to Y/N, she’d be discharged. They recommended that she doesn’t enter the house. At least not yet. It’s too big of a stress on her.”

“Ok, I figured that,” Bin said nodding as he carded his hand through his hair, thinking.

Hyunjin continued, “He talked with me and we wanted to know what you thought. Maybe you and Hannie switching houses with Seungmin and someone else if she wants somewhere familiar. If she wants her own place, maybe an apartment where you and Hannie, Lix, and Minho go with her. We figured you four wouldn’t want to leave her side either way.”

“Yeah, I’m not leaving her anywhere. Hmm. She’s too fragile to ask this question right now. Do we have a timeframe of when they are looking to discharge her?”

“No not really,” Hyunjin said.

“Okay, can you find that out for me? At least an estimation, I want to give her as much time as possible to be somewhat calmer. If she can’t make a decision I’ll take her somewhere with me, get her away where she can process a little. Thanks, Hyunjin.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Hyunjin said. When both of them went back inside they walked in on you starting to look a little more yourself. You were looking around and then looked at Bin.

“Hello Angel, how are you feeling?” Bin asked.

“M’good… But I want something.” You looked guilty which made him laugh.

“Let me guess….” He looked intently at you thinking…. “Hmmmm… you hungry?”

You nodded your head, “But not just anything…” You trailed off.

Seungmin knew that face… You have a craving. He’s thinking about how he is going to get you what you want without causing suspicion. Lately, it’s been for Felix’s brownies. There were a lot of questions he had to answer and luckily he knew exactly how to answer them.

Bin’s face scrunched up, “Craving?” he asked.

You nodded. The suspense is killing Seungmin, they could’ve been halfway to the car by now. “Let me guess,” Seungmin said.

Everyone looked at him, “Felix’s Brownies?”

You nodded at Seungmin. You weren’t panicking or anything. You have full confidence that he would protect your privacy.

Minho could tell something as he said, “How did you know that, Kim Seungmin?” He had a quizzical look about him as Seungmin smirked.

“Listen I know exactly how addicting those things are, they are the reason why I got yelled at by management before last comeback. I also know that she loves chocolate, so put two and two together.” Seungmin smirked.

“Ok…. so why are they at her house and not ours?” Minho asked, grinning like a cat that got the cream.

“You tell me what’ll survive longer at our house, Minho… Chicken shakes or Brownies?” He smirked eyes narrowing.

Minho said nothing and Seungmin said, “Exactly… My brownie stash is at their place, they had a better chance of surviving there, especially with Hyunjin’s bottomless pit of a stomach. All Birdie asked was that I brought a sacrificial pan for her.” He is lying through his teeth right now. All three were for you and he happily let you eat all of it in front of him, knowing you were probably lacking Magnesium. Of course, he wasn’t reckless, he’d check your sugar levels and would walk with you to keep them down.

Felix laughed as he said, “That’s why you had me bake five of them and only two were in the house the next day??”

Seungmin nodded, “Speaking of.” he thought for a second as he said, “We are down to how many, Birdie?”

You looked up at him and said, “Ok so first…. Did I mention you are so loved by me and your friendship means the WORLD to me…”

“Birdie? Out with it.”

“Half a pan, Minnie.” Seungmin’s jaw dropped, again, at completely known information already. He should get a performance award or something. “I have a weakness for delicious deserts and I am not above admitting that, can you go by the house and get it, Minnie?” Bin couldn’t find it in himself not to coo at you.

“You are so adorable it’s criminal. I can’t handle you.” He said absentmindedly as his shoulders slumped in acceptance.

“Am I so adorable that you’ll go with Minnie to get it?” You smiled wide, as if to make yourself more cute, not that you could to Binnie.

“Angel… I’m not comfortable leaving you...” Bin said.

“I knoooooooow but I’m really craving it. Please, Binnie” You did the cute eyes, the jutting lip… the same exact look that made his stomach do summersaults and his heart explode since he’s met you.

“Yah Angel, with the face, and the…” he took in a lungful of air. “Fiiiiiine fine fine. Okay, I’ll go, okay. Because you asked.”

You smiled at him and said, “Thank you thank you thank you!!”

The whole ride was not too bad, passed in silence mostly. Bin was gearing himself up to be in that house again. He’s learned a lot about Chan, the thing above all is to stay calm. He’s just wondering if that is even a possibility at this point. Just seeing him makes Bin want to put Chris’ face through the nearest brick wall. Yes, he knows it’ll take multiple times to get his head through it, and if there is one thing he knows, the wall will win, but Bin was damn sure going to try.

When they parked Bin was the first to say, “We go in… we get the snacks and we leave.” He said it more for himself than anything. As he opened the door he saw Chris which didn’t surprise him, being on the phone did.

He smirked up at Bin as he said, “Of course I didn’t mean it, I love you, Baby, you know that.”

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teardrops on my guitar | l.h

luke hemmings x songwriter!fem!reader

summary: your feelings for your friend go unnoticed, but one night you finally told the world how you felt through your music.

warnings: unrequited love :’(, luke is one oblivious mf !, crying, angst.

a/n: 5sos stans and luke people this one is for you !!! everyone say thank you to the slaysos gc for this beautiful idea. AND YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY TAYLORS SONG. i hope i executed it to your desires. enjoy all my loves !! lyrics will be italicized. feedback is appreciated.

a/n pt2 ALSO this is in no way to hate on sierra, i just couldn’t think of anyone else SO PLS DONT THINK I HATE HER I LOVE HER SM.

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(this feels kinda rushed but i still hope u guys like it.)

you and luke had been close since grade school, always attached at the hip. wherever he went, you were right there with him. so, when he introduced you to the members of his new band they were forming you made it your mission to be friends with all of them.

whoever luke is friends with, you had to be friends with. it was your law of nature. and by luck, you had to find out you were one hell of a songwriter so of course luke kept you close even as the band took off. often you’d help them with songs. and you grew even closer with the boys, especially calum, creating a very close bond with the boy. only to realize, you had some feelings growing up for your blond best friend.

you don’t know what made you realize that you were indeed falling in love with luke hemmings. maybe it was when he’d lean in too closely and your breath would hitch, taking in all of his beauty, or, it was all of the times he made you laugh without effort.

whatever it was, you were slowly falling for him.

and as you did, 5 seconds of summer took off and were now on tour. it was unreal to you how they gained success but you couldn’t be more proud of the people they were becoming.

while they were out chasing their dreams, you decided to dip your toes into the industry and started to write the songs for your debut album. most of the songs were ways to express your feelings, and once released you did pretty well. a couple of your songs even charged for a few weeks.

time was flying by, you were growing to success following behind your friends.

soon, it was time for their tour and they approached you with the idea that you could open for them. when you first heard of the idea, you declined it. but, calum eventually talked some sense into you

your friendship with calum was a bit unexpected, luke said you’d probably get along with ashton the best, but he was wrong. calum became your right-hand man (behind luke of course). so, after you declined the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity calum talked to you.

“you should reconsider” he started, and you just shook your head. “calum” “no, listen to me” he pointed at you, “you’re good at what you do, you’re talented so please just consider opening for us. they guys want you on your, i want you on tour, y/n.” you stood with your hands on your hips. “okay. fine, i’ll do it. but just for you.” calum grinned.

tour started. it was magical, you were going to places you had never imagined you’d be. it was wonderful, and you continued to thank calum for talking to you and reconsidering. you were able to spend months with your best friends and the boy you were head over heels with.

during soundcheck, the boys would always come to mess around while you sang, oftentimes acting out your songs or ashton would casually drum.

it was memories you’d never forget, from interviews across the world to sleeping in hotels you’d sworn you wouldn’t stay in again. but most importantly, it was fun. you and luke had been closer than ever, thick as thieves. and then, it was coming to an end.

the last stop of the tour, you prepared for your set. your outfit was extravagant compared to previous stops, you wanted to change it up and make it more special. you were about to go on, but luke stopped you. “y/n?” you turned around, and he smiled “you look beautiful. knock ‘em dead, gorgeous.” you felt your cheeks warm up, “thanks, lu. i’ll see you after”

after the show, you met with him and he grabbed you into his arms so quickly. “you did amazing! that was the best show i’ve ever seen!” he spun you around, and you laughed. “thank you so much! that was amazing. that crowd is wonderful. you guys will have an amazing show.”

then a week away become a month, a month into a few, and eventually it had been well over a year since all of you actually had time to be together.

it was hard, because not only did you miss you friends but you missed your best friend, the one you loved most.

later, all of you found yourselves living in los angeles and so naturally you all became close again. hanging out every other weekend, and going back to your regular antics. everything was going well for 5 seconds of summer and yourself. you had made a name for yourself in the industry, especially after opening for their tour. you always thanked calum for talking some sense into your thick skull.

but, the more you were around luke, the harder it was to hide your feelings for him.

“y/n?” you jumped, eyes wandering up, and found luke who was standing over you. “guys want coffee, wanna go with me?” you closed your journal, nodding “sure” you smiled.

so, you sat in the car with him in the usual traffic of los angeles, on your phone with light music playing from the radio. “i’ve missed you” he said, you looked up, raising your eyebrow “you saw me last week, lu” “no, like in all the time we were away. i missed you, a lot. it wasn’t the same without you” you smiled, “i missed you too. but hey, we’re together now and i don’t plan on leaving anytime soon”

the car fell silent after, you returned to your phone and luke focused his attention back on the road for some time. “how’s writing going?” he asked, you turned off your phone and let it rest in your lap. “good, i have about half of my songs written. just kinda going through a phase, no inspiration, yknow?” he hummed, “oh, yeah i do” he laughed, looking at you. you smiled back.

there it was, that beautiful smile.

“you’ll get there, it’ll come one day and you’ll be writing for hours. i know how you are” you laughed, luke raised an eyebrow. “you’d know, i learned from the best” luke laughed, shaking his head. “you are something, y/n/n” he teased, “whatever, you love it” you retorted.

“oh, i do love it, and you” luke replied.

for the rest of the day, it was all you could think about. it was such a small thing but you just couldn’t help but get butterflies whenever you thought about it. but then you noticed all the times he was slowly coming around more and how close he would be towards you.

at first, it was subtle. maybe his state would linger just a bit too long, or he’d sit unusually close to you when there was the whole rest of the couch open. then, he began to see you on days you weren’t working together or hanging out with your typical friend group.

then, he’d start to hold your lower back if the two of you were in a public place. you had a little too much to drink that night? he was the first to take you home and stayed with you until you were okay on your own. luke was always glued to your hip, always holding your hand while rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, or his hand resting on your back. it was such a 180 from his usual behavior

everyone around you was talking about how good of a couple you two would be. saying, ‘oh, my god, you guys are like perfect for each other!’

could he possibly like you back?

youngblood was charting number one, so what does one do when one reaches such an achievement? party. ashton decided to hold a party at his place and everyone he knew was invited, including you. luke was your ‘date’ so, he was by your side most of the night like any other get-together. but this night changed things, for the worse.

ashton approached you, luke, and calum with someone following him. “guys!” the man yelled over the loud music. “this is sierra, a new friend of mine. wanted to introduce her” calum shook her hand, saying hello, then she got to you.

she shook your hand smiling, “hi! i’m such a fan, your music is amazing. you’re also so pretty in person!” you smiled, returning her kindness. “thank you so much!” but, when she got to luke you saw his eyes light up.

sierra was a nice girl, very welcoming and sincere. plus, she was probably the prettiest woman you had ever seen. so, who wouldn’t want to know her better?

since that night, luke and sierra hit it off. she was at every gathering with the boys, eventually taking your place in luke’s heart. at first, it didn’t bother you. luke would still hang out with you on his own, he’d still check on you if you got too drunk. but it all started to disappear. luke got distant. but maybe it was you who was pushing him away, knowing you were no match for sierra.

then, it happened.

luke announced that he and sierra had made it official, they were dating now. the guys cheered and all congratulated him, you just stood there in silence. “y/n?” you blinked, coming back to reality. you flashed a smile, “congrats luke!” the blond grinned and hugged you but you didn’t return it.

it was only a matter of time before it just got worse. anytime you’d hang out with them luke was always bringing up sierra. “oh sierra this!” or “oh sierra does that too!” in the beginning, it didn’t bother you, you tried to suppress those feelings because he was now with someone else but it hurt. you couldn’t lie about that.

you wanted him to say that about you, you wanted luke to tell everyone how proud he was that you were his. you just wanted him to see you.

one day, luke asked if he could hang out with you just like the old days. you said yes, of course. so, the two of you sat on the sofa for hours talking about anything and everything.

“i’m proud of you, lu” he shook his head, “you should be proud of yourself too, you help us write it” you shrugged. “just happy to be apart of something as wonderful as that” you smiled.

“you seem happy” luke nodded, “happiest i’ve ever been, y/n/n” you were happy to hear that, his happiness was everything you wanted for him. “sierra..she’s just so amazing, y’know? like i finally got it right. i’m so in love with her.”

oh.

gathering at parties was even worse, he was always holding onto her like she was his most prized possession. so, you found yourself distancing yourself from the group.

calum was the first to notice this, and it worried his heart. you were his closest friend, what was going on in your mind to cause your sudden drift?

you huffed, throwing your pencil down and stood up from your seat, and headed to the door. the constant knocking was getting on your nerves. when you opened the door you saw calum. “cal? what are you doing here?” you asked. “we need to talk”

calum sat across from you on the sofa, his heart heavy with guilt. he said, “where have you been?” you shrugged, “well, calum, i have an album i need to finish so i’m sorry if i’ve been busy trying to wri-“ he cut you off, “no, it isn’t that. because if it was, you would want our help we always wrote as a team” he knew you were lying, calum knew you too well. maybe even better than luke knew you.

you knew it wouldn’t do any good to lie to him, you hesitated, picking at your fingernails. “it’s just..” you didn’t know how to word it properly and you didn’t want to sound crazy. “i love luke..” you finally said, calum laughed “we all love luke.” “no, calum i’m in love with luke” calum froze, his eyes going wide even though he probably knew it himself. “oh..” he whispered. it was all connecting now.

“so, i’m sorry if i’m a little distant now it just really fucking hurts to see someone i love with my entire heart with someone else, and yes i know i should’ve said something. but id rather have him in my life as a friend instead of losing him and never hearing from him.” you were getting a bit emotional now, so calum came closer and hugged you. “it’s okay” he said, rubbing your back. calum wasn’t the best at comforting people but he cared about you and he had hoped it was enough.

“it’ll be okay, just don’t shut me out, okay?” he pulled away to look at you. “you’re strong and you’ll figure this out, and i’ll be by your side for all of it” you nodded, wiping your eyes. “thank you, calum.” you smiled, he nodded. “of course”

after he leaves you sat there for a while, you were left with your emotions. you weren’t sure how long you were there just staring at the wall. you decided that the only way you could deal with your feelings was to write a song to help the feelings go away.

days passed, you went back and forth removing and adding lyrics to the song and eventually took out luke’s name, and inserted a mysterious ’drew’. you kept your songwriting journal close, especially when you were around calum. no one needed to see it, it was for your eyes only. it was just for you to cope with the pain.

eventually, you had finished the song but if you were going to add it to your album, you didn’t know. maybe it’s too personal, or maybe it just wasn’t good enough to be released. it was just for you.

you sat across from calum, tapping your finger against the leather couch of the recording studio and staring down at the book in your lap. “what’s on your mind?” calum proposed, you hummed looking up at him. “i finished a song, i think i’m gonna go to that open mic night and perform it. i haven’t been on stage in a while” you suggested. calum agreed, “i think that’ll be nice. i’ll be there” he grinned, which earned a laugh from you.

you entered the building with your guitar and looked around before finally spotting calum, he grinned walking to you and wrapping his arms around you. “you look great” you chuckled, “thanks, cal. and thank you for showin up” he nodded. “anything for you, i’m excited to see you perform again. it’s been a while” you hummed, “yeah, it has” you agreed, calum patted your back. “break a leg!”

you laughed, walking past him, and headed up the few steps to the small stage, opening the case and getting your guitar out.

“hi everyone” you smiled, sitting against the stool and looking at the small crowd in front of the stage and you saw calum smiling. “so, most of you guys know me, if not i’m y/n. i’ve been writing and performing music for some time now.” you lightly strummed some cords. “some of you may know i have an album coming out soon, but tonight i thought i’d share an unreleased song that i’ve just finished.” you smiled, meeting eyes of a couple of people. “so, yeah. i hope y’all enjoy”

drew looks at me i fake a smile, so he won't see that I want and I'm needing

everything that we should be.

i'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about and she's got everything that I have to live without

drew talks to me i laugh 'cause it's just so funny that i can't even see anyone when he's with me

he says he’s so in love, he’s finally got it right

i wonder if he knows he’s all i think about at night.

you take a breath, about to enter the chorus and then you spot him entering the room, with her. luke spots you, throwing a smile your way but you looked back at calum and continued singing even though you began to get choked up.

he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

the only thing that keeps me wishin' on a wishing star

he's the song in the car i keep singing, don't know why i do.

drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?

and there he goes, so perfectly

the kind of flawless I wish I could be

she'd better hold him tight, give him all her love

look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause

your eyes find luke in the crowd again, his arm wrapped around sierras shoulder, who, was also enjoying your performance.

(pretend y/n sang the whole song lol i didn’t feel like writing it all sorry)

so, I'll drive home alone as I turn off the light

i'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight

'cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart

he's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do he's the time taken up, but there's never enough

and he's all that I need to fall into

drew looks at me I fake a smile, so he won't see

everyone can tell what you’re singing about is coming from the heart and they’re giving you sympathetic looks. after you finish you quickly excuse yourself outside to take a breather “thank y’all” you smiled, standing up from the stool and leaving the stage as the crowed continued to applaud for you.

luke, for the first time in a while, notices something is wrong so he follows you out. not before cal intercepts, he could see that calum was kinda frustrated. luke asks “what’s going on? is y/n okay? she’s never done that” calum nods. luke sighed and asks “we’ll tell me! what happened?” calum says “think about the song she just sang and then ask her yourself.”

you were behind the building, pacing back and forth trying to stop the overflow of tears pouring from your eyes. “y/n?” you stopped in your tracks hearing the voice, you turned around and met with luke.

upon seeing your disheveled face, his eyes softened. luke asked, “are you alright?” you sighed, chewing on your lip. should you answer him honestly? or continue to lie, which you had gotten pretty damn good at for some time now.

“not really.” you answered. luke took a few steps closer to you and asks, “is that song about someone?” you nodded, but luke still couldn’t figure out why you never told him. he was your best friend since the two of you were just little kids. “why haven’t you told me? who is drew?”

you take a deep breath contemplating telling him, this would be the moment that changed everything. luke sees the hesitation and touches your arm “you can tell me anything you know that, y/n/n” he looks so earnest so you answer “it is about someone and i couldnt tell you because, well, it’s about you.”

luke falls silent, a wave of emotions coursing through his body. he starts to speak a couple times but stops before he can get an actual word out. “i wish you would’ve told me sooner.” luke had always been in love with you way before sierra came into the picture, maybe he just didn’t know how to show it properly. plus, he thought for sure you just saw him as a friend.

at this point, you were crying. tears falling rapidly as he was talking. he says,“do you know how many songs i’ve written about you? hell, you’ve even helped me write some of them.” he took a few steps closer towards you. do you remember when we wrote meet you there? i thought for sure you’d see right through it and know the truth. but you didn’t, and now..now i’m with sierra..” now he was beginning to tear up. “and i—i don’t know. i just wish i’d known sooner”

“luke..i..” you wiped your eyes, it was so hard for you to hear that when you had spent all your life with him only to lose him in the end. “i’m sorry.”

luke shook his head, “no, i’m sorry.”

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spicybutterfly · 9 months

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Moon Meeting

Summary: Of course, you would get your first menstrual cycle on a Monday, in the middle of class, during an algebra test, in front of your crush. Fortunately, that very same crush is there to save the day.

Pairing: nonidol!Jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: High school au, neighbors au, childhood friends au, angst, fluff

Rating: M (18+!)

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning/Tags: !Mentions of blood! (reader has her first menstrual cycle), explicit language, bullying

A/N: As per usual I proofread this myself so please excuse any mistakes!

*Disclaimer all characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persona or events is purely coincidental.*

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“Did you guys see what Noa posted on her Instagram story last night?!” Your best friend, Peri announced, coming to stand before you and your other best friend, Imani. The booming of her voice startled you, making you jump. With her mouth ajar, eyes widened, and eyebrows raised high, you imagined this is the exact face you made when you saw Will Smith slap Chris Rock across the face at the Oscars. How she had so much energy at seven in the morning was beyond you.

Both you and Imani watched as Peri raised her phone, the Instagram story in question already displayed on the screen. Beside you Imani gasped, covering her mouth with both of her hands.

“Omg, yes! So it's true? Theo really cheated on her?”

Peri locked her phone and tucked it away before responding. “I don’t know for sure, but that’s what it seems like. I believe it though, he definitely gives fuckboy vibes. I mean, did you see how touchy he was being with her best friend at the basketball game last week? He’s gross.” Her curls swayed as she shook her head disapprovingly.

Further down the hall, the sight of a familiar boy caught your eye, distracting you from the conversation. You watched as your longtime friend, neighbor, and crush, Jeon Jungkook strutted down the hall. Flashing his peers a pearly white smile as he passed, his dark brown, fluffy bangs bounced with every step.

With your attention now focused on the boy, the voices of your best friends soon faded into unintelligible murmurs. You probably looked just as hypnotized as those cartoon characters mesmerized by the scent of a freshly baked pie sitting on a windowsill.

It always amazed you how he could make your school’s overly bleak uniform look so attractive. There was not a wrinkle or crease on his white collared shirt and black uniform pants. His tie rested against his chest, tied neatly and securely. And, although it was nearing the end of the year, his school shoes looked like he’d just bought them yesterday.

The sight of his smile as he approached his friends all huddled around his locker awaiting his arrival made your heart flutter. He didn’t even need to say anything. All he had to do was walk down the hall and you were already a nervous wreck. He had you wrapped around his finger with not a clue in the world.

With how far away you were standing at your own locker you couldn't hear what he was saying to his friends, but from the way they all laughed it was obviously funny. You didn’t miss the way Ella, held onto his arm, covering his mouth as she chuckled the hardest. She grinned at him, tucking a piece of her long, black hair behind her ear.

Oh, Ella. How could you describe her?

Many of your peers would say she was pretty, smart, and well-liked. But you on the other hand liked to keep it simple. Ella was a bitch

For whatever reason unknown to you, Ella decided she would make your life a living hell. Since the day you all started high school together, bright-eyed and full of excitement, she’s had it out for you. From tripping you up in the halls or cafeteria, making you spill whatever was in your hands all over yourself, to knocking your things off your desk whenever she passed you in class. She’s always found a way to terrorize you.

Now, don’t misunderstand. You didn’t just take the abuse. Sure, the mere thought of confrontation made you queasy and anxious. But you always stood up for yourself, no matter how much your hands shook and your voice trembled.

“Ughh, I feel so sad for her, she doesn’t deserve that at all,” Imani expressed. “Is it bad that I kinda want to ask her about it, though? I mean, I know it’ll be weird because we’re not really friends but we do follow each other on Instagram.” She frowned, fingering the curly ends of her braids before tossing them back over her shoulder.

Peri shrugged. “I think ______, has a class with her.”

“Oh, yeah!” Imani called your name. “Has she said anything to you about it? Did you guys talk?”

You didn’t answer, too busy focused on Jungkook, now conversing with Hoseok and Seokjin. He rolled his eyes, pushing at Seokjin’s shoulder before grinning. He must’ve felt your gaze, turning away from his friends to look directly at you. Focusing his bright eyes on you, he smiled raising a hand to wave at you.

Your breath caught in your throat. It felt like your heart was going to beat out of its chest.

God, you were so whipped for this boy.

You smiled back at him equally as brightly, returning the wave before he thought you were a freak.

Your mood was quickly soured though. From beside him, Ella shot you a nasty glare. You kept eye contact for a few seconds before she rolled her eyes, turning away to whisper something to her friend. They then both turned back towards you, grimaces on their faces.

It took everything in your power to look away. As much as you wanted to show the pair, you disliked them just as much they disliked you, you didn’t have time for the drama. These past few weeks have been nothing short of exhausting. Your schedule was packed with back-to-back exams, homework keeping you up all hours of the night, and several oral presentations coming up in the near future. With so much going on, you simply did not have the mental capacity to entertain Ella and her mean-girl antics.

The sound of fingers snapping instantly removed you from your thoughts. “Earth to ______,” Peri grinned at you knowingly.

Beside you, Imani touched your arm. You turned towards her giving her your full attention. Concern was plastered all over her face. “Are you okay? You looked pretty spaced out there.”

“Oh, she’s more than fine,” Peri declared before you could answer. Bringing her thumb up, she gestured it backward over her left shoulder towards Jungkook and his groups of friends. Snitch. Next to you, Imani snickered, attempting to mask the sound with a hand over her mouth.

Instantly, you felt your face flush. Avoiding their gaze, you opted to twist at the charms on your bracelet.

“Don’t you get enough of him outside of school? You do live right next door to each other. And what about your nightly, romantic stargazing? What is it called again? Moon gathering,” Peri cooed making kissy faces at you.

“Moon meeting,” You corrected, rolling your eyes, listening to both of your best friends snicker.

You were still sour you’ve been missing your Moon Meetings with Jungkook. You hadn’t missed a single one since you both started doing them at the youthful age of six, nearly a decade ago.

You still remembered the day Jungkook came up with the Moon Meeting Idea. Both your moms damn near had a heart attack when they found you and Jungkook, on top of his roof, wrapped in blankets and sharing a tub of chocolate ice cream. Neither of you understood the problem, waving down at your bewildered parents with toothy grins on your faces.

After a stern scolding, and a long talk about safety your parents agreed to let you continue your Moon Meetings as long as they were supervised by your or his mother. It wasn’t until you were ten that your parents stopped supervising your meeting, trusting you to make the right decisions. Of course, they’d still check on you from time to time, bringing you snacks and blankets if the weather saw fit.

“Actually, I haven’t been to a Moon Meeting in the past two weeks, so,” you stated matter-of-factly.

“Oo, snappy.”

“Anyway,” you continued, ignoring Imani’s comment. “I’ve spent the last two weeks hunched over my desk studying for my stupid algebra test.” A sharp pain in your lower stomach made you grimace

Peri hummed, looked at Imani, and then back at you. “Any we don’t stargaze romantically. We talk and eat snacks. And watch movies occasionally."

“Right,” she nodded, drawing out the end of the word. From the look on her face, you could tell she didn’t believe you.

“Whatever,” you leaned away from your locker, readjusting the bag on your shoulder. “It’s 7:26, we have to get to class.”

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Chatter filled the room as the rest of your classmates filed in. Sitting idly at your desk, you watched the fish tank perched atop of the bookshelf. Your classroom pet, a clownfish cleverly named, Nemo swam around aimlessly. He poked and prodded at the colorful rocks at the bottom of the tank, mistaking them for food.

He was the only fish in his tank. Your class used to have another, also cleverly named, Marlin, but they didn’t get along. Marling constantly picked at Nemo. Biting at his fins, stealing his food, and smacking him with his own fins.

Besides your two best friends, you didn’t really talk to anyone else. You took solace in being alone. Too many social interactions rapidly drained your energy. It didn’t matter though, there weren’t too many of your classmates who an effort to get to know you anyway. Courtesy of Ella.

You and Nemo had a lot in common.

None of it bothered you though, you didn’t have anything to prove to anyone. Thus, while your peers conversed with each other, you sat patiently at your desk waiting for your teacher to arrive.

Of course, your least favorite class would be the one to start off your school day, and of course, you’d be taking a test in that very same class today—Algebra 1.

Math has always been a challenge for you. You’d never been the type to get excited about numbers and operations. And once they introduced letters into the formula, you completely checked out. Algebra is just a concept you simply did not understand. All the effort you put into the subject seemed to be pointless, as with each exam you take your score drops lower and lower. Maybe that’s the reason why your stomach has been hurting all morning. Just testing anxiety.

The sound of Jungkook calling your name came from behind you. Subconsciously, you sat up straighter, brushing out the creases in your uniform skirt. With that same bunny smile you loved so much, he rested against the desk next to yours, crossing his ankles.

“Hey, Bugs! I’ve missed you. It feels like we haven't hung out in forever.” Playfully, Jungkook pushed your shoulder, smiling gently at you. “Our Moon Meetings aren’t as fun when it’s just me.”

“Jungkook,” you groaned, pushing his hand away. “I told you not to call me that.” He smiled down at you, letting you continue.

“I’ve missed you too,” you confessed, before licking your lips. Suddenly, your mouth felt as dry as the Sahara Desert. With your eyes downcast, you missed the way Jungkook’s eyes intently followed the movement.

“My test scores in this class haven’t been the best so, my mom has been making me spend nearly all of my extra free time studying.”

Besides this class, and occasionally passing each other in the halls, your Moon Meetings are the only real time you have together. With Jungkook’s packed soccer schedule and you working four days a week and maybe more at your part-time job, there was really no extra time to spend together.

“Damn Bugs, that sucks. You know I have a B in this class, I can help you study.” You could hear the pride in his voice.

You popped your head up, staring at him with widened eyes. “You have a B in algebra?”

“Yeah!” Noticing your shocked expression he continued. “What I can’t be good at math or something,” he pouted, lower lip jutted out.

Your eyes widened. “No! I just meant-”

“Well that’s rude, ______,” Ella interrupted, standing next to Jungkook. “Our Jungkookie is very smart. And, apparently, he’s better at math than you.”

Taken aback, you stared at her in disbelief. Where the fuck did she even come from? You swear she was like a constant dark cloud looming over you just waiting to ruin your day. Just as you were about to open your mouth to respond, Jungkook spoke up before you could reply.

“C’mon Ella, that’s not necessary. ______ and I joke around with each other like that all the time. She obviously meant no harm.”

“This conversation has nothing to do with you anyway,” you defended yourself, returning the rotten scowl she was sending you.

Ella arched her manicured eyebrow. “Hmpt,” she shrugged, sending a smirk your way before strutting over to her desk. Gosh, you couldn’t stand her.

Jungkook sighed. “I don’t know what her problem is.” He shook his head, wiping his palms down the front of his pants.

“I don't see how you’re even friends with her. I mean, you two are nothing alike.” You don’t mean to sound so possessive but it’s true. Jungkook and Ella were the complete opposites. Jungkook was good Ella was evil. Jungkook was an angel, Ella was the devil, simple.

The look on his face turned sheepish. You watched quietly as Jungkook scratched the back of his neck before answering. “I don’t know about friends. She’s more like a pain in my neck. All she does is follow the guys and me around all day. It’s actually pretty annoying.” You hummed, pursing your lips.

“Good morning, everyone,” the firm voice of your algebra teacher, Mrs. Lee, rang out in the room. Her blunt-cut bob swayed with every movement as she strode across the front of her classroom toward her desk. Authority radiated from your teacher as she silently stood at her desk waiting for her class to settle down. Around you, your peers quieted down scurrying to their assigned seats.

“Good luck!” Jungkook shoot you two thumbs up. “I know you’ll do good!” With that he made his way to his own desk, waiting for further instructions.

One by one, Mrs. Lee called you all up to put away your phones and assign you a calculator and a formula sheet. The pain in the lower part of your stomach grew stronger. You were really nervous about this test.

After Mrs. Lee passed out the final test paper, she stood behind the podium. “Did everyone receive a test paper?” A chorus of yeses was heard. Mrs. Lee smiled.

“Good. As per usual, there is absolutely no talking, assisting others, or usage of any device besides your calculator during this test. If you are caught breaking any of these rules your test will be terminated and will result in an automatic zero. Please refer to your formula sheet, guys,” Mrs Lee sighed. “I’ve provided you with one for a reason. And take your time, there’s no need to rush, you have the whole class period to finish. Good luck, don’t let what you’ve learned be in vain.”

Mrs. Lee glanced down at her expensive-looking wristwatch. Anxiety filled you as you awaited her next words. "You may start.”

At Mrs. Lee’s confirmation, you and all of your classmates flipped open your packets and began your test.

Here goes nothing.

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It had been forty-five minutes since you started your test and you were in excruciating pain. This was definitely not testing anxiety. Your stomach has never hurt this bad before, and you were dreading the possible reason it could be. Please don’t let this be what I think it is. Please, please, please.

Readjusting your legs into a more comfortable position in hopes to relieve some pain, you felt your worst nightmare come true. A gush of thick liquid rushed out of your nether region. Immediately your eyes widened. Oh shit! No, no, no, no, no, no!

Panicked, you felt your hands shaking as you hurried to finish the question you were on. There were at least ten left, but there was no way you could bear the pain or the messy feeling of your blood-soaked panties any longer. Tears had already begun to prickle your eyes. Gosh, why today?! Why this class?! Why me?!

Wiping your eyes before a stray tear could fall you, stood up from your seat. Squeezing your thighs together, you walked as stiffly as you could to avoid any further damage. Your desk was only a few feet away but felt like it took forever to reach Mrs. Lee. Silently, her hawk–like gaze remained on you the entire time, her eyebrows pinched in question.

Your test papers wobbled lightly as you placed the packet on her podium. You cleared your throat before you spoke. “M-may I go to the restroom, please? It’s an emergency.”

“Now? Why didn’t you go before-”

“Mrs. Lee,” you interrupted her scolding. “I thi- I started my period. My stomach hurts really, really bad and I don’t have any um sanitary supplies.”

A look of realization crossed Mrs. Lee’s face as she registered your words. “Oh honey, I’m so sorry!” She kept her voice low, ensuring you were the only one who could hear her. “I’ll write you a pass to the nurse.” She rushed to her desk leaving you to stand alone.

Her words were like a trigger, causing the lump in your throat to grow thicker. You swallowed, trying to ease the discomfort. It felt like your nose was full of cotton as you sniffled between breaths. You could feel yourself continually leaking into your underwear. Please hurry up, Mrs. Lee.

“Ew! What the hell!”

It felt like time had stopped. You didn’t dare turn around, already knowing who the voice came from

“Ella!” Mrs. Lee snapped finally finishing her signature at the bottom of the pass, giving the girl a stern look.

“Seriously, ______. Are you just going to stand there and bleed all over the place? Go get a tampon!”

Your breath hitched at her words. There was no doubt everyone’s attention was now on you. You could nearly feel the stares of your classmates pierce your back. Your body was hot all over with embarrassment. You couldn’t move, instead, you stood frozen in shock.

Someone snorted behind you. This time a more profound voice was heard.

“Gross, she even got it in the seat!”

Roars of laughter filled the once silent classroom. The pounding in your ears muffled the sounds around you, virtually drowning out the mocking laughter and Mrs. Lee’s panicked voice demanding them to stop.

Oh, fuck this.

Solely focused on your escape, you missed the concerned voice of Jungkook calling out to you. You swung the door open, rushing out of the classroom.

The harsh sounds of your breathing echoed throughout the empty halls. Tripping over your feet with how fast you were walking, you shoved the door to the girl’s bathroom open, barreling into the first empty stall in sight. It wasn’t until you were secured behind the locked door, slumped against the defaced wall, that you finally let yourself break down.

Your body shook with the force of your cries. Snatching the toilet paper from the dispenser, you struggled to wipe away your tears with how fast they were falling. Your nose was completely stuffy now, ensuring the only way for you to breathe was through ragged open-mouthed pants

Of course, this would be the experience of your first menstrual cycle. Of freaking course. This was all Ella’s fault. There wasn’t a violent bone in your body, but you wanted to punch her right in the throat.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open interrupted your panicked thoughts. Swallowing, you pressed your lips together, trying your hardest to suppress the harsh sounds escaping your mouth. Sure, your entire class has seen you covered in your own period blood, but you didn’t want to add to the embarrassment by having someone know you were crying in a bathroom stall. How lame.

Wiping your eyes, you flinched at the roughness of the toilet paper tugging at the skin underneath your eyes. You clutched the wad of used tissue in your hand.

Confused, you stared at the stall door as if you could see through the solid. You know there was someone else in there with you, but you didn’t hear any movements. It wasn’t until you looked down that you noticed the pair of shoes right outside of the stall you were in.

A knock sounded on the door, followed by a gentle voice calling out to you. “Bugs?”

“Ju-Jungkook,” you croaked eyebrows furrowed. What the hell was he doing in the girl’s bathroom? Through the crack between the door and the wall of the stall, you could see the boy standing on the other side. A calmness was radiating from him.

“Could you open the door? I have something for you.” When you made no movements he spoke again.

“Please?”

You wiped your face again before smoothing your shirt and readjusting your skirt, despite all that's happened, still wanting to present your best self to him You hoped your eyes weren’t as puffy and red as they felt.

Slowly, you twisted the metal lock, opening the door for Jungkook. You kept your eyes cast down, staring at a scuff mark next to his foot.

“Here.” A black uniform skirt, pair of black cotton panties, a sanitary pad, and a travel-size pack of baby wipes obstructed your view of the dusty bathroom floor. Once again, you stood frozen staring at the items in his hands. When you didn’t immediately take them from him he spoke again.

“I got them from the nurse. She assured they'd never been warned. I didn’t know your size, so I just guessed.” Carefully you took the items from his hands. Hoping your face remained neutral when your fingers brushed over his, you secured the items in your arms. You swear a shock ran through you. Jungkook was truly an angel sent from above.

You cleared your throat before you spoke. “Thank you, Jungkook.” The expression came out hoarse and dry. Ignoring the roughness of your voice, he smiled and nodded. “I’ll be out there,” he reassured, pointing a thumb towards the bathroom door.

You cleaned yourself the best you could with the few baby wipes you had. The panties you wore, which were your favorite pair from Victoria’s Secret PINK might you add, were completely ruined. You wrapped them up with the bathroom’s flimsy paper towels. It stung a little when you had to throw them away in the trashcan.

You stuffed your soiled, khaki uniform skirt in the trashcan as well. It sported a large blood stain where your butt would be. You knew your mom wouldn’t mind though. You had more uniforms skirts than you could count.

Standing at one of the three bathroom sinks, you washed your hands clean of any remnants from your accident. You avoided looking at yourself in the mirror. You were feeling incredibly self-conscious and had no intentions of making it worse with the sight of your swollen eyes and stuffy nose. Rather, you wet a few paper towels, and dabbed lightly at your face, focusing on the tender skin around your eyes and nose. You felt a whole lot better, though the cramping in your stomach was still incredibly painful.

True to his word, Jungkook stood outside of the girl’s bathroom waiting for you to come out. He wore a look of concern as he watched you stand before him.

“The skirt looks good. Like it fits goods.” Choosing not to think too hard about his choice of words you nodded, looking down at the skirt in question. Jungkook didn’t do too badly with the sizing. It was a little snug, but it would do until you went home.

It was silent for the next few seconds, neither of you not really knowing what to say in the next moment. Wordlessly, Jungkook opened his arms, asking for a hug. You could melt with how adorable he looked.

Without a second thought, you fell into his embrace. Like magic, the worries and the stress from the day began to melt away. There was a strong sense of security that emerged from being wrapped in Jungkook’s arms.

“Are you okay, Bugs,” Jungkook whispered, his cheek resting atop your head. Slowly, he rocked you both from side to side. Tears began to prickle in your eyes again. You were okay now that you’ve cleaned up and somewhat composed yourself. But what about later? What about when you go online and see everyone talking about what happened? What about tomorrow and then the next day and then the next, until something juicer happens for everyone to talk about? Sure you were okay now, but you don’t know about later.

Jeez, these hormones were really getting to you.

Rather than burdening him with your troubles, you kept your answer short and simple. “Mhmm,” you nodded, your words muffled from pressing your face against his chest. “Just a little embarrassed.”

“Hey,” Jungkook pulled away, forcing you to look up at him. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Periods are completely natural.” You groaned covering your face with both you’re hands. “You sound like my mom.”

“It's true!” He giggled as pried your hands away. “Seriously though, you shouldn’t be embarrassed. But I know that’s easier said than done.” You nodded, listening to his words. “Everyone in there who laughed at you are a bunch of immature, idiots with worms for brains. And if they say any slick shit to you, I’ll beat them up, okay?”

“Okay,” you giggled, bumping your fist against his outstretched one.

“Good,” he smiled, that same bunny smile you loved so much. “Come on,” he declared taking your hand, leading you down the hall when you intertwined your finger with his. “I texted your mom and let her know what happened. So, she should be almost now. Oh! And I left your bag and your phone with the lady in the front office. There’s also some pain reliever up there for you.” You felt yourself grin at his words. He was such a sweetheart.

“Thank you, Jungkook, for everything. I really don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”

He bumped his shoulder with yours. “Of course, Bugs. You know I got you. But you do have to promise me something.”

“What?”

“Moon Meeting tonight? If you aren’t in too much pain.” Smiling down at you, he awaited your response. Sighing in mock annoyance, you playfully rolled your eyes. “Yes, Jungkook.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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Yandere NCT U: Other member notices his yandere behavior (From Home unit)

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WARNINGS: Stalking; violence; murder; toxic/abusive relationships.

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AN: NCT U - From Home unit. Hope you guys enjoy it 💖

Taeil

Taeil keeps swiping the pictures on his gallery, slightly angeling the phone to the left so that Kun can see the new MV’s set pictures he took earlier that day but accidentally ends up swiping too fast, the screen inadvertently shows a familiar girl sleeping in a bed, the picture quality is low as it was taken during night time but it’s clear that it’s Y/N, the new hairstylist from SM.

Taeil almost drops his phone to the ground, quickly attempting to block the phone from Kun’s sight, a small swear leaving his lips as he nervously glances at his friend. How could he be so damn careless?

“Was that Y/N?” Kun perplexedly asks, trying to sneak back at the screen while Taeil erratically tries to change the image.

“No! It wasn’t her!” Taeil tries to lie, but Kun’s face says he doesn’t believe it. Instead he turns to the door yet Taeil is quicker in grabbing his arm and pushing him back into the room, making Kun stumble over him, both bodies bumping into each other with force.

“Please, Kun, you can’t tell her about this!” Taeil implores, trying to force Kun to listen to him but Kun shooks him off, an almost angry expression in his face. “Have you lost your mind? You can’t be doing these types of things!”

As Kun leaves the room, Taeil is left alone, scared of Kun revealing what he did.

Yuta

Yuta tiredly enters the apartment, throwing his black hoodie to the ground and harshly dropping his body to the couch. “How was the club?” a voice echoes through the space as Yuta looks at the open kitchen space. Taeil stands next to the counter, preparing break-fast with a lively aura all over him. Yuta groans, rubbing his face to keep the sleep away. He only has 30 minutes before having to show up to work and if he falls asleep now, then he’s sure he won’t be able to wake up.

“Didn’t go to a club last night. I was following Y/N. Obviously." He states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, barely reacting when a very shocked Taeil drops a plate of food to the ground from how surprised he is, his voice shaking as he questions Yuta. “What?! You were following her? You were stalking her the entire night?”

Yuta barely gives him a reaction, as he closes his eyes and drops his head to the pillows. “Yeah, so? At least, I got to see her.” He slowly drifts off to Taeil speaking about how wrong his actions are, falling asleep after an entire night of following you around town while you were with your friends.

Meanwhile the older boy stares at Yuta sleeping, trying to think when Yuta started being such a creep towards you and how the hell did things go so wrong.

Kun

Kun gives you a stern stare to which you can’t help but cower under his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Kun. I promise I’ll call you the minute I get out of college tomorrow, I won’t forget about it!” you shamefully promise, your head lowering as you’re unable to stand your ground from the extreme disappointment emanating from Kun. Next to Kun, is Doyoung who watches the whole conversation with wide eyes.

“Kun, her college is only 5 minutes away from our dorms and it’s still day time. I don't think it's that serious.” he tries to intervene, only to be immediately shut down by his friend. “No, Doyoung. You don’t understand, I need to be sure that she’s safe at all times and I don’t want any more delays, okay?” Kun directs his attention from Doyoung to his, his eyes expectating an confirmation from you.

You silently nod your head, muttering a small yes. Kun doesn’t seem satisfied enough with your response, his lips forming a thin line. “If you do this again, then no more coming alone from college for you, got it?” he threatens, making you start apologizing all over again for your stupid mistake and assuring Kun that you will obediently stick to his rules.

Afterwards, both you and Kun go out to have lunch while Doyoung keeps replaying the scene over and over in his head, not being able to understand Kun’s overprotective actions.

Doyoung

“So, how’s college going? And how’s that best friend of yours, was it Jessica?” Yuta asks you while you both wait for Doyoung to come back from the restroom. At her mention, you nervously twist your fingers on your lap, eyes quickly glancing at the restroom door. “Actually, we’re not friends anymore.” you quietly answer, hoping Yuta would change the subject, knowing that if Doyoung heard you talking about your old friend he’d be upset. To your dismay, Yuta lets you a loud gasp, a dramatically shocked expression adorning his face as he stares at you.

“Damn, how come? I thought the two of you were like glue. I even remember Doyoung saying that you two were completely inseparable. What happened?” His words make your heart feel empty as you remind the time when you were indeed inseparable yet now you don’t talk anymore.

“I don’t know, Doyoung made me realize that she was actually a bad influence on my life. That’s all.” You carefully explain, giving him a subtle signal that you don’t want to keep talking about it. Instead of understanding your hint, Yuta keeps insisting on this matter with an almost indignant tone.

“And how come Doyoung is the one making all the decisions for you?” Yuta questions you, looking at you like you’ve gone crazy. You open your lips to answer but a voice intervenes before you have the chance to speak.

“Because Doyoung is her boyfriend and he knows better than to let his girlfriend wander around with some hypocrite fake friends.” Besides the table, stands a very annoyed Doyoung whose dark eyes literally send daggers to Yuta. He holds out his hand to you, not even sparing you a glance as you rush to stand and grab his hand back, all of this as Yuta observes you with a surprised expression.

Doyoung gives your hand a small but firm squeeze and speaks out to Yuta, his face matching his voice. Calm yet powerfully superior. “And I’d prefer if you stayed out of my personal life, Yuta. Y/N’s life is no one’s concern except me.” Doyoung concludes, walking towards the exit as you hurry up to keep up with his fast pace.

Meanwhile, Yuta is left behind, completely shocked to see his friend’s new dark side, something he managed to keep hidden for all this time.

Renjun

“Okay, then how about tomorrow? Or Tuesday?" Haechan tries to reschedule a small hang out with Renjun, only to be met with another vigorous head shake. Haechan lets out a frustrated groan while Renjun ignores the boy, his attention uniquely on his phone as he keeps texting you.

He doesn’t so much as spare a glance to his friend, who keeps walking back and forth around him, trying to catch his attention for some “boys time out” as he claimed.

“Bro, just because now you have the girlfriend of your dreams, doesn’t mean you can ditch us!” Haechan hisses, disdain all over his voice as he observes Renjun smiling softly at his phone, completely oblivious to Haechan and his whines.

“Will you stop texting her for one minute?! You’re always either with her or talking to her! Doesn’t she get tired of it?” Renjun’s expression goes dark for a moment as he catches Haechan’s word, his hand tightly clenching around the phone, giving Haechan a raging look that scares the boy.

“She will never get tired of me! Never! She’s my girlfriend and I’m not letting her get tired of me, never. I won’t allow it, no matter what I have to do. Now go bother someone else.” Renjun’s behavior is so unlike himself that leaves Haechan scared of him, quickly leaving his room and wondering about the true nature of your relationship. Maybe he should warn you about Renjun’s sudden strange behavior.

Haechan

Haechan and Chenle keep talking, their eyes absorbed on the TV screen in front of them as they watch the football game. Chenle dips his hand into the chip’s bag, chewing the food, listening to his friend blabbering about his crush on you.

“And to be honest, I love her so fucking much that I’d kill for her, literally.” Haechan’s crude words make Chenle choke on the food as he glances at the boy sitting next to him with a shocked expression. Haechan taps his back, unaware of the weird looks Chenle was giving him. “What do you mean you’d kill for her? Don’t even joke about that, dude.”

“I’m being honest.” Haechan merely shrugs it off, his face completely normal as if he just hadn’t declared that he'd perform a crime for you. “I’d do that and much more. Jezz, now that I think about it, there’s nothing I wouldn't do for her.” he continues, unaware of the cold pit forming on Chenle’s stomach. Never once Chenle thought Haechan would even consider such things, he couldn’t believe Haechan was actually considering crossing such boundaries for you.

Haechan notices the odd look on the younger boy’s face and quickly tries to amend his words. “Look, if you love someone then you’re supposed to do anything and everything for them, no exceptions.”

His tone is so sincere and passionate that Chenle starts doubting himself. Afterall, there was some truth to his words, right? All the movies and books say the exact thing, you are supposed to do everything for your loved one.

Maybe Haechan was right afterall.

Chenle

“Bro, what the hell is this?” Renjun's voice snaps Chenle out of his trance. The male slowly turns his head to the side, already planning to ignore whatever weird comment Renjun was about to throw until he notices that Renjun was staring at something on his laptop, where he kept his - oh, shit.

With a panicked yelp, Chenle jumps from his bed, running to close his laptop screen. But the damage was already done with Renjun giving him an almost frightened look. “Look, it’s not what it looks like, I promise.” His weak attempt to mask his actions is harshly cut off by his friend. “Does she know about this? I- We all know you have a crush on her but this is just wrong, Chenle! You can’t just spy on her and violate her privacy!”

Chenle feels his hands start to sweat as Renjun keeps rambling about how wrong his behavior is and how he’s not supposed to do it. Pretending to accept all of Renjun’s critics until a certain sentence ruins all of his hopes of him letting this slide.

“... and Y/N needs to know about this. I’m going to tell her and you need to apologize and-” Renjun is abruptly cut off as he falls unconscious on the floor, a small puddle of blood starting to gather around his head, staining the white floor.

Next to him, Chenle stands completely immobile with the porcelain figure on his hands. Taking a deep breath, he starts to push Renjun’s body into the floor’s carpet. He won’t let anyone get between him and you. Not even his closest friends.

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#@yankpop #yandere nct #yandere nct reactions #yandere nct u #yandere haechan #yandere yuta #yandere kun #yandere renjun #yandere chenle #yandere doyoung #yandere taeil #yandere kpop #nct yandere

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theshippirate22 · 10 months

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some things said by my mother while watching stranger things out of context (have fun trying to figure out wtf she’s talking about:

-that kid looks like the kind that would steal your shovel in the sandbox

-HEY! it’s my sandbox kid!

-who the hell is noah there’s not a kid named noah

-um is that guy gonna kill him? also why is he so gross.

-like seriously has he heard of a brush. or a shower. or standards of any kind.

-wow it’s a good thing they have a medical level sedatives in the house

-that guy is evil. i know he’s evil. he’s nice. WAIT does he die????

-i can’t believe you let him die

-*awkward laugh* you’re a predator

-is that a. werewolf romance novel. wow that’s the sound of all my respect for you disappearing

-wait does the sandbox kid have teeth

-he’s like WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY KID IS AN EMO

-the greatest villain of all time. a white man who thinks he knows stuff

-i don’t know what Harrington’s problem is. clearly Sanbox is ready to fight in the netherworld. he’s got a hand towel and a snorkel

-i mean, he is a pretty good babysitter

-that guy scares me and also is he drunk

-yeah i’ve been to that mall. i was alive in the 80s remember

-i’m sorry how long have their kids been missing

-okay so his dad hits him. that’s just an explanation not an excuse shut up

-you can tell it’s the 80s because they could afford a BUCKET of meat

-eating all the candy and getting fat? is he you?

-THAT MAN IS TIRED!1!!!1 It has been like four days and he hasn’t slept once and also the only shower he took is when they sprayed him with a literal hose to get off the radioactive gunk. goo, if you will

-Fun daddy/daughter activities in your area! closing the portal to hell

-I TOLD YOU D’ART WAS HIS FRIEND THEYRE 3MUSKETEERS BUT LIKE THERES TWO OF THEM

-I’m planning you a birthday party. and guess what? i did all the planning and made you be born on the same day as the bowlcut kid. we can have an eggo waffle bar

-you know what? The Thing™️ isn’t ugly yet. maybe it’s because he’s a 12 year old but still

-okay great? you tranked him? he’s still gonna be in trouble when he goes home without you

-um that’s not her dad right? why does he care so much

-i don’t know why you like him. he looks like a kicked puppy half the time. what do you mean that’s why you like him? i’m putting you back in therapy

-i’m sorry how old is the kid supposed to be? 17? why did they chose an actor that was a Man™️

-that’s how i felt the first time i took you driving. and i wasn’t even bloody and concussed.

-button up your shirt hotshot you’re embarrassing me

-oh that’s a BAD word

-i know you’re on a LOT of narco right now which is why i’m going to excuse the ten minute rant about the police guy. but can we please unpause it

-dang those officers have seen some STUFF. unfortunately, only the black one has learned from the past. the white one is just a miracle of science that he’s still alive

-SHUT UP ABOUT SEASON 3 WE’RE NOT THERE YET

-is that ted danson?? you love ted danson!!1!!1 wait. it’s not ted danson is it

-they actually can’t just murder people and then make it okay by playing the ghostbusters theme

-is he referencing star wars again?? i’m gonna start copyrighting them just because i’m annoyed

-that thing is kinda cute. oh it’s evil?…. it’s still cute

-what is with this show and spiders?? my heavens

-soooo the jabberwockies are like- wait, what’s it called? oh right demogorgan

-does Sandbox have a name? well he’s my favorite and i’m gonna call him Sandbox anyway

#stranger things #steve harrington #dustin henderson #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #karen wheeler #max mayfield #jim hopper #joyce byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair

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thisdiscontentedwinter · 1 year

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TLDR: Some bullshit drama

Well then. This has been a long time coming.

Some of you might have noticed that we removed the three cowritten fics we’d posted with Twisted Mind, aka Queerfictionwriter. Without getting too much into the reasons behind that, except to say that we’re both much happier without such toxic behaviours in our lives, the fallout has unfortunately been public.

Because Twist then reuploaded those three fics, without our permission. She has made no attempt to contact us to gain that permission, even though she has both our emails.

Here’s the author’s note from one of the fics. It’s the same author’s note on all three.

Let’s leave aside the fact that posting someone else’s words without their permission (and attribution is not the same as permission) is an incredibly shitty thing to do. For a moment, let’s look at the “recreating what was lost to the best of my ability.”

Fact check: When you delete a fic, AO3 sends every contributor a copy. There’s no “recreation” involved.

As you can see, when Bunnywest deleted A Stranger Comes to Town, Winter received a notification and the downloaded fic.

Likewise, nobody has to remember what collections they were in... because they’re right there?

As an aside, we have to admit we found it strange that Twist was so concerned about putting the fics back into any collections, given this is her policy on collections:

Interesting.

Anyway, please disregard all that nonsense about recreation, but please do enjoy the awkward moment when a helpful commenter suggested the Wayback Machine and Twist had to admit that “luckily” she had copies:

So lucky. Moving on.

In addition to our words being posted without permission, so was the artwork that Winter made for the stories. Is it good artwork? Hell, no, but it’s still Winter’s.

For the record, we would have zero problem if Twist wanted to repost these fics with Bunny and Winter’s contributions removed. Google Docs records all edits made in docs, and we have offered to provide her with her sections if she doesn’t remember which ones she is responsible for. Now while legally Twist might be in the clear to repost our words without our permission, thanks to Joint Copyright, we think we can all agree it’s against all fandom etiquette—and just generally a shitty thing to do, even with attribution.

Please enjoy reading this post of Winter’s that Twist reblogged, where a fic writer had posted someone else’s words and thought it was okay because they attributed the original author.

https://queerfictionwriter.tumblr.com/post/190597784626/and-we-have-some-plagiarism

And feel free to note the tags she added:

We can only assume the same rules of fandom etiquette don’t apply to her.

Okay, so this is all fandom bullshit, right? You’re saying it, and trust us, we’re saying it too. Who the fuck even cares about this, or the performative theatre taking place in Twist’s comments section? It’s so fucking stupid, and yes, you’re right! We had zero intent of getting involved in this bullshit, trust us. We were done. But that was before Twist took it beyond fandom.

So here’s where we look at the end note that Twist added to the reuploaded fics:

No dogpiling, huh? Well, since it’s a sensible social media policy for professional authors not to call out reviews, we won’t mention exactly what Twist did, but we’re sure you can guess. And yes, there are screenshots that tie those Amazon reviews to at least two of Twist’s close friends. But we won’t be posting them publicly since, unlike some people, we don’t just say “no dogpiling” and then point people in the direction to do it, we actually mean it.

They know who they are. Which is honestly probably punishment enough.

So no, Bunny and Winter will not be sharing the details of Twist’s toxic behaviour that took place over a long period of time in private spaces (but boy does Winter have a funny story about a computer keyboard!). But we will leave you to make up your own mind about someone who would take some irrelevant fandom bullshit and use it as the motivation to launch a spiteful attack on someone’s actual career.

And for those of you who are currently friends with Twist and can’t even recognise the person we’ve written about here, we know. We’ve been where you are now. Reach out in a few years, because that’s how long it seems to take everyone for the penny to drop. When someone mentions that they can’t maintain a friendship and that in the past people have ghosted her, it pays to remember that there might be a very good reason for that, and you’re only getting half of the story.

To the flying monkeys who are posting spite reviews on Amazon though, please don’t ever reach out. You are all allegedly adults—two of you are teachers—and here you are playing middle school games with someone’s career. We wish you nothing but karma.

In the meantime, and somewhat ironically, we’ve met a lot of lovely people through Twist. We’re leaving her toxicity in the past, but we’re keeping them.

Thanks for them, at least, Twist. They make it worth it.

#fandom bullshit

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commander-gloryforge · 7 months

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THE GANG'S ALL HERE!

Please welcome: Operation Copyright Infringement Turned Violent.

or, the worlds worst found family, a ragtag group of mercenaries and lost souls following one grumpy asura into chaos.

starting off with Jopp ("Boss" "Captain" "Jopping") who put this group together in the first place.

he/him, 46 years old, asuran thief, inquest, grumpy as hell, hired a couple of mercenaries from all over tyria to get revenge on his inquest rival, who's been stealing all of his ideas for the past 20 years or so

Ayili ("Ay"), the first to join Jopp in his adventures together with their twin.

they/them, 16 years old, sylvari mesmer, formerly nightmare court, violent and mean and horrible but they used to be worse. joined the nmc when they were maybe 4 or so, left during the campaign against mordremoth and has been trying to redeem themselves ever since by doing "community work" with their twin.

Iliya ("Il"), joined along with their twin Ayili.

they/them, 16 years old, sylvari revenant, preacher of ventaris teaching. has always had a strong connection to the dream, unlike their pod twin. welcomed ayili back in an instant, gentle, smart, filled with nothing but love for their kind and their twin.

Enika Thunderborn ("Child of the Storm" "Prince of Thunder"), looking for work after her crew was no longer safe.

she/they, 18 years old, norn engineer, pirate, strong, wild, knows her worth. child of two famous pirates, last survivor of her crew after the attack on lions arch. joined another crew after, but things got- out of hand. thinks jopp is funny because hes so fucking small lol

Lucien ("Luc" "The Lost"), last to join the group because his auntie told him to get a job.

he/him, ??? years old, human elementalist, priest of ???, a sad wet cat if ive ever seen one. came crawling out of a cave a couple of years ago, doesnt remember much except for his name and the fact that hes a follower of some god, cant really tell you which one though. was taken in by a priesthood of dwayna, but they kind of kicked him out because he was a bit useless to them.

#all of these people are criminals except for iliya and i can respect that #dios ocs #copyright infringement crew #idk thats their temporary tag ig #jopp #ayili of night #iliya of night #enika thunderborn #lucien the lost #guild wars 2 #gw2 #gw2 oc

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h0eznth · 1 year

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little white gift

pairing: shuntaro chishiya x fem!reader

genre: fluff, outside of the games

warnings: divorced parents of reader, established relationship, heaps of fluff

wc: 981

a/n: all copyright claims go to stayrachas-blog. reposting or translating is prohibited. liking and reblogging is encouraged and welcomed. please follow by the standard tumblr guidelines.

you and the 'game' crew had decided to go to your mother's place for christmas. she had bought a house down in australia for the hot chritmases and for the fun of it. there were beaches just down the road from her house, cafes and scenic walks close buy - it was a convinience to everyone. not to forget your father and his partner had bought a place down in australia as well with the agreement of living in the same state, so when you came to visit you could spend time with both of them during your stay.

you had gotten a mixer for christmas. your mum always found you liking music, and so did everyone else - so when christmas time came around, they whole team was on board with the plan to buy you something you could pursue your thoughts with.

of course, setting it up was always gonna be a hassle. even though it was an hour past midnight and people were still exchanging gifts, you were sat in a corner by the stairs, installing and figuring out how the hell to work this thing.

you peaked over the top of your laptop screen to see arisu and usagi playing with your cat and the new toys you had gifted the ginger animal. kuina and ann were talking about their gifts and what they were going to do during the christmas holidays.

chishiya placed a kiss on top of your head, placing a cup of your family's secret peppermint slice recipe next to you.

"i though you would've been asleep by now." chishiya ruffled your hair in a caring matter, watching your concentrated facial expressions.

"i want to get my mixer working." he placed himself down next to you, pulling his legs up and taking the laptop from your hold. you watched him fiddle around with the instructions while you leaned on his shoulder. arisu made his way over, ducking down to also take part in what you two were working on. arisu could know a thing or two about this type of technology - he was a gamer after all.

it was too late for anyone to function honestly. chishiya had to end up carrying you to your room to allow your body to rest. he sat on the edge of your bed, turning your lights off and taking off his shirt as he lay down next to you.

you felt his touch against your skin, leaning closer to his warmth. his arm fell over your limp figure; hand slowly caressing the skin underneath your shirt.

everyone decided to camp at your house for the festive season. chishiya was clearly used to how the place worked yet the others caught on quickly too.

arisu and usagi soon made their way over to their makeshift bed, getting changed into their sleepwear for the night. chishiya kissed the side of your face as your eyes fluttered between consciousness and sleep.

the next day was a joy. waking up to ann and kuina in christmas hats, singing to christmas songs while dancing around your kitchen. your mum was laying on the couch laughing at the pair having fun. you grabbed a drink from the fridge and made your way down to sit next to the tree where your cat was playing with his new toys and the baulbaulbes.

you felt a soft touch over your shoulders, warm hands pulling you back into a gentle chest. chishiya whispered a soft 'good morning' followed by a 'merry christmas' into your ear along with a kiss. your cat seemed to love chishiya as much as your did, greeting him with a warm hello.

as you were walking to your father's house, you felt chishiya kiss your shoulder softly. you were nervous about chishiya meeting your dad. he was hypocritical, to say the least. you didn't want him to say something out of context about your boyfriend that could offend him. you've warned chishiya about him many times before and he constantly has to reassure your that he won't take whatever your dad says to heart and that he'll be fine.

"you don't have to stress, sweetheart." the nickname always made your knees go weak. he always knew the way around your mind.

"i know, i just-" you sigh out of defeat. "you know he'll say something stupid and i dont want to hear my own father say something bad about the boy i love." you look up at his eyes weakly. he just smiles, he knows you have a tendency to stress, even if you seemed so nonchalant in the games.

chishiya and your father shook hands. this was off to a great start. your step mum insisted on you opening your gifts straight away, and you couldn't help but oblige.

after your father and chishiya came back from a little one-on-one father and daughter's boyfriend time, they sat down with smiles on their faces. your step mum smiled too; they had a plan. your step mum passed you the last wrapped gift beside her.there was a tag stuck onto the small wrapped present. it read the words,

"to y/n,

from chishiya (aka chish)"

you giggled at the last part, you always called him that nickname. as you unwrapped more and more of what present their was, you grew more confused to what it was, and more curious as to what it could e. once you ripped off the last piece of white wrapping paper, you were met with a nice looking box. chishiya carefully look the box from your hand and crouched down. you though he was going to give a little speech on how it was a special gift made and chosen just for that; that was until you realised he was kneeling on one knee.

and yet you still wondered what was inside - until it was shown to you.

a ring.

#chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #alice in borderland #aib #anime #nijiro murakami #chishiya x reader #chishiya x y/n #x y/n #christmas #christmas au #chishiya fluff #chishiya fanfiction #arisu #usagi #arisu x usagi #kuina #ann #kuina x ann

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grayintogreen · 5 months

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Pinned Post II: Electric Boogaloo

Hi, I'm Chris! I'm updating my pinned post to be more streamlined so here we go.

I liveblog Critical Role every week and tag with "cr spoilers" up until Monday. This tag also gets used for Candela Obscura and any one-shots. Dimension 20 spoilers are labeled “d20 spoilers.”

This is primarily a Critical Role and Dimension 20 blog, but I contain multitudes. You will see a lot of random shit depending on my mood. I’m really into Hazbin Hotel right now, for example, so my blog is kinda inundated in that. Honestly I might as well admit I am also a Hazbin blog at this point. Sorry, women.

I write a lot of fic, which can be found on my AO3 here. I primarily write fic centered on minor/supporting characters. I'm also the author of the life in the margins of redemption and red roses and dead things series- more about these below.

I have a ko-fi if you'd like to give me a tip for any reason.

My two big series are as follows:

red roses and dead things (or Roseverse), a canon divergent Hazbin Hotel (goes AU after 1x06) series that deals with working on continuing the story while I wait for new material. It is lore-heavy, Team as Family, and redemption-focused with focus on Huskerdust, Alastor and his deal, Lucifer and his relationship to Heaven and Hell and his family, and Charlie continuing to pursue her dreams. Also contains significant amounts of Helluva Boss because we’re not beholden to copyright here.

life in the margins of redemption (or LitMoR), a For Want of a Nail CR2 Canon Divergent series, is a duology (with additional side stories) that takes the alternate path outlined in the Harvest's Close session notes- Cree rescuing the Nein from the Gentleman's wrath should they betray him- and takes it a step further with Cree reviving Molly on the Glory Run Road and traveling with the Nein in the hopes of finding a way to bring Lucien back. It is extremely Canon Divergent, but does feature CR2 plots under radically different circumstances and with additional characters. It's worldbuilding heavy, character-driven, often dark, but has a guaranteed happy ending. You may heard of it as "that 1.5 million word fanfic series."

It is not canon compliant with TNEOL as I had finished OUADYA before TNEOL came out. While I use some elements from the novel, the backstory presented for Lucien and the Tombtakers in the series is entirely different.

More details, including links to the fics, beneath the cut.

THE MAIN STORIES.

Note that while the series features Fjorester, Beauyasha, and Widomauk as primary ships, it is above all a gen fic that focuses on the platonic relationships even more than the romantic ones. I cannot in good faith rec this fic to you if you HATE any of those ships, but I can say if you're indifferent/just want a plot and platonic relationship focus, this fic will appeal to you.

once upon a damn-you-all. Cree saves Molly on the Glory Run Road, sending the Nein's trajectory off the rails in a story about redemption, change, fate, and team-building. Also Molly having to contend with the Somnovem.

you can't deny high noon. The Nein continue their journey with an additional member- a reluctant, captive Lucien- as they continue to face numerous challenges while enemies lurk in the background. While OUADYA is mostly original plotlines, this fic follows the majority of the major plot beats of canon albeit a bit twisted around and out of order.

THE SIDE STORIES

While not necessary to read in order to understand the main duology, I feel like not reading them causes a loss of impact, as often events/characters from them are referenced in the main narrative and having more perspective on the events adds more oomph. This is an extremely detail-oriented series and barely anything goes in without some thought put into it. For the sake of not overwhelming my audience, I'm only listing the side stories I think are actually important to the overall narrative, but please do read the others if you have the time.

there's something divine in the way screams can sound. The events of OUADYA as seen through the eyes of someone trapped in the Astral Sea- or Lucien's utter breakdown, now with context. Introduces several backstory elements that become super relevant in YCDHN.

as in the painted parlor, ophelia dreams. The story of how Ophelia came to the Run, became a Mardoon, and gave up her son.

all of the dreamers defying convention. A fic that takes place in the two month gap between the two duology stories and bridges the two narratives.