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ᡣ𐭩 Title: Unread

ᡣ𐭩 Paring: Class President! Kim Namjoon x Shy! Violinist! Reader

ᡣ𐭩 Summary: Having a crush is hard, especially on someone like Kim Namjoon. At least her letters can tell him how she feels without facing the sad reality.

ᡣ𐭩 Rating: Explicit (18+)

ᡣ𐭩 Genre: Fluff, romance, angst, smut, extremely shy reader, heartfelt, Cinderella-ish, and crush situation

ᡣ𐭩 Part of the The Legendary Seven

ᡣ𐭩 Playlist: Someday, Somewhere - Jolin Tsai and Understand - Keshi

ᡣ𐭩 Warnings: Insecurities and bullying

ᡣ𐭩 Authors Note: I completely changed this story. I had it ready to post but I wasn’t happy with the story. So, I rewrote it. I love how this turned out and thank you for being patient!

“Two of The legendary seven are taken. The world is ending soon. I just know it. That’s why they're moving as fast as they can to be with someone. It’s interesting to see that Kim Taehyung is taken by someone like a fortune teller's daughter. It makes it more interesting that before they became exclusive, Taehyung was actually seeing Jennie. The other heartthrob of our lovely school. I know people can change overnight but this is a scientist's worst nightmare. An unexplained outcome. The new couple has been seen countless times at Boo Seungkwan games and they got together because of his help. His aunt’s party was one of the stepping stones they needed. What really got them together was Taehyung’s grandmother's party. The lovebirds have been together since. I do wonder if she knows about the relationship that Taehyung had with Jennie. I wouldn’t want to be with someone that held secrets from me. Especially when these secrets are about past affections with someone. Until then, Pen.”

Y/N just like everyone else read the post on the website but unlike everyone, she didn’t digest the gossip in excitement. Everyone always has something to say regardless of status. An opinion is always there. Sometimes it's needed but other times it's unnecessary and cruel. This blog did just that but she’s guilty because every Friday she comes back to read. It wasn’t a good feeling but one must know what's going on. Even if it’s bad.

Y/N glanced through the music window and her eyes landed on Kim Namjoon. The way the sunset highlighted his features could make a painting jealous and the way he smiled could bring in ships on a dark night. She looked away and glanced down at her shoes as she felt her face get warm. She hated to stare and she knew it wasn’t ladylike but even she broke the rules when it was necessary.

Just then the door opened and she looked up to see who it was. Her face brightened when she saw who it was, “Soo-Young.”

Park Soo-Young was her older cousin by two years and her only friend in this big school. All her other friends graduated. Soo-Young always took care of her because of her timid nature. Soo-Young was everything Y/N wasn’t. A person who stands up for what she believes in while Y/N stays quiet and takes the abuse from others.

Soo-Young glanced at her violin and smiled, “Practicing for the competition?”

Y/N nodded her head and glanced outside. Her eyes landed on Namjoon who was talking to Seokjin, “I made the piece myself.”

“Oh? What’s it about?”

“Unrequited love.”

L/N Y/N ranked number 10 in Seoul University and is known as the diamond of the L/N family. The timid swan that plays beautiful melodies that could make the flowers bloom in winter has a secret. She’s in love with Kim Namjoon and she has been since their first meeting. It happened four years ago…

Every year her father held a ball in celebration of his business. Everyone was dressed in the most beautiful dresses one can acquire with the most expensive jewels. Y/N hated these balls but she went to them because her parents wanted her to socialize. They knew their daughter was timid so they thought making this party would make it easier for her to interact. Y/N was dressed in a nude embroidered tulle gown with wing sleeves. It was rather simple compared to everyone else but she liked that. If she were in an art gallery, she would be the frame, not the painting.

She pushed her hair behind her ear and moved towards the instruments. The players were taking a break and she couldn’t help but look at the violin. She gently picked it up and headed towards the garden. No one even noticed her leave. She sat on the bench and started to play a melody that came to her mind. As she played, she didn’t realize someone was watching her.

When she finished, she smiled to herself but it quickly faded when she heard a clap. She quickly stood up and her eyes landed on a tall figure with a kind smile. She glanced away and bowed her head in an awkward manner.

“You played beautifully.”

She looked back at the mystery man and smiled, “Thank you...” It was so quiet that even the wind didn’t catch it but he did.

“How long have you played?”

Her lips formed a tight smile and she felt her face get hot, “I’ve been playing since I was six.”

“Oh, wow. Are you a professional?”

“Oh, go-god no. I could never meet their levels.”

“Well, I think you can.”

Their eyes locked onto each other but she was the first to break the stare, “I-I have to go.”

“Can I get your name?”

She glanced back at him and looked at the flowers below him, “Y/N...L/N Y/N.”

He smiled at this and it was a gentle smile that made her heart feel safe, “I’m Kim Namjoon.”

How could she not fall for him? He was the only one who noticed her leave the room. She wasn’t used to that attention. It wasn’t much but it was enough to make her heart flutter. She was so sure that he forgot about her. She never saw him at the parties again and she couldn’t talk to him at school. That would be a death wish.

She turned towards Soo-Young and smiled, “Is Irene ready for us?”

Soo-Young smiled and nodded her head, “She’s waiting for us with Seulgi and Wendy.”

Y/N nodded her head and stood up, “Let me put my violin away and I’ll meet you at your car. Is that okay with you?”

Soo-Young nodded her head, “I’ll turn the AC on for you.”

“Thank you...”

When the door closed, Y/N opened her bag to pull out an envelope. She looked at the pink envelope and took a deep breath. Every Friday she did this and she wasn't going to change that. She put her violin away and walked into the empty hallway. She glanced around and went inside the student council room without making any sound. That’s the benefit of being so quiet. No one notices you. She glanced at Namjoon’s desk and opened her envelope to read her letter,

Dear Namjoon,

I have no idea if you read these but if you do then you know my affection towards you. I wish I could say it to your face but one doesn’t want to get humiliated. I saw your speech about the students the other day. I admire the way you can inspire others with your confidence and reliability. It’s amazing to see that especially someone your age. I wish I could be like you and maybe then I can say those unsaid confessions to your face. Someday I can...

Until then,

Have a nice day.

She folded the paper back into the envelope and placed the letter in the folder that he always reads. She took one final glance at the folder and walked out of the room. She quickly made her way to the parking lot avoiding everyone in the process.

Namjoon was talking to Seokjin and frowned, “Is Taehyung okay?”

“They’re okay. It’s just Lin right now. She doesn’t like to be known as the fortune teller's daughter.”

Namjoon sighed and nodded his head, “I know. I hope she’s doing okay.”

Jin smiled and nodded his head, “She has Taehyung. She’ll be fine.”

Namjoon glanced over Jin’s shoulder and saw Y/N running with her head down. He smiled to himself and looked back at Jin, “We should still check on them.”

“Well, we're going to meet up with them at Hoseok’s dance competition tonight. Should we do it before or after?”

“Before. So then we can focus on Hoseok for the rest of the night.” Namjoon nodded his head and glanced over Jin’s shoulder but Y/N was gone. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, “We should get going then.”

“Yes, class president.”

“Don’t call me that.”

Y/N came into the car and Soo-Young leaned forward pushing some hair away from her face, “You look flustered. Are you okay?”

She swallowed some spit and nodded her head, “I-I’m okay. I had to tune my violin and I didn’t want to keep you waiting. I rushed out here as fast as I could. I’m sorry.”

Soo-Young shook her head at this, “Y/N I was only waiting for six minutes or something. It’s okay. You don’t need to say sorry.”

“Sorry.”

“Y/N.”

“Sorry..oh, god.”

Soo-Young let out a laugh and turned up the radio, “Let’s go before Irene yells at us for being late.”

“Okay.”

The car drove away and Y/N glanced outside. Her eyes landed on Namjoon who was standing outside Seokjin's Porsche. She smiled to herself when she saw his smile and she turned away with the smile plastered on her face. Namjoon glanced at the car that was leaving the parking lot and he continued to watch the car until it was out of his sight.

“You're coming in?”

Namjoon let out a small laugh and nodded his head, “Yeah.”

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Y/N Walked down the hallway with her head down. She glanced at the popular girls (it was hard not to when they were so loud) but she quickly looked away when one of them returned the stare. She turned around and started to walk away but was stopped when she heard her name.

She slowly turned around and was met with Jessica who was giving her that look that made her feel so small, “When is the ball?”

“It’s next month...”

“What? I can’t hear you, be louder, mouse.”

“Jessica, leave her alone.”

She turned around and saw Bora with a stern look. Bora was Jungkook’s new girlfriend and the talk of the school a couple of months ago. Y/N has never talked to her and the closest she has ever got to a conversation was when Bora asked for paper. Y/N blinked her eyes in shock and continued to stare at Bora who was now in front of her.

Jessica glared at Bora and crossed her arms, “What are you going to do about it?”

“Didn’t Jungkook tell you what he would do if you messed with me?”

Jessica clicked her tongue and she turned around to walk away. Before she could, she glanced at Y/N over her shoulder with an annoyed look, “I’ll see you at the party.”

Y/N watched her leave with a confused look. She turned towards Bora and bowed at her, “Th-Thank you.”

Bora turned towards her and smiled, “Jessica is unbearable and no one should deal with her high-pitched noise that she calls a voice.”

Y/N frowned and shook her head, “I’m sure her parents like to hear her voice.”

Bora let out a small laugh, “They don’t have a choice but we do. Where were you heading to?”

“I was going to the music room.”

Bora nodded her head and glanced at Y/N’s violin case, “I heard you place at the Cosmic Hall last year. It was beautiful.”

Y/N felt her face get warm and bowed to her, “Thank you, I appreciate the listen.”

“Are you performing at this year's competition?”

Y/N looked away from the curious eyes and nodded her head, “I-I will be...”

“I will tell Jungkook to come and listen to your music.”

“Yo-You don’t have to do that. I’m sure he has better things.”

Bora shook her head and let out a small laugh, “He doesn’t. Everyone should listen to you play. The peace it can bring into someone’s life is remarkable. I’ll see you Friday night.”

Y/N bowed at her and watched her leave with curious eyes. Bora was nice and the more Y/N thought about it the more it made sense for Jungkook to be with her. Opposites attract. Y/N turned around and continued to make her way to her second home. She opened the door and was met with Soo-Young’s bright smile as she played the piano, “Y/N, I’m excited to hear your piece.”

Y/N closed the door and nodded her head, “I don’t know if it's good.”

Soo-Young frowned at this and walked away from the ivory keys. Y/N stared at the white tiles as she listened to Soo-Young’s heels clicking, “Y/N, have some confidence. I think you're amazing. Everyone thinks you're amazing, please think the same.”

Y/N slowly looked up to see Soo-Young’s pleading face. Y/N looked away and nodded her head, “I’ll try.”

Namjoon was at the picnic table in the sitting area with his friends outside. It was one of those rare days where everyone had their classes canceled. It felt like high school all over again for Namjoon. He was listening to Lin talking about what her mother said about Taehyung’s future when Bora came rushing in with an excited grin, “I have news.” Jungkook moved and Bora sat next to him. His arm naturally wrapped around her shoulders as she looked at her friends with excitement, “We’re going to the Cosmic Hall this Friday!”

Lin raised her eyebrow and tilted her head, “Cosmic Hall?”

Bora nodded her head and turned towards Lin, “Every year they have a competition for violinists. Last year, my dad won tickets and I heard the most beautiful song. She of course won the whole thing but I wasn’t shocked, she was.”

Jimin raised his eyebrow at this, “Who was?”

“L/N Y/N.”

Namjoon almost dropped his water bottle at this. He turned towards Bora with wide eyes, “Y/N still plays the violin?”

“Yeah...well I assume so. She’s playing this Friday, do you know her?”

“O-Oh, I’ve heard of her.” Of course, I know who she is.

Jungkook looked at Bora and pushed some hair away from her forehead, “Of course we’ll go. It’s peaceful.”

Taehyung scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, “Like you would know what peace is.”

“For your information I do.”

Namjoon zoned out and remembered what his sister told him, “Y/N stopped playing out of nowhere. Everyone was shocked. I don’t know why though. I hope everything is okay with her.” This happened three years ago and he wondered why she stopped playing in competitions. He could only hear her play when he was walking past the music room after school. It was his favorite routine to do. Hearing her play was like a painting coming to life. It was magical.

“Namjoon, did you hear me?”

He quickly shook his head and looked at Bora with a sheepish smile, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I asked if you were coming with us? I know you have that meeting-”

“I’m going.”

Y/N continued to write on her music sheet as Soo-Young laid down on the piano and played on her phone, “Irene, is picking us up today.”

Y/N set her pen down and she smiled at this, “Oh? That’s exciting.”

Soo-Young sat up and gave Y/N that look that made her nervous, “She’s taking us to eat at this restaurant. It’s owned by Seokjin’s family.”

Y/N’s eyes widened at this and turned her body towards Soo-Young, “That place is so expensive. Shouldn’t we go-”

“Y/N, don’t you remember we’re rich? It’s fine.”

Y/N shook her head at this, “It doesn’t matter. Money is money. Being responsible is good regardless of status.”

“Y/N, let’s go have fun. It will be good for you.”

She glanced down at her notebook and then back at Soo-Young, “Okay...I’ll tell-”

“I already told your parents. They said it will be good for you.”

Y/N shook her head with a small laugh escaping her lips and glanced at the window, “I suppose. I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”

“Okay, be safe.”

The scene was déjà vu for her. Her shoes barely make a sound, it would make a mouse confused. She glanced down at her envelope and smiled to herself when she remembered her words, I saw the way you smile and it would make the sun jealous. The way your eyes sparkle are like the stars dancing around the moon. Your whole being is my universe. Even though I will never be able to say it to your face. Please forgive me but I do mean it. Your whole being is my universe.

She went to open the door but stopped when she heard footsteps. She quickly hid behind the lockers and watched Namjoon listening to his music. Her eyes widened but she didn’t make a sound, this was going to make her sick with anxiety. He opened the door and closed it behind him. She let out a breath that she was holding in and glanced down at her envelope.

She bit her lip and she was debating on what to do. She could run away with the letter and just give it to him next week or she could slip it under the door. If she slipped it under the door, she would have to be quick. She wants to give him this letter but is it worth getting caught? Perhaps. She took a deep breath and in a flash she slid the pink envelope under the door. She did it so fast that she didn’t process that she was running away. She continued to run until the music door was in front of her. She regained her composure and wiped her sweaty hands against her jeans. She opened the door and her anxiousness was dissolved when she saw Irene talking to Soo-Young, “Irene.”

Irene turned towards the door and smiled, “Y/N-inee”

Y/N made her way and hugged Irene who happily returned the hug. Irene was like the sister that Y/N never had. Being the only child, she never had the chance to have an older sibling. Soo-Young was her cousin but she saw her as her best friend/partner for life.

Soo-Young scoffed at this and crossed her arms over her chest, “Why don’t you act like that with me, unnie?”

“Y/N is my daughter, you are not.”

The restaurant was something out of the movies. It was so spacious and beautiful. There were people playing the harp with the many paintings dancing to the soft melody. It was beautiful. She now understood why this place had a five-star review online. They sat down at a table and she listened to the harp and she couldn’t help but think of Namjoon.

The day was normal, Y/N was going to go to the library and study for her Biology test. Nothing more. Nothing less. She turned the corner and her eyes widened when saw Namjoon leaning against a bookshelf reading a book. She quickly hid behind the tall shelf and peeked around the corner to see his tan skin getting highlighted by the terrible library light. Somehow, he even looked good under them. His black hair gently touching his forehead and his earrings that made him even more attractive to her.

If she had Soo-Young’s personality, she could talk to him. But she isn’t her cousin. She looked away and leaned against the shelf with a frown. Namjoon would never like a girl like her. He needed someone who was sexy and confident. Everything she was not. She walked away and stared down at her shoes, she would never be with Namjoon.

“Y/N, are you okay”

She shook her head and gave Irene a fake smile, “I am.” I’m not but...what choice do I have?

The night went normally, Soo-Young and Irene argued about random things as Y/N laughed. She took a sip of her water and she looked around the room to see Namjoon having dinner with what looked like a girl. Her eyes widened and she saw how his eyes softened when the girl was talking. She swallowed her spit and glanced down at her plate with a frown. She knew this would happen but why did it have to happen in front of her?

Y/N glanced at herself in the mirror of the dressing room. Today was the day of the competition. She was so nervous to the point that her stomach was attacking itself. She clenched the vanity under her as she tried to regain her breathing. She closed her eyes and tried to picture something happy but all she could see was Namjoon with the girl from a couple of nights ago. She shook her head and glanced down to look at the black fabric. She was dressed in a lace tea-length dress. Her mother was so excited about her competition that she had the dress custom-made for her.

The door opened and she turned her head to see her mother who had a soft smile. Y/N returned it and her mother placed the bouquet of flowers on the coffee table, “I know that look, flower.”

Y/N sighed and turned towards her, “What happens if I mess up?”

“Then you mess up. As long as you get your piece played that's all I care about. Mistakes and all.”

Y/N glanced down at the flowers and smiled, “Thank you.”

Her mother smiled and walked towards her. She placed a kiss on the top of her head and pushed some hair back, “Amaryllis, your favorite.”

“I just want to do good...I want to prove...”

Y/N’s mother brought her into a tight hug as she rubbed her back gently, “I will always be here for you. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, only to yourself. I love you, good luck.”

Namjoon sat next to Jin as he listened to the violinist. It was nothing to compare to Y/N. Y/N playing brought color to black and white while this person was simply following notes on the page. Like a robot. Namjoon looked down at his pamphlet and smiled when he saw Y/N’s name.

When he saw her at her father’s party he was so happy to finally meet her. It wasn’t the first time they met.

Cosmic Hall was silent and Namjoon sat next to his sister. Today, his little sister wanted to see the talented violinist. He heard she was a L/N. They were at the top of the technology business and they only had a daughter. There were rumors that they tried to have a son but it almost resulted in death. Resulting Y/N to be an only child. Y/N was the diamond of the family. Everyone looked at her as a picture-perfect heiress. She was ranked in the top ten and she was ranked number three in Korea for his violin skills. What more could you want from a daughter?

Namjoon didn’t care about violinists. He was only here for his sister. Taehyung would’ve loved being here. He loved classical music and the fine arts in life. Although Namjoon liked classical music, violins never stood out to him.

The music became dark and his focus was on the main stage. A girl appeared and his eyes widened, she was dressed in a lilac dress that showed off her shoulders perfectly. She had a diamond necklace that could bring light in the darkness. She looked like a painting came to life and Namjoon couldn’t look away from her. She was so elegant in the way she moved that it looked like she was floating. That didn’t go away when she started playing. It was as if he saw the notes coming towards him in pastel colors. Each note told him a story that only he knew. It brought peace. He felt stupid about how he never cared for violins.

When he saw Y/N at the party, he acted like he didn’t know her. It was obvious that the girl was shy and he didn’t want to scare her away. Even in person, she brought a sense of peace. She was elegant but somehow clumsy. When she ran away from him, he couldn’t help but laugh at how she looked. Not in a mean way but in an enduring way. There were whispers around the campus about the heir to the L/N business. Some said she was cold and never made eye contact with anyone because of how egotistical she was. In reality, Namjoon knew the truth. She was a white daisy in a garden of thorns.

The audience got quiet and Namjoon sat up straighter to see the stage better. She walked out and his eyes couldn’t leave her figure. She bowed at the audience but there was something different with her tonight. There was something sad about her expression. She sat down and the speaker read her description, “This song was made by Y/N herself. The song describes an unrequited love. The piece is melancholy but it has a small glimpse of hope. A very moving piece that describes her real life.”

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at this and frowned, “Unrequited love...”

Y/N took a deep breath and started playing. With each note she made, she saw Namjoon. The way he smiled at her that day and the way he noticed her when no one did. Then the sadness came through when she saw him with a girl at the restaurant. The piece describes perfectly how she felt. In love with someone who will never see her.

“The winner of the Cosmic Hall Competition is...L/N Y/N!”

Namjoon was the first person to stand up and he started clapping. Jin looked up at her with a confused look but stood up and started to clap as well. Y/N bowed to everyone and accepted the award. Y/N smiled at the audience but her eyes landed on her parents who looked at her with proud eyes. She felt happy to know she made them proud. It was a feeling she wasn’t used to.

She walked backstage thinking she would meet with her parents but her eyes widened when she saw Bora. Bora walked up to her and handed her some roses, “You did an amazing job. I loved every minute of it.”

Her eyes glanced over Bora’s shoulder and saw Jungkook who was giving her a wide smile. She looked back at Bora and bowed, “Thank you. You didn’t have to give me any flowers.”

“Nonsense, you deserve more flowers for your performance.”

Y/N happily grabbed the roses and bowed at her again, “Thank you.”

“I thought you said you didn’t play at a professional level.”

Y/N stood there for a moment before moving past Bora. Her eyes landed on Namjoon who had his glasses on and a dress shirt. He looked like he had a business meeting with how sharp he looked. Y/N stared into his eyes as he returned the stare. Normally she would look away from intense eyes but she didn’t want to at this moment, “You remember that?”

“Of course, I remember.”

She looked down at her shoes and then back at him, “I-I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No-No, I...I was just shocked to see you.”

Just then a girl came and hugged his waist. Her eyes widened and glanced at her arm. Namjoon smiled and ruffled her hair, “My sister wanted to see you. She begged me to take you.”

Y/N glanced at Namjoon and nodded her head. That's why he came...for his sister. “I’m glad you like it.”

Namjoon’s sister smiled and nodded her head, “I took him to Jin-oppa's restaurant to get him to say yes.”

Namjoon rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm over her shoulder, “I could never say no to good food.”

“Oh, was that this week?” Please say yes...

“Yeah, it was on Tuesday. Why?”

Y/N shook her head and felt relieved at the answer, “Curious. I apologize, I have to go. My parents are waiting for me.”

Namjoon nodded his head and did something that shocked her. He leaned forward and pushed some hair off her forehead, “You played wonderful tonight. Thank you for playing.”

“Th-Thank you...bye.”

She quickly left with a strong grip on the roses as her face was blazing. Why did he have to look at her like that?

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Namjoon, the class president, has been reviving love letters. I saw it right before my eyes. Though, I didn’t see who it was. I do know whoever it is, they can run fast. Who wouldn’t have a crush on Namjoon? He’s sensible and intelligent. Anyone would fall for him. I noticed she delivers her letters every Friday when classes are over. It's obvious she knows Namjoon’s schedule because she only does it when he’s gone. I am curious to see who it is. Until then, Pen.

Y/N felt the world around was crashing. She knew she shouldn’t slide the letter under his door. Whoever this person is, they're writing about her now. It’s not a good feeling. She walked into the lunch room to see Jessica fighting a girl.

“Are you the one giving Namjoon letters?”

“I-I’m not! I swear!”

Y/N eye’s widened and she quickly left. She clenched her shirt in panic and felt sick. She’s been giving him letters for years and never got caught. How could she get caught now? Now everyone is going to want to know who the mysterious person is. Especially Jessica. She started to run and she didn’t even know where she was running to but anywhere was better than here. She stopped and looked around her. She ran straight to the university park, a quiet place for her running thoughts. She sat on the bench and started crying. She didn’t want this to be known to the public or even Namjoon. Though he didn’t know it was her specifically it still made her want to die from embarrassment.

“Y/N?”

She looked up to see Bora and Lin giving her a concerned look, “Are you alright?”

She quickly wiped at her face and gave them a smile, “I’m not the best...I’m sorry. I’ll move,”

She went to get up but was stopped by Lin, “Please stay. No one should cry alone.”

Y/N listened and stared at the grass as a tear went down her face, “I feel embarrassed...”

Bora and Lin glanced at each other and nodded their heads. They sat on the sides of Y/N as Lin wrapped her arm around the girl, “Y/N, do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t...I-I should go.”

Bora rubbed her shoulders and gave her a gentle smile, “You can just cry with us. We won’t ask any questions. Just cry.”

Cry is what she did. She never felt so embarrassed but she couldn’t tell the world why she was. They wouldn’t believe her in the first place and she would get pinned down by Jessica. It would be a waste to speak about it but she could express it. The only way she could do it was to cry. She cried on Lin’s shoulder as she stared at the grass that was waving back and forth. Her secret is out even though no one knows it is hers.

Namjoon looked at the folder and sighed. He kept all the letters in binders by his desk. He tries his best to reread them when he has time. It brought joy to his heart. They weren’t like other confessions he had received. This was different. The letters had affection that he had never received from another person. Whoever was writing these letters knew how to write from their heart.

“What are you going to do?”

Namjoon looked away from the pink envelopes and saw Yoongi’s concerned face, “What do you think I should do?”

“Catch the person.”

Namjoon let out a laugh and closed the binder. He got up from his chair and walked towards the window, “They are not a criminal.”

“I know you're curious about who they are.”

Namjoon sighed and nodded his head, “Who wouldn’t be curious? The letters are beautiful. I kept each letter because the wording was moving. I never had a reason to look for the person but now I want to look for them.”

“Is it because you wish it was Y/N.”

Namjoon stiffened at this and turned towards Yoongi, “Why do you ask?”

Yoongi smirked and shrugged his shoulders, “No reason.”

Y/N finally calmed down and continued to stare at the grass, “I’m sorry...”

Bora shook her head and pushed some of her hair away from her face, “Don’t be sorry. We all need to cry.”

Y/N nodded her head at this and looked down at her fingers, “I appreciate the comfort.”

Lin smiled at this and nodded her head, “I’m glad we could comfort you.”

Bora nodded her head and looked at Lin, “I was actually going to ask...if we could be friends.”

Y/N turned towards Bora with wide eyes and pointed to herself, “Me?”

Bora let out a small laugh and nodded her head, “If you let me.”

Lin smiled and pointed to herself too, “I want to be friends with you too.”

Y/N looked at Lin and frowned, “Why?”

“Ever since I saw you play last year...I wanted to be your friend. I saw you around but every time I wanted to talk to you, you would walk away. Did you realize how fast you walk?”

Y/N looked down at the grass and frowned, “I-I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry. The time wasn’t right then but now it is.”

“I suppose we can be friends...I-I’ll think about it...I just don’t know how to interact with people.”

Bora nodded her head at this, “That’s alright. Take your time.”

Y/N stood up and bowed at them before leaving. Her heart was beating fast and she didn’t know what she did to make them see her. Why is it so hard to be hidden away? It makes life easier to be hidden away. She entered the music room and saw Soo-Young who was giving her a worried look, “I was looking for you, Y/N.”

“I-I’m sorry-”

Soo-Young brought her into a hug and Y/N nuzzled her head into her chest. Soo-Young rubbed the back of her head as Y/N cried. Soo-Young kissed the top of her head and frowned, “I know about the letters.”

Y/N pushed Soo-Young and gave her a shocked face, “H-How did you know?”

“I was worried about you. You were taking longer than usual so, I walked down the halls to see you with the pink envelope. I wasn’t sure what you were doing but you looked flustered. One can put it together.”

Y/N frowned and looked down at her shoes, “Now, he knows...”

“He doesn’t know it's you.”

Y/N shook her head, “It doesn’t matter he still knows someone has been giving him letters...like a stalker.”

“You're not a stalker. Just a person with a crush.”

“Some would say they're the same.”

Soo-Young shook her head and rubbed her shoulder gently, “Do you love him?”

“I-I-”

“Do you?”

Y/N looked outside the window and then back at Soo-Young, “I do...”

“Let’s make it known that it's you.”

Y/N sat in the library as the day got darker. She told her parents she would be late and wanted time to herself. They understood but that didn’t mean they weren’t worried. She looked down at the empty page and let out a loud sigh. She couldn’t focus on anything and it just made life harder. Why does the mind like to play these games? It’s frustrating.

She closed her notebook and stared down at the desk with empty eyes. She wondered how Namjoon reacted to the news. He’s probably sick of getting confessions. She heard the chair in front of her move and she looked up. There staring back at her was Jessica with a smirk, “I need you to do something for me, mouse.”

“I-I-”

“I know you won the poetry competition last year. I need you to write a letter for me so I can give it to Namjoon.”

“What?”

Jessica rolled her eyes and tapped her nail against the dark wood, “If you write this letter for me, I’ll stop messing with you.” Y/N shook her head and tried to gather her things but Jessica grabbed her wrist, “I wouldn’t do that.”

“I-I can’t do it.”

Jessica brought her nails into her wrist and Y/N bit her lip to keep her quiet, “You’ll do it, mouse.”

Y/N glanced down at her wrist to see blood trickling down and nodded her head, “I-I’ll do it.”

Jessica smirked at this and let go of her wrist. She looked at her nails and then back at Y/N, “I want a letter by tomorrow morning.”

Y/N didn’t say anything but she watched Jessica leave the library with a hop in her step. Y/N glanced at her wrist and saw the blood coming down. She looked up at the ceiling and frowned, Why couldn’t she be the frame? She gathered her things and made her way out of the campus. Everything felt like a blur until she got to her car. She pushed her hair and opened the door but closed it when she heard her name. She turned around and saw the familiar brown eyes.

Namjoon smiled at her as he set his things on his bike, “Fancy meeting you here.”

Y/N nodded her head, “It is.”

Namjoon glanced at her wrist and saw that she was rubbing it. He walked away from his bike and towards her, “Is everything okay?”

“It-It’s fine.”

Namjoon gently took her hand and turned it to see the cuts. He glanced up at her with worry and anger in his eyes, “What happened?”

“I hurt myself.”

“Y/N, I am not stupid. Don’t treat me like I am. Someone did this to you.”

Y/N looked away and shook her head, “I can’t tell you.” Namjoon sighed and intertwined their fingers together. She glanced at their hands and then at him, “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the nurse. I can’t let you walk around with an injury. It would hurt me to know that you were hurt and I did nothing for you.”

Y/N nodded her head and they walked towards the medical building. Y/N glanced at their hands and she watched his thumb gently rubbing her knuckles. She felt her heart speed up at the feeling but she tried to ignore it. He opened the door and everything went a blur. She sat on the bed and waited for him. He came back with a bandage and smiled, “Let me patch that up for you.”

Y/N nodded her head and brought her hand up towards him. He took the bandage out of the package and placed it on her wrist. She watched him and then she looked away when he smiled at her, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to tell me anything but Y/N just know...I’ll protect you.”

Her eyes widened at this and turned her head to look at him, “Pr-Protect?”

He nodded his head, “I care for you. Let me walk you back to your car.”

Y/N nodded her head and Namjoon put his hand out for her. She glanced down at his hand and then back at him with a confused look, “What?”

“I want to hold your hand. Is that okay?”

“Is that okay for you? Do you want to hold my hand? I don’t want you to feel-”

Namjoon intertwined their fingers together and walked out of the nurse's office. The halls were empty and she was glad that no one would see her. It would make her feel embarrassed. Today was a wild day for her and she didn’t need anything more to make it crazier but here she is. Holding hands with Namjoon. The person who she’s been in love with.

Namjoon smiled at her and glanced at his bike and then at her, “Do you want to go somewhere with me?”

Y/N pointed to herself and gave him a shocked face, “Me?”

“Yeah, I never have the chance to talk to you. This is the perfect time.”

Y/N glanced down at her wrist and then back at him, “O-Okay...”

Namjoon sat on his bicycle and turned towards her, “Are you going to be okay? You have to hold on to me.”

Y/N slowly nodded her head and looked at her fingers, “Is it okay?”

“Yes, Y/N.” She sat on his bike and put on the extra helmet he had. She glanced at his back and took a deep breath. She wrapped his arms around his waist and hid her face in his back. Namjoon glanced at her and smiled, “Are you ready?”

“Yes...”

The ride was peaceful and Y/N gripped his waist tighter when a turn would happen. Her heart was beating so fast but unknown to her, his heart was doing the same thing. He stopped the bike and she looked up to see a small cafe. She tilted her head at him, “Sunflower?”

Namjoon smiled and nodded his head, “My mom recently bought it. I thought it would be the perfect place to take you.”

They walked in and she looked around with a curious look. The cafe was nice and small. It was clear it was new. Namjoon took her in the back and they sat in the hidden space. She was surrounded by flowers and she looked at Namjoon, “What is this?”

“It's a hidden place. I asked my mom to create me one so I can hide from the customers.”

Y/N nodded her head and touched the white daisy with her fingertips, “It’s pretty.”

Namjoon smiled at this and pulled out a chair for her, “Please sit. I’ll get us some croissants.”

Y/N nodded her head and sat in the chair as she watched him leave. She looked around the place with a warm face. How did she get here? She was sitting with her crush in a beautiful garden. This couldn’t be real. She glanced down at her wrist and then back at the daisies. It didn’t feel real.

“I got you a bottle of water too.”

She looked over her shoulder and saw Namjoon wearing that smile she came to love. She nodded her head at this, “Thank you.”

He sat down and took a bite of his croissant, “I was so happy to hear you play at Cosmic Hall.”

She nibbled at the croissant and her eyes became wide, “Really?”

“I was. I enjoy you playing. My sister told me that you stopped playing for a while...may I ask why?”

Y/N glanced down at her croissant and then back at him, “I...I just wanted a break.”

Namjoon nodded his head and took a sip of his water, “Everyone deserves a break. You did tell me you have been playing since you were six years old.”

She felt shocked that he remembered that and he laughed at her expression, “You remember that?”

“I told you that I remember what you said to me.”

She felt her heart flutter at this and took a bite of her pastry, “Thank you...I took a break because I mentally needed it. I went to Japan...it was nice”

“Everyone deserves a break. I’m sorry you felt like that.”

Y/N shrugged her shoulders and looked at the daisies, “I’m sorry...I’m not the best at conversations.”

“That’s okay. I like to talk so we make a good pair.”

Y/N eyes widened at this and turned towards him, “A good pair?”

“Yeah.”

The rest of the night was them talking to each other and she realized how easy it was to talk to him. He truly was a sun that brought warmth and comfort. As they talked, she knew what she had to do with Jessica. She was going to listen to Soo-Young and go against Jessica. She’ll take the abuse from her as long as she does what her heart wants her to do.

Namjoon rode his bike back to her car on the school campus and smiled at her, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

She nodded her head at this and waved goodbye. She got into her car and was confused when she saw him waiting by her car. She rolled down her window and looked at Namjoon, “Aren’t you going?”

“I wanted to wait for you to get in the car.”

Y/N smiled to herself and nodded her head, “Thank you for tonight. I had fun.”

“Let’s do it again.”

Y/N rapidly nodded her head and gave him a wide smile, “Yes, let’s do it again.”

That night's drive was peaceful. She knew what she needed to do and she was going to do it. No matter what happens. Even if her mind tells her no, she’s going to do it. Everyone deserves to be spontaneous once in their lives.

Y/N didn’t know how she did it but she did it. She avoided Jessica all morning and went straight to the music room. She began to practice her piece and she watched Soo-Young smile at the melody, “It’s beautiful. You can feel the love.”

Y/N smiled at this and nodded her head, “Do you think he will like it?”

“He would be an idiot if he didn’t.”

Y/N smiled and gathered her things, “I guess it's time. Wish me luck.”

“Good luck Y/N. No matter what happens I’ll be here for you.”

Y/N nodded her head and for once she felt the confidence going through her bloodstream, “Okay.”

Y/N walked towards the student council and right before she opened the door, she felt her hair get pulled back. She let out a loud yelp and she fell to the ground. She looked up to see Jessica glaring at her. Jessica leaned down with a glare that could set fires in the forest, “Mouse, remember what I said. Girls get it.”

Just then two girls came out of nowhere and grabbed her violin case. Y/N looked at her violin and then back at Jessica, “I-I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late to say sorry, mouse. I bet you were going to confess. Newsflash, Namjoon will never be an idiot like you. A mouse with no squeak.”

Y/N glanced down at the ground and shook her head, “Yo-Your wrong.”

Jessica pulled her hair harder and Y/N felt tears forming, “Don’t talk back Mouse. Nina, you know what to do.”

Y/N turned towards Nina and watched her take out her violin, “Please don’t. I’ll write your letter.”

“Nope, you had your chance.”

Just then Nina smashed Y/N’s violin and she sat there with a shocked expression. The violin that she came to love was now in pieces. Y/N was so shocked that everything around her became silent. She didn’t even realize Soo-Young came and pushed Jessica away. Nor did she realize that Bora and Lin pushed her goons away.

Her world felt like it was crushing down. The one thing she loved most in this world was destroyed. All this to show that she loved someone. Maybe Jessica was right. Namjoon wouldn’t love her. This felt like the universe was telling her to walk away before more bad things happened.

Y/N slowly stood up and walked towards her broken violin. The broken instrument gave her confidence and now she has nothing. She let out a tear and shook her head. She ran away, “Y/N WAIT!”

Y/N ignored the voices and ran. She ran towards the girl's bathroom and locked the door behind her. Maybe she was meant to be alone, all she does is make things more complicated. Life is already complicated, why would she make it more complicated? Love isn’t made for her. The universe made that very clear today. There was a soft knock at the door but she didn’t budge from her position on the floor.

“Y/N...please.”

She ignored the pleas and after a while it became quiet. She sat on the tile floor as the coldness of the bathroom comforted her. She deserves this treatment. She tried changing and the universe didn’t like that. Obviously, she deserved the punishment.

“As student body president and Chairman, Jessica deserves to be expelled.”

The chairmen glanced at Jessica and then at Namjoon, “Go on.”

Namjoon glared at Jessica and looked back, “Without the help of my friends, Jessica would’ve continued to bully L/N Y/N.”

The chairman's eyes widened at this and stood up. He slammed his fist on the table and pointed at Jessica, “You dare to mess with the L/N family?”

“I-I”

“NO EXCUSES! JESSICA LEE, YOU ARE EXPELLED!”

Namjoon smirked at this and bowed to the chairman, “I would love to stay but I have important business to attend to.”

Namjoon didn’t wait for an answer, he ran out of the room with Bora smiling at him. Namjoon ran like his life depended on it. He hoped that Y/N was still in the bathroom. He couldn’t miss his chance. He stopped at the bathroom and was breathing heavily. He knocked on the door with fear, “Y/N, it’s me. Please open the door.”

He looked at the ceiling and prayed that she was still there. If she wasn’t there then he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. The door opened and he turned towards the door but his expression dropped.

“President?”

Namjoon bowed to her and apologized. He quickly left and went towards the second place he knew she would be. He opened the music room and he saw Y/N crying. He quickly closed the door and made his way towards her, “Y/N…”

Y/N looked up and she saw Namjoon's concerned eyes. Y/N tried to look away but Namjoon wouldn’t allow her. He gently put his fingers under her chin and turned her head, “Please don’t look away from me.”

“Namjoon…”

“Please don’t push me away. I just got you, I can’t lose you.”

Y/N frowned at this, “Wh-What do you mean?”

“Y/N, can’t you see it? I love you. I love how you show your feelings through music and writing. You bring peace to my world, especially on days that feel like it’s erupting from chaos. I liked you the moment I heard you play. You are my sweet melody that brings paintings alive, my favorite melody. Please, please don’t push me away. I can’t bear this distance anymore.”

Y/N stared at him and saw the truth in his eyes, “Writing?”

“Yes, I know about the letters. I knew it was you.”

“How?”

Namjoon let out a small laugh, “I had a class with you. I saw the way you wrote and well…”

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Namjoon frowned, “I’m an insecure man. How could you love me? A man who couldn’t even comprehend a simple melody before I met you. I’m the heir to my fathers business but other than that, I have nothing more.”

Y/N shook her head and placed her hand against his cheek, “You are much more than that.”

“I want to hear you say it. I’ve read the letters but I want to hear your voice.”

Y/N took a deep breath and closed her eyes, “I don’t deserve a well composed man to love me. I can’t help feeling affection towards you especially when you're the only person to notice me. I…I love you. Whenever you talk about your speeches, I’m always listening. Your words move me like no other… I don’t know how to love nor am I good with my words…please be patient with me..give me a chance. I thought it was a mistake to fall for you. I felt like the universe was telling me I wasn’t worth loving someone. It felt like everyone was against me because I wanted change. I’m still so scared..what if the universe doesn’t want this for me?”

“Fuck the universe. Y/N just listen to your heart. I’ll help you with your anxiety and insecurities. Take a chance on me, take a chance on us.”

Y/N opened her eyes and saw how close he was and nodded her head, “I’ll take the chance.”

She didn’t realize how close he was to her. The air was thick and the desperation she saw in his eyes was a mirror of her own. She could feel the heat radiating from his body and it made her want more, “Y/N...do you have a boyfriend?”

Y/N shook her head and glanced at his lips, “I don’t.”

“Do I have permission to kiss you?”

Y/N smiled at this and put her forehead against his, “You do.”

He leaned in closer and looked her into the eye once more before pressing his lips against his. She grabbed the front of his shirt and her fingertips became one with the soft fabric. One of his hands found its way behind her neck and brought her closer. The sound of kisses filled the room and she pushed away to gain her breath, “Joon...”

He hums and his dark brown eyes told her everything she needed. He picked her up and sat her on the piano. She gently touched his face and gave him a gentle smile, “Serenity...”

“I’ll give you that as long as you allow me. I am yours.”

“I-I am yours as well.”

He started to unbutton his shirt and she watched with nervous eyes. The more skin that started to show, the more real this became. She pushed his shirt off of his shoulder and her hands brushed against his bare chest. She leaned forward and placed a kiss on the center of his chest. His hands reached out to cup her cheeks and pulled her face towards his, kissing her deeply.

After a moment he pulled back and slowly pushed her down on the piano. She gave him a small smile and a node. He pulled her shirt and leaned down to kiss her bare stomach as her fingers brushed through his hair. He moved back up and pulled her into a deep kiss. She slid her hands from his neck to his biceps. His hands tickled her bare skin. He cupped her face, running his thumb slowly over her cheek. They pulled away and she intertwined their fingers and she placed a kiss on his knuckles.

He smiled at her and moved his lips back to hers as their tongues twirled around each other. After a moment of kissing, his fingers went behind her back and unclasped the material. He trailed his fingers down her arms as he pulled down the straps. He watched the goosebumps appear and he couldn’t help but feel proud. He gently dropped the fabric and took in what he was saying. He smiled and looked up to her, “You're so beautiful.”

“Joon...”

“Is this okay?”

“Anything with you is okay...I trust you.”

He eagerly leaned down to take one of her nubs into his mouth. She covered her face and let out a small moan. He sucked on her nipple while gently rolling her other nub between his finger and thumb. He felt her hands brushing through his hair but that quickly turned into tugging it. He slowly let his tongue slide over her stomach again and reached her skirt. He pulled down the pink skirt with her underwear. He leaned up and there before him was the women of his dreams. He pulled down his jeans and leaned forward kissing her chest, “Are you ready?”

“Always.”

He scooted a bit closer to her and placed his hands on her waist. He let his nose rub over her bare shoulder and placed a quick kiss. He slowly sank himself into her wet entrance and the both moaned, “Okay?”

“I’m okay.” She breathed as she closed her eyes at the feel of him. He started to move and Y/N couldn’t help but moan when she felt him slide in and out at a steady pace. She brought his face to hers and brought him into a passionate kiss. He placed two fingers over her clit and started to rub making her push back against him in pleasure.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

He started to quicken his pace and she closed her eyes at the pleasure she was feeling, “Don’t stop...” She moaned as his fingers dug a little deeper in her skin as he pushed himself into her, over and over again.

“You’re mine.”

She leaned up with her elbows and kissed his neck, “Yours. I’m going to-”

She felt her orgasm hitting her and Namjoon felt her walls clenched. The feeling was too much and he couldn't help himself. They both let out a loud moan and he fell forward with his head near her breast. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. He looked at her and smiled, “Don’t push me away.”

“I won’t...”

He pushed some hair away from her sweaty forehead and frowned, “I’m sorry about your violin.”

She let out a sad sigh, “I’m sure I can find another.”

“I hope so...I would love to hear you play.”

“You already heard me play...”

He kissed her collarbone and then her neck, “A private concert.”

“I would love to do that...we should get dressed.”

Namjoon nodded his head and helped her get dressed. When they were fully dressed, he brought her into a passionate kiss, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, Namjoon.”

.*･｡ﾟ☆ﾟ.*･

“Did you hear about Y/N?”

“I did...she’s with the Kim's son.”

“Interesting matchup.”

Today was Y/N’s father's ball for his business and she was dressed in something that was different for her. She was in a strapless tulle ballerina dress with a diamond necklace that Namjoon gifted her. She walked into the room with her heels clicking away. Soo-Young made her way to her and smiled. She pushed some hair off of her shoulder and smiled, “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Soo-Young. You look beautiful as well. Green has always been your color.”

Soo-Young smiled and looked away with a smile, “He’s looking for you.”

“I kind of figured. He sent me a text saying he was dying to see him. Men are always the dramatic ones.”

“Tell me about it. He kept saying he couldn’t wait one more minute for you. At least you know he's completely devoted to you.”

Y/N smiled at this and nodded her head, “I suppose...I’m going to find him.”

Y/N walked around the ball and bowed at random people. Her eyes landed on Bora and she smiled. She quickly made her way and bowed, “Hello.”

Bora and Lin turned around to give her a smile, “We were just talking about you.”

“Oh?...”

Lin smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Good things. I wanted to see your dress.”

Y/N glanced down and then back at Lin, “Is it too much? My mother got it made and she wanted it-”

“Y/N you look beautiful.”

She looked to see Taehyung giving her a gentle smile and she nodded her head, “Thank you Taehyung.”

“I told you to call me Tae.”

Jungkook scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, “She doesn’t even call me Kook, what makes you think she’ll call you Tae?”

“I’m better looking, that’s why.”

Bora rolled her eyes and turned towards Y/N, “Namjoon is with your parents.”

She nodded her head and bowed again, “I’ll see you guys later.”

Y/N quickly made her way to her parents and there he was in his black suit. Namjoon was talking to her father about something and she couldn’t help but smile at the closeness they created in a short time. Y/N slowly made her way towards them and Namjoon glanced over her father’s shoulder and smiled. He quickly excused himself and went towards him.

He picked up her hand and his finger gently traced her jaw. His eyes had sparkles in them as he looked at her, “You look beautiful.”

“I like your suit...”

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, “I’m grateful for your mother’s taste in fashion.”

She let out a small laugh and gently hit his chest, “Sorry, I kept you waiting.”

“It’s alright. I was dying to meet you. Being away from you can make the strongest cry.”

She smiled and glanced at the dancefloor, “Would you like to dance?”

“It’s my job to ask that. Y/N will you like to dance with me?”

“I would love to.”

They moved through the people until they were in the center. She smiled at him and he returned it. He wrapped his arm around her waist and they started to sway with the music. Y/N’s parents watched with pure happiness. Her mother leaned towards her father to whisper in his ear, “She looks so happy.”

Her father nodded his head and looked at them dancing, “I knew this day would come.”

“What day?”

“That I would lose my baby girl.”

“Honey, she’s not getting married. Stop being ridiculous.”

Y/N and Namjoon became a couple after their moment in the music room. He took her to Sunflower and had a proper date. The campus was shocked that Kim Namjoon was with L/N Y/N. The fact that the class president was with the famous timid violinist made its round around campus. At first this bothered Y/N and she felt like she was bringing his image down but Namjoon told her otherwise.

Y/N also became friends with Bora and Lin. They shared so many similarities, something that shocked her. They were very different in personality but she blended in perfectly fine. Lin’s mother gave her a fortune and everything seems like it is only going to get better. She even met Seungkwan and they became somewhat close. It’s amazing what a short matter of time can change.

Jessica was expelled and no one was shocked. There was finally peace at school but Y/N still had a feeling that there were more bullies hidden away. Waiting to come forward. There was one hidden enemy that she wanted to know who it was, Pen. Whoever Pen was, she was always close and always watching. Especially towards the legendary seven. She told Namjoon that it had to be someone close to them but he couldn’t think of anyone. They dropped the subject but she couldn’t stop thinking about this mysterious person that knows everything. It wasn’t a good feeling to know.

Namjoon twirled Y/N and they placed their foreheads together, “Come to the garden with me.”

“Of course.”

They walked out and went towards the place where Y/N first met Namjoon. He led her towards the garden that had purple roses and she couldn’t help but laugh. He plucked one and handed it towards her, “I have a surprise.”

“Is it the rose? I love it.”

Namjoon laughed and shook his head, “It’s not the rose but if you like it then it's part of the surprise. Close your eyes.”

Y/N nodded her head and closed her eyes. Namjoon smiled and went behind the bench to bring out his surprise. He made his way towards her and let out a small cough, “Open your eyes.”

She opened them and her eyes widened, “Namjoon...”

“Open it.”

She opened the black case and her mouth dropped. The violin before her was covered in a daisy design; it was a beautiful piece of art. She gently took the violin out of the case and she couldn’t help but a smile, “I-”

“I wanted to get you a new one. This one is special. Turn it.”

She turned the violin and she wanted to cry. It had their initials carved into the wood and her fingers gently touched it. She let out a small laugh and looked at him with pure love, “I love it.”

“I’m glad you do. Can I get that private concert?”

She let out a laugh and nodded her head. He sat on the bench and she gave him one final smile before she started playing. This song felt like it belonged to a Jane Austen novel. It made you feel like you were in a love story and you can picture everything. He closed his eyes and started swaying back and forth. The music notes were clearer now and bursts of pastel colors erupted with each note. When she finished, he opened his eyes and clapped his hands, “That was amazing.”

“Thank you.”

He stood up and kissed the top of her head, “That was a new piece. Does it have a name?”

“It does.”

He pushed some hair behind her ear and smiled, “What’s it called?”

“I called it Unread.”

Namjoon let out a laugh, “Is it based on true events?”

“Somewhat...we should go back before my parents start looking for us.”

Namjoon nodded his head but he wrapped his arms around her waist, “Let’s stay like this for a few minutes. Just you and me.”

She let out a small laugh, “Let me put my violin away and then we can dance in the flowers.”

Behind the hedges and hidden figure watched and wrote something in her notebook. She quickly hid the notebook in her jacket. She started to walk away but stepped on a branch causing Namjoon to look up, “Who's there?”

The girl cursed under her breath and ran as fast as she could before they could see her. Y/N and Namjoon made their way towards the hedges and looked at each other, “What was that?”

Namjoon glanced down at the grass and saw that the person dropped something. He picked up the pen and saw that a name was engraved on it, “It says Pen.”

Y/N’s eyes widened and she looked at the pen, “Do you think it's her?”

“Maybe...” He put the pen in his coat pocket and sighed, “Let’s forget about this for now and dance in the roses.”

She glanced at his hand and nodded her head, “I would love to dance with you.”

“I will always dance with you, my violinist.”

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fangirlfrom-hell · 1 year ago

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"My daddy has to fight some bad guys". || Jay Halstead x reader and daughter

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

You woke up earlier than everybody in your house to get everything ready for everyone. Jay would usually follow you a few minutes later and you two would make breakfast and get your daughter ready for school together, along with other morning stuff. This wasn't the day, your husband had fallen asleep and you were doing everything by yourself, trying not to make a lot of noise. You knew he was working a tough case and had come back quite late from work the night before, so you didn't want to wake him up. Even when he didn't want to admit it, he was tired as hell and needed to rest.

You were in the kitchen starting to cook breakfast when you felt his arms hugging you from the back.

-"Did I wake you up?" You asked. -"I was trying not to".

-"I didn't feel you by my side and I couldn't fall asleep again". He answered into your ear and then kissed your neck as he continued talking. -"I'm sorry I haven't been around. We closed this case last night, what's left is a bunch of paperwork. My hope is to be back home early tonight and...". You turned around to hug him back and interrupted him with a short kiss. He rushed to finish his sentence with a heavy breathing : "...I can make it up for you", then proceeded to tenderly kiss your lips as he held you as tight as he could with one of his arms, while fervently holding your head with his other hand, finger all tangled in your hair, pulling it a bit.

Due to the case Jay was working on, you two had barely seen each other during the last week and a half, so things were heating up fast. Suddenly, for both of your displeasure, an alarm interrupted the moment.

-"Time to wake her up". You said having trouble separating from him.

-"I'll go". Jay took your phone to turn off the alarm. -"I'm driving her to school too".

-"Hey, Jay!" You took his hand before letting him leave the room. -"You do remember her Father's Day Festival, right?".

-"Next friday, 10:30, sure".

-"I was thinking...maybe you should talk to her and explain that...of course you will be there, but if you are not able to make it is due to your work".

-"But I will be there".

-"I know, I know, it's just...we never know when a case might pop up. Remember the Spring Festival?".

-"Oh. The bank robbery right before it...".

-"Yes, that's what I mean. That time was easy because I was there, but this time I won't...".

-"I will talk to her". He said after a few seconds of silence. -"But I'll be there, no matter what".

That day, Tessa and her class made a craft for their fathers. All the little kids were drawing in a small paper square that would become a keychain for Father's Day. Some of them were drawing hearts, others were doing stick figures. Tessa drew her dad carrying her over his shoulders and a bunch of hearts around. Her artwork was a little abstract, but understandable for a 5 year old.

-"All right". Ms. Luna said in a sweet voice. Tessa really loved her teacher. -"I am going to take your drawings and we will give them back to our dads as a key chain during the festival!".

-"My daddy said he will come, but he's working and if he doesn't show up it is because he has to fight some bad guys. Bad guys don't respect days or time". Tessa rushed to repeat what Jay tried to explain to her earlier in the morning when he was taking her to school.

-"It's ok". Her teacher laughed a bit. -"Sometimes parents can't make it and it's ok. That doesn't mean they don't want to or that they don't love us".

The class rehearsed the song they would sing at intervals throughout the rest of the day. Tessa never missed the opportunity to repeat the information going around her head: "My dad said he's coming, but if he's not here it means he's working" or "My daddy is fighting the bad guys and bad guys they don't respect days or time" or "He will be here, but if he's not here, that means he's on the streets. He makes Chicago safe". Her friends were amazed whenever she repeated those statements. She did understand what her father told her, but she didn't really comprehend.

The day was here. You dropped Tessa at school, she was all excited. Before she entered the building you reminded her: "If it happens that daddy is not here or he's late, remember he's fighting the bad guys".

Jay was already in the bullpen, everything was strangely calmed. He had talked with Voight about going out to Tessa's school and he gladly agreed.

-"Today is the day isn't it?" Hailey asked Jay as she entered the coffee room.

-"Yeah". He smirked. -"If nothing else intervenes".

-"Let's stay positive". She said remembering what had happened last Spring Festival.

It was 8:30, the day had just started when Trudy came upstairs with an urgent case.

-"That's just my luck". Jay said, rushing downstairs with his partner.

-"Let's try to make it quick". Hailey answered by putting on her coat.

At school, the kids were getting ready to go outside to start the festival. Parents were gathering outside of the building, waiting to get inside.

Students from all schools were lining up around the court. Their parents were supposed to meet them and be in front of their kid's group to hear them sing.

-"Is your dad here?" One of Tessa's friends asked.

-"I can't see him". She answered standing on tiptoe. -"But it's ok, it's because he had to fight the bad guys".

All the kids waved their fathers with excitement, some of them ran to hug them before starting the show. Jay didn't make it, but Tessa wasn't feeling bad about it...yet.

When the song finished, all the kids jumped into their fathers arms and gave them the craft they made in class as a gift for them. Tessa stood in her place, not being able to hold her tears. She was crying in silence, so between the noise and excitement around the little girl, nobody noticed her until a few minutes later. As soon as her teacher saw her, she ran towards her and hugged her tight.

-"It's ok, honey. It's ok. Your dad wanted to be here with you". She said in a very sweet and calmed voice. -"Remember he is fighting the bad guys, you said that before ''.

Some parents were moved watching the scene, but there was nothing they could do. Ms. Johnson, the school's principal, noticed the situation from afar and she joined as soon as she could. By only moving her lips, trying not to be heard, she asked Tessa's teacher if the little girl's father wasn't there. She shaked her head in disapproval when the teacher answered with a sorry face.

-"We can call your dad, Tess. That way you can hear his voice".

-"But, Ms. Johnson, he's fighting the bad guys". Ms. Luna intervened.

-"Oh!" She understood. -"Ok, but we can call him later, we'll tell him to come so you can give him your present. Would you like that?".

The little girl was an emotional mess, but agreed with her head, even though she wasn't really listening to what the adults were saying.

The emergency call for the intelligence team ended up in a shooting and that delayed detective Halstead. As soon as he finished with interviews and all the bureaucracy after this kind of situation, he ran off.

-"Go, go, go". Hailey rushed. -"I cover you".

Jay drove his truck as fast as he could, siren on. It wasn't a police emergency, but it was an emergency after all, he could deal with the consequences later. He parked in the first spot he found, even if it wasn't merely in front of the school and ran as fast as he could in a police mode to get to his baby girl. It was until he entered the building that he noticed he was still wearing the vest, gun and badge on his hip, but didn't care.

-"There he is!" Ms. Johnson pointed to Tessa's father.

-"Come on! Come on!" Ms. Luna took the little girl's hand and started running towards her dad.

-"I'm so sorry". Jay took Tessa in his arms and carried her holding her as tight as he could. She was too emotionally drained to react.

Kids around were already saying goodbye to their parents, going back to their classrooms.

-"We'll give you some time alone". Ms. Johnson informed Jay and he muttered a "thank you".

-"You can go back to the classroom when you feel ready". Ms. Luna told her student.

-"I hate the bad guys". Tessa managed to say when they were finally alone.

-"Me too". Her father said. -"I'm really, really sorry I didn't hear you sing, but I'm here right now". He wiped the tears from her cheeks.

-"I did it real good, you missed it". She said playing with the key chain in her hands.

-"I bet you did". Jay chuckled. -"What do you have there?".

-"It's a present for you. I made it for you". She extended her short arm to give it to her dad.

-"For me? Is it for my keys? I love it!"

-"It's you and me and lots of hearts. I drew it myself".

-"I can see that. It's beautiful. Thank you, sweetie". Jay's phone started ringing and he sighed when he read the text messages.

-"I have to go back to work".

-"But I don't want you to go". She started crying again.

Ms. Johnson came into the scene to help Tessa go back to her class" -"Daddy has to go back to work, sweetie. Ms. Luna and your friends are waiting for you, let's go". And she took her tenderly in her arms as her crying grew louder.

-"It's all right". Jay reassured her with a kiss. -"I love you. I'll see you at home, ok?". And she disappeared through the door.

He peeked through the classroom window to check on her before departing. He witnessed how Ms. Luna was successfully calming her down and felt a little bit more relaxed to go.

-"Thank you for coming". Ms. Johnson told him with a smile. -"For real".

With a heavy heart, he got into his truck and before turning it on, he hung the keychain in his keys. He inspected the tiny drawing and smiled before going back to the bullpen.

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thatblackravenclaw · 7 months ago

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Hello my love!(sorry if thats kind of creepy its judt my nickname for everyone)

Idk if you still do hp but can i get james potter staring at reader in class and she confronts him abt it and maybe smut or spice????

Ravenclaw!reader (fem!reader)

-🐸

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a/n: Hello there, darlin! I'm so sorry I'm just getting back to you a month later. My writers block has been vicious and I didn't want to give you something half-assed. I hope I did your ask justice :)

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James Potter x fem!reader (Ravenclaw)

warning(s): not proof read, fluff, reader is called little bird and birdie, light cussing, smut, public?, fingering

word count: 3.04k

The cauldron erupts bubbles in front of me, waiting for the final ingredient for today’s brew. There’s a gag stuck in my throat as I pick up the little vial filled with troll bogeys. I turn my head to avoid the slimy liquid drip out of the bottle. I unfortunately turn my head and make eye contact with James. His stare is unwavering and it’s almost as disgusting as the bogeys. His full pink lips are turned up into a smile and his big doe eyes are staring right into mine. I raise a quizzical brow before turning back to my cauldron. With five counter-clockwise turns, and a gold shimmer emerging from the pot, my invisibility potion is finished. I fill up the empty vial in my left hand and the ladle with the other to spoon in the clear liquid.

With the cork pushed in, I turn around and walk towards Slughorn’s desk. I can tell he’s recruiting for the Slug Club by the thankful look on Gwenog Jones’ face for a reprieve when she sees me walking in their direction.

“Excuse me, professor?” I tap his shoulder before I speak. Gwenog makes a swift, but discreet exit when he excuses himself to talk to me.

“Finished already?” He asks me with a smile.

“Of course.” I respond, with a proud, but humble expression.

“10 points to Ravenclaw for being the first to finish.” There’s a giddiness that bubbles through my body at the praise.

My eyes catch James’s again when I turn around to return to my station. He’s such a weirdo. Every time we’re in proximity his eyes are on me. Before my mind even registers it, I’m walking over to his station with an unwavering determination in each step. His eyes widen, but he quickly recovers. The shocked look on his face turns into a smug one in half a second.

“James, why must you insist on staring at me during class? It’s bad enough you do it in the halls, at Honeydukes, Slug Club parties, in the middle of a quidditch match. I can’t even escape your stares at common room parties. What do you want?” The irritation in my voice is not suppressed by my volume, low as not to disturb the others around us still working on their invisibility potions.

“Little bird-” He starts.

“I told you not to call me that.” Yet it still makes my heart palpitate, if only for a short while.

“Little bird,” I roll my eyes. “it is not a crime to stare. I just happen to be admiring one of the many beautiful wonders in Hogwarts.”

“Dream on, Potter. Weren’t you just flirting with one of your precious fellow Gryffindors in Muggle Studies not even an hour ago?” I walk away from him and back to my station to clean up. I sadly hear his footsteps not too far behind me.

“Someone sounds jealous.” He accuses in a calmish tone.

The bad part is I think he’s right. The worst part is, I know he’s right. He’s annoying, an ass, an extremely corny flirt, yet I don’t entirely hate when he’s around. He tells decent jokes and I enjoy the pranks he and his friends pull on Filch. It almost feels wrong to like him. I’d hate to be that type of girl that easily falls for a guy just because of a smile and the slightest bit of attention.

“Someone sounds delusional.” I refute.

“Class is dismissed! Don’t forget to clean up your stations and return Friday with Leech Juice, Shrivelfig Fruit, and Stench of the Dead for Thunderbrew. Oh, and Miss Jones, please see me after class.” Poor Gwenog could only escape the Slug Club talk for so long.

“I’ll be right back.” James informs me with haste.

His feet match the speed in which he spoke. He’s gone back to his cauldron before I get the chance to fully turn around. After putting my book and potion in my bag and casting the cleaning charm on the cauldron, I send it back to my room and turn to the door. I’m about two steps into the hall when I feel his presence right behind me yet again.

“James, this is borderline stalking. Don’t you have something to go blow up with your friends?”

He walks ahead and opens one of the double doors, letting me through without having to switch my books under one arm. I debate taking the floo flames near the arched opening at the end of the hall to get to my common room quicker, but there’s this feeling inside of me, a yearning, that wants to just keep walking.

“It’s only stalking if it’s unwanted.” He grabs my books and continues to walk next to me, forcing everyone else who was walking from the central hall. It’s not the narrowest hallway, but him and his strut insist on walking smack dab in the middle of the hall.

“I doubt that’s correct.”

We make a right and ascend the stairs to the heart of the castle. Only a few students litter around the found and near the staircases, indicating that some of us actually decided to go to class today or are in Hogsmeade to await detention when they are inevitably caught. Ferdinand spies on the students in The Three Broomsticks and runs (as far as a portrait can run any way) to the nearest professor to tell on us. I swear he’s worse than Peeves. I’m surprised no one has stolen his frame and placed him in Hog’s Head or burned him.

“Besides, who said your attention was wanted?” My tone holds a slight hint of teasing as I make another and continue to walk up 2 more sets of stairs.

“Possibly the fact that you haven’t used depulso on me yet.” I smile to myself, glad that he’s able to work with my wit.

“I wouldn’t be so harsh. You’re only a minor nuisance.”

I make the mistake of looking over to him and I am instantly hit with the curiosity of how he is still single. He’s the ideal boyfriend height, popular, funny, and caring. Some of his pranks are annoying, but they’re never with malice intent. I do slightly agree that this school needs to light up a little. And his hair, I mean, the most perfect set of loose curls you’ve ever seen. His round glasses enhance his attractiveness rather than a dork like I did my first few years here. Not to mention he smells amazing. Like coffee and eucalyptus with a hint of tobacco from the ciggies that he smokes.

“So you’re saying I have a chance of taking you out?” I pause my steps at the landing between the steps behind us and the next on my left.

“Now when did I say that?”

“You didn’t not say it.” I blink up at him once and again a few seconds later. Only him. My head leans down as I chuckle.

“Fine, one date. You have one date to impress me. This Friday after Magical Theory. Meet me at the boat house.”

I don’t miss his subtle fist pump to himself as I take my books from his right arm and walk up to the floo flames.

“Wait! Why the boat house?” He asks after I’ve told the floo to take me to the common room. I shrug.

“I’ve always wanted to go on a picnic date.” With a wave, I step in and let the flames take me where I directed.

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I caress the corduroy material of my skirt while gently swishing my feet in the water at the bottom of the wooden ramp. The sound of the tiny waves the water makes due to the slight breeze that’s running through. The sound of nearby trees accompany the water, tempting me to doze off until James gets here.

“I made sure to get one of everything from the kitchens.” I turn my head to see James holding a basket and a goofy smile on his face. It's small and sincere, yet still goofy.

“You’re abusing the elves. Pitts should put you to work considering how much you’re down there.” I return the smile before drying off my feet and putting my shoes back on and walking to him.

“He only makes you work if you’re there for detention.” Smug.

“Speaking from experience?”

I gently take his hand in mine and walk around to the outside where the extra boats are stored. We sit down, swinging our feet over the edge of the ground. The water isn’t high enough here to wet our shoes and we have a perfect view of the castle. That’s why I chose this spot. One would think that you’d be sick of looking at the place that you’re stuck at for almost 9 months out of the year, but I still find the beauty in it years later. I’ll miss this place dearly when it’s time to graduate.

“No. Maybe. Okay, fine. Yes, but only because I made that tiny puddle in the trophy room.”

“Ha, tiny puddle my ass! You flooded the whole room plus the hallways that surrounds it. I’ve never seen Filch that pissed off before. I was sure he was about to explode and tap into the power he was never given.” It’s hard for us to do much besides laugh as we recall the memory.

After a few “okay”’s and “okay seriously”’s, we open up the basket and take out the spread. More stories are told between the both of us as we let the world go on around us. I find out about his long lineage of Gryffindors and I tell him of my lineage of Ravenclaws. We grew up similar, with my family being a little more strict. Time seemingly flies by and it saddens me in an unfamiliar manner. A feeling I can’t place. I miss him? How can you miss someone who is still in your presence?

“Hey, where’d you go?” His serious tone startles me out of my thoughts. I look over to him and give him a lopsided smile.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I believe I have feelings for you, James Potter.” A sarcastic chuckle flows from my lips before I can stop it. “In one afternoon, you have somehow forced me to admit the impossible. Well, not the impossible. Not that it’s impossible for anyone to like you! I just didn’t think that I wou-”

He encloses my cheek in this palm of his hand and gently brings our faces together until our lips touch. I don’t resist and let my lashes kiss the apples of my cheeks as I sink into the kiss. It’s not a particularly long kiss. Short enough to have me silently praying to Merlin that it could have gone on longer. I chase his lips when he pulls away and my eyes flutter open.

“Why’d you stop?” I ask in a whisper.

“I want to show you something.” I look at him bewildered. He fails to notice as he rushes to pack everything up and help me up.

“Now?”

“Now.”

We’re back in the boat house and in front of the floo flames. I’m still trying to process how his lips felt on mine, smooth and pillowy soft. No rush and definitely better than the last person I kissed. I can’t believe he stopped. Didn’t even give me enough time to savor it. I don't realize that he had the flames take us to the greenhouses until I look up and see the giant wisteria tree that sits in the middle of the entrance. I give him a deadpanned, and slightly irritated look when I realize where we are.

“You stopped kissing me so we could come to the greenhouse? I love plants, but I preferred the other thing we were doing.”

“Hush.” He kisses me on the cheek and leads me down the curved steps closest to us and down the path to the greenhouse tree. It’s deeply rooted into the castle, so it sits in a small pool of water. What I never noticed is the stairway on the side that leads below ground.

We walk, a little faster than I intend, down the spiral stairs and passed an archway that reveals to be some sort of storage place, but also displays the trunk of the tree through glass windows.

“Godric, how did you stumble upon this place? It’s gorgeous! Wait, why are we here?” I touch the glass lightly in wonder that such a place has existed all this time and I never knew about it.

“Well, little bird, I figured that it was time for you to give your wings a rest. Here, come lie down with me.” I turn to find a set up of blankets and pillows and him nonchalantly sitting there as if this array of cushions has been here this whole time.

I follow his directions and sit down next to him. My head finds a home on his shoulder and I watch the water bubbles float to the top. Now that I have calmed down, I’m glad he took me here. It's quite gorgeous. Right as I get comfortable, he shifts up and moves behind me. With one leg on either side of me, he pulls me closer to his chest.

“You okay there, Mr. Potter?” I put my arms on the outside of his bent legs, letting my hands rest on his knees.

“Perfect.” The tips of his fingers lightly trace up and down my arm. My eyes close on instinct. I lean back into him and let my body focus on the one sensation, sighing as I do so.

“Is there a reason you were so reluctant to go out with me?”

My heart takes a hit at his question. A question I’m not sure how to answer without saying bitter or pathetic. A question that I don’t know the true answer to.

“I mean, you’re James Potter. One of, if not the most popular guy in school. You run around with your friends pranking anyone and everyone. No offense, but why would I take you seriously about wanting to go out with me? We’re on different calibers and just by recalling what you told me about your family, you guys don’t venture outside of your houses when it comes to the romance department.”

He’s quiet, and it makes me nervous. Did I deeply offend him? Is there going to be another date after this? Did I completely fuck everything up? His hum interrupts my internal spiraling.

“Well, you got me there. Everything you said is true,” His hand begins to trace the top of my thigh, inching closer to the inside. I subtly, but slowly open them up. I don’t know why, but I assume my body does. “However, that has nothing to do with you and my feelings towards you.”

He traces the apex of my thigh. Starting at my knee, down to the crease that joins my thigh and hip, and back up.

“We’re both equally popular, so I’m not sure that was a mark against me.” I open my mouth to rebuttal, but he beats me to it, “You may not know it, but you, my dear, are very popular.”

My skirt has now become a mini with the opening of my thighs pushing it up. The tip of his middle finger skirts the hem of my underwear. It’s such a simple touch, not even touching anything truly intimate, yet I gasp in pleasure at it.

“James,” I lightly huff.

He ignores what sounds as a plea and proceeds to gently push down on my clit. “As for the other things, I heard that girls like funny guys. It seems you do since I’ve caught you laughing a time or two whenever I set off fireworks in the Great Hall or throw a dungbomb in Charms.” The circles he draws causes my back to arch and push myself more into his hand.

“As for my family, I happen to not be like them. I prefer to venture out and experience more.” He finally slips his hand inside of my underwear and makes contact with my clit bare. His finger slides in between my inner lips and collects the already formed arousal, then he brings it back up to continue circling my clit.

“J-James,” The air thickens in my throat. I gather any air I can, but the sensation from him touching me makes that more important than breathing.

With my hand on his, I direct him further down to my entrance and ease his middle and ring fingers inside of me. The thrusts are slow, but deep. Each whimper that escapes my lips becomes prominent after the last. I have to fight the urge for my thighs to close around his hand. The palm of his hand rubs perfectly against my clit when his fingers switch from pumping pressing up against the squishy part inside of me that causes a pornographic moan to fill the room.

“Such a good girl, birdie. Come on, cum for me.” His fingers return to my clit, with a little bit more pressure, completely undoing me.

My thighs entrap his hand and I hold on to his arm. His coos and praise help ground me after a few minutes. I’m eventually able to relax my thighs and let go of his arm. He whispers a “good job” in my ear before softly pecking my cheek. When my clit stops throbbing, he pulls his hand out of my underwear, revealing my cum completely blanketed over his fingers and thinner layers scattered on his palm.

“Is my attention still unwanted?” I can feel the smirk from a mile away. I turn around and softly connect our lips before responding.

“Yes.” I tease. Our lips are a mere centimeter apart, letting mine brush against his as I speak.

“You make the prettiest moans, you know that?” My eyes widen and I turn my head to the side to avoid eye contact, closing mine in embarrassment at his words.

“Hey,” with a gentle hand he makes me face him again, “can I hear some more?”

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years ago

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How bad is it? (Lance Stroll)

Lance is there to help you through another time of the month

Note: english is not my first language. I'm trying to include Lance a little bit more in my blog (if you have any Lance account recommendations, let me know!), so I hope you enjoy this piece as this was a very self indulgent piece, also with the help of three lovely anons (thank you so much for sending the asks in (I choose not to share them as they could be a bit more personal for you))! This is also the second smutty piece I write, as I don't write many because while I love to read them, I don't think I write them that well, but this one just had to be it because it is really relatable and it's also part of it all!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

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Tw: reader's period (mentions bleeding, cramps, pains), smut (period sex)

"Are you and Lance doing anything this weekend?", Chloe asked, sipping her coffee while you stirred your tea, "yes, we are both taking Friday off so we can have a long weekend with the bank holiday on Monday. I think he has some things planned, nothing too structured and rather just for us to spend some time together", you smiled, tapping your spoon on the edge of the cup before taking a sip, hoping the warm drink would help you settle your stomach after another dinner with the Strolls where you had a variety of food so wide you're sure you were not the only one who didn't know half of the names of all the foods you had.

When you got home later that night, you got ready for bed, sitting carefully on the bed after putting two of the decorative pillows by your feet so you could prop them up, "are your legs feeling tired?", Lance inquired as he walked out of the ensuite, dress in his sleeping shorts after he also got ready for bed, "a little bit, it was probably the heels I wore today", you noted, opening your arms so you could cuddle and nuzzle your face in Lance's neck, kissing his soft skin, "Good night, sweetheart, sleep tight", he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

Waking up the next morning was not the experience you or Lance had hoped for. Your boyfriend had woken up a little bit earlier so he could get started on breakfast, knowing that he'd have at least a twenty minutes head start before you could notice he was gone from the bed and look for him. On your end, you woke up because of the expected reason, feeling the loss of Lance's body and the heat he provided before you felt the pressure on your lower belly increasing, groaning to cope with it, "please, please, please, not this weekend", you whispered to yourself as you made your way to the bathroom, sitting down on the toilet and confirming that, indeed, your period had arrived. Grabbing your products from the cabinet, you got yourself sorted and then dressed in a pair of shorts and one of Lance's t-shirts before making your way downstairs, smelling what you assumed was pancakes.

Lance was indeed flipping pancakes on the stove, his naked back to you inviting you to curl up against him, making you clear your throat in hopes of not startling him, catching his attention, "I was going to bring this up to the bed", he murmured soflty, turning off the induction stove so the last pancake could finish cooking and then opening his arms to hug you, "Good morning, did you have a good sleep?", Lance said after he kissed your forehead, "Good morning, handsome. I was fine until I woke up and mother nature decided it was time for me to feel like I have a baby dinosaur eating my uterus for breakfast", you groaned, finding some comfort on the warmth radiating off of Lance's skin, "from 1 to 10, how bad is it, my love?", he asked, earning a mumbled "7" from you before your face cringed, "is it the smell of the pancakes?", your boyfriend questioned again, moving the plate away from you once you nodded.

Looking at the fridge, you decided that eggs would be the best option, since the smell of your favourite pancakes currently made you nauseous, "I can make them", you reasoned with Lance, "your pancakes are going to get cold, bub", you insisted, your boyfriend easily taking the bowl and fork you were planning to whisk the eggs in away from you, "breakfast was going to be my treat anyhow, but now that you're not feeling your best, I'm keen to continue with it", he smiled, kissing your forehead and shushing you to sit in one of the stools in the kitchen island, stealing glances once in a while.

While Lance ate his chocolaty pancakes, you ate your toast with scrambled eggs, "so, what are the plans for today?", you asked, "you said you wanted to do that trail by the forest, and it looks like it's a good day for i-", you began suggesting, remembering his excitement when he came back from a run and suggested that you would join in someday for a walk along the trail, "Y/N, I was planning on having a weekend cuddled up to you, doing whatever you wanted to do inside, and since your monthly cycle has greeted you earlier, I'm especially not going to suggest, much less take you, to do that trail, okay?", he interrupted you, his hand joining yours on the cold stone counter top, "I know you like the back of my hand, and while I appreciate that you want to do something I liked and suggested we do, I also want to take care of you and let you rest, because I bet the last thing on your mind is putting on leggings and going for a walk outside", he finished his rant, eyes sparkling at your blushing cheeks, "yes, I was hoping you'd want to stay in", you mumbled, puckering your lips so he could kiss them, "this weekend was always going to be about us, so cuddles and kisses it is".

Sitting in the living room sofa, Lance picked out a comedy show you both liked to watch, having spent enough time on it to the point where you know most of the lines already. It was all fine until your boyfriend's hand, that had been rubbing circles on your lower belly, began rubbing wider circles and accidentally touched your boobs, "fuck, Lance!", you hissed, your hand moving to where his was previously, "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry!", your nervous boyfriend scrambled, "they're very sensitive, more so than usual", you explained, trying to soften the concerned crease on his forehead, "I know they look good, but you might have to stay away from them for a little bit", you teased him, relief overcoming you when you finally saw him smile.

After havin lunch, you felt good enough yo help Lance tidy the kitchen, despite his initial concern that it would make your back pain and cramps worse. You were putting the last plates on the cabinet when you felt the first cramp since earlier in the morning, slowly getting back up and resting your hands on the counter top, trying to soothe the pressure by rocking your hips on slow circles, "Are you okay, sweetheart?", Lance asked when he saw you, putting the table cloth in its designated drawer and approaching you, his hands on your hips, "My cramps have started again", you groaned, turning around so you could steal a cuddle from Lance, supporting your chin on his sternum and looking up at him, "how bad is it?", he asked, "about a seven, eight maybe, they're picking up", you mumbled, "is there anything I can do for you?", he questioned, "some cuddles would be nice right now", you suggested, pushing him to your shared bedroom.

Even though you had to get up a few times to use the bathroom since your flow was always heavier around the first few days, the cuddles and the nap you took helped distract you from the uncomfortable pressure on your tummy that had been building up.

"Do you have your products or do I have to pop to the store?", he asked gently, "I have enough, thank you. I stocker up last month", you reasoned, "but I was wondering if we have everything to make a carbonara? I just remembered it exists and now I can't stop thinking about it", you blushed. "I saw them all this morning, I think we do, yes. So, no sweet cravings this month?", he pointed out, "so far, no. At least I didn't steal your pancakes and you can't blame me for making you eat sugary things this month", you winked, "I did that once! The rest of the times I have mastered the art of hiding it from the nutrition team!".

By the end of the night, you were back in bed, tummy full of good food and waiting for Lance to come up and joing you, "I warmed this up", Lance announced as he walked inside the bedroom room, your wheatbag on his arm while he carried a tray with some water and snacks on it, "I also have some meds here in case it doesn't help", putting the wooden board on top of your nightstand and sitting beside you, "I thought I was out of them", you looked at the box, "I noticed you were running out and bought another box when I came back from the factory the other day, just forgot it in my car", he explained.

Opening your arms, you managed to just about lace them around his neck, pulling his face closer to yours so you could kiss him everywhere your lips could reach, "thank you, my love. I would've been miserable if I didn't have you here today", you pushed him to be closer to you, cuddling once again in his chest while he ran his hand along your back, often kissing the top of your head.

When Lance noticed you were falling asleep, he tapped your arm so he could have a little bit of your attention, "I know the bag is still warm, but if at any point it stops working, the tray has your meds, some water and snacks of it gets too much during the night, okay? And wake me up if you need anything", he tutted, earning a nod of confirmation from you and then a kiss to his naked chest.

Waking up was a slightly better experience that it had been the morning before, feeling Lance's body heat against your own, the wheatbag long forgotten on the floor. Somewhere around three in the morning, you had to wake up to change your pad and take one of the pills with Lance's help, since you couldn't help the lightheaded feeling that overcame you, "I'm sorry you feel like this, gorgeous. But I'm here for whatever you need", he comforted.

Laying with your back to Lance's chest, it was not difficult to figure out that you were in fact feeling his morning wood. Unlike last month, where you wouldn't allow Lance to even touch your tummy without you having a shirt on because you just didn't feel that great and felt a tad bit gross, this time around you were turned on by it. Wiggling closer to him, you turned yourself around so you could face him, kissing his neck in hopes of slowly waking him up, "to what do I owe the pleasure of being waken up like this?", your boyfriend's croaky morning voice rasped, his hands coming to hold your waist as pulling you impossibly closer to him, "I woke up to this", you palmed his erection through his sleeping shorts, "and I have my very handsome and amazingly wonderful boyfriend right next to me in bed", you carried on, hands feeling the muscles contract on his abdomen, "and I'm a bit horny too, all these hormones are making me very needy", you gulped, finishing with a kiss to Lance's throat.

Moving his hand under your pyjama top, Lance continued to nip kisses anywhere he could, "do you want to keep this here?", he asked, pulling his face away enough so you could look at eachother in the eye, "can we move this to the shower? It will be less messy", you suggested, your boyfriend not allowing any of the embarrassment features that framed your face stay any longer, nodding and kissing your lips passionately before he took you to the en suite, turning on the shower while you sorted yourself out from the night before, helping you take off your clothes so you could both get inside.

The warm water was helping your bodies loosen up, hands roaming on the other's body, feeling and leaving caresses as his fingers travelled to your hips, one hand holding you in place against the cold tiled wall as his hand moved to touch your clit, "Would you like me to play with your boobs too? Or are they still to sensitive?", your boyfriend asked lovingly, his hand that was holding you in place now free and caressing the side of your chest, "they hurt still", you mumbled, enjoyed the way his fingers danced on your skin.

Lance hummer against your throat, enjoying how you were squirming under his small and simple touches. His fingers returned back to your waistline, rubbing your soft tummy in circles before dipping them further down, quickly finding your clit, making you gasp. By now, every little touch and feel of him was turning you on, the smallest touches bringing your nerve endings to erupt like fireworks. His touches were soft but skilled, leading you to arch your back from the wall, your sensitive nipples grazing Lance's skin, earning an hiss and a whisper from Lance, "careful, bub, dont do anything that can hurt you", he whispered, moving a hand to soothe the sharp pain. Whimpers left your mouth while you felt your tummy tightening, the pressure increasing, “you're doing so well, Y/N”, Lance muttered against your neck, smirking against the skin while you only concentrated on his fingers. You were so close already, clit twitching under his touch from his touches, combining the right amount of pressure and flicks, the small circles and the feel of his hands on your torso bringing you closer as your legs bent slightly.

"Are you close, Y/N?", he asked, seeing you were out of breath, and the way your body was reacting was enough for him to know your answer, "it's okay, my love, you can let go. I've got you", he whispered on your ear, your moans delicious in his own before you let go. You allowed your fingers to hold onto his strong neck when you couldn't trust your legs to hold you up given the knot in your stomach that was starting to unravel. Your boyfriend's name spilled out of your mouth like a mantra, eyes rolling to the back of your head from the orgasm's intensity. You tried your best to gain your breath back, feeling Lance kiss your shoulders and neck, "are you okay?", he questioned, his hand that was not supporting your legs moved forward caress your back, "yeah", you managed to croak out, smiling against his skin when you heard yourself.

As your eyes fluttered open, you turned to look at Lance, seeing him smile while his eyes were wide, making you place a kiss on his lips, "it was so good, Lance, so good", you whispered like it was a secret you wanted to keep between you two. Forcing your legs to the floor, you regained control over your body, seeing Lance switch the shower from its top part to the detachable head, "you want me to?", he gestured to the running water, earning a small nod from your. The water felt amazing against your skin, holding Lance's hand so he could allow you to run water along where his hands just were, not expecting the area to be so sensitive still, another hiss leaving your lips followed by a mewled moan, "still sensitive?", he joked making you swat his chest, "c'mon, let me wash your hair", he tried his best to divert your attention away from his aching cock, "I want to make you feel good, too", you tempted, your hand travelling down from his belly button, "if you want to, though. If you think it's too gross or you don't want to, it's fine, I'm sorry I eve-", you were interrupted by a breathtaking kiss, only splitting so you could breathe, "Y/N, there isn't a moment in which I don't want to be inside you or having you wrapped around me, so if you're up to it, I'm all in", he smirked, "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable with it", he finished, holding your hand in his and kissing your knuckles one by one.

Smiling, you hoisted your leg up on his hip, his own hand holding your leg in place while his other guided himself to your entrance, “if at any point you don't feel good or it hurts, yiu tell me, okay?", Lance mumbled against your shoulder, warming you up before he thrusted his hips up, sinking his cock into you. Sex with Lance was always amazing, but maybe it was your increased sensitivity, the moans and gasp you let out indicating it. From being in your period and your previous orgasm, everything felt better, stronger, deeper. You could feel every every vein of his cock sliding against your walls as he slid in inch for inch, slowly and pleasurably, “I love you so much, Y/N”, Lance moaned as he bottomed you out, making you tap his shoulder impatiently, wanting to feel him filling you up again and again, moans leaving your mouths as he began to move in a slow pace.

“It feels so good, my love, you're so tight for me”, Lance moraned, increasing the speed of his thrusts, and sending bolts of pleasure through your entire body.

His hand looked for yours, pinning it against the tiled wall, and when he felt your leg drop down, a sign that you were no longer to keep it up on your own, Lance hoisted you up completely, helping lace your legs on his hips, his movements feeling even better as they touched the particular spot inside you that made you see stars, "it's better this way", you whimpered, letting him know he could carry on.

He hummed as your lips met, your arms wrapping around his back safely and holding him closer to you as you felt yourself nearing climax again. Lance was nearly there too, his breathing uneven, thrusts growing sloppy and a little less precise, “are you going to cum for me, beautiful?”, he asked, pulling back from your lips only slightly.

You mumbled an affirmative answer, followed by a moan that confirmed Lance's suspicions, and with one last thrust, you came again, feeling Lance's own release as he groaned against your neck, mumbles of praises your name leaving his mouth.

You stayed like that for a while until Lance tapped your thigh, silently asking you if you were okay to stand on your own feet, making you drop to stand, still rubbing circles on his back, enjoying the closeness of his body to yours, feeling his kisses on your skin.

"I'm going to grab the shower head and I'm going to point it to the area between us, okay?", you asked, earning a nod from your boyfriend who managed to get it to you, turning on the water so the whole situation that had happened could just flush down the drain, "Oh, you're squeezing me so well, fuck, Y/N", he said, "I thought you'd be more sensitive", he reasoned, making you blush, "I am, but I'm also aware that this area probably looks like a murder zone and the less we see of that, the better", you reasoned back, chuckling when Lance kept looking into your eyes, "best look at you then. Luckily, it's something I could do forever", he smirked.

"There, see? All good, my love", Lance said once only clear water was running to thw drain, "how bad is it?", he asked, craddling your face with his hand. Smiling, you hugged your boyfriend once more, resting your chin in his sternum and looking up at him, "almost zero", you kissed his jaw, "I love you, Lance. Thank you", you said, your boyfriend shaking his head, "you don't need to thank me, okay? It's bad enough you have to go through the pain, it's my job to do the best that I can to help you with it", he mumbled, kissing your lips before grabbing your shampoo bottle, turning around so he could start washing your hair.

"I feel a lot better now, do you still want to go on that walk?", you questioned Lance while you towell dried your hair in front of the mirror in your shared bedroom. Chuckling, Lance approached you, hugging your from your back and rubbing circles on your tummy. You seemed to have not forgotten that he wanted to go on that walk, but he also noticed that even going up the stairs tired you out, "I've seen how much you struggle with going up the stairs", Lance reasoned despite your insistence to do something for him and that he wanted to do, owning up to it, "I feel like I have elephant legs all of a sudden, it's like I'm carrying a baby elephant on each of my knees", you mumbled, "so why don't I give you a massage? Henry sometimes helps me when I have restless legs", he forwarded, "I promise I'll do my best", your boyfriend suggested, making you take off your leggings and lay on the mattress while he got your favourite body oil.

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How to Sell Visual Novels at Conventions

Or, “how do you table at an anime convention and actually get people to stop by your booth and actually get interested in visual novels????”

Picture this – me, someone who’s never been to California nor flown alone arrived to the Hyatt at the San Francisco Bay, being greeted by several online friends I’d known for years but never met in person. After a great time walking around the surrounding Burlingame area and meeting back up with the rest of our group, we had to actually put in some work for the day.

That is, setting up our booth for the convention starting the next day.

We unpacked box after box, taking turns standing around with our hands on our hips and heads tilted wondering “how the hell are we going to set all of this up?”. I decided to make it my job to set up our keychain display. All I had to do was get a copy of each keychain we had and pin them up – we even had a box from prior conventions that had a single copy of (most) of our keychains, for displaying. But as I opened more boxes, I found more and more keychains…

After threatening to change the password on their Vograce account, I found we had 10+ boxes of merchandise for niche visual novels that we were trying to sell at a vtuber convention. Not an anime convention, not a gaming convention, a vtuber convention! Going to bed that night, already tired, I was sure there was no way we would make a profit…..

…And yet, we made more on Friday than they had for the entire convention in 2023. By Sunday, we had made more than double that, having sold items to over 100 customers with most purchases around $40 each. We weren’t selling fanart, we were selling a majority completely original art.

We lived the dream of a lot of indie developers – we sold physicals of our indie games and people bought them. But how did we do it??

a little context

Some background – OffKai Expo is an annual vtuber-oriented convention in Burlingame, California, a suburb of San Francisco and just 15 minutes away from their airport. If you don’t know what a vtuber is, just go watch my oshi Gavis Bettel. In 2023, Studio Élan had a booth at the convention as it’s somewhat local to some of our members. We decided to have another booth at the convention for 2024 and I offered to work at it (what’s a booth without a marketer?).

The only anime convention I’ve ever been to was the local one in Memphis, namely Anime Blues Con, but those are….lacking, to say the least. Not much to do, very limited artist alley, waning attendance (which was already small to begin with), barely any new artists nor sights year after year… I’ve always wanted to go to a convention outside my area, to say the least.

But how did we manage to make the weekend successful?

conceits

What we did won’t be entirely replicable for most devs reading this, but there will be some insights and takeaways that I’ll highlight that are applicable to anyone wanting to table at conventions and sell their games.

Our table was for Studio Élan x VirPro – it was a joint table between our yuri visual novel studio and our indie vtuber friend streaming group, Virtuality Project. We sold some merch for VirPro, but I’d estimate that was no more than 20% of our sales – we still would have made a profit even if we weren’t selling that merch.

this table held our limited VirPro merch. we were able to hang our Élan prints on the wall behind it thanks to our friends at Studio Nekomata allowing us to tape our prints to the backside of their display. we also had a Miho cutout, but she didn’t want to stand up this weekend…

However, it is important to note that Studio Élan is not a new studio. We’ve been around for years, have 15k followers on Twitter, and have several visual novels released. We’re not extremely well known, as we are within a niche within a niche, but we aren’t unknown either. Some people actually cosplayed our characters at the convention! It’s definitely possible some locals came to OffKai Expo just to see our booth & panel (we also held a panel on Saturday where we announced 2 new games).

Another thing to note is that we have a stock of merch from running an online store and having held Kickstarters before. Specifically, we have physical copies of almost all of our games as well as artbooks, soundtracks, clothing, and more. We had tons of keychains and 11×17 prints, sure, but we also sold a lot of merch that is much harder and more expensive to produce.

So, tl;dr, things we had going for us:

We are established developers with a following & released games

We have a sizeable amount of merch already made for our online store, including physical games & artbooks

We were boothing with our indie vtuber friend group and selling their merch on the side

But our main problem:

We were boothing at a vtuber convention, not an anime or gaming convention

Now, with all of that out of the way….

convention standards

First off, let’s look at some basic things you can expect while tabling at a convention. (for the purposes of being specific to visual novels, when I say “convention” I’m only referring to anime & gaming-adjacent conventions—OffKai falls under this as vtubers are both anime & gaming-adjacent)

At a convention, you will typically be selling in either the artist alley or the dealer’s room, which are both referred to as the vendor’s hall. For small conventions, these two may be the same area. The artist alley is typically for artists selling keychains, prints, and more. The dealers room is for vendors that sell larger merch or have more items to sell – this can include artists but also includes people selling imported items (such as anime figures) and companies.

Conventions have a set amount of hours that the events go on and the vendor’s hall is usually not open the entire time. These rooms will usually open in the morning, around 10AM or so, and allow vendors an extra hour for fixing things before opening every day. For OffKai, we had to stay at our booth for about 8~ hours every day, except for Sunday. Sundays are always the shortest days for 3-day conventions, as the convention will usually wrap up around dinner time (if not earlier).

Vendors get time the night before the convention starts (usually Thursday night, with most conventions I’m referencing being Friday-Sunday events) to set up their booths. It took us around 3 hours to fully set up our booth, with 4 of us working on it. Setting up your booth will go a lot smoother if you do a trial run before the convention.

Every convention I’ve tabled at or known a vendor at provides vendors with at least 1 table and a chair. More chairs are usually easy to get, you just need to ask staff before the vendors hall opens up.

tip 1 – bring a friend

Conventions provide tables and chairs, but they don’t provide helping hands! You’re probably going to need help unpacking and setting up the table, but you’ll definitely need to take breaks during the convention for the bathroom, food, and more. You can’t just ask staff to sit at your table and you can’t just hide everything while you’re gone. Bring a friend to help out!

If you have to go alone, make friends with the people boothing next to you and ask them to watch over your table if need be. Be sure to keep your money and payment processors with you if you ever have to step away. And bring snacks & water!

our merch

Like I said, at Élan we have typical merchandise for our visual novels like keychains and acrylic standees, but we also have physical copies of our games for PC & consoles, artbooks, soundtracks, and more.

We had these types of merch:

Acrylic & wooden items

Keychains

Standees

Pins

Print media

PC discs

Console discs & cartridges (Nintendo Switch, PlayStation 4 & 5)

Artbooks (game artbooks, limited edition anniversary artbooks)

Soundtrack discs

4×6 prints (CGs, key artworks)

11×17 prints (key artworks, exclusive convention artworks)

Clothing & fabric

T-shirts (4 designs, 1 color each)

Hoodie (new collaboration design, for all of our games)

Scarf (new collaboration design, for 1 of our games)

Fabric flags (key visuals)

Misc.

Grab bag (misc small items)

$5 bin (misc small items)

Pencil bag

Mousepad

Enamel pin

Plushie (limited Makeship leftovers)

Some of these were items we’d never sold before such as the hoodie, scarf, and 11×17 prints. Some of them were also much more of a hassle than others.

In terms of storage and cheapness to make, prints and stickers are by far the winners (we didn’t sell stickers at OffKai but plan to in the future). Prints are basically the best thing you can sell for production cost:profit, as a 4×6 print can cost you $0.20 but sell for $5+ and an 11×17 print can cost $0.60 and sell for $15-20.

On the other hand, t-shirts can be some of the most difficult merch to work with. They take up a lot of room (we had at least 2 boxes of just shirts/hoodies) and require you to have multiple different sizes. The plushies were great & easy to sell, but at the same time they cost a lot per unit and take up even more space than shirts.

The physical copies sold great, but the cost to produce & room to store them makes them unwieldy for most developers. I would recommend them over more bespoke merch like clothing, though—several people came to our booth, having never heard of our games, and left with a physical game. CD discs rather than DVD cases are much easier to store and can be handmade, although ours are manufactured.

tip 2 – be selective with what merch you make & bring

Unless you’re lucky enough to have a convention down the street from you, chances are you’re going to have to travel to the convention. That means packing everything up, possibly shipping it, etc…. You need to be picky with what you bring if you don’t have multiple cars to throw it all in.

My merch recommendations:

4×6 prints

Ours were $4-5

Dirt cheap to print, easy to store

Easy for people to buy because of the low price point and ease of carrying

Idea – these are so cheap to print, at the very least print some of your key visual & logo to hand out to people for free

Stickers (die-cut or sticker sheets)

Dirt cheap to print, easy to store

Easy for people to buy because of the low price point and ease of carrying

Idea – some conventions won’t allow you to hand out free stickers. For conventions that don’t, I would sell either singular die-cut stickers or sell them in packs

Keychains

Ours were $12-15

Cheap to print, not very hard to store

At this price point people want to have an attachment to the characters before buying

Idea – if your game is relatively unknown but you still want to print keychains, consider packaging them with something else like the game or a sampler CD of the demo / soundtrack

Physical CD disc games

Ours were $30

Not cheap to print, not very hard to store

People will buy copies of games they’ve never heard of because it’s an interesting item to own and seen as more value than a digital copy (even if physical is more expensive)

Idea – it doesn’t cost much to get a 50 pack of CDs, the cost comes from the packaging and time to make the entire thing. If you don’t have a finished game yet, consider printing your demo out on CDs in paper slips to hand out for free

our booth

Now that I’ve talked about basics for conventions and what merch we sold, what did our booth actually look like?

We didn’t have a pre-convention trial run, so we were essentially winging it. With all of the merch I outlined, could you believe we crammed all of the display copies on 1 table, 2 shelves, and 1 clothing rack?!

Our main focus was making sure each of our physical games were visible. After all, we were at a vtuber convention where most attendees didn’t know us, so we wanted to have a way to show off our games. We spent a lot of real estate on showing individual game copies and having brochures spread out.

tip 3 – have an idea of how you’re going to display things before the convention

We also brought several items to display merch. For keychains & pins, we had a simple corkboard leaning on a photo stand / easel. For acrylic standees, we had a clear nail polish stand. For physical copies, we had photo stands and bookends. For clothes, we had a small clothing rack. For physicals, we had 3 small bookcases. These were all extremely helpful, but they are added costs and more things to carry to the convention.

here’s a better look at our 2 bookshelves. the purple ladder one was at the back of the booth highlighting some items and storing various artbooks & bundles and the smaller one was at the front left of the booth by the VirPro merch, basically in the walking aisle

The corkboard and various photo stands were must-haves, regardless of what you’re selling. A corkboard makes it easy to display anything on it, whether it’s keychains, stickers, mini-prints, announcements, posters, and more. Photo stands were also super helpful for propping our corkboard on but also showing off individual physical copies.

this was me trying to arrange the corkboard and acrylic stands. photo stands and art easels can in handy!

Along with the display stands, we also brought some decorative items like pink table clothes and flowers. These aren’t required, but help make your booth more noticeable.

A few miscellaneous items I plan on bringing to our next convention are a hand sanitizer dispenser, a small air purifier, and fliers. I always keep hand sanitizer on me, but it’s easier to use it when it’s in a convenient bottle and place. Several of us got sick after the convention (despite me wearing a mask), so I’m also bringing a small air purifier to keep some germs away from the table. I also want to bring small fliers for our upcoming games—while brochures are wonderful, I want something that’s easy (and cheap) to hand out to anyone who looks at our booth, not just the people we talk to.

tip 4 – be aware of merch thieves

We arranged our table in a way that we didn’t have to worry much about people stealing merch, though that is a problem at some conventions. As you might’ve noticed from the pictures, our smaller items like the keychains are at the far back of the booth, right beside where we sit. That allowed us to keep a better eye on it.

Rather than sitting behind our tables, we arranged our booth to be where people would walk inside it. This allowed us a way to talk to people easier. We also made sure to hide our card readers, phones, and more when any of us left the table, though this was easy because we almost always had 2-3 people at the booth at any time.

my advice

If I were an indie dev looking to booth at a convention and had the time and spare change, I would if it were close enough to drive to and the booth cost under $500. Unless you’re an established developer or have a popular artist working on your project, it’s hard to justify that cost.

tip 5 – don’t forget to budget for…

booth costs

extra badges (most booths come with 2 free badges)

hotel

travel

food

merchandise manufacturing

any shipping fees (your luggage, merch, etc.)

display items, extra things for your booth

While you may find a booth for $250, you also have to remember the travel fees, cost of food, all of the extra items you’ll need aside from merchandise, and more. A $250 booth for a 3-day convention could easily end up costing you $2,000+, and that’s if you don’t pay yourself or coworkers for their time at the booth!

If you’ve never been to a convention before then definitely go to one as an attendee before becoming a vendor. Get a feel for the place and have some fun, even if it means you won’t be able to booth there for months or a year.

tip 6 – be sure to bring…

Some kind of handout for people with your game & logo on it (fliers, business cards, brochures, etc.)

Small stationary merch for your game (4×6 prints, stickers, etc.)

Corkboard to display things on and something to prop it up

A way to take card payments and cash for change

Hand sanitizer

Pen/pencil and sticky notes

Clamps

Tape

this is the inside of our old brochure! it details our different games and highlights some upcoming titles

I’d also try putting your demo on CDs to hand out to people who seem really interested if you can. CDs are pretty cheap to get now, and even if you just get a 50 pack that can run you around $12, which ends up being $0.25/CD. Not a bad cost for getting a potential fan, if you hand them out only to people who are really interested or package them with other merch and sell them.

Your main effort if you’re not an established developer, however, will be awareness. Talk to the people who stop by your booth. Tell them hi and explain to them what you make. I had several people clearly not understand what visual novels were, but I had many more who became interested once I mentioned we made these games. “Wait, you actually made them?!”

tip 7 – talk to people!!!

People at conventions think art is cool. They think indie games are cool. Be honest with them and show them your hard work. Yeah, this means you have to put on your extrovert cap for the weekend. Just don’t treat it like you’re a car salesman—you’re a game dev first and foremost and enjoy this line of work so much you want to share it with strangers at conventions. Let that shine through in your words.

All in all, conventions are stressful, tiring, and a lot of fun when they’re run well. If any of this sounds interesting to you and you find a convention close enough to you or one that will be relatively cheap to attend, I recommend trying it out.

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OffKai Expo was so, so much fun and I’m so happy I was able to attend. It was a well run convention, our booth did amazing, I got to meet actual fans IRL, and I was able to finally see a lot of my online friends in person. I was scared leading up to it but I’m so glad I pushed myself to go. Having an in-person panel there where the room was almost full absolutely blew me away—I kept asking “do they know what room they’re in? Did they get lost?” If you came to our panel or booth, thank you!!

— Arimia

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accio-victuuri · 2 years ago

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💟 yh family concert vlog cpns & some yibo thoughts…💭💬

thank you to yibo-official for feeding us with some content this weekend. it’s been kinda quiet since friday, so this is a sweet treat for everyone before monday comes in.

( excuse this very extra gif i’m using for this post. lol. i’ve just been obsessed w/ how yibo looks in this. the way he turned his head is so cute. soooo… ☺️ )

YBO is back. or the question is, did they ever leave? lol. ever since that news/rumor came out, together with the lrlg post, I was still 50/50. Because it’s hard to confirm things, especially ones that involve his career and what’s allegedly going on. However with the content that’s being released, from OnO to now, it has the same feel as the original YBO. who knows. I’m just happy, like everyone else, to see this kind of updates from his team.

Yibo is not really one to share much personal stuff anymore on his social media accounts so YBO is so important. Plus the fact that they regularly update their IG too ( remember to interact on their please! ) for us international fans gives them plus points in my book.

It’s also a relief to see the negative comments wind down to being non existent. I truly understand why some fans feel the need to complain, but ybo is not really that place. I personally don’t like the idea of acting like an anti in a space that represents yibo. that could just be me tho.

Anyway, I hope we get more! I wanna see the bts footage they have with BTF & One and Only! I feel like they spoiled us with HB’s 1 hour + BTS footage so we’re all expecting to get the same for BTF & OnO. BTF has some restrictions i guess with what they can share since some filming were done in military sites.

Now I wanna highlight this portion of the vlog, with WYB being in a good mood during the last part of the concert.

This was the part where some people were saying that he looked ‘unhappy’, implying that’s because he didn’t wanna be there / cause there are mostly bxgs who attended. however, this clip, and a lot of the moments on the blog told a different story.

He was obviously not dragged in there — crying and screaming to perform. He was invested with his performance. He looked happy to be with his professional “family”. It’s an example of some fans having their own biased interpretation with this event. I respect those who decided to not attend, it’s their choice and money. But it was really irritating to see them nag and bitch about those who decided to support yibo. Plus it’s their own money. They can spend it however they want.

Funny thing is, those big name accounts who were so vocal about being against Yuehua Ent. & attending — did in fact, attend the concert 😂😂😂 so yeah. It’s an age old story. Don’t believe big name accounts, especially on weibo. These KOLs that “lead” fan opinion can be very shady. At the end of the day, we’re all here to support WYB and his projects in the best way we can. 🙏🏼

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🍫🍦 TIME FOR SOME SUGAR/CPNS !!!! 🍭🧁

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The fact that the video is 8:05 minutes long which is an example of how kadian/numbers are important. Well, not all the time, but the team takes that into consideration. So if you see them pulling a 10:05, that would be very sus 👀

As usual, some editing similarities….

Again, editing similarities, even if there are so many could still be a coincidence but it’s fun to still pay attention.

Also the details in YIBITO. He has the apple watch! I will never get over the fact that this “detail” is being highlighted like this when it is a popular cpn among turtles and we always look for it.

Some also noticed this “….” Which we don’t know the relevance of, but it could be a clue that LRLG is from Bobo’s team. This is unusual for me, cause ellipsis are usually “…” right?

I’m taking it as a galaxy brain cpn 🌌

ZZ also allegedly got off work today at 19:22, and then ybo posts @ 19:36. Yes, WYB has his own team but since we CPN that their staff could overlap — this timing is interesting. Maybe it needed a final sign off from the other boss? 😂😂😂😂

SHOUT OUT TO BOTTLED JOY, cause WYB was seen using some during the bts. He also took one with him in the Thailand roadshow. So i guess it’s safe to say that he has a good relationship with the brand, despite what others feel about them. He wouldn’t be showing off if he wasn’t. I’m looking forward to his renewal with them and what new stuff & campaign will be in place. BXGs will surely be lining up to support.

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year ago

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Office Hours - Chapter 9

Pairing: None (for this chapter) Category: Fluff/Angst Warnings: Heavy Drinking, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Depictions of Weed, Descriptions of Vomiting Word Count: TBA

Summary: Friday finally comes and you still have a decision to make. Meanwhile, a familiar face reappears while you’re going about your day…

A/N: I honestly never intended for this to be longer than five chapters, but here we are. 🤷‍♀️

Ch. 8 <- • -> Ch. 10 (Final Chapter)

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“Can’t wait to see you tonight”

You scanned over the text you just received from Hobie, your cheeks flushing as your heart skipped a beat. You gasped when you nearly ran into someone and dropped your phone.

“Sor-“ your eyes widened as Miles held up his hands.

“Welp, that’s one way to greet someone” he chuckled. Your eyes lit up as you embraced him. Your friend grunted as you squeezed him in a tight bear hug. “Missed me?” Miles laughed while he handed your phone to you. You nodded. His dark brows furrowed as he scanned your face.

“You okay?” he asked. Your small smile faltered a little as you squeezed your phone.

“Yeah, it’s just been a long week,” you said.

“Mhm,” Miles hummed in agreement. You raised a brow.

“What do you mean ‘mhm’? You were in crystal clear waters for like a week!” you said before flicking his arm. Miles laughed as he dramatically recoiled.

“San Juan isn’t just one big beach you know,” he clicked his tongue before flicking your arm back. Your smile returned as you tucked your phone in your hoodie pocket.

“Well, I’d love to hear all about it over coffee,” you hummed. Miles sighed.

“Sorry (Y/N), I’m in Parker’s next class,” Miles shrugged. His eyes widened as he watched the door start to close. “Which is starting now,” he said with a bit of an apologetic grin.

“See you later,” you waved before he slipped into the room. You sighed before making your way down the hall and out the building.

The frigid air nipped at your exposed face as you trudged towards your favorite coffee shop in the Student Center. You shivered and wiped your boots on the rug as soon as you stepped inside the lobby. Christmas decorations hung over your head as you breathed on your hands. You felt a little lighter than usual as you walked into the coffee shop, the scent of cinnamon and vanilla wafting through the air.

“Welcome to The Black Cat! What can I get started for you?” a platinum blonde barista chirped as you strolled up to the counter. You mirrored her expression as you gazed at the menu.

“Hmm, I’ll have a grande hot chocolate with extra whipped cream please,” you grinned.

“Make that two,” a familiar voice said behind you.

The whites of your eyes grew as your blood ran cold. You didn’t dare to turn around to see his gaze pierce into your being. Your body tensed while you heard a step taken behind you, a massive shadow looming over your smaller form.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Miguel said in an low, hushed voice. Time stood still as your feet remained frozen to the tiled floor.

“Is this guy bothering you, hon?” the barista asked as she narrowed her blue eyes at the man. You swallowed thickly as you gripped the straps of your backpack. Her words barely registered before you started to slink away, your face frozen in a dazed expression as you quickly walked out the door.

“(Y/N), hold on,” Miguel called. Your hairs stood on end as he caught up to you.

“Can’t you see I don’t want to talk to you?!” you snapped. Your professor quickly rushed around you, planting himself in your path like a brick wall. You flared your nostrils and looked down at your feet as he towered over you.

“I know that what I did to you was wrong,” he began. You bit the inside of your cheek as your eyes stung with bitter tears. “Listen, I really don’t think this is a good place to have this discussion. Please, just come to my office and-“

“And what, Miguel? Are you gonna fuck me again while thinking about your wife?” you hissed as you shot him a menacing glare. You frowned when your eyes landed on his face. It was much more gaunt now with dark bags lingering beneath his red eyes. The man before you took a deep breath.

“No…I actually want to apologize to you about what I did,” he confessed. The gears in your head were rapidly turning as you took a step back.

“What. You. Did,” you repeated as you gripped your straps again. The pain inside you quickly formed into a billowing storm cloud, consuming your mind in a whirlwind of emotions. “What you did can’t be fixed by one conversation, Miguel,” you choked. His eyes softened as he held up his hands.

“Muñeca, please. I’m…I’m sorry,” Miguel sighed as he reached his hand out towards you [Doll]. You took another big step back as you watched him like a rabbit eyeing a hungry fox. You instantly regretted what you said next, but there was no going back.

“Who are you apologizing to? Me or Mari?” you huffed. Miguel’s body immediately tensed at your phrase, a blend of sorrow and rage dancing in his dark brown eyes.

“Don’t bring her into this,” he said with a clenched jaw. Your throat grew tight as you glanced at him up and down, the apprehension inside of you eating your heart alive.

“You know what? No, just-no. I’m done with this conversation…I’m done with you,” you said before turning on your heel. You gasped as he grabbed your backpack, your body nearly falling backwards before he let go. You straightened your shoulders as you gave Miguel a sideways glance. His breathing was a bit ragged now as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Please, (Y/N),” he murmured, his eyes pleading and glossy. You simply shook your head as you backed away. You don’t remember much after that, other than the chilled air crashing over you as you rushed to the bus stop. You gasped as you stumbled over your own feet, your heart pounding and head spinning. You caught yourself against the cold metal of the bud shelter. Snowflakes glided across your puffy cheeks as you took a shaky breath.

“Did that really just happen?” you thought as a wave of nausea washed over you. You shivered before slipping your arms around yourself, your body feeling heavier by the second.

“He’s hurting,” the voice chastised you. You felt yourself grow smaller beneath the dark, snowy sky. “He’s hurting and you just left him there,” it hissed.

“No,” tears ran down your cheeks as you shook your head.

“You’re horrible,” the voice snapped.

“Just leave me alone,” you muttered as your body wound into itself. The low hum of the bus thankfully pulled you out of the maelstrom of your thoughts. You sniffed as it pulled up to the small shelter, your legs feeling frozen to the bench. The door creaked open, the apathetic bus driver gazing forward as you climbed inside.

The world around you grew even colder as you slipped into a seat. A few people scrolled through their phones as the bus lurched forward, a Christmas song muffling through the speakers. It took everything in you to keep yourself together, your eyes red and throat tight. You just barely made it to your stop, rushing off of the bus before the doors creaked shut behind you.

You sighed as you carried yourself inside, your head tilted down as you slowly walked towards your dorm.

There’s no way in hell you could make it to the concert tonight. Not when you were this close to falling apart again.

Your hand shook as you tried to slip your key into the slot. You felt a fresh stream of tears trickle down your face as you finally heard the door unlock. You pushed yourself inside and gasped as Peni walked out of the bathroom. Her bright smile immediately fell when she saw your tear-stained cheeks.

“(Y/N)?” she asked. You immediately brushed by her and swung your bedroom door closed. You heard her softly knocking as you shut yourself inside. “(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” she asked.

“Go away, Peni,” you said as you tossed your backpack to the side. Silence lingered from the other side of your door for what felt like hours. You sighed as you sank onto your bed.

“(Y/N)…please, just let me in for a little bit,” she said, her voice cracking. You gripped your comforter as you sniffed, your body trembling as hot, heavy tears fell onto your lap.

“You wouldn’t understand,” you muttered. Your door cracked open a little, revealing Peni’s solemn expression. You perked your head up when you saw her glossy eyes.

“Maybe not. But it won’t stop me from trying to be here for you,” she sniffed. You glanced back down at your feet before tilting your head to the side. Peni slowly came towards you, her footsteps soft and light. “Can I sit down?” she asked. You nodded slowly, eyes still set on your black boots. Your friend sank onto your bed, her hands clasped together in her lap. The only sound in your room was the low hum of your space heater for a while.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. You shook your head as your shoulders tensed. Peni hummed and nodded, her feet shifting side to side.

“Why am I so stupid?” you suddenly said out loud. Peni tilted her head.

“Why do you say that?” she asked. You frowned and sniffed again.

“I don’t know. I just feel like I am,” you muttered. Peni sighed.

“Well, just ‘cause you feel something doesn’t mean it’s true, right?” she asked. You blinked as you knitted your brows.

“Right,” you sighed before falling back on your mattress. You let out a long sigh as you gazed up at the stark white ceiling. “I don’t think I can make it to the concert tonight,” you said. Peni shifted at the end of your bed.

“(Y/N), I know I’m not a licensed therapist or anything, but maybe going out could be good for you,” she smiled. You squeezed your hands together as you blinked away several more tears.

“What’s the point?” you huffed. Peni bit the inside of her cheek before she perked her head up.

“C’mon, Cinderella. Your fairy godmother’s here to help,” she said as she stood up and held out her hand. You couldn’t help but snort out a quiet laugh.

“What does that even mean?” you sighed as you threw your arms at your sides. Peni hummed as she stood up and walked over to the closet. You furrowed your brows as you sat up while she sorted through your clothes. Your friend smiled triumphantly as she held out a black dress that tied at the back of your neck.

“It means that I’m not gonna let my friend be by herself on a nice Friday evening, especially when there’s a ball to go to,” Peni winked. Your eyes sparkled a little before you frowned.

“Thanks, Peni. But I don’t see how some makeup and a nice dress will fix…this,” you said as you gestured to yourself. Peni clicked her tongue as she invited herself to look through your jewelry.

“It won’t,” she shrugged before turning around. You watched as the shorter girl strolled over to you with your heart choker in hand. “But you still deserve to have fun, no matter how you feel about yourself,” she smiled ear to ear. Your heart melted at her words as she held the dress and choker out towards you. You gripped your hands as she patiently waited for you to take it.

“C’mon, sis,” she urged with a sparkle in her eye. You bounced your leg for a little bit before sighing. Peni smiled triumphantly as you took your clothes from her. She turned around to give you some privacy, humming to herself as she rocked on her heels. A small smile crept on your face as you gazed down at the dress, your heart feeling a little bit stronger than it did before.

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To say the place was packed would’ve been an understatement.

“This way! Gwen saved us some spots in the front row!” Peni yelled above the chatter. You tried not to step on anyone’s feet as you stumbled in your black combat boots. The smell of cigarette smoke and something a bit more…pungent wafted through the air. You wrinkled your nose as you ran through a dense cloud of smoke.

You noticed a few people staring at you as you were tugged along. Peni was practically shaking with excitement when the two of you finally made it up front. You glanced up at the stage, a fog machine steadily releasing a fine cloud across the dimly lit floor. You touched the heart charm on your choker, squeezing the cold metal between your fingertips as your heart raced.

This would be the first time you’ve seen Hobie since Thanksgiving. You bit your lip as the crowd began to cheer, the band smiling as they strolled onto the stage. Gwen’s eyes lit up when she saw you, waving her hand rapidly before slipping behind her drum set. A reverent silence fell over the crowd as Hobie walked onto the stage.

You felt your chest tighten as you locked eyes. He looked near angelic, his skin slightly glistening with sweat and soft eyes beckoning your attention. The crowd erupted with applause as he took the mic.

“How’re we doin’ tonight New York?” Hobie said, his voice reverberating inside the smoky venue. You flinched a little as the crowd roared even louder with applause, the loud sound crashing over you like a wave. “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear!” he chuckled. You froze when the two of you locked eyes, time slowing to a standstill. Hobie parted his lips as little as he gave you a warm, gentle smile.

“I’d like to shake things up a little tonight by turning it over to the one and only: Glory Grant!” Hobie announced before strolling over to a beautiful woman in dark ripped jeans and a t-shirt with the band’s logo. She took it from Hobie with a small grin before raising it to her lips.

“Alright, you animals. This one’s not an original, but I think a few of you might be familiar with this little ditty,” she smirked. She turned back to Gwen who gave a short nod before raising her drumsticks.

“ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!” your roommate shouted before Glory began to yell into the microphone. You felt your body tingle with electricity the second Hobie’s nimble fingers began to glide across his guitar strings. The audience cheered and jumped around as the melodious notes cascaded through the crowded space.

You couldn’t help but move around a little yourself, your hips swaying side to side as Glory’s voice echoed from the mic. A smile slowly but surely crept onto your face as you danced with your friend, your loose hair whipping around wildly as you raised your hands above your head.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this alive: your heart pumping and body moving to the beat. You and Hobie locked eyes again. He flashed you a bright smile as he continued to strum on his guitar, his puffy wicks bouncing as he nodded his head to the rhythm.

“Are you trying to dance?” someone shouted next to you. You jumped before rolling your eyes.

“Christ Miles, you scared the shit out of me,” you laughed. Miles chuckled before he started to move with the two of you. The song swelled and dipped before Glory pulled out a megaphone.

“Repeat after me! Who took the Bomp from the Bompalompalomp!” Glory shouted into the megaphone. You joined in the crowd, shouting at the top of your lungs while Glory marched with the beat. “Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” she yelled, her voice static and crunchy.

“Who took the Ram from the Ramalamadingdong?!” you and Peni shouted together before giggling. You continued to jump around before your mouth started to grow parched. You smacked your lips.

“I’m gonna go get something to drink. Do you want anything?” you yelled. Peni and Miles shook their heads.

“You want me to come with you?” Peni shouted, her high-pitched voice shrill in your ear.

“Nah, I’ll be okay,” you smiled. Your friend nodded as the song began to come to a close. You excused yourself past several people before eventually strolling to the bar at the back of the venue.

Your heart was still thumping as you eyed the scruffy bartender. He leaned against the bar as you slotted yourself between two very inebriated men.

“What can I get for you?” the bartender asked.

“Do you have anything that can help someone have a good time?” you said. The bartender simply nodded before throwing the towel over his broad shoulder.

“I’ve got just the thing. It packs a punch, though,” he replied.

“That’s fine,” you said, the song coming to a close as you smiled. The bartender gave a short nod before stepping away to make your drink. One of the men beside you gently nudged your shoulder. You blinked you glanced over, a lopsided smile plastered on his face.

“Hey, kid. Don’t listen to that guy. If you wanna have a good time, just smoke one of these,” he slurred as he slipped a joint out of his jeans pocket. Your eyes widened a little, the piece of wrapped Marijuana almost taunting you as he lazily flicked it side to side.

“That’s nice of you to offer, but no thank you,” you gave an uneasy smile as you tried to stand up straight. You wrinkled your nose when he slung an arm around your shoulder, his breath wreaking of musty weed and hard liquor.

“Aw, c’mon baby. Where’s your sense of adventure?” he snorted.

“Lay off her, John,” the bartender snapped with a scowl. The man huffed as he slipped his arm off of you.

“The fuck is your problem, Eddie?” the man growled. Eddie squared up a little with your drink in his hand.

“You - you’re my problem. Now get your shit together or leave,” he growled. John’s eyes flickered with annoyance before he spit on the counter.

“Fuck you,” he hissed before wobbling away. The bartender sighed as he shook his head.

“Sorry about that,” Eddie apologized.

“It’s okay. It’s not your fault,” you replied. The man chuckled as he slid his drink over to you. You tilted your head at the dark colored beverage. “What is this?” you shouted as the volume of the song swelled.

“Something new I came up with! I call it Venom!” Eddie shouted back. You glanced back down at your drink, tapping your fingertip against the cold glass. You licked your lips before taking a swig from the drink. Your tongue was immediately overwhelmed with the taste of coffee liqueur and vodka. You smacked your lips as you swallowed the beverage, a slight burn tingling in your throat.

“So?” the bartender asked. You waited a few seconds, letting the flavors linger.

“It’s a little tart,” you said while wrinkling your nose. “But not bad,” you tilted your head when a sweetness coated your tongue.

“Good, ‘cause you’re the first person besides myself to try it,” Eddie laughed.

“Glad to be of service,” you said before handing the bartender a $10. “Thanks for the drink, you can keep the change,” you smiled. Eddie gave you a thankful grin before pocketing the money. Someone else came up to the bar as you turned back around, ready to brave the crowd again.

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You were clumsily swaying along to the music, your cup barely hanging between your fingers. Your head was spinning wildly as you shuffled your feet. You snorted and giggled to yourself before taking another sip, only to find the glass completely empty.

“Aw man,” you pouted. Your eyes were half-lidded as Peni rested a hand on your shoulder.

“You wanna head out? You’re looking a bit…sleepy,” your friend said. You blew a raspberry as you nearly stumbled over your own two feet.

“Ahhhh I’m fine, see?” you held your hands out, accidentally tossing your cup aside. Peni gasped as you stumbled back, a trail of spit falling from the corner of your mouth.

“C’mon, (Y/N). Let’s just get an Uber and head home,” Miles said. You paid no mind as your attention lingered on the stage in front of you. Your pupils dilated when you saw Hobie shredding on his guitar, his movements hypnotizing and drawing you forward. You hiccuped as you pushed past two raving fan girls, your breasts pushing against the edge of the stage as you reached up at him.

The Brit gazed down at you, his body highlighted with a bright backlight. God, he really was an angel.

“I love you, Hobie Brown!” you screamed wildly as you threw your arms up. Hobie grinned as he stepped closer, but as soon as he did, you felt a strong burning sensation rise in your throat. Your body shook as you opened your mouth and vomited all over his combat boots, staining the dark faux leather.

A loud, collective “oooh” rang out behind you. Tears pricked at your eyes as you coughed and sputtered. The wretched, acidic taste glued to your tongue as you dared not to tilt your head up. Hobie simply froze on stage while several flashes of light erupted behind you. The crowd was in a frenzy as he slipped his guitar from his shoulder and hopped off the stage.

“C’mon lovie,” he urged you as he stepped in front of the people recording you with their phones.

“Where are we going?” you slurred as he led you towards a big, black door. You watched as Miles and Peni were held back by security while you and Hobie slipped backstage. The fluorescent lights above you were blinding as the two of you made your way down a short hallway. You felt a small ounce of remorse as you saw Hobie’s tense face, his plump lips drawn in a tight frown. Your mouth felt dry.

“Hobieeeee,” you drawled. The lanky man glanced down at you as you pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I loooove you, Hobie,” you slurred. He sighed.

“I know, love. C’mon and rest back here, yeah?” Hobie nodded at another security team member as he took you into a green room.

“Hey, what’re we doing here?” you babbled. Hobie gripped your hand a little tighter. A wave of warmth washed over you as your friend grabbed a few tissues and wiped at your lips. He exhaled as he looked at your elated expression. “What’s wrong? Are you mad at me?” you sniffed, your emotions switching like the flip of a coin. Hobie patted your hand as he bit the inside of his cheek.

“Not mad…it just breaks my heart to see you do this to yourself,” he said softly, a broken solemnity in his deep, brown eyes. Your dizzy smile shifted into a frown as he cupped your cheek. “We’ll talk later, yeah?” Hobie said in a more firm voice. You felt your heart crack as foggy memories of Miguel resurfaced. Your bottom lip trembled as tears welled in your eyes.

“Hobie,” you whispered in a strained voice. The tall man kneeling in front of you leaned down and pecked your forehead.

“I’m sorry, love. We have three more songs, but my friend Ben here’s gonna take care of you,” Hobie reassured you while tilting his head towards the security man. You sniffed and gripped his hand.

“Please don’t go,” your voice cracked. Your friend placed another hand on top of yours.

“It’ll be back soon…promise,” he whispered. You released a shaky breath before slowly nodding, your head throbbing with a dull pain. Hobie gave your hand one last squeeze before he let Ben inside. You fell on your side, your head growing more and more dizzy as your vision began to blur.

“Please don’t go,” you murmured.

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