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[horsemage]

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[strawbeerossi]

One Margarita

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Luke Alvez

Description: When a popular tiktok song makes its rounds around the BAU, the poor men of the BAU have to listen to the women belt it out constantly.

Content/Warnings: Pure fluff honestly, the whole team is silly, the girls have fun, suggestive dialogue, dramatics of Spencer Reid

Word Count: 0.8K

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Another post I’ve had locked away for a while! Sorry for not posting this last night as promised, I had entirely too much to drink last night lmao.

Tagging my two besties @daddy-dotcom and @rainaaaskyy

There were some songs that were just meant to be catchy, no matter how annoying they could be. The rise of catchy songs came with the likes of TikTok, especially when it is filled with people who get famous for dancing to the most random songs or it inspired artists get their work into the world.

Some songs were made for humor related purposes, which birthed some of the most catchy pieces of music that would have anyone driving the surrounding people insane. Case in point, Penelope came into work excited to show the girls of the office one song she found on the app. 

At first, they made fun of it and they all had their laughs, then the five of them put together a dance for themselves. That made the rest of the BAU endure the group acting like a group of teenagers who just had their favorite band release a new song that they needed to listen to until they got sick of it.

Spencer felt like he was going insane, Matt couldn’t help but laugh every time they broke out into their own song, Dave just thought they were insane but he found himself humming along with the girls, then there was Luke who thought it was the most amusing thing he’d ever seen. It was like Y/N would sing it everywhere and even if the song was one of the dumbest ones he heard, he’d admit that it was catchy.

That was why he’d belt it around their shared apartment, which would always result in the two getting into a laughing fit that left both of their stomachs hurting. He would even do his own improvised dances for each line of the song, which again, could have Y/N crying laughing. 

It was a slower paced day at the office, everyone getting caught up on the paperwork that they hadn’t gotten around to yet because they were caught in an endless loop of jumping from case to case. They had to work fast because evil never seemed to give them a fucking break.

So, it became bustling with everyone gathering up reports and getting ready to give them to Emily to have them finished and filed away. To nobody’s surprise, it wasn’t long until Tara was humming the familiar melody. 

“No. Please. I’m begging you..” Spencer groaned as he brought his hands up to cover his ears. “This is worse than prison. You know that? A million times worse.” They always appreciated the dramatics of Spencer Reid. “I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know, just stop torturing me.” He breathed out.

Luke was already laughing at the man’s actions. “You know they sing it because you have that reaction, right?” He asked, making Matt stop to lean against Luke’s desk. “He’s got a point, Reid. If you laugh about it, they will do it less.” 

Y/N was coming in from the kitchenette while shaking her head. “No such luck, boys.” She laughed as she was skipping to her desk. “I think you should embrace it, boy genius.” She had commented, ruffling his hair on her way to her desk with a smile. 

“I think you boys are just overly dramatic.” JJ piped in with her own opinion while heading over to her desk in order to finish the finishing touches on one of her reports. “No, we are not. That song drives me bonkers.” Spencer responded, his nose wrinkling as he was looking at the two men in front of him. “You’re telling me you like it?”

“It’s not so bad.” Luke responded while Y/N gestured to her boyfriend. “He sings it too! Don’t you, Alvez?” She smirked while lifting her coffee mug to her lips. “I do, yeah. It’s catchy!” Luke began to laugh as he put his hands up in self defense with a grin on his face. “We went out to dinner last night and I got a strawberry margarita and he started singing it!” Y/N emphasized while laughing at the memory of the previous night. 

“Make fun of me all you want but you weren’t opening your legs after that drink at all.” Luke bit back while chuckling as his girlfriend’s cheeks were red. 

“Give her one margarita and she’s going to bed.” He sang while the rest of the office was reduced to their own fits of laughter. “Face it, Cariña. Nobody is getting head or anything of the sort after you’ve had a sip of a margarita. You’re out of commission.”

Y/N was waving her boyfriend off while laughing. “You’re never getting head from me again, Alvez.” She teased while looking back at her paperwork. “You’ve ruined it for yourself!” She laughed at the male, who was putting his hand over his chest in a dramatic fashion. “That is the worst punishment ever! I’ll buy you a margarita after this as an apology.” He mused.

“Then I'll be happy while I'm going to bed.”

[girlwithadragonheart]

Leave Me to the Beasts and Bears

Halsin x Female Reader

Summary: Halsin overhears you singing about your struggles as a woman in the world. Comfort ensues

Word Count: 1,274

Warnings: Paris Paloma song, mentions of rape, assault, SA, graphic flashbacks, this fic is very graphic and intense read at your discretion!!! (I love you don't trigger yourself unless you know it's okay) This is a hurt/comfort because I need it

A/N: This song has been looping in my mind for days, and it really highlights womanhood. Also this is my personal experiences all roped together if you don't like it keep scrolling.

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You had been staying with the Grove for quite a while, and no one seemed to mind. You brought light and life to the druids with your music, and you had become a welcome addition to the lovely place. You had found a quiet overlook next to the inner sanctum and often found yourself drawn there for the peace it brought you.

Your fingers danced idly across your lute strings, humming softly to yourself and the surrounding life.

Halsin heard your melodic voice and found himself drawn to you. Tucked just behind you out of sight. Not that it mattered as your eyes fluttered closed.

Cremate me… Deliver me to safety. So that when it’s spent maybe it will be my own.

Scatter ashes… Leave no marker where you plant it. So the hordes will be disbanded as they search on a treasure map for my headstone.

The druid’s brow furrowed as he heard the softness of your voice carrying solemn words. Little did he know what exactly was on your mind.

Leave me to the beasts and bears. I’d rather that the feast was theirs. They can’t reserve neighboring plots, or request to be buried on top.

Leave me for a day or two, to make sure that I turn blue. For the first time since I drew breath, I’m undesirable again…

Your throat felt tight. You saw them in your mind’s eye. You felt their hands on your skin, calluses scraping against you, nails digging into your arms. Your knees hit the ground with such force they cracked, and you cried out in pain. No one came. Heavy and hard hands ripped your blouse, exposing your chest for predatory eyes.

I’ll tattoo it, just so they think it’s ruined. And if they think it’s ruined, it’s easier to save. But please hurry, if you really love me, and dispose of me unceremoniously in the waves.

You heard the water lapping at the shore as your chest tightened with that familiar panic. Every time you dreamt about it or someone touched you close enough you were brought back to it again and again for days on end. No matter how far you ran, their eyes would always follow you. Their skin was tainting yours no matter where you went. Chest to chest unwilling, but appeasing.

You remembered their fingers carding through your hair, tugging it roughly from your scalp. You remembered how they put it to their lips and breathed in your scent. 

Leave me to the trees and air, I’d rather that the feast was theirs. They can’t reserve neighboring plots, or buy cuttings of my priceless locks.

Leave me for two days or three, ‘til my fingertips turn green. For the first time since I drew breath, I’m undesirable again.

Those rough hands gripped your jaw, forcing your mouth open as silent tears flew down your cheeks. Even if you screamed, no one would hear you. If they did, no one would save you. You were alone. Just the way they preferred.

The other hand traveled to their belt buckle. You heard the metal clanging in your ears as though cymbals were clashing next to your head. It was past the point of warning bells and alarms, you were in it and you wouldn’t get away before… before…

And they will come in such dismay, that they never did discover where I lay. And I will burn, my flesh and form. Screaming the words, “it will never be yours!”

I’ll take the flame over desecration, promise you’ll make all these arrangements. Don’t you dare think it’s overkill!

I wouldn’t wish the watching on anybody, so if for that reason only, swear to me you will!

Halsin watched you stand, and he heard the tears clogging your throat. He watched you scream these words out to the sea, and he felt his own throat close up. Memories of the Underdark and the drow couple started to surface in his mind. Maybe it was the words or the emotions, but what he thought of fondly started to seem less than. He heard you sniffle, and suddenly he felt those restraints on his wrists and ankles again. He felt them touching him, and his mind wanted to trick him into enjoying it. It wanted to appease his captors and draw pleasure where he could, but this… 

He was watching you break, and for the first time it was like looking in the mirror. For the first time he could see someone else breaking and recognize himself in them. 

And you choked up, feeling suffocated by the memory. You’ll never forget what it felt like. What it tasted like. The weight, the heat, the flavor, the intrusion was forever branded on your mind, body, and soul. It would always be there.

Leave me to the beasts and bears. I’d rather that the feast was theirs. They can’t reserve neighboring plots, or request to be buried on top. 

Leave me for a day or two, to make sure that I turn blue. For the first time since I drew breath, I’m undesirable again.

It was barely a melody at this point. More a choked whisper as you fell to your knees, lute laying still on the ground.

You felt the phantom soreness of every event, every time your body was used for someone else's desires. You heard every word of pleasure and longing that had ever passed to your ears. You felt their hands as they groped and poked and prodded even when you said no. Thousands upon thousands of strangers touching you. Friends touching you. Family touching you, and you couldn’t make them stop. 

But it’s fine because they love you. No! No more. This is not alright, I’m not alright. I’m not alright, I’m not, but no one understands, and no one will even listen, and I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!

Strong arms wrap around you, trying to hold you together, but you’re falling apart freely with no air resistance, and the only thing stopping you is the embrace of warmth and strength and the smell of the earth. You didn’t realize you were screaming. You only thought you were crying, but you didn’t realize how much. 

Not until Halsin collapsed next to you and pulled you into his embrace. 

“I know,” he said softly. “I know.”

You felt his salty tears against your neck as you turned into him, arms wrapping around his neck. Your hands clawed at him desperately, trying to breathe in his safety and comfort all the while he tried to take yours. Kindred spirits, twin flames, two souls having walked the same path, and all you could do was hold onto each other for the ride and pray that you would make it to the other side.

“I’m sorry,” You tell him, burying your face in his shoulder.

“As am I.” His arms encompass you completely, holding you together. His large hands cover your back almost entirely, as though he’s attempting to shield you from your past with his large frame. You allow yourself this brief respite. After everything you’ve endured, you haven’t recovered, and you aren’t sure that you ever will.

It’s of small comfort to you that someone of Halsin’s size and stature knows the pain you’ve endured and has experienced it for himself. But you don’t know those circumstances. Perhaps he is only so large and muscular to protect what he couldn’t in the past. Perhaps he hopes to protect you in the same way.

Either way you are glad he is here.

“You are safe here,” He told you. “They can’t hurt you anymore.”

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A/N: Are you guys okay after that? I'm not. Whew.

Have a good night <3

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[curtsbigspoon]

thoughts on how buck and bucky would end up kissing and/or hooking up for the first time? what would lead up to it, who would make the first move etc <3

I feel like it would have to be either after a rough mission, or a successful one.

First one could be that the grief and loss has worn everyone down, John and Gale are trying to understand their place in it all, to cope with the fact it could be one of them next. 

Gale is more reserved about his anxiety, doesn’t show it publicly, has to be a leader for everyone. John is more likely to get physically antsy, tries to find the positives in it all because he’s still got Gale. 

It feeds off on everyone, able to find hope despite their fears.

Gale’s never been more relieved at John’s glass half full type of energy, feeling less burdened by the weight of pressure.

But John confronts him one night, he’s a little more drunk than he should be, but it’s the only way to find his strength.

He crowds Gale against a wall, his lips pulled tight, pressing his forehead to their shoulder, bottom lip jutted out and trembling. 

Gale feels it then, what he’s been hiding, brings his hand to John’s shoulder and tries to rub him there reassuringly.

John voices his fears, lifts his head, Gale sees how wet they’ve grown. 

“It’s gonna be alright,” Gale murmurs, and he tries to smile, ducking his head slightly. “We’re gonna be alright.”

John swallows, feels a lot of things in the moment, isn’t sure what any of them are.

Not until he brings his hand up, cupping it again Gale’s cheek, surging forward to press their lips together in something that’s too messy, teeth clacking against one another, almost bumping noses.

But Gale doesn’t run from it, just stands there shocked, feels his eyes widen before John pulls away from him. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he whispers, but there’s no menace to his tone, no real rejection to back up his words.

John catches it, and he steps back, nodding his head. 

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have… Too bad I’m about to do it again anyways.”

Right well I should probably say now it wasn’t supposed to turn into that but, I’d feel bad ridding y’all of the extra content so I’ll let it stay.

The other option is much more cheerier!

They’re probably together in the hall, music’s blasting, people are dancing, John and Gale are at each other’s sides as always.

John’s especially taken by the thrill of it all, can’t stop smiling, finding ways to chime in with singing, or patting his comrades on the back whenever they walk back.

Gale’s just smiling, sometimes he grins a little more with teeth, feels the world sweep away from him. 

It might just be one night, but they’re making it his, they’re taking the victory and using it as means to inspire how successful the future could be. 

After all their hard work they deserve it.

John probably saunters back, hooks his arm around Gale, leans real close. 

“Come with me?”

“You need an escort now?”

“I might, you don’t want me wandering off on my own tonight, do you?”

Even though he tries to hold meaning to the theat, the smile spilling over his cheeks shows he’s just trying to get his way.

Gale gives into him anyways, follows him outside, lets him smoke his cigar and leans his head back against the wall to take in the stars.

The world feels at peace for a little while, no fights or fires above, just laughter and joy and beer.

John catches his gaze, follows it with a grin, nudges his arm into him.

“Don’t get too lost in the clouds, Gale. I need you down here with me.”

“I’m always down here with you.”

John laughs at that, thinks it’s the funniest, sighs and leans his head back to join Gale’s observations.

“I don’t plan on letting you go anywhere anytime soon, you can count on that.”

Gale laughs too, something easy and sweet.

John tilts his head towards the blond, leans close to murmur something, and Gale turns in time to catch their lips almost touching.

It stops them both, John’s lips parted and ready to usher words, Gale’s closed and ready to listen - but they split apart when they notice how close John is.

“I don’t plan on going anywhere,” Gale whispers, thinks it’ll spark them both back to normalcy. 

It doesn’t, if anything it halts John further in his tracks, and then his eyes dip.

Gale doesn’t have time to warn him not to be too hasty, to tell him he should move in case someone comes out and sees them so close. 

John’s lips on his force him into silence, everything else falls away, and his cheeks warm under the attention before he gently prods John back.

“Someone could have seen,” he warns, and something about it makes John smile.

Gale’s slightly appalled at his lack of consideration or care regarding the matter until John continues.

“Next time I’ll be more careful.”

Fuck. I ended up yapping again. Okay so I could honestly see it going different ways but I wound up writing two very specific scenarios, sorry bout that one. If you want different like perspectives in the future lemme know.

And, uh, hope you enjoyed??

[pommpuriinn]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 1

｡𖦹°‧ pairing ｡𖦹°‧ - idol!yeonjun x superstar!oc x idol!jungkook

｡𖦹°‧ synopsis ｡𖦹°‧ - a love triangle between Hollywood’s sweetheart, Korea’s golden maknae, and Gen Z’s IT boy. Estrella is a very busy woman never had time dating with all her photoshoots, movie offers, recording sessions, dance practices, and public appearances. As she’s doing a little world tour promotions for her latest mini album ‘You & Me’, and let’s just say that stop last a little longer and it becomes a little too interesting.

Italics = korean

“We are so happy you stopped by in Australia to promote your new album called ‘You & Me’ out now! Thank you again and what’s next? Where are you heading to next?” The kind morning talk host asked Estrella. “Um…it’s a secret.” Fans in the studio whined wanting to hear new info. “I know! I want to say what’s next, but all Megan is allowing me to say that it’s worth the wait and there will be many opportunities to see me. So don’t miss me too much starrys~” Estrella had a cute pouting face, making starrys cheer even louder. “And to where I’m heading next is Seoul, South Korea. I didn’t think I had such a big fan base over there, but I’m so grateful that they love me so much and want me to promote over there and experience their culture. I’m excited.” Estrella smiled at the thought of experiencing another culture and trying new food along with meeting new people.

“That’s beautiful and I hope you continue having an amazing time during this mini promotion tour. Once again please listen to Estrella’s new album ‘You & Me’! And don’t go any where Estrella will also be performing her title track ‘Eleven’ after this commercial break.” Estrella was mimicking the talk host’s action making the audience laugh, but was all light hearted because once the talk host took notice Estrella giggles and pulls her into a hug. “We’ll be right back!” Estrella finished the monologue for the talk host.

Estrella’s makeup staff member quickly made her way onto the stage to do some touch ups. “Sana-chan~” Estrella jokingly gasped, making Sana chuckle at Estrella’s cute characteristics. “She must be a sweetheart to work with.” The female talk host compliments. “She is, but she can be a bit mischievous at times and that’s when you have to be careful.” Sana has many stories of Estrella pranking her with “accidentally” messing up her makeup, or when Sana gets close to Estrella’s face while doing her makeup and Estrella would try and kiss her.

Luckily, Estrella stood still for her touch ups and fixing her outfit before getting into position to start her performance. “Let me retuck your hair real quick,” Sana gently pulls Estrella’s under the white flower chocker (hair like in the photo). “Kill the stage.” Sana whispers, before running to stand next to starrys so she can get the perfect view. The second the lights tone down and shine on Estrella and her dancers the audience went crazy.

ೃᰰ࿔eleven (sorry the audio is bad the person that made the video said the artist of the original song was singing live and the person tried their best to blend ive’s ver and original ver together)

ೃᰰ࿔choreography

The room was filled with fanchants which made Estella smile while singing. Also seeing her lightsticks being waved around excitedly shows how many people came and took time out of their day for support her. Just as the song came to an end Estrella made sure to blow kisses at everyone, as her ending pose.

To many people it’s still weird that a non Kpop artist does and has everything an Kpop artist does, but something about Estrella just fits it so well. Maybe because she was trained like one without all the ridiculous harsh criticism instead was given constructive criticism, and actually helped her work on it. She was taught about fanservice, having fanchants, how important photocards and lightsticks are, always being thankful for your fans who got you where you are today. Estrella didn’t much help with any of those because it just came to her like a second nature; she made the fanchants and posted it on her twitter, she made sure to practice taking selfies for her future pcs, the second Megan mention making a lightstick Estrella already drew it with the thought of how pretty it will look in pictures and with starrys waving it around, and ever since the beginning Estrella was thankful of her fans even if it was just one she would give them a massive hug and express how appreciative she is with just knowing her name.

As Estrella was the last segment in the show she was able to wave ‘bye’ to all her starrys that were in the studio. Estrella was making sure to look at each and every one remembering their faces and all the small details. “Estrella could you sign this?!” A fan holds up a recent magazine cover Estrella did. “Of course!” Estrella runs to the fans making everyone around scream with how close she is to them. “What’s your name?” Estrella looks right into the fan’s eyes. “P-Priscilla.” Poor Priscilla was captivated by Estrella’s big doe eyes causing her to stutter her name. “What a pretty name~” Estrella still holding eye contact smiles while signing and gives back and now signed magazine. “I’ll make sure to come back to Sydney, bye starrys!”

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“Another one down and one more to go.” Megan crosses off the list in her IPad Pro. The crew was currently driving back to their hotel finally being able to relax a bit before their flight the next day to Seoul. “Make sure you write down Australia for a tour stop, please.” Estrella drags out the word ‘please’, making Megan open the tour stop list. “Estrella you practically have the world map on your tour stop list already.” Megan snicker. “Good that means starrys all over the world will have a chance to see me.” Estrella looks out at the window, daydreaming about how her tour is going to look like fill with starrys and their lightstick singing and dancing– “Nuh-uh, don’t start planning the tour already missy. You still need to take a break from working so much before you burn yourself out.” Daya who is now Estrella’s assistant manager, scolds Estrella from the passenger seat erupting her daydreaming.

“Yeah after during some promotional work in Seoul let’s take a mini vacation there–oh! We can also go to Japan and I can show you guys what I grew up with. Plus don’t you love Pokémon mine chīsana hoshi?” Sana was trying to convince Estrella. “I do! Let’s do it.” Estrella’s eyes sparkle at the thought of purchasing all the little cute Pokémon plushies plus the thought of all the cute theme cafes they can go to. “Let’s just rest before planning something else.” Megan couldn’t handle booking more plane tickets and hotel rooms. The migraine was slow seeping through again.

Once everyone showered and all went to rest in their respective rooms for a good amount of time, Megan texted the group chat to meet in her room to give a little run down the schedule in Korea Estrella has. To no one’s surprise both Estrella and Sana walked in with their matching Chiikawa pajamas and matching Sanrio headbands. “Oh was I erupting something important?” Megan holds in her laughter, as she sees not only the matching pieces but they both had a pink skincare face masks on. “No. Not at all.” Estrella innocently answered. “Ah Estrella never loose your bright spirit.” Daya and the rest of the team love how oblivious Estrella could be. They just want to protect her from the world.

“Ok moving on,” Megan cleared her throat. “So once we land we go straight to our hotel rooms and immediately start getting Estrella ready for her interview with very popular television personality, Yoo Jaesuk. Have you been studying more Korean?” Megan looks up at Estrella. She hums ‘yes’, “hi, I’m Estrella Blue and please take care of me.” Everyone clapped. “That was good, and don’t worry you will still have an ear-in so they can translate for you. Next we have music bank promotions only for a week to test out the waters. During that time you can do tiktok dance challenges with some idols, and speaking of tiktok challenges we have this company called Hybe which is the home to many big artists originally know for groups like BTS and Tomorrow x Together. Who want to show you around the building and film again tiktok dance challenges with their artists including showing you around the company. The next one is the ‘You & Me pop up shop.”

“Wait! They aren’t trying to recruit her right?” Daya rises an eyebrow towards Megan. “Hell no! What they emailed me and talked through the phone is wanting to film a little video showing Estrella around that’s it.”

“Good just making sure.” Daya nods. “Then finally attending some Seoul fashion show/parties and that’s it.” Megan sighs, finishing reading the schedule. “I hope I do well guys.” Estrella was stressing a bit about the language barrier and all the new mannerisms she had to learn to make sure not to offend the people of there. “Hey, you got this mine chīsana hoshi.” Sana wraps her arms around Estrella’s shoulder hugging her. “Plus you have a large group of fans waiting for you there already ready to support and cheer you on.” Sana gives some comforting words, hopefully bringing Estrella spirits up. “Yeah, don’t stress Estrella.” Daya affectionately pets Estrella’s head. “Trust me our precious star we will always be by your side. And when things get too much just signal to us, and we’ll be there.” Megan takes a hold of Estrella’s hand gently caressing her knuckles. “Thanks guys.” Estrella pouts, feeling emotional with all the love they are giving her.

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Waking up at the crack ass of dawn, going to the airport and checking in, finally flying then landing. The whole team were like zombies coming out of plane dragging their feet following everyone out. Estrella’s security got close to the team, as they were getting closer to the door leading out to the main airport lobby. “Wait! Before went enter chaos. Let me fix your outfit.” Sana quickly stopped Estella was moving to fix tiny details. “Ok,” Sana sighs. “You’re perfect.” Estrella snickers at Sana. “Thank you~” Estella sings.

The second those double doors slide open bright lights start flashing and the yelling starts. “Oh my god.” Estrella really underestimated the popularity she holds in Korea. Just as Estrella was going to start walking the Korean press was telling her stop and pose for them. “Just give a couple of cute poses.” Megan whispers before getting out of the shot.

“Estrella over here!”

“Heartu heartu Estrella!”

Estrella was trying to do all the heart poses she remembers. Some fans were showing her which ones to do. “Ok that’s enough we have to get going, thank you.” Megan announces to the reporters. Security immediately goes back to Estrella’s side and start their walk out of the Incheon airport. Estrella is surprise with all the phones and cameras that were filming every second of the walk along with fans trying to hand her letters and gifts. “Oh, thank you.” Estrella smiles, and took the gifts. Some fans were trying to get Estrella to complete their hearts which she gladly completed them. What really took the Korean fans’ hearts were when Estrella was saying ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ in Korean as well as giving small bows at them. The team safely made it to their car and Estrella rolled down the window to wave ‘bye’ at everyone who were still filming and yelling encouraging words at her.

“I will enjoy m-my time…”

Estella quickly asks for help, as she forgot some words. “Here in Korea.” Megan quickly helps her. “Here in Korea, thank you.”

“See nothing to worry about.” Daya hands over some more fan letters that Estella missed. “Thanks, and I guess not.” Estrella said, as she looks back at everyone that was waiting for her getting smaller and smaller. “Wow~ they work fast look-” Sana shows everyone the newly posted article of ‘Estrella Blue landing in Korea!’ Megan takes Sana’s phone and starts reading, “The mega superstar Estrella Blue finally lands in Seoul, South Korea and immediately shows her beautiful visuals and amazing fanservice. A born to be artist who has the talent, fashion, and goddess like visuals.”

“Goddess like visuals?!” Estrella is shock at all the high compliments they are giving her. “They also say your Korean sounds so cute and might be a new trend.” Megan adds. “I sound like a baby though.” Estrella chuckles, while looking at all the buildings and people that they were passing by. “Korea will definitely be interesting.” Sana has a feeling Korea might not go the way they thought it will, but in a good way.

[kurosaaki]

domestic hcs with ellie. w <3

DOMESTIC ELLIE HEADCANONS

WARNINGS: none. just pure fluff overload.

A/N: i’m a big softie for her. i loved writing these hcs sm!! ^^

believe it or not, ellie is the best partner you could have to live with. she is the perfect girlfriend to share a home with for obvious reasons.

you both never fight. ellie’s the kind of person who can’t go to bed without solving with you the problems you may have had during the day. however, those problems are usually insignificant and with ellie by your side they will never become more serious than they are, since she’s always willing to listen and solve them.

she’s absolutely the type of girlfriend who likes to leave little notes around the house for when you wake up and she’s not at home. it can be one or multiple with sweet messages or just random things.

you can find one on your bedside table saying “good morning babe hope you slept well <3” and think: “oh. so sweet” and then find one at the fridge saying “THERE ARE NO EGGS PLS GO GRAB SOME OR I’LL DIE” and think: “yeah that’s something she would say”.

she likes to do the chores with you. if she was living alone she would get very annoyed at the fact that she has to do everything alone, but since you’re both living together, it becomes something fun to do. she likes to do the laundry with you and she loves to clean the house with you while you both dance and sing like you’re in a band.

MOVIE NIGHTS!!! it’s probably her favorite night of the week. she LOVES to explain the entire plot of the movie for the 15th time to you and she’ll get super excited abt it (her eyes always light up when you ask her the most random questions about it. she’s so cute). also, be damn sure she will bring out the coziest blankets and wrap you like a burrito while watching the movie. you’re not going anywhere :)

you’ll have to put up with her obsessions. as i said before, she gets super excited when she explains something to you so you’ll basically have a raging fangirl in your house, too. and she’ll make you obsess over it too. so it’s a win-win situation!

ellie is a very intimate person, she shows love the best through her actions and spending time with you whenever she’s able to.

and she loves showering with you. it’s a time when you can both be naturally free and relax after a long day. there’s just something about the way she can hold you, skin to skin, feeling your body warmth along with the water as it washes you both. it can even make her emotional, just the fact that she gets to be with you in such an intimate moment makes her so happy.

she’ll get mad at you if you shower without her.

“did you shower?” “yeah, why?” “we could’ve saved water by showering together, y’know? “yeah! we can shower together next time” “>:(“

she hums a lot. in the shower, doing the dishes, doing the laundry, while drawing…she’s usually humming something. hearing her soothing voice sing quietly while she’s doing random things is actually so cute!

you’ll find her playing the guitar occasionally. sometimes she’ll even sing to you with her beautiful voice. hearing her voice along with the melody relaxes you a lot, it brings you (and her) a little peace in a world where it’s hard to find it.

BACK MASSAGE LOVER!! she loves it when you give her a back massage after a hard day training or outside on patrol. literally she melts under your hands. and she will return you the favor, too! if you’re ever feeling sore she’ll be always willing to treat you like royalty.

she actually loves to draw you. and she does it a lot. she’s in love with you so you’re automatically her muse, and she’ll beg to draw you a hundred times.

when she can’t sleep, she usually grabs her diary and draws you sleeping, along with a little poem about how in love she’s with you and how infatuated she is with every part of you.

she likes to give you nicknames, and she usually calls you babe, bug or love but that’s just when she’s feeling super romantic ;)

loves to take you by surprise and hug you from behind whenever you’re distracted doing the chores or just simply existing.

you: *existing* ellie: 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️LEMME GIVE YOU A HUG RN

when she sleeps, she often involuntarily presses you against her. When she feels that you have moved too far away from her, her instinct is to hug you and draw you closer to her. it’s just one of those cute little things about her that makes you fall in love with her even more.

she’s actually a very cuddly person, she loves to be close to you when sleeping or just relaxing. she’s a sucker for physical contact!

i also think that once in a while, when you’re both just cuddling together, she’ll talk with you with a baby voice. she always says she does it because it sounds funny and she hates to talk with that voice…(yeah we don’t believe her. she likes to be babied too).

“you so pwetty” “what?” “my pwetty girl” “ellie? what’s up with the voice?” “huh? nothing. it’s funny”

she’ll randomly have love bursts where she just can’t control herself and she’ll grab your face and pepper it with kisses, hugging tightly (almost suffocating you), rubbing her cheek against your face while saying how much she adores you.

she’s basically the best girlfriend you could ask for :’)

[bittersweet-adagio]

KHOI v. SAI: PRE-ROUND

I’m scared. In all honesty, I’m scared. I thought maybe I’d die before this round came, but I didn’t. I didn’t, and now my actions are coming back to me like those vintage boomerangs.

When I talked to you at the dinner party, it felt like my world was ending as I saw the life in your eyes fade much darker when you saw my face. I was only trying to help you, but it seems like I made it much worse.

You know, it isn’t much longer now. Soon, I’ll get to close my eyes and rest my head under the light of your gaze forevermore. I’m sorry, Sai, but maybe it’s time for me to go.

Thank you for being the victim of my shallow emotions.

basically vibes of khoi v. sai… obviously this doesn’t cover ALL that happens before the round but. yep. posting this a bit early! love u all <3 this is pretty short n i did NOT read over this so sorry for any mistakes lols

What can Khoi do now but just wait for this all to be over? He’s going to lose and Sai is going to win. He may be the more popular vote, but no matter what, Khoi would never let Sai die for him.

If anything, Khoi should be the one with a hole through his heart and his body on the cold floor. The red of his blood spilled would look quite harsh on the cool blue he was wearing, but he wouldn’t mind. Not that he could, because the moment he bled, he’d have already breathed his last breath.

Sai is wearing red. Their outfit is as extravagant as usual, lacy and beautifully cluttered. It brings out their eyes. The same eyes that don’t look at Khoi anymore, the same eyes that look lifeless and pale, tired and angry.

It’s fine. Everything’s going to be just fine. When Khoi dies, he can meet Ellie in the afterlife. Maybe, eventually, he can see Vera too. But that’s if he loses. And he has to lose. It doesn’t matter what it takes.

“Are you ready to sing, Sai?” He asks, not expecting a response.

“Sure I am,” is the curt answer he was given.

“I helped write this song, you know.” Khoi reaches for the chain on his pants, fidgeting with the cold metal to stop the feeling of his body becoming warm with nervousness.

“Uh huh.”

It’s awkward, of course. They haven’t had a real conversation in years. Well, years before the dinner party. When Sai was…

It’s not important now.

It’s almost time for them to ascend to the stage together. They have a dance to do they barely practiced, unless forced by their guardians. It’ll be sloppy and uncoordinated, but that’s okay. It’ll be okay as long as Sai is there, full of life and overcome with emotion.

Khoi really has to do something drastic to lose, doesn’t he? God, the segyein would never let him lose the vote, that’s for sure, but… it’s not impossible, is it?

He can worry about that later. He needs to—

“Stop thinking so hard, Khoi.”

“What?”

Sai groans. “I said stop thinking so hard, you idiot. At this rate, everyone’ll know and you’ll lose the vote.” He points a harsh, accusing finger at Khoi’s chest.

“What if I want to lose the vote?” Khoi pushes the other’s finger away, crossing his arms. “What if I wanted you to win?”

“Haha, funny joke. Don’t mess with me like that again, or else I’ll think you’re being serious.”

“I am being serious.”

“You’re going to win, Khoi, that’s how these always fucking work, they’re rigged and it’s unfair. You know damn well I’m going to lose because I rank lower than you in fan votes.” Sai huffs when he sees Khoi’s uneasy expression. “Don’t make that face when you know I’m right.”

“Whatever you say,” Khoi replies, and suddenly the signal goes off for them to begin their ascent to the stage. “Good luck, Sai.”

Sai doesn’t dignify him with an acknowledgment of any kind.

This is going to hurt so bad.

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THIRTY-FIVE / i’m not lying

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IF YOU TOLD YOUR SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD SELF THAT YOU WOULD BE CURLED UP ON YOUR COUCH watching a movie with Chat Noir, you would have assumed you were making things up. But here you were anyway, against all the odds. It really made you wonder, if you hadn’t been so hung up on Yeonjun, and if Chat wasn’t so obsessed with your alter ego, would it have taken so long for you to realize how much you like spending time with him?

“Okay, so it’s a movie about singing? Like, Glee the movie?”

You narrowed your eyes over at him. Honestly, it was amusing seeing his leather clad body sprawled out across your couch, like it was the most normal thing in the world. A part of you wondered how long this would last before you would get too curious about his true identity. But, you knew better than anyone that you could never know.

Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities had to remain secret.

“Pitch Perfect is not just a movie about singing.” You told him with a scoff. “It is also about sisterhood, and growing up, and finding the people who care about you.”

“I don’t know, it sounds a lot like Glee to me.” He shrugged, and you threw a piece of popcorn at him.

“Just shut up and watch it!” You scolded him, and he grinned at you as he picked up the popcorn and put it into his mouth. The feeling of your heart skipping a beat at the sight was so foreign, it scared you at first. But… You also kind of liked it.

The movie started, opening with a performance by the Treblemakers, and when Bumper appeared on the screen, you couldn’t help but think back to your friends saying he reminded them of Yeonjun.

Yeonjun. You were happy to say it had been a few days since he had crossed your mind. Moving on was hard, that was just a fact, but it wasn’t impossible. Once a week, you were forced to see him in the class you shared together, but you were no longer as hyper aware of his presence as you once were. You had even found yourself able to go a whole class period without even glancing in his direction.

Hard, but not impossible.

When your friends had first made the connection between Yeonjun and Bumper, you had leapt to his defense, just like you always did. But, now that you were watching it, you couldn’t help but giggle as the character danced across the screen. You weren’t sure exactly what the connection was, but there was one there.

Chat Noir looked over at you with an arched eyebrow. “What? What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about how my friends said that Bumper reminded them of Yeon—a guy I used to like.” You were quick to catch yourself, side eyeing him as you prayed he didn’t catch that.

It looked like he didn’t, as he just blinked back at you. “Oh? You liked a guy before me? Was it that Mark guy? I always see him in your mentions.”

You let out a soft laugh at the assumption. “First of all, you’re assuming I like you. Second of all, no it wasn’t Mark.”

He nodded. “Good. Because that guy is a complete loser.”

“He is not a loser! He’s actually really nice and helped me through a rough time.” You rushed to your friend’s defense, and he rolled his eyes.

“So you do like him.”

“No, I don’t like Mark!” You huffed, and leaned back into the couch. “I… It doesn’t matter who it was, because I don’t like him anymore. He got a girlfriend.”

You held your gaze on the TV, the atmosphere suddenly becoming tense. You could see Chat shifting out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t dare look over to see what in the world he was doing. But, when you felt the cushion shift next to you, it became clear he had scooched closer to you.

“Y/N~” He sang your name in his usual sing-song tone, but you kept your attention on the screen.

“You’re gonna miss the best part!” You tried to distract him, as the Braden Bella’s were finishing up their song. You really weren’t in the mood to have some deep talk about your failed crush on Yeonjun, and hoped he would just drop it. He didn’t. Of course he didn’t.

“Whoever that guy was is an idiot. I mean, he’d have to be absolutely brain dead to pass on someone like you.” He ignored you.

You groaned, burying your face into your hands and rolling away from him. “Ugh, don’t do that!”

“Do what?” He sounded confused, and you peeked through your fingers to see him gazing down at you with furrowed brows.

“Lie to me.” You grumbled, and rolled onto your side.

He went quiet for a minute, and you thought maybe he had given up and decided to just watch the movie. “Y/N…” He spoke slowly, his voice much lower, and lacking the mischief it had when he called your name before.

You didn’t respond.

“I’m serious. I think you’re amazing, and I think that guy’s a moron. You’re smart, you’re talented, you’re funny, not to mention gorgeous. I’m not lying when I tell you that.”

Your cheeks were practically on fire. You had heard confessions from Chat Noir before, back when he was obsessed with your superhero alter ego, but not one like this. You didn’t want to, but you genuinely believed the words you were hearing to be true. He thought you were amazing.

“Really?” You breathed out, rolling back over so you were on your back, and could get a good look at him.

He nodded, and the level of seriousness he wore on his face caught you off guard. “I’m serious, Y/N. You’re amazing.”

Before you could fully grasp what was happening, he was leaning down, and propping himself up on his elbow so his face was inches from your own. You could hear your heartbeat in your ear as you simply stared at him, chest heaving with every nervous, heavy breath. His electric green eyes searched your own, and you wondered if they were naturally that bright, or if the mask made them look that way.

“Y/N?” For the third time, he called you out, and this time it was in a tone you didn’t recognize. You couldn’t find it in yourself to speak, too out of breath from the sudden proximity. Instead, you nodded a bit more frantically than you would have liked.

“Can I kiss you?”

You answered by curling your fingers underneath the collar of his suit, and jerked him down to connect his lips to your own. He didn’t hesitate even for a second when you kissed him, instead he almost immediately kissed you back with just as much passion. His lips fit perfectly against your own, as though they were made for one another.

Without thinking, you split your legs apart so he could slot himself between them, and get even closer to you. There was something about the superhero that was so addicting, like you couldn’t get enough of him. Even though you were out of breath, when he pulled away to breathe, you found yourself chasing after his lips.

“So,” he started, his broad chest heaving. “What was that you said, about me assuming you like me?” He smirked down at you, and you slapped his bicep out of annoyance.

“Shut up.” You breathed out, before pulling him down by his neck to kiss you again. He didn’t protest, and went back to hungrily making out with you. As embarrassing as your desire for him was, it was clear he wanted you just as bad, maybe even more so. What had you done to get Chat Noir so wrapped around your finger?

You felt like you were in heaven, with his hot lips melding against your own, and his gloved hand gliding up and down your side. That’s why you didn’t even think twice when your hand slid up the side of his face, and subconsciously tried to push his mask off.

Immediately he pulled away and sat up, hand darting up to his face to make sure you hadn’t moved it too much.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized what you had just done—or at least what you had tried to do. “Oh, God, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“No-no-no, it’s fine, it’s just, um…” He laughed nervously, and started to back away to the other end of the couch. “Maybe we should slow down… You wanted to watch this movie, yeah? So let’s watch it.”

You wanted so badly to protest, but you knew he was right. You had gotten way too sucked into the moment, you had almost made him break the number one rule of being a superhero. So, you nodded instead, and sat back up to face the TV.

You barely watched the movie, though. Instead, there were a plethora of questions occupying your mind. Were you making a mistake, by letting yourself fall for him? It wasn’t going to be possible for you to be in a functioning relationship with him, not as long as he had to stay behind the mask. And you could never, ever ask him to take it off. That would be going against the rule you had always been so adamant about.

You couldn’t break that rule just because you had developed a crush on your partner.

So, what in the world you were you supposed to do now?

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parings - jennaortega x singer!fem!reader

summary - you realize your relationship with jenna seems to be crumbling, so you do something about it

warnings - weird therapist, some percy diss, but that’s it :)

an - :) ————————————

“Relationships can be hard, and arguments are a normal thing all people go through.” 

You sighed, fidgeting with your fingers while searching for anything to look at besides your therapist. 

The reason for today's sudden visit was because you felt like your relationship with your girlfriend was going downhill. You understood that life can be tough sometimes, but this was much too stressful for you to keep bottled up.

“Can you tell me some specific reasons why you believe your dating life is struggling?” Your therapist asked, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Well,” You readjusted on the couch, “It just feels like I’m trying way too hard to keep us together, when I shouldn’t be.”

“I understand.”

“Having a girlfriend shouldn’t induce stress or anxiety, it should be fun and enjoyable.” You went on, now feeling like letting all your worries out, “I get that she has a job; I do too! But that isn’t an excuse to treat me terribly….”

“Yes, I agree.” Your therapist said as she jotted down some notes in her book, “You are still pursuing singing right?” 

You nodded, smiling at the thought of your recently ended tour. Traveling the world was very exciting, and you loved experiencing different cultures along the way. The only wish you had was that Jenna would have been beside you; But like always, she put work first.

“So think about this. You have a job that takes you around the world, causes you to miss out on certain things but be included in newer things like events and shows?” 

You nodded again, confirming the description of your work.

“And Jenna’s job consists of…exactly the same thing.” 

You let out a shaky breath, turning to look at the ground sadly. It was true, you both had time consuming jobs that dragged you about the globe and took your time away from family and friends.

Yet somehow, you always made sure to have time. You would always tell your manager that family was first, and no matter what you would squeeze them into your schedule just so you could see them and feel at home while traveling or working. 

Jenna’s job was similar in the aspect of yours, minus the singing and dancing, but she never seemed to be able to make any time for you. You would always plan your off days to be on her off days from filming so you could maybe go get lunch or just enjoy each other's presence, but Jenna would always have the excuse of “I’m to tired” or “I already have plans with Percy.” 

Percy. The name was distasteful to you. As much as you appreciated his skill of acting and his wonderful personality, you still didn’t like him. He would always weasel himself in between you and Jenna, whether it be during her relaxing days or at award shows, he always pushed you out and brought her in. 

“I have an idea; you may or may not like it.” Your therapist stated, setting her notebook down, “You need to pull her aside, no matter what plans she has, and talk to her.”

Your eyes widened and your nerves proceeded to spike. Pull her aside? You were not a confrontational person, and you were most likely to avoid conflicts if you were given the chance; hence why your relationship is crumbling.

“What do I say to her?” You fought back, taking a sip of water, “I have no idea how to confront her. ‘Hey Jenna! I feel forgotten and like you don’t care anymore!’” 

A small sob escaped your mouth, your head falling into your hands. God, you missed her. You missed being able to hold her, to laugh about stupid soccer plays, to enjoy sunsets together on her balcony. You never knew how much of an impact she had on you until you started going to therapy.

“Don’t get emotional about it, just politely but firmly ask.”

You sniffled, raising a hand as an acknowledgment before getting up to leave the room. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew that if you were going to confront her you would need to do it now.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your text message app and clicked on Jenna’s contact.

A chuckle involuntary left your mouth, your lip slipping in between your teeth afterwards.

Jenna always knew how to make you laugh, no matter how you were feeling. Diffusing a situation is one of her many skill sets; but you were not letting her get away this time.

“I’ll be home in 5.” You texted before shoving your phone into your pocket and heading outside to your driver.

The ride seemed long, and even though it was a 15 minute drive to your place, you still felt the small confident monster roaring inside of you. All its pleas and cries were telling you to be bigger and let your emotions out onto Jenna; but you knew you couldn’t. You would scare her, anger her, or even just annoy her that she could possibly leave you on the spot; you couldn’t let that happen.

“Miss? We are here.” Your driver said, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, thank you.” You replied before hurrying out of the car.

As you walked to the front door, passing Jenna’s black Audi along the way, your anxiety started to overtake you and your thoughts.

What if you say something wrong and she leaves? What if you are just overreacting and this is all some stupid act you’re pulling? What if she decides that you aren’t enough for her and she confesses about Percy?

A wooden blockade hit you in the face and you realized that you walked full force into the front door.

“Ow.” You mumbled before pushing your key into the slot and walking into your luxurious living room.

A mansion was one of the very gracious things you received from being such a popular face in the music industry. Money was an easy-coming item, and spending it was just the same, so why hold it all in your bank account when you could just show up and show out with your 102,000 square foot palace.

“Y/N?” Your name was called out softly, startling you from your place by the shoe nook.

You turned your head to the left to see her, in her ever standing glory. She looked slightly confused but all together relaxed, and was clearly dressed to be heading out for a fun night.

”Hi…” You said, completely unmoving as you stared at her.

“Hi…you wanted to talk?” Jenna asked, fidgeting with her phone.

“Oh, yeah. Here.” You gestured to the kitchen island, leading to sit on a stool.

She sat opposite from you, leaned against the cool countertop as she seemed to study your body language.

“So…” You trailed off, your confidence from before completely burned out.

Jenna raised an eyebrow at you, but turned to her phone when a notification went off. She clicked it, smiled, and started giggling as she replied to whoever messaged her.

That whole interaction set you off, especially since you saw who the person was; Percy.

“Jenna put your phone down, please.” You said sternly, staring at your hands.

She looked at you with a confused expression but slowly put her phone down, retracting her hand so it sat in her lap.

“We…are not okay.” You started, playing with a ring on your finger.

Jenna watched you patiently, listening intently to your words.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel like we aren’t what we used to be.”

Silence from her end.

“Many times I feel like you don’t seem to care about me.” You said, the ring on your finger was now very interesting, “I go out of my way to reschedule so my off days line up with yours, but we don’t even spend any of that time together.”

More silence.

“I feel under appreciated and alone. Anytime we have free days together, you either say you are too tired to do anything or you already have plans with your friends.”

You inhale, breathing shakily and meekly.

“Am I not enough for you?” You asked, your tear clouded eyes finally looking up at Jenna.

She looked, shocked. Her mouth was hanging open while her eyebrows furrowed in confused and disbelief. She stared at you, her eyes glossing over with her own tears and her shoulders slumping sadly.

“Y/N…what?” Jenna mumbled, clearly lost for words.

You searched her face for any sign of anger or annoyance; there was none. Surprisingly, she seemed to be softening and relaxing.

“You, are more than enough for me.” She said, reaching for your hand, “Hell I don’t even deserve you.”

The weight of all your worries instantly lifted when she spoke those words, which caused an avalanche of emotions to hit you.

“Aw honey.” Jenna cooed, pulling you into her chest when you started crying profusely.

She stroked your hair, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. Her fingers began to scratch your scalp as she coaxed you to relax.

“I love you, god I really do.” She held you close, rubbing your shoulders, “I’ll never take you for granted.”

You sniffled, leaning yourself into her as she fed you comforting words. Your stress and anxiety seemed to melt away as she held you.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you away, I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her.

“Then why did you?” You asked softly.

Jenna smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Filming has been…stressful. Tim and the rest of the crew has been antsy, and my cast mates have been no help in being calm and collected.” She said, caressing your face with the pad of her thumb, “I’ll be honest, Percy and the gang have been partying to much, and HE is quite the touchy type.”

You frowned, jealousy building up in the bottom of your stomach at the thought of Percy getting to close with your girlfriend. Jenna chuckled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips to diminish the pout that formed on your face.

“Don’t do that, a frown doesn’t look good on you.” She said, rubbing her nose against yours as you laughed.

“Mmm, I love you.” Jenna murmured as she gazed into your eyes.

“And I love you.”

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Chapter 23 page 28

Page 28. I’m stuck on page 28 because I know when I turn to page 29, she won’t be there. We have to pretend we never dated or knew each other. How can I forget our story? It had just started; it wasn’t time for it to end. In the ideal world, it wouldn’t. But here I am, sitting next to her as if we didn’t just spend the last two and a half years loving each other. I still love her with all my heart; I think I will forever.

I met Georgia when we were young; we grew up together. It wasn’t until 2020 that anything happened between us. Through the whole of the lockdown, we were something, and for two years after, we were together. We were the only ones to know. Now she’s leaving to go live in Germany, and I’m going to Spain with one of her best friends, Lucy. I know I should be happy; I mean, I’m going to be playing for Barcelona, the team I’ve always wished to play for. But now I want to go with her, but I can’t.

I understand why she has never told the world about her sexuality, but her teammates, I don’t get. Getting dragged back to the present as one of the girls says something about crashing Serena’s interview. We all form a line and start singing, shouting, "It’s coming home," barging through the doors. We go around the table; Mary and Lucy get up on the table and do some sort of dance. For being the TikTok queen, Mary doesn’t know how to dance the best. I can’t really say anything; I can’t dance to save my life.

Rushing out of the conference room, we go back to the changing room. A few split off to go outside wailing; some of the German girls walk past. I walk into the locker room to see a bunch of girls dancing to "Every Time We Touch." Hanna is sitting in her cubby; I decide to sit next to her. We don’t say anything to each other. After about half an hour and a lot of alcohol later, someone walks in and tells us that the bus is outside.

We all pack up our stuff and make our way onto it, deciding to sit away from the girls. I know I will get questioned about it, but I need to think. My signing for Barcelona isn’t public yet as I’ve not actually signed it yet. I’m flying out after Trafalgar Square; I’ll be stopping there for the day, then going to Ibiza for a day or two, then back to Manchester to pack up the rest of my stuff. I know the fans are going to be devastated as they want me to stay.

Laying my head against the window, the cold cools down my face. I watch silently as the bus pulls away, leaving behind a whirlwind of emotions, knowing that the next chapters of my life were about to unfold in ways I couldn't yet predict.

We pass fans coming out of Wembley Way. I still can’t believe what we have just done; we are on top of Europe; we won. We actually won. This whole last three months have felt like a dream, from getting called up to playing in the first match to winning the whole thing.

Closing my eyes, I just listen to the girls, the staff, and the outside. After a bit, the bus stops; the sound of the doors opening tells me that we are at the hotel. I wait for everyone to get out before getting off. There are people with cameras all over the place. Getting in front of the hotel fast, all our friends and family are waiting for us. A few run to their friends and family, others walk. I just stand there; mum and dad aren’t here as they had work.

I stand, watching everyone reunite with their friends and family. I couldn't shake the bittersweet feeling that this moment marked both an end and a beginning of an era. Jill and Ellen are retiring, but that means there will be new talent going up to the bar they have.

I get six shots of vodka; I take three and walk over to Ella and Alesia and hand them one. I promised them if we won I would buy them a shot; technically, I haven’t bought them one, but it’s the same thing. A bottle of gin is passed to us; I down a bit.

Feeling something cold against my back, I open my eyes; the sun shines straight into them. What? Looking around, by the look of it, I am outside. I can see the hotel. Getting off whatever I’m on, I look back at what I was on. Where did I get a pink flamingo pool float from?

The last thing I remember was at 3 am; one of Ella or Alesia’s friends was on the table. Why was she on the table? Why am I outside walking slowly up to the hotel? My head is banging, and I feel like I’m about to throw my guts up. I’m never drinking again. Finally, I make it back to the hotel to see about sixty people.

Eating, all them very quiet heads turn when they hear the door open. Slapping my hand over my mouth, I run to the nearest bathroom. After a minute or to I stop throwing up, clinging to the wall I push my self up walking back to the room. People turn to see who it was a few look concerned, and others are amused.

I need to find Ella and Alesia. One to see if there OK and two to find out where I got the flamingo from and why I was asleep outside. But first, a glass of water and some paracetamol and ibuprofen seeing a table of bottle water and boxes of paracetamol and ibuprofen I take some. I looked up as someone walked into the room. It was Ella and Alesia—I didn’t need to go looking for them.

“Hey, girls,” I greeted them. They mumbled a quiet “hi” in response. “I need to ask you something.” Ella nodded, prompting me to continue. “One, why was I asleep outside? And two, where did I get a pink flamingo pool float from?” Confusion was evident on both their faces. Alesia spoke up, “What pink flamingo? And what do you mean, you slept outside? You went to bed around 4.” She struggled to hold back laughter as she recounted this. Now, I was even more confused.

“What do you mean you don’t know where I got it from? And how did I end up outside if I went to bed?” They both tried hard not to laugh but looked genuinely perplexed. “Well, when Alesia and I left you in your room, you had just stopped crying about something. You weren’t making much sense by then.”

After hearing their explanation, I rubbed my temples, trying to piece together the fragmented memories of last night, wondering how everything had spiraled into such a blur.

"Okay, thanks for bringing me to my room." Walking to my room to try and piece some of this together and try to find my phone, getting to the hall of my room I see Jess, Carter, and someone else passed out in the hall. Opening my room door, everything looks normal; my phone is on the bed. Going over, I open it; I see a crap ton of Instagram notifications. Opening the app, I go on the notification thing and see I posted a story at 3:56 am, so just before I went to bed. You can’t really see much; all you can see is me, Ella, Alesia, Lotte, Georgia, and Ellie. Maybe one of them knows.

Walking into the bathroom, I look in the mirror. It’s then I realize I’ve got a hickey. I remember someone knocked on the door; I let them in. But who was it?

[dont-fiddle-with-my-riddles]

// how can two vastly different people be together, james? it’s not worth it. i’m not good for you.

\\ don’t say that. love, please.

// enough.

(get ready to cry, darlings.)

Regulus was never one to express his feelings. He’d lie, cheat, and betray to keep to himself. That was how he was raised. The exact same nature of it all. Orion made sure to carve every word in his mind, and Walburga made sure that it stayed like the scars on his skin.

James was so persistent with his feelings. Pushing it out in front of everyone. He would sing, yell, and dance to get his views across. And everyone would listen because James Potter was never wrong.

Everyday James would remind Regulus of how he felt about him. How much he loved his star. How close he felt to him.

The thing was, it didn’t feel real. Regulus didn’t believe that James truly loved him. Every time he watched how Lily would laugh at his jokes and James would smile that gorgeous fucking beauty of teeth at her, he just knew he wasn’t good.

And how the two have seen everything together. The teachers always paired the two Gryffindors together. They were perfect together. Their child would be glorious, ready for the throne. What could Regulus give him? Nothing.

“James,” Regulus had called one night, eyes glued to the dusted floor of the Astronomy Tower.

“Love,” James had mimicked, smiling goofily. “What’s wrong?”

The boy took a step back, resting his hands on the cold metal of the railing. His eyes were sharp and calculating, cold as the water below the tower.

“I think we should stop courting each other. I think we need to break up.”

The silence was loud, many thoughts being expressed like whispers in the breeze. James didn’t speak for a couple moments. “Why?”

Regulus took in a sharp breath. He sounded so innocent, so broken, so hurt. But wasn’t Regulus the victim? Not James. Right?

“How can two vastly different people be together, James? It’s not worth it. I’m not good for you.”

“Don’t say that, love. Please..”

“Enough.”

Regulus maintained the cold stare, just as he had practiced many times in the mirror. As if he waited for this moment. James spluttered with tears, overwhelmed. What had he done wrong? No. No. No..

“Evans’s perfect for you. If I’m holding you back, do not hesitate in dating her now.”

“No.. I don’t.. She’s.. Like a sister to me.. I liked her before but it’s different now. Look at me. Please.”

James tried to grasp the boy’s hand in his, but he was dismissed with a scoff. “Please. We both know you like her.”

“Look at me.”

Regulus looked at him coldly. All he saw was a poor, poor boy who looked like a puppy that had gotten kicked too many times. Crestfallen, he was. James was broken.

“You can’t force this. My love has already died for you, Potter,” Regulus lied. Desperately, he wished that this was over.

This was good for him, he’d thank him when he got older. As Regulus walked down the tall tower, he allowed a single tear slide down his cheek. This was good for James, he chanted like a prayer in his mind.

It was just astronomy; the sun was much too bright to be with a stupid star. They’re two worlds apart.

[vintageshanny]

I'm curious - if you were able to have Elvis sing a private concert for you, and you got to pick the setlist too, which 15 songs would you ask him to sing?

Oh my gosh, I love this question so much! I could probably spend weeks (months? years?) trying to decide on the perfect concert list, but I tried to just go with my gut. But honestly, to see and hear him utter even one note live would have been a complete dream come true.

Trying To Get To You – This is a must. This is a song that I think he must have really enjoyed singing because it popped up in his shows throughout his entire career, and I have yet to hear a live version of this where it sounds like he “phoned it in.” He gets deep into it every time. It’s also the song that made me fall in love with him. ❤️

If I Can Dream – I get goosebumps just from watching this on a screen; I can’t imagine the way it would have felt to be in the room while he sang this. The power and raw emotion in this vocal just blows me away.

One Night – Another one from early in his career that he kept coming back to. The way he can’t stop himself from dancing to this in TTWII is simultaneously adorable and sexy.

Swing Down Sweet Chariot – I picture him really excitedly getting into this the way he did in The Trouble With Girls. It’s so sweet the way he couldn’t contain his love for gospel music.

Such a Night – I think it would be so hot to hear him make those sexy noises and moans at the end. And since it’s a private concert, who knows what might happen…😉

Any Day Now – I don’t think he ever sang this one live, but it’s such a beautiful song about the bittersweetness of love. I would have loved to see what he could do with it on stage.

Lawdy Miss Clawdy – Oh, what I wouldn’t give to see him accompany himself on piano for this the way he did on closing night February 1970.

Heartbreak Hotel – I love the way he sort of made this into a slow bluesy number when performed it live. And the piano riff is perfection to me.

My Babe – I love blues music, and he makes this song so sexy when he performs it with his little ad libs. Phew…

Just Pretend – I mean, the riffs he threw into this song during his performances. Enough said.

Funny How Time Slips Away – His performance on this always sounds so effortless, and it’s another one where every live performance sounds amazing to me.

Tomorrow Never Comes/Make the World Go Away – I’m cheating and putting these together because I would love to hear this kind of powerhouse vocal performance live.

You’re the Reason I’m Living – As far as I know, he just sang this once, as kind of a dedication of love to his audience. It would have been amazing to witness that.

If You Talk in Your Sleep – This is such a funky song, and I love how he was just grooving up on stage when he performed it live.

Unchained Melody – There are really no words to describe how beautiful/special/meaningful it would be to hear this one. This exemplifies to me how he gave his all to his fans to the very end.

Honorable mention: I Can’t Stop Loving You - Something about his live versions of this and how passionate they are gives me a whole new appreciation for this song.

If anyone wants to reblog or comment with their own list, I’d love to read it! ❤️😘

[marytunno]

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LADIES, OUTLAWS AND OTHER BROKEN THINGS

They had made camp quite early in the day, Arya had asked why but no one had cared enough to answer, only Harwin had smiled and told her to enjoy the moment, to rest when they could, but Arya didn’t want to rest, she wanted to reach Riverrun and her mother and brother.

Now she laid with her back on the grass, the late sunlight painted the leaves golden, the air smelling of change, autumn and whatever Greenbeard had been roasting on the fire, probably some rabbit to eat with Lady Smallwood's supplies. She could hear the men laughing and talking, scaring away the birds from their nests, for a moment she thought of Winterfell and its people, her father’s men and the way they looked at him, the same way the brotherhood looked at Lord Dondarrion and his lighting.  

The people they met on the road seemed to like the brotherhood way more than her brother’s man, the Northmen, her own people. They always welcomed the brotherhood in their houses treating them as friends while they moved around the Riverlands between a battle and a song.

A bug climbed its way on Arya’s hand and she smiled as she looked at it move between her fingers, she had eaten bugs like that one before when she had been so hungry... but now she didn’t need to hurt the creature, Sansa would have screamed at the sight of it, well it was quite ugly but Arya didn’t care, there was a wild grace in the way the poor creature moved: so small in a world ready to crush it.

Gendry had looked for Arya for quite a while when he had found her almost hidden between the grass, she was playing with some bug making it walk from one hand to the other, in Gendry's opinion better company than the lord’s annoying little squire. He sat quite loudly on her left, his legs aching from the horseriding. As a city boy he had never learned how to ride properly, not like Arya... sometimes she looked like she had been born on a horse, born to lead, born to do something great.

He had never stopped to think about what had possessed him to follow that wild little lady but he was still alive because of it, she was like one of those great people, those people that you could see were great not because of their power or title, they just had something. It would have been nice to follow her, fight for her, for a moment he had allowed himself to believe that that was exactly going to be his future.

Gendry had never really doubted Arya, she could be wrong sometimes but in the end, they had survived the road, escaped from Harrenal, kept their heads attached to their shoulders… it had felt right: knowing his place had been on her side, surviving together, even if she was a lady or a princess or whatever it hadn’t really mattered on the road, that had been nice.

Now everything was different, he wasn’t dumb, he could see it very clearly, Riverrun, Arya had told him about Riverrun so many times, the last time she had even looked the part of the lady she really was, he had been sure: in her home she had thousand of those dresses even prettier than the green one.

He had felt useful before, at his master’s shop, following Yoren’s orders, even at Harrenhal smithing for cruel men, he could be useful in Riverrun too but he wasn’t sure that was the right place for him, serving another lord, waiting for the next bad thing to happen, his life not even in his own hands.

- Your new friend?- asked Gendry after a while breaking the silence

- I like it, doesn’t seem scared even if I’m so much bigger…- she answered, her eyes still captivated by the small creature

- What? You like being the big one for once?- he laughed

- Shut up…- she complained

They stayed silent for a few moments more, some cold wind making the trees sing above them and the clouds run like white mares through the sky. A lone leaf fell from its home dancing on its way down, soon all her sisters would have fallen too, it was sad but it was the way things were supposed to happen. 

The leaf fell graciously in Arya’s hair, it was still green in some places, Gendry moved closer and took it away looking at it, pensive. 

- It’s getting colder…- he said noticing the stains of gold and orange where once had been only green

- Winter is coming…- Arya almost felt closer to home pronouncing those solemn words the same way she had heard her father do so many times

- I know that… m’lady… -   

- Stop it… do I even look like one? No one would think I’m a lady…- 

He scowled 

- But you are one …- 

Arya ignored him and kept playing with her bug friend, she wondered how old it was, if it had a bug family somewhere in the weeds… 

- It’s sad… when the cold comes he won’t survive…- she said 

- It’s probably going to be dead way before winter… something is going to eat it or crush it… - 

-Why you say that?- 

Gendry closed his eyes just for a moment, the green of the grass against the black of his hair 

- It’s just the way it is, bugs are born bugs and die soon… Not everyone is lucky to be born with a fancy name in a castle… ladies are ladies… bastards are bastards… bugs are bugs…- 

Arya rose from the ground sitting straight, she looked down at him.

- I don’t think it’s fair…- she bit her lip

Her brother Jon was a bastard but he was so much more than that, everyone was more than what they were born like… everyone she had ever met in her life had proved to be more than their role painted them as… beautiful queen could be evil and princes in shining armour could be monsters… giants could be kind, bastards could be her pack, outlaws could be loved by the people and ladies could be more than just that.

- I could be a knight or a septon as good as any man could… I could have my people and lead them in battle… I know I could do it…- she said. 

Gendry smiled, it wasn’t as hard as he thought: imagining Arya leading a huge army… she had been braver than most knights... probably even better at riding than most of them… and yet she was born for pretty dresses and castles… maybe she was right, it wasn’t fair… maybe the world was all wrong… upside down… but who was him to change unchangeable things?

A loud noise came from the camp, a horse had been spooked by something and made quite a mess. They both rose alarmed just to hear Lem curse the horse while he and other men calmed it down. 

- Look!- Arya’s voice made Gendry look in her direction.

Something unexpected had happened, the small creature, Arya’s little friend, scared by the commotion had revealed a pair of small wings, thin like paper and beautiful like dew on a spider web and in a second it had flown away from her hand. 

- It can fly!- smiled Arya searching with her eyes the creature, the sunlight making her squint.

The small insect soared above the camp, above the nice girl and the loud outlaws, over the trees and the lands over once had soared dragons, born a bug, its shadow not even nearly as scary but the view as beautiful as it had always been.

I am lateeee, I was supposed to post yesterday but whatever... time is just a construct I guess <3<3 I swear on my honour that Arya's little bug friend is going to have a happy life full of sweet flowers and safe meadows where no one is going to eat it or crush it<3<3

As always I'm not sure if I did a good job but I hope you'll enjoy it... 

[aebinspa]

be there for you

PAIRING: lia x y/n reader

GENRES: fluff, a little bit of angst, a little bit suggestive in the end, they have known each other since high school but then they lose contact, they are two grown women, reader is a bit shy, jisu is sweet, they were enemies but only in the eyes of others, jisu is the singing teacher of reader, reader loves to sing, they get drunk and then…

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: english is not my first language! so i’m practicing my writing hoping it will get better and better! LIA IS SO BACK YASSSS!!!!!!

The greatest gift nature gave you was to give a celestial voice. A voice that however needed to be trained. From the tender age of six, pushed by the strong will of your mother who saw in you the same light that she had seen in herself, you practiced in the school choir, took private lessons, and then also dedicated yourself to the theater, to then go on to spend half of your adolescence in musicals.

Now, amid adult life, you had no choice but to choose the cheapest and easiest path to take: graduate in something you had not yet understood, work in the remaining free time and after dinner, every Thursday, gather together with people of all ages to take a singing course with Choi Jisu.

And on a Thursday evening, when you were the victim of an atrocious sore throat, you still decided to show up for the course. You took the tram and managed to arrive early for the meeting; you immediately recognized the kind lady who greeted you and rushed to hug her.

“Good evening, how are you? Everything OK? Ah yes, a sore throat. I can’t do anything about it” She was an old lady who was all about cuddling and chatting and did nothing but bombard you with questions. The location of the course was very nice, although to enter you had to go down some very steep stairs. The interior was the real gem: an entire room that was used as a dance hall in the morning and became a place for singing in the evening. The lessons often lasted for hours and therefore the place was also perfectly soundproofed.

Little by little, everyone started to arrive: adults, old and young. She was the last to arrive. Sometimes she would arrive with messy raven hair and huge sweatshirts, other times - when she was more relaxed and you could see her smile right away - she would wear a shirt and cigarette pants that she always paired with red heels. That day she showed up with messy hair and a simple outfit. And immediately you couldn't help but wonder how the woman who made your heart beat was doing.

The lesson went on without any problems, but you couldn’t help but notice how your singing teacher’s mood was never the same. Something must have happened to her. You also noticed how after staring at her for a long time she gave you a dirty look, to which you responded with a questioning look.

Because yes, you and Choi Jisu had known each other since high school. She had made it in the world of singing and you hadn’t. You had always been in love with her, but you couldn’t confess by the end of high school and your paths diverged; when you discovered the abyss of success between the two of you, you stopped even thinking about the idea of ​​meeting her again. Everything was in vain: after ten years you signed up for a singing course sponsored by a terrible poster, where you initially hadn’t seen the raven girl’s name written in small letters, and the shock of your first meeting after a decade didn’t manage to make a single sound come out of your mouth.

Now, two years after that last fateful meeting, you approached Jisu to ask her how she was. “Bad day, and yet there is someone who manages to feel worse than me” “It’s just a sore throat, don’t be mean” “A singer’s voice should never reach the point where you made it reach. It’s an infallible instrument, yours” The compliment, which more than anything was a kind way for Jisu to remind you how stupid you were, made you blush, earning you an indecipherable look from the raven.

It was just the two of you left. You helped Jisu close everything that needed to be closed and accompanied her home. Arriving in front of Jisu's door, you muttered a "Good night" to the girl, but instead of receiving a response, Jisu looked you in the eyes, snorted, and invited you to come in. You couldn't have been happier.

“Thanks for the hospitality!” “There’s no need to shout. You were always the loud one,” despite everything Jisu was smiling. “And you were the silent one, except when you needed to sing. That’s when I failed.” Maybe you shouldn’t have brought up your failures, but everything seemed possible in that welcoming atmosphere and in such a spacious house. “Do you want some red wine?” "I'd love that"

To feel good, all you needed was the silence that made you accomplices and a few, perhaps too many, glasses of wine. So much so that you started touching on topics that were taboo for you. “Why did you abandon me?” asked Jisu at some point. “Because it was the best choice” “And why didn’t you ask me what the best choice was? We should have decided together” “We weren’t that close” you insisted. “That’s what you say. You were my only anchor and the only one with whom I shared this passion”

You turned the glass over in your hands, then took more wine and poured it for yourself and the girl, despite her complaints. “It's easy to say it now. I would wake up and think of you, I would go to bed and think of you. I spent the years we were apart thinking about you, then I saw that you had become a big shot in the music industry and I no longer felt capable of making the first move” “In your eyes, did I always seem like someone who would throw you in the trash because you couldn’t reach your dream?” “No, I didn’t… I didn’t dare to just show up in front of you”

Another sip. Another glance. The air getting heavier.

“What bothers me the most is that I missed an important part of your life. I wanted to be there to support you, I wanted to be a shoulder for you to cry on, but instead, I remained a distant memory” Jisu began to blame herself and, perhaps moved by the wine or by feelings that seemed to be in a pressure cooker ready to explode, you began to be more sincere.

“When you're with someone you like… You want to be the best in his eyes… I've never been and I'm not even now. How could I show up in front of you as the only one who couldn’t make our dream come true?” “Why have you never told me about this before?” You swallow loudly and take another sip of wine. Jisu's hand comes to rest on yours. There’s no escape.

“Because telling you would have also meant confessing my love to you. And that could have meant that I could have lost you forever” Jisu looked into your eyes for a good minute, before squeezing that hand with which she had only been caressing you before, coming closer to your mouth and kissing you on the cheek and then walking away embarrassed or maybe purple from the wine. “You’re stupid but that’s okay. Maybe at that age I couldn’t have done this,” she kissed you on the lips “and this,” she traced your side until he was close to your breast “but now, unfortunately for you, I’m a grown woman and I know very well what love is and what friendship is” “You’re drunk” “And you only know how to use that voice to say a lot of bullshit” “You’ll regret it” “The Jisu of now is begging me to kiss you and take you up to her bed to continue what we should have done ten years ago”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Jisu’s scent, or maybe it was the love you’d held inside for so long, but you couldn’t help but obey those words. “I'd tell you to make me yours, but I've been yours forever so there's nothing present-day Jisu can do.” “I’ll thank the Jisu of the past for what she did. Now let’s go to bed.” “Please don’t treat me differently in the morning.” “From tomorrow on, I’ll always be by your side.” The kisses you gave each other as you went up to the bedroom were the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted.

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 39- How Much You're Loved

Chapter Summary: Jen is in the hospital, after collapsing from exhaustion while ARMY trends positive messages for her on Twitter. The members think of memories and thoughts when they first met her

Words: 7,000+

Genre: FLUFF with all the members! Sweet chapter.

Author's Note: Just a random thought as I edited. I'm not a shipper for BTS or ship anyone with anybody in K-Pop but you know how people ship Jimin and Jungkook? Or just absolutely love their bond together and make tons of videos and content about them? I feel like people would do that with Jennie and Taehyung, having those two be the most shipped together. I love their friendship. And rereading and editing through the part about him and her really got me thinking a lot about their bond. It's truly sweet. Also I think my admiration for him and him being my bias in BTS is also a factor hehe. Truly the best.

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“I don’t get why you would want to go to South Korea.”

“What do you mean why? Why not?”

“I just...don’t think it would be wise. It’s right by North Korea. It’s dangerous.”

“It’s dangerous everywhere.”

“You could get kidnapped or something.”

“You can get kidnapped anywhere, unfortunately."

“I’m sorry, I can’t support this.”

“Are you serious? Please, Auntie, don’t discourage me.”

Jen stared at Aunt with a frown. Family came over for a big dinner, a little get together, and her mother proudly announced that she was going to Korea to become a trainee for Big Hit Entertainment. Of course, her family had no idea what that was, so Jen explained it was a company in the K-Pop industry and she always wanted to perform and work with that genre.

For some members, the news didn’t sit right, including her mother’s sister. 

For the other family members, they were supportive and thrilled that she still wanted to perform despite the rough ending with Amity. Perhaps if she stayed in America, they would react differently. They would be more supportive instead of reluctant.

“Maybe you should just stick to school and go to college like your sisters are aiming for.” Her Grandmother spoke out.

“Yes, she could do something with singing and dancing at school. Problem solved.” Her grandfather agreed.

“I feel as though she needs to think of a backup plan besides singing and dancing. She can’t do that forever. Proper education is a must. Go to Law school, like my dad.” An older cousin suggested as Jen fought the urge to roll her eyes.

She sighed and sat her fork down, losing her appetite to eat as she kept hearing various comments about her career goals.

Do this.

Go to this.

Learn this.

Go to this college.

Don’t go to Korea.

Don’t do this forever.

All you do is do this. Set your priorities straight.

Same.Old.Bull.Shit.

“She should stay in America. Your daughter will not survive being in a place like Korea.”

“I agree, she’s still a little girl. She’s going to be there all alone. Miles away. That’s emotionally draining. How could let her do this? I don’t want my niece to be in a country like that. Right near North Korea? Do you not know what they are doing over there?”

It’s like this world is driven by fear...why must fear stop us from doing what we want to do? Live, we only have one life. 

Jen’s mother did not hide her annoyance in her voice as she spoke, “Well, I am her mother and I support her. Whatever MY child wants to do, she’s going to do it.”

Her mother was in the same boat when she was Jen’s age. She wanted to do something different and did it, despite the family protests. She wanted Jen to do the same and never be discouraged.

“And are you really going to risk it?” Her sister questioned her reasons.

“You’re paranoid. Shit happens everywhere.”

“She’s going to be miles away!”

“She’ll be busy but we will all try to visit when we can. It’s going to be okay.”

“That distance? Are you sure you’ll be able to handle that? I’m just scared about her going to-“

“Would you cut it out? It’s final. She’s going. You’re not changing my mind.” Jen heard her mother snap.

It’s like when someone wants to think outside the box and do something different instead of family traditions, you’re automatically questioned. They’ll try everything they can to change your mind.

Jen broke that cycle.

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All seven of the boys were inside the hospital room while Jen was lying on the bed, still unconscious. The doctor was in the room with them, informing them of what happened. 

“She needs a lot of rest. Her body shut down due to exhaustion. And she has a concussion. She must’ve hit her head hard when she fell. We’ll run more tests later. The seven of you can wait in the waiting room. I can let you know when she wakes up.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Namjoon spoke up. “We’re gonna stay here with her until she wakes up.”

The doctor stared at them, astonished. “A-all seven of you?”

“Yes. I hope that won’t be a problem.” Jin smiled.

“A-Are you family?”

“Yes.” Yoongi’s deep voice was heard. Although not related by blood, they were still family to her. “We want to stay with her. We won’t cause any trouble.”

“Please.” Jungkook’s plea was heard as he looked at the doctor with desperation. He didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to stay with her until she woke up.

“A-all right.” The doctor accepted their request and took his leave.

The boys let out a sigh and made themselves comfortable around the room. Namjoon scrolled through his Twitter feed already seeing the K-Pop news headlines

‘BREAKING! Jennie from BTS collapses during dance practice.’

Angelina was quick to call him to ask how she was doing and he informed her of the details. She went out of her way to let Jen’s sisters know so they could let their parents know. Her sisters were freaking out but her parents remained calm on the outside yet obviously worried on the inside, trying to stay optimistic and were glad that it wasn’t anything worse.

This wasn’t the first time Jen had overworked herself and collapsed. Her mom resisted the urge to give her a lecture when she woke up like she did the first time back in the Amity days.

“This girl does not know what your body can’t run 24/7 means.” Her mom would vent. 

But she was glad it wasn’t anything worse and planned to send her a large box of snacks and other favorite food.

On Twitter, there were hashtags for Jennie, such as #GetWellJennie as ARMY came in defense of her against the Antis. The passion and support of ARMY were always underestimated and Antis found out the hard way.

‘Who do I have to kill!? Why are ya’ll ganging up on my girl Jennie!

#JennieProtectionSquad’

‘These antis can catch these hands! I hope she’s okay!’

Jimin’s talk with Jennie helped her ease up on the doubts from the Anti tweets, but she still felt like she should work harder. Thanks to growing insomnia, she couldn’t sleep much and she was so fixated on getting to dance practice early that she didn’t even eat any breakfast. That and the lack of rest was the main cause of this situation.

On Twitter, one of the more popular BTS fan accounts tweeted,

‘Let’s make an I Love Jennie tread. Keep replying to this tweet. I Love Jennie because she showed me that dreams do come true.’

‘I love Jennie because her smile warms my heart. I’ll have a bad day but once I see her, I cheer right up’

‘I love Jennie because she is a chocolate goddess. This black beauty deserves nothing but love. #WeLoveYouJennie

‘I love Jennie because she took the time to listen to my passion for singing during her singing exhibit and gave me advice.’

‘I love Jennie because she’s one of the kindest souls ever. I love this black queen!’

‘I love Jennie because her hair is goals and I’m looking forward to the day when she surprises us all with a new hair color’

‘I love Jennie because you can sing like a dying cat but when she harmonizes with you, it’ll sound nice!’

‘I love Jennie for her love for Ailee and I hope she gets to meet her and collab with her one day’

‘I love Jennie because she’s the wildcard of BTS and full of surprises. You learn and see something new from her from time to time that you never expected’

‘I love Jennie because of her cute cartwheel obsession. One day I hope she gets to do cartwheels on stage like she wants’

‘I love Jennie because of her special friendship with Yoongi. They’re like Yin and Yan’

‘I love Jennie because of how much she cares for her fans and members.’

‘I love Jennie because of how supportive she is and how she always yells, “THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND!” to Jungkook.’

‘I love Jennie because of how good her guitar skills are’

‘I love Jennie because she represents my ideal type’

‘I love Jennie because her friendship with Jungkook is goals. I wish I had her as a friend.’

‘I love Jennie because her laugh is infectious‘

‘I love Jennie because of how outgoing she is and she makes it seem like a breeze to talk to new people.’

‘I love Jennie because she’s BAE and seeing her happy makes my day a lot better’

‘I love Jennie because she’s humble and down to earth.’

‘I love Jennie because I know she has a lot of surprise talents up her sleeve as a Member of BTS and I can’t wait to see it. Falsetto? DJing?’

‘I love Jennie because of her friendship with Amber. They’re like twins!’

‘I love Jennie because she spoke out about being white washed and wanted to embrace her natural skin color. Show off that chocolate!’

‘I love Jennie because of her stunning visuals that are highly underappreciated’

‘I love Jennie because she’s the one with the curls representing the girls!’

‘Every BTS member is needed and talented! They each bring something unique to the group. #WeLoveYouJennie’

‘This is despicable. Social media should be fun, not hateful. Leave Jennie alone. #WeLoveYouJennie’

‘Jennie got me into K-Pop. As soon as I saw an African American in the K-Pop industry, I was skeptical but proved wrong by her efforts.’

‘She may not look like your average kpop idol based on beauty standards in Korea, but she’s certainly one of the prettiest girls I’ve seen.’

‘Whoever calls this precious munchkin ugly needs to get their eyes checked. #WeLoveYouJennie’

Angelina tweets, ‘You deserve so much more, sis. Stay strong. I love you. #WeLoveYouJennie’

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Jen felt herself regain consciousness. But she couldn’t open her eyes because her eyelids felt heavy, due to lack of sleep. She could hear the beeping noise, figuring that she was in the hospital. She mentally scolded herself for ending up here and the fact that she didn’t take better care of herself.

She already knew once she was able to move, she would feel just how bad her headache was thanks to hitting her head on the dance floor.

“Can you hear me?” She heard a deep voice next to her.

‘Yeah, I hear you Namjoon.’

“Ah...I started thinking. About our first moments together. Remember when you thought I hated you? You were intimated by me and my sunglasses.” He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.

‘Oh God...’ She mentally groaned. ‘I’m kind of glad you don’t wear them anymore.’

----

“A girl in the group?!” Namjoon questioned in disbelief, unable to hide his frustration. “So, we have to wait longer?” He clenched his fists. He was seated with Bang PD when he broke the news to him.

It aggravated him.

He was already waiting so long to debut and now he had to wait longer because a girl was joining? Honestly, Namjoon wasn’t happy with the idea at first, mainly because he was so impatient and eager to debut, that he didn’t want to wait any longer because of another new member.

Bang PD had explained his reasons for making BTS a Coed group instead and he respected his wishes. Bang PD informed him to go to the audition in a few weeks to watch the girls perform, to observe them himself and to pick out who he thought would be the best as the Bangtan Girl. He was the leader after all.

When the audition day came, Namjoon walked in with an eager Taehyung who wanted to tag along to see this “Ennie.” person at the audition. His eyes, covered with his sunglasses, examined each girl who was auditioning until his eyes went to Jennie.

An interesting outfit choice, he thought as he checked out the Nike brand she wore. He guessed that maybe Nikes were her favorite since she showed it off a lot. Namjoon somewhat admired the effort of looking the part.

He watched with interest as the ladies performed the Bulletproof choreography. Each of the girls seemed to have the energy but some stood out more than others. Namjoon had his head down, listening to each of the girls’ verses when they had to perform their custom verse for Bulletproof.

Badda bing badda boom

Jennie’s here

I have no fear...so don’t try to stop me. Hah!

Tellin’ me your doubts...won’t change my mind

Jennie’s sudden rapping and passion in her voice, caused Namjoon to slowly look up at whose voice it belonged to as he continued to watch her with interest. Taehyung danced and nodded his head to her verse with a big smile on his face.

After she was done, everyone applauded her, as Namjoon nodded in approval, clapping himself. She had the potential as a rapper, although it was extremely clear that she was more of a singer. If she was interested and willing to learn, he was confident that Yoongi could transfigure her into a triple threat.

“Isn’t she awesome?” Tae commented with a boxy grin.

“You’ve met her before?”

“Yeah. That’s Ennie! Well, her name is Jennifer. She used to be a part of this group in America. But she left. She doesn’t like to talk about it. So, I leave the conversation alone. She’s very nice. I hope she’s Miss Bangtan. I love being around her.”

‘Jennifer, huh?’ He thought.

---

"MEET THE NEWEST MEMBER OF BTS! THE BANGTAN GIRL! JENNIE IS HERE!” 

Taehyung’s yell was heard at the entrance of the dorm as yells and happy screams of excitement were heard from the other members. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile.

As the dance practices went by, Jennie noticed Namjoon watching her closely and decided to have a chat with him after practice, alone. He doesn’t speak with her as much as she does with the other members. And she felt a weird vibe with him.

“I’m just going to say it. Do you hate me or something?”

Taken aback at her sudden question, Namjoon raised a brow. “What gave this reasoning?”

“Can you take your glasses off?” She requested and he took them off, looking at her in the eyes. “I just get this vibe and I’m wondering if I did something wrong.”

He let out a sigh and decided to say what was on his mind since she became Miss Bangtan. “I don’t hate you. I’m just very passionate about this. I dunno a lot about you. But from what I’ve heard, you left one group. I’ve been waiting a long time for BTS to debut. Members had come and go. Are you going to leave this one?”

Holding his stare with serious eyes, she replied committedly, “No. I won’t leave. And I’m not leaving. I know it was tough waiting to debut and all but I’m not going to back out, no matter how long the wait will be. I won’t come and go like the others. I’m here to stay, I’m here to work hard, and I’m here to grow a bond with you and the rest of the members. I want to grow with you guys.”

He took her words in and nodded. “I apologize if I gave you the intention of hating you. I don’t hate you, Jen.” 

She smiled and nodded. “Y’know, you’re kind of intimidating with the shades.” They share a laugh. “But you’re a chill guy and I admire your passion for this group and I hope that I can live up to the expectations. My body is always aching after every dance practice. This company has made me go to lengths I have never gone before and my body isn’t used to it yet. But don’t slow down because I’ll catch up. The pain, it’s worth it.”

And after their debut, Jen had pulled Namjoon to the side, wrapping her arms around him for a tight hug. “Thank you for not giving up on me and supporting me. You’re the best leader I could ever ask for.”

-----

“Thanks for not giving up on me as your leader. I know back in America, your leader was rough, but I’m happy that you’re happy here. You’ve grown a lot since our debut. I just really hope you take it easy next time. Go at your pace. Like you’ve been doing since you got here. The body can’t run 24/7 Jen. You gotta rest. We’ll be fine for our next comeback.” Namjoon patted her hand and stood up from the chair that was next to her hospital bed.

‘Namjoon...don’t make me cry, I don’t need this right now.’

“Sweetie?”

‘Mom...?’

“Can you hear me, sweetheart?”

‘Yes.’

“It’s Jin.”

‘Ha, thought it was my mom for a second...’

When Jin saw Jen fall to the floor, his parental instincts popped in as he went on the floor to help her. He was so worried for her wellbeing. He hadn’t expected her to drop down like that. He had a feeling she didn’t eat any breakfast because there were no dishes in the sink that day. She would usually eat her favorite brand of cereal that was shipped to her from America.

Honestly, when Namjoon and V informed him that BTS would have a girl in the group, Jin was all for it, already making plans to protect her and act like a parent. Although his parenting ways drove Jen bonkers, she knew he just cared deeply. 

While Jimin tweeted about Jennie being OK and resting in the hospital, Jin began to ponder about the time he helped her with her period.

-----

He heard noise from the laundry room and knew it was Jennie because of the pitch of her voice. He woke up early, planning on making breakfast for the dorm but couldn’t help but ponder if everything was okay with her.

“What am I gonna do-what am I gonna do-what am I gonna do!?” He heard her cry out in a hushed voice. Worried, he walked into the laundry room to see her fumbling with blood stained sheets as his nerves calmed down.

Period.

Nothing bad, thankfully.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” His deep voice startled her as she dropped the bloody bed sheets, turning around to face him anxiously. 

He knew she was embarrassed but she had no reason to be. He knew all about situations like this, he was in his 20s after all. He had this urge to parent her. He can only imagine being so far away from your family members.

Sure, he’s busy and doesn’t see his family often but at least he’s still in the same country. But with Jennie, he pondered how much of an emotional toll it sprung on her, being miles away, in another country. He wanted her to feel at home like her parents were still with her. So, he took on the motherly role, while Namjoon went on with the fatherly role. But then it soon became a habit, considering he was the oldest.

-----

The main thing Jin was worried about Jennie and even Jungkook was that they were both growing up too fast for his liking. What made him come to that reality was when the two of them performed for War of Hormone. That was just too adult. And it was probably going to get worse as they got older.

He just...wasn’t ready. When Jen gets a boyfriend and Jungkook gets a girlfriend, he hasn’t even thought of his reaction when he finds out. It seemed like just yesterday that she came in, with Taehyung in their dorm as she introduced herself.

“You, my preciousness, are growing up a little too fast for my liking,” Jin murmured as he placed a hand on her head.

‘Am I now? I’m not looking forward to your future freakouts.’ She thought with amusement.

“But I enjoy watching you grow into a young lady. Although the dancing can be kept at a TV-Y7...” He trailed off.

‘WOW, Jin...’

“Are you really scolding her while she’s asleep?” Yoongi grumbled.

“Jin, leave her alone.” Jimin groaned.

“What? I’m just...parenting.” Jin got up from his seat.

While the Hyung line went to get food, Taehyung checked on Jennie, as he let out a shaky, deep breath.

‘Taehyung...I can notice that deep voice anywhere. Have you been crying?’

He had been crying since she dropped to the floor. It killed him to see her like that, and it was something he hoped he would never have to see again. The only sight he wanted to see was her smiling and being happy. That was it. 

Tae could remember his meeting with her like it was yesterday. And ever since that day, he always thought of her as a little sister.

-----

He had just finished practicing in one of the dance studios where he noticed her, packing up her bag. He had never seen her before and assumed she was one of the new trainees.

She didn’t look Asian and had colored skin so he assumed that she was from another country as well. Being the eager, talkative person he was, he decided to make his way to her, with a boxy grin on his face.

“Hello~!” He happily greeted and she turned around to face him. Her hair was a big, puffy mess, thanks to the perspiration and exhaustion that was clearly shown on her face since she spent hours practicing. But her warm smile, caused him to grin even wider.

“H-hi! Are you talking to me?”

English, so was she from America?

Taehyung decided to go with his gut and his broken English skills to ask her if she was American. Despite his efforts to speak in English, she switched to Korean so he could communicate with her more comfortably.

He was astonished that she was training to be the Bangtan Girl and her positive interest in finding out that he’s a secret member of BTS, made him even happier. He was looking forward to BTS getting a female member and had secretly hoped that Jen would be the one.

They were inseparable after their first meeting, and the more they got to know each other, the more Taehyung hoped for her to get that Bangtan Girl spot. If another girl had gotten it, would he ever see her again? And if the BTS schedule starts to get fuller, would he even have time to keep in touch?

He didn’t want to lose a precious friendship such as this that he had with her.

As they both were secret members, before debuting, their friendship grew since they were forced to stay out of the Vlogs and other BTS videos. It made them upset that they had to stay on the sidelines while the rest of the members did their thing. Tae would often vent to her about how he

felt about it and she would always listen.

“I always wanted a brother. It’s just me and my two older sisters. It’s nice to be around girls but there are times where I wished what it would be like to be a sister to a guy.” Jennie had revealed to him as they lay in her bed, watching cartoons on her laptop.

A deep chuckle escaped Taehyung as he turned to her. “You already have brothers.”

“Huh?”

“Seven of them, actually.” He went on, looking at her in the eyes with a small smile. “We may not be related by blood but we’ll never leave your side. Sorry to tell you this, but, you’re stuck with us.” He giggled as he wrapped his arms around her, cheek to cheek, squeezing her tightly as she groaned at the pressure.

“Oh boy, what am I getting myself into?” She laughed with him.

------

“Please get better quickly,” Tae spoke up with sadness in his voice.

She hated it when he was upset. It was rare because he would always goof around. To hear him so sad, hurt her heart.

She soon heard another voice on her other side.

“Ennie. Do you understand how sad you make me feel when you’re like this?” Jimin asked. 

‘Sorry Chim.’

When he found out that they were getting a girl member, he was interested in the idea. When he met Jennie, he was drawn to her friendliness and was always eager to speak with her. Sure, he

would often tease her, pretending that they were a couple, promoting JenMin, but that was just part of who he was.

-----

He would like to steal her away since she would hang around the rest of his hyungs. So, one morning, he snuck into her room, diving right on top of her as she groaned under the covers, waking up immediately. 

“Get up~! We’re spending the day together!” He shouted as he snuggled into her.

“Let me sleep!” She yelled against her pillow.

“You’re usually up early! It’s morning! Rise and shine!”

“I stayed up late working with Yoongi.”

“Come on, get ready! Take a shower so we can hang out today! I’m tired of Yoongi hogging you, where’s our time together?” He moved off her so she could sit up.

“All right, all right.”

“You’re too slow.” He picked her up over his shoulder and placed her in her bathtub. As soon as he turned on the shower, she yelped at the sudden cold water, splashing on her skin.

“Jimin! You outta pocket!”

He giggled and ran out of the bathroom. He thought he should tick her off more often just for fun because her reactions would make his day.

-----

Backstage as they were shooting around the Red Bullet tour, Jimin decided to mess with the members with a camera. Jen tried to take a nap while sitting in one of the black chairs. She heard Jimin making these sound effects that Hobi would say and she opened her eyes to watch him mess with Hobi.

“Oh boy.” She let out a chuckle as she tried to go back to sleep. 

Soon after, she became the next victim, hearing his sound effects right by her as he started putting his fingers under her chin and on her neck. Ticklish, she let out a laugh but ended up snorting.

The sound of her snort gained the attention of the Maknae line and they all ended up laughing at her. It was rare that she would snort while laughing. And it just happened to be in front of the camera Jimin was holding.

“Oh my God, you got that on camera!?” She shouted in her native tongue, covering her mouth as she felt her face heat up. “Delete that! Oh my God, Jimin! Please! Delete that jawn now!"

Soon after her embarrassment died down, she went back to napping while Tae and Jimin began to DJ on Tae’s tablet. It looked like they were using an app. She had the sudden urge to play on it herself but ignored it.

“Jennie! Are you ready!?” Jimin started playing around with the tablet as he went over to dance in front of her, stepping over her and standing over her legs as her feet rested on a chair.

“Why did you come to me?” She laughed, trying to push him away.

“Show us your DJing!” Tae offered.

“As tempting as that may sound, I’m not ready to show it yet. But use the beat on that side while pressing those three buttons. It’ll give it a better beat. It’s a little of key.” She pointed it out. 

When they followed her instructions, they began to jam out to the beat, and the two of them began to dance around her.

“Boy, if you don’t get off me! I didn’t ask for a lap dance!” She lightly punched them in their stomachs as they laughed it off.

-----

“Don’t be discouraged, Ennie. You’re going to be just fine in BTS. Smile, live and don’t overwork yourself. I believe we have a bright future. All eight of us.” Jimin said with a smile.

“Ah, smartie. You’re stubborn as hell.” Yoongi watched her sleep.

He wasn’t a big fan of having a girl in the group at first. He thought it should’ve just been an all boy group and an all girl group if Bang PD was striving for that vision. He began to embrace the idea as he heard Taehyung speak highly of the girls who auditioned and Namjoon’s impression of the ladies.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

When he met her, he was genuinely surprised she was a foreigner, but he still accepted her just like the others. He watched her keep up with the intense pace of Mr.Son’s choreography and the dedication to making sure their debut was top notch. He admired her effort.

He knew for a long time that she wanted to learn more about rapping. The way she would watch him in admiration as he rapped, to the glances whenever someone spoke of rapping, he knew. He just waited for her to speak up. He watched the Rookie King episodes, he saw her confession about her admiration for him. He was flattered and made him feel joyful that someone was just as passionate about what he does.

Although he didn’t say thank you enough for the kind gestures, he was always appreciative.

-----

Back in the studio, Jen had found Yoongi asleep in the studio by his computer with headphones on his ears. They were supposed to have a rap session but she saw how exhausted he was and decided to gently wake him up.

“H-hey you’ll get a cramp. It’s not pleasant. Migrate to the couch.” She helped him move. 

As laid his back on the couch, she placed a blanket on him. She went to his chair and tried to work on the rap he told her to do for homework and found herself falling asleep after an hour.

When Yoongi woke up, he pondered how he got on the couch until he saw Jen asleep. 

“This girl.” He shook his head, amused as he stretched and approached her. “Smartie, you’re going to get a cramp.”

“Five minutes pop pop...” He heard her mumble

Smirking with amusement, he easily picked her up and placed her on the couch, throwing the blanket on her as she slept comfortably. He went back to work, putting his headphones in, periodically glancing back at her sleeping.

Yoongi even remembered when she was the first to notice how in pain he was because of his appendix rupturing.

“No, you’re in pain.” She declared.

“I’ll be fine.”

“No, you won’t be at all if you don’t check it out. Something is wrong. You should get it checked out.”

Although she annoyed him with the constant questioning, he ended up speaking up about it and was flown back to Korea to go to the hospital for surgery. She wanted to come with him but was advised that he would be okay and to just focus on promotions.

-----

“I never thanked you, did I? Thanks for reacting so quickly. I hope you know that I’m still waiting for you to DJ for me. I haven’t forgotten. Do I have to write on your face to make you show me your skills live?”

‘Gee, you are persistent.’

“Oh stop bothering her about that. She’ll show you when she’s ready.” Hobi commented.

Hobi was always driving Jen nuts with his usual, loud sound efforts. There were times when she would place her hands over his shoulders and stare at him straight in the eye, asking, “What-is the matter with you!?”

It took him a while to open up to the idea of yet another member joining the group, but once he met her, he was thrilled and hoped that she could handle the intensity of their dances.

------

He remembered the goofy day when the members were Nay-Naying. Jen stood by as the camera filmed Jimin and Tae bumping into each other.

“YAHHHHHHH!”

Jen ended up laughing so loud, she held onto Hobi, who laughed with her.

“Jennie! We gotta retake it!” Jimin whined.

“I’m sorry! It was funny!” She exclaimed.

They took the video again, successfully as Jungkook joined in, walking into the camera frame, glancing at the both of them.

“YAHHHHHHH!”

Jin walked up to the three of them next.

“YAHHHHHHH!”

Soon after it was Hobi’s turn.

“YYAAAHHHH!”

“Hol’ up, hol’ up!” She raised a hand up in the air, walking towards them, standing in the middle.

She glanced at each member with a serious expression before leaning back with them to do the Nay Nay once again.

“YAHHHHHHH!”

She fell to the floor, unable to control her laughter while the rest goofed around. As they regrouped, they danced once more as Jungkook stood there, amused.

“YYAAAHHHH!”

She heard Hobi shout, “WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP! WHOOP!”

“YAAHHHHHH!”

Sounds of laughter filled Jen’s ears and everyone turned their attention to Yoongi who ran up to them.

“Yah~!” He said in a deep voice as he Nay Nayed. Everyone laughed at his actions as Jungkook fell to the floor and Jen started crying because the laughter was too much.

Hobi even remembered, that a week ago, Jen wanted to begin a prank war in the dorm and wanted Hobi to help her plan things out.

“Who do you want to get first?” He asked her as he sat on her bed.

“I know it’s risky but...I want Yoongi to be the first one. I have a prank up my sleeve. I want to do the smack cam on him. Have maybe whipped cream and smack the shit out of him.” She laughed.

“Jennie, I really don’t want you to die at this young age.”

“Ah, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“We shall soon find out.”

Hobi had anticipated when she could get back on her feet so they could begin the pranking. Watching Yoongi’s reaction was going to be horrifying, yet intriguing to see.

-----

As it was nighttime with the members were asleep Jen felt herself falling asleep until she felt a big, warm hand take hold of one of hers, giving it a gentle squeeze.

'I know that hand...is it you Kookie?'

“Can you hear me?” She heard Jungkook ask quietly.

‘Yes.’

“You really don’t know how much you’re loved, do you?” She heard him let out a soft chuckle.

“No matter what hate you get, the love people have for you will always conquer. Never forget that.”

‘I won’t Kookie...thank you.’

When he saw her fall, he felt helpless as he watched Namjoon and Jin rush up to her first. He just stood there, unable to move. He was absolutely devastated. He had wished that he could’ve done more instead of freezing up like that.

-----

Back when he found out that there would be a girl in the group, he was nervous. He was already shy enough around girls and now there would be one in the group? He wasn’t all for the idea but remained quiet. He hoped that he would not be nervous and manage to speak with her.

When he first saw her as the new member, he thought she was pretty and outgoing based on how she talked to the members when she introduced herself. He had remained quiet as she lived in the dorm but she soon started to notice.

“Hey! You okay?” She asked him one day at the dorm, in the room he stayed in. Her sudden question made him stare at her in bewilderment, before he shyly looked down, remaining silent.

“Ah, I guess you’re shy. Well, I hope you know that I’m gonna keep talking to you until you speak to me.” She teased.

As she looked around his side of the room, she noticed a variety of Iron Man merch. “You like Iron Man?”

Her question made his eyes light up as he finally looked at her in the eyes. 

He smiled softly and gave a timid nod. “Best superhero there is.”

“Really? You know, I actually haven’t seen the movies.” She shrugged as he stared at her and shook his head.

How!?

“Are you kidding me? You haven’t lived!” He exclaimed as he felt himself opening up to her more.

“Oh really? Well, you wanna watch the movies together? You can give me a rundown on who is who and what’s going on.”

“Yeah!”

She smiled at his enthusiasm. She was delighted that she found something he could passionately talk to her about, despite the shyness. “I can pull it up on my laptop-“

“No need, I got them here. Let’s go to the living room.” He happily rushed out of the room as she let out a laugh at his eagerness.

Soon after that, their conversations began to consist of Iron Man, video games and they even began to talk about America.

“You been to America, right?”

“I went there to learn how to dance.” He murmured as he told her about how he wanted to go to the beach.

“One day, when we go back to America, we gotta walk around the beach together. Go swimming. It’s amazing there when the sun is set. You’ll love it. I can’t really explain it but once you’re there, you’ll enjoy it.”

-----

“You haven’t forgotten that, right? We were gonna walk on the beach the next time we go to America? We couldn’t do it when we filmed American Hustle Life, but the next time, we just gotta. I always wanted to walk on the beach with you-” He paused and shook his head. “I don’t know why I got so brave suddenly.”

‘Ha. I haven’t forgotten, Kook.’ She thought as she felt herself dozing off. 

Jungkook glanced at the friendship ring as he remembered when he first got it.

---

He had found himself at a jewelry store, asking for custom made rings. He didn’t know how he did it but he went to measure her finger while she was asleep, so he could get the right size. He felt some sort of jealousy at how close she was getting with the other members but he wanted to be her best friend, so why not seal the deal with friendship rings?

He did feel childish for doing such an act, but he had hoped that their friendship would grow stronger because he always felt at ease when she was around.

“For a special lady? Girlfriend? Future girlfriend?” The lady behind the counter teased with a bright smile. Jungkook’s face had gotten so red, she thought he had an allergic reaction to something.

He was so nervous when he revealed the rings to her. But when she hugged him so tightly, he knew. 

Something about her just made him always grin so hard that his face would hurt.

-----

“There’s something I always wanted to tell you...” He let out a breath. He paused for a few moments before shaking his head. “Ah, never mind. It’s not the right time. But I’ll tell you one day.”

The next morning, Jen finally fluttered her eyes as they slowly started to open. Her eyes adjusted as her surroundings began to clear up. As she moved her head, she let out a sharp hiss, immediately holding her head. Her body felt less tired thanks to the rest as she noticed the guys sleeping around the hospital room.

Most were on the floor. It was a cute sight. Yoongi was knocked out on the floor, Jimin and Taehyung cuddled up together and Namjoon was snoring loudly with his mouth wide open. She pondered how she was able to sleep through it as she suppressed a laugh. Jin and Hobi were asleep in chairs.

She slowly turned her head to see Jungkook resting his head on her bed, sound asleep in a chair.

“Kook?” She reached out and placed her hand on his head. She felt him stir and open his eyes.

When he finally saw that she was awake, he jumped out of his seat, launching himself into her for a big hug. He held her tightly as she let out a weak laugh while she heard him trying not to cry.

“I’m okay, I’m okay. No crying.” She murmured softly as she hugged him back.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.” She heard him. “You have no idea how worried I was about you. You scared the heck out of me.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.”

They stay like that for a moment, until he finally pulled away, taking a good look at her. A huge grin came across his face. “Hyungs! Hyungs! She’s awake!” He said, jumping all around to get them to wake up.

“YAY! SHE’S AWAKE!” She heard some of them scream.

“Ow!” She hissed. “Not so loud, I’m kind of sensitive to sound, right now.” She rubbed her temples.

“You see what you do!? Why would you scream, you know she has a concussion!” Jin scolded the boys, going on a full lecture while Namjoon managed to escape, to go get the doctor.

It was good to be awake and be surrounded by them.

She’ll never let this happen to her again.

After a few days, Jen was back on her bed, in the dorm. She talked with Bang PD as she thought about their conversation.

“I want you to rest for a full week. No activity, just rest. And we’ll see how you do after that. If you need more rest, we’ll just wait before filming for the next comeback.” He told her.

“But our comeback is coming up very soon.”

“And BTS’ health is more important. I refuse to have you work in this state.”

She followed his orders and was grateful that he was so focused on her taking it easy. He even planned to take legal action against the malicious comments. Her thoughts were interrupted when Hobi slammed a huge pack of water on her bed. 

“Really?” She looked up from her phone.

“Gotta stay hydrated! How was your nap?” He smiled sweetly and placed a hand on top of her head affectionately.

“It was refreshing.”

“Good. I’m off to dance practice. Do you need anything before I go?”

“Smarties?”

“I’m always prepared.” He handed her a couple of rolls from his jacket.

Once he left, she opened the pack of water bottles and began to drink one as she went on her phone to watch some YouTube videos. Curious, she decided to research BTS Jennie, and came across JRE’s video.

So now you ganging up on my girl Jennie? | REALLY NOW

She had seen a few of his videos and thought he was hilarious, from his body rolling to his K-Pop passion, so she decided to check out the video, to see what he had to say.

“Really now? Antis are now targeting Jennie? Jennie? My Jennie? Our sweet, beautiful Miss Bangtan? Oh, now we have a problem. Now you guys know that I love me some Jennie from BTS.”

Jennie couldn’t help but laugh at the video cuts of his reactions to her from music videos, to her live performances.

As the clip showed him reacting to War of Hormone live, he was body rolling, “Get it, Jennie! Get yo’ lines!” His eyes widened in shock as he saw how close she was getting to Jungkook. “Okay! Okay! Well damn!”

And once he heard her sing, ‘I could turn you into a man’. He paused the video and stared at the camera, laughing. “Hol’ up, hol’ up, did she just-did she just say, wait a minute.”

Jen continued to laugh at his reaction as she couldn’t help but smile when he said, “Jennie and Jungkook have some strong chemistry. If I didn’t know any better, I would suggest they could be dating or something. Troublemaker vibes.”

“Dating, huh?” She suddenly pondered. Before she could think further, she got a notification from Jin as she went to her messages.

Jin: Did you eat? [2:22 PM]

Jen: Yes, Jin [2:22 PM]

Jin: Good. Eat more. [2:22 PM]

Jen: ????? [2:23 PM]

Not even a minute later, Yoongi had messaged her.

Yoongi: Hey Smartie [2:23PM]

Jen: Hey, what’s up? [2:24PM]

Yoongi: Just checking on you. You ate today, right? [2:24PM]

Jen: Yes I did, thanks for checking in. :) [2:24 PM]

As the video went back to the present, he discussed how he saw rumors on Twitter that she didn’t even want to go through with the War of Hormone dance with Jungkook anymore because of the Antis. He showed his disappointment since he enjoyed watching them perform together. How their voices complemented each other and how in sync their bodies move with each other.

Jen was honestly impressed at fans’ accurate assumptions about her not wanting to dance anymore. But now that she was back in her room, relaxed, she did miss it. She shouldn’t let others take the fun out of what she likes to do. She made a mental note to talk to Jungkook about it and let Mr.Son know. She guaranteed they would both be thrilled to know she wanted to dance again for War of Hormone.

Her phone buzzed once more as she stopped the video to read the message.

Namjoon: You had a big meal today, right? If not, let’s go out for lunch [2:27 PM]

Jen: I ate lunch already. I had noodles [2:28 PM]

Namjoon: How big was the bowl? [2:28 PM]

Jen: Uhh average size? [2:28 PM]

Namjoon: Are you still hungry? [2:28 PM]

Jen: Well I mean I could eat some more [2:28 PM]

Namjoon: I’m bringing pizza. Hang tight [2:28 PM]

Jen: Uh, okay? [2:29 PM]

Pressing the YouTube app, she attempted to press play but Hobi ended up texting her next.

Hobi: Jennie! [2:29 PM]

Jen: What!? [2:29 PM]

Hobi: Did you eat??? [2:29 PM]

Jen: Yes, jeesh. [2:29 PM]

Turning back to the video, she pressed play.

“I’ve tried not to make a video about this but now it’s to the fact that I feel so sorry for her getting hated on and it just frustrates me. I haven’t met Jennie yet, but I hope I can soon, maybe if BTS goes back to K-Con or something but from what I’ve seen, she’s a sweetheart. Ridiculously sweet to her fans, and even takes the most time for fan service.”

She was touched at how passionately he spoke of her as she watched him go on, “And to come at her, for her skin color, for her not looking like your typical K-Pop idol, is sad and ridiculous. This girl has made history for being an African American in a K-Pop group and she has done so well for herself as a member of BTS. Her Korean is good, she didn’t come to Korea without knowing anything. She came there prepared. So, what is the problem?”

“Now the poor girl overworked herself and is in the hospital right now because of all that pressure. Now I know she’s young, she’s miles away from her family in America, she’s in Korea, they’re in America, that’s already pressure right there, being away from family. And now this? People find the pettiest things to complain about this girl. It’s like she can never win. Leave my girl alone. I need my Jennie Protection Squad because if you go after my girl, you have a problem with me. I heard she’s still learning how to rap from Suga. I hope she ends up being in a Cypher or something to slay all y’all hatin’ asses. I cannot wait for that day to come.”

Jen smirked at his suggestion. That would be nice but she had a long way to go. She went to his Instagram to follow him and went under the photo that promoted his recent, Really Now video to comment.

‘You are so dope! Thank you. I hope to meet you someday, too.’ she typed which instantly started getting traction from fans.

‘SHE NOTICED YOU!!’ Fans would comment soon after.

‘She followed him too! OMG!’

Another ding was heard as she went to her messages.

Jungkook: Did you eat? [2:49 PM]

“Did they plan this?” She asked with amusement. 

Are they all going to ask her if she ate today?

Jen: OMG, why is everyone asking me this? Lol. [2:49 PM]

Jungkook: Everyone?? MAN! I wanted to be the first one to ask you!! [2:50 PM]

Jen: Lol, thanks for caring. [2:50 PM]

She let out a chuckle when she read Jimin’s message.

Jimin: Ennie how are you doing? [2:50 PM]

Jen: I’m great. I ate today if that’s what you’re about to ask. Just finished talking to Jungkook. [2:51 PM]

Jimin: WHY AM I ALWAYS LATE!? I WAS BORN BEFORE HIM! [2:51 PM]

Jen: I dunno man. I don’t know lol [2:51 PM]

After a few minutes of liking various photos on Instagram, her phone buzzed once more.

Taehyung: Jennie! [2:55 PM]

Jen: Yes, Tae. I ate :) [2:55 PM]

Taehyung: WHO BEAT ME TO IT!? [2:55 PM]

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“It’s not easy! It’s not easy for me to see you with anyone else, if it’s not me. And maybe that’s selfish, but it’s true.” Pairing : Bangchan x F!Reader ft. Jeon Wonwoo (SVTN) TW : none really ; reader is a strong, independent woman and we love to see it ; general angst and one sided pining ; Word Count : 2.5k

“You really think your modeling career is going to take off?” Chan asked when you had come to him with the news that you had been picked up by a company to model their clothing. It wasn’t a big designer, they weren’t very well known, but it was a start, and you were proud of yourself, as you should be. “I thought you were going to go to college for teaching or something… When did this start?” 

He only looked away from his computer to scan over the contract that you had slid across his desk, his eyes drifting over every single line as he shook his head. “I just wanted to get into something that would make me even half as famous as you are… So people won’t judge us for being together. I can’t sing or dance… But I know I can do this.” No matter what he said, your pride would remain intact. He couldn’t sway you from your decision, the only thing he could do was cheer you on, or disagree with the choice, but that wouldn’t stop you. 

“I never wanted a famous girlfriend… I just wanted someone who would be there for me.” He responded, turning his attention back to his computer screen as he continued to tweak whatever song he was working on now. “If you get that job, if you get famous, you’ll be traveling all over the globe to do different shows. I wanted you here. With me. Always.” 

You rolled your eyes at the blunt selfishness of his words, snatching the contract from off his desk and crossing your arms over your chest. “So me traveling all over the world to do different shows would be a bad thing, but you do it and I’m supposed to just sit back and be okay with it? Hypocritical much?” 

Chans hands slid from his keyboard, dropping onto his lap as he swiveled the chair in your direction, his eyes had heavy bags underneath them from lack of sleep, but he still seemed to have enough energy to go against you on this. “I travel the world for my job. All you’d be getting is a couple gigs, it’s not the same thing. If this is what you want to do, fine… But I don’t like it, and I don’t want to be a part of you doing this.” 

It took you a couple seconds to really understand what he was saying, mainly because it was so foolish for him to even say something like that, but you could tell that he wasn’t joking either. “I supported you in your career choice… But mine is a problem? Great… you know what? This is better for the both of us. You do you, I can do what I want. Thanks Christopher.” And with that you walked out the door of his recording studio. You had walked in with pride, and you walked out with even more, knowing that you were making your choices for no one but yourself. This was your life, and you had simply allowed Chan to be a part of it. Now that he wasn’t, it wouldn’t make or break you, you just had more freedom to do what you wanted. 

That’s essentially where you had met your boyfriend of two years. He was an idol himself, one that was well known in the industry, and it had been like love at first sight as soon as the two of you locked eyes, and from that moment on, the two of you were inseparable. He supported you in everything you did, he’d hype you up when he got to go to your photoshoots, he’d cheer you on when he got to go to one of the modeling shows, and when he couldn’t make it, he’d text you the entire time about how amazing you were going to do. He was the support that you needed, but above all else, he held the calmness, the aura of relaxation that you so looked forward to when you came home after a busy day. 

That’s essentially where you had met your boyfriend of two years. He was an idol himself, one that was well known in the industry, and it had been like love at first sight as soon as the two of you locked eyes, and from that moment on, the two of you were inseparable. He supported you in everything you did, he’d hype you up when he got to go to your photoshoots, he’d cheer you on when he got to go to one of the modeling shows, and when he couldn’t make it, he’d text you the entire time about how amazing you were going to do. He was the support that you needed, but above all else, he held the calmness, the aura of relaxation that you so looked forward to when you came home after a busy day. 

That’s essentially where you had met your boyfriend of two years. He was an idol himself, one that was well known in the industry, and it had been like love at first sight as soon as the two of you locked eyes, and from that moment on, the two of you were inseparable. He supported you in everything you did, he’d hype you up when he got to go to your photoshoots, he’d cheer you on when he got to go to one of the modeling shows, and when he couldn’t make it, he’d text you the entire time about how amazing you were going to do. He was the support that you needed, but above all else, he held the calmness, the aura of relaxation that you so looked forward to when you came home after a busy day. 

“I got a call for another gig today.” You mumbled as you walked through the front door, placing your bag down on the bench beside the closet and slipping your shoes off, letting out a quiet yawn as you walked tiredly over to the couch and dropped down onto it beside your boyfriend, letting your head fall onto his lap. “It was for JYP entertainment… They wanted me to be in one of Stray Kids new videos.” 

Wonwoo hummed softly, closing up his book and placing it onto the end table to look down at you, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he did. “Are you okay with doing that? You know that you can say no.” He knew what had happened between you and the leader of the group, but that had been years ago and you didn’t want what happened in the past to hinder your future. “I can go with you if you’d like me to. Whatever makes you feel more comfortable.” 

You nodded your head, already feeling much calmer after just listening to his voice. He just had that ability, it was one of the things that you loved the most about Wonwoo, the way he made you instantaneously feel at ease. “Thanks a bunch… This is why you’re the best.” You murmured, watching his cheeks turn a light shade of pink before he pushed his glasses up and grabbed his book again. “I’ll go wash up and then you can watch me make dinner.” 

His chuckle was soft, it sounded more like air being pushed through his nose, but he nodded slowly as his interest was quickly caught by the words on the pages. “Take your time… Wear something warm when you get out.” Those few words would usually make someone think that he was uninterested, and before, you had had the same thoughts, but you came to realize that those words were just his way of saying that he loved you, that he cared about you without actually saying them out loud. It was easier that way for him, and it was just one of the other things that you loved about him. He didn’t say he loved you too much, and the fact that he didn’t made hearing those three words all the more special. He was special to you. 

Chan watched as you walked onto the set, your coat pulled close around your frame as your eyes scanned the area, a small smile pulling at the corners of your lips whenever someone greeted you or walked by. He had followed your journey to stardom, and he had been proud of you, immensely proud, and oftentimes when he was with one of the guys and he came across a post of you on his phone, he’d shove his screen in their face and excitedly announce that he used to date you. Of course, the excitement would no sooner wear off as quickly as it came when he had that realization for the millionth time that he had blown things. 

It had been a miracle that JYP had managed to book you for the shoot, and they had to get your parts filmed and perfected immediately because your manager said that your schedule was pretty booked for the next week. He only had a short amount of time with you, and it had been so long since he had even seen you face to face that it had his stomach doing somersaults as he thought of what to say. 

“Is it okay if my boyfriend sits in for the filming?” You asked one of the producers, your voice flowing through the air and reaching Chans ears as if he were the target of your words instead of the man that you were actually talking to. His head whipped up as he watched you smile and bow, rushing over to the studio doors to push them open, and he about gasped when he saw who walked in. “Thank you for coming.” He heard you say, and his stomach, like an untrained trapeze artist, dropped like a brick when he watched you kiss the cheek of Jeon Wonwoo. 

It wasn’t shocking, Chan had seen the music video that you were in with them, and he had seen the scene, replayed it over a thousand times where you had to act with Wonwoo, and he could tell that it wasn’t acting… He had seen that look on your face many times when you were with him. He just didn’t think that the two of you would actually be together. “Of course. I’m here for you if you need me.” Was it nosy for Chan to listen in on the conversation? You were having it in a public place filled with people, it’s not like you were trying to keep anything a secret. 

You were coming closer to him now, and he could feel his heart racing like it was about to burst from his chest. Were you coming over to say hi to him? It felt like his tongue had gone numb, how embarrassing. You looked great too, and he felt like a fool for giving it all up. “Ahh! Hi, Y/N!” Chan called out once you were close enough, and you paused for a second to wave at him… And then you kept walking. It was humiliating, and when he glanced over at Wonwoo, he could see the older man smirking, his shoulders bouncing slightly with his silent laughter. 

How was he supposed to film with you when you made him feel like this? When he felt the eyes of Wonwoo on him whenever he got close to you. You shouldn’t bring your boyfriend onto the set, it probably made the other guys uncomfortable too. 

“It’s pretty cool that Y/N brought Wonwoo with her. He’s a chill guy.” Jisung said during a break between shoots, only proving that Chan was wrong in his assumption. He was the only one uncomfortable with it, and that only further proved that the feeling of discomfort was from the jealousy that he felt. “Have you talked to him? I mean… I know that… Well… You know. But, that’s all in the past, right? She agreed to do the shoot still, that means everything is alright.” 

Oh, Jisung was poorly mistaken. Everything might be okay for you, but for Chan… It was watching the one girl that he wanted, the one girl that he once had, be with another man. It only made it worse to watch because he knew it was all his fault that he had to see you in the arms of someone else, and he had to be okay with it… Which was easier said than done. “Yeah… everything is alright. I’m gonna go talk to her now.” Chan said, trying to keep his composure as he walked away from his member, he had to focus highly on his steps to make sure he didn’t trip over his own feet as he walked over to where you stood. Wonwoos arm was wrapped around your waist as you stood beside the chair he was sitting in, his thumb grazing over your side and his fingers intermittently tugging at the fabric of your shirt which had you giggling. It should have been him… It could have been him. “Hey, Y/N. Can I talk to you… About the shoot?” Chan spoke up after clearing his throat to get your attention, and his attention was on Wonwoo, watching as the man's eyes narrowed just slightly behind his glasses. 

“Sure… What about it?” You asked, not moving from Wonwoos side, but this was something that Chan needed to say to you in private, so he motioned with his head for you to follow him, and you reluctantly patted Wonwoos hand to let you go before the sound of your heels against the hard floor let Chan know that you were right behind him. “So… What about the shoot? Is there something wrong?” 

Chan took a deep breath before nodding his head, glancing around you to look at Wonwoo who was staring straight at him. “Yeah… You have your boyfriend here.” He said flatly, and your eyebrows furrowed as you looked between Chan and Wonwoo. “It’s hard enough for me to see you again in person… But now I have to see you with him?! It’s not easy! It’s not easy to see you with someone else, if it’s not me. And maybe that’s selfish, but it’s true.” 

You scoffed, shaking your head as rolled your eyes, all the signs of your annoyance being played out in a quick second. “I knew this was a bad idea.” You grumbled, your head falling back as you groaned loudly. “You’ve always been selfish, Christopher. That’s the reason I’m not with you anymore. It’s always been about you… What you wanted, how you wanted me to be, what you wanted me to do. That’s who you are… And that’s who he’s not… That’s why I’m with him.” You turned to smile back at Wonwoo who looked like he was slowly but surely making his way off the chair as his eyes now glared daggers at Chan. “He’s here for me… Not for anything else. So deal with it, or we can both leave the set. Make your decision quickly, break ends soon.” 

Both of you had spoken your minds, and while he didn’t really expect the conversation to go well, he hadn’t expected that. It wasn’t easy… If anything, it was almost impossible to shoot any scene with you when Wonwoo was watching, when he knew that after the shot was finished you’d run right back over to Wonwoo and his arm would wrap around you and he’d smile at you like you were the only person in the room. It was jealousy, it was the fact that seeing you with someone else made him feel absolutely stupid… You had moved on, and you had done it quite easily too. You were living in the present and looking towards the future, and Chan was stuck in the past, reliving the moment where he had fucked it all up, and imagining the future that he could have had with you if he hadn’t been so selfish.