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skzleeknow12 · 4 years ago

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Love Conquers All - Hyunjin

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol au, Set at MAMA

Word Count: Approximately 4k

“So my next question will go to Cindy,” the presenter said and Cindy immediately froze as the camera panned to her. She looked at her members, who were giving her worried looks, and her leader subtly asked her with her eyes if she wanted her to help. Cindy pressed a strained smile onto her face and subtly shook her head before trying to relax her smile more as she looked at the presenter. Her group was currently being interviewed at the red carpet at their fourth MAMA of their professional career. She took the mic hesitantly handed to her by one of her members, who smiled at her as a source of comfort.

“Cindy, I understand you were meant to have a collaboration this year with Hwanwoong of Oneus and San of Ateez which was supposed to be a highly anticipated part of today’s show? What are your thoughts on not being able to do it?”

Cindy knew the presenters has a script to follow and she could see the guilt in the presenter’s eyes so she simply smiled at her as if to tell her it was ok. What made things worse was that when she looked towards the backstage, she saw all of eight of the boys standing there, looking at her with worry, but his face stuck out the most. She knew it wasn’t his fault, but she was the one who had to pay the price for the both of them. She needed to show she was strong so she brought the mic towards her mouth so that she could speak clearly.

“Obviously, I was looking really forward to the collaboration, I don’t know if this information was shared with the public or not but we had already started to rehearse it and were quite a way through it, so it was a bit frustrating when it was cancelled due to specific reasons.” She made sure her voice didn’t waver as she looked at the fans of many other groups behind the camera. Her eyes suddenly caught a certain fan who was waving a large banner with the writing “WE LOVE YOU CINDY!” and that gave her the strength to continue. “I understand that everything happens for a reason though, so I’m sure that the reason the collaboration was called off was the best thing for myself and the other parties. The time that would have been spent in practice gave me a chance to reflect on myself and improve more as well as think back on everything to ensure I don’t make any mistakes in the future.”

“Ah yes of course, at least there was a positive outcome,” the second presenter said, but her eyes were still glued to Cindy which she took as another question about to be thrown her way. “You also wrote one of the songs that your group will be performing today, would you like to tell us about what inspired you to write it and your train of thoughts?”

“The song I wrote, to be honest I related it to myself quite a lot,” she said. “I’ve been misunderstood a lot; when you’re in the public eye, you don’t get a chance to explain yourself, one wrong move that may be made with a pure intention could cost you your mental health as well as your career. The song is basically talking about how no one knows what we’re going through unless they actually go through it the way we have to. I know a lot of people know what I mean when I say life as an idol isn’t always rainbows and sparkles, but unless you actually live this life, then you can’t imagine the hardships it takes to even stand here. We’re humans too, so I guess I was just trying to portray how not everything is as it seems.” She let out a small laugh which the presenters mirrored in order to lighten the mood, but her members and the eight boys on the side could tell how forced and bitter it was.

“But there are obviously fulfilling moments?” the presenter asked, trying to stir the conversation back to a lighter topic. Cindy was aware their group had probably gone overtime by a minute so they had to wrap the interview up to move onto the next group.

“Yes of course, our fans and the members are the most rewarding part,” Cindy said and she smiled with the other members as she heard a loud chorus of screams of delight from their fans.

The interview ended quickly after that and the girls made their way off the red carpet, but obviously fate was not being good to her today. As Cindy walked off the stage, she heard a voice call out to her from the crowd.

“CINDY YOU B****!” a fan cursed, causing her and her members to stop in their tracks, shocked. “FIRST YOU DATE OUR HYUNJIN FOR FAME, AND THEN YOU USE HWANWOONG AND SAN TO MAKE YOURSELF LOOK BETTER. YOU’RE SO DESPERATE. WE HATE YOU!” The words didn’t hurt as much as the noises of agreement coming from the audience, and the angry protests and comforting cheers of her fans did not help drown them out. She turned to look at the eight boys, one of them particularly who looked as if someone had just slapped his face. He noticed how her facial expressions showed how she was trying to stop herself from crying and he wanted nothing more than to just engulf her in a hug and tell her it would all be alright. Cindy’s leader quickly ushered her off the stage as her members followed, and they were glad to see their seniors as well as close friends, Oneus, waiting for them at the end, out of sight of the cameras. The members gave her encouraging smiles as Hwanwoong gave her a brotherly hug. Xion and Keonhee immediately came to her and put their arms around her, quickly engaging her in a conversation sure to make her laugh, whilst her members and the rest of the Oneus members talked quietly about what had just happened. Whilst they were walking away, they heard the presenters call the next group onto the stage.

“Please give a warm welcome to… Stray Kids!”

(Time Skip)

The stage erupted into flames as BTS’ Fire started playing and that sent the crowd into a frenzy of screams, not to mention how all the other idols, who were meant to look professional and show minimum reaction, jumped out of their seats as the performers on stage got into formation. Cindy and her members were no exception and she, along with her other member, started energetically dancing, living up to their positions as main and lead dancer. The Oneus members next to them were singing the lyrics loudly and if any outsider came in they would have thought they were at a concert instead of an award show. Cindy happened to turn to her left and was immediately surprised and freaked out when she saw Hyunjin’s eyes trained on her, and it looked so extremely obvious. She panicked and looked around when her heart stopped. Right in the front row of where the fans were seated, she saw a camera pointed towards them, catching the whole interaction. She just felt so overwhelmed at that point that she tapped her leader and told her she was going out for some fresh air. They knew they couldn’t just leave halfway through but her leader saw how troubled she looked so she helped sneak her backstage. This did not go unnoticed by the Stray Kids members and Hyunjin quickly turned to Bangchan to ask him for permission to leave. Noticing Bangchan’s hesitance, Minho patted Hyunjin’s back, as if telling him to go. Hyunjin smiled gratefully before disappearing backstage, not knowing about the camera still recording him, the one that had caused Cindy to leave so suddenly.

Hyunjin walked down the corridor of dressing rooms, ignoring the looks of surprise the staff members were giving him, all of then wondering why he was backstage and not in the idol sitting area. He finally reached Cindy’s groups dressing room, just as her manager walked out. She was evidently surprised as she quickly pulled him away from the door to the room and took him behind the vending machine, out of sight.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she hissed in fear as she looked around.

“Please let me talk to her, I’ve not heard from her since Dispatch outed our relationship,” Hyunjin pleaded. Cindy’s manager had been one of the first to find out about their relationship, other than his manager. The members and the company as well as the rest of the staff ended up finding out only a few days later than the two managers.

“Hyunjin, please understand,” her manager said desperately, “I know you both love each other, even someone as inexperienced as me can see that. But you need to be prepared that maybe you won’t be able to go back to how you were. Think about the reputation of your groups too. And think about her. That stunt at the red carpet today didn’t help her at all, especially because it only targeted her.”

“I need her to know I still love her; I’m willing to go through the hardships for her.” He looked at her manager desperately and she sighed in defeat as she patted his shoulder lightly.

“Don’t take too long, you need to get back,” she said sternly and he nodded his head. He thanked her with a hug before quickly rushing towards his initial destination. He paused a bit before he opened the door, slowly peaking his head in. the sight in front of him broke his heart. Cindy was sitting on the floor against the wall and her cheeks were tearstained, but she was no longer crying. She hadn’t realised the door had opened and her hands were playing with an unopened bottle of water. Hyunjin stepped in and lightly cleared his throat, and that’s when she looked up. Her eyes widened so fast that if they had been in a different situation it would have looked comical. She stood up and the bottle of water dropped from her hands, rolling around on the floor without a care in the world. Time stopped as the two stared at each other, none of them knowing what to say. There were so many unspoken words between them, yet the speech Hyunjin had prepared in his head completely vanished. He decided to make the first move and he stepped a bit closer to her, checking to see if was uncomfortable. She didn’t show any signs of discomfort, so he carried on walking towards her until all she had to do was lift her hand and he would be within her reach.

Cindy’s tears cascaded down her face, soft sniffles following them. She hesitated for a second before slowly closing the distance as she walked into his embrace, crying against his chest. Hyunjin paused for only a split second before holding onto her tightly as if scared that she would be ripped away from him, whilst running his fingers through her hair. He kissed the top of her head as her cries turned to small hiccups. She gripped onto his shirt tightly before slowly pulling away, eyes filled with fear.

“You need to go,” she said and Hyunjin’s heart broke as he watched her take a step away from him, “our groups will get ruined-” She was about to continue rambling on when Hyunjin captured her lips in his, muffling any more words coming out of her mouth. His hands were loose around her waist and his eyes shut as he moulded his lips against hers, but after a few seconds he noticed she wasn’t kissing him back. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he looked at her teary eyes, and she took that as an opportunity to push him away harshly.

“What’s wrong?” he started but she immediately cut him off.

“What are you doing?” she asked as her eyes darted around the room fearfully, and it dawned on Hyunjin just how scared she was. “Hyunjin, we can’t-”

“But why can’t we?” he asked exasperatedly looking as if he too was going to break down into tears. “What’s so wrong with us being together if it makes us happy? Why can’t people just accept that you’re the only one for me and I can’t live without you in my life?” His words made her feel so heartbroken because she knew he was right, and she knew that she couldn’t live without him either. But there was no way they would be able to avoid the hate they would get from both fandoms collectively, not to mention how it could have a huge toll on their groups considering how well they were doing at the moment.

“Hyunjin, you were fine before we dated,” she said gently but he shook his head firmly.

“But I always knew that something was missing from my life,” he said as he took her hand in his, slightly smiling as he felt hers tighten around his, “when you came into my life, I knew that you were the one. You were the one who completed me, and no one but you can take that space in my heart. Please.” He closed his eyes as he felt the tears run down his cheek. He suddenly felt something soft against his skin and when he opened his eyes once more, he saw her wiping his tears away with her thumb. She held onto his cheek and he melted into her touch, but the moment was short-lived as she took her hand away.

“Hyunjin, I… I think we should officially break up.” Her tone was soft and she was no longer crying, but Hyunjin could hear how she strained her voice as she tried to keep it steady, and he noticed how it faded out at the end as she breathed deeply.

“You… you don’t mean that,” he said brokenly as he tried to read her face, but she maintained her expression, keeping it emotionless.

“As hard as it is for us,” she whispered, “this is the only way to keep everyone off our backs, and to save our careers. We have our groups to think of, we can’t be selfish.”

“But what if I want to be selfish for once?” Hyunjin burst out and Cindy looked at him, surprised. When the two had started dating, they had agreed that they would work their relationship around their schedules so as not to mess anything up for their groups. He was probably one of the most selfless people she had ever met. To hear him say that he wanted to be selfish for once, for her, made her heart leap despite her dejected mood.

“What if I want to become selfish, for us?” he asked again and she looked at the ground, trying to avoid his gaze. He sighed deeply and she knew he was trying to hold his tears back for the umpteenth time. “But if that’s not what you really want, then… then I’ll let you go.” Cindy looked up at him and he bit his lip, swallowing the lump in his throat. “But only on one condition.” Cindy’s heart was tearing apart as she looked at him, waiting for him to speak again. She couldn’t believe that they were ending everything, even though none of them wanted to.

“And that condition is?” she asked, sniffling slightly.

“Look me straight in the eye. And tell me that… you no longer love me.” His words struck her hard and for a second all she could do was blink at him.

“W-what?” she whispered.

“Tell me that you don’t love me anymore, and that that’s the reason you want to end us,” he said, his voice wavering a bit. “If you do that, then I’ll believe you, but if you don’t, then I know that you still want me just as I want you. And if you still love me like I love you, then we will get through all the hardships together, and I’ll always fight for you no matter what.” If Cindy hadn’t been such an emotional wreck at that point then she would have rolled her eyes at how hard he made the decision. On one side was her love for Hyunjin, and on the other was the harsh industry.

She looked him in the eye and her heart tore apart as she saw the hope vanish from his eyes. Taking a shaky breath, she opened her mouth to speak.

“Hyunjin, I…” she tried to get the words out, but it was harder to lie when the person she loved more than anyone was looking at her as if his whole world had ended. “I… oh, screw it!”

Before Hyunjin could even react, Cindy grabbed his face with both of her hands and smashed her lips onto his, surprising him. He stood still for a moment before quickly snaking his arms around her waist and bringing her impossibly nearer to him. The kiss somehow made their hearts flutter yet thump loudly at the same time. Cindy could feel the butterflies in her stomach as Hyunjin gently tilted her head back, deepening the kiss with his soft lips. The kiss was desperate, yet slow and meaningful, passionate but not too steamy. The two finally broke apart, panting a little from the lack of air. They closed their eyes, savouring the feeling of being in each other’s embrace. Hyunjin kissed her temple as she hummed softly, before sharing a heart-warming smile.

“Well, I did not think that was how you would answer my question,” Hyunjin said teasingly as Cindy lightly slapped him on the arm. But then she realised a big problem.

“Hyunjin, this will be so bad for our groups-” she tried to explain but was cut off by a voice at the door.

“Don’t worry about us,” Chan said as he walked forward with Cindy’s groups leader, “what matters is that the two of you are okay. Thankfully, none of us have to deal with a depressed Hyunjin anymore!” Hyunjin scowled at Chan playfully as they all laughed.

“Cindy wasn’t any better,” her leader said, smiling fondly at the couple in front of her, “but I’m glad you two are back together now. And don’t worry about the antis, haters are gonna hate, we already knew we would get backlash for these kind of things when we first became trainees.”

“Exactly,” Chan agreed, “as long as you two are happy, no one has any right to say anything to you. Besides, you have all of us with you. And our true fans will accept your happiness.”

“But, um, I think we should get your guys’ makeup done again, you both look like a mess,” her leader said and Hyunjin grabbed onto Cindy as the girl was about to playfully throw herself at her leader for her comment. Chan and Cindy’s leader gave the couple equally motivating smiles and told them to come straight back to the seating area after their makeup was done. Hyunjin’s stylist came into the room along with Cindy’s and they busily started reapplying the makeup onto the two idols, not fussed about them ruining it as they too were happy the couple were back together again. Throughout their makeup reapplication, Cindy and Hyunjin held each other’s hands, sitting in a comfortable silence while the two stylists chatted to each other.

As they got closer to the seating area, Cindy suddenly remembered what had caused her to go running off.

“Hyunjin, we were being filmed,” she whispered to him as they stood outside the entrance. He turned to look at her and for a second he looked panicked before he showed her his signature smirk.

“Good, now we can give them something more to film,” he said as he held her hand. Her eyes widened but after looking at Hyunjin’s reassuring smile, she felt most of her nerves slip away. The two walked in and Cindy was glad to see that Oneus were just about to perform; she didn’t want to miss their stage. As they made their way to their seats, the other idols stood up to bow respectfully as they were all colleagues, and the looks on their faces when they saw the couples entwined hands was the most comical thing Cindy had ever seen. Many of them whispered words of encouragement whilst others gave them envious but approving looks. Hyunjin walked Cindy to her seat and to everyone’s surprise as well as delight, he gave her a small but sweet kiss on the cheek as he squeezed her hand tightly before making his way towards his members, all who were looking at him in astonishment as well as pride.

Cindy sat down next to her leader, who was trying not to laugh.

“When I told you not to care about other’s reactions, I didn’t mean this, but I’m not complaining,” she laughed and the rest of the members grinned at Cindy happily. Then, Oneus’ performance started and they were all too preoccupied with singing and dancing along to think of anything else.

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“And the Album of the Year Award goes to… Stray Kids, congratulations!” The stadium erupted into loud cheers and screams as the Stray Kids members looked around in shock, not being able to believe that the MC had just called their name. Bangchan recovered first and quickly ushered the boys to the main stage, whilst bowing and thanking the other idols who congratulated them. Hyunjin looked dazed as he walked past, but as he passed Cindy he gave her a playful wink as she enthusiastically gave him two thumbs up. The members reached the stage and gratefully accepted the award before going on to making their speech.

“Hello, we are Stray Kids!” Bangchan started thanking everyone for helping them and expressed how grateful they all were for the award, and the members smiled as they heard their fans cheering for them. After he finished, he looked around at the others, asking if anyone else wanted to say anything. To their surprise, Hyunjin stepped forward, even though he never gave acceptance speeches. Bangchan stepped to the side as Hyunjin came in front of the mic, and the audience started cheering once again as they saw him.

“Stay, thank you so much for giving us this award, I have no words to be able to thank you enough for this,” he began as he looked around the audience. Finally, his eyes went to the idols seating section, where he sought out a particular face. After finding it, he smiled as he saw the happiness and pride on Cindy’s face and quickly continued. “I also want to thank a special person who has made this past year one of the best years of my life. We’ve come across a few hardships, and I’m so glad we were able to overcome them. I love you.” Cindy was beyond relieved when she heard the audience scream for the umpteenth time that night, and that made her so happy.

The Stray Kids members made their way back to the seating place and by chance there were seats right next to Cindy’s group so they sat down there. The group reshuffled so that Cindy and Hyunjin ended up sitting next to each other. Hyunjin bashfully put an arm around her shoulders and Cindy laughed at his playfulness before she spotted the same fan-camera filing them. She turned towards Hyunjin and he followed her gaze, before leaning to whisper something in her ear.

“Just wave and then they’ll get confused,” he said, trying not to laugh, and so they did just that. After a few seconds of them smiling and waving at the camera, the fan hesitantly put it down and turned her attention towards the stage instead. Hyunjin and Cindy grinned at each other before also focusing on the stage. And when Cindy’s group won an award for, Hyunjin made sure to clap for them the most, to many of the idol’s amusement.

After the award show ended, the two groups, along with Oneus, decided to go out for a celebratory meal in happiness of all of them winning an award that night. Cindy leaned her head on Hyunjin’s shoulder as they watched their friends talk excitedly with each other, and for the first time in their relationship, they felt truly and blissfully at peace. They finally didn’t have to worry about Dispatch or any other reporters, anti-fans etc. They could finally be with each other the way they wanted. Of course, there was bound to be backlash, but as the saying goes, love conquers all.

A.N// Thank you for taking the time out for reading this. I also wanted to say a big big big thank you to everyone who read my Lee Know Final Escape au, it felt amazing when I saw how many notes it had, I genuinely expected that it wouldn’t be liked too much but THANK YOU SOOOOO MUCH!! I am writing more au’s and I’ve thought of writing some series too (I’m in the middle of writing a Minho au Mafia/ Gang etc series so if anyone has any ideas for that plsss let me know :) ) so I will try harder to improve in the future. Thank you once again!!!

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hobidreams · 5 years ago

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The Next Step | KNJ

meeting the family is never an easy task. not even for the leader of the biggest boyband in the world, your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon.

pairing: namjoon x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: 1k contains: idolverse, established relationship, Joonie being head over heels a/n: this drabble is commissioned by a generous anonymous donor to the Black Lives Matter movement!

The screams of the fans are still ringing in his ears when Namjoon steps into the bustle that is backstage, a whole sweaty mess. Staff members are immediately running up to him, offering him towels and ice packs and taking the microphone pack clipped onto his clothes. He smiles at the equally exhausted members beside him as he strips off his jacket, his heart pounding with the adrenaline of just finishing another successful concert.

But even after he’s changed, even after he’s taken his contacts out and used up a handful of makeup wipes so he feels more like himself again, his heart is still beating at an elevated pace. Possibly even faster than before. Why? Well, that makes itself apparent as soon as he opens the door to the green room and sees you.

Then Namjoon’s heart basically stops altogether.

“Hey!”

You were sitting on one of the couches but leap up when he enters. You’re beaming at him and he thinks he could just stare with huge heart-eyes at you forever. It’s not because of what you’re wearing or your hairdo, though he’s an enormous fan of your style. It’s more the way you smile with your entire face, eyes crinkling just a bit with fondness, and even though he’s only been seeing you for little more than half a year, you’re beginning to feel like home.

He almost sweeps you up into a bear hug and a few not-so-innocent kisses when he is reminded of why he’d been so nervous in the first place as he catches the gaze of a woman sitting behind you. He can see traces of you in her face, that same sharpness in your eye when you’re sizing a situation up. In this case, the situation is him. Oh god, he hopes she likes him.

Thankfully, you decide to help him out. “Joon, this is my mom, and this is my brother!”

He reminds himself to keep good posture and to try not to trip over (or break) anything as he approaches them. “Hi,” he says, “I’m Kim Namjoon.” Then immediately wonders if he should have gone with something a little more interesting. Or would your relatives not like that at all? Silence is filling the room from their blank stares and with every wordless second that passes, Namjoon gets more and more jittery.

Can they sense his nerves? Did he talk a bit too quickly? Or too slowly? Is he overthinking? (Yes.)

Then suddenly, your brother bursts out laughing.

Namjoon whips his head to you in utter confusion and more than a little bit of panic, only to find you smiling along. “Stop teasing him, guys!”

“Sorry, sorry,” your brother says between chuckles, “it was too good to resist.”

Even your mom is hiding a smile behind a hand that she soon extends to Namjoon for a handshake. He takes it, though still feeling rather rattled. “It’s so nice to meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you!”

“And found a ton on google,” your brother, forever the troublemaker, chimes in.

Namjoon laughs awkwardly. “Most of it is not true.”

“So, you haven’t actually lost thirty-three pairs of airpods?”

Namjoon thinks for a sec. “Nope... It’s actually thirty-five now.” He flushes with pride when your family laughs.

You pull him down into a seat, and he’s grateful because it helps to ground him. Go figure – he regularly performs for tens of thousands of people, interviews in front of millions of live viewers, but this is probably what’s given him the most anxiety in ages. “So, uh, did you enjoy the concert?” He’d set them up with nice, front row tickets, and told the boys to be on their best behavior around that section about a hundred times before the show.

“We did!” your mom says. “It’s not really the type of music I listen to, but I like it. Especially the voice of that one... the handsome one?” She looks to you for clarification.

“They’re all handsome, mom,” you reply, chuckling. “But I think you mean Jin. With the shoulders.”

“Yes! His voice is just lovely.” She smiles. “Yours too. I really enjoyed your rapping.”

Namjoon flushes a bit. “Thank you. I’ll be sure to tell him that.”

“Oh, and the dancing!”

Uh oh.

It’s then that Namjoon remembers all the hip thrusting he’d done. Maybe there had been a few body rolls here and there too. See, sometimes when he gets on stage, he just lets the vibe take over and sometimes he’s in tight leather pants and then it’s just all a blur from there. Had it been too much?

Your mom smiles as if she knows exactly what he’s thinking, but instead she says, “I liked the ‘oh my my my’ section best.”

Jeez. Namjoon breathes a short sigh of relief, thinking that your teasing nature must be hereditary.

“But it’s... a busy life though, isn’t it?”

Ah.

He knows what she’s really asking.

“It is. We’re flying out again in two days.” Namjoon’s eyes soften when he turns them onto you, when he takes your hand in his and squeezes as if to let you know he’s always here. “It’s never ideal. I hate knowing that I can’t be with her whenever I want with my schedule as it is. And even when I am free, we have to hide from tabloids and sneak around. But, at least to me, I love her too much to just let her go. Sorry. It’s selfish, isn’t it?”

“No, Joon. You’re worth it.” You confirm, leaning into his touch.

“Well, alright then.” Your mom, evidently satisfied with what she sees, pushes to her feet with a warm smile. Namjoon feels like he’s passed a test harder than the university entrance exams and maybe he can breathe a bit easier now. “Anyone else hungry?”

Your brother is the second one up, practically salivating at the prospect of food. You all make your way to the door, but your mom pauses before turning the handle. She looks at Namjoon with a glimmer in her eye.

“Wait, can I meet Jin first?”

“Mom!”

“What? Just thought I’d ask.”

#ficswithluv #btsghostie #bts fluff #namjoon x reader #bts imagines #bts scenarios #kim namjoon #rain writes #drabble #thank you again for the commission!!#this was so much fun #also i am the mom. js.#LOL

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bangtan-sonyeonddaeng · 5 years ago

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BTS Scenario: You wear a rock groups’ shirt to their concert and fans tease you

This was requested to my messages and the person wishes to remain anonymous so I don’t have a screen shot of the request ^^ But they wanted something where the reader gets tickets to a BTS concert last minute and doesn’t have time to change so they wear a rock group’s t-shirt to the concert and are teased by fans, but with a happy ending of course.

It was a lazy day for you. Nothing was planned, and you were lounging around the house in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from your favorite rock group. You were scrolling through social media, seeing BTS posting about how excited they were to perform tonight in your city. You wanted to go so badly but sadly tickets had sold out quicker than your internet could keep up with. You locked your phone and set it face down on the table, staring up at the ceiling and realizing within just a few short hours they would be performing in front of tens of thousands of army. You were wishing you could be one of them when a loud frantic knock rapped on your door. You got up and opened it, only to be dragged out of your home by your best friend.

“Y/n we gotta go now!”

“What? Why what are you talking about? Where are we going?”

“To see BTS!” You stop walking and freeze in your tracks, staring at your friend with a dumbfounded expression.

“I’m sorry what did you just say?”

“I got tickets last minute! So we’re going to see BTS now we only have a short about of time to get there, get parking and get checked in so let’s go!”

“At least let me put my shoes on first!” You run back inside and quickly lace up your shoes, not having any time to change out of what you were already wearing. You jump in the car and head over to the venue. The speed with which your friend gets you there is astounding.

You are standing in line waiting with the other army to get into the venue when you notice a group of girls staring at you. You make eye contact with one of them and don’t miss the sneer that forms on her face as she eyeballs you. You ignore her and go back to talking to your friend when suddenly you see her heading right for you. You roll your eyes already anticipating whatever she has to say isn’t going to be friendly if the looks she was giving you were any indication.

“Can I help you?” She stares at your shirt and you can already tell where this is going.

“Yeah. How about you name 5 BTS songs?”

“How about you mind your own business and I’ll mind mine.” You walk away from her and approach the security table to have your bag checked. One of the staff from the venue was watching this whole interaction. She saw the group of girls pointing and laughing at you, saying that you probably weren’t even a fan and just came to say you’ve been to a BTS concert and brag about it to others. You didn’t witness this part. But the staff that did were none too kind with the way they threw her bag on the table and sorted through every little thing she had, holding her up twice as long. You turned around and saw the frustrated look on her face, chuckling to yourself as you headed for your section.

Your friend turns to you and nudges your shoulder.

“Hey, don’t let them get to you okay? This is your day to be happy and celebrate.” You nod and smile, just feeling glad that you finally get to see your favorite group in person. You stand in line to wait for a bottle of water, and when you head to your section you feel your heart drop. She’s in front of you. Her whole friend group is. And when they see you coming the smirk on all their faces tells you they are going to make sure you don’t enjoy your night at all.

“Ya! Are you serious? Someone actually said that to one of our army? The audacity! Our fans should treat each other with kindness how dare those mean girls do that? Makes me so mad. If I see that fan in the crowd today I’m gonna make sure they know how much they mean to us. Are you not allowed to listen to other peoples’ music just because you’re a fan of ours? And another thing-”

“Jin calm down we’re about to go on stage!” Namjoon scolds him, putting his leader voice on and Jin grumbles.

“I’m just saying. You can’t be mean to your fellow army like that. I won’t stand for it.”

“But you know we can’t show special attention to any fans, hyung.” Jungkook mentions.

“Rules be damned. When have I ever been one to listen to our managers? This is Jin Hit entertainment as far as I’m concerned.” Sejin clears his throat and glances at Jin from he corner of the room.

“I mean um..okay I better be quiet now.” Sejin lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, but there is a fondness to it that lets Jin know he’s not seriously upset with him.

“You guys are on in 5! Get ready to go!” Everything falls into a smooth rhythm after this. The VCR’s begin playing, they all stand in a huddle and get ready to do what they love most.

The moment BTS comes out on stage you can’t see anything. Because that girl has decided that sitting on her friend’s shoulders to block your view was a mature thing to do. You are so fed up at this point that you don’t even bother to put up a fight. Your friend tries to maneuver you both in the crowd so you can get past them and see, but when you even get close you are shoved back. You sigh in frustration and in the brief moment you are looking at the stage you lock eyes with Jimin who notices the exasperated expression on your face. He shakes his finger at the girls and mouths “Don’t push!”. She doesn’t seem to care much as the only thing she is concerned with is the fact that Jimin noticed her. You roll your eyes and try to move away but are blocked again. Jimin walks up to one of the security guards who points at the girl and tells her to get down. This time she listens, although it just seems to make her even more mad at you and results in more pushing. It’s a concert. You understand that pushing is inevitable but this is just getting ridiculous at this point. It doesn’t sneak past Namjoon’s gaze and when he comes up to the mic after their ments he looks right at the girl in front of you and says

“And please. For your safety. Do not push each other. Be kind to your neighbor they are a part of this family too.” He says it with a finality that seems to finally get through to her thick skull because she stops pushing you after that. Although she does keep holding her phone up and army bomb up to partially block your view of the stage. At least you get to see the members now every once in a while.

The rest of the night passes by in a haze of happiness and joy. Part of you still can’t believe that you’re here tonight watching your favorite group perform. And before you know it the night is coming to a close and they’re on their last song. It’s during Jin’s ending speech that he finally decides he’s going to speak up.

“Everyone. Thank you so much for being here tonight! You know we love and adore our army so much but please remember to be kind to each other. Our fans are allowed to enjoy listening to other groups, if someone behind you is shorter than you, don’t purposefully try to block their view of the stage. And especially do not push each other. You could hurt someone.” You see her shoulders sag and you can’t help but finally feel a sense of victory over her. And with that the smile is plastered right back on Jin’s face as he goes into asking if everyone had a good time, and that he can’t wait to come back and see all the fans again.

You enjoy the last song to the fullest, having a blast and dancing and singing your heart out. After the concert is over you take your time before you begin to file out of the venue, wanting to relive all the memories again while you wait for the crowd to clear out. You are about to leave when you are suddenly stopped by a security guard.

“Excuse me.”

“Um.. yes?”

“Some of the staff asked me to give this to you.” You are handed an envelope and are about to open it when he stops you. “I was told to tell you don’t open it until you get back to your car.” You’re shocked at this, wondering what on earth it could be. You and your friend practically sprint back to the car. You throw the door open and nearly tear the letter in half trying to open it. When you see what’s inside you scream.

“What?! What is it y/n?”

“It’s tickets to their show tomorrow. Front row seats. Oh my god. What the hell?!”

“There’s a letter in there! Read it!” You unfold the note and see it was written by a staff member.

Hello! I hope this isn’t too weird but, I was standing in line at the security check in when I saw how those girls were treating you. I told the guys about it because I needed to vent and they were very upset by it. They also saw everything that happened during the concert and were sad thinking you might not have gotten the full concert experience so they asked me to give you these tickets to the show tomorrow. Jin was very insistent I must say.

So we hope to see you there!

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you hand the letter to your friend to read.

“Oh my god! Y/n!”

“Today and tomorrow I have a feeling are going to be the best days of my life.”

#bts reaction #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts #kim namjoon #rm #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jeongguk

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baby-army-ff · 5 years ago

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meet cute -- Emma & J-Hope

When Emma wished she fit in, she didn't mean with the thousands of screaming girls around her. Many of had what she found was the band logo somewhere on them. And the yellow dress she wore really didn't seem to fit the color scheme they had going on.

As the girls pushed they way through to their seats, she was sure the bright dress wouldn't let her get lost. Wishful thinking. Standing at the top of the stadium, she looked down over the hundreds of aisles trying to find her group. Of course she couldn't find her ticket on her. If she could just remember what row the attendant said... Was it Row T? P? She couldn't remember..

Big crowds had never been a favorite of hers either. It was tolerable when she was with someone she knew. Lost in the sea of crazy girls, her head started spinning. The room started spinning, and it suddenly felt too small for the number of people crammed into it. Her mouth went dry as she gulped and walked up to an attendant, asking for the nearest bathroom.

She rested her against the side of the stall as she caught her breath. This was supposed to be a fun night out with the girls. Why did it seem like they already ditched her? That was just her mind being paranoid again.. She just got lost. That's all.

"So, how do you know her again?" A familiar voice rang through the bathroom.

Emma peeked between the cracks in the stall to see the four girls standing in front of the mirror.

"We work together at the pharmacy. She really is clueless, and I feel bad for how pathetic she is sometimes. Half the time I wonder if she knows what's going on around her. She's always so quiet."

"I've noticed that too! I'm like, 'Is anything even going through her mind?'" The girls laughed together.

They were talking about her. They had to be. She worked at the pharmacy with Rachel and Julia. Who else would they be talking about?

"Honestly, I wasn't even going to invite her. But Sofie told me I should. She's our boss, and I could definitely use the brownie points. Plus, it'll make Sydney super jealous to see we replaced her with Emma. Maybe she'll think next time before bailing on us."

Emma put her hand over her mouth, silencing her heavy breathing. She just needed to calm herself down. If she didn't, she'd cry. And that'd mess up her makeup, and that would just make her look more like a loser.

"Do you think Emma is okay? I can't believe we lost her." One of the girls she didn't know said.

"She'll find us eventually. If not, hopefully she can find a ride home. I'm not hunting around for her."

Once the girls got done fluffing their hair, they all filed out of the bathroom. Emma sat on the edge of the toilet, letting the tears flow. She wiped the tears from under her eyes before makeup started rolling down her face. She resisted smashing the light bulb wand thing on the side of the stall. Coming was stupid. The concert was stupid. Her wanting to fit in at all was stupid. Snatching a handful of toilet paper, she left the stall to see if any damage was done.

Stepping up to the mirror, sure enough, black mascara was already rolling down her face. Pathetic. At this point, she should just get a ride home. Maybe she should call her dad.. Although, he never wanted her to go out with the girls in the first place. Calling him would just be proving his instincts right.. The girls were jerks.

"God, mouthbreathers."

Emma glanced over to find a girl with fire-like hair and fishnets walking up to the sink next to hers. She looked otherworldly. At least, compared to the many girls that donned band clothing and bright colors. She didn't fit in with them. She looked like she caught a ride to the wrong concert. Metallica? Probably more of her style than K-pop.

"This is why I hate coming to these things, but I will survive." She popped her burgundy lips in the mirror before turning to Emma. "Wow, girl. You look bad. Let's fix you up."

"Oh, I'm fine." Emma wiped the toilet paper against her face. The last thing she needed was to be some stranger's charity case.

"You are not fine. And lucky for you, I have makeup wipes in my bag." She rustled through it. "Wait, were you with those girls?"

"I came with them, if that's what you mean.." Emma tucked a loose strand of blond behind her ear.

"I will refrain from asking why, although the curiosity is killing me." She wasted no time in dabbing the makeup wipe across Emma's cheek and under her eyes.

"I don't have many friends."

"I think no friends might be better than those girls." She stepped back to examine Emma's face. "Were you the girl they were talking about?"

"Emma." She nodded her head.

"I'm Monte." The girl slipped the makeup wipes back into her bag before slinging it over her shoulder. "On a scale of one to ten, how much do you want to get back at those girls?"

"Oh, I'm not really the vengeful type." They always taught against revenge in church.

Monte chuckled. "Lucky for you. I am. Follow me." She took Emma by the arm and walked her out of the restroom.

The blonde tips of Monte's red hair flew in the wind as she walked her around the side of the stadium. Monte had so much confidence. Emma would never, ever be able to pull of fishnets. Not that she would want to anyways. She'd probably never be allowed to sing in front of the church ever again.

It seemed like they had walked around the entire building before they came across a long, roped-off hallway.

"Wait here." Monte swiftly swung her legs over the rope as she made her way to what looked to be backstage.

Who was this girl that she could just walk backstage at a packed out concert?

"Rose!" Emma heard a squeal from down the hallway and watched as Monte enveloped a short, blond in her arms.

"Your hair is on fire! I love it!"

"I needed a change. I got tired of the purple hair. Yoongi will probably be so surprised. Life's been so crazy, I gotta tell you—"

As the two headed further away, their voices faded into the hustle and bustle of the behind the scenes. Emma hadn't realized how awkward she probably looked in the middle of everything. Two bodyguards stood at the ropes. Hopefully they didn't think she was trying to sneak backstage. Surely they saw Monte telling her to wait here.

She crossed her arms over her chest. No matter where she stood waiting, every spot seemed to be in the way of someone pushing past her. Everyone walked like they were on a mission. Glancing at her watch, the concert was supposed to be starting in half an hour, so they were getting down to crunch time.

"Excuse me." An Asian girl, running with makeup brushes in her hand, pushed past Emma almost knocking her over.

The seconds turned into minutes. Maybe Monte had forgotten about her. Maybe she should turn around and act like none of this happened.

She came to a decision. Turning to go back to the seating area, she flung herself right into the path of another person rushing towards the backstage.

"Whoa!" The guy stopped her, grabbing her shoulders. "Sorry, sorry." He apologetically smiled down at her.

He was Asian like a majority of the people backstage. His smile was bright, and she was pretty sure he was wearing eyeliner. A choker too. It never crossed her mind that guys could wear chokers. This guy pulled it off pretty well, though.

"It's okay. It's okay." She spoke more to herself, pushing her hair behind her ear again.

"You look like sun flower. Pretty sun flower!" He shouted as he kept on his way to wherever he was going. He waved at her over his shoulder from down the hall.

She smiled, turning her head away. She appreciated him trying, but there was no way she looked like a pretty anything. And she sure didn't feel like a sunflower. More like a wallflower. Or a sunflower in a rose bed.

Before she headed towards the seating area again, Monte's voice shouted from down the hall. "Okay, friend, sorry to keep you waiting!" She held several lanyards in her hand. The blond girl followed closely behind her.

"Rose, this is my friend Emma. Emma, this is Rose." Monte undid the rope and placed one of the lanyards around Emma's neck, locking the rope back in place once Emma walked through.

"Nice to meet you, Emma. I'm Namjoon's girlfriend." Rose gave her a friendly sidehug.

"Oh, I don't know who that is." Emma shook her head.

"So, you're not familiar with BTS?" Monte raised an eyebrow at Emma.

"No, I just came because I was invited.."

"Wait," Rose interrupted the two. "How do you guys know each other?"

"Rose, what happens in the bathroom, stays in the bathroom." Monte rolled her eyes. "It was just girl drama. And since then, it is now officially our ten minute anniversary!"

"You met ten minutes ago?" Rose was shooting daggers in Monte's direction.

"I mean, I'm sure we were best friends in a past life. Like when we were both birds or caterpillars or something."

"Monte, are you sure you should just be handing out backstage passes?"

"Wow. You are spending way too much time around Namjoon. Chill, Rose. It's fine. I can read people, and, this girl, she probably wouldn't know how to blackmail someone even if she tried."

She wasn't wrong. Without any more words, Monte led the way through the backstage area.

"So, let's go over our options for avenging justice."

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cruecifymesixx · 6 years ago

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Love and Leather /part eight/

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: thank you still for the continuous support and kind words! Also this chapter is super shitty and boring in my eyes, but there’s gonna be like idk 3 chapters that go along with this one soooo there’s that too.

Warnings: None

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“This is what it sounds like, When doves cry, when doves cry, when doves cry, don’t cry.” I was singing along to the radio in the car. It was 5:30 and I was on my way back home from the office,

‘And that was Prince with ‘when doves cry’

I took a sip of my water,

‘And stay tuned, Motley Crue will be here tonight in Dallas’

I spit out my water and it got all over my front window, “Ah damnit.” I reached back to grab whatever article of clothing I had to wipe it up with, “Fuck!” I yelled as almost swerving into the lane beside me, “Sorry!” I yelled as the car honked their horn,

‘If you’re lucky caller number six, you’ll receive free tickets to the show tonight! So hurry up and call now.’

I changed the radio station but then ‘Looks That Kill’ was playing, “Oh for the love of god!!” I yelled then smacked the button so the radio turned off.

I sighed while lighting a cigarette and rolling down my window.

I haven’t heard anything from him, he’s the only one that doesn’t call me. Vince calls me, hell even Mick calls me. Tommy is always calling and sending me postcards from when they traveled but Nikki...Nikki doesn’t even bother even though I always hear him in the background when they call.

I try not to let it bother me but at the end of the day it still fucking hurts, and our last conversation is all I think about when I’m trying to sleep. It hurts because he was becoming my best friend, and now I don’t have that.

I got off the freeway and then started heading down our street. I punched in the code to our gate and parked in the drive way.

“Vanity!!!” My brother came out running towards me as I got out of the car, “You’re not gonna fucking believe this!! Common!!” He yelled, and I wasn’t even situated before he grabbed my wrist and started pulling me along,

“Greyson why are you acting like a mad man?!” I asked mildly concerned.

“Look! Look!” He said while holding up two tickets in my hand, I tried concentrating on what the fine print was,

Motley fucking Crue. 9pm. Texas stadium. Row 25b. Seats 24 and 25.

“Oh no...” I said and my brothers smile disappeared, “We’re going! Me and you! Tonight!” He wouldn’t stop yelling, he was ecstatic, “I’m not going.” I told him, “What! Van! Why?!” He sounded defeated,

“What’s going on?” Mom said while walking into the living room, “Ma! Look at what I won!” Greyson showed mom,

“You are not going to that concert, young man.” Mom snapped, “Mom! Common! I’m nineteen! I want to go!” Greyson argued with her,

“I agree with mom.” I told them both, “Van...” my brother pleaded me with his eyes, “Grey...it’s an atmosphere you aren’t ready to be apart of or see.” I tried explaining to him, “But you did it.” He snapped at me and I sighed,

“Mom, please I want to go! They’re my favorite band.” Greyson begged some more, “No Greyson, that’s final. Now give them to me.” Mom said while putting out her hand, and in defeat he reluctantly gave it to her then shoulder checked me while he walked past, “Grey..” I said but he was already walking up the stairs, “He’ll get over it.” Mom said while walking into her study and i followed her.

I watched her put them in a locked drawer on her desk and she sat down in a leather chair behind her desk, “How was work Honey?” Mom asked and I sat down in front,

“Uh stocks are up fifteen percent, two of the rigs are back in operation...and were making money.” I explained and she nodded, “Good honey I’m so proud of you.” I put on a fake smile,

“I know it was hard of you to leave, but you did the right thing....I have Loretta preparing dinner for us.” She said and I nodded, “I’m gonna get cleaned up.” I told her but she was already nose deep in papers.

I walked up the stairs and peeked into Sages room, but she wasn’t in there. She Must be at a friends house.

I then knocked on Greyson’s door then slowly walked in.

“Why couldn’t you just back me up?” He stood up from his chair and crossed his arms, “I don’t know.” I said quietly, “Common Vanity! Please convince her to let me go...you don’t even have to go, I can go by myself.” He begged me and I chuckled, “You are not going to their concert by yourself.” I told him, “Then come with me! All my friends are at the golf clubs this weekend.” He said and I looked away from him,l and shook my head,

“I know you said you and Nikki Sixx got into a fight...but I hear you jamming to the music still.” He responded, and I rolled my eyes because he wasn’t wrong about that one.

“Common Vanity...just one more time at a Motley Crue concert.” He tried convincing me, “we can have fun, you can buy me alcohol....” he said and we both laughed,

“Mom wouldn’t allow it.” I again looked at the negative side of it, “Then we don’t tell her.” He said and I was surprised because he was never the one to lie,

“We uh...we uh...we tell her we’re going to a movie at the same time of the concert....and then we just go to the concert.” He said and I ran my fingers through my dark brown waves,

“But I saw her lock the tickets in a drawer at her desk.” I trailed off, “She keeps the key in the pencil jar.” He responded quickly, “How are you sure?” I asked while chewing on my nail, “Moms so damn predictable....we just got to distract her...the concert starts at nine which means it really starts at nine thirty...so we have time to get ready and take the tickets, and prepare.” He explained and I smiled, it’s like he has already thought this out.

“I’m gonna go shower and pick something out.” I told him and he nodded,

I hopped in the shower and collected my thoughts. I couldn’t believe my younger brother was convincing me to basically go behind my mothers wishes, corrupt my brother with his first concert, probably contribute to underage drinking, and on top of all that have to see Nikki without him even knowing I’m there.

Unless the seats are close to the stage then I’m screwed. I really hope the seats aren’t close to the stage.

I got out of the shower and walked into my room with the towel around me, but there was a knock on my door, “Yeah!” I yelled and my mom opened it up,

“Honey, thank you for taking your brother to a movie to night...I know he’s upset about not being able to go to the concert, but I just don’t want him to be exposed to it. It’s garbage.” She said and I got upset, “Dinner is ready also.” She said and I nodded and she walked out my room,

I got dressed, but looked into my closet for something to wear to the concert. I pondered on the thought then I chose to go with a short dark red skin tight strapless leather dress and decided to pair it with black knee high platform boots,

I walked downstairs to the dining table where mom and Greyson were already eating, “Van...I was thinking maybe we also go catch a milkshake and maybe go to the arcade.” Greyson said as I tried stuffing my face with pasta, “Uh...yeah, yes that sounds fun.” Mom laughed, “I’m so happy you guys are hanging out, isn’t it lovely when your sister is home.” She said while taking a sip of wine,

“What time is the movie?” Mom asked, “Nine.” Greyson replied, and I continued eating.

About two hours later of doing my hair in curls and giving myself a smoky eye it was about fifteen minutes to eight. I shoved the dress and black platform boots into a bag and tossed it out of my window which landed on the grass.

I felt like I was sixteen again and I’d have to sneak out my window after my parents went to bed so I could go to a party with my friends or my boyfriend I had at the time.

I walked downstairs and saw that Greyson and mom were talking, “Be safe! I’ll see you later.” Mom said and gave us both a kiss and we left.

“Hold on!” I yelled while running to the side and grabbed my bag and through it in the car, “What’s that?” Greyson asked me, “Um, my outfit?” I told him kinda confused, but then he looked as if he didn’t understand. I started the car and we started driving to the arena.

“Outfit for what? Why aren’t you wearing what you have on?” He asked me and I rolled my eyes. I was wearing leggings and a torn up Sex Pistols shirt, “Oh I see...” Greyson said, almost as he finally got the joke. “What are you mumbling about?” I asked him,

“It’s something slutty, huh?” He said and I laughed, “I mean, you can say that.” I told my brother while laughing, and about forty five minutes later we arrived at the arena.

#actual garbage #nikki sixx #nikki sixx fan fic #nikki sixx imagine #the dirt #the dirt movie #motley crue #1980s #writing #the dirt fan fic #fanfic #my idea

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the--blackdahlia · 6 years ago

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Cowgirls Don’t Cry (Nikki x Reader)

Title: Cowgirls Don’t Cry

Summary: Doc sent the boys to a rodeo

WArnings: Fluff

AN: I know NOTHING about rodeos, so I don’t know how anything is. Requested by @teller258316. I hope that this garbage is okay

It was the night after their concert in the Dallas area. The boys had some downtime and instead of rushing off to the midwest, where it was currently snowing, they decided to stay in Texas and see the sights. Vince and Tommy had never been to Texas before, Mick had been once a long time ago, and Nikki had been almost everywhere when he was being ping ponged back and forth between his mother and his grandparents.

“I expected more cowboys,” Tommy pouted as they made their way to an event Doc had gotten them tickets for, in hopes of keeping them out of trouble. “Like six shooters, hats, and belt buckles.”

“You watch too many movies drummer.” Mick shook his head.

“What are we going to see anyway?” Vince asked. “There was a perfectly good strip club down the street. Could’ve found myself a Debbie.” He winked.

“Maybe we can sneak out of here later and…” Nikki froze as they came into the arena for their event. They hadn’t even bothered to look at the tickets to see what the event was.

“Kid, I think we found your cowboys,” Mick said, leaning towards Tommy. The stands had tons of people in cowboy hats, and the arena was set up like nothing they had seen before. People were giving them strange looks, with their big hair, their leather jackets and pants, and Tommy still had eyeliner on.

“I think we’re in the wrong place,” Nikki grumbled.

“Doc said it would keep us out of trouble…” Vince said.

“These dudes could kill us!” Tommy added. Mick shook his head and made his way towards their seats. Close to the front row where they could see all the action. No one seemed to know who they were as they took their seats. No one came up to ask for autographs, or ask about concerts, or hit on them.

“I thought everyone knew who we were,” Vince said, looking around. “But not a single girl has come up to me!”

“You guys gotta remember there are other genres of music out there,” Mick pointed out. “And everyone who was at our concert last night probably is still in bed or something.” That’s when Nikki’s eyes caught a girl walking into the rodeo area.

“Nikki?” Tommy waved his hand in front of his face. “What are you staring...oh hello there.” Tommy said, following Nikki’s gaze. “She’s hot.”

“Bet she has no idea who we are though.” Mick told him. That’s when she looked over in their direction and her eyes widened. She made her way over towards them, leaning on the metal barrior between the stands and the arena.

“I...you’re Motley Crue,” She gasped. “I didn’t see you guys as rodeo guys.”

“Are you kidding? We love the rodeo.” Vince smirked and took her hand, kissing it. “I’m Vince.”

“(Y/n).” She laughed. Tommy pushed Vince out of the way and leaned on the barrier, smiling at (Y/n).

“Hey. Tommy. Drummer extraordinaire.” Tommy said, smiling at (Y/n). Nikki shook his head and stood by Tommy. (Y/n) looked over at him and found it hard to talk suddenly.

“Hey.” Was all Nikki had to say. (Y/n) just kept staring at him.

“I think you broke her,” Mick pointed out. (Y/n) blinked.

“Oh, uh, hi.” She smiled. “I, uh, I gotta go do things over there…” She stumbled as she walked away. Vince looked over at Nikki.

“How the hell do you always do that?” Vince asked.

“Do what?” Nikki asked.

“Make girls do that,” Vince said. “Because I’m cute and charming damn it, and the girls always want to go after you!”

“Girls think he’s cute,” Mick shrugged. “Get over it singer.” Vince sat there and pouted as the event started. There was roping, bull riding, and barrel racing, plus more. The boys were glued to it all, watching everything. They had never seen anything like it before.

“Guys, look!” Tommy said, pointing towards (Y/n), who was getting ready for her event. She was on a horse next to another girl and they took off, racing around the barrels to see who could get done first. The other girl decided to not play fair and elbowed (Y/n) hard, knocking her off her horse.

“Hey!” Nikki called out, standing up. The other guys did to as the horse was led back to its stall and (Y/n) was helped up and went to be examined. Nikki made his way over to her, noticing the frown on her face and the tears in her eyes.

“Nikki?” (Y/n) asked, watching him. “What are you doing here?”

“That was a dick move that happened to you,” Nikki told her. “And of course I’m going to check on the one person in the whole arena who knows who I am.” (Y/n) nodded and wiped at her eyes. “Hey, I believe in you (Y/n).”

“But I lost,” She sighed. “I can’t go to the final round.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re amazing,” Nikki told her. “And it takes a lot of balls to go out there and do that. There’s no way in hell that I could ever do that.”

“But, you’re Nikki Sixx,” (Y/n) said. “You can do anything.”

“I couldn’t do that,” He smiled at her. “I think I’ll leave it to you.”

“Thanks Nikki,” (Y/n) said softly.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” Nikki asked. “Might take away the sting a little?”

“I probably smell like crap though.” (Y/n) laughed.

“You should smell me after a concert. I totally smell like lilacs and fairy dust and not sweat and Jack.” He laughed. (Y/n) smiled and met him halfway, letting him deepen the kiss. That’s when the sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard.

“Sorry to interrupt,” One of the officials said. “Ms. (L/N), we rewatched the video and decided to award you the victory. You’ll be in the final round.” (Y/n) looked at Nikki with wide eyes.

“You go out there and kick some ass, and I’ll take you to dinner afterwards, win or lose.” Nikki told her. She hugged him before running off to get ready. Nikki made his way back to his seat.

“Where did you go?” Tommy asked.

“Had to cheer someone up,” Nikki shrugged. “Let’s just watch the rest of the event, okay?”

There were a few things before the barrel racing finals. When (Y/n)’s name was announced, Nikki was all smiles.

“I was just given a message from (Y/n),” The announcer said. “It’s say ‘this one is for you Sixx’.” Nikki laughed as he watched her get ready. He was not known for blushing, but damn she got his cheeks red. He was on the edge of his seat as he watched her take the corners and pushing her horse to go as fast as she could.

All the way to her victory.

“Yeah!” Nikki called out, jumping up. “Go (Y/n)!” He started to leave then.

“Where are you going?” Mick asked.

“I’ve got a dinner date,” Nikki told them. “I’ll see you guys later.” He left then to go meet up with (Y/n). He knew that in a couple days, he’d leave and she would eventually forget about him, but for the night, they were going to have each other.

And honestly, Nikki hadn’t smiled or laughed that much in a long time.

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100. Sonic Super Special #5 - Sonic Kids

Welcome to the hundredth issue, guys! Obviously not the hundredth issue of the main comic itself, we've still got a long ways to go before we reach that, but it's the hundredth issue that I'm covering in this review, anyhow. Fittingly, it's a bit of a flashback to, well, when the Freedom Fighters were kids. Which is awesome, because it allows me to finally go into several points that I've been just dying to bring up! Let's dive in, shall we?

When You and I Were Young, Sally

Writer: Mike Gallagher Pencils: Manny Galan Colors: Barry Grossman

So no time frame is given for what age everyone was when this story took place, but I'm going to guess it was no more than five or six years ago, given that any younger would make Tails basically a toddler in this story, which he doesn't seem like he is. Sally and her friends (minus Bunnie, because remember, she wasn't a part of the team yet) are playing inside when Rosie comes in to scold them and order them to play outside instead. Before Sally can follow her friends out, she's held back by Julayla (if you'll remember, her old mentor who died in StH#18) for a lesson. She's clearly not pleased with this.

This already gives some insight into how strict Sally's upbringing and royal grooming were, even with her father gone. Luckily, Julayla is actually rather reasonable, and recognizes the others' worth as both friends and a source of growth for Sally. While Sonic shows off by playing an entire game of basketball by himself, Tails - or Miles, as everyone calls him, because he hasn't earned his nickname yet - becomes dejected, thinking he'll never be as cool as his hero Sonic. Sally tries to cheer him up by pointing out that everyone has their own strengths, and Sonic jumps in to point out Miles' prominent birth defect, turning it into a positive instead.

And so Miles attains his flight ability! However, he doesn't quite know yet how to stop flying, and so he goes careening away into the forest. Rotor - or Boomer, as he's still known back then - is able to track where he might have landed, and even begins to describe a new idea he had for a handheld computer before Sally shushes him, serving as yet another reference to future events given that far-future-Rotor was the one who invented Nicole and sent her back in time, if you'll recall. The group hears Miles' voice coming from a tree stump, and gather around to try to decipher what he's saying.

Perfect! They all land in an underground cavern where Miles is dizzy from his landing but unharmed, and, looking around, are amazed at how cool the place is, with an underground aquifer and such an interesting secret entrance through the hollow tree stump… hey, sounding familiar? Sally declares that this should be their new secret headquarters for a group she's forming right now… the Freedom Fighters!

Well that's quite a verbose speech for a ten year old, Sally, but it inspires everyone to go along - minus Sonic, who seems mildly unenthused for some reason. I suppose it wasn't "cool" enough for him at first? Anyway, Sally then tasks them with finding a way out of the cavern, and Miles uses his new ability to fly out and lower a vine for them to climb out. And thus, the Freedom Fighters were born! It's a bit awkward to think back, however, on how resistant everyone was to adding Tails to the group in earlier issues, citing that he was too young. It paints kind of a ridiculous and petty picture of them initially forming the group with Miles, only to then reject him for being too much of a baby child, and only finally accepting him back in once he was the same age they were when they first formed the group. I mean, come on guys, that's such a dick move!

Stop… Sonic Time!

Writer: Tom Rolston and Karl Bollers Pencils: Art Mawhinney Colors: Ken Penders

The very first page of this story is my in - I finally get to explain my biggest theory!

Yes, that is a modern-day Sonic, being pestered by a bunch of little kids in Knothole to tell stories of his adventures. The first time I read the comics, this was the issue that made the silly tone of all the previous early issues make sense. After all, of course Sonic would love to brag of his and his friends' adventures to all the wide-eyed children of the village, hanging on his every word - but he couldn't make things out to be as dire as they actually were, lest he scare them. Add his naturally carefree and somewhat goofy nature to the mix, and you have your answer - most of the early issues, particularly the ones by Michael and Angelo, were all just stories Sonic was telling to the kids. To some degree, certainly most of the events depicted happened in some capacity, but they were much more serious, much more dire, with much higher stakes than we were led to believe. That time Sonic took a front row seat to Orbinaut's introduction and got put through a pinball machine for his troubles? More likely that he snuck into a Robotnik laboratory to find out his latest nefarious plans only to be spotted and captured, barely escaping an elaborate death trap with his life. That magic frog that gave him jewels which gave him powers? Probably an embellishment to an otherwise routine story of taking down Robotnik's latest invention. The time the Freedom Fighters formed a band and defeated Robotnik with the power of music? Perhaps an incursion into Robotropolis gone wrong when they were cornered in an old concert hall. My point is, given how serious the comic gets later on, those early issues, with their goofy slapstick tone, don't really make sense except through an interpretation like this - that they're merely dressed-up stories told by Sonic to the Knothole children throughout the war, to satisfy their curiosity, keep their spirits up, and give him a chance to brag even in the wake of a dire and terrifying battle that they barely escaped alive. This is how I choose to view all the older issues, through this lens of storytelling - it just seems to make sense. Incidentally, this is why I recommend people getting into the comics read every issue even if they're not into slapstick comedy, as they become painted in a much different light once you realize what they could mean in context.

Anyway, back to actually analyzing the story. When one of the kids asks Sonic how he got his shoes, he explains that they were custom-made for him by Uncle Chuck to withstand the friction created by his speed. He then decides to explain the story of how he got Tails his own shoes, which are similar to his. It took place a "few years ago," likely one or two years after the previous story since everyone still acts like children. Miles had been taking lessons from Rosie and gotten straight A's, prompting everyone to throw him a little party to celebrate his good grades. Antoine gets him a ribbon that he claims he earned through his own heroism, and while Boomer corrects him, Miles worries that Sonic hasn't shown up. Sally comforts him, but she's not too confident in him either.

Turns out Sonic is in Robotropolis, meeting up with a strange robed figure who agreed to trade him a bag of rocks for the shoes. It seems like a strange trade, but as Sonic speeds away…

Hey, remember Merlin Prower from the Sonic Live special? Of course given his name and appearance we knew they had to be related, but now we have confirmation - he's Tails' uncle! Sonic likely didn't actually tell this part to the Knothole kids - rather the comic is just showing the final panel to reveal this interesting tidbit of information to us.

Meanwhile in another part of Robotropolis, Robotnik is being evil as usual, and has come up with a plan. He's sick and tired of the "king's daughter" heading the resistance against him, and thus has invented a time-freezing ray that will stop time for everyone in the forest, allowing his forces to waltz in and load them all on a transport to Robotropolis with ease. Sonic sees the beam fire over his head as he races back to Knothole, but decides not to worry about it until after he's delivered his gift to Tails. However, predictably, once he gets back, everyone is frozen, and outside Knothole itself, the swatbots are rounding up the frozen Mobians. Sonic realizes he has to stop this plan before they discover the Great Oak Slide into the village, and so he comes up with a plan to pretend to be frozen, letting him sneak into Robotropolis.

Soon, Sonic is standing on the pedestal in Robotnik's main room, ready to be roboticized. Robotnik mentions, interestingly, that he had promised to spare those who followed his laws and had indeed followed his own rule up until now, which is surprising given his normally ruthless nature - however, naturally, he's decided that's boring and wants to roboticize everyone, followed by sending his robot army out to conquer the entire galaxy. Damn, man! The planet wasn't enough for you? Sonic allows him to monologue just long enough to let him get embroiled in an evil cackle before jumping off the pedestal and mocking him, then pressing every button on every console to mess up his plans. This thankfully results in exactly what he wanted - everyone being unfrozen back home, while Snively and the bots looking for more prisoners are frozen in time instead. With one last flourish, he smashes up the time-freeze ray and speeds out of the city, back home, where everyone within the village still has no idea anything went wrong at all. He dodges Sally's scolding, goes to give Tails his present, remembers he left it hidden in the forest, and speeds back to find it with ease.

And that's how Tails got his similar-to-Sonic's shoes! Sonic concludes his story to the children only to notice that they all fell asleep listening to him at some point. Classic!

Total Re: Genesis

Writer: Karl Bollers Pencils: Nelson Rebeiro, Art Mawhinney, Sam Maxwell, and John Herbert Colors: Barry Grossman

Unlike the other two stories, this one doesn’t take place during the childhood of the Freedom Fighters, but rather just after StH#38. If you'll remember, I noted that the issue ended rather abruptly, not really explaining how everyone escaped or what happened afterward. I'm not sure if this story was intended to correct that or if they just randomly decided on that issue as a good place to add in an additional story, but here we are regardless. We open with Sonic, Sally, and Antoine looking pretty exhausted and beat up with a flaming pile of robotic wreckage behind them, and they answer a call from Uncle Chuck to explain what happened. Apparently one of the wrecked combots they fought came back online while they were cleaning up, and each of them take turns explaining their version of events, in which the speaker is the sole hero of the story. Sally explains how her two companions were knocked silly by a blast, and thus she acted as a distraction, breaking off a piece of a cliff to smash the already messed-up bot.

Antoine interrupts to explain that, in fact, it was Sally and Sonic who were unconscious, and the robot still had legs. What's more, it could cloak itself to become invisible, and so Antoine had an epic duel with it, using his superior hearing to fight and slash at it even without being able to see.

But that's not how it happened, interjects Sonic! Antoine was merely watching his heroics jealously from a distance while Sally begged him, ever the hero, to save them both. He stepped forward, easily dodging anything the combot threw at him while mocking its sound effects, and then paused to adjust his sneakers before charging at it to blow it up.

Uncle Chuck finally interrupts to tell them that he installed Nicole with an uplink to a spy satellite which recorded the whole thing, allowing him to watch playback of what really happened. As it turns out, everyone's stories are somewhat true, with Sonic using his spines to saw off the bot's legs, Antoine slicing up its internal circuitry, and then Sally crushing it with a boulder before it could fire off another shot. He congratulates them on their teamwork, and they bicker good-naturedly as they head back home.

Well, that's a hundred issues everyone! Hard to believe we've already come this far, but hang on tight, cause we still got over two hundred fifty issues to go. The story of the preboot is far from over, after all!

#nala reads archie sonic preboot #archie sonic #archie sonic preboot #sonic the hedgehog #sonic super special 5 #writer: michael gallagher #writer: tom rolston #writer: karl bollers #pencils: manny galan #pencils: art mawhinney #pencils: nelson ribeiro #pencils: sam maxwell #pencils: john herbert #colors: barry grossman #colors: ken penders

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spiderofthenight-blog · 6 years ago

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Can you please write a story where the reader is famous (a celebrity) and Peter is a huge fan of hers! And one day, she found her wandering around queens... the rest is up to you!

Before I get started @yandereaffections has a yandere!P.P x famous reader, so I’m sorry if this has any similarities, it was not my intention. Also I recommend you go check out their stuff, it’s all phenomenal

WARNING: there is some non-con stuff near the end so beware

So let’s say you’re an up and coming singer/songwriter and your career has been skyrocketing lately

You had the basic music artist backstory, found a passion for guitar and singing when you were small, started writing in middle school, started combining those two hobbies together soon after

For about four years you worked in your parents garage trying to get your career to lift off, and thankfully one day you did a gig at some big party and got noticed

By more than one person

While that night you did get noticed by some big hot shot company and sign up for a record label

You also got noticed by one Peter Benjamin Parker

And from the moment he heard your voice he fell in love

He didn’t get to speak to you that night but did manage to track you down on Instagram

And since then he followed your every move

He always knew where you were playing and what you were doing

Unfortunately for him all his attempts at ‘bumping into you’ in person were unsuccessful

He always seemed to miss you by a millisecond

And although it was frustrating, he kept his patience

You’d come to him when the time was right

So he stuck to commenting on every post you made on insta and tagging you in everything he put online

On one occasion you even replied to one of his comments on a post you made and he didn’t stop smiling for weeks

So let’s say it’s been about two years since he saw you perform at that party that kick-started your career and your finally going on a proper tour

Imagine Peter’s excitement when you announce the dates and you’re performing a concert not five blocks from where he lives!

So of course he bought front row tickets

When the night rolled around Peter was beside himself with nerves, he was going to see you up close and in the flesh

Possibly even talk to you if he got the chance

Peter shows up to the arena hours early, and once he’s seated he almost can’t contain his excitement

He’s overwhelmed with joy and love when you first step out on stage

Good god you’re even more beautiful in real life, the photos online are nothing compared to what he sees before him now

And of course he knew every single lyric, possibly better than you yourself

It feels like he blinked and the show was over and everyone was being asked to leave

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t cry at least once

As the herd of people is being ushered out the door he manages to sneak backstage and finds your dressing room unnoticed

You hear a knock on your dressing room door and yell to whoever is there that it’s open, that they can come in

You assumed it was probably your manager or someone similar so you got quite the fright when you saw someone you didn’t recognise walk through the door

If he was being honest with himself Peter didn’t actually think he’d get this far and any kind of speech he might’ve had prepared was lost on his tongue when he saw you, standing feet in front of him wearing a lot less clothing than he expected you to have on

He stared at you in awe as you grabbed a robe from the back of a chair and wrapped it around your perfect body

He can’t get over how gorgeous you are

‘Can I help you?’ you asked him when he didn’t say anything for a long while

‘oh , uh- hi, yeah I- I’m Peter, Peter Parker’ he managed to stutter out

‘How can I help you, Peter?’ you saying his name aloud seemed to snap him out of his nervous mindset and he suddenly found his confidence

And it showed, you could see him practically inflate, he puffed his chest out and squared his shoulders

He turned away for a brief moment and you heard the door lock before he turned back to you and smiling almost too kindly

And suddenly the buzz you had from ending a perfect performance turned into the adrenaline of how-do-I-get-out-of-this

‘Your music is phenomenal’ he spoke in a breathy voice, taking steps towards you

For each step he took towards you, you took one away from him

All the while you glanced around the room to find your phone to call for security, but his gaze found what you were looking for moments before you did and he snatched it from the tabletop before you even knew what he was doing

‘Please, sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re not allowed to be in here’ you spoke to him calmly, even though you were starting to panic

He looked at you confused, ‘but you invited me in? I knocked on the door and you told me to come in’

Of all the things he could’ve said, you certainly weren’t expecting that

During the short confrontation you hadn’t noticed Peter had managed to back you into a corner

He strolled the rest of the way to you and grabbed you around the back, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug

As you were struggling to get out of his grasp you heard him sniff your hair deeply and felt him bury his nose behind your ear, and place one hand between your shoulder blades while keeping the other on your lower back to stop your squirming

‘You played exceptionally well tonight, y/n’ he complimented while relaxing into you, your body staying tense against his fully relaxed form

‘Please let me go’ you asked him, not prepared for this situation at all

He either didn’t hear you or chose to ignore you because his grip suddenly dropped from your lower back to dip under the back of your robe and smooth over the bumps of your ass

He then picked you up just under your butt so suddenly and with such strength that you had no choice but to wrap your legs around his waist and hold onto his shoulders

He carried you over to the desk that was covered in products, papers, and who knows what else

Peter cleared a spot to place you by shoving your stuff on the floor and as he set you down on the counter he ran a line of wet sucking kisses up your throat and ground his core straight onto yours

You finally managed to stabilise yourself enough to put your hands on his chest and shove the large man off of you

Peter, not expecting you to shove him, stumbled back so you took your chance and made a break for the door

You shook the handle before getting it unlocked and you ran down the corridor to find a member of security

Just as you were about to run into a room full of people, Peter caught up to you and grabbed you from behind, you wasted no hesitation on yelling for help and soon enough a pile of security men got Peter away from you

It took three men to hold him back

As another member of security led you away making sure you were okay you could hear peter calling out about his love for you,

about how he knew you were destined to be together

About how nothing, not even jail, could stop him from making you his

I hope you don’t mind that I changed it slightly:)

#yandere peter parker #yandere peter parker x reader #yandere #peter parker x reader

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DBHI: Equilibrium, ch. 13 - “Periapsis” (pt. 1)

Characters: Noah / “Erwin Yvonne”, Gabriel / “Vincent Sharp”, Special Agent Gavin Reed, Director Thomas Falken Word Count: 2,842

Noah crashes an undercover FBI operation to say hello to a friend he hasn't seen or spoken to in a couple of months, but the mood is spoiled when the Zionist Inquisition shows up to deliver an ultimatum to Vincent Sharp, and issue a threat to anyone who would dare support the installation of an android suburb in Washington, DC.

***For a glossary of world-building terms relating to this series and chapter, click here.

(Chapter Art by ozaya, Co-authored by @grayorca15)

• Chapter Index • Characters • Glossary •

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December 23rd, 2041 - 9:45 PM

From the outside, the looming auditorium locally known as The Mellon was unchanged. Whatever techno-aesthetics the Capitol had adopted in the last two decades, Washington, DC’s architecture was still mostly the same neoclassical Roman-inspired drivel the Founding Fathers probably thought the height of grandeur that any respectable city could model itself after. This particular building was very much a product of its time- a perfect encapsulation of the stiff right angles, thick brooding columns, and bleak texture-less walls, suggested nothing of what might actually be happening beyond the foyer. The red-green cutout projections of trees and reindeer and ornaments dancing across the Columbia pediment sculpted across its tented promenade and the delicate string instruments currently honoring an orchestral cover of one of a hundred classic Christmas songs was a hint though.

Noah stepped out of the Jaguar to be accosted by a shower of holographic white and blue snowflakes, mixed with the real-life equivalent wafting about that cold winter’s night. They swarmed like his very own plague of too-friendly gnats. Whatever property-wide projection program the event had been accentuated with, the programmer had evidently spent too much time re-watching Frozen as a child. He pulled his sunglasses down just far enough to peer over the lenses as a few flakes fluttered in, close enough for him to see their individual fractals, and gave an irritated huff through his nose. “Still bitter over the demise of Disney, I see.” A few seconds later, the shy valet swept around the roadster’s red taillights and apologized profusely for a near-nonexistent delay in offering to take the car to be parked. Noah felt nothing but amusement at their blathering, patted him on the shoulder and held the door open. “Quit fussing. It’s early yet, and you’ve a lot more rides to tuck in before the night’s over. Treat this one like the queen she is and there’ll be an extra fifty in it for you… Fredrick.”

The kitschy light-show and dear hapless Fred weren’t as bothersome as the front ranks of guards posted at the velvet rope-fenced entrance. The nearest man put up a hand and stopped him in his tracks at the top of the stairs. “I’m sorry, sir, but this is a charity function for contributors only. Have you made a donation?” It seemed only pre-approved guests were being permitted inside- a slight oversight on his part, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from his goal. He had a conversation to close out.

Noah popped his brows and donned a charming smile as he presented the falsified credentials, nestled in a flip-fold ID bearing the name Erwin L. Yvonne, complete with the most abhorrent manipulation of his likeness ever produced. “Not to worry, gents. I’m intimately acquainted with the curator, Mr. Sharp, and I’m here to deliver my contribution in the flesh.” Everything about the little white lie he’d spun on a whim was unnatural to him, but convincing to the two confused humans -poor, overworked and underpaid minions as they probably were- relaying questions into their headsets. After a few moments of conferring with whoever was heading security (most likely the Special Agents in charge of the sting this event was a front for), they motioned him through for a pat-down just beyond the rope. Noah didn’t bother feeling offended at them for only doing as they were instructed, but he did have a little fun making them as uncomfortable as possible as they searched his person for weapons. If his disguise, an old favorite thrown together on such short notice, held up to that much, then the rest would be a cakewalk- not that he had ever harbored a desire to actually go skipping through a fully-stocked dessert table. As fun as it sounded, he had enough messes splashed all over his real name without adding another to the list.

To his relief, the reach of the holographic snowflakes stopped at the door and vanished as he crossed the threshold of the foyer. The marble floor of the lobby had been buffed and waxed to a soft shine, and was still holding up to the foot traffic four hours after the meet’s commencement. Noah only paid enough mind to the guests still loitering about in groups no larger than six people to disinterestedly scan their faces at a glance and assign his background processes the menial task of matching names and dossiers to them. At the moment, he was far too focused on finding the one disguised face among them who was of any real importance to care about much else.

Mr. Vincent Sharp. Or should he say, Gabriel Reed.

The main hall was a wide, cavernous space, with rows of columns standing off to either side. Gold leaf sconced wall lamps provided an accentuating glow compared to the three giant chandeliers of brass and aluminum that bathed the room in ambient light. The dazzling light-show playing outdoors was only outdone by the splendor of one thirty-foot tall balsam fir erected in the center of the floor, adorned with no less than one hundred feet of multicolored string lights, dozens of strands of tinsel, swaths of garland, and a few hundred bauble ornaments. The topper, a white tinsel angel with glittery wings, faced the entrance with its hands pressed together and head bowed as if to thank all who arrived. A few outlying rings of cocktail tables surrounded the roped-off centerpiece. Those guests who weren’t conversing had taken seats to sip champagne or nibble on appetizers while they caught up on their gossip. Each cloth-covered table possessed its own small topper of a larger holographic projection of snowflakes hanging stationary in midair, which constantly shifted from one pattern to the next, spinning like a globe on a stand whenever a curious hand reached out to ‘tap’ them.

A small stage nestled in an alcove against the back of the ballroom hosted a classical band (ruled by one full-size concert piano) who looked as superfluous as the snowflakes that had greeted him outside. They wound through the last chorus of Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire as he descended the staircase, before starting back up with Jingle Bell Rock. Between the cello and violins, Noah’s hypersensitive ear detected at least three strings in need of tightening before he shunted that note aside to take a backseat with the rest of his anxieties. He hadn’t spent two hours biting his knuckles over ever approaching the Andrew W. Mellon Auditorium just to show up and critique its acoustic entertainment.

It wasn’t until a few curious eyes had turned his way, nodded and bid him good evening, that Noah realized how entirely inappropriate it was to be wearing sunglasses indoors, much less an event so high-class. The rest of his ensemble was tame enough- a dark navy blue suit bearing pointed lapels and a Zion sigil pin, complimented by a black dress shirt and loafers. The mild dose of glitter effect (same as could be found on the snow outside) projected into his black hair, accented with blue highlights, wasn’t as much of an affront as the pair of Ray Bans. Before anyone could make much of a fuss about it, he pulled them off and stashed the specs in his jacket’s breast pocket; in this kind of crowd, acting appropriate was of the utmost priority. Except when it wasn’t. Off to the left was a fully stocked pop-up bar- heads of the handful of people standing near it were turned away, giving off all manner of unapproachable vibes, including the only familiar silhouette in the room. Noah fought back a smirk when he spotted one particular set of ears before the facial recognition software even kicked in. As much as he would have loved to surprise him with his presence, he knew better than to sneak up on the owner of said ears. The last time he’d done so, Noah had wound up laid out over the fragments of his former coffee table, and he wasn’t eager to experience the cocktail hour equivalent of that encounter.

A half-hearted sweep of the room offered a few other suggestions of anything amiss, and that conclusion was about as dull as dishwater. Noah wasn’t really feeling making a scene with another guest (this event was far too classy for such delinquency), nor was he feeling at all confident enough to steal the mic off its stand and serenade the entire room. But that Christmas tree… it was giving off far too many signals to only be rigged with illumination accents. On his optical spectrum, a cloud of static encircled the poor displaced flora from top to bottom, a few of which were emitting from little lens-capped nodes disguised as burnt-out bulbs along the string. He drifted over casually and leaned in as if to admire his reflection in one of the gold metallic baubles, then carefully reached past the rope to twist and unplug one of the planted camera bulbs like plucking a petal off a flower. The fir gave only a whisper-quiet tink at this attack. The light strand continued to blink and cycle away, regardless of the missing piece. Noah held it up to eye level with a triumphant, yet mischievous grin. He knew exactly who was on the other side of the monitor observing the footage.

And having the most important discussion of the holiday season. On the other end of the feed, tucked away in the off-limits green rooms of the hall, Special Agent Reed was too busy engaging in one of his favorite pastimes of discussing classic action flicks with the unbaptized to notice that one of their cameras was moving. “I’m tellin’ you, man, Die Hard is THE Christmas movie, and if you don’t agree you’re just wrong .” “No way,” a second agent argued, “Bruce Willis himself denied that shit more than twenty years ago…” Reed let out a laugh that bordered on mocking, shook his head, and gestured to the man with one scolding finger lifted off his coffee cup. “John McClane would disagree-“ “Hey! Dumbasses! Stay focused!” Director Thomas Falken -who had insisted on overseeing the sting himself, in the event that something went horribly wrong - barked at the yapping men with a threatening leer that snapped Gavin’s head around and back into focus. On the feed of one of the bulb-cameras, an unrecognizable man rolled the glass node between his fingertips like a gem, and smirked as he held it up to the light. Reed’s brow furrowed in distress as he mumbled “What the fuck…?”, then swiped the walkie off the counter to relay the information. “Gabe.” “What is it, Reed?”

All done up in the swankest cocktail suit anyone would ever see him in, ‘Vincent Sharp’ turned, then leaned with his back against the bar and nursed a drink as he scanned the room through half-framed, squared-off, horn-rimmed glasses. One idle hand reached to throw back the hem of the tweed charcoal gray blazer, exposed the light brown waistcoat hugging his waist and hips, and slipped into the pocket of a pair of perfectly tailored, black slim-legged slacks. “We may have trouble, one of our spycams has been compromised.” Gabe tipped back his head and emptied the glass in his hand to smother the outward reaction of surprise, then set it down on the counter and gestured to the bartender for another. Rather than reach for any of the bottles displayed on the back counter, she went for a decanter on the shelf below the bar and refilled the glass with a burgundy brown liquid- thirium, distilled and dyed to mimic the appearance of Scotch. "Just one?” he asked in a curious tone as he searched the crowd around the tree. From his vantage point, he couldn’t clearly see anyone acting suspiciously. “Yeah, it’s the weirdest thing… little shit’s just holdin’ it up and grinnin’ like he knows we’re here…” And that he did. The harsh whisper to emanate over the commandeered camera’s mic said as much:

Good evening, Special Agent Reed. Fancy seeing you here.

From the other side of the room, Gabriel’s head turned a tic at the sound of crashing equipment and a few muttered ‘shit Shit, SHIT’s coming from the other end of the frequency he was currently tuned to. Like a bull in a china shop.

“How does he know you’re here… !?” Falken -known in his social circles as Tomahawk, for good reason- boomed from across the room as he rose from the couch and stormed over to the monitors. He shoved Reed’s chair aside, and scrutinized the face of the man making a mockery of their carefully planted monitoring equipment. Gavin’s heels scraped against the hardwood as he backpedaled and held his hands up in surrender. “I- I- I don’t… I don’t know, I didn’t tell anyone, I swear-” “Then who is THAT?” Falken punctuated with a slam of his palm against the monitor that made everyone in the room jump. “That’s… that’s, uh-...” He could explain that, but he wasn’t sure he wanted to. No matter how he looked at it, he was to blame for his presence that evening. His negligence had compromised months of careful planning.

“...Gavin?” His target rose from a table toward the front of the ballroom and directed his attention toward the bar, leering with the clear intent of starting a conversation. What impeccably bad timing for this to go down. “Reed! Talk to me!”

Gabriel’s intrusion provided him with the convenient excuse he needed to disengage for a moment. One visibly-shaking hand swiped the walkie off the desk and Gavin turned to break away from the glower of Falken’s death-glare long enough to respond to his partner in the field. The other hand ran through his hair with a nervous twitch in his fingers and he glanced over his shoulder as he cleared his throat and swallowed, then mumbled, “It’s-... it’s Noah,” under his breath just loud enough for him to hear.

Gabe’s thought processes came to a screeching halt as his personal life collided with his alias for just a moment. To hear that Noah was in Washington, DC, much less at the Zion Founders Fundraiser, was the last thing he’d expected to hear that evening. As Reed continued to drop curses in the background, Gabe turned to face the bar and flashed a polite, but forced smile at the bartender as she eyed him with nervous sweeps. He didn’t reach for the glass right away as it was set in front of him on a small black napkin. “Please, tell me I didn’t just hear what I think I did…” he muttered internally as a dozen different possibilities for how the night would turn out flashed thumb-nailed pre-constructions across his HUD. But Reed’s uncomfortable sputtering confirmed what he was hoping was just a joke.

“No, you heard me right.” One hand swiped over his face in a downward motion and scratched in frustration at the stubble he hadn’t bothered to shave in almost a week and desperately avoided Falken’s infuriated ‘what the fuck’ gestures in the background. “The bastard’s actually here, arrived in DC last night with Hannah and President-Elect Kamski. H-he stopped by the house lookin’ for you, but I told him you were undercover an’couldn’t make an appointment. I told him t’keep his nose outta our shit, but he-” Reed paused and squinted over Falken’s shoulder as Noah slipped the tiny camera into his pocket with a ‘Can you hear me alright in there?’ “Oh, son of a….” “What the hell is he doing…?”

The camera-bulb didn’t act as a walkie. And to their credit, all the personnel Noah could plainly see -now that his recognition software had sorted fact from fiction- didn’t stir, much less blow their cover. He knew without being told what this sting was about, and who it was the FBI were really here to keep tabs on. Perhaps him showing up was akin to being a ‘fly in the ointment’, but as yet he hadn’t done anything other than offend their Christmas tree. He gave the indifferent lens one more wordless glance as he rolled the bulb between his fingers. For a brief moment he considered winking at it, but decided at the last moment to pocket the device instead. Perhaps it’d come in handy elsewhere- for someone who hadn’t been properly equipped for this operation, it was the best he could do on such short notice. Failing that, he could always speak very loudly and deliberately at Gabriel’s collar mic, if he’d let him get close enough. The owner of the ear he recognized from before still hadn’t turned around. Outwardly he didn’t look very distressed. Only the new hunch in his shoulders, invisible to the human eye as it was, said it all. Far be it from him to keep ‘Vincent’ in suspense.

#rk900 #rk1800 #dbhilluminate #noriel #dbhiequilibrium #noah #gabriel

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keepseaveyweird · 6 years ago

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okay i really want you to write a fic vaguely based off of your experience at urban air and then like one of the guys pulls you aside and is like "oh daniel/corbyn has a crush on you" and she is like ?? and then they end up giving her tickets to the upcoming concert and then daniel/corbyn sees her and is like !! and the rest of the guys are like "YES OMG"

a/n: I loved this omg this was such a good idea

You weren’t excited for your opening shift, it was always slow in the mornings and meant mostly cleaning and checking for safety. But that particular morning, as the sun was still on the rise and the adults made their daily commute to better-paying jobs, you couldn’t help but notice the load of cars already in the parking lot. The building lined with girls of all ages as they chatted amongst one another. Some gave you dirty looks as you walked in, some asked if you could sneak them in and you had never been more confused, and you’d never seen your boss look so annoyed.

“What’s going on?” you asked your boss who was sitting the front desk with your coworkers.

“We have a band coming in today for a radio show, some have been here since last night,” she told you, rolling her eyes and walking away.

You turned to your coworker who was laughing at her, “what band? Why did no one tell me? It’s only my third shift, is it going to be busy?”

He chuckled, “I have no idea, they’re upstairs right now. They’re our age though and seem cool. It’ll probably be crazy so I’ll trade you laser-tag for your zip-line shift?” He offered.

You wrapped your arms around him, thankful he could put you out of your potential misery, “oh my gosh you’re the best!”

It was about ten minutes later, Urban Air still hadn’t opened but you were setting up the system for laser-tag, in the dark as the neon lights glowed around you. You heard running around, laughing and yelling getting nearer and nearer. Suddenly, five boys rushed by the corridor, only for them to back track two seconds later and approach you.

“There’s laser tag?” the curly-haired boy yelled, “oh hell yeah,” grabbing a vest, he put it over himself and strapped in. The four boys followed as you grabbed the little remote that set up teams.

“Are you guys the band that all the girls are out there for?” you asked with a chuckle.

“Yup, sorry if we cause any problems, they get kind of…. Rambunctious sometimes,” the boy with blue eyes told you with a shy smile.

You smiled back, subconsciously, unknowing, almost like a instinct. You couldn’t help but think he was attractive, that all of them were actually.

“Don’t apologize,” you chuckled, “it’s not a problem. Okay there’s five which means uneven teams so who’s going to be the team of two?”

After much discussion, name-calling and fights, they managed to figure it out and you managed to catch the brunette’s name; Daniel. You told them the rules, how the game works and what to do once inside, but somehow the six of you ended up in a discussion about random things. Your town, your job, the tour bus, and you came to really like these boys, or Daniel who was doing most of the talking. Soon though, you had to usher them into the game room, as a line had formed since the doors had opened while in deep conversation.

They came out, Daniel, the blonde and the curly-haired boys pouting. The tall one and the boy with rosy cheeks walked out, smiles on their faces as they did a quick handshake, victorious. Loudly, as the three accused the others of cheating, they put away their vests and thanked you as they scurried out and upstairs to avoid fans. But not the blonde boy, who stuck around for a second as the next group prepared themselves.

“I need to tell you something,” he told, making you raise your brows, “Daniel couldn’t stop talking about you while we were in there, I know it’s crazy cause we just met you but he really likes you and I have an idea.”

You couldn’t help the butterflies that erupted in your stomach when the words left his mouth. And with each word following, excitement bubbled through your body as he unravelled his plan, “I’m Corbyn, by the way,” he smiled with a hug before rushing off.

It was hours later, you had gotten home from work and immediately started getting ready. Corbyn had given you his number to let him know when you got to the venue, to let you in and get you a front row seat. So when you arrived at the back door, knocking suspiciously, he answered with a smile, leading you to his dressing room as he devised, yet, another plan.

“Wait until our friend Eben gets off the stage before heading to your seat, Daniel watches from the side stage and will be able to see you. We want to surprise him, throw him through a loop, really rattle him up,” Corbyn explained as he fixed his hair in the mirror.

“Okay, but why?” you asked with a chuckle, sitting on the couch behind him.

“Because it will be funny, duh,” he scoffed, “okay yeah it’ll be funny to catch him off guard but I’ve never seen him like that before. So talkative and so outspoken, if you knew him as well as we did, you could just see it in his eyes. I know it sounds crazy and stupid because you’ve just met but I think this could turn out amazing.”

“Well,” you smiled, thinking about his reaction once he locked eyes with you in the crowd, “let’s hope that’s the case.”

Eben walked off the stage, the lights turned off and roadies started setting up for the other five to perform. As sneakily, nonchalantly as you could, you made your way to your seat. It was in the middle, not front and center as that was too obvious, but off the left where Daniel would open up with their song.

Suddenly the lights shut off, the crowd erupted in screams, in cheers as they chanted their names, and the music began to boom. The opening notes of Trust Fund Baby began, and the silhouette of Daniel appeared on his platform; the moment of truth.

“I don’t wanna girl who gets a car for her sweet sixteen, or spends a stack of dollar bills on limousine. I want a girl who takes the bus and who wears -” suddenly he stopped as his eyes met yours. A smile stretched across his face as he realized he needed to keep singing. So he did, he caught back up to the music, finding his place again as he strutted across the stage. Soon the rest of the boys were out, all giving him a pat on the back, as they smiled at you and gave you a small wave as they continued.

The concert was amazing, with each song, each beat, each lyric and chord that was performed, Daniel spent his time in front of you, whether he meant to or not. And after, when the arena was quiet and the fans had gone home, he walked out into the sea of chairs and took a seat next to where you waited for him to come out.

“You know for having front row, you sure didn’t know any of the words,” he laughed.

It was true, you didn’t know the words, had only discovered them that day as they played laser-tag and you worked.

“I was just… caught up in the moment,” you fibbed with a smile, “okay so I had a little help from your friends, but I’ll learn them, promise.”

You held up your pinky finger, out of habit as it was something you always did with friends and family, and Daniel clasped his own with yours immediately. You had always thought people were crazy when they said they felt electricity with their significant others, thought it was a metaphor people made up to describe the emotional feelings they had. But as a jolt of lighting ran through your body at the small point of contact, you knew what they meant, knew exactly what that feeling was. Because Daniel was electric, full of life and energy and optimism, and this was only the beginning of beautiful relationship as the two of you sat there, alone in the crowd and talked about anything and everything.

“When does tour end?” you asked him as he walked you to your car in the empty parking lot, their manager yelling for him to hurry up as the tour buses were ready to head out for the next city.

“In a couple weeks,” he told you grabbing your hands, “I’m supposed to go to Coachella, but I was thinking….” he dragged on, “I could come back here, maybe take you out on a date?”

“I can’t believe you’d choose me over Coachella,” you laughed as he wrapped himself around you in a hug, “but yes, I’d love that.”

“I can’t wait,” he told you, kissing your cheek and beginning to walk away. But not before turning around and pointing at you with a smirk.

“I’m thinking laser-tag? So I can beat you?” he smiled.

“In your dreams, Seavey,” you yelled, watching him load himself into the tour bus and drive away, leaving you eager for the coming weeks.

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embracehappy · 6 years ago

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Tour starts today! and I had a dream (AU vibes)

HAPPY DAY 1 OF TOUR! We love our dude and he even managed to sneak into my dreamland last night. I hope you all get the opportunity to see Shawn at some point over the next year! This tour is gonna be so good!

So this is silly, but here’s what I dreamt last night:

So somehow I had gotten tickets to the opening show - on the floor, in the center, second row from the stage. And somehow I had gotten there really early before like almost any crowds had started filling the arena. And suddenly a few stadium people come out and they started taking down the seats in the front row. I ask what they’re doing. They said that it was confirmed the whole first row wasn’t coming and the since show starts soon so they’re just removing the seats and giving the second row a better view. (weird) So now I’m sitting first row with some space for dancing right next to the stage. I take note of my surroundings. The arena has started to fill up, but not really. Also the person seated to my left is now here. (We’ll name him Tim) I knew him in high school and quit frankly I didn’t and still don’t like him that much. He’s annoying. But he starts trying to make small talk with me and since I’m about to have to spend this whole concert next to him, I decided that I should be nice and talk so that I can act like an idiot later when I’m singing and dancing along - No bad vibes at a Shawn concert allowed. So after a bit, the arena still isn’t as full as I think it should be (I must’ve gotten there way earlier than I thought I had. Like first in the doors when they opened or somn.) This is when it gets exciting.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a figure in a black hoody overseeing the removal of the last of the chairs. He’s on the stage but somehow almost unnoticeable. And then we make eye contact. It takes a second to register, but I quickly realize that it was indeed Shawn Mendes. I smile because I was genuinely having a good time watching the buzz in the arena grow. And then I couldn’t believe what happens next. Shawn smiles back. Then he crouches down and tells one of the arena workers something. He moves across the stage and sits on it’s edge directly in front of me. Somehow NO ONE in the arena is bothered to care that Shawn is on the stage. I walk up to the barrier with a confused look on my face and Tim follows suite. Shawn says “hi welcome to the show!” and his smile gets a little bigger and he does his grabby wave thing.

“oh! hey! Shouldn’t you be like backstage doing a meet and greet or something?”

“Oh no! It just ended and I wanted to come out and see how the crowd is forming.”

“Well this is a sold out show. So you’re crowd will love you no matter what.”

Shawn blushes and looks away.

Concern crosses my face. “wait, are you nervous? You have nothing to be afraid of we’re literally all here to see you. And honestly, even if you sound terrible and the stage falls apart, we’ll still love you and have a great time.”

Shawn chuckles. “I know. It’s just this is the first show and I want this tour to be amazing-”

“You’re going to be great.” I cut him off with a soft voice.

Shawn chuckles again. “I definitely will now that I have a friend in the front row! What’s your name?”

“Jackie” (NOT MY NAME I HAVE NO IDEA WHY MY DREAM CHOSE THIS NAME)

“Well, Jackie - When I need a familiar face I’m going to look at you during the show.”

“I’ll be here”

Shawn turns his attention to Tim, slightly curious and afraid suddenly. Almost like he just noticed the dude standing next to me.

But before Shawn can say anything, Tim slaps my shoulder and says “ Don’t worry man, she’s here for you.”

That must’ve been sufficient for Shawn, because he gives a nod to Tim and then winks at me before getting up and running off off the stage.

Tim promptly turns to me and freaks out. “Oh my gosh you just got hit on by Shawn Mendes!!”

I run a hand through my hair. “Don’t broadcast it! Who knows what kind of crazys are be listening!”

“Well, by the end of the show, they’ll all know that Shawn has eyes for you. If the concert goes anything like what just happened., Shawn will barely take his eyes off the front row.”

I blush and laugh, hiding my face. “He better not. Andrew is going to kill him”

Αnd that’s when I feel a strong tug on my arm. And then it cuts to black.

_____

I wake up and there’s beeping white.

I’m in a hospital bed. I reach for my phone and see a slew of text messages from Tim.

“Hey are you okay?” “you said you were fine when you walked out” “Where are you?” “I can’t find you” “the show starts in 5″ “Alessia is on stage” “Where the fuck are you” “Alessia is off stage and the crowd is chanting” “Shawn will be out soon” “Shawn’s on stage” “are you okay?” “Shawn looks heart broken”

And thats where the messages stop. The last one sent 15 minutes ago. I text back and let Tim know I’m in a hospital but have no idea what happened. Tim explains someone pulled my arm and I fell and hit my head. I claimed I was fine and just wanted to go splash some water on my face, so I walked out to go find a bathroom.

I must’ve passed out somewhere along the way.

A doctor walks in saying that I don’t have any sign of concussion and that I’m free to go. The excitement must have just been to much for me and I passed out, not necessarily because I hit my head, but more likely because I was overwhelmed. I make my way back to the arena.

____

At the gate, the security won’t let me in because I’ve already scanned my ticket and reentry isn’t allowed. Suddenly I recognize someone from Shawn’s team walking by. I call out and frantically explain to them that I fainted and was taken to the hospital, but was cleared and I really just wanted to watch the final portion of the concert but I can’t get back in.

Shawn team member look confused and pulls out their phone. “let me just make a quick call.” They walk out of earshot.

The team member hangs up and walks back to me and the security guards. “Okay so I just called Andrew and his description of the fainting girl looks like you, so I’m going to let you back in. But you can’t go to your seat you have to come with me.”

At this point I’m just glad I’m being allowed back in. I follow the team member around the arena and then up a bunch of stairs. Eventually we come to a door and the team member lead me inside.

It’s a box. But not just any box. It’s full of random lower level team members that don’t have jobs during the actual show itself and have no reason to be backstage. I read some of the name badges and see mostly truck drivers, but I did spot a personal trainer. The view was pretty bad considering I was originally front and center at first row, but these definitely aren’t the worst seats in the house. I shoot Tim a text with an update.

After a while I’m comfortable. Or at least as comfortable as I could get in an uncomfortable situation. I really did just want to be back on the floor. I get a text from Tim saying “he keeps looking at me, looking for you. I’m going to point to your box.”

The show continues and then when Shawn is running across the stage during the bridge of Mutual, I hear it.

“Jack come down!”

The arena screams in confusion. But I know who he’s talking to. My phone pings, no doubt a message from Tim. I’m shifting my weight trying to decide the best way to get out of the room. Mutual ends and the pause between songs seems a little longer that it should be, probably just first show hiccup I think.

Half way through the next song, Andrew busts into the box. His eyes are quickly darting around. “You! Jackie! Come on!” Andrew walks out of the room quickly, assuming I’ll follow. And he’s right, I run after him, suddenly very afraid that I’m about to get thrown out.

Andrew is mumbling something under his breathe about “of course Shawn would meet the one that faints” or something along those lines. Once we’re in an empty area, Andrew turns to me.

“Okay so here’s the thing. Shawn seems to like you I don’t know how, because there wasn’t a meet and greet and I told him directly not to go on stage prematurely. But anyway - You’re going to go back to your seat on the floor, and after the concert you’re going to stay there and not leave. Someone will come get you. Okay?”

“got it”

Andrew points to the entrance to the floor. And I walk that way holding up my floor wristband to be allowed back in.

As soon as I walk in I feel like Shawn’s eyes are on me. He follows my walk all the way up to me seat. Where Tim had to help me reclaim dominance of the spot. Considering that I was absent for the whole show, people moved in. But once I’m standing and moving to the music I see Shawn smile as he looks away, giving the arena his attention again.

Throughout the remainder show he would occasionally look down and make eye contact with me, and I could usually see that he was trying to suppress a goofy smile, saving it for when he looked back at the crowd.

At the end of the concert, right before Shawn ran off stage he looked over at me and raised his eyebrows. And the movement was so small, but I’m pretty sure he mouthed “stay” too. Clearly not giving a fuck about the rest of his fans anymore.

I stood and I waited. The bottlenecked exit made the crowd take forever to disperse on the floor. Tim even disappeared at some point, leaving me all by myself, yet surrounded by people. After the crowd finally broke up more, a arena worker in all black comes up to me. “Jackie?”

I nod my head.

“follow me.” I follow them through a series of boundaries and hallways. All empty, until suddenly busy.

“I was told to bring you here, this is the green room. Theres couches you can sit on”

I walk into the room and find a few of Shawn’s team members in there. Most notably, Brian. I avoid them all and sit on a couch in the corner. After a few minutes Shawn busts into the room in sweat pants and a t shirt. He must have just showered really quick once he was off stage. He also has more people in tow.

He makes his way over to Brian and the crew but he’s looking around the entire time. He hugs every member in the cluster and gets pushed around by Brian and Josiah He eyes fall on me and he smiles calling out “Jackie!” Everyone turns to look at me and I see Andrew roll his eyes.

“oh hey!” Shawn walks over and grabs my hand pulling me off the couch and towards his friends.

_________

That night when checking instagram, I receive a dm notification from Shawn. It’s only one line but it stole my breath (and made me wake up)

“Do you want to come on tour?”

#shawn mendes #dream #shawn mendes au #shawn mendes fic #shawn #shawn mendes fanfic #mendes #Shawn Mendes Imagine

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castcharmperson · 6 years ago

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Taakitz: Free Day

Time is an illusion so let’s all just pretend it’s still Day 6 of @taakitzweek, okay? This story is inspired by a concert I went to see a few weeks ago, where the conductor was a whirlwind of movement and passion, and all I could think of was “yeah this is what Kravitz would do.” Warning for a little self doubt, I guess? Mostly this is just Taako being in love with his husband.

Seeing Kravitz’s fingers twitch along with the ancient records, the way he so clearly longed to conduct without even seeming to be aware of it, it made Taako ache. It reminds him of the days when recipes race through his mind, but the sight of the kitchen makes him feel sick. Even if Kravitz doesn’t realize what’s happening, Taako wouldn’t wish that fate on anyone, especially not his husband.

That’s not to say Kravitz was unhappy with where fate put him. Most of their dinners were spent talking about their adventures, the ones happening now and ones from years past. Kravitz’s job was an endless adventure and every tale he told brought a smile to his face. Sometimes, he didn’t talk about taking down cults or the rush of dodging a sinister spell; Kravitz was equally thrilled to reenact a conversation with his Goddess or chatter about a particularly interesting piece of paperwork. Taako still wasn’t sure how paperwork could be anything other than hell, but Kravitz could probably read the dictionary and Taako would be enamored with it.

They didn’t often bring up the strangely intimate details they’d shared during that strangely intimate meeting-turned-date at the Chug N’ Squeeze, but when they did, only a few things had changed. Taako still often felt out of place, but he knew he had people who wanted him around. Kravtiz’s undeath still hadn’t really been his choice, but he was content with what he’d been given.

Content wasn’t enough though, not in Taako’s opinion. With two new reapers on the force, Kravitz had enough time for a live among mortals. He had enough time to keep up with the insanity of being part of the Starblaster family, surely he could find time to follow his calling from life. But any time Taako brought it up, tried to get him to play the piano that sat in their living room or the guitar that Magnus had made a few candlenights ago, Kravitz hesitated. He’d make some excuse about professions and destinies and “oh is that the Queen calling?”

Taako was done toeing around the subject. His husband was going to get everything he ever wanted, whatever anxieties holding him back from asking for it be damned. There was nothing to hold Taako back, not when he was an interplanar celebrity with all the resources either of them could dream of.

“So Ren got it all worked together and the kids seem thrilled, bunch of tiny nerds. But for the life of me, I still can’t find a conductor.” Taako was impressed with his own poker face- Kravitz always said he had a tell when his cards were good, but right now the reaper didn’t suspect a thing. His fork had been frozen, hanging with half spooled pasta ever since Taako had mentioned a “new music department.”

He let the natural pause draw out a little unnaturally, until Kravitz seemed to snap back to reality, spooling the rest of his pasta a little too frantically. “That’s very exciting, love. I’m sure you’ll find someone.”

“What about you?” He could help but show his metaphorical cards as he grinned.

“What?”

“How would you like to conduct the Taako’s School of Wizardry, Cantrips and other Magicks academic orchestra? It’s not exactly Fantasy Carnegie Hall, most of the kids are fairly below your skill level, but you’ll still have fun.”

“Taako, I can’t.” Kravitz shook his head.

“Flex scheduling. If you’ve got work, the kids can have a study hall.” He’d played this discussion out in his mind a thousand times already, every counterpoint was accounted for. “I’ll have a substitute for when you go on longer missions.”

Kravitz put his fork down. “I have sworn my time to my Queen.”

“Who has repeated told you and me and Lup and Barold and literally anyone who will listen that she wishes her ‘best reaper and favorite child’ would take more time for himself.”

Kravitz laughed at Taako’s poor impression of a goddess and Taako grinned. At least his husband didn’t look so tense anymore. He almost looked like he was considering the offer.

“I really am out of practice though.”

“They’re kids, they’re learning too.”

“What if they don’t—“

Taako put his hand over Kravitz’s, almost uncharacteristically serious as they locked eyes. “They will love you. You’re going to be amazing.” He felt an echo of his own goddess through him and Taako pulled back, running that same hand, now shaking, through his hair. “Besides,” he tried for causal, “they can’t give you a hard time because your husband is the headmaster. They’ll have detention for life if you they so much as look at you wrong. You’ve got nothing to worry about, my man.”

“I—“ Kravitz looked at where Taako’s hand had been, like he felt the brief swell of ethereal power too. He looked back at his pasta and tried to fight down a grin. Discussion won, game over, all chips to Taako. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, most folks I hire usually ask when they start, and I already checked with bird mom— your first day’s Monday.”

Kravitz blinked at his pasta, then looked up to Taako. “What day is it today?” He tilted his head, birdlike. That and his disastrous inability to understand time on the material plane shouldn’t be so damn adorable, but it was.

“Saturday.”

“What?!” Kravitz stood so quickly, his chair fell over. He righted it, before making his way out of the dining room. “Sorry, love.”

“Where are you going?”

“I have to lesson plan!” He was halfway into the living room, but turned around to quickly kiss Taako on the cheek. “Dinner was amazing, thank you, love.” And he was gone again. There was some shuffling through their vast record collection and some muttering about which composers to start with. Taako couldn’t even be mad about getting stuck with the dishes, not when Kravitz grinned at him like he really was the only reason his undead heart was beating.

“It’s about time I check out with this music department is doing! Make sure it’s worth keeping around!” Taako made his way through the halls of his school, Ren at his side and rolling her eyes. The students who overheard, tuning their instruments outside one of the building's rehearsal spaces, seemed unfazed. The semester had only started two months ago, but that was more than enough time to know their headmaster was often over dramatic with very little true intent behind it. The arts would never lose funding at this school.

Taako let the double doors slam open to announce his entrance, ignoring Ren lecturing about damages and the odds of a good strength roll. Kravitz was in one of the audience seats, next to a young cellist. The sharp sound had him on his feet, but whatever half motion he’d started to summon his scythe stopped when he saw Taako.

“Hello darling.” He grinned as he made his way up the amphitheater stairs and gave Taako a quick kiss on the cheek. The elf’s heeled boots were so tall, Kravitz didn’t even need to lean down to reach him.

“Hi babe,” Taako dropped his ruthless headmaster facade for a moment, before brushing past his husband. “So, your spring concert is coming up.”

“Yes,” Kravitz followed him back down the stairs, trying to follow his train of thought.

“I wanna see it.” He moved into the center of the third row, kicking up his boots onto the back of the chair in front of him. Ren sat next to him, immediately shoving his boots back to the floor. “Or hear it, whatever. Sneak preview for you boss.”

“Oh, I was unaware the Raven Queen was on campus.” Kravitz’s cheeky grin almost broke through Taako’s facade again, a smile twitching on the edge of his lips before he steeled his expression.

“Don’t get cute with me, Mr. Kravitz. I sign your paycheck.”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure Ren signs them.” Kravitz shot her a wink and she laughed while Taako gave a frustrated groan.

“Whatever,” he dragged out the word as far as it could go, kicking his feet up again. “Make with the music.”

Kravitz gathered his students on the stage, whispering a pep talk as they set up their instruments. “I’m so proud” “It’s just Headmaster Taako, nothing to worry about, trust me,” and other endearing snippets that Taako could only barely hear from his seat, but they were enough to win a smile out of him. Kravitz tuned back to the audience, locking eyes with Taako and all but beaming. He fidgeted with the lines of his suit, with the conductor’s baton in his hand, but the nerves were nothing compared to the obvious outpouring of joy. Taako never had any doubts his plan was flawless, but seeing just how happy Kravitz was to be on the stage again was something else entirely.

Kravitz always seemed to glow when he smiled, eyes closing and cheekbones doing all the right things as his perfect lips showed off his perfect teeth. Taako knew he could never look like that. He was more comfortable with a smirk, a scowl, or sharp words on his lips. He had fierce smiles for the press, charming looks for photos with the crew, but whatever was happening to his face when he saw Kravitz like this felt completely out of his control. His nose was scrunched up, his eyes showed his age. His smile was goofy and lopsided but, surprisingly, he was okay with that. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t Taako™, but sharing a moment like this with Kravitz felt good.

The moment passed when Kravitz turned back towards his students, but the warm feeling lingered even as the first cheerful notes filled the space. It sounded flawless, even without any musical training Taako could tell that much. Yet he couldn’t focus on the music; Kravitz held his attention. He wasn’t sure what he had been expecting. Before their century across the cosmos, Taako and Lup didn’t exactly have the means to see live music beyond a drunken bard in some bar. Even at Legato, Taako didn’t spend any time with the musicians. And after the stolen century was basically like before.

Maybe he thought it would be sharp, neat movements, like the flawless lines of Kravitz’s suit. He’d keep time with the same dedication to order that he kept the laws of life and death with.

It was nothing like that. It was chaos and passion. While Lup and Barry had turned a worldwide performance into a space where only the two of them existed, Kravitz turned a rehearsal into a screaming declaration of every emotion anyone could dare to imagine. The braids of his hair were flying in all directions as he used both hands to ramp up the music. His whole body chased crescendos and it looked like a beautiful mess of movement to someone like Taako, who didn’t have a clue how conducting actually worked.

Honestly, without the swell of notes following his command, Kravitz would look ridiculous. It was more passion than Taako every willingly put into anything he did. Kravitz gave himself over to the art, to the melody of sound, so eagerly, excited to have his heart on display, treating an audience of two as though they were two million. Taako had never felt more in love. It was like the cheerful spring symphony was rising up in him too and suddenly he had to see Kravitz’s face.

Rolling high on his stealth check, Taako got out of his seat and out of the aisle. He took the stairs at the stage left wing and found himself staring.

Kravitz had been a bard in life, Taako knew that, but now he understood it. He was so intrinsically linked with the music. It commanded his expressions, his whole body. Or maybe the other way around. The smallest twitch of Kravitz’s fingers called for violins, the rise of his brow brought trumpets, a twist of his wrist gave life to a humble page of notes. As the song came to an end, peaceful as each gentle cord faded away, Kravitz’s serene smile remained.

Taako couldn’t help himself; the final note landed and he had already sprinted across the stage to kiss his husband. Ren was laughing, the students were laughing, it was all so joyful but all that sound was merely background noise to Taako. He could hear nothing but the echo of Kravitz’s music until he broke away to breathe.

“Not bad, Professor Kravitz, not bad.”

Now Kravitz joined the laughter with his perfect face and his perfect smile all perfectly scrunched up. “Thank you, love.” There was weight behind the words, more than just grace in receiving a compliment. He may not have noticed Taako’s plan as it first began those months ago at dinner, but it was obvious to see now. Did a music department make sense at a non-bardic institution? Not exactly, but nothing like ‘academic standards’ would get in the way of Taako making sure Kravitz had everything he ever wanted. Right now though, with his husband in his arms and the sound of joyful friends around him, Kravitz couldn’t imagine anything he wanted more.

I don’t know how to write endings anymore, ugh. Anyway, thanks for reading! Check out my charmedwords tag for more taz fics!

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emma-nation · 6 years ago

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For You - Bloodbound AU (Chapter 4)

Summary: Takes place after Book 1. Before Gaius’ return the gang must face a dangerous new enemy, a powerful vampire hunter who is thirsty for their blood.

Pairings: KamilahxMC

Genre: Angst/Adventure/Romance

Rating: T - Warning for violence and language

Author’s Notes:

- This is literally the first smut scene I’ve ever written in my life. I apologize if it sounds anything like this post.

- English is my second language, please forgive me for any mistakes.

- Hope you enjoy it, your reviews and likes are always appreciated.

- Updated 04/11/2020: Fixed some spelling mistakes

Amy

Amy paused the game she was playing and dropped the controller. She let out a sigh, wondering if the Shadow Den was where she really wanted to be right now. She wanted to return home. Return to Kamilah's penthouse. But not after the fight they had. Not after the words she said... "You're suffocating me," she shouted. "You don't give me any space, Amy." After getting staked, she started acting distant. She wouldn't tell Amy how she felt or how she was dealing with the situation. Although she said she was fine, Amy could detect she was distressed, maybe a little traumatized.

Then, she noticed Kamilah had been sneaking out in the middle of the night for two days in a row. She decided to follow her girlfriend and found out she had been training with some members of her Clan. Not any training, but an intense, dangerous, kind of training. Amy had been staying with Lily in the Shadow Den since the earliest hours of the morning. Lily had developed her own life amongst vampires, she had new friends, new habits and she had just left to join Adrian in the Council Meeting. She was supposed to deliver him the footage from The Baron's club. Amy couldn't help feeling a little... excluded. She stood up from the couch and, against Lily and Jax's recommendations, she decided to explore the Shadow Den. She was distracted when a hand touched her shoulder. "Are you one of the volunteers?" A female vampire asked. "Because I'm starving!" Amy looked into her eyes and she could quickly identify signs of bloodlust. The woman’s fangs descended and she firmed the grip on Amy's shoulder. "No!" Amy tried to push her away. "Let me go..." She ignored Amy's appeal and her mouth approached her neck. "Stop!" Amy yelled. "I'll report you to the Council..." Someone appeared, pushing the woman away. "The lady said she does not consent," a male voice spoke. "You better find a willing volunteer or..." While the vampire came back to her senses and rushed away, Amy recognized that black haired male. It was the same guy who saved her from The Baron's thugs at that concert. "Hey," she smiled. "I know you." The male gave her an intrigued look. "You saved me the other day... at that concert, remember?" "Oh, you," a smirk appeared in the corner of his mouth. "Getting in trouble again, huh?" "Thank you for saving me. Twice," Amy extended her hand. "I'm Amy, by the way." "Liam," he shook her hand politely. "So you're a vampire," she concluded. "And so are you?" He pointed at the brand on her wrist. "Oh no... this is temporary. For protection." "Protection," he chuckled. "Well, you definitely need it, Amy." He put emphasis on her name, examining her from head to toes. It was the first time Amy could clearly see him. He was more handsome than she had noticed the other night. He had the prettiest brown eyes she had ever seen, they were quite hypnotizing...

“But they’re not prettier than Kamilah's!” Amy though, shaking her head and coming back to reality.

"What?" he asked, smiling. Liam also had a contagious smile. She blushed a little bit. "S-sorry... I just... My mind is somewhere else right now." "Where? In the clouds?" "Sort of. At someone... my girlfriend. We had the most heated argument last night and... I don't know what to do." "Let me guess, you date a vampire." "How do you know?" "You're easy to read and... you seem to be very comfortable in the company of them." "I'm kinda used right now, I guess. My girlfriend is a vampire, my boss is vampire, my best friend is a vampire, so..." There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Amy bit her lip nervously. "Do you wanna talk about it?" Liam asked. "Your girlfriend, I mean." "We barely know each other." "Well, I'm a good listener." "Okay." Amy nodded in agreement. "Let me grab my purse and we can take walk." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kamilah

"She's testing me!" Kamilah complained, pacing angrily around Raines Corporation lobby. She had tried to call Amy a million times. Not really, a million. But at least a hundred. She knew she was with Lily, there's no other place she could be. A few minutes earlier Lily passed by and Kamilah confronted her. Although she denied she was with Amy, Kamilah knew she was lying. "Kamilah," Adrian opened the door to call her. "We're getting started." She rolled her eyes and entered the conference room. Priya, Lester and Jax were already seated. Adrian inserted a disk on his laptop, displaying the image on a large screen. A few days before, The Baron's new club had been attacked by The Hunter, killing most of his clan members and possibly himself. "We finally managed to get some footage of this Hunter," Adrian announced. "Now we can see his face, it'll be easier to catch him." He clicked play. Kamilah crossed her arms to watch. She didn't expect much from this Hunter. It was probably just a newly-turned vampire trying to get attention. He couldn't be so strong as Priya described. "I see nothing," she said. A couple of seconds later, a vulture streaked at every corner of the recently rebuilt club, leaving a trail of death and ashes. The only thing that could be seen was his flickering daggers, cutting everything on his way. The video ended. "Really, Adrian?" Priya whined. "Is that all you've got?" "Where's his face?" Jax inquired. "I-I... suppose he's too fast to be caught on camera." "Oh please," Kamilah rolled her eyes, "he knew exactly what he was doing. Can't you see? He found out about your little cameras and decided to put on a show." "Kamilah is right," Priya added, "he can be quite of an exhibitionist when it comes to his skills." "Don't we have footage from The Baron's office?" Lester asked. "No," Adrian answered. "The Baron refused to have cameras installed on his office, unfortunately." He turned off the laptop frustrated. "I'll send it back to Lily for analysis. Maybe she can find any minor detail that could help us to identify him." With a loud noise, the conference room's door opened. "There's no need," The Baron entered, alone. "I know who's behind this worm." "You escaped?" Priya asked, with some disappointment. "Damn, I was hoping to get that club..." "Didn't you notice anything on this stupid footage?" The Baron questioned. "The way he fights, his sarcasm, his cockiness..." he clenched his fists in anger. "Doesn't it remind you of someone?" He gazed straight at Kamilah's direction. "What are you insinuating?" She shouted. "That he's a member of your clan... a protégé maybe..." "In case you don't remember, I got staked." "Exactly. The Hunters killed twelve vampires and they only missed your heart. Isn't it a little bit weird?" "And for what purpose I'd hire a Vampire Hunter?" Kamilah argued. "At his command," The Baron replied. "Gaius. We all know what's your story with him. It's a coincidence that at the same time he returns, this Vampire Hunter appears, fighting exactly like you?" "He does not fight like me!" Kamilah raised her voice. "Our style is completely different... Adrian play that video again!" "There's no need. Deep down you know it's true." "And what do you suggest?" "An investigation." "Okay..." Kamilah consented. "Who's in favor of an investigation against me say aye. Adrian?" "Nay," Adrian answered. "Jax?" "Nay." "Lester?" "Aye." "Baron?" "Aye" "Priya?" Priya didn't answer. She was thoughtful, distracted. Her head cocked to the side, her brows furrowed. "Priya?!" Kamilah asked again. "Oh! That's me. Nay, aye... whatever..." Kamilah rolled her eyes. "Okay, aye then." "I know I don't really have a say in this," Kamilah spoke, "but to clear my name I'm also voting aye." After the meeting ended, Adrian called her to his office. He asked her to seat and offered her a drink. "You don't really have to do this." "I want to. I just... I fear he's setting me up for revenge" "Don't worry," Adrian assured her. "We'll solve this. We're going to find this Hunter and we'll prove your innocence." "Thank you," Kamilah filled her glass with more whiskey. "You look stressed, is there anything else going on?" "No." "Kamilah..." "Okay, it's Amy. We had a fight and she has been ignoring me. I don't even know where she is!" "What was the fight about this time?" Kamilah told him everything. About how she had started an intense training program with her clan members. They needed to be prepared for an eventual confrontation with the Hunter and with Gaius, in the future. And about how Amy was acting too overprotective since her incident, even though her she was perfectly fine. "She interrupted the training session and yelled at me, in front of my clan members," Kamilah told. "She looks at me like if I was about to break and this is exactly what I didn't want!" "Kamilah, have you put yourself in her place?" Adrian asked. "It was traumatizing for her. You could've died, in her arms." "I know... I'd probably act the same if something had happened to her. But I'm a vampire, she needs to understand..." "First of all, she see you as her girlfriend and she cares about you, about your safety." Kamilah rolled her eyes. "I really don't know how to do this... this... girlfriend thing." Adrian laughed, shaking his head. "Don't laugh, okay? Now I need to find a way to apologize and I don't even know how." "I think I have an idea." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amy

Resting her body on the sand, Amy observed the night sky. It was quiet, peaceful, all she could hear was the sound of the waves and... Liam's laugh. "Let me see if I understand," he broke the silence, "you showed up at her training session and scolded her in front of her clan members. Like a mom." "I shouldn't have told you. You must be thinking I'm young and stupid," Amy lamented. "And so is she." "I don't think you're stupid, but... you're dating a vampire. You can't treat her like a regular mortal." "How am I supposed to treat her then? Like if I didn't care? Should I just let her risk her life again?" She stood up and raised her voice. "Amy," Liam said patiently, sitting in front of the bonfire they made, "she has probably had more near-death incidents in her life than you can count on your fingers. It's normal for us, vampires. We're always living in danger." "Not like this one," Amy argued. "she told me." "Fine. Assuming it was the closest to death she has ever been... she's feeling it. We feel everything intensified. It's impossible to measure, impossible to describe. There's a hurricane inside her and she can't simply explain this to you so... she needs to blow off her steam somehow." Amy remained silent, pensive. "And you know, we're very fond of combat," he added. "So this is why she was training so hard? To ease her emotions?" "It's possible." "And... this is what she meant with needing some space?" "Likely." Amy sighed, looking at the ocean. Maybe she over-exaggerated with Kamilah. She turned her eyes to Liam, who was playing with the fire. He drove her to the beach on his motorcycle, assuring her that was the best place to clear her head. And he was right, she felt a lot better right now. He was intriguing, mysterious. Amy told Liam a lot about herself, sharing details about her personal life, but she couldn't find out much about him. Except that he was a prisoner to his maker and that he had to runaway. "How old are you?" Amy asked, changing the subject. "I lost the count," Liam told. "Have you ever heard about..." she hesitated for a moment, "a vampire named Gaius?" For the first time Liam stared her directly in the eyes. His mouth stiffened. "Y-yes." "I heard he was very powerful and dangerous and... I keep having this visions about him." "What kind of visions?" He suddenly seemed interested again. "About his past. My friends' past too," Amy explained. "Two nights ago, for example, I remembered this vision I had of when he arrived in New York City. A man named Banner he was tired of serving him so... Gaius tortured him and then..." "And then?" "Sorry, I don't want to talk about it."

She was still uncomfortable with Adrian’s behavior in that vision.

"It's fine, Amy," Liam assured her. "But you know, these visions usually have a purpose." "What kind of purpose?" "I don't know," he shrugged. "You'll need to find out by yourself." "I'm confused and scared." "You don't have to be," he patted her gently on the shoulder, "I'm pretty sure the person who's calling you every five minutes will be by your side." He pointed at her purse. Her phone wouldn't stopped vibrating since they arrived to the beach. "Stop ignoring her," he suggested. "Remember, we feel everything intensified. Even rejection." Amy grinned. "You've tortured her enough." "Okay, let's go home." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kamilah

"Hey this is Amy, leave a message after the..." "Voice mail again?!" Kamilah sighed in frustration. At least Amy had turned on her phone, a good sign that she was alive. As Adrian suggested, she prepared a special dinner for Amy. But it was almost 2 AM and no signs of her yet.

After storing the food back in the fridge, Kamilah called Lily again. She didn't know where she was. Amy only left a note saying she was going to take a walk with a friend. She didn't have many friends in New York, Kamilah knew. This thought started to bother her little. She heard the door opening, for her relief, it was Amy. "Amy," she tried to hide a smile. "Where were you? I've been calling you for hours." "Giving you some space," Amy answered, "was it enough or..." "I suppose I deserve it. I won't blame you if you want..." "If I want..." Amy approached her, wrapping her arms around her neck. "To do this?" She pressed her lips on hers, kissing her softly. Kamilah pulled away when she smelled the scent of male perfume on her clothes. "It seems like you had company." "Yeah, I was out with a friend..." Amy told, knowing her jealous nature. "Male friend," Kamilah whined. "Actually he made me realize a few things about us. He enlightened me about my behavior last night." "I still don't find it pleasant that you were in the company of someone else." Amy let out a laugh. "Kamilah, I don't care about any another company, only yours. I love you, okay?" She couldn't help smiling when she heard those words. She pulled Amy for another kiss. More deeply and passionate this time. She nibbled Amy’s earlobe and whispered seductively: "Prove it." "Like this?" Amy bit Kamilah's lower lip in a provocative manner. "More than that." "Okay," Amy grabbed her hand, leading her to their bedroom. They occasionally stopped in the middle of the way to exchange frenzied kisses, while their hands explored each other's body. Inside the room, Kamilah laid on the bed and Amy undressed her. She pulled Amy closer, kissing her fiercely. "Say it again," she ordered. "I love you," "I haven't convinced me yet. Prove it." Amy's mouth met hers again, her fingers traced every inch of Kamilah's toned abdomen, before finding its way between her tights. "Hmmm... Would you like some space right now or...?" Amy stopped for a second and teased. "Don't you even dare..." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Liam

He took a sip of his drink, waiting patiently in the night club. It was a good night. Amy hadn't told him much about the Council and its members but, at least, he managed to find out her girlfriend was the one that killed Henrik. She was the opponent he was looking for. That girl’s company was also enjoyable, he felt some kind of connection, sympathy for her. He observed her number on his cell phone screen. He needed to keep contact. He needed to gain her trust to learn more about her visions of Gaius. "Hmmm, new woman to play with?" A hand with sharp nails touched his shoulder. "It's none of your business," he hid his cellphone from Priya. She sat by his side and ordered a drink at the bar. "Why did you choose a nightclub for our meeting?" Priya asked. "Are you afraid?" He smirked. "Let's just say it's for safety reasons. To prevent us from stabbing each other." "I'm glad to know I've caused such an impact." "Don't be so cocky, I just don't wanna kill you yet. So, what do you have for me?" "About Gaius, nothing." "Then why you agreed to meet me?" She handed him a piece of paper. "I suppose she has exactly what you need." "Ahmanet Financial," he read. "Do I look like I need money?" "No, but the CEO is the oldest member of the Council. She also used to be Gaius' Queen and according to rumors, she know where he is." "Okay," Liam grinned. "I'll have a word with her."

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fatrainbowmermaidunicorn · 7 years ago

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Love Story (Seokjin x You ONESHOT)

A/N: My first ever Jin fic! Taylor’s song is a;ways fun to based on since it always have some sort of a story to it. hehe.I wrote this story based on a modern setting, but I still hope you will enjoy it <3

MASTERLIST

We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standing there on a balcony in summer air

Y/N closes her eyes as she inhales the breeze that sweeps her hair as she stands on the balcony of her home. A smile grazed her lips as she remembered that she would never thought she would feel this happy, this contented after feeling lonely and empty her whole life.

And its all thanks to this one man.

She looked over her shoulders to see the figure of the man she loves so much, her heart could burst just from thinking about him, currently soundly asleep on the bed and her mind takes her back to when everything begin.

To when their love story begins.

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd

Y/N was just a bored teenage heiress back then, on the borderline of turning into an adult, something she absolutely cant wait to be. Dont get her wrong. Her life is perfect. Well, as perfect as the world of a lonely heiress could be. She was the sole heiress of her family's empire, she obviously have the wealth, blessed with amazingly good looks, brains and everything she can ever asks for. She lives a live of a princess, but as all princess usually are, they are overprotected. Her every move is always being watched, not just by her parents, but by everybody. She cant do no wrong. She cant just simply befriend anybody she likes, her parents must approved of their standard first; are they a daughter or son of another empire? Who are their parents? What kind of person are they? Which resulted with Y/N only having two close friends who are also in the same position as her, an heiress. But the difference between them and her, they have older siblings to take off the pressure of becoming the next heir in line, giving them the freedom to do whatever they want. Also just like a princess, Y/N surely as hell is not allowed to fall in love with just simply anybody. Her parents will freaked out if she ended up with some burnout who is not in line for his own empire. So Y/N decided there's no point of finding love when she will end up marrying one of the snobbish heir in an arranged marriage anyway.

As usual, Y/N is currently sitting at yet another front row of a packed stadium of some artist that she dont even know, which she is once again dragged to attend by her friends. Being a well known socialite, its something normal for them to attaend these kinds of events on almost every night as part of the VVIP guests, the organizers hoping to create some sort of a good connection with these empires. But partying almost every night has taken its toll and Y/N sat in her seat, playing with her phone, bored, while waiting for the show to finally start. Her friends chattering away, excited for the concert by her side, already used to her brooding ways. Y/N finally locked her phone and tossed it in her bag when the lights finally went off and the crowd of screaming girls starts to go wild, indicating the show is finally starting.

Y/N adjusted herself in her seat and try to enjoy the next two hours of the concert, might as well when she's already here. She expected to see the usual performance, band members dancing and singing to song that she cant relate at all, but she was taken by surprised to see instead seven most handsome man she has ever laid her eyes on, with voices and dance moves that she has never seen before.

But one of the members caught her eyes the most and she cant help but to stare at that particular man as he dances and sings.

He's so handsome.

To her surprised, the man that she has been oogling suddenly look her way and out of the thousand girls in the crowd, he gave a smile just for her and winked. Y/N placed her hand over her chest, trying to calm down her racing heart. The rest of the concert went by quickly, with Y/N solely focusing on him and him giving her the occasional glance and smile as he tries to concentrate in his performance for the rest of the concert.

Y/N is more than ready to go home and sleep once the concert ended, wanting nothing more than to forget the attraction she felt. What's the point anyway. He's an idol. Someone her parents would never approved, and idols are just Romeos and players anyway, and she got no time for that. But of course things isnt going her way when her friends dragged her to the after party.

"Where are we going? You promised I only have to attend the concert! Can I just please go home?" She grumbled as she's being dragged left and right to a huge club nearby. Her friends rolled their eyes to her protests.

"I swear Y/N. If I dont know you since birth, I would have thought that you are some 80 year old grandma and not some 19 year old teenager! Chill out and loosen up a little. We are going to the after party!" Her friend excitedly tells her. "Just for a while okay?"

"Urghh, fine! See, this is proof of how much I love you! You can never say otherwise!"

"I know babe. Thats why I love you too," Yumi kisses her cheek and continue to dragged her along.

And say hello Little did I know That you were Romeo

"Hello, I'm Seokjin, but you can call me Jin," the man that she has been staring at for the last two hours during the concert is now standing right in front of her, flashing her his eye blinding smile, introducing himself. Y/N stared at him as she silently continue to drink her juice through her straw.

God, he's even more handsome up close.

"Hi Jin," Y/N replied before turning around to walk away from him but he grabbed her arms. Y/N was surprised by his actions and looked down at where he had gripped her arms, making Jin immediately let go of her.

"Uh.. sorry. I didnt mean to be rude, but I didnt catch your name?" Y/N can hear the nervousness in the once confident man.

"That's because I didnt tell you,"

"Well, can you tell me then?"

"Why should I?"

"Because I like you," Jin's blunt answer surprised her. Never have she met anyone this direct about his feelings towards her before.

"How can you? You dont even know me, dont you?" She questioned, eyebrows raised.

"That's why I would like to," Jin smile. "I mean, I can see that you atleast like my performance. So even if you ended up not liking me personally, you will atleast like me as a performer," he reasoned.

"How are you so sure that I'm looking at you? I might be looking at.... that guy," Y/N points to another one of his band members who is sitting quietly at the corner of the club. Jin laughs. The sound of his laughs is so cheerful it makes Y/N smile.

"Him? Jungkook? Oh come on. He's like a little fetus! Its not possible for you to look at him when you have a real man right here!" He grins.

"Havent you considered that maybe its you that are too old? Besides, he's sexy when he dance that hip thrust cheography you guys had," Y/N answered back. Jin almost got offended and actually believes she might be attracted in Jungkook instead but smile when he notice the teasing smile and the toned of her voice.

"Nahh. My age is just right. And plus, I'm worldwide handsome. There is no way you are looking at someone else other than me," he winked, making Y/N laughs out loud. "So what do you say? Can I get that name and the chance to get to know you better?"

Y/N contemplated for a while. Should she? She have to admit, she is very very attracted to this man. His sense of humour, his confidence, the fact that he likes her before even knowing about her family background, the fact he wanted to get to know her better instead of just wanting to get in her pants. Should she?

Y/N knows its no used. Their relationship is never going to go anywhere. But she really really wants to get to know this Seokjin too. And with a huge smile she finally answers,

"Yeah, sure. I would love that. I'm Y/N. Its nice to meet you Seokjin,"

You were throwing pebbles And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

Y/N's relationship with Seokjin grew too fast too soon, and the moment they exchanged their numbers that night, their feelings for each other started to grow too. Before long, Jin is already declaring his love for her, taking Y/N by surprised, but of course, is recriprocated. Finally knowing who Y/N really is and understanding where her parents stand about their relationship, the two of them tried their best to keep their relationship a secret. They even went as far as Jin throwing pebbles up to Y/N's windows during some nights, sneaking in to spend the night talking with her or to help her jumped out so they can run the town for the night.

Y/N felt like a princess. Hidden in a protected tower with her prince coming every night to actually save her, to take her to see the world she was so hidden from.

But how can a princess who has eyes watching her every move is able to keep a secret this big for long?

Y/N came back from class one day only to be greeted with her parents waiting for her in the great hall, serious looks on her face. But what is more surprising is the man sitting opposite of them from the couch is none other than Kim Seokjin, who gave her a small smile once he saw her enters.

"Jin? What are you doing here?" She asks nervously and turned to her parents once she received no answer. "Mom? Dad?"

"Well, atleast you dont play dumb and pretend that you dont know him," her father breaks the tension. Y/N walks over to Jin and held his hand, making both her parents looks at her with a warning.

"Why should I? You probably already know anyway. I love him," she takes a stand, openly defying her parents.

"Y/N, this is unacceptable! How can you date someone like... him behind our backs!" Her father raised his voice, not believing his daughter bold answer. When did she learn how to defy them?

"What do you mean Dad? What do you mean by someone like him?" Y/N growled. How dare her father insulted the only man that actually cares for her. Oh, she knows exactly what her father meant but the way he said it just makes her wants to riled him up even more.

"Y/N... its okay," Jin tried to calm her down by her side.

"No its not Jin. How can he talk about you like that? You are the only man in my lonely life that truly cares about me. That really sees me for me, not as some prize," Y/N insisted as she held Jin's hand tighter, turning to face him with anger in her eyes.

"That's enough Y/N," her mother finally speaks up. Her mother never say much during times like this, but when she did, Y/N knows she meant it. "And you," her father turned to face Jin with rage in my eyes. "I think I have told you multiple times to stay away from my daughter! Why are you still here?"

Her father's statement shocked Y/N to to the core. Multiple times? Have they met each other before? How long exactly has her father known about them?

"Wait..m..multiple times?" Y/N shifed her gaze back and forth from her father to Jin. Her father only looks back with fire in his eyes as Jin lowered his eyes, not wanting to catch Y/N's. "Jin?"

"Your.. your father has send his men a few times to see me before Y/N. To ask me to stop seeing you. He offered to pay me off at first, but I didnt accept it. I love you too much for that," Jin explained quietly. Y/N's mouth opened in shocked. She would never imagined her father would stooped that low just to ensure that she is married off to some wealthy family. Doesnt he care about her happiness at all? Cant he see how happy Jin is making her?

"Dad, how could you?!" Tears starts to pricked her eyes as she tried to blink them back, but to no avail. Her heart hurts too much to think that her own father would do this. Her father steps closer to her and kneeled down to her level.

"Y/N, please trust me. I did what I have to do to ensure you get what's best for you sweetheart," he glanced at Jin. "And he is not it. You might think that you love him now but it will all pass. Celebrities like him will only play you honey. They will leave you the moment something better came around," he continued as he glared towards Jin who has now stood up, gritting his teeth.

"No, we love each other Dad," Y/N shakes her head.

"I dont mean to be rude Sir, but I think you underestimate the love I felt for your daughter," Jin finally take a stand. How can he just stand by when her father just accused him of not loving Y/N as much as he did? To that Y/N's mother stood up and walked towards them with a purpose, rolling her eyes.

"Listen here young man. I know boys like you. You are well known and good looking, and dating Y/N is only a challenge for you. To date the princess that nobody can get. Isnt that right? You will get bored of her once you get your fill!"

"Excuse me Ma'am, but you dont know me!" Jin grabbef Y/N's hand and held it tight, much to her parent's displeasure. "I'm not like that. I truly love your daughter," he turns to Y/N. "Baby, please believe me. I love you. I love eveything about you and nothing is going to change that. Not even this," Jin gave her a small smile. Y/N tighten her the grip of her hand that is holding his and smile back. Looking at Jin now, she believes that they will get through everything.

Y/N's mother scoffed at the affection displayed in front of her. "Ah stupid young love. So refreshing," she mocked. "Lets see if you are still going to stand by her side if it will ruined your beloved... what is it called again? Bangtan?"

"What?" Jin's head turned so fast the moment he heard his group's name. They can do anything to him and he is willing to take it, but whay is he supposed to do if they are involving the rest of the boys? Bangtan means everything to him. They are his family. They had gone so much together. He would never let his brothers get hurt because of him.

"Im giving you a chance now Seokjin. Leave Y/N and I will make sure your Bangtan Boys will continue to succeed. But... if you still choose to stay with your foolish feelings, then I have no choice but to make some calls and by day break tomorrow, everything you and your little friends has worked for all these years will be gone. Bangtan will no longer be accepted in industry nor will any of you will be able to start anew. I'll make sure of it," the elder woman smile in flourish, flashing such an evil smile.

"Mother, please no!" Y/N is full on crying now. She knows what her family is capable of doing. Even with a single flick, a life can be ruined. And she also know how much Bangtan means to Jin. He talks about them often, how he loves each and everyvone of them like his own little brother. Tbere is no way they are going to win this war.

Her mother ignored her daughter's plea, keeping her ice cold stare on Jin. "Make a decision Seokjin. And you better make a wise one," she smirked. Seokjin closes his eyes and inhale. He has never encountered someone so evil before. How can he choose from the two most important thing in his life? He turned to Y/N and see her crying uncontrollably, and in that moment he realizes that Y/N knows him well enough to already know what's he's decision going to be. A decision that will ultimately breaks her heart.

"Y/N..."

"No!" She ran out from the great hall and Jin followed after her instantly, only to found her sitting and crying on the large staircase in the middle of the mansion.

And I was crying on the staircase Begging you, please, don't go And I said, "Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

Looking at the love of his life sobbing her heart out, face wet with tears and shoulders shaking breaks Jin's heart into pieces, but he know he have to do what needs to be done. He cant be selfish. He wont let his brothers suffer just because he wants to keep Y/N in his life, and her parents left her with no other choice. Why does with all the woman in the world, he has to fall in love with someone he cant have?

Jin sat down beside her on the staircase, taking her hand.

"Y/N..."

"Please dont leave me Jin..." Y/N begged through her tears, her voice sounded so broken it tore into Jin's heart, making his own eyes start to water.

"Y/N... I'm sorry. Im really really sorry," he sniffled. "But I have to,"

"Please Jin. I cant live without you. I just cant," Y/N starts to choke in her tears that just seems to increased.

"Baby... I'm so so sorry. But I cant do that to them,"

"How about me? How am I supposed to live without you? Why are you leaving me here? Caged in this prison?" She wailed, her heart breaking even further by the second.

"I'm.. I'm sorry baby,"

"Take me with you," her eyes wide as she makes the request, hands holding each other tight, heart filled with hope.

"Wh..what?"

"Take me with you Jin. I will follow you. Take me away from here. Take me away so we can be alone, happy together. Please Jin," she plead. Jin almost give in to her request. Spending a lifetime with her without her parents interference sounds heavenly to him. But he cant be selfish. If he do that now, he will just be ruining her life. She needs her parents' support one way or another. She might not see it now but Jin knows she will regret it in the future if he tske her away from them. He needs to stay strong. He needs to be the rock in their fragile relationship.

"Baby, you know you cant. I cant,"

"Jin..." Jin cupped her face, wet eyes staring into another.

"I'll come back for you one day Y/N. Wait for me. I swear to you that I will come back for you. You are my princess and we will have our fairytale ending Y/N. I love you so much," he leaned in and gave her one last long kiss before standing up and exited the mansion, leaving Y/N as a crying mess alone on the staircase.

So I sneak out to the garden to see you We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while

True to his word, Jin didnt contact Y/N again after that day, making her parents very satisfied and somewhat surprised that the young man actually kept his promise. Looks like using Bangtan really does the trick. Although heartbroken, Y/N held on to Jin's last words to her, that he will come back. She didnt know if it means a year or a thousand years from now, but for Jin, she's willing to wait forever.

Her parents, on the other hands, takes Jin's silenced as a sign that they were right. As days passes by, they keep on reminding Y/N that Jin's love for her is not real, and it can simply be overshadowed by his love for his career. But Y/N knew better. She believes in Jin. She believes in the love that shone from his eyes when he look at her.

On one of the days that she misses him too much, Yumi, a sneaky little friend that she is, cooked up a plan to sneaked the two of them out to a see Jin as Bangtan is having a small concert, a collaboration with other artists on one cold night.

"You can just say you went for the other band if your parents find out," Yumi reasoned as she coaxed Y/N to go through with her plans. Its not that Y/N didnt want to see Jin. She almost died from missing him so much, she really wants to see him again, but she is afraid of the consequences of her actions would bring to Jin and his members.

"First of all, its not if Yumi. They will find out. Second," Y/N held out a second finger. "Do you think they are stupid? Of course they would know I went there to see Jin!"

"Yeah. But you parents says you cant date him. They didnt say you cant go to their concert! Afterall, your parents loves it when you are out socialising with other chaebols!" Y/N ponders on Yumi's reasoning. She got a point. Her parents might be the definition of evil, but they react with facts and common sense. As long as she went to the concert as a fan and not as a date, her parents cant stop her from going. Afterall, Yumi is right. They love it when she mingles with other heirs.

"Okay, I'm in," Y/N declared as Yumi clapped her hands in glee.

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"Y/N? Wh.. what are you doing here?" Jin was startled when he entered the waiting room when the staff told him someone is waiting for him there after the show to see the face he missed the most sitting there, patiently waiting for him. She smile at him and Jin almost stopped breathing at her beauty.

"I wanted to see you," she stood up and without warning engulfed Jin in a tight embraced and captured his lips with her. After he recovered his initial shock, he immediately closes his eyes and kisses her back, pouring all the longing he felt all this while for her. After they broke the kiss, Y/N grinned at him.

"I miss you," she whispered.

"I miss you more. You have no idea baby," Jin whispered back as he continue to kiss all over face and her neck, taking in her scent. Y/N took his hand and lead him outside, to a more dark and hidden garden.

"Come with me. But we have to be quiet. I dont know who's watching me. And we are dead if they find us," despite the warning, Y/N still flashed him a smile so beautiful, making his heart soared like crazy.

God, he miss her. He miss her so much.

They finally lay down on the green grass, staring at the stars, hands never leaving each other.

"How much time do we have?" Jin softly asked. He wished they have forever. Just to stay like this. Just to enjoy the sound of each other's breathing.

"Not much..." Y/N replied sadly. "But close your eyes Jinnie. Lets just pretend that its just you and me here. Lets pretend that we are not here but in our own world," Jin can hear the smile in her voice as he smile back. Maybe he will. Just this once, he will let himself imagined that they are living in a world where they can be together. Just this once, he will escape this cruel world.

Romeo save me, they're trying to tell me how to feel This love is difficult, but it's real Don't be afraid, we'll make it out of this mess

After just enjoying each other's presence in a comfortable silence, Y/N speaks up.

"You know... they are trying to convinced me that you really left me. That you never really loved me at all," she said quietly. Jin immediately raised himself on his elbows and turned to looked at Y/N.

"Do you believe them?"

Y/N took a moment to reply, making Jin anxious. Did he made a mistake? Did he make Y/N not trust him anymore?

"I almost did... but then I remembered our time together. And I know you cant possibly fake the love I felt from you," she turned her head towards him and smile. Jin exhale in relief.

"I love you Y/N. There was not a second goes by when I'm not with you that I didnt think about how to come back to you," he traced the outline of her beautiful face and run his thumb on her lips. "I know its difficult right now. I know you cant truly see how much you mean to me, but trust me, what I felt for you is real. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you that night and my feelings never ceased. You are the greatest thing that could ever happen to me Y/N," Y/N didnt say anything to Jin's heartfelt confession, instead she leaned in and pulled him for a kiss. They only broke the kiss when they are finally desperate for air and Jin turned his gazed towards her eyes. "Sometimes I'm afraid that you will finally get tired of fighting for us, for me and give up. Because I know you deserve better than this. Better than me," Jin confessed in a quiet voice, a confession that Y/N didnt expect. She never knew Jin felt that way when all along she always thought she was the one who didnt deserve someone as perfect as him.

"Dont be afraid Jinnie. I will love you forever. We will make it through. We will get through this mess and live happily together one day," she smile at him, calming his anxious heart. "Till then, remember that you are my prince and I will always be your princess,"

The moment was broken when Yumi texted Y/N, telling her its finally time to leave. With heavy heart they made it back to the waiting room where Jin gave her one last long kiss.

"Wait for me Y/N. It wont be long now. I will come for you. I swear I will come for you. I love you princess," was the last words he said before they untangled their fingers within each other grasps and Y/N ran back to where Yumi is waiting.

I got tired of waiting Wondering if you were ever coming around My faith in you was fading

Jin and his members went on tour not long after that, making Y/N miss him even more. What's worse is that he never seems to call or text her at all, or even replied one of hers. Yes, maybe Jin is afraid of the consequences if her parents found out, but dont he miss her at all?

Is all his promises of love just a blatant lie?

Y/N hearts ached everytime he saw the news and it shows some interviews of Jin and his group members, laughing and making jokes. He looks happy and well, the total opposite of what Y/N is feeling. She reached for the remote and clicked the off button, no longer wanting to see the face she misses so much looking happy and completely fine without her.

Has he given up on her?

Did Jin forget about her?

Is he ever going to come back for her?

Y/N closes her eyes and her tears trickled down her face, and this time she let it flow, no longer bothering to hide how broken she's feeling. She took out her phone and with the last of her strength, she send Jin one last text.

I still love you Jin. But how about you?

Jin sighed as he read the text that he just received. He wanted nothing more than to reply to her text and tell her that he loves her more than anything. That he buried himself in his dance and music just so he can try to stop thinking about her, which of course, never works.

Jin knows Y/N's faith in him is fading, but this is the deal he has made to win his love back. Hidden from Y/N's knowledge, Jin has met up with her father one last time before he went off for tour after discussing the issue with the boys. Supportive as they are, the boys convinced Jin that they believed in their teamwork and effort and no one could bring them down if their fans still believes in them. Even if Y/N's parents decide to bring them down, they will rise again from the ashes. They are sure of it. They told him to go ahead and fight for his love. Surprised by his determination and confidence, to still fight for his daughter even after threatening him with the biggest threat they could muster, Y/N's father finally decides to give Jin one final test before he can be deem good enough for his daughter. He was not to contact Y/N for the duration of 6 months, which is the length of his tour, and if by the time he came back the two is still sure about their feelings, then Y/N's father will give his permission for Jin to finally marry his daughter if he chose to do so.

Y/N's father is convinced that their young love wont last that long. Jin will get bored and find someone else during their tour, especially when he is always surrounded by beautiful girls throwing themselves at him, and Y/N... well, he has no other choice but to make his daughter learn the hard way, that modern days Romeo are more dangerous and is out to break your heart into pieces in a blink of an eye.

Little did he know how wrong he was. How Jin is counting every single second that passes by for him to go back into Y/N's arms again.

Please wait for me baby. Just a little bit more.

"Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never come Is this in my head? I don't know what to think"

Y/N sat crossed leg on the sand as she watches the waves crashes the shore. She has finally given up. It has been six months and she didnt hear anything from Jin. She is sure that he has move on by now. She sat as her tears once again flow as the happy memories spend with Jin at this very beach during the early stage of their relationship came back to her.

There is no point remembering someone that doesnt remember you.

As she blinked back the tears, promising that this is the last time she would cry for him, she felt a someone standing behind her. Afraid, she turned around cautiously only to see Jin's broad figure sheilding her from the sun, smiling down at her, giving her his hand to help her up on her feet. Y/N blinked a few times, not sure if its really him or is she finally hallucinating from missing him too much as she reached up to him.

"Are... are you really here?" Jin laughs at her adorable question.

"Yes Y/N. Its me. Im back. Im really here," he said as he grabbed her hands and placed it on his broad chest, making Y/N feel his thumping heart. Y/N couldnt help but let her tears fall once again when she saw the face she love and miss so much. Too much.

"Where have you been?" She sobbed and hit his chest. "Why do you leave me with not even a single word?"

Jin grabbed her tiny hands to stopped her from hitting him.

"Im sorry baby,"

"I dont forgive you!" She yelled between her sobs, making Jin smile at how adorable she is. "I have been feeling so alone. Where have you been," she sobbed again, more like a statement rather than a question. "I keep waiting for you to reply. To say something, anything to show that you still want me, still love me. But you didnt say anything!" Y/N is now full on sobbing and Jin pulled her in his embraced. One day he's going to explain to her why he did what he did, but not today. Today, he has something more important to do.

"Is it just me? Am I only imagining your love for me? Is it in my head? Did you not love me anymore?" Y/N continued to wailed when Jin didnt say anything, tiny hands keeps hitting his chest again.

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone I love you and that's all I really know I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

Without saying a word, Jin knelt down on the sandy beach, holding Y/N's hand.

"Baby, princess, Y/N..." he calls out softly, making Y/N stopped her sobbing and looked at him with wide eyes. "One day I will answer all your questions. Every single one of them, but not today, not right now" he smile, making her confused.

"Today I want to tell you how you make me feel. How your beauty never ceased to amazed me. How you own my heart since the moment you catch my eye from the thousand other people in the crowd, from the way you make me laugh that makes my heart beats faster, how you always make me want to be a better person, how you always make me feel loved. Y/N, I love you so much that I dont think even the word love is enough to describe my feelings for you. I will fight for you forever. I will do anything to be yours," he finally take out a diamond ring from his pocket and presented it to her, making Y/N gasps.

"I want to love you forever, but for now, I will just start with today. Y/N, will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

"Oh Jinnie," Y/N's grinned is so big it stretched across her face as tears are cascading fiercely down her face. But this time, its tears of happiness for sure.

"I had a deal with you father Y/N, and he finally approved of us," he finally explained softly. Y/N was surprised to say the least.

"You... you really did that for me?"

"I told you I would do anything for you. And I mean it baby. I love you. I love you so much, I dont think I know how to do anything else Y/N," he smile so wide at her, hands still grasping hers.

"So baby, will you just say yes already?"

Y/N laughs and sniffled her tears away.

"Yes Kim Seokjin, yes!"

'Cause we were both young when I first saw you.

Y/N smile at the memory as she felt a pair of hands hugging her waist from behind, kissing her neck.

"What is my beautiful wife thinking about?"

"I was thinking about our younger days. How we first met. And what we've been through to be this happy. Our own love story," Y/N tilted her head to give her husband a peck.

"Ah the good times," Jin grins as he kiss the top of her head.

"Of all the amazing love story out there, I still love our story the most," Jin turns her around, still keepinf his arms around her waist, to face him as he continues to give her pecks on the forehead.

"Well, why dont we continue to write our story then? I think Seokmin needs a new baby sister," he winks and laughs when Y/N's face turns red with embarassament, slapping him in the arms. "My amazing, adorable wife. I love you so much Y/N. You are really the greatest love story to me,"

Y/N looks up to her beloved husband and kiss him. "I love you too Kim Seokjin, you will always be my favorite love story,"

A/N: As ususal, if you like it keep more requests coming in guys <3

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