#every night she would pick a random fan in the crowd to get a selfie with

[titsthedamnseason]

i had a dream where i was on vacation (i think in germany?) and the eras tour was passing through and since this was my dream the tickets actually weren’t impossible to get and were ALL general admission (not in terms of standing room only, but like you could sit anywhere in the stadium first come first serve style) and so without even buying tickets, my sister and i snuck into row one of lower bowl and also it should be known that since it was my dream, this was the first international show. taylor opened with i forgot that you existed (i intuitively knew that this was you need to calm down’s replacement even though it was the opener?) and after that i don’t remember much except when she was wearing the green folklore dress she got like airlifted right to us and took a selfie with both my sister and i 🥲 it was a strange but very fun dream

[shhhlikeme]

I ALMOST NEVER SEE ANYONE WRITE ABOUT ARAN SO IM JUMPING IN- ;-; Can I ask for his girl helping him relieve some stress, massaging him and his hands then just a nice cuddle session after..? also Ive been shy to hop in but hi you're pretty and Id love to be friends with you ;-;

UMMM A BIG ACCOUNT LIKE YOURS THAT JUST REACHED 1.25K followers (congrats beb!!) peeps my work ?? And compliments me + gave me my first Aran requestttt ?!

*faints*

I feel like this is a proposal and the answer is YES boo 💍🥰 friendssss 🥺🤗

Anyway I hope you like it newest friend💞

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Some Aran Ojiro x Reader Romance 😩🌹

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you and your boyfriend Aran haven’t been able to see eachother much in the past year at all

He just made the Japan National Team which meant he was practicing and travelling all the time

You two keep up with nightly Facetime dates every night which is great but he almost always falls asleep on you in the first 20 minutes

sleepy muffin that we love so much

You don’t blame him considering his training regimen.

When he wakes up he’s literally talking your ear off apologizing because he feels like a shit boyfriend for falling asleep every time

“I did it again and I know you say it’s fine but it’s not. I’m so sorry Y/N. When I get home, I promise I’ll make it up to you baby girl, I promise. Have a great day Queen and remember I’ll be home to spoil you in 10 days. You’re not ready. I love you! Peace!”

As you lay in your empty bed the next morning, you just smile at the video of him apologizing to you while he is running around his hotel room to get ready for morning practice

Your man works so hard but he never fails to make sure he’s the first thing you see when you wake up and the last person you see before you fall asleep. It’s endearing

He is super super busy being a professional athlete but that doesn’t stop him from making you feel special in the little and big ways

Sometimes, he orders you breakfast or dinner from your favourite brunch or sushi spot that you two like to go to so that he can put a smile on your face when he’s travelling

All he asks in return is a cute selfie of you in your pjs and messy bun with the food and that is the only thank you he needs

Seriously send it though or he’ll spam your phone lol

Can I tell you a funny story related to your mans sweet foodie gestures?

Okay so One random night last weekend.....

You heard a knock on the door of your condo and you quickly paused your Netflix movie to dust the popcorn crumbs off Aran’s t-shirt you were wearing

You opened the door excitedly thinking it might be another Uber Eats surprise from your boyfriend but instead you see a grumpy looking Osamu standing in the delivery guys place

“Your boyfriend is annoying.” Osamu deadpanned as he glanced at you once before letting himself in.

“Uh, Nice to see you.....too, Osamu-san.”

Samu murmured something in response grumpily and went over to your kitchen island to place down a large brown paper bag.

“Stupid professional volleyball playing friend and brother,” He muttered under his breath. You watched him take out lots of food from his restaurant from your spot by the door, by the look (and amazing smell) of it the bag was packed with all your favourites. You were thrilled even though the grey haired boy in your kitchen wasn’t.

“Look at me! I’m Aran. My stupid Uber Eats app won’t work from mutant-spider Australia so instead of just chilling like a normal person I call and beg my very handsome and very successful restaurant-owner friend to make my girlfriend all her favourite dishes and drive them over in the middle of a rain storm. A rain storm!”

You held your ground back at the door (knowing good and well not to get in the way of Samu when he was in one of his signature bitchy moods) as a smile crept on your face. It felt like someone was squeezing your heart as you watched Osamu comfortably rummage through your cabinets and find your dishes. He plated your food beautifully like the professional chef he is, all while mumbling angrily under his breath about his quote unquote “Simp of a best friend.”

When he was done with the food, Osamu also pulled out a bottle of your favourite wine from his restaurant that only Aran knows about and poured you a glass perfectly, swaying the liquid around first to make sure it was rich. Satisfied but still annoyed, Osamu cleaned his restaurant’s paper bag contents away and then walked over to your spot on the couch to take a handful of popcorn. Still a grump, he met you back at the door.

Samu looked down at you with the irritated expression you’ve become accustomed to over the years.

“Aran also told me to give you this.” He deadpanned before leaning down to kiss the top off your head then left. You smiled, unable to stop bubbling over in giggles because you knew Aran just added that to annoy his affection-challenged best friend. You poked your head out to the hallway of your condo building, seeing Osamu’s retreating figure you sang:

“Thank you, Samuuuuuu! 🎶”

Effectively adding to his annoyance just like your boyfriend would have wanted you to.

Without looking back, Osamu just lifted up a cool peace sign that your boyfriend and the two brothers were notorious for.

That trio, man.

dinner that night was the best you’ve had in forever

Not only was it delicious but

You realized that very night that your boyfriend was the most remarkable human in the world and you didn’t deserve him

You checked your phone as you sipped your wine because you received several texts from your boy asking where his picture of you eating is and also asking how funny Samu’s reaction was

You giggled as you read the text and then you had an idea! 💡

You put down your phone and quickly changed into some lacy lingerie for the picture:

Your boyfriend always asked for simple ‘rates PG’ pics because he loved to see you bare faced and wearing his big clothes. It was so cute to him.

he would make each new picture you sent his two backgrounds on his phone and he relished in the fact that you were so beautiful when you didn’t try

You knew this, but you also knew that your man deserved a little ‘sumn sumn’ for making tonight so special for you 😉

You put on a little sultry makeup to go with your sexy number and went back to the kitchen to your food and wine

You took a much sexier picture than he would ever expect

Actually you chose to send him a boomerang:

one of your hair slightly disheveled and your tits basically out despite the lacy cover. You pressed the wine glass to your red lips and winked in the boomerang, wiggling your hips ever so seductively

•••

in a luxurious hotel in Australia, your stunning boyfriend just finished his shower in his hotel room

He dried his face with a towel and opened his iMessage app on his phone... effectively ignoring the:

“🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼it’s done.🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼”

text from his best friend Osamu and clicking your name instead

Aran swiped left on his phone hoping to see another cute picture of his girlfriend being sent to him that makes his day the brightest but what he actually sees instead almost makes him drop his phone out of his wet hands

No Deadass he almost dropped it! it slipped out of his hands 4 times

His heart beating because of his phone but mostly because you were the finest woman he’s ever seen, he replays your sexy boomerang 30 times, literally engraving every detail about you into his mind. If his teammates weren’t so nosy he’d love to make what you just sent him his background on his phone......but that wouldn’t work

He really treasured you and what you sent though. For Aran, the next 9 days at this Global Tournament could not go by fast enough.

Aran’s never asked for naughty pictures from you not once because he doesn’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with, but seeing that you did it on your own, of course it made him want to skip his National game tomorrow just to fly back and make love to you all night then rub your back the way you like until you fell asleep

Mans is in LOVE, you feel me?

He wanted to show you just how treasured you are for sticking by his side through all this travelling shit. He wanted you to always know you were his queen even if he was miles away

So, by you sending this sexy Boomerang and treating him like a King even though you didn’t have to, your man fell even harder for you

He had so much planned when he came home like always: spoil you with a shopping trip with your girls, a romantic spa trip for you both and a trip to the amusement park, but it seemed so far away now

Frowning, Aran texted you back a paragraph telling you how beautiful you are and how lucky he was to have you in his life for a plethora of reasons

He Facetime’d you for the expected classic 20 minutes while you wore that lingerie BUT he actually stayed up for 36 minutes because he was fighting sleep like a damn boxer. He wanted to see you... but of course his fatigue got the better of him and he fell asleep with a big smile on his face because you whispered goodnight

•••

the next day, after sleeping in, Aran woke up for his first tournament game and did all of his pre-game rituals which included calling you, and his best friends Kita & the twins.

He proceeded to his 6:00pm game as planned in the grand court of Sydney.

Aran sweetly signed autographs and Jerseys with his name on it that fans and little kids eagerly presented to him before and after the game that they had won.

“Mr. Ran’! Mr. ‘Ran! Volleybwall is my most favouritest sport to pway , too! Can I have hug???” Asked a particularly bouncy little African-Australian girl in the crowd. Aran glances at the dad for permission and upon granting Aran nodded kindly and picked up the toddler so she was propped up on his hip. The girl wrapped her miniature arms around the big volleyball star’s neck and squeezed tightly. Aran chuckled in his deep voice, exclaiming an “Ow! You’re a strong one, aren’t you? A future Ace for sure.” The little girl gasped at her idols words and hugged him harder. The dad had to literally rip her out of Ojiro’s arms because she didn’t want to let go.

“Don’t break the volleyball player, honey. They’re sore.” Said the father to his daughter.

Aran reached in his gym bag to collect a clean tournament shirt from his bag and handed it to the hysterically crying little girl. “Sore is an understatement. But....here, ‘future Ace.’ When you make the National Women’s Team and I’m the one at one of your games, maybe you can give it back to me.”

The little girl’s whole life was made as she immediately stopped crying and smiled widely, hugging the shirt close to her chest as if it might disappear if she let go.

Because he was a teddy bear and wanted to sign as many kids memorabilia as possible, plus give the youth encouraging messages....Aran usually stayed an hour or two later than the other players after their away games. Telling his teammates to go on ahead back to their hotel without him

HE’S PERFECT 😩

Sore as hell and more tired than ever after his big games, he picked up his phone to call you on his way back to the hotel

He loved hearing your voice it was so soothing to him

No answer. He tried 5 times.

Thinking you were probably working hard from home, Ojiro dragged his feet past the hotel concierge and used all of his slumped body weight to push open the door to his hotel room.

He didn’t remember it being this dark in here or even shutting off the lights when he left, but being too tired to care he dropped his huge bag on the floor, gripping his aching shoulder as he took one step to the right to flip on the lights

When he did, he had to rub his sleepy eyes because he couldn’t believe what he saw

“Y-Y/N?!”

Standing in the middle of his hotel room, you smiled brightly and ran to your boyfriend, wrapping your legs around his waist in a koala hug. You wore that lacy number you used in the picture you sent him last night. Your man stumbled back from the impact and overall surprise but once he was stable he hugged you back tightly.

“Oh my God, you look incredible, what-what are you doing here?!” He asked, still in disbelief.

You pecked his lips and jumped down. “After last night I missed you so much. So I just called into work, booked a 9-hour direct flight and now I’m here! I’m staying for the rest of the tournament. Hi, handsome!!!!” You had so much happiness and light in your eyes that it literally woke up your boyfriend by contentment, even though he was just on the verge of collapsing on his bed from fatigue minutes ago.

He grabbed your face softly in his large hands and tilted your head up towards his to give you a proper kiss, letting you know how happy he was through the kiss.

You pulled away. “Whoa! Someone’s happy to see me!” You poked his tummy.

“An understatement—Wait, what is that?” Finally looking away from your face for the first time since he entered his room, Aran looked behind you in awe. There was a rather large massage table set up in the centre of his suite.

“Oh, that old thing?!” You questioned playfully as you jogged over to the big table and showcased it with your hands like a Wheel of Fortune prize girl. “I tried to book a massage for you for tomorrow because I know you always forget, but they were all booked obviously so I just asked the guy downstairs—after name dropping you—if they could bring this up and they had no problem with it!”

Aran looked at you incredulously so you continued. “Lay down, babe. I know you must be sore after your game. I ordered food for you too but they said it will be up here in an hour and a half. So, I’ll get out some of your kinks now, we’ll eat, and then I can massage you more until you fall asleep.”

Aran couldn’t believe this was happening.

“But you just got off a flight, Y/N! You must be tired, too! I couldn’t possibly—“

You gave your boyfriend your best Osamu impression with your seriously annoyed frown. “Aran. You do everything in your power to make sure that I’m feeling more than amazing every single day even when you are halfway across the world. So now since I’m a mere halfway across the room, I want to do this for you. Please. Let me return the favour.”

Feeling too tired to bicker and knowing you meant business, your big man gave in. He removed his shirt when you asked and settled face down on the comfortable table.

You put on some soft r&b and took out the essential oils you bought from the spa and began to give your man a sensual but remarkable rub down, taking immense care in soothing his muscle pain in his legs and back

You listened for his groans when you reached particularly sensitive spots on his back and spent a lot more time in those areas

When you were massaging his shoulders you made sure to lean down every few minutes to kiss the side of his neck and Aran would sigh in delight every time.

“Y/N. I know you want to get all of my kinks out and trust me this feels amazing, but, if you keep kissing me dressed like that I’ll stop this massage to make love to you on this table. Okay?”

You giggled and smacked his booty.

“Kay.” 😇

When the food came, you and Aran opted to sit on the couch and eat, feeding eachother and kissing and just being all cute n shit—🙄

A/N: Can you tell how jealous I am?

After dinner and your night routines, you told your baby to give you his hands in bed.

you lotioned them in between your smaller ones and gave him a long, much desired, kneading hand massage in the pitch black room until he was on the verge of falling asleep.

“I love you, Y/N.” whispered Ojiro, his deep voice slower because he was half asleep. “Please be here when I wake up....” He whispered before succumbing to a deep slumber.

You stopped your massage, kissed both of his hands and cuddled into his warm body.

“I’ll be here when you wake up, Aran.” You closed your eyes too, feeling sleep wash over you as well.... “I’ll always be here.”

[stardustintheabyss]

“I’ve seen you before”

Oikawa x fem!reader

Sum: Taking a deep breath, letting down your guard, getting out of your comfort zone. Opening the wall you built around your heart a long time ago.

You let Oikawa Tooru in.

But was it a mistake?

Warnings: swearing because I have no r e s t r a i n t. Insecurity, bullying. Oikawa being a dumbass. Angst and fluff. Small spoiler at the end.

Word count: A lot, it’s....it’s long. My stupid tablet doesn't have word count capabilities

A/n: this is based on a dream I had. How dare the dream gods give me oikawa and not my husbando(s) tendou(kirishima) 😩 and I write to get scenarios out of my head before they drive me insane

Well at least he's pretty

ok I 💫may💫 have fallen a little while writing this

It had been a long weekend of practice and homework for Oikawa. So what better way to zoneout and relax before bed on Sunday night then scroll through his instagram feed.

He'd been scrolling through random sunset photos when he suddenly saw your face in the 'suggested for you' section. Your picture was of you with what he assumed was your cat perched on your shoulder. It was cute. You were cute.

And you did look familiar. Yes, he has seen you before. He's seen you at school. You're always by yourself, reading a book or on your phone sitting on a bench by the front gates.

He tapped on your photo. He started looking through your posts. Landscapes, food, your cute cat, flowers, sunsets, your family. Is what you mostly posted.

Then he came across the rare selfie.

He was wrong. You weren't just cute.

You were breathtakingly beautiful.

How had he not seen that at school?

You were looking off to the side, a small shy smile on your lips. Sunlight and cherry blossom petals in your wild wind blown hair.

He saw that you were online.

He wanted to talk to you and he didn't have the patience to wait until tomorrow at school.

Hey I've seen you before. You go to Aoba Johsai right?

A message popped up on your phone. One from Aoba Johsai's resident pretty boy and captain of the volleyball club. Oikawa Tooru. What the fuck? You weren't one of his pathetic fan girls that fawned all over him. You never cared for the drama that followed the popular crowd. And in all honestly he kind of repulsed you because of the way he let his ego be stroked. You saw him as a pompous ass. You've never shown any kind of interest in the setter. So why was he messaging you of all people? But curiosity got the better of you and you wrote back. Not like he's gonna talk to you at school anyway. He's popular and you're a loner. Two different worlds.

You know that sounds creepy right? But yes.

I'm just trying to be friendly 😔

I've seen that you sit mostly by yourself and thought you could use a friend 😁

You snorted. Maybe he wasn't as bad as you thought. Still, you didn't want to be too friendly towards him.

I don't care for hs drama but thanks for your chivalry ig 🙄

At this moment your college aged sister begged you to help with one of her cosmetology classes that's due tomorrow. Eyelash extensions. You don't wear makeup but she's your sister and she's giving you puppy dog eyes. You sighed, "Fine." Forgetting to exit out of your messages, you set your phone down, ready to be put through hell.

"Thanks sis! Okay I just need you to lay down and relax." While she got to work the messages on your phone went unnoticed by you.

I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, promise 😅

Y/l/n?

You there?

I'm REALLY sorry!

It's rude to leave people on read yk

Please ?

Y/l/n-chan?

Oikawa was panicking. He didn't mean to piss you off...and now he might have lost his chance to be your friend...or more maybe?

Trying to face time couldn't hurt right?

It just rang. And rang. And rang.

You didn't pick up.

Please. Y/n I'm truly sorry. Sometimes my mouth gets the better of me and I don't think about what I say. I just meant I'd like to be your friend. If you'd let me?

"All finished, babe." Your sister said. "You're looking gorgeous! If I do say so myself." She took a quick after picture for her class.

You grimaced. You never thought of yourself as pretty let alone gorgeous. "Thanks, I guess. Not one to toot your own horn, huh?"

She just rolled her eyes. " Your phone has been pinging like crazy by the way." Wiggling her eyebrows, "Talking to a boy? My baby sis, all grown up."

"W-what?" You stuttered, picking up your phone. 8 messages and 1 face time call. All from the setter captain. It must be your imagination because in the last message he sounded...flustered? You didn't notice the soft smile that graced your lips. But your annoying sister did.

"Oikawa. Isn't he some volleyball big shot at your school? Y/n, is that a smile I see?" She grinned from over your shoulder, seeing the messages.

"I-. Yes. He is." Furrowing your brows. Denying the truth, "And no, I am not smiling."

"Mmhm. Sooo you going to have a new 'friend' or what."

Your self consciencesness got the better of you. "Why would he want to be my friend? He's him and I'm...me." You bit your lip.

"You idiot. You really don't give yourself enough credit. Your smart, have a kind heart and you are beautiful. You just don't let yourself see it. Let someone in." She whispered in your ear giving you a hug.

You sighed. You believed that your sister believed in what she was saying...but years of middle school bullying ingrained into your heart and mind don't disappear overnight. "I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed. 'Night sis."

"Good night y/n."

Getting ready for bed you looked in the mirror. You had a tiny smile, your sister was right, the lashes did look great.

It was late but right before you drifted off to sleep you sent Oikawa a message.

Sorry. I'm not mad, I was helping my sister with something...

Taking a deep breath, letting down your guard, getting out of your comfort zone.

Opening the wall you built around your heart a long time ago.

You let Oikawa Tooru in.

...I wouldn't mind having a friend

The next day

He woke up to two new messages from you. He had tried staying up, waiting for a reply back but he must have fallen asleep. His phone still in his hand.

Sorry. I'm not mad, I was helping my sister with something...

...I wouldn't mind having a friend.

A wide sleepy smile came across his face. Just about the time he was going to dm you his phone died. Where's my damn charger? He started rifling through everything, turning his room upside down. The last place he had it was...the locker room.

"Dammit!" He would just have to see you at school. He quickly got ready to go meet Iwa-chan and walk to school.

You weren't necessarily disappointed that Oikawa hadn't replied yet. Even though you had lowered your walls, you set the bar pretty low on expectations. Especially on a friendship with him. But that didn't stop you from being a little excited to see him. You were sitting in your favorite spot at school, reading. Same thing you did every day. It was on a small stone bench in the shade of a cherry tree near the entrance. Abruptly you heard a chorus of squealing. You've learned throughout high school this meant Oikawa had stepped on campus, Iwaizumi reluctantly in tow.

You smiled and waved.

He didn't see. But you didn't know that. 

You thought he was ignoring you. Your smile faded. Last night must have been some prank. It wouldn't have been the first time someone decided it would be funny to play with you like a toy. You never should have listened to your sister and let your guard down.

Tears started to prick your eyes. You shut them tightly, willing them to not fall.

You were not going to cry over Oikawa fucking Tooru.

You grabbed you bag and headed to your classroom.

He had seen you get off the bench and walk towards the building. He tried making his way to you but there was just too many girls blocking him. Letting out a frustrated breath he waved his hand and yelled, "Y/l/n-chan!"

You didn't hear him.

Upset he couldn't get to you he said the only thing he could think of to get all these girls to back off for once. "I have a girlfriend, so could you please respect that." He didn't see the crazy girls make a connection between what he said about having a girlfriend and yelling your name.

He didn't realize he just put a target on your back.

At lunch

You were spinning the dial to your locker getting your lunch when you were shoved against it. You turned around and was met with several angry looking girls. Eyes darting between them. Your fight or flight instincts kicking in.

But nobody ever mentions the third option, which is what happened.

You froze.

"This is her?" Some girl sneered.

What were they talking about? You'd never done anything to these girls. You'd always kept to yourself, ensuring a situation like this wouldn't happen.

"She's not even pretty." Said another taking a sip from her juice carton.

"I bet it's just some joke. He wouldn't be with some fat worthless nobody." The girl who seemed to be the leader said as she pushed you to the ground.

Ignoring the tears starting to run down your cheeks and swallowing the lump forming in your throat, "What are you talking about?"

"Wow, Oikawa has himself a stupid girlfriend." said the leader.

"G-girlfriend?" Ok. Now you really had no clue what the fuck they were talking about.

"Stay the hell away from him. He's mine." With that she dumped the remains of the other girls juice carton on you and they walked away laughing.

Holditin.Holditin.Holditin. You chanted inside your head until you made it to the bathroom where you could cry without being bothered. You had stayed off the radar for years and now you were in the middle of it. You let out a sob, sliding to the floor. You felt like you were right back in middle school. Useless. Fat. Ugly. You brought your knees to your chest. Unloveable. Unwanted. Not worth anybody’s time. That’s why you shut everyone out when you became a first year at Seijoh. You didn’t want a repeat of middle school. 

But it ended up happening anyway. 

So you cried. You cried until you had no more tears. You let it all out until you didn’t care anymore. You had no problem in obeying the threat staying away from the bastard. She could have him. You stood and splashed water on your face trying to ease the puffiness around your eyes. Sighing you realized you'd probably have to stay after school until you looked like you hadn't spent your entire lunch break crying or your sister would ask questions. The now pink stained shirt you could explain away easily. The red and puffy eyes you could not. And you didn't want to deal with that on top of everything else. 

Oikawa had looked for you at lunch but he couldn't find you. He did however hear some girls laughing and chatting about messing with ‘Oikawa’s girlfriend’. How could they mess with someone he made up? He turned to his best friend to ask. “Iwa-chan do you know what those girls were talking about?” he whispered so no one would hear, “How could they have messed with my ‘girlfriend’ when I made her up?”

“Idiot. Remember this morning when you called Y/l/n’s name and then immediately after said you had a girlfriend? And don't call me Iwa-chan, Shittykawa.” He rolled his eyes.

He blanched. He hadn’t realized what he'd done. Or apparently how psycho those girls are. He was so focused on you he didn't even whine about Iwaizumi’s regular insults. He wanted to find you and see if you were okay. To apologize for putting you in that situation. Standing abruptly making his chair screech, “I got to go find her--” The bell signaled lunch was over. Fuck. Maybe she’ll be on that bench after school. I’ve seen her there after practice sometimes.

After school

And by some miracle you were there, reading your book. Oikawa took a minute to look at you before he approached. As in your picture your hair was wild but not unkept, it was hiding your eyes. Your lips were slightly pursed while you were reading and your leg was bouncing contentedly.  

You were beautiful.

You looked okay.

Until he got closer and finally saw your eyes. You had obviously been crying. By the looks of it a lot. He also saw you had a huge pink stain on your shirt. What had happened?

You had heard someone approach but decided it was best to ignore them.

“Are you okay Y/l/n-chan?” Oikawa spoke softly.

You were so not in the mood for this. For him. Your hands tightened around your book, flicking your eyes up at him and then back down, “Don’t.” 

It was only a second but he saw the hurt in your eyes and it was his fault it was there, “I wanted to-” He tried to say but you didn’t let him finish.

Your voice was raw with emotions you didn’t want to feel for him. “WHAT?! You what? Wanted to play with my feelings some more? I bet you had a good laugh last night saying all that shit. And then completely ignoring me this morning when I waved. Making me feel like I could actually have a friend for once?” Your voice got louder and he flinched at your next words. “That someone would even want to be my friend? I fucking knew I shouldn't have but I let you in anyway.” You let out a dark broken laugh and said much quieter, “Even after what happened last time.” Coldly, “Don’t you have a harem to get back to? Just...just leave me alone Oikawa.”

His mouth dropped in shock. He hadn’t seen you wave. What did you mean by last time? He was heartbroken that someone had made you feel this horrible about yourself and he had reminded you of it. He didn’t want to leave you alone, he had to make you understand you were special. He laid his hand on your book trying to make you pay attention. He said the only thing he thought would make you listen. “Tooru.”

You stiffened, nobody calls him by his first name. You've never even heard his best friend call him Tooru. Your voice barely above a whisper, heart stuttering, “What did you say?”

“Tooru. You can call me Tooru. I-I was happy this morning when I woke up when I saw your messages. But my phone died before I could say anything.” He cleared his throat, “ I fell asleep waiting. I was going to talk to you but then that stupid crowd of girls came. Y/l/n I swear I didn’t see you wave! I tried calling for you but you must not have heard me," he frowned, "and I was frustrated so to get them to back off I said I had a girlfriend. I tried looking for you during lunch period but I couldn't find you. Then I heard what those girls did. I’m sorry I put that target on you. I was going to try looking for you again but then the bell rang. This spot after school was my last hope. Well for now anyway, until I got my phone charged.” He rushed out, praying you would forgive him. 

“That’s what they were talking about...” 

“What were they saying? If you don’t mind talking about it.” Gingerly he laid his hand on yours, holding it.

During his speech you had unconsciously torn your walls down yet again. You heard the sincerity in his voice and saw the concern in his eyes. This was real. He did care. Fuck. Somewhere between last night and this morning you had developed feelings, you just hadn't wanted to believe you weren't immune to his charms. Why did it have to be him. You swallowed, “They basically said I was worthless and wasn’t pretty enough for you. They also shoved me against my locker and onto the floor.” Taking a deep breath you revealed the most humiliating part of the whole thing, “Their leader dumped juice on me.” You looked away not wanting him to see the tears starting to run down your cheeks and you didn't want to see the pity you were sure to receive in his eyes. 

“Hey.” He gently turned your face with a palm on each cheek. Wiping your tears away with his thumbs. “You are not worthless. And those girls are just jealous because your the most beautiful girl at Seijoh. I’m sorry they said and did those things to you. It was my fault and I want to make it up to you if you’ll let me.”

You searched his face, surely he was lying to make you feel better? But you only found the truth in his warm brown eyes. Oikawa may be an ass but he does not lie. “Okay...Tooru.” 

His heart fluttered when you spoke his name. Little did he know that yours did too when he asked you to call him that.

“Come on, lets go.” He smiled pulling you up. “I got something you can change into so you don’t have to wear that home.” He pointed to your ruined shirt.

You and him walked over to the gym. He had never let your hand go from pulling you up and you didn’t mind. You halted at the entry way dropping his hand. He was going to lead you in but, “Tooru, I can't. Only players and managers can go in the gym during practice time.”

He snorted, “Iwa-chan made that rule so the uh” he coughed, “students wouldn't bother us.” Taking your hand he pulled you in after him. 

Your face was blushing like mad from the looks you were getting from his teammates. Nobody questioned their captain though. 

“Please wait here while I change and grab you something.” He left you at the bleachers. 

Iwaizumi walked over to where you were sitting. Before he could say anything you spoke. “I’m sorry. I know I’m not allowed in here but he drug me in and said he was going to get me something to change into." You plucked at your still sticky shirt. "I-I'll leave when Tooru comes back.” You found it easy for Tooru's name to roll of your tongue. 

The usually intimidating looking ace smirked and raised an eyebrow, “Tooru, huh? We don't let students in during practice because they follow Oikawa in. He brought you in here. So you can stay if you want.”

You let out a surprised, “Oh.” 

“You know he couldn't stop talking about you on the way to school this morning? About how he saw this and I quote ‘breathtakingly beautiful’ photo of you on instagram. He kept talking about your hair with cherry blossom petals in it and your shy smile.” 

Your face was on fire. You knew the exact photo he was talking about. How far back did he scroll, it was buried under a ton of pictures.

“He was also worried about you the rest of the day after lunch. He was pretty upset, he even threatened to cancel practice if he didn’t find you on your bench.”

“Iwa-channnn!” Oikawa whined. “Friends keep secrets.” He didn’t look mad but his face was a light shade of pink. Was he...embarrassed?

“Ew. I’m not your friend Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi replied walking away. You laughed quietly, his tone said otherwise.

Except it wasn't just any shirt, it was his jersey. “I can’t wear this! Only couples do that!”

“You're right! You're my best friend!” Tooru called back.

He was met with a middle finger and a "Shut it, Tooru."

 “Anyways here. You can change in the girls locker room over there.” He handed you one of his shirts and pointed to the room.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Well I did inadvertently call you my girlfriend. You wouldn't want to make me a liar now would you Y/l/n-chan?” He pouted.

“N-no, but I'm not your girlfriend?” You remembered the things Iwaizumi told you, your face deepening to a scarlet shade.

He took a step closer. You could smell his scent. He smelled like oranges, cloves and...clean sweat? Of course he could make sweat smell intoxicating. It was making your brain hazy. You almost missed what he said. “Do you? Want to be I mean.” The look he was giving you was so genuine and...sweet.

This was too much too fast, but your mouth and heart didn't care apparently what you thought. “I-.” You breathed. “Yes.”

His face lit up, taking one of your hands into his. “We’ll talk more after practice, yeah?” 

All you could do is nod. Squeezing your hand as he left to go start practice you went to go change your shirt. It was long on you. Almost falling to the same spot your uniform skirt stopped. You rolled it up a little and tucked it in. That was better.

After changing you returned to your spot on the bleachers. You'd been to games before. It was practically an unsaid rule that all students were required to go. But you really never paid attention, usually doing anything but watching to kill time.

This time you paid attention. Tooru was remarkable. You could see why he was captain and how he got the nickname 'the great king'. You were so entrapped by the teams flow you didn't notice the hours fly by.

Tooru came back over to you, asking somewhat nervously, "So what did you think?" He didn't know why it felt so important to get praise from you. He just knew he wanted you to be proud of him.

Your smile was open and you had stars in your eyes, "You were amazing!" Dipping your toe at being flirty, you winked, "l'll have to pay better attention at the next game."

His heart leapt. You said he was amazing. "Thank you, that means so much coming from you." The second part finally clicked, "Hey wait! What do you mean you'll have to pay better attention at the next game?" He teased.

Sheepishly, "I never uh...actively watched a game before."

"That hurts Y/l/n-chan. Just you wait until the next game." He smiled, "So can I walk you home? It's late and you shouldn't walk by yourself."

"Sure. I don't live far though." You returned his smile.

After he went and changed out of his practice clothes he outstretched his hand for you to take, interlacing your fingers with his. When you got to the gates he asked which way. You pulled him to the left. You curious about earlier.

"So about what Iwaizumi said..." You left the question hanging in the air.

"He was telling the truth." He said it so simply, like he just didn't turn your world upside-down.

"Oh." Was all you could manage with all the butterflies in your stomach. Before you knew it you were in front of your house. "This is me." You turned to face him.

"Really? Iwa-chan and I live one street over."

"You're joking." He had to be. 

"Nope, cross my heart." More seriously "Do you want to walk to school with us maybe?"

"I'd like that, Tooru." Shyly you peeked up at him through your lashes.

"Hey, I noticed before." He traced a thumb over your cheekbone, brushing against your fluttering eyelashes. "Your eyes look different some how?"

You let out a small chuckle, "Eye lash extensions. That's what I was helping my sister with last night. She's in a cosmetology class."

He leaned down, getting very close. "They suit you Y/l/n-chan."

Clearing your throat. "Um, thanks." A beat later, "Call me Y/n."

His eyes softened. "Can I kiss you, Y/n?"

Your breath caught. "Y-yes."

He closed the distance between the two of you. Your eyes shutting and heart thumping wildly with anticipation.

You did not expect the feather light touch of his lips ghosting over yours. You did not expect such a tender kiss from the popular setter captain.

At first your lips only brushed against each others. Testing. Until you couldn't stand it any longer. He had lit a fire inside. You leaned in closer, needing more. Pressing your lips against his and moving one hand onto the back of his neck and the other onto his shoulder pulling him closer. He took this queue to hold your waist. As you kissed time stood still. You couldn't tell if the fire inside was tearing you apart or if he was holding you together. There was just you and him, the world had long ago faded away.

He was surprised you took control of the kiss but was glad you did. He didn't want to push you after everything you'd been through. And honestly he could barely think straight. Could barely breathe. Your lips were so soft and they tasted like honey. He didn't want it to end, he would have happily drowned surrounded by air if it meant he could kiss you.

But you pulled away breathless and eyes bright. You leaned into the comfort of his arms.

 That was your first kiss.

"I'll be waiting here tomorrow Y/n." He pressed his lips to the crown of your head.

"Alright." You looked up at him. "Message me when you get home 'kay?"

"Will do, my queen." The name sent tingles down your spine. Once again putting his lips to yours. "Good night."

"'Night Tooru." You slipped out of his embrace and before you made your way inside, you gave him one last wave goodbye. Dazed you shut the door behind you with your back and brought your fingers to your smiling lips.

"'Friends' huh? Lot different in my day." Your sister said from the couch, her eyes catching on his jersey.

Still grinning like a fool, "Shut up." You headed upstairs to start on your homework. About ten minutes later you received a text. Smiling you opened it.

Made it home safe and sound. And now I'm going to sleep so I can dream of you 😘

Who knew 'the great king' was such a goofball.

Sweet dreams then, goofball

They will be because you'll be in them ❤

Rude, my queen, rude

Good night Tooru ❤

But that’s why you like me 

Rolling your eyes, you grinned.

The next morning he was right where he said he would be. Waiting for you. Iwaizumi with him of course. “Morning Iwaizumi.”

“Good morning Y/l/n.” Iwaizumi greeted.

 You said taking your boyfriends hand. “Morning Tooru.” You were feeling confident this morning so you tugged him down a little so you could reach his face, pecking him on the lips.

His eyes widened. He definitely didn't expect that, not that he was complaining. “G-good morning Y/n.” A rosy hue dusting his cheeks.

You giggled at his reaction. 

“I guess the right girl turns you into a flustered mess.” Iwaizumi joked.

"I make you a flustered mess huh? I wouldn’t mind taking advantage of that.” You nudged him playfully as you all started to make your way to school.

“No fair. I won’t allow you and Iwa ganging up on me!” He tilted his head towards your ear, whispering for only you to hear. “Besides, my queen, I give as good as I get.”

You choked. And he didn't miss the red on your face. Oh boy. If he kept up with that name you were going to become a puddle. Clearing your throat awkwardly, “Ah look, we’re here!”

Unfortunately you were met with his swarm of ‘fans’. At the head of it all were the bitches that made you feel like shit. Tooru felt you hesitate and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and looked at you with such adoration in his eyes. That was all you needed. You were going to show these girls you weren’t afraid of them. You hoped he wouldn't mind your sudden boldness.

Turning towards him and standing on your tippy toes you grabbed the back of his neck and crashed your lips against his. This kiss was much deeper than the one you shared last night. You'd even go so far to say passionate. Last night was tentative, figuring each other out. This kiss you poured in all your feelings, all of your heart and soul. Pulling away slightly, resting your forehead against his and playing with the hair near where your hand rested on his neck, “Um, sorry if that was too much.”

You turned to face the mostly shocked crowd. The only angry one was the leader girl. Remembering what she said yesterday, “I’m his.” He wasn’t some possession to own. But you were free to give your heart to him, if he wanted it. Really you didn’t expect him to say anything during this exchange but he did. 

God, you were perfect he thought. With a stupid smile on his face, “N-no don’t be sorry. Not at all.” 

It made your heart catch in your throat.

“And I’m hers.” The girls mouth dropped open. “Come on. Let’s go, my queen.” he said pressing his lips to your knuckles, sending a shiver up your back.

“Tooru!” You squeaked. That damn pet name. You knew no matter how many times he said it, it would still make you weak in the knees and make your heart leap. And he fucking knew it. You walked hand in hand to your spot under the cherry tree. “Don’t call me that when a bunch of people are around...”

“Why not? It’s true. And you like it.” He gave you a cheeky look. “Besides that passionate kiss you gave me was pretty public.”

A blush creeping up your neck, “I-shut up.”

Chuckling he brought you into a hug, “Whatever you wish, my queen.”

Epilogue 

As the months passed you and Tooru grew closer together and his ‘fan club’ realized you weren't going anywhere. Sure some still tried to bring you down but over the months you had gained some confidence in yourself. You weren't as insecure but when you fell Tooru was there to help you pick yourself back up. You had also become good friends with the volleyball guys, especially Iwa. You had a special bond over teasing your boyfriend. Even though you both teased him relentlessly he was happy two of his favorite people got along so well. In fact he had asked if you had wanted to officially become a manager. You practically were now anyway he said so why not make it official. Of course you agreed. 

It was only your third game as a manager when they lost to Karasuno. You knew how bad he wanted to go to nationals. It was his dream and this was his last chance. He was sitting on the floor outside the gym, head hung low in devastation. You knew words were not what he wanted to hear right now. He just needed you to be there for him. You sat down next to him, waiting. He gently pulled you onto his lap, burying his head in the crook of your shoulder. Holding you closely. He was silent but you felt his warm tears fall on your skin. You held him and hummed a slow melody quietly in his ear. After awhile he kissed your temple.

“Thank you.” He whispered. He was ready talk.

“I’m here for you, always. You’re my king, win or lose. And I am so so proud of you.” A small smile lifted one side of his mouth.

 You were going to tell him something important today. No matter what happened. Maybe he needed to hear it especially because of what happened. You took a deep breath and kissed his forehead briefly. One hand on his cheek and looking into his still tear stained eyes. 

“I know the world has greater things than nationals waiting for you. You may not feel like it now but believe me when I say it. You are so much more than what you think you are and....and that’s why I love you, Tooru.”

He searched your face looking for pity or disappointment but all he found was love. For weeks those three words had been just under the surface, waiting to be spoken into existence, always on the tip of his tongue at the end of every conversation with you or even when he would see you do small simple things. Hearing the love in your voice and the feeling of you mend his shattered heart about nationals they finally broke free.

 “I love you too, Y/n.”

He might have been your first kiss but you were his first love and he wanted you to be his last.

He gently ran his thumb against your bottom lip.

And he kissed you with everything he had, like it would be his last.

But.

There was many more to come...

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Dumpweed (Chapter 1)

I know no one asked for this on here, but I’m publishing it here anyway. Here’s my blink-182 fan-fiction. I don’t have any warnings, apart from that the main character is my female OC, Ivory. I hope y’all enjoy. And BTW, this starts off with more bands than just blink-182 😁

It was summer at last. I was set to go to most of the rock concerts and festivals that were to happen over the season, but this weekend’s festival has to be the best one yet. It had a bunch of my favorite bands, blink-182 was the most exciting band by far. And my best friend/rock concert accomplice, Ruby was joining me. Her and I were invited to party backstage with the bands the night before. An exclusive thing that was won by me. Ruby was my plus one for this event. Apparently, we were the only two that aren’t otherwise affiliated with the bands that were invited to this thing.

I stopped by Ruby’s house to get ready to get to the concert. “Hey, sweet thang.” She almost tackled me to the ground as she rushed to hug me. “So, Ivory. Who are you planning on banging tonight?” She asked with a smirk. “No one, well I’m not planning on banging anyone.” I replied, giggling at Ivory. “Oh come on. It’s about time you hooked up with someone.” She joked. “It’s been a good six months, there’d be cobwebs down there by now.” She finished off before reaching into her drawers, digging out a cute blink-182 crop top. And short shorts. “I’m not wearing those.” I stated nervously, trying to hide my self consciousness. Ruby wasn’t buying it though. “Sweetheart, you will look beautiful in these.” She smiled reassuringly. “I just have to put some make-up on you and you will look good enough to eat.” She teased. I looked at Ruby with a small smile. “Ok, but can we swap the crop top for something that shows a little less…tummy?” I half asked, half demanded. Ruby had already tossed another blink-182 shirt at me. The make-up was done, and I was dressed up and ready to go. Ruby was too. “Let’s get to this thing then.” She grinned.

In no time, Ruby and I were at the party and inside. “Look, there’s Mark Hoppus, from that band you like.” She teased, pointing out to Mark who was in fact talking to his friends. I looked back at Ruby, who had a shit eating grin. “Well, are you going to talk to him?” She asked impatiently. “Give me a moment, I’m going to get a drink first.” I replied, heading in the direction of the bar. I ordered my drink, vodka mixed with raspberry soda. While leaning on the bar, I heard a voice from behind. “Make that two, I’m paying.” I turned around to see Alex Gaskarth from All Time Low. I tried my best to not get too excited, but it just happened. “OMG! You’re Alex Gaskarth!” I shouted, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He chuckled then hugged me back. “Yes, that’s me.” He laughed. “I dig your shirt by the way.” He smiled, pointing at my shirt. “Yes, blink-182. They’re one of my favorite bands.” I smiled. “Favorite above or below All Time Low?” He asked, jokingly. “Blink-182 is my favorite, but All Time Low. They’re a close second.” I replied with a smile. “Fair point, they’re one of my favorite bands too.” Alex looked as if he was thinking for a moment. “Hey, have you heard of our project, Simple Creatures?” He asked, pointing a finger at me. “That’s the project that you’re doing with Mark eh?” I asked, earning a nod from Alex. “I have heard it. NVM and Strange Love are my two favorites, closely followed by Lucy. ” “Those are both good songs, how would you like to come with me and meet Mark?” He asked. “Yeah sure, at least I can tell my friend I at least spoke to him.” I joked. “Ha! Well, he’s single. You might just have a chance.” He laughed, wrapping a hand around my shoulder and walking in Mark’s direction. I looked over at Ruby. She smiled at me and winked. I shook my head and laughed.

“Hey Mark. What’s up?” Alex asked Mark, causing him to turn to face us. Holy shit! Mark fucking Hoppus from blink-182, is standing right in front of me! And he’s hot. “Hey, Alex. Who’s your friend?” He asked Alex. “I’m Ivory, awesome to meet you.” I answered Mark’s question with a blush. I offered my hand for Mark to shake, but instead of shaking my hand, he pulled me in for a hug. Holy shit! Holy shit! “Nice to meet you too, Ivory. I dig your shirt by the way.” He replied pulling away from the hug. By this time, Travis and Matt had joined us. I almost fainted, I was so starstruck. “This can not be real! Matt Skiba and Travis Barker too!” I shouted excitedly, hugging them both. Surprisingly, they were both happy to hug back.

I turned around to tap someone a random person on the shoulder, “excuse me…” Oh my Lord, it’s Brendon Urie… “Could you please take a photo of us four?” I asked him, as if I was not just about to die right there on the spot. Brendon smiled and took the phone from my hand. “Sure, as long as we can get a photo too.” He smiled. I stood in between Mark and Matt. At this point, I was sure that I had died and come back to life. Brendon took the photo, and snagged a selfie of the two of us together. “It was nice to meet you…” “Ivory. That’s my name.” I smiled at Brendon. “Yes, that’s it. Nice to meet you Ivory.” He smiled. “I hope you have a good night.” He smiled, pulling me into a hug before walking back into the crowd. I turned around, to see that Mark, Matt, Travis and Alex were chatting together. Mark turned around and put his arm out, inviting me to be a part of the conversation. I accepted, and let Mark hold me close to him.

“So Ivory. What’s your favorite blink song?” Travis asked me. “That’s a hard one, but I’m going to have to say Aliens Exist from Tom’s era, and Heaven from this era.” I replied. “But they’re all great. Every blink-182 song is special to me.” I admitted. “That is a very sweet thing of you to say.” Mark said with a smile, looking down at me. “Yeah, but it’s true.” I smiled. “Would it be ok if I got your autographs? I need to make sure my friend is behaving herself.” “Of course it’d be alright.” Matt chuckled, picking up a napkin, and pulling a Sharpie from his jean pocket. He scribbled his signature and handed it to the others. Mark was the last to sign. He handed me the napkin and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My face felt like it was on fire. “Hey, don’t forget you can come back whenever.” He whispered to me. I hugged them all before going to find Ruby.

Ruby was leant over the bar. She seemed to be flirting with the barman, but he was oblivious. I laughed and wrapped bumped my shoulder with her. “Hey, it’s…Ivory…” She slurred drunkenly. “So…did you…fuck him?” She asked, wrapping her arm around me. “No, I just got their autograph and a few photos with them.” I replied with a smile, pulling my phone from my pocket. I opened my phone and noticed Brendon had taken a few selfies of himself. The cheeky sod. I thought to myself. I showed the photos to Ruby. “He’s definitely checking you out.” She smirked, pointing at Mark. “No! He’s just being nice! He’s like that with all of his fans.” I laughed. “Can I please have the same as before?” I asked the bartender.

[random-writing-things666]

Dumpweed Chapter 1

Reposting my dumpweed fic on here because Tumblr is being a cunt and not letting me find every chapter on my main profile, so here you go :)

It was summer at last. I was set to go to most of the rock concerts and festivals that were to happen over the season, but this weekend's festival has to be the best one yet. It had a bunch of my favorite bands, blink-182 was the most exciting band by far. And my best friend/rock concert accomplice, Ruby was joining me. Her and I were invited to party backstage with the bands the night before. An exclusive thing that was won by me. Ruby was my plus one for this event. Apparently, we were the only two that aren't otherwise affiliated with the bands that were invited to this thing.

I stopped by Ruby's house to get ready to get to the concert. "Hey, sweet thang." She almost tackled me to the ground as she rushed to hug me. "So, Ivory. Who are you planning on banging tonight?" She asked with a smirk. "No one, well I'm not planning on banging anyone." I replied, giggling at Ivory. "Oh come on. It's about time you hooked up with someone." She joked. "It's been a good six months, there'd be cobwebs down there by now." She finished off before reaching into her drawers, digging out a cute blink-182 crop top. And short shorts. "I'm not wearing those." I stated nervously, trying to hide my self consciousness. Ruby wasn't buying it though. "Sweetheart, you will look beautiful in these." She smiled reassuringly. "I just have to put some make-up on you and you will look good enough to eat." She teased. I looked at Ruby with a small smile. "Ok, but can we swap the crop top for something that shows a little less...tummy?" I half asked, half demanded. Ruby had already tossed another blink-182 shirt at me. The make-up was done, and I was dressed up and ready to go. Ruby was too. "Let's get to this thing then." She grinned.

In no time, Ruby and I were at the party and inside. "Look, there's Mark Hoppus, from that band you like." She teased, pointing out to Mark who was in fact talking to his friends. I looked back at Ruby, who had a shit eating grin. "Well, are you going to talk to him?" She asked impatiently. "Give me a moment, I'm going to get a drink first." I replied, heading in the direction of the bar. I ordered my drink, vodka mixed with raspberry soda. While leaning on the bar, I heard a voice from behind. "Make that two, I'm paying." I turned around to see Alex Gaskarth from All Time Low. I tried my best to not get too excited, but it just happened. "OMG! You're Alex Gaskarth!" I shouted, wrapping my arms around him in a hug. He chuckled then hugged me back. "Yes, that's me." He laughed. "I dig your shirt by the way." He smiled, pointing at my shirt. "Yes, blink-182. They're one of my favorite bands." I smiled. "Favorite above or below All Time Low?" He asked, jokingly. "Blink-182 is my favorite, but All Time Low. They're a close second." I replied with a smile. "Fair point, they're one of my favorite bands too." Alex looked as if he was thinking for a moment. "Hey, have you heard of our project, Simple Creatures?" He asked, pointing a finger at me. "That's the project that you're doing with Mark eh?" I asked, earning a nod from Alex. "I have heard it. NVM and Strange Love are my two favorites, closely followed by Lucy. " "Those are both good songs, how would you like to come with me and meet Mark?" He asked. "Yeah sure, at least I can tell my friend I at least spoke to him." I joked. "Ha! Well, he's single. You might just have a chance." He laughed, wrapping a hand around my shoulder and walking in Mark's direction. I looked over at Ruby. She smiled at me and winked. I shook my head and laughed.

"Hey Mark. What's up?" Alex asked Mark, causing him to turn to face us. Holy shit! Mark fucking Hoppus from blink-182, is standing right in front of me! And he's hot. "Hey, Alex. Who's your friend?" He asked Alex. "I'm Ivory, awesome to meet you." I answered Mark's question with a blush. I offered my hand for Mark to shake, but instead of shaking my hand, he pulled me in for a hug. Holy shit! Holy shit! "Nice to meet you too, Ivory. I dig your shirt by the way." He replied pulling away from the hug. By this time, Travis and Matt had joined us. I almost fainted, I was so starstruck. "This can not be real! Matt Skiba and Travis Barker too!" I shouted excitedly, hugging them both. Surprisingly, they were both happy to hug back.

I turned around to tap someone a random person on the shoulder, "excuse me..." Oh my Lord, it's Brendon Urie... "Could you please take a photo of us four?" I asked him, as if I was not just about to die right there on the spot. Brendon smiled and took the phone from my hand. "Sure, as long as we can get a photo too." He smiled. I stood in between Mark and Matt. At this point, I was sure that I had died and come back to life. Brendon took the photo, and snagged a selfie of the two of us together. "It was nice to meet you..." "Ivory. That's my name." I smiled at Brendon. "Yes, that's it. Nice to meet you Ivory." He smiled. "I hope you have a good night." He smiled, pulling me into a hug before walking back into the crowd. I turned around, to see that Mark, Matt, Travis and Alex were chatting together. Mark turned around and put his arm out, inviting me to be a part of the conversation. I accepted, and let Mark hold me close to him.

"So Ivory. What's your favorite blink song?" Travis asked me. "That's a hard one, but I'm going to have to say Aliens Exist from Tom's era, and Heaven from this era." I replied. "But they're all great. Every blink-182 song is special to me." I admitted. "That is a very sweet thing of you to say." Mark said with a smile, looking down at me. "Yeah, but it's true." I smiled. "Would it be ok if I got your autographs? I need to make sure my friend is behaving herself." "Of course it'd be alright." Matt chuckled, picking up a napkin, and pulling a Sharpie from his jean pocket. He scribbled his signature and handed it to the others. Mark was the last to sign. He handed me the napkin and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My face felt like it was on fire. "Hey, don't forget you can come back whenever." He whispered to me. I hugged them all before going to find Ruby.

Ruby was leant over the bar. She seemed to be flirting with the barman, but he was oblivious. I laughed and wrapped bumped my shoulder with her. "Hey, it's...Ivory..." She slurred drunkenly. "So...did you...fuck him?" She asked, wrapping her arm around me. "No, I just got their autograph and a few photos with them." I replied with a smile, pulling my phone from my pocket. I opened my phone and noticed Brendon had taken a few selfies of himself. The cheeky sod. I thought to myself. I showed the photo to Ruby. "He's definitely checking you out." She smirked, pointing at Mark. "No! He's just being nice! He's like that with all of his fans." I laughed. "Can I please have the same as before?" I asked the bartender.

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and everything that goes with it; i thank you all

A/N: So........ ash v. social media v. borhap cast i guess??? no-one asked for this, but i love them.

[aydtd]

It definitely starts as a joke.

“Hey, Ma Rocket?” Joe’s filming on his phone during a costume trial. With her arms crossed, Ash is partially hidden by Rami who’s spinning, the frills of his shirt fanning out around him. She’s frowning, thoughtful and pensive, but when Joe calls, she turns to him, eyebrows raised and expectant.

“Aye?” She’s not smiling, mind obviously still pondering over the fit of Rami’s costume, but it’s a clear enough acknowledgement that Joe’s response is clearly spoken through a smile.

“You responded; you’re the on-set mom now.” He declares. Ben laughs from somewhere off camera. “No takebacks.” Joe follows it up with, but Ash is already wearing a longsuffering look of resignation. The video cuts off before she can flip him off, but her movements are too deliberate to be misconstrued as anything else. The video is released almost a full year later, once the NDA has been lifted on the movie and Behind the Scenes pictures and videos start flooding out, but at that point the joke had moved beyond being just that.

Ash is not hard won; kindness and respect win her loyalty easily, it’s just that those traits are sometimes hard to come by in this industry, and she’s often dismissed because of her age, especially by younger performers. Bohemian Rhapsody is different, of course in part because they all know who she is by virtue of who they’re playing,

Joe’s not her favourite, not officially, and neither is Ben, much to his quiet disappointment; officially her favourite is Karen, and everyone else is tied second, but each of them holds a very special place in her heart and soon that begins to bleed into her social media, as well as some of theirs. Ash gets Instagram at Joe’s behest, only a month before the world premiere of Bohemian Rhapsody. It’s not as if she’s lived her life in obscurity, but come the turn of the millennium, her time at the edge of the spotlight had mostly come to an end, and she had been able to continue her work behind the curtain of pop culture for almost twenty years. This was all new, and unexpected, but she tried to take it in stride.

So she follows the cast, of course, follows Roger and Brian and the Official Queen page, as well as any of her friends or former clients she can find, and much to their horror, her children. Okay so her son isn’t horrified since he’s a public figure and he doesn’t use it for personal photos, but both her daughters have posted pictures of themselves in bikinis, and they thought they’d be safe since Roger followed them after the photos were posted, and at least he never went back and liked any of their old photos. Ash likes every single photoeach of her children has even posted, and all three are a little horrified.

That’s a cute one of us at Bonfire Night!! Is one of the many comments she leaves across the entire timeline of Astrid’s Instagram history, this particular one being from a 2014 photo, and so Astrid herself posts a screenshot of her mother blowing up her notification on her story.

@joemazzello what have you done

Joe subsequently posts a screenshot of a set of DMs between himself and Astrid on his own story.

Yesterday @ 3:47am

@astro_winnie: then tell him to change his oil

@astro_winnie: what a heathen

Today @ 1:21pm

@astro_winnie has mentioned you in her story

@joemazzello: What exactly are you accusing me of here?

@astro_winnie: mum didn’t have an Instagram yesterday 🤔🤔

@astro_winnie: I don’t know how but this is your fault

@joemazzello: she’s just having fun 😂😂

@astro_winnie: SHE LIKED MY BIKINI PIC FROM 2 YEARS AGO IM DYINg

The whole conversation is captioned ’Well anyways, go follow Ma Rocket @rockettaylor49’. The following picture on his story, posted ten minutes later, is a clarification that he isn’t actually Ash’s son, that it’s just a nickname. Even so, Ash’s actual son gets a photo with him at the premiere and caption it ‘brother from another mother (probably) @joemazzello’ and it goes viral on both Tumblr and Twitter.

Ash’s first official post is a picture of herself and Freddie, a Polaroid of the two of them aged beyond belief, taken in 1969. It’s the only photo she had when she was still in uni, and even she seems surprised to see it. Roger finds her staring at it, expression blank as she looks at where they keep it, pride of place, over the mantle. Without even asking, he understands, and he presses a kiss to her temple.

’@rockettaylor49: My favourite client helped me with this caption, he said I should remind you all that you can have more than one love of your life, and that that love isn’t necessarily romantic. To me, Freddie was family from the moment I met him, and I love and miss him every day. Freddie & Me. 1969.’

The post is flooded with love and support and more heart emojis than you can shake a stick at, and it’s not long before she’s amassed a large following. The only outlier in the initial comments comes from her second daughter, Cate.

@cate.astrophy: @rogertaylorofficial got upgraded to favourite client. nice.

The entire rest of the family, as well as a few random unknowns, like the comment.

Ash’s aesthetic is surprisingly clean; old photos from back in the day, old initial costume designs in sketchbooks, the paper gold with age and colours faded, but still with her initial notes scribbled neatly around the edges. The only modern things she posts are photos of shopping bags filled with fabric she’s just purchased, and photos of her friends and family.

There’s only one selfie on her page. Its Ash, poorly framed if only to keep Joe in focus behind her where he’s leaning against the door to a trailer and double over with laughter, with Ben glaring through the window at both of them.

’@rockettaylor49: Trixie gave me a selfie stick and Ben tried to confiscate it when he heard me say 'selfie’ so he was locked out. Usually I was with Roger on the other side of the door back when Deaky was locking us out of places… What a terrible influence he was!! But anyways here you all go, my first selfie. Me & Trixie featuring My Disrespectful Boy, Ben. 2018.’

The way the cast call her ‘Ma’ definitely started out as a joke, mostly between Joe, Ben, and Ash, but it slowly spreads to the others.

“Where’s The Golden Boy?” Ash calls on set, holding a cap for Rami, who was warming up. It’s rather endearing, the way he jogs to her wearing a smile.

“Here, Ma, what do you need from me?” 

“Hat.” Is all she says, presenting it to him. They’ve always had a soft spot for each other, having worked together on Night At the Museum and it’s sequels for several years. He was one of the last to pick up the habit of calling her ‘ma’, after spending so long calling her Rocket, but he’s grown into it, they all have. Even some of the crew have taken to using the nickname, or some variation.

And maybe she leans into it, leans into her age and her wisdom, and they know they’re sort of telling her story too, but there’s a disconnect when they look at her, at her greying hair and the deep laugh lines around her mouth, and they forget who exactly she is. Though sometimes, rarely, they’re given sharp reminders.

There’s a video on Gwil’s phone that he later puts on Instagram once he has her permission, and the NDA has come to an end, of Ash on the set of Live Aid. She’s sitting on the edge of the stage, legs hanging over the edge, and Roger’s in front of her, at the perfect height to rest his chin on her knees. 

“Do you think you can still do that impression of yours?” Roger’s voice is barely audible, but he’s grinning, and Ash cards a hand through his short, white hair.

“Which- oh, the Freddie- oh Christ,” she laughs, “this’d be the place for it, aye?” And she starts clearing her throat, about the time that Roger spots Gwil and his curious camera.

“Sorry, was just trying to catch a video of the empty stadium,” Gwil’s voice can be heard, and Roger laughs, which causes Ash to turn. Seeing Gwil, she smiles, and nods at the camera.

“You’re gonna wanna get a video of this,” Roger grins, nudging Ash’s knee, and she turns an amusing shade of pink, struggling to her feet. Gwil rushes forward to help her up, but Ash brushes him off.

“I used to do this with Freds to help him warm up, and whenever I was side of stage,” she says, a strangely fond smile on her face as she reminisces, “I’m no singer, never have been, this is probably as close as I’ll get,” she warned, looking straight at the camera.

Taking a deep breath, she clears her throat, and belts out ‘ay-oh’. As if being summoned by a siren, everyone who can hear her, responds in kind. Smiling, pleased, she continues with the bit, as does everyone else, slowly gathering around her. It sounds uncannily like Freddie, and she holds an arm out to Rami to join her in leading the gathered crowd, which he agrees to with a bright grin, which ends with him yelling ‘hey, hey, hey, Hammer to Fall!’ and Ash, as well as the rest of the crew, bursts out into laughter.

The video’s posted with the caption ‘Ash Mercury in her prime’. All three of Ash and Roger’s kids comment about how they hadn’t heard her do that in so long, and not for the first time, Gwilym finds himself marveling at what it would be like to have Ash and Roger as actual parents.

Once the camera’s off, Ash  talks quietly about how she and Freddie used to practice it, because he couldn’t teach Ash to sing to save his life, but he’d be damned if he couldn’t teach her this.

“He was like, an actual brother to her,” Ben says quietly when he and the other three boys are gathered together, checking in before they finally started filming.

“Yeah, it’s crazy to think some times; she took his last name for a full fifteen years," Rami muses, and there’s something that warms in his heart whenever he catches Ash’s wistful gaze as she watches them perform, quietly grateful.

There’s a few videos here and there from set from Ash, little moments she finds endearing, usually set to music;

She catches her son, Barney, and his partner dancing to Seaside Rendezvous alone in the makeup truck, joyful and bright, they sway together to the beat as her son sings along, and his partner laughs fondly, pressing their smile against his chest as he tries to make kazoo noises.

When Cate, her middle daughter, comes to set, she takes a seat by the piano and plays the opening for Seven Seas of Rhye.

“That’s the one he wrote for you, isn’t it?” She turns, beaming, and Ash sits beside her. Again, Cate plays the opening, and Ash hums along, out of key, and Cate swallows her own gentle laughter, instead singing along.

Karen Gillan has a perm in order to play Ash, but unlike Joe, she appears to have no trouble in it, actually takes great pride in it. Ash has caught the rest of the cast, on several different occasions, using it to take photos of themselves with a stunning, ginger beard, which amuses her to no end, as it was something Roger was want to do on occasion when he got bored back in the day.

On the night of the Oscars, at the afterparty, Ash uploads two videos in the same post, one from set, and one from that night. They’re simply captioned ‘Me & The Champions. 2018/19′.

The video from on set is from the final day; Ash’s hands are shaking the camera slightly, but her voice is loud and clear, ringing throughout the set; 

“Where are my kids?” And like clockwork, Ben, Gwilym, Rami, and Joe all come out from various places, followed by Lucy and Karen, all giving her fond looks.

“Oh man, I’m gonna miss my set-mom,” Joe looks like the thought genuinely pains his heart, and as the realization dawns on the others, there’s a fond and faintly forlorn expression mirrored on all their faces. Joe’s the first to go in for the hug, despite Ash’s faint ‘oh Jesus Christ, Trixie’, but they all soon join.

The second video is from right after the Oscars awards ceremony, when most of the cast and crew who’d been attending are doing photo opportunities, and while Brian and Roger are already with them, Ash had hung back.

“It’s so good to see all my kids in the one place!” She calls, and Joe’s expression lights up as he hears her voice.

“Ma, we won!” Rami holds up his Oscar with delight, already a little tipsy, as were the rest of them as they crowd Ash, all wrapping her up in a group hug. Someone’s humming We Are The Champions. Ash suspects Joe. But she takes delight in the moment anyways, pride flaring bright in her chest.

[positiveparker]

I miss you (part 3) | h.o

hey guys this is a longer chapter as requested :) do let me know if you want a part 4

- pairing ; harrison osterfield x reader 

- warnings ; swearing! fluff!

- song ; kiss me: ed sheeran (trust me the lyrics apply to the story so freaking much!) (listen here)

(y/b/m) ; your birthday month

(y/e/n) ; you exes name (if you have one, if not just use a random one :))

(y/e/bf/n) ; your ex best friends name (again you probably have one but if not use a random name :))

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As soon as I ended the call a burning fire started in the pit of my stomach. It wasn’t a messy fire that burnt and singed my happiness, it was a warm happy fire that started a smile in the corner of my mouth. I chucked my phone away and across the sofa, it slid under the pillow and I felt weightless. 

The shower squeaked off and I heard the faint noise of Harrison stepping out of the shower and onto the tiling. Then soon after he unlocked the door, a towelled, shirtless Haz covered in small beads of water came into the living room kitchen and stood in front of me. I tried not to gawk at his rippling abs by keeping straight eye contact with him. Though I did waver a few times I don’t think he really cared. 

“Where are the clothes Tom wanted to give me?” Haz asked breathily

“Oh they are under the bed” I replied smiling, Haz looked at me confusedly so I huffed and stood up leading him to where the clothes were. I crouched down and reached under the bed, I grabbed a huge black bin bag of clothes Tom had borrowed from Haz for his last press tour. I heaved the bag onto the bed and Haz reached his hand into it. The veins on his arms were prominent and I could feel the familiar heat of the hot water radiating from his skin. He picked out a black top and some grey tracksuit bottoms. 

“Thanks” He said returning into the bathroom to change. When the door shut I put the black bin bag under the bed and checked the time on my alarm clock. 

5:07

I was kinda starving since we fell asleep before we got to finish the pizza. I walked back into the kitchen living room and picked up the cold pizza box, throwing it in the trash. I opened the doubled door fridge yet again and looked at what food we had. Everything Tom ate was highly nutritious as he had a whole meal plan to be healthy enough for his films. I sighed whilst looking at all the kale and quinoa we had collected and slammed the doors. Haz came from out of the bathroom in his new attire, his hair was slightly damp and messier than before.

“I heard the fridge door slam, are you hungry?”

“yeah, but all we have is salad and quinoa” I huffed. We both stared at each other in awkward silence then burst out laughing. 

“oh god, why does he eat that bullshit”

“well he is more ripped than you” I joked

“hey!” Haz replied joking angrily “I am so ripped”

“not half as ripped as Tom” I joked. Haz ran towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist lifting me over his shoulder. I squealed and thrashed my limbs around. He spun me around until everything around us was blurred by the vertigo of my brain. We both chuckled and then he finally set me back down onto the kitchen floor. He smirked down at me and I blushed back up at him.  I was lost in his speckled azure blue eyes.

“You have nice eyes” He blurted out 

“Really?” I replied “I thought they were kinda boring”

“No way, (y/e/c) are super nice” He replied in his usual assuring slur. I smiled at him and he did his usual grin back at me.

“So should we go out to eat then?” 

“yes definitely”

“Chinese?” Haz smirked

“Of course” I smiled back. Haz ran his hand through his damp hair and smiled back.

I switched my dirty black hoodie for Tom’s white one, though it did smell of him I covered it with my Chanel perfume. Haz and I ran out the door and into the (y/b/m) air. The Chinese restaurant was just down the street, I analysed the busy street whilst Haz was telling me about how his dog once ate his own lead.

“He actually swallowed it?” I interrupted, my mind wasn’t really in the conversation, I was busy looking for paparazzi until I realised there wouldn’t be any being with Haz. My body sort of relaxed more and I seeped back into the conversation.

“…and then my mum had to take him to the vets and he had his stomach pumped” Haz carried on, he did actions in his sort of theatre kid way. 

“wow” I replied nodding my head at him.

We turned the corner and came to the Chinese restaurant. There was a small cue from outside the door and we quickly joined the line. Sweet smells wafted out of the door every time old customers came out of the door and back into the open. 

“How many?” A waitress grinned as soon as we got inside. 

“2” Haz smiled back. The waitress led us to a quiet table in the corner and we sat down. I sat facing all the people and I soon realised my ex (y/e/n) was sitting at the table opposite us. My stare caught his gaze and he recognised me. 

“shit shit shit” I whispered under the breath

“what?” Haz said touching my arm. 

“my ex”

“what?”

“my ex is over there”

“the kinda good looking one?” Haz chuckled

“yes HIM” I spat

“oh he is looking right at you” he smirked “oh and now at me and now the both of us”

“oh my god make it stop” I spat covering the side of my face

“oh no he’s coming over”

“no he fucking isn’t”

“oh yes he is and he is about to-“ Haz stopped and changed his posture. I looked up to see (y/e/n) smiling at me.

“hey (y/n)”

“oh uh hi uh”

“is this your boyfriend”

“well ugh no ugh”

“yes” haz said grabbing my hands and smiling protectively at him. I caught Haz’s gaze and he smiled and widened his eyes at me.

“yeah well newly together” I said smiling and going along with Haz’s plan

“well, I will um see you around” and then my ex was gone and back at his table.

“oh my god” Haz mouthed

After some light conversation and ordering tons of food Haz looked at me uncomfortably.

“what?” I asked

“he is looking at us again”

“shit”

“who’s the girl?”

I turned around to see my ex best friend (y/e/b/n) with her head rested on his shoulder. She then kissed him and looked spitefully over at me. I turned back around and Haz had leaned really close to my face.

“what are y-“ I muttered, I could feel his breath on my face.

“trust me” he whispered back, and then Haz’s lips were interlocked with mine. My heart raced and the noise of the restaurant became faint.

I leant away and smiled. “did it work?” I blushed

“oh yeah” Haz said smugly trying to look over “she looks highly pissed off”. Haz looked back and me and we both started laughing. The waitress set down our food and we indulged in conversation. Words and conversations flowed so easily with Haz. They weren’t interrupted by fans, paparazzi or important phone calls. My face ached from smiling so much. 

“so then I fell over” I was in the middle of telling a story when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whipped my head around to see a little girl gripping a huge phone and smiling innocently at me.

“are you Tom Holland’s girlfriend?”

“yeah uh I am” I replied awkwardly 

“can I get a selfie?” The girl pleaded

“yeah uh sure” I replied, I had never been asked for a photo before but I grabbed the girls phone and took a smiley selfie with her.

“thank you” she grinned and then skipped away to her mum and a near table. Her mum nodded and smiled at me approvingly. I turned back to my conversation with Haz and he gave me a look of shock.

“you have fans” He laughed

“hardly” I chuckled. 

The waitress took our plates and Haz insisted on paying.

“NO! I insist” he bellowed, so loudly I felt all the gazes of other people on us

“nope” I urged him setting down my credit card and passing it to the waitress. Haz sighed and proceeded to tell me that just because Tom’s credit card is connected to mine doesn’t mean I should pay.

We walked out of the restaurant into a douse of rain. I pulled my hood up and Haz gripped my hand. We ran through the rain but suddenly I started hearing clicks. The clicks became much louder until I realised they were a camera. I stopped running jarring Haz to a stop swell, I looked around and spotted a huge crowd of paparazzi across the road.

“shit” Haz muttered.

“can we get around them?”

“the apartment is down that street though” Haz said in a panic. 

“let’s run”

I gripped Haz’s clammy hand harder than before as we ran through the rain and straight into the storm of flashes and clicks. 

“(y/n) who’s your friend” one shouted

“(y/n)!” was repeated and ingrained in my brain as if I didn’t know my own name already. I just stayed looking down and tried to refrain from making any contact with the cameras. I pulled my hood as much over my face as possible. I could feel Haz trying to push through the crowd, everything was in slow motion and the crowd felt like the parting of a dark sea. 

“excuse me” I heard Haz shout repeatedly. Then it hit me, these photos of me and Haz would be everywhere by the end of the night.

“(y/n)?” I heard Haz mutter, I seeped out of my thought and pushed my hood back.

“these pictures are gonna be everywhere!” I said in a panic, my breathing became rushed and unsteady.

“don’t stress” Haz pleaded holding my shoulders 

“but Tom is gonna see them!” I said tears brimming in my eyes

“we were just holding hands it’s gonna be okay” Haz said pulling me into a hug, I cried into his t-shirt. He smelt like everything good combined, earth, flowers, bonfire and fresh cotton. Then clicks rattled in my ears from behind us.

“hey asshole” Haz shouted, his arms left my back and my body sighed. Haz started waving his arms in the air and the few cameras left. I grabbed him and we ran all the way back to the apartment. 

“that was eventful” Haz said slumping down on the sofa, I grabbed my phone from under the pillow on the sofa and started scrolling through my Instagram feed. Then that was when it all changed, a photo from through the Chinese restaurant window had been taken. Haz and I were kissing, it was so clear and obvious. My heart dropped and then a text from Tom came through, that was what made the guilt take over.

[peaches-of-1]

Demon AU: 666 So Fresh- Chapter 10

Some notes before you dive in, dear reader. If some things don’t make sense when it comes to Taehyung’s thoughts, that’s the point. It’s supposed to be messy and choppy and illogical.

Chapter warnings: Suicide attempt by a member (by drowning), panic scenario, so much fucking angst ok let me know if there are others you’d like me to add

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All three products of Hell’s splendor had just opened the door to their front door. It would be the last time they’d see it before tonight since they’d be spending the night in a hotel. Taehyung was looking at photos he’d taken of them in the hot air balloon ride, deciding which ones he was going to print out.

Yoongi lifted Zula up so that she could check another thing off of their list.

“I’m gonna get the portal started.” He kissed her lips.

That’s how they got to and from many places that weren’t exactly physical, portals. Only Yoongi could make them since he was the only one with full demon blood. Zula and Taehyung would have to learn them the human way, blood sacrifices and all that jazz. Ain’t nobody got time for that, so they just let Yoongi deal with it.

“Alrighty, I’ll go hang with Tae before changing.”

Zula made her way through the maze-like house to her boyfriend’s dark room. She knocked and he let her in. She was always surprised by the amount of photos he was treating. There were some from their earlier escapades as well. He hugged her around the waist as she looked at the ones of her watching the club portal open for the first time. The orange light reflecting off of her skin and her awestruck face was a photo op Taehyung couldn’t miss.

Not all of his photos needed to be treated inside of this room, only the ones used on the older cameras. He had three of them that he used regularly: The old Polaroid, the DSLR, and the his phone. Today, he decided to bring along the film one and was dealing with that one now.

“You’re really talented. I’m proud of you, Tae.”

“Thank you~” He crooned and hugged her closer. “Um...”

Zula looked at him, “Yea?”

He moved from her waist and grabbed her hand, “I want to show you something.”

“Ok.” She said, amused and curious as to why he was being so gentle with her instead of his overly excited and puppy dog self.

Taehyung carefully got the two of them out of the room and then opened the door to his mother’s room. Zula decided not to comment on how she thought the room was supposed to stay locked as he had warned them on their first day here. When the doors swung open, she audibly gasped. Tae led her by the hand with a smile. Each wall was covered in different photos of her. There was even a wall lined with pictures of Zula sleeping.

“I’ve taken a picture of you every morning since we’ve been together. If you think it’s creepy or weird, I’ll stop. I just...feel like I have to make sure you’re real.”

Zula squeezed his hand, “You can keep going. I love candids.” She gave him a genuine smile and waited for him to return it.

Taehyung did return the smile, box and all, “Well, take a look around and tell me which ones are your favorite.”

Their hands parted as she walked around the room and he watched her take in all that he had done so far. Sometimes she could tell what they had done the night before depending on how much glitter was on her body or how smeared her makeup was. Other times she asked Taehyung if he knew. He did. The background was usually his bedroom or her bedroom. Other times it was a hotel they had crashed in for the night.

The most recent one had three bodies in them instead of two. The third being Yoongi. Zula pointed at yesterday’s photo of herself. Her hair was all over the pillow, and a gloved hand was on her chest. Taehyung was taking a selfie wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt.

“This one is my favorite. It’s our first night as an official 3, huh?”

Taehyung nodded, “Yep.”

Zula snuggled against Tae, putting one hand on his chest and the other around his waist. “I wanna get to know you better.”

So the two did a back and forth with questions and walked to where Yoongi was. He asked them questions too, mostly what hobbies that had. Parent situation. Tae didn’t say much. The bright haired blonde decided not to press on, but Zula was curious.

“How come your mom’s room was locked in the first place? I know she’s...gone, but still. Why open it up now?”

Taehyung stayed quiet.

“Come on, Tae.” She said sternly. “You haven’t told us anything about your childhood other than the light stuff. I told you about my teachers and the amount of close calls. I deserve to know your deep shit too.”

Yoongi looked at him, “She’s right, y’know.”

Still no sound came from Wrath’s demi spawn. Zula decided whatever it was, then it was much worse than she thought. She got up and sighed.

“Fine. If you don’t wanna talk then you don’t have to. Just thought it might do some good to get it out in the open. Y’know, talk about it with people you trust. I’m sorry for asking.”

She touched his shoulder and was on her way to get dressed for tonight when he caught her wrist. Zula didn’t say anything, just looked at him and waited for him to say something.

Taehyung’s deep voice felt like chasm, “My mom slept in the room whenever I hurt myself as my punishment. Away from dad and I because she couldn’t bare knowing the two men she loved were monsters. Dad sometimes went out to hurt and destroy other people, to feed his demon while I tried to destroy myself.”

His grip on Zula’s wrist got tighter, “She made herself stay because she loved us but didn’t know of any way to help us. That’s why I kept it locked even after she passed...because I could pretend she was still waiting for herself to feel good enough to see us. I used to wait and try to be good, but sometimes she’d stay in there for weeks. I miss her and it’s crazy. I know.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to--”

“No, it’s fine. I trust you guys. I love you so much. I don’t want to hide anything from you especially since you shared so much with me.”

Yoongi spoke up, “So why open her room now?”

Tae’s eyes lit up, “I’ve got better memories to put in there now.”

He looked at his partners and smiled. Zula kissed him and went off to get ready for tonight’s party at Hoseok’s club. Yoongi answered more demon related questions for Taehyung to help him feel better and told the kid how proud he was of him.

Taehyung smoothed down his mullet as they entered the main room and dance floor. It was “Angel Night” where everyone was to be dressed in mostly white outfits. At the party, Zula waved at some dude who introduced himself as Jimin. He was walking over to the group, so Yoongi asked what Zula’s end goal with him was. She assured her boys that it was nothing serious and they’d only maybe kiss on the dance floor.

“And who are these nice men?” Jimin asked, looking at Zula’s partners.

Her eyes flashed gold, “My supervision. Let’s dance.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the center of chaos.

The two other boys decided to join some random demons for several rounds of drinks. Taehyung tried to have fun, but ever since earlier, dark thoughts started flooding back. He felt his childhood loneliness creep inside for when his mother hid and his dad set out to do what he was borne to do. Taehyung’s father went out to pick fights and cause strife, usually coming back with bloody fists. His mom used to yell at him for getting blood on the carpet, but stopped after he looked at her strangely.

During his confused adolescence that he fought through, one thought consumed Tae. He wasn’t meant to be loved. Everything was temporary. That smell. Why live when you didn’t enjoy life? It was a thought that weighed him down. He thought he’d gotten over it. Taehyung thought he had stopped following in his father’s steps. It pissed him off that he was wrong, but he kept it inside.

That smell, what was it?

It felt like he was a kid again. Scared. Teen. Worried. Empty adult. No one tried to save him. Lonely. Lonely. No one. “You’re sick!” That smell. “You’re weird. I like that.” But they didn’t know how weird until they found Tae bleeding profusely and cried until he woke up. Scared about how underwhelmed he was. His dad’s hands.

A loud voice on stage gave him distraction.

“How is everyone doin’ tonight?” The platinum blond man on stage asked. “We’re The Rose, and I’m Sammy. As you can tell, I’m a fallen angel.”

So that’s what that sweet smell was. Taehyung thought.

Sammy continued, “My vice? Envy. I wanna be remembered. Anyways, fun game time! First person to Charm me from where you’re standing during this speech that I’m doing right now gets to come up on stage and we’ll sing to them.”

He looked at the crowd and his eyes suddenly became a glowing green and he bit his lip.

A smirk formed on face, “Looks like we’ve already got a winner.”

Following his line of sight, it was Zula who was being lifted on stage to join him. It was Jimin who helped her up the stage steps and Sammy who held her hand for a short greeting to lead her to the microphone with him.

“What’s your name, beautiful?”

“Zula, Demi Spawn of Lust.”

Several demons were outraged that they had been beaten by a Demi Spawn. Others wondered how she even got in. Yoongi laughed from his spot at the bar and downed a shot. Taehyung filled his glass for him again. Zula admitted to being a fan of them, not knowing the front man was anything but human.

“Wanna sing along?” Sammy offered.

“Hell yeah!”

The band began to play and he started to sing first. Zula sang along rather quickly and basically Charmed the whole room with her voice. Taehyung smiled, but his mind returned to it’s deeply conflicted state. He wanted to protect Zula. He loved her so much, but he wasn’t meant to be loved. There was no way a girl with so much talent, a girl that could get even angels that had already fallen once to fall for her could want him.

A hand on Tae’s lap made him jump.

Yoongi peered into his face, “You good?”

“Yeah, I just...I’m not feeling it tonight. Can you send me home and apologize to Zula for me?”

Ne nodded, “No problem. Hope you feel better soon.” Yoongi placed a finger on Taehyung’s head and basically made a mental portal that sent mullet-boy home. “Bartender, another if you will!”

Zula made sure Jimin knew that she didn’t want to be anything more than club friends with him, and he said that was fine. He only liked playing with her as a fellow demi, anyways. She asked him about the last time they met, how he tried to Charm her. It wasn’t something she knew how to do. Jimin assured Zula that it was in her demon blood, all she had to do was find a target she wanted and get them.

“You’re a Lustie, after all.”

She gasped and turned around in shock as she heard Sammy speak, “I know him!” left her mouth as a surprised whisper.

The blonde rocker mentioned Charming him for a prize.

Jimin moved his lips to her ear, “Do it. Charm him right now.”

“But I--”

“You want to get closer to him, right? Then do it. All you gotta do is want his attention.”

Zula took a deep breath and silently willed Sammy to look over at her. She felt a dull electrical spark behind her eyes accompanied by a calm breeze when they finally made eye contact. The introvert inside her threatened to break it, but another soft whisper came from Jimin’s lips.

“You’ve almost got him, Zula. You are more than worth his time.”

She felt herself penetrating his brain and making him want her. Yeah, Zula was the one who wanted him to notice her, but she was going to force him into craving her attention  and her presence more. The green twinkle of his eyes got more intense.

“Looks like we’ve got a winner.” Sammy spoke.

Jimin grinned and cooed, “Good girl, now let’s get you up there.”

Zula sang her heart out using her air power to expand her diaphragm. Everyone clapped and Sammy put his arm around her waist.

“Is this ok?” He asked.

She smiled and nodded, “I stopped charming you a while ago, though.”

“I know.” Sammy winked at her.

Before the crowd could completely die down, he thanked her for Charming him and then said her name once more as she left the stage to go find her boys. She quickly kissed Jimin on the cheek and told him “thank you” before her search. Yoongi was chatting with and old demon buddy. He pulled his girlfriend closer and kissed her.

“You were great up there! I didn’t even know you were practicing your Charm.”

She smiled, “Only took two lessons with Jimin. Where’s our other boyfriend?”

“Went home, said he wasn’t feeling it.”

Zula nodded, “I wanna check on him. Send me home for a bit?”

Yoongi drew a pentagram on her palm and then something else, “You’ve got 10 minutes to come back or you gotta find another way to return.”

“‘Kay!”

And she found herself with feet on a shiny wooden floor and silence instead of the busy and loud club.

Taehyung now new why his dad left the house when he was itching for blood. He didn’t want mom to see his anger. Tae was mad for no reason, and it was all spilling out. He didn’t want to be like his dad. He was mad at himself for making Zula and Yoongi have to pretend to care about him. He didn’t want to hurt them or make them lock themselves away.

A small voice told him to calm down and be reasonable, but his demon side fanned angry flames that made him want to hurt somebody. He chose is usual target of himself. He filled the bathtub with cold water, hoping it would clear his head and douse his flame. The sink was too small.

He was on fire. His whole body burned and he couldn’t control it. I twas devouring him. Taehyung had to stop the flames from eating himself whole. He sat on the edge of the tub and leaned back like the times before when he had bound his arms and legs.

This time he was free to move, but he didn’t since he was scared. There was peace here. So what if he froze to death? No one would miss him. Drowning or suffocation in the water would be easy clean up. He wanted to laugh at these thought that had come a million times before, but bile rose in his throat instead. Instinct told him to keep his mouth closed.

He felt himself going towards the white corridor. Taehyung might see that demon from his childhood again when he was so lost.

Air rushed into his lungs as his body collided with the treated wood floor. He saw green. Not white, and it was soft. The warmth over him came with yelling and rocking. His world was shaken. Light appeared again and his brown eyes saw hazel.

“Zula?”

“Did you really come back home to do another attempt? I thought you were going to try and live!” She had tears in her eyes.

No one had cried for him in a long time. There was a green towel around his shoulders. He looked at her, making sure of her tears. Zula sobbed as she continued to dry him off. Tae said two words he meant for the first time in forever.

“I’m sorry.” They tasted strange. “I’m sorry, Zula. I didn’t mean to. My brain was a mess, and I didn’t know what to do. I went backwards in a really bad way. I’m sorry.”

A fire was still lit inside of him, but it wasn’t raging like it was before, trying to claim him and make him into a beast. This flame was cool and consistent. She was angry at him, but Taehyung was glad that she was. No one in years had seen his destruction and worked to help him through the aftermath or tried to save him.

His mom ignored him. His dad told him to embrace it without telling him how to. Friends stopped being friends after they found out. They ran away.

“How do you define love?”

Confused, Zula looked up at him and place his hand in hers, “Why are you asking me this?”

“I don’t know what love is, but I just want you to be happy no matter the cost. I don’t want you to lock yourself away because of what I do. I love you, Zula. I really really love you.”

Zula grabbed Tae’s face and made him look at her, “Then live. I love you too, and I’ll be happier with you alive and taking pictures of us. Our adventures. Our love. Ok, Taehyung? Don’t do that again and live.”

He nodded, “ I want to live. I want to keep seeing you. I want you happy. I’ll live.”

“Good.” She kissed him softly and helped him stand and walk on the wet floor.

Yoongi was in the living room, sitting on the couch, with tea on the coffee table, “I’m glad you made the right choice, Tae. I’ve been waiting for you to make it. Sit. Tea and blankets for you to warm yourself up.”

He nodded and sat, now in dry clothes but hair still a bit damp. The older demon wrapped him in the lime green fleece and handed him the mug.

“What do you mean you were waiting?” Zula asked, pure fury lacing her voice. “Did you know?”

Yoongi’s eyes glowed as a warning for her to calm down. She folded her arms, knowing she was still no match for someone who knew what he was since birth and had been training long before she was even thought about being conceived.

“I knew he hadn’t fully decided whether or not this new life was for him or not. He’s been unsure about a lot of things. Mostly things pertaining you and if he was truly going to move on or not. I couldn’t make any of these decisions for him.”

“I do love you, Zula, and now I know you love me.” Taehyung spoke up, still fragile in some way, still processing everything that had happened. “Not because you saved me, but because stayed with me afterwards.”

She smiled and felt exhausted all of a sudden. A starving pain shot through her stomach as her body finally relaxed. Yoongi got her to sit down before she fainted and gave her a huge bowl of pasta.

“You’re already a good singer. You don’t need to use your powers for more air, especially when you’ve got someone or something charmed already.”

“Ok, I won’t. It was hard to focus on the singing part anyways.”

Tae asked, “What’s Jimin like?”

Zula smiled and swallowed, “Jimin’s a Pride Demi, so he’s confident but also unexpectedly shy at times. He used his Charm on me last time and helped me to learn how to use it. He also called me a Lustie...several times. Was I supposed to be offended?”

Yoongi laughed and shook his head, “That’s just a cutesy nickname for Lust demons. They call us Greeds. Then there’s Wraths, Vans or Vanities, Gluts, Envines. Just slang.”

“I wanna meet Jimin again. Seems cool.” Taehyung stuck his hand into a bag of chips that had probably been out all day.

Zula made a face that Yoongi’s eyes caught. She remembered something. He didn’t say anything about it. It would be her choice to say something or not.

She shifted in her seat, “Hey, Yoongi, um...Jimin and I were talking about my being human upbringing and I told him about my dumb baby names. And he made this comment that was like ‘Oh, you want kids?’ which...which made me wonder…”

“Yeah?”

“Can demons or demi demons have kids or are we just so biologically fucked that it’s not possible? I’m not even sure if I want kids, but I just don’t like the idea of not having that option.”

Zula was a girl, raised as a human. The pressure to have kids of her own must’ve been a constant thing in her life. Also, Zuzu was a “do anything” kind of girl. The possibility of not being able to do something...Yoongi told her the truth.

“The short answer is yes. You could have a biological kid if you wanted.”

She smiled and kissed Taehyung, leaning against him, “Whenever you feel better, I wanna practice.”

Taehyung nearly spit out his tea. He wiped his mouth with his arm, “I’d like that.”

Yoongi sat next to Zula and put his head in her lap, “I’m so lucky to have you.”

[bangin-bts-blog]

One In A Million

hi! could I please get a taehyung imagine where you go to one of their fan signings and he immediately takes a liking to you??? thank you!!! Xx

a/n: sorry that this is a day late, my internet crashed!

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Ever since a year prior to purchasing the tickets, it was finally the week of BTS’ fan signing, and as Friday drew closer I was becoming more nervous. I remember practically begging my mother, on my knees, to buy the tickets. But her excuse was: ‘You’re an adult now, go get a job and stop being so lazy!’. And so that’s what I did. I worked long hours and did over time and I even worked the hours and days my coworkers would work that I normally wouldn’t. I worked my ass off to be able to garner enough money for the tickets, and my god they were expensive.

“So, do you know what you’re wearing on Friday?” My best friend Katie enquired over the phone, on Wednesday night.

“No, I’ve no idea,” I sighed, “I was literally just going for my normal, everyday jeans with a random top and my vans,” This came out as more of a question, rather than a statement. “I mean, I could always go naked.” I shrugged, and I earned a chuckle from Katie.

“Yes, and then Taehyung will definitely notice you,” she mocked. “Well, since I’m not letting you meet your fave with such a boring attire, we’ll go shopping tomorrow for the perfect outfit! If you want to make an impression lets start with the clothes.”

“Katie, you do realise that each and every one of those seven boys encounters at least a thousand or so girls daily. There is no way that I could make some sort of an impression on anyone of them, let alone Taehyung, besides, there are so much more girls than me that are far more attractive. Take a look at the female idols,-” 

“Y/N, stop comparing your self to those idols! You are not them and they are not you. You are talented and gorgeous and you are good enough. Taehyung will love you, trust me. I’ll be your personal fortune teller, and in my visions, I can see him taking a chance on you. Trust me.” 

“Please don’t tell me you’re going to wear, this,” Katie motioned with her hands to my outfit. I noticed the evident disgust in her voice. I looked down at my outfit and smoothed out the top with the evident creases. I made a mental note in my head to iron the shirt tonight to have it ready. I looked up at her again and nodded.

I had knitted my eyebrows in confusion, I couldn’t see what was bad about it. “Why, what’s wrong with it?” 

She crossed her arms and sassily told me, “Everything.” And with that comment, we were off to the mall, to find a new outfit. 

We scoured all the stores, all the racks, and shelves to find the ‘perfect outfit’. Katie had now begun mimicking a psychic, closing her eyes and extending out her arms and what is seems is she's massaging the air, but I’d imagine it’s her crystal ball. I was looking through the shirts when I caught her doing this, I cocked out my hip and stared at her in bewilderment. 

“Katie, what on earth, are you doing?” I signed. Lately, she has shown interest in this new hobby of hers.

“Mhmm, I am envisioning your perfect outfit,” she replied in a soothing voice. “It will be black jeans, a black silk tank top with lace detailing and a leather jacket with ankle boots.” She opened her eyes and smiled cockily at me.

I bit my lip, trying to envision the outfit that she had so just made up for me. “Not gonna lie, Katie, that sounds really good.” I raised my eyebrows at her, utterly impressed. “I’m still going to tell you that you should do fashion as your major, instead of Criminology, babe.” 

She simply rolled her eyes at me, before linking her arm in mine, “It isn’t a crime to be fashionable while looking for clues.” We laughed as we made our way out of the store, and walking around the mall, entering different shops and purchasing the items. 

In the end, Katie was the one who paid for my outfit, I told her I’d return her the money, but she denied my offer. Saying that she doesn’t need the money because she knows I’d thank her tomorrow night when I call her to say that Taehyung would take a liking to me. I simply laughed it off and responded with an okay, I still didn’t believe her. But, small a part of me wants to believe what she’s saying is true, but we can only wait for tomorrow.

I laid in bed, texting Katie about tomorrow. I still couldn’t believe, that in less than 12 hours, I would finally be meeting Taehyung. I looked over at my outfit that rested upon handers that were hung on my wardrobe.

Katie, you have a good sense of fashion [10:34] I’ve no idea what I’d do without you! [10:34]

Honestly, Y/N, you’re a hopeless mess when it comes to fashion! [10:36] Babe, you actually need me, in your life to coordinate your outfits [10:37]

Could you please be my personal stylist? [10:37] And true, I’m lost without you [10:38] Also, I’m willing to pay you [10:38]

And what is this form of payment you are willing to provide me with? [10:38]

Pizza, ice cream and horror movies every Sunday night [10:38]

Y/N... [10:39] Babe... [10:39] That’s what we already do... [10:39]

Exactly! [10:40]

Sold [10:40]

The whole night I could not sleep because my nerves got the better of me. When I finally did end up sleeping, I would dream up different scenarios of how my encounter with Taehyung would go. But, unfortunately, I woke up sweating because the dream always turned into a bad ending and then I’d lie awake for a good 20 minutes trying to process what happened that made it have a shitty ending.

Katie woke me up at seven thirty in the morning, by jumping onto me and screaming in my ear, “Good morning!”

“Ah, KATIE YOU SCARED THE LIFE OUT OF ME! YOU KNOW I HATE IT WHEN YOU DO THT!” I scolded a smiling Katie, who was utterly pleased with herself by waking me up with a scare.

“Wake up! Todays the day where you meet your future boyfriend! Rise and shine, sleepy head! There’s probably a long line of impatient girls forming lines around the block right now...” Her voice trailed off as she got up from me.

“Okay, okay I’m up.” I got up from my warm bed and headed to my bathroom. I was in the middle of brushing my teeth when I asked her for a ride to the venue.

“I’ll even pick you up!” She chirped. 

When it was time to do my makeup, Katie suggested I go for a natural bronzed look, and I did I was told. I never doubted her because I knew she knew what she was doing.

I stood in from of the full-length mirror with my complete look, Katie practically squealed in my ear.

"Ahh! You look so good, babe! Now let's go!" We made sure I didn't forget anything and soon we made our way out to the car and towards the venue.

When we arrived, the line was pretty long.

"Alright. You're gonna be okay, won't you?" She enquired softly.

"Yes, mother, I am not 5 years old." I joked.

"Text me when you're about to meet your man, and when you need a lift home!" I nodded. She blew a kiss and left.

I took my place in line and waited patiently to get inside the actual venue. As I waited in line, I made friends with various girls who all seem very sweet. I took a liking to this one girl, Jasmine, who flew out of state to come see them. I found this very admirable, that she would travel across the state to see her idols. Frankly, I would do the same.

The minutes trickled into hours as we stood outside in the line until finally, they let us in. The interior of the venue had rows of seats, starting a few meters from the stage, and extended all the way to the bag on the building. The staff members would guide us to our seats. This action took about half an hour, and when everyone was seated, a loud voice boomed from the speakers.

"The moment you've been all waiting for since each and everyone one of you purchased your tickets. Are you ready?" The building erupted into different high pitched screams.

"Here you are, ladies and gents, BTS!"  And with that, the boys filed onto the stage as Fire played in the speakers. As always, the crowd would go wild at the sight of them. I, unfortunately, didn't join in because my breath caught in my throat at the sight of Taehyung, giving his signature box smile that his eyes would become crescent moons. 

I was completely awestruck.

The boys would bow and wave to all corners of the venue. They began to introduce themselves.

"We know who you are!" A voice shouted from somewhere at the back of the building. In return, the boys lost it in various chuckles. 

You know the way in movie scenes, like in high school romances where when the girl sees her crush, the scene immediately goes black, except the single shaft of light that shines on her crush, because that's how she sees them? Imagine that right now, but with Taehyung. I thought I would be so nervous, that I wouldn't have the balls to look at him, but my eyes were glued to him from the moment he came out.

When everyone was seated, and they sat at the tables, they began to interact with the fans. They all seemed like seven, normal best friends. They were having the time of their lives, they were laughing and smiling and so in the moment. I admired their friendship so much because they have such an unbreakable bond. And to tell you the truth, I've always wondered what it would be like to hang out with them, behind the scenes, off camera.

I always dreamed of going to parties with them, going to the movies or to restaurants. In a way, I was a little envious of the people that were able to do those things with them. They all seemed to be the life of the party, and when Tae got drunk for the first time and posted all those selfies with Jungkook, it made me laugh awfully hard, he seemed like so much fun to be with.

Since I was staring at Taehyung, I could look at his movements. The way we fiddled with the mic, or wiped his head ever so slightly to remove the strands of hair that had fallen over his eyes, or the way he clung onto the members sitting to his left or right and how he would try and play with them, but to them they thought he was a little annoying. He would also sometimes scan the crowd to himself, look down and smile. It felt like he was very grateful for all those who turned up to see them. Him.

I must have been staring at him for so long, that I somehow didn't notice him staring back at me. Once I was aware of my surroundings, my cheeks flushed red and I averted my gaze to the ceiling then to my surroundings, then finally the floor. 

"So, we will now commence the reason why you all bought tickets and came for, is to speak with us individually and we sign some stuff in return," Namjoon spoke into the mic with a smile, "our lovely staff will usher you and or your friends if you aren't here alone, to form a line towards the side of the stage and tell you when it's your next turn. Thank you." He gave a small nod at the crowd, and with that, the staff was up on their feet, having a perfect strategy as for how to guide us.

Half an hour later, it was my turn to position myself in front of Taehyung. When I sat down in front of him, he was signing the CD.

"Ahh~ hello! What's-" He stopped when you looked up at me. "Oh, you're the girl in the crowd that wanted to have a staring competition with me, right?" He chuckled. 

"Haha, yes." I lied.

He nodded then proceeded to continue, "Well, what's your name?" accompanied with a soft smile.

I told him. "Yahhh~ that's such a beautiful name!" 

I let out a small laugh, and he looked at me perplexed. "I'm sure you say that to all your fans." I pouted.

Tae looked at me a little hurt, shocked to hear me say it. I saw him swallow as he tried to find his words, "Well, it is true that I compliment my fans on their names, but I rarely say it." 

I sighed, "My intention was to never hurt you. You see, Tae, you're my bias and my thoughts are going a mile a minute and I can't speak properly because the first thing I have ever done to you is hurt you and that's not my intentions at all because I love you and I still can't believe this is reality, I still think it's a dream and if there's anything I can do to make it up to you-" 

Taehyung began to laugh wholeheartedly, "Y/N, you didn't hurt me, at all! If I seemed hurt to you, I was only kidding!" He smiled at me warmly, to reassure me I haven't done damage. 

"But, as for making it up to me..." He looked around to the members who were invested in listening to their fans and signing their things, and to the staff members that were doing their jobs to avoid chaos, his sand slipped off the table and disappeared, only to return moments later with a piece of paper in his enclosed palm. He quickly scribbled something on it and swiftly open the CD case and deposited it inside and shut it quickly again.

Tae spoke in a low voice, leaning towards me which I followed and turned my head, as he whispered into my ear. 

"Inside, I have written down my mobile number. I'll be staying here for a few more days, and in two days from now, on Sunday, I have a day off. Text me around midnight tonight." He leaned back in his chair and smirked at me.

"I'd like to take you up on that offer." He said boldly, his face changed as he looked to the fan beside me, smiling. It was her turn to him and my five minutes were up.

"No way!" Katie exclaimed as she kept looking at me and the road.

"Yep," I confirmed for the twentieth time. I had told her in detail what had occurred earlier on the day.

"You're kidding!"

"Katie, I'm about to jump out of this car if you question me about my story one more time." I jokingly warned.

She lifted one of her arms up, defeated. I looked down at the piece of paper that had the scribbled down the number on it. I smirked, shaking my head.

"This is too good to be true," I murmured to myself, but Katie heard me. We pulled into my drive way and she turned on the light in the car. 

"Hey," she spoke softly, placing her thumb and index finger on my chin and gently turned my head to face her.

"You are beautiful, kind, smart, generous, loving, supportive and I could go on forever listening all the best qualities about you because the pros out weigh the cons." She gave me a small smile.

"What are the cons?" I joked.

"You're always late, to everything," she pursed her lips and nodded, to confirm her own statement. "And you wake up late." I laughed because it was true.

 "Are you waiting to say, "I told you so"? That something like would happen, that your predictions and visions and dreams were true?" I cocked an eyebrow up at her.

 I watched as Katie sank back into the driver's seat, placing on hand over the other in her lap, looking and them, trying to not let her mouth quiver into a smile. I rolled my eyes, allowing her to get her satisfaction.

 "I told you so!" We both erupted into laughter, as our voices filled the car. When we calmed down, I wished her a good night.

 "Hey, Y/N?" I bent down to the windows level.

"Yeah?"

"He's going to love you." She smiled and reversed out of my drive way, and she went home. I waved at her before heading inside. 

I had dinner, watched a few episodes of my show and hopped into the shower. When I got out, it felt like the piece of paper with the phone number was calling out to me, almost screaming, 'Text him!' I dried off my body and hair, slipped on my pyjamas and got into bed. I kept looking at my phone and the piece of paper than rested on my bedside table. I checked the time on my phone, and it was five minutes to midnight. 

I fiddled with my fingers and waited. I waited and waited, and whenever it felt like the five minutes were up, I was disappointed to see that only a minute had passed. As I eagerly waited for the time to strike twelve, I dozed off. I woke up in a panic, thinking I didn't just doze off but fully slept and I thought it was the early hours of the morning. But to my relief, it was only 12:12. I grabbed the paper and with shaking fingers typed in the number, and sent the text.

Hey, it's Y/N. [12:12]

Taehyung is typing...

Hey, I must be so handsome, if you stared at me for so long, haha [12:14]

My heart skipped a beat.

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[flyskyleap]

24K FANMEETING IN BARCELONA - 5th AUGUST 2017

So I went to 24K's concert in Barcelona yesterday, 5th August 2017.  I will explain my experience at the concert, as well as my impression of 24K and so on.

24K I fell for 24K many years ago. I think it was 4 years ago when I was totally obsessed with this group. I fell for them bc of the choreography of "Hurry Up" (빨리와). I've loved their choreo and synch (like the old man behind the dance version). After that I started following them, waiting for their singles, but being honest I've hardly ever watched any variety programs of them. I've read some interviews, at first it was bc I was running a fanbase from another group and they appeared at the same magazine and I've read one of their interviews. Tbh I've laughed a lot at that time bc of that interview, so I started reading other interviews they were in, so I started following them. (Something personal~) I must say that my way of being fan differs a lot from the "way of being fan" for another people. I'm not into social media. I don't care about other people's life or idol rumours... First, for me, it's only a waste of time; second, I don't know, I'm just not used to it. I'm that kind of people that prefers to waste time watching video on Youtube, chatting with friends, reading or just doing nothing. So that means that I follow fansites, and I follow many things of kpop, but I hardly ever use social media, or just don't read other people's comment... So I get the info really late; if I get it some day... So one day for me, I don't know why, somehow 24K just disappeared of my TL, and I got any news. At that time, many boy bands got disbanded, so I thought they got disbanded as well. However, a few months later they came back again, but with a concept I didn't like that much and with new members. I was in love with many other K-Pop groups, so I just let them behind and focused into other groups.

24K FANMEETING IN BARCELONA

So then why did I go to the fanmeeting of 24K in Barcelona? I was in Spain at that time, in a city only one hour from Barcelona, the concert was quite cheap (35€), so, since I was in love with that group 4 years ago, I've decided to go to the concert and see them personally. My ticket included also Hi-touch, so the first thing we've got was the Hi-touch. And then everything started. I took my time at the Hi-touch (there weren't many people and I've got anybody behind, so it was ok!). Cory was first, he made a feint to me while the hi-touch, I was really surprised, I really didn't expected that, and I don't know why came my German (I really don't know why) and just said "Nein!!!" while laughing, I couldn't believe it!! Then came JiHong! He high-fived me and smiled to me! And here there is a gap in my mind. I don't remember if there was Changsun after Hongseob or Hongseob after Changsun, as well as I don't remember who didn't even look at me, I was so surprised, that I just didn't realize who was next (I'm sorry!), I really felt so a huge distance even if there was only 5 cm of distance, that I got shocked and I missed the next person. But after that, there was Jeunguk, his eyes! his gaze! there was only sincerity in their eyes! (I really don't know why this guy did hide his eyes behind the sunglasses at his debut in 24K!) and he's more good looking in person!! I told him that he was my bias and he was really surprised and he smiled to me and took my hand! I was really surprised, this time in a good way! and then there was Kisu (maybe I'm just crazy, but I've felt like he was kind of not so motivated bc I told JeungUk that I was his fan), so then I've said "Kisu~" and he took my hand really tight and greeted me till I had to let him! So for me already at the Hi-touch I've gotten really good experience with the 3 guys that were in 24K 4 years ago. (Something personal~) Moreover, I have to say that for me it was really touching that JeungUk got the same hair-colour as myself, that was the same as Sandeul's last year when I saw him! Totally my boy style! Then I got to the fanmeeting/concert room, the place was not so big, but also not so small, it was ok! and the air conditioner was on, something that I was really thankful for... In Barcelona it was really too hot! At the fanmeeting/concert hall there was kind of stairs quite next to the stage, so I stayed there and could watch everything really, really good and quite near even if I was almost the last one entering at the hall! Then the fanmeeting started. The moderators introduced themselves, whose name I've forgotten, did kind of quiz (asking what does 24K means, explaining one of the nicknames of Cory, and saying the birthdate of the members) and after that the fanmeeting officially started. The boys did their first performance "Hey You" (오늘 예쁘네) after that they introduced themselves and Cory translated everything the members couldn't say in English. They made a lot of jokes, Cory, JeungUk and Kisu had always anything to say; specially Cory did a lot jokes and Kisu was always joking about his English skills. JeungUk had always anything funny to say too, as well as Hongseob. Then the guys answered some questions the fans wrote on the fancafe, each answered 3 questions. I forgot a lot of questions and answers right now, (it was my first fanmeeting, I'm so sorry!). I just remember the questions

Q: Which member does blush the most when he sees a beautiful lady?

A: Cory!

Q: Which posters do you have in your room? (to Cory)

A: I have a lot of posters, but one I really take care of is of one of Stevie Wonder, Coldplay (and many other American groups).

He said too, he will print a photo of the fans and put it on the ceiling, so that he can watch us every night before sleeping and after waking up! another question was

Q: Which member does take longer in the shower? This question was answered by Hongseob, and said that Jungeuk takes 20 minutes to take a shower and that Kisu doesn't have a shower (obviously a joke).

Q: Which K-Pop band do you like? Kisu: 24K! and this is the last question I remember right now...

Q: Did you ever see a fan that you would like to marry? JeungUk: There were so many!

Then the members asked him to choose a fan he would like to marry at the concert and he finally chose one that had a poster in which it was written "Oppa! Choose me!". Then Cory asked the fan if the poster was written for JeungUk, and the fan answered "No! It was for Jinhong!" at that moment Jeunguk's heart got broken and suddenly started shouting "OK! NEXT NEXT!"

After answering some more questions they did other performances, and after that Cory got to the stage alone and asked the crowd for a random performance. He suggested for 'Despacito' but the fans wanted the 'you are so cute' performance, so we finally won and he sung 'you are so cute' !!! I didn't think, I would listen that song, even if it was only for a few seconds! (Yaayyy my dream came true!) and at the end before going down the stage, he sang 'Despacito' (his dream came true too!).

The next play was related with the fans too, they called some numbers that some fans got and go up to the stage. They got a roulette and they had to pick up anything that was in there (selfie, bf video message, sexy dance, backhug, aegyo and eye contact). At that time Jeunguk got back the love he had lost with the "poster girl" bc the girl who got the selfie, had a Jeunguk picture as lock screen; he felt really proud of it, and it was so funny. Finally, they chose another fan, that wrote a really touching story and they danced for her. After that, they thanked the crowd, did some more performances, and go out of the stage till the encore time.

PERSONALLY THOUGHTS/FACTS ABOUT 24K MEMBERS I think that my impression about the guys, it's already written in the last part, but! I must say that I really felt in love with the boys, especially in the 3 that were at the "beginning" (JeungUk technically joined later in the group).

Anyway, I must say that Cory was really talkative, he really took care of the atmosphere in the hall. He cared a lot of the fans who were in there. At his 'solo stage' (let me name it like this) he really exposed what he felt, that he wanted us to be happy in there, that we got there to have a good time, so he had to accomplish our expectation. I must say that he was talkative bc he's a native English speaker, I don't know what could have happened if this fanmeeting was in Korea with Korean fans, maybe all of them did expose their thoughts too. He really took care of translating everything and to translate the jokes that the members couldn't explain in English. What I liked the most about Cory was his sincerity. His laugh was sincere, and I really could feel that what he was saying, he said it bc he felt it. I won't say that he's like a normal person, he isn't; he's an idol. I don't say it in a bad way, don't misunderstand me. I just say it in the way that he's used to always take care of a crowd and people can feel it, he's a professional taking care of the crowd, he knows what fans want, he really understands the fans' feelings; and that's good. Sometimes idols can feel it, and when you are sincere and you understand your fans, that's the best thing you can get. Here's an example: The fan that got the bf video message (from Hongseob). Hongseob spoke in Korean at the video, and before the fan went out of the stage, Cory offered himself to translate the video in case she couldn't find anyone who can translate it for her.

About Kisu I still wonder how the hell did he manage to make jokes, even if his English was not so good. Something that surprised me was that he wasn't afraid to show that he can't good English. What I liked the most of Kisu was his gaze, I really felt like he looked at all of us saying "thank you". I don't remember anymore if he did say it loud or not, the thing is that I could feel it in his eyes. And for him I must say, that I really feel him like a normal person. With this I'm not saying that he doesn't care about the crowd or he isn't a professional like Cory: NO! It's only the thing, that he could transmit everything without words and he saw many people crying and tried to cheer them up so that they can enjoy the night in a good way! Being honest, among the 24K members he was the one I've felt closest to.

Then comes my bias, Jeunguk. Tbh before going to the concert I was afraid not being able to recognize him, bc when I "knew" him, he had always sunglasses (really big ones), but the thing is... that I could recognize him from the very beginning. Jeunguk always tried to say anything funny in everything what members said. He had always a logical-funny point of view (at least for me) that made the fanmeeting even funnier. The problem? As always: the language. As I've said above, his gaze was also amazing. Tbh I haven't felt his gaze as deep as Kisu's, but! I must say that it was still deep and sincere. At the very beginning of the concert, he saw me at the hall concert, and I don't know if he remembered me at the hi-touch or he just saw someone alone in a corner, but he waved to me! I've really felt deeply in love with his aura.

Finally, about the other 3 members that were in there: Jinhong, Changsun and Hongseob; I don't have that much to say. I don't know if it was bc I knew Cory, Kisu and Jeunguk, but I didn't pay too much attention to them. I just can say that Jinhong it's really shy and I've felt like he was afraid to speak English somehow (or maybe he couldn't say anything), but even at the Hi-touch I've really felt that he was really sincere too! About Changsun and Hongseob, both laughed a lot, Changsun sometimes encouraged himself and tried to tell any jokes in English.

I feel really sorry not being able to see Daeil and SungOh, I liked both of them personally a lot, specially Daeil's dance, I would like to have seen a dance stage of Daeil and Jeunguk... But we'll see next time! I really would like to have met the Chinese member: Hui, I hope next time I can meet him too.

SONGLIST -Hey you -Been you -Only You -Still 24K -Bingo -Superfly -It's secret (Encore) Special Song: U are so cute + Despacito (Cory random song stage)

ABOUT THE COMPANY AND ORGANIZATION I must say that the fanmeeting was really good bc of the boys, bc about the company and organization was one of the worse I've never seen in my life, something what I'm really surprised about. I'm not a topic girl or anything like that, but the company SkeyAce is a German company, and well I must say that during the time I've been living in Germany I've got any problem about concerts or anything else (either punctuality or organization) -not with this company, this is the first time I'm going into a concert with this company-. I don't want to speak about topics, I don't think them exist, but bc of my experiences in Germany I didn't expect that everything were so poor organized. Yes, the concert was cheap, really cheap if we talk about a K-Pop, but... They didn't do any promotion of the 24K fanmeeting/concert, the fans themselves did the promotion of the event. What kind of company is this? (I don't want to say it too laud, bc maybe it's also fault of Choeun Ent, but anyway!!!) We -the fans- do pay for the Entrance Ticket, we ask for concerts, we do everything! Why the company can't even do promotion of the event? Why we -the fans- do have to promote our group? I don't feel like it's my job, even if I can do it nicely for free. We are used to life in a world in which fans have to do everything, then why do I need to pay such an amount of money for a concert? That money is not going entirely to the members. Then the translator. Cory translated everything from Korean into English, but at the hall there was a translator, an Korean-Spanish translator. It was a kid. As a translation and interpreting student I've really felt that they undervaluated my major. That boy did his best and I really cheer him up, but SkeyAce: what the fuck?! The concert was cheap, ok; but that doesn't mean that you could do everything you want. Moreover there was a delay of almost 2 hours. It's summer, in Barcelona. It was fucking hot. They say there were technical problems, I want to think it was true. But this can't be. They didn't say anything, if we've got any news was bc of the Fanbase of 24K in Spain, they didn't post anything explaining about the delay or anything else. I don't know if it was bc of the Spanish hall or bc of anything else, but the company didn't spoke to us directly or even got any information. I must say that the Staff in Sala Apolo were really friendly and took care of the fans that were in the queue, they gave them umbrellas and water, bc it was extremedly hot, something that I didn't experience anywhere else. At the end of the concert, SkeyAce did thanked to the people who helped them to make that concert real (internships) and I really wonder how would the organization have been if there wasn't bc of that persons (they seemed really thankful to the internships). So as a fan, I can't say nothing but thank you for let me see 24K for a really good price, but please there are many things that doesn't need to pay for, think about it next time.