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scarletttries · 16 days ago

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Write A Kiss Request: Kang Dae-Ho/ Player 388 (Squid Game) x Reader...a kiss out of envy or jealousy

(prompt list here) & 2025 Request List - requests open for Dae-Ho

...a kiss for Dae-Ho out of jealousy

Of all the places you had ever found yourself getting a crush on someone, this was definitely the strangest. An almost sterile dorm room with bunk beds stacked to the ceiling. A playground of kids games with deadly consequences. A way to pay off your debts but risking your life in the process. Yeah, you really didn't need your mind to keep floating away on one of the players you were competing alongside, and yet try as you might you couldn't stop thinking about Dae-Ho.

Maybe it was the way he tried his hardest to make you smile after every awful round of your latest terrifying ordeal. Or the way he was constantly going out of his way to keep you safe and make sure you felt protected around him. Honestly it might just have been how the muscles in his arms would bulge every time he brushed his long black hair out of his face and tied it up behind him the way his sisters had taught him. He was enchanting, and beautiful, and silly and warm and he felt like the perfect distraction, if not your salvation, in a place like this.

You only wished there wasn't another player trying to use you as the same kind of distraction.

You hadn't even heard of 'the great rapper Thanos' before you entered these bizarrely painted halls, cringing every time he cornered you between games to try and charm you with his barely rhyming words and creepy nicknames. It wasn't hard to see that he was just trying it on with every girl in this place, but that didn't make it any less stomach-turning when his sights were set on you.

Luckily Dae-Ho had also noticed the way Thanos watched intently whenever you strolled across the room, and how seem to keep track of you in every game you played. Of course, Dae-Ho was doing the same thing, but you welcomed his presence, and he knew you felt safe with him by the way you stuck to his side every chance the two of you had. He was sure you were just being polite when you laughed at Thanos's terrible jokes, and applauded his awful little songs. You had to be. There was no way you'd actually see something in that purple haired weirdo.

That's what the sweet, misguided marine tried to tell himself, his own simmering resentment and insecurity plaguing his mind every time he saw you and the wannabe rapper together. You were the only silver lining of this hell-hole, the one comfort he had found in his darkest time, and he couldn't let himself imagine that you could feel anyway other than the same aching he felt. A desperate longing for the two of you to escape this place, to go back to your homes and then carve a new one out together where debt, and judgement, and the fear of this place could never find you. In the scariest moments of the games that was what Dae-Ho pictured, and it gave him enough strength to keep going, for the two of you and the life you could have together.

And so it was hardly a surprise when after the latest game every drop of blood in his veins started to boil when Thanos ran up to you in the dorm and scooped you up in a dramatic reunion hug.

"Senorita! I was so worried I had lost my girl in that round, it was crazy!"

He was right that it had been crazy. The mad scramble to find a room, and the desperate clinging to any hand you capture, and the uncertainty of who else would emerge safely when the doors finally opened. Dae-Ho hadn't let you leave his mind or his side for the duration of the game, never feeling so certain about his devotion to you as he did now. It was a game that had everyone huddling together a little bit closer as the dorm filled again, and Dae-Ho wasn't going to waste the adrenaline coursing through his veins on anything other than getting you away from Thanos.

"She's not your girl." He stated firmly, a little louder than he meant to as he stepped between you and Thanos where the purple-haired player had finally set you back on your feet. It was a relief that Dae-Ho had said exactly the phrase you were thinking, feeling safer to put some distance between you and Thanos now that he had arrived. Thanos smirked and stared dead-eyed through him, still a little out of his mind and looking for a reason to argue.

"Says who? Some nobody!" He spat out, looking around for one of his little cronies to echo his bitter laughter. You could see the focused look in Dae-Ho's eyes falter as Thanos's words struck a nerve, the echo of his father's view of him his whole life. You inched closer to Dae-Ho, letting your fingers trace softly down his arm until your hand found his, immediately getting snatched up and safely enclosed. Dae-Ho ignored Thanos and looked at you, the soft smile of thanks you offered him enough to bolster his confidence. No matter what anyone else said, or how they saw him, you always made him feel like he could really be somebody. Somebody important, and brave, and strong.

Unhappy about being ignored, Thanos stepped closer, getting right up in Dae-Ho's face to taunt him, "You think she wants you? Please she's just playing hard to get, for ME."

Dae-Ho acted quicker than he could find the words to speak, using his grip on your hand to pull you closer until you were flush with his chest, his free arm wrapping tightly around your waist as he lowered his head towards you. There was no time to think, no moment of hesitation, only an aching amount of possessive affection towards you that he could only express by landing his lips against yours in such a smooth maneuver that it might have knocked you off your feet if he weren't clutching you so tightly. You let go of his hand in an instant and threw your arms around his neck, letting your fingers thread through his silky hair and catch the back of his neck, drawing him closer and making sure his lips didn't have the space to leave yours.

His kiss was so strong it was almost forceful, Dae-Ho trying to conjure every ounce of adoration he had for you and the future he imagined you sharing into that one sweet moment. He tried to memorize the sensation of your kiss, the feel of your lips, the way you tasted. Anything he could bring to mind in case he met his end at these games and needed one comforting thought for his final moment.

He was the one to pull back first, although reluctantly, turning to Thanos and saying in as serious a tone as you had ever heard him use,

"Leave her alone." Without giving him time to reply he began to walk away, his arm glued to your waist to make sure that no-one would be able to try to take you from him ever again. The moment Thanos was out of earshot, he leaned in close, eyes wide with disbelief now you were away from public view,"I hope that was okay! Sorry I kind of panicked and then..." You had to fight back a laugh at the absolute change in tone and the sudden loss of domineering confidence he had just moments ago. You did a quick glance behind to make sure you weren't still the object of Thanos's attention, and then reached up to stroke Dae-Ho's cheek, planting a sweet kiss on his lips before he could talk himself into any more anxiety.

"It was better than okay." You reassured him, watching his eyes light up as a bright smile spread across his cheeks. He squeezed your waist tighter as you continued back to the safety of your beds,

"I can't wait to get out of here with you. My girl." He said proudly, confidence renewed that he could face whatever games came next as long as he had you.

#writing #fanfiction #requests #one shot #dae ho squid game #squid game 2 #squid game #dae ho #dae ho x reader #kang daeho #dae ho smut #kang dae ho

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nayeonara · 12 days ago

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could you do a thanos squid game fic, where the reader dislikes him/rejects him: but he's so delusional - convinced she's just playing hard to get

HARD TO GET ! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

pairings: thanos / choi su-bong x fem!reader

summary: where rejection just simply seems to fuel his delusions into believing you’re playing hard to get.

CW: kissing, thanos being thanos, the word ‘señorita’ used several times.

word count: 0.8K

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The air is thick with tension as you stand among the crowd, heart pounding in sync with the eerie lullaby playing over the speakers. The massive mechanical doll at the far end of the field turns its head with a slow, deliberate click, its eyes scanning for the slightest movement. You barely have time to process the rules of the game when a towering presence shifts beside you, a tall man who appeared to be an ex-rapper considering his unique purple hair. He looks down at you with a wide smirk on his face “be careful señorita, you’ll end up dead if move a single muscle” he laughs at you. You draw back as you hear him refer to you as señorita.

However, he had supported you throughout the deadly game despite taking his pills. You still disliked him though, seeming as he was crazed and would constantly harass innocent people. Although to Thanos, this was a way of showing off his strength and dominance. “Say señorita, we would make an awesome couple ya know” He says with cockiness in his voice that was undeniably aggravating. “I dont think so” You try to laugh off in order to still be polite even though you meant every single word. “Why not?” He responds with confusion as if you’ve just rejected the most handsome prize you could get in there despite the money. “I.. just don’t really.. see you that way” You tried to say it lighthearted, because you knew what Thanos was capable of. And you really didn’t want to be on his bad side.

He chuckles. “Ah i understand now. You’re just playing hard to get with me” He says with confidence. “But don’t you worry señorita, i’ll break your wall down with ease” He delusionaly walks away, plotting his future advances so that he would make you his girl. You’re tense after that, knowing he wouldn’t put a stop to his nonstop flirting. You try your hardest to push past your thoughts as you eventually succumb to a somewhat peaceful slumber in those tacky old beds the organisers of the game supplied you all with.

It had been a day now, your team and thanos just survived the six-legged race game, which left you paranoid as he was just messing around the full time, not caring that your lives were put at stake. This angered you alot more now, you were about done with his foolish acts and excused yourself to the team to leave for the bathrooms to calm yourself down. Thanos saw this as a gold opportunity to try and win over your ‘hard to get’ act, as he was so convinced you were crazy about him. He also excused himself and sneakily followed you towards the female bathrooms. You stand beside the sink, washing your face with the ice-cold water until you hear an opening of the door. At first you had just assumed it would be another female wanting to use the restroom, but thats when you hear it. His deep and playful voice calling out your name.

“Thanos, what the hell are you doing he-“ He cuts off your whisper shouting as he muffles your voice with one of his strong hands. “Chill out señorita, we finally have time for ourselves yeah?” He asked as if it was some casual thing between us. you look up at him nervously, afraid of what he would do. He locks eyes with you for a moment then looks down towards your heart-shaped lips. He leans over in one swift motion, pressing his rough lips against your soft ones. You wanted him to stop, you wanted to tell him that he was wrong about you. That you didn’t feel anything towards him. Although you would be lying to yourself if you said that his lips smashed against yours didn’t feel good.

As he continued to press down on you, he began tracing his hands around your body, you felt yourself slowly giving in to the passionate kiss. Although it started getting rougher by the second and you felt like you were getting weaker through his touch. He pulls away for a minute, “Come on, you cant deny you like this, that you like me, my señorita” He grins before quickly reconnecting your lips. Now it was you who pulled away, “What makes you so sure of that?” He just stares at you for a good couple seconds, “You say you dont like me but your body seems to speak for itself baby” And he was right. Even though you didn’t like him, your body was so rapid to give in to him. You felt yourself get so confused with your own emotions within this moment. “Doesn’t mean i like you though” you spoke through gritted teeth. “Sure you don’t” He smugly said before leaving you unaccompanied in the bathroom.

You were now just stood there, drowning in many thoughts and wondering how you were gonna get thanos to leave you alone now that you humiliated yourself, by actually somehow enjoying the encounter you both shared.

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authors note: thank you for the request! im so sorry that its a bit short 😭 i think i made him a bit ooc.. but oh well

#squid game #squid game x reader #thanos #thanos squid game #thanos x reader #choi su bong #player 230 #squid game 2 #nayeonara

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dilfl0v3rss · 1 year ago

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baseball player!connie

baseball player!connie who is one of the top pitchers in the country. ever since he was young his family and friends knew he would be one of the best and they were right.

baseball player!connie who had been working the hardest on the team from his freshman year of college all the way to his junior year right now.

baseball player!connie who decided in high school that he wanted to get a degree before taking baseball to the next level and has stuck with it.

baseball player!connie who despite his 6’3, strong figure and prodigious talent in almost every sport, only took an offer for baseball, seeing that sport as his true calling since he was little.

baseball player!connie who would’ve never thought he’d be going to college with you, his high school sweetheart. you’ve been together since his freshman year of high school, always at his varsity games with pretty bows in your hair as you cheered on his team. you’d sit front and center, school colors painted in two lines on your cheeks as you sat in his opposite jersey with a bright smile on your face.

baseball player!connie who never leaves for a game without getting a pep talk from his favorite girl, your serious face always turning him on as he thinks about how you value these games just as much as he does.

connie’s wide hands were outstretched on your ass, rubbing and squeezing as he stood in his team warmup. he had an important away game today and you could tell he wasn’t feeling good about it, him and his team’s poor performance during the last few practices filling his brain with doubt. “ion wanna lose mami” he groaned, his neck tattoos peaking from his collar as he averted his gaze to the living room. you brought your hands to his cheeks, slowly moving his head back towards you as you spoke. “you been workin hard?” he nodded, hands giving your ass a squeeze as he thought back to some of his better pitches he threw during practice. “you still think you the best?” he nodded again, making you smile as you moved to your tippy toes to leave a soft kiss on his lips. “then stop worryin, the team feeds off you. if you go out there actin unsure of yourself then they gon be unsure of themselves too. you the captain ain’t you?”

“yes ma’am”

you smiled at the name, moving from his hold to pick up his bag from the floor. you slid the strap onto his shoulder before giving them a light squeeze.

“then lead em”

baseball player!connie who does phenomenal every game, but really excels when you’re there watching him. your pretty face and voice always bringing a small smirk to his face as he listens to you cheer after striking his opponent out.

baseball player!connie who is still in college, but is pretty famous since his games are broadcasted on espn and his highlights are shown all over sports pages. he even got sponsored by nike and did some commercials for them with other stars his age.

baseball player!connie who despite his age and profession, has friends everywhere. he’s had rappers, singers, pros, and even the nations best in other sports attend his games. showing their support for their friend. his closest friends are the nations finest volleyball and basketball players aran and ony. they were all around the same age and absolutely dominated in their respective leagues. the three men would always make time for each other regardless of their differences and busy schedules. the media liked to call them the three stooges for their funny personalities and when they��re around each other.

baseball player!connie who has different women in his face everyday, trying their very best to get the athletes attention, but they never got far. always getting brushed off with an “i’m married” before he’d walk off and look for you in the room.

baseball player!connie who doesn’t care that the two of you aren’t actually married or even engaged, during every interview he labels you as his wife since he’s vowed to love, honor, and protect you since the two of you started dating, no ring or wedding required.

“jesus christ c.p i gotta give it to ya. you’ve got to be one of the most talented players i’ve seen in a long time. you bat wonderfully, you run faster than a running back, and when your opponents think they have time to breathe they are plagued with your bullet like pitches. what do you have to say about your wonderful performance tonight?” the reporter said, a smile already forming on connie’s face as he looked down towards the ring tied in his laces.

“well first i wanna say hey t’my wife. she wanted t’be here but she’s a lil sick.” he said, a small frown on his face as he looked towards the camera as if he were staring at you. “i love you tho and i’m always gon thank you cause i wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all those nights you’d encourage me and get on the field wit me t’work on my pitches. uhh what else? oh yea my performance!”

you giggled from your seat on the couch, nothing but put joy and pride filling your heart as you watched your man go on about how much he loved and adored you and the sport he was blessed to play.

baseball player!connie who to isn’t allowed to wear the promise ring you bought him during games so he ties it in the lace of his left cleat, always leaning over to rub it during games to let you know he’s thinking of you.

baseball player!connie who already pitched great when you’re there, but does even better when he’s angry. the sight of some random guy hitting on you in the stands made anger rush through his veins. his arm moving as if the ball were on fire in his palm.

“strike one!” the umpire said, the batter standing straight up in surprise as if he didn’t even see when the ball was released. connie wasn’t paying attention though because he was counting his own strikes for you, the first one being you letting this man touch your hair. ‘strike one’ he thought.

as his anger built up so did the speed of the ball as connie threw this second one as if it weighed nothing. “strike two!” the umpire said, the commentators going crazy as they watched your man throw another record breaking pitch. the crowd was going nuts but connie’s eyes stayed on you. your pretty teeth bare to the man next to you as you let him take your phone for something, probably to put his socials in it. ‘strike two’

your last strike nearly costed the catcher his hand, the force of the ball so strong that he felt it through the glove.

‘strike three’

“strike three! out!”

both connie and the umpire were in sync as the pitcher moved from his place. connie wasn’t paying the game any mind anymore, his anger at its highest peak as he watched the bastard bring his lips to your ear, whispering things to you with a smirk on his face as your eyes widened.

‘you’re out’

baseball player!connie who didn’t even let you explain that the man in the stands was a friend you invited from class before taking you home and having you face down in the sheets of your shared bed.

“got me fucked up furreal” he grumbled, his big hand colliding with your ass three times as connie deepened his thrusts. your cries and begs were muffled into the sheets, his other hand squeezing the back of your neck as he pushed your face down into the silk fabric. “got me staring into the stands every ten seconds cause you think it’s okay t’be all buddy buddy wit men ion know. tch….cuero grande mami” (such a slut)

you tried to move your hand towards his abdomen to soothe him, but connie roughly rejected you. slapping your small hand away before spanking you again. “don’t touch me. youn get t’touch me when you be letting randoms do it so easily” you cried loudly, your tears soaking the sheets under you as you tried your best to pull your wet face from the cushion so you can speak. “papiiiiii! s’not l-like that, p-promiseeee!” your beg fell on deaf ears as connie flattened his free hand on your back, pushing your stomach to the mattress as he fed you every last inch of his dick at a breathtaking speed. “uhh huhhhh. s’not like you was letting some lambón (ass kisser) be all in your face, right? not like you was letting him touch your phone and whisper shit in your ear, right mami?”

now that he put it that way you did look a little guilty, but you and the guy were strictly friends and you were determined to let your boyfriend know that. “i love youuu! o-only you daddy i swear” connie knew you’d never cheat on him, the love the two of you carried too strong for either of you to even think of being with someone else, but he couldn’t stop himself from becoming this jealous, possessive lover as his fame began to grow. when more people recognized him the more they began to recognize you as well. your pretty face and kind personality driving many men crazy to the point where connie had to keep a a close eye on your choice of “friends”. your easily gained trust making you prone to getting tricked into being friends with a man that only wants one thing from you.

connie knew for sure that was the case when it came to the man he saw today, his wandering eyes and lingering touches giving him away completely to your boyfriend, but you were naive, too innocent to understand that this man wanted only one thing from you. just thinking about it brought connie’s anger back up to a ten, his hips slamming into you as he lifted your back to his chest with one hand. “how yall meet, huh? he came up t’you after class didn’t he?” you nodded your head, earning you a hard slap on your clit from connie’s rough fingers. “que mama? respóndeme la pregunta” (what mama? answer the question) his hand snaked around your throat, giving it a tight squeeze to let you know he wasn’t playing, but you could already tell he wasn’t given the situation you were in right now.

“y-yes, he came up t’me after class” connie nodded as you spoke, already knowing he was correct. “and being the kind little lady you are, you invited him t’come sit wit you at my game, correct?” you replied wit a small “yes” coaxing him to continue. “and f’course he came, probably asked for your instagram on your phone so he could follow himself, said y’all should take a lil selfie to save the moment and begged you t’post it and tag him, right?” your eyes widened at how spot on your boyfriend was, his thrusts doubling in power as he listened to you agree to everything he said. “but you a my good girl so i know you ain’t post it, but he ain’t let it go did he? nahhh…he leaned down and whispered in your ear some stupid pickup line that made your eyes widen, and since you rejected him i know for a fact he ain’t follow you back, and he doesn’t plan on talking t’you ever again”

you couldn’t stop the little whine from escaping your throat as you listened to the wise words of your boyfriend. “m’sorry p-papi i didn’t knowwww” connie quickly shushed you, leaving light kisses on your wet cheeks as he pushed you back down towards the bed. he laid both of his hands flat on your back before pushing your arch so deep you almost screamed.

“you too nice mami i been tellin you this, but it’s coo tho. papi gon make sure you understand by the end of the night.”

baseball player!connie who spent an entire night fucking his lesson into your poor little pussy, making sure his sweet girlfriend didn’t fall victim to the bad, clout chasing, drama filled people you’d encounter everyday at college.

#connie smut #aot connie x black reader #connie x black!reader #connie x black reader #aot connie x black!reader #aot connie x black y/n #connie x black y/n #aot connie springer smut #aot connie springer x black reader #connie springer x black y/n #connie springer x black!reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer smut

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purplepickles · 1 year ago

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“Under The Covers”

Pairings: Central cee x black fem reader

Genre: fluff

Authors Note: it’s my first time writing on tumblr so bare with me I also haven’t haven’t written anything in like years I used to a Wattpad author in like 2017-2019😭 so imagine what I used to be writing. It’s not my best peice of work but it’s progress kinda messy icl in terms of storyline but it’s something anyways I hope everyone enjoys it 💗

You had just signed a contract with vogue for a new segment they were trying out for they’re YouTube channel called “Under the Covers”. It was in a podcast style in a bedroom setting hence the name and basically talking about the latest fashion trends tips or anything black girl related.

You were so grateful for this opportunity never in your life would you have imagine a little black girl from London was able to sign a massive deal with vogue. The topic of todays video was maintenance. How you maintain standards for yourself if that means relationship, mental or physical health. So instead of it being in their studio you wanted your video being a bit more homely so why not in your home. The producers had set everything up in your room making sure everything was ready for filming but this video was going to have a little extra twist. You were going to have your very first guest and they how they managed to maintain their life and overall humbleness with the fame he had gained over the years.

You kept your relationship on the down low on the respect of each other careers and not wanting to surround your relationship over it. You were actually calm with that but he wasn’t liking seeing people he fucked with in your dms with heart eyes.

Little did Yn know he was going to announce it in their video together.

“Okay I’m going to count down from 5 and we’ll start filming” said the producer

“Hi Vogue it’s me Yn/ln and welcome to our new segment called Under the covers where uncover beauty secrets fashion and every black girl related. But today’s video things are little different we’re in my actual bedroom and I have a special guest with us he’s one of my favourites rappers right now a current world wide sensation Central Cee”

“I didn’t know I was your favourite artist”

“Yes you did you’re also my most listened to artist on Spotify we’ve defo talked about this”

“Mhmmm”

You rolled your eyes and continued with the video

“Anyways let’s get straight into todays topic: maintenance. How to do maintain eye yourself to keep your life somewhat stable”

“I guess keeping my mum,my brothers, my fans and my girl happy innit. If they’re happy I’m happy” said central cee never straying away from eye contact from the love of his life

“And what you say is the hardest one to keep happy and why” Yn was very curious about this who knew where this could go

“My girl defo she’s says I’m annoying I think she hates me”

The way your head slowly snapped

“Did you not say at Amelia Dinner Date you like girls you hate you”

“Yh I did I turns me on but she’s just something Yk I’m just infatuated by her but maybe I’m a bit delusional when it comes to her yk idk if that’s a good thing or bad thing. Kinda new to this love thing and not messing up yk I don’t wanna get it wrong again I really like her”

That was probably the most beautiful thing he’s said in a while she didn’t know he felt like this she sometimes she can be a bit rude and her sarcasm can be taken the wrong way but she thought he knew between the lines that she didn’t hate him she lived more than anything.

“I think you should talk to her about your feeling more Yk. Don’t be shy on opening up more Yk. When you feel ready ask her what she thinks it’s possibly lacking” she smiled at him with reassurance hoping that he could through her eyes that’s it okay and she was listening

“Yh your right imma tell her right now!”

Yn chocked on her drink. He could not be serious. She should’ve known this boy was up to something

“As in right now!? I’m sure she’s busy” you said trying to get to him to change his mind

“Nah she’s not im calling her rn”

For someone who didn’t like interviews this but sure had a lot to say

Ring

Your phone was on the other side of the room Ringing none stop.

Everyone was looking at you. You knew the producers were loving this but you were not this was too much.

Ring

“Yn are you gonna pick up you phone”

you usually loved his smile but this was just devious.

“Do I have to” you were just dreading this

Everyone shouted yes. You rolled out bed and a grabbed the phone

“Hi baby”

“Hi cench, now can we get back to the video please”

“Yes Cench we can. You wanna cuddle too?”

The video was going well there was laughter within the whole room. You asked him the question that you were assigned to ask him everything was going great. You loved being under your lovers arms. Maybe letting people in wasn’t so bad.

“Thank you vogue for this absolutely-

A knock on the door you both looked at door and someone opened to little boy running in crying and jumping to Oakley’s arm. How many surprises could one video take you said to yourself in your head.

“What’s up little man” Oakley now went into full father mode his whole rapper persona was switched and all he cared about was understanding why his little boy was upset

“Had a bad dream” said the little one

“How about we say goodbye to vogue and make some hot chocolate” you said while trying to tickle him

“Right I think me and vogue has had enough surprises don’t forget to like subscribe and hit that notification and stay tuned for next weeks video about Motherhood and Careers with a icon mother and billionaire. Bye guys”

#central cee #central cee x reader #centralcee inagines #central cee x you #central cee x Yn

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sturniqlo · 6 months ago

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fic recommendations

summary: here is a list of some of my favorite fics/one shots/ headcannons/ etc of matt and chris

cw: none!

an: keep in mind these are just some of my favorites there's way more but i just can't find them :( i will continue to add on to this list!

masterlist | last updated 8/2/24

4th july, she's the one by @freshxsturniolo | 4th july is one of my favssss it's a mix of text messages and regular reading & she's the one is so 😞🤍

any fic by @alyrasturnz | her fics are written out so so beautifully

soft launch, traitor pt2, sleeping prank, over again, fighting her for a trend by @vanteguccir | there's way more i love by her but these are just a few

love to late and hardest to love by @xoxo4chrisss | mix of social media and messages

we're getting the band back together by @hvlplvss | social media fic

jealous more often, stress free travel by @042502 | one of my favorite blogs

big sister 2 3 by @teapartyprincess4two | sister!reader love love love

showgirls by @sweetangelgirl7 | ex fwb smut

dealer by @luvsturnii | dealer!chris smut

for the night by @xprakzif | smutty

rapper!chris & singer!y/n headcannons by @pettydollie | absolutely LOVE

sweet talk by @missmimii | so cutesyy

teach me by @evie-sturns | one of the best smut writers imo | fav angst camera

that's life by @sturniolohouse | dad!matt dad!matt dad!matt

teaching chris how to eat pussy by @sturnioz | title is self explanatory

tweets by @summerchris | can you tell i love social media fics 🫣

baby cousin by @confusionmeisss | so so cute

move over by @hollandsangel

to know things like love by @55sturn | also love anything and everything

first sight by @joeshiestyslover

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perfectsunlight · 2 months ago

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[32] ENOUGH

warnings: therapy sessions, overwhelming emotions, family conflict, intense feelings of isolation and public scrutiny.

JULY 2018

the therapist’s office felt too bright, almost too sterile, with white walls that seemed to reflect every thought jennie was trying to push down. she sat on the edge of a plush couch, her hands folded tightly in her lap, the weight of her secret pressing harder than ever. she couldn’t even look at the therapist—some stranger who was supposed to help her sort through the mess of emotions she couldn’t afford to acknowledge.

jennie had agreed to come here because her manager insisted. it wasn’t for her, though—it was for the image. “you’re under a lot of pressure, jennie. it’s okay to talk about it,” they had nagged. but she wasn’t here for herself. she was here because someone had told her to be. across from her, the therapist—a woman in her late 40s with kind eyes—sat quietly, her notepad resting on her lap. she wasn’t asking anything intrusive yet, only waiting for jennie to open up.

but she couldn’t.

“jennie,” the therapist smiled, her voice warm and steady, “i understand that things have been moving very fast for you since your debut. how are you feeling about everything that’s happening right now?” the idol stiffened at the mention of blackpink. the group’s rise to fame had been overwhelming, every step met with more pressure, more eyes on her. she wanted to say something, but the words felt trapped in her throat. this wasn’t about being a star—it was about the other part of her life, the one she had to keep hidden.

"everything’s fine," jennie replied, her voice flat, distant. "it’s just a lot to handle sometimes." the therapist simply nodded, her expression calm. "i can imagine. you’re balancing so much. what’s been the hardest part for you?"

jennie’s mind raced. the hardest part? where could she even begin? she was living a double life, caught between the woman the world saw and the woman she had to hide. she was expected to be jennie kim, the idol, the one who smiled for the cameras and smiled through the pain. but what the cameras didn’t know was that there was another life—a life she couldn’t talk about. the one where she was a mother.

her chest tightened as the thought crossed her mind. her daughter. her ivory. her baby girl, who she had to keep from the world. no one can know. no one could ever know.

the secrecy suffocated her.

"i’m just tired," the rapper replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “all the time, it feels like i’m pretending. i’m not allowed to be real. there’s always this pressure to be perfect. to be this person for everyone, but no one knows the real me.”

the therapist leaned in slightly, sensing the vulnerability behind the idol’s words. “that sounds really exhausting. can you tell me more about what you mean by ‘pretending’?” jennie let out a breath, but no words came. she didn’t know where to start. how could she explain the tension in her chest, the constant guilt, the way her heart ached every time she had to leave her daughter behind? she couldn’t even say she was a mother. she had to keep that part of herself locked away.

“it just all feels fake.” the idol had answered, her voice tinged with a frustration she couldn’t quite name. “like everyone wants me to be this one thing. they expect me to be perfect all the time. it’s like i have to be this persona, and if i show any cracks, everything will fall apart.”

jennie’s slender fingers gripped the edge of the couch, her knuckles shades of her daughter’s name from the pressure. she didn’t dare look at the therapist, afraid that if she did, she might reveal too much. she had to hold herself together—even here, she had to be jennie kim, the image the world adored, the person they thought they knew.

the therapist, quiet and patient, let the silence stretch between them. she understood—jennie didn’t need advice or platitudes right now. she needed someone to hear her, someone to acknowledge the struggle that came with the life she had chosen.

the idol finally spoke again after a few beats of silence, her words a soft confession, her voice breaking slightly with the weight of what she wasn’t saying. “there’s always someone who wants something from me. always someone who wants to use me. nothing feels real, nothing feels genuine.”

the therapist nodded slowly, leaning back into her leather chair but maintaining her focus. “that sounds incredibly isolating. to feel like you have to keep everything locked inside, and not be able to share your true self with anyone.”

the idol’s gaze dropped to her hands, now fidgeting nervously. she didn’t want to share her true self. she couldn’t share it. she couldn’t risk it. the truth, the part of her that was real, wasn’t something the world could ever accept.

it was too dangerous. too fragile.

“i don’t know who i’m supposed to be anymore,” jennie whispered, her voice barely audible. “i don’t know how to be everything they want me to be. and still be me.”

there was a pause, and the therapist gave her the space to gather her thoughts, even if the words felt impossible to say. jennie had spent so many months—years, really—burying parts of herself. she couldn’t even let herself believe she could be anything other than the image she had crafted. even now, sitting in a therapist's office, she couldn’t speak the truth about who she was beneath all the layers.

the therapist spoke again, her voice quiet but insistent. “well, it sounds like you're carrying a heavy burden. you don’t have to bear it alone. is there anyone in your life who makes you feel seen? someone who knows the real you?”

jennie wanted to laugh in her face and just walk out the door, the absurdity of the question hitting her like ice in her veins. who could ever understand this? who could understand her?

her eyes flicked to the woman who sat waiting, her gentle expression a stark contrast to the ocean of thoughts drowning in the idol's mind. the question had unintentionally struck a nerve. of course, there was no one. not in the way the therapist meant.

no one could understand the weight of the mask jennie had to wear. no one could see past the glossy surface of the public persona, the polished image that was expected of her. and even if someone tried to see me, would they even care?

jennie’s fingers curled tighter around the fabric of her jacket. “no,” she said, the word escaping her like a cold, sharp breath. “no one knows me. not really.”

she didn’t even believe it herself. not completely. it was easier to lie, easier to convince herself that she was better off this way—alone in her truth, because the alternative was too terrifying. to be seen, to be known by anyone, meant the possibility of being rejected, of being abandoned by the very people who adored the version of her they had created in their minds.

the therapist sat back a little, not pushing her further, but giving jennie the space to breathe, to consider her words. the silence in the room felt heavy now, almost suffocating.

the idol cleared her throat, fighting back the lump in her throat. her gaze dropped to her hands, which were twisting and folding in her lap, betraying her anxiety. she had to get out of here. she had to escape from this room, from the vulnerability that was creeping in, inch by inch.

“i don’t know how to be me,” jennie muttered under her breath, the words barely audible. “i don’t even know who that is anymore.”

as if on queue, the timer went off, signaling the end of their time together. jennie felt a rush of relief surge through her chest. it was as if the weight she’d been carrying for the past hour finally lifted, and for the first time that day, she could breathe. she didn’t even bother with pleasantries as she stood up. "thank you," she muttered almost automatically, her voice a little hoarse. she wasn’t sure if it was gratitude or just a desperate need to escape the room, but either way, she was out of there as soon as the words left her lips.

as she hurried down the hallway to the parking lot, the rest of the world seemed to fade into a dull hum. she didn’t want to think about the things they’d discussed. she didn’t want to process the way the conversation had unraveled parts of her she wasn’t ready to face. all she wanted was to be home, to be with ivory. the little girl who somehow made everything feel right, even if only for a while.

when she stepped through the door, jieun was there, but jennie barely spared her a glance. her mind was already on ivory. her heart, which had been tight all through the session, began to loosen at the thought of holding her daughter.

“i’ll be with her,” the idol said quietly, her tone flat. jieun, sensing her need for space, gave a soft nod and stepped back, leaving her daughter to retreat into the quiet of their home.

jennie’s pace quickened as she made her way down the hallway. she opened the door to ivory’s room softly, and there the little girl was, sitting on her little rug, her tiny hands putting bows on kuma. at the sight of her, the idol felt the first wave of peace she’d had all day.

ivory looked up and saw her mother, her brown eyes lighting up with pure, unfiltered joy. “mommy?” she said in surprise, her head tilting to the side, a grin spreading across her face.

the idol’s own face softened, though there was a tightness still lingering in her chest. she didn’t answer with words. instead, she moved to the floor and immediately pulled ivory into her arms, her heartbeat slowing as she pressed her daughter against her. jane’s little body fit perfectly in jennie’s arms, a familiar weight she could never grow tired of.

they didn’t need to talk. jennie didn’t want to talk. there was no need for anything else at that moment. she just needed to hold her daughter, to feel her warm breath against her neck, to know that, for a little while, she didn’t have to be anything other than here.

jane nestled against her, sighing contentedly, her small hands reaching up to trace her mother’s face, as though memorizing the shape of it. jennie closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of baby lotion and something uniquely ivory.

for a while, the room was quiet, the only sound was the soft rhythm of their breathing. ivory shifted in her mother’s arms, her face nuzzling into jennie’s shoulder, and jennie tightened her hold, as if trying to shield her from everything—everything outside of this room, outside of this moment.

it didn’t matter that the world was still waiting for her, that the pressures, the expectations, the fear—everything—was still looming. in this little bubble, with her daughter in her arms, none of that mattered. she could almost forget it all.

she could just be jennie, the mother. the most important title in her life.

as the hours slipped by, the idol found herself reluctant to move, reluctant to even speak. she just wanted to stay like this, to hold her daughter close and pretend that the rest of the world didn’t exist. the way ivory’s tiny fingers curled into her sleeve, the way she let out soft giggles as jennie kissed her head, made her heart swell.

and for that fleeting moment, that brief escape from everything else, jennie allowed herself to believe that this was enough.

—

OCTOBER 2025

the office space was painted in dark, muted colors, the kind designed to be calming. dark blues and greens lined the walls, interrupted only by a row of shelves filled with books and puzzles. a small table in the corner held crayons and coloring sheets, their cheerful appearance clashing with the suffocating weight jane felt pressing against her tiny chest.

she didn’t want to be here. the only reason she agreed was because jennie had asked her to. however, ivory was starting to question why in the world she agreed to it.

the therapist was a kind-looking woman with dark eyes and a soothing voice. she sat across from her, the wall behind her littered with framed awards and certifications. ivory couldn’t remember her name—ms. something—but it didn’t matter. the woman was just another stranger, someone who didn’t understand.

“hi, jane,” she said, her voice warm like honey. she opened one of her notepads and grabbed a sleek looking pen from her drawer. “it’s so nice to meet you. your grandma and your mom told me a lot about you.”

the eleven year old glanced at the therapist in slight annoyance, then quickly averted her gaze to the patterned rug beneath her shoes. it felt safer to stare there, at the swirling blues and whites, than to meet the woman’s kind, probing eyes.

she didn’t want to be here. matter of fact, she had no idea why both her grandmother and mother thought this was a good idea. the therapist paused for a beat, giving her space, then continued.

“they said you’ve been feeling a little sad lately. that you’ve been missing your mom a lot when she’s away. is that true?”

jane’s fingers gripped the hem of her grey oversized sweater. it was a gift from her mother. a one of one vintage designer piece. she didn’t remember exactly what brand, all she cared about was that it was from her mom. she wanted to laugh at the question, to stand up and just walk out already.

of course she missed her. she missed her every single day that jennie was gone, every moment she had to pretend she was like every other kid when her life was anything but.

but how could she explain it? how could she look at this stranger and tell her the truth? that her mom wasn’t just some busy woman working long hours, but jennie kim—the jennie kim? that her absence wasn’t just because of an ordinary job, but because of cameras and flashing lights and a career that consumed her whole world?

so she stayed quiet.

the therapist tilted her head slightly, her expression patient and encouraging. “it’s okay if it’s hard to talk about. you don’t have to say anything if you’re not ready.”

the young girl’s throat tightened as the therapist’s words hung in the air. she clenched her jaw and stared harder at the patterned rug, as if the swirling shapes could somehow anchor her, stop the storm of emotions from bubbling over.

the room was too quiet. the kind of quiet that made everything feel louder—the hum of the air conditioning, the subtle creak of the chair as she shifted, even her own heartbeat pounding in her ears.

“i…” jane started, her voice barely a whisper. but the words caught in her throat. she could feel the therapist’s eyes on her, gentle but expectant, like she was waiting for her to find the words to continue.

the silence stretched on, unbearable. her slender fingers twisted the hem of her sweater tighter, the soft fabric biting into her palms. she thought of her mom—her amazing, beautiful mom—smiling at her from the screen, her voice like sunshine when she called from some faraway hotel room. jane hated how much she craved those moments, the rare ones where her mother felt like just her mother.

but they weren’t alone moments. not really. there were always fans, schedules, cameras. always someone else demanding a piece of her mom.

jane swallowed hard. she couldn’t say any of that. couldn’t say how much it hurt to share her mom with the world. to feel like she was competing with millions of strangers for her attention.

“i’m fine.” the young kim whispered, giving a firm nod of her head. the therapist didn’t react right away. she just nodded in reply, her smile small and understanding, like she knew the young girl wasn’t fine but wouldn’t push her to admit it.

“sometimes it helps to draw or write about how you’re feeling,” she said, sliding a blank sheet of paper and a box of crayons across the table. “no one has to see it. it’s just for you.”

jane’s eyes flicked to the paper. her hands didn’t move. she hated how everyone kept asking her to “express her feelings” like it would magically fix everything. the young girl gave the therapist a look, one that definitely meant jane knew what the older woman was trying to do. when the therapist realized the girl wasn’t going to take the bait, she leaned back slightly.

“do you want to tell me about your mom?”

that question hit harder than it should have. jane’s chest tightened, and her lips pressed into a thin line. “what about her?” she finally scoffed, her voice a bit sharper than she intended to. she could feel the irritation bubbling up inside her, the urge to push back, to defend the one part of her life that was supposed to be her own. as if this therapist even knew who her mother was. jane could already call it from a mile away—the polite, clinical smile on the woman’s face, the soft, empathetic tone.

but it was all fake, wasn’t it?

jennie had probably used one of her four (and yes, she had counted) fake names when signing jane up for this session. four. because there was no way anyone could know who jennie kim really was—not even a therapist. not in a place like this. not in this life jane had to pretend to lead.

the therapist, not flinching at the sudden shift in jane’s tone, asked again, “what’s she like?”

it was a loaded question, at least to the young girl it was. what was jennie kim like? to the world, she was untouchable—charismatic, talented, adored by millions. she was the kind of person people wrote songs about, the kind of person who could command a room with just a glance. but to ivory, jennie was a puzzle, one she couldn’t quite figure out.

her mom, who could light up her entire world in one moment and then disappear from it the next.

she thought of the sweater she was wearing, the way her mother had handed it to her with a bright smile, saying, “this reminded me of you.” she thought of the lullabies jennie used to sing when she was younger, of the way her mom’s hugs felt like the safest place in the world.

but she also thought of the canceled birthdays, the missed school plays, the empty chair at dinner. she thought of how every time jennie said, “i’ll be home soon,” jane stopped believing it a little more.

ivory’s throat burned, feeling like shards of glass in her windpipe. she hesitated, her voice trembling a bit more than she had planned.

“she’s busy.”

the therapist’s head tilted slightly, her expression softening. “that must be hard. when someone you care about is busy a lot.”

jane felt the lump in her throat grow, the tightness in her chest spreading like a burning wildfire. she wanted to scream at the woman to stop, to leave her alone, to stop digging at things she didn’t want to talk about. but instead, she forced her voice to stay steady. “i’m used to it.”

the therapist paused, watching her carefully. “you must be very strong to handle that,” she said gently.

jane’s hands relaxed slightly at the words, but only for a moment. they didn’t feel like a compliment. they felt like a reminder—one she didn’t need. being strong wasn’t a choice. it was just something she had to be.

the session dragged on, filled with more questions jane didn’t want to answer and silences she couldn’t fill. by the end of it, she was exhausted, her body heavy with emotions she still didn’t know how to name.

jieun picked her up after the session, her usual warm smile in place as she waved from the car. jane slid into the passenger seat, her silence as thick as the tension in her chest. she felt jieun’s eyes on her along with the unspoken questions hanging in the air.

“how was it?” the older woman finally asked, her voice light but careful. jane stared out the window, watching the world blur past. “it was fine,” she muttered. the words were flat, stripped of anything that might invite more questions.

her grandmother didn’t press her, but as they pulled into the driveway and parked, she turned to the smaller girl with a softness that made the girl’s chest ache. “do you want to go back next week? you don’t have to if it’s too much.”

jane hesitated, her fingers curling around the strap of her backpack. the weight of the question pressed down on her. did she want to go back? did she want to sit in that room again, feeling like she was being pried open? did she want to pretend that someone else’s words could fix the cracks that had already run so deep?

“no,” she said finally, her voice quiet, even as her chest tightened further. “i don’t want to go back.”

jieun nodded, her expression unreadable. she didn’t argue, didn’t try to convince jane otherwise. “okay,” she said softly. “that’s okay.”

but as they walked into the house and ivory retreated to her room, she couldn’t shake the hollowness that had settled inside her. she dropped her bag to the floor and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the cracks in the ceiling. the session had left her drained, not relieved. the therapist’s words echoed in her mind, the attempt at comfort ringing hollow.

"you must be very strong."

strong wasn’t enough. pretending to be strong didn’t make the loneliness go away, didn’t fill the spaces where words failed, didn’t erase the ache that came from being so close to someone and yet feeling so far away.

this wasn’t going to work, she knew that now. she couldn’t keep doing this—couldn’t keep sitting in rooms with people who wanted her to explain the things she barely understood herself. no one’s words were going to fix it.

no one’s reassurances were going to be enough. no matter how many fancy degrees or framed certificates they had hanging on their walls, they didn’t have the answers she needed. they couldn’t untangle the mess inside her head or quiet the ache in her chest. every question felt like a spotlight on something she wanted to keep in the dark, every answer she gave felt like handing over a piece of herself she wasn’t ready to share.

ivory sat on the edge of her bed, her hands gripping the comforter as if it might anchor her. the house was quiet, the kind of silence that pressed in on her and made her feel smaller. she thought of her grandmother downstairs, probably pretending not to worry, probably thinking about what to tell her mother later. for now she’d be giving her space, because that’s what jieun always did.

but space wasn’t what jane wanted. not really. what she wanted wasn’t something she could name, and it definitely wasn’t something anyone could give her. it wasn’t something she’d find in a therapist’s office, no matter how soft their voice or kind their eyes were.

her chest felt tight again, like it might collapse in on itself. she pressed her palms flat against her legs, grounding herself, but the weight of everything she was carrying still felt like too much.

this wasn’t going to work. jane had always known, deep down, that it wouldn’t. and now, staring at the cracks in her ceiling, she let that truth settle over her like a blanket. no one could fix this for her.

and no one’s words—not a therapist’s, not jieun’s—were ever going to be enough.

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I Can't Lose You-Part 12

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, mentions of doctors appointments, that's it!

Pairing: BangChan x Reader

Characters: All the boys except Chan, although Chan is mentioned, Reader

A/N: The reader needs a break!!! So here we are. This one is fluffy, it feels good to me. I hope you guys like it! Also, I am pretty sure I had two seizures in the last two days (At least). Thank you to everyone for being so patient. I will try to resume my Friday schedule. Thank you so much for your understanding and well wishes!!

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Bin POV:

“Everyone ready to go?” I asked. Early in the morning the psychiatrist came in to talk to Y/N. They asked me to come in for a few seconds with Han. They let us know that they really didn’t want her anywhere near the house and to stay with at least Han and I, but it was preferable for most if not all of us to be there for at least the first week. The trauma tied to the 3 Racha house is just too much at this point, the doctors were also worried about Chan making the recovery even worse than it already is. Y/N agreed wholeheartedly and with that she was given follow up appointments. Finally the latest blood tests came just before lunch and she was given a clean bill of health and an outpatient appointment for her OBGYN. Felix, Minho, I.N., and Hyunjin all went to the DanceRacha house to start prepping for us to head there. Felix texted me that he had a few surprises for her which made me smile, she needs a good surprise right about now.

I’m still worried about Y/N. The DanceRacha dorms are a good option, but I know that for me, I still have memories tied to Chris there. I’m wondering if that is exactly what she is thinking. I can’t help but worry about it. “Remember the deal with the doctors is for you to be away from that house and with your support system. Are you sure you don’t want a place of your own? I want you to be comfortable as you heal.”

“I don’t have the money for that,” Y/N smiled at me. It was a reassuring one, as if she could read my mind. She and I always had this connection. Whenever I was feeling down she would pop in to see how I was doing.

I remember one time, it was maybe 3am and I was working on lyrics. They were risky, going double the speed of the song's beat, the technique is called ‘double time’ in rapping. Fast spitting rappers do it all the time, think Eminem and Busta Rhymes. It was my first time attempting it and I contemplated each and every syllable like a landmine. Writing it wasn't the issue, it was being able to deliver it while dancing. Those syllables take up a lot of air, not to mention the brutality that comes with dancing and singing at the same time. Our steps aren't insanely difficult, but they definitely take up oxygen like no one's business. So I'd get up, do push ups, jumping jacks, burpees, anything to get my heart rate up to about what it would be when performing, then I'd try to deliver the lines. Doing this is always painful, your body is screaming at you to stop talking, hunch over, and gasp for air. Obviously, we can't do that, so we try our hardest to build endurance. Some are like Chan, who sing while doing cardio (which is insane, by the way, I felt like I was dying when I tried it), some are like LeeKnow, packing on layer after layer of heavy clothing before and during dance practice, forcing the body to exert itself so much that when all of those layers are off, each movement and breath is a breeze (also insanity to do. It feels like working out in a sauna with a weighted, heated blanket on you). Me? I brute forced it.

Anyway, Y/N noticed that I was really getting obsessed with these lyrics and doing them so that I was as close to the line of unhuman speed crossed with physical activity as possible. I'm the fastest rapper in the 4th generation and I wanted to show why I was. Y/N came into my room and said,“Binnie, you need to trust yourself. You know what's best, you have the best instincts I've ever seen. Remember, if you're about to dive in a pool, don't think about the height of the diving board, clear your mind, and jump in. Don't think, just do.”

Even now, through all of this, you would think that a bond like that would be weakened, seeing her like that would make some pull away. It just brought me closer. I am in awe of her. The sheer will to live. The tenacity. The beauty in her broken parts know no bounds. It reminds me of ruins from ancient civilizations. Seeing the beauty in what was, and marveling at what is left. Only the strongest parts are left, the essence of that civilization. She is beyond anyone I've ever seen. Her capacity to love is beyond comprehension.

That's why I am so happy to know her. To really know her. To be the person she reaches for, to ground herself. She trusts me to be there. And I will be. Simply because it’s an honor to love her. Money isn't an object for her.

“Money isn’t a problem, would you like to be in a place of your own?” I asked again. I would spend my whole paycheck on her if I had the chance. She deserves to be spoiled.

“I still want to be at the other dorm, it’s familiar. For some reason I feel safe there. Is that okay?” She asked, looking at Seungmin. Little did she know that we had been talking about this for a bit before she woke up. We knew that pushing this topic on her would be too much, but at the same time, from what Seungmin told me, the doctors were never going to release her to the same house that Chris is in.

Seungmin chuckled, “Birdie, it’s not a problem, you have never not been welcome at my dorm, you know this,” he deadpanned. It is true…all of the boys over that house would get so excited as soon as they heard Y/N was coming over. They’d want to spend the entirety of the visit with her, a lot of the time they would start to pout if they felt she wasn't spending enough time with them. So when the idea came up their eyes lit up. Anywhere she goes, I'm not going anywhere.

“Okay then it’s settled.” I smiled at her, combing a stray strand out of her face. I’m happy that she’s finally getting out of here. She has been through so much in such a short amount of time. She needs to be left alone. I am scared for her. I want her to be safe, and worries keep on popping in my head. How do I protect her? What if saesangs get a whiff that something is wrong? What if the company tried to force her to stay with Chris? What if she takes him back? That part hurt. Seeing how badly she was hurt simply because he was being an asshole. Simply because he treated a diamond like sand on a decrepit shore. The thought made me shake with rage as I looked at the woman in front of me, she looked at me with furrowed brows, that brought me back to her.

Y/N looked into my eyes at that moment, like she was tapped into my brain. She gave my hand a squeeze as she said, “Binnie? What's wrong, talk to me…” she shyly played with my fingers. Her touch was feather light given the bruises that formed on my knuckles. I wanted to tell her the truth about them. My impulse to be honest, making the words bubble in my throat. Right behind the truth of what I'm feeling.

I wanted to tell her I love you, I wanted to tell you for so long. The minute I met you I fell for you, your soft voice, your booming laugh, your corny jokes. All of it. Not just the you before but the you now. I know life is going to be hard for you, I want to be there. I want to stand next to you and catch you whenever you need to collapse. I will give you everything I have. You deserve to know what real love is. I know Chris isn't good for you. You don't need this pain, this heartache, you don't deserve to be treated like an option. You are the one and only person I ever loved and will continue to love for the rest of my life. I want you to be happy, and if it's not with me that's okay. I just want you to know that he isn't the only option. I am just one person, I am sure thousands of men would line up and down city blocks just to see you, let alone have a chance with you. Instead I said “ just thinking.”

There is a time and a place for everything. Telling her right now could confuse her more, make her feel like I just want something from her. That couldn't be farther from the truth. The only thing I want is for her to be happy. The fact that she has been used like this and thrown to the side, expected to all of a sudden tolerate the people that did that to her.

I saw the opportunity to draw attention away and I took it as I said “Seungmin, you have everything?” “Yeah, we should be ready to go soon,” he said as he kept packing all of the random hoodies that were used as pillows when we stood overnight with her. It's been years since most of us slept in the same room as the others. Every few hours a nurse would come in to check on Y/N, sometimes startling her. Everytime that happened Seungmin and I would wake up. We aren't light sleepers in particular, but it was more reflexive than anything. The nurse would quietly remind her that she's safe and all of her boys are with her. No one is going to hurt or sneak up on her. It'd still take a little time for her to go back to bed. Seungmin and I would refuse to even close our eyes until her heart rate went back to resting and her body would be completely relaxed and limp.

Now that things are starting to simmer down I am wondering why Seungmin had this reaction. He's been very strong through it all and he is even going against his nature of just observing. I am wondering what it is that I don't know. I just want to be filled in. Seungmin isn't known for physical affection, instead opting for annoying people he loves until they inevitably get closer to the edge of insanity. It's an odd way to show love, but Seungmin has never been known for traditional methods.

So why is it that he’s calling her pet names and smiling at her that way? Did he always smile at her like that? It’s so comforting, almost endearing. More than anything she is sharing the look. Something definitely happened but I have no clue what.

“Angel, you have all the appointments and all of that?” I looked back to her and she smiled at me saying, “Yup, I just want out of here. It’s been crazy. I just want to cuddle with my boys and watch a movie.” I could feel the sincerity in her words.

It wasn’t too long after that when Han came with the wheelchair saying, “You’re chariot awaits.” I am still really worried about her. She still says the cramps are no joke. Her cravings are still everywhere too. When she asked the attending about it they explained that her body is still going to have those pregnancy cravings for at least a few more weeks. I could see the hint of sadness in her features when hearing that. The only thing I could imagine herself feeling is that it’s another reminder. A reminder of what could’ve been.

On our way to the house I could feel her excitement ramp up. I could hear her giggles as she listened to the radio. She waited and bounced at the redlights. I looked behind me and I saw everyone else in the car smiling lopsidedly as she giggled. Y/N wasn’t known for very big displays of excitement unless it was for something that she really really wanted or missed having.

I could see the color in her face, knowing that if Hannie and I didn’t do what we needed to do, this would not have been the case. Instead, I get to see her smile, feel her laugh a little more, and be thankful for every moment, I always was but now? It’s like I have a deeper love for her. She was already a part of me, but now she is like a vital organ, as odd as it sounds.

As I was in my own thoughts I heard a song play, it was one that I knew she loved. Immediately I felt her hand grab mine, which was on the shared arm rest. Usually if she wanted the armrest she would just nudge me until I relented and shared, but this was different. She laid her arm on top of mine, her hand interlocking with mine as she sang along to the song. I couldn’t help but think it belonged there. Touches are a part of her expression of comfortability. It’s how she communicates, which I happen to know all too well. This had more weight to it somehow. She felt like she knew that no matter what she’d be safe. Which was and still is true.

When we pulled around the corner we were met with balloons in her favorite color on the doorstep. Her eyes lit up as she said, “What’s this?” I just shrugged as I said, “I don’t know, Lix told me that he was up to something but I didn’t really know what.” As soon as we parked Y/N bounced as she waited for one of us to come around and help her.

I think that she was surprised at the fact that we had done anything, period. I know that she has a complex. She tends to feel like she isn’t worth the time. That was something that she told me in confidence one night. Every night she would cry herself to sleep for the better part of 2 and a half years. Hannie and I did not catch it until we started spending weekends with her.

One night I heard whimpering from their room, when I knocked I heard sniffles. I gently pushed the door open, I found her curled in a ball, crying looking at her phone. When I asked her what was wrong she just handed me the phone. On it was a text thread.

Y/N: hey are you coming home? It’s Friday and I wanted to watch a movie with you. Channie❤️: Not this again, Y/N. I’m working, I don’t have time for this. Y/N: You promised you’d take some days off every week, so you don’t burn out. You even said that those days are our days. Channie❤️: Y/N the more you talk to me the longer I have to be in the studio. So you are causing me to be away longer because you can’t be patient. Y/N: I haven’t seen you in weeks, Channie. You are always gone, I miss you and I feel alone… like you don’t care. Channie❤️: bingo! You are right. I don’t care. My phone is getting turned off. Maybe then you’ll get the message that I don’t have time for you. Get some sleep, trust me, don’t wait up.

I held her all night that night, I dried her tears as she clung onto me for dear life. Like I said before, her love language is touch, so to literally be starved of that for weeks from her husband made me feel enraged. More than anything, I wanted to make her comfortable.

I wrapped her in a fluffy blanket of which I called ‘the Y/N burrito’. Then I picked her up while she giggled and placed her on the couch. We watched whatever she wanted. Early into the morning she started craving her favorite snack so we went out in pajamas, got the snacks, and had a movie marathon. It’s one of my favorite memories with her. She started off that night crying and ended it safe in my arms, snacks surrounding her as credits rolled on the T.V.

I brushed her hair back as I stared at her sleeping so peacefully on the couch. The credits created a dim and timid light as I wiped the chocolate from the corners of her mouth. It was about 6am when Chris walked in. He looked annoyed and just walked past us as if we were ghosts.

I recounted this as I saw the balloons, thinking that whatever is inside, she is going to love it.

Han was first to grab her. When Seungmin unlocked the door with the overnight bags slung over his shoulder we could hear a little gasp and some talking. Han held her hand as we walked.

“This is so sweet you guys didn’t have to,” she stopped at the balloons, looking at them as if they were the most precious diamonds she has ever seen. Then when we walked in she started sniffling.

Sitting on the couches were 6 pillow sized plushies, and one giant plushie. Y/N loves plushies, their textures calm her. What got her to cry though, was what each of them represented. The one giant plushie was an angel. The other 6 were a lioness, a crown, a bird, a sunflower , Anya, and the National flower of Korea, the mugunghwa, the symbol of eternal beauty, that one has to be Minho’s.

I have no clue where he even found some of these. Especially the lioness, that one represented I.N.’s nickname for her. Whenever anyone tried to mess with us he always said, “if you think the wolf is bad wait until the lioness hears about this.”

She started crying, “they…. They’re all my nicknames. The ones you gave me.” She immediately went to the angel and grabbed it, hugging it tightly as she cried.

My heart broke and swelled at the same time. She should never have to feel like anyone is going to abandon her. It makes me so sad to know that she was so scared of losing us. All because of one foolish and egotistical man. He deserves nothing, especially not her love. Yet she loved him anyway. That is the type of person that she is.

Felix came up to her and said, “I figured if one of us had to go out and you missed us, now you’ll have a piece of us with you. You won’t be alone, and we’ll always come back to you. So when we leave, you can hold on to them really tight and know that soon we’ll be there.” I could see the tears about to leave his eyes.

If anyone was able to do something this sweet for Y/N, it would be Felix. The way that he cares for her, comforts her, it’s like they share one mind. He knows that she loves plushies. Ones that are so soft she can just sink into them. Chris never really liked too many things in his room. So he always discouraged her from decorating with plushies. He also felt that, although they were cute, they had no place in an adult’s bedroom. Especially not a leader’s bedroom. Most of her plushies found residence in my room.

I had no problem holding onto them for her and sometimes she would even decorate my room with them. Every movie night, before Hannie and I came home, she would grab the plushies and throw them on Han’s bed. She’d decorate with them, with Hannie’s favorite holding a bag of Hannie’s snacks. She’d also have her favorite, she named it Ollie, and Gyu on the bed, with popcorn in the middle.

That always made me smile. That wherever Ollie went, so did Gyu. Whenever I would sleep in the same bed with her, I would grab Ollie and Gyu. One night she asked if she could hold Gyu for a bit. Usually I don’t let anyone touch him, but she isn’t anyone. Without hesitation I handed her Gyu and she handed me Ollie. I remember hearing her sigh with comfort as she talked to Gyu about me. How lucky Gyu must be to fall asleep next to me every night. She thanked him for comforting me and for allowing me to sleep soundly. Even on every tour, she would pack Ollie and Gyu for me to sleep with. The first time she did it, she wrote a note with it. ‘I’m going to miss you, but so is Ollie. I may not be able to go with you but Ollie can! Sleep well, have a great tour, I’ll see you soon Binnie!-Angel.’

She looked up at Felix, released the angel, and hugged him as she whimpered a bunch of tiny little “thank you’s” into his chest. I think she realized that all of us know that she is scared. We may not say it but we do. We know and we all love her so much. We are here for her. Even if we may not be there in person, there is no place we would rather be than being with her.

Felix held her and pulled back after a few minutes. He wiped her tears and he said, “come on sit, take a load off. The brownie batter is almost done… unless you want to help?” He smirked at her.

She practically dragged Felix to the kitchen and Minho yelled, “Yah, I’m not done in here!” She giggled and asked what he was doing. I came into the kitchen to see Minho tying tenderloin together. She was watching curiously as he worked. He said, “it is your first day home and we should celebrate that. I’m making beef wellington, and don’t worry I left out the mushrooms, replaced it with onions and carrots for you.”

“Really? Thank you Minho! This is going to be the best dinner, thank you!!” She bounced and kissed him on the cheek. His ears turned red as he said, “okokok go over there with Lix’ you guys can have the oven first since this needs to chill,” he kissed her forehead right before she bolted to help Lix. I couldn’t help but giggle at her as she breathed life into the room.

I could see that she was really touched that he said, ‘your first day home’. Those words meant that now she is home. This is her space as well as theirs, that will never change. I could see her trying to hold back tears as she baked. Once things were baking Lix’ plugged in the switch and we had a blast playing games while we waited for dinner to come around. After everything was baked and made, we all sat down for a nice dinner, like we used to in the shared dorms.

Right before we all sat down Y/N smiled and said, “thank you. To all of you. This experience was hard. It was the hardest thing that I have ever been through to date. It’s because of all of you that I made it. All of you mean so much to me. The thing that really scared me after all of this was what would happen if I lost you guys? My boys. I cherish every single memory with each of you. I love you boys so damn much, you are all my family. Seeing what you did,” she looked at me and Hannie, “Being so strong. Crying with me, holding me through it all.” I grabbed her hand and kissed it. Resisting the urge to nudge into it like I always do.

She looked at everyone else, “The fear that each of you must have felt. I know I wasn’t the only one mourning and coming to terms with things.” I saw her look directly at Seungmin for a split second and went back to scanning the table, “I want to thank all of you so much. This experience was horrific. Because of all of you, I made it out. I love you boys so much. Thank you for welcoming me home.” With that, she sat down and leaned into me, I could tell she was either too nervous or embarrassed.

As we were eating and laughing she looked around the table. I sat down right to her left and Hannie was on her other side. I could tell she was doing her best not to cry. I think it was the same for the boys. Two days ago that wasn’t the case. She was fighting for her life around this time. To think that we would all be here, together, a family. It made me want to cry. This is the family that she deserves. Everyone she loves, at home, on time, together. She was so happy and before dessert came out Hyunjin said, “Yongbok-ah phase 2.” Then Felix went running to his room. He came out with a giant comforter and plopped on the living room floor. He then ran to Minho’s room, grabbed his comforter and plopped it down as well. At that point I.N. said, “Movie time! Everyone on the floor!”

Immediately everyone moved to the living room and got a spot except for me. I was helping wash dishes with Minho. When I walked in I could see Minho tearing up as we heard her giggle. I patted his back as I said, “what can I do to help, hyung?” He just shook his head a bit and asked me to help him with the drying. By the time we were almost done with that I heard Y/N calling my name and asking me to sit. I told her that I had to change into my pajamas first and I could hear her ask Lix if she could change in his room quickly. He of course obliged.

Slowly but surely everyone started changing and pretty soon everyone was sitting on the comfy comforters. I didn’t really know where to sit and Y/N looked at me saying, “I know you aren’t thinking about sitting away from me.” I didn’t want to make it seem like she needed to be next to me all of the time, thinking that I would come off as clingy but it’s nice to know that she craves my touch as well.

I sat down right next to her and everyone’s faces had giant smiles. I looked at her and she smirked as she held onto my bicep curling into me. This is one of my favorite places to be. Just next to her as she clings onto me like a Koala.

She was giggling as Felix handed out the brownie sundaes and everyone got comfy. Y/N decided on a comedy for the first movie and out of nowhere she asked me, “You guys were never going to leave me, were you?”

I just smiled at her and said, “Not in a million years. We love you, we always will. Nothing and no one will get in the way of that.” She gave me an indication that she wanted to be closer so I lifted my arm up, that way she could scooch closer to me. I could feel the tears through my sleep shirt as I held her.

“Thank you for not leaving me.” She said as quietly as she could. The truth is, she is someone that I need, someone that we all need. She is a unique type of person. After about two movies most had abandoned the comforter pile. By the early morning it was just me and Y/N. We were laying down on her new plushies. She took her place on my chest. Much like that night from years ago, I wiped the chocolate from her face and watched her form as she slept, credits rolling on the T.V. I smiled as she slept. I kissed her forehead and she intertwined her leg with mine. A few minutes later we fell asleep, with the promise of better days ahead.

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 2 months ago

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𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚… [azuri day special]

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.2k

𝙖/𝙣: UGH AZURI BABY IM SO SORRY THIS COULDNT BE LONGER FOR YOU :(

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles but minho’s being a softie

𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Bratty. That’s what Changbin was being. Minho could hardly hold in the urge to just pin the annoying dwaekki to the floor and wreck him until he couldn’t speak anymore.

“But hyuuuuuuung~!” The younger was whining, his eyes sparkling with pouty intent as Minho stared at him and deadpanned, resisting the urge to palm his own forehead to try and stop the humongous headache he knew would follow after this.

Changbin was currently in the process of trying, and failing, to convince his hyung to match Christmas outfits with him, pouting miserably and trying his hardest to annoy Minho until the cat owner finally gave in and accepted.

However, things were not going in his favor, and he was considering just getting Chan to wreck Minho’s shit until he gave in and agreed through hysterical laughter that Changbin would certainly enjoy, along with his cute grin and his crinkly eyes.

Changbin ran off, to call the leader, probably, and Minho instantly got nervous. He knew Chan would show no mercy, especially with his huge soft spot for the younger bunny.

Sure enough, Channie sat beside them on the couch, staring at his phone and looking at Minho with a teasing, menacing, warning look.

“Hyuuuuuung!! You always do this to me! Why can’t you just try to love me for once?” Bin sniffled, and Minho felt guilty, but he was flushed instantly just by the thought of the other members’ teasing laughter if he gives in.

“Of course I love you, bun—”

“Then match with me!!”

Oh, that’s it.

The leader is instantly holding Minho back, Chan whispering at the cat owner to calm down and frantically shouting as Binnie screamed, Minho slipping out of Channie’s grip and pouncing onto the rapper.

Chan closed his eyes for what he was sure would be a bloodbath of a scene, before he heard a shriek that sounded more like…laughter?

Channie whipped his head around, and Minho was rough, hands finding Binnie’s soft sides and kneading until Chan could see the rapper’s feet kicking frantically, trying to escape as laughter poured out of him, loud and hysterical already.

“OHOHOMYGOHOHOSH!! HYUHUHUNGAAHAHAHA!!” Binnie yelped, his hands flying down to grip at Minho’s, however one look from the older dancer had him shooting them away, covering his face a little as he laughed and laughed, eyes tearing up.

Minho’s cool hands slipped lower, searching, skittering, for that one spot that drove Bin absolutely horrendously loud. He grinned. Jackpot.

Hands shot to Changbin’s hips, and thumbs dug as deep as possible into the skin above the bone, and Changbin jerked upwards, letting out a window-shattering scream as his laughter plunged into silence seconds later. “OHOHO MY—GAAAHAHAHAHA!!”

Minho sensed that his bunny was struggling, and feeling guilty for taking his pride over his baby’s happiness, he tried to help. Not stopping, obviously, but to help his Binnie handle it a bit better.

“Hey, hey, Binnie, look at me, baby…yep, eyes up here…” Minho gets Changbin to open his eyes, melting at the sight of the sparkles in his irises from the tears. “I know…I know, it tickles so fucking bad, but I’m sure you can handle it! I bet you can do anything you put your mind to.” Minho purred, digging in deeper with a grin as poor Changbin lost it.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAAAPP!! PLEHEHEEASSSEE—“

“Look, I have many tips that can help. How about, instead of using your breath to beg me to stop, which, let’s admit it, isn’t gonna happen.” Minho started, his eyes softening as Changbin tried to get some protests in between. “Take those moments to really get some good, full breaths in. Yes! Like that!”

Chan watched fondly, Binnie squealing and twisting around, happily laughing his head off and becoming dumber for the cat lover by the second, and Minho, trying to help his bunny but not stop the tickling at the same time.

“If you time them properly, between the—Yepp, you guessed it, between really hard giggles just like that—you won’t be so lightheaded!” Minho giggled, moving up to Binnie’s sides and relishing in how poor Changbin burst into more intense giggles, his eyes squeezing and nose scrunching up as he fisted at the sheets beside him.

“HYUHUHUHUNG NAAHHA—”

“Shhhhh…no no no, don’t start talking again, you’ll ruin it! Focus your energy on a more realistic goal. Eyes on the prize, darling. we both know I’m not stopping, we both know you can take it, so don’t worry your pretty little head about all of that. All you need to do right now is endure.”

“STAHAHAHAHAP TAHAHAHALKING GAHAHAHA—!!”

“Seeee…you’re running out of breath.” Minho sighed, softly kissing Bin’s forehead. “THEHEHEN STAHAHAP TIHIHIHICKLING MEEHEHEHEHE!!”

Minho shook his head, using his nails to really pinpoint with accuracy where he needed to dig to make his Binnie see stars with joy. They both knew Changbin wanted this, and neither of them noticed Chan walk out, grinning happily at his replenished ler mood.

“OHOHOHO IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHHAD!!”

“I know! That’s why i’m telling you to breathe! If you keep talking about how badly it tickles you’ll only make it worse for yourself, you know. Yes, you can stop thinking about it, if you’d just take my advice! Let’s try this again. Just laugh, then breathe. laugh, then breathe…”

Minho guided him through it, ragged breaths leaving Binnie’s mouth as he got more and more giggly, hands finally tugging at Minho’s when he truly wasn’t able to take it anymore.

“There you go!! You survived. Good job, bunny…I knew you could do it.” Minho said with a smile, now happy with the knowledge that he knew how to increase the members’ staminas.

“Fuhuhucking…leheave me alohohohone…” Changbin panted, completely winded from the tickling and laughing his head off, his eyes shining with unshed tears, but his face was already soaked, and he was rubbing at his sore fingers, tired from fisting the sheets so hard they would’ve ripped.

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll match with you for Christmas.” Minho smiled, pulling Binnie into his arms. “But if anyone finds out about this, next time there’ll be a lot more screaming.”

That didn’t sound threatening at all.

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #ler minho #lee changbin

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pinkslipxox · 4 months ago

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could you possibly make a fic where we are best friends with rai and alondrissa and we’re streaming with them and they surprise us with young miko and then the tension between us is so bad that at the end of the night there’s a heated make out seshh 😩😩

Oooh yesss! I wrote this based on the stream she did with them! I did my best, hope you like it ❤️

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“Que rica esa canción!” Alondra exclaims with delight as the gritty, distorted bass of ‘Oye, ma’ begins to echo throughout the room. She rises from the seat and encourages the audience to sing along.

As soon as the beat drops, Young Miko appears in front of the camera, dancing as Alo, Rai and Alex cheer and scream with delight. You’re just as ecstatic to see the rapper. You’ve only seen her in photos and video, but God, she looks incredible in person. Her red hair cascades over her shoulders like a fiery waterfall, her tattoos on full display thanks to the short sleeved shirt she’s wearing, and the rings on her fingers are to die for.

As the song continues to play, Miko dances and greets the trio with hugs before making her way over to you. She gives you a friendly smile before pulling you into her arms. You soak up her affection like a sponge, hardly believing that you’re hugging Young Miko herself.

“Miko, en verdad gracias por la oportunidad. ¡Que locura!” Alo laughs as she steals another hug from Miko before sitting down.

“Ay, yo te amo,” Alex says as he hugs Miko.

“Yo la amo! YO LA AMO!” Rai shouts with excitement.

“Muchas gracias a ustedes!” Miko says, grinning from ear to ear.

“Y tenemos una otra invitada— nuestra amiga, Y/N. Está aquí visitando familia acá en Puerto Rico y la pedimos si podía acompañarnos,” Rai introduces you with a wide smile on her face. She then leans into Miko’s ear and whispers loudly, “Ella es una gran fan tuya, Miko!”

“Rai!” you whine from embarrassment.

“Esta bien,” Miko chuckles. “Es un placer conocerte, Y/N.”

“El placer es todo mío,” you smile softly, praying that the blush on your cheeks isn’t visible to the fans watching the stream.

“Ay, mírala se puso pachosa!” Alex coos loudly, poking your cheek, and you playfully swat his hand away from your face.

“SE ME PEGÓ Y/N!” the dark haired boy screams dramatically, causing the three girls to laugh.

“Muy bien, Y/N!” Rai praises as she claps her hands, making Alex’s jaw drop in mock offense.

“¡Ya basta, cabrones, portense bien!” Alo scolds as if she were a mother of three small children, yet her tone playful. She then puts her hand on Miko’s shoulder, pouting her lower lip. “Perdona, Miko, son mis hijos…”

Miko laughs. “Acho, está bien. Ya lo estoy pasando cabrón.”

In true Alondra and Rai fashion, the stream continues on in a mix of chaos, boisterous laughter, and delighted shrieks. Despite trying your hardest to stay in the moment, you find yourself drawn to Miko with every word that comes out of her mouth, each smile that spreads on her lips, and laugh that she makes.

Every now and then, Miko glances at you, and she smirks when you quickly look away from her. Thankfully neither Alondra, Rai, or Alex notice the silent tension between the two of you, all of them too excited to even look twice at either of you. You just pray that no one in the stream notices, yet you’re sure that someone is bound to do so.

The rest of the stream flies by, consisting of the trio celebrating hitting their first one million fans, you and Miko holding Rai and Alondra’s Guinea pigs, and Miko trying to put together a tattoo machine. You swear you’ve never laughed so hard in your entire life once the stream is over. Once you’ve thanked Rai, Alondra and Alex for the fun time, you decide to take a quick walk around the neighborhood to calm down the excitement that’s still buzzing within you.

“Hey, Y/N!” an all too familiar voice calls after you.

It’s Miko.

“Hi, Miko,” you greet her with a smile, your voice soft.

“Mind if I join you?” she asks, her voice smooth as honey with a hint of playfulness in it.

“Si, porque no,” you hum, trying to play it cool.

As you walk together in silence, you’re wracking your brains trying to think what to say to her without being it being awkward. You’re still trying to process everything that’s happened during the past hour and a half. And now here you are, walking the streets of Puerto Rico with Young Miko.

“You’re so cute cuando te pones pachosa, nena,” Miko murmurs, a hint of a smirk in her voice.

“Just cute?” you tease, a surge of unexpected confidence coursing through your veins as you turn your head to look at the redhaired woman. “You’re alright, I guess.”

Miko scoffs playfully. “That’s it? Just ‘alright’? The way you were staring at me says otherwise, mami.”

Oh, fuck it, you think to yourself.

Before you can stop yourself, you quickly step in front of Miko and mold your lips against hers. She’s taken aback for a brief moment before she kisses back, smirking into your mouth. Miko holds you closer, her chest pressed against yours, soft moans and gasps escaping from each of you as the kiss becomes more passionate, almost desperate. You wrap your arms around her neck, and Miko’s hands grip your hips, pulling them close to hers.

Miko’s lips then plants hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck, and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation. The rest of the world around you fades away, your only focus being Miko. You don’t care if anyone sees you two like this, all you want is Miko and everything she has to offer.

“How about we take this somewhere else?” Miko hums against your skin, and you’re nodding your head before she can even finish her sentence.

Some day, some how, you are going to pay Rai and Alondra back for tonight.

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hearted-anon · 27 days ago

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6 Days until Sana’s birthday! Titled: How to train your Changbin

Words: 1251

For: @itzsana-kiddingmenow

Note: yay

T/w: Rough

Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary

Lee: Changbin

Ler: Channie

Chan could've sworn he was on his wits' end at this point. He had been incredibly stressed the entire day, and Changbin's existence could just be the bane of his problems. At first, they were just minor inconveniences, trivial little matters that the leader assumed didn't matter much. For example, when the younger refused to help poor Chan out with carrying his computer here and there, totally not leaving the part where the rapper ended up being his little helper for the rest of the day. Now? He was outright denying Chan of his 'Binnie cuddles', making the Aussie feel as if he was reaching the end of the world.

He has been trying to get Changbin into his grasp for the past one hour, just to be let down by clearly made up excuses and huge pouts, or simply having him walk in the opposite direction where the elder was heading to. It was infuriating! Or that's what Chan scoffed at Jisung, at least, unable to figure out a solution to his 100% world destroying problem at hand. Jisung gave a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes at the words the Aussie was rambling to him, even adding exaggerated gestures to show how much pain he was going through.

"Can't you just like, use that method you did in that one all-night Stray Kids thing?" The younger murmured, thinking nothing of his words, he was sure Chan would take it as a joke and not more than that.

"Jisung, I think that sometimes I don't give you enough credit. That's a genius idea!" He exclaims, making the ace deflate in his seat with absolute shock; he would've never guessed how desperate Chris was! He's brought back to the present when the Aussie shakes his shoulders, and seeing the stars that began to light up in his eyes, he didn't have the heart to let him know he was just fooling around.

Now, how exactly do you train a Changbin? There's just four simple methods! The first being: Provocation.

Walking out into the hallway, Chan tried his hardest to conceal the smug grin that threatened to take over his face, deliberately passing by Changbin while speaking awfully loudly to Seungmin, who had the unfortunate job of playing guinea pig just to help the leader out. Well, and maybe also to see Changbin's expressions, what a menance!

"Ah, Changbin can't even do something as simple as cuddling! I guess he really can't do anything after all..." Chan snickered, to which Seungmin whispered back seeing how the rapper immediately jumped out of his seat, looking behind him and staring holes into the backs of their shirts. It was clear that day that they already caught his attention; as according to plan.

"Seungmin, you're much better at cuddling than Changbin, aren't you~?" Chan cooed, making Seungmin bite back a groan of denial hearing what he had to agree to, but nodding nonetheless; trying to look as proud as he could. A second method of getting Changbin back: Comparison. Being the competitive, innocent soul he was, Changbin was no doubt feeling incredibly jealous, of course he was better at cuddling than some puppy, look at his arms; they're huge! And also the perfect size for a good hug.

"Changbin really isn't able to cuddle well, I bet he could never hug me as good as you, Minnie!" There came the third and fourth methods: Exaggeration and repetition. Changbin's fingers dug so deep into the couch he could've just torn the fabric right then and there, he couldn't stand hearing that Christopher would choose anyone over him to hold! Not able to hear the leader repeat over and over about how Changbin 'wasn't the best at cuddling', he practically leapt out of his seat, shoving Seungmin (gently) and taking his rightful place in Chan's arms. Showing a playful wink, the vocalist nodded in agreement with a chuckle, shoving his hands into his pockets before walking right out the door.

"Someone finally decided to come to me after so long, hm? Don't you think that deserves punishment?" The hair on Changbin's neck stood on its ends when he felt a warm breath brush against his skin, a soft caress yet with a dangerous undertone. With only a squeal of protest that barely made it past his lips, it soon turned into giggles and shrieks when hands scribbled over his sides, finding himself almost stuck with how tight the leader's arms were around him.

"Ehehe noho! I-I'm sohohorry!" The younger whined, but his words fell on deaf ears, soft laughter continuing to ring throughout the room, besides the creaking of the couch every once in a while whenever Changbin would jolt whenever the elder hit a particularly sensitive spot on his sides, taking special care to tweak it for a little while longer than the others.

"I don't think you're sorry... You denied me cuddles all day and apologise now when you get punished, I thought you were better than this, Bin-ah..." Chan feigned disappointment, tutting in disapproval at Changbin, who only responded with high pitched giggles. His hands soon wandered to his thighs, drumming onto the skin teasingly, pulling a panicked scream from on top of him. Try as he might, it was useless against the Aussie's determination, squeezing the chubby skin rapidly.

"WAHAHA! I-I'M SOHOHORRY!" Changbin pleaded, looking almost pitiful in his position on Chan's lap. He had nowhere to go, lifting his legs off the elder's lap, it tickled way too much, leaving him to just endure the tingles that shot through his body. It gave Chan a somewhat sadistic satisfaction, seeing his revenge served onto a silver spoon for him.

"Hm... I don't really believe you yet, how about you laugh a little more?" Yes, maybe he was being a little over the top. Yes, maybe he was being a little too mean as well, but when you see someone as muscle-built as Changbin turn into a hysteric mess over a few thigh squeezes, who wouldn't take advantage of that?

"PLEHEHEASE! I-IT'S TOHOHORTURE!" Chan always found it cute how Changbin would stammer through his laughter, especially when it came to his second sentence. Ignoring his completely hopeless pleas, he prodded his way into the younger's underarms, scribbling his nails quickly over the smooth surface and pulling a surprised squeal, and it wasn't long till booming cackles sounded yet again.

"NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE I'M GOING TO DIEHEHE!" Changbin begged once again, clamping his arms to his sides in what was a trying attempt to block out the sensations that were frying his brain to no avail, tears of mirth welling up into his eyes. Seeing that he had hit his limit, the Aussie finally decided to give some reprieve, slithering his fingers away from the younger's underarms and watching the tears soak into his cheeks. He placed a kiss onto each one of them, letting himself giggle when he saw the skin flush under his affection.

Pulling Changbin into an actual hug, he brought them both down to the couch, embracing how warm (and huge) his arms were around his waist, scratching fingers into his scalp while another kneaded the nape of his neck. He internally cooed at the relieved and content sighs that left the rapper's lips, his eyes instantly lidding and snuggling his head into Chan's chest; he couldn't tell if it was because of his ministrations or the exhaustion, but he basked in it nonetheless.

And that was how you trained your Changbin.

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amayaonly1 · 2 months ago

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Verses Unwritten: A Rap Odyssey

Eminem x Rapper!OC

Verse 2

About: Eminem grapples with his post-rehab struggles, battling self-doubt as he attempts to reignite his creative spark. The blank page feels heavier, like it carries the weight of everything he'd lost. Then Dre introduces him to Genji, a name that stirs something distant in his memory. Now, as she steps into the studio, calm and unassuming, Eminem can't help but wonder if their collaboration can help him reclaim the fire he feared he'd lost.

Disclaimer: This work is a work of fiction, and any involvement of the character Genji is purely fictional and not representative of any real person.

Eminem sat slouched in the studio chair, staring at the soundboard, lost in his own head. The air felt stale, the hum of the equipment barely masking the silence in his mind. It had been weeks since he'd come back from the edge, back from the overdose that nearly wrote his last chapter, let alone on his daughter's birthday. Getting sober had been like crawling through broken glass, a raw and relentless fight that didn't end just because the pills were gone. The hardest part wasn't staying clean - it was staying himself. He'd spent the better part of a decade as that guy: a walking grenade, spitting venom and breaking charts. Now, as he tried to inch his way back, he couldn't tell if he was rebuilding or just picking up scraps of who he used to be.

The notepad on his lap sat, filled but neglected. He tapped his pen against it, frustrated. The beats Dre played knocked were gritty, grimy, the kind of shit he'd once feasted on. But they weren't pulling anything out of him. Lines would come, then fizzle out when the music starts. What was the point of coming back if he couldn't bring fire with him? Was this it? Was this the part where he watched everything he built fall apart because he couldn’t find that edge again?

"Yo, Em, you good?" Dre's voice cut through the fog, like it always did. He'd been patient, as much as he could be. He'd seen Eminem spiral, seen him crash, and now he was watching him claw his way back. But he wasn't one to let excuses fly. He stood at the console, hand resting on a beat pad, looking at Em like he could see the storm brewing under his skin.

The said rapper grunted, somewhere between a shrug and a nod. "Yeah. I'm good. Just… stuck."

Dre didn't press him right away. Instead, he cracked his knuckles absentmindedly, like he was thinking through something. "Look, I get it. You’re grindin', but maybe too hard. That's all I'm sayin'."

Eminem looked up, one brow raised. "And?"

"And," Dre leaned back against the console, a smirk playing at his lips. "I got someone I want you to meet."

Eminem shot him a look. "Man, I don't need no cheerleader. I need somethin' real."

"She's real. Trust me." Dre's tone didn’t budge. "She's got that thing, man. Could be good for the album."

Eminem frowned, dubious. Not that he didn't trust Dre, as someone who owed much of his career to the man, but he's already got Jeff who'd been with him for a few years. It'd take him at least this album before he even thinks of collaborating with someone outside of his circle

"Who is it?"

"Genji."

The name hit like a trigger. He'd heard of her years ago. One of the pioneers who'd sparked Japanese hip hop, a scene that didn't even exist until she came through in the late 80's and flipped it on its head. She wasn't just a name overseas either. Behind the scenes, she'd worked with the biggest players in the game: Dre himself, Snoop, Big Daddy Kane, Rakim, even Pac back in the day. She was someone whose influence was stitched into beats he'd rapped on without even realising it.

Still, he couldn't help but feel the doubt creep in. He'd always admired people who built something out of nothing, and she had done exactly that. But what was she supposed to do here? Help him? After everything? He wasn't sure if it was pride or fear making his throat tighten.

"She's got credentials, yeah," he said slowly. "But what's she gonna do for me, Dre? This ain't Japan."

"You'll see." Dre pushed away from the console, grabbing his phone off the table. "Just trust me on this. She's comin' through tomorrow."

The door clicked shut, leaving the rapper alone again with the hum of the equipment and the blank page in front of him. He turned back to his blank notepad, exhaling slowly. He stared at it for a long while, like the silence might eventually give way to something. But when it didn't, he dropped the pen and leaned back, closing his eyes, still trying to process what happened mere seconds ago. If Dre believed in her, there had to be something there. But deep down, a voice whispered: What if even she can't fix this?

The studio was quiet, save for the faint static buzz of the monitors warming up. Eminem was already there, slouched in the same chair, but this time he wasn't blank. He’d filled half a page overnight; half bullshit, half something. Enough to feel like he wasn't starting from nothing.

The door creaked open, pulling him out of his thoughts. Eminem's eyes lifted from his notes just as Dre walked in, motioning someone forward. "C'mon in."

She stepped in, and for a second, the rapper wasn't sure what to expect. There she was standing in the doorway with a kind of soft confidence. Slinging on her shoulder was a black canvas drawstring bag, her brown hair was tied back, and she was dressed low-key: a beige loose-fit sweatshirt, slim-fit denim, and white Reebok shoes. But there was something deliberate, yet composed, about her presence. She didn't look at the floor or try to prove herself with swagger. She just smiled faintly, the corners of her mouth curling up like she already knew what kind of room she was walking into.

This was Genji. The girl who’d revolutionized a sound halfway across the world. The one Dre and Snoop had talked about like she was family, even back when she was just a kid making waves. He'd respected her from afar for years, the way she'd built her lane, stayed true to it, and worked with legends without chasing the spotlight.

"Em," Dre said, gesturing her forward. "This is Genji."

Her smile was small but genuine, and when she looked at Eminem, she held his gaze longer than most people did. Relaxed, but deliberate. "Hey," she greeted quietly, her voice smooth and calm. "Nice to finally meet you. Dre's told me a lot."

"Yeah?" he replied, tilting his head as he eyed her cautiously. "Dre's been talkin' you up for a while, too."

Behind her, the said man chuckled under his breath. Crossing his arms, like he predicted what was to come, he added, "Told you, she don't need hype."

"He's overselling it," Genji said softly, her tone sincere. "I'm just here to help."

There was no arrogance, no false modesty either. It threw Eminem off. He was used to people coming into the studio hungry and ready with something to prove. But she was different: quiet, almost mild, but not meek. Yet, her words landed like she meant them. She didn't even need to impress anyone like the rest. She was the impression.

For a moment, he hesitated. Part of him still didn't know if this would work. He admired her, sure. But after everything he'd been through — everything he'd lost — what if nothing could pull him back? What if not even someone like her could light the fire again?

"Alright," he said finally, gesturing toward the chair across from him. "Let's see what you got."

Genji smiled faintly and stepped forward, the quiet confidence in her steps carrying more weight than words ever could. He watched her, pen still in hand, a flicker of something unfamiliar breaking through the fog.

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harlowsbby · 2 years ago

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Can I request the reader and Jack being in the very early stages of their relationship, like they're still technically friends but they're moving towards being more. So Jack brings her to meet his friends and Neelam is being bitter and just a hater, so she tries to embarrassed the reader by like giving her an NDA to sign in front of anyone (because Jack didn't want to give her one because he trusts her). You can choose how it goes from there, maybe Jack gets mad at Neelam because she been had a stank attitude towards the reader all day

Circles

“They’ll love you I promise baby.” You we’re a fidgeting mess in your seat, today was the day you were meeting all of Jack’s closes friends and family.

You’ve met his friends like Urban and Druski before and the three of you were stuck together since like glue. You still have yet to meet Nemo, Neelam and all of Jack’s other friends and his brother which is why you were so on edge.

“But what if they think I’m weird? What if they say I can’t dress right or that my head is too big.” Jack stiffed a laugh and moved his hand over to your thigh, caressing it and cooing. “I promise you baby they won’t say anything like that, besides I’m the only one that can say you have a big head.”

You shoved his hand off your thigh and crossed your arms over your chest before facing the window while Jack was trying his hardest to contain his laughter. “Baby I’m playing around with you, they’ll all love you I know they will.”

“I hope you’re right Jack.” Looking out the window you tried your best to ease your nerves, growing up you always cared a lot about what other people thought about you so the way you were acting tonight wasn’t really new or anything different.

Your mother always taught you that first impression is always a big deal and that you need to stand out but stand out in a good way. Your relationship with Jack was still fairly fresh and new he wanted to take things slow with you but he trusted you one hundred percent.

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A few minutes later the two of you were finally pulling up to Jack’s house, it was much bigger in person. Whenever the two of you were on the phone together he’d give you a little house tour but seeing his house in person almost blew you away.

“You live here?” He chucked and nodded, taking your hand in his hand. “Yes I live here baby, all my neighbors are a bunch of old rich white people so it’s always quiet over here.” “They aren’t suspicious of some young white rapper living here?” He shrugged his shoulders and pulled out his keys, unlocking the front door. “I’m not sure but I don’t really care.”

Once inside you could’ve swore your entire jaw was hanging open by now. “Damn it’s nice in here, are you sure you aren’t married with a wife and kids? It’s all clean.” He raised his eyebrow at you. “Oh so you’re calling me dirty now?” You waved your hands in defense. “I’m not saying that it just smells and looks really clean.”

“I’m messing with you baby but come on everyone is in the kitchen.” Jack took your head and led you into the kitchen, the closer you got the louder it got, several voices could be heard coming from the kitchen.

“Urban stop being so greedy! You know you didn’t need to eat three cups of noddles.” “Well actually you’re wrong because I’m a growing man and I need the nutrition.” Neelam rolled her eyes. “The nutritions? Ramen doesn’t have nutrition in it.”

“I hope you didn’t eat all of my ramen up.” Everyone turned their attention to the door by the sound of Jack’s voice coming from the doorway.

“Y/N! You actually showed up.” Urban smiled and went to give you a hug and you happily hugged him back. “Of course you know I had to come see you again, is Druski here?” “I’m right here baby.” Looking past Urban that’s when you saw Druski.

“Druski!” You smiled and went to hug him, “I see you’re still with that white man.” He said, talking about Jack. “Don’t be jealous you know that’ll be you one day.” You smirked making his eyes go wide. “Really?!” “No Druski.” Everyone laughed as Druski groaned.

“Well I’m going to go get some snacks from the store, anybody coming with?” Jack asked. “I’ll come with you.” Ace said. Jack gave you a small smile and blew you a kiss before heading out the door.

“So who are you?” You turned around seeing a fairly short women with a bunch of highlights in her hair. “Neelam that’s Y/N you know who she is.” Urban said, Neelam was one of Jack’s many mangers you heard about her a few times and how possessive she seemed to be when it came to Jack.

“I know who she is Urban but I wanna know what’s her title.” “Her title?” Druski asked Neelam. She removed herself from the doorway and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a drink and faced you all again. “Yeah are Jack’s girlfriend, are you a little fling? What do you want from Jack because if it’s money I can give you some right now so you can leave.”

You were taken off guard you didn’t even know who this lady was and she just automatically assumed you were with Jack for the money. “What are you talking about Neelam? That’s Jack’s girlfriend and Y/N isn’t like that so whatever you’re thinking stop thinking it.” Druski came to your defense.

“I have my eyes on you Y/N.” She rolled her eyes at Druski and walked away and once she left you felt as if you could finally breathe again. “Well that wasn’t awkward at all.” You tried brushing it off and changing the energy in the room. “I’m sorry she acted like that towards you just try not to pay her any mind.” Urban reassured you.

“Yeah Neelam’s just really possessive when it comes to Jack so the way she acts is understandable.” Maybe they were right she didn’t really have a reason not to like you and at the same time you understood where she was coming from especially since a lot of girls Jack had been with are only with him for his money.

“I mean I guess but it’s whatever, so Druski is it true you’re talking to somebody?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him making him grin wide. While you waited for Jack to return you tried to keep yourself busy but you kept repeating what just happened a few minutes ago in your head.

You had a feeling somebody wasn’t going to like you but maybe you were getting too much in your head right now or maybe you weren’t.

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The entire afternoon you tried distracting yourself and avoiding Neelam, you decided to not tell Jack mainly because you knew how important tonight was for him and it was just a small little incident.

You were all in the living room watching a few scary movies, you were leaning into Jack’s side with his arm over your shoulder while everyone else was scattered across the living room.

The entire movie you had this feeling like someone was watching you but just decided to brush it off as a sign you were being paranoid until you eventually just couldn’t stand it anymore. Looking to the side of you that’s when you saw Neelam glaring at you.

Your eyes widened and you quickly turned your attention back to the screen. “Baby? You good you keep moving.” Jack looked down at noticed how you were biting your bottom lip. “Is the movie too scary? I can turn it off.” The concern in his voice clearly evident. “No it’s okay it’s not the movie, it’s nothing.”

Jack was going to press the issue further because he hated when you kept secrets or things away from him but he decided against it and let it go.

Drawing your attention back on the movie just wasn’t happening it bothered you that Neelam had a issue with you mainly because you weren’t sure what you did to make her not like you, everyone else was so welcoming and greeted you with opened arms well everyone besides her.

All you wanted to do was go home to your place and be in Jack’s arms you no longer felt comfortable being here. Once the movie was over everyone cleaned up and back into the kitchen to figure out what to make and eat.

“We have chicken, rice, broccoli.” Jack named random things in his fridge. “Everything healthy where’s the junk food at.” Ace mumbled. “Y/N if you ask Jack if we can get pizza he’ll do it.” Urban begged. “What’s in it for me if I ask?” “I’ll give you my lifetime supply of ramen.” You thought about it for a second and took his offer. “Sounds like a deal, Jack how about we order some pizza.”

“I don’t really want pizza and I can’t eat it, some chicken and broccoli sounds good.” Neelam butted in. Jack looked over at Neelam and back at you, the pout on your lips made it hard for Jack to say no. “If my baby wants pizza then pizza is what we’re having.”

You cheered along with the guys while Neelam sat in the corner. “Gold digger much.” She muttered under her breath. “What was that Neelam?” Jack raised his eyebrow at her. “Oh I said get pineapple on the pizza.” You watched how she took her phone and went upstairs to do God knows what. “What’s her issue?” Nemo asked and you shrugged your shoulders, you had no idea but you wanted to know.

Eventually the pizza came and you were all sitting in the kitchen just eating and talking when you noticed Neelam wasn’t downstairs yet. “Is Neelam coming to eat? Her food is going to get cold.” Jack pulled out his phone and messaged her, letting her know the pizza was here.

Jack had a feeling she wasn’t going to answer based off the argument they had earlier.

flashback

“Jack you need to have her sign an NDA, I understand you love her but it’s for your own good.” Neelam argued back.

Jack didn’t want to have you sign an NDA because he trusted you and knew you weren’t like girls he’s even with in the past but Neelam kept pushing him to do it. “It isn’t necessary Neelam.”

“How do you know that Jack? I saw the way she came in here and was looking around at everything it’s only a matter of time before she’s sucking you dry.” She spat at him and flopped on the chain in Jack’s office. Jack rubbed the side of his and ran his fingers through his curls.

“Let’s just drop this alright? She isn’t signing the damn NDA and that’s final.” Jack slammed the door, leaving Neelam alone in her thoughts.

She opened up the desk and pulled out a stack of papers. “Trust me she’ll be signing that NDA.” Neelam wanted what was best for Jack and her mind everything she was doing to protect him but in reality she was only hurting him.

flashback over

After a few minutes she finally came came back down. “So how does everyone feel about Y/N?” Jack blurted out making you almost choke on your food. “Jack literally please you guys don’t have to ask that.” You nervously laughed.

“I love Y/N she’s just like you just the less annoying version.” Nemo joked making Jack toss a piece of pepperoni at him. “Yeah I agree with Nemo I really like Y/N.” Ace said.

“What about you Neelam?” It was quiet for a few seconds the only sound coming from her chewing, once she finished her pizza she looked up at you all. “Honestly I think she’s fun but not really Jack’s type.” The room got silent and this awkwardness filled the air. “What?” Nemo asked.

“Look Jack has introduced us to many girls before and all of those girls all played him and used him since he has money now and what makes Y/N so different.” She spoke as if you weren’t in the room. Jack’s grip on your thigh tightened.

“Watch what you say about Y/N.” Jack told her but Neelam didn’t care she was going to get her point across regardless. “Why are you with Jack?” She asked you, everyone in the room now looking at you. “I mean we-well I love Jack and he loves me.” She raised her left brow. “And you see yourself being with him forever?” Jack gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “I do.”

She wickedly smiled and pulled out a stack of paper from her purse. “I mean if you say you’re going to be with Jack I hope you don’t mind signing this NDA.” She pushed it over towards you with a pen.

You were beyond embarrassed everyone in the room was looking at you, waiting to see what you were going to do or say. “What’s this shit Neelam, I thought we walked about this earlier.” Jack told her.

“You talked about this with her? So it was your idea.” Your spoke your voice barley above a whisper as you turned to look at Jack with teary eyes. His face fell at how heartbroken and disappointed you looked. “No I’d never do anything like that Y/N I trust you baby.”

Shaking your head at him you removed his grip from you and jumped off the kitchen counter. “I want to go home.” You squeaked with your eyes shut. “Let’s just talk about this baby please.” He begged and went to grab your arm but you pulled it back. “I said I wanna go home.” You demanded.

“I’ll take you back home Y/N.” Nemo grabbed his keys and took you outside. “I’ll come with you two.” Jack went to go follow after you but Drama pulled him back. “I think she needs some space besides you need to solve things out here.” He told Jack.

Jack watched with sad eyes as you let from the kitchen with your head down, tears clearly spilling from your eyes. He wanted tonight to go smoothly and perfectly and it was at first, maybe he made the mistake of brining you tonight, he had a feeling it was too soon.

“You know you really are manger of the year huh Neelam?” The sarcasm dripping from the tone of Urban’s voice. “Oh well I did what Jack wouldn’t do.” She continued to eat her pizza while Jack stood there heartbroken.

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