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hii! how r u :) i hope your requests are open and if they are could you maybe do something about zb1 realizing they missed a date with their partner and try to make it up to them?? its fine if you cant!

when zb1 misses a date with their partner

hey luv! thank you for requesting! just to let you guys know, my schedule is much more busier these days so i will be releasing out request slowly <3

anywho, i'm kinda excited to be doing the opposite of my last post?? obv it's not good that they stood their partner up but how the turn tables

also some of these probably don't even count but i thought some of the scenarios were so cute - sorry!!

warnings: mentions of food but i don't think there is any more?? (ik i say this ALL the time but i really try to avoid any touchy subjects/topics). but pls lmk if there are any!!

kim jiwoong

you were at the place you always met up with jiwoong, a simple park nestled in the heart of your city

jiwoong told you that he would be there in around 30 minutes but that thirty minutes turned up to be almost two hours of you waiting there

you were a bit hurt by your boyfriend's actions and decided to head home as it was reaching the two hour mark

the park was incredibly silent too, it seemed that you were the only person there

but just as you turned to begin walking home, a loud shout of your name came from behind you

"(NAME)!" you heard jiwoong call, he was running with a cap on as well as a black mask, clearly to hide his identity

"jiwoong??" your brows furrowed. when he finally came towards you, he was out of breath

"i-i'm so sorry! i was suddenly called in for practice and i couldn't just leave-"

you immediately shut him up with a hug, he was puzzled but softened into your embrace

"it's ok jiwoong. i understand that practice can hold you up. just please message me beforehand."

he was so thankful that you were understanding and held your hand

"thank you love. now what do you want to do?"

"i just want to relax with you, at home."

"okay then, lead the way my love."

rest of the members are under the cut!

zhang hao

zhang hao didn't technically miss your date, he actually showed up

but he did end up missing it because he ran into an old friend halfway through. the friend was clearly not happy to see you two with your hands interlinked together and decided to make up an excuse that they had no ride home as it was raining

zhang hao being the kind soul that he is didn't hesitate to step up and help, he told you he would be back in a few minutes

well that few minutes didn't happen as you had sat there in silence following his leave that was for nearly any hour. it was very awkward to say the least with everyone sending remorseful looks towards you

you sighed and got up to leave, you know that his friend did that purely to separate you two which pissed you off even more

as you were at the bus stop, you saw zhang hao's figure running towards you

"wait! baobei!" he shouted. you were still bothered by what happened but still gave your boyfriend a smile when he returned

"what are you doing here?" he asked, you gave him a slight smile, "i'm heading home."

"but my car is there." you sighed

"hao, i understand that you wanted to take them home but why did it take so long? i was sitting there by myself for an hour."

he noticed your disappointment and rubbed your shoulder, "i'm sorry. they just began talking with to catch up and i got ahead of time. please forgive me love. i promise i will make it up to you."

you put up your pinky finger to him, "promise?" he connected his pinky with yours, "promise." his warm smile reassured you

he then gently tugged your arm, "c'mon, let's go to my car. it's much better than the bus."

"let's go!" you held his hand and began walking to the parking lot

sung hanbin

for your 6 year anniversary, you two had planned a romantic date together. you were so happy to be with hanbin as he always made you feel special

but your excitement slowly faded away as hanbin had no sign of showing up, causing you sit there alone for nearly an hour

you had called and texted him but to no avail. at this point you were worried. maybe it was traffic? well yeah this was downtown so there must've been...or maybe something abruptly came up?

just then in the midst of your thoughts, there came hanbin an hour later with roses and something else small in his other hand

"happy anniversary love." he handed you the flowers and sat down with you. everyone in the restaurant was giving you smiles and happy looks to hanbin's appearance

"where have you been?" he smirked, "i've been planning something. actually, i've been planning it since we met that faithful day in class."

he got up from his seat and opened the small box that was in his hand to reveal a shiny ring, you gasped and then realized what he was doing

hanbin then got on one knee, causing everyone in the restaurant to share the same surprised expression

"(name), i love you and i want to spend the rest of my life with you, till death do us apart. you are my entire world and i can't imagine spending my future life without you as my partner. will you marry me?"

you were already tearing up and quickly nodded, "yes, yes, yes! a billion times yes! i will marry you hanbin!"

he then got up to spin you in his arms as everyone in the room clapped and congratulated you, hanbin slyly slid the ring down your finger as it shined

"it fit's perfectly." he sighed in relief, "oh thank god, i was worried it wouldn't because i didn't know your ring size."

you embraced him again, "thank you hanbin for choosing me."

"you know i'll always choose you love."

(this actually made me emo hELP ok moving on)

seok matthew

funny enough, matthew wasn't even supposed to miss your date, you two had it all planned out with what time you would go as well as getting your tickets early

but he got sick and had let you know beforehand, but you were incredibly sad as you were going to watch the movie that you both wanted to see together alone

though matthew told you to enjoy it, you couldn't help but feel a teensy bit guilty as matthew was telling you how much he wanted to see the movie

you wished he could've been beside you holding your hand or resting his head on your shoulder, also vice versa

you could barely focus on the film itself as you worried for your boyfriend's health

the credits finally rolled and you immediately made your way to matthew's place

as you opened the door, you heard the sounds of coughing and sneezing coming from his room. you rushed to his cabinet to get some medicine and walked into his room

"matt!" you said, he seemed relieved seeing you but you noticed how he was curled up into his blanket and the tissue box placed on his side table

"(name)! how was the movie?" you pulled him into a hug, not caring if you would get sick, "i missed you. it didn't feel the same without you."

he grinned, "so does that means i have an effect on you?"

you playfully rolled your eyes and you sat next to matthew in the cozy blanket, "yeah, yeah. a huge effect."

"but you didn't answer my question." he said, you shrugged, "it was good but i spaced out for most of the film. i just needed you with me."

he put your head gently on his shoulder, rubbing it. "you have me now for as long as you want."

kim taerae

(taerae is a businessman in this scenario)

you and taerae had been planning a romantic date night ever since he got the promotion at the company he was working for

it was a huge deal and you wanted to congratulate him in some way and give him something to relax with

but this promotion also meant that taerae would get more work that made him stay overtime at the building

you were worried that he would have to stay late on your date night, but taerae continuously reassured you that everything would work out fine

but of course the world isn't that perfect. your worries became reality as you were left alone at the chosen restaurant

you already knew something like this would occur and weren't even shocked when it happened

and then you got the text with taerae apologizing and stating that he would be coming home late. without thinking twice, you left the restaurant without ordering anything

you were up that night watching a tv show in your pj's when the door opened to your shared place, there you saw taerae in his suit. "your still up?" you hummed in response

he then came towards you and suddenly wrapped his arms around you, "i'm sorry. i know how much you wanted to go on that date."

you sighed, "this isn't about me taerae. i wanted you to have a night to relax so you could treat yourself. i'm happy you got your promotion but i wish you could have more time for yourself."

he pressed his lips on your forehead, "i know and i'll try my best to get my work done quicker so i don't worry you. i just want us to have a good life together. i'll do better."

you nuzzled your face in his chest as you hugged him, "thank you taerae. i know how hard you work."

shen ricky

you were waiting for ricky at the downtown aquarium that was well known in your city. you didn't realize how much you were checking the time on your phone waiting for him

"where is he?" you mumbled to yourself. standing by the door made it even more awkward as everyone was staring at you while walking into the front doors

you sighed as it was approaching the one hour mark and there was no sign of ricky arriving. did you do something? what would cause him to not come when he always came to your dates?

you decided to give up on waiting for him and took the train home in disappointment. not even a call or message, nothing, you were bitter to how your night went and just curled up in bed

a few minutes later, you heard frantic knocking at your door. it didn't take a genius to know who it was. when you opened it, you saw ricky holding a bouquet of roses as he handed it to you

"(name), i'm so sorry. it's a long story but i can explain."

you sighed, not knowing how to react to the situation you were faced with, "i don't know ricky. i just feel really let down."

"please, just let me in and we can talk. trust me, i would never leave you hanging on purpose."

you had no choice but to let him in, as you two were sitting on your couch, he handed you the bouquet

"i can assure you that i purposely didn't miss the date. the road i was usually go on got closed and i had to go the other route which took me longer than the regular route i take. by the time i got there, you were already gone."

everything finally made sense and now you felt kinda bad for feeling bitter before

"trust me (name). i love you so much. i'll do anything to make it up-" you quickly shut him up with a kiss on the lips. ricky paused for a second before naturally resting his hand on your side as he returned the favour

"it's okay ricky. just call me next time this happens so i'm not worried."

"next time, i promise i will."

kim gyuvin

"gyuvin where are you??" you asked, looking around the mall for any sight of him

"uh...it's a... long story." he said, pausing in between his words. you were confused to say the least as gyuvin promised to meet up with you at the nearby mall to grab some food and go shopping

"i have lots of time." you replied, just then you heard some people shouting in the background of his call

"gyu, who is that?" you asked, you waited for him to compose an answer as the call went silent for a while

"i'll call you back! i'm sorry something came up! i love you!"

the call then ended, causing you to be left with mixed feelings, what was even going on in that call? it was so random and unlike how gyuvin usually acts

a few hours passed and you were sitting at your dining table at home, devouring on some pasta you had just finished making when you got a facetime call from non other than kim gyuvin himself

you were reluctant to answer but did nonetheless. the first thing you saw was gyuvin running outside, seemingly out of breath. "gyuvin? what are you doing?"

he gave you a slight smile, "i want to talk to so i'm running to your house right now. i'm pretty sure i could win a marathon right now."

you faintly chuckled, "okay...but why?"

just then it cut and a few minutes later you were met with him at your door

"care to explain to me why i was left at the mall alone?" you questioned, he plopped down on your bed, making himself at home

"blame hanbin hyung, not me!" he put his hands up, "i had to stay at practice since i wasn't able to master the dance! i tried to run away but hanbin forced me to stay!"

it finally made sense, "oh...well i guess that explains it."

"yeah so stop being mad at me!" he exclaimed, "i won't! also you should be at the dorms right now."

he seemed unaffected and shrugged, "they can try and catch me but i just want to be with your right now."

park gunwook

there was a small place to grab food near where you and gunwook both lived and he kept begging you to go with him one day

you agreed and though you came at the right time, gunwook had seemed the forget about the date, leaving you by yourself

the owner of the shop, an older woman, noticed you and frowned, "what are you doing here alone?"

"oh well, i was supposed to meet with someone but they haven't showed up."

the owner was kind enough to offer you some free food due to your situation but it didn't get rid of the feeling you had inside of you

gunwook was someone who'd always remember important events or days so this caught you off guard

you ended your visit earlier than expected and began walking home when you felt someone grab your wrist

it was park gunwook, he had a guilty expression on his face, clearly feeling bad for what happened

"i know there's no excuses for missing our date but i promise you it wasn't intentional." he began, "i'm really sorry and if you want we can still go somewhere else to make up for it."

you were still wondering what had caused him to not show up in the first place

so you asked, "gunwook i know you have never missed our dates, what happened today?"

he sighed, "we set the fire alarm off in our dorm while cooking, i should've informed you beforehand."

your eyes widened, "WHAT? is everyone okay?!" he nodded, "yeah but it was mainly my fault."

you hit his chest, "you cooked didn't you?"

he shyly looked down, "i wanted to impress the members but i guess that didn't work out."

you poked his cheek, "you always impress me gunwook. you don't need to prove anything."

he grabbed your hand and began taking you somewhere, "let's go, i have to make up for what i did."

han yujin

well technically an indoor date, yujin had promised you that he'd come over to your house since you were home alone and wanted to watch the drama that you were both binge watching on your projector

so as you prepped the food and drinks, the minutes passed by and yujin hadn't shown up

this was concerning but your brushed it off as something came up. but then another hour passed and he still wasn't here

now it was becoming worrying and you called yujin, only for it to go to voicemail right away

deep down you felt upset that you prepared all of this only for your boyfriend to never show up, and as the night got darker, you began putting the food away and wrapping up for bedtime

your parents had also returned home from their day out so you weren't even home alone anymore

you didn't get an answer to any of this until yujin called you himself

"(name), please don't be mad. i really couldn't leave."

"what do you mean yujin? i prepared everything for us and yet you didn't show up." your tone was obviously very unpleased

"i know, and i'm sorry. i ended up running into a friend while heading to your house and we hung out, i didn't realize how quickly time went by and completely forgot about our date."

though his explanation did tell you why he didn't show up, you were still conflicted with if you should forgive him or not

"then...it's okay. if you want to hang out with your other friends too then that's fine with me."

"no, i want to be with you more than anyone. let's hang out tomorrow, my place. we can watch our drama together then to make up for today." he seemed very firm on wanting to be with you which caused you to grin

"okay, i'll see you tomorrow then. you better show up!" you exclaimed. he chuckled on the other end

"if i don't then you won't ever have to see me again." he joked, reminding you of how much he loved you

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silentglassbreak · 7 months

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Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Alright, back to our regularly scheduled programming. Thank you all for being patient with me. We need to develop this plot, so let's all buckle up.

Warnings: Nothing wild here. Testosterone being tossed around.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

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Part 9 - First Time

One Month Later

Normal is a relative term, isn’t it? By definition, it means conforming to a standard. Therefore, my life was getting into a sense of normalcy, as I was forcing it to.

I couldn’t handle the heartbreak anymore. It was too painful to allow myself to continue to sulk. Every time she left, anytime we said goodbye, my soul folded in on itself more and more. Is it going to stop hurting just because I want it to? No. Can I allow myself to move on? I think so.

One hundred and eighteen days since she ended things. My world fell apart, but I only have to wait so long before I start trying to put it back together. I’m encouraged to move forward. I’m told to let myself heal. And I think maybe it’s time.

Thirty-six days since Mileena and I recovered from the stomach flu, and our safe bubble was burst. We haven’t kissed, fucked, or had any above mildly flirtatious contact since.

We’re still close, and we still talk every day - sometimes for hours, but I’ve put up a silent barrier between us. Continuing to allow the physical affection was only making it harder for both of us. And I’ve learned, through months of dealing with this, that she has little to no control.

She’s still seeing Justin, which stings in ways I can’t even begin to explain, but I’ve swallowed it. Leena seems to have taken to him, which makes me happy. Although I never expected to feel that way, I do. Seeing her smile, and seeing her joy has brought a sense of calm to my soul, even if I’m not the person lighting that fire inside her.

Maybe I’m moving on.

Today, I was awake early, driving to the guys’ place, anxious and excited all at once.

Today was album completion day. After hours on hours of sitting with Jolly in the studio, rewriting lyrics, re-recording vocals, and reworking the instrumentals, it was finally ready.

Today, at 9AM, the album was due to Sumerian. We were going to send it at 8AM, the email already drafted and all of the files attached. It was a big moment, and we were ecstatic. The amount of work that had gone into this album made Death of Peace of Mind look like child’s play. We were all so ready to be moving to the next stage - preparing for release.

I pulled into the driveway, and noticed the amount of vehicles. I, clearly, wasn’t the only one there.

Just inside the front door, I kicked my boots off and made my way toward the living room, already hearing many conversations ongoing. Just inside the foyer, I could see Nick and Laura, enthralled in whatever conversation they were having. Jolly was sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop, surely checking the email again to make sure all of the attachments were sound, and nothing had been forgotten.

In the back corner of the room, Folio stood by the fireplace, mid-conversation with Leena, who was holding Addison on her hip.

“Well, hello family!”

Everyone’s eyes flashed to me, smiles breaking out on everyone’s faces.

“There he is!” Nick walked over and clapped my shoulder. “Cant believe you’re the last one here!”

I shook my head. “Traffic was rough this morning.”

I gave him and Laura welcoming hugs, and made my way over to Leena and Addison.

“There’s my girls.” I gave Mileena a one-armed hug, and took Addie from her, squeezing her tight.

“Are you excited?” Leena was beaming at me, something like pride on her face.

“Excited and anxious. I’ll be glad once it’s out of our hands.”

Folio snorted next to me. “Yeah, so you can’t fuck with it anymore.”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “It’s not fucking with it. It’s perfecting.”

He reached over, slipping Addie from my arms. “Well, go check on Jolly. He hasn’t spoken in twenty minutes.”

I padded over to the couch and flopped down. “All good here?”

He nodded, reopening the email. “I think so. Everything’s working. Cover art and back art is there. Lyric docs are attached. I think we’re all set. Bryan is going to forward in the pictures for the social media announcements. And Matt’s working on the details for the release party already.”

I nodded. “We don’t know how long?”

Jolly shrugged. “Three months, maybe? Slaughter is releasing their album next month, but then Alec told me it’s pretty clear until November. We’re likely shooting for a fall release.”

“Oh sweet. We can start touring in spring, maybe?”

Jolly smiled and leaned back. “I fucking hope so man. We’ve been getting a lot of heat for not hitting Australia on the last tour. Or Asia.”

“Maybe we start there?”

I could feel eyes burning into the side of my head, Mileena standing close enough to hear our conversation, but I ignored them.

“Festival season is in the spring and summer, so maybe we start with that? And work our way out?”

I huffed, and let my eyes drift over to Leena, who had a sad expression on her face that she wasn’t hiding well. “We’ll let Matt and Lana work it out.”

“Two minutes, guys.” Nick called from across the coffee table.

Folio came and plopped next to me. Nick sat next to Jolly, Laura perched on one of his knees. Leena sat, Addie in her lap, on the arm of the couch.

Jolly’s finger hovered over the ‘Send’ button, and we all held our breath.

“As always, I would like to just say, you guys are the best. We have worked our asses off for this, and if we receive even half of the success as Death of Peace of Mind, we’re lucky. We’re lucky to do what we love, and do it well.” I spoke to the entire room. To my brothers.

“Let’s fucking do this!” Folio announced, and the clock struck 8:30, Jolly clicking the mouse.

A second of silence fell over us, until the confirmation that it was sent popped on the screen.

We all broke out in celebratory hollers and clapping.

“Fuck yeah! We fucking did it!” Nick exclaimed, patting Jolly’s shoulder.

“You guys are awesome, you know that?” Laura smiled at us all.

“We need to celebrate!” Folio stood up suddenly, all of our eyes snapping up to him. “Let’s call Matt, Bryan, Lana, and Davis, and let’s go fucking celebrate!”

“Uh, dude…it’s not even 9AM…” I was smirking at him.

“It doesn’t have to be a party.” He stopped, thinking for a moment. “Let’s go ride fucking roller coasters!”

Nick, Jolly, and myself all stood up, affirming our excitement at once.

“That’s fucking awesome! Let’s do it!” Nick was still holding onto Laura. “You’ll come?”

She smiled wide. “Blocked my whole day for you, babe. I’m down.”

Nick glanced at Leena. “You too?”

She seemed to hesitate, her eyes looking over to me. “I, uh, might need to pass.” She chewed her lip. “Addie and I had plans today.”

“So…cancel them?” Jolly interjected.

“We were supposed to meet with Justin.”

I scoffed. “So bring him?” Her eyes widened in surprise at me. Valid, given I was mildly surprised at myself as well. “Unless, of course, he’s too scared…”

The drive to Knott's Berry Farm was quicker than I expected. Folio and I rode in my truck with Addison, Nick and Laura were in her car, Bryan and Matt were picking up Davis and Lana, and Mileena would be meeting us in about an hour after she picked up Justin. As we turned right off of La Palma onto Beach Boulevard, the traffic came to a dead stop. The turn-in to Knott's toward the parking lot was packed.

"Is something going on today?"

I shrugged. "No idea. We got here early, so I didn't think it would be too packed for a Thursday." I glanced at the dash. "It's only noon."

He rolled his window down, leaning his body out of the window, and waving at a security guard who was directing traffic.

"Hey," The guard walked over to my car. "is there a reason it's so busy?"

The guard stood with his hands on his belt, and glanced down to the line of cars.

"The concert today. It doesn't start until 6, but folks want to get in early."

Folio raised an eyebrow, dropping back into the vehicle. "Concert?" He pulled his phone out and opened his browser. After a moment of searching, he smiled. "Oh dope, dude! There's three bands playing today!"

I was pulling toward the parking lot now, waiting for my turn to pay at the stall. "Which ones?"

"Skillet, Daughtry, and Lifehouse."

I nodded in surprise. "That's fucking cool, man. We picked a good day to come."

Once we had all parked, I was pushing the stroller with Addison squealing excitedly. We all talked about which rides we were hitting first.

"Dude, we can't just start with the biggest ones. We've got to warm up." Nick was trying to reason with Folio, who looked as though he was crawling right out of his skin.

"Bro, I am riding the Xcelerator first, and you can't fucking stop me."

I chuckled. "I'm so in on that, man."

Laura reached for the stroller, taking it from me easily. "That's fine. You and Folio go get your adrenaline rush. Addie and I will be waiting for Leena in Camp Snoopy."

I bent down to kiss Addie's nose as she munched on her cotton candy, making an absolute mess. "You be good for Auntie, baby girl."

She blew a bubble in response.

Folio and I practically sprinted to the line for the roller coaster, only being a few dozen people back. He immediately hopped up onto the railing, smiling wide.

"So excited. I haven't been here since I was a kid."

I nodded. "Leena and I came like...three months after we met? She likes to act like she loves roller coasters, but in reality, she only rides the mellow ones."

He giggled. "She always talks such a big game, dude."

"Fucking honestly. She's as human as the rest of us, contrary to popular belief."

He nodded, jumping down to move with the line. "You going to be good with her bringing Justin?"

I perused this a moment. "I think so. I've had some time to adjust."

He looked at me suspiciously. "Have you been adjusting? You and Leena seem to be pretty...I don't know...weird?"

Leaning against the rail, I crossed my arms and looked at him. "Weird like how?"

"Well, let's see," Folio turned to face his body toward me. "you break up, when clearly neither of you wanted to do that. You both get majorly depressed for a while. Then you have an outburst at the 4th party, where you both disappear for half an hour." He raised his eyebrow suspiciously. "Then you flirt all the time, and both get sick at the same time, hiding out for three days together, where neither of you will talk about what happened." I chewed on my bottom lip. "Now you guys just stare longingly at each other from across rooms, and act like everything's okay." We moved forward with the line.

"Oh, and not to mention that she has a boyfriend."

Thanks for that, Folio.

"Doesn't seem very adjusted."

I scoffed. "Well, I didn't realize I came today to get attacked, but alright."

He chuckled at me, smacking my shoulder. "I'm just asking. I'm not sure any of us really get why you two aren't just...together...."

I shrugged, then. "That was her decision."

He cocked his head. "But why?"

I sighed hard, arms still crossed. "She can't handle it, dude. The," I waved my hand around us. "Bad Omens, rock and roll, touring thing."

Folio looked interested. "No?"

Shaking my head, I noticed we were getting closer to the front. "Nope. And that's my life."

"Can't her and Addison come on tour?"

"Man, I wish. I've even tried to convince her too, but having a toddler on a tour bus wouldn't work, and even I know that."

He looked disappointed. "Fuck, man."

"Yeah, I know." Huffing out a weak laugh, I rubbed the back of my neck. "I even offered to quit. Just write and produce so I wouldn't have to tour."

"You couldn't do that, dude. You love this shit."

I nodded, and looked directly at him. "I know, but I love them more."

Folio and I were walking over to Camp Snoopy, where everyone had convened after riding their respective rides. I caught a glimpse of Mileena sat at a picnic table, surrounded by everyone, feeding Addison in the stroller. Before I even reached the group, I noticed it.

Everyone was speaking, laughing together. Justin was stood talking to Davis, talking about something with his hands, and Davis was definitely into the story. The entire group was engaged in some form of conversation, looking excited and lighthearted. Everyone, except Mileena.

She was handing Addison her snacks, back turned to the group, and a look of frustration on her face.

We approached them, everyone turning their attention to us.

"How was it?" Nick chirped up from behind Laura.

"Fucking rush. So much fun." Folio responded, coming to sit next to Leena, and grabbing the snacks from her. Leena smiled at him as he started talking to Addie, handing her the puffs from the bag. If anyone bonded with the baby the most, to everyone's surprise, it was Folio.

I stepped over to stand in front of Leena, staring down at her. I lowered my eyes so I was looking directly at her. I gave her the look; the one that she knew asked if she was alright. She just pursed her lips, and nodded curtly.

I glanced back over to where Justin was still talking to Davis, Jolly now having joined the conversation.

I smiled down at Leena. "Want to come with me to grab a soda?"

Her eyes drifted over to Justin, who was paying her no mind, and stood up.

"You okay with her for a minute?" Folio just nodded to her in response.

She followed behind me as I made my way toward the Calico Ghost Town, and the snack shops they had nearby. We joined the long line, and I turned to look at her.

"What's going on?"

She sighed. "Nothing, just wanted to be here a lot sooner."

"Everything okay with you two?"

She looked at me, her eyes hesitant, but I could see that she wanted to tell me.

I held my hands up. "Safe space, here."

Leaning her head back, she groaned. "He's irritating me."

"How so?"

"He's pissed that I wanted to come here. We had plans to get lunch, and take Addie to the park. I explained that today was a big deal, but he told me he didn't see why I had to come."

I raised an eyebrow. "Ah, okay. Makes sense."

"No, it doesn't. He knows that I'm close with all of the guys, not just you. But he still gets so fucking weird about it." Her voice was full of annoyance, which amused me.

"I mean..." I calculated my words. "Can you blame the guy?"

Her head snapped toward me. "What?"

Laughing, I took a step away from her. "Leena, I am your ex. We spend an awful lot of time together."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "We have a kid together, Noah."

I nodded. "I get that. I'm just saying, he probably has pretty good reason to be skeptical."

She huffed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know. I just," Taking a slow breath, she calmed herself. "if him and I are going to make it work, he's going to have to understand. You guys are my family."

I let my arms reach for her, pulling her into a comfortable hug. "I know. And if he really likes you, he'll figure it out."

The day passed comfortably, the warm sun baking us while we waited in lines, played games, and ate funnel cakes. Mileena passed on the bigger coasters, as I had expected. Laura and I rode the Jaguar six times in a row, nearly toppling over from lightheadedness after the last ride.

Justin and I didn't speak much, only in passing comments and niceties. It was easier that way.

By 5PM, we started to see the signs go up for the concert, so we decided to head over to the stage area, tucked behind the Ghost Rider, in an attempt to get decent seats. We found a table big enough for everyone - with the exception of Matt and Lana, who insisted they be at the front - and got comfortable.

Addison had been sleeping for about an hour, and I had pulled her from the stroller, cradling her to my chest against my sweatshirt, so I could try and shield her ears some from the music. I stood at the end of the table, swaying her back and forth, Mileena sitting next to where I stood, chatting idly with Laura about the day.

I felt a bump to my elbow, and looked to my right, seeing Justin standing next to me, large beer in his hand.

I nodded toward him. "What's up, man?"

My hand was rubbing circles on Addison's back, my knees bouncing gently.

"Could I borrow you for a minute?"

Looking at him curiously, I tried to gauge his intentions. I had kept a good enough distance from Leena for the day, in an attempt to not stir any drama.

"Uh, one sec." I turned, motioning with my chin for Folio to come over. "Can you take her for a minute?"

He just peeled her off of me, repositioning her on his chest. This caught Mileena's attention, who had a concerned look on her face as I began following Justin to where he stood a few feet away. I flashed her a small smile for reassurance.

The opening riffs to Skillet's first song caught my attention for a split second before I turned my attention back to Justin.

"What's going on?"

He took a long pull from his beer, and I noted that it wasn't the first he had that night. "I just wanted to chat with you. Hadn't had much chance to talk today." He snorted then. "Or...ever, really."

I laughed, putting my hands in my sweater pocket. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Congrats on finishing the album, man."

I nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate that."

We both looked over to the stage, taking a second to listen to the song. Comatose. A good one.

"So, can I ask you something? Man to man?"

I turned back to look at him, shrugging. "Go for it."

"Are you fucking Mileena?"

This caught me wildly off guard, making me lean back on my heels, eyes blown wide.

"Excuse me?"

"Cause you two seem a little more comfortable than typical exes."

My mouth was hanging open, my brain scrambled. "Dude..."

"If you are, I guess it's whatever. We never made anything exclusive." His words didn't match his tone at all, which told me if I didn't give the right answer, he would probably put a fist straight into my mouth.

As tempting as that was...

"No, man, we're not sleeping together." I waved a hand in between us, shaking my head. "We're not like that."

"Anymore." He added on.

"Well," I glanced back at Leena, who was watching the concert from her seat. "clearly. We do have a kid together."

He smiled at me then, his eyes darkening. The look made my stomach turn.

"She's great in bed, isn't she?"

My blood turned to ice, and my spine involuntarily straightened. I may be moving on, but I'm still a human being. I can only tolerate so much, and he was testing my fucking limit.

Before I could respond, he decided to continue. "I can't imagine how you ever let go of that, brother. She's fucking wild."

I ground my teeth together, jaw clicking in the process. My hands were balled into fists at my side.

"Let's not." Was all I could get out.

He scoffed. "Oh come on, it's not like we haven't both been there."

The eyes staring back at me were malicious. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A hot, angry fire lit in my chest, screaming at me to rip this jackass' tongue straight out of his mouth, but I didn't. Instead, I returned his smile with my own, venomous and rage-induced.

"I mean, I guess you have a point." He raised his eyebrows, clearly not expecting my response. "There is a small difference, though."

He took another chug from his cup, wiping his mouth. "What's that?"

I licked my lips, glancing around to ensure no one was around.

"You get to fuck her, right?" He just nodded in response. "She begged me to fuck her."

I watched his smile fall, his eyes squinting and chest puffing out. "Oh yeah?"

I let my shoulders roll back easily. "Yeah. So," I leaned in, making sure he could hear me clearly. "that girl over there, regardless of if she's riding your cock, or any other douchebag's, belongs to me."

I could see his jaw tighten. I turned my body to walk away, leaving him with one last comment.

"And I'll just warn you now," I looked him up and down. "you're just temporary. May want to wrap your head around that."

With that, I walked away. It wasn't my proudest moment, I'll admit, but I didn't care. I held my head high as I walked back to the table, and took my daughter from Folio, bobbing to the music while she slept soundly in my arms.

Mileena and Justin had disappeared shortly after our talk, which didn't surprise me. I didn't see them through the rest of Skillet's set, and Lifehouse was due to come out after the intermission. I had handed Addie to Laura, taking a few minutes to run to the restrooms and grab a pretzel. I waited in line at the snack stand, scrolling through the photos I had taken on my phone that day, when I felt a hard slap come across my left shoulder.

I looked over, seeing a tearful Leena, face red with anger. "What the fuck did you say to him?!"

My eyes panned around, seeing all of the eyes staring at us.

"C'mon." I grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the line, but as soon as we were alone, she squirmed out of my grip.

"Seriously, Noah! What did you say?! He fucking left!"

I rolled my eyes at that. "I didn't say anything he didn't need to hear."

She deadpanned at me. "Which was what?"

Sighing, I adjusted my hat, turning it backwards on my head. "The guy's a dick, Leena. He wanted to talk about how you are in bed with me."

Her eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"I just made it clear that wasn't a good idea."

She narrowed her eyes. "He told me you said we were still sleeping together."

I shook my head. "Nope. I actually told him that we weren't."

"Noah, what did you say?"

After several attempts of trying to give her the cliffnotes version, she finally snapped and demanded to know what I said, verbatim.

Once I told her, I thought the big vein in her neck was going to explode all over both of us.

"What the fuck, Noah?!"

I kept my voice even. "I love how you're only mad at me, when he wanted to antagonize me, while also being halfway drunk." I threw my hands up. "On a day that's about my band, to begin with." I smirked, annoyed, and put my hands in my pockets. "Guy's got some fucking balls, I'll give him that."

Leena shook her head. "I am mad at him. But I'm more mad at you."

My face held an amused, bewildered look. "Make it make sense?"

She rolled her eyes. "Noah, you were the one who reasoned that he had a right to be uncomfortable."

"Oh, well let me be clear - I hereby retract that statement. Guy's a douche." I nodded at her to emphasize each word.

She groaned, and rubbed a hand over her face.

"The fuck am I going to do?"

I snorted. "That's on you, dude." She glared at me. "But my two cents? Break it off. He's an ass." And with that, I walked away from her, leaving her to stare after me with an exasperated look on her face.

Lifehouse finished, but my mood was dead. I had no interest in staying for Daughtry. I was so beyond annoyed by this entire situation, that I elected to leave early.

I offered to take Addison, but Mileena assured that she would take her until my regular day. Rather than argue, I just said my goodbyes to everyone, and headed for the entrance of the park.

My irritation grew the further out I got, and was at a full blown rage by the time I reached my truck, my fist landing on the door.

How could she? This muscled-up dirtbag comes in, pisses her off, and then has the audacity to try and talk shop with me, about her, and she's mad at me? Where is the fucking math on that? What did I fucking miss?

I had been so God damn tolerant. So patient. I had taken the mixed fucking signals, the back and forth emotions, the wanting me one second, and treating me like the outlier the next. I had taken it all on the chin. I'd sat there and watched her be in a new relationship, ignoring how painful that is. Moving on before my very eyes.

And all for...what? For going on tour? For leaving her alone? For admitting that I'm a human fucking being and pictured another woman naked? That for a split fucking second, I considered sleeping with her? For which I then beat myself up and felt guilty as fuck afterwards?!

I was done. Done being patient. Done being the bigger person. I got the fucked end of the stick this entire time, and now she's mad at me?

I sped down the highway, no regard for the limit, zooming toward my house so I could be alone. She ruined this day, and I was fucking over it.

It only took me twenty-five minutes before I was pulled up to my gate, noticing a sedan parked on the street outside of it with it's headlights on. This caught my attention, as it was a vehicle I didn't recognize.

I swiped in, and saw the sedan following me through the gate. This had me on guard, my eyes watching my rearview mirror as the car stopped behind my truck. I was too keyed up, willing to fuck up anyone who tried me at this moment.

Jumping out of my struck, I slammed the door behind me and walked toward the vehicle. The driver's door opened, and a small man, slightly hunched over, stepped out. He wore a lanyard around his neck with some form of ID, and held a manila envelope in his hands.

"This is private property." Was all I said before he walked up to me, a kind smile on his face.

"Noah Davis?"

I scrunched my nose. "Who's asking?"

He looked down at his papers and back up to me. "My name is Leonard James. Are you Noah Davis?"

I crossed my arms. "Sebastian."

He adjusted his glasses. "Oh, I apologize sir. I see that here. Noah Sebastian Davis?"

I rolled my eyes. "My government name, sure. Who are you?"

He handed me the envelope, still smiling at me.

"You've been served."

#fanfic #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #noah sebastian fic

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surr3al1sm · 3 months

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I just wanted to come on here and make a little celebration post because Maybe Loving You is Dangerous has officially hit 100 kudo's! That number is like genuinely insane to me because I was expecting it to get like 30, max. I cannot believe it oh my god. I'm so grateful for everyone that has read my fic so far, that has left a kudo's, that has left a comment. It all really means the world to me, thank you so much. I truly wouldn't have been able to do any of this without you guys. I'm so happy you enjoyed the story so far, and I'm so excited for what's coming next because I get to have some fun. I hope you guys will like it! Now, surpisingly or not, I am very bad at talking about myself and my accomplishments. And since it's my celebration post I get to do what I want. Today that is being nice to some other writers. So I decided to leave a little note to the authors that inspired me to write and actually publish this fic under the cut. (So if you got tagged, that might be why). Feel free to read these notes if you want to, it's truly just me being an insufferable fanboy. If you did not get tagged, but we are mutuals (or friends) just know that you might have also had a role in the inspiration and motivation departments of this fic.

A note to @halfratsalready: I'm sure this comes as a surpise to no one, and I warned you I was going to tag you in something. But yeah, being very real and sappy with you: you're like one of my biggest inspirations for this. I was, and still am, absolutely enamored by the Lose Yourself series. I honestly feel confident enough to say that its my favourite Just Dance fic, ever. It's genuinely so well written and you executed everything so perfectly. I loved inserting it into my weekly schedule and I felt so inspired to write afterwards. I'm going to be a little sneaky and say that the whole reason I started even thinking about possibly writing a pre-canon fic. So truly, MLYiD owes Lose Yourself it's life. I joke around sometimes and call you my target audience, but honestly? You are. Everything I write is with your enjoyment in mind. I really do catch myself thinking "I hope Oboe likes this" while writing lol. I will forever be your nbr 1 fanboy, and I am so glad that we're friends. I wouldn't have it any other way.

A note to @libra-cant-just-dance: Hello there! You're the only one in here I haven't talked to, but I still wanted to tag you and tell you how much I love your fic. The Tainted City was such a great fic. I loved the plot and your story telling and the way you describe things is just so amazing. I really look up to it. The Tainted City was a bigger inspiration for my other fic than for this one, but honestly without it I doubt I would have ever started posting fics. So really, I owe you one at this point. Your fics are amazing and I cannot wait to see what you end up doing with Mirrored Walls!

A note to @lightning-and-sparks: Thorns was the first Just Dance fanfic I have ever read, and it will always be one of my favourites. I genuinely enjoy the story and you're such a good author as well. I'm so glad it's back and that I get to read weekly updated for it again. As you know, it is a very big inspiration for MLYiD and I might have accidentally stolen a few things from it but that was all in good faith and because it was all so good that I just had to. Keep it up, I need infinite Throns content (please.)

#seriously thank you #MLYiD rambles #just dance fanfic #just dance #wanderrose

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hey, i love ur fics🤍🫶 (louder than everyone else)

can i request an ao’nung x fem! metkayina! reader? he’s REALLY overprotective of her and when the sully’s arrive, he notices how neteyam is being flirty with her and she’s completely oblivious to it. so ao’nung gets jealous and eventually just goes off on neteyam, they start fighting, it’s just a MESS. so while y/n is patching up ao’nung’s bruises, it just turns into a little comforting moment w/ reassurance and yeah (sorry if this is a lot, i tried to be as specific as possible😭)

Oblivious of my heart

Ao'nung x Fem Metkayina Reader

//Aw Thank you anon! I love when people love my fics. Dont worry i actually prefer a lot over too little! You did great

Ao'nung adored you. You knew that. Ever since the farthest of your memory could serve you.

And you adored him just as much

Truthfully it was a no brainer when he stake claim over being the one who would court you. But it still surprised you nonetheless.

It was nice to feel wanted and that's the life that you had known for the mean time.

Until the Sully's arrived.

At least that was what Ao'nung felt.

You were excited to finally have something new. Not that it wasn't an eventful life you lived. You taught the kids the basics with Tsireya, Went on hunting trips with Ao'nung and the rest of the hunters.

Or you helped the weavers as they taught you new things here and there.

and it had been not that long ago that Ronal sought that you also learned the ways of the Tsahik.

But it had grown a little boring. Same schedule same routine. You craved something different.

And that's when they showed up.

You were just as excited as Tsireya to help teach the Sully's. Though obviously you could tell what her reasoning was.

Without much thinking you went to help the girls with their things. Making eye contact with the eldest boy.

You giving him a smile as he returned it. But unaware to you his eyes lingered just a little longer that Ao'nung deemed okay.

You Followed behind them. Next to Ao'nung and Rotxo who were close behind you.

"im not all to happy with you dearest" You said not even turning to look at Ao'nung

"What?"

"You two no better than to make such crude remarks"

Ao'nung rolled his eyes as Rotxo nodded and apologized that you managed to somehow see that.

You handed over the bags that you had helped carry, The eldest taking it and looking at you with something in his eyes. Something Ao'nung held to you before you two became a pair.

"Thank you, Sorry i never got your name"

"Y/n. And you?"

"Im Neteyam. Nice to meet you"

You smiled Shaking his hand smiling at him. "I cant wait to teach you two"

"I cant wait to learn!"

The ever swinging tail that he had was overlooked by you. His growing smile and blush was as well. But Ao'nung saw, and the distaste he had for the sully's now had its target

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Now You found that you liked Neteyam's company. You did. He was kind always willing to help and really it was almost like having an elder brother.

However Neteyam took this time to get closer in other ways that you hadn't really thought off. He would steal you away for things that he wanted to 'learn'

You loved to teach the wonders of the Metkayina life.

During this time Ao'nung would often stalk you. And with good reason. He often heard Neteyam compliment you, Throw little jokes your way. He made you laugh. He was flirting.

"you are beautiful"

"Your eyes are stunning"

"you look great today"

And he wasnt gonna disagree with it either. You were everything and more. The Purest of fruits and the beauty that radiated out of many.

Today he decided to seek you out. No doubt around Neteyam as he wouldn't be far from you.

"I think i should like to know about you? What didn't you have anyone at home you miss? no girl? or guy?"

Neteyam laugh a little his gaze now turning to you. The softness was one he knew to well. That gentle feeling of adoration when he saw you. He knew too well

"No. I never found to like anyone like you"

You were by far too oblivious. He knew that. Often when he voiced that he didn't like Neteyam you would brush it off telling him that everything was fine. And all you did was smile

"im sure you could find many women here that like you! Im sure if you look they'll be willing to give you a shot"

"Would you?"

That was it. Ao'nung thought. He had enough of you doing nothing about it cause you liked to believe he wanted to be your friend. Ao'nung marched out to the shore and glared daggers at Neteyam.

"Ao'nung?"

"I think its time you back off"

"me?" Neteyam asked raising a brow as he couldnt believe his eyes. Every time he tried to talk to you more intimately Ao'nugn would steal you away. Anytime he wanted to ask you about where you two stood Ao'nung ruined it. And he had enough.

"Yes you!"

"Ao'nung!"

"You're the one always getting in the way!" Neteyam yelled back.

It happened honestly too quickly. You couldn't react quickly as you watched Ao'nung and Neteyam hit the ground hard. Punches being throw and you did your best of breaking them apart. But yelling to get any attention for help.

You heard the crunch of Ao'nung's nose being broke but saw the busted lip on Neteyam.

Rotxo and Lo'ak bless their soul had come to help you finally seperating the two fighting Na'vi's

"Stay Away From What's Mine! Or So help me"

"That's enough Ao'nung" You yelled looking over his wounds. You prayed for the patience to not twist his arm in two.

"She is mine! My Tsahik! My Mate Get it through your skull Forest boy"

You hit him again. Not caring for his injuries as you then turned to Neteyam. He didnt look as bad as Ao'nung but none the less still hurt.

Taking a small little bow from your medicine pouch you gave it to him. Excusing Ao'nung's actions too

"I'm so sorry for Ma Ao'nung! I swear he's never this way"

But when you spoke it really did solidify what Ao'nung had said. You were his. And he was stupid enough to believe or even see how he was also yours.

Bidding him a goodbye you left to go treat Ao'nung. No doubt about to have an earful from his mother too.

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"I pray for the strength that i myself dont break your nose some more" You said patching up Ao'nung here and there with the help if his mother.

Ronal had been quiet. She felt prideful that she didn't have to scold him. no Doubt you would get to him much more than herself.

"I mean what goes on in this tiny mind of yours to think it was a good idea to fight?"

"I told you many times, He keeps flirting with you its about time he learned a thing or two"

You sighed. Biting down your tongue as you looked at Ronal. "May we be left alone Tsahik?"

Oh this was juicy. She thought but she respected your wishes and left.

You two sat in silence for a while. You throwing on the paste harshly at his bruises and split open skin.

"Ao'nung"

"Dont be upset with me please" Ao'nung said. Now not being able to fight back the tears of frustration he held on for too long. " I cannot bare the thought of you finding someone better than me. Someone who is so deserving of all you are"

"Ao'nung no no!" You said now putting the bowl down and going to give him a tight squeeze. "what ever made you think that?"

"Every time i saw you with him. You seemed so much happier. Like an Atokirina floating blissfully within the world. Happy and light at your feet with him. And im afraid, Im terribly afraid you will leave me dearest"

You sighed. Kissing his temple laying him on your lap. Stroking his hair as you let him sob a bit.

"I cant wait to mate with you"

"what?"

"I can not wait to be your mate. To be one in the eyes of Eywa. I can not wait to be your muntxate. I cannot wait to have kids with you. Cant wait to be the Tsahik to your Olo'eyktan. I cannot wait to grow old with you. But you have to trust me that you make me the happiest"

Ao'nung and you sat there in silence for a second. The words sinking into ao'nung before you looked back to him.

"do you?"

"I do, Ma yawntutsyìp"

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//I hope you liked it Anon! Be sure if you got any more great ideas to send em my way! I love writing requests!!

#atwow imagines #ao'nung x reader #ao’nung x reader #aonung x reader #atwow #avatar the way of water #Requests #send me requests

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preciadosbass · 28 days

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22/8/24 [1X DIY, new pics of boris — draft from yesterday, as was on a schedule - key + significant photos at end]

woke up at half 10 and said goodmorning to boris. i was concerned as he’s almost always outside, especially in the morning, but today he was on the kitchen table. my parents said that it was due to how cold it is outside, but every night he goes outside in the freezing cold, sometimes meaning i avoid going out there. he also didn’t seem to happy about being fussed. so i left him some time to himself and had a snack while scrolling through my scenemo/saw based tiktok feed.

then my dad sat next to me and i get paranoid over something depressing coming up on my for you page whenever i’m around people, so i watched mikey way edits until 11. this is when boris crawled up onto ‘my’ sofa, then onto the radiator, and onto the windowsill to my side. he sat right next to this wooden egyptian cat statue we have and the photo is SO cute. the timing was so great like he looks like a bigger version of the statue. [photo at end] he soon left to go out the front and i made a photodump groupchat. i like when people try and make conversations with me about my day/DIYS so i added my aunt, my parents, my sister, and all three of my cousins. my aunt tends to speak about what she gets up to a lot/takes a ton of photos so i thought it’d be good to add her. id also like if other people photodump about their days. itll probably only be a thing for a week because whenever i text in grouchats they die.

after adding everyone and sending the photo collages of yesterday, i went to find boris, hoping he’d be more up for a cuddle. however, i couldn’t find him anywhere. i searched for quite a while until i went outside and looked around where the bins usually are like my dad suggested. i called him around that area and he came out from under dad’s car. he immediately followed me back inside the house and then wanted to come back out again. im not sure how come, he likes sunny weather. my parents told me i needed to do something so i stayed inside. i also don’t really know what to do about the whole boris thing because i told him last night id be with him all day but i can’t if he’s under my dads car, and we’re going away tomorrow so i need to make the most of being around him.

i sat on the sofa while my dad filled out forms. once he’d done, i watched diving education videos from 11:30 to 12:20 as next week i’m going diving with sharks!!! the videos were super confusing and i have absolutely no idea what was being said but they’ll go over it on the day and im still super excited. thankfully the crew are letting me wear a shirt over my wetsuit so nobody sees my figure so i won’t have to worry over that. i cant wait to be surrounded by marine life i love sharks so much AAAAA. i’m also really excited to write about the day/see the photos taken of me + my dad inside the tank. last year i did something similar where i had half of my body in with smaller sharks which is how we found out about this shark experience.

i went back into my room after watching 2/3 of the videos explaining hand signals/how to clear your ears/rules etc. i scrolled on emotok until 12:40 until i got dressed. i only got dressed so i could be outside with boris so i put on my never before worn linkin park shirt and very oversized black jeans. plus a checkered black + white studded belt, skeleton gloves, converse, and my jacket. i didn’t bother wearing any bracelets because that would be pointless. while getting ready, i listened to my korn ‘life is peachy’ cd. i only got through three songs before i went out to my garden at 1:17. i thought i might aswell at least practice getting on my skateboard so i did. id seen people throw down irl before [you know, when people go from holding their board to running, throwing it down, and jumping on.] so i had an idea of how to do that. i was able to do it really quickly, but to be fair, i watch skaters a lot and it’s the first thing you learn so it’s super easy to pick up. so to any skaters reading this, this sounds stupid i know. [photo at end, it’s awkward because i’m just about to get on]

anyway, im actually kind of scared to start skating properly. there are so many things considered poser behaviour that i would’ve thought are just default things you do. like what foot you push yourself with. i’m scared that if i get decent and go out, people will look down on me because i don’t balance on my board with my non dominant leg. i just don’t get it. i practiced for 20 minutes at then went round to the front of the house to be with boris. inconveniently, it started raining the second he came out from under my mum’s car. i sat right in the doorway so i could be out with boris and not ruin my phone and headphones with the rain, but he took it as an opportunity/signal to come inside. i gave him something to eat and then he went back outside again. i waited in my room for my sister to come down so i could show her me ‘skating.’

when she finally came down, boris decided to come round the back where i was skating. i was worried that i’d scare him but my sister said to do it quickly. i did end up scaring him and he ran up the stairs leading to the grass. i left him to calm down for 2ish minutes and then gave him two treats back round the front. he was fine with approaching me and wasn’t scared at all which is good. when something scary happens and its associated with a particular person, because of his half blindness - he gets wary over being around them. but i’m glad he felt content again so quickly. i was going to sit at the doorway again, but when i came back outside with my jacket, he was under my dads car. which means i have no way of being out there with him, with him knowing. and i want him to know i’m accompanying him.

so i went back inside, wrote a bit of this journal [while listening to chomp chomp attack! and senses fail. while i was skating i listened to two chiodos songs.], and then started packing for tomorrow. i’ve already been over this, but i feel like it’s easy to make assumptions if i don’t explain again. i’m not going abroad, im going to a holiday campus me and my immediate family go to every few years. we’re attending with me and my extended family and we’re staying for a week. i’m pretty sure the rest are leaving after a couple/3 days.

then at 2:40, i started to clean my room a bit. basically, i have one of those makeup case things, you know, the stacked up storage boxes with wheels? and it’s currently got barely anything in it and is just taking up space. so i decided to take every singular box off and fill each one with stuff that i want, but not in my room. as i also don’t want the case in my room. box one has old journals inside, box two is full with fidget toys and printed photos that aren’t meant for my wall, box three is also the home to more non wall suitable photos, and the bottom compartment just has random stuff shoved inside.

a lot of the photos in the boxes were originally found dotted around inside it, but i decided to organise them with my band photos and put them in this photo storage thing that has separate sheet slips where you can slide photos in. they’re supposed to be used for only one photo each side of the sheet, but i put most of the photos of each musician both sides instead. [photo at end, im conscious this makes no sense but i cant find the name of the photo storage box.] i finished at 3:20 because my parents came in and started shouting at me for cleaning my room.

i tried to explain i was only doing it the day before going away because i wanted to come back to things more organised than usual/it was previously cleaned a little by my mum and if i clean the whole room then my brain will avoid anything that could make it messy again. but they didn’t understand. i cried for ages because then they went on a rant about every other thing i’ve done in my life and they wouldn’t stop shaming me. i couldn’t process why in the moment because i’ve been being begged to clean my room properly since i moved into it [three years ago].

i got motivation to carry on 20 minutes later, put the storage case back together, and then started getting out everything from my bedside drawers. my top drawer has been all arts and crafts [my kandi beads, elastic, paint pens, paint, journals, scrap material, etc] since i last organised it. i put that onto my bed and started going through the other drawers. my second has a rectangular box full of random things i’ve collected over the years/and like and that was it. so i decided to switch things up. i took the box out and filled the drawer with stuff i use a lot. like paint pens, my collage journal, scraps for my journal, scissors, stuff to stick up photos with, pens, etc. [photo at end]

i then put that drawer ontop of all the others so it’s easily accessible from my bed. following on from that, i took the third drawer, put my random stuff box inside it, along with my old journals that i do want in my room. after putting that and the second drawer in [it’s now ordered in: collage drawer, arts and crafts drawer, random + journal drawer, and the drawer i’m just about to start filling up.] i put the photo storage box, bits of card, and things i’ve been collecting to go onto my wall into it. [painted cds, bigger posters, etc.] this took 40-50 minutes.

i went out to the kitchen to see boris at 5:30 and looked through some hair jordan + joe trohman tiktoks/pinterest posts. i did this until 6:20 and scrolled through bam margera/jackass edits until 7:20 when i had a nap. i had no intention of spending that long in my room, i told boris i’d be back out after 30 minutes once i’d napped. so when i woke up at 8, i felt really bad. so i went out with boris from 8-9:40 when my phone ran out. to be honest he was sleeping and didn’t really want to be stroked, but i still feel guilty for not accompanying him when i realised: oh wait, im supposed to be asleep. while i was with him, i did that thing where you organise your favourite album [covers] in the colour of the rainbow. [photo at end].

i wrote 6 paragraphs of this journal and then started two new can tab bracelets. the only difference with these two from the other i made last thursday, is the shape. its super annoying because i have only two-three more tabs to add until it can fit around my wrist — but as it’s made up of three different shapes, i’ve conveniently ran out of pepsi tabs when thats the type i need to add on each side to close it off. anyway, i cant wait until i can finish it. it looks funky with each tab being from a different can. [photo at end]

i went back into the kitchen to see boris but was only able to be with him for 5 minutes as i had to ask my parents questions about him. i started at 11 and ended 8 minutes before 12. we didn’t argue, but i was being rushed as tomorrow is super busy. i told boris what i could remember from yesterday and apologised again for scaring him while skating/going away tomorrow. i’m going to go into more detail/show him the pictures from yesterday in the morning as he sometimes gets scared by being shown screens in the dark. i finished at 12:50 and went to sleep at 1:50.

🗝️ — boris/my cat, questions about boris/i ask my parents questions about my cat to verify he's okay + will be okay in the morning. its a compulsive thing and i'm hopefully going to be tested for OCD in the future.

have a good day/night O_o

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moth-bytez · 2 months

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I want you to know I’m so excited for applemedia Week. Ive finished every drawing for it and have them scheduled <3 most of them are just silly sketches/memes w little effort, but I thought something is better than nothing. (“holy shit two cakes!!”) this ship has a lotta potential for angst but other people can do that. I’m more of a silly have fun kinda guy

anyway thank you for hosting this I’ve had so much fun already giggling at my silly drawings. have a fun day!! I can’t wait to see what everyone posts!!

AAAA IM SO HAPPY THAT YOURE GOING TO BE JOINING APPLEMEDIA WEEK!!! im so excited and cant wait to see what youve come up with!!!!!

ive never really thought of the angst potential w them?? ive been busy w preparing for the week and ive made them all silly and fluff so far 😭😭 id love to hear abt the angst though im intrigued!!!

aaaa again im so happy that you're joining and im really looking forward to your entries!!!! :333

#thanks for the ask!!!! :3 #applemedia week #EHEHEEHE IM SO EXCITED!!!!!!

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embersofhope-if · 1 year

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IM SOOO HYPEEEEE OMG!! I cant waiiit: okey, now my fanboying phase has ended, lets talk about the characters:

Me, an intelectual, reading about Ash: YES, YESS, YESSS… NO, NOO, NOOOOOOOOOO

Why? WHY? You have like cero reasons to put Ash in the character section to make us hope, and then, kill that hipe without hesitation, like, chill bro. CHILL We haven't even started the story, you don't have to make us cry yet

Me, someone without capacity of preservation reading about Creon: red flag? YAASS QUEEN slay, red has always been a color that has suited me 👁️🫦👁️ so i guess i have someone to simp in this story thanks! (you kill take away my healthy relationships? Okey, then the worst one must choose, i even dont know Ash, and yet i miss him :( my gay ass cant with so much angst) oh taht reminds me, I guess Mc can die, so, there will be Pov of our dearest when they see our death? Like, our family/Weaver/Creon? (And idk if we have someone else who worries about Mc HAHAHAA)

Weaver: Im SO curious about this character… i really don’t know what to say about them, but their concept can be soooo good and I really want to k ow more about them

Soren (daddy? Sorry, daddy? Sorry daddy? Sorry: This will be a complex character, or at least i think he will be, someone so stoic and a puppet of the Capitolio hated by his own people and yet so emotional about his child… uff, that makes me think one thing, why people choose mc to go and no their father? I mean, we are so hated? And if we are hated, is because our father or because we did things that makes the town so hateful towards Mc?

I mean, I guess choosing mc is a way to causing pain to the whole family, but if they don’t really hate Mc, or if Mc didn’t really make something to deserve all the hate, they could simply choose Soren to go, no?

Well, sorry for all the mumbling, im so hyped for this to come and well, I guess I got too excited, Do you have a schedule you want to follow or something like that? Thanks for your attention!! <3

yall are going to be so mad at me but i had originally planned for Ash to actually be alive and be Mcs lover back home, but then i decided that i wanted to make it sad and killed them. Oopsies🤭

The lack of faith you guys have in Mcs ability to win makes me laugh so much. They're not completely helpless guys they do have some skills. There will be other Povs throughout the story. Will they specifically be Mcs death? who knows (it's me I know)

And the people of District 8 couldn't vote Mcs Father into the games because hes over the age of 18. They're putting Mc in to hurt him and make sure he feels the pain and fear that they have all felt. Mc didn't do anything themselves to piss everyone off but they're the only one from the Vesper family who was young enough to actually participate in the games. If Mcs sister was still eligible they wouldve put her in too☝️

I don't have a schedule for this If rn I've been focused on writing chapter 2 for my other game. This one is more of a side project but I'm sure there will at least be a short demo out before the end of June. Or I could wait till July 4th and post it on reaping day😏

#thanks for the ask!#if you have any other ask feel free to send them in!#dont apologize for the rambling i like hearing everyones thoughts #soren vesper.#ash fairchild.#eldelosojosazulmar

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i-drew-artz · 1 year

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A Vent. (TW for Existential Shit)

Today i have decided to try and pick up My TF2 Sketch celebrating the new Summer 2023 update. But i cant.

Doing the lineart for these projects makes my physically upset. And i cry with fear thinking that i will have to post this for you guys to see. Every tutorial i watch just tells me to devlop a skill which will add more time to my art progress. Adapting to new methods of art because i didnt learn like that from the start.

Every single reblog, every time i cant add my own doodles below like a real artist should, or every event that happens where i cant draw something for it makes me hurt deep down inside. Every single action involving art where it isnt good enough makes me not want to do it.

One day i dream of writing a sucessful comic with great art and story, all written and illustrated by me with a supportive fanbase. But i fear that if i wait too long the world will have no need for that. Things will evolve and times will change and i may never get that. If it takes 7 years for me to get good at art i will Be 2030, i will be 22 and i will be 2 years behind my expected schedule. Those are the kind of numbers that make my head spin. What if illustrated story basedcomic work has become obsolete? what if the guidelines become so strict that writing it may not even be worth it anymore? What if my fanbase doesnt want to interact with me or doesnt get excited over every new published chapter.

What if my future is something i cant predict or comprehend?

What am i supposed to do. It could all crumble to peices and go outside my expectations because i wanst fast enough. I wasnt as fast as everyone else.

#tw vent #vent post #vent #existentialism

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SAMMMMMMMMM I CANTTTTTTTT !!!!! i read the protection blurb🥹🥹🥹 i’m literally about to cry they’re ADORABLEEEEE whew😮‍💨😮‍💨 i was cheesing sooooo hard the whole time I CANT BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY WROTE A BLURB YOURE AMAZINGGGG AHHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH

i saw your post apologizing for the next part of Most👀….yea i think ima stay away for a littleeee bit longer HAHAHAHA i hate lauren🙄 (idk her)

IM ACTUALLY GOING ON A TRIP !! in the first week of august im traveling to see my sister and some other family (only excited to see my sister tho lmao) and that’s gonna be fun hopefully. not quite sure how long i’m staying but whtvr (i take back what i said, i wanna binge-read Most on the plane and then stress out abt the posting from a different timezone)

i have a new song! (it’s actually old ((and a cover)) but who cares) “Dance Me to the End of Love” The Civil Wars has been on repeat omg. i actually have this whole montage in my head that plays when i hear it of a tv couple and one of them is dying and this is playing in the background while the scene goes from their happy flashbacks to the present AHHH HANDJEIE THATS SO SPECIFIC IDK BUT DO YOU GET IT ?

“You Are In Love” BY TAYLOR SWIFT IS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MACY AND ELLIOT CODED IM SCREAMINGGGGGG !!!! that’s always been one of my all time favorite taylor songs bc it’s just so lovey dovey so ofccc but i just heard it again after reading love & other words and holyyyyyy ugh i almost cried😭😭 i meannnn “one night, he wakes, strange look on his face, pauses then says, you’re my best friend, and you knew what it was, he is in love” AFHKJEAGFOUEHJFL AND THE WHOLE BRIDGE ??? ITS SO THEM anyway, im still completely in love with that story n i think of them a lot (im trying to persuade my sister to read it, she’s being difficult)

IT. HAS. BEEN. STORMING. FOREVER. i kid you not we spent WELL over a week where it was raining and gloomy and gray nonstop BUT IT WAS STILL HOT. its sunny again now though and i am living purely off of iced coffee LMAO

LOVE YOU SO MUCH HOWS IT GOING ??? HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING MWAH <333

~🎶

Of course! your inspo was such a good idea! I love to make Harry sound dramatic about safety and of course there's no better Harry than the one I wrote in Protection. 💕

That's awesome you're going on a trip and you get to see your sister! I'm sure that will be really happy and exciting. A no return date is so cool. I wish I could have that part of your life for sure 💕 My entire life is scheduled to the minute lol. I think by the time you are on the plane and in a different time zone you won't be stressing too much about Most hehehehe. I think most of the frustrating scenes and parts are all done (but we'll see what I come up with for the remaining parts)

What a beautiful song 😭 my favorite lyric is in the first verse "lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove" I TOTALLY see what you're saying about the TV montage. That's how I envision songs and see stories as well. Thank you for telling me about it! I have a couple songs I've also been listening to that are older. Go Solo - Tom Rosenthal, Where's My Love - SYML, and Acoustic - Billy Raffoul (the lyrics for this last one are a bit spicy but it sounds so innocent I didn't notice the lyrics when I first heard it on TV)

It's not a book for everyone! My sister didn't like it because she didn't like that she was engaged. Which I think makes me toxic because I didn't even CARE. I love Macy and Elliot. I think about them 20 times a day. Specifically the part where he calls her honey toward the end and consoles her. I'm a sucker for the comfort trope. But you're right, You Are In Love is about them.

It finally cooled down this past week (it's supposed to heat up again though). I'm doing well. This is the last week of summer school. Can't wait to be done with it. I read a trashy book this weekend and I'm hopeful I'll read another one this week. But I wrote Part 4, 5, and I'm working on 6 of Most so I've been doing literature things but I should be reading more. I need less screen time hahaha. I also watched Maxton Hall and I know it's probably a little young for me, but the enemies to lovers is my weakness.

There is nothing wrong with living off iced coffee 😉 Hope you have a good day! Do you have to pack a lot for an undetermined trip length? I think I would explode trying to pack for that 😭 how do you do it?

LOVE YOU! 💕

xoxo

#🎶#most

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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changes hurt | part 5.

Summary: (Y/N) has always been one of the stronger Alphas. Which is saying something when the Avengers is a team overrun with Alphas. A mission gone wrong changes her entire world and when everyone starts treating her different, she doesn’t know if she can cope. Change hurts and (Y/N)’s not sure it’s a pain she cant bear.

Warnings for the Series: strong language, angst, fluff, assault, a/b/o dynamics, sexual content (not sure if there will be smut or just talks, leaning more to just talks but since I don’t know, let’s just say 18+ readers only)

Pairing: Steve x black!reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The rest of the team piled into the dining room. Each person took a glance at the box and the syringes inside. Steve made Bruce tell them the same thing the scientist told him. Except Bruce lied and said he didn’t know what it was, thankful he made the smart decision to remove any labels from the vials. He offered to analyze it and report back later.

“What do you think it is?” Wanda asked.

“No clue but it shouldn’t take too long to find in the lab.”

“She has an injection mark,” Steve confessed. “Saw it the other night, her inner thighs all bruised in a single spot.”

You woke up feeling happy despite the fact that the night before was one of the most stressful ever. It didn’t matter. Steve’s scent was everywhere and that was good enough for you to wake up with a smile. You showered and changed, excited to wear a fresh pair of clothes for once. Steve’s scent was still there a little bit from the marking of your neck. It wouldn’t stay but you could now roam freely down to the kitchen for breakfast and wait for Bruce to give you your package.

Despite the smell of everyone in the dining room, you strolled downstairs confidently. No one responded to your good morning but it didn’t phase you much. You dug around the cabinets for the quick-ready coffee pod in the flavor you wanted.

“I got you a coffee.”

You turned to see Steve holding up the drink. Closing the cabinet, you strolled over and took the cup. Everyone was still standing even after you sat down at the table. After a second long sip, you looked at them.

“You all statues, now?”

“(Y/N),” Bucky started. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Little tired but great overall. Passed out last night and slept like the dead.”

“We’ve just been noticing you seem a little off.”

“Off?”

“Irritable and jittery all the time,” Tony filled in.

One by one they all started adding other things they noticed. You were irritable, moody, forgetful of things you normally had on a tight schedule. Not hanging out with them as much. Staying out way too late. Not letting the team know where you are when you did leave. Nat rolled her eyes and lifted the hidden box from the chair and slammed it on the table. She felt they all were dancing around it too much. Your eyes went wide.

“What the hell are these and why did you put them under Bruce’s name?” Nat asked, not even hiding the accusatory tone.

“That’s not mine.”

“Bullshit, your room number is on there.”

“It’s probably supposed to go to Bruce. The mix up was the address not the name.”

“Then why do you look like a deer in headlights? So what is it? Ketamine?”

“Judging by the viscosity, I’d say maybe MDMA,” Tony piped up.

“Are you guys accusing me of being on drugs?” You said, shocked.

Drugs were a serious offense in SHIELD. An agent risked their team on a mission if they were under the influence. Caught on drugs and an agent was forced to take mandatory leave until they cleaned up. The accusation pissed you off. The fact they would throw it around, if it got past the team it might cost you your spot. Getting mad wasn’t the smart idea but you couldn’t help it until it was too late. Just under your nose you could smell it. The Omega pheromones seeped out a little bit.

It was then you realized you hadn’t taken a suppressant either because it was the box Bruce was supposed to give you. The box that was currently sitting right in front of you. Steve’s scent was still masking it but the fact that you could smell it right under his was not a good sign. You squeezed the coffee cup tightly to the point it might fold in under the pressure in attempts to keep it under control. You only set the cup down once the coffee had spilled on your hand— you had heated it up by accident and burned a hole in the cup.

“Guys, I’m pretty sure (Y/N) isn’t taking anything not approved by Dr. Cho.” Sam tried to save you.

“I got hurt on the last mission, it’s no big deal. They’re just standard steroids till the muscle inflammations calm down. What is wrong with you all?”

You reached for the box and Bucky held it down with his metal hand making you snarl at him.

“You seem to be getting hurt a lot recently.”

“Bucky, let it go.”

“We’re looking out for you. This shit is serious, (Y/N).” He pulled the box back.

“I already told you guys. Give me my shit back!”

“(Y/N)!” Bucky yelled.

He wasn’t fully using an Alpha command but it was enough to make you have to bite back a whimper. Sam put a hand on the other man’s bicep to get him to chill while Bruce was attempting to quickly diffuse and get everyone to drop it— no one was listening to his explanation that the steroids made sense and it was an honest mix-up. You could really smell your scent now, Steve’s damn near gone. Panic was setting in. The tears in your eyes didn’t help your case but made it worse as the team was almost positive that the drug accusation was the truth. You reached for the box one more.

“Please just give it to me!” You half whined with the tears streaming in full effect.

“Stand. Down.” Steve commanded.

You wildly shook your head as the tears came down harder, knowing the damage was done. You sat back in your seat and didn’t look at any of them. All at once the team pulled a face at the sudden influx of a new Omega scent. Your head shook slightly as they all looked around in confusion. Steve recognized the scent immediately— the one he had been missing from the jacket.

“(Y/N)?” Steve asked gently.

You forced yourself to look at the entire team. It wasn’t the prettiest sight: your face was stained with tears, nose snotty, and you were sure that if you could turn red you would have been red all over. You tried to hold your head up but all the eyes on you weren’t making it too easy. There was a range of emotions on the team’s faces. You wiped your nose with the sleeve of your shirt, waiting for someone to say something. No one spoke, just stared. You shot out of your chair and ran up to your room, taking the stairs instead of the elevator and ignoring everyone’s shouts for you.

Your back was slumped against the door of your room and you cried even harder now having privacy. Downstairs, the team was wondering what was going on until Bruce finally confessed. They didn’t believe him until he came back with the real medical records that he had hidden in his nesting supplies. It was staring at them plain as day. Bruce said he was working on a reversal based off of the initial formula but it wasn’t looking promising at all. Steve walked away from the table.

“Where are you going?” Vision asked.

“To talk to (Y/N),” he answered like it was obvious.

“Steve,” Sam started but the man was already down the hall.

“Is she really an Omega now?” Nat asked.

“Well, partially. She’s coexisting as both for now technically. She still has her Alpha skills, memories, and the cells are there but they produce Omega DNA. That formula was meant to make a mutation of sorts. Eventually the old Alpha cells will die and the new ones produce Omega without having the mutation but as if they were always her original makeup. But yeah, she’s one of us now.” Bruce motioned to him and Wanda.

Steve knocked on your door to be greeted with no response. He could hear the sniffling and knew you were sitting right against it. He tried again to be met with the same response. More silence when he called your name. You felt a bang against the door as Steve slumped against it as well.

“Bruce explained the whole thing. I’m right outside the door when you’re ready. Alright, doll?”

He wasn’t sure how long he would be there but was prepared to wait all night. Few beats of silence passed. It wasn’t the most gentlemanly thing to do while you were in distress but he couldn’t help taking in your new scent that was all around. Your words from last night echoed in his head. He brought himself back to the present. Now was not the time to think about you and bonding, it wouldn’t be right. The door opened and he jumped up to his feet.

“Can I come into your space?” Steve asked.

He was already adjusted to your new status, asking to enter an Omega space instead of simply barging into an Alpha one like he would have in the past. You nodded your head slightly and stepped aside. Steve took off his shoes at the door and walked in. You closed the door behind him and just stood there with your hand still on the doorknob. Steve turned to look at you while you were looking anywhere but him.

You pointed to the couch and he walked over. Like last night, you got two drinks— plain water not any alcohol. Steve gently grabbed your foot and when you didn’t pull away he settled both of your feet in his lap. He watched you open your mouth to speak before closing it. The waterworks started again. He pulled your whole body into his lap and you let him. Steve just rubbed your back and you wanted to push him away but hold him close at the same time.

“Why’d you hide it?” he asked.

“Did you see the way you all looked at me? SHIELD agent or not, Avenger or not, we all know where Omegas fit on the hierarchy… already black and a woman, the Alpha thing was my one boost in life.”

Steve didn’t say anything because you were right. He had so easily accepted your new Omega status. The whole team did and they had only known for an hour or two. Your words made him look at you again realizing how quickly he reasoned that you were now weaker— he’d be lying if he said he could act like it wasn’t what they were all thinking. Sure you had powers like Wanda and sure Bruce could turn into a giant green monster but outside the battlefield all three of you were Omegas and nothing changed that fact. A knock on your door broke the quiet.

“It’s Nat.” The voice called out. “Can I enter your space?”

You looked up at Steve and shook your head, not able to handle another Alpha at the moment.

“She’s not ready, Natasha,” he called out.

“Alright. I’m in my room when you’re feeling better, (Y/N). Buck and Bruce won’t be there. I promise.”

Nat’s footsteps retreated and you relaxed against Steve once again. Steve on the other hand stiffened up. His super senses allowed him to smell Nat from across the space. Your new Omega scent had set all the Alphas off, even bonded ones. It had settled like a blanket at the dining room table that their ruts couldn’t help but to start whether it was time for them or not. He was resisting saying anything and tried not to move too much. He was especially trying to stop the growl in his throat at the thought of Nat coming into your space while she was also in a rut— it wasn’t working, you could feel the rumbling of his chest. You gently hit him.

“Stop it.”

“Hmm?” he looked down at you.

“Don’t hmm me, I can smell you… is it too much? Do you want to go find Sharon?”

You didn’t mean for your voice to sound pained when you said her name but it did anyway. Steve’s thumb traced your scent glands. Now that you had calmed down, he could smell himself on you once again. It was right, it all felt just right. He shook his head while tracing the area.

“Want you.” Steve blinked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to come out. Shit, sorry. I’ll leave.”

He started to move but stopped when your nose nudged his neck. Steve leaned back on the couch, getting comfortable again. He tilted his head back a little. Steve’s hand that rested on your thigh squeezed it tighter as you kissed the spot gently. You dropped your head back against him and he rested his chin on top of your head.

“I’m scared, Steve,” you whispered. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You don’t have to alone.”

You let him tilt your head back without any resistance. Steve’s lips found his target. He kissed the skin slow and sweet. The kisses turned into sucking, not caring— even relishing— at the thought of leaving a hickey. It would have you smelling like him for at least two days. And then he’d be back to mark the spot again a voice in the back of his head growled. He smiled against your neck as you moaned, a fresh wave of your scent flooding his nose. It spurred him on and he moved to the other side, wanting matching hickeys on you. You stiffened when you felt his teeth graze your skin.

“Wait, stop.”

You started to push him away. Steve pulled back, staring at his work before meeting your eyes.

“I’m not ready. I don’t want to bond yet, not as an Omega. Not yet.”

Steve moved to your lips instead. You kissed back and he moved you off of his lap to lay back on the couch. It felt just like the kiss that you two had after the Battle of New York. Your fingers wrapped up tightly around the fabric of his shirt. He reached between the two of you, grabbing your hands and pinning your wrists above you. Your gasp was swallowed by his mouth on yours. Steve started to grind down on you, only stopping when you both started to pant.

“Sorry. I’ve got to go, I need to take care of this.”

“You can find someone if you need to,” you said in a soft voice.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I can handle myself, I’ll manage.”

You nodded. “We aren’t together yet, not until I’m ready to submit. I don’t want to force you to hold back a rut, we all know it’s not as good without another person… just not Sharon?”

“Not Sharon.” He kissed your lips again. “I’ll find some Beta. I’m going to start taking suppressants, I’ll make the appointment with the doctor.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I should make my ruts safe to be with you. Shouldn’t run out every time just because we aren’t officially bonded… you like the sound of that?” he asked with a laugh.

The corners of your mouth had pulled up at the word bonded. You were still scared but it was somewhat easy to find yourself submitting to Steve. He got off of you.

“What are you going to do while I’m out? You shouldn’t hide in here.”

You sighed because he was right. The quickest way to accept your new lifestyle was to get yourself out in the world as the Omega you were. But you didn’t want to face the team either. You weren’t ready and not without Steve who would be busy solving his little problem.

“I think I’ll go to the Botanical Garden, maybe Sam might want to come.”

“Sounds like a good place to start.”

You pulled at your sleeve, looking at the tear stains and dried snot in disgust.

“I have to change,” you said with a groan.

You weren’t really feeling like changing again but you would be damned if you went out in that top. Steve started to unbutton his shirt until he was in just the t-shirt underneath. He handed it to you as you gave him a side-eye.

“You’re getting a little attached, Rogers.”

He pulled you back into his lap, hands squeezing your waist while his fingers drummed against your body. He buried his nose back in the crook of your neck before kissing the spot some more.

“Can’t help it,” he mumbled between the kisses. “All those other Alphas need to know they can’t have you. Got a promise that you’re going to be mine, my Omega.”

Your heart thumped at him calling you by the dynamic and your mind screamed at him for daring to call you that. Steve finally relented on the kisses. You set the shirt down between you two and went to grab the bottom of the one you were wearing.

“Don’t look, freaking perv.”

He chuckled and shut his eyes tightly. You poked his eye and he scrunched his face up but didn’t open them. You took off your dirtied shirt and changed into Steve’s.

“You can look now.”

Steve opened his eyes, growling at the sight of you buttoning up the last few buttons. A glimpse of your bra could be seen. His hips bucked up once causing you to gasp and place your hands on his chest.

“You did that on purpose, tease. Are you trying to make my rut bad?”

You smiled and kissed him. It was a small peck. You weren’t trying to get your smell all over him when he was going to be out looking for someone. Hopping off of him, you went upstairs to grab your bag and text Sam to meet you in the lobby of the building. Steve fought the urge to pull you back to him and just stay with you even if that meant having to fix his rut by himself later. You came back downstairs and he got up to follow you out. When you entered the elevator, he turned to face you. Steve grabbed the sides of your face in both hands and kissed you again.

“Thank you for letting me into your space. And being your Alpha.”

Your eyes fluttered close at his words. Roseanne looked up from the desk where she had been talking to Sam. Their mouths almost dropped open at the two of you standing in front of her. You were a little more reserved with the new status being so open but Steve was beaming. He drummed his hands on the desk.

“Rose, any more of my jackets hidden?”

She nodded and reached out to reveal an armful of outwear. He picked up two of them, sniffing them both and handing the one with the lesser scent to you. You were already swimming in his scent, the jacket was just extra because he was feeling boastful. He needed his jacket to cover up whatever smell from your kisses might have been on him.

“You building a little nest back there?” He asked with a chuckle as he handed the jacket to you. “Take care of her, Sam. You two have fun.”

He pecked you on the cheek and left without another word. Sam pulled back the collar of your shirt and he and Roseanne sucked their teeth at the two obvious hickeys on either side of your neck. Your face felt hot as they kept looking.

“He’s not my Alpha… yet.”

“Damn, under 24 hours and Cap already laid a claim. You ready to go?”

You hooked your arm through Sam’s and the two of you left to go on your little outing.

(Part 6)...

#alpha!steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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girlsluvbot · 3 years

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If I were you, I would just love me [⅓]

pairing: roseanne park × idol! reader

genre: fluff, mainly angst

about: Sometimes reality comes crashing down on you. Other times reality simply waits, patiently, for you to run out of the energy it takes to deny it.

a/n: This is part one of three, so there's more to come... wink wink. This fic is also mildly inspired by the book "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo" (it's not an au or anything, I just borrowed some plot elements)

You're already packing your things and preparing to leave the meeting room when your phone buzzes with an incoming text message.

Chanmin (Manager): look what mina sent me haha

who knew one of the new yg girl likes ballads 🤣

[link]

Furrowing your eyebrows, you sit back on the office chair and open the YouTube link your manager forwarded to you. You bite your thumbnail while waiting for the video to load, nervous suddenly. One of the new YG girls? You can only guess he's talking about a BLACKPINK member, considering the fact they were the newest girl group that debuted at the company.

The clip finally loads, and your heart skips a beat at the image. It's a short video from a recent episode of Running Men, with BLACKPINK making their first ever appearance as rookies.

The title reads, BLACKPINK Rosé admits she is the biggest fan of Sm Entertainment's Y/N L/N!

And sure enough, Rosé goes on to ramble about your most recent album and her favorite songs, even mentioning your upcoming drama, for almost three minutes straight.

"Ah, if there's one soloist I really wish to collaborate with, it's her," her eyes wide with excitement, "Even though she only debuted recently it really feels like she knows what she’s doing. I really respect her.."

Everyone in the room awww's and oooh's as Rosé cover her face with a giggle. The MC points at the camera and suggests: "Is there anything you'd like to tell her; in case she’s watching?"

"Y/N -unnie! Oh, I hope you're not actually watching this, I'm really embarrassed now..." she looks around the room as everyone erupts into laughter once again, "But-- yeah, I'm really looking forward to your next album and... I'll listen to it a lot when it comes! Just like I always do!"

The MC and her members all clap while still laughing, as the clip ends, and the conversation naturally flows to a different topic.

You only realize you're smiling once you hear the door open and see an intern walk in. "Ah, Ms. L/N, you're still here? Mina is already in the car waiting for you outside." she pauses once she catches a glance of your face, "Are you okay? You seem a lot cheerier than before."

Grabbing your things, you politely wave her off before heading for the door. "Oh, it's nothing. Everything is just fine."

You and Rosé immediately hit it off-- after you get in touch with her using the phone number another idol in your agency gave you and arrange a few meetups, it feels as if you've known each other for ages.

She's so easygoing and easy to talk to that you never struggle to find topics for discussion. This, however, often gets out of control when you stay up until early morning hours to text each other despite having busy schedules the next day. Even now, sitting on a chair in the hairstylists trailer on the set of your drama, you find yourself typing replies to her endless text messages.

R: oh my god yes

: that's what i said as well but no one agreed with me!!!

: we have to eat it together pleaseeee i need to have it with someone who shares my superior taste 🙄 lisa cant relate

Y/N: haha yes we do!!

: tteokbokki is literally my comfort food i dont understand how some ppl dont like it...

R: what about tonight?

: :)

: at my place?

Y/N: i finish pretty late tonight :(( I dont want you to have to stay up for me

R: no its okay I'll wait

: you can stay overnight

: if you want?

Y/N: are you sure?

R: yes 100%

Y/N: haha okay then i'll be there

"Close your eyes please," your hairstylist interrupts your train if thought as she shakes a bottle of finishing spray, ready to send you off for filming. You do as you're told, but your mind is stuck elsewhere. This would be the first time you'd get to see Rosé's apartment, and you were rather curious.

"Okay, you're all done." she runs a comb through your hair one last time, "come back at 1 PM please, I need to re-do your hair for the lake scene. Okay?"

You nod, getting out of the seat and mindlessly grabbing your script from the vanity. Throughout filming and the remainder of the day, your thoughts are scatter all over but always manage to circle back to a certain someone, no matter how much you try to focus on your role.

"And... Cut! Everyone pack up for the day." the director shouts and the dimmed set is immediately lit up by halogen lights. You squint your eyes and politely smile at your co-star, pulling away from his embrace. The romantic scene you were currently shooting involved your characters sitting on a picnic blanket, watching shooting starts.

You didn’t mind shooting intimate scenes, but this time you felt detached from your character no matter how much you tried to focus. You could barely look into your co-stars eyes without zoning out—it was almost embarrassing.

You know your performance today wasn't the best, and it seem the director noticed as well: "Y/N? Can I talk to you for a second?"

You waddle along to his seat behind the camera, while putting on a robe cover-up one of the interns handed to you. "Yes?"

"I just wanted to check in to make sure you're okay. You seem really distracted today,"

"Ah," you nod, "I think it's just the exhaustion getting to me. I'll snap out of it over the weekend, I promise."

He purses his lips, as if he was trying to make himself believe you, "I trust you and I know you’re a great actress, but please make sure to focus on your work only while on set, okay?"

Once you nod, he continues: "Great, now go home and rest. I'll see you Monday."

You quickly get changed and pack all your things, not bothering to take off your makeup. You grab your phone to call an Uber, only pausing to check the time. 23:16.

For a moment you consider just going home instead. Was Rosé even still awake? Maybe the whole thing would be awkward and uncomfortable and weird...

Before you can think any further, a new message pops up on the top of your screen.

R: are we still on for dinner tonight? :)

You bite your lip and type up a reply.

Y/N: yes i'm on my way :)

R: i'll be waiting! x

Rosé buzzes you in her apartment building and tells you to go to the third floor. Her front door swings open before you even have time to knock, "Y/N!" she pulls you into a hug with the biggest grin on her face.

"How was filming?" the heavy wooden door closes after you two and its only now that you realize you're in her apartment --her private and sacred space-- for the first time ever. It's big and airy, with dark wooden floors and cream colored walls, with plant pots hanging from the ceiling and nestled in every corner.

"Your home is gorgeous." you cant stop looking around as she leads you down the hallway.

You can sense she’s blushing without even having to look at her face, "Ah, thank you. It's good to have my own place for once."

When you finally reach the joint kitchen and living room, she points to the luxurious looking sofa, nudging you to sit down: "So, I know I said we could cook tteokbokki together but I thought you might be too tired, since you had a busy day of filming."

You open your mouth to reassure her that it's okay and you don't mind, when she turns around, holding two bowls.

"I thought it would be easier if I just made it myself," Rosé startles when she sees your face, "Gosh, I hope you're not angry... Y/N, I promise I'm a good cook!"

You shake your head and laugh, taking one of the bowls from her hand.

"No no no Rosie, I'm not angry. I-" you glance at her, "You're too nice to me."

Rosé sits on the couch next to you and lightly puts her hand on your shoulder, "You deserve for everyone to be at least as nice to you as I am."

Suddenly overly aware of the closeness of your bodies and the warmth of her hand on your skin, you swallow dryly. "Yeah."

Her gaze slips from your eyes down below and your breath hitches in your throat. The room is deadly silent, her perfume sweet and her hair frames her face like a painting.

Suddenly a jolt of pain jolts you awake, and you pull away, your skin burning. Rosé pulls away, just as surprised as you are.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” She gasps when she notices the fresh stain on your blouse, sauce still dripping over the brim of her bowl and onto the floor.

“Ugh, I’m such a klutz,” Rosé stands up and reaches for a box of tissues on the toffee table. After wiping the floor, she grabs the dirty bowl and swiftly slips out of the room. She returns soon after, with a wet towel in her hand.

“Ah, no that’s okay,” you start putting your palms up to stop her, “Please don’t worry about it.”

Rosie shakes her head: “Nonsense, this is all my fault. Let me help you.”

You realize there’s no point in arguing and so you let her press the damp towel onto the fabric of your top. She’s so close you can feel the warmth of her beath brush against your neck, her fingers brushing against your collarbone as she gently wipes the fabric.

You notice that she furrows her brows and bites her bottom lip when focused on a task. Why do I know that? Stop staring at her so profusely, you think and force yourself to turn away and glare at the vase of flowers on her TV stand instead. Who got her those? Did she buy them themselves or were they a gift from someone? A boyfriend? Or a..

Before you let yourself wonder any further, Rosé puts her hand on your thigh for support and stands up from the floor. “I did my best but I think it would be better to put it in the laundry right now while it’s still wet. You can change into one of my shirts in the meantime, if you’d like?”

You nod, “I would really appreciate that, if it’s not too much of a bother.”

Rosé playfully rolls her eyes and pulls you up from the couch, “Come on, I’ll show you my closet. And you don’t have to be so formal with me all the time, we’re friends aren’t we?”

She guides you to the other side of the apartment and towards her bedroom. You feel shy all of a sudden, realizing that you’re entering even further into her private space.

Her bedroom is decorated in shades of gray and smells of coconut air freshener. Rosé has you sit at the edge of her bed while she searches through her closet. You carefully lean against the freshly washed bedsheets and look around the room. You see pictures of her and her members framed on her vanity and hung all around the walls. You notice a collection of vinyl records on one of the shelves, alongside a few copies of your albums. You feel oddly flattered, She really wasn’t lying when she said she was a fan, huh?

“Here you go,” she smiles while handing you a folded shirt, “This should do for now. I’ll put your blouse in the laundry and make sure the tteokbokki it doesn’t leave a permanent stain.”

It takes you a second to realize that she’s expecting you to change right here and now, in front of her. You feel stupid asking her to leave her own bedroom so you could change, so you bite down your timidness and reach for the buttons on the shirt. Only after you unbutton the first three does Rosé inhale sharply and turn around, heat rising in her cheeks. She pointlessly shuffles through a drawer in her vanity, pretending to look for something. You quickly slip on the t-shirt she gave you (oversized with a band graphic on the front) and hand her the blouse: “Thank you so much, Rosie. You really don’t have to do this.”

Rosé finally turns around, her eyes soft when they meet yours, “Yes I do.”

You show up to work next week just like you did all the previous months of filming, but your hearts not really in it. For the first time in almost your entire career, you struggle to connect with your character, either forget your lines or can’t deliver them properly. After the third failed retake of the same scene, the director yells “Cut!” and you grab your robe from one of the interns with a bit too much vigor before hurrying to your trailer.

Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you? you scold yourself as you pace around the room. Failure, or even mediocrity, are things you weren’t familiar with. You always excelled at everything you tried from the get-go in an almost effortless manner. What were you doing wrong?

You pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to figure out what it was that had been throwing you off your game recently, what sort of distraction has been on your mind so much that you couldn’t manage to focus on anything else…

There it was, the answer, as bright as day. Rosé. Somehow, you found it increasingly difficult to forget her laugh, mannerisms, the warmth of her skin against yours. You couldn’t even take the blouse you washed at her apartment from the bottom of your drawer—it smelled so much like her it became almost unbearable.

You swallow dryly at the realization. Whatever these... feelings you were experiencing meant, they weren’t doing you any good and only posed a threat to your career: which has always been something you valued over anything else. I’ll get over this. I need to get over this.

Taking a deep breath to center yourself, you walk back on set and towards the directors chair.

“Y/N?” he looks up from the pile of documents he’s reading through, surprised at the amount of determination written on your face, “Is everything okay?”

“I’m ready to do the scene again,” you tell him, “Properly this time.”

He hesitates, “Are you sure? I don’t mind if you need some more time to run over the lines or—”

“No,” giving him your most convincing smile, you gently shake your head. “I’m all ready.”

You know you did a good-enough job of faking confidence when he reciprocates your grin and calls for the staff to prepare the set again: you were an actress after all.

The next few days pass by in a blur. You manage to block out everything and solely focus on your role—pushing to film long after the director suggests to take a break or going over the script until early morning hours. You even try out a few of the things he suggested when you first started filming, such as spending more time outside of work with your co-star Eunwoo to “improve your chemistry on-screen”.

Eunwoo was conventionally attractive and a fan favorite, you knew that, but you still found yourself struggling trying to replicate any sort of organic attraction to him on set. But who’s to say a few friendly hang outs can’t fix that? You two arranged to go out for dinner a few times after work, dates which you can’t say you didn’t enjoy, but which arguably didn’t do much to improve your chemistry or make you want to rip his clothes off.

Additionally, you had to ignore the articles that popped up in all local tabloids the morning after every single one of your dinners. “Co-stars from an upcoming romantic drama, Y/N L/N and Cha Eunwoo, seen at a romantic dinner late last night—maybe art truly imitates life after all?”

Seeing another one of these pop up on your news feed made your stomach twist every day, but when Eunwoo asked to see another movie tomorrow night, you didn’t refuse.

You couldn’t let yourself think about the reason why you threw yourself into work so completely, what, or who, made you fill your schedule with appointments and meetings in an effort to keep your mind busy enough to push her to the brim. You had been ignoring Rosé’s messages and not returning her calls for at least a week now, and every time you saw her face plastered on a magazine or billboard, you felt your heart sink further into your chest.

It was a Saturday morning when, one of your few days off in a while, when you woke up to the sound of your phone ringing on your nightstand. Barely pulling the sleeping mask off your face, you grabbed the device and picked up without bothering to read the callers ID. “Yes?”

“Y/N?” the sound of the voice on the other side of the line gave you goosebumps, “It’s Rosie.”

“I know,” your morning voice is still raspy, but you feel more awake than ever, “Are you okay? What happened? Why are you calling so early?”

“Early? It’s 10:30 AM… were you still asleep?” you can almost hear the smile forming on her lips.

“No! No, I wasn’t,” you sit up from your bed and walk around the room, too nervous to stay still, “So what’s up?”

“Oh, right. I have a lunch reservation for 1 PM and Lisa cancelled on me so I was wondering if you’d like to join. I would have texted instead of calling but…” you had been ignoring me like the plague, her voice trails off with the words left unsaid hanging between you two.

You try to come up with an excuse on the spot, your brain still not fully awake and functioning. “When did you say it was for? 13:00?”

“Yes,” her voice is soft and quiet, almost shy. After pondering on the thought for a moment too long, you sigh: “I’ll be there—just text me the address.

After overthinking what to wear, how to style your hair and which lipstick shade matches your skin tint better for hours to no end, you finally arrive at the restaurant Rosé suggested. You walk through the café into the back garden, the black sunglasses sitting at the bottom of your nose bridge doing very little to conceal your identity. You find Rosé sitting at a table for two positioned under a cherry blossom tree. The summer dress she’s wearing makes her look even more breathtaking than usual and her newly bleached hair shines like a halo in the sunlight. You feel a tug in your chest and seriously contemplate just turning around and going home when she spots you walk in and waves you over to the table.

“Hi, sorry I’m a bit late.” you begin to apologize as she pulls you into a hug, the scent of her perfume you tried so hard to forget hits you like a brick.

Rosie just shakes her head and smiles, ever so forgiving. Both of you order a meal and a drink and then she goes on about her newest project. She mentions how excited she is for your drama and how you and Eunwoo make such a lovely couple (a statement that makes you choke on your lemonade, but which you decide not to disprove, for whatever reason).

You only chirp in when she directly asks you a question, otherwise concentrating all of your energy on not gawking at her like a creep for minutes at a time—a task which you find increasingly more difficult. Instead, you make yourself look around the restaurant, take a sip of your drink and a bite of your food every now and then, all while ignoring the heat in your cheeks and your uneven heartbeat.

Somehow, you manage to get through the lunch without any casualties and insist on paying for Rosé’s meal.

“Let me just ask my manager to come pick me up,” she grabs her phone and starts typing a text message.

Feeling bad for being such bad company throughout the meal, you force yourself to offer her a ride, “I could just drive you; my car is parked out front.”

She looks absolutely delighted, but only agrees after you’ve reassured her that its “absolutely no bother” about a million times.

If you found the lunch a bit uncomfortable, then the drive home is absolutely unbearable.

You both stay silent the whole time, and the radio playing quietly in the background does very little to break up toe awkward atmosphere.

It is only after you stop in front of her apartment building that Rosé turns to you, her face drained of any color whatsoever. “Y/N, I wasn’t going to say anything but… I’m not sure what I did wrong, but I understand that you’re upset with me. I—you’re one of my closest friends and I know it’s a bit ridiculous because we only met a few months ago...” she takes a deep breath and looks up, her eyes glossy with tears, “What I’m trying to say is, I really care about you. More than I’ve cared about anyone before. I don’t want to lose you so if I did something to upset you then please tell me. If you don’t want to be friends with me anymore, I understand and I’ll just..”

Your heart breaks as you watch her hands shake and eyes pool with tears. All this time you only thought about what would be best for you and what would make you the most comfortable—and for the meantime, that meant shoving your feelings deep inside instead of facing them head-on. It’s only now that you realize that’s how people get hurt: people you weren’t willing to hurt in order to stay blissfully ignorant.

“I’m not dating Eunwoo.” you cut in.

Rosé stares at you, taken aback, “You’re not? But why did you—”

“I just didn’t really want to delve into that.” You fiddle with your bracelet nervously.

“So you don’t like him? At all?”

You swallow dryly and shake your head: “No. I never liked him like that. I don’t… I don’t think I’m capable of liking anyone like him in that way.”

Her mouth hangs open as she stiffens in her seat, “Y/N..”

Without letting yourself think too much about your actions or their consequences, you reach over the center console and kiss her. Her lips are soft and taste faintly of champagne. Your mind feels perfectly clear for the first time in weeks—and yet the only thing you can manage to think about is Rosé. Her lips on yours, the scent of her perfume that still doesn’t fail to make you feel dizzy and the fact that she’s kissing you back.

Rosé puts her hands on your cheeks to pull you closer, the feeling of her skin sending shivers down your spine. She only phe pulls away at the sound of her phone ringing with an incoming call, her lipstick all messed up.

“Eunwoo is definitely out of the picture?” she smiles sheepishly.

You giggle, grabbing a tissue from your purse to fix her makeup, “He was never in it to begin with.”

She declines the call before putting her hand on the door handle, “That was my manager—I really have to go now but I’ll call you later?”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Rosé gives you a quick peck on the lips before slipping out the car. You watch her turn around when she reaches her front door, waving at you wildly as she disappears inside. And now, the heavy feeling in your chest returns, but for a completely different reason.

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the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual · 3 years

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The Cat Owns You Part 1

CW: posessive behavior

Pairing: Sub!Choi Soobin x Dom!Catgirl reader

Idea: Cats are kind of assholes. Bossy, destructive, self centered and temperamental but loveable nonetheless. Almost anyone who has a cat will tell you sometimes it feels like the cat owns you.

A/N: this is part 1 to this story so its sfw, I'm just using this part to establish the story before the extremely smutty next chapter which will also be out this week. i hope you enjoy❤

Shortly after moving out of the TXT dorms Soobin realized that he had gotten used to living with other people. While being alone wasn't unbearable it wasn't exactly comfortable either. he realized that he enjoyed the feeling of coming home and having someone there for him. Someone to talk to after a long day or to hang out with when he didn't want to leave the security of his own home or even simply having the presence of another person, their warmth, their scent, the sounds of them living life. So as he sat alone at his dining room table surrounded by empty chairs clutching his phone and devising a plan on how to subtly ask one of his members to stay over a few days and possibly move in, a thought dawned on him. How would it look to everyone if the big strong levelheaded leader of one of the biggest current kpop groups came begging his youngers to keep him company and cut the silence of his lonely new apartment? He would look weak, like a codependent child and unfit to lead, he couldn't possibly portray himself that way to anyone. Not the public, his fans, his labelmates, his superiors who he begged to move out on his own and definitely not his bandmates who he left at their dorm in favor of his new apartment. So he stood from his place at the table and took his jacket from its place as the only one on the coatrack, slipping it on and leaving the apartment. he opted to take a walk in hopes of temporarily escaping the deafening silence and spine chilling still of his lonely apartment. at least being outside would give him the comfort of being in the presence of others. soon what was originally supposed to be a short 10 minute walk around the neighborhood turned into an hour long expedition around the city, there was a slight burn in his long legs from walking aimlessly around the city for an hour however he barley noticed being too distracted by the comfort of the city around him buzzing and full of life, a stark contrast to the apartment that he was would soon regretfully return to. The apartment where nothing but the sound of his thoughts awaited him. Before heading home he decided to grab something to eat for dinner he decided on something light to eat approaching a small yet slightly busy looking café. he slightly ducked to better cross the threshold into the café before being warmly greeted by a bubbly waitress. “hello there sir! do you have a reservation?” she asked with a smile and a slightly raised voice ensuring that he caught her words “reservation?” he replied his deep voice equally as friendly but laced with confusion “for a café?” The waitress replied with a light laugh “oh you must be new, see this is not a regular café” she stated. Just before he could inquire about what she meant he felt something brush against his leg. He quickly looked down slightly startled meeting the bright green eyes of a small beautiful fluffy black cat. “you see sir this is a hybrid cat café. Its a place where people in the market for a hybrid can make a reservation to spend time with our hybrid cat breeds and hopefully adopt one” she stated. just then he looked around and sure enough there were about a dozen cats, some roaming around and others interacting with customers. he also realized that all of the waitresses had cat ears ranging in colors and fur lengths perched atop their heads as well as matching tails lively swinging behind them. Soobin had always wanted a pet however due to his busy schedule it was out of the question, but a hybrid can function as a pet that can survive on its own. a pet that can keep him company in his apartment and still take care of itself during his promotions. It was a perfect solution. Just then another waitress walked up the look in her eyes signaling that she recognized him. She lightly tapped the other waitress before they began to whisper among themselves. While Soobin waited for them to finish their conversation so he could hopefully make a reservation he bent down to look at the black cat resting by his feet. A truly adorable kitten you were with your smooth, shiny, soft black fur and wide yet piercing green eyes. Just as he was reaching to pet you the waitresses concluded their hushed conversation, turning their attention to him. “well sir you are in luck, someone just canceled their reservation so if you would like we can put you in their slot” one waitress said with a smile while the other stood behind her looking excited but shy. “But before we take you to your seat my friend here would like your autograph, she's a bit shy however she is a huge fan of your group” she asked politely and Soobin obliged feeling like its the least he could do for the kind waitress. they direct him to a seat in the back corner of the café all the while you follow closely behind him, as he gets comfortable in his seat you hop up gracefully landing directly in the middle of his lap before situating yourself and laying down. He chuckles to himself before petting you lightly with one hand and skimming through the menu with the other. You begin to purr as you nuzzle into his warm touch relaxing until the waitress walks up taking his order. her presence making you slightly more alert but still relaxed she doesn't notice that you've claimed him taking shelter atop his lap under the table so she asks if he would like to meet some of the other cats up for adoption at the café. Before he gets the chance to answer you hiss lightly biting his fingertips as a warning that he better not even think about it. he moves his hand and you hop onto he table in front of him shooting him a pointed look. almost as if he understands what you're trying to say he politely declines “oh no thanks I'm pretty good here with this one, we seem to have a connection”. the waitress gives him a surprised look before speaking again “really? That's (Y/N), she's been here a while and hardly ever interacts with any customers.” She then leaves to put in soobins order and you return to your place on his lap. he begins talking to you letting basic information about himself and his life slip past those full pink lips of his. hopefully he adopts you so you can transform into your human form. see hybrids up for adoption are only supposed to stay in their animal forms when in places like adoption centers or cafes because its easier to care for a dozen cats then it is to care for a dozen humans. the waitresses are hybrids who have been adopted from this establishment and came back to work and care for their hybrid friends ensuring that the get adopted into good homes. if he adopts you then once you reach your new home you will be able to live in human form. While soobin continues talking to your cat form and you meow out responses as if he can actually understand you, you are interrupted again. this time by another cat form hybrid trying to move in and take him from you. Why cant they understand that he belongs to you? Why do they insist on trying to mark your soobin as their own? Cant they see that you chose him first? You cant wait until you guys get home and you can use your human form to mark his body with yours. maybe then they'll understand that he belongs to you. then soobin decides to be a brat and try to pet her. who does he think he is? what a bad boy! once you’re human again you'll be sure to punish him for doing such a thing. hopefully a nice punishment will ensure that your pe...owner never behaves this way again. before he touches her you pounce attacking the other cat growling and hissing threats. it was not enough to truly injure her but served as a warning to stay away from your property...owner. after that incident soobin decides to flag down a waitress and ask to get his food to go. the waitress quickly brings out his order in to go boxes and has a small stack of papers for him. “so do you think you'll be adopting a cat tonight” he looks down at you giving your best pleading eyes and in an impromptu decision he signs the papers. Now he officially belongs to you. he pays his bill before being handed a temporary cat carrier as you get comfortable preparing for the journey to your new home.

#hybrid #catgirl #choi soobin #soobin x reader #soobin x you #sub!idol #sub!txt #dom!reader

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rosepetalgold · 3 years

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indigo skies above us (smile down upon us)

Summary: After the rest of the group bails on an evening out, Roman and Logan set off to find something to do and quickly find themselves in the middle of a night they won’t soon forget.

Relationships: Logince

Warnings: Brief sexual language courtesy of Remus

Word count: 5879

Notes: Day 4 of Logince Week 2022 for the free day slot. Takes place during spring semester of junior year (3rd year) of college. Remus uses xe/xem/xyr pronouns; Janus uses they/he/she pronouns; all other sides use he/him pronouns at this point.

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Shades of Blue and Red

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Roman had a good feeling about tonight. He couldn’t describe it other than that, really, just that there was something else fluttering in his chest beyond the usual excitement of an evening out with his friends. He might call it a sense of destiny, if he was feeling particularly fanciful and didn’t mind being immediately teased by everyone except Patton.

Nights out with the whole group had become much rarer now that they were all juniors and busy with higher-level courses, and this particular evening had been planned well in advance, the date painstakingly set around exams and work schedules and theater practices and everything else they had going on.

So of course, given Roman’s good mood and the scheduling gymnastics it had taken to arrange this outing, fate had seen fit to intervene.

Patton had dropped out first that afternoon with a text to the group chat, over-apologizing for not feeling well and insisting that everyone else go out without him. Virgil had done the same about an hour before they were supposed to meet, albeit with a much less emotional text, having been called in to cover a shift at his job since half the other student workers were out with the same cold Patton had.

It was down to four of them, then, and Roman had a sneaking suspicion – scratch that, a raging certainty – that he and Logan were going to feel like third wheels to Janus and Remus. But it felt like forever since he’d gotten to go out with his friends, even if they were down two members of the group, so Roman was still in good spirits.

He shifts his weight between his feet where he’s waiting at their regular meet-up spot just off campus, fiddling the zipper of his jacket up and down and up again just to have something to do with his hands. He’s actually gotten here early for once, thanks to a plethora of reminders on his phone, too excited about the night to risk losing track of time and being late like he normally was, and now he has nothing else to do while he waits for the others.

His phone chimes and he digs it out of his pocket to see a text from Remus:

trash rat man: sry bro cant come arson beckons

Roman huffs, typing out a quick reply.

Princey: you suck

Then, because he isn’t entirely sure if Remus is joking or not,

Princey: please don’t get arrested, I don’t have the money to bail you out

Remus just shoots back a string of grinning emojis that don’t do a single thing to assuage Roman’s apprehension.

trash rat man: yes i do suck and im excellent at it

trash rat man: just ask jan

trash rat man: u wish u could suck like me

Roman gags aloud at that mental image, sure to fuel his nightmares for weeks. He did not need to hear about his brother’s sex life. He’d been unfortunate to witness it plenty before he’d finally had enough and instituted a non-negotiable No Sex rule in their suite.

“Is everything okay?”

He glances up to find that Logan has appeared in front of him and is casting him a questionable look.

“Remus just bailed,” Roman informs him, shoving his phone back into his pocket. “And that means Janus is out too, since those two are practically joined at the hip.”

“So it’s just … you and me?”

There’s something off in Logan’s voice, an undertone to it that Roman can’t quite read, but he doubts it’s anything good, and his stomach twists. Of course Logan wouldn’t want to hang out with just him, of course he has better things to do with his time. He tries his best to keep the disappointment in his voice hidden under a veneer of breeziness.

“I guess so,” he says. “We can just call it off if you want; I know you probably have lots of studying to do–”

“No!” Logan cuts him off, then bites his lip like he wants to take the word back, dropping his gaze to his shoes as he toes at the ground. “I mean, I would enjoy having the evening off and spending it with you, if such a thing isn’t objectionable to you.”

Roman pauses, a bit taken aback at the vehemence of Logan’s answer. It’s just because he wants a night away from his books, Roman reminds himself. He’s living in his very own little fantasy world if he thinks it has anything to do with Logan wanting to spend time specifically with him; he’s sure Logan would be just as happy to share a free evening with Virgil or Remus or anyone else in their friend group.

And surely that hint of a flush rising on the tops of Logan’s cheekbones is from the wind or something. No other reason. Roman needs to snap back to reality and stop looking for desperate signs that Logan might return his feelings.

“Well, there is one benefit to everyone else bailing,” he admits. Logan raises a curious eyebrow and Roman grins. “We get to do whatever we want. No one else arguing about where to go or how long to stay or when the night is over. So tell me, Lo, what kind of metaphorical trouble do you want to get into tonight?”

Logan considers for a moment.

“I don’t know about getting into trouble, metaphorical or otherwise, but the science and natural history museum is offering discounted admission to students.”

Roman can’t help but wrinkle his nose at the thought of spending his precious free time being quiet and sedate, wandering through endless galleries of things that all started to look the same after about five minutes. Some days he could enjoy museums. Definitely not tonight.

“Veto.”

“Veto? You didn’t say anything about veto rules.”

“Just decided,” he declares. “I can veto your suggestions and you can veto mine until we find something we both want to do.”

Logan most definitely does not look enthusiastic about this development and Roman fondly resists the urge to roll his eyes.

“Come on, Lo. This is your first night out and away from your textbooks in, like, forever! Live a little! The whole city is at your fingertips!”

On impulse, he grabs Logan’s hand and pulls it up over his head, leading him into a spin like they’re dancing.

“Roman!” Logan exclaims as he stumbles in the unexpected movement, but he doesn’t pull his fingers free, blush deepening across his cheeks. “What on earth are you doing?”

Roman grins, entirely too pleased at his own antics.

“Trying to shake loose some good ideas. Come on, kick that big brain of yours into action. Every subpar idea earns you a spin until you come up with something fun for us to do.”

Logan stares at him like he’s declared he’s trying to grow a second head.

“I fail to see how that will further the production of ‘good ideas,’ as you put it, but, um, the library? They have a new-”

“Nope,” Roman sing-songs, giving him a twirl. “You spend like eighty percent of your life in libraries. Try again.”

“There’s a public lecture by–”

“You can do better than that.”

“I – just – what about – hey!” he protests as Roman turns him in yet another spin, but he’s smiling slightly and he still hasn’t pulled his fingers free, so Roman figures he can’t be too upset with his shenanigans. “I hadn’t even said anything!”

“Too slow. You gotta speed up those ideas.”

He gives Logan’s hand a little tug for emphasis and he shakes his head emphatically.

“Food!”

Roman pauses, definitely because of Logan’s exclamation and not because he’s just realized how Logan looks right now, face flushed and hair falling slightly into his eyes from all the impromptu dancing. Nope. Definitely not because of any of that.

“Food,” Logan repeats, seizing on Roman’s silence, cautiously pulling their joined hands down like he’s waiting for Roman to reject this idea as well. “I haven’t eaten dinner yet. Let’s go get some food somewhere.”

“Do you want to spin me to make things even?” Roman blurts, suddenly afraid that he may have annoyed Logan with his hijinks, but his friend just shakes his head. “Are you sure?” he presses. “I’m an excellent dancer, you know.”

Logan casts him a sidelong look that says he very much doubts that, but it’s teasing rather than critical.

“No,” he decides after a moment of consideration. “I’ll make things even some other way.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?”

Logan just grins, and Roman’s breath catches because fuck, who gave him permission to look like that, all sharp smile and sparkling eyes, he’s so pretty it should be illegal, he wants to pull him close right then and there and kiss that smile right off his face–

“Who says it can’t be both?” Logan asks, thankfully interrupting Roman’s internal crisis before he can say or do something stupid like actually kiss him. He gives Roman’s hand a tug. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

They find a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant after a bit of searching and keep up a steady conversation as they eat, lingering until the waitstaff begins shooting Roman dirty looks for singing along to the radio. Logan waves off his offer to split the bill and pays the tab in full, and Roman’s heart leaps treacherously because that’s exactly the kind of thing that happens on a date.

But that’s ridiculous. This clearly isn’t a date. Logan hasn’t ever shown any indication that he likes him as more than a friend. Surely they’ve paid for each other plenty of times before and Roman just can’t remember. He needs to get his head out of the clouds and stop reading into things before he ruins what is shaping up to be a perfectly pleasant evening.

Logan, who is clearly having no such dilemmas, is in a noticeably better mood now that he’s had some food and seems much more open to doing something more exciting than visiting museums and libraries. Logan and Roman’s Fantastically Grand Adventure Around The City, Roman coins it as they set off to find something to entertain themselves with, and Logan just sighs and tells him that when he’s done coming up with ridiculous names, it’s his turn to suggest an idea for what to do next.

It does turn out to be a grand adventure, if Roman does say so himself.

He takes Logan on a tour through one of the local neighborhoods known for its street art, the two of them keeping up a running commentary on the murals decorating the walls and buildings before visiting the space open for graffiti artists to tag and trying to find anything done by Remus.

(They pick their favorite pieces and engage in a light-hearted debate about which is the best until their arguments get so preposterous that neither of them can keep a straight face and they declare a draw.)

For his next turn, Logan chooses to wander until they find a food truck he deems suitable and they order dessert to satisfy his craving for something sweet.

(Roman sticks churros in his lip like tusks and pretends he’s a walrus and it’s ridiculous even to him, but it makes Logan laugh, so it’s worth every second of looking like an idiot.)

Roman drags Logan on a wild hunt around the city searching for a fountain that he knows exists somewhere but can’t find, and they make a game of seeing if they can locate it without using their phones.

(They do. They toss coins in and make wishes and for once Roman doesn’t even have anything to wish for, because what could be better than this?)

Logan detours them to take a walk down by the river and peoplewatch, Logan making characteristically blunt observations about others and Roman making up increasingly fantastical stories about any stranger who catches his eye.

(At some point, Logan grabs his hand, maybe to lead him across a crosswalk or pull him out of someone’s way, and the press of their palms against each other and the way their fingers loosely intertwine feels so natural that Roman doesn’t even realize they’re still holding hands until some time later.)

By the time they end up back at their meet-up spot, Roman feels giddy, almost drunk on the feeling of the night, on Logan��s smile and his laugh and the way his eyes light up when he has a particularly clever quip to something Roman has said as they banter back and forth, and he doesn’t want the evening to end.

“Let’s go one more place,” he blurts as they stop beside his car. He can sense Logan getting ready to ask where, or maybe to glance at his watch and say it’s late and that he should be going, so he doesn’t let him get the chance to do either.

“A surprise. And I know, I know you hate surprises, but you’ll like this one, I promise. No crowds or bright lights or noise or anything. Please? For your favorite Prince?”

He expects a protest, or even an outright refusal, but Logan just shrugs and nods, stepping up to the passenger side door.

“Alright.”

Roman fumbles to unlock the car, a little incredulous at his easy acquiescence and sure that at any moment Logan is going to change his mind and decide he needs to go back to his apartment and recharge away from people and the commotion of the city, but he just slips into the car and primly buckles his seatbelt, ready to go.

Well, if Logan doesn’t want the night to come to an end either, Roman isn’t about to question it.

He slides into the driver’s seat and starts the car, flipping the radio onto a low volume as he navigates out of the city, but he needn’t have worried; even after talking all night, the conversation flows easily between them, everything from the antics in Roman’s theater class to current events to the melanistic squirrel Logan had seen on campus the other day, and the drive passes quickly. About halfway through, Roman turns off the highway and onto progressively more rural side roads, and they’re only a few minutes from their destination when Logan seems to realize how far they’ve gone.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been out this way,” he comments, peering out the window, and Roman winces as he glances at the time on the dash. Good thing it isn’t a weeknight.

“I know, sorry, I should have asked if it was okay with you to go this far. I know you like to go to bed early.”

He sees Logan shrug out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t mind. Being up late one night shouldn’t do too much harm to my circadian rhythm. And I was promised a surprise I would like by my favorite Prince, after all.”

My favorite Prince. Nerves are suddenly battering Roman’s insides and part of him wants to just pull a u-turn and head back to the city right now, because what if this is a stupid idea? What if Logan doesn’t like it? What if he’s just wasting both of their time and they’ll have to suffer through a painfully awkward drive back?

Those thoughts would just have to go fuck right off, he decides, steeling his resolve. He knows Logan. He knows he’ll like this, and even if he doesn’t, it’s not like they haven’t worked through approximately four thousand disagreements before. Everything will be fine.

A few minutes and one painfully potholey road later and they arrive at their destination.

“We’re here!” Roman announces, too loud in an attempt to squash any nerves that might creep into his voice. Logan stares out the window at the empty pasture at the end of the dead-end road where they’ve parked, the surroundings dark except for the moonlight.

“And where, exactly, is here?”

Roman doesn’t answer, just scrambles out of the car and around to Logan’s side, pulling him out of the car and out across the fallow field, lighting the way with his phone flashlight so they don’t trip too badly. Logan stops after a few dozen feet, tugging his hand out of Roman’s grip and refusing to go any farther, his expression souring for the first time all evening.

“Come on, Roman. Tell me why we’re here. If you wanted to play some kind of prank on me–”

“No!” Roman protests immediately, surging towards him in an attempt to reassure him, only to catch himself and pull back from touching Logan without a sign that it’s okay to do so at the moment. “This isn’t a prank; I wouldn’t do that to you. And I know it still isn’t perfect, not like it would be if we drove further, but at least there’s less light from the city here–”

Logan is shaking his head, clearly confused, and Roman cuts off his own rambling.

“Look up.”

Logan does, and a soft gasp falls from his lips as he gazes up at the myriad of stars glimmering above them. Roman briefly sends a thank you to any higher power listening that it’s a clear night, because he hadn’t even bothered to check if it was overcast before starting their drive and he has a sneaking suspicion that Logan would not be impressed if Roman had kidnapped him and driven him nearly an hour away just to look at some clouds while standing in a field in the middle of nowhere.

Just a guess.

“Look,” Logan says, pointing. “There’s Polaris, colloquially known as the North Star, although other stars have been known as the North Star throughout history due to the wobble in the earth’s axis of rotation. It’s part of Ursa Minor, or the Little Dipper, and of course there’s Ursa Major, or the Big Dipper, and over there is Orion…”

He’s still going, drawing various shapes in the air with his finger, but for all the world Roman can’t tear his eyes away from Logan, features cast in gentle moonlight, so excited as he spills an endless stream of knowledge, bouncing on the balls of his feet with unrestrained happiness.

He’s more captivating than any star could ever be.

Eventually he comes to a natural pause in his catalogue of constellations and Roman seizes the opportunity to coax him back to the car long enough for them to find a fleece blanket in the emergency breakdown kit Patton had gifted him last Christmas. Roman shakes it out and lays it on the ground so they don’t have to sit in the damp grass, and after assuring Logan that yes, he knew the person who owned this land and no, they wouldn’t get in trouble for being here, they settle onto the blanket.

The allure of stargazing must win out over any lingering trepidation about potentially trespassing, because Logan is already back to talking a mile a minute as he lays down, something about the lifecycle of stars, and for a moment Roman can just stare at him, utterly transfixed by the gleam of happiness in his eyes, until Logan complains he’s blocking the view and tugs his arm, telling him to lay down in a way that Roman would normally tease is bossy but right now is just hopelessly endearing.

He situates himself down on the blanket, careful to leave space between them as Logan continues to speak rapidly. Now that he’s looking up at the stars and not at Logan, he’s able to actually focus on what he’s saying, and he tries to understand it, he does, because this is clearly important to Logan and he wants him to feel listened to, but the science of all of it is going right over his head, so he settles for making the appropriate ahhs and mmm-hmms at regular intervals.

Logan pauses after some time, sitting up to dig something pokey out from underneath him.

“Roman,” he scolds lightly, and Roman starts, wracking his brain for what he could have possibly done, what breach of stargazing etiquette he has unwittingly committed. “You’re barely even on the blanket. You’re going to get wet from the dew on the grass. You should scoot over. I’m not Remus; I don’t bite.”

Roman obligingly shifts a little more onto the blanket, although it’s a bit of a moot point since dampness has already crept through the back of his jacket. There’s a moment of silence as Logan takes advantage of his upright position to stretch out his shoulders and neck, and there’s no pressure to fill the quiet, but Roman figures since Logan has shared so much of his knowledge the least Roman can do is return the favor a little.

Nervously clearing his throat, he points at one of the constellations he actually knows and begins recounting the Greek mythology associated with it. He’s sure Logan probably already knows most of it, if not all of it, but Logan just nods along enthusiastically, occasionally interjecting with an additional tidbit of information, so apparently he isn't too put out by Roman derailing his more scientific lecturing.

And then Logan lays down again and Roman stutters mid-tale, mind going absolutely blank for a moment, because Logan is pressed against him from shoulder to hip, the warmth of his body almost shocking compared to the cool night air even through several layers of clothing.

It doesn’t mean anything, Roman reminds himself as he fumbles to pick up his story again. Friends were physically close like this all the time – hell, he was physically close with his other friends like this on movie nights and whatnot all the time – and it didn’t imply any sort of more-than-platonic feelings. And even if Logan was typically more reserved, he had gotten more comfortable with physical displays of affection from everyone in their friend group in the last year or two. That’s all this was. It was a small blanket and Logan didn’t want to give up his spot so obviously when Roman moved over they were going to touch. Nothing more to it.

(Even if it really, really feels like there’s something more to it.)

He somehow manages to get through the rest of the mythology he’s narrating, even though his heart is racing so fast he’s surprised Logan can’t feel it where their arms are pressed together, the closeness of him an exquisite kind of torture, but Roman can’t even imagine shifting away.

“You talk more,” he croaks artfully when he finishes, because if he has to channel any more brain power into trying to tell a coherent story he might just implode. “I like hearing you talk about space.”

Logan is silent for a moment, clearly hesitant.

“Are you sure? I know that I often get carried away talking about such interests and that it can sometimes be boring or annoying.”

“I’m positive,” Roman assures him. “You never bore me, Lo. You could talk about whatever you want until the sun comes up and I wouldn’t care.”

“Alright,” Logan says after a long pause. “Just tell me if you change your mind.”

He starts in again, still a little timid at first, but it’s barely a minute before his enthusiasm is back in full force and he’s gesturing excitedly as he talks about some kind of new theoretical subatomic particle and its role in the universe.

It’s a long time that they just lay there, Logan talking and Roman occasionally interrupting with a comment or question while the stars slowly shift above them, but Roman doesn’t mind. He meant what he’d said; he could stay here listening to Logan discuss astronomy until dawn without a single complaint, even if it means slowly going insane trying not to overanalyze every time Logan moves and his arm presses against Roman’s a little more.

Some things were worth going crazy for, after all.

“Look!” Logan interrupts himself suddenly, pointing. “A meteor!”

It is, a brilliant white shooting star streaking across the sky, there and gone in an instant, and for the second time tonight Roman finds himself in a position to make a wish and yet he still can’t think of anything he could want that would make the night better.

“Most meteors are actually quite small, about the size of a pebble or even a grain of sand,” Logan informs him. “They are quite tiny and seemingly insignificant, and yet they leave such a remarkable impression. Isn’t that beautiful?”

“Yeah,” Roman says quietly, his eyes shifting away from the stars, and he can’t help the way he sounds almost reverent as he gazes at Logan’s profile in the moonlight. “It’s stunning.”

Logan turns his head to meet his gaze and there’s nothing but a breath between them as they stare at each other for a long moment, and then something shifts ever so slightly in Logan’s expression, eyes darkening, and his gaze shifts down to Roman’s mouth, his own lips parting slightly, and yes, this is everything Roman wants and he’s not ready and this is perfect and it’s too much and he wants it so badly and he can’t–

He turns back to look at the sky, heart racing so fast he almost feels sick.

He’s such a damn coward.

“Tell me more about the space in between the stars,” he says hoarsely, trying for some semblance of normal and failing miserably. All that acting training wasted, apparently. There’s a long pause before Logan starts in about the vastness of space, more subdued than he’s been all night, and guilt wrenches through Roman’s chest because no, Logan feeling bad or being anything less than radiantly excited about space is absolutely not permitted.

He shifts his hand, letting it brush against the back of Logan’s, and when that doesn’t elicit any negative response, he skims his thumb along the top of Logan’s, a silent apology. For a moment, there’s nothing, and Roman is about to draw away when Logan’s fingertips brush back against his, dancing against Roman’s for a moment before he turns his hand and fully laces their fingers together, giving a little squeeze.

All while never missing a beat in his explanation of dark matter. Roman feels like he’s about to have a heart attack and here Logan is delivering a full dissertation on the mysteries of the universe. It’s wildly unfair.

Eventually, after what could have been five minutes or five hours for all Roman can tell, Logan falls quiet and a comfortable silence settles between them, nothing but the hum of the night insects and the occasional hooting of an owl off in the distance.

“It’s getting late,” Logan finally says after another indeterminable amount of time. “We should head back.”

Roman murmurs an agreement and they pick themselves up off the ground, Roman trying to ignore the way the absence of Logan’s hand in his feels like a loss as he attempts to stretch some feeling back into his stiff body. Turns out laying on the ground for hours on end with only a thin blanket for cushioning was not as comfortable as it looked.

“So, this was a good surprise?” he asks, pretty sure he knows the answer but feeling the sudden urge to double-check that Logan hasn’t just gone along with it for Roman’s sake.

“Yes,” Logan replies distractedly, still craning his head back to gaze up at the sky as if he hasn’t just spent the whole night looking at it, and Roman’s heart squeezes with affection. Then he seems to actually register Roman’s question and drags his eyes away from the heavens.

“Yes. Yes! This was a good surprise,” he laughs, and before Roman can process what’s happening, he’s grabbing Roman’s hand and pulling him into a spin like Roman had done with him at the very beginning of the night.

A laugh of pure delight spills out of Roman’s mouth and he seizes Logan’s other hand, sweeping him into an impromptu dance, leading him through unchoreographed steps in the damp grass and vocalizing music in between laughs, and Logan is laughing right back, the sound bright and clear in the still night air. Roman has so rarely ever seen him like this, entirely open and carefree and happy, so blindingly happy as he spins away from Roman and then right back again, and that familiar warmth that Roman always associates with Logan has been blooming in his chest all night but now it’s spreading to his head, his stomach, his fingertips until it’s all he can feel.

They slow after a few minutes, movements getting smaller and smaller until Logan is only a breath away, one hand still held in Roman’s grip and the other resting lightly on his back as they sway gently back and forth. And then he blows out a contented sigh and closes the few inches between them, practically melting into Roman’s chest as he tucks his head onto his shoulder.

And maybe Roman shouldn’t, maybe he’s misreading the signals because he wants them to be something they’re not, maybe he should bite back his words and go on pining for Logan from afar, but there’s something about the evening that makes him feel bold and invincible, as if no bad can come to either of them while Logan is wrapped in his arms, warm and trusting and bathed in starlight.

“Logan,” he says, voice barely above a whisper in the still of the night. “You can say no, of course you can always say no, but – can I kiss you?”

Logan pulls back abruptly to stare at him, although he stops short of breaking free of Roman’s loose grip, and the surprise written across his face makes Roman’s stomach turn with butterflies and he almost backtracks right then and there, almost laughs it off as some kind of joke, but he steels himself, waiting with his breath caught in his throat for Logan’s reply because if he doesn’t hear the answer then he’ll spend the rest of his life wondering what it might have been.

Then Logan’s lips twitch up into a tiny smirk and jesus fucking christ, Roman can’t even breathe–

“I don’t know, Roman, can you?”

All of Roman’s breath huffs out in an incredulous laugh at the breathtaking, maddening, perfect man in front of him.

“You–”

He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence as Logan tips forward and presses his mouth to his.

Logan’s lips are cold and chapped and his glasses dig slightly into Roman’s face and the angle isn’t the greatest and it is by far, without a doubt, the singular best thing that has ever happened to Roman.

It’s nothing more than a press of their lips, really, and Roman has kissed others far less chastely than this, but none of them has ever made him feel this way, like all his thoughts have gone silent and all the breath has been stolen right out of his lungs and all the world has disappeared except for him and Logan and the stars above them.

They break apart after a moment and Roman can’t help but laugh as something occurs to him, tightening his grip slightly on Logan as he pulls back, hurt clear on his face.

“No, not you, Lo, that was amazing and wonderful and I would very much like to do it again,” he rushes to reassure him, and his face relaxes. “But I just realized that we have a whole observatory on campus and you’re an astrophysics major and you’ve seen the stars with a very expensive telescope, like, a billion times before, and I thought it was a great idea to take you to a field in the middle of nowhere to go stargazing.”

“Well,” Logan says quietly, smiling softly as he rests their foreheads together and gently squeezes Roman’s hand. “I would much rather watch the stars with you.”

And really, when he says things like that, what can Roman do but kiss him again?

Logan dozes off on the car ride back to campus, head leaned against the window and fingers loose where they’re laced with Roman’s on the center console, and given how late – or early? – it is, Roman doesn’t blame him.

Roman, on the other hand, has never felt more awake.

He’d kissed Logan. He’d kissed Logan. Or, actually, Logan had kissed him first, but still. He’d kissed Logan.

He can’t stop grinning the whole drive, and he’s glad that there’s hardly any other cars out because his mind is more than a bit preoccupied with reliving the memory of Logan’s lips on his and not focused on trivial little things like speed limits and stop signs.

But they make it back to Logan’s apartment building without any accidents, so Roman can’t feel too bad about not being the best driver in the world. He gently shakes Logan awake, which merits him an adorable look of sleepy confusion before Logan remembers where he is, and Roman walks him up to the door of the complex.

“I had a really good time tonight,” he says, which is the understatement of the century, but he doesn’t know quite what else to say, considering he never thought this was how the evening would end or that he’d even ever get this far with Logan. He’s half-convinced he’ll wake up at any moment and discover this has all been a dream.

Logan nods through a yawn, expression open and unguarded as he blinks sleepily.

“I also had a very enjoyable time.”

“Well, I’ll let you get some sleep,” Roman says a bit awkwardly. “I’ll text you tomorrow?” he asks, and Logan nods again. “Okay. Sweet dreams, Logan.”

He steps back to leave, but Logan’s hand catches his and he stills, casting him a questioning look. Logan plays with his fingers, not quite meeting his gaze.

“I believe a goodnight kiss is a traditional way to end such an evening?”

His voice trails up into an uncharacteristically unsure question and Roman can’t help the smile that spreads across his face even though Remus would call it disgustingly besotted and sappy.

“Alright, since you ask so nicely.”

Logan starts to backpedal, eyes widening, and Roman shushes him quietly.

“I’m just teasing, Lo,” he whispers. He raises one hand slowly, giving Logan plenty of time to pull away if he wants to, and gently cups his cheek, brushing his thumb featherlight across Logan’s cheekbone. Logan presses into the touch as his eyes flutter closed, chin tipping up expectantly, and Roman kisses him, soft and sweet and slow as if they have all the time in the world.

Tomorrow, he knows, they’ll have to talk about this new chapter of their relationship, work out what it means and how they’re going to define it and who, if anyone, they’re going to tell and a thousand other details.

But for now, as he kisses Logan, the stars above still continuing their slow wheel in the sky even underneath the light from the city, he doesn’t have words. All he has is the warm, sure feeling that this night is nothing if not a promise of good things to come.

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byulsgrease · 3 years

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if you arent too busy, can you write a idol!hwasa x idol!reader, wherein they both have to practice with each other for a special stage. However on the first meeting they become starstruck and cant believe somethings are real, but soon warm up to each other?

i'm not terribly busy but this still took a while anyway oops - sorry this took so long anon! here you go :D

if anyone has requests for the other members hmu cuz I've got 2 more hyejin reqs after this one (not that I'm complaining)

"who says we can't do something on our own?"

(hwasa x idol!reader, ~1.2k words)

cw: food + alcohol mention (y'all know how it is)

I named someone Minjeong - it's not Aespa's Winter, idk anything about 4th gen gg's - 민정 is my Korean name so it's just what came to mind

"Hey, wake up. You've gotta see this. GET UP," a voice piercing through the fog of your sleep.

What a rude awakening. Your shoulders being shaken vigorously by a pair of small hands meant they belonged to none other than Minjeong, your youngest group member. You rolled over to glare menacingly at her with one eye open, trying to pull your brain out of the slumber. All you could see was the bright light of her phone shining in your eyes - a video of some kind. But then you heard the audio:

"Have you seen the clip?" asked the interviewer.

"Yes, my members and many MooMoos made sure I saw it"— Moos? Oh, it's Hwasa. WAIT. Both your eyes flew open as you sat up and snatched Jeongie's phone out of her hand to stare at the video. Your mind immediately flashed back to the interview you did last week - they asked who you most wanted to collaborate with, if there were no limitations. Your ears started to heat up at the sheer thought of the flustered mess of an answer you gave - of course you said Hwasa. Both of you debuted relatively close to each other, within a year, but never interacted much over the years. Mamamoo as a group was a force to be reckoned with, but there was just something about Hwasa specifically. You mostly just admired her unique singing voice and undeniable stage presence, and her relentless drive to always be herself in an industry constantly trying to fit women into a box.

Finally snapping out of re-living that embarrassment, your attention turned back to the phone in your hand. The interviewer must've asked her to send a message in response to you, because you couldn't believe that she was waving and saying, "How haven't we gotten to know each other better over all these years? I'd love to work with you on something sometime," curtly dipping her head in a slight bow.

"SEE? You needed to see that," Minjeong rushed to say, full of energy. "And close your mouth, your jaw's on the floor," jokingly pointing.

You side-eyed her and shut your mouth. "Is this what Loco felt like when she called him during Hyena on the Keyboard?" you wondered aloud.

"At least she's not calling you while on camera," she commented, knowing full well that you'd probably embarrass yourself again if she did. "But hey, at least she noticed you! Can I have my phone back now?" It would be a dream come true to collaborate with her, but cross-company collabs... always a pain. that couldn't be helped. The fantasy abruptly ended with demands from your rumbling stomach. Done with your what-if's, you placed the phone back in your maknae's outstretched hand to get up and make breakfast.

~~~~

With award show season rolling around, the crazy scramble of rehearsing for special live stages without leaking sets and collabs began. Checking your email that morning showed a schedule to record the backing track for a special live stage, but that was it. With who? You texted your members a screenshot, but they all told you that block of time in their schedule was empty. A solo stage? The solo mini-album you released this cycle did relatively well, the title track got a music show win, but not a multi-week chart-topper by any means. Possibilities turning over in your mind, you stepped out from your place to head to the company, totally in the dark about what was in store.

The recording studio always smelled the same along with the couches, a comfort for all the insanely long nights and crack-of-dawn early mornings over the years. With a bit of time to kill, you plopped down on one and gingerly patted the worn cushions as some kind of symbolic thank-you for supporting you (literally).

A hesitant but loud knock sent your gaze directly to the door. Watching it slowly open, you leaned forward to see who it was. Needless to say, your jaw fell to the floor again as you clapped a hand over your gaping mouth, eyes widening. Like a soldier obeying a command, you immediately stood up as straight as possible and bowed profusely at Hwasa, sporting a very similar expression on her face (which you failed to notice, your mind running a million miles a minute).

After a series of frantic bows and miscellaneous utterances to each other, she spoke. "It's nice to finally meet you," she said with calm, surveying your frenzied state. "I guess we're granting that collab wish from your interview, huh?"

The red-hot embarrassment leapt to your face. "I...I definitely made a fool of myself answering that question. And our maknae showed me your interview clip too, which was cool, but never did I think it would actually happen," you stammered. I should probably stop talking.

"Well, here I am," she half-smiled coolly. "Let's get started, I'm really looking forward to finally work with you on this," a gleam in her eye and a hint of excitement in her voice.

The studio suddenly felt a lot smaller with her in it, despite there only being your managers, the producer, and the both of you - less people than you and your members alone. Both of you remained relatively quiet the whole time, rather unsure of what to say or talk about. You watched enough MMMTV to know that all the members on their own were shyer than together, and Hwasa knew the same was true for you. But the work basically took care of itself, seamlessly taking turns in the recording booth, witnessing each other's work style and process. The both of you knew your way in front of a mic, seasoned professionals by now. Upon wrapping up, you bowed politely to each other after a quick exchange of KaTalk info, a short and sweet goodbye.

That was... anticlimactic. I mean, it's finally happening - I can't believe it. But maybe I was too idealistic about maybe creating a meaningful relationship with her outside of work... What does she think of me?

~~~~

In the days leading up to the collab stage, you kept going back and forth on whether to reach out or not, despite now being in possession of her contact info. What would you even say? Thoughts of a witty one-liner or relatable meme came to mind, but maybe she'd assume the worst - that you were clout-chasing, or something. Anxieties abuzz, your phone vibrated in your pocket. The KaTalk notification sprawled across your screen. Speak of the devil, it's her.

"Hey, awards season has me stressed. I know you must pretty busy right now too, but I somehow get off early tomorrow if you wanna grab dinner after work?" You had to reread that one. Oh, what? She's inviting me?

Trying not to be weird about responding too quickly, you typed out, "Wow, yeah, that sounds great! ^^ wait, your company doesn't care about you going out to eat during award season?"

"nah, they stopped having that kind of control over us a while ago, we are the money-maker of the company, after all 😏"

"so I guess this means they don't check your phone either ㅋㅋㅋ"

"nope :)"

You proceeded to set a time and place to meet, someplace with meat.

In the process of feasting on an inordinate amount of gopchang imbued with a splash of beer, you learned a fair amount about each other. You talked career, professional aspirations, the weird habits of your members, and more. What surprised you most was the amount of things she already knew about you, having admitted to watching some of your behind-the-scenes content after seeing your interview clip.

"Ah... I'm sorry if I came across as distant during that first recording session," she confessed, pausing to sip her beer. "I honestly didn't know what to do with myself, I felt a little star-struck."

"Oh what?? I felt the exact same, so no worries - and sorry if I came off similarly distant," you rambled back. A bit of silence fell between you, acknowledging the mutual sentiment. You spoke up after a bit, "Thanks for inviting me out tonight, I didn't realize how much I needed this."

"Thank you for making the time, I had fun getting to know you better," she articulated with a smile. "Maybe it'll make the collab stage better," she added on jokingly. You responded with a nod and expression of mutual affirmation.

~~~~

After that, messaging each other became a regular occurrence, that gopchang outing having broken the ice. Honestly, you tried your best to talk about anything besides work, but the baseline of shared understanding connected you in a way that came more naturally than it did with your non idol friends.

You stood across the way from her at the sound check for the final stage, dressed in joggers and slides. Funny to think that you'd be recording this for real in a couple hours, making eyes with the blinking red light on the cameras surrounding you. It sucks that fans wouldn't get to experience the energy and atmosphere of the performance - Hyejin alone is one thing, but adding someone else into her stage presence? Unmatched. There's nothing quite like a live performance - and while you knew everyone in the industry dealt with the consequences of the pandemic, it certainly took a toll to perform and not feel the energy from fans. But realistically, nothing you could do about it. The sound check went over smooth like butter. The stage chemistry came flowing naturally between you both, even when bare-faced and dressed in just sweats.

And when the time came for the actual filming, you both absolutely killed it, an upbeat mash-up of TWIT and your title track. At the very end came a sliver of hesitation before throwing your arms around each other with a big smile for the ending fairy, proud of the work you accomplished together, and a mental fist-pump to yourself for making friends with one of the industry's finest.

Once again walking to a restaurant that served mostly meat to celebrate, you playfully proposed, "We... should do that again sometime." A little puff of air came out her nose in amusement.

"Yeah, we should. Too bad we're gonna have to wait a whole cycle before we can release anything else together again," she sighed longingly.

"Who says we can't do something on our own?"

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