#i've never been this nervous trying to get concert tickets

[youlooklikeasixtiesqueen]

i'm terrified of the german presale on wednesday besties

[daengtokki]

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓇𝒹 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒

Kim Seungmin/Female Reader

wc: 8.5k

rating: mature/explicit ಇ

comments: part three was heavily edited from it's original version. There are most likely some grammatical errors that I've glossed over from staring at the screen for so long. Feel free to send a message and let me know if you see anything wildly wrong.

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“You can’t be nervous if I’m nervous.”

He’s right. You take a deep breath and turn to face him again. Kiss him on the lips. Your free hand snakes around his waist, finds the hem of his shirt, and tucks underneath to run over his skin.

His muscles tighten for a second, then slowly relax as your hand moves upward against his side and back across his shoulder blade. He sighs as you touch him.

You haven’t felt this much of his body until now.

-

Your plane lands four hours later than scheduled. You’re tired, hungry, and your back is killing you. Korea Air is fine, and it always has been, but 13 hours in coach is something you’ll never get used to.

There were no plans to travel home up until three days ago, and it’s a miracle you got the week off to deal with your family. As much as you hate doing it, you don’t mind a change of scenery and a break from your typical work days in Korea.

Honestly, this is the perfect solution to the loneliness and monotony. It was only three weeks ago that you finally got to see Seungmin again, but it’s been a long three weeks. And he has kept his promise of keeping in touch.

Every single day since date number two, he's sent at least one text. You try to send messages only when he does, but occasionally you can’t help yourself, and you send something in the middle of your work day, or right before you go to bed. You’re still a little worried about being a bother, and holding back your clingy-ness has been difficult, but he always sends something back. Not always right away, but he does answer. And he sends selfies often—those texts are your favorite.

You have failed to mention that you’ve been on your way to Chicago (he sent a text about two hours ago, letting you know the first two shows had gone well), and that you’d be arriving the day before he would also be in the same city. But you’ll let him know soon. You don’t have much hope for getting to see him while you’re both here; he’s busy, and the last thing you want to do is bother him during a tight schedule. But he's been the only thing on your mind for weeks.

You managed to get a ticket to the Chicago concert the night you realized you be in town for it, but it wasn’t cheap. Even if you don’t get to see him alone, seeing him on stage will be worth the price.

____

“Who are you talking to?”

There’s a giggle in his ear, and a sharp chin lands on his shoulder. “Why are you smiliiing?”

IN grabs Seungmin’s shoulders and takes a seat directly behind him, giving him a good view of the phone in his friends hands.

“Don’t be nosy.”

“Is it the girl you’ve been talking to?”

Seungmin half turns and stares at IN, then looks him up and down, “What are you talking about?”

IN stares back wordlessly, a grin plastered on his face. He’s squinting his eyes at him accusingly. “I’m talking about the girl you’re always texting.”

Seungmin picks up his iced coffee, takes a sip, then releases himself from IN’s stare.

IN follows him across the room.

“Send her a cute selfie.”

“I already did.”

“Oh, haha!” He beams with pride at thinking he got him to slip up. “Did she send one back? Can I see her?”

“No. And no.”

“I won’t tell anyone else, I promise.”

“How did you know if nobody else knows?”

IN stops and thinks for a moment, then he side-eyes the other two members that are currently in the same room. They’re too far away to hear the conversation, but Seungmin stands and heads over to them.

“Chan?”

Chan turns and looks at him with a smile. He doesn’t get a chance to speak before Seungmin does.

“Did you tell IN about her?”

It takes him a few seconds to process what he’s being asked. “No, no…I didn’t tell anyone.” his voice lowers as he realizes what they’re talking about.

“How does he know?”

Chan peaks around him at IN, who’s already staring wide eyed. He beckons him over with two fingers, and he runs over, unbothered.

“How do you know?” He asks softly, very curiously. “I didn’t tell you.”

“I just guessed.”

Seungmin and Chan stare, speechless.

“I always see him smiling and laughing while he’s texting, and then taking selfies. I didn’t know he was actually texting…” he looks around at the others that just walked into the room. “…texting someone.” He whispers the last part.

“The less people that know, the better…” Chan says, but casually, as if he knows he doesn’t really have to tell IN. “It’s nothing serious, right Seungmin?”

“Huh…” he feels his phone buzz in his pocket. “Oh um, no…it’s not.”

Chan stares a little longer, “is it?”

Seungmin feels like his mind is being read. “We just talk a lot.”

He nods and leaves it at that. IN smiles at Seungmin once more before walking off. Then he pulls his phone out to check his notification.

Sounds like you guys had a good time. I did catch some fan videos from last night!

He smiles at the text, and then wonders what you’re doing up at four in the morning.

____

You pull out your phone, hoping the buzz in your pocket is him.

What are you doing up so late? Are you okay?

Oh, you forgot about the time difference. Maybe it’s time to let him know you’re not in Korea.

“I’m okay. I just landed in Chicago. I had a family thing come up, and I had to come home. I promise I’m not following you.”

You see him typing a few seconds after your message is delivered.

oh, you’re from Chicago! That’s so exciting that you’re here. Are you coming to the concert tomorrow night? Please come!

Before you have time to reply, he’s typing again…

Maybe not if you have family to see

“No, I’ll be there. I wouldn’t miss it”

let me know what seats you have…maybe I can get you closer

You’re trying to text him and stuff your bags into the trunk of you moms car at the same time.

“I don’t think they’re very close, but I’ll let you know as soon as I get home”

don’t worry, I’ll figure something out

“What are you so smiley about?” Your mom asks and slams the trunk shut.

“Just a text.”

____

“Sooo…”

“Soooo what?” Seungmin glances at IN. He has an inkling about what he’s getting at, and he’s trying not to indulge him too much. But Seungmin will admit that if any of them were going to find out prematurely, he's glad it was him.

“Can I see her?” He’s careful and quiet saying it. “Please?”

“Fine, give me a second.” He types a quick message and then pulls up the photos you’ve both shared. He finds one of the very few selfies you’ve sent him and shoves it a few inches from IN’s face.

He looks and his eyes widen, smirk grows. “Oh she’s not…” he stops himself and lowers his excited voice, “she’s not Korean? Oh she sent a text.” He giggled and tries to finish reading before Seungmin pulls the phone back.

“No, she’s not.”

“Where is she from?”

“Chicago. She’s here now, too.”

“Oh she’s gonna come see us tomorrow!”

Seungmin nods and types, “yeah, she is coming. I need to get her a better seat.”

“Sneak her into soundcheck.“

____

The next morning, you wake up to the buzzing of a text notification. A Seungmin message. You open it up and squint through sleepy, jet-lagged eyes. It’s barely 8 am. You slept an entire ten hours, at least.

Good morning 🤍 if you’re able to, come down to the venue at around 2!

A close-up selfie follows. You can only see his eye, a peace sign, and a little bit of hair.

And a heart emoji. That combination is a first.

You reply, set an alarm, and immediately fall back asleep.

And luckily, you don’t sleep through it. At eleven, you’re up, nervous, showered, more nervous, and then when it’s time to figure out your wardrobe, you feel like you’re going to puke. Knowing you’ll see Seungmin is keeping most of your nerves at bay, but the fact that it’ll be at an arena of this size, with this many people (you assume there will be a massive amount of fans already hanging around that early, because you know how concerts here are), and throw in the possibility of meeting his friends…you’re nervous.

____

It’s as busy near the venue as you expected. And you find yourself enjoying it, surprisingly. Seeing all of the fans gathered around and clearly having a good time, despite the heat, is nice.

You jump out of your Uber and send a text to Seungmin. You need a more accurate location to head to, but for now you don’t mind wandering around and people watching. Just a glance at someone seems to immediately give away their favorite member, and you make it a point to look for anyone who prefers your favorite.

A text message buzzes before you get too far.

there is a staff entrance at the box office, just walk in and pretend like you belong

That sounds like a terrible idea, but you trust him and head in that direction. It’s not very busy there, because the tickets have long since sold out, but there are staff members milling around. You don’t look like you belong, but you also know that attitude and demeanor can get you far, so…

____

Seungmin only mentioned his plan (IN’s, really) to Chan about ten minutes prior to his last message to you.

“I don’t know if that was the best idea,” he says. “Is she already here?”

“Yes, she’s somewhere outside. And I know.”

“Okay, I might have a solution. Wait here.”

Chan disappears for a few minutes, and in the meantime, Seungmin actually starts to feel a little nervous. His plan was simple: have you walk casually in through the staff entrance he’s already seen used many times that days, by many different people—some with and some without staff shirts or lanyards.

“Even if she gets in using your terrible plan,” Chan returns, and behind him is a man much larger and taller than either of them. “She can’t walk around alone or with you the entire time.”

“She gets her own bodyguard!”

“Chaperone. And she won’t look too out of place with him. “

“Thanks, Chan. Thank you, Jay.”

“No problem, buddy. Let’s go find her before she gets lost.” Jay pats Seungmin on the back and leads him down the hallway. “What does she look like?”

It’s a long walk toward the entrance, but both of them scan every person and group as they pass by. It gives the butterflies in his stomach more time to move up to his chest and throat.

“She’s right there!” Seungmin waves and gets your attention before approaching. He doesn’t want to make a scene, so he waits until none of the venue staff is around.

You have a hard time containing yourself when you finally catch sight of him. You don’t remember him ever smiling as wide as he is right now, and it makes your legs tremble a little.

You wave and wait for him to reach you.

“Hey…” Seungmin stands a few feet from you. He seems a little uneasy.

The man following behind him is obviously trying to keep some distance, but not too much distance. “I can turn away if it makes you both more comfortable.”

“No Jay, you’re fine,” Seungmin laughs but doesn’t look away from you.

“Is this your bodyguard?”

“He is, actually. But today he’s going to hang out with you so you don’t look out of place, and you have someone who knows what’s going on.”

“Oh, that's a relief.”

“But I’ll take you to our dressing room if you’d like…if you want to meet everyone."

"I'm...I do, but do you think it's too much? I mean, too much too soon?"

"Meeting them?" He thinks about it. His mouth is pushed to one side, puffing up his cheek. "I don't mind if you want to wait. We can always just go right out by the stage for soundcheck. You'll see them out there, they'll probably see you. You'll be a mystery."

"I like that idea. Maybe afterward I'll feel better about it."

He nods and waves Jay over. He still hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.

“You look nice.” He lowers his voice and and drops his gaze to the floor. But you can still see his smile.

____

You’re sitting a few rows back from the main stage. Your chaperone is a few yards away and much more relaxed out here. There are so many people working the sound check that your extra face is hardly out of place, so now you feel like you can relax and enjoy the view.

All eight of them are on stage, along with a few band members, and some techs. There’s a camera filming everything just off stage, and another directly on stage with them. You watch Seungmin as he interacts with it. He looks relaxed and happy. No more worry in his eyes.

You get out the earplugs he gave you, but for now you just enjoy listening to him speak into his mic and headset. He looks at you a few times, but subtly, trying not to direct too much attention.

One of the others keeps looking your way, you assume out of confusion or curiosity. Or both. It’s Lee Know. You watch as he walks along the edge of the stage closest to where you’re sitting. Another member joins him and looks out; this one is smiling, almost as wide as Seungmin smiled at you earlier. You know who everyone is thanks to the endless videos you've watched. It's IN.

You try not to make too much eye contact, but you don’t avoid them completely. They seem to know who you are.

Your chaperone appears next to again and takes a seat, “having a good time?”

“I am, thank you for dealing with me.”

“No problem, anything for these boys.”

“Do you know them well?”

“I’ve been working with them for a while now, so I’d say I do. How’d a girl like you meet Mr. Kim?”

The Mr. Kim is said with a bit of sarcasm, but a cute, playful sarcasm. And by a girl like you, you assume he means an American.

“I live in Korea, near where he grew up. We met through a friend. Do we seem like a weird match? I mean…we’re not a couple—"

“Are you sure about that? He’s looking at you right now with those big puppy dog eyes.”

Jay points up to Seungmin. When you look, he quickly smiles and waves before running back to the center of the stage.

____

Your adrenaline is off the charts at the end of the concert. You had an idea of what to expect from footage of other concerts, but being there in person, watching them…watching him, was obviously on another level. You feel like you’ve been introduced to a new little part of Seungmin’s personality. You feel closer to him.

Now you’re back outside in the fresh night air. You haven’t heard from him yet, but you’re not surprised. He’s probably exhausted. You stick around, though. He didn’t mention anything about seeing each other after the concert ended, so you don’t assume anything or get your hopes up (even though they are, by default, always up when it comes to him).

A small group of girls—you can’t really tell how old, maybe around your age—find a place to sit near you. They’re understandably excited and very loud, so you listen in as they talk about their favorite parts, favorite songs, and biases. The loudest of the group is a Felix fan. You sneak a glance at them and one of them notices you.

She waves, “are you here alone?”

You look around and then point to yourself, “Me? Oh, yeah I am.”

The rest of them wave you over with such enthusiasm that you can’t possibly deny them your presence.

“Was it your first concert? It was mine, but not theirs. We’re flying to California for the first two next week.” The girl who looks the youngest, and has a Han Quokka plush strapped to her gestures to the whole group. “Are you going to any more?”

“This is the only one I got a ticket for, so probably not.

“Who’s you bias?” The one who spoke to you first asks.

You hesitate for a moment. Who is your bias?

“It’s Seungmin.”

The girl continues talking, but you’re distracted by the buzzing of your phone. It’s him.

you are still around, yeah?

“Of course! I’m outside”

Now he’s calling. “Sorry, I gotta get this!” You excuse yourself from the group and answer.

“Hi, it’s a little loud out here.”

“Okay, I just figured calling would be easier. Come back in the way you did earlier, I’m already here.”

“Okay, I’m near there. Give me 10 seconds.”

He starts counting down…

“Okay…nine…”

You laugh and speed up a little—

“Eight…”

—but there are more people here and dodging them is not easy.

“Seven…six…five…”

“Count slower!”

“Fooooouur…three…”

You see the door and push through a couple much harder than you intend, but your hand is pushing the door open just as Seungmin says—

“Two! You did it!”

He’s a good distance away, but you can see his smile. He takes a few steps toward you, but lets you finish closing the gap. He holds out his arms and pulls you into a hug, which catches you off guard. You’re surprised oh makes him giggle. There’s nobody around except for Jay, but it still feels very bold.

“You were amazing.” You squeeze him a little tighter around the waist, and he reciprocates.

“Thank you…I hope you had a good time.”

“I did,” you slowly release him but keep a bit of his shirt clenched in your fist. “What’s your plan for tonight?”

“Hotel tonight…and I think we are leaving in the morning. Unless they change things last minute, which sometimes happens.”

“Well, at least you don’t have to leave right away. It’d be nice if you stayed in Chicago a little longer, though.”

“Yes, it would be nice.” You see him glance at Jay and lower his voice. “I can let you know which hotel, though. And I’ll text you my room number.“

“Oh?” You feel your face getting hot, and Seungmin’s cheeks have definitely turned a shade of pink.

“Unless I have to share the room.”

“Well, you just let know which hotel. And we’ll figure something out if we need to.”

He nods shyly and takes your face in his hands. He doesn’t pull you in for a kiss, though, just gently rubs his thumb over your cheek. And it’s somehow even better.

“I have to go, but I’ll text you.” He disappears with Jay around the corner.

And then you panic a little, because you weren’t ready for a hotel invitation. You’re having flashbacks of the last date, and how heavy things got for just a few minutes. And how Seungmin reacted, because he hasn’t gone that far with anyone yet.

Maybe that isn’t what he was getting at. You’ve spent plenty of time with him alone in your apartment, why would being alone in his hotel be any different?

It’s just a feeling. Just in the way he lowered his voice and blushed. Things will play out how they’re supposed to, though. No pressure. You’d never put him in an uncomfortable situation.

It might be a good idea to prepare anyway.

Going home seems pointless, because the hotel is most likely here in the city. You don’t want to waste time traveling home and then back. You’re already short on time as it is.

But when you find a convenience store to pop into, you get a look at yourself in the mirror. It could be worse, you suppose. It was a hot day, and the concert was no different. Besides, Seungmin has already seen you like this. It can’t be that bad.

But you do buy a water to chug, gum, and when you pass by the condoms, you stare at them for far too long. Buying them means you expect something to happen, and you feel weird about expecting it for some reason. Not buying them and being unprepared seems worse, though.

You grab a pack. You grab two, actually. You did get a quick feel of him before. And you remember it well. Now you just have to deal with the awkwardness of checking out with two different sizes of condoms.

You stuff your purchases between the mess of other things in your bag and walk aimlessly for a few blocks. It’s still crowded down here, even though it’s getting late, and you can’t help but start worrying when almost an hour passes with no text from a Seungmin.

Maybe you should have gone home and waited.

But just as the thought crosses your mind, you get a message.

“Here’s the address, and my room number is 1344.”

Your heart starts to race when you read it. He has his own room, so things will at least be easy. And the address is only another two blocks away.

____

You text him when you get to his room instead of knocking. You’re afraid to make any unnecessary noise. He's shuffling around in the room before the latch clicks and the doorknob turns.

Somehow every time you see him, he’s even better looking.

The door is closed and locked behind you before either of you speak.

“Hi…you got here fast!”

“I was close by. Was I too fast?” You look him up and down. He’s in sweatpants and a black t-shirt, and his hair is a little damp.

“No, definitely not. As long as I don’t look like a wet dog.”

“No, you look very handsome,” you grab a handful of his shirt and pull him toward you. “It’s a good look.”

He leans forward and kisses you on the forehead. Another romantic gesture. It gives you butterflies. You like it, but you can't help but be baffled by his very bold and distinct romantic gestures. Three weeks ago he had a hard time with your hypothetical dating question. But that was three weeks ago.

“Do you want something more comfortable to wear? I can give you one of my shirts.

Okay, so maybe he does want you to spend the night, “Yes, I'd like that.”

He grabs one from his bag and shakes it out. Then he brings it to his face to smell it, “this is clean.”

“Thanks,” you hold it up and look at it.

“It not very big on me, so it should fit okay.”

You head into the bathroom and look at yourself again, try to get the butterflies in your stomach to calm down. Big breath in, slow breath out. It doesn’t seem like he’s trying to drive you crazy, but he’s doing a very good job.

You start taking off your necklaces, your bracelets, and then peel off your shirt that’s long since dried from the sweating you did all day. You check yourself for any offending odors, and even though it’s not bad, you take the time clean up the best you can.

It’s been a while since you had to do a sink bath before a potential lay. And every single one before this wasn’t even worth it. Seungmin is different, though.

Now you wonder if this is the way you want things to go. In a hotel, very little preparation. But you may not see him again for a while after tonight. And if this feels good for him, it's good for you.

There is still the possibility that he won’t be ready.

You slip into his shirt, and it's still pretty big. The sleeves reach your elbows and the bottom hem just covers your shorts. You could walk out without them and he might not even realize it—you take them off and fold them up neatly with your shirt and jewelry, look at yourself one more time, and then head back out to him.

“Oh, that looks good on you,” he turns from his seat at the edge of the bed, then pats his hands on the spot next to him. “Come here.”

As you climb onto the bed and crawl toward him, he slowly lies down on his back. “Are you tired?”

“No, not tired,” he props himself up on his elbow to get a better look at you. “Not yet...it takes a while to relax after a concert." He pulls at the hem of your shirt and his fingers slide across your thigh. He takes his hand away, so you grab it and put it back. Seungmin takes the hint and slides his palm to the side and gently squeezes.

When he looks up at you, you grin, but he just lets himself fall forward so he can hide his face in the blanket. You hear a big sigh, and maybe a soft laugh.

“What’s the matter?” You lie down next to him and wait until he turns his face to yours. “Minnie?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.”

“Do you want to get cozy and watch something?”

“Yes, that sounds nice.”

You pull the blankets down and fluff the pillows while he gathers himself again. “Which side do you prefer?”

“I’m not sure, I don’t usually have to choose.”

“Okay, I’ll take the left side.” You cover yourself up and relax against the pillows.

Seungmin follows, but he stays on top of the blankets for a moment and stares at you. You stare back and say nothing. Then he crawls underneath them, too.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep my hands to myself.” You say.

He just pushes himself into the pillows and pulls the blanket up to his chin without a word, but he turns himself to face you.

You do the same.

“If that’s what you want.” He says.

You roll your eyes around as if you’re thinking and hmm under your breath. “Can I come closer?”

He nods.

You scoot yourself toward him until you can rest your forehead against his. “That’s better.”

“Can’t watch anything like this.”

“Oh, no I guess not,” you move back a little and look him over. “Should we—“

“No,” he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you back. “This is good.”

You take the invitation and place your hand on his neck; he moves in for a kiss before you get the chance to, though. And he kisses hard enough to push you on your back.

For a moment you think this might be it, but you find yourself hesitating and softening your kiss. Then loosening the grip on his neck.

He pulls back and stares down at you.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do,” you cup his face and hold him there. “There’s no rush.”

“I know.” He comes back down, kisses you once, and then falls back at your side. But his arm remains draped over your stomach.

Your heart sinks a little. It feels like you don’t know what you want. Well, you do know you want him, but you’re nervous. Maybe just as nervous as he is. “Don’t think I don’t want to, because I do.”

Seungmin smiles and sets his head against your shoulder. “I know you do.”

He knows you want him. You’re glad he knows—and you love the way he says it.

“Are you stopping because you’re worried I’m not ready?”

“No, only you know that. I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

“You’re nervous?”

“I am.”

“You can’t be nervous if I’m nervous.”

He’s right. You take a deep breath and turn to face him again. Kiss him on the lips. Your free hand snakes around his waist, finds the hem of his shirt, and tucks underneath to run over his skin.

His muscles tighten for a second, then slowly relax as your hand moves upward against his side and across his shoulder blade. He sighs as you touch him.

You haven’t felt this much of his body until now.

You keep going, touching his stomach, his chest. It’s then that you feel his hand on you. It’s warm moving across your thigh, over your hip. His touch is soft, but he squeezes when he pulls you closer.

Seungmin slides his hand down to the back of your thigh and brings you as close as he can manage.

He’s on top off you again, hand still on you. His hips are gently pushing into yours. You can feel him through his sweatpants, and now your brain only wants one thing: to get them off of him.

“Seungmin,” you get him to look at you. “Seungmin?”

“Mhm?”

You pull his shirt over his head and toss it aside.

“Yeah?” He kisses your neck and lifts your shirt. “Are you okay?”

You nod and help him get it off.

“Oh,” he laughs and touches the spot directly below your sternum. “Tattoo.”

He looks over you slowly, a little shyly, before placing a kiss on your collarbone. You run a hand across the back of his neck. The other slides down his stomach until it reaches the band of his sweatpants.

Your heart beats wildly in your throat as your hand disappears. Fingers wrap around him and feel every inch. He whimpers softly into your neck. The hand buried in his hair moves down and kneads hard into his shoulder as your fingers stroke him.

Seungmin’s face is still in your neck, breathing hard. Eventually he takes a hand and maneuvers it to pull at his sweatpants. You let go to help slide them down enough to free him.

He moans, a little apprehensively, when you touch him again. You know you have to take it easy; he’s obviously very sensitive and you want this to last as long as possible for him.

“I like hearing you, don’t be shy.”

He tries to hold back an embarrassed laugh, but he does a bad job of it.

“Are you comfortable in this position? I could…do this with you on your back.”

He nods, but you don’t know which part he’s nodding to.

“Lie down.”

You let go of him until he’s on his back and relaxing. His face is still flushed and his breathing is a little shaky, but his eyes are almost closed. He seems relaxed enough. You kiss him and wrap your hand around him again.

His eyes open fully when you begin to stroke him again. His lips part and you slide your tongue against his.

The moans coming from him become a little louder. His hand lightly grips and slides down you arm.

“I didn’t really prepare for this. It could be better…if we had lube.”

“It feels good.” He whispers and smiles into your mouth. “Oh, I do have some.”

“Where?” You slow down a bit and let go of his lips. “I can grab it.”

“It’s…” he laughs sleepily, “it’s in my bag on the chair, in the smaller black bag.”

You climb over him and jump off the bed. The bag is is already open and a few things have been pulled out, but you can see a small black bag on the side. “I found it,” you unzip it and look around.

“It’s in the other little bag inside of that.” He laughs again. “Everyone is very nosy.”

You unzip the second bag, and there it is. It’s small, and still looks pretty full. You turn and look at him, “for when you’re lonely and horny on the road.”

He laughs again. “Yes, exactly.”

You warm a small amount in your hand and push the blanket down a little. You’ve touched him, but you haven’t really looked anywhere besides his lips and eyes yet. Now you watch your hand slowly move up and down , and the warmth and slickness makes everything so much better. You can feel how good it is for him. Your heartbeat drops into your stomach and you can feel yourself getting wetter every time he lets himself moan.

But as wet as you think you might be, his size is still more intimidating than you expected.

“You’re very good at this.”

You don’t think you’ve ever heard his voice so soft.

“Yeah?”

He bites his lips and nods. “It feels so good.”

The room is warm, and the AC hasn't kicked on again. There are a few beads of sweat forming at his temple—you kiss him there and work your way down to his chest, then across his stomach.

The muscles tighten as you move across his hot skin, further and further down. When you slide your tongue across his head, he moans out the breath he’d been holding since you got to his chest. The sound he makes is desperate. He does it again when your lips close around him and your hand grips a little more tightly.

He wasn’t prepared for your mouth. He breathes out your name and it sends a wave of pleasure through you. His hand touches softly across your back and neck.

He says your name again.

“You okay, Minnie?” You kiss his stomach again and look up at him.

He nods and sits up, “can I touch you?”

You let go of him and straddle his stomach. He reaches for you and runs his fingers over the thin fabric. You put your hand over his and push your underwear to the side so he can feel you. There’s another, almost inaudible moan when he does.

Two fingers slip deep inside as you lean in to kiss him, and with your help, he gets the hang of moving inside of you.

You sigh sweetly into his mouth. You’re already much more sensitive than you normally would be. Every little movement he makes is causing just enough friction where you need it. The heel of his palm found your clit and you’re not sure he even realizes.

“I’m gonna come if you keep that up, wait a sec,” you stop his hand and take a deep breath.

“You are?” His voice cracks and he sits up more. His other hand has been digging into your hip, and he finally loosens his grip. There might be a bruise there later.

You grab his face and kiss him hard, then finally maneuver yourself out of your underwear while he’s there to keep you balanced. You reach behind and find his cock, stroke him a few times, and move back.

“Are you good if I…have a seat?” You laugh and wrap your other arm around his shoulder.

“Yes, very good,” he holds onto your waist to help steady you both.

When his head slides across you, he smiles and throws his head back. You do it again before carefully pushing him a little bit inside of you. It doesn’t take much to get another sound out of him.

“There’s a lot more to go,”

He looks drunk, but he smirks, “sorry.”

“For what?”

“For having a lot more to go,” he laughs.

“I’m not complaining.”

You push him deeper, just a little, because you’re not sure what your limit will be in this position.

And deeper. You watch him carefully. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open. You hold him tightly around the neck with both arms before slowly lifting yourself.

It takes a few more times before you find a rhythm , but when you do, you’re sure the sound Seungmin makes reaches the surrounding hotel rooms.

You try to quiet him with your mouth, but it only stifles him a little. You love the noise, but if the others are close enough to hear him, it might makes things awkward.

His hands hold your hips and slowly guide you up and down on his cock. You breath his name into his mouth, and he bites down on your lip.

His voice is a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Yes,” you whine and push yourself as far down as you can. It stings, just a little, and only for a moment. “You feel so good.”

He leans back to watch himself slide inside of you, and the lusty, satisfied look on his face is making the ride even smoother. “Do I?” He takes your face in his hand and runs his thumb along your lips and cheek.

The room disappears and all that exists is the feeling of him; his breath on your neck, his voice in your ears. His hands grip you tighter, lifting you, and holding you steady when he fills you up again.

He’s not ready for it when you pick up your pace. His fingers dig hard into your hips—you hear him swear under his breath as he attempts to keep himself under control.

“Talk to me, I wanna hear your voice. Do you like it, Minnie?”

Seungmin kisses your neck, his lips graze over your ear, “yes,” he manages through the soft sounds he can’t hold back, “yes, fuck. You feel amazing.”

You pull him away and look at him, arms still wrapped firmly around his neck. One hand slides up and into his hair. “I like you like this.”

“Like what?”

“Under me, lost in it. I thought you were sexy before…but—“

“You think I’m sexy?” His smile is cute and tipsy, voice is airy. If it weren’t for you holding him up, he’d be flat on his back.

All of the sudden, you’re snapped back to reality. Seungmin is there, eyes wide, but the room is back. You’re no longer floating. You lost control and went a little too hard, and it hurt. You make a pained sound and all of your weight is on his shoulders.

“Did I hurt you?” He holds you up and pulls out, and you’re now relieved to be giving your burning thighs a break.

“No, no you didn’t,” You have to kiss him to get rid of the worried look on his face. “That was my fault.”

“We should change positions.”

You lay back on the pillows and grab his waist when he crawls over you. Your legs fall open and rest on either side of him.

“This is a bad angle for you to look at,” he smiles and hides his face in your neck.

You lift his face back up, “is that a joke? You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever had between my legs.”

He whispers a no and hides his face again, but at the same time, his fingertips slide down your thigh as if he’s teasing you.

”Sexiest…” you moan into his ear and wrap your legs around him to bring him closer.

You don’t need to give him any more direction. He explores you briefly with his fingers before guiding himself in the same way you did; slow and gentle.

“I’ll be careful…” he slides in easily in this position, stopping short to make sure he isn’t going too far.

You take his hips and carefully pull him in the rest of the way.

A rough groan jumps out of him when you meet. He stays there and looks at you until you brush the hair from his eyes and speak. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” he smiles, looks down your body, then back up to your face. “Just like looking at you.”

“I’m the one with the view,” you kiss him and shift your hips, getting another sound out of him.

Now he’s finding a rhythm, but he’s much more reserved than you were. He seems to know his own limits, and maybe he’s trying not to overdo it and finish too fast.

“Is this okay?” He nuzzles into your ear and whispers before kissing you just below it.

“Yes,” your hands run up his sides and back, his neck, into his hair, “it’s perfect.”

He thrusts into you, very delicately, a few more times before slowing down. Then he stops completely, still inside of you. He’s breathing hard, eyes closed in concentration.

“Seungmin?”

“I just…need a few seconds.”

“Take your time,” you take his hand in yours and help his thumb find your clit.

He moves it in slow circles and watches you for any direction. But he does very well. He has a light touch, and a good pace. His hands are soft and warm. This, combined with him inside of you, looking down at you with eyes drunk with pleasure trying so hard not to come yet, is making everything happen very fast. But you don’t mind.

When he pulls out halfway and pushes back inside, you whimper and the pleased look on his face pushes you over the edge. He smiles and starts fucking you again, and he doesn't let up—you feel it coming. You moan much louder than you intend. He loves hearing it.

Your back arches up and your legs squeeze around him. It lasts a long time, and he doesn’t stop—just carefully touches you in the right spot until your body finally relaxes

“Wow…did you—”

You nod and try to catch your breath.

He doesn’t get through his question because it’s his turn. He comes hard and fast. The condom was completely forgotten up until this point, and he certainly doesn’t attempt to pull out. You don’t even allow yourself to dwell on it—you just enjoy the moment.

Seungmin’s mouth hangs open, and his eyes water. His moan is different this time; it’s more feral. His whole body tightens and moves in slow motion as his orgasm passes through him. He pumps into you until he can't take it anymore..

Then he’s catching his breath and regaining his composure. He comes down to kiss you, tucks an arm under your neck to bring you closer. He slowly pulls out and puts his weight on his knees.

“Come here…”

He listens and slowly lowers himself next to you. His hair is a little damp from sweat, and his face is pink. It’s a good look for him. You pull the sheet up and over both of you, then wipe at his brow with your thumb.

“That was nice,” he’s still catching his breath. His eyes close and you can see his body soften and relax on the pillows. “That was very nice.”

“Yeah, it was.”

“It was better than nice,” his eyes flutter open and he looks at you. Then he reaches out and pulls until there’s no space left between you. “It was much better than I thought it could be.”

“Wow,” you say into his neck. “That’s quite a compliment.”

“But I’m sorry, it’s probably not great that we didn’t use protection.”

“No, but I’ll take care of it in the morning.”

Someone’s phone buzzes.

“I think that was me,” Seungmin says and reaches behind him. His phone got lost somewhere underneath the blankets. As soon as he glances at the screen, he tosses it behind him again. “Are you going to stay the night?” He asks, arms tight around you again.

“I should get home before my mom starts to worry.”

He nods and tries to hide a pout.

“But you’re leaving in the morning, right?

“I think so, I’m not sure what time.”

“Would it be alright if I spent the night? So we can say goodbye.”

“Yes, that's a much better plan.”

“Can I use the shower?” You wiggle free of his grasp and look at him, “heat, concert, sex…that’s a lot to sleep in.”

Seungmin laughs and nods, “yes, go take a long hot shower.”

____

When you come back to the room, Seungmin is sitting at the desk writing. You can hear soft music playing from his phone. There are fresh clothes laid out on your side of the bed: the shirt you had on very briefly, and a pair of very comfy looking sweatpants.

“Are these for me?” You ask. He’s already cleaned up and redressed.

He closes his book he’s writing in and spins around in the chair, “yes, I’m sure they won’t fit very well, but they’re comfortable.”

“Thank you.” You drop your towel and pick up the shirt.

Seungmin stares at you as you pull it over your head, “what?” You laugh and grab the sweatpants. They are soft and they look expensive.

“Uhm, sorry…I didn’t see you without your bra before.”

You think he might be blushing.

“Oh!” You grab your chest, “I guess you didn’t. Come here.”

“Hm?” He smirks and walks toward you as you lift the shirt back over your head. “Oh…”

You take his hands and he immediately touches you, running his palms, and then his fingertips, over your nipples. They stiffen from his touch. He sits at the edge of the bed and pulls you closer, keeping one hand on your chest. The other runs down your side and over your ass. He squeezes and kisses the spot where your tattoo is.

This could turn into something very quickly, but right now you want nothing more than to get under the covers with him and sleep. You know he needs it.

“I like this,” he pulls at the hem of your shirt when you slip it back on. “You look cute in my clothes.”

____

It’s nice waking up next to him.

The room is still dark because the curtains are pulled shut, but not completely—little bits of sunlight make it in through the sides. You can see his sleeping face, cheek squashed against the pillow, lips slightly parted. He’s curled up tight in his spot with the blanket only covering his lower half, but one bare knee is far up enough to poke out.

His arm is reaching toward you, palm up and fingers curled. You slide your hand over the sheets and gently touch him. His fingers twitch and then close around yours.

He sighs deeply, then opens his eyes. First he looks at his hand holding onto yours, then his eyes move along your arm and up to where you’re laying on your pillow.

“Good morning,” he squeezes your hand and moves himself closer to you. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod and pull his hand up to your lips. “Did you?”

“Mhm, very well.”

“Did I tell you how amazing you were last night?” You ask and fluff his hair, “I mean…” you hide behind a hand, “I’m still asleep.”

“Well, I don’t know about…amazing.”

“The concert I mean!” you hide your face in the pillow, and Seungmin giggles as he tries to get you to look at him.

“I was okay I think.”

“The concert was…and you. I was focused on you the whole time.” You clarify as much as possible through your grin.

“You focused on Seungmin the whole time?”

“Yeah, the best part.

“And last night…last last night.” He smiles wide.

“Also focused on Seungmin.”

He pushes himself closer until his face disappears into your neck. “Thank you.”

A knock echoes through the room. Three heavy knocks. The voice that comes through is soft. “Seungmin, are you up?”

“Oh, it’s Lee Know. Stay here.”

You stay put and pull the covers up over your shoulders, but you turn to face the door. Seungmin opens the locks and pulls it open a few inches.

“What’s wrong? It’s still early.”

“I know, but I thought you might want to get breakfast,” Lee Know puts a palm on his side of the door and pushes, “can I not come in?”

“Uh, you can but…” Seungmin hesitates. “I’m not alone.” He gives in when Lee Know takes several steps into the room. He won’t be able to hide you for much longer.

“Oh,” he looks to the spot on the bed where you’re under a pile of covers. “Is it the girl, the one who was at the soundcheck?”

“Did IN tell you about her?.”

“No, Chan did. I should go. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to go,” you squeak out. You can just make him out from your spot, and when you pull the covers down from your nose, his whole body comes into view. Then you remember that one of them doesn't speak English very well, and you think it may have been him. You repeat yourself in Korean.

His eyes widen a bit. “Should we all get into bed, then?” He can be sarcastic and dry; you remember Seungmin mentioned that as well.

You sit up and look at him with a smirk on your face. “He’s the boss.” You nod toward Seungmin.

“You’re the boss,” Lee Know looks at Seungmin and winks. “Text me if you want to come.”

Now he turns to you, “nice to meet you,” he smirks and lets himself out.

Seungmin let’s out a long sigh when he’s gone.

“Come back to bed,” you move the blankets from his spot and fluff up his pillow. “Please.”

He listens and crawls back to your side. When he puts an arm around your waist and pulls you close, he says, “I was nervous about you meeting him.”

“Lee Know? Why were you nervous?”

“Am…am nervous, I guess.”

“You don’t think he’d like me?”

“The opposite, actually.” He hides his face in your chest and whines.

You oooh into his ear and it makes him giggle. “Does that tickle?” You move his hair and place a kiss there.

“I think you two are very similar.” Seungmin says. “You remind me of him sometimes, especially when we text.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“No,” he shakes his head, still shoved into your chest. “But, I just think you’d like him.”

You scoot yourself down until you’re face to face with him, but he still doesn’t lift his gaze. “Hey, look at me.”

He doesn't.

"Minnie?"

This time he listens, but he also gives you his best puppy eyes.

“You think I’ll get to know him and like him more than I like you?”

Seungmin nods.

“And that he’ll steal me away from you?”

He nods again, then stops and shakes his head, "You're not really mine to be stolen away..." he scrunches his face up in thought, wondering if his English made any sense.

“Well, I’m a little flattered you’d think someone else would like me that much. I’m much more flattered you don’t wanna have me stolen away.”

He rubs his eyes and sits himself up on the bed. “I’m sorry, I know we already talked about this.”

“We can talk about it again if you want to.”

He shakes his head and gets back under the covers. His hands find you and start to paw—at your side, your hip. He slides one down your outer thigh, and slowly back up. Then he starts to talk anyway. “He also knows Choonhee very well.”

“Okay, I think I'm understanding. I could have possibly been set up with Lee Know instead of Seungmin?”

You can hear his dramatic whine from underneath the covers. “It is very possible.”

“But I was set up with you for a reason. And you’re the first person I went on a date with since I left home, so I got very lucky.”

“Lucky?”

“Yeah, lucky. Good dates are hard to find.”

Seungmin pokes his head out from the covers and smiles at you. “I’m glad I was a good date.”

"You were a perfect date."

"You should call me Minnie more." He says it's softly, but his hands are in a dangerous spot. "All the time. I like it.

"You were a perfect date, Minnie."

[vink-spade15]

Some P4 + Clayton and Cheslock incorrect quotes

I'm sorry if they a bit OOC tho-

Edgar: On the count of three, what's your favorite cake? One, two, three-

Edgar and Lawrence, in unison: Chocolate cake peanut butter frosting with chocolate chunks!

Herman: Our turn, Violet! One, two, three- vanilla!

Violet, deadpan: I've never had cake, what is cake.

Edgar: Why are your tongues purple?

Herman: We had slushies.I had a blue one.

Violet: I had a red one.

Edgar: oh

Edgar:

Edgar: OH

Lawrence:

Lawrence: You drank each other's slushies?

Cop: You're receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Lawrence: Shit.

Edgar: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Violet: OH FUCK HERMAN FELL OFF-

Lawrence: You were stabbed. Do you remember anything?

Edgar: Only the ambulance ride to the hospital.

Lawrence: That wasn't an ambulance, I drove you.

Edgar: But I heard a siren.

Violet: That was Herman.

Herman: Sorry, I got nervous.

Lawrence: You know those things will kill you, right?

Edgar, pouring another glass of whiskey: That's the point.

Violet, smoking a cigarette: We're trying to speed up the process.

Herman: * Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

Lawrence: What do you want then?

Violet: Er… something work related.

Lawrence: What department is this?

Violet: Sorry?

Lawrence: Well, if it's work related you'd obviously know what department this is.What department is this?

Lawrence: * looks at Herman and Edgar* Some sort of homosexual department?

Lawrence: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no idea what to put in them. Any suggestions?

Violet: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you.

Herman: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am currently taking suggestions from everyone but you two.

Edgar: Put spaghetti in it.

Lawrence: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Lawrence: Violet, we're hungry!

Herman: Violet! What's for dinner?

Edgar: We're hungry, Violet!

Violet, frying a bottle of ketchup over the stove: * screams *

*Lawrence's helping Edgar out after he get injured, while the others are watching*

Violet: How does Edgar look?

Herman: A little better than you, actually.

Violet : you little shit-

Lawrence: You guys worried about Edgar?

Violet: Totally!

Herman: Yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, "what do I do, what do I do, what do I do, what do I do?"

Lawrence: And what'd you say?

Herman: "I dunno, I dunno, I dunno, I dunno."

Violet:

Lawrence: he lucky to have you as a friend unfortunately

Lawrence: Isn't it weird that we pay money to see other people?

Edgar: Plane tickets?

Violet: Concert tickets?

Herman: Prostitution?

Lawrence, holding their broken frames: Glasses. And second HERMAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FU-

*Everyone is standing around the broken coffee maker*

Lawrence: So.Who broke it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know.

Everyone:

Edgar: ...I did.I broke it.

Lawrence: No.No you didn't. Herman?

Herman: Don't look at me. Look at Violet.

Violet: What?!I didn't break it.

Herman: Huh, that's weird. How'd you even know it was broken?

Violet: Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken.

Herman: Suspicious.

Violet: No, it's not!

Clayton: If it matters, probably not, but Cheslock was the last one to use it.

Cheslock: Liar! I don't even drink that crap!

Clayton: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?

Cheslock: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles.Everyone knows that, Clayton!

Edgar: Okay let's not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Lawrence.

Lawrence: No! Who broke it!?

Everyone:

Clayton: Lawrence...Herman's been awfully quiet.

Herman: REALLY?!

* Everyone starts arguing*

Lawrence, being interviewed: I broke it.I burned my hand so I punched it.

Lawrence: I predict 10 minutes from now they'll be at each other's throats with warpaint on their faces and a pig head on a stick.

Lawrence:

Lawrence: Good.It was getting a little chummy around here.

Herman: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Lawrence: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Clayton: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and it burned.

Cheslock: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Violet: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it in my hand and I got a really bad burn.

Edgar: I have emotional scars.

*Squad reactions to being told "I love you"*

Lawrence: oh no

Edgar: thanks fam!

Herman: * cries * I love you too

Violet: Sounds fake but okay

Clayton: * A flustered mess*

Cheslock: can i get a refund?

Lawrence, rubbing his temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Clayton: But Lawrence, we don't smoke.

Lawrence: Cut the crap, Clayton. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Lawrence: *points at Cheslock* One! *points at Edgar* Two! *points at Herman* Three! *points at Violet* Four! *points at Clayton* Five!

Lawrence: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Violet: *puts a cigarrette in Lawrence's hand*

Lawrence: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

Lawrence: Edgar... How do I begin to explain Edgar?

Herman: Edgar is flawless.

Violet: I hear his hair's insured for $10,000.

Clayton: I hear he do car commercials... in Japan.

Cheslock: One time they punched me in the face...it was awesome.

Lawrence, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here.

Edgar: Hey.

Herman: Hi.

Violet: Hello.

Clayton: Hey!

Lawrence: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only!

Cheslock: We were out of Doritos. And it is an emergency that we out of Doritos.

[arsenal-womens-1]

Viv x beth

Viv pov 

Beth has been acting strange for the past two months. I can't figure out why she has been acting weird, and I've asked, but she won't tell me what's wrong. I'm getting worried. 

 

Last month, she got me tickets to the era's tour. The tickets are for today, and she has been nervous all day, but when I ask what's wrong, she says nothing. I don't know what to think. 

 

But I need to get ready to go. 

 

 

We go and get in the car . When get there, Beth is acting weirder. I'm starting to get worried. "Beth, are you okay?" She looks at me with her beautiful smile and eyes and says, "I'm good." 

 

I just go with it. We get in and sit down. She comes out on the stage and starts to sing. 

 

We are halfway through the concert when Love Story starts playing. 

 

 

We were both young when I first saw you.

I close my eyes, and the flashback starts.

I'm standing' there.

On a balcony in the summer air

See the lights, see the party, and see the ball gowns.

See you make your way through the crowd.

And say, "Hello."

Little did I know.

When you were Romeo, you were throwing' pebbles.

And my dad said, "Stay away from Juliet."

And I was crying' on the staircase.

Begin' you, "Please don't go," and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.

I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.

You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess.

It's a love story, baby; just say, "Yes."

So I sneak out to the garden to see you.

We keep quiet, 'cause we'd be dead if they knew.

So close your eyes.

Escape this town for a little while.

'Cause you were Romeo, I was a scarlet letter.

And my dad said, "Stay away from Juliet."

But you were everything to me.

I was beggin' you, "Please don't go," and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.

I'll be waiting; all there's left to do is run.

You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess.

It's a love story, baby; just say, "Yes."

Romeo, save me; they're trying to tell me how to feel.

This love is difficult, but it's real.

Don't be afraid; we'll make it out of this mess.

It's a love story, baby; just say, "Yes."

Oh, oh

I got tired of waiting.

I wonder' if you were ever coming' around.

My faith in you was fading.

When I met you on the outskirts of town and I said, Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone.

I keep waiting for you, but you never come.

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.

 

As she sings the next lyrics, Beth turns me around and gets on one knee. "vivianne miedema will you marry me?" 

 

I stand there socked "Yes." She gets up and puts the ring on my finger and gives me a kiss. I'm still shocked that she asked me to marry her.

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I know this is crap but I’m posting all my one shots here that I’ve already written and new ones and stories

[lovelyiida]

I’m srry if ur not comfy with writing for mha girls but I’ve been wondering if u can find time to write jirou headcannons? Tysm if u do!

OMG IM SO COMFY WITH WRITING ABOUT THE MHA GIRLS DW!! I've actually been waiting for someone to ask me to write about the mha girls for a minute so thank you for your service lol. I also have a Mina fic otw, but that's another conversation for another day ;)

JIRO KYOUKA HEADCANNONS WOULD INCLUDE:

when the both of you first met, you guys instantly clicked.

it was the first day of class, you had so many thought running through your head at that moment:

were you good enough to become a pro-hero?

did you really deserve to be here?

will you actually make it?

is this even your calling?

sitting at your desk your hands were occupied with a fistful of your uniform. you look down at your legs, lips quivering and eyes watering, you were so nervous.

"hey? are you alright?" you heard a soft voice say. your head rises, snapping out of your nervous thoughts you try and show a smile.

"um yeah! I'm just so nervous." you look away in embarrassment, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. looking back you take in the unknown female's looks.

her dark eyes look into yours deeply, her short dark purple hair laying perfectly around her face. you notice her give you a deadpanned look.

"you're obviously not alright⏤here, we can listen to music together before the bell," she says, she lets out a shy smile as she removes a singular headphone from her ear and extends it out for you to grab.

a little dazed by the confident proposal, you nod and give her a slight bow. placing the single headphone in, you patiently wait for the girl to play her music.

when she presses play, your eyes light up.

"you know this band?" you beamed, the girl's eyes widened as well at your sudden burst of energy. "hell yeah! they're like the hottest thing out on the underground scene! I just went to one of their concerts!" she says back, a light blush on her face forms as she chuckles in excitement.

"what's your name?" you asked.

"Jiro Kyouka! and you?" she says, you tell her your name and the both of you formally greet each other with a bow.

after that day, both of you were hip-to-hip.

it didn't matter where either of you was, because you were always together.

and everyone knew that.

"hey, have you seen L/n? I need help with my combat skills," Mina says.

"y'know they're with Jiro," Bakugo says.

the both of you always went out places or hung out at each other's dorms and listened to music.

you loved it when Jiro would send links to her favorite music, and she'd love it when you'd do the same.

sometimes if the both of you were bored, you guys would make stupid songs on garage band, ultimately leaving the room with stomach cramps with how hard you laughed at Jiro's fried auto-tuned vocals.

there's one time when the both of you were getting tickets to see your favorite popular band, hovered over the computer in the lunchroom waiting for the ticket sale to drop. eyes wide open, staring into the blue LED screen, feeling that if you looked away for one second you'd lose all your chances.

you had all the devices possible, computers, tablets, and phones, the both of you were completely silent clicking any button possible to buy the tickets.

"I got them!" Jiro screamed loudly, the both of you crashed into each other's arms and started to scream like wild banshees. there were a couple of odd stares from people in the lunchroom, but that didn't matter.

and when you guys finally went to the concert, you guys screamed even louder. yelling out the lyrics like your life depended on it, hands entwined the whole night.

taking so many photos together that night, you had so much fun you'd never forget this moment ever.

voices hoarse and eyes tired, you had a sleepover in your room after the concert crashing in the bed...you fell asleep so quick you didn't even notice that you guys cuddled the whole night.

everyone seeing the life drained out of you and Jiro as they first hand witnessed the effects of post-concert depression.

sometimes there would be times when the both of you just co-existed with one another.

no talking, no interaction was needed, just the feeling of each other's presence was enough.

and on days when that wasn't the case, Jiro was there for you no matter what.

if you felt down, she'd be the first person to cheer you up, singing one of the weird songs the both of you made to make you laugh

letting out a weary smile, you huff out a breath and wrap your arms around her waist and embrace her into a soft hug. "what would I do without you, Jiro?" you mumbled into her shoulder.

"I don't know...die?" she says, sarcasm oozing from her lips.

the both of you burst into laughter, she hugs you even tighter now.

"I don't know what I would do without you either, L/n..."

you knew you never felt out of place when you were with Jiro, you always felt so in tune with her. you knew her deepest secrets, she covered all your wounds and healed all your scars.

you were complete.

is it weird to giggle at your own writing, this was so cute I literally was melting into my bed the more a typed this out. I hope you liked this anon!

⏤lovelyiida<3

[translatemunson]

track five — the ex tapes

warnings: not proofread. female reader.

author's note: THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE DURING THIS SERIES! (sorry i took too long to update). this is the last chapter, and the epilogue will be posted tomorrow! hope you like it!

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It has been weeks. Eddie kept his part of the promise. No calls, no mentions of you — actually, he only talked about how amazing it was to work with Charlie Rogers and how he was happy to get someone that’s not usually from the rock scene to work on something so honest, but so powerful at the same time.

Having your name on the credits had turned out to be a thing for a successful song. You were working so much these days that you feel you’re reaching your limits. Of course, working with Corroded Coffin added a few more people interested to your list, and you were trying to fit everyone.

But you just couldn’t.

That’s why you decided to go on a break. It was a good time since Nancy and Robin were in town, so you would have some time to go out and help them find a place to move in. Driving around LA and having late nights with your friends was everything you needed to keep your mind off work.

And away from the new hit song from Corroded Coffin. 

Kinda impossible to forget when the song keeps playing non stop at every radio station. A few days ago, you got a special delivery from the band’s manager: a VIP ticket and an official invite to watch them at one of the sold out Los Angeles concerts, where they would play the song live for the first time. Little did he know you already had tickets for the most distant seat from the stage.

That’s where you’re watching the concert right now. You bought their CDs, listened to all their songs, learned how to sing them. And even if it hurted you to admit, you are really liking it. The energy, how they can control the crowd and engage effortlessly.

And Eddie. You can’t take your eyes off him.

The lights are lowered and the instruments stop. Eddie takes the center stage, a different guitar in his hands. It’s the same one he played when you recorded the song. He pulls his hair back and smiles.

“Having a good time?” The crowd screams. “Glad to hear that. I’m kinda nervous, y’know? I have this special song, like you all heard it already and something says it’s a fans’ favorite,” he smiles and you swear he found you in the middle of the crowd. No, it’s just something in your mind. “It’s also my favorite. This one is special because I wrote it with someone that’s really good with words, and I feel like this is more personal than anything that I wrote.”

His confession is followed by a small pause. He scans the faces around, looking at a specific place close to the stage. Maybe that’s where he was expecting to see you. As soon as reality hits — you’re not there, you didn’t accept his offer — he looks to the band and then smiles to the crowd, wearing the Eddie rockstar Munson mask over his sadness.

“I feel like since this is our second sold out show in LA, I might sing it live. What do you think?”

Everyone screams. People know the words to it, and as a songwriter you can’t lie, this is always fulfilling. However this one song hurts the most to hear. Eddie strums the first note and you feel like someone is taking your heart out.

You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Everyone sings it together. You hold your body tightly, but you can’t avoid moving your head with the melody. 

There's a few lines that I have wrote

In case of death, that's what I want, that's what I want

So don't be sad when I'll be gone

There's just one thing I hope you know, I loved you so

It’s funny to hear it. You’re almost sure those lines were written by you, but when Eddie sings it, he makes it his.

'Cause I don't even care about the time I've got left here

The only thing I know now is that I wanna spend it

With you, with you nobody else here

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

Eddie’s voice gets heavier and stronger on the chorus. He’s singing from his heart, it’s more transparent than when you recorded. It’s like he’s in pain, real pain. Heart being torn apart, every single emotion being pulled out of him.

I'm sorry but I gotta go

If you'll ever miss me give this song another go

And I just keep on thinking how you made me feel better

And all the crazy little things that we did together

In the end, in the end, it doesn't matter

If tonight is gonna be the loneliest

It hits you harder than you expect. You’re sobbing, tears rolling down your face. Because this song is so personal it is strange to hear it in the voice of thousands of people. You can’t remember anymore which part it’s yours, which is Eddie’s and which lines you wrote together, eyes connecting and words matching.

As the guitar solo starts, you decide you can’t take it anymore. You hold your bag closer to your chest and walk towards the exit. That’s the limit.

You leave the venue almost immediately. You’re running, the tears making your vision blurry, people asking you if you’re alright. No, you’re not, but you don’t wanna say it out loud. You find the first vacancy cab and give the address to the bar where you're meeting your friends.

It’s not impossible to find Steve waving his arms, complaining about never beating Robin in any game. Robin is laughing, holding their beers and begging Steve to let this go. Nancy sees you first and says “Steve, stop, she’s here.”

“Y/N?” he spots the signs that you’ve been crying. “Come here, you need a drink and a few hugs,” Steve opens his arms, but you can’t move.

“Hey, let’s get your face washed, ok?” Nancy steps in, holding your hand and taking you out of your mind. “We’ll be right back, guys.”

You follow Nancy to the back of the bar, not paying attention to anyone around you. You let her guide you to the sink, get some paper towels and remove the make up stains. You do your best to not start crying again. Nancy whispers that everything is gonna be alright while doing it.

“Do you want me to watch over your drinks tonight? I’m not opposed to the idea of you drinking to get these out, but maybe you should be careful,” she says as she throws away the paper towels. 

“No, it’s fine, I’m not drinking today. I promised Steve I would drive his car back, so no alcohol for me.” You check yourself in the mirror, glad that Nancy still does a pretty good job as one of your best friends. “You can drink your weight in alcohol, tho, I’ll let you crash in my bed for the night.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. The sofa is comfortable, so don’t worry.”

“Let’s go back, Steve ordered fries and mini burgers before you arrived,” and then Nancy is holding your hand and dragging you back to the table. 

Robin moves in the booth to give you space, and you sit across from Steve and Nancy. He looks for any signs that something is very wrong, and when there’s none — already used to your super emotional persona, and he doesn’t think it’s bad — he asks “Did he talk to you?”

“Steve!” Nancy slaps his arm.

“Ouch! No, but really, did he see you?”

“I’ve told you I was going on my own, staying far away from him. So, no, Steve, we didn’t talk,” you feel your lips getting bitter. Robin passes you the soda she got you. “Thanks, Robie.”

“And the song? Did he play it?”

“Yes, he did. And it was perfect,” you admit. “Can we just not talk about it? I'd rather die than think about Eddie Munson.”

“Wait, just one more question!” Robin has the devilish smile that sends a wave of fear through your bones. “Do you still love him?”

“Robin, not a good time,” Nancy rolls her eyes. 

“She clearly does, and I’m not letting her run away from this chance.”

“He promised me we would follow our separate paths, and I’m doing my part.” You still didn’t tell any of your friends that Eddie kissed you before you went back home that day. And you would die before sharing this detail.

“Such a talented songwriter, but so dumb. Y/N, really, that boy is in love with you. It’s been weeks since you wrote it, I can’t believe you’re not seeing each other,” Steve says.

“Well, we had a meeting to agree on my part of the deal, but that was it.” Yeah, you walked into the room with your manager, Eddie and his team, but it was a short meeting. He sat there and insisted that you would get the bigger cut of the revenue of the song — since they decided to release it as a special single —, and you just agreed. Papers were signed and that was it. He didn’t even talk directly to you.

“Stupid Y/N,” Robin sights.

“Can we just move on to something else? Please.”

“So, we finally decided on which apartment we’re renting,” Nancy says. 

“Please tell me it’s the one close to the beach, I would love to crash there after a long day,” you share your thoughts, even though everyone knows it already. Maybe you should break your lease and get this one. 

“Hm, no, actually we made an offer to rent the unit across yours!” Robin shares excitedly. “We should move in next month!”

“And since Johnathan only lives a few hours up north, we are finally gonna be back together!” Robin adds.

“No way!” Steve celebrates. “That’s amazing news! But how did you get it?”

“Oh, Nancy met the lady that owns the place a few days ago and used her persuasive skills to convince her to let us rent it,” Robin explains, dipping her fries in ketchup.

“That’s great! So happy to have you close again! We’re throwing a house welcome party! We can invite some of your LA friends so you could also meet them and create a circle for you as well,” you’re already making plans, finally getting a missing piece back to you.

“Yes! Dinners on me!“ Steve announces.

“I’ll bring the music! And some guys and ladies that might catch your attention,” you blink.

Steve waves to someone behind you, but you assume he’s just calling the waiter to get more beers. 

“It’s gonna be one hell of a party!” Robin cheers.

“Am I invited?” The voice you could recognize anywhere.

He steps closer to the table, wearing fresh clothes and his classic denim vest. Robin slips to the middle of the booth and you have no option but to make space for him.

“Eddie, you came!” Steve says and gives you a I’m sorry smile. “How was the concert?”

“It was great. Nancy! Robin! If I knew you were in town, I’d brought you all to the concert,” he takes the vacancy seat by your side and shots you a timid smile. “Did you get the VIP ticket I’ve sent you?”

“You had a VIP ticket and still went with the shitty tickets?” Robin is furious at you.

“So you were there?” Eddie smiles.

There are four pairs of eyes on you and none of it helps with your feelings. You face Eddie and push him out of the place he just took.

“Ouch! Is that a way to treat a rockstar?” He says, a lot of humor in his words.

“Shut up, Munson,” you stare at your friends, “don’t go anywhere without me, or I’m making your lives miserable.”

“Why should we leave?,” Steve makes himself more comfortable, and you know he can’t wait to watch you from the other side of the bar.

“Good luck finding another roommate, Steven.”

“I have two right here,” he points to Nancy and Robin.

You leave the table and Eddie follows you to the exterior area of the bar. He lights a cigarette and leans on the wall. 

“I was there,” you admit.

“I know, my manager saw you walk in,” Eddie spills like it’s no big deal. So he knew you were there even before your friends said it. “You should’ve accepted my gift, you know, it would’ve been a better experience.”

“I thought we were walking away from each other's lives.”

“Well, I guess I can’t do it. Because I wanted you there,” his eyes avoid yours like the plague. “But you still went there, on your own terms.”

“Guess I can’t do it as well,” you hug your body and walk until you are face to face with him, “and now we are here.”

“How do you wanna spend your time, darling? Answer truly.”

“You’re not using our song to start this conversation,” you laugh.

“Yes, I am. Because I know that I wanna spend my time with you.”

His words hit you right in the face, and you take a step back. You convinced yourself that the kiss didn’t mean anything to him, because he hadn’t tried to reach you. You were trying to keep your promise, but it was hard not to ignore it when the old flames reignited after the kiss.

“Eddie…”

“No, Y/N, no what ifs this time around. We are older, we have the means to make this work, we are not just two teenagers trying to hurt each other. I just need to know if you feel the same way.” He tosses the cigarette and takes one step closer.

“That’s unfair, Eddie.” The tears roll down your face and Eddie reaches to hold you closer. “The moment I walked into the studio I knew I never had gotten over you. Besides, it was never easy to understand you.” 

You expect him to say something. The game you’ve been playing for so long must end. And if it isn’t now, then it’s never. After all, maybe you don’t understand how he makes you feel this way. Faster heart, lighter thoughts, honesty all over your veins.

“You do understand me, darling. You made it very clear with your letters, your poems, your songs, your actions,” Eddie steps into your personal space, hands reaching for your face. “You were the only one that could do it.”

“Yet I still said those terrible things to you.”

“Who cares? I’ve said things I regret as well. But I don’t regret calling you, with my heart in my hands,” your foreheads touch and he lowers his voice. “I wasn't gonna let you slip through my fingers again.”

“Eddie…”

“That promise was stupid. Please.”

His eyes are dark and focused on you. You move your hands to his face, cupping his cheeks and finding out that all the things you love are still there. Eddie is here.

He closes his eyes and sighs, a breathy “I love you” escaping his lips.

“I love you, Eddie,” you confess. “And I will love you until my heart stops beating.”

“Hope this day never comes,” he opens his eyes. “Because I've been stupidly in love with you since the day we met.”

The confession is raw. You expect him to kiss you like that day in the studio, but when his lips press your cheeks, you get it. The whole world is watching the both of you: he’s on the stage, you’re in the studios. And he wants to take things slow. And you’re fine with that, as long as he never leaves you again.

“Let’s go back inside and annoy the shit out of those idiots,” you suggest, and he laughs.

“Just like old times?”

“Better than them.”

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[iamthecomet]

IM GOING TO TAMPA RITUALLLLLLLL AAAAAAAAAH.

Except I'm going by myself... It's like 2 hours away... and I've never been to a concert before (always been super low funds, but got big them job recently) I'm scared??? Idk what it's like or what to expect... any tips??

FIRST OF ALL CONGRATULATIONS!! Both on ritual tickets AND your big them job!!

It's totally normal to be scared or nervous! But you don't have to be ♡. What to expect depends on if you got pit tickets or seats! The pit can be a little anxiety inducing your first time because it's a lot of people standing very close together. But Ghost is a great band to be on the floor for because the crowd is generally NICE. We're all weirdos, you know?

Concerts are loud. Feel it in your bones loud. Which is good and bad. Ear plugs are your friends (don't be like me and never wear them).

If you have pit (VIP or not) you might want to line up early to try to get a good spot so you can see.

Eat beforehand. Drink beforehand. When youre excited/nervous it can be hard to feel hungry or thirsty but it's going to be HOT and you will need calories and hydration.

Talk to people in line! Make concert friends. Everyone is there for the same thing! And so it's easy to find things in common and it makes the waiting fun instead of boring.

COMFORTABLE SHOES i cannot stress that enough.

Read the venue FAQs before you go. It'll tell you what you're allowed to bring in or not.

If you're standing and want to buy merch do it after the show. Sucks to hold it the whole time.

You might be nervous until the music starts....once it does though? Everything else is gone. You are there with all these people who love Ghost too. You are there WITH GHOST. And there is nothing like it.

Concerts can be nerve wracking but they're meant to be fun. Everyone is there for the same thing you are--and sometimes it helps to remind yourself of that. rituals are fuckin magical. I am SO GLAD you get to go to one ♡

Im happy to talk it through with you more too, if you have any other questions ♡. I'm so excited for youuu.

If I missed anything or if anyone else wants to add tips/tricks/advice feel free!!

[elen4sstuff]

BTS and y/n meeting

Prompt: You are a huge army and you finally get tickets to a BTS concert where you meet BTS's members

TW: I don't think that there's any trigger warning in this story but let me know if I should add one

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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I have been a huge army since they released their first song. Even though I was really young back then , I remember the amazement I felt while listening to it. Just a week ago, me and my bestie bought tickets for their concert. Omg I am so excited! I can't stop thinking about the idea of meeting them in real life.

A week later...

This day finally came! Right now I am standing in front of my closet and trying to pick an outfit for today's concert. I have nothing to wear. I finally decide on the BTS top I have and a pair of jean shorts. I wait for my bestie to come over to my house and go together to the concert.

Me and Jennie entered the concert stadium, both excited and nervous. I couldn't believe I was actually meeting them.

After an hour of waiting in the stadium, BTS finally appeared on the stage looking at the huge crowd. All the armys shouted and then BTS started singing to "boy with love".

Me and my bestie started singing too and tried to get BTS's attention. Sadly all the armies had the same plan and no one noticed us.

The time passed and BTS started singing to the last song of their new album. On the one hand I was happy that the concert had come to an end because after the concert BTS would have their fan meeting and all the armies would have the opportunity to meet and talk to them. On the other hand,I was sad that the concert would end because I knew that I couldn't meet them again.

After the song ended, BTS went backstage to get ready for their fan meeting. Me and my bestie were screaming loudly because we knew that the time we had waited for months finally came and we quickly went to the fan meeting room.

BTS arrived later than we actually expected and looked kinda tired because of the long lasting concert. Me and my bestie waited for our turn and after a few minutes we finally saw them. BTS waved at us and we started talking to the members one to another. Then It was my turn to talk to my bias, jungkook, and I was fascinated about it. Jungkook waved at me and I moved towards him, suddenly I slipped on the wet floor and fell down. Jungkook looked at me worried and surprised he helped me stand up and asked me if I was okay. I was shocked for a little while when I realized what was actually happening. It took me a few seconds to respond and then I said "yes I am fine thank you for helping me". He smiled at me and then said" it was nothing how are you feeling today?"

" I am really excited, I've been waiting for this day for months" I say.

" I see that" he says while laughing

He asks me about my favourite BTS song, my bias, about the time I started stunning them and a lot of questions. Unfortunately, the time passed faster than I expected and it was time to goodbye him. I was so sad and happy at the same time because I knew I was one of the few armies that had the opportunity to meet the BTS members face to face, but on the contrary, I was sad because I knew that this moment came to an end.

Me and my bestie leave the stadium sad but proud and we start planning about the next time we are going to meet BTS members. Even though we knew that the next time we were going to see them would be away from now, we never lost our hope. We were checking their events on a daily basis.

I will never forget that day. It is one of the most remarkable moments of my life. It still seems like a fairy tale to me or a fake scenario I thought about. But I know it is real. Everything from this day is real.

And yep... I am still searching for their events and planning to go to their new concert in 8 months. It would be a long time but I am not disappointed about it because I know that the moment I see them again I will think that it was worth the wait.

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[queen-elizab3th]

Kim Dracula @ Irving Plaza, NYC

[03.10.24]

...Soooo, I met Kim Dracula 😭💖

First of all, I just wanna give a shout out to all the fans that came out to the show. I met A LOT of people that night and every single one of them was so friendly and I felt so comfortable around everyone. It was the most comfortable I've ever felt around a huge group of strangers at a concert. It was unbelievable. The amount of love and respect was real. 💖

Now onto the events of the night... My sister hooked us up with VIP tickets and both of us met kim. ✨😭✨

I was so unbelievably shy when I went up to Kim. They met me with a huge smile and a wave. Girl, I've never been so stunned by someones beauty that hard before, like, holy shit. 😍

Kim is fucking TALL. Almost broke my neck trying to look up at their face. It was like trying to look up into heaven lmao.

I had plans to actually say words to them and have a small conversation but my anxiety took over, so after saying hi, I asked them for a hug, and they said "sure" while slightly giggling. Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm assuming they were amused at how loud and high pitched my voice was. Despite being super nervous, I was excited af. After hugging, I told them that they were soo beautiful and all I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears so I have no idea if they responded but they were definitely STILL smiling. 🫠 Then we took some pictures, and I thanked them and waved bye. They did the same.

I definitely got the vibe that they were shy and maybe a bit.... Awkward?? But they were very sweet and I wish I could've put them in a pokéball and take them home with me. 😭

The actual show was phenomenal, from beginning to end. I was definitely blown away by the openers. Tallah and Jeris Johnson were very high energy and I'm definitely gonna look up more music by them.

Kim was on a whole other level with their stage presence. I had no idea what to expect but I was surprised at how theatrical the whole band is, not just Kim. Everyone that was on stage lit that shit up.

The fucking intro to Kims' set... Kim creeping out of a coffin will DEFINITELY be the most memorable concert moment of all time. Also, the greatest entrance of all time.

Seeing, or hearing rather, all of Kim's vocal ranges live was insane. They never missed a beat and effortlessly switched between ranges.

At some point during the show, I stopped taking videos and pictures, I even stopped singing. I just wanted to take it all in. I looked at all the band members and looked a kims face for some moments and all I could think was, "They're definitely going places in this world, they're gonna be fucking huge". It made me genuinely happy and excited for them. Then I went back to fangirling. 😂

Being serenaded by a saxophone and inflatable turkey dinner presented by Wellin was another unexpected thing that happened during the show and I was LIVING for that fantasy lmao. (For thoes that don't know, Wellin is kims' brother, and he also plays guitar for kim.)

In my opinion, the songs that got the loudest pop were "Drown" and "Make Me Famous". There's just something about the fans being louder than the band that makes me so happy. ☺️

Also, my sister and I managed to get the setlist after the show. 🎉

And so, that's all for now. There might be somethings I missed but thoes were the main things I remembered. ☺️

💖

[lazyauthor9000]

Casey jones jr x singer! reader plz!

A/N: Sorry this took a while to get out, BUT WE LOVE CASEY JR HERE, MUAH. Also, as I've said in my rules, please do make sure to add how you want it, or it may not be to your satisfaction!

Paring: Rise!Casey Jr. x GN!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Type: One-shot

WARNINGS: None

Reader: Gender-neutral

"I've only ever heard these in stories, but seeing it in person is just... Wow!" Casey was really amazed by all the beauty and life buzzing around the cities. It was a big change for him, really. After literally being hunted down for years and having no rest with having to keep on a look out constantly, it was uncomfortable at first but he was starting to get the hang of it.

Currently in the underground city, Leonardo was walking along with his brothers, seeing around until his eyes landed on something. "Hey, guys, take a look at this!" Leo looked all giddy so Casey walked over and stood next to the blue turtle. It was a poster. There was no other explanation and Casey could only raise an eyebrow in confusion, "Who's this?"

Leo was about to explain until Donnie and Mikey pushed him aside, "That's (Name), their band is the most popular as of right now." "I've been a fan ever since their first song came out!" Donnie sighed in content until he was pushed aside by Leo. Mikey nervously laughed and quickly went to check out art supplies that were on display.

"Any-ways... Since you haven't developed a good taste in music yet, I thought maybe we could take you to one of their concerts." Leo grinned. Raph nodded, "Not a bad idea, Leo! I'll grab the snacks when we get there."

"Yeah! I'll go ahead and text Sunita and Cassandra if they'd like to come." April had already taken her phone out, quickly sending out a message.

"Donnie will buy the tickets-."

"On it."

Casey could only chuckle at their antics, wondering what in the world a concert was.

~~~

(Name) appeared on the stage. They stood in the front of the spotlight, trying to see through the fog. (Name) breathed in, then out. It was time to give a performance.

They put on a bright smile, "Are you all ready to hear some music?!" They moved their mic towards the crowd, hearing the cheers from the audience. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!"

The crowd only cheered louder. (Name) nodded in satisfaction, putting the mic to their lips when the drums and electric guitar started.

Casey was mesmerized. Their vocals, the way they moved to the rhythm, just everything about them had Casey choked up.

Leo noticed this and nudged the boy, winking teasingly and cheering along with the crowd. Casey's eyes just wouldn't leave their form.

After such an experience, he couldn't stop talking about it. The turtles were glad they took him, as he seemed to look a lot brighter than other days.

~~~

A few months have passed since that fateful day of his first ever concert, and since then he's been getting to know about their music. Casey became obsessed like never before. The songs that played in his earbuds almost everyday really motivated him to keep moving forward.

And here we are. After a while in waiting in line, Casey nervously looked up and saw (Name), his literal idol. He was at a meet and greet that everyone urged him to go to, and so he took that chance.

He was stiff as a board as he walked up to the stand, making (Name) chuckle as they waved, "Hey! How are you today?" They greeted excitedly, grabbing a marker to sign whatever Casey brought. Casey tried to seem confident, but he couldn't help but feel so nervous. He gave (Name) a white t-shirt as he tried to calm his nerves. "I'm doing well, how about you?"

(Name) signed the shirt and looked up at him, "I'm doing quite well myself, thank you for asking!" Casey felt his heart swell at that. Seeing as he was the last person in line, (Name) urged him to sit down and talk.

"So, what do you think about my music?" They asked, interested in what he had to say. At that, his thoughts, questions, everything that was on his mind had eagerly flooded from his mouth.

(Name) welcomed it with a big smile as they answered some questions and left some out to figure out on his own. They both got along quite well, it was refreshing not having to put on a fake smile all the time.

(Name) became intrigued by the boy. They couldn't place their finger on it, but he felt... Different, somehow. Not in a bad way, of course. As Casey rambled on, (Name) listened, chiming in here and there so as to not stop him from talking as they quite enjoyed his company. The time finally came where Casey had to leave as time ran out for both of them.

Although a bit bummed, he felt light and a lot more warm than usual. He didn't know what to call this feeling, as it was a first.

"It was great talking to you, I'll be looking forward to seeing you again at my future concerts!" (Name) smiled and got an idea. They grabbed a sticky note and quickly scribbled down something. "I don't give my number to just anyone, so keep this between us, yeah?" They handed it to Casey.

Casey stared in awe, quickly nodding, "Of course. Thank you for your time, it was a pleasure meeting you!"

Bidding your goodbyes, Casey knew he would never forget this day as he exited out of the building. He smiled to himself and neatly folded the paper to stuff it into his pocket.

A/N: Trying to get the feel of writing again, hopefully this was okay and you enjoyed it. <3 If anyone is interested in giving writing tips, I'm all ears!

[withleeknow]

lmao not the big work screen that's brave of you here's another one but less 😵 and more 🥰 vm.tiktok.com/ZGe378eMP/ - genuine q. concerning 🐹/🐈‍⬛: when are we never in the rabbithole??? *complains about the microwave*- *proceeds to feed the microwave* speaking of, hi welcome to your en-o'clock era 👀 this compilation is the most accurate preview of what's in store: vm.tiktok.com/ZGe37yXGA/

icl seungmin and mimo in ate?? still not over that bridge + that genre of mimo? i'm thinking the Δ composition = fwb/fboy!mimo + pining-bsf!seungmin 😶‍🌫️ WT: I CAN HEAR THE COGS TURNING + SENSE THE ANGST FROM MILES AWAY ISTG WOMAN THE REVEALLLL I'M GONNA SCREAM 🕊🦋

“what am i doing with an enhypen album” im crying 😭😭 consider yourself ✨️ influenced ✨️ she really is the prettiest - I didn't realise just how cute/cozy their photoshoot concepts were for inceptio 🥺 also asia!! 💓 whereabouts are you headed?

i'm surprised you're still here bc 🥟's given us not one but TWO ig lives this week 😭😭 AND THE TOUR CLIPS SO FAR?? BANGCHAN??! SMILEY MIMO W/ HIS BLUE HOODIE? THE THUNDEROUS STAGE?!!

i'm already on ep 27 bc i'm a fast watcher lol but YOOOOOOOO why did nobody tell me about niki 😭 he's ADORABLE YO, my new son omg i immediately adopted him. the most precious baby someone protect him at all costs 😭 also i've been looking at sunghoon lol we're pleasantly surprised. i had zero clue about his personality but after watching this, hello....... interesting....... just hear me out - he reminds me of mimo sometimes :o personality wise and also in some shots he looks like mimo to me lolll. ALSO i'm sure you've probably seen this but it came up on my explore page the other day and i watched it like 20 times in a row lskdfhalsd 🤣

2min △ 😭 we need to stop being on the same frequency bc i thought about it once and while a hyunho △ has the potential to run along lines of being in lurv with your buddy's gf, a 2min △ just has to stem from (childhood) best friends :o

i'm equally excited and nervous to post wt7.5 bc while i like some of the bits in this one, idk how people will receive it bc yk... angst. but we'll see in a few days akskjshd 😭

i'm going to vietnam for like 3 weeks hehehe. OH and i keep forgetting to tell you, my friend is going to music bank madrid and she asked me if i wanted to come too. unfortunately i'm out of paid leave and i have a jonas brothers concert (in my defense i bought the ticket last august before all the drama 🤣) a couple days after that, but imagine if we both to music bank together 😭 that... would be kinda insane methinks

🥟 has been so active with his lives lately i'm so in love with him :((( that newlywed life is treating him well i see, i should be their roommate i don't mind thirdwheeling

everything about the tour is driving me crazy. the setlist (although no charmer is a major L for me, rip), the looks, the solo stages (i cannot tell you how in love i am with mimo's hair. i'm still trying to process it), the merch especially the mood lamps and the stress balls (i caved and ordered a foxiny one) and the new skzoos doing UPPIES I WANT THEM SO BAD (and look oh my god they can hold hands) I CAN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WANTED SOMETHING SO BADLY 😭 i love that while everyone else was doing horny numbers and getting freaky on main, seungmin had a mike wazowski guitar moment and mimo had a babygurl stage lolll. ngl i couldn't really focus watching the thunderous performance bc they were SO sparkly lmaooo i love the babygirl-esque fits 😂

[youlooklikeasixtiesqueen]

i'm terrified of the german presale on wednesday besties

[so-litudinal]

been trying for like a week to remember whether I've once upon a time attended a yuja wang concert or if my trauma-addled, quickly aging brain is randomly making memories up just for shits and giggles but then again everything that was my life beyond the past year or so feels like a hazy dream and like also, I for real cannot recall the last time I left the house and walked any further than the mailbox (and even that... when was it??), to be fair I'm not trying too hard to remember that because I know that it's been so long it's pathetic, humiliating really, and it's not like I ever used to lead a "normal" regular life, especially not after graduating high school almost 11 years ago (??!! I wanna die), but still this is bad, like, really really bad, even for me, I'm almost impressed, and anyway, so that concert, if it did happen, I'm sure I must've kept the ticket somewhere because I'm absolutely that kind of person but I'm 1) too lazy to look for it 2) nervous I won't find it and that would still not be enough to confirm that it didn't happen because I could've simply discarded or lost the ticket and then I'll spiral even deeper because that means I 1) haven't done shit and 2) have never seen yuja wang on stage which is in and of itself a downer, also all this reminds me that there was a time, not all that long ago (I mean years but still), where I would go to concerts so often, sometimes several times a week, like at the beginning of the season I would sit down with programs from different venues and book myself a ticket for whatever sounded interesting and like how?? how did I bring myself to do that when now I'm having dreams of being unable to figure out how to make a simple train trip even though that's at least one thing I remember doing on a somewhat daily basis at some point, and yeah also about the concerts and outings and whatnot, with what money??? I thought I never had any but apparently it wasn't as bad as it is now which is terrifying and only confirms my ever living fear that everything can always, always get worse, there's always a lower level, something like that, but yeah anyway, yuja wang, she's amazing, isn't she, like there's that video of her at 9 years old playing debussy's 1st arabesque and it's genuinely one of the most beautiful interpretations out there, how can you have such musicality at that age, but then again I feel most piano kids would be able to get a grasp of debussy's music because it's often dreamy and flowy and full of life and impressions, like a kid's mind, but yeah still, yuja wang really strikes me as one of those people who are exactly where they're supposed to be in a way, not that I'd know of course, but still, yeah, anyway, as for me, I'm down bad aren't I wow girl check yourself (into a mental facility (/jk mostly but also kinda /srs)) wow ok let's shut up now

[thelittlestspider]

i'm trying to get time off to go see the concert and one of my managers was like, "dude, chill. just wait a while, then give them a note and they can put it in the box," and i'm like "but i want to do it now."

[lowkeycasanova]

little too excited

plot: Vinnie gets jealous over your interaction with Jack Harlow

masterlist

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After meeting Vinnie, there was rarely a moment when you got starstruck anymore. You've lived in LA for a while now, so you tend to see celebrities out and about. And while being with Vinnie, going to events gets you up close and personal with some of these people. So you tend to lose the fan-girly type attitude after some time.

Now, that wasn't to say that you don't get nervous at all around certain people. One time, Vinnie had invited you to an event and it turns out that he was mutual friends with one of your favorite actresses.

Vinnie thought it was so cute at how quiet you got. And honestly, being at these things helped you both come out of your shells.

**

One night, Vinnie surprised you with tickets to Jack Harlow's sold out LA concert for the Come Home The Kids Miss You tour. To say you were excited was an understatement. You'd been a fan of Jack's for some time now. You had even introduced Vinnie to most of his music and he became a fan also.

You spent so long trying to figure out what to wear, what hairstyle you were gonna have, and even contemplated on making a sign. Anything to possibly get Jack's attention. You even listened to his album on repeat leading up to the show.

Vinnie thought nothing of it. He was just happy that you were happy.

"So, how we feeling about this one?" you asked him when you came out the bathroom on the night of the show, referring to your outfit.

You had on black cargo pants with a white cropped tank top that showed more midriff than you normally would. You even opted for false lashes instead of mascara to make your eyes pop. To add, you even had on eyeshadow (that you never wore tbh), you put more of your ear piercings in, and had gotten your nails done.

"You...look..." Vinnie couldn't even get the words out.

You looked good. Beautiful, as usual, but it was a different look for you. Vinnie started to wonder what the hell was so special about this concert.

"It's not too casual, is it? And I've had these pants for a while now but couldn't find a reason to wear them." You looked at him as he seemed to be processing what you were saying. "Well?"

"You look great. Like you always do." he breathed. He disregarded his insecurities as he walked up to you and gave you a kiss, before you could try to change your outfit.

You two were wearing the same colors and were lowkey matching.

Pulling back from his lips, you said. "There will be more time for that later. Let's go!"

Traffic in LA was bad so if you wanted to get there on time, you'd have to leave now. The pre-show jitters came back and you grabbed your wallet and left out the room, leaving Vinnie behind.

He huffed, but knew that you'd tell him that he was being silly for feeling like this.

When y'all walked into the venue, Vinnie was catching glances of people who recognized him, as they whispered to one another excitedly and pointed at him. It wasn't long until a bunch of girls started to surround him and ask for pictures. It completely went over his head that there were going to be so many teenage girls here. He would feel really bad saying no to people, so endured it for a little bit, until he saw you standing off to the side, waiting for him. Then he knew it was time to go. He felt better knowing that he was by your side.

**

You couldn't get over the fact that Vinnie had gotten floor seats and Jack wasted no time getting this concert started. From that point on, you were jumping up and down, your eyes remained glued to Jack's movements on stage, rapping along with him, knowing every word. You were in your element. And it's like Vinnie forgot about how he was feeling before, as he was enjoying all of it also. He watched you as you watched Jack, with hearts in your eyes, and he couldn't even blame you.

Now it was time for the intermission.

The atmosphere was quieted down somewhat but it was still hype.

Jack walked to the edge of the stage and said, "Los Angeles are we having fun tonight?"

The response he got was cheers from the crowd, waving of hands, and a 'hell yeah' from an audience member.

Jack smiled and brought the microphone back up to his lips. "I feel like now would be a good time to play a game."

The crowd cheered again.

"Yeah...we need to play a game."

You twiddled your thumbs and looked over at Vinnie, wondering what Jack could be talking about.

"I'm curious," Jack said as he went and brought out a basketball. "Do we got any shooters in the house?"

People went crazy and you started to laugh, still holding your phone to film.

So that's why there was a basketball goal up there.

"Because I wanna get some people up here and if they make their shot, they get some merch and free tickets to any show." Jack eyed the crowd and everyone was waving their hands to get picked.

He chose a girl on your far right side. "How 'bout you come up here."

And then a guy on the other side. "And you too. You look like a shooter."

You were so happy for them and excited to see how this went down, but he was still scanning the room for one more person. You watched his eyes and they landed on you, the pace of your heartbeat quickening.

"And you," he pointed with a big smile. "I want you up here."

The crowd cheered for you and you hesitated for a second but decided against saying 'no' off instinct. You looked at Vinnie and his arm left your shoulders as you handed him your phone so he could record, before being escorted to the stage.

Jack had seen the interaction between you two and gave Vinnie a look as if to ask, "you don't mind of I steal her for a second, do you?"

**

You couldn't play basketball to save your life. Vinnie knew this as you played him one on one before.

Even though this wasn't a game and it was just shooting free throws, it was still nerve racking. Not only were you not the best at this in general, but now you had a whole arena of people watching you.

One of them being Jack Harlow.

The game was just to see if you could make a free throw on the first try. And if you didn't, just keep shooting until you make it.

Jack gestured for you to come out to the middle of the stage with him. And honestly, as you looked out into the audience and saw people's encouraging, smiling faces and cameras out to record, it didn't make you feel as nervous.

"What's your name?" he asked and put the mic up to you.

'Y/N." you looked up at him. His 6 foot 3 self towered over you.

"Everyone give it up for Y/N!" he said and everyone cheered for you.

"You look real confident right now." he replied as the fingertips of his other hand grazed your shoulder and you wrapped an arm around his waist to hug him.

Guess you were better at hiding your nerves than you thought.

"Alright Y/N, you ready?"

You nodded and walked over to the free throw line.

"You got this." Jack reassured you as he handed you the basketball and stood off to the side.

Taking a deep breath and bouncing the ball a few times before taking your shot. Your breath hitched in your throat. Jack anticipated the shot as it hit the rim and bounced against the backboard before going in.

You and Jack both jumped up and down and the lights and crowd went crazy. He opened up his arms and embraced you in a bear hug. Wrapping your arms around his neck as he carried you, feeling his curly hair on your arms. A rush flooded your body and you completely forgot about the audience and it felt like it was only you and Jack.

He finally set you down and you saw his face was nearly red from smiling so hard.

"Give it up for Y/N!!" he shouted.

You also surprised yourself. There weren't many times you could get it in the first time.

A rush also flooded Vinnie's body. Yes, he was elated for you, but most of it was jealousy.

He had watched you from the time you got on stage, hoping that you'd scan the crowd for him, but never did. And Vinnie definitely noticed how Jack's hand seemed to linger on your shoulder, a little too long in his opinion.

Lastly, the hug y'all shared. You both seemed a little too excited.

If he was an outsider, y’all definitely looked like a couple.

It's really not that big of a deal, he thought to himself and rolled his eyes, internally.

Vinnie wanted to pull you close and show the guy onstage and everyone else that you were dating him. In love with him. And not anyone else.

He tried to conceal his feeling when you came off the stage and back to him, proudly holding the backstage pass in your hand to where you would go and collect the prizes that Jack promised. He gave you back your phone, to which he had recorded the whole thing for you and also gave you a hug, but keeping the PDA to a minimum.

**

"Thank you so much." you told Vinnie as your grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers. You brought his cheek up to your lips but couldn't kiss the the way you wanted to because you were smiling so much.

You didn't notice how quiet he was during the second half of the show, but you noticed it now. You figured he was tired but you don't know how considering you were still on a high.

In the car, you had your new tote bag which held your new shirt, both from the merch stand that you won. Speaking of that, when you were in line to get it, a handful of girls came up to you and commented on that whole episode.

"That hug was insane."

"He definitely caught feelings."

"That was so cute."

"You won at life."

You still couldn't believe that's how you met Jack.

You lost yourself in your thoughts, playing it over and over again in your head, and looking through the pictures and videos to see what highlights you would put on social media.

"I still can't believe tonight." you sighed and leaned against the head rest.

"Yeah..." Vinnie said, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his lips.

What if you fantasized about dating Jack? It wasn't too far off. Jack was only four years older than him.

His thoughts began to spiral.

"Vin? You okay?"

"Yeah I'm good." He replied but didn't look at you. Even though it was night time and the only light illuminating his face were the street lights, you could still read his facial features and tell something was up.

"Are you okay? Did you not like it."

"Show was fine." he answered back.

Now you knew what this was about. "You're not jealous are you?"

Yes.

"No. Why would I be?"

"You know I love you right?"

"Oh come on, don't think how I didn't see how tight that hug was."

"Okay, so I had a fangirl moment. I'm sure the girls that met you before the show had that same feeling."

You got him there and he knew it.

When he pulled up to the house, he finally looked over at you and you smiled at him with reassurance.

"You know I love you." you said, this time, a statement.

He unlocked the doors and helped himself out. "Sure."

"Wow." you gasped, faking hurt.

He opened the door to the house, walking inside and you have to try to catch up to him. You think he might actually be pissed until you realize that he did that so you wouldn't see his smile.

"Hey," you said and grabbed his hand to turn him around to you. "I meant what I said."

He sighed. "I know. I'm sorry."

"I know that Jack can be flirty, alright? But honestly...I didn't think he was. I think he was just being hella friendly. And I'm sorry if I got too carried away. I really was just excited."

He relaxed his arms and pulled you in. You wrapped your arms around his neck and played with his hair the the base. "You know I could never stay mad at you."

You were about to pull away but he was quick to pull you up, just like Jack had done at the concert, and you giggled in his arms.

"You're lucky I still have a lot of energy for tonight." you laughed.

[groundzeroagency]

Rocker

Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Information: Reader is apart of a popular band, she’s their lead singer and Bakugo is secretly dating them.

@trashys-things @bubbleteaa @pm4gal

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Bakugo was sitting down eating his lunch with earphones in his ears as music played. It was a female’s voice playing through the earbuds, his foot was tapping slightly to the beat. He was listening to one of his favorite band, [Band name]. Mina was next to Bakugo when she heard the faint familiar sound of her favorite band too causing the pink girl to gasp in excitement before pulling one of Bakugo’s earbuds out of his ear. Bakugo foot immediately stopped tapping and looked at Mina before yelling “What? Raccoon Eyes !”. Mina looked at him ignoring his tone, she was used to it like the rest of the Bakusquad. Mina then started rant on how they liked the same band.

Bakugo tsked and scoffed “I don’t like this band. It was on shuffle “ he lied keeping a straight face. Mina hums softy before grinning “I have tickets to their concert tomorrow, you should come “ she said pulling on his arm. Bakugo scoffed and shook his head “No way, I have better things to do “ he said but Mina pouted “come on, tomorrow is their last tour date “ she plead. Bakugo inhales deeply “Fine “ he said lowly before finishing his lunch. Bakugo thought to himself “Fuck.”.

The next day came by Quickly, It was a Saturday so there was no school for Bakugo. He was in bed currently on his phone talking to someone. All that was heard was a girl’s voice talking to him about how they were nervous about something and couldn’t wait to see them. He hums softy “Princess. You will do fine” he said reassuring as he tossed a stress ball up and down. “It’s just I’m going to do a new song tonight and I’m nervous “ the voice replied back. Bakugo hums softy “You’re fans will love it, Y/n “ he said to his girlfriend of two years, Y/n L/n. She was the lead singer of the band [Band Name] and they kept their relationship under wraps successfully. There’s been rumors here and there that the band singer was in a relationship but they were never confirmed seeing her as a closed person. The couple met when Bakugo’s parents took him with them to business trip since his parents are Fashion designers and she was their client at the time. The two clicked immediately after meeting and things just happened.

“Kat. Is it possible for you to wear a leather jacket to the concert ? “ Y/n asked getting Bakugo out of his thoughts and replied “Sure “ in a confused tone. “Also I can give your friends VIP passes if you want “ the singer said in a happy tone, Bakugo made a “Nah” sound. Y/n hums softy before sighing sadly “I have to go, it’s final rehearsal time before the show. I can’t wait to see you Katsuki” she said before Making a kissing noise before hanging up after Bakugo said “Same “.

Two hours later, Mina and the bakusquad came and picked Bakugo up. Bakugo wore a leather jacket as he promised to his girlfriend. Kirishima made a comment “Hey Bakubro Maybe you’ll find a girl finally at this concert “ causing Bakugo to scoffed “I’m not interested in finding a girl “ he said looking out the window. Shorty after they made it to stadium where the concert was being held at. They walked through security and Bakugo nods his head at some security people as he knew them to be a part of his girlfriend’s security team. The squad found their spots which was kinda close to the stage, Four rows behind The V.I.P area.

Y/n stood behind the scenes bouncing on her feet slightly trying to contain her nervousness and the butterfly in her stomach at the thought of her boyfriend in the crowd. She smiled weakly at her band mates who chuckled calling her a “simp “ for her boyfriend. She slightly did some dances trying to remain calm and mumbled to herself “Be Like Bakugo. Confident and Strong “ many times before officially starting her concert. Bakugo immediately smiled to himself as the concert started.

Throughout the concert, the Explosive boy had a smile on his face seeing his beautiful girlfriend sing and dance to her band’s song. He mouthed to some songs too being the awesome boyfriend he is. He made sure his friends didn’t see what he was doing. The group were having a good time. Y/n was having a good time as she sang for her fans and getting out of her nervous shell. She sang fan favorites through out the night until she got to her last song of the night. She smiled into her microphone before saying “Oh my god, Musutafu, Japan! Thank you so much for this incredible night ! You guys are so incredible but it’s sad to say it has come to the end. “

The crowds awed before Y/n added “and for our last song, I wanted to sing a new one I wrote about someone special to me. I’ve been writing it through out the whole tour and you guys are the lucky ones to hear it for the first time ! Y’all ready ?! “ she asks happily as the crowds scream “Yeah!”. Bakugo smiled at his girlfriend on stage before noticing Mina looking at him going emotionless.

Y/n got into position before the music started and laughed on cue before playfully screaming and singing her new song about a certain ash blonde but nobody knew it was about him. She danced with the backup dancers as she sang her lyrics ;

A little bit older

A black leather jacket

A bad reputation

Insatiable habits

He was onto me, one look and I couldn't breathe

Yeah, I said, "If you kiss me

I might let it happen"

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl

Tonight, I don't wanna be her ;

Bakugo smirked noticing the lyrics and the mention of a leather jacket, the same one he was wearing. “That’s why she was nervous “ he chuckled to himself before moving slightly to the beat. Y/n kept singing before finding Bakugo in the crowd and winked at him as she swayed her hips teasingly. She sang her last lyrics with her band ;

They say he likes a good time

(My, oh my)

He comes alive at midnight

(Every night)

My mama doesn't trust him

(My, oh my)

He's only here for one thing

But (so am I) ;

The lead singer smiled as she finished and hearing the positivity from the crowd. She walked back to her band mates before the band thanked the fans and crowd for coming to their show. “We love you ! Musutafu ! Thank you “ the Band and their lead singer yelled before blowing kisses to the crowds and leaving the stage. The crowd slowly dispersed as the show ended and lead out of the stadium. Bakugo had to go see his girlfriend so he told the bakusquad to go on without him and he’ll go home in a taxi or something. Bakugo snuck his way around and found himself at the v.i.p area. He got passed the security showing his V.I.P Badge and some security knew who he was.

Bakugo made it to the dressing rooms before finding his girlfriends dressing room and knocked on the door. He heard some shuffling before the door open with her behind it. She looked at him wearing a lace tank top and jeans before smiling brightly seeing who it is and pulling him in immediately. Bakugo stumbled in before smiling gently at her excitement at his presence. She looked at him in awe before hugging him tightly, he hugged her back immediately gently. “I missed you “ she whispered looking up at him due to height differences. He smiled back before replying “I did too, Ten months without is hard “ he joked before kissing the girl gently. She kissed him back immediately missing his lips and touches.

She pulled away blushing softly “Well I’m all yours now, Babe “ she said softy with a smile. Bakugo nods before picking her up tossing her on his shoulder “it’s kidnapping time then” he joked before turning the dressing room light on and running out. Y/n laughed softy as she was on his shoulder as he ran down the hallways with her. Eventually they made it to Bakugo’s apartment secretly too. Bakugo unlocked the door for her and let her in before going in himself. She sighed softly before jumping on the couch “ugh I miss this couch so much for two reasons “ she joked. Bakugo grins as he watched her laid down before walking over to her and kissed her head “I love you “ he said. The girl smiled back and replied “I love me too”. Bakugo chuckled being happy she was here;

“Whatever rocker”.