#in a shocking turn of events that surprises absolutely no one

[wildsaltair]

[7frogsspeaks]

If you've never worked in a big corporate office you are missing out on half of Severance

Everyone seems to be talking about the setting of this show like it's a big mystery we're waiting on answers for, and I keep having to remind myself that this is the Unemployed Website because every single aspect of the severed floor is a direct parody of corporate office work. Some of it is pretty obvious to anyone (being a totally different person at work than you are at home, excessive surveillance, etc), but unless you've worked in one of these places there's a ton you're probably missing.

So, for those of you who (luckily) lack corporate office experience, here is a non-exhaustive list of real phenomenon Severence is referencing:

- Having absolutely no clue where anything is other than your department. A large corporate office truly feels like working in a brightly-lit, featureless labyrinth. You get lost so easily, and the number of turns and hallways in the opening scene is not that much more extreme than how I had to get to my department (which was over a 5-minute walk from the main entrance). It's common to draw new employees a map.

- Cult-like worship and constant quoting of the company's founder/founding family and core operating principles. Long-time employees will genuinely treat it like religious doctrine. It's scary.

- The relationship between departments. The different cultures, outrageous rumors, distrust, compete lack of understanding of who they are, how many of them there are, where they work, what they do, and generally treating them like a foreign country is barely even a parody. It's just really like that. Going to another department and seeing their equipment and work area (and being stared at by a bunch of people who don't expect a stranger to be there) might as well be walking into a room that's a hill with intimidating goat farmers.

- Other people's jobs being utterly incomprehensible. The department that had a room behind a wall next to mine apparently used it for filling backpacks with weights until the straps broke. Another department had someone whose job was to shine different lights onto pieces of fabric and record the color difference. One of my positions was measuring various pants 20 different ways and then taking notes while a specific person tried them on. Apparently a guy somewhere occasionally got paid to make watercolors of birds. Some people did finance. You get the idea.

- Only ever hearing from upper management (who are treated like a group of fickle, wrathful gods) through a nervous secretary and never hearing their voices/seeing their faces. You might know their names.

- Weird, uncomfortable, often ritualesque events that are treated like a big deal. The company I worked for, for example, would announce the employees of the year by having a committee of people with noisemakers and silly hats parade around the buildings until they got to the person's desk, and then take their photo to hang on the wall. People were not warned beforehand, it was a ~surprise~. This happened daily at random times for over a week each year, and long-standing employees got really into it.

- People genuinely fighting over all those meaningless, patronizing rewards like pizza parties, fancy pens, etc. Having an "employee of the month" mug, for example, is treated as an enviable status symbol. Presumably this is why corporations think this stuff will also work in the service industry (it doesn't because service workers are normal).

- Ridiculous conspiracy theories about the building, management, coworkers, or company history, peddled like gossip.

- New employees having a rough adjustment period where it feels like you're adapting to an alternate universe. Office culture is nothing like real life though it's closer if you live in white suburbia and have an HOA, so during most people's first time working in one they bump up against a lot of unspoken rules, weird taboos, and general culture shock. Most of this involves navigating strictly-enforced social hierarchies, verbal adherence to company ideals, and using only specific types of communication, and being chastised when you mess up. It 100% feels like being indoctrinated into a cult.

- Not understanding the purpose of the work you're doing, and only receiving vague answers, that it's "important", and that there's a big exciting deadline. No single department has access to the big picture for how everyone's jobs fit together to accomplish something, you'd have to work in all of them or in upper management to figure it out. The inner machinations and goals of the company are generally treated like a mysterious secret.

- Never seeing the sky. Window offices are a prized commodity since the buildings are so big, so unless you're a high-up manager or the company has gone to great lengths to add access to widows (most don't because it's really expensive) you likely won't see daylight until you leave, even if you travel around the building during the day.

And for the Lifetime Unemployment crowd, some more general job phenomenon:

- So. Many. Acronyms. And being expected to say them all with a straight face, even if they sound really silly.

- Coworkers effectively ceasing to exist the moment they leave the company, with zero explanation given for why they're suddenly gone unless there's a retirement party.

- Management giving ridiculously nit-picky feedback as a form of hazing/power play, especially to marginalized people.

- Upper management making sudden, drastic changes to your job expectations, physical workplace, or management structure with zero notice and penalizing you if you can't adapt immediately.

- The entire vibe of your job being dictated by who your manager is.

- Your coworkers acting like what happens at work is their entire life, and treating their home lives as something extra they do on the side.

- Having no clue who your coworkers are outside of work, and that information being largely treated as taboo.

- Being effectively locked in a sealed space with zero access to the outside world for the entirety of your workday, and being told that that's not weird or a problem– it's a benefit that helps you focus on your job.

Basically: There's no big mystery to the structure and culture of Lumon/the severed floor. Most of it is never going to get a canon "explanation" because the target audience already has one. It's all a parody.

EDIT: Reblogged with more office-specific ones and some photo evidence

[ang3ltine]

❝ 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 ❞

Se-mi x freader reader prompt ──★˙🍓̟!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: pt 2 of pretty girl and how they cope during the games

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: In this scenario, Se mi survives for the sake of the plot duh

𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: contains smut and mentions of blood/canon events from the games. Slight mention of sa by player 124 ( scroll to avoid )

✰ Apartment 707, that was place the couple shared. At the time they were just close friends, agreeing to share the place and became roommates.

✰It was the place where you had shared your first Christmas there, celebrating the debut of Se mi's band. Black stones.

✰ Se mi realised the pattern of toxic relationships you were in and worried about your mental health. Men would come and go in your life, and it always ended the same. With you in tears and Se mi comforting you in her arms. She wished you would just love yourself instead of finding validation in men.

✰ There was a time where you questioned your feelings for Se mi, wondering if it was just platonic or if it was something more. You would always joke and call Se mi your bf , but deep down in your heart, you secretly yearned for her.

Now you could finally call Se mi yours. Leaning against a sink, you reached down and gently raked your fingers through her thick black hair. After last night's not so innocent antics, she was getting you both cleaned up in the washroom.

"You should see yourself in the mirror , you look like a mess " you snickered as Se mi finished up. Scoffing in response she stood up and loomed over your small frame.

"Says the one who came on my tongue last night, you're one to talk..." she whispered in your ear in her low, sultry voice. There was a slight raspiness that made you close your legs in response.

Se mi soaked in the sight before her. Your usually neat hair was unkempt and wild, lips were kiss swollen and hickeys were scattered across your neck and collarbone. A sight that she was extremely proud of.

Not a single sound came out of your mouth, knowing she was right. It's not your fault that Se mi was an absolute menace with her tongue. Not to mention her tongue piercing only made the experience all the more euphoric.

Suddenly, the washroom begun to feel stuffy and you could feel your heart about to burst from how fast it was beating. Se mi had already started softly kissing your neck and it was agonisingly slow, she smirked against your skin while you whine in frustration.

You were bold enough to grab Se mi's face and make her look at you. Honestly it surprised her but she wasn't complaining when you took the lead. Lips just barely touching while your breath fanned against hers. But you hesitated, wondering if this was really a good idea to be intimate in the washroom of all places.

But much to your dismay, the guards had walked in. Quickly, you lightly pushed her away and tried fixing your shirt in a hurry. Cheeks flushing in embarrassment from being caught.

Se mi was surprised that the guards hadn't questioned why you were both inches away from making out. After being escorted back to the dorms, you then got ready for the next game.

Thanos wanted Se mi on his team and from then on you guys had become an odd group of individuals. One crazy leader, your annoying ex, a wimp and then there was you and Se mi. Despite your reluctance in joining this team, Se mi reassured you that you'd be safe with her. Plus the reaction that came from Namgyu (player 124) was absolute gold! He was fuming when he noticed the dark hickeys that were visible on your neck. You wanted to cover them up but Se mi convinced you to at least keep the zipper to your jacket open.

Namgyu tsked as he realised the person who had marked you up was standing right next to you. Wearing a proud smirk she placed two fingers up and stuck her tongue between them. Clearly shocked from the action, Namgyu rolled his eyes and turned his focus back to the game.

"Was that really necessary??", you say in a hushed tone as you shoved her arm playfully. Trying to bite back a smile.

"Oh c'mon, the jerk deserved to know that you don't belong to him anymore".

Funnily enough, your team worked. Despite the outbursts by Thanos you guys managed to survive the next few games, excluding the red light , green light game ofcourse. Namgyu had been following him around like his minion and you were beginning to wonder if he had a thing for him or something.

Se mi was extremely pissed when she saw you huddled in the corner of the dorm with your ex clawing at your clothes. Forcing you to kiss him when you clearly didn't want to.

That same night she held you in her arms as you broke down in tears. Softly cooing as she gently rubbed your back and whispered sweet nothings into your hair.

Namgyu had left the room the following morning with a broken nose.

✰

Jealousy wasn't really her thing until some random dude tried flirting with you during the voting. Que Se mi kicking the guy right in his nuts and dragged you off to the washroom.

" Se mi mmph...it's.. too much-" you huffed as she had you pushed against the stall door with both legs placed on her shoulders. Face buried deep into your cunt as she savoured your sweet nectar on her tongue. Her tongue piercing felt amazing againgst your clit as she finger fucked you.

Eyes darkened with lust, she peered at you through her lashes. With a lazy smirk she pulled away after you came for 3rd time and proceeded to make out with you. Tasting yourself on her tongue only made the kiss more addicting .

" You think you could cum for me one more time angel? "

✰

With the votes ending up in a draw , because of this a fight broke out in the men's bathroom resulting to a few casualties on both sides. Those who voted to leave hatched a plan to stay awake during the night as they had a feeling the X's might attack them in their sleep.

As soon as the lights switched off, all hell broke loose. With so many people being brutally killed in their beds you began to worry about Se mi. You got separated from her during the chaos and to make things worse, you were bleeding from a wound on your stomach. A huge guy had jumped you from the dark but you had managed to fight back and escape.

Time had slowed down as you spotted Se mi fighting your ex. She was by herself and was being backed into the wall by this crazy man. After Thanos death he had resulted to taking the unusual drugs from his cross and became even more erratic than before.

Without a second to lose you ran towards them , clutching your aching wound. He was scraping a broken glass shard across Se mi's and she looked terrified, frantically looking around to search for help.

" Get away from her - !!"

Knocking him unconscious with your elbow, you reached for a stray fork on the floor and lunged towards him , embedding it into the side of his neck. While he writhed in pain you stepped over him to check on Se mi.

You cupped her face in your hands, checking for any injuries and sighed in relief.

"Thank God you're ok.."

Lucky for you she only had suffered from minor inuries from the broken glass. You peppered her face with kisses tenderly over every scratches and scrapes. She nestled into the warmth of your palm and gave places a gentle peck , reassuring you that she was alright.

Panick soon settled in as she glanced down towards your wound. Blood had seeped through your shirt, painting it in crimson.

"Woah wait - how did you get this?" her voice faltered as she applied pressure on your wound. She was scared that you wouldn't make it. Due to blood loss your eyes were beginning to droop from drowsiness and it was getting hard to breathe from immense pain.

" Some guy jumped me..." you hissed through your teeth as Se mi reached for something beside her.

Quickly ripping the sleeve of her jacket she made a makeshift bandage around your waist to stop the bleeding. She then gently cradled you in her arms , wanting to keep you close. Your scent filled her nose as she buried her face into your hair, keeping herself calm.

She was safe, but more importantly you were safe.

That was enough for her...

Ps. The ending was rushed but at least this is a happy ending

[cvntroach5000]

The Lads and reader with an opossum Evol

Evol summary: Allows you to turn into a very cute opossum-looking creature. While an opossum, you can use telepathy, but it can cause people headaches. You can't use telepathy while human.

reader can be mc or non-mc. no use of y/n. gendered terms used: wife (xavier), queen (xavier), girlfriend (zayne), girlfriend/girl (rafayel)

caleb calls reader "buttercup" instead of the p-word

Xavier 💫

No clue what you're supposed to be, doesn't care in the slightest

You still look adorable and he's going to cuddle the shit out of you

Wraps you in a little blanket burrito and feeds you snacks

You try pulling a Ratatouille, but it seems opossums on the head don't grant you culinary skills—At least not to this man

Likes having you sit on his shoulder when you're outside, mainly because random men don't come up to an opossum to flirt with it

Thank god there aren't any wild opossums in Linkon, otherwise this man would be fighting them out of jealousy

Who'd pass up a cute opossum like you, after all

Gets you a tiny plushie so you can still cuddle one when you're an opossum

He's very serious about quality of sleep, so a cuddling buddy for you is a must, opossum or not

Gets into a huge fight with a woman at a store who wants him to leave you outside

"That's my wife, you bitch!"

After enjoying the shitshow, you crawl off his shoulder and turn back into a human

The woman is so shocked, she passes out

Xavier is just concerned the woman might've upset you by having an issue with your opossum form

"Is this unconscious woman bothering you, queen"

He takes protecting your pride very seriously, even your opossum self's pride

Zayne ❄️

That's great and all, but he's mostly just really concerned about your health and safety

Does the Evol make you susceptible to different diseases? Are there any hereditary health complications in opossums? What if you contract rabies?

Runs a million check ups on you to make sure he's ready for any scenario

You get to enjoy being an opossum in an x-ray

Thankfully your Evol makes your opossum body all weird and human-like in its chemistry, so you're good

Once his worries have been quelled, Zayne is treated to getting to pet you and cuddle you

Buys a little fluffy bed for his work desk so you can chill with him at work

One time someone came in and was like "What's with the rat?"

And Zayne replied "That's an opossum and it's my girlfriend."

Thankfully his words were chalked up to overworked delirium

Zayne manages to capture a photo of you absolutely tearing into a macaron and has it framed and hung up in his office

Rafayel 🪸

Shrieks in surprise when he sees your fuzzy little form lounging in his bed

You explain your Evol to him via telepathy, causing him to whine about a headache for the rest of the day

He's not really a fan of land animals but... That monochrome coat... The pale pink snout... The void eyes... It's kind of inspiring him

He gets a designer belt bag to carry you around in

"Is that a fanny pack"

"It's a belt bag"

"Pretty sure that's a fanny pack"

"Girl, do you wanna sleep in it or not"

Feeds you cheetos under the table during his meetings with Thomas

Finds out some people do not appreciate your rat vibes, so he abuses it to keep people from talking to him at art exhibitions and similar events

Every single time someone asks about you, he makes up some new fake story

"I found it injured and nursed it back to health, now we're inseparable"

"It was my grandma's dying wish to take care of her beloved opossum"

"I got it from the shelter. It had three legs, but since I took such good care of it, the last leg grew back"

"It's a rescue but I like to say they rescued me."

"It's a service opossum, actually. No petting, please."

"My lover passed away in a tragic accident, but just one look into this opossum's eyes and I knew they came back to me reincarnated"

Sylus 🥀

Oh what a weird cat—Oh fuck!

Not sure what you're supposed to be at first

Looks up opossums on the internet, makes a concerned face and then insists you look nothing like one

"I was hit with an Evol yassification beam, dont @ me."

Next time you stop at the Onychinus base, he's already had a whole expansive enclosure commissioned for you

It also has a little diorama of Linkon in case you want to feel big

Which is something you never knew you wanted, so you get to pretend you're Opossumzilla in your miniature Linkon corner

Every other room at the base has a little bed for you to be a cozy opossum in

Mephisto's processor got fried after figuring out you're the critter that's been hogging his owner's lap lately, so you had to repair him

Sometimes you wake up to find some shiny trinket dropped on you, cause Mephisto decided to bestow a gift while you slept

Luke and Kieran like having you use telepathy on them, and then compete which of them can take it for longer

Sylus actually thinks the telepathy is very convenient and seems to have no issue with the headaches it causes

Sometimes has you sit on his lap during business meetings like an antagonist petting their evil cat

Caleb 🍎

When you discovered your Evol as a kid, the first thing you did was use it to prank Caleb

"You are the Chosen One."

"Do all Chosen Ones get approached by little rat creatures like you?"

"I don't know, are all Chosen Ones rude assholes like you?"

"Sorry, little guy, I can't be the Chosen One. I have to take care of my Buttercup."

Flustered by his sincere reply, you hit him with a "Yo mama."

"...What."

"Sorry that was a fucked up thing to say to an orphan."

You try to avoid the topic for about two weeks before fessing up.

"I thought the raccoon sounded like you! I was scared I might've eaten something bad..."

"I'm an opossum, you uncultured swine."

"Are you sure you're an opossum? You're way cuter than those things."

"Well I'm an Evol opossum so that's probably why."

Keeps worrying you'll eat something that's toxic to opossums

Turns out your Evol ignores that and treats your little opossum stomach like it's your human one

When you were about to turn back into a human, he threw his jacket on you and covered his eyes

Then he found out your clothes are unaffected by your transformation

This is disappointing to him, as he was hoping you'd just be naked

He thinks about that every time you transform, even all these years later

You like turning into your opossum form and raiding his pantry

He knows this and keeps your snacks stocked up for you

[tan1shere]

I know you aren't taking requests right now BUT could we have a series of the each billie era and what shes like? Maybe next could be wedding related or something?

HOW EACH BILLIE ERA IS

WEDDING EDITION !

A:n: ooooou I'm actually down for this ! Yes my requests are closed but idm making this a series :)

-I wont do green cuz I mean, I don't see her wanting that at 18 ?-

Masterlist - each era masterlist

BLONDE

~PROPOSAL~

♡ neither of you saw it coming. The coincidence of the events of your date night. She was looking at you a certain way, but you too were doing the exact same thing. You personally didn't want to be traditional at all so you began to speak.

"Billie." You began. She looks into your eyes. She's the one to grab your hands, which surprises you because you were just about to. "I just wanted to say that you mean the absolute world to me, and over the three or so years we've been together-" You ramble but avert your eyes as you feel one of her hands moving, she keeps it in her pocket. Strange. "I've fallen deeply inlove with you." You finish, going to your jacket pocket. Only when you turn back around there it is, a box in her hand. She starts to laugh noticing what you're doing. You were in shock, you thought you had been so slick with it. "I guess were both saying yes then." You smile so wide as she says that.

♡ you two go home giggly so genuinely excited to start this new chapter. Ready to tell everyone you loved about it. Already thinking of the planning as you freak out easily.

"We got to make sure everything is on time, setting a date- and!" She grabs your hands. "Let's not think about things too much right now. I know you, you're going to stress before it even begins." You relax at her words.

♡ going back to that you'd tend to worry constantly, and she was very aware of this. She was so soft with you, assuring. You were glad it was her you were marrying.

~ENGAGEMENT~

♡ the process was pretty smooth, planning everything, you wanted it to be as beautiful as your love for one another, classy at the same time. The venue was beautiful along with the other added accessories.

"This is the one." You say in awe as you finish the tour of the last venue. Billie nods. "I agree. This is beautiful." Her smile was so wide as she looks at you, lovingly. Your heart melts.

♡ you, Billie, and Claudia go shopping for dresses, having a day of it. Considering you were both wearing them it was going to be alot easier. You were both so glad when you find the right ones.

♡ when you wanted to tell, Maggie and Patrick it was the best time when they invited you for dinner to do so. You were all sitting together just the 4 of you. Chatting, when you grab Maggie's hands gently.

"I- we. Wanted to tell you both something." Billie smiles like crazy, excited for their reaction. Maggie's eyes wander to your hands looking at your ring finger, then instantly back at you. "Oh my god!" Maggie says excitedly. "This is the best news ever!"

~WEDDING DAY~

♡ everything was bright and beautiful, so many guests, the day couldn't be more perfect. Everything planned just the way it was meant to be. You both decided to wear the most beautiful dresses, instead of one waiting at the end you both walked down the isle linked together. Everyone was in awe.

♡ the beautiful music played quietly in the back. Capturing how elegantly beautiful this was. You said a few words to one another before kissing eachother sweetly. Softly. This was the best day you could've ever dreamed of.

BLACK W BANGS

~PROPOSAL~

♡ Date night, except they were all in on it. Billie had asked Claudia to drive you to this secret destination, not expecting such a big event to unfold. Once you two got to the beach you spot her. Seeing something in the sand as you approach.

"Oh my god." You bring your hands to your face. You immediately nod at the words ingraved, running towards her and hugging her, Finneas was there with her. Most likely telling her not to worry. Seeing how anxious her face looked. But as if you'd say no. You look back at Claudia, showing off the ring. "Told you." Finn says to Billie, she nods with a sigh.

♡ they ended up leaving a few hours later once they took some photos. You and Billie stayed on the beach watching the sun set in eachothers company.

~ENGAGEMENT~

♡ you both agreed with eloping, just the two of you. So there wasn't much to plan.

"Just want it to be us. Just you and me." Her hands reach out to your face as you lay next to her. You nod. "That sounds amazing." She leans in to kiss you. "And if my parents are upset about it we will throw a tiny one afterwards." You nod. "Sounds like a plan." You both look at one another lovingly.

♡ they were happy for the both of you, not at all bothered that you two just wanted to spend it by yourselves.

"I couldn't agree more." Maggie says lovingly towards you two. "Most of your lives are for everyone else to see. Let this one have more meaning." You nod. "It's not everyday you get married." She finishes.

~WEDDING~

♡ and that's what you did, everything was so casual. You wore a cute white dress, and like most times. Billie wore an oversized white shirt a black tie and some comfortable black pants. Everything was so calm.

♡ after the little event, you two found a little hotel to stay at for a week or so. Ignoring everything around you guys. You were both just laying in bed, in a comfortable silence. Your eyes were glued to your hand, the ring being small and simple but you loved it. She smiles at you, you haven't stopped looking at it since the day.

"When we get home I'll get you a better one." She pipes up. Your head whips in her direction. You shake your own. "Are you kidding? No, I love this one." You say grabbing her face. "It's absolutely perfect everything about this is." She smiles more. "Are you sure? I'm more than capable." You smile at her. "You could get me a ring made of candy and I'd look at it the exact same way."

RED ROOTS

~PROPOSAL~

♡ you two were at a friend's wedding funnily enough. She had talked with the bride into giving you the bouquet when it was time for it to be thrown.

"Oh this is so exciting, she's going to love it!" Your mutual friend beams. "I hope it goes well." She nods to Billie. "It's going to be amazing." She reassures Bills.

♡ As your friend was getting ready to toss it, she turns around walking towards you handing it to you.

You look at her confused. "What're you doing-" Then you saw Billie coming into view getting on one knee. "Billie wh-" You were dumbfounded, was this actually happening. "Y/n, will you marry me?" You stood there for a moment at the initial shock then nodded. "Yes ofcourse I will!" She stands up, putting the ring on your finger and kissing you. Everyone around you cheers.

~ENGAGEMENT~

♡ this wedding will be chaotic but so much fun. Like a huge party. More fancy but definitely party like.

♡ you had both agreed on a small party before the wedding, like a hens do. But for both of you. Everything was awesome, the people the vibes.

Billie makes a form of noise to get everyone's attention. "Excuse me everyone. I'd like to toast this to my beautiful bride to be." She grabs your hand, getting you to stand. Her arm links around your waist pulling you close. "I get the privilege of having this woman for the rest of my life. And I can't quite fully believe it." She says looking into your eyes. "Well believe it because youre stuck with me." She smirks at you. "I can definitely live with that."

♡ you didn't plan too much, you hired a dj for after the ceremony, a photo booth. And some other little activities.

~WEDDING~

♡ and the day had finally arrived. You hadn't gone with anything traditional. Apart from one thing that'll happen later. She was wearing a black suit with a red tie, making her roots stand out like crazy. As you walked down the isle you wore a white dress, but it had a few different pops of color in it. Making it still look beautiful and fun. She couldn't believe her eyes at all.

♡ after the vows and I do's you all headed inside the venue to have so much fun. The dj blasting music everyone sprinting to the photo booth. You actually had zero idea of what Billie had in store. A traditional act that is.

"Come sit." She says grabbing your arm. You look at her confused. She had been talking to the dj about playing a specific song you had noticed, because it starts playing as soon as you sit. "Attention everyone." She smirks. You look up at her as she gets on her knees in between your legs. "Billie what-?" You say still confused. She grabs your dress lifting it over her head. Ohhh so that's why she had gifted you that garter. You should've known shed do something like this. The garter toss, she was going to toss it to all the people on her side. Her face goes near your thigh, her teeth gripping it and successfully taking it off. She tosses it and you never thought of who would catch it but it was Finneas. You look over at Claudia cheering with her. Meaning she was next.

BROWN

~PROPOSAL~

♡ both of you had been talking about marriage alot recently so it wasn't as of a surprise when she did what she did. It was the last show in LA and she was nearing the end. You were backstage with Finneas. And you had no idea he was in on it also.

♡ Billie was doing her little thanking part, her family, the opener. And then she pauses. You watch her on the screen in the back. Confused.

"And to the most important one, especially tonight my beautiful girlfriend Y/n. Could you come out here babe." You furrow your brows as you're being pushed by him. "What? Why?" He smiles. "Now that'll just ruin it all, go go." You reluctantly go up on the stage seeing millions of people. You're a bit shy but as soon as you're next to her your nerves ease. She grabs your hands. "I've loved you for many years now. And I want to keep doing so. I'm committed to you. And I don't need to do this since you know how much I adore you. But i want to. So, will you make me the happiest girl ever, even more so. And marry me?" Everyone gasps, and it doesn't even take you a second before you're nodding saying yes. The whole stadium cheers loudly.

~ENGAGEMENT~

♡ it was just before tour started again in the new year. You two had luckily a year to plan it, having it at the end of the year for a beautiful winter wedding.

♡ it was hard for the first few parts seeing as she was touring and you were busy planning the small meaningful event. She'd call you nightly, catching up on what you had done. She quoted. "I'm happy with anything you choose"

"Soo what have we accomplished on the wedding board today." She says throught the phone. Her hair was back as she was getting ready for bed and wanting it out of her face. "My dress." You smile at her, so giddy. "It's hanging up." She smiles at you. "Show me show me!" You get up, placing the phone in a position where she can see it fully. You grab it and put it against your body. "You likeeee." Her eyes take it in. "It's perfect. Just like you." There was a soft silence. "I miss you." She then says. "I miss you. So much." Your lips turn pouty slightly. "Few more days my love then we can hug, kiss. More than that." She smirks and winks making you giggle. "Anything else to be done?" "Yes, the venue but I want to do that with you when you're back." She smiles. "Yes ofcourse, but you know I'd be happy with your pick." You nod. "I know, but this is our, wedding baby." She blows you a kiss. "I love you, sleep well yeah? I'll text you in the morning." You nod again. "I love you too, talk tomorrow bub."

~WEDDING~

♡ it was a week before her birthday, her words "best early birthday present." You were getting ready with Claudia.

"You look amazing." She says. You turn towards her. "I'm a little nervous." She tilts her head. "Really? You've been so excited." - "And I still am ofcourse I'm marrying the woman of my dreams. I just- I hope everything goes well." She smiles. "It will." You then look to see the door being opened seeing its Billie. "You can't see me before the wedding!" Her brow raises. "I've seen your dress already." You had forgotten. "Well- yeah true. What's up?" She smiles coming over to you, you watch as Claudia gives you some privacy. "Just wanted to get a different reaction before I see you out there. Knowing my parents are watching." She grabs your hand and turns you around, wolf whistling. You chuckle noticing her eyes go all over your body. "Glad to get that out of your system?" You say amused. "Hold on I'm far from finished." She grabs your face and kisses you with such passion, tongue. Heat. "Couldn't do that infront of them either, could I?" You both laugh.

Tags: @trulyy-yourzz @eilishslut @chrissv4mp @n0vabug @dollyvuu @dollarbils @sweetcherriexs

[r3ynah]

Married in the past, married in the present

To think that the Amity Trio would get dragged by their children (Dan and Dani) into another universe as a form of vacation and to escape the annoying palace councils, was not something to be expected in the Fenton-Nightangle-Foley-Manson family. it was due for a vacation anyways.

But here's the catch, They decided they should atleast take a two month break with each other so they can explore this universe more, but they did agree that every 2 weeks they'll pass the custody of their kids with each other.

It was very eventful to say the least,

Tucker, got adopted. by the one and only Bruce Wayne how?? he doesn't know either, the only thing he can remember was Bruce Wayne shoving a couple of adoption papers in his face, and now he was suddenly a Wayne, he certainly was not complaining he gets to use their advance technologies without it getting corrupted by his partner Danny(he loved the guy, but he needed his daily screen time too.)

He finds out about their secret identities two days in, was not completely surprised to find a cave downstairs, "Every billionare has one, you're not unique." was his words before he went on and explore the cave leaving a very confused batfam. he agreed to help them but if its only for hacking and stuff connected to technology, and to only join them if it's really a life changing scenario.

He was the second one to have Dan and Dani, so when they found out they're dad got adopted by a rich billionaire they were equally disappointed, Tucker tried to defend himself for his poor decision, to say the batfam was shocked once again was an understatement, imagine finding that their new brother had two children and two partners was lnot part of their new years plan. Dan and Dani only took a couple of hours for them to fit in.

Sam, went on and became a vigilante, under Harley Quinn and poison ivy's care, with almost the same powers as Ivy and same humor as Harley the three of them certainly became close friends.

Sam definitely had fun blowing up factories, and proceed to prank cops and officials, she had a run with the infamous batfam a couple of times, mostly Robin, the first time they've met they had a spar with their own weapons ofcourse,but at the same time all Sam could think was: 'the hell's a kid doing vigilante work?'. Eventually they have bonded over different weapons and fighting styles, Batman had atleast tried to recruit Sam who goes by Foliahàrà at some point, but was turned down quite harshly.

She was the first one to take care of their children, Ivy loved Dan's brutality and Harley adored Dani's chaotic self. so they became the fun cool aunts of the two children, they have somepoint asked one peaceful breakfast who the other parents are, But the only thing Sam had said was they'll meet them someday.

Danny becomes a villain, a mad scientist to be exact wondering what'll happen if he follows in his parents footsteps, he also works alongside with Mr.Freeze, and they discuss a cure together for Mr.Freeze's wife,.

He doesn't use his ghost powers in villainy his explanation? Phantom was for the good and peace. While Fenton-Nightangle was for the bad and destruction. it certainly was a shitshow when he first debuted, lets just say Gotham had an early snow day, about 20 meters of snow covered Gotham for a week. The worst part is that the snow doesn't melt. so the only thing they could've do was to sit and watch as only Fenton was able to melt the snow.

Danny was the last to get his kids, so as a responsible parent he let them go crazy, for the whole two weeks as long they keep their identities a secret and to be back at lunch, dinner, curfew and family night. which led to a bunch of rogues getting hunted and tied up by a pair of ghost kids. It was a peaceful quiet two weeks for Gotham.

'this is absolutely hilarious' Tucker known as Codelith mentally chuckled as his bat family including Foliahàrà who was sitting across him also tied up, he knew it was Sam the first moment he laid his eyes on her. no one does eyeliner as thick as Sam. Speaking of Sam she was glaring at him from across the room.

from different audiences it may have look like the two was going to kill eachother, but in reality its just their love language. The batfam looked at them confused.

"Codelit." Sam greeted in a annoyed tone.

"Foliahàrà." Tucker greeted in a more joyful tone.

"You two know eachother?" Duke questioned, as he eyed the two. very confused on why the two of them almost have the same green toxic light surrounding them.

"Ofcourse we do, we're ma-" Sam was cut off, by the sound of someone maniacally laughing. fate seemed to be a bitch because in strolled Joker himself holding a bloodied crowbar.

Tucker can feel Red hood relive his trauma, from where his sitting, he didn't really focused on the Jokers dramatic speech, because all he can think was the safety of his new family he grew comfortable with. thank fuck Dan and Dani aren't here.

"What's this a new birdie? Batman.. you sure like taking in a lot of children, how generous of you." this finally caught tucker's attention when as he saw joker walking towards him, his family stayed quiet but kept watching Joker's movements they looked constipated Tucker almost let out a snort but kept it in.

"Codelith wasn't it, Very unique I wonder why you picked it."Joker asked with a chuckle that made tucker want to puke. "Not talkative ey? well that's alright.

"I don't need you to talk." Joker playfully picked up his crowbar, then placed it on Tucker's shoulder dangerously close to his head."I just need you to scream."

He saw Sam trying to use her powers in the background, which unfortunately wasn't working because she's too used making exaggerated movements when using her plant powers, he remembers her saying that it makes it more easy to manipulate the greens around her, so she definitely had trouble controlling it while tied up, after all there was so little wrist movement to work with.

He sent a warning gaze to his Family and wife. to not make any sudden moves, which made Sam hesitantly stop, It was different with the batfam though they were really trying to be free from the ropes.

He returned his attention to joker, who was still waiting for an answer. "He's coming." was all he said, this only made joker grin, and the Bats confused. While Sam immediately got it.

Joker laughed fucking ugly laugh if Tucker said so himself, the rogue pointed at his new family's direction 'Who's he? can't you see new birdie they're all here no one's going to get you!"

And then Joker lifted his crowbar then struck down at Codelith's head, a awful sound resonated across the building, Fuck that's going to leave a nasty concussion. he felt blood dripping from his nose, as he heard the shouts and screams of the Bats and Sam. Oh Sam, I'm alright, Everything's okay, He can feel Foliahàrà's panic and anger from here.

Its okay, he's okay, because he's here.

Tucker grinned fucking grinned, like a villain type of grin. he looked up at Joker's direction and said:"He's here."

And then the wall blew up, making everyone in the warehouse startled, Here comes in the man itself. Fenton fucking Nightangle. with a smile plastered on his face he strutted in with full confidence, damn that's attractive Sam and Tucker agreed with each other.

"Joker." was all Fenton said, as he looked at the man with no emotion, his gaze landed on Sam then landed on Tucker who's blood was dripping on the floor, the only thing that Danny saw was green.

HURT?/PAIN?/IN DANGER.

"Mr. Fenton! are you also here to watch the show?"Joker grinned teeth showing and all. "It's such a pleasure for you to be her-"

Danny walked passed Joker, Never giving him a chance to finish, he focused his gaze infront of him and went towards Tucker and cupped his face making sure he wasn't hurt that much.

"Ah... ofcourse you would immediately go to them, so silly of me!"Joker laughed.

"What do you mean by that?" Batman asked suspicously, as he made sure the Fenton boy didn't hurt his new son.

"Don't tell me you don't know Batsy! gosh darn am I the one that'll say this so exciting." The irritating man chuckled. "Well if you didnt know Batman, Dr.Fenton, Foliahàrà, and Codelith are all married together!"

The Bats let out a gasp of surprise as they looked at the trio, who remained quiet.

"I know right! such a wonderful love story." Joker wiped a fake tear. "Too bad I have to kill you all, Dr. Fenton you might've taken the town in surprise by your so wonderful inventions, but you are nothing without your gadgets." Joker explained while twirling the crowbar in his hands.

Danny let out a chuckle, his back facing the green haired man. "I see that you've made some research about us Joker."

"Yes, you are quite right, I am married to Codelith and Foliahàrà, But there's something you've missed in your research." Fenton continued, he can hear Red robin in the background saying "I don't believe Codelith can pull two fine people." who was shushed by Nightwing.

"And what would that be? please entertain me Doctor." Joker grinned.

"My Hero name's Phantom." With that Danny made a slashing motion as he swiftly faced the Joker face to face, not even a second later half of the warehouse was engulfed by ice including Joker.

Hair white as now. skin pale as a paper, and eyes green as toxic radiation, he once again faced. The vigilantes with a smile and said:

"Well that was an eventful night, who wants Fudge?"

[almostwisegalaxy]

숨 쉬어...(Just a minute to breathe)

Part 2 of ...미안

Yeon Sieun x fem!reader

The reader has a shy character in this story

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The day his friends began to suspect something, Si-eun was holding a small white onesie in his hands. He hadn't seen it coming. With a tender, almost unconscious gaze, he gently caressed the fabric as if touching precious skin. Humin, Hyun-tak, and Juntae had frozen upon seeing him in that baby shop, at the end of a slightly hidden alley near the city center.

"Dude... what are you doing here?" Humin had asked, teasing but intrigued.

Si-eun had startled. The icy mask they knew so well had returned immediately. He had put the garment back and turned around, his expression closed off.

"It's not for me. It's... for a neighbor. She asked me to."

Silence. The three boys exchanged a look. His tone was too dry, too defensive. Not Si-eun's usual way when he was half-lying.

Hyun-tak raised an eyebrow. "A neighbor? You mean you're volunteering now?"

"Forget it," Si-eun had simply replied before leaving, bag slung over his shoulder, his back stiff.

They watched him walk away without saying anything. Something was wrong. It wasn't the first time he had left abruptly, lied poorly, or dodged seemingly harmless questions. But this... there was something different in his eyes. A tenderness they hadn't known in him. A crack.

A few days later, Humin saw him in a pharmacy, buying iron supplements and folic acid. He hadn't noticed him yet. He had that focused, almost feverish look. As if he was afraid of making a mistake, of taking the wrong dosage. Humin had observed him from afar, an odd unease in his throat. He hadn't said anything, not at that moment. But that image had stayed with him.

Then, one rainy day, everything changed.

The four of them were in the high school hallway, a break between classes. The sky was low, gray, humid. Juntae was talking about video games, Humin was half-laughing, but Si-eun wasn't listening. His phone vibrated once. He took it out, read the message. His face turned white.

Then a second vibration. He replied, his fingers trembling.

And suddenly, he stood up abruptly, knocking his chair back.

"Where are you going?" Hyun-tak asked, surprised.

But Si-eun didn't answer. He was already running, bag across his chest, his face contorted by a panic they had never seen in him.

This wasn't just an unexpected event. It wasn't a mood swing. It was a visceral fear. A fear of losing.

They stood frozen for a moment, then Humin, the most curious, approached the desk he had left in a hurry. And there, he saw what he would never have imagined.

A notebook. Open. Ultrasound scans.

Names. Dates.

Y/N.

Pregnancy – 28 weeks.

The three of them looked at each other, shocked. The world around them seemed to stop suddenly. There was nothing but these black and white images, this blurry silhouette of a baby yet to be born, and the first name they had never heard. They didn't understand everything. But enough to know that Si-eun had hidden something immense from them.

The next day, they had decided to talk to him. To force him to explain himself. They knew he wouldn't come to them on his own.

But fate had chosen a different scene for the truth.

They found him in a corner of the high school, near the old art building. He was there, frozen, back hunched, facing his parents.

His mother was speaking loudly. Too loudly. A contained, icy anger.

"Do you realize what you're doing?! You're seventeen, Si-eun! Seventeen!"

"You were supposed to go abroad, get into a prestigious university! And now? You want to stay here? With a girl you got pregnant?"

His father's voice, lower but even harsher: "You're ruining everything. Absolutely everything."

They stayed hidden behind a pillar. Not a word passed. No jokes. No smiles.

They heard everything. Y/N's name. The pregnancy. The sacrifices. The sleepless nights. The choice not to run away.

And then Si-eun's voice, choked with emotion.

"Do you think I chose this? Do you think I had a plan? I'm doing what I can! She... she has no one left. And neither do I, if you continue like this."

His mother approached. They could sense a mixture of fear and despair in her voice.

"She's nothing to you, Si-eun. It's a mistake. You can still pull yourself together. You can leave. Study. Forget."

And then he exploded.

"I DON'T WANT TO FORGET!" he shouted, his voice breaking.

"I love her. She's pregnant. And I'll be there. You don't understand because you've never been there for me either. You've never seen. Never heard. When I fell, she was the one who picked me up. Not you."

The silence after these words was deafening. His mother had stepped back, her face frozen. His father had lowered his eyes. Then, without a word, they had left, their steps stiff, their anger burning but powerless.

And he had stayed there, alone. His shoulders slumped. His breath short.

He was trembling.

Not with rage this time. But with fatigue. With exhaustion. With a weight too heavy for a boy his age.

His friends emerged from their hiding place slowly.

Humin was the first to take a step. Then Juntae. Then Hyun-tak.

They didn't know what to say. They had heard everything. Seen everything.

And facing them was Si-eun. Not the cold strategist, the untouchable boy. No. A teenager on the verge of collapse. A future father. Still a child himself, forced to become an adult at a brutal speed.

Si-eun didn't even look up. He clenched his fists, his teeth. He was trying to hold back. But it was too late. Tears welled up. He had held on for too long.

And the truth, bare, now weighed on his shoulders, with no more secrets from anyone.

His friends were there. Silent.

But they too had changed.

They saw the dark circles under his eyes. The calloused hands. The broken look.

And suddenly, anger rose within them. Not against him. Against this unfair world. Against the isolation he had gone through alone. Against the fact that he hadn't believed he could talk to them about it.

Humin clenched his fists. Juntae looked away, his throat tight. Hyun-tak, for his part, bit his lip.

No one spoke.

Not yet.

Because sometimes, words are not enough.

But at that precise moment, in that forgotten corner of the high school, something had just shifted.

They were no longer three friends facing a secretive boy.

They were four.

And now they knew.

---

The silence that followed the departure of Si-eun's parents was almost religious. Not a word. Not a breath. All that could be heard was the wind rushing through the deserted hallway, shaking the dead leaves on the ground.

Yeon Si-eun remained with his back to them, motionless. He knew they were there. He had heard their footsteps, felt their presence. Part of him wanted to run. To flee again. But he no longer had the strength.

He turned around slowly. His eyes were red, but he was no longer crying. His face was hard. Frozen.

Humin approached first. His gaze was tense, not accusatory, but filled with a dull ache.

"How long have you been hiding all this from us?"

Si-eun opened his mouth, then closed it again. He had no clear answer. No justification that wouldn't sound like betrayal or an excuse.

"A long time, I guess," he said, his voice broken.

Hyun-tak stepped forward in turn, shaking his head, looking both shocked and furious.

"What did you think? That we'd turn our backs on you? That we couldn't understand?"

"It's not that…" Si-eun murmured.

Juntae, usually the most reserved, spoke in a low but firm voice.

"Then what was it? Were you ashamed of us? Or of her?"

That sentence hit him hard. He finally looked up. There was a raw pain in his eyes, a fresh wound.

"Never. Never of her."

He inhaled, his jaw clenched, then exploded softly:

"I didn't know how to tell you, okay? I didn't know how… to explain it to you."

He looked at them one by one.

"I didn't have the luxury of choosing. One morning, she told me she was pregnant, and everything I knew collapsed. I… I did what I could. I acted. I held on. But I couldn't involve you in this."

Humin raised his eyebrows, hurt.

"Involve us? We're your friends, Si-eun. Your circle. You fight for everyone, but you think we don't have the right to fight for you?"

"It's not a question of right!" Si-eun burst out. "It's… it's a question of survival."

He took a few nervous steps. The ground seemed to tremble beneath his feet.

"I couldn't afford to make a mistake. Couldn't afford to break down. Every day, I had to be there, strong, precise. She has no one left. She sleeps in an empty apartment with a blanket that's too thin and pain in her stomach. And I'm doing what I can to keep her going. If I started talking, crying, asking for help, I would have crumbled."

Hyun-tak gritted his teeth. His fists were clenched.

"So you crumbled all by yourself."

"Do you think we wouldn't have understood your fear? Your exhaustion?"

Juntae, arms crossed, added more calmly:

"You cut yourself off from us, Si-eun. We're not just guys you beat people up with or study math with. We're… your friends, damn it."

Those words made something inside him tremble.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Si-eun whispered.

"But you did anyway," Humin replied, his eyes shining.

Silence fell again for a moment. Si-eun ran a hand over his face, as if to brush away the fatigue that clung to his skin like a second layer.

He finally sat down on a step, his shoulders slumped. The others remained standing, hesitant.

His voice became lower, almost childlike.

"I was scared. Not of being a father. That came like a clap of thunder… but it brought light."

He looked ahead, his gaze lost.

"I was scared… of not being up to it. Of messing everything up. Of being like my parents. Cold. Distant. I was scared of betraying Y/N. Of dragging her down with me."

He looked up at them, vulnerable.

"I saw the three of you, laughing, running, talking about your games, your dreams… And I was going home to prepare a hot meal. To help her sit down when her legs gave way. To watch for contractions."

"Do you think we would have laughed at you?" Juntae asked softly.

"No. But I wanted to protect you. From my chaos."

Hyun-tak ran a hand through his hair, shaken.

"You protected us… but you were all alone. You could have died in a corner, and we would have never known why."

Humin's voice was more shaky now.

"And her, Y/N… Does she love you?"

Si-eun nodded slowly.

"Yes. She's never said it in words. But I see it. Every day. In her silences. In the way she waits for me. The way she looks at me when I come home."

Hyun-tak sat down next to him, for the first time.

"And you? How do you love her?"

Si-eun closed his eyes. For a long moment.

Then he replied, in a hoarse voice:

"Like a shipwrecked person loves the shore. Like winter loves the light. I love her… defenselessly."

A profound silence fell.

And then, gently, Juntae sat down in turn. Then Humin.

They stayed there, all four of them, in a circle, as in the old days… but changed.

Humin finally murmured:

"You should have trusted us sooner."

"I know," Si-eun whispered.

Hyun-tak looked up at him.

"You're not alone, idiot. Not now. Not after all this."

A breath escaped Si-eun. Something like a sigh. Or the beginning of relief.

Humin placed a hand on his shoulder.

"We're going to help you. Not because you deserve it or not. But because we're here. Do you understand that?"

Si-eun nodded, unable to speak.

He had never asked to be saved.

But sometimes, the simple fact that someone offers you a hand is enough to pull you back from the edge.

And that day, for the first time in a long time, he felt less alone.

Not saved. Not yet.

But less alone.

And that was already huge.

---

His friends had been badgering him for two days.

"We want to meet her."

"She's carrying your baby, dude. That's literally family now."

"If you refuse again, I swear I'll tell all the supervisors you're hiding a pregnant woman in a dodgy apartment."

They hadn't let up. And Si-eun, despite all his resistance, had finally given in.

Reluctantly.

Because it was Y/N. Because she didn't like being the center of attention. Because she had experienced too much judgment. Too many heavy silences and sharp looks. But he had finally told them about her, and something in their eyes had reassured him.

They weren't there to judge her.

They were there to understand. To share.

And, perhaps, to love.

It was 6:34 PM when they arrived at the apartment door.

Humin was holding a plastic bag filled with snacks and drinks. Juntae had bought a pack of baby socks, too small, but so cute that even Si-eun hadn't been able to complain. Hyun-tak, for his part, hadn't said anything during the whole trip, but his gaze betrayed a feverish concentration, as if he were preparing to take an oral exam.

Si-eun looked at them, one eyebrow raised.

"You guys remind me of high schoolers going to meet their girlfriend's parents."

Hyun-tak sighed, nervous:

"And you look like a single dad expecting a social services inspection."

A small, discreet smile appeared on Si-eun's lips, but he didn't reply.

He opened the door.

The apartment was modest. An empty living room, with only an old rug in the center, a two-seater sofa, and a small, wobbly coffee table. The bedroom at the back was closed. The walls were clean but bare. The air smelled of rice, laundry detergent, and something sweet… like the scent of warm milk or cotton.

Y/N appeared in the doorway.

Small figure, oversized sweater, pregnancy pants that fell a little over her ankles. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun. Her complexion was pale, and she had dark circles under her eyes. But she was smiling. Gently. With a charming reserve.

She bowed slightly, her cheeks flushed.

"Hello."

The boys bowed in return, awkwardly.

"Hello!"

"Nice to meet you!"

"We're the goons who hang out with Si-eun."

Y/N giggled. A light, shy, but sincere sound.

Yeon Si-eun closed the door behind them in silence. He stood near Y/N, out of reflex. She gently reached out to grab a piece of his sleeve. Just for a second. As if to draw a little courage.

Humin approached first.

"I'm Humin. Thank you for having us. We're really happy to meet you. Finally, Y/N. Si-eun told us everything. Well, not everything, but… now we know."

Y/N nodded, a little lost in the words.

Juntae followed, a childlike smile on his lips.

"We brought a little something. I don't know if it'll be useful right away, but… it was too cute."

He handed her the tiny socks.

Y/N took them, hesitant, then her eyes widened.

"Oh…" she murmured. "They're adorable."

She looked up at him, sincere.

"Thank you so much."

Hyun-tak stayed a little behind, arms crossed, then approached slowly.

"I… I'm not very good at these kinds of meetings. But… you seem nice. And brave."

Y/N lowered her eyes, touched.

Si-eun watched the scene. In silence. His heart was beating faster than usual. It wasn't stress. It was… something else. A form of total vulnerability. He no longer controlled the situation. He was no longer protecting Y/N behind barriers. He was exposing her to the gaze of those he loved most after her.

And she was smiling.

She was radiant.

She was offering his friends that discreet light that he thought only he could see.

They all sat down on the floor, for lack of chairs. Y/N offered them tea, then sat down carefully on the sofa. Her hands rested on her stomach. She spoke little but listened attentively.

Humin told an embarrassing story about Si-eun from their first year. Juntae imitated a teacher with unexpected comedic talent. Hyun-tak, despite his silence, observed Y/N with growing tenderness.

And Si-eun? He was there. A little apart. Both present and absent.

He listened to them laugh. Watching Y/N laugh. He said nothing. But inside, something was opening up. Like a door they thought was sealed shut, slowly opening under a warm light.

He even surprised himself by smiling. Not out of obligation. Not to reassure. But because the scene before him was… beautiful.

Y/N, shyly, recounted how Si-eun had fallen asleep half-sitting while massaging her ankles. The boys laughed. Si-eun grumbled, but his gaze remained fixed on her. Fascinated.

At one point, she got up to get a cushion and moved slowly. The boys followed her with their eyes. Her stomach was visible now. Fragile roundness. Promise of life.

Juntae murmured, without even realizing it:

"It's crazy. She's carrying a mini you."

Humin nodded, touched:

"And she's doing it with so much grace…"

Si-eun felt his throat tighten.

Y/N returned, sat down carefully. Then she looked at the boys, hesitated, and murmured:

"I'm glad you're here. He doesn't talk much, but… he cares about you. A lot."

They all fell silent, surprised.

Then Hyun-tak murmured:

"We care about him too. And about you, now."

A discreet tear rolled down Y/N's cheek. She wiped it away quickly, embarrassed.

"Sorry. I'm tired. And emotional."

"Don't worry," Humin said gently. "You can cry. We're getting used to it. Si-eun does the same when he watches commercials with baby dogs."

Si-eun's dark glare triggered a general burst of laughter.

Y/N laughed too. A soft, fragile, but whole laugh.

And at that moment, Si-eun understood something.

He was no longer alone.

Neither was she.

This small, empty living room had become a place of love. Of connections. Of tenderness.

And as the evening slowly faded, as the boys mentally noted the sofa to be changed, the table that was too low, the empty wall to decorate, Si-eun looked at his friends and the woman he loved.

And he thought, for the first time in a long time, that maybe… just maybe… he was going to make it.

---

They had never said they loved her. Not out loud. But she had understood.

The little acts of kindness had started like accidents, or at least, that's what they pretended. None of the boys wanted to admit that they had become attached to Y/N. For them, she was "Si-eun's girlfriend," "the future mom," "the quiet girl," and above all: not their problem. At least, that's what they had said, in the beginning.

But their actions quickly contradicted their words.

The first, of course, had been Hyun-tak. He had shown up one afternoon with a baby crib, half-assembled, the screws in a plastic bag he had almost forgotten on the bus. He had knocked on the door like a hurried delivery man, then slipped into the apartment with the energy of a guy who knew exactly what he was doing.

"The kid's gotta sleep somewhere, right?" he had said, putting the boxes on the floor.

Y/N's eyes had widened. Si-eun, for his part, had remained stoic.

"Are you moving in now?" he had asked in a dry tone.

Hyun-tak had glanced at him over his shoulder. "It's not for you, blockhead. It's for her."

He had pointed at Y/N with his chin, as if it were obvious, as if the question didn't even arise. Then he had started screwing the pieces of the crib together, never really asking where to put it. He had acted as if he were part of the household.

And in a way, he already was.

The sofa had come later, and with it, Humin, in grand style.

He had entered the apartment as if announcing a global surprise.

"TA-DAA!" he had yelled, holding a small delivery receipt in one hand and a half-eaten banana in the other. "I found the sofa of the century! And guess what, Y/N? It even has a built-in footrest."

She had laughed. For real. A discreet but clear burst, almost surprised herself at how it made her feel. She hadn't laughed much lately. And there, faced with Humin's ridiculousness, she had felt… light.

Humin, proud as a peacock, hadn't stopped grumbling at Si-eun when he had dared to criticize the color.

"Hey, it's not for you! Have you seen your taste? If I had listened to you, She would still be sitting on the floor!"

One day, while Si-eun was working after school, the boys had accompanied him to his student job in a dingy little cafe. Juntae had sat at a table, legs crossed, a newspaper upside down in front of him, as if he were overseeing a top-secret operation.

"I'll have a coffee every ten minutes. And you better make sure you don't serve me the dregs, got it?" he had said, his gaze mocking.

Meanwhile, Humin would sneak behind the counter whenever the boss had his back turned, starting to wipe glasses or making faces at the customers.

Hyun-tak, more discreet, had simply folded napkins at an inhuman speed, visibly determined to let Si-eun go home earlier.

"You gotta go home, man," he had whispered to Si-eun. "She's waiting for you. And it's not good for her to be stressed. She sleeps badly when you're not there."

"Since when are you her obstetrician?" Si-eun had muttered.

Hyun-tak had just smiled at him. "Since you started being the guy who moans in his sleep while whispering her name."

But it was perhaps that day that they had really crossed over: the day they had seen her alone in the street.

Y/N was carrying a backpack and two shopping bags, her face tired, her hair pulled back, walking slowly along the main shopping street. Si-eun was still at school that day, held back for a presentation.

The boys had spotted her from afar.

"That's her, right?" Juntae had said, a little surprised.

They hadn't quite known what to do. She hadn't seen them yet. But what they had seen were the looks.

That elderly couple staring at her with a disapproving frown. Those students whispering. That guy who had slowed down as he passed by, as if to double-check what he thought he had seen.

And without even conferring, the three boys had stepped forward.

Humin had appeared at her side first, his smile big and bright.

"HEY! You were shopping without us? You know that breaks my heart?"

Y/N had startled, surprised, then started to smile shyly.

"We were just passing by," Juntae had added, placing himself right next to her to take a bag. "See? You don't even need to ask. We read your mind."

Hyun-tak had said nothing. He had just stood on the other side of the street, arms crossed, his gaze dark, scanning the passersby like a silent bodyguard. And strangely, the looks had become more discreet, the whispers had stopped.

Y/N hadn't suspected a thing.

She had just thought they were there for her. And they were.

The gestures had continued.

Juntae, one evening, had left a box of vitamins in front of their door, without saying anything. A small note on it simply read: "For her. Not for you, Si-eun. You're a lost cause."

Another time, Humin had brought back a whale-shaped nightlight that he had found "too cute to be left there" and had placed it on the table unceremoniously.

"It makes different colors, look!" he had said, all excited, frantically pressing the buttons.

Y/N, seeing him do that, had had tears in her eyes. Not because it was inherently moving, but because this nightlight, this unnecessary gesture, this absurdity... it was the first time in a long time that she had felt cherished.

And when she had turned to Si-eun that evening, she had whispered, almost to herself:

"I think they like me."

He had shrugged. But a smile was gently stretching his lips.

"They have good taste."

With each gesture, the boys made a point of reminding him that nothing was for him.

When Hyun-tak had changed the bathroom light bulbs:

"Not for you. She's the one who needs them."

When Juntae had installed blackout curtains in the bedroom:

"It's not for your baby sleep, huh, it's so she can take naps without getting a headache."

When Humin had brought a speaker to play soft music:

"If you use it to listen to weird rap, I'm taking it back."

Si-eun said nothing. But each gesture melted away a part of his armor. He had spent months fighting alone. Carrying the whole world. And now, these idiots were stealing his burdens one by one, as if they had always been there.

Y/N saw it too. She saw how, thanks to them, Si-eun was starting to breathe.

And she too, was letting herself be carried. Just a little. Enough to smile more often. Enough to laugh when Humin complained that the baby didn't talk to him when he put his head against her belly.

"I'm sure he doesn't like me. It's a conspiracy."

"He's sleeping, idiot," Si-eun would reply.

But the most beautiful thing was what they didn't say.

It was the time they had covered the fridge with little notes for her. Encouragement. Jokes. Badly drawn animals.

It was the time they had all cooked a terrible but edible meal, and Y/N had pretended it was delicious.

It was the time they had all slept in the living room "just in case she goes into labor tonight," even though she was six months along.

And every time they did something, they would look Si-eun straight in the eye and say:

"This isn't for you."

But they both knew that it was precisely for the two of them. Because they were a family now. And in this circle they formed without even trying, Y/N had found a place she hadn't even suspected she deserved.

But they had known it from the beginning.

---

A few weeks later

A routine had settled in. Slowly. Y/N progressed in her pregnancy, with her gentle silences and light smiles. Si-eun, more tired than ever, juggled classes, odd jobs, and a thousand responsibilities. And the boys—Juntae, Humin, Hyun-tak—kept showing up, pretending not to get too attached, even though it had been too late for a long time.

They formed a strange family. Lopsided. Woven with awkwardness, burnt coffee, and animal-shaped nightlights. But a real family, in their own way.

Until that Saturday.

It was supposed to be a normal afternoon. The boys were out buying silly things for the baby's room. Humin absolutely wanted to find a cloud-shaped garland. Juntae grumbled. Hyun-tak followed, his gaze lost.

And then they saw him.

Si-eun.

Standing in front of a downtown pastry shop. With a girl.

Not Y/N.

A girl taller than Y/N, hair down, tight jeans, loud laugh. She had placed her hand on Si-eun's arm. He hadn't pushed her away. He was laughing too. A frank, complicit laugh.

It lasted three seconds.

Three seconds where their whole world crumbled.

Humin was the first to speak.

"No... No, don't tell me he..."

Juntae, pale, jaw clenched: "It's a joke. It's a fucking joke."

And Hyun-tak. He said nothing. He just clenched his fists. His knuckles white. His gaze dark.

Not one of them thought to ask questions. Not one thought that maybe—just maybe—there was an explanation.

Because they had seen Si-eun's smile.

And for them, it was betrayal.

That same evening.

They hadn't given him time to go home.

They had waited for him outside his work. Like an ambush.

It was cold. The sky hung low. And in their eyes, there was no tenderness left.

Si-eun had seen them from afar. He had known.

But he hadn't run.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, calm but defensive.

Hyun-tak stepped forward first.

"Does she know?"

His voice was dry. Brittle.

Si-eun frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Humin exploded.

"WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?! About you hanging out with another chick while Y/N is sleeping in your bed with your kid in her belly! Do you want us to draw you a picture?!"

Juntae spat on the ground. "Have you been messing with us from the start, or did you just change your mind?"

Si-eun took a step back. Shocked. Not by their words. But by their hatred.

"Wait... You think I'm cheating on her?"

"What am I supposed to think?!" Humin yelled. "I saw you! You were laughing, you... you were looking at her like... like you've never looked at Y/N!"

"She touched your arm, damn it!" Juntae added. "She touched you, and you did nothing!"

The tension was electric. Si-eun could have hit them. He could have screamed. But he stood there, frozen. His heart pounding as if it would burst out of his ribs.

"She was the new gynecologist," he said finally. In a sharp tone.

Silence.

But he didn't let them breathe.

"Y/N had back pain. She didn't want to go out. So I took her tests, her papers, I went to talk to the specialist in her place. She laughed because I asked if she could prescribe candy instead of folic acid. And I laughed too. Because I was exhausted. And for once, I just… breathed. For a minute. One fucking minute."

He approached. Slowly. His gaze dark. Icy.

"And you… You think I betrayed her? You think I'm that guy?"

Hyun-tak faltered.

But Humin, still seething, spat: "We think you had no right to smile like that with someone else."

This time, Si-eun laughed. A harsh laugh. Joyless.

"I don't have the right to smile? Seriously? I haven't slept more than three hours a night for two months. I work during the day, I stay up at night. I get up at five in the morning to find oranges because Y/N was craving them. I canceled all my friends, all my plans, I sold my console, my clothes, everything I had for this kid. But because I smiled for two seconds, I become an asshole?!"

Humin lowered his head.

Juntae, jaw tight, was clutching his bag so hard the seams were creaking.

But Hyun-tak, slowly, stepped forward. His face had softened. He placed a hand on Si-eun's shoulder.

"We panicked."

"You exploded," Si-eun corrected.

Hyun-tak came closer, hesitant. He had never been good with words. But now, he had to find them.

"We saw you smile. Sincerely. And… I think it scared us. Because we don't see you smile like that anymore. Not often. Even with her."

He grimaced. Struck by his own truth.

"We were afraid you were looking for air somewhere else."

Si-eun looked at him, frowning. Then more softly:

"And you think I have the luxury of breathing elsewhere? You think I even have time to imagine such a thing? Y/N, she's…"

His voice broke for a moment.

"She's my choice. My world. My damn promise. I'm standing because she's there. And the day she believes I'm looking elsewhere, she'll collapse. And so will I."

Silence returned. But it was different this time.

Full of shame. And recognition.

Humin finally approached.

"We're idiots."

"Top-tier," Juntae agreed.

And Hyun-tak offered a wry smile.

"But idiots because we care about her," Hyun-tak murmured. "And we care about you too, even if you're a dumbass."

Si-eun looked at him. For a long time. And sighed.

He didn't forgive them. He didn't hug them. Not tonight.

But he stayed there. Looking at them, his eyes burning.

And that was enough.

For this time.

---

It was the holidays. Finally.

Not that it changed anything for them: no one had really had time to rest for months. But the very idea of vacation sounded like a miracle. No more classes, no more endless schedules, just... an imminent birth to manage.

Super relaxing.

And that night, it happened.

Y/N was in pain. A lot of pain. Then a lot, lot more pain. She had huffed, groaned, insulted everyone except Si-eun (and even then, maybe "move or I'll decapitate you" counted). Si-eun, for his part, had gone into robot mode: suitcase, papers, blanket, water bottle, tight smile.

Direction: the hospital.

And there, it was chaos.

Hours. Screams. Cold sweats. Contractions every five, then three, then one minute. Midwives coming and going. And in the middle, Si-eun, pale, clinging to Y/N's hand, muttering under his breath: "We'll get through this. We'll get through this. We'll get through this..."

And then... the cry.

A first one. Loud. Piercing.

The world stopped for a second.

It was her. Their baby.

Si-eun felt his legs give way a little. Tears in his eyes, heart in pieces.

But just as he was about to collapse with relief...

"OH. MY. GOD." exclaimed the midwife.

Y/N blinked. "What now?"

"There's another one!"

Si-eun: "...Excuse me?"

TWO.

There were two.

Two babies. Twins.

Si-eun stood motionless. He watched the doctors bustling around, Y/N collapsing with fatigue, the two babies crying like sirens... and his soul temporarily left his body.

Two.

Two bottles. Two diapers. Two pacifiers. Two reasons to never sleep again.

The boys didn't arrive until dawn.

Rushed, disheveled, still bleary-eyed. Hyun-tak had an empty coffee cup. Humin was wearing his t-shirt inside out. Juntae... Juntae had forgotten his shoes.

"WE'RE HERE!" Humin yelled, opening the door. "WE'RE HERE, SI-EUN!"

Si-eun raised his head, looking like a man who had seen war. Literally. Hair a mess, bloodshot eyes, dark circles that would make a panda cry.

"Shut up. Y/N is sleeping. And wash your hands."

"Dude..." Hyun-tak blinked. "Is it me or... are there two of them?"

Silence.

The three of them froze.

Their eyes went from the two cribs... to Si-eun.

Then back to the cribs.

Then back to Si-eun.

Humin was the first to speak:

"Did you click on the baby twice online or something?"

Juntae, in a grave tone: "Dude... Is this a system bug? Was there a 'buy one, get one free' promotion?"

Hyun-tak, more calmly: "Make just one baby was too much to ask, huh ? I'm out. This is too much."

But he didn't move.

Si-eun stared at them. Slowly. Coldly.

"Two. Two babies. And I swear, I already love them. But if you laugh even ONE MORE TIME, I'll hit you with an iron baby bottle."

Humin approached, leaned over the twins.

"Is... Is this real?"

One of the babies sneezed.

Humin jumped back as if she had fired a laser beam. "IT MOVED!"

"Well, it's a baby, Humin, not a Greek statue," Si-eun muttered.

Juntae, hands on his head: "You really have two. That's... wow. You're officially dead, man. RIP."

Hyun-tak had advanced more slowly. He observed. Then whispered, with an almost moving seriousness:

"They're so tiny. They look like... living noodles. But like... cute ones."

Si-eun grimaced.

"Is that supposed to be endearing?"

"It's Hyun-tak, man. Don't try to understand."

But none of them said the real thing. The real thought.

He did it. He really did it. And they're here. They're his. Theirs, a little.

And then, Humin, barely washed (badly, probably), reached out towards one of the cribs.

"Can I?"

"Did you wash your hands?" Si-eun raised an eyebrow.

"Of course!"

"Soap? Between your fingers? Your nails?"

"...I'll be right back."

Half an hour later, after finally passing Si-eun's germaphobic security, the boys were able to approach, one by one.

Humin melted.

"She looked at me. It's settled. I'm her godfather."

"No one said that."

"She CHOSE me."

Juntae took a photo. Then two. Then thirty.

"I'm going to make an album. Title: 'Si-eun Before the Fall.'"

Hyun-tak, more discreet, placed a finger against the tiny hand of one of the girls.

She gripped it.

He said nothing. But he stayed there for a long time, his gaze blurry, as if he were remembering something he had never had.

Si-eun watched them.

And sighed.

"You're going to be terrible godfathers."

"The worst," Humin confirmed.

"But they'll always have someone," Hyun-tak added softly.

Si-eun closed his eyes for a moment.

Then smiled.

Tired. Battered. But whole.

"Yeah. They'll have us."

And it was terrifying.

But it was also perfect.

In their own way.

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@mariii-0001

[lost-romantique]

IMP's Realization & Wake Up Call

All of IMP have just been sentenced to death.

I want you to notice how Loona, Millie, and Moxxie are just staring at shock about the fact that all of them are just about to die.

During the entire time the rest of IMP are staring at horror on their impending death, none of them notice Blitz is struggling and looking only at them.

I want to make this very clear, Blitz is only looking at them. He doesn't care about his own safety at this moment, he just NEEDS to make sure his family is safe.

Millie, Moxxie, and Loona have just been grabbed by the enforcers...

"NO!" Blitz screams this at the top of his lungs, and he looks absolutely petrified.

Suddenly, all of IMP's attention is turned towards Blitz for the first time as Blitz speaks and makes his desperate case.

Notice how Moxxie turns to Millie with a look of utter confusion and bewilderment, even Millie herself looks just as concerned.

Millie and Moxxie are not expecting this sort of action from Blitz.

Blitz is floundering, twiddling his hands nervously, thinking of whatever he can say to stop this event from unfolding.

Blitz is met with Satan's fury and Yogirt intervenes to calm him down.

"Look all that Hell is going to see, is you executing imps who are just trying to do their job! I'm the rogue here, not them!"

Blitz makes his final plea to save the rest of IMP, and I want to point out how Blitz purposely stands tall, sticks his chest out and everything. Blitz is doing whatever he can to make himself appear big, to make himself look like a leader.

Moxxie has spent the entire trial trying to defend Blitz to the best of his ability, but even he is not expecting this.

When Moxxie asks Blitz what he's doing, he steps forward and grips the stone table. his voice is concerned. I want you to also notice how Loona looks so surprised by Blitz's actions to the point even her ears are sticking up.

Moxxie makes one last desperate plea to Satan, and he looks like he's about to burst at any minute. Moxxie is panicking.

Blitz tells him to stop vouching for him, and this is when you hear Moxxie's voice start to quiver. He's terrified right now, he doesn't want to let Blitz go.

The camera pans to Loona as Blitz makes his final request for M&M to watch over her when he's gone.

The moment Moxxie is given his last request this is when the waterworks fall, and he says the words, "No, I can't look, Millie!"

I love Millie's face of pure strength, you can tell that she's upset, but she knows she has to be the one to keep it together. Millie knows that one of them has to be the strong one, so she carries that burden like a champ.

Blitz is chained and forced to the floor on the pedestal of death, he's visibly hyperventilating and his eyes widen the moment he sees the scythe that's about to meet his demise...

The moment the scythe is raised above Blitz's head, Moxxie turns his his head away in tears and Millie can't help but look scared. Loona whimpers, turns away as her eyes tear up, and her ears are pointed downwards.

And Millie... takes on the burden in making sure she watches Blitz's final moments, so he could be there for him one last time. They really are best friends till the end.

I love how at peace Blitz looks in this moment, he's made a lot mistakes in his life, but there isn't a look of regret in his decision.

[sheerfreesia007]

Versace Designs

Pairing: Hyunjin x Reader

Word count: 1,458

Content warnings: Fluff, alcohol

Summary: As one of the Stray Kids’ managers you’re attending a Versace afterparty with Hyunjin trying to keep an eye on him. When Hyunjin gets a little too tipsy during the party he confesses a lot more than just his hand in your Versace gown that was gifted to you.

Jagi: Sweetheart

The venue is absolutely stunningly decorated and you are in awe of how wonderful everything is. Waiters are walking around with trays of champagne and there are high tables set up around the venue for people to stand and rest at while mingling with others that are in attendance. You’re standing at one of the tables tucked away along one of the walls of the venue looking around the room quietly before you sip slowly at your own glass of champagne. You’re dressed in a beautiful floor length deep blue Atelier Versace gown that has sparkling beading along the top of the gown and a high slit on the left side, your makeup is done subtly and your hair is styled perfectly for the event. You feel beautiful tonight and as you stand there at the table sipping on your champagne you hold the feeling close to your heart enjoying it since you don’t often get to feel like this, especially since you’re a manager for Stray Kids you’re so used to dressing in black or muted colors so as not to pull attention to yourself. But tonight you embrace this feeling for once, letting yourself believe it for the evening.

Your eyes spy Hyunjin as he poses with Donatella in front of the Versace backdrop across the room and you smile softly as you watch him grin and laugh along with her while the cameras go off with bright flashes. He looks so handsome in his custom Versace suit that looks as if it’s just an extension of his body and you can’t stop yourself from trailing your eyes up and down his tall frame. The suit was cut and tailored to highlight his lean slender frame and show off his dancer physique. You can see all the photographers vying for his attention and you smile softly knowing how much he’s wanted by everyone around him, even you, you think to yourself and feel yourself flush softly at that stray thought.

He moves along with Donatella talking to different reporters together and your eyes continue to follow him before he suddenly looks towards you and smiles brightly when your eyes connect. You gasp out a soft breath as you watch his eyes squint slightly with an affectionate look on his face as he gazes at you before he’s turning back to Donatella with a wide smile on his face. You’re surprised when you watch Hyunjin say something in Donatella’s ear before her eyes swing over to you and she smiles brightly at you before nodding her head once. You smile softly at her and nod your head in response before taking another sip from your glass feeling shocked that she had acknowledged you.

You decide to walk around the room and make small talk with some of the others that are attending while still keeping a distant eye on Hyunjin. You’re standing with some fashion designers who work for Armani when you feel long slender arms wrap low around your waist and a solid warm chest lean into your back. You turn your head to the side and spot Hyunjin out of the corner of your eyes causing a smile to slip onto your face. You say your goodbyes to the designers and begin to lead Hyunjin away to an empty table at the side of the room. He stands next to you as close as was appropriate in a room full of people and you shiver slightly when you feel him lean down towards your ear.

“You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.” he whispers into your ear and you curl in on yourself slightly as the warmth of his breath tickles your skin making him chuckle softly at your response. “I knew I was right about that dress looking good on you.” he says proudly and you look up at him surprised before tilting your head to the side in curiosity.

“You’re behind this beautiful dress from Versace?” you asked him in soft shock and he proudly nods his head at you while smiling softly almost dreamily at you. He raises a hand and gently traces the edge of the dress as it sits against your shoulder and you shiver once more in response to his touch as that soft smile on his face widens. “I thought it was just a loaner due to me being your manager for the night.” you tell him honestly and he shakes his head before slowly letting his eyes trail up from his fingers on your shoulder to gaze into your eyes as a giggle escapes him before a soft little hiccup.

“Nope all me. I asked Donatella to help me woo the woman I’m in love with.” he confesses softly and you stare at him with wide eyes as he smiles down at you. Your eyes dart between his own eyes and you can see the glazed look there, you figured he must be drunk after sipping on Champagne all night and you smile softly at him knowing that he probably didn’t mean what he was admitting to you.

“Hyune, you’re drunk sweetheart.” you say softly to him and he instantly begins shaking his head at your words.

“I’m tipsy, not drunk. And that doesn’t change how I feel about you.” he insists and you look at him softly causing him to huff softly at you before he leans further down into your space. “I told Donatella that I needed something to wow the woman of my dreams with. She didn’t disappoint, you look so beautiful in your dress. I’m so happy that you wore it, you look amazing.” he says boldly as his eyes stay focused on you causing your heart to start racing in your chest at the serious look that he’s giving you.

“I’m the love of your life? You’re in love with me?” you ask him quietly and he grins as he nods his head eagerly and quickly. “Since when?” you ask skeptically still not believing him fully, you know he’s serious about what he’s saying but you’re still not sure if he understands what he’s admitting to you. You know he cares about you but you don’t believe that he could be in love with you, you just can’t wrap your head around it yet. Hyunjin’s face suddenly scrunches up in thought and his dance amusedly between your own as you huff at him causing him to chuckle softly before tapping his forehead to the side of your temple.

“Ever since you nursed me back to health after I got really sick last winter.” he admits and your eyes widen at his confession while he giggles softly and hiccups once more. Your eyebrows then suddenly furrow and you turn to gaze up at him.

“But Hyune you were practically unconscious for half of that time.” you say with a small shake of your head.

“And yet I still knew you were there for me, taking care of my health.” he said softly as his eyes softened while gazing at you with a soft smile on his face.

“You’re probably going to regret confessing this tomorrow when you’re nursing a hangover.” you tell him softly still unsure about his confession but he’s quickly shaking his head at your words and worry.

“I won't, I swear. I’ve been trying to find ways to confess to you and nothing was good enough. But tonight, tonight is good enough for you. I’m in love with you Jagi. Will you let me show you in every way that I can that I’m in love with you?” he pleads with you softly and you smile up at him as your heart melts for the sweet man in front of you. Your hands come up and cup his face gently as the two of you gaze deeply into each other’s eyes.

“My sweet Hyune, of course I will. But first let’s get you sober, yeah?” you say to him and he nods his head eagerly while smiling dreamily down at you causing you to chuckle softly at him before guiding him towards the door to leave. As you make it over to the door Hyunjin suddenly calls out loudly to someone and you turn back to see him waving excitedly at Donatella before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. Hyunjin happily points at you and you watch as Donatella who’s been watching the two of you with a soft smile on her face nods her head before her smile turns into a happy elated grin. You chuckle at Hyunjin’s antics before tugging his hand closer to you and he turns back to you eagerly, you then guide him out of the party and towards your hotel.

SKZ Taglist: @kayleefriedchicken, @babigriin, @inlovewithstraykids, @channiesrightasscheek, @kaiyaba

[nicolewritesthings]

What would Madonna do?

Summary: Hopper!Reader tries to have a fun night on her favorite holiday, but her best friend’s love life gets in the way.

a/n: posting my drafts now because why not! This is another installment for Steve x Hopper!reader. Can be read as a one shot, but also the earliest timeline moment I’ve written in the series so far. Please read the blurb that kicked this idea off if you’d like :)

Steve Harrington x Hopper!reader, Slight Billy in there too, drinking + light petting

October 31, 1984 - Tina's Halloween Party

Music blasts through the packed house filled with Hawkin's students dressed up in their very best, or worst, costumes. Nancy Wheeler beelines for the suspicious red juice, leaving her boyfriend, Steve, to mingle with his beloved peers.

He scans the room, his gaze settling onto Hopper!Reader, his new pal, who was dressed as a very hot Madonna. She smiles wide and waves even bigger, grabbing tightly to the tequila bottle in her hand and shoving her way to Steve.

Steve beams down at her, his eyes fleeting down to her lips just for a moment before snatching the bottle out of her hand.

"Hey! All you have to do is ask. No need to be so aggressive," she rolls her eyes as Steve takes a swig, handing the bottle back to her.

He shakes his head, "Madonna. Really?"

She shrugs, taking a gulp, "it's sexy and fun. Just like me!"

"And who's the lucky man tonight?" Steve wraps an arm around her, surveying the crowd. He points, "George from first period? Or captain of the football team this time?"

Hopper bites her lip and grabs Steve's chin, turning his attention across the room to Billy Hargrove doing a keg stand, the crowd cheering him on. She smirks, "I'm thinking I'll finally give the new kid a shot."

Steve straightens up, "absolutely not."

She puts her hands on her hips and glares up at him. "Like you have a say in this."

"He's a psychopath. Like, really hyped up on testosterone. It's intense," he states, trying to plead his case. She takes another swig of the tequila, leaning closer, getting up in Steve's face.

"Maybe an intense, testosterone filled psychopath is just what I want," she cocks her head, turning on her heel and strutting to Billy who is mid celebration.

Steve shakes his head, chuckling a bit. Hopper always managed to surprise him. After the events of last year, the two ran in the same orbit now. But their friendship really kicked off when they were partnered together for Chem lab, to which Steve was shocked to see she was even taking Junior chemistry as a Sophomore. He didn’t know much about Hopper other than her cemented reputation as the Chief’s wild daughter. From the bits and pieces uttered about her in the locker room and from what he gathered at parties, he heard she could hold her liquor and was extremely talented in the bedroom. Whatever that meant.

The rumor was, that while she didn’t sleep with a ton of guys, he had only heard of two or three, she was the best they ever had. So when the boys at Hawkins are saying that, some of the girls take it and spin it to create jealous rumors that she’s a total slut. But she doesn’t care about that one bit. Hopper knows who she is and now Steve was starting to as well.

Regardless of the dumb high school reputation, she got along with everyone and managed to slip easily through the different social circles. Partly because of her numerous extracurriculars, but mainly because she was a genuine person. Kind, funny, and completely herself.

So they spent all of last Spring meeting for school stuff, and their relationship turned more into a friendship, bonding over their shared Upside Down trauma and similarly stupid humor. He only hung out with one other person more - Nancy, who didn’t particularly get Hopper’s vibe. She mentioned they had been friends once, but inevitably grew apart. The girls genuinely liked each other, but Steve had a feeling they only tolerated their friendship because of him.

But, again, Hopper was so much more than he expected and so was their friendship. It was easy with her and fun, something he never quite felt with anyone before. So, he can only sit back and enjoy the show, waiting for her silly antics to blow up in her face.

He watches as Billy's gaze lands on Hopper approaching him. A smirk appears on his face. She offers him the bottle to which he gladly takes. Accepting defeat, Steve retreats to the kitchen, looking around for his very drunk girlfriend.

Hopper smirks as Billy takes long gulps of the tequila. He wipes his mouth, "I see you've finally come around, Hopper."

"Oh no, I'm just testing the waters. You've still got to jump through a few hoops," she grabs the bottle back and takes a sip.

Billy shakes his head, laughing, "so it's true what they say about you. Always can count on the chief's daughter to have a good time."

"Guess you'll have to find out and see,” she raises her eyebrows, “let’s dance.”

She takes his hand, letting him guide her to the dance floor.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Nancy gulps down another drink while Steve reluctantly watches Hopper move closer and closer into Billy. He watches as Billy leans down, her hand gripping his shirt and pulling him toward her. Steve turns away, taking a deep breath.

"Hey Nance, let's dance -" he stops short as Nancy haphazardly dunks her cup into the punch bowl. He rushes over to her as she tries to go back in.

"No, no, no," Steve pleads, grabbing her arm.

Nancy turns, "get off."

He pulls her away from the bowl, "No, you've had enough, okay?"

"Screw you," she warns, yanking herself away.

"Nance, I'm serious," Steve pleads but she's quick to dunk her cup back into the bowl. "Hey. Hey. Hey. Stop. No, I'm serious," he warns, reaching into the bowl.

The full cup teeters between Steve and Nancy as they yank it back and forth.

On the dance floor, Hopper moves her body against Billy, their lips connected just slightly as she plays hard to get. He moves a hand to the back of her head, gripping it. She let's out a small gasp at the sudden pressure, smiling into his lips and leaning into his touch.

"Careful," she warns playfully, "you're so close to winning me over."

Billy laughs, pulling back to look at her, "oh yeah? What's my prize then? If I win."

"If you win," she teases, "hm. I’ll think about it.”

He pauses, eyes glimmering with interest, “you’re good, Hopper.”

She goes to lean in when a GASP echos from the kitchen, catching the entire crowd's attention. Billy continues to lean in while Hopper looks over at the scene, finding a punch-soaked Nancy scowling at a very distraught Steve.

"Nance," Steve pleads, following Nancy up the stairs.

Billy follows Hopper’s hard gaze on Steve. He tries not to rolls his eyes. "The married couple will be fine, don't worry," he assures her with just a hint of annoyance.

She ignores his slight tone and nods her head, trying to push Steve from her mind and focus on the extremely attractive boy right in front of her.

As if switching on a light, she snaps back to the flirty girl she was just moments before. She grabs his shirt and pulls him in for a deep kiss.

Billy wraps his arms around her, his hand finding her butt, gripping it tight as the other cradles her neck. She lets her hands wander his tone arms and chest. His lips are softer than she thought they'd be. Actually, he's softer than she thought he'd be. While he grips her tight, it's never harsh, just purposeful. She pulls back. He smiles down at her.

"Let’s get out of here," he smirks.

She nods, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the side door and past the stairs. Just as they reach the first step, Steve rushes down, colliding with her and Billy. She lets go of Billy's hand.

"Whoa, whoa. What's wrong?" she asks Steve, putting a hand to his chest.

Steve looks down, "nothing, Igotta go." He tries to leave but she's quick to grab his arm. She looks up at his watery eyes and brings a hand up to his flushed cheeks.

"No, something's wrong," she insists.

Billy groans from behind her, "he said he was fine. Right, Harrington?"

Steve finally looks up, eyeing Billy then Hopper. "Yeah, don't worry Hop. Have fun."

"That's it, I'm taking you home," she loops her arm into his and heads for the door. Billy throws his hands up, "what the hell?"

She looks back, a smirk on her face, "guess you'll have to work a little bit harder to catch me!"

"Oh, we'll see about that!" he calls back, attempting to cover up his intrigue with annoyance.

———————

The cool Halloween night settles around her and Steve as they walk down the empty residential street, handing the tequila bottle back and forth between the two.

"Bullshit! She said our entire relationship was bullshit! That loving me was, was -"

"Bullshit?" Hopper interjected.

Steve threw his hands up, "exactly! I can go my whole life without ever hearing that word again.

She bites her lip, smiling to herself, "yeah man, that's total...bullshit."

He stops in his tracks, "fuck off."

She nudges Steve, frowning "Seriously though, I'm sorry that happened tonight."

"I don't know what to do. This is the first girl I've ever really seen a future with. What am I supposed to do now?"

Hopper nods, tearing her gaze from him. God, he really is obsessed with Nancy. Poor guy.

"Okay, first of all, we're just in high school. You still have time to figure your shit out."

"Easy for you to say miss captain of the varsity soccer team, class president, Ivy League bait bitch," Steve huffed.

She laughs, "did you just call me a bitch?"

"Yeah, didn't feel right coming out, but you know what I mean. You have your life figured out. You're going to get out of Hawkins and have a big career in the city and meet some really successful guy and make very beautiful yet devious children while I take over my dad's business and marry Tammy or Courtney or Brittany then have a beer belly by thirty-five and hate my life. Not to mention, you'll forget all about me," Steve groaned.

"Wow, you’ve really thought this through,” she chuckles, crossing her arms.

Steve sighs, “well, I’ve actually thought a lot about my future. You know, a few kids in a cozy home, maybe a dog.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“But, Nancy’s always there,” he shakes his head, “no one else.”

Hopper sucks in a breath. A dull pain pings at the pit of her stomach. It hurts her to see her best friend so dejected, but also, can he not see that he’s deserving of this future even without Nancy Wheeler there to complete it?

She clamps a hand down on his shoulder, “any girl would be lucky to share that with you, Steve.”

He looks down at her, catching the honest look in her eye. He wants to believe her, but it’s too soon. Wallowing is the best option for now.

She stares into his big eyes, Steve’s face closer than she realized. She eyes his pink cheeks, tinted from the cold. He breaks her trance, shrugging and looking ahead as his house comes into view.

“Thanks, man” he says sadly. Man. Could that get anymore friendly? Hopper shakes that thought away and loops her arm into his, snuggling into his side. For warmth, she tells herself.

Steve changes the subject, “so you ditched Hargrove for me? That’ll go over well on Monday.”

“He’d be stupid to give you shit,” she shrugs, “if he’s really interested in me.”

“Would you actually go out with him?”

Hopper contemplates this, “yeah, why not?”

Steve rolls his eyes, “you deserve way better than him. You know that.”

“Oh sure. But not everyone’s looking for the love of their life, Steve,” she teases, “I’m just trying to have a bit of fun before life gets too serious.”

They stroll up his driveway as he smiles, “you always are. That’s what I love about you.”

He says it casually but she’s pretty sure that’s the first time he’s said it. Even if it’s just friendly, it still means a lot to her, stopping her up for a moment.

Steve breaks apart from her, heading to the front door and unlocking it. Hopper follows, quickly catching up with him. A smirk on her face.

“You loooooove me,” she sings in his face.

He rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head, Hopper.”

She smiles wide, heading for the kitchen and making herself a midnight snack like she’s done before. Steve shuts the door, leaving the two teens to their familiar post-party routine.

But this time, it’s a little different. The most subtle of changes have occurred in their feelings for one another. A heartbroken Steve felt like his world was ending, only to have his best friend make him feel slightly less terrible, making him realize that he does care for Hopper so much more than he planned to. Hell, he loves her.

And then there’s her feelings. How that dull pain in her stomach intensified when he said he loved her. She would be lying if she never thought about it, loving Steve. She always chalked up the butterflies in her stomach to simple desire. He was a good looking guy, constantly flirting with her because that’s just how they are - two charmers who happen to be friends.

Well, for now.

[dramioneasks]

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[lvmimis]

cw: part 1 of the romantic getaway series of drabbles (probably). reader and izuku are recently broken up. bakugou with an unnamed gf (at least in this part). no other warnings yet. exposition.

Izuku lets out a sigh as he slips out of his hero suit in the men’s locker room of his hero agency. It’s just nearing 6pm on Friday and he’s already exhausted from the week, having run double shifts between teaching at UA in the AM and patrolling in the evening, today being the shortest day of the week. Lost in vacant, unformed thought (which seems to be the norm these days), he’s distracted enough that he’s paying absolutely no mind to his cell phone vibrating out of control on the bench he’s placed it on, enough that it’s poised to nearly bounce off and hit the ground.

And that’s when instead, he hears the door to the locker room slam open, and reflexively lets out a yelp to cover himself.

“DEKU!”

It takes less than a second for a fired-up Katsuki to scan the room and find Izuku covering his torso and boxer briefs with his sweaty hero suit and another second for him to spot the phone he’s unintentionally been ignoring.

“You fucking-” he’s over in a flash and grabs Izuku’s phone, unlocking it instantly - a move that seriously confuses Izuku for a moment - and opens his own messages to him before thrusting it in his face.

“You need to read your fucking texts!” he hisses.

Izuku gives a defeated sigh, putting the suit down finally before reaching for a towel.

“What could possibly be so bad if you’re here in one piece?” he asks. Izuku’s patience in general has reached its limits due to a series of events over the past few months, the fact that he’s been dumped he feels unfairly a major one amongst others, so he can’t help the sarcasm in his voice, but Katsuki glares at him.

“You’re not canceling this vacation, just so you know.”

Izuku can’t remember what the hell his friend is talking about.

“What vacation?”

Katsuki grits his teeth. “Don’t play stupid with me.”

Izuku gives him an exasperated look before wrapping his towel around his waist, and slipping his feet into a pair of disposable plastic slippers.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can I go shower?” he asks. He moves decisively, but Katsuki follows closely behind. Izuku is somewhat surprised by the audacity for his friend to continue yelling at him on the way to the showers but Katsuki is nothing if not audacious.

“All four of us got the same damn email, and I don’t care if the two of you are broken up, you’re fucking going.”

Izuku stops in his tracks, just short of one of the standing showers, and turns to look at him, as recall nearly overwhelms him. His heart begins to race.

Vacation.

Exactly 1 month ago, practically to the hour, Izuku and Katsuki and you, his now definitive ex, and your best friend, Katsuki’s very persistently steady girlfriend, booked a romantic getaway for one week.

A trip that costs no less than a whopping 1,500,000 yen per couple.

A trip that is nonrefundable.

A trip that is so exclusive and sought after that he will literally receive a hefty fine if he cancels short notice (something both of you had found a little odd when you were peering over his shoulder to read the terms of agreement).

“I can’t-”

Katsuki practically has Izuku pushed up in the shower by the neck.

“You are going.”

The four of you booked a suite as a unit as a deal and all members must show up.

“Literally HOW can I go? WHY does it matter if I go? She’s not going to show up!” Izuku retorts. A few rookie heroes are heard entering the locker room, step into the shower room, and the two of them can hear them shuffle right back out.

Izuku sighs.

“Don’t worry about it, we’re working on that.” Katsuki takes a step back, easing up on his hapless friend. “Make sure you pack properly, I’m picking you up to go to the airport.”

Katsuki leaves and Izuku is left, shocked and confused, figuring out how he’s going to manage to spend an entire week with you, a woman who apparently hates his guts now, in supposed romantic bliss.

—

Katsuki is right, his girlfriend is absolutely working on it.

“Hey, I think that we should aim for at least two matching swimsuits - what do you think about these?” 

The two of you are sitting face to face, at a table in a rooftop bar, but she’s sending you links through your DMs, and while you are opening every single one diligently, you’re trying to remind her that you’re, under no circumstances, going to spend an entire week at a couples getaway with Izuku Midoriya, given that you dumped the man 2 months ago and have washed your hands of him ever since.

“I feel like I have to remind you that I don’t fuck with this man anymore,” you finally pipe up, despite noting that your eye is on a crossover halter bikini top you actually find kind of cute.

She looks up at you, then shakes her head before scrolling quickly, then zooms in on the same email the four of you have received, right on the word “NONREFUNDABLE.”

“Read this word out loud for me, hun.”

You roll your eyes.

“It’s not my money, it’s his,” you remind him. As the words escape your lips, you already feel like an awful person, but there’s a reason why you remain steadfast in your resolve to not interact with him at all.

You decided on the breakup and you better stick to it, lest you fall into the same kind of routine over and over again. You’ve never wanted to be one of those on again, off again couples. One and done.

She blinks, then tilts her head, then laughs, taking a long sip of her martini.

“Okay, let’s try this again.” She clasps her hands together in front of her. “You ARE going and you’re going to look gorgeous the entire time.”

“If you just need a fourth person to go there, he can just bring-” Your friend raises her eyebrows and you know better not to pronounce the name that was at the tip of your tongue. “Listen, I don’t have time to go and I’ll just bring down the vibes.”

She shakes her head vehemently. 

“Listen, you need a vacation. You work hard all the time and a week of spa treatment, margaritas and sunshine will absolutely not kill you.”

You frown, but your friend is as persistent as she’s charming. “If you really want to get back at him, Izuku’s card is on file. Spend his money. Suck him dry if you’re really mad!”

You glare at her.

“Financially.” She sips her drink. “Or otherwise…” she says in a small voice. You roll your eyes at her, knowing fully well that the innuendo was intended, but the fact of the matter is that it doesn’t sound like a terrible idea.

A romantic getaway without the romance is still a getaway, and perhaps you do need a break.

So what if Izuku is there to tag along? There’s nothing left between you. 

You’re sure of it.

[luckeych4rm]

ENHYPEN WITH ENTERTAINER TROPES ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

hyung line ///////

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NOTE: hellloooooo!!! double upload, i know i’m crazy what can i say 🙂‍↕️. i thought that i would upload a little something that i was working on to dabble into the enhypen side of tumblr too! originally it was just going to be the head cannons but then i ended up writing a drabble for each one sigh* absolutely no self control whatsoever. this is only the hyung line but if anybody wants it im down to do one for the maknaes as well (i will gladly write anything about jungwon any day). again if anybody is interested in a silly little taglist let me know!! i’m nugu currently so anybody could be the lucky first one wink wink!

trigger warnings: none! just pure fluff basically (also not proofread like at all)

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LEE HEESEUNG

popstar!heeseung x moviestar!reader

-my boy is a singer

- duh!!!!

- Definitely giving The Weeknd or Harry Styles vibes

- and you’re a movie-star!

- like Zendaya level famous

- safe to say that the two of you are very well-known and very well-off!!!

- the only downside is that you’re both painfully single

- The two of you guys both being at the point of your career where every interviewer is questioning why you aren’t in a relationship

- and it’s becoming a valid question…

- Now the way you guys meet is definitely on accident!

- You’re at some well-known event like the grammy’s or something

- and at the same time you guys end up getting lost

- without agents or bodyguards to accompany you since it was just a trip to the bathroom, you’re now both lost!

- and it’s only up from there 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

- now the internet watches your relationship bloom along with you guys, the first sighting of you guys together being a photo of the two of you holding your stomachs and laughing in the face of your managers for missing thirty minutes of the event!

- from then on you guys can be found hanging out during award shows and fashion events

- and sometimes outside of work too!

- never do you guys actually outright say that you’re dating though ://

- your relationship is definitely private but not a secret!

- until a certain pop up event…

YOU’RE PROMOTING SOMETHING STUPID FOR YOUR FANS…

Another lame Erewhon smoothie that nobody actually enjoys, but only purchases because its from Erewhon. Something mixed with mango and strawberries, a drink that would probably taste good if the price wasn’t in the back of your mind with every sip!

You’re at the front lines, passing these drinks out with lightning speed. You also end up signing cups, lids, napkins, and of course pairs of boobs.

Eventually you do get tired out though so you swap with a staff while you still hover around the front counter snd interact with fans. Instead opting to cover the drinks with lids and poke straws through them.

Outside you faintly hear screams and cheers, but you choose to ignore it as they’re probably either for you or one of your many attractive staff that your fans can’t seem to get enough of.

As your back is turned, somebody calls out to you, instinctively you whip your head around greeting them with a smile but you’re definitely not met with a the bright beam from a fan, rather the small grin coming from your boyfriend Heeseung’s face!

“Can I get the (Name) Smoothie? I’m a big admirer of her work.” he slowly says.

Not only were you caught by surprise, but everybody else inside the small grocery store was stunned into silence.

It felt like a scene straight out of a movie! (see what I did there 😽)

Once you get over the shock of your boyfriend randomly showing up to your place of work, you greet him with the biggest smile you can muster.

“Coming right up!”

From then on he stays with you until the event is over. Standing behind the counter and attempting to distract you, assisting some of the staff with making the drinks, interacting with your fans telling them how amazing you are, and not so secretly taking photos of you as you work.

People would think that you would start to get annoyed but no, you’re lovesick ass is just giggling the whole time he’s there!

Once the event is over the two of you can be seen outside, happily eating together and discuss the events of the day

And OF COURSE you guys were trending on twitter already.

i love it when hot people date each other

today was a great day for (name)seung shippers 🤣

AND THOSE THAT SAID WE WERE DELUSIONAL???? SILENCED

they better get married or i’ll actually kms

he looks at her like a damn puppy

^ they BOTH do

With no point in “hiding” your relationship any longer, the two of you posted eachother on instagram

Heeseung’s post consisting of the photos he took of you as you worked and yours being one simple photo a paparazzi took of the two of you dining.

Both captions being, my other half <3

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PARK JONGSEONG

rockstar!jay x bandmate!reader

- i can see his partner being apart of his band

- specifically a drummer

- because they’re hot-

- the scenario being that his drummer quit after having a baby 🫃

- and then first time you guys met being at the auditions for the spot

- he was obviously judging to see who would get picked and you of course were one out of the LONG line of people that were auditioning

- as soon as you walked in IMMEDIATELY there was tension between the two you

- your quiet confidence and the way you carried yourself immediately drawing him to you

- and of course, you were great on the drums!

- literally the best he heard so far

- passionately and fine as shit? he almost died on the spot

- after your audition was over he already knew that you’d be the one to get picked

- not only did he love you but his fellow bandmates seemed to be thinking the same thing

- and not long after the auditions were cut short!

- which led to you getting called back the next day and being appointed as their new drummer yaaaay!

- unfortunately it does take him a little while to confess

- and by a little while i mean like two months after you get chosen

- LOOK IT FELT LIKE FOREVER TO HIM.

- he was deathly scared of not only rejection but if you guys were ti break up he would have to go through the same process again, and you were a damn good drummer

- despite all this you guys end up dating each other

- in fact he’s not the one to confess… but YOU ARE

- you noticed him secretly pining after you and his oh so often longing stares he shot your way during your solos at his concerts

- and you found it cute!

- he soft launches your relationship on instagram

- some photo of you and him posing, laying in bed together

- and the fans go WILD

- oh my god they’re both HOT

- ykw i can’t even be mad at this they look good asf together 🙂‍↕️

- I NEED THEM BOTH BIBLICALLY

- threesome by any chance 🙋🏾‍♀️

YOU WERE GENUINELY STARVING…

You were at one of your tour stops, sitting inside some shitty hotel with a severe lack of AC. The room was dim, humid and burning hot at the same time, and kind of funky.

You and your boyfriend Jay were struggling to say the least.

To too it all of you were absolutely starving, not getting a chance to eat throughout the whole day. Your dah consisted of fixing your drum set, interacting with fans pre-concert, performing at said concert, congratulatory clubbing, and then making your way to this terrible hotel room.

Not once throughout the day did you get an actual meal in, settling on quick snacks and sipping from your water bottle that was refilled about six times.

So naturally your loving and doting boyfriend went out to the nearest gas station to get you something to eat for dinner.

BUT HE WAS TAKING FOREVER.

He had been gone for an hour already which was strange since the 24-hour diner was a ten minute walk away, and you were not only getting antsy from the hunger, but genuinely worried about your boyfriends whereabouts.

Not wanting to stay in the hotel any longer you slip on a pair of shoes and make your way to the diner yourself.

Once you arrive you definitely didn’t expect the sight you saw. There he was, your boyfriend Jay in the diner like he said, but happily chatting with fans.

Specifically chatting about you!

You hear him mention how great you are and how he felt so bad for not getting you anything to eat throughout the day as if it’s his main priority to feed you.

You can’t help but smile softly at his words. Secretly you sneak up behind him ushering your fans to withhold their cheers and excitement and then…

“BOO!” and he flinched life his life was about to end.

Rather than getting mad or having a pout on his face like fans expected, he quietly chuckled to himself and immediately leaned in to kiss you on the cheek!

“I got your food, love” he mutters as he hands over the plastic bag, “Got a little distracted though.”

“I can tell!” you laugh as his gaze slowly panned towards the group of fans eating inside the booth

After making brief conversation with the group, your stomach ends up growling embarrassingly loud, so you and Jay excuse yourselves (of course taking a photo before the two of you leave!)

As you walk out you can her one girl whisper to her friends,

“I hope I end up in a relationship as healthy as theirs one day.”

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SIM JAEYUN

singer!reader x high-school-sweetheart!jake

- you’d definitely be some indie singer at first

- playing in the crappiest of venues with a decent amount of fans

- until one little video was posted….

- then BAM all of a sudden your dms are FILLED, email inbox FULL, and fans coming up to you on the street

- and of course everybody’s favorite-

- industry plant accusations!

- as you go from 150 capacity venues to 15,000

- from watching award shows to being nominated and attending them

- there’s one person who was there to see it all…

- through the thick and thin there was a singular man

- your lovely boyfriend jake!

- of course you guys met in high school

- that one fated physics class project bringing you two together

- he asked you out on a whim really after accidentally confessing his love for you over text

- truly romantic…

- nonetheless he was great to you

- library dates, trips to the valley, nights under the stars

- you guys were just the cutest!

- and you NEVER shied away from telling him your dreams of becoming a singer

- and he supported you all the way through!

- late nights trying to find any venues that you could book

- constantly giving you tips on your music, even occasionally assisting you on the producing

- and reading over lyrics together day after day

- your own little manager basically!

- when you finally blew up he definitely bawled his eyes out

- he was always there to see all of the hard work you put into your career

- HE CANT HELP BUT BE EMOTIONAL

- once you got a little bigger than expected he quit his “managing” gig

- something about not mixing work with relationships

- DONT GET IT TWISTED THOUGH HE STILL SHOWED UP

- every concert he paid for his own ticket

- would show up to all your little fan and collab events

- your fans would definitely start to notice it though…

- “who is this random ass man and why is he always near MY (Name)

- “i can’t believe names biggest fan is a man”

- “isn’t this borderline stalking 🧍”

- would definitely end up getting cancelled

- some twitter thread about how he’s a crazy stalker

- (even finding photos of him being outside your hotel)

- which would lead to you outting him on live!

THE COMMENTS ON YOUR LIVE WERE LOOKING STRANGER THAN USUAL…

Usually your fans always acted a little weird, but today they were behaving more insane than most days. The comments that were quickly flashing on your screen were starting to scare you a little bit. Something about a stalker?

“Guys what the hell are you talking about.”

@(name)luvr (yes he has fan account) trying to steal my wife

theres no WAY you haven’t noticed that one guy thats always at every concert

please be safe (name)!

can he off himself.

A man being at all your events? now thats definitely unheard of—the majority of your fans being women and everything else in-between, but NEVER a man.

All these comments basically scaring the shit out of you, which eventually leads to you finding a certain twitter thread with a decent amount of likes.

and THATS when it hit you.

“Guys, that’s literally my boyfriend Jake?”

WHAT 😀😀

THIS IS LITERALLY THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE ?

wait they don’t swing the other way-

YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT CREEP GETS TO HOLD YOU EVERY NIGHT??????? 😹

i could treat you better 😈

bro he’s ugly as shi-

meanwhile Jake is in the other room absolutely losing his damn mind.

He was completely fine with being viewed as a crazy fan, in fact he took it with pride! knowing that they would never get to experience the things you did, like he would made his ego HUGE.

But now thats new you’ve exposed him.. surprisingly he feels even more smug!

Sooner or later he ends up making his way towards your room. He softly asks behind the camera if he can join your live and say hello! (really to troll everybody that’s hating on him)

“Here comes the stalker!” you say excitedly.

“HEY don’t call me that they might actually believe that I am.” he says mid-climb onto your hotel bed.

The comments now going at the very least 20 times faster than they were before—you guys spend the rest of the livestream laughing like maniacs reading the funniest tweets and comments regarding the reveal of @(name)luvr

and if a multitude of photos of the two of you being absolute idiots in love is posted on his twitter account the morning after, with the caption being…

HOES MAD 😹😹😹😹 #iliterallywon

then thats nobody’s business!

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PARK SUNGHOON

actor!sunghoon x actor!reader (costars turned lovers trope)

- Sunghoon would be a famous actor, obviously

- otherworldly acting skills + a handsome ass face???? ITS ONLY UP FROM HERE

- would definitely only play in like murder mysteries and action movies

- majority of them where he is some silly super spy or undercover agent

- The reason as to why that is…..

- he’s just shy

- this man can barely talk to women its genuinely a health concern

- of course, he would never admit to that

- in interviews when he gets asked about his lack of different genres in his resume he dodges the question sooooo easily

- “So, any upcoming plans to star in some romantic films this year?”

- “No, but DEFINITELY make sure to check out my latest film-“

- “Any specific reason as to why you choose not to star in any cuter more lax films? you’d do-“

- “HAHA! that’s funny, did you know that I did all of the stunts myself this time around?”

- like he’s embarrassing himself

- even the fans are confuzzled!

- eventually his manager pesters him enough into taking the male lead role in

- some novel, to comic, to film adaption (shoutout to my webtoon lovers)

- something about “putting that pretty face to use!”

- it also had plenty of action which is the only reason why he accepted it!

- that’s where he meets you, his lovely costar

- now you were the complete opposite of sunghoon

- often playing the the romantic lead in the majority of your projects

- (and the people ate it up every single time)

- which is why you decided to switch it up a little, where you’re still going to be giving them some romance but also go through mass amounts of action packed scenes

- the first time you guys met was definitely…. something!

- You being eager to meet your cast mates while sunghoon actively avoids you

- When you finally manage to trap him and hold out your hand for a handshake

- he damn near passes out on the spot.

- “Hey, i’m so excited to get to work with you! My name is (Y/N)!” as your arm is actively stretched out, waiting for him to finally shake your hand

- “Uh… yeah.”

- he shakes your hand but not without shame due to the uncomfortably long time it took him to outstretch his fingers to you and the MASS amounts of sweat they coated with

- his manager notices his shenanigans

- WHICH LEADS TO….

- my favorite trope, forced exposure!

- museum visits, café runs, random sleepovers that adults really shouldn’t be having, and more!

- at first he couldn’t do it.

- would literally stay inside his house shaking in his BOOTS

- until you had to go there yourself and drag him out by the neck!

- “HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE?” (he was in fact hiding in the closet)

- “Your lovely manager gave me a spare key!”

- eventually he would start going willingly

- fortunately, this did make sunghoon get more used to standing near you without combusting!

- unfortunately, led to him developing a strangling crush on his costar, YIKES.

- little does he know… you’re equally obsessed with him!

- something about his pathetic-ness draws you to this loser…

- you’ll never admit that though, not now at least

- what can you say, gotta keep them on their toes somehow

- hopefully the filming goes well….

IN THE VENUE OF THE SET, YOU COULD DISTANTLY HEAR TALKING COMING FROM ONE OF THE ACTORS ROOMS…

You just got done finishing one of your scenes for your upcoming movie—which unfortunately required you to constantly be forced to wear the POOFIEST of princess dresses for almost the entirety of filming, which was just about 18 hours if you’re lucky enough to not have to sleep on set.

the humidity in your lounge room not helping your case, causing you to sweat profusely basically ruining every drop of blood, sweat, and tears your makeup and hair team put into make you look perfect.

“Sorry guys, I don’t know why it’s so hot in here” you apologize for the umpteenth time.

“No don’t worry!” your lovely makeup artist, Stella, says to you has she profusely waves a mechanical fan in your face, “I don’t know why they gave you the stuffiest room, you’re the main character for crying out loud?!”

That was true. You played the main character, the princess that suddenly ran away from home in search of her long lost brother. you’d think that they’d at least give one of their main stars a larger fan, or maybe even air conditioning in their private quarters but alas—what can you do about it.

“I suppose there’s nothing we can really do about it.”

she frowns deeply at your indifference towards your situation. it’s not the first time you’ve been given a shitty dressing room, and it definitely won’t be the last—the mistreatment you face as a female actress becoming less and less of a concern over the years.

Just as you’re about to tell Stella that you can hold the fan yourself, Sunghoon suddenly bursts into the room——with a 7-11 slushee?

“Hey Hoon, when the hell did you get enough time to buy that?” you questioned.

Instead of replying, he walks towards you, silently handing you the bright red beverage.

Confused by his strange actions you ask, “Aren’t you supposed to be filming your solo scenes right now?

“Yeah,” he says bashfully, “but I heard you complaining about the temperature of your room earlier, and thought that I’d bring you something”

The roles were reversed and all of a sudden you’re the one thats silent. The both of you just there with heated cheeks and the shyest of gazes. And before things get even more awkward he swiftly leaves the room just as fast as he came in, not giving you a chance to thank him.

Unfortunately for him, not quick enough, as you notice the pink tint that laced his ears and neck.

The next day he wakes up to his café order being neatly placed outside his lounge room with a small note attached.

Next time you sneak off set, take me with you! :)

(also i hate to break it to you but that pussy does NOT ask you out until after the filming is over and the movie is in theaters 😹)

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[aninipanin1]

I am currently listening to classical music, and it reminded me of Your Lie In April, and I suddenly had a thought, so please bear with me:(

Violinist!Reader and Ex!Pianist!Sae who met you in the old music building he used to practice in when he was younger.

For some odd reason, he felt compelled to listen to your spry version of Beethoven's Spring Sonata. It was full of energy and passion, its colour reminiscent of a bright sunny day running through a field of flowers, with nothing but naive thoughts running through the persona's mind.

Personally, he is more of a classical player. Playing pieces from Mozart, Haydn, or even doing some early works of composers like Beethoven or Schubert. It fits his elegant and smart playing more than the passionate and dramatic Romantic era of music.

However, something about the way you translated the usual sonata was different. It felt like you were speaking to him with words, words filled with enthusiasm, joy and weirdly, peace.

It was like a person with a youthful personality, yet a soul and wisdom of an old lady. And simply, because the look in your eyes reminded him of his young self. His young self before he went to Spain to learn more about music and himself, but instead he lost himself, nowhere to be found anymore.

However, that all changed when you stopped playing, and you both started talking for a while. You were annoying, absolutely so. You were helpless, stubborn, and so irrevocably and disgustingly...sweet.

He doesn't like how every time you try to involve him in conversations, never forgetting that he was even there beside you (he had tons of friends do that before) or even making sure to listen to his one liners his heart would start to flutter uncontrollably.

It wasn't a surprise to him to find out you join a few local competitions. You were not bad at your craft and so you deserve to be on that stage of course. However, you do need an accompanist. So you asked him.

At first, he vehemently told you no. Like a huge, capitalized, and bold NO.

He VOWED to never touch that cursed instrument ever again. He had some things to focus on now, such as football. He won't let anything get in the way of that.

However, through a miracle (and a little stubborness from you and a lil alliance between you and Rin) he managed to say yes and went to the event to accompany you.

You were a lil diva with it too, choosing to pick a Mozart piece, knowing full well it was a part of his identity when he gained his fame as a child. Mozart E Minor Sonata No. 21. How long has it been since he even touched any music sheets or read a music note? Years.

He did have like three sessions with you to train the whole piece, but any professional know that that was not enough, especially to win a goddamn recital.

But you insisted, and the performance was a mess. His once calculative, elegant, and perfect playstyle was not even there. Instead it felt like a shrill cry from an infant, preventing everyone to even hear or find your part listenable because the accompaniment was so loud.

But, you did not waver. No, instead, you just smiled before playing even harder and better. Sae was internally panicking though, he has never gone to a recital without atleast practicing a piece a hundred times! What was he doing ruining his already shattered career in music?!

But for a while, at least, he let himself fall deep into the embrace of music once again. And this time, you also awaited him with open arms.

The moment the music ended, the people were still shocked at what they had just witnessed. It felt like a fight. But it wasn't the dog fight kind of sound, but more of a fencing fight between two pros with nothing but respect and admiration for the other.

Itoshi Sae sweated. He felt like he became a little more human in that performance. Like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon.

Has playing ever felt this liberating before?

Then he turned to you, who immediately hugged him in the back stage, thanking him for doing his best even if he was in a stump.

He was supposed to be in a stump. He couldn't write anything anymore, he couldn't even get himself to play atleast one note and whenever Rin would press atleast one note from the grand piano in their house, Sae would look at him with a glare, like a cat feeling threatened as it straighten its tail.

But now... maybe, just maybe. This stump, his period of passionless, dry, and fatal search for his talent and dreams in the wide dessert of life. He found an oasis, one that could bring him vitality and, hopefully, even a direction in life's dessert.

That was all he was thinking about as he kept his eyes on you, bowing and chatting amicably with the staff as the next performance happened.

Blue Lock is WRITTEN by Kaneshiro Muneyuki and ILLUSTRATED by Nomura Yusuke. All credits to the both of them.

[natewriteslol]

Request for the Obey Me brothers please: reacting to finding gn!writer!MC’s story drafts for the book MC is currently writing

Bonus if you want: bros also reacting to the death of their favorite character in said book (or finding out it’s planned already)

A/N: Hi my sweets this request will be splitting this into two parts since I accidentally made this too long!!

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

You wrote under an alias therefore no one except for those closest to you knew that it was you who wrote these masterpieces that took Hell by storm!

It was such an exciting, captivating set of novels that no matter the genre was full of mystery, drama and betrayal so shocking that not even the most conniving devils could predict the jarring turn of events

But what happens when he finds the most surprising twists of all?

Lucifer:

Lucifer was one of those people who believed that it was going to be a predictable end for one of his favorite characters Donivan, the best friend and who was in love with Annalise, however never confessed to her how he truly feels. And truth be told, he said that he doesn't exactly get attached to fictional characters, but he adored Donivan and his independent, strong yet caring nature. He thought that after a life of struggle and finally finding happiness with the heroine and friends was such a beautiful (and relatable) thing.

In your room, your notes were left astray much to the demon's dismay on your desk. And as he was tidying them, one of the papers titled "Donivan - End" in bold letters at the top caught his eye. Although Lucifer knew that this was your property and you take pride in your own work and business...

He absolutely had to take a peak, after all you left it right there infront of him! Lucifer grabbed the parchment with haste, making sure not to disturb the papers surrounding it and adjusted his glasses to read.

'Donivan will be battling in a sword fight with Brutus, after not being quick enough to dodge the attack he will have his throat slit and stabbed numerous times. This chapter will conclude his life flashing before his eyes, until it ends with him playfully running on the beach with Annalise before planting a kiss on her lips and confessing in this fantasy "I love you more than life Annalise." Before finally succumbing to his death.'

To say he was appalled would be an understatement to be honest, as he believed that they were going to get their complete happily ever after like you inferred they would! There was no way he could get you to change it either...or could he?

As he stopped by your dorm to speak with you the next day, he

"I've been meaning to ask, how is your novel going Y/N? Everyone has been buzzing about the new sequel," he inquired as he caught you with your trusty laptop.

"Ah, it's going well but I am having trouble with closing the ties of it," you replied, engrossed in typing.

"Yes, yes I see...you know the school library actually did a popularity poll online for your characters and you will never guess who came out on top," he said, taking a seat beside you on the bed.

"Oh my gosh, who?"

"Annalise of course, but she ended up tying vote counts with, Donivan."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes. Many are so fond of the fellow and so am I, you best make sure that all is well with him, you know for, um marketing purposes."

"Hmm...that might be a good idea, I think I'll talk it over with my editor and see how we should close this book," you smiled after being in thought for a while.

Finally, once the book released it was a smash hit and he had successfully persuaded you into keeping Donivan alive and getting his happy ending with the lovely Annalise. It was what the people wanted!

Even if those popularity votes in the poll online were just slightly tweaked from a certain someone who created the competition itself.

Sometimes you have to take fate into your own hands.

Mammon:

Mammon truth be told, never really liked reading. In his mind books were associated it with school, punishment and situations where he'd rather be doing literally anything else. Until you walked into his life and began letting him in on the story you were writing as well as giving him book recommendations.

It's like you truly knew him for him, and he actually took it really personal as Mammon for the first time was enjoying something that he pushed back on. And it made him feel special that you let him in on the bits and pieces what you were cooking , especially since no one knew it was you writing these fantastic stories and you trusted him.

So when for the final book you said that you had to completely keep your mouth shut, is when Mammon was kind of going crazy.

"What do you mean? You always tell me what's goin' on!" He exclaimed in your bedroom as you hid your laptop from him.

"I'm sorry Mammon, but I'm putting my foot down since it is the final book," you said firmly.

Until it was only a day later and he saw your computer left wide open, you were gone taking care of tasks, planning a banquet with Diavolo and Lucifer for affluent DevilDom attendees. It was the perfect opportunity for the demon.

One little peak couldn't hurt right?

So there Mammon was, snooping through your documents only to find an absolute jackpot more valuable than any cash prize at the casinos he frequents, "Tariq- Plan"

Tariq was his absolute favorite character, he was a bag-chasing, spiteful, cunning badass with no regard for others but still managed to do what was right on the occasion. Sure he had some sins on his back and some people he wronged but, Tariq was the absolute best especially since he held so much love and admiration for his girl, Sareema. He was all round one of the best characters in the entire party as they acted as nomads, defeating the great evils around the world. To say Mammon was excited to see what happens to him would be an understatement.

'Eventually, Sareema would be the one holding the branch that stopped them from falling into the ancient serpent Titan's pit. As Sareema held onto his hand, her grasp was slipping, growing weaker and weaker by the second. Tariq quickly understood that there was no getting out of this, it was either him or Sareema. He gazes upon her with a sad smile, and she immediately catches on and begins yelling at him, "Don't you dare, Tariq! Tariq don't let go of my hand or I'll never forgive you!" He ushers her, telling her that it's going to be all right.

"You can hate me all you want, but just know that I love you Sareema. Live for me and keep fighting," he pressed a kiss to her knuckles despite her rancorous screams, and finally.

He lets go, falling into the abyss."

A hand flies to his mouth, after everything he went through Tariq just...dies?

Nope not happening nope. The greed demon immediately beings operation: save Tariq because there is no way he will be dying on HIS watch. Therefore, he begins talking to you about him trying to keep it on the downlow.

"Ya' know...Tariq is my absolute favorite character in 'Crypt Keeper' honestly. In my opinion he of all people has to make it to the end," he says lounging on your bed whilst you type away.

"Why do you say that? After all, if he goes then it's kinda pay back for what he's done to other people, Mammon," you reply, your eyes not leaving the bluelight screen.

"Yeaahhh...but what about the growth and redemption arc! He goes through all o' that just to...I don't know-"

"You read my ending for Tariq didn't you."

"...YES AND I'M SORRY IT WAS JUST RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME AND I COULDN'T HELP IT. BUT Y/N I'M TELLIN' YA YOU NEED TO KEEP HIM ALIVE HE'S A GOOD MAN!"

Although you give Mammon a heavy scolding after this, you do end up rewriting the story so that Tariq comes out alive. After performing a magic spell that cushions the landing as well as winning an epic battle between him and the ancient snake Deity, Armun. Eventually he makes his return, surprising Sareema. It made both the audience and Mammon happy so, a win is a win.

Leviathan:

Although he loved to read comics, Levi never really dabbled in traditional reading unless it was a manual for a figurine, lore about a character he enjoyed from anime, fanfiction or school. The only real exception for that was 'The Tale of the Seven Lords' series and some books Levi found entertaining but, he just wasn't a book kinda guy. But when he found out you were an author he was more than happy to read a bit of your work.

And then he became obsessed with this one character.

He was a pirate captain who although was a bit morally grey due to light plundering, protected the innocent and robbed the bad guys blind all at the same time. His name was Percy Ragtop, one of the love interests in your romance, action series 'Traitors of the Sea'. Despite being rugged, he was awfully quiet and also held a more sensitive side to him. Around the heroine Amerie, he was able to truly relax and be himself without the title of "Captain" being attached to him.

He was in love with this character, Levi felt like he could really relate to him as the title of being Grand Admiral was super stressful for him too. And he was under the impression that it would be Percy who survives and ends up being the final man for Amerie. After consuming so much anime and media himself, the sea captain checked all of the boxes: The first man the heroine meets, brooding and distant but lets her, the sensitive and caring yet feisty one in, and spent overall the most time together. It made complete sense until while Levi was passing by your room he heard,

"Ugh! How am I going to kill this guy in his fight with Wade," you muttered to yourself.

There was an impending fight with Wade between him and Percy, as they were rivals since the time they began being pirates! Alongside the last novel ended off with a cliffhanger of Wade boarding Percy's boat, inferring a showdown between the too. The demon's heart sunk, as this means...Percy will perish.

But he ended up double checking by going through your notes for Percy and finding them. Maybe you meant another character!-

And there is was, in bold lettering, "Percy's Death: Plan" and although it was blank it still broke his heart.

Once you came back home after shopping and hanging out with friends you were met with a nervous Levi.

"Is everything alright, Levi? You look a bit...scared-"

"Y/N, I know I shouldn't have been snooping...butIsawyourplanforPercy'sdeath," Leviathan confessed quickly, completely ashamed. He couldn't bare to lie to you about it any further.

You let out a betrayed gasp, "Levi! You of all people value privacy so much and you went snooping through my shit?!"

"I KNOW THAT IT'S WRONG BUT PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM I LOVE HIM, Y/N!" he was already grabbing at your legs crying, this was as serious as someone like Ruri-Chan passing away.

So you decided to rewrite it, yes because he was Levi's favorite but also you weren't exactly sold completely on killing him yourself. Percy would lose an arm however would win his fight with the notorious evil Captain Wade and your fans were absolutely loved this captivating ending alongside with having a happily ever after with Amerie.

You didn't tell Levi whether or not you were going to change it. But you got an idea the demon found out because as soon as you released it, you heard cheers coming from his room. Heavy and fast footsteps were on the way to your room, he opened the door and pulled you into a strong embrace, thanking you (also crying happy tears but you totally didn't see that).

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

[etherealrin]

Good morning Tiff. I'm here for the 500 event. May I order: iced mocha + pain au chocolat + for here! Scenario: Megumi and Reader grew up together as neighbors before Reader relocates to another district in Tokyo due to her father's job. After a routine mission, Megumi and Gojo comes across a grown-up Reader purifying a cursed spirit-haunted factory. Gojo expresses his surprise when he detects Reader using purifying energy.

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. it’s you!

warnings: none pure fluff // gn reader, childhoodbffs! // wc: 573

fushiguro megumi doesn’t get shocked easily. no matter the circumstance, he’s always one to be calm and level-headed. not even his childish and far too lax teacher, gojo satoru, was capable of disturbing his composure. he’s definitely not one to get distracted during a mission, especially not while his teacher was monitoring him.

but suddenly, megumi’s stunned, paused and jaw-dropped in the middle of the long hallway at the sight of you.

you, who he’d moved next door to at the age of five on a cloudy day. it had started raining, but megumi was locked out of the new house. his father was gone somewhere, tsumiki’s mother nowhere to be found, and tsumiki herself void as well. the light drizzle threatened to turn into an all out downpour, and just as he prepared himself to be soaked—you were there. door to your home open, gesturing him inside like you’d been friends for eternity. he was stuck in your living room for an awkward two hours, in which you essentially interrogated him; but he oddly didn’t mind. your bright eyes lit up when he gave answers longer than a few words, and he knew even then: he was completely sold.

inevitably, megumi had gone to school with you, where he was often in trouble. you, on the other hand, were the golden child adored by teachers and students alike. despite the popularity, you had never failed to seek megumi out during lunches and recesses. in short, you became his world, until the both of you were eleven and your parents moved you out of the city. megumi had wanted to say it then, what had been on his mind for the past six years, but the words were glued to the back of his dried throat. he could only watch in silence as you said your tear-filled goodbyes, and muster one of his own.

you had saved him back then. and funnily enough, you’re still saving him now, many years later.

“watch out!” your voice tinged with worry snaps him out of his thoughts, and megumi barely has time to duck before you purify the curse that had lunged for his head.

he looks up, and he swears it’s just like a movie scene. your hair falls perfectly, almost like slow motion as you look down at him, and your familiar eyes widen with recognition.

“…gumi?” you sound shocked, speech tinged with indiscernible emotions. you’re the only person who can call him that, and the way the nickname floats off your tongue makes megumi melt.

“it’s been a while” he says at last. you raise an eyebrow.

“really? that’s all you have to say to me?” you’re half joking.

“no, but i’m not good with words.” and so he pulls you into a tight hug instead, basking in your presence. it says all the unsaid words megumi cannot convey. you still smell the same, and he thinks he still feels the same way about you too.

click. the white flashing of a camera momentarily blinds megumi, and the moment is wholly interrupted. so that’s why gojo had been oddly quiet the entire time.

“sending this to nobara and yuuji now! the caption will be: breaking news: the ever-stoic megumi shows a shred of emotion!!” the supposed adult in the room gloats, waving his phone at megumi.

“is that your…uh, co-worker?” you try, eyeing the blindfolded man with suspicion.

“no. absolutely not. i don’t know him, actually.” megumi deadpans.

“oh don’t be like that megumiiiii” gojo drags the last syllable. he then turns to you, pointing at the black haired boy, “this is my cute and stellar student!”

megumi winces, left eye twitching.

ılılılılılılı now playing: it’s you by max ft. keshi

a/n: HIII TYSM FOR REQUESTING!!! HOPE U ENJOYED THE TREAT ❤️

cafe orders. cloud 9 cafe! regular masterlist.