#it's like everything looks like they were joking but they were serious 😭😭

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ʚིᵋ ⋆ SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) 5th Album ‘HAPPY BURSTDAY’ LISTENING SESSION ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) 5th Album 'HAPPY BURSTDAY' LISTENING SESSION

synopsis: Join SEVENTEEN in this listening session for their 5th Album HAPPY BURSTDAY, filled with heartfelt reactions, behind-the-scenes stories, and playful moments you won’t want to miss.

my family and i have been traveling lately, so i have been busy and haven’t been updating 😭 this is my little token for you, my loves because i simply couldn’t help myself! after watching this video, i knew you guys would love to see the members’ reaction to Luna’s solo song (i do too!!) however, this will be a shorter post because i will not be doing the entire video considering it won’t really change anything plot wise. i will, however, focus on their reaction to Luna’s solo song and Luna’s reaction to Jeonghan’s solo song + JeongNa crumbs because… JEONGNA FOREVER! anyway, happy reading my loves and see you soon!! 💖

oh! and! STREAM HAPPY BURSTDAY!

╰ ౨ৎ LUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST ╰ ౨ৎ svt youtube

bold dialogues are spoken in english ღ

The studio was quiet, dimly lit with just enough warm light coming from the ceiling panels and computer screens. The equipment around the room gave off a soft hum— mixers, monitors, wires, a few glowing buttons here and there.

The desk in front of the dual monitors was packed, but not messy— everything had its place. There were folders open on the screens already, each one marked neatly with names, tracks, timestamps. The walls were padded, the soundproofing thick enough to make everything feel still. Even the air felt heavier somehow, in a good way.

Behind the desk, a long couch sat against the back wall. A little wrinkled from use. Some bottles of water, a blanket folded up at the side. It looked like a room meant for focus, not fun— but familiar enough that it didn’t feel stiff.

Woozi came in first.

He walked straight in, quiet, like this was just another Tuesday for him. He sat in the producer’s chair without a word, leaned forward, and immediately got to work. His hands went to the keyboard and mouse right away, clicking through files, setting things up. He wasn’t rushing, just moving like he already knew exactly where everything was. The screen lit up in front of him while he adjusted some sliders and cleaned up the timeline on one of the tracks.

It was calm. No chaos. Nothing like how Seventeen usually acted during variety shoots or Going Seventeen. The vibe here was completely different—serious, but not stiff. Comfortable. Like they all knew they could focus and just be themselves without the jokes flying every five seconds.

Then the door opened.

“Woozi!”

Dokyeom stepped in, his voice echoing a little in the quiet room. It broke the silence, but not in a bad way. Woozi answered with a small hum, still not looking up from the screen.

Dokyeom made his way to the couch and sat down, stretching out a little as he got comfortable. He looked around like he was expecting the others to follow soon— and he was right.

Not long after, the door opened again and Seungcheol walked in, holding a cup of coffee. He didn’t say anything, just gave a small nod as he passed by and took a seat by the end, close enough to keep an eye on everything. He looked chill. Focused. Like he was already settling into work mode without needing to talk much.

Then Dino and Hoshi came in together.

“Hello.” Dino said, soft but clear.

They both walked in like they knew exactly where they wanted to sit, not making a fuss. The room was starting to fill out slowly, like drops of water hitting a still surface one by one.

Minghao and Jun followed next. Quiet, calm, just sliding in and taking their spots. No one needed to say much. Everyone just kind of… settled in naturally.

Then came Joshua and Vernon.

“Hey, hey,” Joshua greeted as they walked in. Vernon nodded, tucking his earphones in his pockets.

People were sitting now— on the couch, on the chairs, leaning against the walls. It wasn’t packed yet, but the energy was shifting a little. More people, but still calm. Still grounded. It was a totally different kind of silence now— one where everyone was waiting for something to start, but not in a rush to get there.

Only twelve of them were present today.

Jeonghan and Wonwoo weren’t here. Still off doing their military service. No one really mentioned it out loud, but it was obvious. The space they left behind felt noticeable in its own quiet way.

“Hello!”

Seungkwan walked in with a burst of energy, like he hadn’t gotten the memo that the vibe in the room was chill. His voice bounced off the walls a little, but it didn’t bother anyone. It just made a few heads turn and smile without even meaning to.

“We just have Mingyu and Jiyeon left,” Woozi said from the desk, still focused on the screen but very aware of the room.

“We’re waiting for Mingyu and Jiyeon,” Seungcheol added, nodding.

“They were taking pictures outside,” Seungkwan said, throwing the two under the bus without hesitation.

A few quiet laughs. No one was surprised.

And then, a few minutes later, the door opened again.

Luna stepped in first, and Mingyu followed right behind her.

Both of them were wearing all black— Mingyu in a black turtleneck and matching pants, Luna in an oversized black jacket with the collar popped just slightly. And of course, they were both wearing sunglasses.

They didn’t mean to match. But they did. And they looked like they knew it.

“Hello,” Mingyu said first.

“Sorry we’re late,” he added right after, both of them still standing by the door for a second like they weren’t sure if they were walking into a meeting or a music video.

“Seungkwannie said you were taking photos, that’s why,” Seungcheol said, tone somewhere between teasing and scolding.

“Sorry,” Mingyu giggled, not even pretending to deny it.

“You two look cool,” Joshua chimed in, glancing over at their matching vibe.

“Why’d you think we were taking photos outside?” Luna smirked, making her way toward the couch without missing a beat.

She spotted an empty space at the other end, right in front of Seungcheol, and took a seat there like it had been saved for her. Mingyu pulled up a nearby chair, placed it next to her, and sat down with his arms crossed and a grin still stuck on his face.

Now they were all here.

Well— twelve of them.

And it was time to start.

Once everyone had found their spot and gotten comfortable, there was a small lull in the room. A few sips of coffee. Some minor adjusting in seats. Woozi tapped something on the keyboard, and the speakers gave off a soft, anticipatory hum.

“That means we’re all here now!” Dino suddenly said, his voice cutting through the calm with just the right amount of enthusiasm.

“We’re all here,” Joshua repeated with a relaxed nod, smiling a little as he leaned back into the couch.

“Everyone’s here now. So let’s hear our songs one by one.” Dino proposed, glancing around like he was cueing them into some sort of group agreement.

From the producer’s chair, Woozi spun his swivel chair around to face them. “We don’t need to listen to the group songs,” he said casually, arms folding in front of him like he was about to explain something technical.

“But we should… Or not? We’ve heard them a lot, right?” Seungkwan offered, head tilted like he was already second-guessing his own suggestion.

“‘THUNDER,’ ‘HBD,’” Woozi listed the group songs off-hand like they were groceries.

“We’ve practiced ‘THUNDER’ a lot,” Seungcheol muttered from the couch, which triggered a tiny chorus of agreement.

“We already know the group songs,” Luna chimed in, backing Woozi’s point.

“We’ve listened to those three so many times already,” Woozi added, looking at the screen again, clicking a few folders open as he spoke.

“Let’s listen to the solo songs!” Hoshi said brightly, like he’d just thought of it, despite everyone already agreeing.

“We’re going by the order of the track list,” Dokyeom offered, sounding like a kid volunteering to be line leader.

“Go by the track list,” Jun echoed quickly, probably just wanting to move things along before someone changed the plan.

“We have the track list order. We can follow that, or if anyone wants…” Woozi began, turning his chair slightly again— but before he could finish, everyone interrupted him.

“Let’s just follow the track list,” they said in a messy but enthusiastic chorus.

“How was the track list set up?” Hoshi asked curiously, eyebrows raised.

“The album… It’s just that’s it was put together based on vibes.” Woozi answered as he turned back to the monitor, scrolling with focused little flicks of the mouse.

“Then, first up is Minghao.” Woozi said, clicking into a new folder.

“I know,” Minghao chuckled nervously, shifting in his seat as the others immediately responded with a collective, dramatic “Ohhh” of excitement and praise.

To test the volume, Hoshi pressed play on their title track, and ‘THUNDER’ blasted through the studio speakers. The bass vibrated a little in their seats— strong but not too overpowering. Everyone blinked a little at the sudden noise.

“How loud do we want the sound?” Woozi asked, adjusting a knob as the thunderous intro echoed around the studio.

“This is perfect,” Luna said, casually running her hands through her hair.

“I think this is good,” Joshua agreed with a calm nod, his voice mellow under the music.

“I think we can make it louder,” Minghao said from his seat, and Woozi— without hesitation— turned the dial up just a touch.

“Okay!” they all said together like a kindergarten class with homework instructions.

“We’ll go with this volume,” Woozi confirmed, giving one last satisfying flick to the controls.

“The sound is great here,” Dokyeom added, head bopping a little like he was already feeling the beat.

“I’m feeling nervous,” Minghao laughed, suddenly standing up like the nerves caught up with him all at once.

“You’re getting up? Why?” Jun chuckled, watching his fellow member start to pace lightly near the front of the room.

“You’re so cute,” Luna giggled from her seat, watching Minghao with an amused grin as he waved his hands slightly, clearly trying to shake off the jitters.

“Then… let’s cut to the chase and go with Minghao!” Woozi announced from the desk.

“I’m so nervous too! It feels like a briefing!” Seungkwan blurted, fidgeting like he was preparing to present a PowerPoint in front of his boss.

“We’ll say the song title first and share our thoughts after listening to it,” Woozi instructed smoothly, already pulling up the first file.

“Then, that person can talk about the thought process behind the song,” he added, glancing around the room.

“Okay!” the members all nodded in unison, ready.

What followed was a surprisingly touching but still fun hour of music and reactions.

In the order of the track list, one by one, each member’s solo track played: Minghao’s ‘Skyfall’, Joshua’s ‘Fortunate Change’, Wonwoo’s ‘99.9%’, Seungkwan’s ‘Raindrops’, Hoshi’s ‘Damage’, Mingyu’s ‘Shake It Off’, Dokyeom’s ‘Happy Virus’, Woozi’s ‘Destiny’, Vernon’s ‘Shining Star’, Jun’s ‘Gemini’, and Dino’s ‘Trigger.’

Each time a song started, all heads turned toward the one who made it. And without fail, that person would let out a tiny nervous laugh, shoot up from their seat, and start pacing somewhere in the room like it was instinct. Some of them circled near the couches. Others just stood behind their chairs, arms crossed or playing with the hem of their shirts. There was something about hearing your own voice out loud in a room full of your members that made even the most confident of them squirm a little.

The upbeat songs made the studio feel like a quiet dance party. Heads bobbed in sync. Shoulders bounced slightly. Some members tapped their knees, while others mouthed along to hooks they were hearing properly for the first time. Luna, in particular, tapped her fingers on her thigh to the rhythm, fully zoned in but still smiling.

When a ballad came on, the vibe naturally shifted. Their bodies leaned back. Eyes softened. Some swayed gently with the melody, others simply sat still, taking it in with thoughtful expressions. A few even closed their eyes for parts of it, not dramatically— just to really listen.

The best part was right after each track ended. That moment where they all immediately turned to the member who made it, faces full of honest surprise and impressed smiles. Every single song was followed by a wave of compliments— some casual, some loud, some over-the-top and playful. Everyone got their moment to shine, and the energy never dipped once. After each round of praise, the member who made the song would take a breath and explain the thoughts behind it— why they wrote it, how it came to be, what it meant to them.

As the songs went on and people kept getting up, sitting down, and scooting closer to or away from the speakers, the seating arrangement kept changing. At some point, no one was in their original spot anymore. Some moved to stand up. Others switched chairs just to sit beside whoever’s song was next. Luna ended up on the armrest of the couch once, and Woozi practically became the DJ-slash-usher for the whole rotation. It wasn’t organized at all— but that was exactly what made it fun. The chaos was lowkey but constant.

By the end of Dino’s track, only three songs remained.

Jeonghan’s.

Luna’s.

And Seungcheol’s.

The room settled a little again. The air wasn’t heavy— just expectant. They all sat, glanced around at each other, and got ready to keep going.

After Dino’s track finished, Seungcheol looked over at Woozi.

“Is Jeonghan next?” he asked.

“Next up is Jeonghan,” Woozi confirmed.

With that, Luna tucked her legs up on the sofa, wrapping her arms around Seungcheol’s neck and resting her head on his shoulder. He ran his hand up and down her arm, a comforting gesture that spoke volumes without saying a word.

“Jeonghan’s song is great,” Dokyeom said, nodding.

“The song is called ‘Coincidence’,” Woozi added.

“We have both coincidence and connection,” Minghao mused.

“Destiny,” a chorus corrected him.

“Oh, it’s destiny,” Minghao said, chuckling.

Woozi clicked a few buttons, and the room filled with the soft, angelic voice of Jeonghan.

What if we had just decided to remain friends ~

How nice it would have been if we hadn’t made eye contact ~

The melody was gentle, a ballad that wrapped around the listeners like a warm blanket. Luna closed her eyes, snuggling deeper into Seungcheol’s side. He patted her arm, understanding the emotions she was feeling.

I’m just saying it’s all coincidence. I need to prepare my heart ~

But on that long day, in that long heart. It’s not our fault ~

The members sat in silence, each absorbing the song in their own way. Some closed their eyes, others swayed gently to the rhythm. A few who had heard the song before mouthed the lyrics, their expressions soft and reflective.

Just like the day we met by chance, we just left by chance ~

It’s coincidence, coincidence, coincidence ~

This is the way I fool myself ~

Luna remained still, her thoughts drifting to the time when Jeonghan had explained the song’s meaning to her. It wasn’t just about his goodbye before his military service; it was a reflection of a period in their past when things had been uncertain.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry ~

You’ll definitely hate me ~

Hate in eyes full of love ~

She remembered the year they had barely spoken, the awkwardness that had settled between them after she had drunkenly confessed her feelings and he had gently turned her down. They had moved past it, grown closer, and now were planning a future together, but the memories still lingered.

One drop, and another drop ~

I didn’t want that ~

The room remained quiet, the song’s gentle melody filling the space. The members respected the moment, understanding the depth of emotion behind the lyrics. They knew the story, had witnessed the journey, and now shared in the reflection.

But just like the day we met by chance ~

We also left by chance ~

As the song continued, Luna felt a mix of emotions. There was sadness for the time they had lost, gratitude for the love they had found, and hope for the future they were building.

It’s coincidence, coincidence, coincidence ~

This is the way I fool myself ~

The moment Jeonghan’s final note faded into silence, a weight hung in the room— not heavy, not oppressive, but lingering like the scent of rain after a storm. Heads were bowed, a few members exhaled quietly, and no one dared speak too soon, as if disrupting the stillness would undo the softness that Jeonghan’s voice had painted across the air.

And then, from the sofa, Luna finally shifted.

She sat up slowly, unfolding her legs and pulling away from Seungcheol’s shoulder, her voice soft but sure as she murmured, “It’s beautiful.”

Heads turned her way. She didn’t flinch under the eyes, didn’t shrink from the weight of the song she had carried with her far longer than most. There was something in her eyes that stayed shadowed— nostalgia, understanding, and maybe, a quiet ache that still surfaced despite the years that had passed.

“Did Woozi write it?” Seungcheol asked, his voice cutting gently through the quiet.

“Woozi did,” Dokyeom answered immediately, leaning forward as though proud to be able to confirm it.

“Jeonghan did a great job singing it,” Joshua chimed in, nodding thoughtfully.

Seungkwan, who had been swaying moments ago, added with a playful shrug, “Seriously, he kind of like… awakened.”

“So, he recorded it before he left?” Hoshi asked, glancing toward the speakers, as if Jeonghan might pop out of one and confirm it himself.

“Yes, he did,” Woozi nodded, already preparing to explain. “It was done a while ago.”

He shifted forward in his seat, propping one arm on his knee as his fingers gestured unconsciously, his producer mind already back in the studio.

“Jeonghan actually had this idea years ago,” Woozi began, voice slow, thoughtful. “He wrote some lines. Just a couple. They were tucked into his notes, probably forgotten until we were finalizing this album. He showed them to me and just said, ‘I had this idea back then… it was just something I wrote during a weird time.’”

The members listened quietly, nodding at intervals. Seungcheol leaned his chin on his fist, while Mingyu sat unusually still, lips pressed into a line. Luna started shifting on her seat, her nails all of a sudden so interesting to her. Even Vernon, who had been fiddling with his hoodie string earlier, now sat with his hands folded, focused entirely on Woozi’s words.

“So I picked it up from there,” Woozi continued. “I wanted to build it around what he was feeling at the time, what he couldn’t say directly. Jeonghan really helped me with it. He was involved in the whole structure of the melody, the tone… we were careful about every word.”

He paused. His gaze drifted for a second, as though replaying all the studio sessions in his head.

“It’s the story of a man who’s saying goodbye,” Woozi said. “When I thought about what could really represent who Jeonghan is…”

He trailed off, chewing on the next thought, then chuckled lightly before continuing.

“He can be very mischievous,” he said, “but he’s also very sentimental. I imagined he’d be the kind of person who would part ways in a lighthearted way. Like he’s brushing it off.”

A few of the members smiled at that, knowingly. Jun quietly nudged Minghao in the side. Hoshi stifled a laugh. Everyone knew exactly the version of Jeonghan Woozi was talking about.

“Just like, ‘How us meeting was just a coincidence’ and ‘us parting ways is also a coincidence.’ He takes that attitude,” Woozi explained, “but… it all comes from the thought that he wants the other person to be less hurt. And he wants himself to be less hurt.”

There was a moment of stillness.

“Right,” Luna muttered under her breath, so quietly it almost slipped past unnoticed.

But the members heard it. Her tone was soft— not defeated, not sad— but tender. A kind of agreement that held far more history than anyone in the room could truly speak to.

“That kind of thoughtfulness is at the base of it,” Dokyeom nodded in quiet understanding.

“I wanted that to be portrayed by the lyrics as I wrote them,” Woozi said, more gently now.

“It really suits Jeonghan,” Dokyeom added, glancing toward the speakers again, as if to see his hyung there.

And still, Luna said nothing more. She stared ahead, fingers gently tracing over the fabric of her top, her eyes glassy yet dry.

The members gave her occasional side-eyes— not teasing, not pitying— but knowing. They didn’t need to say anything. They knew. She paid them no mind, not out of defiance, but because she was somewhere else entirely.

She was in the memory of that one summer where everything had cracked quietly between her and Jeonghan, where her confession over drinks had led to a soft rejection, and where months of silent tension had followed. They’d been civil on camera, awkward off it. She remembered thinking, this is it— there’s no going back from this. And yet… somehow, they did.

They rebuilt.

They grew.

They healed.

But even now, with wedding plans quietly blooming between them, those days still pulled at the corners of her heart. Not in regret, but in memory of how fragile things once were.

And it wasn’t lost on the others. Because even if the song was “just” a track on their album, even if Jeonghan had recorded it long before he packed his bags and bid them goodbye for now— it wasn’t just a song to them.

It was a window.

And Luna had already lived inside it.

“Okay!” Woozi suddenly clapped his hands, slicing through the thoughtful air that had settled over the group like fog. The energy in the room shifted instantly, like someone had cracked open a window. Everyone’s eyes turned toward him, blinking out of their contemplative daze.

“To change the tone completely,” Woozi began, already grinning as he leaned back and clasped his hands together, “Jiyeonie with her solo song— ‘Damn Right.’”

“‘Damn Right’!” Dokyeom echoed, voice bursting with excitement as he turned toward Luna, eyes wide like he’d just been called to join a surprise party.

“Is it my turn already?” Luna asked, her voice gentle but tinged with nerves. She smiled shyly as all eyes turned to her now.

“Damn right it is,” Joshua added smoothly in English, delivering it with such perfect comedic timing that Luna burst into a wider grin at his pun.

“Oh! ‘Damn Right’!” Hoshi cheered, springing slightly in his seat like the name alone hyped him up.

Luna stood from her seat slowly.

“I understand now why you guys were standing up,” she deadpanned, gesturing loosely to them, clearly trying to keep her nerves down with humor. Her chuckle was slightly breathy.

“Nervous?” Seungcheol asked with a low chuckle, eyeing her carefully.

“I feel like throwing up,” Luna replied flatly.

The room exploded with laughter, a few of them even leaning into each other as they cackled.

“I’m so curious,” Seungkwan said, leaning forward eagerly, practically bouncing. “None of us have heard it, right?”

“Except Woozi-hyung,” Hoshi pointed out, squinting at Woozi suspiciously. “He’s been smug all week.”

“I’m not smug,” Woozi muttered, already turning to the laptop. “I’m proud.”

Luna exhaled and sat back down, her hands instantly wrapping around her legs and tucking them close. “What do I do?” she squealed into Seungcheol’s sleeve as she leaned into him, her voice rising in pitch with pure panic.

Seungcheol chuckled, patting her legs gently. “Just sit. Breathe. It’s too late to run away now.”

And with that, the song began.

The moment the first smooth notes slid through the speakers, the mood in the room did a complete one-eighty.

A velvet bassline melted into slow, sensual drums— groovy, sultry, but polished. The production melded old-school 90s R&B with slick modern touches, creating a sound that was both nostalgic and fresh. There was a confident swagger in the instrumentation, subtle harmonies gliding beneath Luna’s voice as she laid down the opening lines like warm silk on skin.

Popped up on you solo on my lonely shit ~

You didn’t even know the type time I was on ~

“Ohhh…” Mingyu murmured, slowly nodding his head like he just took a sip of something dangerously smooth.

Told ya, “Hop in on the left side”, rode the ship ~

Now you’re struggling to keep your eyes on the road ~

Vernon let out a soft laugh. “She’s insane for that.”

And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé ~

Putting that good work in like a fiancé ~

“BOOM!” Seungkwan slapped the couch cushion before smirking at Luna,“Who could that possibly be?!”

Luna was hugging her knees now, looking like she was about to combust.

Finish line was gold, better go ahead and lend me them keys to the condo ~

I’m like Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

“Oh!” Seungkwan stood up with a sudden wave of energy, hips already swaying.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Yeah, I did ~

His arms rose like a graceful balloon dancer, and he let his hips roll smooth and deliberate, as if possessed by the spirit of a belly dancer from a luxury cruise.

He danced toward Luna dramatically, his arms twirling like flower petals caught in a wind tunnel. She stared at him in disbelief, laughing helplessly.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked, brows raised in faux horror.

“It’s this dance,” he replied seriously, continuing to swirl his hips like his life depended on it.

Luna let out a squeaky laugh before giving in. She stood up briefly, copying his movements with a half-hearted spin of her own before playfully smacking Seungkwan’s arm and sitting back down in defeat.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered, cheeks pink but laughing.

Smooth, I move how I move ~

Please, don’t interrupt me, let me do what I do ~

By now, all of them were unconsciously moving. Even Vernon, who usually sat composed, was gently tapping his hand on his knee to the beat.

“This song is making me move like this,” Dokyeom confessed mid-hip sway, completely in his seat.

Got my boo gassed up but I can still take him higher ~

High up to the sky up, higher than a tower ~

“Right?” Seungkwan and Hoshi both said in unison, still dancing as if they were hypnotized by the groove.

Lotte that it’s a getaway, yeah, overseas any day, yeah ~

I can take your pain away, yeah, ooh ~

“Oh, she’s bragging now,” Joshua muttered with a smile, one eyebrow raised as he crossed his legs.

You can be my cameraman, put the phone on the stand ~

Do what no else can, ooh ~

“Who are you talking about, Jiyeonie?” Jun asked as he smirked at her as if he didn’t know the answer.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

Damn, right, I did that ~

Yeah, I did ~

By now, half the room was on their feet. The rest swayed or tapped, heads nodding, shoulders rolling with the music, all synchronized by instinct alone.

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Damn, right, yeah ~

Damn, right, I did that (I did that) ~

Yeah, I did ~

The last echo faded, the beat slowing until it was a whisper, then silence.

It was over.

The room was silent for a beat—one long, suspended moment where everyone just blinked at the speakers, processing what they had heard. Then, like a dam breaking, a wave of applause and hollering erupted.

“YAHHHHHH!” Seungkwan practically screamed, his hands flying into the air. “YAAAAH! THAT’S OUR LUNAAA!”

Hoshi jumped to his feet, clapping wildly like he was trying to summon fire. “AYE, AYE, AYE, AYE!!! Did you hear that??? DID YOU HEAR THAT?!”

“WOOO!” Dokyeom let out a full-on football coach yell, standing up just to spin in a circle from pure hype.

Mingyu was already halfway off the couch, both hands clapping so fast he looked like a human metronome. “Lu-Lu-ya! The vocals?! The swag?! Hello?!”

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay,” Seungcheol said, laughing and motioning everyone to settle, though he was clearly just as hyped. “That was… DAMN. That was clean.”

Joshua turned to Luna, eyes gleaming. “That was so YOU. But also like… new you. Elevated you.”

“Amazing,” Jun said reverently, hands pressed together like he was about to deliver a TED Talk. “That was what they meant when they said, ‘She’s not a singer, she’s an experience.’”

“I’m gonna need a minute,” Minghao muttered, waving his hand in front of his face like he was fanning off smoke. “I think the track just flirted with me.”

“Dude, that was sick,” Vernon added solemnly.

“Thank you,” Luna just hugged her legs tighter, hiding her burning face, though the proud grin she wore betrayed her completely.

Woozi finally sat forward, brushing imaginary lint off his knees before turning to the group with a calm pride that made it clear he’d been holding it in the entire time.

“This was all Jiyeon,” he said, nodding at her. “She wrote and produced it.”

The reaction was instantaneous.

“Amazing?!” Dokyeom shouted.

“Oh you’re insane,” Mingyu said, pointing at Luna. “She’s dangerous. Don’t let the sweet smile fool you!”

Luna, still laughing with her hands covering half her face, waved Woozi off and shook her head.

“No, it’s not only me,” she said, pointing at him. “Z helped me as well.”

Woozi shrugged, but the grin tugging at his lips gave him away. He tried to sip water calmly, but everyone already saw the fond, smug glint in his eye.

Once the cheers finally settled and most of the members flopped back into their seats with lingering grins and murmurs of “that was so good,” all eyes naturally turned to Luna.

She sighed, knowing she couldn’t dodge it anymore, and straightened up in her seat.

“So…” she began slowly, brushing her hair behind her ears. “I wanted to do something different. Something I haven’t done yet. Something I know I’ll be good at. And… something I know the fans will like to see me do.”

The members leaned in a bit, nodding along. Some still looked half-shocked that she was even capable of sounding like a full-blown R&B queen.

“So I did R&B,” Luna continued, her tone smooth but light, slipping into the rhythm of explaining like she’d practiced in front of a mirror once or twice. “Specifically, very early 2000s R&B.”

“Wahhh!” Seungkwan clapped.

Luna nodded. “I wanted to do something very smooth and sexy. But not like, ‘Look at me! I’m hot!’ sexy— although that’s valid,” she said with a playful smirk that got a wave of laughter.

“I mean sexy in the way where… nothing’s more attractive than being confident, right?” she added, her voice settling into something honest but still light, still playful. “Being proud to brag about the things you’ve achieved, the things you’ve been blessed with, and the things you worked hard for.”

A beat.

“That’s the sexy I was going for.”

“Right,” Minghao whispered, nodding solemnly.

“That can be printed on a shirt,” Vernon muttered.

“Can I brag about you then?” Seungkwan blurted. “Because I feel sexy doing it.”

Luna just covered her face again as the room began buzzing with new praise, a mix of teasing and awe, the energy bright and loud and glowing— like her track, like her.

Luna had barely managed to peek from between her fingers when the chaos truly began.

Seungkwan, eyes wide with mischief and mouth already halfway curved into a devilish grin, suddenly stood up with the dramatic flair of someone about to deliver an Oscar-worthy performance. He took a breath, lifted his chin, and burst into song with the one line that had clearly imprinted on his brain like a permanent tattoo.

“‘And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé. Putting that good work in like a fiancé!’” he belted out, voice sharp with flair and pure camp.

He didn’t just sing it— he performed it. One hand whipped his imaginary hair dramatically while the other held a fake mic. He strutted in front of Luna like he was on the Victoria’s Secret runway, hips swinging with every syllable, his eyes locked on hers like she was the final boss in a dance-off.

Luna blinked up at him in disbelief before slowly breaking into a knowing smile, one that screamed, I knew this was coming. She didn’t stop him— she didn’t even try. She just leaned back, covered her face again, and laughed helplessly.

That was all it took.

As if a signal had been fired, Dokyeom and Hoshi sprang up from their seats like synchronized swimmers trained in chaos.

“‘And you saw me whip my hair in the wind playing Beyoncé!’” Dokyeom joined in, his falsetto dramatic as he twirled once and pointed at Luna like he was in a cheesy 2000s music video.

“‘Putting that good work in like a fiancé!’” Hoshi added, sliding into frame with a shoulder shimmy that would’ve made anyone proud.

And just like that— it was BSS mode: activated.

The three of them circled Luna like a musical wolfpack, each delivering the iconic line like it was the chorus to a national anthem.

“Fiancé!”

“Fiancé!!”

“FIANCÉ!!!”

They were practically harmonizing it now, the word echoing through the room as they pointed at her repeatedly, their faces twisted into exaggerated, knowing smirks. Every time they said it, they dragged it out longer, louder, more obnoxious.

“‘PUTTING THAT GOOD WORK IN—’”

“‘LIKE A—’”

“‘FIANNNNCÉEEEEEEE!!!’”

The rest of the members were howling. Joshua had fallen sideways on the couch, wheezing. Dino was physically holding Mingyu back from joining because they both knew one more would tip Luna into combustion. Jun was clapping like a seal at an aquarium, absolutely delighted. Even Woozi had given up pretending to be chill, his head tilted back with a quiet, tired laugh.

Luna, for her part, was red. Not pink. Red. She had fully buried her face into her palms and was now making a muffled whimper scream sound that only someone utterly defeated by embarrassment could produce.

“What is wrong with you people?!” she cried into her hands. “You’re all insane!!”

“WE’RE CELEBRATING YOUUUU!” Seungkwan defended mid-dance.

“AND YOUR FIANCÉEEE!” Hoshi chimed in, finger guns blazing.

“JEONGHANNIE-HYUNG IS PROUD!” Dokyeom yelled toward the ceiling like it was a spiritual message.

“I HATE YOU ALL!” Luna groaned, though the smile on her face said otherwise.

Realizing she had to escape before they broke into a remix, Luna suddenly sat upright, spun toward Woozi, and blurted, “Cheollie’s song is next right!”

It came out so fast and loud, it was the most obvious topic shift in the history of mankind.

The room exploded in fresh laughter. Hoshi collapsed backward onto the couch, giggling like he’d just been blessed. Vernon was shaking his head. Minghao smirked knowingly.

“Look at her tryna change the subject,” Seungcheol said from across the room, biting back a grin.

“Wah! Last song! Z…” Luna said, calling Woozi like she was summoning a lifeline. She turned to him with the most desperate version of mock-exasperation in her tone. “Go play it quickly.”

Woozi blinked once, then gave the smallest, smug smirk before nodding. “Alright. S.Coups’ ‘Jungle.’”

As soon as the first beat dropped, the room snapped into a different rhythm.

Luna released a breath like she’d just escaped a battlefield. “Finally,” she whispered under her breath as the opening synth washed over them.

The vibe shifted. Heads started nodding. Shoulders moved in slow sync. The members gradually leaned back in their seats or got up to bounce subtly to the beat. All eyes now turned toward Seungcheol as the deep bass kicked in.

Luna took the opportunity to melt into the couch again, finally out of the spotlight, sipping her water like it was wine after war. No more “fiancé” chants. No more exaggerated pointing. Just Seungcheol’s low, commanding voice taking over the room.

They listened.

They bopped.

They danced.

As the final track played out, they eased into a calm, content rhythm. Seungcheol shared a few humble remarks about the song— its darker vibe, its layered lyrics, the experimental direction. Woozi followed up with some closing thoughts, nodding proudly at each member as he recapped how personal each track was, how unique each story had been.

And with that, the listening session came to a warm, chaotic, and completely unforgettable close.

comments…

@/bunniecouple_17 • 3 hours ago ╰ I DIDN’T KNOW I NEEDED AN HOUR LONG LISTENING SESSION 🥹 THEY ARE INSNAE FOR THIS!

@/lunababybae • 3 hours ago ╰ I NEED THE GOV’T TO DECLASSIFY JEONGHAN’S SONG RIGHT NOW. WHO BROKE HIM. WHO. TELL ME.

@/gyuccibabe • 3 hours ago ╰ i just KNOW Luna was holding back tears listening to Hannie’s song… you can literally see it in her eyes 56:25 ok i am not okay.

@/soonducksupremacy • 3 hours ago ╰ “LIKE A FIANCÉ!!!” BSS chanting that like a pagan ritual while Luna hides in her hands is peak entertainment 😭😭😭

@/caratforever_17 • 3 hours ago ╰ no bc why did Mingyu and Luna come in glowing and Seungkwan ratted them out IMMEDIATELY 😭😭 bro is tired of them

@/cheolspopularity • 3 hours ago ╰ we really got a whole album of 14 different genres and they ALL HIT??? who gave them the right to be this versatile

@/urjeonghanismytype • 3 hours ago ╰ JEONGHAN’S SONG GOT ME LYING FACE DOWN IN THE DIRT. WHY DID IT HURT. WHY DID IT SOUND SO SPECIFIC. WHAT KIND OF GOODBYE? WAS IT TO LUNA????

@/ilovemybossboyfriend • 3 hours ago ╰ LUNA’S SONG WAS JUST HER FLEXING HER CAREER, HER ACHIEVEMENTS, HER LIFE, HER MAN, HER RING, HER INCOME… YES MOTHER GO OFF

@/seventeencaratfiles • 3 hours ago ╰ ok but what if Jeonghan’s song IS about a certain Cold War… 😭

@/min9yupls • 3 hours ago ╰ i’m sorry i’m STILL not over luna pointing at woozi like “no. he helped me too.” she’s such a humble baddie i’m crying

@/vernonearth • 3 hours ago ╰ Dino’s song was SO GOOD like his maturity and his vocals?? yes baby you better devour 🥹

@/jeongnacore • 3 hours ago ╰ the way the camera KEPT cutting to Luna during Jeonghan’s song and the OTHER MEMBERS were GLANCING AT HER i felt like i was watching a live documentary

@/xuwenzhoufanaccount • 3 hours ago ╰ wonwoo and jeonghan NEED TO BE RETURNED TO SVT IMMEDIATELY!

@/thatonegurlcarat • 3 hours ago ╰ Luna’s song sounded like a diss track to every girl who thought they had a chance with jeonghan 😭😭😭 and i SUPPORT IT. damn right she did that.

@/thesassycaratclub • 3 hours ago ╰ luna: sings about her man BSS: chants “fiancé” like a cult me: throws phone at wall in love

@/kimbokju’sroommate • 3 hours ago ╰ THE FACT THAT I COULD TELL HOSHI WAS WAITING FOR A REASON TO DANCE TO THAT FIANCÉ LINE… HE POUNCED 😭

@/joshushushu • 2 hours ago ╰ joshua’s solo was like a warm blanket and a hug and then right after that JEONGHAN STABBED ME IN THE CHEST WITH HIS LYRICS

@/zzznanaaaa • 2 hours ago ╰ ok but do you think jeonghan wrote that song DURING the cold war with luna or AFTER???? bc the pain was past tense but the delivery??? THAT WAS RECENT

@/cheoliebiceps95 • 2 hours ago ╰ SEUNGCHEOL’S ‘JUNGLE’ GOT ME SWINGING THROUGH MY PROBLEMS. IT ATE. IT STOMPED. LEADER OF THE LEADERS

@/bssnation • 2 hours ago ╰ can’t believe dk, hoshi and seungkwan turned into a whole flash mob just to bully jiyeon 😭😭😭 AND THEY DID IT IN HARMONY TOO!!!

@/softforzi • 2 hours ago ╰ woozi being proud of everyone else’s tracks like the musical dad he is 🥺 he rlly be building svt from the ground up again

@/seoulcitycarat • 2 hours ago ╰ 00:30 Luna and Mingyu seriously walk in with matching outfits and matching grins only to be ratted out by Kwanie 🤣

@/princesscheollie • 2 hours ago ╰ “last song! z… go play it quickly” luna i love u but that panic shift was so loud i felt secondhand embarrassment 😭

@/junhuiwinked • 2 hours ago ╰ JUN’S SONG WAS SO GOOD I HAD TO STEP OUTSIDE AND BREATHE. he’s too powerful. send help.

@/bugsbunnycore • 2 hours ago ╰ BSS HAVE RUINED THE WORD “FIANCÉ” FOR ME I CAN’T EVEN HEAR IT WITHOUT DOING THE STUPID DANCE THEY WERE DOING 🙃

@/gyuluna2000 • 2 hours ago ╰ Luna’s “something I KNOW I’ll be good at” confidence was so powerful I felt my problems disappear with her certainly 😫

@/dkwonangel • 2 hours ago ╰ Dokyeom really out here singing his HEART OUT and still found time to tease Luna 😭 our multi-talented king

@/ashonashonash • 2 hour ago ╰ someone mentioned 2018 JeongNa Cold War and i haven’t stopped shaking since. THEY WERE SMILING FOR CAMERAS AND IGNORING EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TIME! THAT WAS AN ERA!! YOU JUST HAD TO BE THERE

@/nochuwooziii • 1 hour ago ╰ Jiyeon said she wanted to do something “smooth and sexy”? yeah she succeeded too well now i need to go to church

@/s.coupswife_fvr • 1 hour ago ╰ i am so normal about this album (i say as i scream into a pillow and cry in seventeen languages)

@/fandom_moments • 1 hour ago ╰ THE MEMBERS WERE DOING THOSE SIDE GLANCES AT LUNA DURING JEONGHAN’S SOLO AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS 😭 they KNOW something yall

@/tangerinechoi • 1 hour ago ╰ THE VARIETY, THE RANGE, THE TALENT. HOW DID THEY PUT OUT A WHOLE ALBUM AND NOT MISS ONCE??? TALENT.

@/choi_chwe17 • 1 hour ago ╰ JeongNa Cold War 🚬 🚬 🚬I haven’t heard those words in a while 🚬🚬🚬

@/hyunglineenthusiast • 1 hour ago ╰ THIS ALBUM MIGHT END ME 🫠

@/jjongslilsecret • 1 hour ago ╰ 1:00:00 yes ma’am, damn right she did that.

@/zzzrrah • 1 hour ago ╰ this was more than a listening party this was a telenovela and I NEED THE NEXT EPISODE RIGHT NOW.

@/jjeonghanismytherapist • 1 hour ago ╰ Jiyeonie tearing up to Jeonghan’s song and then flexing about him in HER song is such a real relationship dynamic. i love that for them.

@/boo_slapped_me • 1 hour ago ╰ if i had a nickel for every time bss emotionally terrorized Luna live on camera… i’d have like 4 nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s WEIRD THAT IT’S HAPPENED THAT MANY TIMES.

@/lemonadegyu • 1 hour ago ╰ no bc how is jeonghan gonna drop a sad boi ballad and luna responds like “anyway here’s me snatching your fave and looking hot doing it” 💅🏻 DAMN RIGHT SHE DID THAT

@/dokyeomdoyouhearme • 1 hour ago ╰ WHO LET THEM COOK. WHO. THE ALBUM SLAPS TOO HARD. I’M NOT EVEN MAD. JUST DIZZY.

@/iluvjeonghanniee • 1 hour ago ╰ “putting that good work in like a fiancé” — OK BAE JIYEON YOU WIN. YOU WIN FOREVER. DAMN RIGHT YOU DID THAT.

@/notmecryinglol • 1 hour ago ╰ i’m sorry but that was not a song. that was a PUBLIC DECLARATION OF POSSESSION. luna said “he’s mine, try again next life.” damn right she did that 🤭

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After School Project

[Damian Wayne x Reader]

So... school age[16] year old Damian is like... the most thirsted over guy in school. And here we have a neurodivergent reader who catches his attention. Before anyone comes for me I'm also neurodivergent:3 so yeah. Also, there's nothing wrong with being neurodivergent or acting differently than other neurodivergent people:3 enjoyyy

Arabic Translations(I'm not fluent google and apple translate helping me😭)

Ya Rayyal : oh man

Min sijak : are you serious?

Yallah : hurry/come on

'ant qublat eazima : you’re a great kisser

Damian Wayne was everything every girl in school wanted. Rich, hot, incredibly strong? Yeah, they were all swooning, head over heels for the young vigilante.

Except for you. I mean… at least you didn’t think you liked him in that way.

You were generally a nervous person, so for your heart to race a bit faster when he was around, or for your cheeks to flush when he spoke to you or complimented your intelligence was normal right? Wasn’t it like… just what happened to everyone?

He was just a guy. What you found more interesting was the subtle competition you two had going with each other in class. Well, he didn't even know about it, but you kept track of how many questions you both answered. He would smirk at you and made it a habit because he knew you two would be the only ones answering questions. It made your heart do flips, and your stomach do somersaults.

He was incredibly smart, which made you sigh in relief when you were paired up with him for the partner project.

You heard some girl behind you whine and whisper about how you didn't deserve to have Damian as your partner. You rolled your eyes, you weren’t great at detecting tone, but you could tell they were actually upset about this. Taking a deep breath and turning around, you were about to respond before Damian stood up, standing by your desk and speaking for you. It made you pout. You could defend yourself.

"Don't act like I'm your fucking boyfriend. At least she's smart and can get through a presentation without giggling every five seconds. Acting ditzy is the stupidest shit... but then again I don't think you're acting."

You blushed and snickered as he defended you. It was kind of nice to not have to defend yourself, even if you were just pouting over it.

The project was a simple poetry project. At least to everyone else it was. You had been published for your poetry before, so this, to you, was not just a small project, but something to have to prove yourself through.

"...Would you like to only work on this in class, study blocks, or after school in a neutral place? Of course you can suggest any other place you'd want to do it or any time, I'm kind open to just about anything-" you blabbered, not looking at Damian, sort of spacing out as you spoke.

He smirked, "How about my place? Alfred can just pick us both up. Y'know, if you're up for it."

You thought about it for a moment. This was less likely to interrupt your daily routine, it was an addition to it, which was easy to schedule around.

Which he had already thought of, which is why he suggested it. He also knew that you burnt out when waiting to meet up, which is why he suggested tonight instead of another day. It was a Friday.

"How long will I be there?" You mumbled aloud to yourself, not really expecting an answer.

"Oh my brothers and dad will not let you leave quickly. And Alfred will not let you leave before he feeds you... might as well stay over. We have plenty of spare rooms," he joked.

You look confused.

"I do not think it is appropriate for me to intrude on your family's home for such a long time. It would also not be appropriate for me to stay in your house overnight as-"

...

He stared, forgetting you took everything too seriously. Yeah, that's right, he noticed. He was a Robin after all! He wouldn't be a good detective if he wasn't observant.

"Hey. I was joking," he said quietly. Not rudely, even if there was a bit of an edge that he usually spoke with.

You blushed and tilted your head down.

"Oh. Um... sorry," you whispered, looking at the paper the teacher had just given out.

"The topic we have to write our poems about... is love?" You said, staring the paper down like you could change the words printed in ink.

"Ya rayyal...Min sijak?" He muttered under his breath in Arabic.

——

After school, you stood about two feet from Damian, personal bubbles were serious, waiting to head to his house after school.

His older brother, Tim, who was about two years older, came over to you both.

"Oh? Dami, bringing home a girl? Oh Dick is gonna love this," the boy snickered, teasing his younger brother.

You stared blankly.

"If you are implying I am going to 'make a pass' at Damian, you are mistaken. And if you are implying he would try something, I'd like to make you aware I refuse to be anywhere that people wouldn't be in the house. We are simply paired for a school project," you said, staring at the space behind Tim, but not at him.

He stared.

"So... no. Not what I was implying but... good to know... and good to know you're autistic."

...

"Tim what the fuck-"

"Game recognizes game. Chill. Still, Dick is gonna love this."

"Don't tell Grayson a word-"

...

"Too late."

——

The ride to the Wayne manor is chaotic as the two boys fight amongst themselves. Cuss words in both English and Arabic fly through the air.

Soon, the limousine pulls into the driveway and you are eager to get the hell out of that car. You stand outside, staring at the huge manor in front of you.

It was beautiful, the windows and architecture giving you a vintage feel, but you could guess the inside probably didn't match the outside.

Tim and Damian are still bickering as Alfred leads you inside, both boys trailing behind.

“The house looks lovely…” you whisper to yourself.

Alfred responds, “Why thank you Miss L/N. I assure you both Master Bruce and I take that compliment in high regard.”

You gave a shy smile, “Call me Y/N please…”

When you walk in, the first thing you notice is a big Doberman on the couch, and two boys, obviously older than you, one by maybe three to five years, and the other by a maybe 6.

"Ohhhh this is so great Dickie, look he really did bring home a girl," laughs the one with a white streak in his hair.

"Oh my god, you're so cute! You have great taste Dami. Not in a weird way y'know. So how'd you meet?" Dick rambles.

"We are not dating."

"Fuck off Grayson."

The phrases are said at the same time, making the three other boys laugh.

"So, what's your name?" Tim asks, suddenly realizing he had never asked through the whole ride, too busy arguing with Damian about what he had said, as Damian sits to pet the dog. His dog.

"Uhm... Y/N..." you mumble, looking down.

"Well, I'm Dick, and that's Jason. We're Dami's older brothers," Dick smiled, obviously very friendly.

"How old are you even?" Jason asked, leaning back, trying to guess. He could not care less, but any time he could tease Damian was a good time.

"16..."

The boys nodded. You felt a little uncomfortable, not because of them, but just the new situation. The dog, who had been laying peacefully with Damian, came over to you, and whined, placing a paw on your leg.

You smile brightly and kneel down, petting the dog.

"Oh wowww... Damian, you... you're letting her just... pet Titus?" Tim teases.

"Shut the hell up."

——

After the chaos, you and Damian sat in the living room working on the project. The project was as follows:

Each student is paired up with one other person. Each student must write their own poem with the topic given to them by the instructor.

After each student has written their poem, they must make on poem together. The poems can be in any style.

You groan and crumple up another piece of paper, throwing it in the recycling.

"You good?" Damian asked, looking up from his blank paper.

You shook your head.

"You struggling with this?"

You nodded.

"You going nonverbal?"

You nodded again.

"Let's go get a snack."

You followed the boy through the hall to the kitchen. He looked through some stuff before realizing, he didn't know what you liked at all. He grabbed the small whiteboard off the fridge, and gave it to you.

"If you're gonna be nonverbal, we still need a way to communicate. This okay with you?" He asked, handing you a new expo marker.

You nodded.

"What do you want as a snack? Or a drink?" He asked, showing you the cabinets and fridge.

You scribbled down for a moment.

'May the I please just have a water. I'm not too hungry. Plus I don't want to take snacks that were not purchased for me if that makes sense.'

Damian scoffed.

"I don't give a damn. Are you hungry, yes or no?" He asked, annoyed.

You began to write more excuses about how you felt bad, when he put a glass of water and a pack of mini Oreos in front of you.

His eyes said 'eat it or perish.'

"Yallah yallah, we got a project to finish," he ushered, taking his own snacks back to the living room.

You followed closely.

"I like when you say things in Arabic."

The sentence was so quiet, he wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't a Robin with a trained ear.

"Thanks..." he mumbled before adding, "Want to tell me why you went nonverbal? Just... like if it's my behavior or something... I can fix it?"

That made you blush. He actually cared about what you thought? He actually wanted to know if he was making you uncomfortable? He wanted to change his behavior if it did? What was this feeling…

You shake your head, sitting with your snack and drink, "Wasn't you. It's the assignment."

He looked at you in confusion.

"You're a great poet what on-"

"But I've never... experienced love... how... do I write about it if I’ve never even been kissed?" you mumbled.

"But all your poems are about love aren't they?" Damian asked, knowing you had shared your poetry in class before.

"Well... yes and no? I... I write about... what I think it would feel like... but I mostly write about how empty hearted I feel knowing I probably won't have my first kiss or anything before 18 like everyone else.... Everyone is falling in love and I'm falling behind..." you explain, looking at him for the first time.

Your e/c eyes meet his emerald eyes, and he's shocked.... In a good way.

"Guess we're falling behind together then," he shrugged, laying across the sofa, his head resting on Titus's back.

"Oh please every girl wants you you don't get it-"

"Every girl except the most interesting and smartest one. She doesn't," he said sighing.

“Okay that’s one person. I’ve never been liked by anyone, any guy I’ve liked never likes me back. No one has ever liked me… maybe they have but just… not like that,” you whispered, looking away.

“Well you’re wrong. You’re looking at him right now,” he said, rolling his eyes.

You tilt your head and look at him, confusion written all over your face.

Suddenly a wicked idea came into Damian's head.

"Well... why don't you fake kiss me? Then you can see what it feels like," Damian said with a sly grin.

"...Fake kissing? How do you fake a kiss?" You question, rolling your eyes. "Plus if it's fake then... it doesn't really get the love aspect in does it? It's just a physical thing that makes-"

You're cut off by a kiss on your lips, your eyes widening.

Although... you don't mind it. You kiss back hesitantly.

Then he pulls away and grins at you like... like that was his plan all along.

" 'Ant qublat eazima,” he mutters.

And now this man, who just so rudely cut your train of thought off (yes that is what you were most upset about) with a kiss, who has been insisting to his brothers he didn’t like you in that way, was blushing.

He had the nerve to blush after that.

“I…you…” you were strapped for words, unable to create a single thought.

“Um… in case that didn’t make it obvious… I like you. You’re pretty, you’re smart… you don’t treat me different because of who I am… and… and I guess you said you also like when I spoke Arabic which is a plus for me in any case-“

And you decided to have your revenge.

You pressed a kiss to his lips, shutting him up. It was quick, more like a peck, but it did shut him up.

“I was wondering what the feelings I had were…” you say with a blush, looking away.

“Well… now we can go back to writing our poetry… and now you have a point of reference… of course you can always ask for more inspiration-“ he smirked.

“Damian Al’Ghul,” you hissed, using his other last name.

He straightened up and nodded wordlessly.

“That was hot… I-i mean yeah Uhuh sorry.”

You sigh softly and shake your head with a smile, “You’re silly, Damian… and it case what I did wasn’t obvious… I like you too…”

[this-is-chaos-magick]

Opened twitter and got jumpscare by people discoursing about Wanda's skin color again... 😭 at this point I can't take everyone that is arguing about that topic seriously anymore.....like we do this every week...every month...everyone has been doing it even before WV... during WV... during..dsmom...it will never end...😵‍💫

[neeeooon]

Hey! How would the bllk boys (Bachira, Isagi, Chigiri, Rin + your choice?) React to their SO trying to break up with them bc she's insecure about not being ambitious enough and she thinks they should be with someone 'better'?

omg this made me so sad 😭 hopefully you enjoy!

when you try to break up with them because you’re insecure ;

bf bllk x fem!reader

bachira meguru

-> watching bachira dance across the field was your favorite thing in the world, but it could be bittersweet. you saw how happy it made him, and it sucked to know that you’d never feel that kind of excitement

-> the thoughts about not being good enough finally got to you, and you caved. “meg? when you have a minute?” “what’s up, y/n?”

-> you didn’t think it’d be this hard. “i… i don’t think i’m ambitious enough to be your girlfriend. i don’t have a thing like you do, and i feel like maybe i’m distracting you? like instead of being on the field, you’re with me, and that’s not fair to you and your dreams.”

-> after a moment of staring and blinking and confused looks from bachira, he jumps up and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug. “just because you don’t have a ‘thing’, doesn’t mean i don’t want you.”

-> he releases you and flashes his signature head-tilt-smile combo that wrecks your heart. “i can help you find something that drives you as much as soccer drives me, if you want! and if you don’t, that’s okay, too! but whatever it is, i want us to do it together. okay? :>”

isagi yoichi

-> after watching team blue lock play against the u20 team and win, hearing how determined your boyfriend was during the interview, watching him celebrate with his teammates, you made up your mind

-> “yoichi? can we talk?” and he starts sweating because he hasn’t seen or heard from you except for a little “congrats!” text since his game

-> you sit him down and stare into your lap as you say, “i think we should break up.”

-> he leans forward to ask why, but stops when you look up to reveal tears in your eyes. “i don’t have a dream. i’m not ambitious like you, and i don’t want to hold you back from achieving your dreams. i want you to live a full, prosperous life with someone better—“

-> and he’s kissing you. “y/n, no. i don’t… there isn’t anyone better. yes, this is my dream, but it’s a dream with you in it! and no one says prosperous, babe.”

-> you laugh at that and he helps wipe your tears away. “do you promise?” “i promise.”

chigiri hyoma

-> you loved watching chigiri regain his dream of running and playing soccer, but there were times when you felt like he was going to pass you by and not look back

-> it made you insecure, knowing he was so happy chasing after this dream that had previously been out of reach, when you didn’t have anything to compare it to. you felt like he could do better with someone who understood his struggles

-> “hyoma?” “hm?” “can i talk to you about something?” “mhm!” “something serious?” “… okay.”

-> and you tell him everything. “i feel like you could do better. like if you were with someone who truly understood your struggles and dreams, that you’d be happier. i love you, but i don’t want to be a deadweight in your future.”

-> chigiri would look at you, know you’re not joking, but still think this is a huge prank. “y/n, i’m able to run toward my dream because of you. because in my head, you’re there at the finish line. you’re not holding be back, you’re giving me something to run to.” you cried after that for sure

itoshi rin

-> though you cheered for your boyfriend and encouraged him every step of the way, you didn’t think you’d ever amount to the love and passionate rin has for soccer

-> it made you doubt yourself, seeing him so ambitious to strive for this dream when you didn’t have anything close to amounting

-> when it finally got to be too much, you pulled your boyfriend aside and kept your hands at your sides. “you are the most talented person i know.”

-> and now he’s nervous. “what’s going on, y/n?”

-> “i feel like i’m pulling you away from that when i’m around. i think your career would be better off without me dragging you down. you’re such a skilled player, rin, and i’m just—“

-> he takes your hands in his and squeezes them, almost desperately. “don’t say anything else. i don’t want to hear it, y/n, please. i can’t do this without you. you aren’t pulling me away or dragging me down, so don’t—“

-> this time it’s you who cuts him off when you fling yourself against his chest. “i’m sorry. i didn’t know… thank you for telling me.”

michael kaiser

-> omg he is terrified when you ask him to “talk” because he’s 98% sure he left the oven on and thinks you found out

-> but when you say, “i think we should break up,” his mind goes blank

-> “why.” “i just feel like you’re so focused on chasing your dream that you don’t need me… i can’t help you become a better player, and i don’t want to hold you back—“ “did i do something?” “huh?”

-> kaiser would look at you with such sad eyes, but accept this thinking that you want to leave him. “if you want to go, i won’t stop you. don’t stay with me if you aren’t happy anymore, y/n—“

-> you are confused, because how has the conversation changed this much? “what the heck, no! michael, i’m saying you can do better than me—“ “but i don’t want ‘better’! there isn’t ‘better’. i want you!”

[ponderingmoonlight]

Kento bringing his baby daughter to work so she can meet the first years! And Gojo… (who she ends up loving making Kento jealous 😭)

“Are you sure this sits right with you love? I don’t want you to do something because you’re feeling uncomfortable.”

Oh so gently, your husband grabs you by your waist and pulls you closer.

“You didn’t enjoy a day with your friends since I can remember. You deserve to have a little time for yourself.”

“But not if that means you are forced to take our daughter to work-“

“Forced? Apart from you, she’s what I’m most proud of. Please don’t worry, darling. This is nothing but a short day at Jujutsu High”, he soothes you while placing a small kiss on your forehead.

To be honest, there are a lot of things Kento Nanami would rather do than taking his baby girl to meet those jerks at school. But if it means you’ll have a day off to go shopping and enjoy yourself, he’d do everything he can.

“I’ll text you when I’m back. Have a nice trip and don’t hesitate to buy something.”

Nanami arrives at Jujutsu High with his baby daughter nestled securely against his chest in a soft carrier with that unsettling feeling rising in his chest.

This day will be exhausting.  

The minute he sets one foot inside the classroom, everything goes silent. In fact, it takes the first years a couple of seconds to actually register that this is him, that this is the usually so cool and composed Kento Nanami standing in front of him – with a baby nestled against his chest.

“She’s so tiny!” Nobara gasps, immediately rushing over, her hands reaching out before she hesitates.

“Wait, can I hold her? Will she break?”

Nanami adjusts the straps of the carrier, his lips pressing into a flat line.

“She’s not made of glass, but no, you can’t her yet.”

Megumi, ever the observant one, tilts his head.

“She looks just like you,” he comments, noting the serious set of the baby’s expression.

Even at such a young age, she seems to have inherited Nanami’s unimpressed stare.

Yuji, on the other hand, is all but vibrating with excitement.

“She’s adorable! Look at her little cheeks!”

He grins and waves like a maniac.

“Hi, baby Nanamim!”

Your baby, snug against her father’s chest, blinks up at them, her tiny fingers clenching into the fabric of his shirt. Then, her gaze shifts, and her entire demeanor changes.

“Ah,” Gojo comments, dramatically placing a hand over his heart while entering the room.

“A little lady with refined taste. She already knows true greatness when she sees it.”

Nanami sighs as his daughter reaches her chubby arms out toward Gojo, her usual serious face replaced with sheer delight. She babbles excitedly, tiny legs kicking against the carrier as if demanding to be picked up.

Betrayal. Utter betrayal is everything Nanami feels.

When you told him about the way his daughter looked at Gojo when you visited a few days earlier, he thought that you were joking. After all, there’s no way his daughter would actually fall for that jerk, right?

Gojo doesn’t hesitate, stepping forward with a broad grin.

“Oh? Do you want Uncle Gojo to hold you?”

He barely waits for permission before scooping her up, spinning her lightly in the air, making her giggle - a sound so rare that everyone stares in awe.

Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose.

“This is a mistake.”

“Correction: This is destiny,” Gojo counters, holding her up as if she’s the Lion King cub.

“She’s chosen me.”

“She’s a baby,” Nanami replies dryly, watching as his daughter happily grabs at Gojo’s sunglasses, yanking them down to reveal his eyes. She coos, utterly enchanted.

Gojo laughs, winking.

“Guess I have a new favorite person. Sorry, Nanami.”

Nanami crosses his arms, watching his daughter adore Gojo with increasing jealousy.

“You’ll be returning her now.”

“Aw, but she loves me,” Gojo whines, spinning her again just to hear her delighted giggle.

“She sees the truth! That I am-”

“Gojo, if you finish that sentence, I will use my overtime hours just to deal with you.”

Gojo pouts but hands her back, though not before whispering,

“We’ll hang out again soon, princess. Hey, maybe your wife likes me that much as well-”

“Shut. Up.”

Nanami glares as his daughter makes grabby hands at Gojo even in his arms.

Utter. Betrayal.

[inseobts]

Thank you for all your amazing writing! Your blogs seriously make my day every time. Could you write a Law x reader where the reader falls ill with a rare, incurable disease? I just keep thinking about Law experiencing what Corazon went through back then… 😭 It can have a SE or HE, whatever you feel fits best!"

Terminal

law × reader

part 2

you fall ill with a rare, incurable disease and law refuses to accept it.

a/n: this was so sad T.T btw as I said in my rules post I don’t write about this kind of topic, but given that law’s story is about that I wanted to give it a try

words count: 4.2k

tags: terminal illness, soft, angst, worried law

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

“You’re burning up.”

Law’s voice is calm, but you know him well enough to hear the tension beneath it. His hand lingers on your forehead, cool against your feverish skin.

You force a grin, despite the way your body aches “That’s just the effect you have on me.”

His expression doesn’t change. If anything, his brows knit together further, golden eyes dark with something unreadable.

“Don’t joke” he says flatly.

“Come on, it was funny” you mumble, but your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Law exhales sharply. He presses two fingers against your wrist, checking your pulse. You see the flicker of something in his eyes. Worry.

“Since when?”

“Since when what?”

“Since you started feeling like this.” His voice drops lower, more controlled “Don’t lie.”

You sigh, shifting under the blanket “A few days ago. Maybe a week?”

“A week?” His jaw clenches, and you watch the way his fingers curl into a fist “And you didn’t tell me?”

“You were busy, Law,” you murmur “I didn’t want to bother you.”

His reaction is immediate. His eyes darken, sharp and cutting, and for a second, you swear he’s actually angry. But when he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper.

“You think I wouldn’t drop everything for you?”

Your breath catches. You can’t look at him. Instead, you force out another weak chuckle “Well, you are a very important pirate, Captain.”

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Pretending it’s nothing.”

You open your mouth to argue, but before you can, a sudden wave of dizziness crashes over you. The world tilts, your vision swims, and you barely register the way your body sways before Law is already there, steady hands catching you before you can fall.

“Y/N” His grip tightens around you, firm, grounding “I need to run some tests.”

You rest your forehead against his shoulder, too exhausted to protest “…That bad?”

He doesn’t answer immediately. You feel his heartbeat being too fast, too tense.

When he finally speaks, it’s quiet. Almost too quiet.

“I’m going to fix this.”

And for the first time ever since you know him, you don’t believe him.

The beeping of medical equipment fills the silence.

You sit on Law’s examination table, legs dangling as he adjusts the monitor beside you. His brows are furrowed, golden eyes locked onto the screen, and even though he hasn’t said a word in the last five minutes, you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

The tension in the air is unbearable.

“Are you always this serious when you play doctor, or am I just special?” you tease, tilting your head at him.

Nothing. Not even a smirk.

You sigh dramatically “Come on, Law. You can’t even crack a smile for your beloved patient?”

“You’re not a patient,” he mutters “You’re my partner.”

His words send a little warmth through your chest, but before you can respond, he steps closer and gently presses his fingers against your wrist, feeling for your pulse again.

The warmth fades when you notice the way his hand lingers just a little too long.

“You like holding my hand that much?” you tease, forcing a grin “If you wanted to be romantic, you could’ve just asked.”

This time, his jaw tightens “Your pulse is weak.”

You try to wave him off with your free hand “That’s just because you’re touching me. Makes my heart stops, you know?”

“Y/N...” he warns, voice sharp.

You falter.

His hand moves to your other wrist, then your neck, fingers pressing lightly against your skin. His eyes are unreadable, but his silence is louder than anything he could say.

“…You’re scared” you murmur before you can stop yourself.

Law stiffens, but doesn’t deny it.

The realization makes your stomach twist, but you force another smile “Don’t worry, I’m still cute even when I’m dying.”

That does it. His head snaps up, eyes blazing “Don’t say that.”

The weight of his words hangs between you, heavy, suffocating.

You swallow “Sorry. Just trying to make you laugh.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You look away, fingers curling against the examination table.

Another long silence. Then, his hands are suddenly on either side of your face, tilting your head up gently so you’re looking at him again. His touch is careful, but his grip is firm, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

His voice is quieter this time “You’re not dying.”

You stare at him. For a moment, you want to believe him, but the way his hands tremble against your skin tells you otherwise.

After a while, Law stares at the test results, fingers tightening around the paper. His golden eyes flick over the numbers, the medical jargon, the hard, undeniable facts.

It’s terminal.

He’s quiet... too quiet. That’s the first thing that unsettles you. You’re used to his silence, but this is different. This is suffocating.

“So?” You swing your legs lightly from the examination table, forcing a smirk “What’s the verdict, Doc? Am I dying?”

Silence.

The smirk falters “Law?”

His fingers crumple the edge of the paper. His jaw tightens. And then, so softly that you almost don’t hear it, he says “…It’s incurable.”

For a second, you swear time stops.

The words don’t register at first. They don’t make sense. It’s like your brain refuses to process them.

And then you laugh.

It bursts out before you can stop it, light, teasing, just like every other joke you’ve made today “Wow, dramatic. You make it sound like I’m already in my grave.”

He doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t even look at you.

The smile on your lips wavers.

“You’re kidding, right?”

His hands tighten into fists at his sides. He still won’t look at you.

Your heart pounds a little faster “Law. Tell me you’re joking.”

Nothing.

The laugh that slips out this time is shaky “Come on, then this is the part where you tell me there’s some rare treatment, right? Some experimental surgery? You’re Trafalgar freakin’ Law, Surgeon of Death. There’s no way—”

“y/n.”

The way he says your name, quiet, strained, makes the air leave your lungs.

Your fingers curl against the fabric of your shirt. The examination table feels too cold beneath you. The walls feel like they’re closing in.

“No...” you whisper.

Law’s lips press into a thin line. His hands twitch, like he wants to reach for you, but he doesn’t.

“No” you say again, more forcefully this time. You shake your head, heat rising in your chest, crawling up your throat “You’re wrong. There’s... there’s gotta be something. You just haven’t figured it out yet. Right?”

“Y/N—”

“No!” The word cracks as it leaves you “I’m not dying!”

Your vision blurs. Your hands shake. And suddenly, it’s too much.

Your body moves before you can think, you push yourself off the table, right into his chest.

Law catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you, steady, grounding. And just like that, everything shatters.

“I don’t—I don’t want to die” you choke out, gripping his coat like it’s the only thing keeping you here “I want to stay. With you. I want—” Your voice breaks “I want a future. I want us to be happy. I want—”

A sob wracks through you.

“I want a family with you.”

Law stiffens.

The words spill out before you can stop them, you smile at him between your tears “A little version of you, all broody and nerdy and so so cute” You let out a wet laugh, broken and trembling “They’d probably scowl just like you, but they’d love books and have messy hair and—”

Your voice crumbles into sobs.

Law doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.

And then his arms tighten around you, crushing, like he’s trying to hold you together, keep you from falling apart.

His voice is hoarse when he finally speaks.

“I’m going to save you.”

You want to believe him.

Only God knowa how much you want to believe him.

But the fear in his voice tells you even he isn’t sure.

The next morning, you wake up to find Law hunched over his desk, surrounded by stacks of medical books and scattered notes.

You sigh “You didn’t sleep, did you?”

“Sleep is a waste of time,” he mutters, scribbling something down “I need to go through every known case—”

“You need to stop already.”

He freezes.

Slowly, he turns to look at you. His dark circles are deeper than usual, his face unreadable, but you know him. You know that behind that impassive expression, he’s desperate.

You force a grin “If I really only have a little time left, do you really wanna waste it buried in books instead of spending it with me?”

Law’s fingers tighten around his pen.

“I’m not giving up” he says, voice low.

“I know,” you say gently “But I don’t want to spend my last time watching you drive yourself insane. If I’m gonna die, I wanna die happy.”

The words sting, but they’re true.

Law exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. He doesn’t respond.

You hop off the bed, stretching dramatically “Anyway, I’ve decided I’m done being sad. It’s exhausting. So I’m back, and better than ever!” You flash him a grin “That means full-time comedy and flirting, just for you, Captain!”

His brow twitches “Y/N...”

You wag a finger at him “Shh, let me have this.” You strike a pose “Behold, Trafalgar D. Law’s hottest, funniest girlfriend! Incurable disease edition!”

Nothing.

You pout “Wow. Tough crowd.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose “Why do I put up with this?”

“Because I’m irresistible,” you say, leaning closer “And because you love me.”

His breath hitches for just a second.

And then, quietly “Yeah.”

You blink. Your cheeks burn “Whoa, that was easier than I thought. If I’d known getting a lovely love confession was that easy, I would’ve faked a terminal disease ages ago.”

“Not funny” he mutters.

You snicker “Okay, okay, this one wasn't the best.”

Law sighs, shaking his head. But when he looks at you, his gaze lingers, like he’s memorizing you. Like he’s terrified you’ll disappear if he looks away.

And suddenly, the atmosphere shifts. Because this is too familiar to him.

The way you laugh, the way you grin like you aren’t dying, like none of this is real... it reminds him of Corazon. Always smiling. Always laughing. Even with blood in his mouth. Even when he knew he was going to die.

A lump forms in Law’s throat.

You notice his change in expression instantly “Hey. What’s wrong?”

His fingers twitch at his sides “Nothing” he lies.

But you see it in his eyes, the fear.

You sigh, stepping closer, reaching for his hands. His fingers are cold. You squeeze them.

“Law,” you say softly “I’m not trying to leave you behind. I just... I don’t want you to only remember me as the person who was sick, who died. I want you to remember me smiling. Happy. With you. Because that's what I am.”

His hands tighten around yours.

He doesn’t say anything. But when you squeeze his hands again, he squeezes back.

You think Law has finally accepted things.

You think he’s finally listening to you, finally spending time with you instead of drowning himself in books and medical theories. And for a while, he does.

He stays close, fingers brushing against yours when you walk, arms wrapping around you when he thinks no one is looking. Some nights, he holds you a little too tight, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he lets go.

It makes you happy. It makes you feel alive. But then, he starts again.

The sleepless nights. The books. The notes. The obsessive, frantic research.

You wake up one night to find the bed empty.

Again.

With a sigh, you push yourself up. You grip the blanket, taking slow, even breaths, waiting for your vision to finally settles, you get up and pad toward Law’s office.

You don’t bother knocking.

“Law...”

He doesn’t look up. He’s hunched over his desk, surrounded by open books, pages filled with diagrams of Devil Fruits and medical notes scribbled in his messy handwriting. His coat is discarded on the chair, sleeves rolled up, hands gripping a pen so tightly his knuckles are white.

You frown “What are you doing?”

“Working.” His voice is hoarse.

“Yeah, I can see that, genius. But on what?”

He finally looks at you. There’s something wild in his eyes, desperation, determination, obsession.

You step closer. Your gaze flickers to the notes. And then your heart stops.

“Law,” you whisper, throat dry “Are you... are you trying to find me a Devil Fruit?”

“Not just any Devil Fruit,” he mutters, flipping a page. His fingers move fast, tracing over diagrams “Something similar to the Ope Ope no Mi. Something that could manipulate your body, enhance cellular regeneration, maybe even reprogram the disease out of you.”

Your stomach drops.

“Law.”

“I just need to find the right one.” He keeps going like he hasn’t heard you “There’s research, fragments of old studies, theories. If I can modify a fruit’s properties, or find a compatible—”

“Law!”

He flinches.

You swallow, hands shaking “You can’t just... you can’t force me to eat a Devil Fruit.”

He glares at you, jaw clenched “If it’s the only way to save you, then yes, I can.”

The air crackles between you.

For the first time, you see that he won’t stop. He won’t accept it. Not like you have.

You take a shaky breath “You’re trying to save me the same way Corazon saved you...”

His body tenses.

“You think if I eat a fruit like yours, I’ll survive just like you did.”

Silence.

“I won’t lose you” he whispers.

Your heart clenches.

You step closer, reaching for his face, cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch immediately, like he’s starved for it.

“Law,” you say softly “You can’t fix this, and it's okay.”

He squeezes his eyes shut “There’s always a way.”

You shake your head “Even if there is… do you really want to spend our last moments like this? Chasing something that might not even exist?”

His breath shudders against your palm.

For the first time, he doesn’t have an answer.

Law is different after that night.

He still spends hours in his office, buried in books, chasing after a cure that may not exist. He still barely sleeps, barely eats, his mind running in endless circles of calculations and medical theories.

But now he makes time for you.

It starts small. Sitting next to you on the deck, staring at the ocean in comfortable silence. Letting you lean against him while he reads, his hand absentmindedly brushing over yours.

Then, it becomes more. Stealing moments with you in the kitchen, pretending to help while you cook, though he mostly just watches you with those quiet, golden eyes. Taking you to watch the sunset, fingers grazing against yours but never quite holding on.

And sometimes, when he thinks no one is looking, he smiles.

It reminds you of something he once told you.

“Even now you’re trying to do what Corazon did for you, aren’t you?” you say one night, breaking the silence.

Law tenses beside you.

The two of you are lying on the bed, facing each other. It’s one of the rare nights he actually gets in bed with you instead of falling asleep at his desk. His fingers hover near your wrist, not quite touching, just barely brushing your skin.

He doesn’t answer right away. But you see it in his eyes.

“I’m not like him” he mutters.

You smile, reaching up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear “You’re right. From what you told me, he was goofier. More dramatic.”

His lips twitch “That sounds more like you.”

“Maybe,” you hum “But you’re doing exactly what he did. You’re trying to give me happy memories while working yourself to death behind my back.”

His eyes darken.

You brush a hand against his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. He looks exhausted, but you know that no matter what you tell him, he won’t stop.

“You can’t save everyone, Law” you whisper.

His grip tightens around the sheets “I can save you.”

You close your eyes, exhaling softly.

“Then at least promise me something” you murmur.

He waits.

“When I go—”

“You’re not—”

“When I go,” you say again, firmer this time, “I want you to keep going. Don’t disappear. Don’t close yourself off.”

Law stares at you, his expression unreadable.

“You think I could just move on?” he finally asks, voice raw.

“I think,” you say, fingers brushing against his, “that you deserve to be happy.”

He doesn’t answer.

But later that night, when he thinks you’re asleep, you feel his hand finally take yours. And for the first time, you wonder who’s more afraid of losing the other, you or him.

For the first time in weeks, Law looks alive.

He bursts into the Polar Tang’s main room, eyes sharp, steps quick, movements filled with purpose. His coat flares behind him as he scans the room, spotting the Heart Pirates scattered around, Shachi and Penguin bickering, Bepo munching on a snack, Ikkaku polishing her tools.

“All of you,” he orders, voice firm, urgent “Meeting. Now.”

The crew blinks at him.

“Whoa, Captain, you good?” Penguin asks, tilting his head “You look—”

“Awake,” Shachi finishes “Which is weird, considering you haven’t slept in days.”

“Meeting. Now.” Law repeats, already turning toward the control room.

Bepo exchanges glances with the others before nodding “Let’s go.”

Within minutes, the crew is gathered. The room is tense, because they can feel it. Something has changed.

Law places both hands on the table, looking at them with determination burning in his golden eyes.

“I’ve found a cure.”

Silence.

Then Penguin nearly chokes “Wait, what?!”

“You...” Shachi’s eyes widen “You’re serious?”

Bepo’s ears twitch “Captain…”

Law nods, rolling out a hand-drawn diagram of an unknown Devil Fruit.

“It’s called the Vita Vita no Mi,” he explains “A Devil Fruit that enhances the body’s ability to regenerate and purge diseases. It was recorded in old medical texts from over a century ago, lost, believed to be a myth. But I found something.”

He flips to another page.

“There were reports of this fruit appearing in a black-market trade just over a decade ago. Tracked to an island in the Grand Line.” His gaze hardens “We’re going there.”

The crew stares.

“You mean—” Ikkaku leans forward “You mean there’s a chance?”

“A damn good one,” Law says “If I can get my hands on this fruit, if I can modify its effects, then Y/N...”

He stops. Swallows.

“Then she survives.”

The weight of his words hits the crew all at once.

Shachi exhales sharply “Tell us what you need, Captain.”

Penguin nods “We’re in.”

Bepo clenches his fist “We’ll get that fruit.”

Law looks at them, the family he’s built, the people who trust him without question.

“Set course,” he orders “We leave now.”

And for the first time since this nightmare started, there’s hope.

The ship cuts through the Grand Line’s turbulent waters, the Polar Tang moving faster than it has in weeks. There’s a sense of urgency now, an undercurrent of hope that the crew has never felt before.

Law is different. His usual calm, stoic nature is there, but there’s a fire behind his eyes, a purpose that drives every action. He barely sleeps, constantly working to map out the island, planning for the worst.

Every night, before he goes to bed, he checks on you. His hands are gentle, his gaze searching, but he says nothing. He only watches you breathe, listens to the soft rise and fall of your chest.

In those moments, you think he’s not sure if you’ll be there when he returns.

But when he talks about the cure, when he speaks of the Vita Vita no Mi, the miracle fruit, you see the fire again. Hope.

And for a while, you let yourself believe.

Days pass. The island is in sight.

Law stands at the bow of the ship, eyes fixed on the shore.

“Keep steady” he commands, his voice cold, calculated.

You’re on the deck, staring at the sky as the island draws nearer. You’ve grown weaker over the past few days. The disease is ravaging your body, and you can feel it. But you smile through it, just like you promised.

Bepo stays by your side, as always. The big polar bear mink is there, standing guard, just as loyal as ever. His presence is a small comfort to you, he’s worried, you can tell, but he never presses.

You want to get up, join the crew, help them find the cure, but Bepo gently guides you back down when you try to stand, his big paw resting on your shoulder.

Bepo says softly “Captain’s got this.”

Law approaches, his figure towering over you, the weight of his gaze unmistakable.

“I’m going with you,” you say, your voice light, teasing “No way I’m letting you get all the glory, Captain.”

He crouches in front of you, his eyes softer than they’ve been in days.

“You’re staying here with Bepo.”

You blink at him “You don’t trust me to keep up with you?”

He smiles, just barely. It’s small, fleeting, but it’s there.

“Stay here, please.” His voice is quiet, almost a plea.

You want to argue, but the look in his eyes stops you.

You smile at him, though the effort is exhausting “I’ll just be here… waiting.”

The crew disembarks, heading into the thick jungle, with Law leading the charge. The air is thick, the path winding and treacherous. It’s as though the island doesn’t want them to succeed. But they don’t stop.

The days blur together as they search, scouring every inch of the land, every forest, every cave. Law is relentless. The fruit is out there. He knows it. He can feel it.

And then a blast of sound cuts through the jungle, a distant rumble that echoes in the air. Law’s eyes widen, his body tensing. Without a word, he sprints while teleporting himself.

The crew follows quickly, but the jungle seems to twist itself around them, the path becoming harder and more dangerous as they go.

Law doesn’t care. He’s focused on one thing now: getting back to you.

You’re lying on the deck, growing weaker by the minute, your breath shallow. You know the end is near.

But Bepo stays with you, his warm presence a steady anchor. He’s the one who brings you water, who keeps you from slipping into a fevered daze. He’s the one who makes sure you’re comfortable, even as your body is slowly shutting down.

“Hang in there,” he says softly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face “Captain will bring the cure back. I know he will.”

You want to reassure him, to tell him not to worry, but the words won’t come.

You reach for his paw weakly, and he holds your hand with surprising tenderness.

Hours pass. The night grows darker, and the crew has yet to return. The air is thick with tension.

Finally, the sound of heavy footsteps reaches the deck.

Law appears, drenched in sweat, his face hard but his eyes alive.

“Y/N…” His voice cracks as he kneels beside you, his hands immediately going to your face, checking for fever, your pulse.

“You found it?” you whisper, barely able to speak.

He nods, not trusting his voice. He opens his pack, pulling out the Vita Vita no Mi, the fruit wrapped carefully in cloth.

But before he can do anything, you stop him with a hand on his wrist.

“Law… don’t…” You cough, a weak laugh escaping you “I don’t know if it’ll work… if it’s too late…”

“No,” he insists, his voice desperate “It will work. I won’t let you—”

“I just wanted to be with you,” you whisper, the words barely audible “I wanted to see you happy… with me.”

Bepo steps back, his heart heavy, but he’s still there, watching over you.

Law hesitates, his eyes locked on yours. The fruit still rests in his hand, but he can’t bring himself to do it—not yet.

“Please,” you whisper, weakly gripping his hand “Just stay… stay with me.”

He looks at you, the flicker of fear in his eyes, fear of losing you, the same fear he’s been running from since Corazon.

“I won’t leave you,” Law says softly “I promised, remember?”

The crew now waits in the background, hearts clenched in their chests. They don’t speak. They don’t breathe.

The night stretches on, heavy with anticipation. But nothing happens.

Law continues to hold the fruit, watching you closely, waiting for a sign, a flicker of hope. But you’ve grown so still. The seconds feel like hours, and when Law finally lifts the fruit to your lips, your eyes flicker open again, meeting his.

You smile, the faintest of smiles.

“I’m sorry for not being stronger…” You pause, each word coming with effort, but you press on “But you have to live, okay? You have to keep going. Don’t waste your life… Please… don’t waste it… for me.”

His eyes widen in shock, and a single tear slips down his cheek.

“I can’t lose you” he whispers, his voice breaking.

But you just smile faintly, your hand weakly squeezing his “Even if this won't work, I need you to know you already saved me… You gave me this life, this love. Now live it, for both of us.”

Your eyes flutter shut once more, and the world holds its breath.

[chuulyssa]

🇨​​ 🇴 ​​🇳 ​​🇫​​ 🇪 ​​🇸​​ 🇸 ​​🇮 ​​🇴 ​​🇳​ ！

BSD MEN REACTING TO A CONFESSION.

↷ A/N ─ yes new divider again because im indecisive as heck

★ FT. ─ dazai , chuuya , ranpo , akutagawa , atsushi , fyodor

!! TAGS ─ mentions of suicide, insecurities, overall fluff

"i love you."

ᴅᴀᴢᴀɪ.

promptly replies with, "i love you too."

he'll lean into you with an amused smile because he lowkey thinks you're joking

when he realizes you're serious about it he'll immediately stop the stupid grin

and look at you with this sincere look you've never seen on his face before

he'll hold your hand and everything while repeating "i love you too," for a second time, only this time he's serious about it too

definitely asks for double suicide later

"You know it's my motto to unalive myself with a beautiful woman. How lucky of you to have been bestowed upon this honour."

"Mhm."

"I'll say yes if you join me in a double suicide," he asks with puppy eyes.

"Dazai, you already said yes."

"I'll say it again!"

​ᴄʜᴜᴜʏᴀ.

he stops abruptly and half chokes on his expensive ass wine

poor boy is really confused 😭 because "where did that come from??"

he tries to play it cool but he's literally SCREAMING inside

we all know he's been betrayed a lot of times in the past so he feels hesitant about it

will decide to give it a shot tho

100% calls dazai to brag about it

"You may be taller or whatever (as if that matters in the first place) but were you the one able to steal her heart? Eh? I think not!"

You chuckle hearing him update his rival of his new relationship status.

"And anyway," he raises a glass of wine for toast. "I'd like to thank my good looks, good looks and did I mention my good looks (?) for making tonight the happiest night ever."

ʀᴀɴᴘᴏ.

"i know."

he has always observed every single thing about you - how you behave around others vs how you behave around him, the little times you look at him like you want his attention etc etc

he's known about this since like soooo long

he defo also knew when where and how you were gonna confess

went to yosano for tips to react to it and bought you chocolates and stuff. he thinks it'll make you happy :D

eats all of that himself even tho he originally bought it for you but you let it slide because he's a cutie patootie

"You could at least have been a bit subtle about it," he says, munching on his chips. "I mean, anyone who saw you would've been able to guess. I didn't even need my ability for this!"

He lifts his chin up thoughtfully, fingers ripping open another packet of snacks. "You should be grateful I'm not a snitch. Eh, well," he shrugs, "You're now dating the greatest detective in the world! Congratulations!"

ᴀᴋᴜᴛᴀɢᴀᴡᴀ.

"eh???"

like chuuya, he's pretty confused too

"are you sure?"

tries to keep a straight face and hide his fluster

he'll narrow his eyes at you as if he's trying to read your emotions. he doesn't wanna get hurt if he gets too attached to you and you two end up breaking up

also how tf is he supposed to believe that someone like YOU like someone like HIM?

reassure him that he's perfect please :( poor baby deserves the world

"I am a lot of work. I don't think you can keep up with all of that," he says shortly.

"I'll try my best."

"You don't have to."

"But I want to!"

He stares at you for a few moments, looking like he's about to cry.

"Oh, alright then," he waves a hand around. "But don't you ever leave me."

ᴀᴛꜱᴜꜱʜɪ.

screams

"SAY IT AGAIN PLEASE!"

jumps around everywhere in happiness

you dont even get a verbal answer the man's just dancing around

either that or he just faints

he's, like akutagawa, insecure about himself. but he's much more open to showing his emotions to you.

you end up cuddling the whole night or he calls off work to be with you for the rest of the day <3

"I..." he repeats the same word for the fifth time in a row.

"Yes?"

"Don't mind me, I'm just trying to come to terms with the fact that I get to date you."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, no!" he panics, wringing both hands all over himself hastily. "I love you! Really!"

ꜰʏᴏᴅᴏʀ.

no reaction. im sorry

spares a small glance at you but otherwise doesn't get distracted from his work

you think he's gone deaf from the way he just ignored you cuz what????

will spend like 15 minutes that way before extending an arm to you and you lowkey DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO??? HELP??

he'll stare at you for a few seconds before pulling you onto his lap and continuing with his work

and that's his way of saying yes

He shuts the computers around him down and taps your outer thigh twice. You immediately stand up and help him up. He stares at you for a few seconds, contemplating something.

"You know, I never thought I'd enable others to call me a lovesick fool."

"Does that mean you are a lovesick fool?"

"A little, maybe," he turns around and walks out of the door while you follow him with a soft smile on your face.

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[kxsagi]

Hi!! Can I request some headcanons for the Bllk boys (mostly for Rin, Sae, Kaiser, Yukimiya, & Reo, but you can add whoever else hehe) about like their first kiss or first date with reader? (If you haven’t written about it already lol, I’m fairly new to your blog🥹) Like are they giddy about it? Did the date it go well? Were they awkward about kissing reader? Are they dying to see reader again? Yk what I mean???🤭 You can tweak this however you like!

Ty!🤍

"𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠"

a/n: i wrote this and was blushing myself help 😭

also i love the song sure thing and miguel he's such a good artist

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael, yukimiya kenyu, mikage reo, isagi yoichi

itoshi rin

rin is so serious about this first date it’s almost embarrassing. like he’s literally planning his outfit a week in advance and checking the restaurant reviews like he’s prepping for war. 

when you show up looking breathtaking, rin internally glitches. he forgot humans could be that pretty. the most you get out of him at first is a stiff, "you look fine." (it was supposed to be a compliment.) 

the date itself is awkward for like, the first 20 minutes because rin is trying SO hard to be normal. you make a dumb joke, and he stares at you like he’s loading. but then, you laugh at yourself and he kinda… softens. 

by the middle of the dinner he’s leaned forward, muttering dry, sarcastic comments under his breath, and he looks at you like you’re the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. 

first kiss? rin walks you home and just STANDS there at your door, rigid. he wants to kiss you, but he’s overthinking it so hard he looks physically pained. 

you end up being the one to kiss him, and this boy literally freezes for a second like his brain blue-screened. then he kisses you back so earnestly it’s insane. his hand cradles the back of your head so gently you almost cry. 

after you go inside, he literally stands outside your door like an NPC, staring at the ground, replaying the kiss in his mind like a broken record. rin.exe has stopped working. 

dying to see you again but would rather perish than text first (he caves after 2 hours). 

itoshi sae

first of all, you’re lucky sae even agreed to a “date.” he’s allergic to the word. the second you called it that he gave you a look like you just asked him to help move a dead body. 

“it’s not a date. it’s just… hanging out.” (bro was sweating.) 

he shows up exactly on time, not a second early, not a second late, dressed way too casually for how hard he clearly thought about it. 

you’re a little nervous at first, but sae? sae is the human embodiment of 🧍‍♂️. he’s just standing there. hands in his pockets. blinking at you. 

you think maybe he’s bored, but every time you say something even a little funny, you catch him almost smiling before he kills it. he’s not fooling anybody. 

throughout dinner he’s casually devastating. when you tell him you were worried about picking a lame restaurant, he just tilts his head and says, “it’s fine. i’m not here for the food anyway.” 

he acts so casual, but he notices everything: your favorite dessert, the way you tap your fingers when you’re excited, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love. 

first kiss? sae is horrible at pretending he’s not thinking about it. when he walks you home, there’s this tension in the air. he keeps glancing at you sideways and looking away like you’re an eclipse he’s not supposed to stare at. 

at your door, there’s this long pause. you open your mouth to say goodbye and he just… leans in. 

it’s abrupt, almost clumsy, but his hand finds your jaw so gently you almost melt. 

the kiss itself is surprisingly soft, slow, like he’s tasting the feeling before letting himself have it. 

when you pull away, a little dazed, sae just gives you this tiny, smug smirk and says, “finally.” like it was your fault for making him wait. 

he doesn't text you that night. he shows up the next morning at your door with coffee like, “you’re free, right?” (he missed you immediately but he'd rather die than admit it.) 

kaiser michael

kaiser treats the first date like it’s the olympics. he's showing up with a bouquet so big you can't see his face, wearing designer clothes, and winking at you like he’s already won. 

the whole night, he’s borderline unbearable, complimenting you every five seconds, making everything into a flirty joke, acting like the entire restaurant should be jealous he has you. 

but every time you laugh for real, he visibly short-circuits and has to glance away for a second like he’s trying to get his heart rate back under control. 

first kiss? you’re teasing him at the end of the night, like, “wow, and here i thought the famous michael kaiser would be a better date” and he fake gasps, clutches his heart, and dramatically says he needs a kiss to recover. 

you roll your eyes and kiss him just to shut him up and this man literally freezes mid-banter. 

his hand finds your waist automatically and when he kisses back it's so much softer than you expect, almost like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. 

after the date he literally spins around in the street like a disney princess when no one’s looking (zesty ahh). 

yukimiya kenyu

yukimiya is SO composed on the surface, like he’s all suave and gentlemanly and giving you that dazzling movie-star smile, but internally he’s PANICKING. 

he spent two hours googling “how to impress your crush without looking desperate” before the date. 

during dinner, he’s super attentive – asking questions about your day, your hobbies, your favorite color – but the second you compliment him back, he short-circuits like a middle schooler. 

first kiss? he’s walking you home, holding your hand, and trying to play it cool, but he keeps sneaking glances at your lips. 

finally, right at your doorstep, he blurts, "i really want to kiss you right now," and immediately turns red like he didn't mean to say that out loud. 

you kiss him and poor yukimiya is so overwhelmed he literally stumbles back a step. ("sorry, i'm just– you’re really beautiful.") 

texts you that night: “i had a really amazing time. would love to see you again. if you’re free. no pressure. sorry. okay goodnight.” (he proofread that text five times.) 

mikage reo

reo shows up to the date like he’s starring in a rom-com. we’re talking reservations at the coolest new place in town, wearing the perfect outfit, absolutely beaming when he sees you. 

he treats you like royalty the entire night. hand on your lower back, pulling out your chair, feeding you bites off his plate, the works. 

he is also very obviously smitten. like, he laughs way too hard at your jokes and says “you’re seriously the cutest person alive” like three times without even realizing it. 

first kiss? reo gets nervous toward the end of the night because he wants it to be perfect. he’s actually sweating a little, double checking that his breath doesn’t smell like garlic. 

he walks you home, holding your hand and swinging it between you like the golden retriever bf he is, and right as you’re about to say goodbye, he just blurts out, “can i kiss you?” 

you say yes, and reo kisses you so sweetly and so enthusiastically you both start laughing halfway through because he’s literally smiling against your lips. 

immediately texts you after: “when can i see you again 😭😭😭💜” and plans like five more dates in his head before you even reply. 

isagi yoichi

isagi is both excited and absolutely terrified about the first date. this man is doing push-ups in his room beforehand to "get rid of the nerves" (it doesn't help.) 

he tries SO hard to seem casual but ends up being adorably dorky. like he almost pulls your chair out too far and you almost fall over (he apologizes for the next ten minutes). 

but he’s also SO easy to talk to. by the middle of the date, you’re laughing non-stop and realizing that being with isagi just feels right. 

first kiss? he walks you home and he’s so obviously trying to build up the courage to kiss you that it’s painful. like he keeps fidgeting, glancing at your lips, then looking away like he’s committed a crime. 

you finally have to gently nudge him, and he stammers out, "can i– is it okay if–" before you just kiss him first. 

isagi literally freezes with his hands half-raised, then kisses you back so shyly and sweetly you feel like you’re floating. 

after you go inside, he literally punches the air in victory and almost wakes up the whole neighborhood. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o having a period mishap

Request: seventeen when their s/o has a period mishap...the amount of times i accidently bled onto my sheets is no joke it happens almost everytime

A/N: Relatable, bestie, RELATABLE!+ probably not the type of reaction you were hoping for (?) TT

The Caretaker (Will Take Control, Calm You Down)

Joshua: If it happens, he would immediately try to comfort you and reassure you that it’s totally okay. “It happens to everyone, don’t worry about it. Let me grab some fresh sheets, I’ll take care of it.” He’d get your favorite snacks and make sure you're comfy while you handle the situation.

Hoshi: Definitely the type to make a joke to lighten the mood lol. “You’re making my bed look extra cozy today, huh?” But he’s also quick to get you whatever you need, from fresh sheets to your favorite drink. Hoshi would be gentle and ensure you’re okay, no matter what.

Woozi: He’d stay calm and take over cleaning up without a word. He’d quietly get fresh sheets, but his actions would show how much he cares. If you were feeling emotional or embarrassed, Woozi would stay close, offering comfort in his own way.

Dokyeom: He would laugh it off but in the sweetest way possible because he's a sweetheart and the best partner, making sure you’re not feeling embarrassed 🫶🏼 “It’s okay, babe! I’ve got you. You relax while I fix things up.” He’d make you tea or hot chocolate to help you feel better.

The ‘Needs To Comfort You’ But Also Panics A Little

Jeonghan: While he’d act like it’s no big deal, you’d catch a glimpse of his internal panic. He’ll definitely go into caretaker mode while secretly trying to stay cool. “It happens, babe. Don’t worry about it...” He’ll try to distract you with something like a movie or cute talk while quietly handling everything.

Seungkwan: “Oh my god, don’t worry, I’ve got you covered!” He’ll definitely make you laugh with his over-the-top reactions to make you feel better, but he’s 100% serious about helping you with cleaning up and bringing you anything you need. He’s the king of comfort in moments like this.

Vernon: A bit awkward, but still really sweet. He’d apologize (😭) and try to fix things as quickly as possible, while probably offering to go out and buy anything you might need to feel more comfortable. He’d also just be really sweet, reassuring you that everything’s fine and no one should be embarrassed.

The ‘Takes Charge But Won’t Let You Feel Embarrassed’

Seungcheol: He would act like nothing happened—he’s the type to stay composed and calm even if you’re feeling a little embarrassed. He’d just say something like, “It’s really nothing to be upset about. Let me take care of it.” He’d help with everything, even if it’s just holding you close while you both figure it out.

Wonwoo: With his calm demeanor, he’d handle it without blinking an eye 🧍🏻‍♀️ He’s probably the type to offer a warm drink or comfort you with a low voice while making sure everything is cleaned up and you’re taken care of. He’d keep his cool, not making a big deal out of it while still being attentive and thoughtful.

Mingyu: He would joke around a little to ease the tension and make sure you don’t feel too awkward. “What, you think I haven’t seen worse? You're a human here!” He’d get right to cleaning up while making you laugh and making sure you’re okay emotionally as well as physically.

Minghao: His calm attitude would really shine here. No embarrassment, no panic, just taking everything in stride. “It’s okay, babe. Let me grab the fresh sheets.” He’d make sure you’re comfy and relaxed, possibly offering you a cozy blanket or pillows to make everything better.

Dino: At first, he might look a little surprised, but his reaction would be quick and gentle. He’d reassure you in his sweet, soft way that it’s no big deal. He’d make you feel at ease, and in no time, the two of you would have it cleaned up, and you’d be wrapped in a warm, comfy blanket.

The ‘Mature Yet Sweet’ Reaction

Jun: He would be the understanding and calm type, not making a big deal of the situation at all. If you were feeling embarrassed, he’d quickly reassure you, “It’s really okay. It happens.” He’d take control of the cleaning up and maybe make a joke to lighten the mood, but overall, his actions would speak louder than words. He'd suggest you take a rest, helping you feel more at ease in the situation.

[juliettejwnewinesa]

omg YOUR FANFICS ARE ACTUALLY SO DELICIOUS like anytime I need a break I literally open up tumblr just to go on your account😭🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

waa I’d like to request another sieun x reader where reader and him are secretly dating and he accidentally reveals it to his friend group because hmm baku or someone else was flirting w reader :33

ALSOOOO I ABSOLUTELY ADORED THE FIC U WROTE FOR MY REQUEST THE ONE WITH THE CUTESY NOTES ughhhhh i absolutely ate that up 😋 THANK U FOR ANSWERING IT HEHEH🫶🫶🫶

together forever

pairing: Park Si-eun x fem!reader (WHC universe) tags: secret relationship, jealousy, possessive!Si-eun, annoyed Si-eun supremacy, accidental reveal, friend group chaos, mild flirting, implied violence, soft comfort word count: ~1.7k notes: you said you could keep it a secret. he said he didn’t care who knew. but when someone else lays hands on you—suddenly he’s making it everyone’s business.

omg thank you so much your so sweet that made me light up anyways here you go

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You were doing so well.

Six months of secret glances. Untouched cafeteria seats. Texts sent only after midnight. Hushed check-ins after fights—when his knuckles bled and your voice trembled. Six months of pretending to be strangers, when every time he looked at you, it burned.

Si-eun never cared what people thought. He was always quiet, always unreadable. He didn’t need to prove anything. And he’d agreed, in his flat, cool tone: “If you want to keep it quiet, fine.”

So you did.

You acted like you didn’t flinch every time he walked into the room with a bruise on his cheekbone. You called him Park Si-eun instead of what you really wanted to—something softer, something only you could say. You played the part of a classmate, even when you were falling harder every day.

And it worked.

Until the group started teasing.

You were sitting on the rooftop. Not alone, for once. It was you, Jun-tae, Go Tak, Humin—even Si-eun was sitting a few feet away, head down in a book, legs stretched out like he wasn’t listening.

He was.

“Noona,” Jun-tae said, leaning in. “Why do you hang around us so much? You don’t even like fighting.”

Go Tak grinned. “She likes watching the fights. Must like the view.”

“Hey,” Humin cut in, eyes narrowing playfully. “Maybe she’s into someone. Who is it, huh? Not me?”

He reached out to gently bump your knee with his.

“Humin,” Si-eun said.

Everyone turned.

The voice was calm. Quiet. But there was something cold in it.

Humin blinked. “What?”

Si-eun closed his book. Stood up. Walked over like it was nothing. He stopped beside you, looked down at the group—expression unreadable.

“She’s mine,” he said simply.

Jun-tae made a choking noise.

Go Tak dropped his snack. “Wait, what?!”

Humin’s eyes widened. “Dude, we were joking—”

“Don’t touch her again.”

You stared up at him, stunned. “Si-eun…”

“I told you I didn’t care if people knew.” He looked at you. “I still don’t.”

You stood quickly, pulling him a few steps away. “What are you doing? You just told them everything!”

“They needed to know.”

“They were teasing. It wasn’t serious!”

His gaze darkened. “He touched you.”

“Barely!”

“I don’t like it.”

You sighed, heart pounding. His hand brushed yours.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Quiet. “But I don’t want to hide anymore.”

From the roof, Jun-tae shouted, “IS THIS WHY HE NEVER LETS YOU WALK HOME ALONE?”

Go Tak laughed. “BRO. HE’S BEEN IN LOVE THIS WHOLE TIME.”

Humin groaned. “I knew it. That explains everything.”

You hid your face in your hands.

Si-eun smirked. “Too late to back out now.”

You peeked at him. “...You really love me?”

He nodded. “Always have.”

You exhaled slowly. And then you smiled.

“Well,” you said. “I guess the secret’s out.”

He laced your fingers together. “Good.”

From the rooftop:

“YEAH IT’S GOOD UNTIL YOU START MAKING OUT IN FRONT OF US!”

“TOO LATE!” Go Tak added. “THEY’RE DOING IT RIGHT NOW!”

You burst out laughing. Si-eun pulled you close like he didn’t care.

He didn’t.

Not anymore.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZNdNAeyPs/

I immediately thought of jaehyun and sweets 😭😭😭

more of Sweets being an agent of chaos! Hell yeah!!

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ What is this going to cover?! ⋆⭒˚.⋆

(cw: f!reader, suggestive comments)

"You do know spring break is only a week, right?" Fratboy!Jaehyun asks with an arched brow.

You guys were only going on vacation for five days, not a whole year. This was the 700th package that you'd had delivered because you "needed" it for vacation. He hoped you understood that you were all just going to the beach... not a remote island that had never seen any humans before. The beach town you were going to had stores, had restaurants, had rental homes that you had all splurged on, it had everything anyone would need. Jaehyun was, to say the very least, confused as to why you felt the need to buy a whole new wardrobe. You had summer clothes! You had bathing suits! He didn't think there was any need to reinvent yourself for five days.

"Okay, but this one is so cute!" You pout as you reenter the room, now dressed in one of his shirts. You closed the door behind you and plopped yourself on his bed while reaching for the slim package you'd thrown just a minute ago when you got here.

Jaehyun watched as you tear open the package and pull out a small bundle of light blue... string? You squeal excitedly, "wait! Baby, oh my god! This is s much better than on the website!" You wiggle one hand at him, showing off your nails, "it's going to match perfectly!"

You hand the small bundle to you boyfriend while you toss the packaging in the trash. Jaehyun flicks his gaze from you to the blue wad in his hand. "What am I looking at here?" He asks.

You start to unravel it, pulling it apart to reveal exactly what Jaehyun had suspected. Two strings. Jaehyun holds one and you hold the other. You lift the one in your hand, squealing with excitement and a bright smile, "I'm actually going to scream. It's perfect!"

He continues to stare at you like you grew a second head, "I'm confused."

You compare both pieces, a smile on your face as you twist the string around your fingers, "well, I'm holding the top and you're holding the bottoms."

"The top and bottom of what?" Jaehyun coughs out, eyes wide and cheeks read.

You cock your head and roll your eyes, "Jae, please be serious. You know I've been ordering stuff for spring break."

"But you told me you were only wearing sandals for the whole trip. I watched you open packages with six pairs of shoes for a five day trip," Jaehyun details, slowly, hoping that thinking out loud will help him understand.

"I am wearing sandals, this isn't for shoes. It's for me to wear! It's a bikini!" You state excitedly.

He doesn't waste a single second, "you're joking."

"I've been really working on being more body positive, so the girls helped me pick this out! The patterns isn't usually something I'd really go for, but I'm trying to broaden my horizons," you explain casually.

Jaehyun stares at you with with a mix of confusion and exasperation. Okay, yay to body positivity, but you were each holding a string. A string! A string no wider than his pinky nail at that! And- and! What fucking pattern were you talking about?! These were plain, light blue looking shoe laces!

He closed his eyes and exhaled for a moment, "alright, maybe I'm not hearing you correctly. This is your bathing suit?"

You nod, "yes."

Perfect, just perfect. Unfortunately, he did hear you correctly. He throws his free hand up, shaking the string around, "this is a shoe lace! What is this going to cover?!"

"You're so conservative, baby. It's actually really popular right now, it's trendy," you tell him with a nod.

He holds the string up between his legs, "if I wore something like this, my parts would be hanging out! A string isn't going to cover anything, Sweetheart!"

"Well, you have different parts than I do," you sigh, "plus, you don't even know how to do it right. It takes some finessing to get the cutest style."

"I've seen your parts! I've been all up in your parts! No matter how you finesse this, nothing is getting covered, Sweet Girl," Jaehyun borderline cries out, overwhelmed with stress.

You pout, reaching out to kick his thigh lightly, "I was really excited to show this to you and you're making me feel bad."

"Sweetheart, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just have never been more confused in my life. Please, tell me you're joking," he tells you quietly, feeling bad that he killed your excitement.

You crack a smile, leaning in to cup his cheeks and pepper his face with kisses, "I was just joking, baby. I got these shoe laces for some sneakers I have."

He lets out a sigh of relief, "I swear I was going to have a heart attack."

You giggle against his lips, "you're so gullible, baby."

"Maybe you can make it up to me by wearing these skimpy little strings just for me," Jaehyun mumbles against your lips.

You break the kiss and roll your eyes, placing a hand on his chest to push him away gently, "you're a freak."

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it'll be ok | LN4

lando norris x female!reader

warnings: unexpected pregnancy, talk of throwing up/being nauseous, suggestive actions implied if you get what i’m saying, early on pregnancy symptoms, mention of alcohol and being drunk (not the reader!!), lando being a simp for his girlfriend in every aspect of his life.

note: i know how pregnancy works and i’m not saying that reader got pregnant on this trip, her and lando are just h**ny 😭 (increased sex drive is a symptom of pregnancy though so..…) 

double note: i’m not sure how lily (oscar’s lily) is as a person but she seems like a sweetheart so i went off those vibes and i referred to alexandra by her full name cause if i said alex, someone might think alex albon lol 

okay thats it. enjoy 😉

word count: a little over 5k

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You and Lando had been dating now for close to 2 years. You were happy with the life you were making with him and he was happy to have you by his side through his success. 

Everything was going great, at least it was up until 5 minutes ago. Now here you were sitting in the bathroom to the villa you had rented out for a vacation with friends, holding a pregnancy test not sure what to do with the fact that there were two lines looking back at you. 

48 Hours Before Finding Out

“Omg this is so much more prettier than the pictures” you said as you, Lando and some of your closest friends which included some of the other drivers and their girlfriends, walked into the villa 

“This is gonna be great” Lando exclaimed excitedly while wrapping an arm around your waist “Alright everyone get their rooms sorted and when you’re done, meet down by the beach” he told everyone, earning a round of “okays” and “sounds goods”. 

You and Lando made your way to the master suite on the second floor, seeing as you had been the ones to suggest the vacation and rent the villa, it was only fair you got the biggest room. 

“Lan I don’t know which bathing suit to wear” you asked as you stared at the bathing suits you had brought. 

“Doesn’t matter to me, either way it’ll end up on the floor later” he whispered in your ear as he came up behind you 

You blushed at his flirty remark “You’re naughty” you joked with him 

“Only for you” he reiterated as he put his hands on your hips and started kissing your neck 

“Lan if we start doing that, we’re never gonna leave” you tried being serious even though the shudder in your voice gave you away, telling Lando he was succeeding in distracting you. 

This happened quite frequently. Lando knew you so well and he made you feel things, none of your previous boyfriends had ever made you feel. 

He continued kissing your neck, knowing exactly where to put his lips. You felt yourself giving in with the way he was kissing you and how his hands were slowly moving down from your hips, you knew you wouldn’t be making it to the beach anytime soon. 

-

You and Lando eventually left your room, joining your friends on the beach. 

“Where the hell were you two” Max asked as he sat on a beach chair with everyone else doing their own thing 

“Y/N needed help picking a bathing suit” Lando responded smirking, knowing Max wouldn’t believe him but also knew he wouldn’t push for the truth, he was smart enough to put two and two together. 

“Babe I’m gonna go in the water, care to join?” Lando asked turning to you as your hands were interlocked 

“No I’m okay for now, I’m gonna try and tan a bit then I’ll come join you” you told him, he smiled at your answer and then gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and started making his way towards the water to join the friends of yours that were currently playing water volleyball. 

You spent the rest of your day in between tanning with the girls and playing in the water with Lando. Once everyone was done with the sun, you all made your way back to the house where you went to your perspective rooms to rest a little before you went out for dinner. 

You felt extra tired which on any other day you might be more concerned about but you had been travelling between time zones and then spent a significant amount of time in the sun, so in your head it made sense to be this tired. 

Once you had changed from your bathing suit into some clean undies and a oversized T-shirt, you crashed on yours and Lando’s bed where he was already sitting scrolling on his phone 

“Lan im gonna take a quick nap, wake me up in like an hour so I can start getting ready” you told him as you curled into a ball nuzzling your face into the pillows 

“Sure thing sweets” he said leaning down to kiss your head before going back to his phone, keeping one hand free to play with your hair knowing that always helped put you to sleep. 

-

Lando stayed true to his word and gently woke you up about an hour into your nap, not wanting to, seeing as you looked so peaceful but knowing you’d be upset if he let you sleep longer than you wanted.

“Babe” he said gently stroking his hand over your cheek 

“Hmm” you mumbled still half asleep 

“You wanted me to wake you so you could start to get ready” he told you smiling at how cute you looked 

“Why are you a good boyfriend and actually listen to what I say” you grumbled 

He chuckled “C’mon we can take a shower together, that’ll wake you up” he suggested knowing you’d get what he was implying 

You opened one eye looking at him to see if he was joking but knew he wasn’t when you saw the look in his eyes, this got you to open both eyes and slowly stretch, waking up fully in the process 

“Alright pretty boy let’s go” you said as you got off the bed causing a laugh to leave Lando as he got off the bed, following you into the bathroom. 

-

Once everyone including you and Lando were ready, you decided to visit a cute Italian restaurant nearby. Everyone in the group all loved Italian so it worked out perfectly. 

While you were walking to the restaurant, you felt a slight squeeze in your stomach but chalked it up to that all you had to eat today was some fruit and a small salad. 

Lately your appetite hadn’t been what it normally was, you pushed this thought aside though wanting to enjoy your vacation and deciding you’d worry about it once you got back home. 

After some walking you reached the restaurant, Charles taking point and speaking to the hostess in Italian to get a table. They brought you to the part of the restaurant that was more private and made sure there were enough seats for everyone. 

The host got you all menus and water, letting you know your server would be there momentarily. 

You politely smiled at her and offered her thanks in Italian, you may have loved everything Italian but your knowledge of the language didn’t go past basic phrases and words. 

You sat next to Lando and Lily, Oscars girlfriend. The two of you had gotten close with your boyfriends being teammates. You felt that squeeze in your stomach again, this time more intense so you casually reached for your water and hoped it would help. 

Once you had drank enough water to feel better, you went back to look at your menu 

“Baby are you okay? You just practically chugged your water” Lando asked quietly turning to you 

You nodded “Yeah, I'm good, I just didn’t realize how thirsty I was” you lied offering him a smile, he seemed to believe you and went back to the menu, Lily however offered you a strange look, having overheard your words and not fully believing you but deciding not to push. 

You could still feel that slight squeeze in your stomach and was apprehensive to order a large meal so you went for a simple soup, figuring it was the safest option. 

When everyone’s food arrived, you caught a whiff of the food around you and suddenly that squeeze in your stomach was becoming too much to handle. You didn’t want to bring attention to yourself but if you didn’t go to the washroom now, you weren’t sure what would happen so you turned to Lily.

“Lils I need your help” you whispered to the girl who had just taken a bite of her food 

“Is everything okay? You look pale” she asked concerned 

“I’m gonna throw up and desperately need to get away from the table” you explained trying to stuff the nausea down until you were somewhere else 

“Say no more” the girl said then turned to Oscar letting him know she was using the washroom, he smiled and moved out of the booth, luckily he was on the end 

“Y/N will you come with?” She asked, acting like the washroom was her idea and just wanted a friend to accompany her 

Your name sparked Lando’s interest and turned to face you 

“Babe I’ll be back im just gonna go to the washroom with Lily” you told him quickly before getting out of the booth, offering Oscar a small smile to say sorry for interrupting his meal 

Then you and Lily made your way to the washroom, as much as you would’ve preferred to run there, you didn’t want to seem weird so you casually bit your lip and hoped you could get there in time. 

“Girls are so strange in always wanting someone with them to go to the washroom” Lando said to Oscar eating his food 

Oscar just shrugged “I’m used to it at this point” he replied to his friend and teammate before both drivers went back to their previous conversation with the others around them. 

Meanwhile in the washroom, you were in a stall on your knees with your head over the toilet. Luckily Lily was there to hold back your hair and rub your back. 

“Are you okay? Did you eat something you shouldn’t have?” She asked after you were done and had stood up, using some tissues to wipe your mouth 

“I didn’t have anything weird to eat, just some fruit and a small salad” you told her as you fixed your hair and did your best to get the taste of vomit out of your mouth. Remembering you had gum in your purse and silently saying a prayer to your past self for putting it there. 

“That’s strange” she said even though you could sense there was more the girl wanted to say but held back 

“I don’t know how I'm gonna get through dinner. The smell of everything is what triggered this” you told her turning to her 

“Maybe just tell Lando you aren’t feeling the greatest and are gonna walk back to the Villa” she suggested 

“He wont let me go alone, he’ll want to join me and I don’t want to take him away from everyone” you explained 

“I’ll go back with you. I’ll just tell Oscar to bring my food home in a to go box” she offered 

“Are you sure Lils?” You asked the girl, feeling bad

“That’s what friends are for” she smiled

“Okay, let’s go then” you told her 

-

When you made your way back to the table, Lando looked at you, you could see there was some concern behind his eyes probably because of how long you had been in the washroom 

You slid in the booth to tell him you and Lily were gonna head back 

“I’m just not feeling super great and don’t want to take you away from everyone so Lily’s gonna walk back with me” you explained to him 

“Are you okay? What are you feeling? I’ll walk back with you, I don’t mind” he told you the concern only worsening 

“Babe I'm fine, really, I'm sure a good nights rest is all I need and then tomorrow I’ll be good” you reassured him, offering him a small smile 

“Okay but text me if you need anything or want me to come back” he told you which you nodded and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before getting out of the booth and walking to the exit with Lily. 

“Where’s Lily and Y/N going?” Charles asked 

“Y/N’s not feeling the great so they’re going back to the villa” Lando answered him 

Charles nodded then went back to talking to his girlfriend, Alexandra.

Lando shared a look with Oscar as both of their girlfriends had left them 

“Did Lily say anything?” Lando asked Oscar as they moved closer now that there was some space between them 

“No, just that she was going back with Y/N” he told him. He could see Lando was worried “I’m sure she’ll be fine and Lily will text if anything happens” Oscar did his best to reassure the Brit. Lando just nodded and silently went back to his food. 

-

24 Hours Before Finding Out

The next day, you had woken up and luckily you didn’t feel any feelings of nausea, hopefully that was an indicator that today was going to be different from yesterday and you could enjoy your trip. 

You got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen, you had a strange craving for orange juice which wasn’t normally your go to breakfast drink but you weren’t mad about it, seeing as the orange juice in the fridge was freshly squeezed. 

You smiled when you poured yourself a tall glass and went to sit on the patio furniture outside enjoying the beautiful view.

You pulled your phone out, scrolling through TikTok. You tried to avoid TikTok because most of the time you’d see videos of your boyfriend or any sort of f1 content but today you gave it a chance. 

So far it was going great until you saw a video of this creator explaining their battle with cancer and how they were finally in remission. You felt the tears gathering in your eyes but figured it was just your hormones and you being a sensitive person. 

Then you moved from TikTok to Instagram and saw a post about puppy adoptions and suddenly you couldn’t hold the tears back and that’s how Lando found you, crying over your phone 

“Babe what’s wrong?” He asked instantly pulling the chair next to you, rubbing your back 

“These puppies, they’re all up for adoption” you told him, showing him the rescue centre’s instagram highlighting all the dogs they had up for adoption. 

Lando found you the cutest for crying over dogs “Why are you crying though?” he asked still rubbing your back 

You shrugged, wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve “I don’t know, they just all look so cute and I want them to find their forever homes” you tried to explain why you were crying, even if you didn’t fully understand why. 

“You’re adorable” he smiled at you “How about when we get back, we can try and organize an adoption event with the centre, I’m sure the attention from an f1 driver should help” he suggested.

He would do anything to see you smile even if that meant having to talk with his PR manager about organizing a puppy adoption event sponsored by McLaren. 

The idea brought a smile to your face and you sniffled “Thats really sweet of you Lan” you told him 

“We’ll get all those dogs adopted” you leaned over giving your boyfriend a hug. The tears had subsided which Lando was grateful for, he hated seeing you cry. 

He hugged you back, kissing the top of your head “Anything for you sweets” he reassured you. 

-

After your moment, you and Lando joined the rest of your friends inside. You all enjoyed a nice breakfast together, then once the dishes were dealt with, you all went your own ways, everyone wanting to do something different. 

You and Lando planned to go take some pictures around the area. That was one of the things that drew you two to each other, both having a passion for photography. 

On your first date, you spent so much time sharing pictures and the stories that went with them so when you started dating, it became something you did together, whenever you could. 

You were walking up to your room when Kika called your name. You turned looking in the direction of where your name had come, seeing Kika sticking her head out of her and Pierre’s room.

“Whats up? Is everything okay?” you asked as you approached their room. 

“Yeah, I just was wondering if you had a tampon or a pad, I got my period and just realized I didn’t bring anything” she chuckled 

“Oh yeah, I have tampons in my room. I’ll bring you a few to get you through until you can go to a local store” you told the girl, she smiled at you “Thank you, youre an angel” 

You just smiled and then turned walking to your room, going straight to the washroom, to look through your toiletries bag. As you looked at the mini travel sized bag you brought filled with tampons, it hit you, you had never gotten your period. 

You were supposed to get it right before the trip and the last few days of your period should’ve been the first couple days you were away but as you got ready for vacation, you still hadn’t gotten it which was why you brought a weeks worth figuring you’d end up getting it on the trip but you still hadn’t gotten it and that sparked a fear within you. 

You quickly grabbed a few for Kika and closed the bag. As you turned to leave the washroom, you bumped into Lando “Oh sorry babe” you told him, you must’ve seemed frazzled judging by the expression Lando offered you 

“Are you okay?” he asked “Oh yeah, just need to give something to Kika” you told him hiding the tampons behind your back.

Obviously Lando knew what a period was, having a mother, 2 sisters and a girlfriend, he was used to it and had they been for you, you wouldn’t have cared but you didn’t want to make Kika uncomfortable so you with held those details from him. 

“Oh okay..well I’m ready to go whenever you want to go take some photos” he told you, offering you his typical Lando smile. You smiled, leaning up to kiss his lips “I can be ready in a few minutes” you told him once you pulled away. 

Then moved around him, being sure he couldn’t see what was behind your back before leaving the room, walking to Kika’s. You knocked on the door, she answered almost immediately  “You’re my lifesaver. I owe you” she told you once you handed her the tampons. 

“Really glad you said that, I need you to get me something from the store whenever you go” you told her biting your bottom lip, something you did when you were nervous 

“What’s up?” she asked 

“Can you get me a couple pregnancy tests” you whispered, not wanting anyone to hear. Kika’s eyes grew in size “Woah, really?” she confirmed, you just nodded, not saying anything. 

“Yeah of course. Want me to leave them in your suitcase while you’re out?” she offered 

“That’d be great. Thank you” you told her 

“Do you really think you’re” she started before gesturing to your stomach instead of saying the word 

“Honestly I’m not too sure, it didn’t cross my mind until moments ago when I realized I missed my period” you explained, she nodded along 

“Well you aren’t alone regardless of the results. We’re all here for you” she reassured you, you smiled at her words. 

“Thanks Kika, I appreciate that” you told her “Anyways I should go and get ready, Lan and I are going to take some photos around the area, I’ll see you later” you told her offering her a goodbye before walking back to yours and Lando’s room. 

You quickly changed into something clean, washed your face, tied your hair into a high ponytail and then slipped on your converse to go meet Lando downstairs. 

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You and Lando ended up having an awesome time. You walked around and took plenty of photos. Yours were of the area, some of the locals, some of Lando, a good variety meanwhile Lando’s were mostly of you. 

He called you his muse the first time you asked him why he took so many pictures of you but by now you had grown used to it and didn’t question it. 

In the midst of walking around, you had grabbed a quick bite to eat at a cute cafe. You went with a fruit parfait and water, figuring it was the safest option not wanting to risk being sick. 

After being out for a couple hours, you eventually made your way back to the villa. When you got back, you got a text from Kika after passing her in the kitchen. 

Kika: ‘They’re in your suitcase, under a pile of bathing suits’ 

You quickly texted her back 

Y/N: ‘Thank you. Now I owe you’ 

Kika: ‘If you end up having a girl, name her Francisca 😌’

You laughed, not answering her but rather hearting the message then going to find the tests. 

When you walked into your room, you heard Lando in the washroom, so you checked your suitcase to double check where they were and then once you had confirmation, covered them back up. 

You had plans with everyone to go out tonight so you wouldn’t be able to test until tomorrow. You weren’t sure how you were gonna avoid drinking tonight. 

It’s not as if you were a heavy drinker, you just enjoyed doing shots while you were out and you could handle your alcohol well so nights out never phased you. 

Tonight however to be cautious incase you were pregnant you had to avoid alcohol. 

You sighed, so far this trip you had spent more time stressed out then relaxed and you weren’t sure how much more you could handle before you exploded from the uncertainty. 

You heard Lando finishing in the washroom so you quickly grabbed an outfit from your suitcase before shutting it. 

“I thought you were gonna join me in the shower” Lando said when he walked out, his curls wet from the water

“Sorry my love, I took too long trying to figure out what to wear” you lied, offering him a soft smile 

“It’s okay, I can think of a couple ways you can make it up to me” he winked at you, you blushed. 

“Your cheeky” you told him smiling as he laughed at your comment. 

You quickly got yourself ready and then you made your way downstairs with Lando to meet everyone else. Once everyone was ready to go, you made your way to the local club. 

On the way, Kika linked her arm with yours and walked a bit up from the boys. 

“Did you test?” She asked in a low tone, you subtly shook your head 

“I need your help tonight avoiding alcohol” you replied keeping your voice low 

She nodded “Don’t worry, we’ll get you a mocktail at the bar and you can either sip on it through the evening or keep going back for the same one. Then with shots, we’ll tell the bartender to give you water” she explained still keeping her voice low, you offered her a small smile 

“I don’t know what I would do if you weren’t here. You and Lily have both been the best” you exclaimed, Kika just smiled and gave you a side hug 

“That’s what friends do” she told you.

-

Once you got to the club, Kika went to get your drinks and made sure to tell the bartender the plan. The bartender was a female and without even having to explain why, somehow she understood and told Kika to always give you the shot with a rounder base. 

So far everything had been going smoothly and once people became more intoxicated, it was easier to let loose and not keep up the show as much as you had been. 

Surprisingly you were having a great time sober, just getting to dance with everyone and enjoy being with your friends, this was exactly what you needed and it took your mind off what you had to do tomorrow. 

Currently you were dancing with Lando, his hands were on your waist and you could smell the alcohol on his breath. It didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. 

“Babyyyyy” he said into your ear due to the loud music 

“Yes Lan?” You asked laughing at your boyfriends behaviour 

“I love youuu” he told you stretching out the you. You smiled at him 

“I know. I love you too” you told him running a hand through his curls, he closed his eyes enjoying the feeling 

“Can we go back to our place, I just want to be alone with you” he told you, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face in your neck, breathing in your perfume.

“What about our friends?” You asked him, even though you knew they’d be fine and you wouldn’t mind alone time with Lando

“They’ll be fine” he said as he started kissing your neck, you shuddered a bit at the sensation. 

“Don’t start doing that here or we won’t be able to stop” you told him even though you didn’t want him to stop 

“I don’t want to stop” he said pulling his lips away to answer you before leaning down and kissing you. 

You felt yourself getting weaker in the knees. This was the effect Lando had on you. 

“Okay fine, let’s leave then” you said in between breaths, he smiled and then grabbed your hand, intertwining his with yours and carefully made his way to the door. 

“Where are you going?” Kika asked as you passed her and Pierre 

“Back to the Villa. See you later, stay safe” you told her quickly offering a wave over your shoulder 

She chuckled “Children having a child” she muttered under her breath 

“What did you just say?” Pierre asked his girlfriend 

Kika didn’t think he had heard with the music “Nothing” she quickly said 

“No I swear you said” he started but she stopped him before he could finish. 

“Pierre just drop it for now. Please” she asked. The look they shared said enough. He nodded and then they went back to dancing. 

She hoped he wouldn’t say anything further on the topic, her boyfriend had a tendency to spread gossip even if it wasn’t always intentional but hopefully this time, he’d keep it to himself. 

Back at the Villa, you and Lando were having a great time and took advantage of the empty house, getting to be loud as you pleased. If you weren’t already pregnant, there’s a good possibility after tonight, you might’ve been. 

-

Moments Before Finding Out

The next morning, you woke up wrapped in the duvet and Lando. You smiled at how peaceful he looked. Then you remembered what you had to do and suddenly you felt the nerves creep back up on you. 

You sighed and carefully got out of bed, being sure not to wake Lando. Thankfully he was a heavy sleeper when he had been drinking. 

You crept over to your suitcase, finding the pregnancy tests and taking them to the washroom. You had googled that testing in the morning was the best time so that’s what you were doing. 

You locked the door and then opened the first box. Taking the test and sitting on the toilet. You quickly peed on the stick and then placed it back on the counter, on top of a piece of toilet paper. You finished up and then pulled your sleep shorts back up and set the timer on your phone. Sitting on the edge of the toilet. 

You closed your eyes trying your best to keep your breathing steady. Everything would be fine. Lando loved you and even if this was unexpected, he wouldn’t leave you, at least you didn’t think he would, he wasn’t like that. You did some more deep breaths until your timer went off and you quickly silenced it not wanting to wake up Lando. 

You shakily stood up from the toilet and with your shaking hands, reached for the test and that’s when you saw, the two lines looking up at you, indicating you were pregnant.

-

After Finding Out

After the first positive, you had to do the other 3 tests to be sure and of course those all came back positive. You put them back in one of the boxes and just stood there in shock. 

You were pregnant. You were going to be a mom and Lando was going to be a dad. You wanted to cry but you also knew once you started you wouldn’t be able to stop. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed in the washroom until you heard Lando call your name, you knew you had to tell him now or else you’d drive yourself mad keeping it in. 

You opened the door and made your way back to the bed. Seeing Lando sitting up rubbing his eyes, he must’ve just woken up.

“Lan, I need to tell you something” you told him biting your lip due to your nerves. He looked confused 

“Is everything okay? Did something happen?” He asked as you made your way to sit next to him. You sat with your feet tucked under you 

You reached for his hand “Nothing happened” you reassured him then took a deep breath before continuing

“I’m pregnant” you told him trying to keep your voice steady and calm not wanting to show your nerves, already knowing Lando would have plenty of his own. 

“Sorry but I think I heard you incorrectly; did you say pregnant?” He asked rubbing his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

You nodded your head, not sure what was going through his mind at the moment. You sat in silence for what felt like a lifetime, the longer the more nervous you got. 

Lan was never speechless and this scared you “Lan please say something” you said, feeling yourself wanting to cry even more now 

He must’ve sensed you were on the verge of tears “Baby I'm sorry, come here” he said opening his arms which you gladly accepted and buried your head in his chest, the tears finally leaving. 

“It’s unexpected but it’ll be okay. We’ll figure it out together” he said rubbing your back “I love you and there’s no one else I’d want to have children with, I just thought it’d be a bit further down the road but this is okay. Baby’s are a good thing regardless of when they come” he told you. 

You pulled away, wiping your eyes “So you aren’t gonna leave?” You asked as you hiccuped 

“Not a chance. You’re stuck with me for life now” he told you smiling. You returned the smile finally feeling better. 

You and Lando spent the rest of the morning cuddled up, talking about your baby, what you thought they’d look like, how they’d act, if they were a boy or a girl. 

At some point you must’ve started to drift off cause you found yourself cuddled up next to Lando as he played with your hair, subconsciously your hand found its place on your stomach and Lando kissed your head. 

He loved you and would do anything for you and now that meant your baby as well. The two of you were his world and he planned on spending the rest of his life making sure you both knew how much he loved you both. 

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bartender(is that how you call it??) sub!hanni x soft dom! ceo gp reader🥺👉🏻👈🏻 it's been in my head for too long and i can't think of a plot 😔 i hope you do it tho

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i had an idea in mind but it ended up being something else... i changed the dynamics a bit 💔

cw: riding.

going to a bar to drown your sorrows because being a CEO was a tough job and work had been shitty lately; conferences with other companies and CEOs that only gave you headaches because they were simple and empty proposals led by arrogant bosses who felt they were the center of the world, having to be patient and fake a smile with a secretary who seemed to have laziness as the predominant emotion in her body because she always did her work with little enthusiasm and somewhat incompletely, and dealing with employees who increasingly failed to meet the job requirements

like any other day where you feel this way you would do the usual thing of just going home after a long day of work and drinking on your couch means that your mind is so clouded that you don't understand a single word that the people on television are saying, buuut you needed a change of routine so much that you didn’tmind going to a local bar in the city center

bad luck for you that it just happens to be a friday night, meaning teenagers or young adults going out to parties or something simpler like hanging out with their friends, whatever the option, the place was plagued by young people who were too loud and were gradually irritating you

until a voice pulls you out of your thoughts! a pretty young girl with hair tied in a messy bun and thin-framed glasses resting on her nose. she just smiled at you and tilted her head, wiping a damp cloth over the bar and cleaning the remains of drops of alcohol that fell when preparing the previous drinks

“rough night i guess?” oh yeah! you can’t tell if she is making fun of you given the small smile tugging at her lips, but your tone was being quite honest, so you just had to cross your fingers

“you can say it…” and your usual serious and strict CEO demeanor had completely vanished, being replaced by… vulnerability? honestly, you didn’t know what caused your change of attitude. maybe it was because being able to vent to someone was something you'd been looking for for months, but you never succeeded because your family always reminded you that you were an adult and that you shouldn’t act like a baby with “basic” work-related problems, or something like your friends always minimizing your problems and making jokes about how the “rich girl” expected mommy and daddy to solve everything for her…

you end up venting to hanni?? you don’t know if she is really interested in listening to you or if she simply doesn’thave other clients to serve because her other coworkers are taking care of it while she deals with your drunk ass… whatever the option, you’re thankful that she is a good listener! she was even being a good advisor, not understanding much about the scope of working in an office and having a position as high as that of a CEO, but anyway, she was there for you

until there comes a point where your system clearly can’t tolerate any more alcohol and you’re practically lying in the chair, looking so messed up that at any moment your body will fall off the chair straight to the floor 😭 hanni helps you go to your car and get in; partly because she is a little embarrassed by your messy state and how you even struggled to tell her which of all the cars in the parking lot was yours, and also because her coworker minji told her to take care of your drunk ass before she kicks you out of the place herself because she didn’t want you to throw up in the bathroom right after she cleaned all the stalls!

…would you believe me if i told you that you don’t remember exactly how you went from hanni helping you out of the bar to her riding your cock in the backseat of your car? i mean–! it’s not your fault that alcohol impairs your memory because it’s a central nervous system depressant that slows down brain activity! giving you blackouts, which are gaps in your memory of events that occurred while you were intoxicated, and boy were you drunk! aol you remembered at this point was leaving work, blinking, and suddenly getting so drunk and BOOM a cute girl was riding you…

awww and your head is spinning so much that you can barely lay your head against the headrest of the seat and keep it there without feeling like it’s weighing you down 😭 luckily hanni notices this and comes to the rescue! bringing her hands to your head, holding your face between her palms and running a hand through your hair to brush the loose strands away from your face 🥺 you were looking at her from below with eyes squinted from tiredness and clouded by alcohol, giving hanni a needy look as she rode you in a way that took you out of your boss bitch role and made you whimper for her

you barely mustering up enough strength to try and make a move, pushing yourself off your seat and leaning forward a little to try and kiss her, only for her to place one of her hands over your mouth and push you back against the seats again, saying “owww nooo you have alcohol on your breath.” 💔 but when she sees that you want to complain about her words, she silences you by giving you a sweet kiss on the cheek, adding "fifteen more minutes and my shift will be over. then you will take me home with you, right?” and never before have you nodded with that enthusiasm!

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Being Van’s twenty-something employee & having a crush on her (ofc) so you flirt with her constantly, but she thinks you’re just teasing because she’s so much older than you and thinks you’d never *actually* be interested in her. She feels so guilty about wanting you, but she can’t help it. She’s having a mini-crisis every time the two of you are alone in the store together; she can’t stop picturing you underneath her, imagining all the things she could do to you. It doesn’t help that you’re constantly brushing up against her unnecessarily while you restock the shelves, bending over where you know she can check out your ass, complimenting her on everything you can think of, putting the filthiest movies you can find on the store TV on slow days so she has no choice but to listen to the sex scenes while she does inventory with you. One day you leave your sweater behind at work and she locks herself in the back room with it, burying her face in it and inhaling your smell as she shoves her hand into her pants and gets herself off to the thought of you on your knees for her. She can barely make eye contact with you the next day as she watches you pick up the forgotten sweater and pull it on, pretending you don’t notice how wrinkled it’s gotten overnight. Van is convinced she’s a depraved perv, meanwhile you’re just waiting for the day her restraint snaps and she shoves you up against a shelf.

van who had to mentor you the first few days because you were taking care of her babies.... van watching over you like a hawk while you clean the vcr's and cd players 😭 tbh she didn't need that much help in the store. she's managed being alone for years, and maybe that's why you coming into her life has her so.... head over heels so quickly. she's praising you while watching you be a cashier on your first day, imagining how you'd moan if she praised you in bed. tbh, you're thinking the exact same thing. but she thinks she's a dirty little pervert for thinking so, and quickly erases the thought from her mind.

your flirting doesn't help at all.

she always just laughs awkwardly at your comments and ngl.... love the idea of autistic!van who can never tell if you're being serious or not. always overthinking it.. thinking about it while she's in bed and perhaps touching herself, but always telling herself that you'd never be interested in such an older lady. and then there's the fact that she's guilty about wanting you. she never even planned on having anyone work at the store besides her until she croaked. but then you came in and asked if she was hiring because you thought this place was cool, and suddenly she's folding and agreeing to an interview. she couldn't say no. and she can never look away when you bend down in front of her, can never stop staring when you have your arms out, can never stop her mind from slipping to you when she's using her vibrator...

something something reader putting on a friday the 13th movie (idk, just the first thing that popped in my mind..) and joking to van about testing out the 'sex equals death' trope. she's so red-faced (already from hearing the sex scenes prior and thinking of you) and splutters some awkward response about how wiskayok is too boring for serial killers.

van who intentionally doesn't call out to you when she notices you leave ur sweater :) she notices it literally as you walk past her to leave, but she keeps her mouth shut like a pervert, already thinking of what she could do with it. mumbling out a "goodnight" as you leave--watching you leave-- and then taking the sweater to the backroom. she rubs it along her face and lets out a shaky moan at your smell, already growing wet just from that. van putting her arm into the sweater's arm hole and using that hand to jerk herself off :) gagging herself with the other sleeve as she whines out your name and teases her clit, imagining you walking in and calling her a dirty pervert... 😵‍💫

van who just smiles at you when you pick up your sweater the next day, muttering something about ur such an idiot for leaving it here. (you also intentionally left it :) ) she has to clutch the counter as you put it on because she's so turned on. she nearly passes out when you mention how it smells like her now, and she explains that she kept it in her backroom so nobody would steal it.

van who packs all day every day and reader who has to help her with reshelving some things.... her bulge is so obvious in her jeans and you're just turning into a straphungry thing. you can barely even think straight as you work. maybe she was the one on her knees at first, handing you the DVDs and whatnot as you reshelf them. but then you complain about ur back hurting, and she generously offers to switch :) worst and maybe best idea ever. she regrets it the second she looks down at you to take whatever DVD you give her, her mind immediately going to you sucking her dick in the store. maybe that's when she snaps :))) van who gets so desperate that she unbuckles her jeans and takes her strap out, begging for you to suck her. you already have your mouth open the second she fumbles with her belt because she's shaking so hard 😭 van who tells you how long she's been wanting this as you choke on her strap, van who tells you how she secretly loves how young you are, van who gets to fuck you nice and deep and for hours because she needs to.

[cookstorys]

Vinnie trying and failing to flirt with reader while they both stream readers just really oblivious to romance unless he's told straight up the other person wants to date him, anyway vinnie tries and fails to flirt while the chat is just laughing at how reader is picking none of this up.

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𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲

“What’s up, my people.” You waved at the camera in front of you. You watch as the chat is filled with ‘hello’s and ‘hi’s. “Ok so since I just hit 2 million followers across all platforms, which is a crazy thing to say. I posted a poll on my story about what you guys would like to see and the majority voted for a collab. So can I get a drumroll in the chat please.” Everyone watching started to spam the drum emoji. “Give a wholehearted welcome to the Vinnie Hacker.” The chat goes crazy with a mixture of total shock and insane comments about how Vinnie is so lucky. You stood from your seat and met Vinnie with a hug.

“You look stunning [Name]. Thank you for having me.” He spoke arms wrapped around your waist. “Anytime Vinnie and I can say the same for you.” You smiled as Vinnie pulled a chair to sit in. “Ok, that was the surprise, everyone. It’s late in LA right now so expect a bunch of content on Instagram and YouTube tomorrow. In the meantime, I’m going to be putting Vinnie in the hot seat.” Vinnie dramatically wiped his forehead “Should I be nervous?” You smirked mischievously

“First question, what’s your ideal first date?” Vinnie took a moment to think it over. “I’ll probably have to say doing a stream with someone I’m currently collabing with.” Vinnie smiled at you expecting some type of nervous response but instead, you just laughed. “That’s exactly what we’re doing, what are the chances?” Vinnie started at you blankly. Were you serious? You held no sign of joking. Vinnie tried not to stress that much, he enjoyed a good chase.

“Which would you Kiss, Marry, Kill? Larray, Jack, or Quenlin?” Vinnie laughed “Damn the big three? You’re not on this list right?” You shock your head no. “I’ll have to say pass on all of them. I’ll save my kiss and the ring for you.” Vinnie smirked. “Aww that’s the sweetest thank you so much. Next question.” That’s it? Vinnie couldn’t have been more straightforward with the male. He looked over to the monitor, and the chat was going crazy.

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@/randomhoe : am I trippin or is Vinnie tryna flirt

@/[Name]edits : smth smell fruity and it ain’t my steak

@/Theylovejazzy : oh he WANTS THAT BADDD

@/user27 : who’s gonna tell him?

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At least Vinnie’s not going crazy. “You’re someone who enjoys getting and having tattoos, if you had to pick your favorite tattoo which would it be?” This was his chance, Vinnie knew exactly how to win you over. “Well, my favorite is this spider I got in the middle of my chest. It’s just a hella cool tattoo, let me show you.” Vinnie swiftly pulls his shirt over his head showing you and the streak the tattoo. “Wow that’s so freaking cool, do you have any more?” You asked genuinely interested. “Well yeah but I have some a little lower, I’ll have to sh-“ You gasp. “I just remembered you’re going to have to put your shirt back on, I don’t want to get banned.” Vinnie embarrassingly nodded and slipped his shirt back on.

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@/datonegayho : SOMEONE PLS REVIVE ME

@/peaceonly : that was so hot, how is he not catching on 😭

@/its_urmom : I’ll fold immediately

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“Well, I think that’s it with my questions if you have any for me?” Vinnie nodded but couldn’t speak, what could he say? He tried everything in his playbook so fuck it. “Yeah um, I was wondering if you’d want to go out?” You quickly nodded “Of course, I can plan something. We can invite some of our friends too.” You smiled and Vinnie just sighed. If only he knew how hard it would’ve been to get a date. “I was kinda thinking it’ll just be me and you, like a date.” You gulped loudly. Your stomach dropped and all you could feel was butterflies. “I-I’ll love-v-e to.” You nervously accepted. Refusing to make eye contact, you turn back to the stream.

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@/vinniehackerlover : fucking finally 🧍🏻‍♀️

@/stinkybear : AHHHHH MY SHIPP

@/gimmiecash : new power couple incoming.

@/user1946 : and they’re both fine wtf 😭

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[justasecretflower]

🥀Hello, I saw you’re eyeless Jack Dating before he was sacrificed. If you wouldn’t mind could you do Toby Rogers- before He went coo coo for cocoa puffs and Slenderman basically stole him. 😭😂 Please and thank you hope you have a good day. 🤍

I LOVE THIS REQUEST SM🤍

🥀- Dating Ticci Toby! Before he became a proxy!

~fluff, set before the accident:)

I won’t be able to post everyday, sadly. Since I’m starting school I’m also gonna start cooking club, national honour society then tennis:(. But please keep requesting I will not stop posting completely:).

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- you noticed Toby’s golden heart at first, how much he got bullied, everything in his life, yet he remained to have a soft expression.

- At first, he thought you were pranking him when you gave him the note, your cheeks flush. But when he looked at the note and thought it was a prank he didn’t miss the hurt on your face.

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Toby’s dark hazel eyes scan the note, some tics jerking his neck and making him restart reading the note. Thinking it’s some sick joke, as if anyone like you would like anyone like him, his eyes narrow and he practically spits at you. “L- Let me guess. T-this was a sick joke w-wasn’t it?” He says seriously, his tics making him stutter a bit but his tone remained hurt, aggravated, and angry, all of the bullying he received callousing his heart and making him firmly believe that no one would even spare him a second glance. Your eyes fill with hurt and your stomach plunges from rejection, a little embarrassed and let down your voice shakes. “No it’s not. I really like you.” Toby softened a bit at your tone but then hardened again “you don’t know me.” You were fed up. Can’t he see you actually like him for him? “But I want to.” Toby’s mouth shuts and he shoves his hands in his pockets of his black hoodie and nods. “I’ll have my sister pick you up so we can go to the movies or something Friday..” he says reluctantly, still a little convinced that you wouldn’t ever like him.

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- his sister, Lyra, was absolutely glowing when you entered the car, sticking her hand out almost immediately and smiling widely, no one had taken her brother out before, not even giving him respect. So she was over the moon.

- you talked with Lyra a bit, and then turned your attention towards Toby, who was looking at you with softest, most affectionate filled earthy green eyes ever. Sparkling gently. It was like he lit up when he finally realised you were serious, not only serious but getting along with his sister.

- during the movie, you tried very very slowly to grab his hand. He immediately tensed and gasped a tiny bit. But only 20 minutes later he reached out, first with his pinky and then his whole, shaky, scarred hand.

- when you intertwined your fingers, Toby was convinced he never felt more happy, he didn’t even watch the rest of the movie, he was focused on you.

-how your features glowed in the dim light, how you smiled during a happy moment, or gently did your [enter your nervous fidget.] when a tense part came up.

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-when he’s tired of everything going on in his house he’ll bike ride or walk over to your house and taps on the window just to hold you.

- he’ll pull your waist in with his arms and bury his face in your shoulder. Gently kissing it sweetly mumbling “my y/n”

-genuinely wants to cry of happy tears whenever you defend him from bullies.

- finger tip kisses.

-while you two are sitting across from each other in somewhere public, or holding each other in the quiet night, he lifts your intertwined hands, frees your hand and gently kisses your fingertips.

-he can’t really buy you any gifts but he certainly makes you tiny doodles on sticky notes to put in your locker or room.

- his eyes got misty when you first told him you loved him.

-you got him a gold heart locket with your picture in it and yourself one with his picture. He never takes it off and kisses it whenever he misses you.

-late night talks on the rooftop, stargazing, after he ran to your house again in the middle of the night.

-You’re his angel; his light, the love of his life. He can’t stop the thoughts of running away with you whenever he looks at your pretty smile or hears your heavenly laugh.

- “My sweet y/n” “my y/n” “Angel”

-your first kiss is when you two were stargazing, the sweetest, most affectionate kiss ever. Putting your foreheads together first, lacing your fingers, then finally meeting for a soft kiss.

-he runs to you if he sees you in the hallways.

-so, in theory…Toby..💪

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Thanks for reading! I love all of your requests btw🤍.

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