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mrsparrasblog · 6 months ago

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Bridgerton x COD crossover

I had so much fun writing this, and TW there will be historical inacurence.

"So what makes you stand out, Miss Lacington?" he asked while he spun the red-haired woman around. She was indeed beautiful, but her dress made her look like a runaway circus animal. However, proper dress code was something he could teach a lady. He knew he couldn’t be too picky; he was a stained viscount, tarnished by the war he had seen and attended. Yet, he didn't regret a second of his life. Being a captain was more important to him than being Viscount Price, but now that his mama was sick, he knew he needed to find a proper lady to grant her the last wish of seeing him married. Perhaps she hoped for a marriage of love, but he already knew that wasn’t for him. Love is for fools. He would marry a woman who could provide him with an heir and fulfill the duty of being Viscountess Price without getting involved in any of Lady Whistledown's scandals.

"I'm skilled at stitching and the pianoforte," she replied. Another one of them, he sighed before walking away, seeking someone more exciting. He saw Miss Winston; at least she had better looks, looks worthy of a viscountess.

"So, Miss Winston, what do you think of children?"

"They’re cute to look at," the young woman smiled, and her eager mama smiled even more.

"Children are not cute to watch; they are to care for, Miss."

"But that’s what maids are for?"

That was enough for him. If it weren’t for his mother, he would have stormed out immediately, but he allowed himself the luxury of hiding on the sidelines. "How is it possible that one cannot find a fitting lady in a room full of them?" he cursed under his breath, not realizing he was being watched until he heard a soft chuckle. When he turned around, he was in denial that you were even real. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not the ladies in Paris, Milan, or Edinburgh could compare to such a beautiful woman like you, dressed in the finest blue fabric, with curves that were to die for, so unlikely for a woman in England. You held your mouth shut, trying to hide your laughter at his outburst. Another man might have been offended, but he was intrigued. You were bold and beautiful—a dangerous combination. "What is so amusing, Miss?"

Instead of blushing or getting anxious, you just replied with a proper apology.

“No need to apologize, miss…?”

"Miss L/N, daughter of the Earl of Sussex," you replied confidently.

John’s eyebrow perked up at the mention of your father's title, but otherwise, he said nothing in reply, keeping his expression neutral. He was certainly not used to ladies with such confidence who held titles. “Miss L/N,” he repeated as if committing it to memory. “And what do you think of the suitors of the ton so far? Did you come to try your luck on the London marriage mart?”

"I made my debut last year, and indeed I seek a husband."

"Surely, you will be successful at such a task with your beauty; you are certainly not lacking in that area,” he complimented you genuinely. He knew he should leave already; you were unfitting for him. He tried hard not to seek someone like you, who had the chance of finding a devoted husband, someone who wasn’t scarred by war, too close to his cigars, and went to every brothel in London. Only Prince MacTavish was a bigger rake than him. You’d be better off with one of the Bridgerton brothers.

"Excuse me, my lord, may I speak freely?"

John’s eyebrow raised again, this time with mild concern. It was quite rare to be asked for permission to speak by someone in the ton. But he granted your request, intrigued by what you had to say. “Of course, you may speak freely, Miss L/N.”

“If a suitor only seeks me out for my looks, he isn’t a proper candidate for a husband,” this was singlehandedly the smartest thing he had ever heard from a lady of the ton.

John's expression shifted from one of concern to mild, amused confusion at your response, surprised that you said something he actually had to agree with. You were not wrong, after all. Any man would be a fool not to be drawn to your looks, but only a proper match would see past your beauty. He gave a short nod of agreement. “An astute observation, Miss L/N. Yes, only a proper suitor would see past the first impression and see you for everything you have to offer.” It was time to go, he thought, but he wasn’t able to move. He enjoyed an intelligent conversation. Of course, he had them at the club with Garrick, Riley, and MacTavish, but this was different.

"And you, Mister Price, why do the London debutantes not appeal to you?" He was good-looking, a bit too old perhaps, but not older than 32, which was still younger than some of the men who tried to court you. He could clearly have anyone here, maybe even the diamond of the season. Why was he complaining and even listening to your nonsense?

“I suppose...I am looking for a rather specific type in the woman I plan to have as my viscountess. She must be intelligent, capable of holding a proper conversation, and also willing to provide me with heirs. I have little interest in the simpering debutantes who cannot do much more than curtsy, smile prettily, and fawn over me.”

A small chuckle escaped your lips as you heard the crotchety man. "Don’t forget, my lord, they can also wave fans."

"Ah, how could I forget? How important would the ton be without fans," he commented with a sarcastic tone, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "However will I remember all of the intricate signals they flutter in my direction? Will this catch my attention?"

"That's a question you need to ask yourself, Mister Price."

"Perhaps it is a question I have been pondering for some time," he remarked with a shrug before tilting his head and observing you for a second. "And what of you, Miss L/N? What type of suitor are you looking for in a husband? Surely you have a list prepared as well.” He could curse himself for asking, but maybe you would say an unfitting description, and he could move away in the direction of the eager mothers and their dense debutantes.

"I seek a suitor who isn’t shallow, who is kind and isn’t a rake, who can provide for me and our future kids, and if I may dream, someone I would fall in love with,” you answered truthfully, as you always did, a bit too openly for your mother's liking. But she couldn’t really complain about that when you had suitors waiting in line to court you. You promised your mother that you would marry after this season. If you didn’t find love, it would be a political marriage.

Your list mirrored his own almost perfectly, and yet the mention of falling in love with your match was something out of reach for him. "An admirable list, indeed. If only more young ladies in the ton were this grounded," he said with a hint of melancholy before giving you another compliment. "Miss L/N, you surprise me each time you open your mouth."

"Most suitors are negatively surprised when I open my mouth."

"Oh really now? I find that rather unfortunate. A woman of your intellect should be celebrated, not shunned. How many ladies can hold their own during a conversation or even converse on a topic that isn’t a dress? I have had more than my fair share of mindless conversations with the debutantes and their mothers. It is quite…dull."

"Well, maybe you need to improve your search, Mr. Price, when all the ladies on your dance card are this simple-minded." You couldn’t be more direct. Didn't he notice how you hoped he would ask you for a dance? You would gladly throw your dance card away for the prospect of courtship with him.

"But pray tell me, what would your recommendations be for me to improve my search, since you seem to be more clever than the entire room," he said mockingly towards you. He didn’t get the hint. Maybe he was the simple-minded man you thought.

"I wouldn’t call myself clever, Mr. Price. Please, just call me observant. You need to look for a woman who isn’t eager to talk to you with her mama, who isn't aware of your title." You didn’t care that he was a viscount; your father was an earl. That title alone made you able to marry most men in the ton, maybe not Prince MacTavish, despite his efforts for several seasons to find a woman to love.

"I commend your observational and quite sound advice, miss. I suppose I will have to go with a different approach than the one I have used previously," he commented, somewhat amused. "I'm sure my mother would be quite happy to have me take it in a different direction. How you have managed to surprise me twice in the same conversation baffles me."

"Maybe your conversations are mostly blunt."

Oh, you had a way too big mouth for a lady of the ton, but it was refreshing. He already looked for different debutantes who seemed less sophisticated than the previous ones. When he noticed Lord Riley approaching you to ask you for a dance, of course, you agreed like a proper lady would. He couldn't help but feel just a teensy bit jealous of the man he shared many war stories with. He wasn't often jealous, but there was something about how quickly you accepted the offer and seemed willing to flutter your eyelashes and smile at him. "Lord Riley is quite the lucky man," he muttered to himself.

"Found any interesting lassie?" That accent he recognized out of a million people. He bowed in front of the younger prince whom he had taught how to use the archer and ride a horse.

"No, indeed...there are no ladies this season that have caught my eye," he added before he glanced back across the room to where you were dancing with Lord Riley, a hint of a frown on his face.

"I saw your conversation with Miss L/N."

"I did have a rather stimulating conversation with her, indeed." He then tilted his head slightly. "You were watching us, your highness? How unlike you to be paying attention to something like that," he added with a hint of humor in his voice, having to admit the prince caught him somewhat off guard.

"She would make a stunning viscountess."

John knew better than to argue with the prince on the matter, especially at such a public event, so he instead chose to reply with a short nod of agreement to indicate he would entertain the suggestion, even if it was something he had no genuine interest in doing. As he did so, he could not bring himself to look back across the room where you were, having caught sight of the way you batted your lashes at Lord Riley and laughed at something he said.

As the ball finally came to an end, John's relief was immediate. He could finally depart from the room full of debutantes and eager mamas. He couldn't have been more keen to leave, but he did find himself pausing for a moment upon exiting the room—glancing back in hopes of catching another glimpse of the elusive Miss L/N. He couldn't help but find his gaze lingering on you for a moment as you stood chatting with the other girls, your gaze shifting between the ones speaking as you tried to look as though you were interested in their conversation. He found himself watching you for a moment before his head shook slightly, breaking the momentary trance. "Get a hold of yourself, Price," he muttered under his breath, his fingers fiddling with the cufflinks of his suit before he finally departed the room.

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pucksandpower · 2 years ago

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Max Verstappen x Miss Universe!Reader - Social Media AU

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maxverstappen1 y/n is the kindest, smartest, most beautiful, and most compassionate person i know. there is no one more deserving of being Miss Universe. i am so proud of you, schatje. the crown pales in comparison to the way you shine each and every day

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yourusername there is no greater gift than experiencing all of this with you by my side. love you forever

danielricciardo never a doubt from the second she got on the stage

yourusername thank you dany 💕

landonorris does that make you mister universe?

madmaxstan asking the real questions

f1fan8 i’m actually so obsessed with you guys

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yourusername tonight we learned that i’m the better driver in this relationship

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maxverstappen1 identity theft isn’t a joke

redbullracing where should we send the contract?

missuniverse if you’re taking our title holder does that mean we get to take your driver?

yourusername i’ll drive in barcelona and max can fill in for my photoshoot next weekend. he just has to learn how to walk in heels and we’re all set

yourfan5 what can’t y/n do??? a true queen

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f1wagupdates Reigning Miss Universe Y/N Y/L/N joined boyfriend Max Verstappen and sponsor TAG Heuer at the Monaco Grand Prix

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pageantgirl the fact that y/n was invited in her own capacity because Miss Universe is partnered with TAG Heuer … it’s fate

f1wagupdates and how proud they look of each other in every pic I’ve seen 🫠

orangearmygirl i remember them walking in together for max’s debut race. they’ve come so far 🥺

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yourusername there’s something about the monaco air

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maxverstappen1 my date planning abilities have improved

yourusername it’s true. 10/10, no notes

landonorris pretty sure that something is just called max living there

yourusername yeah that certainly helps

missuniverse absolutely gorgeous 👑

maxandy/nfan the way max makes y/n laugh. i want that one day

f1fan3 they singlehandedly made me believe in love. they’ve been together for years and still look at each other like they’re the only person in the world

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ttjisung · 1 month ago

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DEEP OCEAN

l. yangyang + fem. reader

in which liu yangyang has had a crush on y/n l/n since her group aespa debuted, and will stop at nothing to get noticed by her. cw: suggestive jokes and themes, swearing

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If there was one word to describe Liu Yangyang at the moment, it’d be overwhelmed. First of all, not once in his twenty four years of life has he dealt with such a difficult animal. Jaemin swore up and down that Luke was the tamer of his three cats, saying he was very shy but well behaved. Jaemin clearly lied because in the half hour that he had been under his care, Yangyang had already had around fifteen heart attacks.

Secondly, you said you would be arriving in ten minutes, which left him ten minutes to set up a litter box, scatter toys around to seem non-suspicious, clean his bedroom in case his dreams were to ever become real (they weren’t), and dress himself nicely. Obviously, he wouldn’t have enough time for all, so he decided on the two most relevant choices - the litter box and his outfit. Although you might wonder why there’s no cat toys, it’d be much more concerning to find out a cat owner is letting their pet piss everywhere, so he quickly pulled out the plastic box he got from a pet store on the way home, filling it with the accompanying litter.

Luke had been released from his carrier as soon as they both arrived home, and since then he had been wreaking havoc. From knocking down glasses to finding and stealing food, Yangyang was convinced this creature was a demon spawn. In fact, it almost made him wonder if you were insane for loving these animals so much, yet the thought was quickly discarded, knowing you were many things yet insane was not one of them. Instead, you were smart, gorgeous, talented-

Yangyang quickly snapped out of it, checking his clock and realizing three minutes had already passed. He sprinted to his room, changing out of his casual attire and putting on a shirt he bought at the same pet store. It read out ‘Proud Dad Cat’, and it was almost humorous to watch himself in the mirror as he knew he was far from a proud father of the white, fluffy animal. Pulling some baggy black pants on, he fixed his hair before jumping at the sound of the doorbell ringing, running to the entrance of his apartment.

As he opened the door, Yangyang was at a loss of words. Sure, he had seen you in person before from afar, including concerts and sometimes even encounters with your group from the company building hallway, yet this was the closest he had ever gotten, and if it was possible, you looked a million times better.

Your hair was put up lazily, natural makeup resting on your face as you stared up at him with hope shining in your eyes and a shy smile imprinted on your lips.

“Hi, I’m Y/n.” You were the first to break the silence, snapping Yangyang out of his thoughts once more as he shook his head erratically, staring back down at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face. “H-hi.” He wanted to shoot himself for stuttering. “I… I know… I’m ummm, a big fan. Yeah. I’m Yangyang.” The interaction was comically awkward as he stumbled out, offering you his hand to shake. He really wishes he hadn’t, because seeing you giggle lightly before accepting his significantly sweaty hand had him convulsing in his head.

You’re real. You’re real and you’re standing in front of me. You’re in front of me, and I’m holding your hand.

It was impossible to get a sentence out, so he just stared for much longer than is socially accepted, until you let go of his hand. “Umm.. Can I come inside?” He nodded, stepping aside and leading you into the living room.

“I’m… so happy you let me come. I was crying to Ning earlier because I haven’t seen a kitty in like, way too long.” If Yangyang pulled himself out of his trance for one second, he would notice that you were also nervous, voice shaking lightly as you attempted to make conversation.

Within your group, you were always known for being the shyest. Even your own fans had labeled you as such due to your inclusive nature at award shows and fan events. It was hard enough interacting with your peers, having to interact with millions of fans truly was a complication for you, and it showed as you awkwardly stood by the male’s couch, holding your hands together tightly in front of you as you looked at the floor. The scene was so endearing, and it took everything in Yangyang to not coo at you and squeeze your face like you were some sort of cute animal. Of course, he knew about your introverted personality, considering himself your biggest fan. He even went as far as to investigate what your MBTI was, seeing if it was compatible with his; it wasn’t, so he took the test again, slightly tweaking his answers until he’d get a personality type that would align with yours.

“I’ll go find him, you can sit down if you want.” Yangyang mentally patted himself on his back for getting the sentence out without stumbling over his words, appearing more confident than a minute before, yet this confidence faded as he struggled to find the cat. He cursed at Jaemin as he bent over in front of his bed, looking for the rebellious furry creature. After five minutes, he flinched as you knocked on the open door to his bedroom, where he desperately looked for Luke. “Hi.” You smiled, “Hi.” He smiled back, trying to ignore the fact that you caught him in an incredibly embarrassing position, so he sat back up.

“I can’t find him…” “Don’t worry. I know how kitties can get when someone new shows up in their most comfortable habitat.” Little did you know this wasn’t even Luke’s home, but Yangyang simply nodded at your words, agreeing. He’d agree with anything you said. His search continued, opening his closet, yet something distracted him, causing him to screech. You quickly looked over, concerned, and to Yangyang’s misfortune, he was too slow at closing his closet. Inside, you saw several posters of yourself lined up, each concept varying since your debut. Your mouth opened lightly in shock, and the male genuinely felt like shooting himself this time.

“I… I can explain, umm… Like I said… I… I’m a fan.” Although he was convinced you’d find him creepy and leave, your shock was due to the fact that the concept he owned the most posters of was your favorite. It was your solo, and although you were upset with SM for not allowing you to release your carefully crafted meowing audio, you still were really proud of the song you put out.

Yangyang covered his face with his hands, embarrassed, until he felt you walk near him, looking closely at the images. “Do you have a marker?” The words that left your mouth were enough to have him gape up at you, moving his head to see you. Realizing he was sitting on the ground, and you were standing above him, looking down, he gulped, nodding his head and pointing at the desk near his window. You stepped towards the table, reaching for a pink marker and moving back to the posters. Without any other words, you simply began to draw on the posters. First you drew a cat, of course, and then a heart, and then more random doodles. Yangyang stared at your figure with admiration, and in disbelief that you were real - you truly were his dream girl.

Once you finished your small drawing rampage, you looked at your work with a smile before handing him back the marker. He held it close to his heart, which was beating out of his chest as he stood up next to you. “I think I saw your cat in the bathroom on my way here.”

The words made him laugh out loud, finding you silly for not letting him know earlier. You both moved back to the living room, with Luke now held in your arms, and Yangyang became nonexistent as you cooed at the cute animal, putting all your attention towards him. The older male didn’t have it in him to complain, because watching you smile, laugh, and talk to the cat was enough to entertain him. You were so cute, and all the curses he had for Jaemin were replaced with praises. He really owed him his life.

An hour passed of you playing with Luke and feeding him treats, and the sun began setting. “I think I need to go back home now.” You looked over to Yangyang, who was already staring intensely at you - he never stopped. He nodded at your words, standing up and walking you to the door.

“It… It was so nice to meet you, Y/n.” A blush overtook his face, and he felt like a giddy middle school boy talking to his crush. “It was. If it’s okay, I’d like to come over again another time.” Yangyang nodded enthusiastically, having already hoped before that you would ask. You waved goodbye, walking towards the car you drove to his place, and his view failed to leave your figure until you finally faded out onto the horizon.

His smile was so large that it didn’t even fade when he walked back into his living room and saw that Luke had torn up his couch.

a/n: omg so much fluff ^_^ i loved writing this it was so much fun

sm let her release those damn meowing audios! >:c

i still don't have a lot of people asking to be put on the taglist but once i get like ten i'll make one! :3

also for the sake of this plot, coco doesn’t exist (YET) 💔💔💔 sorry guys… he will be added eventually ;3 if you catch my drift

#nct x reader #kpop smau #nct #wayv #wayv smau #wayv x reader #yangyang smau #liu yangyang #yangyang x reader #yangyang #nct smau

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keroradio · 6 months ago

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For the anniversary of Kururu's debut episode we have the first half of his audio drama....sort of, you'll see what I mean shortly (•.~)

I'd like to take this chance to mention that it's a little funny the shortened version of Momoka's name used on some art is MMK, since there's something called "Kuuki yominaigo" (Can't read the room language) that's basically the equivalent to chat speak where MMK is used as a short form for "Maji de Muki Kire" or "Seriously losing it"

N: The girls' names are Natsumi, Momoka, Mois & Koyuki. These ordinary girls, are going to an ordinary pool, to have an ordinary conversation that makes flowers bloom. However, there's just one whose different...And that is, the mysterious girl who's approaching

K66: Pekopon Invasion CD, volume 4

Girls: Secret Flower Garden, Adrenaline Girls

K66: Yes Ma'am (1) ------------------------

Moa: Thank you very much for inviting me

N: My goodness! The girls are coming this way, let's try listening a little to their conversation

723: Just what I'd expect of a pool at Momoka-chan's house!

KYK: There's even waves and a sandy beach, it's practically an ocean, isn't it?

Moa: The shipyard is a huge seating area, you could say "Ticket to everlasting summer"?

723: It's really on a different scale

KYK: Look, look Natsumi-san! Let's hurry and change into our swim suits

723: Ah! K-Koyuki-chan, I can do it by myself!

KYK: Don't be shy! Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!

723: It's embarrassing!

MMK: I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves

UMMK: At this rate my "Alone with Fuyuki-kun in an Everlasting Summer Love Love Plan" isn't happening

723: Mois-chan! That bathing suit is so cute!

Moa: You don't think it's too adult looking?

723: Mmm-nnnn, the animal print's alluring (2), it's very nice!

Moa: The flame print on your high leg swimsuit is fantastic too, Natsumi-san. You could say "shows off your figure"?

723: Sh-Shows off my figure? Is that right?

KYK: Natsumi-san, please look at my swim suit too!

723: Koyuki-chan's is a wrapping and- fundoshi loincloth?

KYK: For a ninja, agility is important Ah! Momoka-chan's swimsuit is cute too!

MMK: You think so? Since it's a tie on, I'm embarrassed that it might be too much, but...

UMMK: Girls should be gutsy! With thins kind of bathing suit- (as Fuyuki)"Nishizawa-san, that's a fantastic swimsuit"

MMK: "Thank you, Fuyuki-kun" And then the two of us would hold hands by the pool side!

UMMK: And after a while, Paul would!

P: Here is some tropical juice

723: Eh? Just now, Paul's voice-

N: It must be your imagination! Because this place is for girls only!

723: That's true, isn't it?

P: With two straws~!

723: I-I knew it!

N: I said it was your imagination

MMK: Paul will drop it off, and "chu kyu kyu kyu" the two of us will drink through straws

P: A real kiss

723: Look, Paul-san really is-

N: More importantly, over there a girl with glasses we didn't see earlier is-

723: Eh?

(Door opening)

N: Sure enough, the bespectacled girl is-

Paul: Where's her invitation?

723: I knew it!

KYK: Who is that girl?

723: I don't know

MMK: I thought nobody could get in here without an invitation

KYK: But she's a cute girl, isn't she?

Moa: She's coming this way, you could say "Not a care in the world"?

723: U-Uh, hello

9665: Come now, Natsumi

(surprise)

9665: It's me, Kururuko

723: The voice and face are completely different from her image

MMK: Who's she?

KYK: But, she doesn't have the aura of a stranger

723: True, perhaps we'll remember if we talk to her

9665: Momoka-chan, this is a fantastic water land, isn't it?

MMK: I wouldn't do that far...

9665: Girl time here is fine, but this sort of place it where you'd want to come with your loving boyfriend, right?

All: B-b-boyfriend!?

9665: I've gathered data on boys, I might be able to give you good love advice

All: Can you really!?

723: L-like what?

9665: Right, well, for a boy that seems like a delinquent, but beneath that is an unexpected romanticist, you should try writing him a poem

723: Ooh!

9665: Furthermore, a lot of them keep weasels as pets, so if you don't know what his interests are, you'll increase your chances of success if you give him goods with a weasel design as a present

723: There's a mysterious "personality connection power" then

9665: There's also a "female ninja best 10" popular amongst girls (3)

KYK: Please tell me all about it in detail!

9665: In terms of animals, flying squirrel-like, light-footed and cute types that don't bother with flirting have a strong popularity appeal

KYK: Now I get it, I'll do my best!

9665: Next, romantic trends and plans for Keronian males

723: I'm not interested in that

Moa: No, I want to hear it! You could say "Niche interests"?

723: M-Mois-chan, why are you getting so flustered?

Moa: But, but I want to know! You could say "I'm all ears"?

723: That's not a 4-kanji-idiom (4), calm down

9665: Looking at the data, it seems Keronian boys are getting tired of more self-reliant and strong girls, in this case, there are chances coming for old-fashioned girls who support from the sidelines

Moa: I understand! You could say "It's my specialty"?

MMK: U-uh, do you have any data concerning boys who like occult?

9665: I forgot it

MMK: What!?

9665: They don't leave much of an impression

UMMK: Wh-what're you saying?

MMK: But even that is, "kyun♥"

9665: If you want to hear more fitting advice, tell me more details about the person you like

MMK: The one I like is...Ah! it's embarrassing! I can't say it!

9665: Right. Then Natsumi, who do you like?

723: The person I like is...S-S...It's no good, I'm embarrassed, I absolutely can't say it either!

KYK: Then...Could it be a girl!?♥

723: It's not. I'm interested in a boy

KYK: Well, is it Giroro-san?

723: Why Giroro?

Moa: Natsumi-san, just now you were stammering "Sa-Sa-Sa", weren't you?

9665: That means the word from earlier was a name beginning with "Sa", right?

723: Eep

MMK: The person I like is someone whose name starts with "Fu" and- Ah!~ I'm too embarrassed to say more~!

Moa: Someone whose name begins with "Sa"...It must be Sasuke! (5)

KYK: Going off that, is it Sasuka Sarutobi?

723: It's somebody we're all more familiar with

KYK: It's really is Giroro-san?

723: It's somebody whose name has "Sa" in it

MMK: The person I like is someone whose name has a "Fu" and "Yu" and- Ah! It's embarrassing! I can't say anymore!

KYK: A boy with "Sa" in his name

MMK: The person I like is some one whose name has a "Fu", and "Yu" and "Ki" Ah! I absolutely can't say more than that~!

N: You already said all of it

MMK: You want to say that to Paul?

N: Ah, I must be thinking of another person

MKK: Change the subject

N: In that case

P: As you wish

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1-You might have read it somewhere before, but Keroro's ending sentences with "De Arimasu" is from the military, so I've been translating it as "Yes Sir" where I could, but since the term is gender neutral, and this story focuses on the female characters, this time I changed it to "Yes Ma'am"

2-So....you probably heard that the actual word was "sexy", but it's not used in quite the same way in Japanese as it is in English, so I used alluring partially because that is closer to how it's being used, and partially to avoid the knee jerk reaction (at the time of writing this I just saw somebody have this)

3-The way this is said makes it ambiguous if it's popular amongst girls as a thing to try yourself, or a thing they find attractive

4-Mois' "You could say" catch phrase is usually accompanied by a type of idiom consisting of 4 kanji to paint a clear mental image (for example "Dragon's head snake's tail" means something with an impressive start and anticlimactic finish), or at least a set of 4 kanji that fit to the situation, if sometimes abstractly since the way she uses them is sometimes a bit weird.

In this case what she said wouldn't be written with 4 characters at all

5-The way this is said "sasuga" could either mean that's what she expects his given name to be, or that she thinks it's his surname

#keroro gunso #sergeant keroro #sgt frog #sgt keroro #keroro gunsou #audio drama

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blu-joons · 4 years ago

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DATING EXO HEADCANON A⇴Z ⇴ Do Kyungsoo

A ⇴ AFFECTION

Kyungsoo loves to cuddle up to you, having you close to him gives him a lot of confidence and support. At times he can be completely shy and wrap himself around you, other times he can dominate and bundle you into a tiny ball.

B ⇴ BEFORE DATING

When he first saw you, his attention was definitely grabbed. He definitely had his guard up around you to begin with, slowly bringing it down the more he got to know you. It took a while for you to get to know Kyungsoo too, he was a bit of a mystery, but if anything, that attracted you to him more as you tried to figure him out.

C ⇴ CONFESSION

As the guard came down, the feelings for you grew. You always felt as if Kyungsoo left you wondering, so when he told you that he needed to speak to you, you didn’t have a good feeling. But as he began to open up to you, at last, you realised you had nothing to worry about at all. It was a surprise for you to hear how he felt, but as you listened to him, you realised those feelings matched your own for him perfectly too.

D ⇴ DATES

His favourite date with you was one where he could impress you. That normally meant Kyungsoo inviting you to his place and cooking for you. He loved to try new recipes out on you and decorate the table nicely to make an evening of it, never letting you down with anything that he made for you. On other occasions, he loved to take you out for the evening, he was conscious of people keeping an eye on you, so he’d keep these dates very lowkey, all the while making sure that you always had the best time whilst with him.

E ⇴ EXPERIENCE

Kyungsoo was yet to experience a proper relationship before he met you. He’d had a few brief relationships in school, but nothing since his debut. He very quickly became protective of you because he was terrified of how things would be perceived on the outside, he didn’t want to hurt you, and wanted to make sure you were absolutely sure about dating him before doing anything too serious. You loved how protective he was of you, but you also knew how to handle yourself and anything that might come your way.

F ⇴ FIGHTING

The two of you very rarely fought, Kyungsoo was very passionate about a lot, and was very protective of you, sometimes forgetting that you could take care of yourself. You knew he meant well when he did this, so you’d try not to make too big of a deal out of things, but at times Kyungsoo forgot that you didn’t need him to hold your hand. Rather than shout, the two of you were very good at talking, Kyungsoo had worked hard on being able to open up to you, and during the times when you disagreed with each other, he would certainly put that into practice and tell you exactly how he was feeling about the situation.

G ⇴ GETTING TO KNOW HIS FAMILY

He was keen to introduce you to his family quickly as his first proper girlfriend. You were terrified, but Kyungsoo knew that they’d all love you regardless, the fact that anyone could date him was a big enough surprise for his family as they so often loved to tease him, and now thanks to you, he could finally silence them.

H ⇴ HOME

His protective, nurturing nature meant that he wanted to move you into his apartment quite quickly. He knew that it would be safer for you to be around him so that he could keep you safe from people being around your home, not to mention how much he loved to wake up in the mornings and be able to see you beside him.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

You were the first to say, ‘I love you,’ one night when the two of you sat down and talked. Just a few moments later, Kyungsoo said it back, it felt like a natural point that the two of you reached together in your relationship. Neither of you knew what exactly flipped the switch, but the two of you knew straight away that they only answer was love.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Kyungsoo tried not to let himself get jealous, but he was definitely protective if someone got too close. He tried not to cling to you and trusted that you’d be able to handle yourself in any situation, but that didn’t stop him from worrying from time to time. If he was jealous, you’d be able to tell by the look in his eyes, it always was a give away in telling you what was going on. He’d try and protest when you called him out on it, but he knew that you could see right through him and finally he’d admit to how he was feeling.

K ⇴ KIDS

He definitely saw a family with you in the future, it was just a matter of when. Now that his enlistment was completed, he knew that he wanted to start thinking about settling down alongside the group. He wasn’t getting any younger, and he knew that there was no one else that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When the time was right, he knew that the two of you would have the opportunity to have your family together.

L ⇴ LAUGHTER

Around you, Kyungsoo really feels like he can be himself. For other people, he leaves a bit of a mystery behind himself but around you, he’s very much an open book. Quite a few people fail to see how funny Kyungsoo is, but you’re so honoured to be one of the few people that get to see that side to him. Whilst around others, he’s quite shy, around you, he’ll do whatever. He loves to know that the things he does make you laugh and can help to brighten up your day whenever you’ve had a tough day at work.

M ⇴ MISSING

He’ll put his guard up on tour, he’ll do whatever he can to prove to everyone, including you, that he’s alright. But on the inside, he’s suffering and struggling without you there. You can tell just by the look in his eyes during interviews that he’s having a difficult time, and whilst he’s happy to pretend to everyone else, the moment the two of you call, you call him out on his mood. He’s stubborn, and so are you, and you’ll wear him down until eventually he admits to how he’s feeling and how desperate he is to see you. He knows its tough, and he tries to be alright, but deep down he misses you a lot and never really knows how to cope. Its hard on you too, never having the right answer as to how you can make him feel better.

N ⇴ NICKNAMES

Kyungsoo isn’t a huge fan of nicknames, you’ll usually just call him ‘Kyu,’ but even that is enough to put a smile on his face. Just hearing you mutter his name is enough to send butterflies of excitement around his body.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

He’s obsessed with your hands; he loves to have a hold of them and know where you are. It doesn’t matter where the two of you are, he’ll hold them as often as he can and keep you close by.

P ⇴ PDA

Being affectionate in public isn’t a huge deal for Kyungsoo, his affection is usually enough to know where you are and make you feel safe. He’s very private about your relationship, he doesn’t like to share too much and much prefers to keep as much about you to himself as possible to not risk hurting you.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

If he’s not heard from you in a while, he’ll be asking you what’s wrong to make sure you’re safe. He’s known as the mum for a reason, he makes sure to know where you are so that he knows that you’re well looked after and taking care of yourself.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Whilst so much of your relationship is kept private from the world, around the boys is a completely different matter. He can sit for hours and tell them all about you especially and all the qualities he loves about you. When you’re alone with them, they’ll always tell you all the things that Kyungsoo says though so that you can tease him about it whenever you get the chance to see if it really is true or not.

S ⇴ SEX

He quite likes to be the dominant one but will still strive to make things romantic and loving for you. He likes to take his time with you and make you feel loved, sometimes you’ll encourage for more, but Kyungsoo knows what he’s doing. He knows just the touch of his finger is enough to sometimes put you under his spell, he takes his time to know what you like, and once he finds out, he’ll always make sure to use it to his advantage.

T ⇴ TEXTS

If he doesn’t hear from you in a while, sometimes he’ll send you a few panicked texts. He can’t help but worry about you most of the time, he always wants to be there to look after you, and when he’s not, he struggles.

U ⇴ UNIVERSE

You were the one that allowed Kyungsoo to be himself. For so long he felt like he needed to be D.O that everyone adored, but there were always sides that he shut off to the world. However, you were the exception, inviting the real him into the world.

V ⇴ VACATION

If he had even just a few days off, Kyungsoo loves to use them to take you away. He was very frank in that he wanted to use the time away from work to focus on you, despite everyone telling him to rest. Wherever in the world you wanted to go, Kyungsoo would make sure to take you, although more often than not, all you wanted was home.

W ⇴ WHINING

He was far too shy to ever whine, he’d sometimes sit with a pout on his face, but that was as usually as Kyungsoo really got, he didn’t want you to hear him whine.

X ⇴ XXXXX

Lots of little kisses was Kyungsoo’s style, he could never just kiss you once, it always had to be twice, and even then, he’d tend to add a few more onto that. Whenever he kissed you, he also liked to have a hold of your body so that he could put you exactly where he wanted you. There would never be any complaints from you though, any bit of affection that you could get from Kyungsoo you’d take, and always repay it back to him.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the one he trusted, the one he knew would be by his side forever.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Whenever the two of you slept, Kyungsoo loved to have you nice and close. A protective arm would be around you as often as possible, he much preferred to be the big spoon and hold you close into his side to keep you safe.

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iamverysmall-andihavenomoney · 4 years ago

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Hi I just found your account and I enjoy your writing a lot the flow of it is refreshing that’s besides the point though 😤✋I was wondering if you would write a street racing AU where Kenma and Kouroo are interested in someone from a rival group

Street Racer Rivalries

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Pairings: Street Racer! Mechanic! Kozume Kenma x Mechanic! Street Racer! Gender Neutral! Reader, Street Racer! Kuroo Tetsurō x Street Racer! Mechanic! Gender Neutral! Reader

Warnings: Street Racing AUs, Saffron shows off their lack of car knowledge, illegal street racing, rivalries, strong language, talk of racing injuries.

A/N: Hi there! Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy it! ☺️ But umm -- yes? I live for this idea (i might even make a series out of it, if anyone wants 🤷) but thank you for the request!

Kenma Kozume

He really doesn't like racing, let's be honest.

If he could, Kenma would stay in his shop all day long.

Hell, it's not like he needs the money.

He's such a well-known mechanic in the underground racing scene, he easily makes all of the money he could ever need.

His only real competition is Akaashi Keiji and someone named L/N Y/N?

Akaashi he could deal with, as Fukurōdani's group was rather well acquainted with Nekoma, hell, the held practice races all of the time.

But whoever this other up-and-coming mechanic was, was seriously pissing him off.

It wasn't that they were stealing all of his customers, he still had a lot of business.

It was that they just had to be with Karasuno.

The one group Kuroo was obsessed with besting - in everything.

Plus, who could have such a reputation for someone who'd only just joined the scene?

They, along with Karasuno's newest racers had put the group on a fast-track to the top.

They hadn't surpassed Karasuno.

Yet.

He wasn't sure why hearing your name pissed him off as much as it did.

But here he was, ranting to Kuroo as he worked on one of the group's main racing vehicles.

"Why won't Shōyō tell me anything about them either? They're so secretive about this new mechanic - all of them. Are they waiting for a fucking debut, here?"

"It took years for Nekoma to get the reputation it has, same for everyone else. Why does someone with no prior affiliation with any group, so easily surpass so many people?"

Then Kuroo worsens it by teasing Kenma.

"Are you sure this isn't just because Hinata is keeping a secret from you, for once?"

Now, it's a month later - the first big race in a while.

Lately, the cops had been far too aware of where the groups would be for anyone's comfort, so they collectively decided to lay low for a while.

And he's finally getting to see Karasuno in a big race.

He wasn't sure of everyone's official racers - but you usually weren't, until they lined themselves up.

Kenma wasn't particularly invested in the race, more here to finally see if you were all everyone talked you up to be.

"Are you really trying to 'wow' them in a tank top and coveralls?" Bokuto turns his nose up as he looks over Kenma's choice in clothing.

A black tank covered Kenma's chest, while his navy coveralls covered him from the waist-down, sleeves knotted together, around his waist to hold them up. His hands and arms are still stained dark from his work this morning and he's not quite sure on the status of his face, with the lack of looking in a mirror today. With a shrug, Kenma brings another chip to his mouth.

After a moment of silence, a scoff leaves his lips, "I'm not trying to 'wow' anyone. I'm scoping out the new competition, at most."

"I thought you said, just yesterday, they weren't worth your time?" Kuroo smirks at his smaller friend. Despite Kenma acting so peeved with your presence, he knew that it was all a front. He knew his best friend better than anyone end he could tell that his interest in you was just being covered up by feigned annoyance.

Kenma rolls his eyes, "I mean, you aren't either, but here we are."

Akaashi lets a breath escape him, before glancing over as he sees a flash of several headlights, looking over at the orange and black themed cars rolling in. "Looks like you have your chance to... Scope out your competition. Won't be long until Itachiyama and Shiratorizawa start arriving, as well."

Bokuto claps a large hand on Kenma's tattooed shoulder, making the faux-blonde cringe at the contact. "Go on, Ken! We'll catch up with you, soon!"

Kenma doesn't hesitate to step away from the other three, taking easy strides on his way over to where the vehicles were now parked, scattered around one another. The first to take notice of him, Shōyō, lights up, straightening from his position, previously leaning against the hood of his car. Though, seeing that he wasn't moving to greet Kenma, they cat-eyed male look at who he was talking to.

Finally laying eyes on the person he'd found himself 'hating' for the past few nights, any insults he had for you left him. Seeing you reclined against the hood of one of Karasuno's best cars, looking like you'd just come from the shop, much like him.

When your eyes found his, he notices that whatever you had been saying slowly faded out while you focused on him. And oversized orange and black jacket adorned your figure, keeping you away from the crisp breeze. He wondered if it was yours by the way or enveloped you, though on the arm, your last name shown clear, orange lettering bold against the black.

You slide from the good of the vehicle, your jacket falling from your body so you can tuck it in through the open window of what he guessed to be your car. You were dressed in nearly the same thing as him, black coveralls tied up around your waist and a large black shirt that seemed too big for you, as well, tucked into it. Not hesitating to step forward, Hinata finds himself falling back, wanting to bare witness from afar.

The smug grin tugging at the edges of your lips makes Kenma narrow his eyes further, "This is the great Kozume Kenma? Wow, no one really did you any justice, now did they?"

Of course you would be the smug type. Though, he supposed you had every right to be. You were an impressive individual. "And you're L/N Y/N... For someone who wanted to be so mysterious, you sure weren't hiding."

"I can't take credit for that idea. It was all Suga. Said we needed an ace up our sleeve." Shrugging nonchalantly, you flash Kenma a lazy grin. Mainly because it was oh-so obvious it was getting under his skin. "Though I have heard someone has been a bit obsessed with me, recently."

Kenma finally lets out something near a laugh, "You would be so lucky. Are you racing tonight?"

Hearing the rumble of other engines, the both of you realize that it wouldn't be long before you would both have to walk away to be with your separate groups. "Wouldn't you like to know," Kenma turns his head back towards you, raising an eyebrow. "I guess you'll just have to keep an eye out for me, won't you, Kozume?"

You take an easy step back, before turning to walk away, "I look forward to racing you, one day, Kozume."

"Likewise..." Kenma finds himself staring at you as you walk away from him, impressed by how bold you are, despite himself. Belying his previous 'hate' towards you, a slight smile pulls at the corners of his lips.

Much as Kenma found himself excited whenever he raced or encountered Shōyō, even his three friends could tell that he was intrigued, from their distance.

Kuroo Tetsurō

He, unlike Kenma, loves the thrill of racing.

Even if he doesn't do it as often now, he still manages to love when he does race.

Now, Nekoma doesn't have much real competition.

They've been among the top racing groups for year now and not even up-and-comers like Karasuno were going to change that.

Despite Kuroo's reassurance in the stability of his position as best racer and 'leader' of Nekoma's group, there were certain other groups that managed to get under his skin.

Groups like Daishō Suguru's group, Nohebi.

The group who'd been giving him more trouble than anyone else, since they'd gotten started.

He hated Daishō.

He hated Nohebi.

Nohebi played dirty and had injured multiple of his racers.

Most recently injured had been Yaku.

He wasn't sure who had been driving, but he remembered the person who had stepped up to reprimand the driver for the blatant foul play.

Acting like you were going to veer into another car and doing it were two different things.

He wasn't sure if it was because you were the one who had to fix your own vehicle or because you were worried about the opposing driver.

But he was intrigued.

Especially when you slapped Daishō for trying to "calm you down" by grabbing your wrist.

You had such an attitude and were so independent.

You caught his attention awfully quick.

After that, he kept an eye out for you.

He was whipped from day one.

Now normally, it takes forever for him to develop feelings for someone, but you were such a strong individual, he was whipped.

Though what sealed the deal for him was when you would tease him back and flirt with him.

At first he thought it was just because you wanted to piss off Daishō, but when he noticed that you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, he really was whipped.

You spotted him before he spotted you. As per usual when it came to you. You were good and sneaking up on him. It should have been more concerning to him than it was when a hand came to cover his eyes, your voice crooning in his ear playfully, "Guess who."

He knew you, quite easily, by your voice. You'd become well acquainted with sneaking up on him.

After all, it had been what? Two years since this mutual bantering and rivalry had started. By this point, both of your respective groups were getting a little tired of constantly having to be a witness to all of the flirting that was done.

"L/N, I think I'd recognize the strong smell of motor oil anywhere." Kuroo turns around to face you, hands tucked in the pockets of the red and black jacket he wore. The same one that matched the jackets of the rest of his group.

"Well, unlike someone, I've been working pretty hard, y'know?" Your own hands drift to your pockets, "Not all of us have minions doing all of our work, for us."

One of Kuroo's eyebrows shoot up, "Oh? Last I heard was that someone in particular had a whole shop of people working for them."

A light laugh escapes you, the air fogging up a bit in front of your face as your warm breath met the crisp air surrounding you both. "Yeah? Who told you that? The same asshole that's trying to drag other unfortunate souls into working with him?"

Heaving out a deep, faux sigh, Kuroo tilts his head. "The position with me is still open." His cooing voice almost makes you forget how he'd opted to phrase it. Almost.

"As much as I hate the snaky bastard, the money is too good to pass up." You lean yourself back, making contact with the hood of Kuroo's car. His favorite and ace vehicle, in fact.

"You know I could easily pay you twice what he does," he leans in and places a hand on either side of the hood, next to you. "So what's it going to take to convince you I'm a better choice than him?"

You cross your arms, a smug look crossing your face. "Why do I think this has less and less to do with your need for a mechanic?.. I think you might be a little obsessed with me, there, Kuroo."

A smirk matching your own crosses his lips. "Maybe I am, L/N. What are you going to do about it?"

"Well, there are a few things-" You find yourself cut off as you note Daishō's shouts from across the way. A sigh escapes you and you bring a hand to Kuroo's chest, pushing a finger into his shoulder and making him lean back. "Looks like I've got to go. Until next time, Kuroo."

"Keep my offer in mind," The tall man lets out a sigh as he watches you walk away from him. He glances over his shoulder as he feels a hand there, seeing his faux-blonde friend. "They'll be working for me one day. Just you wait."

Bokuto lets out a hearty laugh, causing people to look in the direction of the two tall men. "You've been saying that for how long, now?"

A scoff comes from behind them, causing them to turn around, "About two years, now. He's a little desperate, don't you think?"

Kuroo rolls his eyes at his friends' teasing, head turning in your direction just in time to catch you quickly farting your own gaze away.

You'd be a lot more to him than just another person in his racing group, one day.

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stylesluxx · 4 years ago

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flustered – h.styles

[warnings: minor swearing, sexual talk but in a joking way (no smut), and maybe a little angst if you squint]

summary: in which harry gets flustered around y/n | famous!reader

word count: 2,251

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Being a popular singer and songwriter was something you always dreamed of. Since you were nine, you had a journal of songs that you planned to perform in front of a stadium of people. You already had your costume designs picked out in your head along with how you wanted your stage to look. Music was your life and even if you couldn't become a successful singer, you knew you still wanted to be in the music industry somehow.

But life turned out exactly how you wanted it to due to your hard work and dedication. You started by putting your music on SoundCloud, where you started to grow a fan base. You made music that so many people could relate to and you made people feel like they had a shoulder to cry on. Eventually, you were doing small concerts and interviews, just to get your name out there some more. And before you knew it, you were releasing your debut album and receiving award after award. From AMAs to Billboard, to iHeartRadio, you were on fire.

But you knew you were being heard worldwide when Harry Styles followed you back on Instagram. You had been following him ever since he was in One Direction, a group you held very dear to your heart. Once they went on hiatus, you kept up with Harry's music and watched him develop as an artist. And you'd never tell him this to his face, but you were a proud fan.

It was the day after the AMAs and you were laying on the couch in your living room, scrolling through your comments and thanking fans for giving the album a listen when you got the notification.

Your jaw dropped open as you shot up from the couch and let out a scream. Your left hand shot up to cover your mouth once you were done screaming.

"No fricking way!" You gasped and took a screenshot before sending it to the group chat with your two best friends.

y/n: gasp!

emily: no way

sarah: ugh now you can shoot your shot

y/n: ... no

You went back to Instagram once your phone buzzed once more, making your eyes widen.

harrystyles: Really enjoying the album! Much love. H

You had no idea what to do or what to even say. You were completely star-struck. Sure you've gotten compliments from other artists but you didn't admire them as much as you admired Harry.

You took a screenshot and switched back to the Messages app, sending the picture to your friends.

y/n: y'all...

sarah: yeah he definitely wants to eat your ass

y/n: sarah...

sarah: y/n...

emily: omg, marry him !!

y/n: what do I say????

sarah: uhhh thank you ???

emily: be chill but not too chill. grateful and kind but not desperate

You switched back to Instagram and stared at the message in front of you before sighing and typing.

y/n_y/l/n: thank you so much for the support! fine line and self-titled have been on repeat!!

"I can't believe that just happened," You mumbled to yourself and fell back on the couch, completely elated.

— It was seven months after the Instagram encounter and you and Harry haven't spoken since. You figured it was just an artist complimenting another artist's work and it meant very little to him. He probably already forgot it had happened but you thought about it constantly.

You were waiting for your order at a coffee shop in Los Angeles when you were bumped hard. The bump almost knocked you down but you were quickly caught by the culprit, his hand on the bottom of your back, pushing you back upright.

"I'm so sorry," He apologized and looked down at you.

"No worries," You shook your head and gave him a small smile.

"You're Y/N Y/L/N, I believe I dm'd you a few months back. H-how are you?" He asked, taking you by surprise.

You had already turned away but this man recognizing you made you face him once again. You looked at his face (which was hard to see since he was wearing a hat that sheltered his face).

"Oh, Harry!" You smiled cheerily. "It's wonderful you meet you in person. I'm well, and you?"

"I-I'm great," He nodded eagerly and you took the moment to take in his face.

His green eyes pierced into your Y/E/C eyes before quickly looking away, looking anywhere but at you. And his cheeks were bright pink as if he'd been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"That's good, the BRITs are coming up-"

"I-I actually have to go," He interrupts you.

"O-oh okay. Sorry for holding you up," You nodded and plaster on a fake smile as he nods and walks off.

You bit your lip and scrunched your eyebrows, internally screaming at yourself. That was so awkward and cringe and you just wanted to forget all about your coffee and run home. Your legs wanted to run to your car, hop in, speed all the way home, and just jump under the covers and forget you even existed. But the BRITs were coming up and you had to be on a plane later.

—

Walking down the red carpet was something you'd never get used to. That and paparazzi. You didn't like the bright lights and people yelling at you, telling you what to do. But you did love showing off your outfits.

You were wearing a strapless black gown that showed off the perfect amount of cleavage, and diamonds that decorated your ears and wrist. You were feeling confident and beautiful and your last encounter with Harry was pushed to the very back of your mind until you arrived at your seat.

Harry was already sitting in his spot at the table. He was wearing a light blue button-up that was covered by a purple wool cardigan but that too was topped off with his brown suit. He looked very handsome and now you were worried that maybe what you were wearing was quite basic.

But you didn't have time to turn around and run away, because he had spotted you and was pulling at his collar nervously. You gave him a soft smile and seated yourself, rubbing your sweaty palms in your dress.

"Hello, nice to you see you again," You greeted him.

Your heart was racing erratically and you were pleading to yourself not to fuck this up.

"The pleasure is all mine," He smiled and you felt the heat rise to your face. You figured it was the same heat that was adorning Harry's face also.

The conversation quickly ceased and you internally sighed, ready to tell your group chat what a failure you were. But you were back to being smiley and happy when a cameraman came over and asked for a picture of the two of you. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist and you leaned into his side with a big cheesy smile.

The show started and a producer came over to Harry mid-show, telling him he should get ready for his performance. He nodded, stood up, and pushed his seat in.

"Good luck," You bid him before he could walk away.

He beamed at you and nodded in appreciation before walking off to follow the producer backstage.

He came on stage in a completely different outfit. A white lacy button-up with matching trousers covered his body and was complemented with a pair of matching gloves.

You enjoyed the performance, especially the water on the stage, and you made sure you told him once he got back to the table. Now he was wearing a bright yellow suit and a purple shirt, completely hard to miss.

"Your performance was lovely," You told him once he sat down. "I liked the water bit."

"Thank you. You're up next, correct?" He asked and took a sip of his water that was untouched until now.

"Yeah, just a bit nervous," You admitted and gulped anxiously while standing up.

"Break a leg. Well, not actually. Do people even say that anymore-"

"It's okay, I get it," You giggled at his flustered demeanor. He was completely red and was playing with the rings on his fingers. "Thank you, Harry."

Your performance went swimmingly and soon you were back at your seat, anxious for the award you were nominated for.

Apparently, it was noticeable how nervous you were because Harry hesitantly reached over and rested a hand on yours.

"If they don't think you're the best International Solo Female Artist, then screw 'em. I think you're the best," He assured you, making your nerves cease.

"Thank you. You're truly a delight, which I'm sure you've been told."

Before he could respond, your name had been called, making you face the stage with wide eyes. He rubbed your hand before pulling back and clapping along with the rest of the crowd.

You told from your seat and walked over the stage, not quite sure how you got there because everything seemed like a daze. But it became real when the award was placed in your hand and you had to give your speech.

"I am... in awe, truly. I am so happy and grateful. This album was absolutely life-changing for me and I hope it was for those who gave it a listen. I really cannot believe I'm here right now. Thank you so much to everyone who's been supporting me. I would like to thank my family and my team for all their love and support. And before I go, I'd like to thank Harry Styles who actually has been a huge inspiration of mine and he's so sweet and was literally just soothing my nerves. This night has been so great and this award was the icing on the cake. Thank you so much and goodnight."

You watched Harry's face turn bright as he smiled up at you and turned red for the thousandth time since you've met him.

You walked backstage and let out a sigh of relief once you got away from all the cameras. It wasn't as nerve-racking as you thought it would be but maybe it was because Harry gave you a pep talk before your speech.

You were pulled for pictures before they finally let you go but the show was over by then.

—

You were far too exhausted to be at the after-party but you already sent in an RSVP. You were wearing black leather pants with a matching halter crop top and basic black heels.

You usually attended parties with Sarah and Emily but they were back in L.A. working their regular jobs so they couldn't come. You quickly became aware that you didn't know anyone here you were you disappointed you didn't drag your manager along.

You were seated at the bar sipping on a Shirley Temple and bobbing your head to the music when you were tapped on the shoulder. You turned around with a smile on your face, ready to befriend whoever, but your smile only grew more when you saw the man in front of you.

"Harry!" You cheered and pulled him into a hug. "You don't know how happy I am to see you. I don't know anyone here and it'd be rude for me to leave not even an hour in."

"I'm happy I found you. I only came because I knew you'd be here. Kinda just wanna listen to Stevie Wonder for the rest of the night," He spoke honestly and his eyes showed vulnerability.

For once he was red but you could tell he was putting himself out there. He wasn't dressed up in a fancy outfit; some loose jeans, a striped red and white t-shirt, and all-white vans.

"That sounds lovely!" You agreed. You turned around and took one last sip of your drink before facing him once again and hopping off the barstool. "Shall we?"

Harry's apartment is almost exactly how you expected it to be. It was organized and clean, everything about it seemed untouched and perfect but it still had a homey feeling to it. It still invited you in and asked you to stay awhile. It was so welcoming, you forgot about how you and Harry going home together was going to be plastered all over the blogs.

"This is really nice," You expressed as you looked at the little aloe plant on his coffee table.

"Oh thanks, my mum got it for me. Thought it'd teach me some responsibility and it hasn't died yet so," He spoke with humor and let out a soft chuckle at the end.

You grinned and watched as he walked over to his record player, an old brown wooden one from the 90s. He took am album from his shelf where it looked like he had been collecting all his life and took the record from the sleeve. He gently placed it down and set the needle on the record, smiling as “Never Dreamed You'd Leave In Summer” floated gracefully throughout the room.

"This is one of my favorite songs," You hummed as you listened.

Harry slowly walks over to you, hesitantly placing his hands on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck. You both swayed back and forth in each other's arms as the song played uninterrupted throughout the living room. You rested your head on Harry's chest, mixing the song and his heartbeat together, growing even calmer at your serene surroundings.

"Better than any party."

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appleteez · 4 years ago

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Fakest Out There

Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 927

A/N: Annnd another another fluff for @juicykyun <3 :D hope you like it bean~

“I’m gonna what?”

“Sorry, this is how it’s scheduled.. We wanted to do it earlier but, we had some problems.”

“This is literally career suicide.. I can’t debut on the same day as an Ateez comeback..” I say almost losing it.

“Don’t think so little of yourself. You’ve been promoted really well so far and people are waiting for the debut impatiently. I mean it’s not everyday we get to debut an idol that can dance really well, sing amazingly, and rap like a goddess.”

“Uh?” I say squinting my eyes. “Your compliments are not working right now.

“Well, Y/N, I think you should believe a bit more in yourself. You have a very solid debut. You’re obviously not gonna do better than Ateez but.. you’re definitely gonna raise some eyebrows.”

“Yes !! BECAUSE OF HOW RIDICULOUS THIS WHOLE THING IS !!”

“Stop being so dramatic idiot.” My manager says looking at me literally melting on the floor.

My concept was mysterious, and sexy. Which really doesn’t match my real personality. I was suppose to debut with three other girls but there was come complications. So here I am, debuting as a solo artist that can do it all I guess. Because of my overall talents, my company decided to take a huge risk into my concept in general. Which is basically never showing my real personality to the public. At awards, at events, at concerts, I’m always suppose to show a cool, non affected face. Which is hard because I am a person of many many emotions. I won’t be able to screech at my favorite artists stages and let alone show any type of facial expression during award shows, and I know it’s gonna kill me. But worst of all, fans might not like that and think it would get boring after a while. Especially considering that I won’t be able to create extra content and so on.

I whine myself back to my apartment and get a text from one of the girls I was suppose to debut with.

“I saw the great news babe !! You finally have a debut date!”

“Did you see who’s having a comeback that day too?”

“*I thought you would not see that.. ^^’*”

“How can I not see that !!! Ugh.. Minmin… Im doomed..”

“*Don’t say that, I’ll support you until the end ! :D*” --- The fateful day finally came. Like always, Ateez killed it with their comebacks and their song was stuck in my head as I was waiting to go perform. I wait on the side waiting for my name to be called when I feel a small tap on my shoulder. I turn around and almost forget to keep my upmost cool when I see who’s behind me.

“Y/N, right?”

“Yes.” I say trying to show little interest to… fucking SEONGHWA !!!

“I saw your debut MV, it’s really cool. The song has been stuck in my head all day.” He says with a shy smile. “Good luck out there !” He says slightly bowing and I bow back still looking unaffected by his comment.

“Thank you, good luck to you too.” I say without saying anything else and leaving him to start my stage. This is going to need some getting used to, fangirling in my head. I sigh, take a deep breath, and the beat starts. --- I walk through the hallways still not showing any expressions. I look around for a bit, nobody is around, the hallway is absolutely empty..

“Oh. My. GOOOOSH !!! You fucking killed it L/N Y/N !!” I say to myself while jumping around. “The moment you did that move and then that move and then twirl kajfhlahef !!!” I squeak while performing some of my dance moves. “And that high note at the end !!” I start laughing getting all the nervousness out of my system.

“Wow, so that’s the real Y/N.” I turn around in a little scare jump and here he is again, this time with a huge smile. “You’re so bubbly and adorable how can you even contain yourself out there. You’re so fake.”

“Ah..” I say, tears tickling my eyes. “I..”

“Oh my god, no don’t cry !!” He panics getting a tissue out of his pocket and comes to me to dry my eyes, his arm now on my shoulders. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just so impressive how you can act as a totally different person in public but really, you’re adorable.” He tries to laugh it off.

“It wasn’t really my choice.” I pout taking the tissue to dry my eyes lightly.

“It’ll be our little secret promise.” He smiles brightly at me, too brightly.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” He gives me his pinky to hold with mine and my smile reappears on my face.

“Thank you Seonghwa~”

“No problem Y/N.”

“SEONGHWA !! WE’RE GETTING READY TO GO OUT THERE !!” We hear a voice that could only be Hongjoong.

“I think that’s my cue.” We both laugh. “I’ll ask my stylist to come see you.”

“Uh?”

“So she can give you my number, text me if you want. If I don’t get a text back, I’ll get the message.” He winks at me and starts to jog away. “But!” He turns around still jogging. “I really hope I get a message from you Y/N. You’re so cool!” He gives me a tiny wave and another huge smile before turning around leaving me waving at nothing with a dumb smile on my face.

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sergeant-donny-donowitz · 4 years ago

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Finally (Aldo Raine x Fem!Reader)

Requested by @redroseedits

*Trigger warning: PTSD/nightmares briefly *** Reader is like a mother figure to the younger basterds, if this makes you uncomfortable please don't read!!!

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_________ The year was 1944. It was only November, but the worst of winter was beginning to show its fangs. You were marching through the snow in a forest, somewhere in France that you were convinced hadn't been touched since the last war. Well...almost untouched. Familiar markings and scorches on the trees supported your theory. You looked up at the blindingly grey sky as snow began to fall. "Move." You ordered quietly, picking up the pace, and your three companions followed suit. You walked alongside three young basterds. The youngest, in fact. You looked around you, wondering just how in hell you got there. You were a simple school teacher, not too long ago, back in 1939... Frankly, when the basterds heard that, they wondered how you got there, too. The answer is simple.

You were a teacher, but you knew far more than you'd let on. You were practically a strategic genius, you were formidable in a few useful languages, and you had one hell of a character. You were shortly contacted by the MI6, and sent abroad. Years passed and the yanks finally made their debut. One thing led to another, and you ended up being acknowledged as a basterd by the MI6, by the OSS, and most importantly, by the basterds themselves. This was an extremely important mission, and your lieutenant had trusted you to lead it. Donny, Wicki, and Hugo outranked you (by a technicality) but, you were one hell of a strategist. And being British, you'd been in the war long before the basterds had. You knew quite a bit. So when the basterds were forced to split up into separate missions, Aldo trusted you with the ones that needed most trusting: Omar, Smitty, and Hirschberg. You stopped in your tracks, and the boys followed suit. "Well, we're here." You sighed, catching your icy breath, hands at your hips, as you stood in a particularly spacious part of the woods. "Where?" Hirschberg looked around, eyeing every tree suspiciously. You could hear Smitty's teeth chattering, and you glanced at him with a sigh. You told him to steal that coat when he had a chance, but noooo. You tossed yours at him. "What? Y/n, no." "It won't be long." You crouched down, and started brushing snow to the side. Omar looked around at the others with a raised and confused eyebrow. He then crouched by you, "Uh...Y/n? Did ya lose something?" Hirschberg muttered as he crossed his arms, clenching his teeth so you wouldn't know he was absolutely freezing.... (you knew) "Yeah, Y/n's mind." "Very amusing, Gerold." You scoffed, though you did smirk a little. "It might h-help if we knew w-what w-we're l-looking for..." Smitty chattered on, pale as a sheet of paper, though you shook your head. "Just a minute, lads..." Just as Hirschberg began to grumble, they all heard a loud, hollow thump. "There it is!" You beamed as you hurriedly brushed aside more snow, soon revealing a hidden door. You soon found the iron handle, and pulled it open with all your strength, revealing what was practically an underground cabin. "Come on, boys." You took a lighter from your coat, and lit a lamp that was at the entrance, and made your way down the steps, into the cabin. They soon followed, and shut the latch. It was one room, roughly fifteen by fifteen feet, dimly lit by this single lamp. "Blankets in the corner there, and enough food and water in that chest there to last us about three weeks, though we won't be needing it all, and-" "Weeks?" You nodded, "Well, it should pass in a week." "What'll pass?" You sighed, as you slumped down in the corner, taking the near frozen boots off your numb, sore feet. Of course! You were so forgetful of what you did and didn't tell them. You'd read it in the paper in the last town you passed, and...forgot they didn't read French... "Blizzard's passin' through here, boys. Can't have you lot runnin' around the woods like madmen. Wouldn't make it, and we don't have any reliable contacts past this point. We'd have to turn back....and...we've collected far too many scalps for Aldo to do that any time soon. This is our safest bet." Omar nodded, "Huh...Aldo made a damn good call." "Oh I don't know, I'm sure Donny, or Wicki could have found some place safe." Smitty shook his head, laughing a little. You turned and saw a blanket already draped over his hair. Loose snowflakes beginning to melt away in his hair, though his nose stayed a little red. "Donny? He's from Boston, he'd swear this was just a dusting, and push us through." You chuckled, politely lying "Oh I'm sure he wouldn't..." (he definitely would) "You set this up?" Hirschberg asked, as he began to rummage through the supplies, grinning as he spotted a chocolate bar at the bottom of the treasure chest. "Back in '39, when you three were in diapers." "H-" Smitty's indignance was interrupted by a soft sneeze. He looked at you again, "Hey!" "Bless you," you chuckled, "Fine. What? You were in secondary school at most." Hirschberg asked, "Secondary school?" Omar nodded, as he set down his water, "Tommies call high school secondary school." Hirschberg chuckled, "Huh...I was in high school then. Freshman or sophomore, can't remember." "Right, well while you three were kissing cheerleaders, I built this." Omar laughed, "You think Smitty was hanging around with the cheerleaders?" Smitty turned red....or....maybe it was still just the cold... You sighed, "Oh don't be so cruel. He's a sweet boy." He smiled, and if he was red this time, it was because of what you said. "Anyway, I didn't spend as much time here as I would have liked. I was sent off to Austria, then Bucharest and Budapest, and back again," You sighed remembering the exhaustion, "Then back to Munich, wandered around Frankfurt, then back to France for quite some time. Stayed longer than I thought, now that I have a team." You smiled a little, though you looked around, inspecting the details of the hideout, finding them all intact, you remarked, "Didn't think it would hold up so long, but, it looks like no ones found it since." You sighed, and found a blanket for yourself, sitting in a corner. In that week or so that you'd spend there, you'd learn so much about those three young basterds... You were all silent for a while, till you noticed something about Omar. Well, to be fair, you'd noticed it just around the time you met the basterds, though you never quite had the chance to inquire about it. He was fidgeting around with his hands, his fingers interlacing over and over, restlessly. You'd seen that before. Once, when you were a teacher, you had a student. Maybe not the best in math, but the things he could create with a pen were enough to amaze anyone with so much as a second to spare. "Are you cold, Omar?" He noticed you looking at his hands. He seemed a little embarrassed, "No, no..." He shook his head with a slightly distant, almost nostalgic smile, "I just got nothin' else to do." You nodded. Once your student had nothing to do, he'd fidget just like that till he had a pen, pencil, even a crayon in his hand. You got up, and rummaged around in a bin you'd hidden away. You brought out a stack of papers and a few good pens. Not too long ago, that had been your stash for passing on messages to the MI6 and resistances. "Help yourself, love." You smiled kindly, and his heart almost leapt as he smiled a smile you hadn't seen in a long tie. "Thank you!" "Don't mention it." You sat back in your corner. It wasn't long before you noticed Smitty and Hirschberg cheekily smirking and glancing at each other. "Oh, for fuck's sake." You rolled your eyes, and sighed "What is it?" "So what's goin' on between you and Aldo?" Hirschberg smirked a little as he fiddled with his pocketknife, though he looked up at you with a smirk. You shook your head, and sputtered, though you struggled to find an answer. "Oh..I...Don't...nothing! Nothing at all!" You crossed your arms, but Smitty smirked, "Really? He seemed real nice right before we left." "He asked a favor of me! That was all... Just being polite..." "Yeah what favor?" Hirschberg smirked and you rolled your eyes. "Babysit you lot, that's what." Smitty chuckled, "We saw how you said goodbye." "Did you have your glasses on?" You smirked a little and he shook his head, "No..." "Then you didn't see much, did you?" "Oh! Come on!" Smitty crossed his arms, and you laughed a little, "Go on, it's late. Off to bed!" "It's not like we're going anywhere any time soon!" Hirschberg huffed as he pouted a little. "Oh what is this? Sleepover girl talk? Off you go." Smitty muttered, "It's kind of like a sleepover." You chuckled though you threw your blanket over your face, hiding your amusement, and the sly smile revealing the truth about you and Aldo. Still, it wasn't long before Omar dimmed the light. You were sure he'd go through that stack of paper before morning. The chattering died away little by little, and you closed your eyes. Still, your heart was heavy as you thought about your three charges. Yes, you were 99.9% sure you would get them safe and sound back to Aldo, as you'd promised...but you wondered about the faces you'd left behind. All those kids, with wonder in their little faces, bright and curious eyes, timid smiles, and rebellious laughs. Your heart shattered, knowing they must be terrified at that moment, some far from home and hidden in the country side, some probably hungry, others cold. You always wanted to travel, but not when the world was in ruins... Not like this. Now you were here, with these soldier boys who were just that...hardly more than boys. They may be basterds, but you swore you could see the same fear in their eyes...

"Y/n?" You were almost startled, but you turned over, "Yeah, Omar?" The light was dim, and sure enough a stack of papers of mile high was sitting by the basterd. "What are you gonna do after the war?" "What do you mean? About me and Aldo?" "So there is something between you and Aldo." He grinned, and you confounded yourself, eventually sighing in defeat, "Maybe..." "I won't say anything." He promised with a quiet smile, and you smiled gratefully. "I mean...after everything. I mean, are you going back to MI6, or England at all? Are you and Aldo going to..." You sat up, resting your back and head against the wall, you shrugged, "Who's to say..." You wondered after all you'd seen why you should make plans, considering the odds of you coming home were particularly low.

Then again, you'd thought about it, just as any other soldier had. "I suppose after it's all said and done, I've had my fair share of adventure." You smiled a little, "More than enough, I reckon." You looked at the basterd whose only other life experience was high school...and that barely counted. "I suppose an office job in intelligence could suffice. The pay is good...but..." You shook your head, "I'd love to be back in a classroom. All those bright eyes looking straight into the future I could only hope to see. That's where I'd love to be. In England, or...anywhere," you glanced away as you added that, not too sure what would really happen with you and Aldo after all this. You'd wondered about it with him before, but never really got an answer. "You're not scared?" "Scared? Well...I'm scared over many things, as any soldier is." He shook his head, "Scared of going home, I mean..." "Well, I'm sure adjusting is no easy task after all we've seen. But-" "No...I mean..." You looked at him, not quite sure what he was getting at. He sighed, and let go of the pen you'd given him. "If I go, my parents are going to make me go to college." "And you don't want that?" You knew it wasn't for everyone, but you wondered why he seemed so upset by it. "My parents want me to be a doctor, like my brother. And my dad....and his dad....and his...and I just..." He sighed, "I love being a basterd. You know I do." "Oh, I know," you smiled kindly, and he went on, "But once I get home, I'd rather not see blood if I don't have to." His voice grew soft, and you saw a pained glimmer in his eyes, "I don't want any more lives depending on me." Your heart broke in that moment. Just before you joined the team, Aldo let Omar, Michael, Andy, and Simon on a mission on their own, and Omar was the only one to make it back. "Hell, I didn't even like the idea then. I quit high school, Y/n. I enlisted, even though I was too young and I got away with it..." You knew, you'd done the math. "I guess I'm more afraid of not being what they want me to be than I am of...this," He gestured to everything around him. You nodded, as you moved to sit by him. "I'm sure they'll be proud of you, and all you've done here." "Wars don't last forever, Y/n." "I hope not," You chuckled, but he didn't. You were quiet for a moment, then rested your hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure they'll come around, no matter what you choose to do." "They'd never want me to be an artist." You reached for one of the loose pages lying around, and saw a beautiful sketch of the basterds. "I would." He smiled at you as if he'd never smiled before, and a tear streamed down his cheek. He hugged you, and...Omar was a hugger. "Thanks Y/n." "Off to bed, now. Don't worry about those things now, boy." You weren't sure how much time had gone, but the winds were starting to pick up outside. The blizzard was only beginning. You spent the next day playing card games, and charades and jokes. Once you were all tired out, you sent them off to sleep. You were just beginning to fall asleep, when you heard something so soft you almost confused it with the wind, or the dreamlike voices of sirens calling you to sleep. "Y/n!" "Fuck's sake!" You whispered in annoyance, "What is it, Utivich?" "I've been thinkin'..." "About?" Usually he was a bit of a sarcastic little shit. Lovable, but a bit cynical. Still, he had this sparkle in his eyes and a hopeful smile. That's not what you heard in his whisper. He sounded worried, maybe a little distressed. "Well...I have a friend...and I...I mean he...has this-" "Oh for fuck's sake Smitty." You rubbed your eyes, then sat up. "Fine. I have been thinking about it a lot...Since Aldo said...you know..." "Since he said it won't be long now..." You nodded, recalling that comment. You thought you were the only one that paid any mind...then again, it was awfully naive of you to think that. If a soldier heard his lieutenant saying it wouldn't be long before the end of the war, that soldier wouldn't forget it. "There's this girl, ok?" "Right." "And...we were....a thing." "Ok." "And well... I don't know if I want to marry her." "Did you ask her to marry you?" "Well no, but...She's been waiting for me to ask that." "You left home when you were 17, Smitty. You're what, like nineteen now?" "Yeah..." "Well no one'd blame you." "But everyone else is talking about marrying, or at least asking someone to marry them and-" You sighed, "Smitty, do you love this girl?" "Yes." "Good. Then remember this, and listen closely. Just because you love someone doesn't mean you're ready to marry them." "But...everyone else's talking about getting married, or at least thinking about it!" He pouted a little, crossing his arms in exasperation. "Well..." You sighed, "You're young. No doubt, you've changed a little since you've last seen this girl. And...I'm sure she's changed too. Wars tend to have that effect, you know." He nodded, "She took a job in a munition factory before I left... Never thought she'd do something like that. I always saw her as like, I don't know, a doctor, or an engineer. Something big. But she took that job and said it was to help me." "See, even a little change like that... Now, maybe she's not ready to marry. After all, eighteen, nineteen is a bit young." He smiled a little, and you chuckled, "I'm sure you can hold off on it for a year or two, and she'd understand, right?" "Right."

"Right. Good." You crossed your arms, and you sighed, "Now, when you go home, you take that girl out to a dance, a park, go to the pictures because you'll have all the time in the world then. But don't you go running off to the courthouse because all those Donny's and Ald...I mean....Wicki's in the world are. You're young, you hardly know anything other than algebra and being a basterd. Grow up a little, get your feet back on the ground, find a job you like, and if you're ready, marry her." Smitty chuckled, and you shrugged, "And if fate has it that you're not ready, or she's not, or things have just changed too much, well, I'm sure there's a fair amount of girls that'd love a cheeky little basterd like you." He murmured with a soft smile, "I wish I had a mom like you..." Smitty almost stopped breathing, not intending to say that out loud. He looked at you with wide eyes, horrified at himself, "Sorry, I just, I-" His mother had passed away when he was young. He once (half drunkenly) commented that he was starting to forget her and didn't want to. "Wh...Oh, come here." You hugged him, and that was the closest Smitty had ever been to crying while at war. "And I shall like an invitation to that wedding." You smiled kindly as you let go. "Only if I get one to yours." He teased you, knowing all about you and Aldo. "Oh, hush now. Go on, a sleepless basterd's a useless basterd." "Uh huh, sure thing." He rolled his eyes with a sly grin as he headed to his corner. A night or two passed, and though you'd been convinced that the blizzard would let up soon, it didn't. The wind had picked up, howling like a pack of hungry wolves in the middle of the night. You woke up, though you were a heavy sleeper. You recognized Omar's snore, and...if Smitty was asleep he was dead to the world. You'd noticed throughout those days that when the wind got too loud, Hirschberg seemed more alert than usual. Before he was a basterd, he was just some kid stationed somewhere in Italy. One night, bombers flew overhead. Hirschberg was one of the few who stepped up, and rescued countless men, in spite of his age and lack of experience. One of those men was Aldo Raine, who was still a warrant officer then. Hirschberg wasn't the same after that night. He was soft-spoken, quite polite before then. But that night, he shouted down orders, pushed people around to save them. That night he became the basterd everyone knew now. Months later, he was the first basterd recruited by Lieutenant Aldo Raine. But since then, when he heard planes in the distance, he seemed as alert as he did now. Any loud, rumbling sound put him on edge. "oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit." You heard him begin to mumble in his sleep, sounding distressed as he began to thrash around. It wasn't the first time. You learned from Aldo that Hirschberg saw and heard the planes before him, and got up mumbling "oh shit" over and over, before anyone noticed. "Gerold! Gerold, it's only the wind!" You rushed to his side, just as he woke up in a cold sweat. He shot up, looking around as if he could see the planes.

Hirschberg generally tended to be distant when it came to you. He always had a guard up in general. All that seemed to fade away now. Seeing you by the warm dim light was a stark contrast to what he'd seen in his darkest night mare. "It's only the wind, love, just the wind!" He focused back on you, nodding slowly, catching his breath.

Suddenly that shield that he kept between him and the world seemed to collapse. His eyes softened, he wrapped his arms around you, and buried his face into your shoulder. You said nothing. Frankly, you didn't know what to say. You'd never seen him actually wake up from one of the nightmares. And you certainly weren't the one he talked to when things went rough. But there he was.

You were quiet for a while, then Omar suddenly piped up. "Y/n?" You muttered under your breath, "Oh for the love of..." You saw Utivich peeking through his blanket, and Omar starting to sit up. "What is it?" Smitty and Omar looked at each other, then nodded, as if silently agreeing on something. "Will you tell us a story?" "Fuck's sake, I'm English, not Mary bloody Poppins." "Please." You turned, and saw Hirschberg, with a slight, weary smile, and tired eyes. You sighed, and saw the eagerness in their sleepy eyes. You were a damn good spy before you were a basterd, and they loved hearing about it. "Alright." You sighed, though you smiled a little as you recounted, "So there I was. Standin' in the alps there, and I seen a convoy and thought, 'right...they're not supposed to be here any more than I am.' So I go down the bloody steeps, and what do I find?" "Nazis?" "Soviets? Oh! Rebels?" Hirschberg rolled his eyes, "Let Y/n tell the story, damn it." You chuckled, "Thank you, Gerold." You looked around, and went on with the story, "I see, what any spy would've been thrilled to see-" One by one, they all started to drift back off to sleep.

You didn't sleep until you were sure he was. The winds had died back down by then, hardly a whisper in the night. These were the basterds. They had their entire lives ahead of them, the world at their feet, and their heads in the clouds. If it were up to you, you'd never let anyone young as them anywhere near the war... But war went where it pleased, seeping into sleeping villages, busting into busy streets in summer nights, across oceans, and beyond the boundaries of humanity. You couldn't stop these things, but you'd do everything you could to make sure those basterds made it home. Even if it killed you. **** "Goddamn Kraut almost killed you!" Aldo was furious, and had already chewed out Smitty, Omar, and Hirschberg over it. "But, he didn't." You chuckled, handing over a scalp with your right hand, while your left arm bled profusely. He sighed, tossing the scalp aside, and taking your wounded arm in his hands. "You mustn't be so hard on them, darling." He sighed a little, and shook his head, "You're too damn nice, Y/n." He started to pour alcohol over the gunshot wound, trying to disinfect it. "They're boys, Aldo. I don't know why they're all the way out here. They're not even twenty years old. They can't even vote in your country, and here they are almost dying for it." "Damn good basterds." "I didn't say they weren't. I said they were boys." "You were trying to protect them, Y/n. This is war." "And what if I was? They've got mothers, fathers, weddings waiting for them. I haven't." "I was waiting." His voice was softer than you'd ever heard before. You looked up at him, and he shook his head. After a few moments, he was grinning a little, and remarked "Weddings, huh?" "Fucking hell." You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes as he pulled the bullet out. "Yeah, weddings." "Smitty been worrying about that girl, Abigail, again?" He wrapped gauze around your arm, and sat by you with a soft sigh. "I think I've finally set the record straight." He offered you a bottle, and as you took a sip, he chuckled, "You got a soft spot for em. Good heart." "Not always," you winked, and his arms wrapped around you carefully, trying not to hurt your arm. You rested your head in his chest, "What are you thinking, leftenant?" He smiled a little, remembering the day he learned (the hard way) that was the way some brits pronounced lieutenant. He shook his head, looking off into the distance, and hummed something. "Come off it, what's the matter?" He sighed, glancing at you. He couldn't lie to you. "If something happens...." "Something as in Donny hiding Hugo's knives and it goes too far....again....or something as in-" "I lost Andy, Simon, and Michael before you were here." "You had no control over that." Aldo shook his head, "You don't understand. You weren't there." "I'm here now." "If I lose em boys too..." "You won't." You seemed so certain about it, it struck him. "Y/n." "We won't." You promised him as you rested your hand over his. "I don't want you to get too...to love em so much... Cause if somethin' happens it'll hurt to have to say goodbye." "Nothing's going to happen. And, once this bloody war ends, we'll have to say goodbye anyway. Besides....you love me." "That's different." "Is it?" You mused with a sigh, and he chuckled, "Well, for one thing...if we talked about a wedding, everyone would say 'finally'. " "You don't like to talk about those things anyway." You shifted a little. You'd both been serious...as serious as a relationship could be in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a group of basterds, in the middle of a war. Once you so much as mentioned anything about 'after the war,' he seemed to change the subject. "I love you." "Hadn't noticed," you smirked a little, though he finally meant to say something. "I want to, Y/n...But if something happens to me, then what?" "Then Birmingham's waiting for me." "I don't want to promise to marry you...and then leave you widowed before we're even wed." You smiled a little, "I'd have to say yes first, wouldn't I?" A moment of hope knocked Aldo down for a moment, "Would you?" "Wouldn't you like to know." You smirked a little, though you knew the answer to it already. He drew a breath, shook his head, and hesitated for a moment, "War's a goddamn heartbreaker, Y/n." "And that's a shame, Aldo, really. But we don't get to choose which hearts it breaks. Not always anyway. We don't get to know how it ends. Who makes it in the end. But whoever does live gets to live according to their whims. Now, I suggest you get used to idea of getting back to your Smoky bloody Mountains, hunting or bootlegging or what have you, and I..." You looked at him, wondering what you would do if you made it. "I guess what I want to say is, you oughta make up your mind." "So you're givin' me an ultimatum, that it?" He smirked a little, thinking you loved him too much for that kind of thing. "Let me finish." You'd love to teach again... You'd seen your fair share of the world, and lived all the adventure to last you a lifetime and then some... "Y/n." But those stupid blue eyes, that scar, and that smirk had you second guessing your own ultimatum. He was about to play your game....but with his own rules. In fact... No rules. "Hold on," "Y/n." "What?!" He chuckled a little, but he meant each and every one of the following words: "Will you marry me?" "W-what?" Your voice grew softer. "Will you...marry me?" He got on one knee, though he didn't have a ring (yet). He had his heart to give, and that was all you really wanted. Before you could even answer, you heard "FINALLY!" You laughed, though Aldo grumbled. The sudden, though not unexpected, interruption was followed by a loud thrash and then a panicked, "FUCK A DUCK. DID I MISS IT?" ...followed by some hushing. Maybe it wasn't ideal...but it was all you ever wanted. "Yes." Aldo slowly got up, taking your hands in his. You looked into his eyes, both of you smiling, unable to believe he'd finally gotten around to it. As the basterds cheered and circled around, Aldo felt reassured for the first time in years. Somehow, the moment he looked into your eyes, he knew it would be alright. Everything would be alright. There would be no more lost basterds. No more planes overheard. No more bootlegging in Maynardville, Tennessee....at least, not as much. In that moment, somehow, you both seemed to understand things wouldn't be the same. Maynardville and Birmingham wouldn't be the same. Not after the war. But, so long as you were together, it didn't matter to either of you.

#Inglourious Basterds #inglourious basterds imagine #inglourious basterds preference #aldo raine #aldo the apache #aldo raine x reader #smithson utivich #Omar Ulmer #gerold hirschberg #Hirschberg

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steponmepinkjun · 3 years ago

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I NEVER FINISHED MY STORY OMG. ok so i left off at being too proud to tell my friend she was right and kpop fucked hard. the difference between u and me is that i’m too good of a liar. too good. i kept up the “i hate kpop it’s cringe” facade for ALMOST TWO WHOLE YEARS, I SHIT YOU NOT. why? bc my dumb ass, extra ass, dramatic ass self thought “ok if i’m gonna have to deal with the embarrassment of admitting i’m wrong, i better do it in such an extra ass way it’ll knock ur socks off so hard that YOULL be the one embarrassed not me.” the original plan was to learn the entire choreography to bts dope, bc it’s the song that she told me to listen to and inevitably the song that got me into them, but later switched to bts fire bc i saw too many of those “choreo matches w any song” videos, and then her birthday party came up. and here’s the real kicker. her birthday is April Motherfuckin Fools. so it would be So Perfect for me to reveal my kpopism as a birthday present And a april fools prank in one. so i was Set on the Reveal being on april 1st, but the day rolls around and god that choreo is so fucking hard and i am Not a dancer. never have been. so i abandon that and go ykno what… i’ll do it Next Year. BC MY BITCHASS WAS LIKE NO THE MOMENT IS TOO PERFECT TO DO IT ON A NORMAL ASS DAY ITS GONNA BE ON APRIL FOOLS ON HER GODDAMN BIRTHDAY OR NOT AT ALL. a year rolls by, i’ve told most of our friends except her and they’re all in on it, i’d made so many subtle kpop references to her without her realising they were fully intentional and had too many scares where she almost figured me out but i lied my way out of it, and i’d given up on showing off with choreography bc i couldn’t make that shit look good. i’m not a dancer. i am, however, a rapper, and a damn good one, so i inhaled the agust d mixtape and decided i’d just rap the eminem of kpop’s anthem at her face. in korean. and change the lyrics at the end (if u haven’t listened to agust d, the bridge repeats “i’m sorry” a lot) to “i’m sorry i kept this from u for so long” and “i’m sorry i actually ult got7 not bts” (this was like the april after skz debuted ok i was holding onto got7 for dear life knowing full well skz we’re going to convert me smh) and the best part? she never saw it coming. her official present was a cd with a bunch of kpop on it but she thought it was just a personalised mixtape for her so i told her to play the first song out loud and she knew the song Instantly. it has a long intro so she was like “i guess u did listen when i recommended u this song!! i knew you’d like it since u like rap so much!!” and then i started rapping and i shit u not. she started SCREAMING. like the initial reaction was her jaw dropping and then instinctively covering her mouth but when i kept going and she realised i wasn’t fucking around she just fucking screamed like a banshee. at the end during the sorry bit i threw off my jacket to reveal a got7 shirt on the inside and she fell off her chair and started rolling around on the floor. needless to say it was every bit as satisfying as i thought it’d be LMAOOOO afterwards her ass was like “I CANT BELIEVE U HID THIS FROM ME FOR OVER A YEAR” and when i tried to explain my ego couldn’t take the “i told u so” she was like “you know i wouldn’t have made fun of you for it right? i would just be glad you’re not hating on my boys anymore” so basically i’m a big dramatic fool and she was always too good for me.

don’t mind the weird spaces here my ipad is being all fucky wucky w me rn. damn sad to hear ur sideblog experience didn’t go so well, i’d have shown u the cool side of the fandom if i knew 😤😤 leading u thru the cursed halls of kpop stan tumblr like a sketchy tour guide that’s actually 3 small raccoons stacked on top of each other like a trench coat, like “over here we have the fanfic writers that honestly need to publish a book, over here we have the gif makers that are responsible for my entire camera roll, if we take a quick swerve past the death threat anons and the twt fanwar screenshots - mind ur feet bub the 14 year olds were tryna make a grab for ur ankles - ah here’s the holy grail of shitposts, you might be here for hours, to the right we have the weird aussie side of the fandom that projects our childhoods onto chanlix but also all the members as we decide what their life in australia would’ve been like, and down there is a secret trapdoor to the blogs w endless random headcanons that will make you laugh, cry or blush depending on if the author woke up and decided to choose violence today. enjoy your Stay!” but then again i’m not so active on tumblr anymore (ngl you’ve become the highlight of my tumblr experience these days, interaction wise,) so maybe all my Local Hotspots are inactive now. i know a bunch of them are, it’s sad. “i don’t fw stan twitter for the same reason i don’t hang out in meth dens” oop. guess i’m a meth addict. no but i get u i rly do, it’s a hellhole out there, but the fact that things get shared and spread a lot easier than on tumblr and how short most things have to be (therefor keeping up w my adhd attention span without having to resort to the mental torture that is tiktok, with the added bonus of not always needing headphones.) that i just. couldn’t leave if i tried. maybe i should try being active on tumblr again but it’s a dying site in comparison.

“their music doesn’t consistently hit for me as much as skz” i’m sorry we can’t be friends anymore. what. what. you don’t dramama ramama ramama hey? you don’t feel a little jealousyyyyyy, naega anin? you don’t shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, or aremdaeun love killa love killa? you can’t be your hero du du du du du du du du du dududu? u disappoint me. literally like everyone i know who likes skz music likes mx music like it’s a rite of Passage. they’re kindred spirits, monsta x music is like skz’s music’s cool but mildly heterosexual older brother. neither of them know what a bad song is it runs in the family. and both their music runs in my VEINS. whenever i describe my music taste they’re always the first two that come to mind, skz being my number 1 bc they are my best boys but mx bc of the Flavour. pls listen to the entire the code album then get back to me 😤🙌 ok but fr ur so right they are 7 of the finest men i ever seen (yes i say 7 bc i’m including wonho cause he deserved better and i’ll die on my ot7 bullshit.) like don’t get me started on them either LOL i LITERALLY downloaded that one insta video of changkyun working out his back n arm muscles w his tattoo showing bc i needed that shit saved for Science. they could do Anything w me like frfr. yes vixx is the bdsm contract group i’m telling ya they wildin. or at least they were. it’s been years since their last comeback idk what they’re doing anymore tbh. and yeah that makes sense, savouring the hyperfixation i feel it, but also i’m so attached to skz that i never let it die. like i hyperfixate on other things and other groups but i will Always go back to skz cause they’re my homeboys. hell, they’re my home. being a predebut stay i’ve spent more time w skz than most of my actual family members at this point. but that’s just me you do u boo xx just know that if ur anything like me ur never letting go once skz it’s been my longest lasting fixation cause they hit like Nothing Else Do. ik i’ve already said that but i cannot stress it enough. they’re really special. i’m gonna stop here before i get all sappy and emotional bc i really love those boys so fucking much and i don’t drop the L bomb often. SIDE NOTE I WOULD LIKE TO SEE UR LIST OF GROUPS RANKED BY THORSt. i need to judge ur Taste. and omg cat&dog is such a guilty pleasure song bc the lyrics make me cringe so much bc while pet play can be fun they be doing it in more of an “i’m an innocent soft dogboy uwu” kinda way that just Does Not Sit Right with me. it comes back to the objectifying of asians that asians themselves don’t help in industries like these and maybe i’m looking too far into it when rly it is just wholesome n cute or maybe they are into some pet play shit idk idc i will bop to the song regardless but i will not acknowledge the lyrics nope.

YOURE RIGHT THO SKZ’S OPENNESS IS IN FACT, A BIG DEAL, i’ll grab them for u if u want but i found these twt threads of skz supporting the lgbt community and i just felt a special kind of happiness man like sure the delusional part of me likes going “haha they’re gay” bc my brain likes to imagine them as my polycule of mlm boyfriends bc sometimes thats what gives me the serotonin to get me thru the day ok don’t judge but also bc it’s nice knowing that yes i’ll never know them personally, but at least i can support them knowing they’d respect my gender identity and my pronouns, they’d respect who i choose to love, and that’s already more than the general public can say so shit, it is special! it’s special that they don’t treat being cishet like the norm - they constantly remove gender from their songs and speech entirely, they don’t assume all stays are female anymore, we don’t talk abt the babygirls incident cause we got babystays in the end outta that ok, and it’s just. so refreshing and important to me bc i can’t get that anywhere else!! like my semi ults are the boyz and while i love them very much and there’s no way all 11 of them are straight i refuse, i do get just a little bit sad whenever they she/her their fandom by default and call them their girlfriends n shit even tho i do still identify as a girl, i’m also genderfluid/nonbinary/transmasc, and i have a very love/hate relationship w my womanhood and rarely use she/her pronouns, cause it’s like, do you not see me? see us? the ones who aren’t cishet women? i mean i know kevin does bc he congratulated a fan who came out as nb but it’s just not the same as the openness we get w skz. like how do i trust cishets i could be supporting them as a queer person when in reality they’d call me a slur. what would i know, behind the screen? so it’s so good that skz go the extra mile to make it a safe space for everyone. this is already long enough i will reply to the second half of that ask in another message… tomorrow cause it’s 1am and i’m tired gn -felix bi anon

I'mma have to start putting these under a readmore so that i don't absolutely make everything who is still following me for some reason go totally fucking insane 😂

NDJDHWJJAHFNAKBSJSBFBHHDBDNAJD YOU HAVE NO IDEA THE FACES I WAS MAKING READING THIS, I WAS FUCKING CACKLING AND GASPING EVERY OTHER SENTENCE SO HARD THAT I SCARED THE CATS NDJWHSHSB the fact that you went "oh you want me to get into kpop? Give me a hot minute, and I'll give you a whole ass private concert for free" biduehsjdbd biiiiiiiiiiitch you're a fucking ICON, I stg I could NEVER 😂 (and not just because I couldn't find a tune if you gave me a printed set of Google maps directions and that I embody the steriotype that white people can't dance, like my sister kept sensing me tiktoks of the whole "dance like a white girl" trend going lmfao look it's you and eventually I was like "sis please this trend has me feeling like being white is a disability and these mothafuckers are being ableist 😭 also I could NEVER be that on beat so yall ain't even doin it right 😭😭😭😭"). Tbh if I told one of my friends (lol what friends, i got jokes) to get into Skz and they showed up at my bday and performed the entirety of I Got It I would simply shower them in money and go "aight everyone else go home, you are no longer needed, you are being laid off, your position has been eliminated, we're downsizing, the company is moving up and you're moving out, you are not qualified for this role any longer, best of luck with future endeavors" 😊

I think part of the reason I can't deal w Twitter is the exact reason I refuse to leave tumblr, in that I've been on tumblr since 2006 and twt since 2008, and tumblr literally has not changed at all, not even a little, whereas going from the early days of twt where there were no corporate sponsorships or ads and you had to manually copy and paste someone's tweet and @ them to retweet it, to how it is now, like 90% ads and showing me shit from the timelines of people I don't even fuckin follow n whatnot, it's just not enjoyable. Idk how anyone finds anything on twt, it confuses and frustrates me because I am old and have not adapted well to technology changing 😂 But arguably, the skz fanbase doesn't want me on skztwt anyways so like it works for both of us lmfaooo. I am old and cringey, and also still think of twt as stream of consciousness whereas tumblr is your teenage bedroom where you can decorate the walls with anything that interests you. I do really love the nonsensical kpoptwt shitposts tho fhshsbdjjss like it is a very specific flavor of mental instability that I enjoy immensely 😂 OH and also I initially misread part of that and thought you were saying you actually irl do meth and I was like 😳 WHAT DO I SAY TO THAT. HOW DO I HANDLE THIS. Like how do I express like "I wasn't being judgy of people who use substances cause I've been there but I was just being insensitive 😳" And then went back and reread it and was like WHEW, IM JUST AN ILLITERATE FOOL 😂😂😂😂 ejeywhdhrhjwbfbdjshdhdhd I spent like an hour bwign like "IS THE REASON WE GET ALONG BECAUSE THEY'RE ON METH???? WHAT DO I DO WITH THIS INFORMATION??????" hrhehshe I am literally a fuckin idiot it's fine

It's not that I don't fw them, it's more like... Okay so like there is no situation in which I am going to skip a skz song if it comes on shuffle. You will not ever catch me NOT in the mood to listen to Sunshine, if God's Menu comes on we are THROWIN the meager amount of booty meat I got hither and thither, I could be in the happiest mood of my life but if Ex comes on I will stop to SOB. And I'm not like that with most music, so mx just falls into the category of "there is a time and place." Idk why but it just doesn't forcibly grab hold of my heart and ass the way skz always does. I really don't WANT my skz fixation to ever end, but I know that eventually it'll stop giving me dopamine bevause my brain is my worst fucking enemy 🙃 like my arcana fixation is to date the longest running hyperfixation I've ever had, going on almost three years, and I used to not be able to spend every single second of every day thinking about Asra, but now... I just feel nothing when I look at arcana stuff. As you can probz tell by the fact that I hardly post arcana anymore 😂 So I know that eventually all my happiness will end, it always does, I can never stay just as obsessed with something as I was for long. I CANT SHARE THE LIST BECAUSE I DONT *HAVE* TASTE YET 😭 I'm basically just compiling a list of any group someone tells me I should look into, ranked by how strong the kitty purred upon googling pics of them 😂 My mom read my ass to FILTH over txt lmfao she was like "they're not that adorable. Maybe your standard for adorableness has gone down with You Know Who still on hiatus 🤔" bfjwhdhd like MOMMAAAAA THE LIBRARY IS CLOSED 😂 she attacks me any time I even hint at stanning other groups, she is a skz purist and stans skz only, unofficial Momma Stay of All Stays keeping me in check lmfao.

I feel like skz really do follow thru on their promise that they're a safe space for stays, it's nice to see that they hold space for anyone and everyone in their fanbase and do it in a really simple and elegant way, I feel. Like they never make it seem like "okay here are the fans and here are the token weirdos that were only recognizing to make a buck off of them" the way a lot of artists make it feel like 😑 like they don't go out of their way to act like it's some revolutionary act to do the bare minimum of not shitting on certain parts of the fandom, if that makes sense. They feel very "yeah, of course we love all our stays, this is a welcoming space for literally anyone, that's how it should be, that should be normal," instead of like "Hi fans we love you 😊 and special shoutout to you ell gee bee tee folk, make sure to buy my rainbow merch after the show!!!" you know? Like, they're the friends who would never make you feel weird or different for some shit, the friends that take the attention off you if something they know ur sensitive about comes up, instead of weirdly snapping at whoever brought the unfomfy thing up which ruins the mood and makes you feel tiwce as bad, yk? They just give off this vibe that they, and the space they create with their music, is just a genuine and chill place to be and hang out and relax and bond. I feel like they'd be the friend group that is so goofy and sweet and silly and accepting and lovely and always makes you feel loved and excited to be alive 🥺 They are all good noodles 🥺🥺🥺

#felix-bi-anon #asksteppie

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yakumtsaki · 5 years ago

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Well guys, it’s that time of year again. To recap, Jojo is still not a werewolf, Wyatt has shattered every record of incompetence and still not reached the top of his career, noogiesexual Shajar got dumped by Sophie Miguel and befriended a vampire, Cyneswith continues to date black-lipstick-broken-face-template flop Don Oates, Wulf grew up in the most iconic outfit of all time, and we got a new cat named Alcibiades for D’vorah to mate with since she refused to have kittens with poor Sweets. So let’s pick up right where we left off, which is of course the endless battle of getting D’vorah to procreate..

-Come on sweetie, we got a new boy toy just for you, get on with it, you’re almost an elder!

-NEVER! I’m a direct descendant of Zoroaster’s cat herself, I’ll never sully my bloodline with the genetic material of some pound mutt! You find me an appropriate mate before I go full Henry VIII!

STOP MIXING HISTORICAL REFERENCES AND FUCK ALCIBIADES ALREADY. His name undercuts my point but still.

-Do we have any custom blue fur paint for my balls?

ALCIBIADES SHUT UP. You assholes are by far the worst generation of pets yet, the two cat losers are bad enough but then add fucking Maxx to the mix-

-AND FORGET ABOUT IT. Look who’s getting along all of a sudden!

-Yes, now that it’s become clear that this cat legacy shitshow is crumbling, I’ve stopped beating up the cats because I will look like a bully kicking them while they’re down. It’s part of my image revamp to get the audience behind a dog legacy! 🐶

Maxx, nothing personal, but I hate you more than you can possibly imagine. Let’s check in with the humans, I’m sure they will be totally normal, likable and stable as always-

-I can see your beating heart with my x-ray vision. I want to eat it.

-Yay, let my sister eat your heart! 💗

-Stop patronizing me, you little bitch, I can get my own hearts to eat.

-I just get excited when we do things together! 💗

-GAWD GTFO CYNESWITH, you’re ruining my Aztec sacrifice!!!

-Ah, to be middle aged and in love, with your terrible children about to fuck off to college at any minute.. Looking at you, Wulf. Literally looking at you.

Somehow that is already enough checking in with the humans for one update?

-HAHA I GOT YOU! GIMME IT!! YOU DON’T EVEN NEED IT

-LEAVE MY HEART ALONE, SHAJAR, I KEEP TELLING YOU IT’S A VITAL ORGAN

-No it’s not, the paper that got my father kicked out of the mad scientist association said so!

They hated Jojo because he told them the truth.

These two are actually getting along great and I get my hopes up that Shajar will stop being a literal incel! Let’s all join together in prayer-

-Did someone say ‘prayer’?

GODDAMMIT SOPHIE YOU HAVEN’T SHOWED UP AT ALL AND YOU CHOOSE THIS MOMENT TO MAKE YOUR GHOST DEBUT?? FUCK OFF

-HAHA I was waiting for a situation where my appearance would hinder the biggest amount of sin!!!!

UGH you’ve gotten even more religious in death?!

-Of course I have, what do you think heaven does to your faith?

How the fuck are you both in heaven and wandering the earth as an apparition?

-My spirit takes earth vacations to cockblock!

Well at least you’re dying how you lived: pissing me off.

And of course Maxx goes in for the kill with his ‘good doggie’ routine, terminally distracting Blueshirt Whatshername from Shajar’s heart-eating charms. As always, big thanks to our pets, both alive and dead.

End of the road, Shajar! Enjoy this dancing scholarship that you hilariously earned during all the outings I forced you into to get rid of your incelitude.

As Shajar leaves for college a kissless noogiesexual, I decide to try and solve at least one of my problems, and that problem is called Don fucking Oates. So we call Lakshmi back, hoping she has forgiven me for our last tense interactions-

-I have not.

Wow ok well now you’re just being petty, you saddled me with Don Oates, don’t be a sour winner. Now is there anyone out there that can potentially beat Cyneswith and Don’s natural 3 bolts???

-Nop.

LAKSHMI COME ON, YOU’RE NOT LOOKING HARD ENOUGH

-I’m telling you, there isn’t anyone else, they’re a perfect match!

Well I refuse to accept that reality, so hit us with your best shot.

-Whatever, it’s your money.

I mean technically it’s Jojo’s and maybe I shouldn’t be spending it so freely..

-Daddy wouldn’t have a problem with it! 💗

Yea he sure wouldn’t, Cyn, since he’s literally this post.

IS THAT ANOTHER TRICOU LOVECHILD AND THE LAMEST ONE TO BOOT???

-Yup.

HARD PASS.

-Je suis back et je non get prόmόted agàin! :D

Another hugely successful day for Wyatt as usual. Honestly as long as you don’t get fired or demoted for a third time, whatever.

-Sό je can go to sleepé?? :D

Yea sure, it’s not like there’s anything for you to do around here now that the kids have grown up. Not that you ever did anything to begin with-

-Oui oui, all tres fascinàting, bonne nuit now!

Oh actually wait, I do need you to do something before you go to sleep for 16 hours.

-Quoi???

-Ohh, le pόrtait de le morté!

Le portrait de le morte indeed. Jojo is predictably super into his death portrait being painted, as one is. Seriously what are you doing.

-Composing a tragic opera about myself, what else.

On a casio??

-I could afford a concert piano but it wouldn’t fit into this pathetically tiny house you built, would it?

Ok I get where you’re coming from, but in my defense, given your youthful days, who the fuck could had anticipated you evolving into a financially successful and mentally stable adult instead of a bankrupt lunatic that eats his own feces?

-Oui, that’s what Shajàr est going to be! Huhu!

-HAHAHAHA oh Wyatt, you’re so attractive when you’re insulting our two terrible children. Where is that little goblin anyway?

Omfg you assholes, she went off to college yesterday.

-She did??? About time! One down, one to go. If only Cyneswith could stay here forever :(

-Oui :(

-________-

Speaking of, let’s try this one more time. Lakshmi please, for the love of god, give us something I can work with.

-Alright fine, you wore me down. Ask..

-..and you shall receive.

OMG YAS RICKY CORMIER, I LOVE HIM AND HIS FACE TEMPLATE. What the fuck are you wearing, Rick? Don’t dress up on our account.

-I was teleported here right from work, where the fuck am I???

That’s a great question Rick, you’re in our front yard on a date with our resident 10 nice points freakshow, Cyneswith. And I see that you have 7 nice points to Don’s 4, so you crazy kids just go ahead and hit it right off now!

-Not if I have anything to do with it!

VICTOR NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR GHOST BINGO, FUCK OFF

-It’s always the time for ghost bingo.

I try my best to make this date go well but Ricky isn’t into Cyneswith AT ALL. It’s honestly pretty offensive and I hate him now.

‘I’ve had better dates’, you’re like 15, Casanova, calm down. What a twerp.

With that last doomed attempt to break her and Don up, the time has come for Cyneswith to fuck off to college as well, and yes, Don is coming with us to be endlessly cheated on by Miss 20 Simultaneous Lovers/Grey Hair turn on. Fuck both mine and Don’s lives.

As if my failure to perform a Donectomy wasn’t bad enough, what does Wyatt get the day he’s finally guaranteed to be promoted, BUT ANOTHER FUCKING CHANCE CARD, WITH WHICH HE HAS A 2 OUT OF 2 FLOPPING SCORE. One of them got him demoted, the other got him fired, it took us forever to get him the 9 fucking friends he needed, so this is just terrific. Istg I could go to a police academy in real life, graduate, join the force, rise up through the ranks and become a superhero in less time than it has taken Wyatt to do it. Here goes nothing but Wyatt’s hopes and dreams..

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FINALLY

F I N A L L Y.

OMFG.

I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT WAS LEGIT HARDER THAN KOMEI’S 6 PETS CAREER ONE, FUCKING HELL WYATT.

What a sight for sore eyes. 2 days before elderhood, but we did it, mon bebe! I’m so proud of us, but mainly me, for not giving up and making you a househusband which I know realize I should had done, because you’re so gonna destroy this city.

-Je will savé la city! First ordér of enterprisé, àpprehending le killér seriàl knόwn as Dr. Gingér Violetté! ⭐

Oh boy. Good luck with that!

#gen 2 #ts2

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lokisasylum · 5 years ago

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If you’re a Taehyung stan, please read this

Okay, at first i wasn’t gonna talk about this because its kind of a touchy subject, a little controversial and honestly I don’t feel like giving clout to this person. So for the sake of this post I will not even mention her name.

(No, no, wait. Don’t get any wrong ideas. This has nothing to do with Shipping Wars or the whole Tae-hates-Jimin-agenda blahblahblah.)

I don’t know if you guys have noticed that a fairly new youtuber arose with this weird AF channel, messy as hell videos and honestly people in general were ignoring her, almost little to no views and zero comments.

But what drew my attention was that in the past days (5-6 days or so), she suddenly starts mentioning Taehyung in her videos (title and all) along with L*e J*nghyun of CN//Blue. And the first thing that came to my mind was:

“Oh my god... not this shit again with the whole B*rning S*n issue and people still trying to connect Tae into this whole mess.”

Because we KNOW how hard people have been trying to create scandals out of nothing for BTS. So, of course I stupidly clicked on it to see what it was all about.

AND HO-BOY ....WAS THIS ALOT TO UNPACK...

So this girl, who is NOT Korean (could be American, but I’m not sure), Is dead-ass alleging to have not only met Le* J*nghyun through tumblr was it? (and maybe later on they kept chatting elsewhere) But that she somehow got into an ONLINE RELATIONSHIP with him for a span of 4 years. A relationship that, according to her, became toxic real quick. Making her a victim of (online) abuse by this Idol.

Now, you might be wondering: “Okay, but what the fuck does this have to do with Taehyung?”

So get this.

This girl?? Is not only claiming to have been in an ONLINE relationship with a Korean Idol that she says she met on tumblr or whatever. But she is also stating that Taehyung is a direct witness to this “relationship”. Because according to her, she and Tae have been “really close friends/best friends (ONLINE)” since 2015 and they have this “special bond/relationship” where Taehyung supposively used to call her on her cellphone frequently.

BUT NOT ONLY THAT!

That Taehyung himself tried to stop or warn her about getting into that relationship with J*nghyun. That he “called her the same day that she accepted” and now “regrets not waiting a few minutes longer” to for his call, otherwise “she wouldn’t have accepted.”

OH MAN HOLYSHIT, BATMAN!

I know!

This all sounds like some deep ass AO3/Wattpad level, Idol/fem!reader, scenario type of shit.

But wait! THERE’S MORE.

This girl is reaching SO FAR that she made up this WHOLE ASS analysis/theory stating the following:

- That Taehyung has been living with a lot of regrets since then. (Funny she would say this, when there’s a post she wrote on her twitter saying that she didn’t recognize Taehyung UNTIL RECENTLY since she “met him in 2015 [ONLINE] before he became famous” as if BTS debuted in 2015 instead of 2013. So her story is full of contradictions all over)

- That whenever he sings, he is singing TO HER.

- That all of his solo songs (Stigma, Singularity, 4 O’ Clock, Scenery and even Winter Bear) were ALL written by him, ABOUT HER and what she went through and the guilt he “still feels” for not being able “to save her”. So this “makes her happy” to know that “Tae still thinks about her all the time.” (When WE, as ARMY, KNOW that Namjoon is the one who wrote Stigma based on Demian, 4 O’ Clock which is a song Tae secretly dedicated to JIMIN, and Singularity. Whereas Tae wrote and composed the last two [Though he did needed help from Namjoon for Winter Bear since its 100% in english and he didn’t know if he had worded it correctly].)

That the reason WHY Taehyung refuses to speak of the issue is because Le* J*nghyun’s company is secretly blackmailing/threatening BTS/Bighit to keep quiet (But how could she possibly know this when she doesn’t speak Korean, has never been to Korea and doesn’t seem to have any online friends in the kpop fandom. Much less K-armys unless she’s following or buying info from sasaengs and EVEN THEN--).

But if you think that’s bad/borderline delulu???

The worse part is that she has both a Twitter and Instagram where she writes these things EVERY SINGLE DAY, AT EVERY HOUR. Talks about Taehyung ALOT and in a very creepy, almost stalker-ish matter (also, she ONLY speaks of Taehyung, she never mentions the other members by name, only BTS as a whole/group). And uses every single trending topic/hashtag she can find for the day to bring attention to her posts.

If the trending topic is TrumpsImpeachment? She’s using that.

MentalHealthAwareness? Yep, been there done that.

sexscandal and politics? She’s using those too.

EmpoweringHumanity? BreastCancerAwareness? She’s using it.

A new Anime trending?? She’s on it.

OH AND DID I MENTIONED THAT SHE IS TAGGING BTS AND TAEHYUNG TOO ON THESE POSTS?

NO?

WELL SHE IS.

*EXHALE....*

I... don’t know what this girl is trying to prove, I dunno if she’s just a regular clout chaser/anti spreading rumors/overly obsessed fan cause she is even calling herself “one of many Armys”. And I honestly found it so offensive from her part to be calling herself an ARMY so freely, while at the same time saying that she was gonna expose Taehyung and get him dragged into this scandal one way or another if he, himself, doesn’t "come clean” on his own.

And the reason why I won’t mention her name here is because this is slowly starting to blow up and a lot of people (from different fandoms and even NON-Kpop fans) have started calling her out on her bullshit while also reporting her accounts for slander. I can give you the name through private message, but not here.

So if you guys ever come across something like this or this person and it seems shady as hell. Don’t give the person any attention, just do the typical thing we do: Ignore, Report, Block, and Walk Away (If you can send a screenshot to K-armys to have them report it to Bighit, do so as well).

Don’t engage, because its very clear that this girl is hungry for attention and I’ve seen her use the “mental illness” and “race card” (since she is also a po*c) way too many times in her defense. So for all we know, she could be just trying to provoke the fandom/s and cause a reaction or get a few to attack her directly so that she can come around and drag everyone like it has happened before.

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UPDATE: After receiving much backlash & hostility for her behavior, the girl had no choice but to come clean with her claims. And admitted that she did in fact made everything up from the beginning and in addition also admitted to having a serious (personal/emotional/mental) problem which made her believe (in her mind) that she really did have this relationship with an Idol whom she has never met.

#Taehyung #kim taehyung #bts taehyung #vmin #taekook #Army #bts army #vhope #vope #tae stan #bts #bangtan #taejin #taegi #bantansonyeondan

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kpopmalereader · 5 years ago

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suprise ; kim mingyu

• summary: mingyu proposes to you at your concert • pairing: kim mingyu x male!reader • word count: 1436 • to do

You roll your shoulders back slowly and watch yourself in the mirror as you go step-by-step through your dance. You notice the people moving around you but don't pay any attention to them, focusing too much on making the moves perfect. Mingyu leans against a pole behind you and watches you, smiling about as wide as his face will allow. He gets ready to walk up to you when you do a miniature end-pose but stops when you shake your head in disappointment and restart the song.

He walks closer behind you and tilts his head to the side. “Baby.”

“Mingyu!” You pull your headphones off and jump in his arms, forgetting your imperfect (at least in your mind it's imperfect) dance. “What are you doing here? I thought you were busy.”

“There is nothing in this world that would make me too busy to come to my boyfriend's first tour date.” He kisses your lips softly, his smile staying just as wide. “I wanted to surprise you.”

You shake your head and hug him tightly, swaying side to side. “I'm definitely surprised. I can't believe this. Thank you for coming.”

“You said this date was important to you, I want to be there for important dates in your life.”

“You are, by far, the sweetest person I have ever known.” You kiss his chin as he kisses your nose and shake your head. “How long have you been here? How long were you watching?”

He falls back on the chair beside you, holding you on his lap. “Just that one song. The real question is how long have you been practicing that one song?”

You tilt your head to the side and sigh. “Longer than I feel like admitting. I feel like it's not as good as it should be.”

“You are one of the most talented and amazing performers I have ever watched. That song was perfect the first time you performed it and it will be perfect every time.”

“You think so?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“I don't know you.” You laugh quietly and lean forward. “Really, though?”

He laughs, holding your face between his hands. “Yes! You're such a talented performer, be confident in yourself.”

You nod slowly. “I can do this. I've been doing this for months. I've been touring the world, why am I worried about the one in the country I debuted in?”

He smiles and kisses your nose. “Everybody gets nervous at some point or the other.”

“No!” You grab at your chest and dramatically fall backward. “I'm supposed to be confident and self-assured! I'm the best of all time and I should feel it!”

He catches you and nods quickly. “That's the attitude you need!”

“I was joking.”

“I'm not.”

“Makeup,” Your leader gestures you over and waves at Mingyu. “Hey, sorry, I need to take him away for a little bit.”

Mingyu groans and rolls his eyes so hard you're afraid he's going to give himself a headache, releasing you to go get ready. You kiss the top of his head and pat his shoulder.

“Are you going to be in the crowd or by the side?” You ask, leaning back to make eye contact with him. “If I can't get back before the show starts?”

“In the crowd, right up front.” He smiles and chews on his bottom lip as you walk away.

The show starts after a few minutes and you're ushered out onto the stage almost immediately after all of your makeup is done. You try to look for Mingyu during your performance, spotting him through the first two songs, but losing him as you perform your third group song. The rest of your members perform their solo and duo songs, only your solo song and the final group song left before the end of the concert.

About halfway through your song, the song stops and the lights flicker off. Your mic cuts in and out and you look around, slightly frantic. The lights come back on but your song doesn't start again and you start talking to the audience, trying to diffuse the tension until you get some sort of sign from the stagehands or your manager.

A worker at the front of the stage gestures for you and you lean down, trying to hear what they're saying over the murmurs and screams from the crowd. A loud cheer rolls through the crowd and you look around, glancing between you. Under the bright lights and difference in hues, you have to stand fully and squint to see who it is.

Shock and confusion washes over you when you make out Mingyu's face and you take a few steps closer to him, eyebrows pulled down. You silently gesture your question towards him and he smiles, a bit nervous, as the lights come on fully. He holds his hand out for you and holds a microphone in his other hand, trying to ease both his and your nerves.

“Y/N,” He breathes deeply and takes a couple steps towards you, letting your hand fall into his. “I'm sure you of all people know that I've been in love with you since we first met. Everything you do amazes me to no end, and I don't know what I would do without you.”

Everything starts to click and tears start to form in your eyes. You grip his hand tightly and try your hardest to listen to his words.

“I know this probably isn't the way you expected this to happen, but I don't think I can keep the secret from you anymore.” He takes a step closer and squeezes your hand once before letting it go. He pulls the ring out of his back pocket, getting on one knee. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, wake up to you every morning, be tackled by you when we haven't seen each other for days, late night calls, tears, smiles, laughs, messes, every good thing, every bad thing. I want to be there for it all. Y/N Y/L/N, would you please, make me the happiest man on this planet and happiest being on every other planet that may or may not be out there, we'll discuss that again later, and be my husband?”

“Yes.” You smile widely and nod. “Yes, of course, I wouldn't want it any other way.”

He slips the ring on your finger and holds the microphone away from him, knowing you well enough to know when you feel the urge to tackle him in a hug. You hug him as tightly as you can, gripping on to his shirt.

“I love you.” You repeat the words quite a few times, not forming any other coherent thoughts. “I was not expecting this at all.”

“Good.” He kisses you hastily, just about smashing your lips together. “I had more of a speech planned, but everything went out of the window when I saw you.”

“I'm crying but I can't feel the tears.” You shake your head and dab at your eyes. “This is why they were searching for the waterproof eyeliner, and why I was put last on the schedule. I didn't even know you had a ring. I didn't even know you were thinking about proposing. When did you have time to plan all of this?”

He laughs at your stream of questions and ushers you off stage, kissing you again before he answers. “I'm not going to lie; I bought the ring like two months before you left for your tour.”

“That long?” You wipe at your eyes again, no longer worried about smudging any of your makeup. “I'm just that oblivious, aren't I?”

“I was trying really hard to hide it.” He kisses you once again and chews on his lip. “Do you like the ring? I spent a long time looking for it and talked to all of your friends, your band-mates, I even got in touch with some of your family.”

“That's adorable.” You blink a few times, tears finally slowing down. “I love you so much, have I mentioned that yet?”

“Just a few times. I love you too. My fiancé. My future husband. My wonderful, beautiful, amazing, soulmate.”

“We are going to have to talk about the 'may or may not exist' comment, though. We'll have to buff that out before any planning. Oh my god! We're going to have a plan a wedding, we're going to get married, Mingyu we're going to have a wedding.”

He laughs loudly and nods a few times. “That's part of what the ring means.”

#seventeen #kpop #kpop scenario #seventeen x reader #male reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #mingyu #kim mingyu #kpop male reader #kpop x reader #kpop x male reader #seventeen male reader #mingyu x reader #mingyu x male reader #mingyu x male!reader #kim mingyu x male reader #kim mingyu x male!reader

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sugasmainn · 5 years ago

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Home [Jungkook One Shot]

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.8K

Warning(s): Mention of sex and death

Summary: The light and love of his life Y/N. The thought of her made him fall more and more in love with her, but the worry of each call and each visit being the last made it hurt. Having a girlfriend overseas can be hard, but when she is serving in the military, the added worry can make it harder.

A/N: As a child of a veteran and it being the Fourth of July, I though this would be an interesting spin. Also, the inspiration behind this prompt was the new BTS song “Lights”, which I highly recommend you listening too who reading this, as I did while writing it. I hope you guys enjoy!

“You’re going to do amazing tonight Jungkook. You always do. There’s no need to stress, okay?” His girlfriend, Y/N told him through FaceTime.

“I know Y/N. It would be easier for me to feel at ease if you were here with me, though. I miss you so much” He said back to her.

“Just one more month Kookie” she responded back, finishing up pinning the last pin on her blazer. FORMATION IN TEN. “I have to go sweetie. They’re calling us down. I love you so much, and I’ll call you later, okay?”

“Okay babe. Be careful, and I love you too” Jungkook said ending the call. Y/N was serving in the United States Army and was finishing up her last year in her contract. They met while she was on her first tour, which was in South Korea. Ever since bumping into each other in the bagel shop early that Thursday morning, they’ve been inseparable, despite the distance. Jungkook thought it was amazing of her, to serve her country the way she did, even though people in both his and her family said that it’s not something a ‘woman is supposed to do’. He was so proud of her and bragged about her often.

Hoseok saw the look in his face as soon as he hung up. “What’s wrong hyung?” He asked, although, being pretty sure of the answer.

“I just miss her. It’s on night’s like tonight I wish I was able to have her back here with us, calming me down and hyping us up for this show” Jungkook replied, now looking up from his blank phone screen. “I wanted her to see the debut of our new song for herself, Jimin and I worked so hard on the showcase for the song, and it sucks she can’t be here for it.”

Hoseok looked at the maknae of the group with a sympathetic expression. He hatted seeing him like this, and he couldn’t imagine what it was like. Especially when Y/N was deployed to a different country for months at a time, where at any point she could be killed. “The important thing is that she WILL see it. Plus, you know what she’s doing is necessary, and it’s not forever. Like she said, just one more month” He said, trying to help Jungkook lift his spirits a bit.

It’s true, life for the partner of an active duty soldier was not easy. They dealt with the daily fear of having their partner deployed for months at a time, and during that time they’d have limited connection with them. While they were home, they would love on each other like never before because they never knew if that was going to be the last time they’d feel their touch or hear their voice. For Jungkook and Y/N, things were a bit harder. Jungkook dealt with the stress deployment brought, on top of only getting to see each other a handful of times in person because Y/N was stationed over in Texas. Whenever they were able to see each other they would do everything and anything they could within the time they had. When they made love, he made love to her as if it was the last time he was ever going to be able too, because it could have every well been the last time. It took them an hour at times to get out of bed in the mornings because they didn’t want to separate from the normalcy that being together like that caused.

“Yeah, you’re right. Then after this we can finally live together and have the life we’ve been dreaming about” Jungkook said, now getting up to head out with Hoseok to meet the others. “You ready to give one hell of a performance tonight?”

“I’m always ready. Let’s do this, for ARMY!” Hoseok said to pump up the vibe.

All the boys go together back stage before heading out to start the concert and started to do their fan chant to get them excited and ready for the performance. “KIM NAMJOON, KIM SEOKJIN, MIN YOONGI, JUNG HOSEOK, PARK JIMIN, KIM TAEHYUNG, JEON JUNGKOOK, BTS!!!!”

“Okay guys” Namjoon started out. “Let’s go out there and give Seoul the best show they’ve ever seen!”

All the boys yelled back in response to the hype. Jungkook still missing Y/N, tried to push it to the side. Y/N meant the world to him, but so did ARMY. For any performance, he tried to push the world to the side and focus in on ARMY.

“Are you guys ready for an amazing show tonight?!” Jimin yelled in his microphone. The crowd roared in response, and the boys started off the concert by singing Boy With Luv.

Throughout the concert, the boys had a blast, just as they always do. Looking around, Jungkook took the time to take in all that was surrounding him. Sometimes he found it unbelievable that the band made it to places like here, in big stadiums. The Love YourselfTour, has to be his favorite by far. As he’s scanning the crowd, Jungkook sees his family and he begins to cry. Both his mother and father waving at him, he puts his hand on his face to hide the tears that were falling. Soon, Jin comes over to hug and comfort him.

“Jungkook here sees two very important people to him, his appa and eomma” Jin said in the microphone.

Pulling himself together, Jungkook says, “I’m so glad to see them here today. I haven’t seen them in a few months, so to see them here, watching us in one of our biggest performances we’ve done so far, it’s truly the best feeling”

Yet, he was still feeling like something was missing, and he knew exactly what it was, Y/N. His parents, ARMY and hyungs were all there, but not Y/N. “Tonight, we are going to be performing our new song, Lights, for you. Jimin and I worked hard to write and create the performance for this song, we hope you enjoy it” Jungkook said.

Right after, the song began to play behind them, signaling Jungkook to start singing and it had ARMY roaring. “You’re my light, you’re my light” Jimin sang into the mic, and right at that point the monitors that once held a close-up version of what they were doing on stage switched over to a slideshow of photos of Y/N and Jungkook throughout the last two and a half years. From photos of them at Disney World, date nights at their favorite bakery, her meeting his family back in Busan, him meeting her family back in New York, laying around the house, going to the beach, and some photos he just took of her that he absolutely loved.

“Every time I’m thinking about love, every time I’m thinking about love”Hoseok sang in the mic. Now, starring at the monitor hadn’t realized that he was tearing up. I really do love her, he thought to himself. “You’re my light, you’re my light” Now, he was singing through the mic, and with such power. She is his light, his muse, his everything.

Right after his verse, the crowd was roaring louder than they had normally through the whole concert, so this caused Jungkook to look back to see what was causing the reaction. He couldn’t even begin to describe what the sight in front of him was making him feel. He saw Y/N walking to him with Taehyung and Yoongi guiding her. She was wearing her Army uniform and her hair pulled back, looking like she just came here from the airport. He couldn’t even keep himself up, because his knees were buckling right underneath him from the splurge of emotions. She continued to walk towards him, and it still felt like a dream to him. This is the first time he was seeing Y/N in 5 months, and it still didn’t feel real, even though she had now reached him and was hugging him right where he was kneeling down in tears.

“Everyone, please help us in welcoming our Jungkook’s girl back, Sgt. Y/L/N Y/N of the United States Army, or as we like to call her, Y/N/N” Namjoon said in the mic, causing the crowd to roar loud again, on their feet this time.

Still hugging Jungkook, Y/N said in his ear, “I’m home Kookie.”

“Home?” He asked confused.

“Didn’t we discuss about me moving to South Korea with you once my contract with the Army was up?”

“I mean, yes, but you still have another month, don’t you?”

She gave him the warmest smile that melted everything around him as she said, “Well, there’s a reason they discharged me earlier then expected…”

Jungkook looked at her confused, but before he could ask her what she meant, Namjoon spoke into the mic again, saying, “Everyone, Y/N has a video here for our Kook here to see, and she wanted everyone here to see it with him.”

Why is he smiling so big at me?Jungkook thought to himself. As he was watching the video of Y/N coming out of a room, he saw her holding something. “What does it say?”A female voice said behind the camera, causing Jungkook to read the Korean subtitles on the bottom. At this point, Y/N was holding his hand in excitement.“It’s positive Carey. I’m pregnant. Oh my gosh, I can’t believe it. I’m going to have a baby!!!!”and that ended the video, leaving Jungkook shocked and speechless, while the boys came up in a rush to congratulate their maknae in entering the world of fatherhood. The crowd were yelling a mixture of things, all in excitement as well.

Looking at Jimin, Jungkook asked, “Was all this why my parents were here tonight?”

But, Y/N stepped in saying, “I asked to be here. I wanted them here when I revealed the news to you. I know how much all the people here mean to you, so I want them to share in this next chapter.”

“Is this why you were discharged a month early? Because you’re pregnant?”

Y/N didn’t say anything at first, she just nodded her head yes. Once she saw Jungkook was still not saying anything about the news, she looked at him with some sadness washing over her saying, “Are you upset that I’m pregnant? I thought you’d be more excited. I’m sorry Kookie-“

“You have NOTHING to be sorry for my love” Jungkook said interrupting her. “You are forever going to be the love of my life and now you’re giving me one of the biggest blessings I could ever ask for. I love you so much Y/N”

He began to pick her up and spin her around, with her responding, “I love you too Kookie. I can’t wait to begin our lives together with our little baby in the midst.”

“Me either Y/N. This is the happiest day of my entire life. You’re my light.”

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