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Chapter 1: The President’s Son

From: Guardian Angel Series

Pairing: (future) Mafia! Stucky x Bodyguard! Reader

Summary: A longtime client snubs you, causing you to leave the life you know

Word Count: 3,629

Content/Warnings: swears, patriarchy, weaponized incompetence, borderline mansplaining, yelling, fighting, mentions of nose picking, misogyny, secrets, explosions, mentions of weapons, strong female characters, no Steve or Bucky yet

A/N: Okay, here’s the start of something long-anticipated by me. I hope you enjoy! Your feedback is greatly appreciated, can’t wait to hear what you guys think!

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You stood in the back of the banquet hall, eyes surveying the room like they did any other, as you tried to appear as nonchalant waitstaff for the function. That was your specialty: blending in to the background, and you were damn good at it. Tonight’s job was to do so as your were protecting the most important individuals entrusted to you: the First Lady and her son.

You moved with ease throughout the evening, keeping mobile with your head on a swivel, eyes never leaving your two clients for more than a couple seconds. After a cocktail hour, everyone had sat down for dinner and a round of awards and speeches, leaving you here for a relatively easy period.

You didn’t work alone, no. You were here as part of a group. Part of a company, actually, and it belonged to your father. He ran a security conglomerate which focused heavily on government contracting, ranging from secret service duties, to vehicle brigades, to protection and procurement of goods, virtual and physical, and you knew every single part of it. You loved your job, and you loved working with your dad. For as long as you could remember, you would spend all of your free time in his office with him as he went through schedules, and escape plans, and all sorts of strategies to keep his patrons and their assets safe. You were always flitting around, learning new things, earning you the nickname ‘tweety bird’ from him, which correlated to your codename Redwing.

You’d picked it all up so easily, you were a natural, which earned you your first presidential-adjacent gig much younger than anyone else around. Sure, it started as you going to school and posing as another student to protect the president’s son, even thought you were a few years out already, which wasn’t necessarily glamorous, since you were meant to fly under the radar, but it was an independent job. One that was coming to a close, though, as this was your eighth year of doing the same. Soon, the president would be out of office, and the security detail on his family would be greatly reduced, likely no longer requiring your services.

Even as you let your mind wander, blocking out the droning speeches and rich people backstories, you remained on high alert. If anything bad was going to happen, you had a feeling it would be at an event like this one. An event where everyone had their guard down because it was for a universally agreeable good cause. But for some reason, heading into it tonight, something was churning in your gut.

After not being able to ignore the way your stomach twisted and turned, you had gone to speak to your father about tonight, requesting backup in addition to your other two friends, Natasha and Daisy, who often accompanied you to guard shifts associated with larger crowds.

Usually he was on the same page as you, but lately, your requests had been met with more protest, likely due to your little brother’s input buzzing in your father’s ear.

Your brother, Dylan, had just freshly turned eighteen, and with it came more responsibility in the agency. For being so much younger than you, your father was giving him mountains of control, including this event of your two most important clients. With your request of a team came the the caveat that your brother would be leading it.

Dylan was, to put it nicely, an oaf? Incapable of performing a task without crashing and burning, which made your blood boil. Probably from the fires he created and you subsequently had to put out. You had no room to complain, though, as your father dismissed you from his office.

So Dylan ‘led’ your team this evening, packed with his twerp friends who were more capable, but just as reckless as him. They’d listen to some of your orders, but not without the confirmation of your brother, who knew better enough sometimes to listen to your input.

You let him think he was in the lead tonight, executing a plan you had essentially spoon fed to him in your meetings leading up to the event. There were several backup plans and exit strategies that had their own code names, made by you, of course. All Dylan, or ‘The Chief,’ as he liked to go as over coms, had to do was keep an eye out on the cameras for any suspicious activity around the venue, and be prepared to drive away if he called for extraction due to suspicious activity. That was it. You and your two trusty companions would take control of everything inside the banquet, while two of Dylan’s friends surveilled the outside. Should be easy, right?

Dylan had been instructed to give an update through your earpiece every three minutes, on any action seen in the camera footage. Every time he did, though, it was accompanied by music blasting in the car, and the increments kept getting further and further apart. Almost like he was forgetting about his responsibilities and the importance of this event on your shoulders, should something go wrong. You rolled your eyes and kept a watch of the room. If you had such little backup, it was on you now to do this job, without the team you had specifically requested.

Dylan’s friends seemed to go quiet, too, which you were hoping wasn’t due to capture or something worse, but when you heard conversation about a fantasy football draft in your ear, you knew they were at least alive, although not helpful at all.

You were sick of running blind, though, so you casually made it look like your were scratching your ear and turned away from the crowd.

“Chief, status report.” Nothing. You waited thirty seconds. Silence.

You turned back to the room, the gnawing feeling in your stomach growing as you looked out at the crowd. Natasha, code name Widow, was making her way around with a tray of champagne flutes. Daisy, codename Blossom, sat in a vent somewhere, watching from above and monitoring everyone’s trackers. The three of you sighed and continued on, hoping this night wouldn’t be every eventful, but that’s never how life goes, is it?

“Blossom, report on coms. Is everything working?”

You waited a second for the response.

“All is good, Redwing. It’s a human, not technology error.”

You rolled your eyes for the thousandth time that night, but were pulled out of your annoyance by a searing sound. In the next moment, just as you were about to ask for any other possible news from Daisy, a crackling took over your ear.

You fought the urge to wince and draw attention to yourself. It was probably Dylan finally getting back to you, but the voice that came through was one you’d never heard before. It was low and urgent.

“Get them out of there.”

You couldn’t help the way your eyes went wide and you whisper yelled, turning into the fake plant you found yourself nearby.

“Who is this? This is a secure line! What’s going on?”

You were surprised by the warning firmness of the speaker, it was menacing, who did this person think they were? Was that a threat?

“This is Bootleg. Your clients are in danger. What’s about to happen isn’t meant for them. Find a way to get them to leave.”

You sighed and nodded, although the disembodied voice named ‘Bootleg’ wasn’t reassuring. You knew to never turn down a tip, though. You weren’t going to risk it with clients like this. So you let out a sigh and made eye contact with Nat across the room.

“Execute plan beta sixteen alpha.”

She gave you a curt nod and increased her pace in a way only someone with your type of training could pick up. She was circling to make her movements seem undetectable, but she was ultimately going towards the First Lady and her son. Nat tripped, spilling the tray of champagne on their laps, causing them to gasp and look down. You could tell they were ready to yell, but they looked to your face and you nodded, signaling them to get up, brushing away anyone with apologies or offers for help, saying they were just going to clean up. The rest of the rich party goers didn’t pay it a second thought besides whispers of clumsy waitstaff. It’s not like they would bother to remember the face of one of them, though, and were too busy watching a fumbling Nat to see your approach to take your clients out of the venue. You did your best to move slowly to the same exit as them, and as soon as your bodies were behind the closed ballroom door, you were rushing them towards the back service door to get in Dylan’s getaway vehicle.

You ducked their heads under your arms as you rushed them out, and shoved them into the back of the town car, only giving a quick, breathless word to your clients and your brother.

“Take them home, Dyl. Fast. Don’t let yourself get tracked. I’ll take the decoy car. Go, now!”

He nodded like a bobble head, shifting the car in gear and peeling out of the lot as you jogged over to the other vehicle where Daisy and Nat were already waiting in the front seat for you. They moved fast.

You hopped in, Daisy expertly backing out until she hit the street. Just as she put it in drive, you flinched at a sudden noise and looked out the back window to where an explosion happened in front of the venue and soldiers dressed in all black rushed in through the cloud of smoke. This would definitely hit the news tomorrow, but you were sure your father would commend you for the safe delivery of two of his most important packages.

Daisy and Nat had been by your side for as long a you could remember. When you were in elementary school, you remembered a brooding girl sitting at the end of the lunch table, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed, with the angriest pout you’d ever seen. You walked over and plopped down with your tray.

“Hi.”

She looked up from her meal and to your smile and simply gave a blink of acknowledgment, face unchanging.

“Are you okay? Something wrong with your lunch?”

She shook her head and took a deep breath, sitting up to eat a tater tot.

“No. Something’s wrong with my shirt.”

You tilted your head to the side. “What about it? I think it’s beautiful. I love Daisies.”

She shrugged and continued to pick through her food. “Yeah, I guess they’re alright. But my mom forced me to wear this. I had a plain black shirt picked out and she gave me this. I don’t wanna wear daisies.”

You giggled and looked down at the plain black shirt on your body. “Trade?”

For the first time, you watched the corner of her lip reach a smile, your new friend who would soon earn the shirt flower as a nickname. That little grin was huge compared to the tight line her lip previously held. That was the start of a bunch of mini smirks and teamwork.

Nat had been around since you were in diapers. Her parents had worked for your father’s organization their entire lives, so when they passed as she was in her teens, your family took her in.

She was always incredibly smart, her wit challenging you and Daisy, but the two of you would hit her right back. The timeline of her moving in with you, too, was a few years before the presidential gig started, but she rose through the ranks with you, through every single job, the two of you bringing Daisy on board who caught on quickly. Your grouping was nearly unrivaled. Nearly.

Daisy and Nat physically stood by your sides as the three of you looked on to your father talking on a podium. Your best suits were pressed and tailored perfectly for the special occasion. It was his retirement party in your family’s backyard garden where he was noting the successes of the company under him, including the recent incident from which the two important clients had been saved.

The three of you lightly nudged each other’s arms in commendation for the quick act despite your lack of backup, a small smile on your face, a smirk on Nat’s, with Daisy looking as composed and stoic as ever. You father continued in his speech, noting the valiant effort that needs to be maintained in a generational business like this, one that should be rewarded and carried on for the generations to come. You stood straight, chin up with pride at your hard work and dedication finally paying off.

“I was a young pup, only in my early twenties when I took this business over from my father. He deemed me most fit for the job, so it is my pleasure to do the same, keeping this line of work led by my family. I’d like to name my replacement, someone who valiantly saved the president’s son and wife. Someone who the son has raved about for returning them home to the White House safely. My wonderful child…”

You were ready for the culmination of years being under his wing. He gestured his arm out to the side and you braced yourself for the good news, except the arm wasn’t outstretched towards you. It was directed towards the other side of the stage and everyone’s eyes followed. “Dylan.”

Dylan was jerkily shoved forward by one of his friends, having been zoned out for the entirety of your father’s speech, but at the sound of cheering and clapping, a smile grew on his face. He waved at the crowd, walking over to the podium to shake your father’s hand and give a word of his own.

Meanwhile, your face fell. It was dragged downward in defeat. You quickly pulled yourself together, though, at a squeeze to your arm. You couldn’t even tell which side it came from. Your body was going numb. Shifting to plant your feet and fighting the burn in your eyes, you looked straight forward, no longer at the podium, although you had no way to shut off your ears.

“Wow, wow. Thank you. This is such an honor. At eighteen years old, I will be the youngest to ever run this organization.”

It seemed like he’s was at least doing well and presenting a strong face. That was rare.

“Haha, I beat ya, gramps! Okay, let’s party!”

You outwardly cringed, but your legs were paralyzed as his friends let out a whooping cheer and the party erupted in confetti. It was getting caught in your hair as Nat and Daisy dragged you away and inside, up the stairs to your childhood bedroom, jostling you like a rag doll. You felt almost catatonic.

As soon as you flopped down on your bed, though, you turned over and screamed into your pillow before sitting up, realizing this act of melodrama was going to wrinkle your suit.

You sat up and sniffled, rubbing your eyes and taking a deep breath to give yourself just a moment to think. You looked between your best friends and started pointing.

“Daise, can you pack up anything you think I might need from here? Whatever I can’t live without.”

You then looked to the redhead who was peeking out the window, watching your father enter the outdoor entrance of his home office.

“Nat, can you gather some home essentials? Food, first aid, some of the hidden and spare weapons. Only the ones they won’t sense are missing, okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah. We better do it quick. Your pops just came in.”

You bit your lip and your nostrils flared in anger and thought, rubbing your hands over your face. “Okay. That’s fine, I need to talk to him anyway. That should give you enough time to grab everything. Then we’re heading back to the apartment to get some essentials.”

The three of you were roommates in the city, renting out a place Daisy’s distant uncle owned, which allowed you some freedoms, as well as independence from the possible tracing of your location on government records. Even under a security conglomerate, you could sense things were going downhill, so it was a good choice to move out and detach yourself. At this point, you were barely traceable. Only one thing tethered you here on a paper trail: the company.

You stormed out of your room and down the stairs to the hall that held your father’s office. You were furious. You had no patience left for formality or kindness, this was all rage. You kicked in the strong oak door, splintering the wooden frame, and were met with the view of your father and brother clinking whiskey glasses, an old celebratory reserve poured in them.

You stomped over to the filing cabinets where your file, thick as a novel, was stored. Next to it, you pulled out two more, no less impressive. Your dad, even though he possessed several methods for tech security, still kept employee information on paper in case he accidentally hired a mole. Everything was under lock and key and 24 hour surveillance.

You dug around in the left side drawer of his desk until you found the cigar lighter, hitting the edge of the folders until they caught and throwing them into his metal trash can. It was only then that he and your brother let words come out of their dropped jaws and awestruck faces.

“Tweety Bird, what’s the issue, kiddo? Didn’t wanna celebrate with your old man and little brother?”

You scoffed as you put your hands on your hips.

“Celebrate!? Celebrate what!? Being snubbed? Overlooked for something I’ve dedicated my life towards!?”

Your father’s bushy brows furrowed in confusion, your brother’s face mirroring it in a mini version. “What do you mean? You haven’t been snubbed. Dylan and I agree you’re meant to run teams and operations. You wouldn’t want to be in charge. Plus, it’s tradition that the first son takes over.”

You threw your hands up in exasperation. Smoke was filling the room, but partially getting swept out the cracked windows that pointed toward the back yard. “You didn’t think to ask me, the one keeping your business afloat, to run it!? No one knows it better than me, but it’s so ridiculous. Just because I’m an older sister like Aunt Kay, doesn’t mean I don’t wanna be in charge! She wanted to leave this life, but I don’t!”

You heard a chuckle rise behind you. “What, Dylan?”

He shrugged with a smug smile on his face. “Aunt Kay didn’t want to leave this life. She wanted the company, too. But Gramps gave it to dad. That’s why she fucked off to who knows where and started that bank vault company.”

You gasped in shock and looked to your father but he seemed unaffected. You turned to him now, disgusted with the sight of your little brother. “What!? Do you hear yourself right now!? Just because we aren’t men!? That’s insane!! I’m the one who saved the president’s family. Not Dylan, me! He was too busy sitting on his ass and picking his nose to be of any help. Maybe we would’ve seen the team coming to attack the venue sooner if he would’ve done his job!”

Your chest was heaving and your face was warm from the yelling. Your father still calmly continued. “Dylan returned the family safe and sound. You were nowhere to be seen. He deserves this step of responsibility, but I have no doubt you can guide him like an invisible hand.”

You shook your head, moving back towards the door between the leather couches of the sitting area, pacing on the Persian rug. “No, no. Absolutely not. I refuse to keep performing thankless service. You’ve made a mistake. I no longer want to work for you and I no longer want to be a part of this family. This whole thing is fucked. I’m out.”

Your father sighed, about to speak up. “Bird, we-“

He was cut off by the arm of your brother, though. “No, dad. If she wants to leave, I think she should. I don’t want anyone here questioning my leadership. The president’s son will back me on that. He’s upset the extraction ruined a designer suit and thinks that I’m the best fit, too. I can run this without her.”

Your dad gave a hmph of affirmation, which sent you over the edge. After all those years of service, both your father and the president’s son still didn’t credit your work. You couldn’t stand this anymore, especially not when Dylan was fabricating lies in his own head about the greatness you performed.

“You know what, Dyl? Yeah, let’s have it your way. You guys will never need to see me again. Good luck not running this thing into the ground.”

You turned on your heel and marched out the door. When you turned the corner, you saw both Nat and Daisy waiting for you, double fisting duffel bags. You motioned for both of them to head to Nat’s car, walking quickly, but they were more than capable of keeping up. You heard Daisy speak from over your left shoulder.

“Bird, where are we going?”

As you barged through the glass front door and put on your sunglasses, you took a breath in of the air that marked your new life, outside the stuffy patriarchy of what you thought would be your legacy.

“Somewhere far. And don’t ever call me that again.”

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Bonus A/N: Bruh, could you imagine being betrayed by your own father like that? Also, we’ll be seeing more of Daisy as the reader for Jake’s storyline in the future.

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queen anne’s coffee

A/N: hello everyone! I am not D/deaf or Hard of Hearing. However, this was requested more than once I wanted to do my best to provide. In this story, Y/N is a part of the Deaf community. if I have misrepresented the Deaf community in any way or wrote something inaccurate or offensive, then please DO NOT hesitate to let me know (respectfully, of course!) i wanted to fulfill this person’s request and be as inclusive as i could, as i don’t typically see stories with a Deaf!reader. shes short and sweet but i hope you all enjoy anyway! as always, feedback is very much welcomed and appreciated! :)

Summary: Y/N visits Harry’s coffee shop every Tuesday and Thursday and always orders the same thing. Harry HAS to get to know her!!!

word count: ~1.7k

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Every Tuesday and Thursday at exactly 3:50 PM, Y/N placed an online order that consisted of an iced chai tea latte with oat milk and a butter croissant from Harry’s coffee shop, Queen Anne’s Coffee.

Y/N never forgot to add, “warmed up pls! thank you :)” in the section for comments, and she always tipped. She would then come into Harry’s shop approximately ten minutes later, walk up to the ‘pickup’ counter, grab her items, smile at Harry, and promptly leave. Harry never even so much as said hello to her, but he was irrevocably captivated––even if she was a complete stranger.

Harry decided that when Y/N came in today for her usual, he’d finally talk to her.

Business had been unusually slow for a Thursday afternoon but Harry didn’t mind–when Y/N came in, he’d be able to have a proper chat with her without having to rush the conversation along to help other customers. His gaze kept floating up to the cat-shaped clock hanging above the door, anxiously awaiting 3:50 PM when Y/N’s order would come through on the iPad and he got to read the words, “warmed up pls! thank you :)”

Harry didn’t know why he was so nervous to speak to her. As the owner of his very own coffee shop (and it’s only employee), he got to know the people who came in regularly well, even developing genuine friendships with some. It bothered Harry that this beautiful person gave him business two days a week and the only thing he knew about her was her name, which is only because he can see it when she places her order online.

When the iPad Harry keeps plugged up atop the counter chimes, he doesn’t even have to glance at it to know it was Y/N but he does anyway, feelings of excitement bubbling in the pit of his stomach. He was finally going to talk to her! Harry contemplates scribbling his number on the side of her cup as he’s writing her name but decides against it, not wanting to be too forward before they even formally meet.

When Y/N comes in ten minutes later, Harry can immediately sense something is wrong. She hardly looks up once as she shuffles from the door to the counter, hoodie pulled up and drawn tight over her head.

“Are you okay?”

Y/N doesn’t look up or even acknowledge the fact that Harry spoke. Even though there’s only two other people in the shop besides them, Harry figures she might think he was talking to someone else and addresses her by name.

“Y/N?”

She still doesn’t address Harry as she gives him a small smile before hurriedly exiting the shop, the bell above the door signaling her exit.

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When Tuesday comes, Harry’s out of bed before his alarm jolts him from his dreams.

He thought about Y/N all weekend as he impatiently awaited Tuesday’s arrival, excited over the prospect of finally seeing her again. He hoped she was doing better today than she was last week, and he really hoped she was in the mood to chat with him today.

Harry’s grateful the shop is busy today. It helps to keep his mind off of Y/N, and his eyes off the clock. When the iPad chimes at 3:50 on the dot, Harry decides he’ll wait until she comes in to prepare her order. It didn’t take him over two minutes, anyway. He figures this will give him a bit more time to chat with her, at least say hello and see if she’s doing better.

Much to his pleasure, Y/N has a big smile on her face when she bursts through the door ten minutes later. She floats to the pickup counter, then furrows her eyebrows in confusion as she looks up at Harry.

“Sorry, I’m working on your order right now,” Harry grabs a purple marker off the counter, scribbling Y/N’s name on the cup used for iced drinks. “How’s your day so far?”

Harry watches as Y/N cocks her head to the side in confusion, then pulls her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans. She quickly types something before holding her phone out for Harry to take.

“I can’t hear you! I’m Deaf.”

A look of realization floods Harry’s face as he reads what she said. He now understood why Y/N didn’t answer him when he tried speaking to her last week, and he’s secretly relieved that she wasn’t ignoring him because she hated him or anything like that.

“I know a bit of sign!” Harry types before handing Y/N back her phone. He watches as her eyes skim his words and she looks up, a toothy grin plastered on her face.

“Great! This is much faster.” Her hands move quickly as she signs. “Did my order work or not? Wi-Fi is bad at home today.”

Harry realizes he doesn’t know as much sign language as he thought he did.

“OK. I am rusty.”

Y/N smiles at this and pulls her phone back out, typing what she just signed to him before passing it back to him. A look of realization floods Harry’s face as he learns she was just asking if her order came through alright, seeing as it was not yet ready. Too embarrassed to tell her he intentionally waited until she arrived to prepare her order, he just nods.

“I’ll have it ready in no more than two minutes… and refund you, too. I’m sorry for the wait.” Harry looks up at Y/N as he passes the phone to her, eyes not leaving her face as he tries to gauge her reaction.

“No!” Her head shakes as she signs. “Happy to pay. Thank you.”

Harry understands Y/N but refunds her, anyway.

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“Why do you always come Tuesday and Thursday? Same time?”

“Exams every Tuesday and Thursday.” The look of obvious dissatisfaction on Y/N’s face makes Harry laugh. “Your chai and pastries cheer me up after.”

Harry’s face turns red at Y/N’s admittance, so he instead looks down, pretending he’s distracted by something on the iPad. He decides at that moment that he will no longer charge Y/N for her oat milk latte and croissant. She was a college student after all––if her financial situation was like Harry’s in any way when he was in college earning his business degree, it would probably be beneficial for her to save her money, anyhow.

Ever since Harry and Y/N’s first real interaction, Y/N had been coming into Queen Anne��s nearly every day, school supplies and laptop in tow. She always sat at the table closest to the front counter, directly in Harry’s line of vision so they could sign to each other.

Y/N provided Harry with some much needed (and enjoyed) company when business was slow, and she was helping him brush up on his sign language. Harry learned that Y/N is Deaf; her hearing is completely gone in her left ear and almost completely gone in the right. She’s the only person in her family who is Deaf. She also hated eggs, is lactose intolerant (hence the oat milk), has two older siblings, is a master’s student, and a plethora of other things that Harry had committed to memory.

“Thank you. I’m glad you enjoy.”  

“Who is A-N-N-E?”

Harry grins. “My mother. Back in London.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “London? Amazing! You must have an accent.”

It dawns on Harry that Y/N has never heard his voice before. “Yes. Are you from here?” Y/N nods in response.

“Whole life. Small town, but it’s home.” Her pinched hand moves quickly from her mouth up to her ear.

“Sorry. What?”

“H-O-M-E.”

A look of realization floods Harry’s face as he nods in response, signaling for Y/N to give him a moment as the bell above the entrance jingles. It seems as if the few people who walk through the door act as a catalyst for others to enter, and soon Queen Anne’s is at maximum occupancy and Harry is trying to make several drinks at once while taking orders. He locks eyes with Y/N a few times and she gives him a sympathetic look, not able to do much to help him out.

Harry decides that once business dies back down, he’ll find out if Y/N is interested in a part-time job.

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Y/N was interested in a part-time job.

She was a fast learner and a hard worker. Harry was more than delighted to show her how to make every drink on the menu, and consume her failed attempts. It was nice having someone else behind the counter with him––he wished he’d gone about hiring someone to help him much sooner, but he was glad to now have Y/N by his side.

“So much chai! I thought only I drank this stuff.”

Harry’s gaze lingers on Y/N for a beat too long, causing her to shift slightly. Harry’s hand moves to scratch the back of his neck. “Yes. I like chai. With milk.” His hand forms a ‘C’ then closes to form an ‘S’ twice for the word “milk”.

“Regular?” One of Y/N’s eyebrows raises as she asks her question, setting a hot chai latte atop the “pickup” counter.

“S-O-Y.”

Y/N lets out a quiet snort of laughter as she shakes her head. It was the first time Harry ever made her laugh out loud. After hearing her laugh once, he never wanted to stop––it was music to his ears. “Not surprised!”

Harry’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “Why?” His eyes remain on Y/N as she walks around the small area, cleaning up a small coffee spill she had earlier.

“You just are a S-O-Y boy, H. My S-O-Y boy!”

Harry’s cheeks immediately turn pink as they did the first time Y/N said something that flustered him, but he doesn’t look away.

“You’re my O-A-T girl.”

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Thank you everyone for reading!!! This is only the beginning of Y/N and Harry I think <33

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#9. Fever - Snapemas Challenge

A/N: Day 9 of Snapemas! Ihm sorry for the short break but Uni and work kept me busy. Enjoy the new Chapters! :)

Idea from @deepperplexity ´s Writing Challenge ! Check her Writings and the other Snapemas posts out! :)

❤️ Please remember that English isn’t my native language and that my Writings will include Mistakes and maybe weird formed sentences. ❤️ 

Pairing: Severus Snape x Assistant!Reader

Word count: 3022

Y/N - Your Name, Y/L/N - Your last name

#9. Fever

Being an assistant was stressful. But being the Potions Assistant who's constantly trying not to completely disappoint the Professor was nerve wrecking. Every day you tried your best to get on 110% of Concentration. It started with getting up early to get ready, reading a few pages of a new book you got yourself as a early Christmas present, eating breakfast, heading to class and assist at Professor Snape´s Class only to stay in the Dungeons until late in the evening to grade tests or just correct Homework's. Sometimes you even forgot Lunch or Dinner but you really didn't mind. You always sneaked some Christmas cookies or bakery goods in your pocket so you would always have some food in your robe. Professor Snape didn't mind as long as you did your chores and wouldn't annoy him. Sometimes usually on Mondays or Thursdays when Professor Snape was especially busy you made sure to leave some cookies on his desk as well. Knowing he would huff at you for this niceties but would also be thankful for it.

Today was another Thursday , Thursday the 17th to be exact and in one week would be Christmas. Professor Snape told you that he wants to return the recents test back to the students on Monday. Which meant for you to put on a few nightshifts if you would want to stay up to his plan. You didn't mind taking this extra work, actually you enjoyed it. Being an Professor has always been your dream job and also you enjoyed learning from such an smart man as Professor Snape.

Besides, he may be a few years older than you are but he still was a pretty handsome man. You had a thing for him. For the way he speaks, his way to teach, the way he entered a room and took all the attention on him, how he used to dress and also for the way he never even cared a little bit about what people thought about him. On the one side you wanted to be like him and on the other you just wanted to be by his side. That's why you didn't mind stressing yourself out. It's like you almost didn't notice how time passed whenever he was around. The both of you didn't talk much but it was enough to feel like there was good company. Back to the fact that it was 9pm already and you were still correcting homework. A small shiver went down your spine only to set in goosebumps on your arms and legs. It was always cold in the Dungeons but as the night crept around it almost got unbearable for a Frostbite like you were.

As you got up to grab your robes from one of the chairs across of your table you noticed how  a sharp pain grew in your head. Bad timing for a headache you thought. Not thinking about it you just filled your cup with another tea.

,,Professor, do you want another Tea as well?" You asked slightly nervously. His head slowly looked up to you. ,,No thank you, Miss YLN." As he didn't look away from you for another few seconds you sat down and dared to ask. ,,Is there anything else I can do for you?" He laid down his quill and shook his head. ,,Miss YLN, are you okay ? You're really pale." Taking a small sip from your cup you thought about your words for a few seconds before answering him. ,,I- um - I'm okay. I'm just having a little Headache. I probably didn't drink enough today." Snape's look of concern didn't fade right away but your words calmed him so much that he continued to write something down. He wasn't as scary as everyone thought he was. Actually he was always making sure that you felt comfortable as his Assistant and that you could always learn the most out of every class. Maybe he just isn't good with forming his emotions and stuff like this into words, you thought before taking the quill back into your hand and began to write down some feedback for the student.

Waking up as the sunlight hit your face you noticed how late it must've been by now. As you jumped on your feet you felt like you just wanted to lay back down again. The headache didn't fade but grew a bit and your throat was sore by now as well. What a pretty way to start your day. Putting on your fresh clothes you ran down to Professor Snapes class. As you walked through the wooden door after knocking it twice you noticed how the class hasn't started yet.

,,Miss YLN, you're pretty late today." Professor Snape stated as he was brewing something on his desk not really paying you much attention at first but then turned to you. Gladly you knew he would never be as mad with you as with the students.

,,I'm sorry, I usually never oversleep. Can I help you?" Scanning your face he wore it again. This small concerned look.

,,Maybe it's for the best of you will take yourself back for today and go back to your chambers before midnight." He advertises and continued brewing something. Feeling like you disappointed him somehow you let yourself fall down on your seat only to take out the Homework you corrected the night before and waited for the students while making some tea.

The whole day long you could follow the concerned Glance from your favourite Professor and colleague. He didn't say anything but the way you felt your energy fade from hour to hour and later minute to minute you knew his Glances weren't just expressing his concern but also an warning to take care of yourself. Sitting on your chair at 11pm you heard how he slid back his chair only to slowly walk over to you like a hunter for it's prey.

,,You know that not taking care of your health needs is not only reckless but also childish. You're obviously not alright and how are you trying to learn something if you won't remember anything anyways." Shaking his head you felt ashamed by getting lectured of him like that.

,,I'm sorry, Professor. Tomorrow I will be better, I promise." You knew that you weren't going to be better by tomorrow but you just didn't want to give in, let him do all the work by himself right before Christmas and miss his classes which really interested you. It was a tie. As a sign that you'd take his words at heart you closed your notebook and sent him a weak smile. ,,Goodnight, Professor Snape." By now he almost sat down again but followed your actions with his eyes. ,,Goodnight, Miss YLN. Get well soon." Closing the door behind you noticed how warm your cheeks have gotten. They always got red whenever he spoke to you but now they felt especially warm. Not thinking anything about it you got back to your Chambers only to continue grading five more tests until you fell asleep on your desk and headed to bed a few minutes later.

The Morning again was awful. You didn't overslept today but didn't sleep at all besides the few minutes you passed out at your desk. You were so tired but still couldn't fall asleep. Your Pain in your Head and throat didn't fade again and by now it was clear to you that there was something big awaiting you. Nevertheless you still decided to grab some of the tests. Gladly you remembered that the weekend had just begun and you haven't have to help the students all day long. You had still so much to do. You wanted to wrap a few presents, grade the last few tests, finish your book, correct homework and help Professor Snape brew a new Potion. As you looked into the Mirror you could see how the lack of sleep has drawn your face darker around the eyes and paler than usual around the cheeks wich still blushed. All together you looked like a mess. Even though whatever was coming to you hasn't fully developed inside of you yet it was clearly to see from the outside. Splashing some water on your face in hope it could fix your visual appearance just a bit and brushing your teeth you got more And more tired. After pulling your pullover over your head and taking your robe with you, you walked down to the Potions Classroom.

The Professor wouldn't approve that you were there today, you simply knew it. But your assistant contract was almost over and you tried to take everything with you. So it had gotten even more important for you to fully concentrate until the classes were over on Tuesday. Also Professor Snape started to trust you by everything you did, it was a great opportunity to test your limits and gain knowledge. So why would your health get things mixed up right before Christmas? Remembering your Professors Words you set yourself a Limit. Until Tuesday I will continue to work. Afterwards, over Christmas I will try to slow down. Nodding to approve your own thoughts you knocked on the door.

,,Come in." The Deep Voice instructed and by his tone you noticed that he was stressed out as well. Doing as you were told you entered the Classroom only to earn an disapproving Glance from your supervisor. ,,You look like a walking dead. You really should try to rest. Why won't you listen to me?" If you wouldn't be so concentrated on hiding your blush you probably would've heard his concern and despair dripping out of his words.

,,I just wanted to grab some papers and help you brew the potions. Afterwards I will head back to my chambers instantly." He eyed you up and down.

,,Well, I'm sorry to inform you that I for must away. The Ministry asked for my help so brewing the potions has to wait. I will be back tomorrow evening and until then I instruct you to rest. Merlin knows you need it." Walking over to your desk to grab everything you needed you saw a small tissue laying there spread open with a few cookies laying on top of it. It was laid down the way used to do it for your Professor. Smiling widely you turned around. ,,Thank you." Without a further Words you surprised him with a hug. He was so stiff but after a few seconds passed by he eventually rubbed your back slightly. ,,Thank you, Professor. It means a lot to me." Slightly letting him go you receive a smile of his in return. ,,You may call me Severus by now. This year we have spent so much time together you don't need to call me by this title unless Students are around." There it was again. The way your cheeks blushed, your stomach tingled and you became lightheaded. ,,Okay. So please call me Y/N then as well." You both looked at each other and sealed your deal with a small nod from each side.

,,Now get back to your chambers. I won't repeat myself again. You need rest, Y/N." Sighing you followed his instructions after gathering all your papers, materials and the cookies.

Seeing his Assistant like that didn't just only concern him but also made him feel sorry. Knowing it was wrong, against multiple Rules, against his own principes he still couldn't help it but slowly start to care about her. Care in form of worrying, thinking about her and after she would leave his classroom wishing she would come back again. That kind of care. Seeing how overworked, stressed out and tired she looked like would almost give him a physical stitch. Was he expecting too much of her ? Well, he had high Standards. He wasn't denying it but if the students were already stressed out and panicked because of his classes how must she feel? Promising to guarantee her a break to cure whatever had overtook her health lately. After not seeing her at Breakfast again he'd even sneak some cookies in a small tissue before sliding it into his robe like she'd always use to do. Even if she wouldn't attend at breakfast she'd always come to class. Her curiosity wouldn't allow her to miss anything. He loved that trait about her. It reflected perfectly how truly interested she was and how pure her instinct of wanting to gain knowledge motivated her from day to day even though she wasn't feeling her best. One time when the both of them talked late at night hovering over some test she admitted how much she loved Christmas. He felt his breath fade away and he was enchanted by her completely. The way she talked about fairy lights, Christmas traditions, the whole feast in general made him weak for her. Y/N's Excitement was so contagious that even an old kid like he was felt the Christmas spirit again. That’s why he felt like he wanted to do something for her so she could feel better even if she would have to stay at Hogwarts over her favourite Holidays.

Leaving the classroom you felt more tired than before. You were happy that you saw Severus, but sad that he had to leave. But actually your Body was grateful for this forced break. You quickly graded the last four test and corrected the last homework before grabbing your book and finally laying down again. Your eyes couldn´t even read the first words before you felt asleep again.  From time to time- it must’ve been hours - you woke up again. Not being able to move or think you just faded back to a dreamless sleep.

The next time you woke up it was completely dark outside. You woke up because you were freezing so much you feared you could freeze any minute if you wouldn’t put on an extra sweater. Pushing yourself back on your feet you could feel every inch of your body hurt. But the worst was this constant noise in your ear. There it was. It finally hit you and probably would knock you off your feet this time. After you reached your sweater, pulled it over your head you directly laid back down again only to sleep until the next afternoon. At least that’s the last time you remembered to wake up. For a short moment you could remember that you probably drink something or even eat, you still had those Cookies Severus gave you, but were so tired. Your eyes couldn’t open up completely from how tired and completely exhausted you were.

Returning earlier from the Ministry than anticipated Severus made his way to his Chambers. Before he went to the Ministry he had stopped at Diagon Alley to get something that had been on his mind lately. Of course he would notice how often you had to deal with shivers and goosebumps because of the freezing air in the dungeons. And when he had seen this one new Robe he couldn’t stop imagine how it would fit on you. So when he came back he instantly bought it and even wrapped it in a Christmas themed wrapping paper. His excitement was rising from every hour to hour. How would you react? Was it too personal? Pushing his Doubts aside he waited until Monday morning.

When Monday morning arrived he couldn’t wait any longer to see you walking through his door. Time passed, the students arrived but you didn’t. Worrying if you overslept again he couldn’t fully concentrate on his Classes. Before Lunch it was enough for him. He had to find you.

Still laying in bed you couldn’t understand what’s real anymore and what’s not. The fever overtook you and you weren’t able to function anymore.

Knocking on your Door Severus stood there impatiently. ,,Miss YLN?“  After a few seconds he tried it again. ,,Miss- Y/N, is everything okay?“ Dropping the formalities his worries grew. ,,I’m starting to worry about you.“  After time passed he couldn’t hesitate but open the door with an spell.

The first time you woke up again you noticed how your head wasn’t hurting as bad as recently anymore. Also you weren’t in your bed. This one was more uncomfortable and the light from above way brighter than in your room. Looking to the side you saw Severus sitting there, holding a book trying not to fall asleep.

,,Professor.“ Smiling wagely you tried to sit up a bit. Surprised he laid the Book aside and quickly helped you. ,,I told you, you can call me Severus.“ Letting out a small hoarse chuckle you nodded. ,,Okay, Severus. What day is-´´ ,,Christmas.“ He answered not waiting for your answer. ,,Oh, guess I’ve been sleeping for some time then.. I’m so sorry. Did you find my papers? I got everything ready so you could hand them out.“  Chuckling he slowly handed you a cup. ,,It’s Christmas and you just want to work. Not even I want to work.“ As you let the water hit your mouth you followed his Movements. He took a Package from the Ground and set it aside of you. ,,Maybe this can distract you.“  Taking himself a bit back so he wouldn’t appear as intrusive as he felt like he sat back against the chair. Watching your shaking fingers opening the Package and unwrapping the robe he couldn’t hide his smile. Proud of himself but still worried about you he was glad that you still was able to wake up again. He wouldn’t admit it but he checked every potion twice that Madame Pomfrey had given you. Even though he brewed the Potions himself he wanted to make sure it was the best he could brew. Blushing you thanked him multiple times before pulling him in a hug again. Thank you, Prof- Severus. Thank you for taking care.“ Your fever still wasn’t cured yet but you were in best company and knew the best Potions Master who could help you out anytime. ,,Merry Christmas to you too.“

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The One Where Y/N gets Let Go From her Job

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You never saw this coming, you were completely blind sided. You came into work at your normal time, did your same old routine when coming into the office. However, this time it was different. You were called into the conference room and you’re told that they sadly inform you that you’re getting fired. You sat there in disbelief and couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You thought everything was going well, they constantly told you how well you are doing and how much they appreciated you, what changed? You sat there in shock without knowing what to say and just taking all the feedback in that you were getting. Apparently, people felt as though it was unfair for me to be in such a position at a young age and complaints have been made by others feeling as though I took their spot. People threatened to quit if I weren’t let go and I know the company can’t risk that. Of course no one would risk their company for a young, freshly out of college girl who still has years of learning. I could see it in their eyes that they were apologetic but I was hurt and couldn’t mouth out a word, I could only let out a head nod and with that I went to clear my desk. 

I began gathering all of my belongings, my pens, pencils, calendars, picture frames; each item sparks up old memories when I was first given this job a year ago. I pick up a picture frame that holds an image of me smiling, dressed in my navy blue knee length skirt and my white button down blouse ready for my first day on the job. Harry took it for me before I left my place, he was so proud of me. He always believed in my hopes and dreams and never let me down. He knew how much I wanted this and when I got it, he went and told the whole world that His Bub makes him so proud and never let go of my dreams. 

Oh no, Harry! What will he think when I tell him? Will he think I let him down? Will he be disappointed? The thought of telling him makes me stomach hurt and evokes tears to come to the brim of my eyes. I can’t let anyone here see me like this. I look around and glance as everyone's working and I wonder who holds so much disdain for me that they felt as though I should be fired. Sure, Harry put my name out there to some of his friends and made connections and maybe that’s why people don’t like me? Just because Harry helped does not mean I didn’t earn or deserve it, or does it?

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I’ve been driving around for an hour because I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to go and see Harry with that cheeky smile of his greeting me at the front door and I break the news to him. He’s going to be disappointed and most likely enraged at what happened. These are people that he’s helped out in the past, people that he believed in and helped invest and they let his girlfriend go? I should have never taken this position and I wouldn’t be in this place at all. I wouldn’t have to go home now and apply for unemployment, I wouldn’t feel so worthless and unwanted. But most of all I wouldn’t feel like such a disappointment. 

I wonder if this has anything to do with one of the CEO’s making a pass at me during a meeting and he got mad? At first it seemed innocent when he gently brushed passed me and touched my ass. He did apologize at first, but then it happened again. When we were sitting down, he sat next to me and dropped his pen and when he went to get it, he skimmed my bare legs and again he apologized. I should have seen this coming though when the meeting ended and he told me he needed to speak with me and instead of speaking business he commented on how tight my skirt was and how he would love to see what we underneath and told me not to be nervous. That day was a week ago and I still feel disgusted when he walked by me or even when precious Harry would kiss my neck. The thought of being harassed never crossed my mind but again, I’m young, freshly out of college and what do I know? I couldn’t tell anyone because they wouldn’t believe me and would probably make it into a tragic story of me trying to get someone fired, but here I’m the one that got fired because I didn’t want to show an older man what was under my skirt. 

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Another hour passed and I just arrived home. I just pulled up into Harry’s drive way and I can see him sitting on the couch in his grey sweatpants, shirtless, eating a bowl of popcorn watching cartoons. My precious Harry doesn’t know what’s about to hit him and that scares me. He’s only been home less than a month and leaves shortly again for tour and this is not how you expected to spend it. You know him, you know he’s going to sit and pity you and tell you it’s not your fault but it is. You didn’t let that man see what was under your skirt, remember?

I muster up the courage and finally get out of my car, my legs practically shaking and my hands can barely hold my keys. Thank God Harry left the door unlocked because I wouldn’t be able to get the key in the hole. The house alarm making a dinging sound signaling I’m home. I can hear his footsteps coming to greet me but I can’t move. I look in the hallway mirror and I look a mess. My make-up done this morning is practically gone, mascara has dripped down my face, my once nude lipstick is long gone, my white blouse that was once dried is practically see through in some spots because it’s soaked from all my tears and the water spilled from not having a steady hand. 

“ Bub, I’ve been waiting for yeh’ to come home. I’ve been watching cartoons all day and made the bed. Are yeh’ proud?” His cheeky voice stopped when he turned the corner of the hallway and takes in the mess that is his girlfriend. 

“ Bub, what happened? Why’s my precious girl crying?” he takes into an embrace and you can’t even wrap your arms around him. After a few minutes of standing there in his embrace, he picks you up gently and carries you into the living room and placing you down onto the sectional sofa. He walks back to the front door, properly closing it and locking it, he opens the mini fridge that he has in his living room and hands you a bottle of water. Finally, he sits down gently onto the coffee table that’s directly in front of you and with a sympathetic look he grabs your hand and you know he’s waiting for you to spill what happened. 

“ Harry, they fired me today. They couldn’t tell me why, besides that they felt I wasn’t ready and neither did others”, my breathing increasing once again and tears beginning to stroll down my face. You gently wipe them away, causing mascara to smear even more. You probably look ridiculous and you wonder what Harry’s thinking at the moment. Your heart’s pounding out of your chest and if it were silent enough you could probably hear it. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.” He takes your hand into yours, “ It’s gonna be okay, I’ll help you in the meantime, we’ll find a new job, stay here.” You find his offer generous but you can’t accept that again. You can’t keep letting your super star boyfriend fix everything for you. You know with a snap of your fingers he could get anything done for you, but that’s not what you want. 

“ Harry, no, you can’t keep trying to fix everything for me.” your back hitting the back of the sofa and your hand fly up to your face as you take in a deep breath. “ They fired me because people complained that I got the job because of you. People worked their asses to get there and here comes in a freshly graduated college student, surrounded by older men that thought they could have a pass at me. And women that resented me for it, they couldn’t even give me a reason or excuse to fire me besides the truth that others were intimidated by me…” you see Harry midway get up and pace back and forth and you can see flames brewing in his eyes, “ Did someone make a pass at you, bub?” Your heart stops for a second because you let your little secret slip out and he wasn’t supposed to find out. 

You too stood up, and your gulped the rest of your saliva down as Harry takes a step closer, “ I’m asking you again, did someone make a fucking pass at you?” you can tell he wants to scream and break something but he’s holding it down. “ Why didn’t you tell me?”... “ Y/N I’m asking you a fucking question” his curses sting you everytime he throws them out. 

“ Y-Y-Y-Yes.” was all you could mutter out. You gently sit down onto the sofa which you thought would signal Harry to do the same but he’s pacing back and forth. You clear your throat and take a few breaths. “ L-L-Last week, while we were in a m-m-meeting..” you take another deep breath, “ one of the CEO’S, one of the brothers walked past me and touched my ass, he apologized. But then it happened again, and again and then touched my leg all the way until my thigh…” You can see Harry’s eyes are filled with fire and rage, but you still your hand out and he takes it, and sits down in front of you again, “ and again, he apologized, but then I could feel him, just staring right at me and I felt disgusted, I felt so filthy during the whole meeting. ” You look back up to Harry and the only thing he could muster up to say is your name. 

“There’s one more thing but you have to promise, promise, promise me that can’t get mad.”

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He’s staring back at his precious little Bub and he can’t believe what she’s telling him. He’s mad that she kept this from him, he’s mad that she got fired, and he doesn’t think that he can bare her saying anything else. But here she is, spilling her anxiety and insecurities out to him and he’s thankful for that. He’s mad at himself for putting her in this position, and he swears to God the moment that she’s done talking he’s driving over there and beating the shit out of whoever did this to her. 

“ Just say it” he says a bit too aggressively and he catches her jump at his tone. He clears his throat and sits directly next to her, grabbing her hand into his and gently rubbing his thumb on her palm, “ Baby, you can tell me anythin’ ’” He notices her breath chop up but she spills her little secret out, “ H-H-He asked me what was under my skirt and if he could ever find out.”

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Harry’s practically out the door when you look back and you’re up and chasing him. You see him turning his car on and you bang on his windows, practically shattering them before he rolls them down. “ Harry, please, don’t go” your sobbing at this point. “ Don’t leave me, I swear I didn’t let him do anything to me. I promise, baby, I swear to God” your body collapses down onto the stone driveway as you curl up into a ball just sobbing your life away. Harry leaving you would be the worst thing that could have come out of this. 

“ Baby, I’m not leaving you. Let’s go inside.” You were broken and he knew that. You felt disgusted and filthy. Harry on the other hand keeps apologizing but refuses to look at you. Did he too think you’re disgusting? 

You walk into Harry’s bedroom and walk to your side of of his closet and pull a pair of panties out and grab an oversized t-shirt to change into. Harry followed you in, but when he notices you get undressed he immediately walks out, he saddens you that he thinks he can’t watch you anymore. “ H, you don’t have to walk out” it silent for a minute until he comes back in, “ Y/N, all I can see is some perv’s hands going up and down your thigh, his hand grabbing your ass, MY ass, no one elses” he sighs in annoyance “ Why didn’t you tell me, Bubs?” he looked defeated as he sits on the bed. Without getting dressed you walk over to the bed and crawl onto it, sitting next to Harry. “ Harry I was ashamed, I felt disgusted and damaged. I couldn’t even look at myself. I didn’t want to keep this from you, I swear. I just didn’t know how or what to say” Harry runs his thumb against your cheek and pushed a piece of hair out of your face, and takes in for a sweet embrace. “ Bubs, you can tell me anythin’ you eva want” 

“ I think we need to get yeh’ washed up though. Your poor make-up has run all down yeh’ face. Why don’t I run a bath for yeh’ so you can relax and we can figura’ out a plan later” You follow him into his bathroom while he starts running a bath for you and he helps you take the remainder of your clothes, which isn’t much, just your bra and panties. Harry places a soft kiss behind your ears and wraps his arms around your torso, you can feel his heart beating so fast, you practically thought it would pop out of his chest. “ I love you Bubs, and I’ll always keep you safe. But I swear to God himself, I’m going down there tomorrow and getting that bastard fired. No one’s ever allowed to touch you like that ever again” Your insides start to feel warm again, and your body loosens up under your touch because you know Harry would never hurt or violate you like that. Harry only wants the best for you and to keep you safe. “ Will you take the bath with me? Just hold me, I need to be held” Anyone could see the smile that plastered on Harry’s face from a mile away, “ I would love to”. 

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Colors

GIF ARE NOT MINE!

Characters: Steve Rogers, Reader, Peggy Carter, OC!Male Joseph James Rogers

Word Count: I don't know.I lost track.

Warnings: Language, stalker!reader.

A/N: So first of all, I'm not really confident about the way I write. English is not my first language so please go easy on me. I love to write but I still have to learn more things to perfect my writings. You'll see when you read my work. Okay, enough of that. So the reason why I did write this is because I wanna share my work with you guys. I got inspired to write this while listening to Colors by Halsey. If you haven't heard that, please try to give it a try. It's one of my favorite songs from Halsey. And also, I hope this will shock everyone at the ending of the story and I hope you like my work. So, let's start and enjoy reading! 💜

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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, dreaming about the things you wanted to do with him when the sun peeking through your curtain, which made you open your eyes. You groan and blinded for a second and look around the room your at it. You sit and your back at wall behind you and adjusting your vision so you can see perfectly. You stared at yourself in the mirror and the side of your lips went up and thinking it's a brand new day to start your routine. You jumped out your bed and headed towards the bathroom and do your thing. You hum as your wash yourself and close your eyes thinking of his face. Oh, how you love his face every morning. How the sun touch his perfect skin, and those lovely eyes where you can see the galaxies in it. God, how you wished to held by him. And the way his smile at you takes away you breathe. How you long for his touch.

As you dream about him, a loud knock on your door interrupt you from dreaming. The knock went louder and you can't help but to groan annoyance. You hurridly turn off the shower and wrap the towel around your body. The knocks continue and you swear if that person won't stop knocking, you're ready to throw anything at that person.

"Just a second!" you shout and angrily open the door. You froze in your spot when you saw the person who's been knocking at your very loudly. You hurridly composed yourself and gave her a smile.

"Mrs. Rogers, h-hey! What are you doing here?"

God, what is she doing here? It's too early for this. You can't help curse under your breathe and compose yourself again. God, you hate the way she startled you.

"Hello dear. I'm so sorry for short notice but the boys and I are up early and we decided to invite you to eat breakfast with us. I'm pretty sure the boys will love your company, dear."

Your eyes immediately sparkled when she mentioned them. Your mind immediately picture him in your head drinking his morning coffee, politely talk and sneakily give you his breathtaking smirk. God, you can't wait to see that. You face Peggy and thank her for inviting you. You face Mrs. Rogers and smiled widely at her.

"Oh! I'd love that, Peggy. Please do come in and let me just finish my bath so we can join the boys." You offered and Peggy accepted it. You excused yourself and headed towards the bathroom. This is gonna be a great day today.

As you two walking, Peggy starts telling the story about her son James, which is your boyfriend about his childhood. As she continue her story, your mind is somewhere else. You didn't pay attention because you're not interested. It's rude but you're not in the mood to hear her voice. It just irritate you a lot. When she's glancing at you while still talking, you smiled to her and acting like you're listening. You just let her. Finally, the two of you reached the entrance and you immediately took a picture using the camera your holding and pointed it towards your boyfriend and his dad.

As you finished, you hurridly run down towards the boys and James immediately gave you a kiss on your lips earning a laugh from his father who's watching you two with a happy smile. Soon after, Peggy stands close to her husband and you lift your camera to capture their kiss. You smiled at them and sat on your chair. The four of you starts talking about your day and Peggy raised her hand to call a waiter so the four of you can start ordering your breakfast. Peggy and James ordered tea and bread, while Steve ordered a heavy meal, which you also ordered.

"You sure you can finish it doll?" Steve questioned and you gave him a nod.

"Of course, I can. I'm a big girl now, you know." you replied and gave him a wink. Laughter erupts around your table as your boyfriend James gave you a kiss on your cheeks, and Peggy and Steve gave you two a genuine smile.

As the four of you wait for your food, James challenged his father, Steve at tennis. Whoever wins gets a picture with you, which to your surprise. You immediately shook your head and suggest that the winner can get a picture with Peggy but to your surprise, the three of them insist that the winner takes a picture wih you and you had no choice but to give in. You looked up and you saw Steve stared at you for a second and immediately turn his attention back to his wife. What was that?

Finally, after finishing the breakfast. It was the start of the challenge. But before all four of you decides to head towards the court, the boys excused themselves first and headed towards the men's room, which leaves you with Peggy. As Peggy continue talking, you excused yourself also that you need to fix yourself before heading the court. Peggy gave you a smile and you run towards the ladies room like your life depends on it.

You smile widely as you snap another photo of him. You look at the photo and you can't help but to bring it to your lips and kissed it. How you love that lips of him. As you continue to snap a photo, your eyes widened when he start lifting his shirt and as for you, you squirm and trying to calm yourself even it didn't work. You hurridly took a shot and another shot and you would do anything to touch him. You were busy looking at the photo when you heard his voice making you tear away from the photo and God fucking damn it, you silently pray that his thing would fit you. You took a shot again. Every inch of his body. From his eyes, nose, lips to his nipples, muscles and down to his legs. You stared at your photo again and admiring it. He is the real definition of Adonis, and you were sure that you'll feel that perfectly sculpted muscles around you. You're very sure of that. Your head snapped when you heard them walking towards the door. You immediately fix your things run towards your room. You decided to arranged that later and you headed towards the court, and of course not forgetting your precious camera. You're gonna fill the notebook of yours with the pictures of him. You were so glad that your boyfriend insisted you to come with them. A smile crept up to your face as you began to snap another photos of him. It was always him. God, you just love him so damn much and want so him so bad.

A week later after the wonderful weekend with the Rogers, you are back again with your daily life. Which means, the life of a student and your daily stalking of him. Yes, it was creepy but you really can't help yourself. You're too deep in love with him. The school ended up early because of the big game of your school, which you really don't care. Now, you decided to stalk him instead and capture a bunch of pictures of him. You immediately gathered your things, ignoring the call of your boyfriend in the hallway and you run towards the secret place where you can watch him creepily.

You bring your camera to your eyes and capture a photo of him. You can't help but to bite your lips as he run down his hand down to his body. He cupped his crotch and release a fucking sexy moan that also made you touch yourself. Good thing they suspend the class early. He began to unzip his zipper and his dick immediately flung out of his boxer. God, he's big. God bless america for that. You snap a photo of it and lay it down to your side as you began to rub yourself, imagining his lips into yours. You had to stop yourself from moaning loudly, for him to not catch you. He stroke his huge dick and pumped it fast. He groan and you wished you knew what made him jerk himself out of nowhere. This is the fifth time you catch him doing that and it reslly made you curious. As you two began to feel that you're close, he fasten his pace and you were too. In a span of minutes, you both came and you feel yourself that you're going to pass out. You silently fix yourself and when you turn your attention to him, his gaze towards where you're hiding was intense. You froze on your spot when he smirk at you. Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

He knew. He knew you're watching him. He knew that you're hiding. He knew it was you.

He turn his gaze away from you and clean himself. He fix his things and with the last one look, he gave you again an intense look that made you gulp and turn away and walk towards the door. When you heard the door clicked, you didn't know what you're gonna do. The sweat run down to your temple and you're fucked up now. How will act in front of him? You wiped the beads of your sweat and immediately fix your things and lock yourself in your room. You need to lay down. Maybe days or weeks. This is not what you're expecting today. God, you were so fucked.

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Key: fluff, humor, honestly some ranting haha

Characters: reader x felix

Count: 3.1k words

Part: 1 2 3

Description: who knew a late night run to the grocery store also meant running into a boy with a peculiar voice, literally.

Note: this was my first chapter of a fic I wanted to write but I kinda liked it as a one shot so here we go! I’m still learning so bare with the writing and mistakes! most likely will make a part 2 or 3 but no promises segrtergsefb

GIF Originally Posted by @felixeslee

You tugged your scarf closer to your face as you walked down the streets of Seoul. You were creating a mental map in your head of the area surrounding you.

Although you've been living in Seoul for 3 years already, you haven't quite gotten the hang of going around. Having almost no other connections in the country has also been making it more difficult.

The words were ringing in your ears, the lingering chill that spiked down your spine, as if they were just spoken.

"Y/N I forbid you, I swear you better come back here before you regret it."

Old news you didn’t need to think about, baggage you were still letting go.

It was later in the night, most residents and tourists have retreated into their homes and hotels by now.

However, a good handful of people were still milling about, friends hanging out, adults having late night drinks, or late night shopping. Specifically grocery shopping, which was where you fell in the categories.

The streets were illuminated by golden glows and neon colored signs, advertising hole-in-the-wall restaurants and tourist attractions. Instead, what caught your eye was everyone's fan favorite: the 24 hour convenience store, it indeed deserved that name.

A breeze from outside rushed behind you as you entered the store, your brown hair flew around your face, along with your scarf. You grabbed a basket with one hand as the other is busy trying to tame your airborne hair.

You started down the aisles, picking out the cheapest food items and ingredients you could find. The life of a student.

There was no one else in the store but the cashier, an old man who was busy watching the small TV monitor on the wall and counting money at the register, most likely his earnings from earlier in the day.

You hadn’t gone grocery shopping in a long time, living in a small dorm by yourself didn’t really prompt a lot of needs that needed to be replenished often. Not to mention your lack of eating, sometimes remembering mealtimes was easier said than done.

You filled your basket with the last few snacks that your hands could grabbed before striding towards the register. You politely greeted the cashier, reaching into the pocket of your long coat and pulling out a few coupons and cash, ready to hand them over.

While the old man scanned your items, you noticed all the posters and pictures plastered all over the wall behind him.

Idol groups: boys and girls alike, all very beautiful, a little unreal you might add. Many of them were group photo shoots but some had members individual headshots.

You recognized many groups displayed, from the big-shots like BTS, EXO, and Twice. To upcoming phenomenons like NCT's 18 member super group, just to name a few.

A sad smile curved on your lips, you had a push and pull relationship with idol groups, never quite cemented your opinions on them.

You've never had a issues with the idols themselves, in fact you used to be a huge fan, following so many groups, listening to their music, and even learning their fanchants, the whole shabang. That was the pull towards the appeal. Idols used to be your role models for as long as you could remember.

Repeat that: used to be.

The industry that produced Idols was what killed your appeal. That's the push. When you were younger you had no idea what it took to be in the limelight of the idol industry, of the trainee life.

But who could you blame, a majority of the world never knows that it takes to be successful, you were no different.

Over time, the idea of boys and girls your age being subjected to their looks and physical appearance, whether their voices were deemed alright, and collapsing from over exerting their bodies dancing. It was all too much for you, even as someone on the side lines.

Don't even get yourself started on the negatives of the fans and fandoms. However, the only light to shed on this was that at least Kpop isn’t the only industry that had extremes among those that enjoy it. Western music fans that were toxic over there, were just as extreme too.

You knew that most fans were regular people and just enjoy the music and the bands but sometimes the polarizing few become too much. Maybe it's human nature to have bad apples everywhere.

One incident you remembered a few years ago was the Shinee’s Taemin and APink’s Eaeun situation. A perfect example of the viciousness of fans and their hate and outbursts whenever they saw their idols do something they don't like.

They'd stalk, harass, and belittle anyone that was even in a 10 ft vicinity of the star. Following them around saying disgusting insults, hammering the nails even further. You don't think you’ve ever seen two people in such distress before.

It was such a shame really, for all we know Shinee's makane may have really loved her like he said on the show.

Now years later, the two are left to only avoid each other on stages and music shows when their groups cross paths. Minimizing contact at all cost to protect Eaeun from further harassment for just being around him.

And that wasn't even a scandal, some fans just couldn't stand their oppa being potentially happy with another person.

to be honest that whole section was me being emo after I watched so many videos about it and for all i know none of it was true or real or it was real and they were hurt because of it, either way i don’t feel like deleting it so sorry to anyone annoyed by it lmao

Although idols weren’t on your radar anymore, you would always know of them, it's inevitable. You were living in the time where they were growing the most international.

Music has always been a love of yours and that's all you’ve been focusing on ever since you came to Seoul. That's probably the last connection you had to idols, your love for music, your love for what you do.

The old man finished ringing you up, bagging all of your groceries and handing you the receipt.

"Hold on dear," the elder said, as he crouched down and shuffled with something under the desk.

Restlessly, you tapped your fingers against the counter. Looking around at all the idol merchandise, your eyes were drawn on to the TV monitor.

"N E X T  W E E K  O N  M N E T!" 

On the TV screen, many different clips of a few boys wearing dark clothes in a dance studio flashed by. There was a voice over, by an older man, explaining the tasks the trainees had to overcome. It was an idol survival show.

In some flashes they were sitting in a half circle talking intensely, in others they were dancing to choreography as one person sat out giving thorough feedback. However, the last clip showed a lot of the boys individually, either writing lyrics or practicing the lines.

You had barely caught the large strikingly red S and K at the end of the clip before the old man bounced up from searching below, stealing your attention again.

"Aha I found it!"

He brought out a small booklet, as if it was a manual you’d get along with a new speaker you'd buy. A manual it was not. You looked at the cover featuring a subtle sky blue with the Hangul lettering in white.

SCOUTING: COMPANY AUDITION & EMPLOYMENT INFORMATION

"You, young lady, look like these idol kids that are hung up on this wall," he gestured behind him while placing the small book into one of the bags. "We're given these little things all the time by a handful of companies to 'scout for rough potential.’ We only give them out during the day but since you're here so late I figured why not give you one eh?"

You stared oddly at the bags full of your food and now with a book that's basically a catalog of idol company hotlines. Looking back and forth between the wall of posters and the old man's kind smile you felt your cheeks blush at the gesture as you hesitantly smiled back.

"Uhh . . . thank you sir you are very generous," you stiffly bow, thanking him for the bags, still slightly baffled by the idol comment.

Ironic. You still remembered being told the same thing once, but that it’d be the only thing you’d be known for.

How superficial.

To save yourself from further embarrassment you briskly headed for the door. The chilly fall air brushed against your cheek, the bags in your hands slightly swaying due to the quick pace. Walking only a few feet away from the convenience store, you looked down at the bags thinking about what the man said.

Yeah right, become an idol your ass.

Before you could look up you felt your right shoulder collide into another figure, earning a loud yelp from the both of you. You dropped your bags as you stumbled slightly losing your balance while the other person, who you realized was a guy, stumbled on his step too.

The guy reached his hands out and gripped your arms on both sides steadying you. Because of the small tug from his motion, you had accidentally taken a step towards him, slightly closing the space between you guys.

"Are you alright?" a deep voice asked, filled with concern. Shocked, our eyes flickered to meet his. English?

He had ebony brown hair parted on the left side of his face. It was a tad longer than most of the men’s hair you see around but the way it flowed just to his eyebrows perfectly framed his sharp pale face.

He was decked in all black clothing, sneakers and all. He was only maybe 3 or 4 inches taller than you yet his dark hoodie and jeans seemed to make his figure tower over you. His jaw was angular, skin a little paler than yours and lightly dusted across his nose and cheeks were freckles.

bahaha apparently he is 5' 7  rn its okay tho because i’m hella short

"Yeah I am,"  you mumbled back, stunned by his dark eyes staring down at you.

He grinned at you showing of a white smile. He gently let go of your arms and crouched down to pick up the fallen bags. "I think we're both going to run into something worse than each other someday if we don't pay attention to where we're going."

You quirked up an eyebrow. "You speak English?"

"I don’t know, does it sound like I'm speaking Spanish?" he chuckled at his own joke. 

His voice was like the ocean itself. A deep flowing tone, miles under sea level, it was a complete contrast from the pretty face it was coming from.

Your ears seemed to ring listening to his voice. An accent of some sort? It wasn't an American accent like your own, nor was it European, it was distinct. You couldn't really put a finger on it.

"Don't take offense to this but are you a foreigner too?" you questioned.

"Hmm I wonder what gave it away," he flashed you an amused look, carefully handing over the bags full of your groceries. "But yes I am, you?"

"I guess we're both in the foreigners club here," you said looking up at him. "I'm from the States."

"Ahh so I got an American on my hands."

You furrowed your eyebrows at him half amused and half curious.

"And what's that supposed to mean huh?" you shot back. He laughed at your counter, the happy sound echoing through the street.

"I knew you couldn't have been another Aussie," he shoved his hands in his pockets, tilting his head a bit, as if thinking about how he wants to form his next comment. "Your accent made that clear, love."

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words, him following suit. So he's Korean Australian, that's new. 

You thought it was only the British that said love.

An electronic ding rings out of the boy's jacket. Quickly pulling his hands out of his pocket with a phone in grip, he opened up the device to view a message he just received.

Sighing, he typed a quick reply to the other person on the other end. You noticed the slight bags under his eyes as his faces was illuminated from the phone. His posture was relaxed but slightly rigid in some movements.

He was clearly exhausted.

When he looked back at you, you took a step back putting some distance between each other, bending down and respectfully bowed to him, greeting him in Korean.

He bowed and greeted you back.

"I'm sorry for bumping into you, I didn't realize it was possible to bump into someone in plain sight," he said, shyly scratching the back of his neck.

You waved him off. "It's okay, I should've been watching where I was going but thank you for helping me."

"It's the least I can do after I sent you spiraling," he replied. He flinched as a few more buzzes went of from his phone, clearly whoever was texting him wasn't willing to wait much longer.

Time to go.

"Looks like my fellow foreigner has to go," You said, tilting your head to the side. "Seems urgent."

"Just my hyungs," he sighed, rubbing his eyes a little. "It was my turn to get snacks for home. Didn't realize I was on a time frame though."

"Lose a bet?"

"Something like that," he said. He held a hand out with the same grin on his face from before. "Well Miss America it was nice bumping into you."

You reached out to shake his hand.

His big hand I'm sorry I snorted writing this haha was warm, delicately holding onto your smaller one, they seemed to tingle at the touch. "I could say the same thing too, Aussie."

You let go of each other hands and exchange a small bow again. The brown haired boy started a step towards the convenience store until he paused and turned back to look at you. He seemed to be debating if it was worth to ask you something.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" He asked.

"Haven't even known each other for an hour," you jokingly raised an eyebrow at him. "Straight forward I see."

He laughed while taking off his beanie, running his fingers through his hair a little. He played the edges of his sweatshirt looking a way a bit, fidgeting.

"Well if you aren't doing anything tomorrow night you should come to Sinchon. I heard there's a lot of busking in the streets since it'll be Friday," he rushed.

"And you want me to come watch with you?" you pressed back. It was an interesting hang out choice for sure, but he's sparked your curiosity. You wanted to mess with him a little longer. "How will I find you? Doesn't seem safe to just give my phone number to a stranger I met on the street. I mean come on we haven't even exchanged names."

His face perked up. Clearly surprised that you were playing along with him. "It's Felix, Lee Felix. And what does my favorite foreigner call themselves?

"Ha ha ha you think you're so witty don't you? I'm Min y/n."

His eyes glistened under the city lights, you felt your heart pound faster at the way his face changed into content after learning your name. "So what do you say miss y/n? Care to join a night of fun with your favorite foreigner?"

"Hmm, maybe you'll see me there," you joked sarcastically. "How am I supposed to turn down the offer of a lifetime?"

You weren’t lying to be honest, even though the idea of watching some buskers was interesting, you weren’t completely sure if you could go. You had a long schedule for tomorrow but you didn't have the heart to ruin his excitement.

Felix's hand shot down back into his pocket to fish out his phone again before handing it to you looking away quickly, avoiding your eyes.

"Maybe you'll feel better if we had a way to let each other know when we'll be there," he mumbled, his cheeks tinting a bit pink.

"Is that how you're going to ask for my number?"

"If it's working then yes."

Laughing at his honestly you gingerly took the phone out of his hands and put in your number. His fingers lightly brushed against your own causing tingles to travel up your hands. 

Ignoring the flutters in your stomach, you frantically typed in your info, becoming very embarrassed every time you made a typo. Feeling a heavy gaze watching you, you had barely missed the small comment that slipped out of his lips. 

"Cute," he muttered under his breath.

You felt like digging yourself in a hole while you waited for him to put in his own number on your phone, openly spamming in some middle school emoji choices for the heck of it.

His cheeks raised up as a smile lit up on his face. "Can't wait to see you there!" You nodded happily at him trying to calm the nerves that were spreading through your body. 

What kind of trouble were you getting yourself into?

You urged him to finally head towards the store, it was like you could hear more message alerts already coming of his phone from a mile away. Waving goodbye as we walked away from each other, you couldn't help but feel the excitement building up already inside. You haven't had a light hearted conversation like this in a long time.

You closed your eyes seeing the painted image of his dark eyes looking down at you, hearing his deep voice that hilariously did not match his face. 

His voice.

You whipped around from where you were, only a few feet further from the store and where you just spoke. You spotted the same boy right in front of the store, just about to push the door in.

"Hey Aussie!" 

Your shout echoed through the empty dark street. The sky was clear and the moon was out, a perfect chilly day in November. 

He turned to your direction surprised at your call. Doing the same head tilt like before, he was about to reply until you beat him to it.

"I like your accent." 

His eyes twinkled a bit as he smirked back, amused.

"I like yours too."

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AI is more important in translation of language now AI system are   learning new languages and translate from one natural language to another natural language

Speaking to Wired about deep learning in general, one Google investigator noted that “People innocently believe that if you take deep learning and…1,000 times more data, a neural net will be able to do everything a human being can do, but that’s just not true.” Despite its rising popularity, AI translation is not quite there yet compared to experienced human translators.

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IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: N/A CURRENT AGE: 19 DEBUT AGE:N/A TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 15 COMPANY: Koala.T SECONDARY SKILL: N/A

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): duckie INSPIRATION: her best friends in high school. it really started with them. dancing snow-balled into wanting to perform in front of huge crowds. if it hadn’t been for the small push to come out of her shell, she wouldn’t have found out what she was really passionate about. SPECIAL TALENTS:

beat boxing

can answer a question related to one piece, correctly in one try 

voice intimation 

NOTABLE FACTS:

has an idol family member that’s her cousin but it’s only mentioned that she has a family member in the entertainment industry as a whole. 

featured on the 1st season of produce project. 

has a studious image relating to her even as a trainee, would be seen doing school work in bts clips or small portions during the show. she showed a lot of self-doubt. towards the end, once she became close with a few girls and they encouraged her, she gained more confidence in herself. 

on produce, when it came to challenges she thought she wouldn’t do well on. she would cave under pressure while other girls tried to tackle it head on. 

the small fanbase she has formed due her hard working image when it comes to idol life and school. 

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

the first thing jinkyong wants to do is have a stable debut. before she could even think of more career goals, she wants to be able to have a permanent group. once her time in  pro.logue ends, she’ll be a trainee again. the one thing she wants is to make sure she can finally debut in her own group. once she debuts under company, she wants to focus on being a productive member of her group first. the first few years are the most risky. between pro.logue and her debut, she does want to be on some tv show’s. it would be nice if she could guest on a show like hello counselor or law of the jungle. she’d also like to go on a show like unpretty rap star. any tv that doesn’t require her to just be funny on the spot, but something that has a focus so it’s easier to show off her hard work. she also hopes to open a sound-cloud to really focus on her own rapping, and personal music style. which also means finally upgrading the mixing programs she has now.  

LONG-TERM GOALS:

long term, jinkyong wants to be a in a girl group that will last in the end. a lot of groups fall apart and she doesn’t want the same for her group. personally, within a few years she hopes to be able to work on music for her group as a producer. she knows it could years before the company lets her work on music but she wants too.  following that she wants to be able to achieve the level of writing for other groups or artist. if there was one thing she wanted to do in the future, even if it’s just once, she wants to try acting. because she’s a fairly shy person and would fit more of the ‘doe eyed’ female lead, she wants to try a girl crush character. it’s not something she knows can happen for sure but if there was a t least once chance in her entire career, it would be fun. taking the future into account, she’d want to have a solo debut with music made by her and for her. it possibly, and if the company allowed she’d want to focus on rapping. and expand on her talent for it outside of an idol group, where her style would be limited and heavily controlled. if anything by the end of her career she wants to be known as a talented rapper and overall performer. which would lead to her biggest dream for the stage: her own solo concert. if she could achieve something that, it’d be a proud moment. since she started this path, her goal first and foremost had been to stand on stage in front of bunch of people and perform. so, holding her own stage would be the biggest goal she wants to accomplish in her career.

IDOL IMAGE

when it comes to her public image, it’s one of a hard worker. this had been formed on produce project and it had been her first introduction to the public. at the start of the show, jinkyong managed to keep herself down and a few viewers seemed disappointed in that. thing’s didn’t look well until they neared the end of the show and people could see her hard-work. she had become less self-doubting and at least attempted to do well before became hard on herself. it helped that the show showed would small clips of her practicing late, always asking for feedback. that turned things in her favor and helped her to start to acquire a small fanbase. since then, she had been viewed as a person who never quits. whenever they can meet fans, she often encourages them to keep trying no matter what. 

she’s also viewed as a studious idol. at any given time, she could be seen studying. it is also something she talks about often, mainly mentioning her goal of wanting to learn as many languages as possible and wanting to go to college at some point. if the group has a v-live session or she is allowed to a solo one, jinkyong will try and answer’s fans questions about their on home-work. it’s not something that is widely public knowledge but can find post about it on fan communities. mainly her fan base does as a small promotion tactic for her and it’s earned a positive response from non-fans who causally view the post. 

while she doesn’t have the image of a ‘happy virus’ fans do find some of her small quirks cute. one mainly being her love for the manga one piece, she’s an avid fan and if asked about, jinkyong could go on and on about it. some find it charming because it’s a moment where jinkyong completely lets go of insecurities and is extremely confident. often, as her signatures for fans she’ll write down a quote she likes and so far no quote as been the same. overall, she’s seen as an idol who’s diligent on improving and overcoming her own personal worries. right now it works and easy for her company to market as long as she shows signs of constantly improving.

IDOL HISTORY

her parents couldn’t wrap their heads around the idea of an ‘idols’. even when her older cousin finally made their debut, jinkyong could remember her parents saying it was a bad idea. a stable job that would allow them to live happily is what they wanted. it was expected that jinkyong would follow them, become a teacher or get a well paying desk job.( or she could even dare to dream high and study medicine.) they had taught her that it was best if she played it safe.

and jinkyong? she did just as she was told. there hadn’t been a reason to not listen to her parents. plus, she did like studying, pouring over books. she was the model student, the model daughter. everything they wanted. until middle school at least. jinkyong was considered ( and considered ) herself painfully shy, she only had a few friends. the small group that reached out to her. it was there she found her best friend and it had been her best friend that convinced her join the school’s dance club. even if it was just to meet new people, she should try it. 

and she did. 

after her parents approval of course. they did. they hadn’t seen it as a bad thing. not at first. she was a top student, her grades were always stellar and jinkyong was good for her words. if she promised she would keep up with her school work. they had complete faith in her. they saw it as a good why to socialize ( even her parent realized their daughter as a social butterfly. ) it had been with those thoughts that they signed off on it. no one expected the out-come, jinkyong had fallen in love with performing. even if she hadn’t been on the level of her best friend who was amazing. it just felt good, good to go out with her friends and busk. it had felt good to see people cheering her on and even better when they saw improvement. she wasn’t the best but she had been working towards it. 

it could be seen in everything, she had the chance to lead the team in a performance or two. it was slow and steady and her pace. it didn’t create a social butterfly out of her, like her parents thought it would but she did make new friends. 

that’s when the idea began to grow, she wanted to seriously perform on huge stage. jinkyong had started to find her dream and it lead her to thinking about her future. what she really wanted to do. she wanted to become a person who shone on stage and that’s when it came to her. 

becoming an idol.

jinkyong wasn’t sure how to go about it at first, but she knew she had to make her parents see she was serious. there wasn’t a chance they’d say yes and there would be even less of a chance if she didn’t show them she was serious. so, she came up with the idea to form a small dance crew that could meet up once a week and twice on the weekends. between school work and home-work, they performed on the streets of hongdae. that had become a true gate-way, she even go on nights when she didn’t have to perform. nights to simply watch all the artist hongdae had to offer. the indie performers that had chosen to take a different route. it was here she started to become a regular, even learning the names of a few people who always performed, and they knew hers. through this she had found another group of a friends. due to this, there were a lot of long days and some times sleepless nights but even if she was tired, the satisfaction of performing settled in. it had been a wild thought. ( at least a wild thought for the studious teenage jinkyong ) and she signed up her group for a talent show. and she hadn’t even expected them to win, but she knew if she wanted to become a trainee ( and get scouted so she could have a leg up on her parents. ) she would have to put herself out there. 

right after it ended, a woman came to her. asking if she had any thoughts on becoming an idol. ( and for jinkyong, it was like her prayers had been answered. ) then came the begging, the constant begging. ( “mom..dad..they wanted me! please.” ) finally, she got a yes but wouldn’t just come easy. now they were even stricter about her grades and where they expected her to be as far as her education. 

her presence in her dance club dwindled to almost nothing. even her tips to just hang out with her indie friends and basically come to an end. ( which she almost felt horrible for but her friends encourage her. )  Instead she threw herself into her company, coming home late, forcing herself to finish her home work and then falling asleep in class.

jinkyong barely saw her friends outside of class and even then, her head would be ducked and she’d pour over home-work, wanting to make sure she got enough done. anything so she could focus on herself as a trainee. she didn’t allow herself to relax at home for a bit, she headed straight to her company. jinkyong had been determined to work hard, it would pay off. it had to pay off. it did pay off. 

( she thought it did. )

when she joined the company, it had been her first push towards rapping. once she entered the company, they tested in all skills, through a series of classes and evaluations. finally, they settled on pushing her to become a rapper. across the board, they thought that she had budding talent there. and it wasn’t something jinkyong had thought about before. she had found it cool while watching her friends in hongdae, but she hadn’t though about it for herself. she didn’t think it was a skill she would be good at. now, she would do her best in it. now she found herself asking for help from her friends. on top of her company, she thought it would be good if studied it on her own as well. if she was going to rap, she wanted to do it properly. amazingly, she took it more than she thought she would. the first way that had been taught to her included writing her own lyrics. it was stressed that sincerity was the most important part, she could only rap about what she knew. later, she could find her own flow, her own style but for now she needed to understand the process behind it. ( and it was here writing lyrics had become her favorite pass-time. the subject of being her relationship with her parents. her own self-doubts and out of that, her first raps had been born. ) 

after a year of training, jinkyong had been selected to be apart of the debut group. this would be the start of her career, soon she would stand on stage. and then a few weeks into planning, while members were being finalized. jinkyong had been cut. ( and it was like a blow to her chest. she wanted to know why. but they had brushed it off. vague reasons as to why she didn’t make. ) 

there still hadn’t been any thoughts of giving up.  work harder, train more, do anything to become a stand out trainee. there was the chance that her dancing wasn’t up to par, maybe her singing or rapping needed work more work. it would be hard to find another company. she should just stay and try again for another group debut. but when her parents saw that a new group was coming out and jinkyong wasn’t in it, they jumped at the chance to pull her out. it was as if they had been waiting for this moment. a chance that would prove them right when it came to her career. 

( and she hated the fact that they said they were doing it for it. that they were only thinking about her. that they knew what would be best for her and following her dreams wasn’t apart of it. ) 

then they would pile on how much they did for her. how they only wanted her to succeed in life. the guilt ate her, was she being over dramatic? was rapping, dancing, and just performing on stage that bad? did really have no idea of how much her parents were trying to save her the trouble? would she just really throw away all of her hard work at school until this point? 

( but when it came to the question of she would be happy with the desk job, she wasn’t. she wouldn’t be happy until she truly tried to achieve what she really wanted. ) 

 and she didn’t give up. in fact, it drove her more and now rapping had quickly become her favorite way to express herself. now she would sneak off to hongdae to perform again, not as a dancer but as a rapper. her skills would have to grow from the ground up again. after a few weeks of  ‘pretending’ to be upset and grumpy, she started going back on auditions. she didn’t tell her parents. ( she couldn’t until she she got a call back and then she could beg them to let her. )

finally, there was good news. she got a call from koala.t. ( and this  meant it was time to break the news to her parents. it didn’t end well. it ended in a shouting match and slammed doors. ) they had barely spoken before this but it was worse now. in fact, jinkyong made it her mission leave before they woke up and in her room before they got home. her home felt cold. it almost broke her down, the fact that her parents were disappointed in her. ( and she didn’t even have a debut to feel good about. ) but it happened, they would let her go back to training. ( and it wasn’t out of good will. they told her so. she could go back and it the same thing would happen. maybe she had to live it to see it. ) and they wouldn’t make it easy, she also had to give up everything. she could only go to home, go to school or train at the company.  ( it was possible they thought she would break then. )

( but jinkyong was more happy to give it up if it meant a second chance at debuting. ) 

and she knew she would be in for the long haul, the company had just debuted a new girl group. it would be a while before they even thought of debuting a new girl group. jinkyong didn’t mind, she could show her passion. they would be able to see that she was worth it soon enough. it was still an eye-opening experience. maybe training had been easier at her old company, maybe they didn’t push them hard enough. koala.t had given her a slight insight as to why her old company might have pulled her out for another member. she lacked charm. she had skill, there was talent but she wasn’t charming. it was something she could see when comparing herself to other trainees. ( or maybe it was in her but this was the only explanation she had. ) it also quickly became apparent under koala.t that she wasn’t as great a dancer as she thought she was. she wasn’t horrible by any means but she was average. she’d be able to follow the choreography  without trouble. she simply wasn’t at the same level. it was clear to the company that her rapping was her best skill. still, they didn’t stop pushing her. they had also discovered her talent for singing. it came in the form of her coaches asking her to a vocal evaluation for the month. and she tried her best, singing had been another thing she didn’t think much about. sure, she might have a few small lines but her old company wanted her to focus on rapping. it had been discovered that while she hadn’t been seriously trained as a singer, she had a natural talent for it. that had been the shift in her focus from the company’s point of view. it would be best to focus on developing her vocal skills while perfecting her rapping talent. here, they could see steady improvement that they hadn’t been able to see before. 

but after three years and no debut, her parents had had been ready to pull her out again. ( they didn’t see the leaps in progress. how proud she had been once she received just the tiniest of praise from her coaches. they didn’t see they way her eyes lit up at the thought of finally debuting. and she was sure they didn’t care. )  finally a lucky break came. ( lucky to her. ) the company wanted to send her on produce project. it would be a survival and she would have to rep them well. jinkyong was determined too. the start had been rocky, there had a been a few challenge’s that knocked her already low confidence down even more. 

it had been towards the end that the jinkyong who hung out with her close friends started to shine.  it helped, growing closer to the other girls. she had been able to finally be herself around other’s who weren’t in her small group at school. it translated onto stage, she managed to gain a little support. those who liked the way she worked hard until the end. and this time she did debut in pro.logue. it had been a dream, something that she had wanted for so long. finally, it was here. 

( it was also here that her relationship with her parents truly broke.  just when would she be that amazing idol she claimed she would be? when would she have a real debut? one that wouldn’t end in a few months time. it was with that last line she simply stopped caring. she was an adult by now, she couldn’t let herself carry any guilt. she couldn’t allowed their doubts to become her self-doubts. it ended with her holding on her dreams. that over finding that perfect desk job they wanted. it ended almost everything. ) 

there’s still that stubbornness. that need to hang onto what she loved once she found something she loved. now there really was nothing between her and her goal to really debut. she trusted her company this long, one day she would stand on stage debuted in a group by koala.t. even if she had to give up her entire youth. 

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Monsta X as Mystic Messenger Characters

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a/n: hi anon! so i decided that monsta x being as actual(idk) characters so i hope that u enjoy this! 

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Shownu; 

son hyunwoo would be a mixture of Jumin Han and V. 

he’d be really serious all the time, only thinking of the things that would help him in his company and those whom he hold close to his heart,

HOWEVER, yes however, Shownu still knows when to have fun and have a good laugh with the boys, especially when they’ll have the parties 

and of course, Shownu would also be one of the members who would have a lot of guests coming in thanks to his enigmatic aura. 

but then he’d only share confidential information to maybe Changkyun, or Kihyun. 

He’d be tight shut if he discovers an information that might cause a commotion among the members. 

AND HE DOES NOT HAVE A CAT OKAY. 

Shownu would also be good in combat, 

and he’s ready to protect OC, aka. [y/n], from the threats that she would receive after entering Rika’s apartment. 

He also has a good sense of humor.. 

maybe changing his profile picture in the RFA app 

with a picture of him with a monobrow, a dark, full mustache and a bald head… (aka just like what Jumin did lol)

and he’s pretty rich…. like jumin… 

BUT he does have a good relationship with his father 

Wonho;

shin hoseok would be a lot like zen

but he’s a famous singer and songwriter, not an actor

he’s a sweetheart to be honest

shin hoseok knows that he’s handsome but it won’t be to the extent where he boasts and brings the attention to him

he’d literally listen to other people, giving them a shoulder to cry on and an ear to listen to every single problem they’ve bottled up

okay, WONHO WOULD BE REALLY POPULAR AMONG THE WOMEN

all of the guests that he’d be able to invite would be women and music companies

he has a soft spot for his family and friends

but due to the fact that he’s always focusing on other people

it’d be a big downside for him

he’d be bottling up his problems and emotions that would cause him depression

BUT BUT BUT BUT once he met [y/n], the OC, everything would change to be honest

he’s a really jolly person, always smiling and of course, his lisp won’t be gone

he’s also the big brother of the RFA members and he has a good relationship with Shownu despite the differences of their success and personal background

Minhyuk;

lee minhyuk is definitely like Yoosung..he’d be that fresh college grad who’s practically addicted to playing to overwatch

the members would be curious on how he could be practically active on their chatroom all the time and play overwatch all the time….

but then since he’s practically addicted to overwatch, he would go out of his apartment…

and would probably just live off with some convenience store kimbap or ramyeon and some water… and iced americano

the boys would be so worried about him and his future to be honest 

like he’s spending all of his money on overwatch that he couldn’t even throw in a proper meal for himself

HOWEVER due to his addiction to overwatch, he’d also be able to meet famous players from all over the world

and would probably invite guests that…. are one of his kind…

he’s a real chatterbox and sometimes…. the member would mute the chatroom… since he’d be spamming them

and when he’s drunk, and he, idk knows that [y/n] is interested on another member, 

he’d probably drunk call that guy who [y/n] would be interested and bawl his eyes out, telling them to take care of [y/n] and whatnot, and would probably whine and act like a baby, telling his hyung aka Wonho to drink up since its his treat lol only to find out that [y/n] likes him lol

but then there would be a time when he finally removes himself from playing overwatch, socializing with random people, learning new hobbies like being a dog whisperer or something and even getting a job offering from SHOWNU AND KIHYUN BUT HED TURN DOWN KIHYUN SINCE HE OFFERED HIM TO BE THE ONE WHO CLEANS THE WHOLE CAFE...

Kihyun;

yoo kihyun would be like assistant kang or jaehee to be exact

but then i think he’s more like of a cafe owner but also in a joint corporation with shownu somehow

he’s practically really healthy that he would tell the boys to have a decent meal at the exact time for those meals

and he’d be practically like the mom… as usual

kihyun would nag at the boys, telling them to start looking for guests and even he’d organize the whole thing with [y/n]

but then he’d be really sensitive at times that he’d literally bark at the members if he finds something wrong about their choice of words or action

he’d also be practically overprotective with everyone especially with [y/n] but then.. at first he was cold towards [y/n]… lol

telling the boys to piss off and to not flirt with her, especially to uhm wonho or hyungwon

since it might “ruin” their names and dreams and whatnot

BUT THE TRUTH IS…. he likes you

like who wouldn’t okay

kihyun would also be like the ASSISTANT of shownu but it’s like the other way around since…. shownu would practically ask kihyun for advice and some ideas and if his project could gain a lot of positive feedbacks and whatnots

and of course, kihyun has a lot of connections, which means he has a lot of potential guests to invite

Hyungwon;

chae hyungwon would also be like zen but also a mixture of v

hyungwon is a full-time model, which a lot companies would die to have him, and he’s pretty quiet to be honest

he’d be the member of the RFA who would only speak up during important matters or when he’s teasing the boys special mention to wonho and kihyun ehe th th th th

but then despite him being quiet, he’s a good company for the boys

he may be quiet at the chatroom but when he’s on the phone or meeting the boys, he’d be super active and he’d practically speak up

when you first UNEXPECTED entered their chatroom, he wouldn’t talk to you to be honest since stranger danger

since hyungwon is also a famous model, it’d also be hard to contact him (just like v) since he barely has any time to check his phone due to his packed schedule

but even though he’s gone, he wouldn’t forget to bring back some souvenir and gifts for the members and he’d also be able to get those big time potential guests since who doesn’t want to be invited by this man???? and by wonho???

and hyungwon would also be overprotective like he’d literally tell shownu to bring him to [y/n] or to the members who are in danger

but then when he has his day off, you wouldn’t be able to get replies from him since he’d be catching zzzs or if the members are hanging with him, they’d be talking to him and if they remove their eyes off of him, he’d be asleep even if he’s just sitting down without any support from his back

Jooheon;

jooheon is also like yoosung but a little bit like zen in terms of ambition and dedication

just like minhyuk, he’s also a fresh college grad but he’s earned himself some reputation for having such charisma and strong appearance, giving off a cool vibe

but then he’s got a big heart, he’s really kind, loving and all that is opposite to his stage persona

he’s really jolly and upbeat when he’s with the members, or even he’s just talking to them

being a famous rapper with a lot of fans and a lot of well-known rappers as friends is also an advantage for jooheon since he can invite them to their charity party

since jooheon’s really close with the RFA members, he’d trust all his problems and secrets to them but those deep dark secrets are something he’d just bottle up

and when the members would find out about it, they’d never expect that from jooheon…. since he’s been having this happy and problem-less facade for such a long time (well he’s also like seven)

but then all those facade would disappear when he meets [y/n]

anyways, jooheon would also be the type of person to call the members from time to time, checking if their safe or any suspicious incidents that has happened and whatnot

and he get along perfectly with changkyun since their minds really connect when it comes to crazy antics

I.M;

well let me tell you guys something, lim changkyun is like seven or 707

he’d be still a college student to be honest but then he’d stop since he’s already smart

he knows a lot of things that the members do NOT know about and the only person that he reports to would be shownu but then he’d slip sometimes and tell it to minhyuk, having that secret being spread within seconds

his house would be filled with advanced technologies and what not that he wouldn’t even dare to step out off of his house since who would not be entertained with all these awesome gadgets like c’mon!!

AND HE’D BE ALSO INCHARGE WITH ALL THOSE ENTERTAINING GUESTS

like he’d invite the fattest dog or cat to the party… who’s probably famous i guess

and since he likes children, he’d also invite the smartest kid in the world

and changkyun would also cross-dress to obtain certain information that needs to hide his identity….

and despite changkyun being busy with all his fancy gadgets, i think he’d still be able to throw a proper meal for himself.. unlike some people minhyuk this is for you sorry

and there would always be a snack that he’d always consume while doing his work and sometimes he’d just order some chinese food for his snacks or pizza idk

and guess what, changkyun will still have an awesome body since he works out during his free time

changkyun would also be that member to sprout out random facts in the chatroom, making the other members go ‘omg are u srs?!’ and he’s pretty secretive to be honest that it’d be hard to read him

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