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wonryllis · 7 months

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny. ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

yeonie u remind me of worried boss x workaholic secretary au w seungie aka what’s wrong with sec kim

、ㅤ🎬 ⋆ ࣪ 午 MOOTS AS TROPES ᵎᵎ

aww it's so sweet of you to assign me a trope too,, love you anonie. it's not a kdrama i enjoy that much but the trope is top tier so im happy and that too with seungs omg im so down for it!! also i haven't worked once in my life yet but my perfectionist high achiever ass is definitely gonna be a workaholic i can feel it in my kidneys. ( MUTUALS )

instead of biases i just assigned idols who i thought they would be compatible with (includes enha, txt, svt, the boyz, zb1 and riize) hope you don't mind that i changed it up a bit :) hope my mooties like it!! UNEDITED! (also almost all turned out romance oops)

☆ @jaesvelvet

CHA. i will say single dad having the hots for his kid's teacher with ricky (zb1) omgggg like cha ks the super sweet teacher, the only other person ricky's kid voluntarily talks and associates himself with and ricky finds it so hard to believe until the parent teacher meeting when he meets cha for the first time. it's like an instant spark for him and ricky's kid is literally on a mission to make cha his mom!

☆ @luvhyun3

KANA. hmm my babe right here suits arrange/contractual marriage setting with jiwoong (zb1) like rival companies entering into an alliance through a union of the heirs yes that's what it is. they don't hate each other but they don't really like each other either. there's slow burn, like slow slow burn and so much denying getting confused with all the act they put on for the media until it all gets real.

☆ @jungqkook

HARU. would say best friends!brother now if he's older or younger in your fic that's upto you, and it has to be with soobin (txt) ahhhh i can imagine haru never having met bin at all and having no idea he exists until one day she does and lemme tell you it's love at first sight, she's smitten and it's so obvious that it makes bin fall for the cutiepie and everyone has so much fun watching them get together.

☆ @hoes4hoseok

PIPER. she would rock a journalist x a-list celebrity with joshua (svt) a literal movie plot where josh falls for piper's eloquence and sophistication and the way she doesn't fawn over him and is so professional. only accepting to be interviewed by her and her alone. trying his best to find new ways to bag someone who is not dazed by him at all but in reality piper is always dying internally because she likes him so much holy moly.

☆ @ctrlemis

ART. this one is a complicated one but— high school crush reuniting,, like former classmates with jungwonie and art and him had mutual liking for each other but life happened and years later at a reunion they meet again and hit it right off oblivious to the fact that they were each other's crush. like little lunch and dinner dates after work talking about how they used to be and how much they changed so cuteee. popular x quiet au.

☆ @jangwonie

FAE. for fae i feel something kinda cute yet complicated sooo childhood friends to situationship??? where they both are inseparable since diapers but something happens and they distance away only to come back together because of some deal between them and then it somehow turns into a situationship,,, with huening kai (txt) bunch of oblivious idiots you see.

☆ @nyukyujs

KYA. hers is a total fluff filled story where best friends realize they feel something for the other and do not hesitate to talk about it and then it's all flowers and hugs and cuddles and dates and kisses and everything in between with sunooo. nothing much changes in their relationship minus the label and pda which i might add that sunoo loves when it comes to her. a really healthy relationship!

☆ @heecyon

BEE. another cliche trope i see for my wifey,, ceo x his secretary: office romance where everyone just knows withh jayyy. spoils ally so much doesn't let her do too much work and makes it as easy for her as he can and literally trusts her blindly. wears his heart on his sleeve for her and is stone cold to anyone that's not her. treats her like his princess.

☆ @boyfhee

CAELIN. a super cliche one for you— forbidden rom between intern and boss with mingyu (svt) where cael does something super duper stupid infront of gyu and then he's like she's weird and then later on comes up with this mind blowing idea that no one could ever have thought of and gains so much recognition for it and gyu just falls for that hardworking pretty lady.

☆ @heelvsted

RIN. a supernatural universe where you're an angel who falls for a fallen angel omg,,,, with sunwoo (the boyz) like imagine rin on an angel mission like being someone's guardian angel for a while and then coming across fallen angel sunwoo and learning the dark sides of heaven, falling for him despite knowing the consequences.. let your ending be the decided by fate.

☆ @heesbaby

CINNA. you gotta have the most interestingly interesting meet cute everrr, i say holiday fling with wonwoo (svt) where they meet at the hotel lobby and accidentally get their room cards exchanged and all that misunderstandings and then they bond over the breakfast the next morning, have a walk by the beach at night and just have these tingly feelings for each other.

☆ @enhalov

MUSE. i say hybrid juyeon (the boyz) obsessed with his owner trope! muse stumbling upon a stray cat somewhere and taking it home only to find out a week later that it's a hybrid when she comes across a really hot guy curled up in the spot of her lovely cat. juyeon following her around everywhere and doing everything for her not letting her lift a finger,, damn.

☆ @www-jungwon

ELENA. fake dating fake dating fake dating,, to all the boys ive loved before yk withhh wonbin (riize) also topper x back bencher jock thingy where elena is like the good girl at the top of the rankings all the time and for some absurd reason has to put up and act with the egoistical quarterback,, they both do not understand each other's way of living but in the end fall for the way they're so different from e/o

☆ @joomiu

NAT. don't kill me for this one,,, student x professor but it's like a really young prof and they don't have a big age gap max is 4-5 years +_+ though it isn't the technical student one, just nat gets to know jake through her friends and then finds out he teaches finance at some university so she just shows up to his lectures to admire him and slowly jakey boy notices and rest it up to ur imagination.

☆ @okwonyo

JIAH. do i really actually need to say this? it's obviously grumpy falls for sunshine withhh yeonjun (txt) bambi brings out his soft side he never knew he had like one who has it in his bloods to baby his love with one who loves being babied by her love. the perfect puzzle match. sometimes there's this sugar rush in her that he's so damn confused how to act but always ends doing exactly what she wants without her having to say it.

☆ @atrirose

SEIU. definitely definitely definitely a thousand and hundred and eleven percent enemies to lovers with beomgyu (txt) like i can just see them as classmates who are at each other's ass all the damn time you know kinda like "the beloved summer" vibes where they hate each other's guts out and then end up falling in love and having the most unhinged confession moments ever everrrr. and then you a pair of idiots in love that act like frenemies like 80% of the time.

☆ @odxrilove

DORI. hm i see some neighbours to lovers here,, especially with the dumb x dumber pair one with sunghoon. newly moved in dori keeps ordering amazon to 106 when she's 105 and sunghoon is too much of a coward to tell her off. and then one day they bump into each other and sunghoon is like i gotta talk to her omg and she's like imma keep ordering to 106. y'all start talking, hanging out over each other's and then boom!

#🦢̼ࣳ ⋆ ٫٫ ⁽ anon ₎#( 🪽 ) ৲⠀꒰͡ ִ 𝒎 𝒚 𝒂 𝒏 𝒈 𝒆 𝒍 𝒔 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱#୨ৎ . . 𝓂o𝐨𝐭 𝓰a𝗺𝗲s ᵎᵎ #YALL I TRIED MY BESTEST ^~^

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roseytoesy · 1 year

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this is a transcription of an amazing audio @novorehere shared with us on the Voreville server. The creator of the audio is unknown though. I plan to use some of these lines in a story for my two best friends soon.

hm? Hey, there little one. Awwww you look so tired. Rough Day? Ya, ya me too. It's okay now though, we can relax together. aw, I missed you, I missed you so much.

come up, come on climb up here. let-lemme just, lemme just pick you up for a little bit. lemme just get a better look at cha.

*some quiet laughter*

oh, w-wh-whats funny? oh, hah. it's just that it-it kinda...tickles when you walk on my palm like that. its... it's kinda cute actually. you're jus- you're just so small, and so precious an-and you trust me enough to let me hold you like this. I-just-it means so much to me. just hold this little life in my hands and to keep you safe and sound.

awwwww.

*light little kissing sounds X 4* ajksdfjasdhfhashf had to take a break afte this my heart was busrting and we havent even reached the vore...

awww I get to-get to hug you but I-I-I suppose this-this is the best I can do.

*loud heartbeat* this is in the background for the rest of the audio

It's ok, It's ok I gotcha... I gotcha.

Can you- can you feel my heartbeat from there? Mmmm. ya, there you go. just snuggle up there.

*starts to hum Dream a little Dream of me* this is a cute song, 0.75-speed works best here cause it matches the slow humming of the audio.

h-heya... I think I know somewhere- somewhere better you can rest. somewhere safe and soft and warm. oh shhh shhh shhh. You'll-you'll see. you'll see, y-y-you trust me, right?

mhm, it's ok. it's ok. you'll be safe and sound. s' nowhere safer. Don't be-don't be scared. no place safer.

*swallowing sound and stomach growling*

haaaahhh~ you-y-y-your ok down there right? ya, you got down there ok?

that's good. is it all right down there? all soft and spongy I bet. you can probably hear my heartbeat all around you down there, can't you? don't worry, don't worry, you're safe. ?? can't hurt chu in there.

heh, I-I can feel you, I can feel you... moving around down in there. you're right... r-right here. right here actually. hmmm can you feel that? heh those are my fingers from the outside. I can feel you right there. just leaning against the wall right there.

do-don't worry about ...churning a little bit like that. th-that's ok. my-my tummy just thinks you're a little snack. y-you'll be ok though. you'll be ok, I promise.

Aw, i-is that a yawn I hear? awww, th-that's ok. it's ok I know you're tired. you can sleep. y-you can sleep. I-I'll- I'll be right here. I'll be right here, right around you. I'll be here when you wake up.

sweet dreams little one. Sleep well.

*one last little kissing sound*

*audio of the heartbeat and stomach churning around us fades and the audio ends.*

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kofetalesnbpdchaos-leoreaper · 1 year

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What Does Life Look Like?

Chapter 1: Griefs of a Borderliner; My Mother.

I wanted to start off my ‘What Does Life Look Like?’ series talking about something. In fact I had wanted to not write something but… anyways!! It’s here now!

So, here goes… *loud whisper* nothing….

I’m a BPDer. That means I live with Borderline Personality Disorder.

I wanted to.. dive in deeply. Deeply into the depths of.. how I have these grievances & umm.. what are more my own personal experiences; a creation of shadows depicting things for you .

*breathes*

As you all know, people don’t just wake up one day & decide to grab these things . Cuz if I did, that’s just so silly?? Like… who would….

Who would want to cry inside all the bloody times?!

Cry about all day long sometimes having episodes of depressive bullshits that could last from hours to days?

Have such highhh intense emotions, where in which it feels as though I am .. in this case: grieving. The Dead?

Not a whole assed person, who’s alive and well & all that shit! No no, ahahaha, you’d definitely be mistaken . Mistaken it for the Dead, NOT ever for the .. bloody Living?!?!

I've thinking a lot lately. About how it is like to grieve the Living vs the bloody Dead peoples. How intense it is for me. How it must feel like for others with BPD too!

What I do grieve on is how much I will never ever... have that proper motherly connections. People have always been able to handle it. Haha.

But I? I jus cannot, in fact "handle it". Or "deal with it" as some may also say so.

It's like.. You're expecting me, someone who's tried to attempt at bettering themselves, finding ways to be better at approaching and shit-- keep going no matter what..? Why?

Why has it always been me ? Am I not allowed to complain? I used to says to myself, & I guess insolent creatures who barely have the capacities like the ways that I do, don't even think for a second why's it a failed dead relationship!

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents butt... IF you cannot accept one to be with an asshole of a lover or best friend-- what differences does it make if it's your own literal blood?

No sorry, lemme reframe that: Why would someone allow you to be with your abusive parents, but not with someone who isn't of your very own blood ? It's just fucking BLOOD. It doesn't mean Jack Shittingston!!

I grieve that. I grieve for not being able to have a family, it's been loong dead for me. You just aren't aware of it. Not up until now, perhaps? Huh.

I die each time I think about hugging my own mother. I just have stopped myself now, cuz mi mind's gonna play tricks on me.. again. She'll think that it is love, but the love that there is ? It cannot out weigh the pains and the horrors existing.

I can't ever talk about basic things now. It's gone too far onwards, through the mountains & high altitudes. I can't have proper conversations. A few bits and pieces are like peace through mild yet cautious common grounds. Common grounds are where the shit is calm seas. Sorta.

Unlike most, I can't ever talk about loves & shits alike. I can't speak my minds about my sexuality or my genderqueer identity. I can't exactly even speak of interesting Christian shits, so really... its all dead to me.

Sometimes I wonder. What's it like to have some kind of a relationship? With your mothers? How open are you? How does it feel like to have someone like that in one's own life? Tis not for .. those of us who're lacking them. Not us who don't have mothers. Rather those who do!

I feel so stuck. I feel extremely empty, trapped and suffocated. I don't like it but it's always just whatevers & a dash of eventuallys. The amounts of times I wasn't able to say "she's actually abusive." to those who's brain organs do exist unlike mines. I couldn't verbalise/vocalise it. I couldn't even see through it. Another thing to grieve . *whispers* it is it is..

Its true what they say, we BPDers be the grievers of what happened, and what has not happened. My soul breaks and she haunts the chasms of my dark abyss of a body. The mind. There's a whole detachment that goes on. A whole loada heaviness and sadness weighing down upon me. You can't climb up; up and leave it be. Wounds freshly seared and becoming known to me, it'll take a whole lot of an eternity to heal.

If I were immortal, perhaps I would be able to tell you the deeper differences of grieving Dead vs Living peoples. Sadly, ahaha, I am no immortal being, I am but a mortal soul who knows how to merely explain the differences.

To grieve the Dead, is to know that they are forever gone, gone far off into the Spirit Realm. Gone & always remembered. Heaviness weighs you and you cannot see them ever again. Not yet for now. Probably wishes of changes or words or things wanting to have been solved blossoms. They bloom within you. Years can go by, it can still hurt you, make you cry sometimes-- become so sad & lonely even.

To grieve the Living, is to know that they are still alive, here still breathing. Existing . An avalanche of horrors happen too, cuz you realise that there's no way things can be amended or fixed or whatever. You watch them daily, crying on the insides, detaching yourself and endlessly attempting to make changes that evaporate into the thin airs.

At the end of the day, they both still hurt. 1 where you wish shit could've changed before they passed on wards. The other, you wish to solve things & make em better-- but you've already come to terms that it's allll bloody dead. Gone away, so very far away. I guess I'd rather sit in the depths of Hell than to be alive on this damned realm & die continuously from stress & sadness. To me, grieving the Dead is far more better than grieving the Living. Cuz you don't have to die each time you hope for changes. For the Dead it isn't possible anymore to expect and hope for fucking changes. *whispers quietly* No more, no more...

-- Lena Eclipse Oriña Reaper. Leo Reaper. 29/04/2023.

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taegularities · 2 years

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Hey Rid! What idols (bts or otherwise) do you ship your moots with?

hello <3 ohh mmmh lemme think 🤔

@hobisuniverse with cha eunwoo, because she's crazy for him, but u don't know that from me 🤫

@missgeniality with jung hoseok because of some recent events of bias accepting and bcos they're both sexy of course :)))

@kth1 with kim taehyung, bcos maggie is the only person i will share taehyung with and she also loves him so much, it's so cute <3

@voiceswithoutlips with min yoongi, bcos.... they just wanna sleep and be a rock okay 😔 also, very 'get off my lane' vibes

@hoebii with park jimin for some reason, bcos they're both so damn cute and i just wanna wrap them in a blanket :(

@sugalaritae with kim namjoon, bcos they both are such comfort people for me. 100% would go to them for a cheer-me-up-hug <3

@amourtae with jung hoseok bcos they're both gentle angels and wild at times LMAO

@jimilter with jimin, not just bcos he's her bias, but also bcos they both just seem very alike – sweet, bratty and have so much love to give !!!

@ressjeon with kim seokjin bcos they're both loud sweethearts who encourage others lovingly <3

but i also ship them all with me, so <3

#there are so many moots i cherish but that's what i came up with for now :''')#i love u guys <3 #notes for rid 🌹#anon

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a-student-out-of-time · 3 years

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What's up, Kazuichi?

She has it in for you? How so?

Alright, so, we were gonna meet up around this bus stop, since it was kinda far.

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*Thursday, December 19th*

(Okay, stay calm. Should I have brought flowers or something? Nah, too obvious.)

(Just stay calm. You’re not even gonna be alone with her. Just play it cool and be a good friend. Even if she is cute.)

???: Souda-kun!

Huh?

Hi!

Hey! Great to finally see you in person!

Uhh...i-if it’s okay with you, c-can I hug you?

Oh...s-sure thing!

*Chihiro does so*

Y-You look great today.

Thank you...uh-umm...Ayumi-chan should be here soon too.

Right, your other friend.

So, uhh...what’s she like?

Well, Ayumi-chan’s a gamer, and she’s learning a lot about programming too.

She and I are both gonna be in Class 78, but she’s gonna be in B.

Wait, you’re both gonna be my underclassmen then?

Sounds great!

You, uhh, close with her?

Kinda? I’ve known her a little longer than you, but this is my first time meeting her in person too. She’s really nice, so...I really hope you’ll both get along too.

Hey, I’m sure we will! If you vouch for her, she must be awesome.

Hehe! Thank you.

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*A little while passes and there’s no apparent sign of her*

Hmm...maybe the bus is running late?

Oh dear...

If you want, we can go looking? Have you got her number?

Hmm...lemme see...

*Kazuichi gets up* Wait, I think there’s another bus coming.

Oh, I think that’s the one she said she be on!

*The two go to greet her, only to be met with a large filing off the bus*

Umm...A-Ayumi-chan? H-Hello? Do you see her?

‘Scuse me! We’re looking for someone! Ayumi-cha-

GAH!

*BUMF*

???: Ow! Watch where you’re going!

Agh! I’m so sorry!

Are you an idiot? Crap...where’d my glasses go?!

Umm...they gotta be around here somewhere.

Help me find ‘em, and don’t stop on them!

Y-You don’t gotta yell...

C’mon, please...I can’t see without them.

Ayumi-chan!

Oh, your glasses! Uhh...here they are!

Good find, Chihiro-chan!

*Chihiro hands her the glasses*

Phew! Thanks, Chihiro.

Sorry, this idiot bumped into me.

H-Hey, I was trying to help!

It’s great to finally meet you in person.

*Chihiro hugs her* You too!

Umm...th-this is my friend, Souda Kazuichi. Souda-kun, this is my friend, Arima Ayumi.

Sorry I bumped into you.

Do you’re Souda-kun, huh?

...

*Ayumi stares at him*

What?

Nothing, just...

*She adjusts her glasses and gets a closer look*

Wow. You come here often?

Huh?

Souda-kun’s a mechanic, y’know.

Yeah, you really look the part.

You must be a mechanic, cuz looking at you is repairing my broken heart.

Uhh...w-wait, is something wrong with your heart?

...N-No, it’s fine.

Say, you ever work with robotics?

Uhh...sometimes?

Then are you a computer technician?

Cuz you’re turning my hardware into software.

...Huh?! Wh-What’s that...huh?!

Pfff-hehehehe!

Nailed it!

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And the whole time, that girl kept saying weird stuff like that, and she kept giving me weird looks.

And she even said “If you’re a mechanic, I bet you’re not afraid to get down and dirty.” Like, c’mon, I know I smell like oil sometimes, but jeez!

At least Chihiro-chan thought it was funny, but I could see right through all of it.

That girl was pissed I knocked her glasses off and she spent the whole time making fun of me. I wonder if she’s been talking crap about me to Chihiro-chan.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #Super Danganronpa 2 #nwpm #neo world program monitor #dr1 #danganronpa thh #Kazuichi Souda #chihiro fujisaki #Ayumi Arima #Sonia Nevermind #a student out of time #DR #Black and White Christmas arc

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jipuragi · 3 years

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i’m rewatching the hug scene, and whereas at first I was squeeing because of how cute it is, now it’s just tragic because

1. Cha-young obviously knows she likes him, and I think she was using the fact that she was tipsy as a cover to hug him.

2. She gave him ample time to kiss her if he wanted too, and he didn’t and you can see in her face/eyes when she realizes that he won’t, so

3. She backtracked saying maybe she was mistaken.

The tragedy is that Vincenzo likes her too and had to hold on to the chair back to prevent himself from hugging her back.

Cha-young IS very bold however I don’t think she’s gonna up and kiss a guy she likes just like that. I see her as an awkward, ‘ugly’ duckling (sorry!! i hate that phrase!) as a teen, who was a late bloomer into a swan, and she probably may still feel insecure.

For them to kiss, Vincenzo has to make a move/show he’s interested.

Look at that. No eye contact on Vincenzo’s part, and he’s looking away/moving his head back, while she’s literally right there in his face.

They’re both tipsy, it’s late at night (well, early in the morning).

When she says ‘ah, I was wrong’, I think she means it like ‘I was wrong thinking there was something reciprocated between us’

(I can go on and on about this scene, so lemme stop here lol)

#vincenzo #vincenzo k drama #chayenzo #jipuragi rambles #im realy digging my new url #realy #REALLY #i really can't type or spell lmao #i love that the next scene is Vincenzo with his mom #i wish she could give him some advice #and tell him the next day isn't guaranteed so let the girl know you like her!

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bubbleteaa · 4 years

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➴ D o u b l e t r o u b l e

double trouble;; fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: Miya Atsumu x fem!pregnant reader, Miya Osamu x fem!pregnant reader genres: fluff, Atsumu being a dumbass w/c: 1.1K (HOW?? WTFFF AKJSDS) a/n: thanks for the request anon! And thank you for your words, I love you!<3

Summary: Their s/o has a surprise for him. And after a time, they realize that it is no longer a surprise, but two surprises.

Miya Atsumu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• He would think that you are joking, though. • “Nice one, bae. Ya think yar smar’, don’t cha? Think again” • “Atsumu, I’m serious” • “C’mon bae, ya can’t be serious. Ya wanna laugh” • But you were awfully serious. With a pregnancy test between your tiny hands. • And then he realizes that you are not joking. • If you weren’t his s/o, he would legit run away. • “Well, that was a nice fuck. I just rememba that I don’t like kids, see ya” • But you are his s/o. So, he would be in shock. His eyes stick on yours, analyzing what he could say without making you mad nor frustrated. • “I guess my dick issa miracle maker, righ’?” • It sounded better in his head. • He knows he fucked up a little bit the air in the room with his comment. So he just walks towards you and hugs you tightly, his face bidding in the crook of your neck. You tremble a little because of his actions, but you just let yourself in between his softness and affection. • “I’m happy, ya know” he mutters against your hot skin, smiling lightly “I’m truly happy” • “I’m happy, too” your words kisses his dyed hair, one of your hands still grabbing the pregnancy test, the other one caressing the strands of his hair “I love you” • “I love ya too” he closes his eyes, imagining yourself with a baby. His baby “And to our little one, too”

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• “My dick is really a miracle maker, bae” • It must be really a joke, maybe the doctor was clearly blind and instead of another head, it was just an incredible big hand, or feet or a second brain. • But, fate seems to love twins. Too much. • “Yes, there are clearly two of them” your obstetrician looks at you with a playfully smile “Twin twins” • Atsumu is happy. Like, tooooo happy. He convinces himself that he is some kind of a fertility ancient god and that his mission in the Earth is to have twin twins for at least three times. • “I’m so cool bae” • And he would be also very, very, very clingy towards the babies. And would spoil them without even know the gender. • “Lemme see my cutie pies” • “We needa buy ‘em some matchin’ clothes” • “If we have gals, they would never date a guy” • “I wish we could have gals, bae. They would be as cute as ya” • “Imagine two lil’ Y/n’s running in the park bae” • And he would like to have boys, too. • “Wait, I know I say whatavaout’ gals but think about boys” • “One spiker and one setter” • “Omg I have to call Samu, wait bae” • He will brag to everyone about the news. He will legit post at least the same picture of the ultransound 10 times on his social media. • ”OMG LOOK AT MA BABIES ARENT THEY COOL???????” • “Just here to remind ya I’ll be father :D” • “You wish you could have the life I have, loser” • At the end of the day, he would always lay at your side and put his head on your lap, looking at your belly, smiling. • He would always run his hand carefully over your skin, feeling them quick from time to time. Sometimes his eyes would cry a little bit for the future you hold in your body. • The future he wanted with you. • “But they are a true miracle, my love”

Miya Osamu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• Superior twin. • He would probably know about your pregnancy before you. • Like, he legit is the one that cooks for you at 2 a.m., How was he not going to know it? • “Samu?” • “Yeah?” • “I’m pregnant” • Unlike Atsumu, he doesn't think it's a joke, nor does he make any out-of-order comments regarding the news. She just smiles lightly at you and caresses the crown of your head. • “I already knew it, though” he mentions you after a while, looking you in the eye. He smiles slightly and press a chaste kiss on your lips "I was just waiting for you to confirm it" • “I have to talk to Tsumu, tho. I just won a bet” • “Bet?” • “Yeah, I’m the one who is getting marry first and having a child first” • Yes the mf will propose to you. I stan that. KJSHDJSA • You blink for several minutes analyzing the situation. His hands are on your belly “What?” • “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and with our baby” • It’s impossible to say no to that, tho.

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• Now, he didn’t see this coming. • But i’s quite funny, ngl. • As always, he was accompanying you to appointments with the obstetrician. Both of you were calm, especially since it hadn't been long since the last visit. It was just an impromptu date because you said that your hip hurt a lot, and honestly, Osamu wouldn't risk anything happening to you or your baby. • But yeye, now something happened to you and your baby. • They multiplied. • And now there are two of em. • “Is that another head?” • “Oh, yes. It seems that you are having twins” • “Like twin twins???” • “Uh, probably. Mr. Miya, you have a twin twin, right?” • What a coincidence see ya in there lil samu and tsumu. • Now, prepare yourself for OVER OVER PROTECTING OSAMU. • “Don’t carry that, ya will hurt my onigiris” • “Y/N. Go to sleep, our babies needs to rest” • “Sit”, “Yer feet hurts, ya can’t lie to me”, “Yar goin’ to the bed now”, “Ya dontcha need to go out, do ya? Of course no” • He cares just too much. • sPoiLES YOU AND THE BABIES TO THE CORE. • “Samu, I’m hungry” • “Watcha want bae?” • And he will cook you everything. Even if he run out of ingredients, he would call Tsumu or someone to bring him some-because he will NEVER leave you alone at home-. • “I need more katsuobushi and panko, go get me some” • “Oh hello to ya too Samu, how is my favourite bro-” • “Tsumu, just brin’ me the ingredients and stfu” • The babies WILL HAVE matching clothes. Don’t even try to stop him. • Cute nicknames for the babies? Bet. • “Oni and Giri will love this, bae” • “Wait, how did you call them?????” • Anyway, he will be very careful with you. Even when you cuddle. He will try his best to not harm you or make you uncomfortable. • “Is this position alrigh’, bae?” • “I can change if ya don’ feel fine” • “Please lemme know if you feel comfortable” • Kisses. On. Your. Tummy. • Like. A. Lot. • HE LOVES WHEN THEY KICK YOUR TUMMY. HE LEGIT FALLS MORE AND MORE IN LOVE AHHHH IM SOFTTT. • “They are moving” • “Yeah, they know their daddy is here, they just love you too much” • He would smile so brightly that your heart will do UWU UWU UWU. • “I love them more” • He is just the perfect dad:( you can’t change my mind.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Hearth.

A/N: I dunno if I've got any desi/brown/poc readers but if you're reading this I love you so much and you (us) deserve the same validation and representation others get.

Here's a blurb as to what it feels like celebrating Eid with Harry! Enjoy!

Warning: none — just loads of fluff.

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The night's pretty with murky clouds and thick layer of moon's brightness as Y/N cleans her flat, from scrubbing her Persian rugs to deep cleansing her vases back from her homeland. The flame evaporating from her candles scented like springs of Kashmir, flickers from her blowing sheer curtains due to the zephyr flurring outside.

She feels content, at peace waiting for Harry who promised that he'll be at her place by 11. He always comes an hour early helping her in setting the table before the iftari, they've been doing it together since the start of ramdan until today when he texted her he's busy along with a sad smiley.

It was fun. He fasted with her once or twice and would make sure she's hydrated enough once they break it, his love for rooh-afzah (it's a drink red in color made from essence of roses and some sweet herbs) will never fail to make her giggle as he'd demand for more after gulping two glasses already.

Then showing her his tummy along with his food pregnant jokes.

Her classes are online so it gave her time to experiment some cooking. They'd make samosas together and she always had an urge to hold back her cooes as his tongue used to poke out in concentration everytime his diligent fingers folded the samosa sheets skillfully.

"Did a pretty go'job here, innit?" He'd grin raising it like a summat trophy.

The moment he used to leave her flat (ofcourse after giving a tight hug before doing so) they both missed eachother terribly, y/n doesn't like the way her home falls into an abyss without his presence.

He's like a sunshine that warms her insides up.

The whistle of kettle and several raps of knocks on her door drags her from her fond memories of them together, she slings her feet down from the coffee table rushing to open it.

"Angel."

Harry says breathlessly prolly because he climbed three flight of stairs to get to her or that he's utterly flustered.

Her eyes remain struck at the thingies piled in his arms, a box of chocolates, many brown bags and stems of freshly blood ripped roses tucked between his knuckles.

He bought all of these gifts for her.

To make her feel like home.

To be her home.

What the fuck, nobody has ever done that for her —-- she just mighty cry.

Her mouths gupples like a fish too overwhelmed to react her emotions out and he gives her a sweet smile kicking the door shut with his feet -- gestures her to wait when she almost jumps like a cub to hug him and puts everything on the sofa knowing the things inside them's too delicate.

"C'mere, baby." He grins and she doesn't waste a moment falling in his embrace. Her cheeks smashes against his taught chest and she fists the hem of his shirt smiling too hard for her own sake as he sways them with his own rosy cheek squished against her temple.

"I love you so much, thank you." She murmurs gazing up at him with glinting eyes -- arms still lopped around his waist and his chin doubles adorably as he gives her his signature bunny grin kissing the tip of her nose, "Love you too bubba ... don't want ya homesick, at alllll."

The aggressive whistle of kettle parts them away, "Cuppa cha? Then we'll unwrap these pleasanteris." She points at the paper bags.

He nods flopping onto the floor cushions beside the large oak window of the balcony where they could bathe in moonlight.

"Thank you." He quips, kissing her fingertips while slipping his fingers under the handle of mug and takes it from her as she sits infront of him. He admires her for a second —- fawning over how she's looking so soft and cuddle-able wearing a baggy mauve kurta and some mismatched shalwar.

The tearing open of the stuffing tissue brings him back to focus --- this, he wanted to see this happiness dance over her features as she clutches the ethnic traditional dress he bought for her infront of her and when lifts it down he's met by overly excited eyes.

It's ethereal with golden details, handmade wire work and sheer fabric.

"It's gorgeous, pups." She squeezes his hand and he takes the sip of his cha smiling against the rim of the mug shyly, "Wasn't s' sure -- Sarah helped me in collecting stuff." Sarah's Y/N's bestfriend who was the only desi/brown in her filming class.

"No wonder she was being a lil sneak." Y/N chuckles already rummaging for what comes next.

He wanted to make sure he gets her everything they do traditionally in her culture and ate Sara's ears off to help him buy the most special thing and it's right there creating sweet noise when they touch eachother, dangling from her fingers.

"Churiyan .... " She whispers bitting down a smile. She loves glass bangles. Their colourfulness cheers her mood up and she'd always go with her Nani a night prior eid to select the most flamboyant pair of them from a bazar (market).

"This -— " She gestures to the gifts scattered around them, " —-- all of this and you, means alot to me." She sighs giving him a wet smile and he smoothes his thumb against her cheek like she's the most fragile thing to exist.

He watches her in a tad confusion when she stands up with a giggly squeal putting everything away and comes back with a tube of henna in her hand.

"It's chand raat t'night 'cos tommorrow is eid -- usually I spend it with Sarah and we apply henna to eachother, we're horrible at it honestly but now she isn't here 'm gonna bite yours ears —-" He cuts her off. Ushering her to sit back on her spot. He couldn't be more glad to spend all of his time with her whether it's just watching her make designs on her hand with henna.

"Your cha's waftin'." He shakes his head bringing it to her lips, "It's hot." She tells him drawing a circle on her palm and filling it with beautiful darkness of henna.

"Okie then ... " He blows at the hot beverage to cool it down and again brings it to her lips, "Now." He croons softly to her. She holds his wrist taking a sip from it -- he tucks the strand of her hair back and she smiles up at him making him chuckle when she takes a huge sigh as if her soul just woke up.

"What do we d'tommorrow?" He asks. Knowing most of the time they went to Zayn's house on Eids his mother used to fill the whole table with delicious dishes and the whole day was spent having fun.

"We do nothing but have loads of nice time -- I already made a dessert 'cos I know I'll be too lazy in the mornin', and invited your friends if that's okay?" She glances up at him done with her left palm.

"Perfect then," He nods, "D'ya need help with the other one?" He asks grabbing her right hand and the tube of henna from her.

"Yes, please." She shows him her hand covered with with henna and since it's wet she could do one thing wait or let him do it. The second options sounds more good.

"Not on me if it gets messed up." He warns her nonchalantly following the same pattern of her left hand. Stealing glances of her attractive face every now and then, dotting her moles with his intense gaze, he just thinks her brown eyes look more intricate – it's specks as if the forests soil on the first rains when they dilate with her racing heartbeat.

They're like an open book to him and at the same time mysteriously dark that he feels like burning a match to melt in them.

"You did it way better than me," She snorts examining it closely and turns the other way round to lay down on the carpeted floor and rest her head in his lap. He wipes his own hands watching the dark henna leaving a swipe of color on his fingertips.

He pets her hair, dimples milking into his cheeks when she raises her both hands infront of him -- blocking the moonlight that's falling on her, "When I was small I always used to end up getting it on my face and lemme tell ya. Having a yellow blotch isn't even a tiny bit fascinating on the only day you could dress up fancy."

His chest rumbles with giggles and he brings her hands closer to her lips blowing raspberries at them to get them dry early.

Comfortable silence envelopes them in to the point where they could hear crickets singing outside and moonlight sparkling on their skin —- she breaks it cuddling up into his chest.

"I really appreciate this, Harry." Her voice hushed whisper and her cherry stained lips couldn't resist but to patch kisses where his heart lays and she could sense it kicking a pace, "The fact that you did so much just for me -- is beyond my thought. I really feel like home." He let her speak. Squeezing her shoulders to convey the fierceness of his emotions he holds for her. His silken lips pressed to her temple and his eyelids flutters with each spurt of breath she inhales.

"I'll keep making you feel like home, till the day you'll allow me." Today. He for actually felt that his home was never a building or the luxurious furniture adorned inside it, but her. It's always gonna be her.

Because the moment he gets lost in those eyes all he come across is their shared laughter, their moments spent on this balcony right outside sipping onto their chas and watching the city wake up infront of their eyes, going to places he has never been to before, doing things he never thought he'd do in hundered years —- he isn't a big fan of spices but he still pretends like a big boi infront of her while eating pani puri she's oh so obsessed with.

The times she was never embarrassed to introduce him to her community or her friends, and getting soaked into rains even though they could've just used his car, having days planned to make him try new desi dishes, going to buy candles of many scent and shapes with him but then never feeling like leaving the store until he warns her that he'll throw her on his shoulder infront of everyone.

Going to Turkish markets together. He's a bread lover and so all this time he doesn't feel like leaving the shops filled with different kiln and tandoori breads. Eating Simit and drinking black tea in the amardu cups sitting outside the cafe –- he likes it with cheese while she might sound bland she just likes a bit of butter.

Them deciding for hours and hours which Persian rug to buy -- but never buying it apologising to the shop keeper.

Giving eachother head massages from the organic rosemary Morrocon oil that one of her friend gifted her, (Y/N) thinks she's one hell of a masseuse but Harry thinks otherwise —- though he would never ever break her heart so it's better keeping it a secret.

His nose creates a purring sound while he sleeps leaning against the wall, he doesn't even remember when he fell into the deep slumber with his large hand still wrapped around her wrist in a protective manner to keep her from moving.

It's cute.

Though when she stirs to regain consciousness with the birds chirping outside she feels remorseful finding him sleeping in such an uncomfy position just because of her and he wakes up with a loud wheeze —- blinking rapidly to see what just happened only to visibly relax back when she shushes him gently.

"Baby .... shit." He grogs out, knuckling at his eyes pointing at her jaw which's covered into a orangish streak, "Don't tell me." She groans bumping her head against his bicep.

A moment later they burst into fits of hoarse giggles and chuckles. She'd try to suck in air to not to snort and would do it nonetheless driving them more into belly aching laughter.

"Eid Mubarak, I guess?" He cackles loudly. Dimple coveting in to his velvet of skin. Rubs the tip of his nose against her's affectionately and swoons her in his arms to hug her warmly.

"Now -— go 'n dress up, c'mon." He cups the nape of her neck playing with the baby hair there and she whines smushing her face against his chest, "No. Lemme sleep some more."

"Heyyy none of that, c'mon sleepy girl you'll regret it later." He boops her nose smiling down at her fondly and she grumbles mumbling something in between you're so annoying or you're being so much like my mum.

He waits for her laying on the sofa with his arms folded and eyes closed. Prolly took a mini version of nap only to perk his head up grabbing the back of sofa when she returns with wet hair, soft clean face and lips tinted cherry wearing the dress and bangles he bought for her.

An enchantress from head to toe, he wouldn't even complain if she bewitches him.

He needs someone to pinch his bum because he thinks his eyelids might have struck. He takes a dramatic breather mischievously, pupils dilated cutesly and heart shaped lips parted with the sweet loving words in praise of her beauty burning at the tip of his tongue.

His fawning gives her butterflies. Expanding her chest with warmth and she does a three-sixty when he spindles his nimble in the air demanding her to show herself from every angle.

Her head falls back. An echo of happy giggles resonating in the room when he smacks his hand against his chest and flops into heaps of sofa cushions.

"You're fuckin' beautiful, a total knockout." He walks towards her with his hands spread open and takes her's to kiss the inside of her palms, "So are you." Her voice small with shyness. He sits on her on sofa and stays beside her with his chin perched upon his knuckles staring at her like she hung the moon -- as if she's a prayer come true.

"Did you get me ready to d'nothing?" She turns towards him. The curled up fringes kissing the apples of her cheeks same as his fingertips are dying to do so.

"I might sound selfish but it was a trap to get you ready early so I could admire you till everyone squeeze between us ... " He smirks and she huffs sinking deeper into the sofa throwing her limbs in air and his breath hitches when her bangles clanks together producing a beautiful noise.

"Harry!!" She whines.

"Okie, time to fill some grumpy kitten's tummy." He announces standing up to head to kitchen and she shakes her head with a silly smile trailing behind him.

All she knows is that. This Eid she'll have the best time of her life, as she could already feel his energy and love radiating in every corner of her home.

@harryforvogue idk why but everytime I'd sit to write this blurb you'd pop in my mind, hope so you're not hiccuping wildly.

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kittygolucky · 3 years

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binunus · 4 years

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college bf!bin

a/n the duality of this man??? i’m deceased...anyway i did not think this would go this long but uh my hand slipped...happy birthday binnie!

word count: 5k

genre: fluff, smut, (tiny) angst _________________________________________________

ugh yo

bin is so??? infuriatingly hot??? yet cute at the same time

major: exercise science

and because I love mermaid prince/the beginning, he’s been on the swim team since first year college

swam varsity starting his second year

besties with eunwoo, they were roommates their whole college career

alright so bin loves making friends

he’s so playful and talkative once you really get to know him

but his aura?? tbh very intimidating

like he has an rbf and just like he’s so tall, broad shouldered, built, like he just carries himself very strongly that you will get intimidated when you first meet him

very well known in the university

literally has a professional photographed banner of him hanging in the athletic building with the gold medal he won freshman year

a little embarrassed about it

not really, only when the boys (as in literally the other five) tease him

myungjun: woOoOw bin that guy on the banner really looks like you, don’t you think?

rocky: we geeeeet it you’re a star athlete

blah blah blah you know the vibes, they’re endearing

so how do you meet bin?

basically you’re a friend of a friend—you’re eunbi’s (sinb) friend

you’ve only met bin briefly from time to time, but otherwise you never really had any reason to get acquainted with him

your only encounters of him are when he wants to annoy eunbi and she immediately puts him in his place

but then suddenly in the spring semester of your 2nd year, you and him are in the same 8 am

a boring statistics gen ed class that everyone needs to take in order to graduate

you were running a bit late during the first class meeting—you woke up 30 minutes after your alarm and literally rushed out of your apartment—you made it to class with 2 minutes to spare

most of the seats were filled up already, except that one seat in the back left corner by the window next to the one and only moon bin

oh would you look at that

you felt a bit relieved honestly, you didn’t know anyone else in that class so at least you saw a semi-familiar face

he grinned at you when you sat down

“hey y/n”

you were a bit taken back, “you know my name?”

he laughed a little, “yeah of course, you’re one of eunbi’s really good friends, why wouldn’t I know your name?”

before you could respond, the professor started class and ceased your conversation

one thing you realized as the weeks start to go on

you and bin could not give any two fucks about statistics

no offense to stats lovers

every 8 am on mon/wed/fri, neither one of you would pay attention in class

you both enabled each other to not pay attention basically

so when the professor announced the content and date for the first exam

you and bin literally looked at each other with the same expression

you were both fucked

after class was dismissed, instead of the two of you quickly packing your things and fleeing the room immediately, you both lagged a little bit

you: so...do you know anything that’s going to be on the exam?

bin: uh...no? y/n you’re literally right next to me, you know I don’t do jack shit in this class

you: well fuck, how are you gonna study then bin?

bin: I was probably gonna ask my roommate to help me, he passed with a 96 when he took this class

you give him the best puppy dog eyes you could muster up, you lean in and clasp your hands together like you’re praying

“can he help me too...? please?”

bin’s eyes go a lil wide bc you were a bit closer than he was used to and shit was his heart racing rn?

bin: uh...yeah...sure, i’ll text you to come over when we’re gonna study

you beam at him and like in your excitement you give him a hug

“thank you thank you thank you! i literally cannot fail this class. I’ll see you on friday bin!”

with that you grabbed your bag and just left, leaving bin shocked

he’s surprisingly a shy boy okay!

he always thought you were cute from when he first saw you hanging out with eunbi, but ofc he never thought any more of it

until you guys had this class together and he started to think every day, that wow you are really cute

bin texts you the next day

coincidentally, eunbi texts you too

bin: hey this is bin, if you’re free in an hour my roommate’s gonna help me go over the material in ch. 1

eunbi: why did bin ask for your number

you to bin: yes! send me your addy and i’ll be there :)

you to eunbi: we’re in the same stats class lol and we’re gonna study for our exam next week

eunbi: lol moon bin studying? you might wanna bring some wine with you for emergency y/n

you: lol what do you mean by that?

eunbi: binnie hates studying, but good luck!

ahh, eunbi becomes unhinged when it comes to bin

but you know it’s bc they’re that close, they’re literally childhood best friends, more so like siblings

still, studying w him couldn’t be that bad right?

spoiler alert, it went alright

you felt bad showing up to bin’s apartment empty handed so you picked up some coffee before you arrived

you officially meet bin’s roommate, eunwoo, and you’re floored for like 2 minutes bc literally how can a man like him be real?

cue bin being a bit jealous bc yeah he knew his roommate’s perfect but like damn did you have to be affected by him too :(

eunwoo’s a good teacher alright? you actually understood the material from him

you: idk what eunbi’s talking about, you’re actually not that bad at studying bin

bin being offended: oh god what did eunbi say about me

eunwoo smirking: maybe it’s because you’re here y/n, bin usually doesn’t focus this much when it’s just me trying to help him

you: ???

bin in his head: i can’t trust anyone huh

before you left his place, you and bin planned to meet up and study one more time before your stats exam

it was just you and bin this time

although you’d never admit it, yes you tried to look good for meeting up with him

yeah he’s a friend?? at least you think you were at that level?? but still, he’s a cute friend and you really didn’t want him to see you looking crusty

you and bin end up studying for a whole 5 hours

granted, half of that time you two were messing around, eating food, trying to procrastinate for as long as you could

bc even though you two had a good handle on the material now—thanks to eunwoo—you both still hated statistics

you knew bin started to get more comfortable with you bc he started teasing you

it made you happy hehe so ofc you started to quip back at him

not at the intensity that he and eunbi do but it’s enough for you :)

he walks you back to your apartment after your study session

wow what a gentleman

bin waving bye at your door with the cutest smile: see you in class y/n :)

mayhaps your stomach did a little somersault

anyways

on the day of your exam you were freaking out

you have test anxiety ah ha ha

you woke up at 5 bc you were paranoid about being late to class

you’re like hastily looking over the notes again when you get to class like are you really prepared omg you’re psyching yourself out hella

bin comes in with 2 cups of iced coffee and he’s like woah are you okay

you: i woke up at 5 bin, idk if i can do this omg

you are like visibly in distress rn and he feels like a pang in his chest

he was gonna mess with you and say like “bet im gonna get a higher grade than you” but he smartly decides against it

instead, he just takes your hand and gives it a little squeeze: y/n, take a deep breath. you’re going to do great, you studied your ass for this and we both know that you got this material down—even eunwoo hyung said you were gonna ace this exam. just trust your instincts, okay? breathe with me.

he was staring at you so intently and genuinely when trying to calm you down

your anxiety yeeted and suddenly you felt shy

you: th...thanks bin...

bin was worried about you while taking the test rip, he kept secretly glancing at you (while also trying not to make it look like he was cheating) just to make sure that you were okay

he walks you to your next class after you both finished your exam

bin: you sure you’re okay? you said you woke up at 5, did you even eat breakfast? let’s get food after your next class.

you were feeling better after the test but like you got so endeared at his fussing

yes you and bin got lunch that day

your exam results were uploaded the next day

you immediately called bin: I GOT A 95

bin: i told you that you would ace it! i got a 90 hehe

you: bin i literally owe you and eunwoo my life, lemme buy you guys food or something

you hear a little bit of bickering over the phone and suddenly you’re talking to eunwoo

eunwoo: i would love some sushi, but since bin can’t eat seafood, why don’t you come watch his swim meet this weekend :)

you: o...h...o-okay yeah i’d love to watch, what time is it? :)

eunwoo: it’s saturday at 10 am

you: okay! i’ll see you there bin

bin already planning on drop kicking eunwoo

cha eunwoo—best wingman™

you basically beg eunbi to go with you to bin’s swim meet

eunbi: i know bin can swim, why do i have to watch him flounder around under water

also eunbi: faster bin! don’t you fucking dare lose!

bin places first this meet

are we shocked? no

okay you mentally prepared yourself for seeing him shirtless, but clearly you didn’t prep enough bc you’re on the cusp of drooling when you’re watching him from the bleachers

and let’s face it, you’re not subtle and eunbi knows everything so she’s literally closing your jaw for you and like messing with you

eunbi: y/n, you’re really sure you like bin? he’s a good guy but c’mon, i think you deserve better

you: since when did i say that i like him ???? and what do you mean ??? i think he checks...all the boxes...for me...

eunbi: maybe it’s bc i’ve known him since when he used to wet his pants so i don’t understand why people are attracted to him, but like...really, you’ve been checking him out since he removed his shirt. even the ref can see that you’re simping over him

you and eunbi meet up with eunwoo and the rest of bin’s friends—that you haven’t met yet but know of

jinjin: oh so you’re the y/n that bin’s been talking about *wink wonk*

baby you’re blushing

even more so when bin comes up to your group

mmm middle parted wet hair, muscle tee and white sweats, towel around his shoulders

he’s so hot ???

you’re all congratulating him blah blah, but like bin keeps glancing at you and all you can do is just smile and like nervous laugh

sanha: y/n! eunbi noona! you should come eat with us to celebrate bin hyung’s win

eunbi glances at you, little smirk on her face: i have plans, but i know y/n’s free! bin you make sure they get home safe after y’alls dinner plans :)

hwang eunbi—best wingwoman™

dinner with the boys was chaotic, you were talking and joking around with them as if you didn’t just meet them today

*you about to get your wallet*

bin, not even able to look at you: it’s okay y/n, i got you this time

cue the boys teasing

astro: kings of making fun of each other

rocky as the group is splitting up: walk y/n home safely hyung :) don’t stay out too late

bin: sorry about them, they’re a bunch of loud idiots...ah haha...

the walk back to your apartment is actually pretty sweet

he didn’t know if you would actually come watch his meet or not but he was excited when he actually saw you

you talk about small random things about yourselves, but it’s not like useless information, you bet that both your subconsciouses are keeping track of whatever y’all are talking about

you give each other a “friendly” hug goodnight...that lasts like a minute or so

and while you’re hugging, bin just can’t help but think that wow you fit so perfectly in his arms

and on the other hand, you’re thinking he feels so warm? so safe? you don’t want to pull away?

but ofc the hug has to end and you’re thanking him for walking you home and he’s like glued to his spot waving goodbye sweetly and waiting for you to go inside so that he knows you’re safely in your apartment before leaving

bin sighing dreamily as he walks back to his and eunwoo’s place

eunwoo waiting on the couch with a glass of water: how was your date ;)

bin: it wasn’t a date, i just walked y/n home

eunwoo: yeah, but you want it to be a date

bin: ...shut up

god why is the pining stage so long

alright everyone knows you and bin like each other

it becomes pretty obvious after the swim meet

you and him fall into this little routine of switching who buys coffee for your 8 am

and then he’d walk you to your next class afterwards

you both still don’t pay attention in stats, sorry

but that means more outside study sessions dates

you come watch his swim meets, whether astro’s there or you’re just watching by yourself

and then you and him get lunch?? early dinner?? right afterwards, it depends on whenever his meet ends

but like??? neither of you have confessed your feelings for each other

even though you both have like a little hint that yeah the feelings are mutual

you and bin are literally like this for 3 months, like damn the semester is almost over

eunbi and eunwoo are tired of your shit, they’re both just like: when the fuck are they getting together? we’re sick of this.

alright so the masterminds literally pay one of eunwoo’s friends from his major to ask you out while you’re studying with bin

let’s do mingyu why not, he was in your korean history class last year

you and bin are in the library, half studying half goofing off per usual

eunwoo, eunbi, and mingyu are at the opposite side of the floor

mingyu: u sure bin won’t clock me for trying to ask out y/n

eunwoo: probably not??

eunbi: just do it please

mingyu giving them both the finger before walking up to your table

“hey y/n...i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me...as a date?”

you: o_o huh?

mingyu: i always thought you were cute from when we had class together last year, but i never had the balls to ask you out or anything...you’re not dating anyone, right?

you glance at bin to find that he’s already looking at you with an expression that you don’t really know how to read

you: um...well no I’m not-

bin: actually, we’re dating so y/n can’t go out with you mingyu, sorry.

mingyu’s not even phased, he just gives you a thumbs up and then leaves

you’re confused like literally what is going on—and then you process what bin said and you whip your head to look at him

bin: sorry i said that...i just felt...jealous i guess when mingyu asked you out

you: I wouldn’t have said yes anyway...I sorta like someone else

bin: fuck it, the topic already came up...y/n I’ve liked you for a while now but uh...I don’t know I guess I was scared to tell you because I’m scared of rejection

you just laugh, but not mockingly! more like bin you’re so cute wtf

“bin, why would I reject you when I’ve literally been into you for the past four months?”

it’s safe to say that you and bin officially began dating after that

eunwoo texting in their gc: bin and y/n are finally together

myungjun: fucking finally

bin: how...did u know that eunwoo...?

*eunwoo has left the chat*

alright but bin’s charm?? flirting?? teasing?? sweetness?? up 1000%

bin is touchy y’all, in private his hands are always on you, whether it be sexual or not sexual is up to you

he restrains himself in public ofc, the most he does is put a hand on your waist or hold your hand

eunbi threatens bin early on in your relationship: bin you’re like my brother, but y/n’s one of my dearest friends and if you as much make them cry i will kill you

ofc bin is still eunbi’s punching bag, but when you three are hanging out, he’s dramatic and acts like he’s hurt so he’s like whining to you

sometimes you play along and coo at him like: aww binnie, where does it hurt baby?

other times you’re like: you really think i believe that?? with the size of your biceps??

eunbi: excuse me while i vomit

okay but binnie? bestest sweetest boy

yes he looks all big and intimidating

but he’s soft—especially for you

your nicknames for each other are either “bub” or “baby”

yes will join in making fun of you with the boys, but when you start pouting he’s a goner and will defend you

bin is also a big cuddler, but i mean you’re not complaining hehe

he’s the big spoon, no questions asked

okay but being in bin’s arms is like your favorite place in the world

his frame literally just envelopes you and all you can feel and smell is him and it’s so??? content, you feel at home with him

you feel bad in the morning bc like his arm has to be sore from your weight so you try to like get out of his grasp, but he literally just whines and hugs you tighter

okay but just imagine you and bin napping and his arms are around your waist, his nose is buried in your neck and he wakes up like nuzzling his face in your shoulder like a puppy

im soft

one week you’re staying over at bin’s apartment and then the next week he’s staying over at yours, the cycle goes like that

if you’re one of my ladies with a ~vagíne~, he will buy all your cravings and your tampons/pads, literally anything you want that week, it is yours

doesn’t really get jealous now that you two are official, he knows that you’re his and he’s yours

you two lightly bicker like friends, but you’ve never had a terrible fight before

you were really close to though—or...like you did?? but it was resolved really quick

one of the only problems of bin is that he hates showing weakness and it takes him a whole lot to truly fully 100% be vulnerable with someone even if it’s someone close to him

he pulled a muscle in his arm and it cost him one of his swim meets

he had to go to rehab for like a month and you knew that mentally he’s been off bc of it

you try to ease talking him into telling you about how he’s really feeling but he just kept dodging the subject

one night after one of his rehab sessions, he came back to your place and you’re just like

“hey bubbie, how was rehab? how are you doing?”

and he just snaps at you: stop asking me how I am, y/n, it’s getting really annoying

you’re taken aback, like what the fuck where did that come from?

your eyebrows furrow and you cross your arms bc you are not going to get spoken to like that

“so me worrying about you and wondering how your recovery’s going is annoying? that’s what a partner is supposed to do, moon bin. what’s going on with you?”

bin: you’re being suffocating! it’s the only thing you ask me about nowadays, sometimes I—

oh boy you got mad

you: I ask you because I know you’re not telling me things! I know you’re suffering by yourself and I want to let you know that I’m here for you, I want to help take some of the pain away or at least help you deal with it because I’m your partner! but how can I if you can’t even let me in?? we’re fucking dating moon bin, we’re supposed to go through rough times together. and you call me suffocating...?

bin’s silent and he’s looking at the floor

you sigh, tears are building in your eyes because you’re frustrated and a bit hurt by what he said, and your voice cracks when you speak again: if i’m suffocating you, then you should leave. text me or something when you can breathe again, I don’t know.

there’s a bit of spite in your words, hidden by the pain

bin sees the tears rolling down your cheeks and that’s when he knows he fucked up

he’s never seen you cry before—besides like from a sad movie or something

so like the fact that he made you cry and hurt you with his words? damn he hates himself rn

he immediately wraps his arms around you, and you like try to push him to get away bc why is he hugging you? didn’t he just say that you were suffocating? why is he confusing

bin: baby, I’m sorry...I shouldn’t have taken out my frustrations on you, you’re not suffocating me I promise...you’re right about everything, I should be sharing things with you and telling you how I’m really feeling...I’m sorry.

you don’t say anything and just like sniffle and he picks you up and brings you to your bedroom and then he just lets it all out

he tells you how rehab is hard and like yeah his muscle pain is going away, but he doesn’t know if he can swim as fast as he used to and that scares him

and he tells you that sometimes he’s thought of giving up swimming since his injury, but then he thinks of you and that’s how he’s still going through with rehab

you’re his motivator and comfort but he doesn’t want to show you his weak side bc he hates that part of himself

and at this point, bin starts tearing up and you’re like stroking his hair to try and comfort him

bin: I’m not good at telling my feelings baby...probably why I didn’t tell you I liked you until 4 months later...but I promise I’ll work harder and at least try and tell them to you.

ugh pain

anyway your communication with serious things got better after that encounter

eunbi finding out that you and bin argued and he made you cry and she literally punched his stomach

you: omg eunbi stop

bin: it’s okay...I sorta deserved that

eunbi: why...are you not swearing at me? shit, bin are you okay?

he nods to the girl and just puts an arm around your shoulder: we talked things through, don’t worry. I’m all good now, but I did deserve that punch because I hurt y/n when I promised you I wouldn’t

bin ends up having a full recovery and bam his first swim meet after he got the clear from the PT, he gets first place again

all the boys and you and eunbi were there supporting him

bin was hella nervous before the meet started, but you gave him a little good luck kiss and was like: I believe in you bub, no matter the result, as long as you give it your all and don’t hurt yourself again, you’ll be the winner to me :)

this was actually when the first “i love you” was said

after your little pep talk in the locker room, bin’s just hugging you and holding you for comfort

and he just went out with it

“I love you y/n”

you blush hella hard bc you were not expecting that

obviously you’ve been feeling it like yeah your feelings for bin have grown into love for a while now

you just bury your face in his chest and hug him tighter

“I love you too binnie, now go get em bub.”

he smiles and kisses you and tells you that he’ll see you after the meet is over

you come back to the crowd where the boys and eunbi are and you just have a huge smile on your face, you’re literally glowing

myungjun: please tell me you guys didn’t fuck before his swim meet

speaking of fucking

okay let’s get down and dirty ladies and gents wink wonk mmm grr bark bark

bin is so sexy y’all like i dont need to tell you that

he’s 100% a tease

you have a little muscle kink hehe

which bin very much uses to his advantage

if bin is wearing a sleeveless shirt, you bet he wants to smash that day

will walk around shirtless after a shower or after a workout just to turn you on and then depending on his mood, he might tease you for like an hour or you’ll just get right to it

he’s very proud of his body and the work he put into it and knowing that you get turned on from one look of it?? gives him an ego boost, he loves it

one time at a party, he wore a crop top (mm hello bad idea bin) and you literally went feral

you dragged him inside the nearest bathroom and just started making out

he’s an ass guy

...all of astro are ass guys, it’s just obvious with how much they slap each other’s asses and poke each other’s assholes

okay you know how he’s touchy right? i mentioned that earlier

he always wants you on his lap

even if there’s a space available, nope your seat is his thighs

ofc when the situation allows, like you’re not gonna sit on his lap in class duh

most of the time in public like if you’re hanging out with the boys or something, it’s innocent

but if he wants to be a tease, he’ll literally just tighten his grip on your hips and grind you down onto his cock

subtle, he won’t straight up thrust into you

just enough to get his dick stirring and make you feel the outline of it through your pants

and then he just stops and hugs your waist again?? wtf

his major’s exercise science right? will ask if he can practice on you for anatomy and physiology, but you know after touching you in a couple places, y’all will just end up fucking

likes to bite and mark

very proud seeing the hickeys he leaves on you

you can bite, but you can’t bruise, idk his upper body is exposed a lot bc swimming so you can’t really leave any marks on him unless it’s the off season

foreplay’s cool, but he prefers the main event, he just wants to be in you

as much as he loves doggy, his fav position is the hook

(it’s when your legs are on his shoulders ohoho and it just lets him fuck you in a deeper angle mmm)

also in the hook, he can choke you

if i have a choking kink, you have a choking kink

okay little tangent, choking is so hot?

like just imagine you and bin are making out, he pushed you against the wall, literally grinding his hips into you, and his hand just comes up and squeezes your throat? that’s so sexy

likes butt stuff oops

i don’t make the rules, he just does

daddy kink, but no power play

will not degrade you (even if you really just want him to call you his dirty slut) bc he really values seeing you as equals

seeing your face when you cum is a must

almost always: you cumming → bin cumming

nothing gets him off more than knowing that he’s making you feel good

after !! care !!

sweetest boy!!

will clean you up with a warm towel after sex

and if you’re one of my ladies, he will always remind you to pee so that you don’t get a UTI

if y’all had a marathon or something, he will draw a bath and carry you to the bathroom and you will bathe together, so soft

always ends sex with an i love you :’)

okay let’s get back to the soft stuff

special thing about swimmer bin: pool dates

sometimes when he’s practicing and it’s just him, he asks you to come to the aquatic center and you two end up splashing around and being cute together

he like knew that you were the one for him some time during senior year

it was the holidays and his parents invited you to spend christmas with their family since your parents were out of the country this break

his parents and sister liked you immediately—which you were so scared about, but bin just knew

you woke up early christmas eve (and bin was out like a rock) so you just went downstairs to brew some coffee or something and you saw that his mom was already starting on making food

naturally, you offered your help and she was like no, you’re a guest y/n, but obviously you started helping

bin comes downstairs like an hour or two later to see you, his mom, and his dad just cooking and listening to christmas music and talking and his heart just like swells??

you: morning binnie :)

his mom: how can you be sleeping when y/n’s here helping us with christmas dinner

his dad: what kind of boyfriend are you, son?

just kidding all jokes

but that’s the moment when he knew

best boyfriend bin ugh

he becomes a legend in the school for swimming

but doesn’t continue after college, he’s all about becoming a physical trainer after graduation

he goes to grad school, while you’re out working in business

bin moves in with you after graduating, it was the obvious next step

you do talk about the future together, but obviously bin’s still in school and you’re both fresh from undergrad so there’s no rush yet to tie the knot

doesn’t stop his or your parents from talking to you two about marriage tho oops

ugh but the domesticity after bin moves in with you? superb

like yeah obviously you both basically lived together anyway when he still roomed with eunwoo just from how much you and him spent at each other’s places

but like your apartment is now both of your place and it’s like your home is finally complete

your apartment becomes the reunion place for the boys and eunbi

at this point everyone knew you and bin were gonna get married eventually

eunwoo and eunbi: we did that ;)

and that’s how you and your college bf!bin live happily ever after uwu

happy birthday binnie moonbob ♥

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i-like-writing-stuff · 4 years

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empty [five hargreeves x reader]

request: I loved the “four months” Five fic oh my 💕💕but, What about a Fic where Five finds reader dead?? Like just imagine the pain, sorrow and anger Five would feel to find reader, the one person who stuck with him in Comission, that dealt with his grumpyness, who actually liked him and viceversa and risked it all for him and his family, was killed by Commission :”) Obviously you don’t have to do it if you don’t have to, don’t feel pressure!!

a/n: first of all, thank you!! and i tried my best to follow your request, but as i said in my previous x reader, i really suck at angst??? i tried to keep it as sad as i could and i hope it turned out at least decent?? i feel like i kinda shifted from the request idk lemme know your opinion on it! xoxo

btw, this is not set in the canon timeline, since i could not find the right time for this to take place in. it is around season 1, before they find out vanya has powers, but let’s just take as an AU in which they had more than 10 days to save the world idk

as always, here’s a gif off google lol, but this time iss a sad five:(

summary: five tries to deal with his feelings as he loses his significant other at the hands of the commission

Empty.

A big pit of emptiness had made itself felt inside of Five, as he was slowly letting the reality sink in.

He was never going to see you again, he was never going to talk to you again, he was never going to touch you again. He was never going to see your smile again, he was never going to hear the sound of your laughter again, or feel you in his arms whenever you let excitement take over you and engulf him into a hug- he may not have been a very touchy person, but whenever you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down, Five felt happy.

And he knew, right now- he knew well he’d never be that happy again.

It was a fucking nightmare to him, honestly. That’s what he’d say if you were to ask him; his past few days had been horrible. Not only he returned to his family ten days before an apocalypse that in the past killed them, and he had no idea how to stop it, but now he lost the person he was so madly in love with.

At first, he spent a decent amount of time in denial, not willing to accept the fact, but it slowly started feeling real to him. He was slowly accepting it, and as he did so, he was feeling inside how most of his emotions were slowly draining out of him.

Until he was left empty.

And he did prefer it this way, rather than the mixture of feelings that overwhelmed him in the beginning. He was angry, he was pissed of, but he was also sad, miserable. He was furious with the Commission, but he was more furious with himself for not being able to protect you and have your back, like you had his.

Ever since you and Five met years ago in the organization, you had taken a liking to the man. You spent your entire life focusing on your job and forgot to have a life of your own, but once you met Five Hargreeves, it all changed.

The Handler assigned you one mission to go together on, but ever since then, the two of you realized how well you worked together and how much more efficiently the work was getting done, rather than working by yourselves.

It was only a matter of time until you two decided to partner up, so. You had been through a lot of events and mishaps together, you got into fights and shared good laughs, you even fell in love with each other...

You had been through so, so much, that it was slowly killing Five as he remembered the good times.

“Five?” Allison softly knocked on the boy’s door, “The others figured it was time.”

The sudden presence of his sister startled him a bit, but he softened back. He knew it wasn’t only him that suffered- his brothers and sisters were in grief as well. When Five made the big jump from 1963 to 2019, he took you with him to save the world from the impending apocalypse, as well as his siblings that he loved, deep down.

They took an instant liking to you, even if they didn’t have much time to get very close to you. At first, though, they seemed baffled with the fact that you had so much patience with Five. You had been dealing with his grumpy butt, and you weren’t even his wife? How could one person be so calm when she spends so much time with one sarcastic asshole who doesn’t really owe her anything?

“Right.” Five sighed, getting up from his bed with lazy movements, “I’ll be down in a moment.”

Allison nodded, letting him change back into his usual clothes, making her way back to the rest of the family.

Five put on his uniform, staring into nothingness. He felt exhausted, like he had lost the game of life. If he hadn’t loved his siblings so much that he couldn’t stand losing them as well (again), he probably wouldn’t have even bothered to save the world anymore.

Even in his numb state of mind, he still hated himself for not being able to save you. His self-inflicted hatred was so strong, he couldn’t even sleep at night, as your lifeless body is the only thing he could see when he closed his eyes.

“Y/N?” Five’s voice was low, as a lump had formed in his throat once he took in the scene before him.

He was waiting- hoping, for an answer, but, oh God- he knew he was not going to receive one.

The room was an entire mess; there were clear signs of struggle. The cushions on the sofa were scattered around the living room, many expensive statues and vases left around as decor on tables were broken, as well as pots of flowers. All the drinks on the shelves behind the bar were broken to bits, alcohol was spilled on the floor.

As well as blood.

And many bullet shells.

Five ran towards the bar, rounding it. When his eyes fell on the floor, his heart dropped out of his chest.

You were laying on a side, with your hair all across your face in a pool of your own blood. Five couldn’t care less about the broken glass surrounding you, as he fell to his knees, pulling your body into his arms;

“Y/N!” He yelled, feeling his vision blurry, as he took in your state.

His clothes had already been stained with blood so many times, but never in his life did he think that he’d dirty himself with yours.

Your eyes were almost closed, but he knew right ther eon the spot he’d never be able to forget the emptiness inside them. The spark you had whenever you smiled, or even looked at him had disappeared. They were dull and out of any emotion.

Your skin was pale and cold, as Five’s hot tears fell on you. A mixture of emotions was filling his body, unsure of what to make of the scene before him. His hands were shaking uncontrollably, as he softly stroked your hair, unable to do anything.

He had seen his fair share of corpses- he knew how to recognize one, as much as he didn’t want to.

Cha-Cha had returned to the Hargreeves house that day, once again. After a long dispute with her partner who wanted out, she decided to start the mission the Commission had sent in; eliminate Y/N Y/L/N, since you had a big role in stopping the apocalypse.

You were all by yourself at the house, as you had been sore after a fight you had the previous night with the Handler, so you took the day off. The Hargreeves siblings left in their own business, and you figured you’d be able to enjoy the big house to yourself for the day, since Pogo and Grace had done the same.

A few hours had barely passed, when Cha-Cha had barged in with two hand guns, all serious. When you first started fighting, you were grateful for returning to your younger body, since you were able to put up a good fight even in your sore state... but it all went sideways when the woman managed to shoot you in the leg after throwing you over the glass coffee table.

You were already out of stamina, so it didn’t take long for her to pull you up by the shirt and throw you over the bar, right into the shelves full of expensive liquor.

Cha-Cha knew that did it, so she left before any of the siblings could return and catch her. As for you? Well, as it had turned out in the autopsy performed by Grace, you had suffered a horrible blow to the head which took you out when you were thrown over the bar.

Not long after Five, the rest of the family shortly came in, but none of them could ever be prepared for that scene- seeing all the chaos in the living room, the bullets, the broken glass, the blood... their heartbroken brother who was clutching onto the lifeless body of the woman he loved, sobbing heavily.

“Wh... What happened in here...?” Klaus wondered, as tears were already dwelling down his eyes.

“Is she...?” Ben asked, covering his mouth in shock- even if he had never spoken to you since he was unable to, he liked sitting in the back and watching you deal with his brother. He was really happy he had someone that loved him that much, even if you were not willing to admit it yet to his face.

“Oh my God...” Vanya breathed out, feeling her bottom lip tremble, as Allison was too shocked to even say a word, starting to cry heavily into Luther’s chest.

“Whoever did this... is going to pay.” Diego declared, clenching his teeth.

The following days had been hard to digest for any of them, especially for Five. He thought he was too clever to ever want revenge on someone, but your death had Commission written all over it. He knew very well that Cha-Cha and maybe Hazel had struck again- after all, they barged into your home one time before in the search for him, so why not do it again? After all, last time, from what he’s heard, they dropped the chandelier in the hallway on Luther.

“I’m going after the Commission.” Five declared, as his family stood in silence after having scattered your ashes in the backyard you and him had first popped out in.

“No, you are not.” Luther said, as his siblings turned to him curiously, “We are going after the Commission.”

Diego placed a hand in comfort on Five’s shoulder, as the siblings nodded in agreement, ready to avenge the loss of their loved one.

“I’m quite flattered.” You sighed, crossing your arms as you looked at Five, trying your hardest not to cry because of what could have been between the two of you.

Ben shifted beside you, placing a hand on your shoulder, as he noticed the sadness in your tone, “I’m here for you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Ben.” You turned to him with a smile, as you tried to lighten up the mood, “At least Klaus has two guardian ghosts now.”

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iwantitiwriteit · 4 years

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Slow Burn: Act I - Part 5 cont.

The Lip Sync Battle cont.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Famous!Reader

Summary: Growing tensions between you and Chris overflow in the most musical of battles.

Warnings: Profanity, drunken silliness

Notes: Oh my fucking gosh, I fucking finished it! This part was a BEAST to write! It’s hella long so it’ll be in two posts. Before you dive in, set the mood with the moodboard + music specially curated to go with this part! THIS IS A CONTINUATION Read the previous part here.

There stood Chris, muted mic in hand, pink feather boa around his neck, dramatically lip syncing his way through “Big Shot” by Billy Joel. He pranced around the stage, miming the lyrics with absolute conviction, engaging the gawking crowd. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Scott grabbed your hand and pulled you down the stairs to get a closer look. A crowd had formed on the dance floor in front of the stage, so you and Scott observed from the bottom steps that were a good twenty feet from it. This is close enough.

Chris was really going for it. Gesticulating and strutting, but it’s clear he isn't fully comfortable with performance. Nevertheless, he was having fun. He may be annoying as hell, but he does know how to have a good time. Just as you were mentally giving him props, he locked eyes with you, and a small smirk appeared on his face. What’s he playing at here?

Chris pointed at you as he performed the last chorus:

You had to be a big shot, didn’t cha?

All your friends were so knocked out

You had to have the last word, last night

You’re so much fun to be around

Is he… calling me out me right now? It did add up. He said he thought you were arrogant and a diva, to your face no less. But now he was slander serenading you in a public forum. What the hell is my life right now?

When the song ended, the crowd applauded and Chris bowed, but before he could exit the stage, the host from earlier pulled him closer. You didn’t care to hear what he had to say and started back up to your party’s section. Before you could even make it half way up, you felt a harsh spotlight on your back, causing you to freeze in place.

“Where are you going, sweetheart?” You turn around at the sound of the host’s voice. “You’re not really gonna shy away from a lip sync battle challenge, are ya?” All you could do was awkwardly laugh, still frozen on the step.

“Yeah, not you, the diva with all your many Grammys,” Chris and this word. His smug expression makes your blood boil. Before you could even begin to think about why you let this man ruffle your feathers, you’re making your way to the stage. I gotta trick for your ass… The crowd cheers rowdily, eager for what’s next.

When you reach the stage, the host recognizes you, announcing it to the crowd which is just as excited about your presence. “Thank you for gracing us all! You are a true queen!” You get a little timid from all the praise; it never really becomes easy for you to accept. You offer a small smile and wave to the crowd. Chris senses your shyness, and he wonders if he made the right decision in calling you out.

“But as much as we all love you out there, you have to earn the title of ‘Majesty’ in here. Do you accept this fine gentleman’s challenge?”

You turn to look at Chris. He’s trying his best to be expressionless, but there’s something there. Unfortunately for you, the ruckus and burning stares of the crowd make it impossible for you to focus and discern it. For the moment, you disregard trying to figure him out, grab his hand, pulling his mic to your mouth and say, “I accept.”

“Yass! We love to see it! What song should I tell the maestro to cue up?” You lean over and whisper your selection in the host’s ear. “Great choice!” The host disappears off stage to relay the message, and you turn to Chris to get his mic, which you assume will be muted once it’s time for you to perform.

You get your hand on the microphone, but Chris keeps his grip, causing you to look up at him. “Good luck,” he says with a smirk you’re starting to think is trademark.

“Luck is for chumps,” you rebut, snaking the boa from his neck and placing it on your own. It blends into your pink furry outwear, a sure clash, but you intend to use it as a prop. He huffs out a laugh as he walks backwards a few steps, then turns and leaves the stage to you.

The music starts; a bass strum and some percussion. You wind your hips to the rhythm. Making an imaginary gun with your fingers, you raise it to your lips and blow the “barrel”. You mouth the intro line:

Son of a gun

This earns you an “ow!” from somewhere in the crowd. You continue to sway your hips and move about the stage with utter femininity and a feline nature. A trance clearly comes over you: you are in performance mode. Chris can’t help but marvel at the sight of you so comfortable in commanding a crowd. He’s snapped out of his thoughts as your gaze finds his and you sing to him, the lyrics reminding him of where you two stand:

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee

Clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain

You probably think this song is about you

The mention of coffee from you still stings a little for Chris, but you seem to revel in it. ‘You’re So Vain’, huh? Clever choice. You continue to sashay across the stage, accenting the lyrics with your quirky dance moves, head whipping, and expert work of that pink, feather boa. You finish your performance with a slow curtsey to the crowd, but keep your eyes trained on Chris. Even in the dim lighting you can see his sly grin, and you reciprocate it.

“Whew! Did somebody turn up the thermostat cos it is HOT in hurr!” The host and crowd praise you for your performance a few moments longer. You humbly laugh, a little out of breath from all that dancing. “Where’s our other contender?” Chris strides to join you on stage. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel the heat the host was talking about in your cheeks. “What’d you think of your competition?”

Chris takes a moment before he answers, rubbing a hand over his beard while looking down at you. “I thought she was… aight,” he said with a shrug.

“‘Aight’? Just aight?” you feigned offense with hands on your hips, to which Chris just shrugs again. The crowd began to turn on him with some booing and he was quick to clarify.

“Hold on, hold on, lemme explain!” His Boston accent was thick as he began, and the host helped him out with quieting the riled up room. “It was a great song choice, I give you that. Didn’t think a youngin like you would know anything about Carly Simon,” You scoffed and rolled your eyes as he continued, “but I was expecting something with a little more pizzazz, more diva attitude, ya’know? That was just… cute.”

“Hm,” you contemplated your response, “so, what I’m hearing is... you think I’m cute?” You looked up at him with a mischievous grin, hoping to throw him off a little. It seemed to work as he started to nervously laugh and wag his finger at you. The audience laughed and whooped like a fifth grade class, all while Chris’ face turned red.

“I think you need a lesson in how to channel all that sass into your performance. Here, lemme show you how it’s done,” Chris motions for you to leave the stage, and you graciously take the hint and pass off the mic to him. He then leans over to whisper his next song choice to the host who hurries to get it played.

The aggressive pop production of Ashlee Simpson’s ‘Outta My Head’ begins and Chris begins to faux-belt out the tune, really channeling his inner pop star. Palms to his temples for emphasis, he slowly *and overdramatically* rotates his head to accentuate the lyrics before pointing to you as he sings:

You're in my head

Get outta my head!

A room full of people, but Chris is obviously doing his best to entertain you. You struggle to maintain any semblance of a bitch face, working hard to stifle your giggles and bashfulness throughout his goofy performance. Have I really been on his mind? Just before his performance ends, you whisper your final song selection to the host who nods in confirmation.

Chris takes his last bow in front of the excitedly raging audience. “See! That’s how you do it!” Chris says, motioning up and down with his outstretched hands to the crowd, them to signal to them to continue their applause. “I hope you were taking notes,” he says offering his hand to help you back on to the stage.

“Yeah, I think I got it,” you say sarcastically, rolling your eyes to the audience’s amusement. “May I?” Chris hands you the microphone with a lingering touch.

A slow sultry start to the song brings the energy down for a few moments but once the chorus starts, the crowd is jumping and jamming along with you. You even have a few members from the crowd and half your party join you onstage. You’re having such a good time that you almost forget that you're in the midst of a competition. You turn to Chris and mime the final chorus just to him:

If we don't fuck this whole thing up

Guaranteed, I can blow your mind

Mwah!

With a wink, you blow a kiss at Chris that he catches and puts in his pocket. You throw your head back laughing, unable to keep up a diva act any longer. Chris is laughing too and you hold each other's gaze as the song comes to a close.

The crowd that engulfed the stage as well as everyone in the venue roared an ovation. You were so into your good time and silent banter that you have no idea if your performance was worthy of this applause. The host beckons Chris onstage for the crowd to choose which between the two of you is the winner of this lip sync battle. Chris stands across from you, his left hand and your right hand in each of the host’s hands. You don’t hear the verdict; the whole of the crowd is a cacophony that fades to the background as you and Chris look at each other with idiotically inebriated smiles.

Shaking you on your shoulders, Scott shocks you out of your trance, “That’s my girl! Congrats!”

“Thanks!” you say and give him a hug. Remembering that he should be the center of attention, you re-announce it over the mic which is met with another round of rousing applause. ‘Birthday’ by Selena Gomez gets played and you're swept into the sea of bodies dancing on stage.

You look around for Chris and you find him squeezing his way out of the madness that surrounded you. Your mood sours when he doesn’t stick around. You hoped tonight would give you some kind of resolution, and with the moments you just shared, you hoped a good one was at the of the tunnel. Where you stood with each other was still left open ended. Or not. Guess he got the show he wanted.

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Waiting outside for your ride, a couple of fans asked for pictures, thanked you for your performance even though you didn’t even sing, but soon enough you were left alone in the soberingly chilly Boston air. A wind blows through and you hug your jack tight to you to cut it, but you still feel the freeze.

“Here,” You hear a voice behind you say. You turn to see that it’s Chris approaching with his jacket in hand. “I wasn’t using it anyway.”

“Thanks,” you say as he fixes it over your shoulders on top of your jacket. He slowly draws his hands from you shoulders as he looks into your eyes. Catching his actions, he clears his throat and backs away from you a decent distance.

An inexplicable excitement floods you then washes away as you remember you haven’t officially reconciled. You try to seem uninterested when you say, “I thought you left.”

“No, just… needed to get some air. Gotta pretty packed up there on that stage. Congrats, by the way. A very deserved win.”

“Thank you. It’s not the kind of win I’ve been needing lately, but I’ll take it.” You let out the kind of laugh like when you laugh at a painful memory. Chris wonders what you mean by that, but doubts now is the time to ask. “I owe it to you.”

“How’s that?”

“You brought the diva out of me. Couldn’t have done it without you,” you say coldly, looking away from him at nothing in particular.

“I’m sorry,” Chris doesn’t hesitate to say; it’s like he’d been holding it in for a while. He steps towards you making the gap between you a little smaller, but still a few feet wide. “I’m sorry I was judgmental. All of what I said about you being arrogant and a diva isn’t true. I knew it when I was saying it. I was just pissed you wouldn’t give me a chance to explain myself for my first screw up,” he says with a humorless chuckle. “I came off as a jerk, and I swear that’s not who I am. Do you forgive me?” His eyes are wide and waiting, hands in his pockets, more so from nervousness than the cold.

This is what I wanted, right? An apology? You sigh deeply before you reply. “You’re forgiven. And I’m sorry too, for not being up front about what I thought. Kinda just left you wondering about where we stood, and that is childish. I, too, have misrepresented myself since we met.”

He smiles a heartwarming smile at, appreciating your profession. “If it counts for anything, I sent those texts before I’d even met you, and even then, I didn’t know you were who I was talking about.”

“So… you had no idea who I was when we met?”

He shakes his head, “Nope, didn’t put two and two together until you stormed off,” he shrugs

“Huh. Well, that’s humbling, for sure…” you trail off with a laugh. Damn, all this over a misunderstanding? “Are we cool now?”

“Yeah… we’re cool.” Chris is somewhat relieved you didn’t ask to be ‘friends’. “We should start on a clean slate.” Chris takes his hand out of his pocket and puts it out to you for you to shake. “Hi, I’m Chris.”

You look at his hand, then his face, then his hand, and his face again. Noticing your hesitation, he re-presents it and wiggles his brows. You playfully roll your eyes and shake his hand, slow and steady. You get a little lost in his ocean eyes as you introduce yourself, “Hi… I’m—“

“Hey, there you are!” You and Chris snatch your hands away as if you’d just been caught doing something horrible when Lisa approaches. “I’m glad I caught you before you left.” The two of you blush and babble like idiots, but Lisa can only notice it on Chris. “Honey, your face is red! You should put a jacket on if you’re cold!”

You giggle at Lisa’s mothering and can hear Chris muttering “oh my god, Ma” under his breath. You’re handing him back his jacket as Lisa says, “I didn’t give you the details for the museum on Monday.”

“Museum? I love museums!” Seeing a grown man get this excited about anything is charming and you can’t stop the giggle that escapes you. “Can I come, too? If that’s ok with you?” Chris turns to you, hands in front of himself cautiously as he asks for your blessing. You contemplate it. Yeah, we’re cool now, but I don’t know about hanging out with him again so soon. But there’s literally no way out of this. Chris has an expectant expression, and you give him a nod to let him know you’re fine with it. “Yesss!” he says as he sharply pulls his fist into his side like he excitedly won something.

Lisa laughs at her son's antics before giving you the necessary details for your excursion. She bids you goodnight and tells Chris she’ll meet him at his car.

Your phone buzzes in your bag, and you check to see that your sister texted to let you know she’s about 2 minutes away. “Ya know… I should get your number if we’re gonna be meeting up on Monday,” Chris tries to say nonchalantly, making you perk up your brows, but you don’t meet his eyes.

“What for?”

“Just in case, uh, you get lost on the way there.” You look up at him fully now. “You never know. We may just need to communicate.” You could swear his eyes and smile are kind of flirty. Your stomach is doing flip flops, but you’re determined to ignore it.

“Should that happen, I’ll just call your mom.”

“What if she doesn’t answer? Who ya gonna call? Don’t—“

“Ghostbusters!” Chris tries not to laugh, but your laughter coaxes it out of him. In the midst of your laughing fit, you see your sister's car pull up a few feet up the street so you turn to walk to it. “That’s me. I gotta go.”

“Wait! Your number?”

“No.”

“Really?” he calls out to you.

You reach the car and open the door. With one foot in, you look back and say, “Really. I’ll see you Monday,” with a wink and duck your head to get into the car. You’ve got the biggest grin on your face and notice in the side view that Chris has a matching one.

“So I take it you had a good time?” Lynn asks.

“Yeah.”

Lynn questioningly mouths your simple under her breath as she wonders why you won’t give her more. “I’m too tired to ask for further details, but tomorrow I’m expecting a full debrief, ok?”

“Yeah, ok. Cool.” With that, Lynn pulls off the curb, and you think to yourself, We’re cool.

Part 6 coming soon!

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wxrldlyreflectixns · 4 years

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@boundxfate

“Huuuh!? You haven’t been hugged in YEEEARS!?”

Golden eyes shot wider than the biggest, JUICIEST, Pyro slime---‘Mmm... I should whip up some Pyro slimes seasoned with garlic and---Not now, Xiang! Pay attention! This is important!’ --- Took every ounce of self-control that the excitable chef possessed in order to tame her mind & refocus on Ningguang’s admission. (Why was the Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing telling something THIS personal to someone as INSIGNIFICANT as her?) --- “You gotta be kidding me!” Irreverent to a fault. Xiangling had a difficult time empathizing with others --- It wasn’t that she didn’t care. More-so, that she didn’t know HOW. Most people were born with a...Social censor of sorts. & If they weren’t born with it, they were forced by society to LEARN IT. This helped with recognizing when someone was saaaaaaaaaaaaaay. . . . . UNCOMFORTABLE. Yeah, she didn’t have one of those censor-thingies! “Don’t ’cha have like hundreds of people trying to woo you daily!? How can you NOT have been hugged!?” There were numerous rumors around Liyue about the woman & the COMPANY she kept --- “Well, no reason ta be sad about it! Lemme fix that right up for ya!” Before she even had the opportunity to mentally process what she was doing, (& More importantly who she was doing it to), the brunette was RECKLESSLY TOSSING HERSELF at the other & tangling spindly limbs around her neck. All but hanging off her like a paper lantern. Face impossibly close to that voluptuous chest --- “Hee! Hee! Hee! How's that!?"

#boundxfate #NING Y WOULD U TELL THIS EXCITABLE BEAN THIS??#THIS. IS. UR. FAULT.#【ＸＩＡＮＧＬＩＮＧ】ʟᴜɴᴄʜ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ - ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪᴛ ʟᴀꜱᴛꜱ

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jacksonroseroth · 5 years

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Waste Love Chapter 4

Warnings: Language, Weed usage

Words: 4,708

Moodboard made by the amazing and wonderful @badwolf-in-the-impala, none of the pictures are ours

Previous Chapter

The next day, everyone, not including Rook, had let what happened the night before go, at least for the time being. While the rest of the group hung out in the main room, gearing up for the show, Jersey went through her bag, trying to find something to wear and muttering to herself, irritated. She had settled on a dark washed pair of shorts but couldn’t decide on a top.

“What were you thinking?” Colson asked still standing in the doorway where he had stopped to watch her for a moment, listening to the conversation she was having with herself. Jersey glanced at him and chuckled, suddenly realizing her inner monologue wasn’t all that inner. As she packed up her bag again, she said, “I’m not sure...I don’t want to do a crop top again. Or the kimono…” She added a chuckle before she spun around and fell back on the bed with a sigh and an additional, “I have no clue.”

Colson smirked and went to his bag. While he dug through it, Jersey shifted and watched him. Finally, he turned and tossed a folded up black and white plaid shirt. Jersey caught it, sitting up to unfold it. The sleeves had been cut off and an EST19 patch spanned the shoulders, with a XX under it. Jersey smiled and looked at Colson.

“You sure, Colson? I’m not really part of EST.” She said. Colson scrunched up his face and said, “The fuck?! Sav, of course, you are! Wear it, babe.”

He turned back to his bag and smirked. “Wear this with it. It’ll look good.” He said. Pulling out another bag, he turned back to her and handed it to her. Jersey looked up and smiled, with a soft giggle, as she watched him.

“Ooh. More presents.” She teased, taking the bag and opening it. Jersey gasped as she pulled the swimsuit out. She looked up at Colson. “Cols-Wh-What-?”

“You really liked it. I wanted you to have it.” Colson said with a shrug and a smile. Jersey set the bag and suit aside, rushing to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, Colson wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her hair, briefly.

“Colson, you are so sweet. Thank you.” She said. Colson smiled and kissed her temple.

“Come on. We need to get ready.” Colson said with a chuckle. “Go on. Change.”

Jersey smiled and nodded, going to the bed to grab the bag and shirt. Colson left the room and Jersey quickly changed. Touching up her makeup before grabbing her phone and camera, she quickly slipped on a pair of sandals and joined the guys out in the main room.

“Ready, boys? I hope y’all weren’t waiting on me.” She teased, sliding her sunglasses on. The men all turned and began to whistle and holler, making Jersey roll her eyes. She had tied the shirt, knotting it just below her belly button, so the bikini top was in clear view.

“Aight! Aight! Shut it!” Rook called pushing through his friends and going to his cousin. “Put it back in your pants, perverts!”

Jersey giggled and folded her hands over Rook’s shoulder as he put an around her waist. “JP, calm down.” She teased, kissing his cheek.

“Yeah, come on, Rook. Don’t be so uptight, short ass.” Baze shot, with a smirk.

“Watch it, Sasquatch. I’m small, but that means I’ve got a much better range motion down low.” Rook said, pointing a finger at him. Jersey rolled her eyes and giggled as the rest of the guys started ragging and bagging on each other as they made their way out of the room and down to the vans.

They piled in and started freestyling to get themselves hyped up. Jersey took a few videos on her phone and plenty of pictures and selfies with the boys. Once they got to the venue, she roamed the stage while they did their soundcheck, trying to find the best spots. Backstage while they smoked and got ready, Jersey also took pictures for their personal use. And once Colson took the stage with the others, she stuck to her spots, sneaking behind Rook’s drum set every now and then to get to her next one. Toward the end of the show, Colson took a quick break before Dom joined them.

“Aight, I’ve got one more song for you guys! Y’all have been an awesome crowd!” Colson said with a smile. Jersey crossed the stage behind him, trying to get to another spot, which brought his attention to her. With a quick glance at her, he smirked and said, “I know y’all have probably seen someone running around up here with us today. Well, because I want my fans to have a little more of a peek backstage and the real energy we have up here on stage, we’ve got a new photographer touring with us! Ey! Savie! Come here!”

Jersey turned and stared at him, glancing between Colson and the others, who all were encouraging her to join him. Finally, she looked at Colson and shook her head with a soft giggle.

“Come on, Sav! Get out here!” Colson turned to the crowd and got them to start chanting ‘Savie! Savie! Savie!’ Jersey shook her head and sighed, giving him a look before she finally stepped out of her spot and made her way over to him. “Our new photographer! Ladies and gents! Jersey Savage!”

Jersey giggled at the stage name he created for her and covered her face for a moment as Colson put an arm around her and drew her in close, chuckling as the crowd cheered for her. A full blush had covered her face and her neck but she still smiled. Though her hands shook slightly, from the sudden thrust into the spotlight, Jersey held up her camera and snapped a few pics of the crowd, Colson leaving her side to stand in front of her, to get pictures with the crowd behind him. The cheers rose even louder when Colson moved but it was only briefly as Colson went back to her as she put her camera down.

“Savie, lemme see your camera,” Colson said into her ear, motioning to Rook and the others to come down to them. Jersey gave him a look. Colson chuckled and said, “I won’t drop it. I do, I buy you a new one.”

“You better not fucking drop it, Colson.” She said, taking the strap from around her neck. The guys came over and they gathered around Jersey with their backs to the crowd. Colson held up the camera, getting a good angle and hold on it, then spoke into the mic, with a smile, “Everyone fuckin’ smile! 3, 2, 1!”

Colson snapped the picture and handed the camera back to Jersey, kissing her cheek. He turned back to the crowd as the others went back to their places and said, “Yo, where’s my British friend at?! Y’all, let’s hear it for Yungblud!”

Jersey scampered back as Dom skipped out, laughing. His eyes lit up for a moment when he saw her and went to her. “You’re Jersey, right, love? Oh, man! Colson’s told me so much about you! We’ll cha’ afta!” He said, excitedly, kissing her cheek. Jersey smiled, stopping him, briefly, to snap a pic, and watched him join Colson. For the last song, Jersey snapped away, now moving visibly for the crowd to see. She got some close-ups of Baze and AJ, Slim catching her and taking a few selfies with him as well.

At the end of the song, Jersey got right behind both men as they made their last bows. Dom caught a few fans up front, pointing behind them and smiling. Dom glanced back and nudged Colson. Colson turned back quickly, smirking as he caught sight of Jersey. He whispered something to Dom before calling for Jersey to take another picture, to which she happily obliged. Once she took the picture, Colson looked at Dom and gave a small nod. All at once, both Colson and Dom rushed at her, scooping her up as she screamed and laughed. When they hoisted her up on their shoulders, Jersey only chanced two shots at the crowd, trying to get the best framing she could without falling, then dropped her camera to grip the men’s shoulders to keep her steady.

“Thank you, Reading!” Colson called into the mic. The crowd cheered and Colson caught Jersey as he nudged Dom to step away before they all left the stage. Colson carrying her backstage and she waited until they were fully offstage before wiggling out of his arms and turning on him.

“Fucking assholes!” Jersey laughed, punching Colson’s shoulder as he set her down. “I could have dropped my camera!”

Colson snickered and fended off her blows while Dom laughed and wrapped his arms around her, in a hug. “Awe, come on, love. We woul’n’t do tha’ to you!” He chuckled. Colson smiled and said, “Oh, yeah. Dom, Jersey. Jersey, Dom.” He added a chuckle and Dom released her as she turned to him, sliding her arm through her camera strap. She pushed her camera to her back as both hers and Dom’s faces lit up as they laughed and exchanged formal Hello’s.

“It’s so good ta meet ya, love! I’ve ‘eard so much abou’ ya!” Dom said, giving her another hug. Jersey broke the embrace with a soft giggle and said, “You too! Yeah, I heard I kept missing you the past few days. I’ve been dying to meet you! You’re honestly such a precious being, Dom. Honestly!”

Dom laughed and kissed her cheek, then pressing his to hers as he gave her another hug. “Aren’t you sweet! Colson! She’s so sweet! Where’ve you been ‘iding this one?!” Dom chuckled.

“Shit, talk to Rook. She’s his cousin.” Colson chuckled. Dom laughed, keeping his arm around her neck as he turned to look for the drummer and called out, “Rook! Wot the fuck, mate?!”

“Hey, man. She was the busy one.” Rook said. “Every time I wanted to invite her to do pictures, she was booked.”

“Oh, love, do you do other photography? Mah sista’s birthday is comin’ up. Would you do a shoot for her?” Dom asked, taking her hands. Jersey’s mouth dropped open and she stumbled over herself.

“I-I-Um, y-yeah! O-Of course!” She said with a laugh. Dom chuckled and kissed her cheek, saying, “Brilliant! I’ll grab your numba before we leave, yeah?”

They stuck around for a little longer while Colson and Dom did a few quick interviews and the others hung out and partied. Jersey left a little early to try and get a head start on her pictures and both Baze and AJ went along with her. While AJ tried his best to keep an eye on them both once they got back to the hotel, he had to get away for some privacy to FaceTime his family. Almost as soon as the door closed, Baze scooped Jersey up, laptop, camera, and all, and slid under her, holding her in his lap. Jersey gave him a look and giggled.

“Baze, AJ is in the next room.” She said, softly. Baze chuckled and said, “He’ll be at least 20 minutes.”

Jersey giggled and slid an arm around his neck as he moved her camera and laptop to the coffee table. Jersey shifted in his lap and retorted, “And the guys will be back soon.”

“So, let’s not waste any time then,” Baze said. He took her by her hips and laid her on the couch, making her squeak. She pushed at him gently, bracing her hand on his shoulder.

“Rook is going to fucking kill you if he catches us,” Jersey said. Baze leaned down and kissed her softly, Jersey clinging to him, slightly, wanting the kiss to last.

“He won’t. Trust me.” Baze said. Jersey chuckled as he kissed her again. She gave a small giggle into the kiss and slid the hand around his neck, into his hair, the other pressed against his chest. Jersey gave a small whine as she slipped her fingers into the unbuttoned slit of his shirt. Baze’s hand flew to her thigh, slipping his fingers under the edge of her shorts, pushing up.

“Mm, wait...Fuck.” Jersey turned her head, leaving only her neck open to him. Even as her fingers slid into his hair and her eyes fluttered closed as he laid soft, sweet kisses on her neck, she pulled her senses together and said, “Baze, we can’t. Not here.”

Baze gave a soft groan and moved his hand back to her hip and looked at her. Jersey sighed, pushing her hair back, still with her other arm around his neck, as she looked at him. “I’m sorry. I know I keep making it seem like-” Baze stopped her, shaking his head and placing a soft kiss on her lip and a hand on her cheek.

“No, no. It’s not your fault, Jersey. I want you. Sometimes I push it a little too far too. I know we can’t...Not that we’ll ever have enough privacy. It’s just-Fuck, you’re hot.” He said, with a soft chuckle. Jersey smiled and gripped his chin, gently.

“Baby, believe me...I want you too.” Jersey said before she dropped her hand to his chest. “But it’s bad enough I’m fooling around with one of Rook’s bandmates, but if he caught us-”

“Hey, hey. You don’t have to explain yourself, baby. It’s okay. I understand.” He said, with a smile. Jersey smiled and kissed him, slowly. She broke the kiss and crooked a finger at him. Baze chuckled and leaned even closer. She giggled, tongue tucked between her teeth, and put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Then, get the fuck off me.”

Baze laughed and sat up, pulling a smug smirking Jersey into his lap. She chuckled and disconnected her camera, as the pictures had finished uploading, and pulled her laptop onto her lap.

“You got some good shots today,” Baze said, reaching his arm around her to scroll through them. Jersey chuckled and shrugged.

“I got a few. Good enough for Kells to post anyway.” Jersey said, shooing his hand away to take over. Baze scoffed and said, “Come on, Sav. You’ve gotten a lot of good shots. You’re really good.”

She glanced at him and smiled. “Thanks.” She said, somewhat shyly. Baze chuckled and continued to watch her edit. Skewing her lips in thought, she finally leaned closer and kissed him softly. Baze smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“Hey, let me see the ones you got when they picked you up.” Baze chuckled, moving her off his lap to get a drink. Jersey chuckled and said, “They’re probably blurry as fuck.”

“Well, you won’t know until you look. Come on, let me see.” Baze said, looping back around the couch, leaning on the back, behind Jersey. She giggled and moved the scroll bar all the way down and clicked on the last two pictures. To her pleasant surprise, the pictures weren’t blurry at all and captured the last enthused reaction of the crowd.

“Wow. They aren’t that bad.” She said, sitting back and toggling between the two pictures. She looked up at Baze and chuckled. Baze laughed and said, “See? Sav, they look great.”

Baze looked down at her and chuckled, leaning down to kiss her quickly. Jersey giggled and kissed him back, biting her lip, slightly. Baze then quickly moved away, rounding the couch and sipped his drink, as the locks on the door sounded. Jersey shifted, sticking her knuckle between her teeth as she went through the rest of her pictures, elbow resting on the cushion, as she tried to contain her smile. The door opened, both Jersey and Baze turning as it did, and the rest of the crew walked in.

“There you are. About time, bro.” Baze teased, going to Colson and clapping hands with him. Colson smirked and said, “Bro, I had shit to do. You packed yet? We gotta head out to Glasgow soon.”

“Nah, I was looking at Jersey’s pictures. She wanted an opinion. AJ’s FaceTiming his kids.” Baze said. Rook hurried over to his cousin and plopped down next to her, looking through the pictures with her.

“Hey, Colson! Come check these out, bro.” Rook called. Colson called out to AJ to pack his bags and pointed to Baze as he went to the couch, and said with a smirk, “Go pack your shit. They’re pulling the buses around now.”

Baze chuckled and followed Slim into their shared room to pack as Colson went to the couch, sitting down next to Jersey. Rook went to his room to pack and Jersey and Colson stayed on the couch, going over her pictures and talking about what he wanted for the next show in Manchester, after Glasgow.

“Hey. Baze. What was with last night?” Slim asked, glancing at the bassist. Baze looked at him, a brief fear flashing through him as he maintained his composure and asked, “Last night when?”

“I got up to piss. I saw you out in the kitchen with Jersey...Y’all looked pretty cozy.” Slim said, watching Baze’s movements slow to a stop. He looked up at Slim and said, “You gonna tell Rook?”

Slim shrugged and said, “Shit. I mean, it’s none of my business, but you’d better tell him you’re screwing around with his cousin before I’m not the one who catches you.”

Baze sighed and angrily zipped up his bag. “I haven’t slept with her. I wouldn’t do that to Rook. We’re not screwing around.” He said. Slim shrugged and said, “Still better to tell him before he finds out.”

Baze glanced out the door of their room, still seeing only Colson and Jersey on the couch. He looked at Slim and said, “Slim, you’re not-”

“Bro, you think I’d rat you out? I’m just telling you, next time it might not be me who catches you.” Slim said. Baze sighed and continued to pack his bags.

Over the next week, Jersey worked 2 more shows after Reading, keeping with the agreement that she’d only work every other show. While everyone recovered from the night in London, all of them taking naps on the nearly 2 hour Ferry ride to Calais in France, Baze and Jersey snuck away to have some real alone time. They made their way up to the top deck, where there were significantly fewer people. They snagged a little booth in the corner and cozied up.

“I’ve been thinking…” Jersey said, shifting between Baze’s legs, leaning back against him. Baze pressed his lips to her hair in a soft kiss, with a soft ‘Hm’. “I’ve been getting a weird vibe from Colson and AJ lately. They always make weird faces when I mention you, or me and you.”

“Yeah. Slim’s kind of been on my ass this week. I guess he saw us the night before Reading.” Baze said. Jersey pulled away, looking back at him.

“In the hot tub?!” She asked. Baze smirked and said, “No. That night in the kitchen.”

Jersey sighed and leaned against him again. Baze nuzzled her hair and murmured, “So, what were you thinking?”

Jersey chewed her lip and said, “Maybe we should hold off on things.”

“What do you mean?” Baze asked after a while, pulling away from her, slightly, to look down at her. Jersey turned to him and said, “Like...You do you, I do me... Just until after tour. When we can go somewhere without having to worry about everyone.”

Baze blinked then said, “Do you not want to be together?”

“No, I do. But I don’t want to always have to worry about someone catching us. We can’t ever be relaxed and just...Be us. We’re not even together now and we have to worry about being caught. I don’t want to have to worry about Rook flipping his shit cause he’ll think it’s just because of being on tour. We can actually show him that we’re serious so he doesn’t kill you.” Jersey said. She cracked a smirk and said, “Plus...I’ve seen Slim and Rook with chicks. And since we know Rook would kill us both, you should get some too.”

Baze snickered and said, “You won’t be jealous? Or get mad?”

Jersey made a face at him and giggled, turning to him to straddle him, and said, “No. Besides, we were never together. We just fool around.” With a shrug, she added, “I wouldn’t have a right to get mad.”

Baze chuckled and nodded. “That, and it also might be better that we make it official so Rook doesn’t chop off my balls if he finds out we had sex on tour.”

Jersey chuckled and nodded, sliding her arms around his neck. “So...This is the last time we sneak around till we get back.”

“Mmm...We’d better take advantage then.” Baze chuckled. Jersey nodded and giggled as Baze slid his hands over her thighs and up her sides as Jersey leaned down, cupping his face and kissed him. Soft moans filled the booth while they kissed, both of them wound up. Finally, they pulled apart and made their way back down to join the crew with half an hour to spare. Once the ferry docked in Calais, they made great time getting to Paris and wasted no time jumping into soundcheck and having a nice lunch before getting ready for the show.

Paris went by quickly, Jersey tapping out after a few hits after the show. The next day in Brussels, while the guys did their soundcheck, Jersey did a little exploring with one of their bodyguards. She took advantage of being on an international tour and did some shopping, making sure to stop by a least one garden to take a few pictures for her own Instagram. On the next few shows, both Paris and Brussels included, the band did a little something more for her, either before or after the shows. Not only in appreciation for everything she did for them so far on this tour but because her birthday was quickly approaching, on the 5th.

During the Cologne show, Colson made sure she was free, done with editing pictures so she could enjoy the show, the full show, as a present of sorts. Jersey knew they would probably do something bigger for her after the show, already having overheard Rook and Slim talking about a cake. What she didn’t expect, was for it to happen during the show.

“How long do we have left? An hour? Aight.” Colson turned from talking to Slim and turned to the crowd. “Aight, so tonight is a special night. We’ve had a guest on tour with us and I’d like to bring her out here. Savie! Come on, girl. Get out here!”

Jersey shook her head at him, trying to shout ‘No!’ over the music that AJ, Baze, and Rook started playing. Colson smirked and kept waving her out, eventually getting the crowd to chant her name, again. Finally, Slim went to her and hauled her over his shoulder, making Jersey shriek. When Colson turned to try and call to her again, he laughed and stumbled away, slightly, at the sight of Jersey fighting Slim as he carried her over and set her down.

“Thanks, Slim! Ha!” Colson laughed as he put an arm around her neck and said, “This is Jersey Savage. Our Hotel Diablo tour photographer, and our Rookie’s cousin. She’s 27 today! Can I get a ‘Happy Birthday Savage’ on three, Germany?!”

He counted down as the crowd continued to roar and when he was done, the entire venue seemed to shake as they screamed, “Happy Birthday, Savage!”

They continued to cheer and applaud, growing louder when they saw Slim and another man carrying out a cake with candles. Jersey laughed and covered her face as they brought it over. When Colson tried to get the crowd to sing Happy Birthday, Jersey grabbed the mic, shuffling closer and said, “No. Hell no.” With a laugh, she said, “If you’re gonna subject me to the fucking Birthday song, it’s going to be in German, verdamnt!”

Colson laughed as the crowd roared once again, beginning to sing along as Jersey started them off with, “Zum Geburtstag viel Glück…” Her voice trailed off as the crowd took over and she laughed, her face flushed and never more positive in her life that she was as red as the roses on her shirt. When they finished singing, Colson called for quiet while Jersey thought of a wish and blew out the candles, then the crowd cheered again.

“Savie, you know we love you...But how much would you hate me if we smashed this cake in your face?” Colson asked as he slipped an arm around her neck. Tonguing her cheek while the crowd laughed, she gave him a look and said, “You do that, and I get a free Nut Punch.”

Bursts of laughter scattered through the crowd, as Colson looked out at them, nodding in agreement, and he gave a small shrug. “That’s fair. That’s fair.” He smirked at the crowd then looked at Jersey and said, “Worth it!”

Working together, as Colson slid his hand to the back of Jersey’s head and pushed, and even though Jersey tried to push back, Slim and the other man brought the cake to her. She was quick enough to bring her hands up to cover her face, but she still ended up with cake smeared on her face and covering her hair and arms. She shrieked when she saw it coming then stood there in a stunned silence, still wearing a small, also stunned, smirk while the others laughed and the crowd roared again.

“Happy Birthday, Savie!” Colson called, going in for a hug as a peace offering. Wiping the icing off her face and out of her hair, Jersey glared playfully at him and waited until he got close enough, then shoved her icing filled hands into his face. Colson stumbled back in surprise and Jersey stumbled right along with him as they both laughed as she smeared as much cake and icing on his face as she possibly could. They both slipped in the rest of the cake on the floor, looking like the worst pair of ice dancers ever. Colson managed to keep his balance and caught Jersey as well, both of them stumbling back trying to get out of the cake.

“Let’s hear it for Jersey Savage!” Slim called into his mic. He took over for a minute, keeping the crowd hyped while they both made their way offstage to clean up a little more.

“Colson, you fucking cunt nugget!” Jersey shouted with a laugh as she swung at him. Colson laughed, licking the icing from his fingers, easily avoiding her. “I get a free Nut Punch, you fucking egg!”

“You will, Sav! You will!” Colson laughed as he caught her hands to stop her, then pulled her into a hug. Jersey smirked, rubbing her head on his chest to wipe the icing from her hair. “Hey, hey!”

Jersey laughed as Colson chuckled and shook his head as he pulled off his shirt. She sighed and tugged off her own shirt, turning it inside out and folding it to wipe her face. “You owe me a new outfit, you bitch. This was my favorite shirt.” She chuckled.

He made a kissy face at her and smirked. “You think I’d do this and not know that?” He chuckled. Jersey giggled and shook her head. “Aight, I gotta finish my show.”

As he rushed by, he kissed her cheek and ran back on stage. Jersey sighed and tugged her hair back to tie it up. A few of the PAs were able to get her a change of clothes from the merch booth. She only took the sweats, not really caring at this point if she was only in her bra. She watched the rest of the show, happily, now that she was able to check cake smashing off her bucket list.

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