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→ the moment they knew you were more than 'just a friend'

마크 mark | when he realized she was his inspiration

He had been thinking about the rest of the lyrics for a while, lost in thought, his mind seemed to stop for a moment and he couldn't think, he took a deep breath, threw his head back and closed his eyes "What's wrong with me? Think Mark...Think." He leaned over the notebook and looked at the lyrics he had written again, read them from top to bottom and his throat got tight, he swallowed hard. Mark frowned, he read them again to check, as if the lyrics were going to change. But no, they were still the same, he realized that all these lyrics he had written were about you right now, he knew that he had complicated feelings for the last few months but he always tried to push them back and not think about them, but apparently even though he tried to ignore his feelings, they had somehow emerged, and with a song he had written, a song he had written for you...

He realized that he had always used you as an inspiration while trying to make sense of the lyrics. The words in front of him were telling the times he had spent with you and the complicated feelings he had felt for the last few months. The song had unknowingly become about you. The thoughts floating around in his mind got mixed up, because he didn't know what to do with this awareness. Up until now, he had thought he only saw you as a friend, but what he felt told him more.

He put his head in his hands and took a deep breath. The moments he spent with you, your laughter, your deep conversations, those small, meaningful words you said to him... All of them started to spin in his mind at once. He was afraid of losing control of the feelings in his heart, because this new awareness was changing everything. 'No, this must be just a coincidence,' he thought, trying to convince himself. But deep down, he knew that this song was all about you. With a slight flutter in his heart, he closed the notebook and leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling. He had to pull himself together, but he also realized that there was no turning back from his feelings. Accepting that you were his inspiration both restored his passion for writing and made his heart get even more confused when he thought about you.

런쥔 renjun | when he learned to embrace her touch

You knew Renjun avoided contact most of the time and you respected that, well sometimes. There were times when you wouldn't notice it and you would be close, when you wouldn't see him for a long time and you would hug him for a moment and when you realized Renjun wasn't wrapping his arms around you, it would dawn on you and you would quickly pull back, he would laugh at this and shake his head every time. He didn't mean to upset you, he just preferred to stay in his private space. Except for one day of course...

One day, while watching a movie together, you jokingly wanted to lean your head on his shoulder. Renjun pulled your shoulder as usual and said, "Find another pillow." At that moment, as you pulled your head back with a smile, a feeling of unease welled up inside Renjun. Normally, it would come naturally to him to reject you, but this time, he felt like pushing you away was wrong, the little touch had felt strange for the first time, and no, it wasn't a bad feeling. As he turned to you, your head was still on his shoulder, and the scent that came to him seemed to have blocked his momentary thoughts. After that sentence he said while laughing, he couldn’t focus on the movie, he was only thinking about how much he regretted rejecting you and how he wanted to smell your scent again.

This realization made Renjun nervous, because he didn’t know how to confront you about it. As the days passed, he thought more about your contact, the warmth he felt even a little, your smile...He had always pushed you away when he could have had it all. After that day, when his mind was wandering, he could sometimes notice that you were still trying to hug and touch him, and he was waiting for a moment for you to do it, but every time you didn’t, it resulted in another disappointment. Until one day, after a few weeks, when you met again, he tried to suppress his smile when he realized that you had brought him his favorite dessert and looked at you. You were close to him and he could see that your arms were restless, but you were still holding yourself back from hugging him. At that moment, he gathered his courage, put the dessert aside and touched your shoulder lightly with one hand, you looked at your arm and then at him in surprise. With a slight smile on his face, he spoke almost in a whisper "I can be your pillow this time."

At first, you couldn't believe what you were hearing, your eyebrows rose in surprise, he was waiting for a step from you, he wanted to smell your scent that he had started to forget. When you finally wrapped your arms around his waist and buried your head in his neck, he wrapped his arms around you lightly, this was new to him and he didn't know if he should hug you tightly, "Hey if you want to hug, do it right or I'm going to pull away." As soon as your voice reached his ears, he laughed and wrapped his arms around you tightly, buried his head in your hair and breathed in your scent that he missed. Oh, he knew it was too late to turn back from these feelings, but he didn't care anymore, he wouldn't risk losing you, he wouldn't let anyone else feel your touch.

제노 jeno | when he felt jealous of her laughter

Okay, first of all, Jeno knows that he's not someone who gets jealous of his friends and it would never be a problem if his friends spent more time with their other friends than him. It was the same for you, he noticed your boy friends on your Instagram stories, how you sometimes talked less when you were together and it definitely didn't matter to him, or so he thought...

This time, things were different and he couldn't understand why it was a problem for him when you were joking and laughing with another guy. His hand was involuntarily clenched into a fist and he never took his eyes off you, his heart skipped a beat as he looked at the beauty of your smile, you were laughing with another guy and wasn't he the one who made you laugh so much? Oh, this was definitely a problem for him. Still, he stayed silent at first, thinking 'Why has this friendship become so difficult?' in his mind but he knew very well what the answer actually was, just thinking about it made his head and heart ache.

One day when you were able to meet up alone, he felt weird, he knew he had no right to question you but he couldn’t stop himself, his thoughts were running through his head, his leg was shaking with stress while he was listening to you. Jeno examined your smile carefully, that day that guy had also seen your smile from this closeness, he felt a pang in his heart again. At that moment, you stopped talking in the middle and frowned. “Are you okay? You seem so distracted.” His leg stopped shaking, he took a deep breath, “Why have we been so far apart lately? I mean- it’s like you’re closer to the others now.” you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t understand why this was a problem for Jeno. “I- I’m sorry if I made you feel like I was ignoring you, Jeno, but I want you to know that I have more fun when I spend time with you.” he looked into your eyes for a while, you could see the sparkle in his eyes and that sweet sight made you smile, even his slightest movement made you laugh and he couldn’t notice it.

“Really?” Jeno asked, his voice low but slightly challenging. The surprise on your face reminded him of how open he hadn’t really been about it. He realized that being with you meant more than just friendship, but he had kept it hidden deep down because he was afraid to say it. But now, the fact that you were spending time with someone else was causing a flood of emotions inside him that he couldn’t control. With a moment of courage, he placed his hand on top of yours and gently held it, “I… I don’t know, I just want to spend more time with you.” He could barely get the words out, he couldn’t look at you directly, eyes were on where your hands met, “You just had to say that, I want to spend more time with you too. As if you understand me better than others.” The sentence you said caused the same feeling to arise in his heart again, he nodded “So… Next week?” He raised his eyebrows questioningly, you laughed. “Tomorrow?” He returned your smile, you both had gotten rid of the strange atmosphere shortly after. So… Things had gone better than he expected, but he promised himself that he would be more open with you from now on, he wouldn’t back down and he would let you know that he had feelings for you.

해찬 haechan | when he got a taste of his own game

You knew Haechan had a flirtatious personality, every time you talked he would add a flirtatious compliment to the mix and continue with his normal life. It was like a game to him, he would watch you roll your eyes and ignore him with a smile, he enjoyed annoying you and you knew it very well.

One day when you had arranged to meet again, he was waiting for you while playing on his phone, when the door opened he raised his head and smiled when he saw you. He opened his arms to hug you, took a few steps towards you and said "Woah what's this beauty? Did you dress up for me baby?" he chuckled at how you rolled your eyes again, you wrapped your arms around him and before pulling away you spoke into his ear "Maybe I wanted to impress you?" you winked at him when you pulled away, he didn't respond for a while, okay now he had to explain to himself why his heart was racing. The words got stuck in his throat, he couldn't say anything and you laughed at his reaction, you had finally caught him off guard and this sight was worth seeing.

Haechan stumbled slightly, looked away from you, his hand went to the back of his neck and scratched it nervously, you could clearly see a nervous smile on his face "Wow this- you- this is new, okay.." he mumbled, but he couldn't stop the turmoil inside him. You had unexpectedly played with his heart and he didn't like it, how dare you embarrass him when it was his job? Again, no matter how embarrassed he was, he accepted it as a challenge, but this time his aim wasn't to make you mad, he wanted more, from this feeling he couldn't understand and from you. His flirty behaviors increased day by day, he waited to get an answer from you and experience the same feeling, every time he got what he wanted, he continued his day with a big smile on his face and a flutter in his heart.

He would continue this a little longer, your little flirty behaviors amused him and he would continue this before he told you his feelings. He would do this until he caught you off guard and won you over again, whenever he noticed the slightest bit of embarrassment while you were playfully flirting, he would say the phrase 'I like you' like it was a very normal thing and watch you double over in embarrassment before laughing and wrapping you in his arms.

재민 jaemin | when he saw her true self

Jaemin was always someone who showed himself with his self-confidence and extroversion, despite being the exact opposite of him, your friendship was going very well. Actually, your friendship wasn't that long ago, that was because you couldn't act exactly as you wanted around him and Jaemin understood this very well and waited for you until you were comfortable.

But you got used to Jaemin easily, unexpectedly, the quiet and shy side inside you was slowly starting to relax with his crazy and sincere attitude. He didn't miss the fact that you were more talkative and smiling more often around him, and he felt good because he could make you feel more comfortable every time he saw your smile.

You had accepted his invitation when he played basketball with his friends, you didn't join in while they were playing and watched them for a while. A few minutes later, when everyone dispersed, he dragged the ball to your feet, you looked at the ball first and then at him, stopped for a while when he motioned for you to come with his head. Normally you would have preferred to sit down instead of playing but Jaemin’s comforting smile made you stand up and walk towards him with the ball. “I suck at this.” you said while bouncing the ball a few times, he quickly grabbed the ball from your hands and started driving it into the basket without giving you a moment to be surprised, you ran after him, you didn’t want to let him win “Hey this isn’t fair I was talking!” he heard you yell from behind him and turned to you, his smile widened when he realized you were following him and he slowed down his run, when you finally caught up to him, Jaemin deliberately let you take the ball and waited for you to take the shot without losing his smile.

You knew you couldn’t do it but you didn’t care, the moment you had fun with Jaemin surpassed everything. You looked at the ball you missed with a smile “I told you…” you turned to him and realized that Jaemin had already come running to hug you, you tried to escape his hug with a smile but he caught you from behind “I caught you.” you turned your head to him, your faces were close, closer than you expected. Jaemin pulled back slightly, happy to see your heart-warming smile more often now. He was reaching the real you and he knew he was actually digging his own grave. He knew that his feelings for you were only grow bigger. But he didn’t stop, that was his goal from the beginning, he knew that he wasn't friendly towards you and he had to make you feel good by making you trust him first so that he could make a move on you. He just liked that you felt comfortable and safe around him, he thought he could take care of you better than anyone else and knowing that, he was eagerly waiting for the day he could hold you in his arms and tell you that he loved you.

천러 chenle | when he learns to listen

You had understood Chenle had a loud personality when you first met him, well...it wasn't that hard. Especially since you were the listener in your friendship, he liked telling you about his experiences, his other friends listened to him too (even though some said he was a bit too talkative), but he seemed to like you listening to him more. He didn't know why, but listening to him with a smile and reacting to everything he said made him talk more excitedly.

Until one day, he became silent in a way he didn't understand. While you were telling him how your day was, he would watch you with a smile, refusing to talk for the first time, and when you looked into his eyes, he tried to ignore the change in heart beat, he didn't understand. "By the way, are you okay? You're a little too quiet today." he cleared his throat and quickly looked away from you. "No uh- I just don't feel like talking today. Besides, it's more fun to listen to you." you blinked a few times. "I was actually telling you how I've been sitting around doing nothing all day, but thanks for finding it entertaining." he laughed nervously, feeling weird and stupid. He thought it was a temporary feeling, he was sure that everything would be okay tomorrow.

But no, it didn't happen as he expected, he was quieter around you now and all he wanted was to hear your voice "Sooo what did you do today?" he watched you roll your eyes as you took a deep breath "This is the 3rd time you've asked this Chenle, and the answer is still the same." he put his elbow on the table and then his head on his palm and looked at you with a smile "And? When I did this, you listened to me without getting bored. Come on, tell me again, I'll listen to you, like I always do." and he happily started listening to your daily routine that he now knew by heart.

Although this was something he didn't think much about at first, when Haechan told him how quiet he was around you and how it wasn't normal for him, he frowned and thought about it for a moment. He was afraid to think about it deeply and his fears were starting to grow. But he also knew that he couldn't ignore it anymore.

However, Chenle is an open person, if he really knows he has a crush on you, he won't hesitate to admit it. He'll occasionally squeeze in small compliments while talking;

'Your eyes sparkling when you talk are so cute, I'll listen to you more often from now on.'

'Hey, it's okay, I like how excited you are, don't think you're overreacting.'

He'll suddenly grab your hand and when you ask why, he'll tell you to keep talking and ignore your question. It won't take long for you to realize his feelings for you, that's his plan, he doesn't want to lose you and he's waiting for the day when you'll shut him up by covering his lips every time he talks.

지성 jisung | when he felt the sting of emptiness

Jisung always loved making handmade gifts for his friends. It just improved his manual skills and he enjoyed giving gifts to his friends, and he would often do it to you. There were many handmade gifts you got from him, like case charms, bag charms, bracelets, etc. It made him happy to see that you were actually using them and it was okay if you didn't, he knew you still had them at home. But when you met up one day and realized you weren't wearing the bracelet he had just given you, that empty space on your wrist hurt him for the first time.

Normally, if you had a new charm, you would definitely wear it the next time you met, of course you didn't have to, he knew that but he didn't know why his eyes kept going to your empty wrist and making him feel uneasy. You noticed his gaze again while you were sipping your coffee at a cafe and put the coffee back on the table. "Jisung, you've been staring at my hand almost since we met. Is there something I can't see?" he looked away shyly, he was hesitant to tell you this, he thought he had no right to complain but his emotions got the better of him "No- there's nothing..That's the problem."

You frowned for a moment and looked at your hand "What do you mean?" he took your hand and gently touched it, moving it towards your wrist, his touch sent an electric sensation through your body "It's just..Didn't you like my gift? I was expecting you to wear it today. You.. Normally you would do that." you let out a sigh of relief when you realized what the problem was and chuckled "Jisung you scared me, I just went out today and honestly forgot to wear all my jewelry. I don't even have earrings." you tucked your hair behind your ear and showed him a proof. Jisung wanted to crawl into the ground at that moment, he didn't know why he was so obsessed with it, you could use it if you wanted and not if you wanted, he couldn't force you.

After that day was over, he found himself making you new gifts, he knew that there was only one answer to his heart that beat faster every time he thought of you but he was too shy to say it so he would show his feelings with his gifts. He would go from writing 'I love you' on one of the stones he added to your bracelet to making another bracelet for the two of you that would look like a couple. Of course, it wouldn't be hard to find these little notes, you cared about his gifts and these beautiful sentences wouldn't escape your attention as you examined them carefully.

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genderisareligion · 10 months ago

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While Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj are having very public beef and while I really appreciate Megan's talent for what it is I wanna take this time to spotlight my favorite unproblematic female rapper who's been at it 10+ years whose lyrical mastery alone deserves 500% of the fame Megan and Nicki have:

Angel Haze

Who also released new music this week and it's 🔥 as usual

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Proudly bisexual but prefers and frequently raps about relationships with women, in a deep and meaningful way. "Back To The Woods" (2015) was written after a public breakup and remains my go to heal from heartbreak album

Proudly GNC and I've seen her up close IRL and can confirm she's hot as sin

Not gonna get too into my issue with dick worship in female rap which Megan though I love her is guilty of but Angel here is the much needed antidote. Zero pandering to sex appeal and constantly shitting on men for being worse than her but more famous (she's right). Like I still don't think I've heard her reference dick even once which is a miracle out here

Proudly Native American (Cherokee) and self taught in Tsalagi language

Took Eminem's "Cleaning Out My Closet" and turned it into a brutally honest manifesto about surviving CSA and religious trauma

Fantastic fine artist and painter (always does the cover art)

Can sing her own hooks and kills them

Chill/normal on social media, minds her own business and great to fans (liked several of the comments I've left her)

I really need more people to get into her music, part of why she won't ever blow up like Megan despite (no disrespect it's just facts) absolutely bodying her lyrically is because she's so GNC

If you have a few minutes check out "Gxmes" 🖤

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mygnolia · 5 months ago

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JUST ANOTHER LOVE SONG ୨୧ l. heeseung

୨୧ -› he's your high school sweetheart; something that was meant to be, written in the stars.

pair -› (student body) secretary!heeseung x vice pres! reader | wc -› 1k | cw -› just lots of kisses! | for @jlheon 's entopia event!! proud of u for 1k!

highschool is for growth, youth, and naivety. but highschool is where you meet lee heeseung, which makes all those other factors insignificant.

highschool relationships aren’t easy; if everything in your lives is tumultuous and ever changing, how can you expect your love with lee heeseung to stay the same? it’s like a field of flowers- and as much as you wished its beauty to be forever, it wilts, and sprouts with the seasons.

and things are never perfect, but you two make it work, through the good and bad, and that’s what makes it worth fighting for. and you love heeseung, enveloping him in all of those ‘disgusting, couply’ feelings that make life more memorable.

you bump into student body secretary heeseung one time in the hallway, and he helps you carry one of the many bags you had prepared for decorations headed to the student body classroom. it’s tidy, as your president and friend jungwon likes the classroom to be, with one of your favorite kind-hearted teachers looking over your meetings every week.

and you’ve known of lee heeseung. you’ve heard his singing as you pack up after long and tedious days full of planning. you’ve done student body bondings with him not quite by your side- but with you nonetheless. but this is the first time you’ve seen him in a more romantic light- and you like it more than you expect.

as heeseung still carries your bags, you tell him about how stressful planning winter formal is, considering how the venue was secured with immense luck. usually, in october, there’s nothing left for schools who procrastinate, but your principal didn’t make it easy to be proactive in the first place.

your love blossoms here, where he opens the door for you and laughs at your little jokes- where lee heeseung is in his element with park jongseong as treasurer and jungwon helping you all. it blossoms easily, when you two snicker in the back of the classroom and poke lighthearted fun at jay when he talks about his emails and responses. it’s fleeting- almost impossible to catch, but there’s a shift in the air after he really meets you. he helps you plan a bit more after hearing your struggles, and you make neat folders for his documents and reach out about government in hopes of starting conversations, even if it was about school. you two sit near each other, buy food for each other after stressful finals, and to be honest, it all goes by fast. it’s scary to know you’ve developed solid feelings by his birthday where you write him a sweet note with a meaningful gift, or by winter when you kiss him for the first time.

your love is young, and full of recklessness- but you two work through all the problems that comes with being so hopelessly in love in a time like highschool.

and within moments where you cry to him on the phone, or times where either of you mess up and have to apologize, there are moments that make your heart swell, too. like, when he tells you he loves you for the first time as perhaps a slip of the tongue, apologizing. “i always say it to my mom before i hang up.” he explains, picking at his nails from nervousness as he waits for your response on the other line. “but it’s not like i don’t mean it.”

and you giggle before repeating the words, stuffing your face into your pillow before you hang up and dream of heeseung.

or, that time where he blasted a song from his car and sang along to the lyrics as he asked you out for prom, his trunk propped open with flowers, and a huge smile on his face. and heeseung’s not afraid to love you in public, in a way that displays his grad gestures without the privacy of your intimacy behind closed doors.

and you think about it; the kisses you two share when impossibly close, with lovesick grins and warm, sweaty palms as heeseung would reach out to tuck your hair behind your ear and scrunch your shirt in his other hand to pull you close. and you are assured by him that you are loved with how he looks at you, with his gentle gazes and warm embraces that calm your bubbling feelings.

it is in the quiet moments where you two are most vulnerable. where you cry and tell him he’s hurt you (seldomly!), or when he kisses your temple and whispers his words of affirmation.

even still, even three years later when your friends marvel at how your relationship still holds true despite the distance and longing, you’re at a loss of words as to how to explain it. heeseung loves and loves, like he was born to reassure your worries and comb his fingers through your hair. how do you explain a feeling so invigorating yet serene at the same time? and your friends tell you that heeseung would do anything for you, and they tell you he would turn back an entire train just to hold your face in his hands and seal your lips with his just once more before the end of the day.

and your love with him continues to grow and change over time. like how flowers leave all of their fate to the sun and storm, you two try not to overthink the little things and let your relation run its path. and it’s been three years from highschool ever since junior year when you two got together, so you’re not the same snickering duo in the back of your classroom. but sometimes, heeseung presses a searing kiss to your lips after having not seen you for a while, and it makes you feel the very same as you did those days in october, hands intertwined under the desks with looks of longing.

and with how easy it is to talk about how heeseung loves you wholly, you think, you could write one, or maybe even two lovesongs about him.

REN SAYS... this was a little messy but full of love nonetheless. i heart lee heeseung

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buckys-wintersoldier · 10 months ago

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Would you lie with me? | Bucky Barnes

Pairing -> BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x BestFriend!Female!Reader

Summary -> After a mission Bucky comes into your room to see you watching the raindrops at the window. The two of you decide to go out to enjoy the warm summer rain there.

Wordcount -> 2.1k

Warnings -> (G) none, just fluff

A/N -> The Oneshot is dedicated and a surprise for @imtryingbuck. I hope you like it and I just want to tell you I LOVE YOU, BESTIE. Thank you for always being there when I need you and being so supportive. It really means a lot and I appreciate you so much.❤️❤️ Divider made by @firefly-graphics , aesthetics: @sergeantbarnessdoll

Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

The rain slowly makes its way down the window. It's been raining all day, but you like to just sit there and look at the raindrops falling down. The quiet sound of them hitting the floor makes you smile, and you enjoy the moment of the rain and the sound of it.

When someone knocks at your door, you turn away from your window, the blanket still tight around your body, while you shout a soft “yes?” in the direction of the door. The one outside the room opens the door, and you’re greeted by the big and lovely smile of your best friend, James Buchanan Barnes.

“Bucky,” you say happily.

His smile grows when he hears the excitement in your voice. Bucky's already beautiful blue eyes brighten even more when he closes the door and walks towards you until he reaches your bed and lets himself fall down on the edge of it. Now he is just a few inches away from you.

“Hey, doll. I thought I wanted to look after my best girl when I'm home from the mission, and here I am,” he says, his hand reaching to place it on your thigh.

You giggle softly about his words. Bucky always calls you ‘doll’ or ‘his best girl’ and he only calls you like that. When you first met him, you immediately knew he was your best friend. They told you Bucky isn’t really the one who talks much, but when you two are alone, he is the most talkative person you know. His laugh is the most beautiful you have ever heard, and the way he looks at you whenever you tell him about something makes your knees weak.

“How was your mission?”

“It was good, but I prefer being back at the compound because it means I can spend as much time with you as we want.”

You blush, your hand making its way from under your blanket to place it on his, and you stroke your thumb over his strong arm. Your eyes are piercing in his, and you are slowly getting lost. Everything feels so easy; there are no problems around you right now. You feel so much stronger when you just look into his eyes. Every fear and every negative thought is so far away that you feel like he is building walls around you to make sure they will never bother you.

After a moment, you’re just going to get lost in the depths of his eyes. You start to sing your favorite song, not really recognizing that you do. But it’s the song you and Bucky have decided to be “your song,” and whenever you’re around him, you have that song stuck in your mind, and like that, you just start singing it. Bucky’s grin grows when he hears the melody and words of the lyrics.

“We’ll do it all. Everything. On our own.”

When you sang the line the first time, Bucky made sure to tell you in every way possible that you’re never alone because he will be by your side whenever you need him. He found the most meaningful words someone could find to underline how much he means what he says. He never wanted to be so close to someone before; you’re the one he wants to be with whenever he can. With you around him, he feels like he is needed and loved by someone who understands him without words. And then one is you, his doll.

“We don’t need. Anything. Or Anyone.”

The two of you need just one another. There is nothing that makes you uncomfortable around him; you both can laugh together; he will comfort you whenever you need comfort; and he knows you do the same for him. Whenever he has a nightmare, he knows he can come into your room - when he isn’t already sleeping there - and talk to you. You would stay up all night for him, as long as he felt safe and comfortable. And he does the same, or whenever you get your period, he makes sure to have all you want to eat there, laying in bed with you, watching your favorite movies, and comforting you whenever your mood changes.

“If I lay here. If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

You could sit there, lay there with Bucky underneath, or have him next to you. His arms are tight around you while you feel the warmth of his body. The way he kisses your forehead whenever you look up at him and the smile on his lips are so soft that you would like to feel and see this all the time. He looks at you almost the whole time when the two of you watch a movie. Bucky just can’t get his eyes off you, especially when you smile or laugh about something. He would love to just capture your cheeks and press his lips on yours, making you his even when you’re already his doll.

“I don’t quite know. How to say. Or how to feel.”

The thought of you being with someone who isn’t Bucky makes him almost throw up. He wants to be the only one who is the reason for your big smile, your brightening eyes, and your beautiful laugh. Bucky would like to be the one who kisses you, holds you close, and cuddles you until you fall asleep. He would like to be the one who kisses your face to wake you up in the most beautiful way you can imagine. Little did he know that you feel the same way he feels for you, but he doesn’t want things to be awkward between the two of you.

“Those three words. Are said too much. They are not enough.”

Bucky is scared of telling you those special three words in the way he wants to tell you. You often tell each other that you love the other one, but he would love to tell you that he loves you. Like you’re the one and only for him; you belong to him, and he can show everything how gorgeous and beautiful his girlfriend is. Like he can tell everyone that you’re going to become his wife and that you carry the kids of the two of you in your pretty belly.

“Forget what we're told. Before we get too old. Show me a garden that’s bursting into life.”

The words are burning on his tongue, and whenever he is around you, Bucky feels like he just tells you all about the way he feels for you. The way he is so in love with you that he feels like he can’t think straight, everything in his mind is you. Whenever you touch him, he has a feeling of butterflies going wild in his stomach, and the spot where your skin is touching his, even when it’s just through the fabric of your clothes, feels like it’s all tingling, and he loves the feeling because he only has it when he is around the person he loves.

“Doll?” Bucky asks softly.

You blink and recognize that you are singing, stopping before you give him your full attention.

“Mhm?”

“Do you trust me?”

“You know I do. I trust you, Bucky,” you say, capturing his cheeks, and the two of you get lost in the moment for a second.

The urge to just lean forward and kiss one another is growing with every second you’re so close. But neither you nor Bucky break the distance between your lips, so scared the other could think it’s awkward. He clears his throat and smiles then.

“Let’s go outside.”

Your smile grows when you understand his plan. You slide the blanket down your body and let him take your hand to lead you through your room and then through the corridors of the building.

When he opens the door and the two of you walk outside, you feel the warm rain soaking your clothes immediately. With Bucky’s hand still in yours, you walk a few steps further away from the building. You tilt your head and close your eyes, letting the rain fall on your face and slowly sliding along your skin. Bucky stands next to you, his smile on his face from one side to the other, while his eyes are focused on you and the raindrops on your soft skin.

“Let’s waste time. Chasing cars. Around our heads,” Bucky sings, making you look at him and see his beautiful face.

His hands find your hips, and he pulls you closer. You wrap your arms around his neck. Bucky holds you tight against him, and when you place your head against his muscular chest, you inhale your favorite smell. Your best friend, the one you love so much. Bucky is the one who is definitely more than just a best friend for you, and he feels and thinks the same way about you.

“I need your grace. To remind me. To find my own.”

Your voices fit perfectly together, and the melody matches like the two of you do. It’s just the two of you, singing in the rain, standing as close as possible while you’re just around each other. With your song, with your love, you and him. With him, you’re feeling completely like every missing piece has found its way and its place, and now you’re complete with him by your side.

When you slowly pull away, Bucky looks at you, opens his eyes, and frowns softly.

“What’s going on in your beautiful mind, doll?”

You could melt when he calls you that. It’s a nickname, like every nickname, right? As much as you tried to tell yourself that it’s still special for you when he calls you by the nickname. When he calls you his best girl, his doll. Like you belong to him, like you’re his and he is yours.

You just smile and sit down on the ground, pulling him with you. When he sits next to you, he groans playfully because of his wet ass, but it causes you both just to laugh before you let yourself softly fall backwards until you lay, and he does the same. Bucky lays next to you, his hand looking for yours, while your feet and shoulders are touching each other. The grin on your face probably competes with the Cheshire Cat, but that doesn't matter. Because no one except Bucky - who is the reason for you being happy like that - can see you right now.

“All that I am. All that I ever was. Is here in your perfect eyes, they’re all I can see.”

Bucky turns his head around, facing you the moment you turn your head towards him as well. He suddenly looks so shy that you want to kiss his pretty, soft lips.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He chuckles about your cuteness.

“No, doll. I love you.”

“Yes, Bucky. I love you too.”

Now it’s on you to giggle when his expression changes between shy and confused, and then your favorite smile appears on his lips. He gets it; he gets that you love him. Not like a friend, not like your best friend. No, you love him the same way he loves you. Like you belong together, and the things he just dreamed about have yet to come true. You love him. His plans he made whenever you were together can become reality at some point, and he finally doesn’t have to hide his feelings for you anymore.

“I don’t know where. Confused about how as well. Just know that these things will never change for us at all.”

Even when you sing the line, you know that you’re definitely not confused about anything right now. With Bucky's hand in yours and his body so close to yours, you can feel his warmth. Just the two of you in the warm summer rain, laying on the floor, knowing you belong to one another now and that the love you tried to keep a secret is shared between you and Bucky now.

“If I lay here.”

“If I just lay here.”

“Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

“Of course, my precious doll,” Bucky says, pushing himself up and leaning closer to capture your lips for a soft but passionate kiss. Your hands are still holding one another’s hand while he grabs your waist to hold himself above you and be as close as possible while you share the sweetest first kiss with your love.

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THERE’S SOMETHING

ABOUT YOU.

CHAPTER 1

pairing: smallville!clark kent x blackfem!oc

fandom: smallville (2001-2011)

guest starring: aaliyah haughton as lyric james

summary: ever since lana lang has moved in with the sullivan’s, clark kent’s nightly telescopic views of the galaxy and daily glimpse of the sunrise tend to get lonelier. that is until a moving truck, a wandering amicable feline, and her frustrated owner, lyric james, makes her debut in his life as her family are the new owners of the old potter house next door. things between the new neighbors start to shift as clark is tasked as her personal tour guide at her new school. one little slip is all it takes for her to learn he’s more than meets the eye in this small town.

contains: lots of words,neighbors to friends, slow burn, martha lowkey being the hookup, snarky teens, some swearing, fluff, friendly banter, a bit of angst. lyric’s thoughts. clark’s thoughts.

taglist: @afrowrites @afrogirl3005 @rosiestalez @sabrinasopposite @tryingtograspctrl @ellethespaceunicorn @jkr820 @simply-the-best23 @zombiehe4rt

next: CHAPTER 2

it was around 8:30 PM on a friday night as clark kent gazed at the stars through his telescope in his “fortress of solitude”. it was just his loft in the barn, but he never forgot how lana lang coined that term for this sacred space of his. lana was known as the typical girl-next-door and the cheerleader dating the captain of smallville high’s football team, whitney fordman, and clark’s first love. well—it’s crazy how things can change so rapidly. lana quit cheerleading to own the talon, whitney was killed while following in his late father’s footsteps to serve this country, and she wasn’t the girl-next-door anymore. she had to move in with one of clark’s best friends, chloe sullivan and her father, gabe because her aunt nell’s new husband wanted to move the family out of smallville, but lana refused to leave it all behind. one thing that didn’t change was clark’s love and admiration towards the girl.

the loft wasn’t just his space where he’d go to think or look into space. he also shared it with her. whether it’d be using the telescope to admire her from afar, having late night talks, or watching the sunrise together. you’d think with this much time spent with someone, clark would finally have the gusto to officially ask lana out. he has tried, but between the obstacles of figuring out his heritage, keeping his abilities a secret, not wanting to hurt others feelings, and his cowardice of opening up to his loved ones, his chances with her all went to hell.

lana’s tasks at the talon were getting busier by the day and she still had her load of class work to tend to, so her visits to the loft for sunrises or meaningful conversations weren’t as frequent. it’s been getting quite lonely here. a deep sigh escapes from clark’s chest as he takes a step back from the telescope, both hands tucked within his pockets. his blue eyes peer at the dark sky that was softly lit with luminous stars that goes beyond this planet he’s come to know and love. his longing for the answers concerning his heritage grow stronger and impatient as his thoughts trail back to the aircraft that’s hiding in the cellar. he wished that this burden wouldn’t have to be so much. he understood that his parents, jonathan and martha, didn’t want to lose their miracle child if he found out where he came from or if the world knew of his powers, they would experiment, exploit, or worse, treat him like an outcast. it’s already hard enough on clark that his best friend, pete ross, knew. they’ve worked it out once he’s sworn his secrecy to the kents and their friendship seemed to be stable, but deep down he knew that pete would never really get used to that. clark just wanted someone—no, anyone to understand his intentions. whether they’re a human or not. why did i have to come down to this planet? what happened on my planet that was so bad that i literally crashed into the quiet lives of this town? why—

clark’s train of thoughts came to a halt and his heightened sense of hearing caught the sound of revving engines and purring wheels coming into the direction of the neighborhood, but not directly to his home. both of the vehicles make a stop and park at their destination. one of the vehicles is a u-haul moving truck the other, resembling what might be a white honda civic. this stop wasn’t an ordinary stop either. it seemed that the destination was—the old potter house. was it possible that nell had changed her mind? did lana know about this? could things go back to the way they were? clark had to pause for a second because he didn’t recognize the car at first, so he looks back into the telescope to investigate further.

it was pitch dark outside to see who exactly were operating the vehicles, so clark knew what he had to do to find out. his eyes focused on the closely on the u-haul, he could clearly see the boxes and luggage near the rear end before his x-ray vision travels towards the front. in the driver’s seat, he could see the outline of a human skeletal figure, stretching their arm muscles and reaching for the seatbelt. his pupils shifted to the car parked behind the truck. there were three figures this time. one sitting in the drivers side, the other in the passenger with their head leaning against the window, and third that seemed to be curling up on the passengers lap which clark assumed to be a pet. the driver taps the passenger’s shoulder to signal them to wake up before they open the doors.

with the low quantity of streetlights near kent farm, it was still difficult to see clearly, but clark was positive he saw three different silhouettes with three different voices as he watched them exit the vehicles. the tallest silhouette was definitely an older male with a deep voice muttering as he made his way to the front door before fishing the key out of his pocket to gain access to the house.

“come on now, girls! this house won’t be moved in by itself. let’s at least get what we need for the night and start fresh in the morning, alright?” he commands before stepping into the house. the next silhouette was slightly shorter than the first and the soft, alto voice was of an older female followed by the final silhouette who had a similar voice to hers, but it definitely sounds like a person of around clark’s age. she appears to be holding a bundle tucked securely in her arms. her own sigh resonates in the night air, her posture deflating with exhaustion.

“man, if i have to move another muscle, i swear i’ma fall apart.” the youngest of the three groggily protested as she dragged her feet forward.

“your father’s right! the faster we get things done, the faster we can go to bed, get some rest and greet our new neighbors in the morning. i’d suggest you put that cat down somewhere and pick up those feet, young lady. we don’t have time for all that whining, now.” the older female firmly responds as she beckons the younger to follow her into the house.

“yes, mama. just—let me put the princess in my room and i’ll be right down with ya’ll. god knows i’m beat.” all three figures trudge their way into the now lit house and close the door.

clark lets the conversation cut there before he takes some paces away from telescope.

it looks like we’re getting new neighbors. i’ll make sure to tell mom and dad in the morning.

he turned off the light switch before descending down the stairs to retire for the night.

lyric james huffs out in relief as her spine finally makes contact with her lavender comforter set delicately draped over the air soft mattress of her new bed, in her new room, of her new house, and in a new town. the bare walls were illuminated with the amber glow of the ivory bedside lamp she recently installed. her closet was about a quarter full and the drawers had the essentials like undergarments and socks, but there were two things she couldn’t live without for one night: grandad’s record player and noir. speaking of noir, lyric could hear the soft patter of paws treading on the hardwood floors and an audible mew of the feline. she got the strength to lift herself upright to look down and find noir staring back at the girl with those large round, yellow-green eyes and her fuzzy,black tail swaying across the floor as if she were waiting for her owner to carry her as she did before they stepped into the new house.

lyric chuckled at her cat, shaking her head. although it was a tired smile, her dimples made a prominent appearance within her toffee skin. “girl, i know i got you spoiled rotten—can’t even get up on the bed without needing an escort.” she reached her arms below to scoop noir up into her bed before laying vertically with her head against her plush pillows and a fair number of stuffed animals. lyric adjusted, so that one hand was underneath the white, paisley bandana wrapped to protect her hair and the other, tenderly stroking noir’s dark coat of fur as the cat nuzzled on her torso. her brown eyes shifted to see the red glowing digits of the time set on her alarm clock. 10:30. i really need to sleep, so i can move all of that junk tomorrow. thank god it’ll be a saturday. her chest raised slowly to deflate as she sat alone with her thoughts. i miss new york already. what’s so interesting about this itty, bitty hill billy town anyway? what does a place like smallville have to offer?

let’s rewind that real quick. lyric james was a born and (formerly) raised native from new york. she’s currently a sophomore with a love for old vinyl records, talking junk, eating sweets, going out with friends (well the ones she had back home), impulsive shopping, and documenting core memories with her digital camera.

her voice was soft as rain and calm as her mother’s, one might say a sound like a voice of reason, but one shouldn’t get that confused with her being a pushover. when it comes to meeting new people, she’s not shy per say, but before opening up she needs to observe certain people. observe of how they speak, their body language, and just how they are as a person in general. if the vibe’s good, that’s what’s up! she’ll crack jokes, speak in fluent sarcasm, and maybe a bit of flirting when she gets the balls. if not, she’ll be cordial and respectfully keep her distance. she’s had moments of naivety in the past when it came to friendships causing her to get burned, but hey— she lived and she learned. that was her just her outlook on life: to live until you die. she was only a teenager, so she’s expected to screw up every once in a while, but when it came to having that common sense her parents instilled in her during childhood, she knows where the line should never be crossed.

her parents, crystal and joseph james, were suitable guardians and they supported lyric as well as nurtured her to be a well mannered young woman, but one thing that got her tight was their demanding work schedules. joseph worked as a firefighter and crystal, an er nurse. don’t get her wrong, she loved that her parents saved lives for the love of it and kept their lives afloat financially, but it also made lyric anxious. as an only child, she’s been with her parents for so long and she couldn’t imagine if something happened to one or both of them. hence why she had a curfew, even back in her hometown to make sure she’s home and near the phone just in case. the main reason why her parents decided to move to smallville was that it was safe. it wasn’t like smallville didn’t have crime going on, but it wasn’t as bad as new york. crystal and joseph knew that their daughter was left alone most of the time and they’d allowed for her to go out with friends and come back at a certain time, but the risk was too high for them to stay ever since—omar. fortunately, they had some colleagues recommend that smallville had some opening positions for their professions and that’s how they got here to get away from their past.

lyric felt her eyelids drooping lower as a yawn escaped from her mouth and reached over to the lamp switch to cease the glow in her room. careful not to wake noir, she shifted her body as carefully as she could to conceal herself under the sheets. she turned on her side, her knees curling up slightly in a fetal position as her bare feet rubbed against each other. her arms wrapped loosely around noir. the sounds of the feline’s low snores were enough to send lyric into a peaceful, calm slumber.

the rising sun of saturday crept in at around 7:15 AM. clark was used to being up this early. that’s farm life, but this was part of his daily routine to wake up, get dressed, and head to the loft to watch nature simply take its course. as he leaned his elbows against the window sill, his eyes of blue soaked up the harmonious mixture of the sky’s color palette of lavender, pink, tangerine, and gold. the clouds resembled the fluffiness of the cotton candy that was served at the fall festival every year. it was silent, but the wind hummed as it lightly tickled clark’s face and fanned his raven tresses with a breeze so gentle at just the right the temperature that he couldn’t help, but to close his eyes and inhale the morning within his lungs. he was sure this weekend was going to be the same: do some chores, hang out with his friends at the talon, run into lex luthor, or maybe fight off people who’ve been poisoned by those cursed green rocks like he’s some sort of superboy. you know, the usual. clark then had that sinking feeling within his stomach and that tiny weight of heaviness in his chest with visions of her.

i really wish lana was here. maybe she’d find some time to at least catch the end of this.

his eyes then traveled back to the house next door. the two vehicles and the “SOLD” sign out in the front yard confirmed to clark that the kents having new neighbors wasn’t a fever dream like he’d hoped. he didn’t really get to see the family clearly, but he remembered a father, a mother, and perhaps a daughter with a pet of some kind. he pondered on the details of where they came from, what they looked like, what were their personalities, and most importantly, were they prepared for what kind of town they’ve moved to given its bizarre history? well—clark, felt he was to blame for the bizarre part, but his parents reassured there was nothing no one could do to prevent it.

after the sun took its rightful place in the heavens, clark decided it was time to get a head start on his chores for the day. that was until he felt something nuzzle itself against his ankle and his ears picking up on the soft mewling sound that filled the silence of the loft. well—that’s new… he thought knowing that it was the norm for animals to be on the farm, but not this one. clark peered down to find two wide eyes of yellow-green that reminded him of the glow of a firefly in the darkness of july. they were attached to a tiny, furry head with a pink button nose, whiskers, and pointed ears all surrounded by onyx fur. one of clark’s brows raised and a grin curved on his lips as the feline continued to wrap around his or her tail around his leg some more. with blended knees, he squatted down low enough to meet the cat’s level to slowly, but gently reach his hand towards the nose first, so the cat could detect clark’s scent properly before giving him the green light to go any further. a dark paw stretches to lightly touch his hand before leaning a fluffy cheek in forward to nuzzle clark’s knuckles, indicating that he can proceed with his touch. clark couldn’t help, but to smile before taking both hands to enthusiastically pet this friendly little, black cat’s face.

“now, i wonder how you got yourself in here, huh? your owner must be pretty worried—“ he paused to check to see if the cat had a collar of any kind in which he came up short. geez, he at least wanted to know the feline’s gender without catching them off guard by picking them up. as if the cat read his mind, they rolled over on the hardwood floor to reveal the underside of their body. after a quick observation, clark figured out this feline was a female before she rolled over again to her original position on her belly.

“don’t worry, girl. you can stay up here until your owner comes back. for now, i’ll take care of you.” he simpered as his palm soothingly descended down the cat’s spine. noir couldn’t help, but to respond to this boy’s touch by filling the room with a satisfied purr as if she were in paradise. clark sighed with content before he realized that he now has to let his folks know about the new visitor. he ceases his petting and his tenor voice softly urges, “i’ll be right back, girl. you stay right here, okay? if you’re good, i’ll come back with a little treat for you. how does that sound?” he coaxed. she responds by mewling and laying on her stomach, tail swaying back and forth across the floor as she watches clark walk away and descend down the stairs of the barn and out to his home to find his parents conversing at the breakfast table in their kitchen. his father was sitting at the table reading the newspaper while his mother was preparing breakfast.

“morning dad! morning mom!” he hurriedly greeted his parents, jogging to the cabinet to retrieve a plastic bowl and the refrigerator, for some fresh milk.

“mornin’, son!” jonathan responds, his eyes still skimming the headlines. martha repeats the phrase back to her son, her eyes glancing up to see to him getting the items needed for cereal, but no spoon nor cereal. martha squints in curiosity as her mother’s intuition urges her to ask clark what he’s up to.

“hey, clark, if you want breakfast, i’m putting something together. are sure you just want cereal, dear?” she questions.

“nah, mom. i’m good just…uh, getting started with my chores. hey, did you know that a new family moved into nell and lana’s old house? i saw the truck come in late last night while i was in the loft. you guys were sleeping by then, but i didn’t want to wake you.” clark spoke, pouring the right amount of milk in the bowl and putting the carton back in the fridge. he didn’t instantly want to stall on the fact of the feline, but he definitely wanted keep his parents in the loop of their new neighbors first.

martha’s face responds in awe, her head nodding with a smile on her lips as she resumes to cooking and jonathan lowers the paper to get a better insight on the topic of the discussion.

“ah, right! i noticed the truck still parked when i looked out the window this morning. at first i thought nell had changed her mind for lana’s sake, but i saw a different man walk to his car. either way, it’s exciting to see some fresh, new faces around smallville, right jonathan?” martha inquired to include her husband. jonathan nodded in agreement,

“oh, yeah. they’re likely a friendly, hardworking family with good old fashioned values that happen to live right next to another average family: a farmer, his wife, and their herculean son with the strength of 2,000 men!” jonathan wise cracked, earning some laughter from his family.

clark’s infectious smile crept on his lips before he takes the bowl off the counter, careful not to spill it.

“very funny, dad! in the case of meeting fresh faces, the new ones i’ve met so far are covered in fur and whiskers. i was out at the loft just now and this black cat just snuck in.”

“oh, a cat? so that explains the bowl with no cereal. well, do you think it’s just a stray?” martha questioned, wiping her hands clean with a plaid, hand towel.

“where’s the cat now?” jonathan chimed in.

“ah—not really, she’s actually very friendly. i’ve tried to look for a collar, but she didn’t have one. look, i’m not saying i’m keeping her, but i think someone would be coming for her soon. she should still be waiting in the loft. until then, i want her to be taken care of before they come.” clark utters, gesturing to the bowl in his hand.

“that’s sweet of you, clark! i’m sure they would appreciate that. oh! just milk won’t do, sweetie. let me see if we have a can of tuna in here somewhere.” martha inwardly beamed as she turned to rummage through the pantry to retrieve a can of tuna. as she fetched a can opener, spoon, and a bowl, her heart couldn’t help to swell at her son’s benevolence. his desire to care for all species on a foreign planet made her feel more content of what happened in the fall of ‘89. sure there was some destruction, trauma, and long lasting negative outcomes, but clark would never fit in those categories. out of the can she scooped the meat into a bowl and handed it to clark.

“thanks, mom! i’ve learned from the best, you know.” he leant down to tenderly kiss the auburn head of his mother and made his journey outside to fulfill his promise to the amicable fur ball that was still waiting on her treat. once inside, he places the two bowls in front of her and it wasn’t a second later before she indulged in the food and drink.

little does this sneaky kitty know that her owner is about to cross paths with smallville’s main attraction.

lyric’s grogginess was short lived after waking up to find noir missing. she quickly sat up to look underneath the comforter to see if the onyx feline was at the foot of the bed. lyric knew that noir liked to sneak away and hide in other places of their old house, so what makes her think noir wouldn’t give this house a test drive for that same purpose? lyric moved the comforter to free herself and swung her feet to the side of the bed. she rubbed the sleep from eyes to get a clearer vision in order to see the red digits on her clock. it was approximately 8:00 am. as soon as the bare soles of her feet touched the floor, her knees followed suit to search under the bed.

“noir?” she called as her brown eyes searched and her head moved from left to right and vice versa, but noir was nowhere in sight. feeling a tad irked with her pet’s usual shenanigans, a huff erupted from her chest and her brows furrowed. lyric stood up to her feet and made her way to the closet only to find just her clothes on the hangers, no noir. lyric checked all the usual places upstairs where she would hide. bathroom? no. linen closet? nah. the den? negative. not even her own parents room provided lyric with the answer she desired.

“now, where the hell could she be?” she muttered lowly to herself under her breath. lyric knew better for her parents not to hear any type of profanity slip from her mouth. her ass would be grass, but so would noir’s if she didn’t pop her fuzzy head out in the next few minutes.

she was such in a tizzy trying to find her cat that she didn’t notice her mother, crystal, calling out for her from downstairs. lyric brought herself back to earth before she made her way down the steps and into the kitchen where she found crystal to be unpacking an open cardboard box and placing dishes, bowls, and cups in their respective cabinets. each item making a clanging sound as they were maneuvered out of the box.

“good morning, mama! where’s dad?” lyric hastily greeted and questioned as she also noticed the absence of her father. her doe eyes perused areas such as the floor, near the refrigerator, and under the tables. damnit, no such luck.

“good morning, honey! your father’s out at the station to settle some final paperwork before monday and running some errands for the house, but he should be back in time soon. we still have so much unpacking to do and meet our new neighbors, so get a move on to get dressed!

“hold up, don’t the ones living here already usually come to meet the new ones?” lyric’s nails reached to scratch her scalp as she raised her arched brow, piqued by the statement.

“yes, usually, but the unusual doesn’t always do harm.” crystal responded to her daughter before she turned around to see her still clad in her nightly attire. lyric hastily nods, her thoughts still running laps around her head.

“you sound like you’re in a rush. what’s wrong, baby?” she placed the items she was unpacking on the counter before she approached lyric.

“ma, have you seen noir? i’ve checked her usual spots and i can’t find her nowhere. i know she likes to sneak out my room every once and a while, but she stays in the house hiding and i keep coming up short— you’ve been down here for a minute, so maybe you’ve seen her tryin’ to get somethin’ to eat?”

“mmm—no. i’m sorry, i haven’t. it don’t help that we barely got any food to start with, my guess is noir went to search somewhere else for that. one thing about her, if she can’t get food here, she’ll get it somewhere else and you know how greedy she is the way you got her spoiled.” crystal chuckled as she heard lyric sigh out a defeated “if that ain’t the truth.” even though noir can be a handful, she adored her due to antics like this because let’s be real, a girl’s gotta eat!

“i just hope you remembered to put that collar back on her neck when we got here.”

lyric froze. her lips tighten as her eyes shut, inhaling and huffing out a breath of deeper frustration with herself before she realized that she didn’t put noir’s collar on when they settled in last night. she was so worn out from going back and forth to move in her essentials to her room, that it slipped her mind completely. now, she knows noir likes to wander a bit, but damn it! she never expected that cat to venture out in a whole new area. crystal took lyric’s silence and that pout on her face as a signal of negligence to complete the task, but she understood that it was late and the whole james family were even dead tired to get the rest of what they needed. a sympathetic smile rose on her full lips and her palms find their way to reassuringly massage the tensed muscles of her daughter’s shoulders.

“don’t worry. you know noir always finds her way back home, she wouldn’t dream of getting into some trouble without you, especially not too far away, so she may be closer than you think. now, i bet you’ll do the right thing and put that collar on as soon as you get her back?” crystal inquired with a playful tone, so lyric’s pout transformed to a lopsided grin, the dimples she inherited from her mother protruding as she giggled. in return for her mother’s wisdom, lyric pulled her into a bear hug and rested her chin on shoulder. this reminded her of the moments in her childhood when crystal would console lyric, whether she was taking her accountable or not.

“yes, ma’am—and i’m sorry for not handling my business. it won’t happen again, i swear.” she murmured near crystal’s ear and pulled back to face her again.

“you live and you learn. i’ll tell you this, instead of looking around in the house, how about going outside? you might find what you’re looking for. you can worry about unpacking the rest of your things later.” after giving lyric her cue to get started, crystal’s kissed her daughter’s cheek and ceased the embrace before finally disposing of the box that was emptied of its contents.

departing with a smile and nod, lyric rushed upstairs to her bedroom and opened the closet door to locate a presentable outfit that was not too laid back nor over the top, but something that was comfortable and fashionable enough to locate the missing noir. no matter what the occasion may be, lyric wasn’t gonna be too flashy nor look like she just rolled out of bed! she settled for an aqua blue top that was slightly cropped at the bottom to expose a bit of her abdomen with a mural of a geisha patterned with black, white, gold, and salmon. she paired this one pop of color with black cargo pants, black bomber jacket, and a classic pair of black chuck taylor’s. she placed the ensemble on the bed and left her bedroom to perform her hygienic ritual in the bathroom before returning to don her outfit for the day. lyric removed her scarf and adjusted her dark, long, natural hair to her liking with the heat of her straightening iron, the stroke her detangling brush, and the spritz of the heat protection spray to ease the guilt of damage. there was no harm in the addition of her signature eyeliner, mascara, and lastly—the brown lip liner and gloss combo painted on her full lips that were the icing on the cake of her everyday look. as for accessories, her ears were adorned with the cherished pair of golden hoops she was gifted for her 13th birthday, and the simple, black crossbody satchel that was her go to for whatever she needed for any journey.

“alright, ma. i’m going out to get your fast tail granddaughter back home!” lyric’s voice echoed out after jogging downstairs to wait by the front door to her crystal respond, “okay, honey! be safe and i love you. don’t stay out too long, now.” lyric reciprocates the farewell before bolting out of the door and into the front yard. it was a sunny day with a moderate fall-like temperature, not too hot nor too cold. her legs moved like clockwork as the falling leaves made a crunching sound beneath her sneakers. lyric squints and furrows her brows as she starts to look around the perimeter of the house, her mind started to go into overdrive mode, thinking of what that sneaky ass cat is up to. god, i just pray she’s not lost in a cornfield or behind a barn getting knocked up by some stray. now, i know i raised her better—but then again, i ain’t get her fixed.

after frantically searching all around the front and backyards, lyric made one more final decision before she could take her search further out into town: the next door neighbors. the chances were low, but never zero. besides, she was going to have to cross paths with them anyway. she took another deep breath and placed her hands in her jacket pockets as the autumn breeze picked up with her feet leading her to the home. it was a brisk 2 minute walk. she stopped and her head leaned up to read the hung up wooden sign that read, KENT FARM— and she wasted no time to walk on the property. to say it was just big was an understatement. as lyric ventured down the dirt path of the driveway, her eyes perused the land that possessed animals such as horses, cows, and pigs. she attempted to not contort her face at the new, pungent smells that filled her nose.

i don’t wanna be rude to these people, but ugh! this is nothing short of a farm. i’d better get used to this though.

the abode itself resembled the classic farmhouse with the white picket fence aesthetic. it was a vibrant, lemon yellow two story house with white trimming on the windows and a welcoming porch with white, wooden steps that creaked as lyric’s feet gingerly ascended before approaching the door and checking to see if any cars were parked that indicated the presence of her new neighbors. once she spotted the parked red pickup truck, she took that as her cue to knock on the front door. in the brief time she waited for someone to come to the door, her head turned to the left to find a colossal, vibrant red barn. it seemed to have an open window and what looked like to be a telescope protruding. lyric’s mind began to wander again, but instead of panic, it was serenity.

that looks like a dope spot to stargaze and listen to some stevie. ain’t nothing like your own personal quiet place.

her thoughts were halted at the sound of the front door hinges creaking opening to reveal a couple around her parents age, they both greeted lyric with a “good morning” and benevolent grins which gave her a warm feeling. the wife was a few inches shorter than lyric with auburn hair, blue eyes, and rosy lips. as for the husband, he was towering over both of the females with sandy, blonde curls, sculpted jawline, and blue eyes as well. lyric regained her focus and introduced herself.

“hey—good mornin’! my name’s lyric james. my family and i just moved in last night in the house next door. it’s very nice to meet you mr. and mrs.—“ she paused to lead them to their names to politely address them like how she was raised. with a smile, she held out her hand to give each adult a handshake before the husband reciprocated the salutation on their behalf,

“well, lyric, it is certainly a pleasure to meet you and welcome to the neighborhood! mr. and mrs. kent will do, but when you feel comfortable, my name is jonathan and this is my wife, martha.”

“lyric—what a lovely name. we definitely look forward to meeting the rest of your family very soon and welcome to smallville. is there anything we can help you with, honey?” martha enthusiastically chimed, that sunshine smile reappearing that compelled lyric to return a dimpled simile of her own as a result of that welcoming compliment.

“ah, thank you both so much! first, i just wanna let ya’ll know you have a lovely home. second, if it isn’t such a bother— did ya’ll happen to see a black cat with these big, yellow eyes, no collar, and sneaky? i mean—she has a collar, but because i was so tired, i forgot to put it on her last night. her name is noir. she likes to wander off sometimes and i was wondering if ya’ll seen her around here? i understand if you haven’t, i was making sure before i start putting her face everywhere in town.” lyric’s face heated with embarrassment as she dumped her predicament on these lovely folks, she takes her hands that were previously tucked in her pockets and fidgeted with them. who knew that one kitty could cause this teenager this much stress and chaos? lyric knew, but in this circumstance? give a girl a break.

after lyric drops the cat’s exact description, realization set in martha’s mind and the gears started turning in her brain.

lyric. what a friendly and polite girl! she must be the cat’s owner. the same cat that snuck into the barn and the same cat that clark was currently caring for. not to mention that she’s a sight for sore eyes! this girl could use a trusting and kind first friend in a new place. who better than clark? maybe this was the fresh face that could bring him out of this lana funk.

an invisible light bulb popped out of martha’s head, her smile never ceasing at her clever thinking. it was now martha’s turn to respond to lyric.

“oh, no! that’s unfortunate. we have a son who’s he’s about your age. his name is clark and he would definitely be of service to help find what you’re looking for. he’s actually in that barn right over there.” her auburn bob sways as her head tilts in the direction of the barn, a nonverbal signal for lyric to take a look.

“are you sure about that, mrs. kent? i don’t wanna bother nobody with my problem.” lyric questioned, using one of her hands to brush a piece of hair out of her face.

“i’m positive, lyric! one thing about clark kent, when there’s a call for help, he’ll answer. i’m sure he’d be happy to assist you!” martha said with a reassuring grin.

lyric reciprocated with a grin and nodded her head in approval.

“by the way you’re hyping him up, he sounds pretty cool. alright, mrs. kent, you got a deal. i’ll take you up on that! again, i really appreciate your help! you said that barn over there, right?” lyric pointed to the left.

lyric took the kent’s nods as approval to give them a wave, walk down to the porch steps, and make her brief trip to the red barn with the telescope in the window. the entrance was already opened, giving her easy access. she looked around to see the piles of hay and various farming tools and machinery. her head turned to one side, then the other to see if she could spot the mysterious clark. her gaze then shifted to the beige, wooden staircase that led to the next level.

“here goes something.” she mutters under breath, her legs carrying her to the staircase to get the next lead in finding the missing noir.

“hello! is anybody up there?!” she called out as she ascended.

clark was still in the loft. he was lounging on the sofa with noir comfortably laying across his lap, softly purring and snoozing the day away after a snack and some playtime with a laser pen that clark found. he was now waiting for lyric’s arrival to retrieve her furry companion. his heightened sense of hearing and open window worked in his favor when he heard the recent conversation between the girl and his parents in the distance. that soft voice he heard last night confirmed the match for the voice of the new girl next door. last night, her tone conveyed raspiness and exhaustion, but while conversing with his parents, it was soothing and pleasant to the ear, sensitive or not. he was content in knowing that the feline, noir (now that he finally knew her name) had a caring owner and home. he also couldn’t help, but simper bashfully at hearing his mother’s compliment about his willingness to help others. his cheeks glowing red when lyric enthusiastically agreed and the two were only seconds from meeting. she already thinks i’m cool even though we haven’t met. that’s—interesting.

clark’s thoughts came to a halt when he hears footsteps and that same voice calling out for another human— well, being in his case. him and noir perked up and glanced in the direction of the footsteps that were approaching closer to his exact location. noir let out a mewl that louder than normal.

“noir? noir! is that—“ lyric gains speed at the sound of a “meow” that belonged to the onyx kitty she’s missed so dearly. once she made it to the top of the stairs and rounded the corner, her movements ceased to find a boy sitting on the couch. clark turned his head in her direction. a kind smile that revealed his pearly canines appeared as he gingerly scooped noir in his arms and approached lyric. silence filled the room as they inspected each other’s features for a moment before speaking.

as clark was standing, lyric could tell he was in the 6’0+ range of height. his hair was dark like hers, but he had ivory skin, benevolent aqua blue eyes, sculpted jawline, and rosy lips. he resembled the prince in that little mermaid movie that lyric always enjoyed as a child—after some years, she’s realized it wasn’t just the songs that drawn her in.

clark curiously gazed at the girl before him. she was at average height. he noticed her medium earthy skin tone complimented her deep brown eyes, long, natural dark hair, and shimmery, full lips. he knew that it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see that she was pleasant to the eyes. the teen’s conscious’ brought them down to earth before they awkwardly stammered their introductions in sync,

“hey! i’m—“

“hi! my name’s—“

“sorry—“

“my bad—“

they both respond with a brief chortle before clark chimes in,

“ladies first.”

“oh, right! um, my name’s lyric james aka, your new neighbor and owner of that fast tail cat you got.”

lyric gives the boy an amicable grin and playfully glares at noir. she holds out her arms towards clark’s and he instantly takes the cue to hand noir back in lyric’s awaiting arms. he beams as she embraces the feline, her knuckles nuzzling between the ears and pecking her head.

“god, don’t you ever do that to me again. i’m too young to have a heart attack, but i’ve missed you, girl!” she affectionately murmured.

“i’m clark kent by the way! it’s really nice to meet you, lyric.” he holds out his hand and patiently waits as she shifts noir into one arm, popping her on her torso like an infant and reaching her hand to grasp his in the friendly exchange.

“nice to meet you! your mom talked a good game about you helping those who need it. it looks like you really came through and i appreciate that, clark. this is noir and i’m sorry that she snuck over here disturbing your peace, but i forgot to put her tag on, so that’s on me.” lyric confessed, looking at her cat with the expression of a disappointed mother before gleaming in gratitude towards the farm boy.

“hey, it’s no problem, really. this sounds a bit embarrassing, but i’m relieved she snuck in. i was feeling kinda lonely up here and she cheered me up. plus, i got the chance to meet you and get out of doing my chores for a while.”

they briefly laugh before lyric chimes in,

“hey, there’s nothing embarrassing about that! trust, when i’m feeling down, i can count on this gremlin to bring some excitement to my day. even if she get on my everlasting nerves with her shenanigans, wandering off being the biggest issue—now, that you said it, she got me out of doing my chores too!” they laugh again as she playfully rolled her eyes before quickly spotting two empty bowls on the ground. she snickered to herself at her what her mother referred to this morning and it didn’t go unnoticed by clark.

“care to let me in on the joke?” clark wittingly quizzed.

“i think it’s funny how when i was looking for noir this morning and told my mom about it, she said it was because noir was just looking for a snack and that i got her spoiled. it looks like you gave my baby the royal treatment, huh?” lyric chuckled and gestured to the empty bowls.

clark reciprocated his own laughter before he replied,

“i just wanted to make sure she was taken care of before her owner came back. it’s the least i could do for her after she cheered me up! i’m just glad that she has a good home. even though it hasn’t been very long, i think i’ll miss noir when she goes.”

“well, clark, if you want to see noir again, you can! that’s if—you let me kick it with ya’ll. i won’t lie, it’d be nice to know someone when i start at smallville high on monday. you cool with that?” lyric proposes, raising an arched brow and a smirk playing on her lips. inwardly, she didn’t want to put the pressure on by dropping the “f” bomb on him just yet. not until they get to know each other better. lyric wasn’t opposed to it and she got the vibe from clark that he felt the same, especially with the way they hit it off.

the infectiousness of the action caused clark to smile and nod in agreement.

“i’m cool with that. ah! i’m such an idiot.” he jokingly pinches the bridge of his nose while shaking his head. “i’ve probably kept you waiting here all day when you’ve got stuff to do at your place. i’ll walk you home?” that was always the gentlemanly thing to do and clark wanted to make a good impression on his new neighbor who would hopefully want to join him and his small circle of friends starting monday. as they walked down the stairs and out of the barn towards her home, they continued to their small talk for the brief duration of the stroll. he asked the basics of where she was from before moving to smallville, what her life was like there, her family, school, and how she’s adjusting to the new house so far. clark felt a sense of nostalgia. he hasn’t walked down this path towards that house in months, it was refreshing.

they stopped and reached their final destination. clark took it upon himself to walk lyric up to the door while still keeping a safe distance behind her. her father had yet to get extra keys made, so she had to knock on the door. as they waited, lyric turned her body to face his with an appreciative expression and broke the ice,

“hey—all jokes aside, it was really nice of you for taking care of noir until i got her. thanks again! i get a good vibe from you, clark kent. there’s just somethin’ about you. one day, the whole world will see it and they’ll appreciate it like i do.”

clark couldn’t count on his fingers how many times this girl has made him laugh or smile within these several minutes.

“it’s no problem, lyric. it doesn’t hurt to give back to others, whether they’re covered in fur or not. i’m just happy that i can do some good in this world.”

clark reaches over to pet noir on her head one last time before the door swings open to reveal an older african-american woman that looked to be about the same age as his mother. it didn’t take clark’s x-ray vision to see where lyric got her looks from. her mother’s skin tone and eyes matched with lyric’s, her straightened shoulder length hair was dark and shiny. she smiled and greeted the teens with full red lips and the familiar dimples that clark once saw on her daughter’s face. lyric introduces her mother, crystal, to clark and vice versa. crystal was immensely impressed with the farm boy’s manners, politeness, and small town charm. in smallville, chivalry would never die.

after they both make their acquaintance, crystal leaves the two alone to finish unpacking. lyric urges clark to stay put for a second before heading upstairs to her bedroom to put noir’s collar on and places the cat on her bed. she digs into one of those household junk drawers where one could find the items needed at the right time. she retrieved a pack of her mother’s post-it notes and a pen before she power walked to still find clark waiting patiently on the porch, standing with his hands in his jean pockets.

“like i said, if you want to see noir, don’t be a stranger, alright?” she handed him the packet of notes and the pen, “you know what to do, clark.”

“you got it, lyric!” he took the pen and wrote down the digits of the kent’s landline before giving the items back to her.

“when we get our phone in order, i’ll hit you up, so you can save mine. until then, if i’m not doing anything moving-wise, would you like for noir and i to swing by the barn tomorrow? i mean, that’s if you’re good with—“

“i’d love to see you both.” he interrupted her with the same enthusiastic tone. both teens nod with a smile on their faces to confirm their meeting the next day. clark watched and waited until lyric was safely in the house before he traveled back to his own.

maybe this fresh new start wasn’t so bad for the both of them. life will always come with change whether we want to or not, it’s all about what one is to do with that change. how could they adjust? for clark and lyric, they adjusted by the absence of a sneaky, onyx feline. this could be the beginning of a refreshing new era of friendship between the farm boy and the new girl next door.

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wethotcrazy · 19 days ago

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GIVE IT A CHANCE

pairing: Ollie Bearman x Fem Driver! K-pop Fan! Reader

word count: 2495

this idea came to me in a prophetic vision as i was listening to ETA by NewJeans, yk he just has that face idk how to explain it.

The early morning simulator room was dim and quiet as Ollie stepped in, rubbing his eyes and adjusting to the light. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be there at this hour, which is why he was surprised when he heard upbeat music pulsing softly through the room, lyrics in Korean threading through a catchy beat.

It didn’t take him long to spot Y/N, her head bobbing to the rhythm, her eyes focused on her screen. She was wearing her headphones halfway, one ear open, giving her full control of the simulator’s settings—and, evidently, the speakers.

"Didn’t think anyone would be up this early,” Ollie said with a smirk, hoping to catch her off guard.

But Y/N didn’t even flinch. She simply smiled, her eyes sparkling with a playful look. “Oh, yeah… first in gets speaker rights, haha…,” she replied, turning up the volume just a little. “You don’t mind, right?"

Ollie shrugged, a little charmed by her confidence. "Doesn’t look like I have much of a choice.”

With a laugh, Y/N launched the next song, not hesitating to dive into a quick explanation of how NewJeans had taken over the K-pop world lately. Ollie listened, half-amused, half-impressed. She talked about girl groups like they were close friends, like they were just as important to her racing routine as the car itself. As she continued to gush, he found himself caught up in her excitement, almost convinced by her infectious enthusiasm.

She noticed his curious glances and laughed, nudging him. "You know, it’s actually quite nice, Ollie. You should give it a chance."

Ollie just smiled, making a noncommittal noise. He didn’t know much about K-pop, and he didn’t think he’d ever see himself adding it to his playlist. But then he caught himself humming one of the melodies later that day—an upbeat tune from Twice that he’d heard during the simulator session. It kept popping back into his head when he least expected it, like a pleasant earworm he didn’t want to get rid of.

Over the next few weeks, something shifted.

Ollie found himself scrolling through her social media in his downtime, watching the TikToks of Y/N’s “pre-race rituals” she posted. She’d film herself doing girl group choreography in her racing suit, top half hanging around her waist as she danced to songs that were clearly meaningful to her. Fans loved it, and so did he. There was something endearing about her passion, and the way she didn’t hesitate to share it with the world. Somehow, it made her feel even more real, like there was a part of her that was untouched by the pressure and intensity of racing.

One day, he came across a clip of her dancing to a song by Le Sserafim. She was focused, but her expression was soft, full of joy, as if nothing else existed in that moment but the beat and the moves. It made him smile, watching her in her element like that. Without even realizing it, he saved the clip, something he’d catch himself watching on repeat whenever he needed a moment of calm.

He didn’t notice the change right away, but slowly, his playlists began filling up with the songs she loved. He’d go to sleep with the catchy hooks of K-pop songs playing in his head, and he’d wake up humming them, much to his own surprise.

The next time they met for simulator training, Ollie arrived a little earlier than usual. He saw her slip into the room with her headphones on, smiling to herself as she tapped her fingers to a beat he couldn’t hear. Instead of waiting for her to notice him, he took out his phone, tapping to play one of the songs she’d shown him before. The room filled with the familiar sound of a NewJeans track, and she whipped around, her eyes wide with surprise.

“Ollie!” she gasped, laughter bubbling up. “Did you just put on K-pop?”

He grinned, feeling a strange thrill at her reaction. “Well, it grows on you, I guess.”

Y/N looked at him with a mix of pride and amusement. "I never thought I’d see the day! So… favorite group?”

“Don’t make me choose,” he joked, but he was a little flustered by her excitement. “But if I had to, I’d say… maybe Twice? Or, you know, New Jeans.”

She clapped her hands, beaming. “See? I told you! K-pop’s addictive.”

The two of them shared a quiet laugh, and Ollie couldn’t deny the warmth that spread through his chest. It was more than just the music now—it was the way they’d found this new connection, something that felt personal and easy, a side of Y/N that he felt lucky to know.

On race day, Ollie arrived a bit earlier, hoping to catch a glimpse of her “pre-race ritual.” He didn’t have to wait long. Y/N was in her own little world, music playing on her phone as she moved through the steps of a quick choreography, fluid and confident. She didn’t see him at first, and he took a moment just to watch, a smile tugging at his lips. She was magnetic, her energy infectious, and he found himself tapping his foot along to the beat.

Finally, she looked up and caught him watching, cheeks pink as she laughed. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he said, stepping closer. “You know, maybe if racing doesn’t work out you could debut as an idol.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah right, okay…”

They shared a grin, a quiet moment of understanding passing between them. Ever since that first K-pop-filled simulator session, their dynamic has changed. He’d go out of his way to make their training schedules align, just so he could listen with her, maybe pick up a new song or two to tease her about later.

And though he’d never say it out loud, watching her dance, knowing these little rituals were her way of staying grounded… it felt like his own way of connecting with her. A small piece of her world that she’d let him into.

As the season went on, fans began to notice Ollie’s subtle transformation. In interviews, he’d mention her more often, usually with a smile when asked about their friendship. Some eagle-eyed fans even caught him humming a few K-pop melodies during Prema videos, and speculation spread across social media like wildfire.

When someone finally asked him about it, he shrugged with a grin. "Guess Y/N has good taste," he said, leaving it at that.

But in truth, it wasn’t just about the music. Every song reminded him of her laugh, her energy, and the way she found joy in something so different from racing. It was a little ritual, a small way to stay close, even during the busiest days. And though he didn’t know exactly when it had happened, somewhere along the line, Ollie realized that maybe K-pop wasn’t the only thing he’d grown attached to.

Ollie’s transformation was undeniable. Y/N’s playlist had become the soundtrack to his days, whether it was Le Sserafim blaring in the simulator, NewJeans playing through his earbuds on race day, or even the quieter Twice ballads that had somehow snuck into his late-night wind-down routine. He’d catch himself mouthing along to the lyrics, subconsciously practicing bits of choreography he’d pick up from YN, his own private tribute to her.

Of course, his friends at Prema and a few of the other drivers started to notice, and the teasing came swiftly.

“Are those Twice lyrics I hear, Ollie?” Kimi called one day in the paddock, his grin practically splitting his face.

Ollie rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t fight off the smile. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Kimi raised his hands in surrender, still laughing. “Hey, hey—no shame in it, man. Just didn’t know our resident racing prodigy was also a K-pop aficionado.”

“Yeah, next thing you know, you’ll be wearing matching outfits with Y/N and doing TikTok dances before races!” joked another driver, Dino, who’d caught Ollie attempting one of Y/N’s routines before practice one day.

Ollie could only laugh, brushing off the comments with a shrug. “She would be more than happy to teach you guys too,” he quipped, throwing a wink at Y/N, who was watching the whole thing with an amused grin.

As the season rolled on, Ollie’s transformation was undeniable. Y/N’s playlist had become the soundtrack to his days, whether it was Le Sserafim blaring in the simulator, NewJeans playing through his earbuds on race day, or even the quieter Twice ballads that had somehow snuck into his late-night wind-down routine. He’d catch himself mouthing along to the lyrics, subconsciously practicing the moves Y/N had taught him, his own private tribute to the friend who’d somehow changed his life with her love for K-pop.

Of course, his friends at Prema and a few of the other drivers started to notice, and the teasing came swiftly.

“Are those Twice lyrics I hear, Ollie?” Kimi called one day in the paddock, his grin practically splitting his face.

Ollie rolled his eyes, though he couldn’t fight off the smile. “Maybe. What’s it to you?”

Kimi raised his hands in surrender, still laughing. “Hey, hey—no shame in it, man. Just didn’t know our resident racing prodigy was also a K-pop aficionado.”

“Yeah, next thing you know, you’ll be wearing matching outfits with Y/N and doing TikTok dances before races!” joked another driver, Max, who’d caught Ollie attempting one of Y/N’s routines before practice one day.

Ollie could only laugh, brushing off the comments with a shrug. “If you want to keep up, maybe you should get on the trend too. Y/N would be more than happy to teach you guys some moves,” he quipped, throwing a wink at Y/N, who was watching the whole thing with an amused grin.

As the season progressed, he found himself leaning into it, not just to keep up with Y/N but because he genuinely enjoyed it. He started keeping tabs on comebacks, messaging her when a new song dropped, sending her clips and asking which choreography she was going to master next. Y/N would respond with enthusiastic voice notes, her excitement filling his inbox with laughter and inside jokes.

One night, during a particularly tense week before a race, Y/N shot him a message just past midnight.

Y/N: Can’t sleep. Found this new song from a girl group I think you’ll love. Wanna come around to listen?

Ollie didn’t think twice, slipping out of his flat and finding her in her own dimly lit living room, her phone ready with a new track queued up. She played it softly, the two of them listening together in the quiet, just sharing a moment of calm before the chaos of the upcoming race. It became their routine—a new song here, a dance there, small moments that only they shared.

One rainy afternoon at the track, while they were waiting for a rain delay to clear, Ollie watched Y/N from a distance, bouncing slightly on her toes, moving through the motions of a dance routine that was clearly second nature to her. She didn’t have the music on this time, but she didn’t need it; every beat, every move was etched into her memory. Her racing suit was half off, hanging around her waist, her fireproofs slightly damp from the humidity, but she was lost in her world.

Kimi sidled up next to him, noticing where his attention had drifted.

“You’ve got it bad, mate,” he said, crossing his arms, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. “Bet you know more K-pop routines than any of us now.”

Ollie shrugged, unable to keep the warmth from spreading across his cheeks. “It’s… fun. And it’s kind of relaxing, you know?”

“Yeah, it’s not just about the music, though, is it?” Kimi shot him a pointed look, which Ollie pretended not to notice. “Come on, we all see the way you look at her. Even my mum could pick up on it.”

Ollie laughed, trying to brush it off, but deep down, he knew Kimi was right. It wasn’t just the music that drew him in anymore—it was the way Y/N shared it with him, like she was letting him into a part of herself that was untouched by the pressure of racing. Every song was a glimpse into her world, and he couldn’t help but feel grateful that she’d let him in.

Finally, it all came to a head one evening after a particularly intense race. Y/N had performed spectacularly, finishing on the podium, and the team celebrated with a late dinner at a nearby restaurant. There was laughter, cheers, and, of course, someone brought out a portable speaker to keep the energy up.

Y/N, still buzzing with excitement, nudged Ollie, her eyes gleaming. “Alright, Bearman,” she said, her tone playful but challenging. “You’ve been following K-pop all season, so it’s about time you proved yourself. How about a little dance-off?”

Ollie blinked, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. “You’re joking.”

“Come on!” she urged, and the others at the table started chanting his name, egging him on. “Show us what you’ve got!”

With a reluctant grin, he got up, and she queued up one of her favorite songs from Le Sserafim, the opening beats pulsing through the room. They started off slow, her laughter contagious as she showed him the steps. To everyone’s surprise (and Kimi’s endless amusement), he actually kept up with her (though timidly), moving through the choreography they’d practiced during one of their late-night sessions in her flat.

The team erupted in applause when they finished, a little breathless, a little flushed. Y/N beamed up at him, her hand squeezing his arm. “You’re not half bad, Bearman,” she said, her voice soft, only loud enough for him to hear. “Guess I really did a good job with you, huh?”

He looked down at her, the noise around them fading to a hum. “Yeah,” he replied, voice low. “You definitely did.”

For a moment, they stood there, surrounded by their friends but entirely in their own little bubble. He felt like saying something else, something about how her music had come to mean so much more to him than just catchy beats and routines. But he didn’t need to say it; the look in her eyes told him she understood.

And in that shared, unspoken moment, Ollie realized that the season wasn’t just about racing anymore. It was about every song, every laugh, every quiet moment they’d stolen away to be themselves. Maybe K-pop had been the start of it, but what it had led to was something he wouldn’t trade for anything.

K-pop might’ve been her world first, but now, in some small way, it felt like their world too.

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