#out of hiatus for your birthday Bby

[wnbnny]

wish you back - h.js

w.c - 2.0k | genre - highschool!au/slice of life | pairings - jisung x gn reader | authors note - omfg i'm back from hiatus 😭 anyw req by my bby @starseungs i hope u enjoy <3 req can be found here!

life brings about many surprises, one of which comes in the form of han jisung.

life as a highschooler wasn't easy, navigating through workloads, teenage crushes, and the struggles of a growing and developing brain.

most of all, the concept of soulmates.

soulmates were a thing you would expect from a movie, a fictional world. yet, it was very much true, girls gossiping over potential soulmates in the hallways, boys proposing to their girlfriends in soccer games, happy couples strolling down the streets of the city. your life was lived in monochrome, the classic black and white. it was only when you met your supposed soulmate at the age of 18 that everything would explode, a vibrant splatter of colours that finally allowed you to see the world as it was, not just through a filter. people described it as the feeling of warmth on your skin, the thrill of it all, the reds, oranges, yellows, greens, blues, purples, pink, all the hues, like home.

but that blood red string scared you.

what was so good about soulmates? the idea of having the rest of your life laid out before you, pre-destined and fated, scared you. what if your soulmate lived halfway across the world? what if you would never meet your soulmate, destined to die a lonely death while everyone else danced under the stars with their loved one? what if you didn't like the life planned out for you? what if you had to live the rest of your life seeing only black and white, and never see the yellow of the sun or the fresh green of the grass and the vibrant red of the flowers? what if your soulmate didn't want you?

it was especially the latter of the questions that haunted you the most.

you feared, with a frightening worriedness, that your chosen one would reject you. you had heard stories of people being rejected by their chosen soulmate, only to either live out their lives in misery or take their own life. no one was ever the same after meeting their soulmate. 

to be honest, you would rather live forever in a world with only black and white than to go through that heartbreak. you would never allow yourself to fall in love, you vowed. soulmate or not, heartbreak was something you never wanted to experience.

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"oi!" 

"what do you want for your birthday? y'know what, nevermind, it should be a surprise." jisung grinned, ruffling your hair as you scowled at him.

"don't remind me, you know how much i dread the damned day." you groaned, shoulders sagging in defeat. 

your 18th birthday. 

the day you would finally meet your soulmate. 

life had been so peaceful until now, you thought. until someone would come into the picture and fuck everything up.

just 7 days to go until the day. 7 days wouldn't be that bad, right?

wrong.

day 7. day 6. day 5. day 4. day 3. day 2. 

each day, you could feel the trepidation settling into your bones, a chill running through your spine every time you looked at the clock on the wall, until that very day.

the day was normal, well-wishes from your parents and your gift given to you, the new bag you had been yearning for, significantly improving your mood, a smile on your face as you walked to the bus, corners of your lips lifting up and eyes crinkling. your eyes zeroed in on every person as you boarded the bus, squinting in anticipation of the bright colours that were supposed to burst in your vision. luckily, the world remained black and white, not a single spot of colour. you looked down at your phone. damn. the only classes you had with jisung were in the afternoon.

throughout the day, everyone showered you with birthday wishes, gifting you beautifully wrapped presents, yet you couldn't find it in your heart to be genuinely happy, a fake smile plastered on your face as you thanked them for the wishes. it wasn't that you didn't appreciate the gifts, truly. you just dreaded the change that would come in a few hours or so. in a few hours, you would be meeting the person that you would spend the rest of your life with. 

"class dismissed!" you startled awake with a jolt, unconsciously having daydreamed throughout the class, lost in thought. as you scrambled to move onto the next class, hastily picking up your textbook, a hand stopped you. you flinched in surprise, heightened alertness instantly kicking in. a girl held out your pen to you, the world still remaining in black and white.

thank goodness.

up next was biology, your hated arch nemesis. groaning half-heartedly to yourself as you dragged yourself to your locker to dump your heavy textbooks in, a voice broke you out of your reverie.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY-" a voice screamed, causing you to yelp in surprise, head whipping around in surprise as you finally saw the offender of your eardrums.

oh.

time seemed to stop.

red, the colour of his old beanie.

brown, the colour of his soft silky hair that you loved to thread your fingers through.

black, the colour of his old sweatpants and backpack.

yellow, the colour of his pins on his backpack.

blue, the colour of his fluffy hoodie.

purple, the colour of his keychain.

white, the colour of the blinding brightness that seemed to overtake you for a millisecond.

han jisung was your fucking soulmate.

in his hands was a badly wrapped present, wrapped in a bright yellow paper, his lips parted in shock and surprise as he started dumbfoundedly at you.

"oh."

he could only sputter, his boba eyes round and wide as the present dropped to the floor in shock.

han jisung was your soulmate. 

fuck.

"uh- so-" jisung's hand came up to scratch the back of his head, eyes wide in disbelief. 

"so uh- we're..."

"soulmates." you could only say in response.

should you be happy? you were supposed to jump in joy, after all. anyone would expect someone to be happy after bagging the person who was simultaneously your best friend and your secret crush. 

but why did it feel like you and jisung were headed on a one way train to doom?

"i- i gotta go." you stammered, turning around and dashing out the hall, breathing laboured as you heard him call after you in desperation.

no, no, no-

life was going so well. he would never want you, ever. he would never see you in that way. your friendship would be ruined. you would lose your best friend. 

life seemed to bustle around you as you ran. greens, pinks, purples, hues of every shade faded into your vision as you ran, tears finally cascading down your face, dripping onto the lush grass beneath your feet. you couldn't bring yourself to look at anything, eyes tightly shut, a stark reminder of what would change.

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[57 missed calls]

jisungie 

hello?? y/n? i know you probably don't want to see me now... but i'll be here waiting for you, ok?  it's probably hard to accept that we're soulmates... but take your time:) seen at 12.03 a.m

jisungie

you didn't come to class today...  r u ok?? take care of yourself seen at 15.39 p.m

jisungie

its been five days already i miss you seen at 23.12 p.m

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you threw your phone across the room, head buried in your shoulders as you muffled a sob. 

fuck him and his perfect personality.

if only he were that easy to forget, to let go. 

but he was han jisung. perfect in every way. as if you could ever dream of forgetting him and his warm touch, his wide grin, his fluffy brown hair hanging over in his eyes with a boyish innocence.

"ding!"

you groaned in annoyance, flinging the sheets back, stumbling out of bed, and quickly wiping away your tears. 

probably one of mom's online deliveries again. 

walking down the stairs, you swung open the door. 

"hi, you can leave the delivery there-"

except it wasn't even a delivery man.

it was han jisung.

"jisung-?" 

you could only stammer in response, eyes widening as you took a step back.

after all, what was one supposed to say to your soulmate that you'd been avoiding for days?

a flash of white and pink caught your eyes. your gaze drifted down to his hands, only to be met with a bouquet of pink, white, and red tulips, a beautiful arrangement wrapped in pink tulle and tied together with a elegant white ribbon.

"uhh... surprise?" jisung smiled anxiously before scratching the back of his neck awkwardly as his face turned crimson red.

too stunned to speak, you could only stand there gaping at him. after what felt like an eternity, you finally spoke.

"what are you doing here?"

"wait... lemme just- uh- compose myself. big speech, y'know?" he grinned in nervousness, fidgeting slightly, clearly a bundle of nerves.

"so..." he exhaled. "i know i'm probably the last person you want to see right now, but... i don't blame you. but however you feel about us being... soulmates, it doesn't change the fact that i don't mind being your soulmate. i was... pretty happy at first, but then you ran away, so i-"

"wait, happy? i thought you would be mad, or angry, or anything-" you cut him off, brows furrowing in confusion.

jisung gulped. "i had feelings for you." 

"what-?" your heart rate skyrocketed, a ringing in your ears, the thumping of your heart against your ribcage, all making you painfully hopeful, pleading with the gods to not break your heart and dash your hopes again.

"i- i had feelings for you. so... no matter how you want this whole soulmate thing to turn out, even if you don't feel the same, i'll be happy either way knowing you're my soulmate. if you don't want it to, this won't change anything between us, we can go back to living our normal lives-"

jisung was cut off by the feeling of soft, plush lips on his, crashing into him with a ferocity as your arms were thrown around his neck, teeth clashing with his, warm hands threading into his hair.

you didn't think you would ever get used to kissing jisung, you thought. every single touch, smile, even a tiny glance set your nerves ablaze. the feeling of his pillowy lips on yours was thrilling, his hands threaded into your hair and pulling you closer by your lower back, pressing you flush against him until there was so space between the two of you, bridging the gaps that felt like oceans forcing the two of you apart.

finally, the two of you parted with a gasping 'pop', ears red and cheeks flushed, staring at each other in childlike wonder. 

"thank you for the tulips," you smile, taking them from his hands and planting one last kiss on his cheek, "they're lovely."

jisung's ears turned bright red, stammering out a 'you're welcome' in response as you laughed at his antics. "oh, that reminds me," he smiled giddily, hand reaching into his pocket to pull out a beautiful baby pink coloured box, gently opening it. you gasped, inside was a beautiful necklace with a heart charm in the middle, simple and elegant. "i was gonna give this to you on your birthday, but... well, you ran off, so here." he smiles nervously awaiting your reaction, and is pleasantly surprised when you squeal and plant a big fat kiss on his lips. he helps you put it on, your lips finding his again as you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer. "it's beautiful, thank you." you smile, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

"so you'll accept me as your soulmate?" he asked, eyes wide as he worried his bottom lip between his teeth, anxiously waiting for your answer.

you nod, smiling. "i accepted you as my soulmate the moment i found out, i just... thought you wouldn't feel the same way back... so i just avoided you. in hindsight, that sounds pretty stupid," you sigh.

"aish, we could've kissed a long time ago if i had just told you i felt the same!" jisung groaned, pulling you closer as you laughed and smacked his arm in playful indignation. "at least we worked it out." smiling softly, you allowed yourself a moment of peace, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

"out of all the people in the world, i'm stuck with you, han jisung. but you're the best person to be stuck with."

[trulybetty]

hi bby ✨ I’m hoping to spread a little love around today (it is someone’s birthday after all — so you might see others answering this)!

I am a big fan of people enjoying cake and celebrating, and sometimes cake can be just tooting your own horn 💁‍♀️ so with that in mind, I’d love to know what THREE pieces of work you’re super proud of that you’d recommend others reading, and why 🍰

You had me at cake Jo! 🍰🥰

This is a hard one, because I'm not usually one for showing up for my own work - but, I'm going to in the spirit of celebrations and for my own writing 💕

Drip (warning potential TLOU2 spoilers) In the quiet of the house, you can hear voices arguing, but all you can focus on is the drip, drip, drip of the tap.

I watched a play through of TLOU2, I already knew what happened, but was not prepared for the feels after watching it. I was trying to fall asleep and the idea of a dripping tap and just locking yourself away from everything just hit me and it all word vomited from there over a couple of days. I don't know if I could write something like this again, I have trouble sometimes re-reading it as it makes me feel heavy - but I'm proud of the emotion I managed to convey.

Gold Rush Old lovers Joel and Charlotte find themselves unexpectedly reunited in the community of Jackson. Struggling to navigate the complexities of their shared history and the harsh realities of their new lives, the pair find themselves again drawn to one another.

This was my first foray back into fanfiction, and I'm quite proud of the story that I've put together here. It's unfinished, sadly I put it on hiatus when I wasn't getting traction and had the belief I had to write reader insert. But I'm in a better place with my writing now, and I'm working on editing what I've written to pick up the story when I've completed several of my wip's. I have a huge place in my heart for Joel and Charlotte.

Baked Goods Easy Sunday mornings with the impossible task of choosing the right pastry, pure fluff.

Speaking of cake and to finish on something lighter than the other two - this was my first reader insert. At the time I didn't think much of it as I was trying to figure the whole concept out - but I look back at it fondly and Marcus was the perfect character to cut my teeth on.

This was really fun Jo! Thank you for dropping into my inbox, I got to revisit my masterlist which I haven't done I think since I put it together. I'm looking forward to seeing the other responses from everyone else you dropped this ask to 🥰💕

[jjunbug]

happy birthday !! ✺◟(∗❛ัᴗ❛ั∗)◞✺ i hope your day was as kind as you are ♡ (you’re an aquarius !! my fav star sign !! hehe)

for your writers ask, 20 & 29?

ask game!! (´ ω `♡)

ellie!!! hehe thank you so much bby (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡♡ you’re the actual sweetest!! but really?? omg aquarius’ we are so up!!!

20. in what year did you publish your first fic?

if we’re talking like first ever fic, it was in 2022 (i know, CRAZY) and it was a smau called i know i love you that i quickly abandoned because i didn’t like it lmao and then i went on a two year hiatus…!! but as for non-smau, it was the great bake off! in january of 2024!!

29. how easy is it for you to come up with titles?

not easy in the SLIGHTEST😭😭 i legit spend days one time trying to come up with the title for fervor… and don’t even get me STARTED on between twilight skies either omg,, i’m always like this title has to be the most unique title that had ever titled ever and right when i’m about to hit publish i see another fic with the same exact title and then i rip my hair out. it’s a rough time lmao… but i’ve been trying my hardest to have my titles be somewhat different and unique just because i personally find it more interesting!!

[rayondeneige]

(Happy Birthday Alice @adecila ! I am still so so very sorry I messed up the days 🥺 ! I love you with everything I have... more of course even if I make mistakes) 

Way Too Good at Goodbyes - A Dramione Drabble 

Time stopped. 

Never mess with time. 

It was one of the first things he ever learned when it came to magic; never mess with time. Because it was the finickiest magic you could touch; you could pass by. 

It stopped anyway.

An abrupt halt in a never ending war that stopped ticking just long enough for him to hear her scream, to echo the recurring nightmare he had engraved in his mind and her forearm. 

It felt like deja vu in the worst possible way. Almost 6 years later and she sounded exactly the same. 

Time stopped to let him know it was about to end. 

He took a ragged breath, looking inside her eyes —drowning in firewhiskey, in liquid flames and tears of pain. He saw pain, defiance, regret and resolve. He saw enough to know she lied to him, enough to know she had been ready to die all along, to give her life to the cause, to give his heart and try to save the world and win this war that was going on for so long he could barely remember the years before. 

She lied and made promises she had no intention to keep, promises of staying alive printed against his cold lips, seared on top of his dark mark like a game, like a claim, like a taunt to everything it represented. 

She lied and promised him to stay alive. 

And yet … yet she was here dying. 

“That’s it?” he had spat bitterly in her direction the night before, angry at her, at the world, at every corpse and every tradition laying between them, “we’ll say goodbye across a battlefield?” 

She had shook her head slowly, another lie, another promise. Her hand searching for his jaw, undeterred by his brusque movement to get away like she knew him enough to know he would react that way, like she was taming an animal. 

Because she was. 

“Draco,” she had started in a whisper, knowing exactly how his name sounded like salvation out of her mouth, “we are saying goodbye now.” 

He never could say goodbye. 

But she said it with her lips in every corner of his pale skin, with her tongue running around the landmine on his chest, with her golden thighs wrapped around his waist and her unruly curls caging his face. 

The golden girl. The brightest witch of her age. The brightest moments in his life. 

She had said goodbye the same way she said I love you�� like it was the last thing she would ever say, like it was the most important cause she’ll ever fight for. 

“Hermione,” he croaked out in present time, loud enough to make his aunt cackle, loud enough to make the Incarcerous feel a bit tighter around his throat. 

He didn’t mind. 

He wouldn’t survive this anyway. He couldn’t survive the beginning of a world without her in it. If they were to die here, he was okay with his last breath wrapping around her name like a blanket. 

He looked down at the puddle of her blood slowly reaching him, seeping into his pants, warming the knee he cracked when his leg buckled under him. 

Blood as red as ruby.

He wondered briefly if his parents could see it, if his aunt could see that it was impossible to differentiate their blood; to see where he began and where she ended. 

She let out a whimper, shrapnels of pain tearing at his soul, making him say her name again with the broken fragments of it, blood dripping down his chin to his chest like a trail to his heart. 

She was dying. 

She was dying and he was trapped with an Incarcerus reeking of his mother’s magic, strong enough to keep him in place but weak enough to let him struggle, to make him beg for her life, to make him try and fail to save her. 

Again. 

He knew why they didn’t stupefy him. They wanted to torture him with her death, to make him see her end as a lesson. Granger was his own Cruciatus, turning his bones to dust. 

He could only struggle against the magic, whimper her name like it was a spell he didn’t yet mastered, turning his muggle wedding band around the wrong finger. 

He wished he could have worn it on the right finger, he wished he could meet the end of it all while being hers. 

It was his fault. 

All of it was his fault. 

He had been selfish and careless somehow; careless with his time, with his mind, with their secret he couldn’t protect in the end. He hadn’t succeed in shielding them behind his occlumency wall, in shielding her. 

“I saw her in your mind.” Bellatrix was taunting him, running her dirty fingernails around her jaw repeating a pattern she could have only seen in his mind… or hers. 

He looked at Hermione, breathing a thousand sorrys in her direction, trying to build his walls around every memory he had of her and them, of the love and the promises they shared knowing it was too late. 

It was too late. 

“I love you,” she mouthed to him across her puddle of blood, with a wand at her throat, collapsing his walls all together. She was shivering, giving him the last bits of her he didn’t deserve, giving him the only thing he couldn’t lose in this never ending war. 

“I love you,” he said softly, resonating like a Bombarda in the donjon, crashing like pureblood traditions he was ready to smash in his ancestral home, echoing around his mother cry, cracking the air like a secret he had no reason to keep anymore.  

Bellatrix was screaming around him. Blood traitor. Mud Lover. 

None of it was louder than his words. None of it was louder than Hermione's ragged breath when she begged him to close his eyes. 

The last thing you’ll see is me, he promised her in his mind with reverence, refusing to close his eyes, refusing to be the coward they all knew he was. 

The last thing he’ll remember would be her. 

[mirkwoodshewolf]

It’s a kind of magic tour pt.3; Queen x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay guys this is the last part of the chapter. Now for this part it does get pretty angsty. Now I’m using some personal stuff that happened within Queen at the time, esp. with Deacy. But I mean NO DISRESPECT. I wasn’t born so I can’t tell exactly how Deacy reacted during this tour, so I filled in the blanks myself going off by some interviews with Roger when he talked about Deacy during this tour.  So beyond that not really any other warnings except the normal things.

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*August 9th, 1986. Knebworth Park*

It was the final show of the Magic Tour we were back home in England performing in Stevenage, but oh god, things have been—strained as of lately.  I don’t know when it started but at this point it looked like the guys were just ready to explode and rip either each other or anyone who made one teeny-tiny mistake.

‘So you seriously don’t know what’s going on?’ Jack asked me.

“If I did I would tell you. But all four of them are on edge, especially Deacy. He’s been completely out of character lately. I’ve never seen him so pissed off or drunk so much in my life.”

‘Have you tried talking to him? I mean he is practically your brother.’

“Jack you’re not listen! At this point he’s like Old Yeller when he got rabies. Like back in Madrid, when Queen’s new pianist Spike asked Deacy something the next thing I saw Deacy literally kicked his own AMP down and stormed off. Completely totaled the thing.”

‘Shit.’ He muttered. ‘What about the others?’

“Freddie’s always tired and strained after every show that he just snaps at everyone, Brian seems distracted by something and Roger…..well Roger’s managed to break another TV set in his hotel room.” At that point I heard a crash from the room next door and I said, “Make that three. The hotel manager’s not gonna be happy about this.”

‘Well just think of this baby, after tonight you’ll be home and I’ll pamper you till the New Year.’

“I know. I’ll just be happy to finally get my long hiatus break and spend time with my husband and daughter.”

‘I know she’ll be happy to see her mum again too. And thankfully you’ll be home for her 1st birthday.’

“I know, god I can’t believe she’s gonna be one year old in just three months.” I sighed in awe.

‘Time flies so fast.’

“God I just wish for this tour to be over. I need to see you two.”

‘We want you here too, babe. But come night fall, you all will kill it as usual and then you’ll be home.’ I nodded.

“Well I better go Jack. I love you, give Kelly a kiss for me.”

‘Will do. Love you too (n/n).’ we both kissed the speaker of the phones before we both hung up.  Unlike any other of the hotel’s this one had some pretty thin walls so I could hear the wreckage Roger was causing on the room to my right while on the left I could hear Freddie snapping at someone through the walls.

‘LOOK I DON’T GIVE A FUCKING SHIT ABOUT HOW LONG IT TAKES JUST GET IT DONE!! DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT I CAN OR CAN’T DO!!!’ it was then I collapsed to my knees and held my hands to my ears, having flashbacks to when Johanna and Graham would argue constantly.

Why can’t tonight just get here fast enough? That way we can just celebrate and finally be done with this hellish tour.  Then for the first time in a long time, I went up to my bed and pressed my hands together.

“Mum, dad. I—don’t know if you can hear me. But…..this tour seems to have turned the guys into wild animals. The last few weeks have been hell since after Budapest, if you can…..just give me the strength to carry on until tonight. I would greatly appreciate it.” I then decided that I had to get away from the noise.

I locked my hotel room up (since apparently the place had been known for break ins. Of course we didn’t know that till someone from one level above me had his wedding band stolen).  I walked towards the back deck of the hotel but as I passed the bar there I saw Deacy sitting at the bar as he’s done in the past with a drink in his hand and his head lying on the bar.

“Unbelievable.” I muttered as I walked up to him. “John? John Richard Deacon!” he groaned and looked up towards me. “You do realize we’ve got a show to do in seven hours right?”

“Would you stop nagging at me? God that’s all you women do is nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.”

“Well sorry if I care about my brother so much! But I’d rather have Queen’s bassist be healthy and oh yeah sober during a performance. So that way he doesn’t fall flat on his back and kills himself!”

“Tell you what. Why don’t you just mind your own damn business and just focus on nagging your husband. After all he’s just the stay-at-home dad with your daughter.”

“Don’t you dare bring my family into this John! Ever.”

“God you sound like my wife.”

“Good, at least one of us does.” I sneered angrily.

“LISTEN! YOU DON’T GET TO DICATE MY LIFE! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH!” He shouted at me as he rose up, albeit wobbled up, but he got into my face.  The stench of cocktails breathing right into my face.

“John I’m worried about you, what else am I supposed to do?”

“FUCK OFF!” John said as he stormed off with his drink.

“FINE!!” at this point I don’t even care if we ended up making a scene at the bar.  I brushed my hand through my hair as I tried to keep the tears at bay before storming out.

My breathing was sharp and heavy, it was then I dug through my purse and picked up a pack of cigarettes.  I took on out and I brought it up to my lips before digging for a lighter.  When I found it I began to try and ignite but it wouldn’t light.

“Since when did you take up smoking?” I turned and saw Brian standing beside me.  I dropped the lighter back into my bag and took the cigarette out of my mouth.

“Was thinking about today. This was my breaking point.”

“You referring to your fight with Deacy?”

“You heard that?” I asked softly.

“(Y/n) dear I’m sure all of Stevenage heard you two.” I sighed heavily and buried my face into my hands.

“I’m sorry Brian I’ve tried to hold it in together for you guys but this is all too much! The arguments, the loudness, the drinking, the homesickness, I just can’t take it anymore!” I sobbed.

“Okay, okay, shhh. Shh.” Brian hugged me close to him and rubbed my back. “C’mon, let’s head into my room.” He kept his arm around me as he led me back inside and the two of us went up to his room.

“Call me crazy or even a worry-wort. Hell, call me a hypocrite even because I did think that even through your arguments you guys always seemed to pull through. But now, just…..after Budapest it’s like you all don’t want anything to do with each other anymore. And I don’t know who to turn to because you all are so angry all the time.” I whimpered as I felt Brian’s fingers stroke through my hair as I lay on his lap.

“You’ve been our neutral ground throughout the tour, guess we’ve finally spent you out. Forcing you to take a side or force us apart. One curse about being a guy is the testosterone that makes us flare and bark at each other. You didn’t need to be exposed to that.”

“No Bri I get it. You all have your tempers and you all are adults. I shouldn’t even be crying about this.”

“No (y/n) you emotions are valid too. This isn’t just a Queen tour, it’s Queen+Angel. We’re your family and I know some of this arguing and verbal abuse is bringing back memories for you.”

“Yeah, especially with Fred’s tantrums and Roger smashing the TV.”

“Are you kidding me he destroyed another one?” I nodded. He sighed heavily and he said as he had me look up at him. “I’m sorry love. You really don’t deserve us.”

“I just wish this tour would end so that you all could go back to your loving selves. The ones I can talk to. The ones that aren’t trying to drink themselves to death, or destroy public property.” He stroked my cheek, wiping away my tearstains from the corner of my eyes.

“I know. I hate that our ugliness is really starting to get to you. We never wanted you to be exposed to that.”

“But it’s the rock star life. Hell you saw me about to smoke, and you know how against it I’ve been.”

“Just be thankful you weren’t trying coke or heroin. I’d…..we’d never forgive ourselves if you went down that road.” I sat up from his lap and sat close by him, wrapping my arms around his, my hand lying on top of his and he said.

“I think I can agree with the guys when I say after tonight, we’re all gonna need a break from each other. Just….go out, decompress, be with our families. Just have a little break from each other.���

“I’m starting to think that would be best too.” His arm came out from between mine as he wrapped it around me, placing his hand on top of my head, gently scratching through my scalp in a calming way.  I felt him kiss the top of my head while I wrapped my arms around him and just clung to him and buried my face into his chest.

As the hours ticked by, we were all now at the Knebworth stage going over soundchecks and practicing our cues.  I made sure to keep as far away from John as possible since I could tell he was still a little shitfaced, it especially didn’t help that his roadies kept making him cocktails behind his AMP.

“You okay love?” I heard Roger ask me.  He sat down beside me on the stage with his drumsticks still in hand.

“I don’t even know at this point Roger. I’m really worried about John. Has he said anything to you?”

“I wouldn’t know, even if I would ask him he’d just turn and walk away from me. Starting to piss me off.”

“Enough to toss him off the stage?”

“I think he’ll do that himself with the way he’s drinking.” He chuckled but I didn’t even crack a smile.  When he saw that his joke didn’t make me laugh, he wrapped an arm around me and he said. “Did he say something to you?”

“It wasn’t entirely his fault. I went up to him earlier this afternoon when he was down at the bar already shitfaced and we got into a little tuff with each other. Not physical touching mind you, just drunk/sober shouting’s at each other.”

“Yeah, Brian did mention something. And hey, I also came to apologize for what you must’ve heard this morning. I was just incredibly pissed off this morning at seeing some news that I thought was absolute bollocks that I couldn’t take it anymore. On every, fucking channel they kept talking about the same thing over and over and over again.”

“What was it?” I asked.

“Ohh nothing you need concern yourself about darling.”

“Dad I’m 24 years old, I’m not an idiot. Now tell me.”

“God I can never hide anything from you nowadays. Okay, it’s just rumors spreading about Freddie. Just about the stories Prenter once leaked to the press back when Fred fired him. They’re really milking his party life and drug usage.”

“Jesus H. Christ. They got nothing else to live for do they.”

“Not unless it revolves around a juicy gossip chain just to up their paycheck.” I leaned against his shoulder and I felt his head rest on top of mine.

“Leeches they are.”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself love. And hey, you know I’ll always love you right?”

“Yeah, of course I know.”

“So never be afraid to come to me again okay, my little lion cub?” I smiled softly.

“You got it, just promise you won’t toss a TV in front of Kelly.”

“I swear that girl will never see my ugly side. Nor shall you.” He leaned his forehead against mine, nuzzling it like a lion would his cub.  My smile grew a little wider as I nuzzled him back, our noses rubbing against each other.

“Oi you two! I get your father and daughter and all that but we could use you both for the rehearsals!” Freddie exclaimed ruining our moment.

“I swear I’ll kill him.” Roger hissed.

“Dad please.”

“I know, I know.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and the two of us stood up and we walked towards the guys with an arm wrapped around the other.

As the sun began to set, I could hear the fans already starting to pour into the park.  Their cheering and screams of excitement could be heard from behind the stage.  I was currently putting on the finishing touches to my makeup before finally just looking at myself through the mirror.

And boy did I look like shit.  Guess this tour didn’t just change the guys, but me too.  I looked absolutely knackered, there was hardly any life in my eyes left, I looked practically dead, both inside and out.

“Just pray to god this show goes well and that there are now fuckups.” I grabbed my Red special and headed out of my dressing room and onto the stage, my team surrounding me and putting on final touches to my face, outfit or handing me some water bottles. When I met up with the guys, we hardly spoke a word to each other, only just gave each other pats on the shoulders or arm.

Then as always the boys charged right for the stage and the show began.

Same routine, same scheduling, same songs just like we’ve done for this entire tour.  But after we performed Radio Gaga, I was standing right behind Freddie and John, right on the lower drum riser’s set and just as I came down I was forced to stop because the next thing I knew, Deacy took off his bass and literally threw it towards the AMPS and broke them before charging off stage.

I stared at John with mixed emotions of anger and shock.  I turned to Freddie who looked at me but he came up and we walked out to change our attires for the second part of the act.  God I really wanted to confront John about this so badly, but we only had a few minutes to slightly change our clothes before going back on stage, so I thought it’d be best to leave it for after the show.

When the concert finally concluded, as Fred and I began the last verse for “We are the Champions” as we both sung out the second to last line, it was then Freddie turned towards me and gestured for me to take it just like it was back at Live Aid.  Again I shook my head and gestured for him to take it but this time the look in his eyes told me to take it.  I took a deep breath and held out the last note leaving the guys to rock out.

I shook the tambourine into my mic as I backed away from the stage and soon Freddie came out once again adorned in the king getup.  He raised his hand in the air before taking the crown and raising it high.  When it was finally all over, and the crowd roared with applause.

“Thank you beautiful people. You’ve been a tremendous and special audience. Thank you very much, goodnight, sweet dreams. We love you.” Freddie spoke as we all came down center stage and waved goodbye to the audience as “God save the Queen” came up and I could hear the audience singing along to our national anthem.

Just as I began to walk away, I felt Fred take my hand and what struck me as odd was when he bestowed the crown upon me this time, it wasn’t just a one hand-silly type thing.  This time he held the crown in both his hands and placed the crown on my head, like I was actually being crowned a Queen.  He had a brief smile before getting down with his left foot forward and kneeled before me.

I smiled and knighted him thinking this was just another one of his acts in honor for the final day of the tour.  After knighting him he stood up and we waved goodbye to the audience once more before finally walking towards backstage.  As we all gathered around in Freddie’s dressing room, the three boys seemed hyped and ready to go to the after party.

“That was amazing!” Roger proclaimed as he came up and spun me around in a backwards hug.  “And you my dear killed it out there tonight!”

“You were indeed the life of the concert (y/n) dear.”

“Well I mean I can’t take all credit. You guys helped out.”

“There’s no Queen without our Angel,” Brian said.

“And no Angel without her Queen.”

“Alright you guys it’s party time!” Brian and John all proclaimed in agreement before Roger said, “Freddie you in?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll be right there. I’ll join you in a moment.” Freddie said completely exhausted as he sat down and wiped his face with his towel.

“You alright Fred?” Brian asked.

“Yeah Brian I’m good. I’ll see you out there, I’ll be right behind you.” And with that the three boys all piled out of Fred’s dressing room one by one leaving me, Freddie and Jim alone.  I turned to see Jim sit beside Fred and place a hand to his back and I said.

“You sure you’re okay Fred?”

“Of course I am darling. C’mere.” I walked up to him and he took my hands in his and looked up at me with a praiseful look in his eyes. “You my darling, were a star tonight. Seems the Angel has finally surpassed her mentor.”

“No I didn’t……”

“I’m not saying it as an insult. That was literally your best performance ever. Always perform to that level my dear, if not better in the future.”

“Freddie where is this coming from?” I asked him.  I was starting to get a little concerned about him.  Just the way he was talking and saying these things it’s almost as if he’s—well he’s about to die or something.

“Just the ranting of an old man dear, nothing you need to worry about. Pretty soon you’ll be doing that to the next artist you inspire. Maybe she’ll be your intern that you’ll help make into a rockstar.” I softly laughed.

“Don’t know if that’ll happen.”

“Now go on and enjoy the party. You’ve been needing a chance to finally kick back and relax after the morning you had.”

“Let me guess, Brian told you.”

“And Rog might’ve drilled about giving you an apology for my shouting’s earlier today.”

“I may stay for an hour or two, then I think I may just head home.”

“No, no darling please stay for the boys sake. Maybe even talk to Deacy about what you went through at the hotel.”

“I doubt he’ll listen.”

“You’re his sister from another mister darling. Veronica’s hardly talked to him and what he needs right now is the second most important woman in his life.” I looked at him and saw him giving me the tired but still sweet puppy dog eyes.

“I’ll try to talk to him.”

“That’s my darling angel. Always looking out for her boys.” He said as his left hand reached up and stroked my cheek.

“Oh here’s your crown back.”

“Nah you keep it darling.”

“You serious Fred? It belongs to you.”

“Not anymore, I bequeath it to you now.”

“Are—are you serious?” he nodded.

“Keep it. And please keep it on for the entire party. Less of course you want to break my heart, and I’ll be sure to have Roger send me pictures whether you keep it on or not. If you don’t then you and I will have a serious conversation.” I laughed softly.

“Okay, okay. Thank you Freddie.”

“No (y/n) my love. Thank you.” He stood up and kissed both of my cheeks and then hugged me.  I was surprised at first just because of the suddenness of this.  And this hug wasn’t like his pervious hugs before.  This was a more—longing hug. The kind of hug that people give to one another when one’s going away to war or saying goodbye. “Keep performing my rock angel. The show must go on.”

“Okay Fred.” I said wearily as I hugged him back. “But I’ll still see you for Kelly’s 1st birthday right?”

“Darling I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He said as he separated from me before gently pushing me towards the door.  “So long as you and Jack come to my 40th birthday party.”

“I think we can make it. I’m sure mum and Misha wouldn’t mind babysitting Kelly.” I turned back to Freddie and he softly smiled before nodding very softly, then I walked out of his dressing room.

At the end of tour party, I was hardly in the party mood because my sole focus was to find one specific member of Queen.  I looked over the crowd of roadies, volunteers who signed up to be apart of the tour and help out for the entire summer, dancers, and everyone far and between that decided to come along.

It wasn’t until I came outside of the building where I found John sitting all alone looking forlorn and out of it.  I looked at him before taking a deep breath in and softly exhaled out.  I slowly walked towards him and said as calmly as I could.

“Deacy.” He brushed his hand through his curly hair before turning up to look at me.

“If this is another attempt to lecture me, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“I came by because I care about you. And I wanna clear the air after what happened earlier this afternoon.”

“I think what you actually mean to say is that you’re trying to baby me. Like everyone else has been lately. I’m fine just—going through some shit right now but I’m dealing with it!”

“By what? Drinking yourself till you can barely remember anything? Till you eventually what pass out?”

“See this is exactly where you and Veronica are soo much alike.” He hissed. “You both try to put your noses into somewhere where it don’t belong!” God he really could be a cold hearted King of Quick-wits if he wanted, but at this point he was going down the road where so many people including Freddie went down.

“God I don’t even know why I try!?!” I exclaimed standing up. “I’m trying to be the adult here John!”

“Just so you could what? Tell Veronica about what’s been happening to me since a week after we left Budapest? Don’t thing I don’t know you’re snitching off to them!”

“No John! No.” I said as I turned away trying to compose myself. “I do this because…..YOU HAVE 4 BEAUTIFUL CHILDREN BACK HOME AND THEY LOVE YOU!! THEY LOVE YOU SOO DAMN MUCH!!” I exclaimed, pointing at him aggressively.  I sniffled and sobbed out, “And I don’t want them to go through the same pain I did of losing their dad!”

Silence rang between us as I turned away from him covering my sobs behind my hand.

“(Y/n), sister dear, sister dear no, no, no calm down, calm down, calm down. Hey,” he came up to me. I felt his hands rest on my shoulders but I turned my head away from him.  

That’s when he turned my head back towards him and cupped my face in his hands, and this time instead of the harsh eyes, I was met with the broken, yet warm eyes that was my Deacy.

“I’m sorry I’ve been acting like a—bastard to you. It’s just…this tour has been so stressful, there’s things going on back at home and I couldn’t be there so I….I was forced to resort to the only way I knew how to deal with things. In silence by the bottle.”

“And I get that Deacy. We’re all going through some shit.” I said lowly.  I looked up into his eyes and whimpered, “But from one orphan girl think about it….if you were to overdose after tonight, where would that leave your kids? Your wife?” even through my own tears, I could see tears forming at the corner of Deacy’s bloodshot eyes.

He immediately hugged me, resting his head on top of mine as his arms wrapped around me and I felt him stroke the back of my head.  I sniffled a bit before continuing.

“No matter what it takes, paying for AA meetings, or me walking out of your life for a bit. All I ask is that you do one thing…..don’t make those three wonderful boys and that sweet little girl fatherless!” I pleaded the last part as I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face.

He brought me back into his chest as I softly wept into his chest.  He rocked me from side to side and said.

“Okay, okay I will. I just…..hope Veronica forgives me.”

“If it were me and Jack, I think he would eventually. But don’t push her away. You’re each other’s swans.”

“That a—thing you and Jack call yourselves?” he teased.

“It’s romantic don’t tease!”

“No worries. When—Ronnie and I first started dating I….I called her my penguin.”

“Penguin?” I laughed softly.

“They’re her favorite animal don’t tease.”

“I’m not.” I wiped my tears away and looked up at him and he looked down at me. “What do you say you and I ditch this party and go see our families?”

“I wouldn’t mind that. Plus it’d give me time to sober up on the drive and make it up to my sister dear.”

“I’d like that.” I hummed a chuckle. “Very much, brother mine.” He then kissed my forehead and the two of us with a wrapped arm around each other walked back inside to find Brian and Rog and tell them we were gonna go ahead and go.  They accepted and wished us a safe drive but not before giving the two of us hugs on a job well done (well I got both hugs and kisses but that’s just Bri and Rog).

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I called my driver Louis to come pick us up and he drove us from Stevenage back to London. By the time we reached Deacy’s house it was already 1am.  We hugged and kissed each other goodbye and Deacy walked out with his stuff in tow on his way up to his house.  I saw him ring the doorbell a few times before the light from upstairs came on.

It was then I saw Veronica open the front door and when she saw her husband standing there, she looked stunned.  I saw Deacy talk to her for a bit before she finally embraced him and the two of them kissed each other.  As the two of them swayed back and forth and moved around till Ronnie’s back was turned towards me and I saw Deacy look directly at me.

He gave me a smile and a wave in thanks.  I smiled back and waved bye to him and watched the two of them enter the house.

“Okay Louis take me home.”

“Can do ma’am.” He said with a smile.  Thankfully traffic was on our side so it about 40min. to get there.  Finally at 2 in the morning I was greeted by the sight of my home that Bri so kindly gave us after Kelly’s birth.  Louie stopped the car and he said. “We’re home Mrs. Kline.”

“Thank you Louis. You are more than welcome to spend the night here if you wish. Lord knows Bri had plenty of bedrooms installed.”

“Thank you very much ma’am.” He turned off the engine and he helped me with my stuff.  We both quietly walked in the house and I just told him to leave the stuff near the front door and that I could get it later, while I kept my overnight bag over my shoulder.

“Sweet dreams Louis.”

“Goodnight Mrs. Kline, sweet dreams. And what a wonderful performance you played tonight.”

“Thank you.” I then directed him to one of the guest rooms and he bid me one final goodnight while I quietly walked up the stairs to the main bedroom.

When I walked in, I saw my husband sleeping soundly in the bed and there just at the foot of the bed was baby Kelly in her crib.  I quietly set my bag down and walked towards the crib and smiled down at my sleeping daughter.  I kissed my index and tall fingers before gently placing them on her cheek.

She softly stirred as she cooed but then she just went back to sleep.  I then turned to Jack and walked up towards the bed and slowly sat down before finally lying down.  As carefully as I could, I nuzzled his chest and snuggled close to him, humming tiredly. I don’t know whether it was subconsciously or he must’ve been awake for that split second, but I felt Jack’s arm wrap around my waist and pull me close.

A soft smile spread across my face as I closed my eyes and breathed in his scent.

It was at that point I was truly happy.  Deacy’s lyrics never rang more true, the ‘I’m happy at home’ line, it speaks a thousand words.  I was home, and I couldn’t wait to stay home for a long hiatus.

[2innocent2douglas]

ayyyy it’s me rose, bringing you my bby morrigan aka mog.

— && guests may mistake me as ( anya taylor-joy), but really i am ( morrigan innocent douglas + cisfemale + she/her ) and my DOB is ( 5/18/1996 ). i am applying for the ( lounge singer ) position as part of the EHP and would like to live in suite ( #302 ). i should be hired because i am ( resourceful & generous ), but i can also be ( mischievous & vacant ) at times. personally, i like to ( ghost hunt, dance, and get lit ) when off the clock, but that won’t interfere with work. thank you for your consideration!.

quick facts:

Usually only goes by Morrigan Douglas. Cause the Innocent name is legit but ridic.

Morrigan is the only child of wealthy socialite Brighton Innocent and her mysterious husband Emerson Douglas.

She was born and raised in Miami, FL, with her parents and older half-sister, but she spent much of her childhood flying back and forth between LA and New York as well, far from the gators. Having one stable home is more or less a foreign concept.

Despite being born and raised in the US, her dad’s British accent has rubbed off on her and it peeks through a lot when she speaks. Most people assume it’s just to sound fancy, and maybe that’s part of it too.

Has a very serious blood pact with Marshall. In fact, she got herself a gig at the 312 on his glowing recommendation.

She’s never really had a career of her own — her old money background meant that she never really needed one. She has a designer bag named after her, though, and how many people can boast that? It’s the little things in life.

She is a taurus, gemini moon, cancer rising.

Also this is her pinterest board cause I am nothing if not an aesthetic hoe.

biography:

Her mother likes to call herself a business woman, and she technically is but it’s in the vein of the Kardashians or Paris Hilton — famous for being famous territory. She owns a string of high-end nightclubs around the country, but doesn’t actually work much.

As for her father… well, a lot of money has been invested into keeping pretty his past under wraps. Morrigan doesn’t even know much about it, except that he’s English and came from more humble means. She likes to joke that she’s half poor, so she gets it.

Growing up with one parent who takes every opportunity to bask in the limelight and one who is the exact opposite was… weird. She was never quite sure how much of a show to put on, and she was always told off for either doing too much or too little.

In the end, privacy has more or less won. She has a few million Instagram followers, which she considers more of a legacy thing than a choice of her own, but she’s not trying that hard to stay relevant… although it is kind of nice when people compliment you for serving Looks, so she posts about once a month. For the greater good... and some of that sponsorship money. #ad all the way.

Homegirl has more money than sense and is currently on hiatus from her studies at Columbia. Who needs an education when you’ve got mommy’s credit card?

She dabbles in music and genuinely enjoys it, but she’s not quite sure she’s cut out for being famous in that way. People actually seeing you as a role model? No thanks.

Dreams of one day starting a real-life coven and/or becoming a prestige member of the Illuminati. Both would be neat AF.

She’s very interested in cryptozoology — catch her watching endless re-reruns of In Search of Bigfoot and the likes. Every year for her birthday, she takes her friends to the supposed home of a cryptid. They’ve yet to actually encounter one in person.… although Mog swears she caught a glimpse of the Ozark Howler three years ago. She still hasn’t stopped talking about the non-incident.

Morrigan can be a bit aloof and doesn’t really give a fuck if anyone’s bothered by her attitude, but she’s usually not going out of her way to be a dickhead. If it happens, it happens organically.

[hoodiehan]

Everyday - Bang Chan Imagine

Synopsis: Almost every day was spent with Chan, and almost everyday was the same. But you wouldn't have it any other way, no matter what.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: ChanxReader (BUT THIS FIC HAS GENDER NEUTRAL TERMS SO YEET)

Word Count: 2.1k+

A/N: So like I’m coming off of my month long hiatus from writing so that I could write this for @hey-hey-chan because AHHHH IT’S HER BIRTHDAY AND I LOVE HER SO SO SO MUCH MY BBY BOO IS GROWING UP UWUUU. Anyways, happy birthday Kris, I hope you have an amazing day today yaaay 

Standing at the foot of the bed, I impatiently tapped my foot against the ground. Behind me, was nothing really. In front of me was the biggest baby in existence. And inside of me was the hungriest stomach ever known to mankind.

“Can you like get up or something, please? It’s nearing 12 pm and I’m getting quite hungry,” I stated quirking an eyebrow at the boy that laid in front of me. This was an occurrence that happened almost every day: Chan would get up at 8 am, get dressed and prepare for the day, but then he would crawl back into bed and claim that he can't get out of it.

“I want to hold on to yooooou,” Chan whined sticking his arms out and wiggling his legs back and forth as he stuffed his face into the pillow.

I groaned and rolled my eyes. He may be 20 years old, but he is actually the biggest baby I had ever met. “You’re so clingy and touchy-feely that I actually don’t want to hold onto you,” I replied back crossing my arms.

“Yes you do want to hold onto me,” Chan said sticking his face up to look at me.

“I really don’t.”

“You really do.”

“Don’t tell me how to live my life,” I said giving in and walking over to where Chan laid. Immediately, he encapsulated me into his arms and pulled me close. Tensing up, I awkwardly stroked his arm unsure of what to do.

“I’m uncomfortable,” I said after laying with him for a couple of minutes.

“I know you are,” Chan mumbled into my hair. “And now it’s making me uncomfortable. Come on, let’s go get some food or something,” Chan pulled away from me and got off the bed. Turning around, he grabbed my arms and lifted me out of the bed then gently set me on the ground.

“What do you want to eat?” He asked looking around the room for his wallet. I immediately broke into a large grin and was about to answer before he cut me off.

“Dim sum. You want dim sum even though we just ate it yesterday,” Chan said snapping his fingers. “I am correct. Let’s go,” Chan said leading me out the door and into his car.

Sometimes, it was really nice having a boyfriend who could drive. It was like having your own personal chauffeur.

—

Sitting at the table, I absentmindedly looked out the window while sucking on the ends of my chopsticks waiting for the food the come out.

All of a sudden, I heard the loud click of a camera, saw a flash out of the corner of my eye, then heard the whirring sound of a polaroid. Whipping my head around, I looked at Chan who cheekily grinned at me as he waved the polaroid film back and forth.

“Did you just take a picture of me?”

“Maybe,” He giggled.

“With the Polaroid?”

“Yah,” He grinned.

“In a restaurant?”

“You looked cute.”

“God, you’re embarrassing sometimes.”

“But you’re cute all the time!” Chan cooed as he watched me dig my face into my hands.

“You make me question a lot of things sometimes.”

“Like what?” Chan waved the Polaroid in the air a couple more times.

“Like why I’m still with such a big dork like you.”

“It’s because you loooove me,” Chan said sliding the Polaroid across the table for me to look at.

“That’s debatable,” I mumbled looking down at the picture. I had to admit, the picture looked really cute. Even though I my hair was an absolute mess, and my mouth was all over the chopsticks, the simple candidness of the picture was something to admire. Chan always did have a way with taking pretty pictures.

—

“Can you please pay attention to me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I’m in the middle of the climax of this book and you are. Distracting. Me.”

“The climax of a book you’ve already read twenty times before is more attention grabbing than me?” Chan feigned offense by dramatically pressing a hand against his chest and stumbling backwards as if he had been shot.

“Precisely,” I mumbled tucking the corner of the page between my fingers and flipping it.

“Hey babe you know I just learned how to read palms, ya know.”

“Did you now?” I said unamused.

“I did, can I practice on you?” Chan asked excitedly.

I sighed before flitting my eyes between my book and Chan. “If I say yes, then will you leave me alone?”

“Yes!” Chan agreed before quickly taking a seat on the couch beside me.

Grudgingly, I folded the corner of the page I was on to bookmark it then turned towards Chan with my palms facing upward.

Intently, Chan grabbed my right palm and started tracing the lines of my hands.

“Hmm,” Chan mumbled as he brought my palm closer to his face.

“What does it say?” I asked becoming intrigued by the way that Chan was looking at my palm.

“It says,” Chan trailed off looking at one more line on my hand before saying:

“It says you’re a big nerd.”

Frowning, I yanked my palms out of his hands and reached for the pillow behind me to whack Chan with it. Unfortunately, he had anticipated my actions and had stepped out of my reach causing me to whack the empty air in front of me and not Chan himself.

“I got yoooou,” Chan teased childishly, taking off to go to his music producing room while giggling the whole way there.

Sighing, I opened my book again and placed it back onto my lap.

“He’s the actual nerd,” I mumbled. Yet something couldn’t stop the smile that grew on my face. He was a nerd, yes, but he was my nerd. Or maybe I was his nerd.

—

“Babe!” Chan called out from his room. “Can you come here for a second?” He asked, his Australian accent sounding heavy.

Setting down the cookie recipe that I was attempting to make (I wanted to learn how to bake but... ultimately I just wasn’t good at it) I made my way over to the room that Chan was in.

He had the lights dimmed down a little with some mood lights on. That’s what he always did when he was producing music; he always wanted to set the tone or mood whenever he was producing a new song.

“What’s up?” I asked leaning against the doorway.

“Come listen to this!” Chan exclaimed, excitedly patting the seat next to him.

Pushing myself off the wall, I sat next to him waiting for Chan to play his new song.

“It’s not totally finished yet, but, I’m too excited. You have to listen to the song,” Chan moved his mouse across the screen adding a few touches here and there, then sat back and pressed the play button.

Immediately the room was filled with soft sounding melodies that could practically lull you to sleep. It was different than his usual sound, but it was different in a good way. The more I listened, the more I found myself bopping along to the beat. Closing my eyes, I focused on the way that Chan’s voice flowed along with the song. When it was all over, I opened them back up to see Chan smiling happily at his handiwork.

“What do you think?” He asked spinning around in his chair to face me while placing both of his arms behind his head.

“It sounds really good!”

“Is there anything you think that could be added, altered, or excluded?”

“Well, it all sounds amazing. I wouldn’t take any parts of the song out, but in this part,” I leaned forward and pointed at the screen. “But I think that here you could try using an A flat chord here? Because already it sounds so sharp. It’s just slightly off sounding. But with the A flat, then it’ll be softer. After that, then you can use the sharp chord and harmonize with the sounds.”

Chan sat and nodded, slowly taking in all the information. After I finished talking, he placed his hands on the piano keyboard in front of him and played out the chords, testing to see how it sounded.

“Oh yeah, that sounds a lot better,” Chan mused. “What other ideas do you have in that genius brain of yours?”

—

It was nearing 8 pm, yet here Chan and I sat in the corner of a cafe sipping on the hot cups in front of us. Around 7 pm, Chan claimed to have a large craving for coffee. Though I tried to talk him out of it saying that coffee at night wasn't good for him, he refused my objections by saying that coffee no longer had any effect on him. He had drank coffee too much to the point where it had the same effect as water for him. At this point, he simply liked the taste of it.

I, for one, was not a coffee drinker. But if Chan wanted to go out and get a cup of coffee at his favorite cafe, then I would follow him along and watch as he savored the taste of his caffeinated beverage while I savored the taste of my own hot chocolate.

Chan was looking out the window of the cafe, but he had one hand reaching over the table to hold my hand. Chan was like a big teddy bear that never wanted to be let go of, while I never wanted to be held. But for him, on some days, I'd make an exception where I'd be feeling a little more soft than usual.

Chan was humming the beat of the song he currently working on as he absentmindedly stroked the back of my hand with his thumb.

"How was your day today?" Chan turned his head to face me.

"I spent most of my day sitting next to you," I said returning his gummy smile with a little smile and a laugh.

"But was it fun though?" He asked cheekily, sticking his tongue in between his teeth, his smile widening even more.

"I mean, I spend almost every day by your side. How could I not have fun?"

"Aww, do I really make every day fun for you?" Chan winked at me, his smile turning into a smirk.

"If I didn't have fun with you, then I wouldn't be sitting here now, would I?" I inquired giving Chan a knowing look. Chan pursed his lips out and tapped a finger against his lips.

"You have a point," He admitted.

"Do you have fun with me though?" I asked giving him a large smile.

"Eh, sometimes," Chan shrugged looking away from me. My smile immediately fell from my face.

"What?"

"Come on, let's go make some more music!" Chan laughed standing up and pulling my hand along with him.

"You only have fun with me sometimes?" I asked feeling slightly offended.

"I have fun with you all the time!" Chan exclaimed still dragging me along.

"What? That's so confusing. You just said only sometimes though," I shook my head at Chan's annoyingness. But Chan stopped and abruptly turned around, causing me to almost crash into his chest.

"You worry too much," Chan wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me close to him. "I have fun with you everyday, all the time. Don't you worry your little head. Now let's go. Music awaits for us, and so do the terrible tasting cookies that you baked earlier!"

A/N: This is slightly unedited because I wrote this at 1 AM HAHAHAH Sorry for all the grammar and spelling mistakes

[softtm]

Boyfriend! Daniel Kang

Okay so I know I’m a hiatus and all but like Daniel Kang is my bby and like I love him so much so here we go

you’re Woojin’s older sister and after watching Produce 101 you can say you’re voting for him and Woojin

glad that someone there’s to take care of your lil bro

a cute someone 

you show up to the final show bcus you’re a “loving sister” but really it’s because of Daniel Kang and his hip thrusts

remembers the sorry sorry fancam

anywho

Daniel gets in to the top 11 (he better or else Mnet is gonna catch these hands) and you were probably the loudest lol

but your sad af because Woojin didn’t but that’s okay since he’s a little baby that has a lot of time to grow

•you meet up with Woojin afterwards and guess who’s with him

the one and only DANIEL KANG

being he responsible sister you are, you thank Daniel for taking care of your little brother 

daniel’s like ‘no problem, he’s like my son’

’…’

then you both burst out laughing cus y'all are weirdos

you exchange numbers before he has to leave and you could have sworn he winked at you

like no

leave the winking to Jihoon

feeling attacked by his wink

he texted you a few days later and you’re just like

‘oh’

‘OH’

you guys hit it off and those texts became physically hanging out with him, Woojin and Woojin’s omma Seongwoo

sometimes it was only you and Daniel which you wee totally fine with

eventually you and Daniel started getting closer and the classic you liked him and he liked you thing happened

eventually he asked you out on a date and everything would be fine from there

moving on to actual boyfriend!Daniel

lots and lots of skinship

back hugs for days

will squeeze the fuck out of you whenever he can

legit you can’t get him off of you

like his arms are wrapped around your waist and his chin is resting on your head / shoulder

kind of clingy but that’s okay since he’s being cute about it

holds your hand 25/8

his grip is pretty tight because he doesn’t want to lose you but it’s not too tight since he doesn’t want your fingers to lose circulation

doesn’t mind a lot of PDA

love it actually

you’re his and he’s your’s

says the most cheesy and cliche lines ever

‘if you were a booger, I’d pick you first’

'ew get a life’

'you are my life’

'okay I admit that was kind of smooth’

fights over books are normal too

'HARRY POTTER IS BETTER THAN PERCY JACKSON’

'istg Daniel, I will super glue that mouth of yours and force you to watch the Percy Jackson movies while listening to me rant on how horrible they are’

'I love you babe’

'that’s what I thought’

he’s really caring tho and will like always be there for you

if he notices that you’re having a bad day, he’ll come over with ice cream

will climb through your window if he had to but most of the time Woojin just opens the door

he’ll just sit on your bed and pull you on him so that you’re sitting on his lap with your chin on his shoulder

will wrap an arm around you and the other one will be petting your hair because he knows you like that

wouldn’t make you talk about it but you eventually open up anyways because this boy just wants to make you happy

you end up eating ice cream and cuddling all day

make sure to offer Woojin some too for letting Daniel in

taking care of his cat when you visit him

he calls you their mother because to be honest you really are that cat’s mother

he likes giving you forehead kisses

that way he doesn’t have to bend down 

he also likes giving you nose boops because he’s cute like that

story time!!!

includes a “makeout session” but not really since I totally don’t know how to write that shit

so you and Daniel were hanging out at your place aka your parents house

y’all were cuddling and doing your usually cute thing since he’s just like that and yeah

suddenly you get bored and his face is a lot more interesting then the movie

you noticed how kissable his lips are because they really are 

i’m not the only one right?

and he notices that you’re not playing attention so he’s becomes his cheeky self

‘is my face just that handsome?’

you’re like 

‘what, no, ew, get away from me’

but you’re face is like all red so he knows that you were totally checking him out

he laughs and leans in to kiss you

you kiss back of course

that somehow escalated and now you guys are making out on the couch and his hands are up you’re shirt

oops

suddenly the front door opens and Seongwoo, Woojin and some produce 101 winners walk in with a cake

you probably heard a high pitched scream that belonged to your little brother

‘wow, I know we told you to distract her but this was not what we wanted’

and you’re all like ‘wtf is going on’

then you realized something

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N’

wow you forgot your own birthday

nice going y/n

so that’s the story of why you and Daniel should never make out in the living room 

basically stan Daniel Kang and fight Mnet with me if he doesn’t debut

[swearronchanel]

continuing the hiatus with 4.05

Well I'm here avoiding responsibilities as usual, pretending that I don't have class in the morning or any laundry to do but like I said I've been watching shameless and I need a little wholesome ctm to balance it out lol & @ilovemushystuff recommended I watch 4.05 *thank u 😌*but let us go on this journey together 🙃...

the clothes lines remind me of home bc we don't have a dryer in our apartment haha & when it's cold out my mom hangs everything up around the house it's a hilarious nyc struggle lol

my bby shelagh!! 💕 so precious pushing the pram! omg we get to see this again next series *hopefully* with unnamed baby turner 😭!!

aw I miss summer!! I love being out in the summer *plus my birthday is in August*🙃

Ahh aren't we glad Shelagh got new dresses, cause I'm not feeling this one lol

Jenny Agutter's smile w/ her eyebrows raised >>, am I right

Wait this is the osteogenesis imperfecta case right ??

Laura looking angelic but that is not at all new, I just have to always mention it

Now all I can do is stare at her hair bc of this debate earlier 😂 what color?? 

but damn I don't like this dress either I forgot how disrespectful the costume designers were in series 4😂😂

Patrick grabbing her hand saying thank you ugh so pure 😭😢

"Two weeks in Lyme Regis does sound nice" ugh Shelagh's so adorable but LETS HERE IT FOR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT™ BC SHE DIDN'T EVEN REALLY ASK TO GO ON  HOLIDAY EVEN THOUGH SHE OBVIOUSLY WANTED TO & IN THE NEXT SERIES SHE PLANNED THE WHOLE DAMN TRIP WITHOUT TELLING HIM👏🏼 LOVE IT lol even though camping was a disaster

It's been 3 fucking mins and look at all the shit I've said wow I hate me

Pats and Trix!! I miss their friendship

Haha omg this is right after Trixie and Tom broke up #awkward

"Wild peach, isn't it glorious?" I love my other bby trixie. We are so similar but she's better 💕

PHYLLIS OUT HERE YES

"Roasted like a Sunday dinner" LMAO

aw this is the episode with the Sylheti mum, here's some quality early Babs

SISTER E 😭😭😭 I miss her aww

Omg &Sister Mary Cynthia! she just became a nun aw I miss her being so happy 💔 I hope she's in the Christmas special or Series 7 Premiere

"Ready?" ugh I just think of all the times we're heard that, like Trixie asking Shelagh when she was about to get married *hello my two favs interacting its iconic for me* or when Trixie told Sister MC off she wanted to ask her if she was ready when she went to become a postulant like if she was getting married,  my heart 😭 UPDATE: I made a post about it

speaking of my gal Beatrix here she is again

I want to be that platinum blonde tbh

Sister Julienne saying "little man" yes I'm here for this such thing

little Raymond like ST Raymond or the baby that was left on the steps .. wait what happened to him? I forgot lol it's been a while

I do not like Sister Mj's absence

but yes her nephew! Did he just like stop picking her up??

Aw Trixie wanted to hug sister MC I can tell, nuns can hug though why didn't she?

we were robbed of a cute sister MC & sister W young- nun dynamic duo

but I like sister Winifred so much more now she's lowkey golden

Diphtheria yikes

LMAO FRED HAS A DU RAG ON ??

I forgot that the old nurses uniforms were so washed out looking

sweetie, if a ANGLICAN NUN is telling you the baby needs more than prayer wouldn't you believe it ??

like wtf is Christian scientist anyway, yo no se

lol calm down Barbara that's a lot to translate

woah Pat's looks hella good with her hair like that 😍

my bby Trixie serving looks but is heartbroken 😍😢💔

THE PICTURE OF HER AND CYNTHIA!! THAT IS NOW ON HER VANITY MIRROR !! MY H E A R T

*twerks to the bicycle song*

"She says where he goes, we go - even the moon" ahh again my heart!! & it's so similar to what shelagh said in the last Christmas special 😭💕 *i think it was a bible reference but I can't remember bc my memory is fuzzy from being a reckless heathen* jk jk😂

How does a faja type belt help her?

I initially really liked Trixie and Tom but I'm so glad they found better matches

yo I'd be shook though if my baby's bones kept breaking and I didn't know why omg

The nurses being cute eating popsicles outside lol

aw wait Fred and Violet weren't together yet here, they're so cute haha

again so wild, like imagine no one knowing what your baby is hurt and no one believing that you didn't abuse your child?! I cNt

so scary

Ameerah is so pretty & how sweet omg she brought Babs a dish. She misses having girl friends omg!

The Poor Pentergasts

I feel you Mrs ^, I scream into my hands at least 3x a day *for obvs diff reasons*

Baby Angela💕💕 so precious

aw Patrick & Shelagh😭 but now that shelagh's been on her nightie game this blue nightgown should finally go #hereforthebrinylon™

Shit now Patrick is going to realize and blame himself

let Patrick not feel guilty for anything in series 7, cut this guy a break pls

osteogenesis imperfecta yup I remembered ✔️ well I remember watching this with my mom & her calling if before they knew it and I was annoyed bc She can't just watch she always has to be a nurse & put her opinion out there😂 like we watched the finale yesterday and I thought there'd be some suspense but nah she knew the pill gave her a deadly blood clot😒she was surprised they killed the first women described it to though

Shelagh's face while Patrick gets in the ambulance 😭💔

I miss the nuns singing !! mainly miss Laura singing but still!! it's very peaceful you feel?? let me hear some hymns

I feel you Patrick, you smoke that cig

Alright damn Mr Pentergast, I feel your anger but wtf were they supposed to think??

I get anxious watching Patrick be anxious tbh omg xzjkalsfo

the way he fidgets the pen so relatable

Shelagh kissing him on the forehead and the cheek 😢😭💔💕melts my cold little heart

"I don't want my Geraldine being seen by the receptionist" fuck u lady she's the best damn nurse out here Lmaoo

But seriously did everyone just forget she was a nurse/midwife when she was a nun? it has only been like a year since she left and got married so I wouldn’t think people would forget just yet but maybe? wtf lol. I feel like their story was such gossip that it'd be unforgettable? that's just me Lmaoo

Go get that uniform Shelagh!!!

she's so patient, dios te bendiga. She’s too good.

my angry self would've been like "do 👏🏼 ya👏🏼not👏🏼get👏🏼that👏🏼I 👏🏼was👏🏼 a nurse 👏🏼and 👏🏼delivered 👏🏼like 👏🏼half 👏🏼of 👏🏼your👏🏼 gremlin 👏🏼 children?!" Or "you don't want me to help? Okay there's the door, don't let it hit you on the way out"!

SHE'S GETTING THE UNIFORM PEOPLE

okay I don't think I've ever thought about it until now but Shelagh talks about Patrick's war neurosis with Sister Julienne like she already knew?? I bet Shelagh went to her after the adoption interview 😭

ugh I love their friendship/relationship it's so pure

This whole show is so pure! how can it remind you of the darkness in the world while still giving you faith in humanity??  There's nothing like it

I told you I caught my mom up with series 6 & she was just like "I can't believe we have to wait so long. Why can't America make a show as great as this?"

I then said "I know I have like no reason to live until Christmas" but she said i was being dramatic oops

*cue in the mirror*✨

SHE'S PUTTING ON THE UNIFORM PEOPLE THIS IS NOT A DRILL

you guys don't get how happy this made me when I first saw it omg, I was so tired of seeing her sad/upset and lost and distressed and everything but happy but THEN SHE PUT THE UNIFORM ON AND THE LITTLE HAT AND LOOKED IN THE DAMN MIRROR WITH HER MILLON DOLLAR SMILE AND I WANTED TO COMBUST I WAS SO HAPPY I WAS IN TEARS😭😭💖💖

SHELAGH TURNER DESERVES THE WORLD AND MORE, I WILL ALLOW NO ONE TO DISAGREE

AND IF U DO WE CAN FIGHT RN

I'm so proud of how far my bby has come ugh I can't deal

It's 1am why am I being a little emotional bitch™ ?? Ugh I just love this character

I'd fight for Shealgh or Trixie/ Laura and Helen in real life. They are gifts we don't deserve

BUT ALSO, YOU MEAN TO TELL ME ALL THESE PEOPLE DIDNT BELIEVE SHE WAS A NURSE & THEN SAW HER IN A NURSE UNIFORM THE NEXT TIME AND QUESTIONED NOTHING???

Like I know it wasn't the same people but still word gets around?

Shelagh and Tim's hug aww

Can we pls see a cute moment between them? We were played with that hospital scene in 6.4 bc it was like 2 seconds long

Patrick's pyjamas though >

the flat filled with things from patients is so sweet aww

How did no one else in Ameera's house get sick though?

Angela looking so adorable wow what a pretty baby

the real million $ question is, will we ever see Mrs B? Probs not Lmaoo

Still waiting for the day Timothy Turner has an angsty teen moment bc his unrealistic perfect child-ness has been going on too long

Disregarding that time he was mean to Shelagh in series 3, I won't forget it bc I wanted to smack him 😂👋🏼

*shelagh voice* Dr Turner's back to save poplar from ill health and disease

THE WAY HE LOOKS AT SHELAGH WHEN HE REALIZES IT WAS HER IN THE NURSES UNIFORM

ALSO I'm sure he realized a kink he didn't know he had lol 😭😂

tracheotomy 😬 how do they make it look so real ahhh!? wild

"..Because I have you" BYEEEE 😭😭💖💔💔💔 my heart melted into a puddle & I can no longer live

the first kiss that you can't even see !! But still it took a season & a half for the married couple to kiss!😂

Ok shh Vanessa is gonna say something profound I must hear

Who tf am i talking to? I'm losing my damn marbles

And yes that's a Hook reference

"Humanity is fragile and all the sunshine in the world can't save the frail or make the delicate invincible but love has the power to strengthen and protect and guide us to a place where we feel sheltered and fulfilled. Where it doesn't matter if it rains for we are home and dry"

UGH SUCH GOLD!!!

And Shelagh holding Angela next to Ameerah and her new baby, my heart!!

such an amazing show

The End.. until next time..

[jouskalon]

IwaOi fic rec #2

remember i posted the part one like 9 months ago lol. feel free to check the part one and enjoy this fic rec that literally no one asked for :)

part one  ❤

It's Tradition (oneshot / sfw) so it’s about iwa who always kissed oiks on his birthday. like, EVERY SINGLE TIME. i cri. this fic is so pure and sweet (◕ ω ◕✿)

When You Wish Upon a Star (completed / chaptered) BODY SWAP AU HELL YEAAAAH!!!!11!1! everyone have to read this cuz come oooon body swap iwaoi??? hillarious af (≧∇≦)/

Of Monsters and Men (on-going / chaptered) gAY, MAGIC, AND DEMON AND FANTASY HERE AND THERE FREAKING GREAT!!! HQ PAIRING EVERYWHERE. it’s not iwaoi centered actually, but the story is amazing must read!!11!

Always, My Pillar of Strength (oneshot / angst) HERE COME DE ANGST! kinda forget the plot flows but i remember crying over this fic when my mom is like 10 cm away from me (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

You Showed Up With Perfect Timing (oneshot / sfw) gym trainer!iwa with oikawa drooling over iwa’s mucle lololol. i love this so much cuz iwa as gym trainer like sIGN ME THE FUCK UP BOI. also my bby oiks is so hillarious i love my cinnamon bun so much (◡‿◡✿)

we shine like diamonds (oneshot / angst) oooooooOOO BACK AT ITAGAIN WITH THE ANGST! this fic contains homophobia which why this feel more realistic.

Mud, Stars and You (on-going / chaptered) model!oiks forced to get a job at a farm and meet hot muscular farmer!iwa and there u have it; a perfect combo lol. this fic may or may not on hiatus or worse, discontinued by looking at the updated date. like it’s been a year i already losing hope. such a shame, this fic is literally gold ╥﹏╥

bad coffee & lemon bars (oneshot / sfw) coffeeshop!au that everybody loveee ❤ my personal fav bc i simply love the vibe this fic gave to me lolol. so basically it’s about barista!iwa and customer!oiks who’ve been ordered a bizarre coffee that iwa absolutely hate (cz it’s hard to make lol)

lips like sugar (oneshot / sfw) iwa is offered to learn the art of kissing from a true professional aka oikawa. istg i lowkey cringe bc it’s awkward i mean imagine getting a make out lesson by your very own bestie..well it’s not like i’m complaining tho ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Only Fools Fall (completed / chaptered / omegaverse) save the best for the end they said ;) well i must say that THIS IS THE BEST IWAOI OMEGAVERSE I’VE EVER READ. why?? simply bc iwa is an alpha yet he takes care of oiks sooooooo gentle and patient and literally spoiling oiks with love. imagine having a boyfriend like iwaizumi, i might cry. oiks as an omega is cute af, he used iwa’s clothes as a nest cuz he likes iwa’s scent and i’m like *intesifies screeching*. the way iwa treats oiks makes me both melted and jealous, like there’s no in between. this fic also have a good length so...EVERY IWAOI SHIPPER MUST READ THIS. MUST.

huft, glad i’m done. that’s it people. i’m planning to do taekook fic rec next time since i’ve read plenty of it. see u soon (◕▿◕✿)