#please kind listener spare a hottie

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Notting Hill AU Snippet #10

Kara doesn't call.

Lena doesn't know if she wants her to, of if she just aches for a new kind of hurt, after the sting fades to a throb fades to a bonedeep sense of loss. When her therapist asks, she tells the truth: she doesn't know what she expected by inviting Kara Danvers into her home a second time. It had simply felt... right.

Weeks bleed together, time losing its meaning as Lena trudges through attempts from her friends to distract her. She sees Lex more than ever. He and Nia set her up on more than one date, but not one scratches Lena's surface.

"I could kill her for what she's done," Lena overhears Andrea telling Lex one night. "Look at her: it's as bad as Veronica."

"Worse, even." Lex's voice is low and concerned. He's always good for a laugh, but is at a loss when every single joke lands like a sack of bricks. Lena doesn't hear anymore. She slips out and texts an apology the next morning.

One day, Nia visits the bookshop with Querl in tow. She's radiant with excitement, enough so that even Lena nearly catches it.

"You are going to love me forever," Nia says, offering Lena a slip of paper. On it is written a phone number.

"What is this?" Lena asks.

"The number of Kara's agent in America."

The news hits Lena like a kick to the stomach. Her chest locks, and suddenly it feels like she can't breathe.

"I thought," Nia continues, suddenly nervous when Lena doesn't respond, "now you can finally call her. Now that things have calmed down. Get some closure, if nothing else..."

Lena still can't respond. Finally, Nia curls her hand around the slip of paper for her.

"Just, promise me you'll think about it, okay?"

It lives in Lena's pocket for a week, heavy and foreboding. Twice, she almost reaches for the phone. In the end, she throws it in the waste paper bin outside the shop and walks away.

---

One night, Lena finds herself sitting on her brother's couch. With Lex sitting next to her reading the paper and Andrea working on her laptop in the nearby armchair, the room is quiet. Normally, Lena prefers the silence, but tonight it weighs on her like a lead blanket.

"I should have known better, shouldn't I?"

The question slips from her without thought, marking the first time she's spoken of the great Kara Danvers debacle since it happened. Both Lex and Andrea look at her, and suddenly Lena's eyes fill with tears.

"Maybe-- maybe I'm just not meant for you two have. I should have taken the hint when my first crush fell in love with my brother instead. Spare myself the trouble."

"No," Andrea says, snapping her laptop shut and setting it aside to focus her entire attention on Lena. "No, just because I didn't love you the same way doesn't mean you aren't meant for happiness."

"Yeah," Lex chimes in. "And it's not been all sunshine and roses for us either. But the not so great moments are the entry fee you pay to get to the good stuff."

Lena wipes her eyes. She wonders if this was how the american colonies felt-- taxation without representation. Well, consider this her declaration. She's done.

"No," Andrea says again, recognizing the look on Lena's face. "You don't get to give up, Lena. We won't let you."

"Mmhmm," Lex agrees with his wife. "No one deserves to be happy more than you do. You'll get there... and maybe sooner rather than later."

"What does that mean?"

"It means," Lex says, folding his newspaper and handing it over, "that someone's back in London."

"Lex..." Andrea warns.

"What?"

Their conversation fades out as Lena stares at the headline. Kara Danvers Returns. It features a picture of Kara in a ballgown, grasping her academy award with a beaming smile, and a second image of a filming location filled with actors in period costume. The caption identifies the location as Hampstead Heath.

Though the image of Kara brings fresh tears to her eyes, Lena feels a strange sense of calm. Kara is okay. In that moment, she realizes that so much of her anguish was the not knowing whether Kara had recovered from the media blitz that had ended their tryst so spectacularly.

Now she does, and Lena feels... okay.

She coughs a laugh, wiping her eyes again as she stands. "I should go."

"Oh, Lena..."

"No, Drea, I'm okay. Thank you." Lena sniffles. "For caring."

Andrea rises, enveloping Lena in a hug. "I do love you, you know. That's never not been true."

Lena nods. "I believe you."

---

For a few days, Lena thinks the peace of knowing Kara is okay will be enough. But three days after Lex hands her the newspaper, Lena finds herself in Hampstead Heath, walking past horse drawn carriages and crewhands working diligently, eyes peeled for a flash of blonde hair.

She runs into a production assistant first. "Can I help you?" he asks, subtly shifting to stand in her path and keep her from going any further.

"Um, yes, hopefully. I'm here to see Kara Danvers, if she's not busy. I'm a friend."

"A friend," the guy says, clearly unconvinced.

"Yes, as far-fetched as that seems. I--"

She stops abruptly when the sound of a familiar laugh drifts through the air. In an instant, Lena zeroes in on the source, and sees Kara stepping out of her trailer with her agent in tow, her face alight with mirth.

Her agent grins back, clearly pleased with herself as she peels off to head in a different direction. Kara joins up with a trio of other actors heading towards the south lawn of the hampstead manor. They pause briefly, and in that moment Kara turns, and their eyes meet.

Electricity fills Lena from head to toe, rooting her to the spot even as her hand lifts in a hesitant wave.

Kara stares for a moment more, until Lena carefully retracts her hand. Only then does she say a word to her costars and take her leave, closing the distance to where Lena stands with her new friend.

Said friend notices Kara's reaction and stands aside, allowing Lena to approach the picket line marking the boundary of the set. They meet on either side, neither speaking for a long moment.

"What're you doing here?"

Kara's question cuts like a knife, and Lena has to swallow against the sudden lump that rises to her throat.

"I heard you were in town," she says softly, "and I..."

Again, she doesn't know why she's here. She doesn't know what she wants to say or how she hopes this conversation will end. She's just... here.

For now, even with all things unsaid between them, it feels like enough.

"Excuse me, Kara?"

Another production assistant calls for Kara, and the moment shatters. Kara holds up one finger, earning them a few more seconds.

"Um, things aren't going very well, and it's our last day, so..."

"Right, you're clearly very busy, I shouldn't have--"

"But if you could wait?" Kara asks, cutting Lena off before she can bolt. Lena looks at her, and in Kara's gaze she sees nothing but a wary earnestness. "There are... things to say."

Lena feels herself nod. "Of course."

"Okay," Kara breathes. "Great. I'll come find you when I can?"

Lena nods again. Kara leaves, taking all the air in Lena's lungs with her. Lena flexes her trembling hands, then hides them in her pockets when someone approaches and offers to take her behind the cameras.

The walk through the cultivated garden filled with costumed actors is thrilling in its own way, allowing Lena a glimpse into Kara's life as an actor rather than just a celebrity.

"Here," her guide says, passing Lena off to the sound technician. "Bill here can hook you up with some headphones to listen in. The actors are already mic'd."

Lena offers Bill a smile of thanks when he hands her a headset. There's also a small monitor, allowing Lena to see what the cameras currently see-- Kara Danvers running lines with another woman.

"So I ask you when you're telling everyone, and you say..."

"Tomorrow will be soon enough."

"Right, and then I..." On the monitor, Kara nods under her lace parasol. "Got it. Thanks, Siobhan."

Her costar, Siobhan, nods, then leans back against the fence behind her. "So. Who was the hottie you were talking to on the way to set?"

With a jolt, Lena realizes that she's suddenly the topic of conversation. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, fidgeting with her headset-- but not removing it. Not yet.

"Oh. No one."

Lena swallows, her cheeks heating with a mortified flush. She was so stupid for coming here-- but Kara's not done.

"Just a friend from the past. It's actually kind of an awkward situation-- I don't know what she's doing here, actually."

The ground falls out from under Lena's feet, making her stomach swoop sickeningly. She tears the headset from her head, and shoves it back into Bill's hands.

"Sorry, I've got to--"

She doesn't bother finding an excuse. She simply bolts, and doesn't look back.

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[deiliamedlini]

WIP Wednesday

This is a piece of a long oneshot I was working on that I actually just went back to so I could change the era this took place in to use for something else! So this is is the modern meeting of small-town Link and big-city-moving-to-small-town-for-work Zelda. 

I might still go back to this one specifically, especially since most of this info can’t transfer to the earlier era I’m changing it to. I also haven’t edited it, since I’m just in the process of hijacking bits and pieces, so please excuse my dear Aunt Sally. No, wait... that’s not writing... 

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“I just can’t believe they sent me here,” Zelda said into her phone. It was tucked between her cheek and her shoulder as she drove down a dirt road. On one side, there was farmland: an extensive few acres of it, from what she could tell. On her other side, trees.

Zelda loved trees. She did! They were a big part of her job, and she had nothing against them. But goddess above, she’d never seen so many trees in her life. Glancing at the clock, she realized that she’d been surrounded by trees for nearly an hour now, overwhelmed by the sight.

A city girl through and through, her entire life had been spent in the bustle of Castle Town: the largest, busiest, most innovative and thriving city in all of Hyrule. She’d gone to the best schools there, and worked at an exclusive corporation.

But they needed her to go somewhere else.

For the sake of the research, she reminded herself as she tried to focus on the phone and not all the trees. Or the mountains that replaced skyscrapers and castles. Or the farms that replaced parks and streets.

On the other end of the receiver were two voices. One was Midna, Zelda’s best friend. The other was Tetra, her older sister. The three of them together were incredibly close, and Midna had even offered to uproot her own life to join Zelda on this rural adventure. But Zelda had told her to hold down the fort; this move wasn’t permanent, and she’d be joining Midna back in their three-bedroom apartment that they all had shared in the heart of Castle Town.

“Are you almost there?” Midna asked, loudly typing something into her computer.

“She’s got to be,” Tetra muttered.

“I think I am.” Zelda looked around, but there were only… more trees. Shocker. “If the moving truck could find this place, then so can I.”

“Does she start work tomorrow?” Tetra asked, clearly directed at Midna.

“No,” Zelda answered for her. “I start Monday. They’re going to send me all the information ‘once I get settled.’”

“At least you know how much they value you,” Midna tried, but it was clearly a forced compliment and a poor attempt to make Zelda feel any better about taking this position. But really, when her boss asked her to take on a special assignment, one that paid double her old salary, she couldn’t resist, no matter how uprooted her life became.

“I know, but it’s—”

Suddenly, there was more than just trees.

A goat stepped into the road, much faster than Zelda ever thought goat could move. She dropped the phone, let out a high-pitched noise of absolute panic, and swerved around the goat. But she swerved off the dirt path, heard a thud, felt the car shake, and immediately slammed the breaks, rearing forward into the steering wheel.

“Sweet Goddess Hylia and all things holy!” she hissed, breathing heavily. Her chest hurt where she’d bounced into the wheel, but it hadn’t nearly been hard enough to cause the airbags to deploy.

Quickly putting the car in park, she shakily unbuckled her seatbelt and stepped outside, shaking out her hands and letting out some nerves before reaching into the car to grab the fallen phone.

“I’m okay,” she said quickly, brushing her hair from her face. “I almost hit a goat.”

“Goddess!” they both breathed. “We thought you were dead! My heart, Zelda!”

“I know, I’m sorry! Look, I hit something. I don’t see any dead animals in the road, but I’m going to hang up so I can look. I’ll call you later.”

The three of them were notorious for never saying ‘goodbye’ on the phone. Really, they didn’t do it in real life either. Even when Zelda left, the last thing Tetra had said was ‘I’ll come up to visit  real soon’, and Midna had said, ‘find me a hottie, or some other excuse to move up there with you.’

So, Zelda hung up with just a promise to call them back, and she hurried down the road to where she’d heard the thud.

It didn’t take much investigating to figure out what had happened: there was a broken fence, splintered and thrown wildly around the area after her apparent impact with it, and a frayed rope on the ground. And a sign that said “fence broken”. Helpful.

Zelda glanced back at the goat, unmoved by anything that had just occurred. It was meandering through the road, boredly exploring an area that it didn’t seem interested in. Perhaps the trees felt familiar to it.

Zelda groaned and took a picture of the fence before trying to get the internet on her phone so she could look up the local police number to report that she’d damaged property.

No internet connection.

“Great,” she muttered, turning to take a picture of the goat before it could move. Then, she headed back to her car, just to make sure there was no innocent animal underneath. She flipped the flashlight on and ducked down.

Zelda groaned, but not because there was a dead animal. No, it wasn’t an animal that was dead; it was her tire. There was a giant piece of the broken fence impaled into the rubber, and thanks to her rolling a few feet away, it was in there good.

“Of course. Of course!” Zelda yelled into the abyss, not even earning a curious glance from the goat.

Grabbing her phone, she was blinded by the light she’d left on and turned it around so she could look up the tow company immediately but was met by the same message. No internet connection.

Rolling her eyes, she scrolled to Midna’s name and pressed call.

Silence. Not even ringing.

Zelda checked the corner of the screen, struck first by her red battery life, and second by the device bars desperately looking for a connection.

“I was just talking to them!” she yelled at the phone, as if it cared that she’d had service moments ago. It gave her the urge to throw the phone, but she wasn’t that angry yet.

Instead, she turned her camera on, took a picture of her impaled tire in case the insurance company would need it, and then took several pictures of the goat just for fun, praying that it didn’t charge at her or whatever goats did.

She continued observing the goat without anything else to do until a car headed down the road. She stood and began to wave her arms wildly, but the car drove right past her.

“Jerk,” she muttered, pushing her hair back and returning to sit. But it wasn’t long until a pickup truck slowed down before she could even get back out of the car. She breathed a sigh of relief when they stopped and rolled down the window.

“Everything alright, Miss?”

“Not really,” she sighed, looking at her car sympathetically. She gestured to her tire.

“Got a spare? I got a jack if you need it.”

His voice was accented with the local dialect, which made her feel a little at ease. At least this was someone who’s likely be familiar with the area and could tell her how far away she was.

She had to admit, she’d spoken to one of her coworkers on the phone and had also become enamored with her accent, though it wasn’t from around here either. Zelda had a feeling she was just a sucker for anything that wasn’t the harsh poshness of the Castle Town accent, where every letter pronounced, every syllable attempting to be heard. It was a hard accent, and a cold one. The ones around here was warm and inviting.

Of course, it would make her stick out anytime she opened her mouth, which she didn’t really want.

Castle Town was posh, for sure. A town for the rich and the well-off, or those in school or at work. So Zelda knew a thing or two about stranger danger, and the deeply rooted nerves she felt when she saw the man unbuckle his seatbelt from her peripheral vision bubbled up. She had an escape route planned: toward the broken fence. She wasn’t being kidnapped on her first day in town. But he didn’t get out. He just leaned across the seat to the open window.

Finally, she looked at him, and her breath caught. Well, he certainty matched his voice. Something tired and alert all at once. His blonde hair was long and tied back into a ponytail, falling out in the front so his bangs messily framed his face, bringing her attention to his piercing blue eyes.

Oh yeah, this was the kind of guy they warned you about in Castle Town. Too pretty for their own good. She’d have talked to him in a crowded bar for sure. But out here…?

She glanced back at her car, breaking her distracted trance, trying to remember what he’d asked. “Oh, uh, no. I took everything out of the car to fit my things. I figured I’d take my chances for not getting a flat, but surprise, surprise, a goat wants me dead.”

“Where you going? I can give you a lift if you want. You can get Daruk out here tomorrow morning to tow it wherever you need to go.”

“Oh,” she breathed. Don’t get into a car with someone you just met unless someone knows who they are or where you’re going. “Yeah, I was actually just going to ask if I could borrow your phone? Mine isn’t getting service. I can just call my tow company that I’m enrolled with.”

He nodded and reached across his passenger seat before handing her a phone out the window. She half expected it to be something old and rustic, like this whole place, but it was new and modern and almost exactly like hers. She’d just assumed the small town didn’t have the newest phones. What a stupid assumption.

“Mind if I just look up their number first?” she asked before randomly clicking around on a strange man’s phone.

“Go for it.”

She did and listened to all the automated options. The man was bobbing his head to some music she couldn’t hear. A car came down the road, stopping and honking, despite the fact that they could clearly go around him.

The man rolled his eyes and backed into the breakdown lane behind Zelda’s car, though she was thankful he still didn’t get out

It was only when Zelda’s eyes widened in either shock or horror at whatever she’d heard over the phone that he leaned his head back out the window curiously.

She walked up to him and handed the phone back. “Thanks.”

“So?”

“Three hours to get out here.” Zelda’s misery was palpable.

“Where are you going, if you don’t mind my asking?”

“Some little village called Ordon”

He smirked and leaned back in his seat. “I’m headed there as well. Want a ride? We can get Daruk out here sooner to just tow your car in if he knows he’ll just be headed back into town. It’s not far.”

“Oh, I don’t know… not that I don’t appreciate it, but I don’t know you.”

He reached his hand out the window. “Link. I live in Ordon. Work too. Nice to meet you”

“Zelda,” she said, taking his hand.

“Here,” he said, pulling out his wallet and handing her a business card. “So you don’t think I’m lying. But I do have to get to work at some point, so if you want that ride…”

“I just don’t want you to be a kidnapping murderer and kill me, you know?”

He grinned, suppressing a chuckle.

Zelda crossed her arms. “Don’t laugh at my potential murder.”

Gesturing to his phone still in her hand. “You can keep that with you the whole ride so you can call the cops on me if you think I’m kidnapping you.”

Toying with the phone, she took another look at her car. “Okay. Just let me grab my bag.”

[sweetestlamb]

Jealous, My Ass

Genre- Is raunchy gutter filth a genre? Because that’s what this is. 

Pairing-  Ko-Mun Yeong/ Moon Gang-Tae

Warnings- See the genre. If you are an innocent lamb this is not for you. Also I am 100% a feminist (pussy power af) but I will be using some tropes and such I am only human y’all.  Jealous hottie is hot. I also haven’t written anything in years so you know, be kind. I just couldn’t get them out of my head. 

Summary: Gang-Tae is definitely not jealous. At all. Not even a little bit. 

Bring home food. I’m hungry!

Mun-Yeong delicately presses send on her phone and flips it shut, falling back onto the vibrant red couch with a sigh. She sees the small seen on her phone screen notifying that Gang-Tae has received her message and impatiently waits for his reply. Seconds, turn to minutes and no reply comes and she feels her stomach twist in annoyance. Why isn’t he answering her? How dare he? Could he be busy? Why read her message only to ignore it? 

She picks up her phone intending to ask him all those questions, when the little voice inside her head that always tells her the worst possible answers whispers “He doesn’t want you. You bother him and he only helps you because he feels bad for you. You’re a BURDEN!” She stands up and tries to physically shake off the those gut-wrenching thoughts- mind flashing back to all the times that the prince in question has saved her. 

Riding in on his metal stead in torrential rain. Only to try to dump her back home. 

Twisting the fingers of that politician’s son has he tried to slap her. Then walking away and leaving her on the sidewalk after ripping her to shreds. 

Calling her an empty can. He had apologized for that but just like she told him bad memories had a way of wedging themselves in your heart and not easily coming out. 

Taking that two-faced bitch’s side and telling her that she didn’t own him. Her feelings have changed since she made that claim to Joo-Ri that he was always hers. He was still just a pretty thing then. Now he’s..... more. And his dismissal now hurts more than before. He knows things about her that she has never uttered to anyone. He has seen her in situations that no one else ever has. Not even Sang-In. But she knows that he is also an expert at turning this feelings off. Unlike him, she wears her heart on the tip of her knife. It’s a bloody, messy thing. Locked up for so long that now it just leaks all over him. 

Her phones finally vibrates with his answer and she tries not jump but her stupid body has been betraying her ever since he crashed into her life. 

She picks up her phone and flips it only, eyes scanning when she sees his reply- No. She stares at the phone in disbelief and anger and- “He doesn’t want you. Nobody could love a monster like you!” This time she can’t ignore her mother’s screeching voice in her mind, sledge hammering into her confidence until it shatters under the pressure. That is the entirety of his response and she sits quietly on the couch feeling like an empty husk. Only years of rejections- him being one of the first- stops her tears from falling. Being around him has made her weak, she desperately forces herself to will her armor back up. She knows she has failed when her phone vibrates and her first thought is please be him. 

It isn’t.

A number she doesn’t know pops up on her screen with a message- It was such a pleasure to see you today. I would love to take you out for dinner tonight. Are you free? 

Coffee shop guy. 

She doesn’t think about her answer before replying that’s another thing she started doing since meeting him and look just where that has gotten her. After replying she swipes up the stairs,  dressing down bellowing behind her. She will not be weak. Plus, she’s fucking hungry. 

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Gang- Tae stares down at his phone in shock, genuinely surprised that she hasn’t said anything to retort to his short answer. She hates when he replies with only one word and usually follows those messages up with messages demanding more. She always demands everything he has. And then some. 

He lov--- No. Stop. His heart  burns in not jealousy remembering how she sized up that not handsome punk at the coffee shop. Gazing at him like he was something to be conquered and then shoving his hand on her perfect little waist. He scoffs recalling her admission that she was like Sang-Tae and only he could touch her only to then place a stranger’s hand on hi-her waist. 

It’s not until Cha-Young walks in carefree as if he works in an ice cream parlor and not a psychiatric ward that he realizes that he is standing shirtless, gripping his shirt tightly between his fingers. He had become distracted after receiving her message demanding that he bring food. He wanted to give her the food, give her anything she wanted really. It scared him to hell. It wasn’t until he saw the smug smile and hungry stare in  someone else’s eyes looking at her that he realized that maybe he wasn’t what she wanted anymore. 

The way she had whispered “CEO” reminded him that despite what he had screamed at her idiot manager in the parking lot she was a celebrity.  People wanted her. Men who had way more to offer and were’t terrified of taking what she was offering. She was so beautiful it made his jaw clench in frustration and her haircut only made her more beautiful, it was obscene and unfair. Her hair brushed against her define features and made her already long neck- look like it was never-ending. 

“Gang-Tae. Hey, Gang-Tae! Are you listening? What the hell?” 

Cha-Young’s voice broke him free from his internal suffering. He quickly put on his uniform shirt and turned his head, repressing all this emotions until his face was a blank slate. 

“They need your help carrying a new patient. So stop checking yourself out, you narcissist!” He grabbed what looked like a candy bar before leaving to do whatever he thought constituted as doing work. 

With a sigh he slammed his locker shut and left the room. Emotions warring in his mind but he knew from years of practice that none of them showed on his face.  Today was going to be a long day. 

It was a long day. Stubborn patients, lazy coworkers and he could feel Joo-Ri’s gaze on him whenever she thought he wasn’t looking. It all made him eager to leave, he only spared a smile imagining Mun-Yeong’s anger if she were here to see it happen. He was always mine. She was so possessive of him and he didn’t know yet how he felt about it. 

He drove home, not knowing which Mun-Yeong he would get after refusing her and not getting anymore messages from her prior to that. He sighed in relief knowing that her violent tendencies were spared when it came to him. Unless she was violently teasing him until he felt like his skin might combust from the embarrassment and.....lust. He didn’t know how to react around her she made him feel things that he had told himself years ago, he wasn’t allowed to feel.

While others were sharing secret kisses and going on dates, he was learning how to care for his brother. He couldn't abandon him for such trivial things. Eventually girls realized that he wasn’t playing hard to get, there was no getting. Then they stopped. No more coy looks from under lashes, no more pink cheeks and school girl giggles. They moved onto boys that could give them what they wanted. 

His plan had worked. 

Until Mun-Yeong. She was persistent and his desire for her too made it hard to keep pushing her way. Her full lips called out to him, they both had a habit for grabbing the others wrist and her wrist felt so small and delicate in his hand. One good pull and she would come tumbling into this arms and he could see if her bubble-gum pink lips were as sweet as they looked. 

The sound of the front door opening snapped him out of his reprieve- that seemed to be happening to him a lot today. And like a manifestation of his own thoughts there she was, and fuck she looked hot. Unbelievably hot. 

He had never seen her in jeans before and the denim stretched  down her long legs, hugging her petite curves in all the right wrong ways. A black crop top wrapped around her flat stomach and made her breasts look full, small but a perfect handful. Her shoes were the flashiest part of her outfit, red stiletto heels with a heel that looked like it could kill a man. Her hair was wet and tousled for a perfect messy bedhead look. 

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Her heels clicked as she started moving down the stairs, why was she moving in slow motion? 

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth has she walked up to him. She stopped a few paces from him, not coming into his personal space like she normally would. When their eyes met the same lighting that always sparked between them, lit up but unlike the other times when she would move into his space like the big bad wolf. Her face was passive and she looked down at the keys in his hands. 

“Give me the car keys” she said in that ridiculously sexy deep voice. He willed himself not to get hard, thinking about the patient that threw up on him to stop the blood from rushing down below. Up close he realized that her makeup was heavier than usual too. Dark smoky eyes with a winged liner as sharp as the knives she loved to collect and blood-red lips. He couldn’t stop thinking about kissing and smearing that lipstick everywhere. 

As he stood there fantasizing about her as she stood there, he took a deep inhale of breath as she finally moved into his bubble but she was gone as quickly as she came. Snatching the keys from his slack hands. 

She stepped around him and made to open the car door he had only just closed and he realized she did not intend to say anything more to him. 

“Where are you going?” he asked his voice coarse with desire, she smelled amazing up close. Like cinnamon and something spicy that was irrefutably her. 

She ignored him and opened the car door. His arm shot out and slammed it shut before his brain registered it planned to do that. It was minute but her small body jolted from the force that he used. He felt guilt for a second, he didn’t mean to scare her. He reached out to soothe her but before his hand could make contact, she backed up moving away from his touch for the first time ever. 

“What’s wrong? Tell me where you’re going dressed like that.” He mentally celebrated when he saw her passive mask drop and righteous anger take its place. 

“Move out of my way, I don’t need to answer your questions.” 

“Mun-Yeong stop acting up.” 

“Don’t give me orders!” He wasn’t ready for the bite behind her words. She was puffing with anger, chest rising quickly and he knew it wasn’t right but his eyes descended down to her chest. His mind provided a quick flash of how perfect her breasts would look bare, her nipples would be so pink and delicious. 

It was so fast he almost missed it but he saw an answering flash of lust run across her face. She squirmed under this heavy gaze. 

Her phone ringing cut through the tension like a knife. She answered it. 

“Hello? Yes, I am on my way now. No. I can drive myself. I will see you soon. Goodbye, Daniel”

Daniel. DANIEL. Who the fuck was Daniel and why was he going to see his Mun-Yeong? He reached out and in a move that was completely out of character he grabbed her phone. She raged immediately reaching around him to get it back. Climbing his back in her quest to get it back. She was hot against his back. 

“Don’t call this number again. She’s not coming” he said with finality before ending the call, before that not handsome punk could answer. She slumped on his back before sliding back onto her heeled feet. He turned around with fire in his eyes. 

“You are going to meet THAT guy? Ko Mun-Yeong, he is a stranger. Are you crazy?!” 

Her only response was to growl at him and wow that would sound amazing in bed as he entered her. 

He didn’t know how to stop these thoughts now that they were out. 

“Stay out of this. You don’t own me” she threw his words back at him. She was always doing that. It made him realize how stupid he was sometimes. The shock of hearing those words made him freeze and she used that time to enter the car and lock the door before he could stop her. 

He spun around putting his hand on the glass and trying to make eye contact with her but she refused to meet his eyes. She pulled out of the make shift driveway like a bat out of hell. 

He stood there feeling like the ground was crumbling beneath his feet. 

“Don’t go.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She drove down the road before pulling over to breath.  What was it about him that got under her skin? She didn’t think he would care about her going out after refusing to bring her food and basically shutting her down every time she claimed they were more. She knew it was because of his brother but she couldn’t carry this on her own. 

He was great at coming to her rescue but once that was over, she was pushed away again and she would never admit this out loud but it hurt. 

It hurts. 

Her phone began to ring and she started the car and drove off. She was still hungry.  She wanted beef. Rare. The blood would sate her anger. 

She didn’t make any attempts to enter the house quietly. Gang-Tae sat on the stairs eyes piercing into her own. She looked back emotionlessly not sure why he was still up. He never sought her out after fights instead waiting for the next disaster he could save her from.  He seemed different today and she wondered why. 

“You’re home late”

“So? she retorted defiantly, smelling the fight brewing in the air and hungry for it. 

“I asked you not to go. Why can’t you ever listen to me?” 

Flashbacks of her mother scolding her forced there way into her mind. You must always listen to me. Be a good girl and always obey Mother. Her heartbeat was loud in her own ears. Her eyes were burning with her effort not to cry. His eyes softened as if her thoughts were visible. He made her feel naked. 

His arms flexed as he used them to propel himself off the stairs and for another first he gently wrapped his arms around her waist. 

“I was jealous. I am jealous”  he grumbled putting his chin on her hair. And for once she was speechless. Why would he tell her that? Wasn’t he scared that she would use that as a weapon against him? He shouldn’t trust her she was a monster. 

“You’re not a monster. “ 

“Then what am I?”

With hesitation he replied, “I wish you were mine.” Her head snapped up so hard that if he hadn’t moved back she would have headbutt him. 

“Kiss me” She didn’t know what she would do if he denied her now. This moment seemed important, defining. 

He surged forward and kissed her, closed mouth but hard as if he was trying to fuse into her. “Did he kiss you? Did you let him kiss you?” he whispered into her mouth seemingly terrified of the answer but needing to know. 

“No.” He pushed her into the wall and she hadn’t realized that he had been cornering her in for a while. She pressed her tongue into his mouth and felt him melt into her, his body a hard line. His muscles pressing her against the wall. He seemed inexperienced with kissing this way but he made up for it with enthusiasm. He chased her tongue and played with her as she teased him. Licking into her like she was dessert and he was ravenous. 

Should I just play with you? 

“Mun-Yeong tell me to stop. Please. I can’t stop.”

She ignored his pleas instead wrapping her arms around his neck and he instinctively scooped her up. Big hands gripping her ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. Moaning his approval into her mouth. She had never been this turned on. Nothing had ever been this good. They grinded against each other, she could feel his excitement pressing into her. She felt the hunger consume her again and she pushed him back.

He started to apologize even as his dick pointed out, begging for her attention. She fluidly slid to her knees. He gasped and froze in place. His eyes honed into her lips, watching her like she was both the predator and his prey. She licked her lips, never looking away from his eyes more expressive than she had ever seen them. 

Beautiful. 

The sound of his zipper descending was loud in the room. The only other sound was their pants for air. 

“Do you want this?” She finally spoke and he shivered at the sound of her voice. She didn’t make anymore movements, for once patiently waiting for his answer. 

She watched the war play across his face and wondered who would win? She busied herself biting at her own lips. His thumb pulled her lip from the grip of her teeth, tilting her face up towards him. “I want this, I know I shouldn’t but....”

She didn’t care about whatever self repressing reason he had. He wanted her. He had showed her before but now he was saying it. 

She tugged his worn jeans down, too-soft from years of being worn and washed. His boxers did little to hide his erection. “Wow” 

His blushed tinted his face and chest in a pretty red and she smirked up at him. 

“You do it” She calmly commanded him and he looked confused, like she had just spoken to him him in English. “You have been holding back for all these years, I want you to do it. Show me what you want” 

At his perplexed face she boldly took his penis out through the slit in his boxers and aimed it at her mouth but that was it, he hissed in pleasure. Breath speeding up at just her touch on his heated skin. She stopped and simply opened her mouth, eyes gleaming mischievously. The moment he understood what she meant was a beautiful epiphany. 

He made no movement, besides the involuntary one his dick made that caused him to close his eyes in embarrassment. “Stop thinking with your head for once and think with this” She grabbed his dick for emphasis. He thrusted into her hand one, two times but seemed to lose his resolve again. 

“He tried to kiss me. He grabbed me by my waist and told me he wanted to give me the world. He said I’m the sexiest woman he has ever seen.” 

She watched every muscle in Gang-Tae’s body coil. His eyes which were always the window to his soul, said what the fuck did you say? and then he grabbed her hair. 

“He can’t have you. You’re mine. I’m yours. You said it we go hand in hand! 

“Then show me I’m yours. Make me forget about everyone but you. Do it!”

She was barely able to finish her sentence before her mouth was full. His taste exploded on her tongue and he was better than all the goods Sang-In had brought her. Once his dick was in her mouth, he was a man on a mission. She opened her mouth wider and let him have fun. He thrusted fast, then slow, then deep, then leaving only the tip. 

He’s never done this before. He doesn’t know what he likes. 

She let him use her mouth, happy to be the first person to do this with him.

Mine. 

He found a rhythm that he seemed to like, deep and slow. She could feel every vein under the thin, hot skin and his precum leaked onto her tongue before she greedily swallowed it. That made his hips hitch forward suddenly and he momentarily slid down her throat. She pulled off  slowly. Knowing the picture she made, on her knees with her red stained dick-plump lips. He picked her up as if she weighed nothing, she loved how strong he was. 

He devoured her lips. dipping and licking his own taste out of her mouth. She felt them ascending and realized they were going up the stairs. He easily held her weight with one arm and used the other one to push open her bedroom door. 

With four large steps, he dropped her on her bed watching her body bounce. His eyes zigzagged all over, seeming unsure of where he wanted to look. She pulled her shirt over her head and heard his gasp and threw her shirt to the side. His eyes settled on her chest, “You’re beautiful” he whispered with revere tinging every words. 

She felt herself blushing, shocked that he was able to have that affect on her. He climbed onto the bed with her, using just his fingertips to caress her skin. He touched the top of her breast before moving down to her stomach, but eventually making his way back to her breast. She sat up and leaned forward silently giving him permission and he didn’t need anymore encouragement this time. He unhooked her bra, eyes wide as her breast came into view. 

Under his intense gaze, she felt a fleeting desire to cover herself. Before doing the opposite and laying her hands to the side, fully displaying herself to his hungry eyes. He leaned down and kissed her breast, too gently. So she whispered “Harder” and his mouth consumed her nipple and she threw her head back from the blinding pleasure. Behind the buzzing that filled her ears, she could hear him as if he were miles away “so pink, you’re so pink” and she had no idea what he was talking about but she needed him to keep going. 

He palmed her breast that wasn’t in his mouth and she reached down to grab his erection, it felt harder than before it that was possible. She twisted at the top gathering the fluid there and using it to ease her way, up and down his length. He bite down on her nipple as she made a corkscrew motion at the top. He ripped her jeans off her body and she hadn’t noticed when exactly he had even unbuttoned her pants. 

He slid down her body and she groaned in annoyance at losing her grip on his dick, it was her new favorite toy. So perfect and hard, she couldn’t wait to have it inside her. 

“What are you doing?” She panted looking down and seeing him just looking , his jaw was slack and his pupil was wide and she just watched him as he stared at her covered pussy. What seemed like a lifetime later, he pulled her panties down. They were white and lace. She shivered at the puff of hot air that hit her and she felt herself get wetter. He curiously tasted her with a kitten-like lick that made her mind short circuit. He must have liked what he tasted because after the first lick, he spread her open and took a greedy lick the second time. 

His strong arms splayed her open to his mercy and he was a quick learner, he quickly dissected that she liked broad licks and extra attention on her clit. This was the best thing that had ever been done to her body. She almost didn’t hear his quiet question, “Can I...Mun- Yeong can I...fuck you?” 

She couldn’t believe that he had been able to say the words. She almost wanted to stop and applaud. But she saved her teasing because when she finally opened her eyes he was hovering above her, his penis so hard it was flat on his stomach and it had leaked an idecent amount of precum. Glossy in the pale moonlight. If only she had been a painter instead of an author. 

“How do you want me?” She continued to press his comfort level, but she was also genuinely curious. She knew he was a virgin before all this, she wanted anything he wanted. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, before laying down and dragging her on top of him. He blushed up at her but there was a glint of determination in his strong jaw. 

“I want to see you. I want to see your eyes when we do it.”

She didn’t answer verbally, choosing instead to grind herself down on him. Slipping across his groin, dragging her wetness over him. Feeling him slip into her folds and shuddering at the heat. She lifted her hips up before finding his hard erection and holding it, ready. 

“Wait don’t we need a .....condom?” 

She shook her head no. She had been on birth control as soon as it was allowed. 

“I want to feel you”

That answer rendered him without words and he gripped her hips in his huge hands, helping her lift up before the world momentarily went white. She knew she should take it slow but as soon as she felt him inside, the beast burst out of the cage. She placed her hands on his broad chest and slammed down onto him, riding him hard. Snapping her body back to bring him deeper in. 

He was an absolute mess beneath her, shaking his head no, begging her to slow down while he contrarily met her thrust for thrust and fucked her like the world was ending. She fell on his chest and he immediately wrapped her in his arms and continued to rock up into her velvety, wetness. Panting in her ears. 

“You feel so good. So good, please, please” 

She knew that he was close from the pistoning of his hips, the sound of their skins smacking filled the room. 

“Don’t hold back, fuck me harder. Don’t stop!”

He flipped them over, pressing her arms about her head, she made a mental note that she liked that. Really liked it. 

“Say my name, Say I’m yours”

“Gang-Tae, Gang-tae, you’re mine. I’m yours. I...”

No. Not now.  But it was enough to push him over the edge and she was so confused on his pleasure that she forgot about herself until she felt his fingers rub her clit in a circle motion and she too stumbled over the deep end. 

His body tightened and he pressed deeply inside her, her walls clenching around him. 

“Sex feels amazing.” 

His sudden admission sent her into a fit of giggles, and soon he was laughing too and he fell on the bed from his laughter. Their laughter boomed in the room, now eerily quiet without their sex sounds. 

Zzzzzzzzztttttt 

She looked over and saw him looking down at the floor at whatever was vibrating, before leaning over and picking it up. 

Her cellphone. It must have fell out of her pocket when he ripped her pants off. 

He opened her phone without her permission and they needed to have a talk because only she was allowed to do that. 

“It’s that punk. He’s sad you couldn’t make it.” He looked at her with glaring eyes. “I thought you went out with him”

“I lied. I got beef by myself and then came home.”

He looked upset before laughing again. Then he reached over and flicked her on the forehead. 

“Ow what the hell!”

“I’m deleting his number” and she rolled over and pressed her naked body against him, not caring about whatever his name is. 

She felt his penis plump up after a moment of cuddling him naked, “Stop being so horny,  I’m tired now” she whined. 

He stroked her back before his hand trailed down to her butt. 

“This is all your fault” he answered before dragging her into a languid kiss and rolling on top of her.  “You pulled my safety pin, this is the result.” 

He exploded all night. 

[psychemeanscure]

PART 24 {Did I scare you from the previous part? 😌 sorry~🙈 It won’t be the ending though until you’ll see the word Fin. So yeah😉}

“Hide.”

“Hide, princess. Hide.”

“But appa----“

“Just run away now, Sung Eunyoung. Hide!”

A dawning nights of thunderous rains clattering through every roofs of homes, deafening silent dreams of solemnness. But not for the Sung Mansion. A panicking patriarch silently waking up a clueless young daughter who is just peacefully sleeping. Rubbing an eye from its sleepy mien.

“Appa?”

Her soft voice which only responded by a hush. Confused, yet just enough to get terrified after hearing the sturdy banging behind her bedroom door. Sleepiness instantly vanished. “W-what’s happening, appa?”

Fear came upon the young self. For there she is, being obliged to go down a secret basement of the bedroom her architect father built just for her. A secret passage through their gates exit. Then again she pushed to peek and witness everything and she did for there it is, men in black surrounding his blooded father and the merciless leader she can never forget.

~

“Hide.”

“Hide, Jang Taeyoung!!”

But it was him. It was his name she keeps on uttering now. She on the dirt of soil and scratches, pouring tears of fear. It became a routine of her consciousness. The day she witnessed her father’s death and how it changed into seeing Jang Taeyoung’s blooded one. 3 years. Three years had passed but she can still remember it clearly. Dreams that was once occupied by her father is with his added. The once revenge she aimed is her today’s anguished.

Afraid that someone might see her with a shattering state, she quickly went inside the bathroom and approach the nearest sink. Washing out the remarks of her endless tears. She dreamt of him again. It was a nap but it always feels like forever.  

She cannot forget how she left him even after being saved. Neither did she ask about him ever if he could have been alive or not? She wouldn’t know for she felt guilty all of a sudden that leaving is the only thing she can think of to repent her faults.

She blamed herself and she is still now. Her name was on run back then anyway so fleeing is the most sensible reason to escape. She shamelessly saved her own in the end. A total bitch she agrees.        

“There you ar----“

“Hey!”

She was startled. A person who has no decency for privacy opens the door. “Do you really can’t control that attitude of yours? Dios mío.” She hated it. She hated when even just a small gesture from others, she can remember him. Massaging her temple, she asked. “What is this time?”

“My bad, amiga but I haven’t seen you around your desk. So I suppose you’re here, I can’t never be wrong indeed. You cried again? Jeez. What’s really in that nightmares of yours that it keeps haunting you. Are you a runaway bride or something?”

And yes, they’re talking in Spanish. The nosy questions coming from the nosy mouth of the other that she needed to butt in, facing the latter with irritation. A hand resting on the sink while the free one on the waist. “Judy, if you’re running out of stories to tell, will you please exclude my private ones and shut up? Cut the chase por favor.”   

Judy who’s racing her arms to surrender, defended herself. “Okay, okay. Relax, will you? As I was saying, I came to your desk to put the files you requested about the incoming book fair this week.”

Instantly, her mood brightens up as she had been reminded about the program which proceeds will be a much help for the orphanage they are rendering. Checking each files with anticipation. “You like that?”

“Very.”

She’s all smiles from ear to ear that Judy can’t help but wonder. “Know what? If you really love kids, then make your own. I feel pity for your genes. Heck, if only I’ve been blessed with that kind of face I think I’m already sleeping with tons of Michael Angelo now.”

Rolling her eyes, she countered. “You, and your mouth, Judy. Did I ever say, I won’t? Spare me, please!”

“Oh yeah? Like how you intentionally dump all your admirers? What a great excuse from you, amiga.”

“Shut up, will you? Tss.”

“Whatever. Anyway, speaking of. The kids just arrive, waiting for your presence already.”

Judy reminds as it was also enough for her to be left on her own as Sung Eunyoung hurriedly went out without further ado. Sighing for being betrayed, she followed instead.

“Profesora!!”

The harmonic chimes of the children as they surrounded her with hugs and kisses as she bent over them. Stroking their hair with tender greetings. “How are you, mi estudiantes?”

“Great! Very great! Yes, we are. We miss you.”

For she has been bombarded with various answers she cannot dare to ignore.

Gone the business venturer her as she is only an ordinary lecturer now. Simply sitting by a tree as she tells tales to what she considered her children. Filling the empty space in her. “Hey, have you heard?”

Judy bringing back its nosiness once again right after she ask her students for a drawing class. Frowning, she faced her co-worker. “Again, Judy? Can you at least zip that blabber mouth of yours just for a day?”

“Hey! That’s too harsh of you.”

“Why? Isn’t it true?”

“Jeez. Your frankness in its finest. Well, let me tell you amiga. It’s a fact this time. Try me.”

She can only shake her head as the former continues her gathered information anyway. Little she knew a piece of it will rise a hidden hopefulness in her. “Russian.”

“I heard a Russian clan takes a big part of sponsoring our book fair. The Oblonsky even donated a number for the orphanage. Books, shelter, name it all. It was said that a Korean man will actually turn as their representative. A Russian elite entrusting an Asian man? How peculiar, right?”

She can only respond a stutter. “W-who’s clan did you say it is?”

“The Oblonsky. And you know what’s more enthralling?” She stilled. As she turned to her unbothered companion who’s still delighted by its own story. Right then, Judy leans for a whisper as if afraid to share it to anyone but her. “A dear acquaintance of mine said this damn representative has a figure of a perfect hottie, amiga. Oh my, how I can picture and meet this mysterious man of my dreams.”      

The robust daydreaming of it which just left unheard on her for the only thought running through her mind was the information bestowed upon that she needed to leave the off-guard Judy who’s continuously calling her name from afar. She has to confirm it and if meeting him is the only answer, then be it. Pulling out her phone before stepping in her car, she decided.

“Where are you?”  

~

Fidgeting her nails for waiting, she can’t attain anymore. The Russian Oblonsky clan or better well said the elite mafia gang who saved her foster parents from being hostage back then. The one she just knew he sought for help. Plus, that Korean man. “Dammit.”

She can only curse as everything just gets worse for her to absorb. Brushing her face as she didn’t notice the arrival of the person she contacted who’s now sitting across her. “What’s with that low face that makes you grumpy s---“

“Tell me what happened to him.”

Left confused, the person answers her anyway. “What? Who are you talking about?”

“The f*cking info you knew about him. Tell me all, now!”

Finally interpreted what she meant. He can only bulge his eyes from crunching. “Are you talking about brother? Finally, sis?”

She can only be silent for admitting. “J-just… just give it to me, Zilo.”

Zilo. Yes, she’s indeed meeting the Zilo Alcaziar who killed his own father. The unexpected savior they didn’t saw coming. Thus the seriousness between them came as the introduction of their subject reopened. “Will you believe me if I say he’s dead?”

A sting inside her broke as her skin shivered with disbelief.

“D-don’t… Don’t play with me, Zilo…”

But Zilo just led his head to look down. “Right... How can you trust a person who once harmed you?” He really means it, she can tell. “He vanished.”

“W-what?”

“That’s what I assumed at first when I went back to the scene as the authorities keeps searching for his body. I thought some of his men may have manage to escape their boss. To be honest, I do not actually know the real thing happened to brother but seeing how they found evidences of his death, I can’t help but realize the possibility sis. Believe me, I trie---“

“Stop.”    

She needed to stop him before her heart will explode from hurting further. She had foreseen it, she just tried to ignore that it’s not. Hearing it makes her regret asking even as the sorrowful face of Zilo takes in. “I’m sorry…”

Seeing his downgrade stance, she can only sigh from its remorse. She can’t deny, she felt sorry for him as well. “As much as I thank you, I still hate you though.”

“I know. If only I reach in time, I could have save you both sis. Fath—could haven’t got the chance to slip and pull the trigger. I’m really sorry, I really do.” It was as if an unspoken secret from a box revealed its bits for the last time as his whispering apologies continues. Suppressing a drop of tear on her eye, she chooses to glance the shore by the window glass beside them.

“Forget it. It’s all in the past anyway. It’s not like we can bring back the time and change it.”

She thought three years could have been enough to heal her wounded soul but just a simple brought out, the facades breaking so easily. Silence visited once again. “You know what, Zil?” before she initiated to break it, turning to face him who’s as well looking by the shore like she does. “Hm?”

“I still wonder why you shot your own father. I do learn that you’re somehow fighting against him, but to save us? I can’t seem to search for a reason.”

His eyes never left the shore as he speaks. “It’s because it reminded me of how he killed my own mother.”  

All she could do then, is listen. “I almost forgot about it, you know. The warmth. The warmth he stole from me when I was a kid. And brother… A younger brother he never had. Just like that, a mere phrase he simply pulled back for me. I thank him for that, and for the nth time, I’m really sorry. For everything. For you. For being a dimwit, for being too late. I really am, sis.”  

Sincerity. For the first time she felt it from him. She may have not known what happened between him and Jang Taeyoung before the incident. Yet one thing’s for sure. Her loco, did a good job. “And I have forgiven you for that. Remember it now, Zilo.”

Giving him a small smile, she intended to light their atmosphere and she did as she was reciprocated by its own smile when finally turning to her. “Alright! So much for the drama. Shall we just order our food now?”

~

Clatters from the utensils can only be heard as they chew their own food when Zilo happens to thought of something. “Sis?”

“Yes?”

“I know this is too much for me to ask, but have you…uhm--- nah, it’s nothing.”

Sensing his hesitation, she obliged him. “Just say it, Zilo.”

Clearing a throat, he had no choice but to push. “Well, w-what I mean was that… perhaps, are you waiting for him? Brother?”

She was halt from her actions then as she was staring to her food, keeping to tap the spoon’s tip on her plate. “What makes you think I am?”

“Because I do think you are. You have been a transparent lioness easy to read ever since you lost him, sis that before you knew your once intricacy became your vulnerability.  That what you are today. You just failed to notice it.”                

She can never be as silent as she is right now indeed.

Leaning by the backrest of his seat, Zilo can see right through her. “So you’re really waiting for him, huh?”

‘Am I?’

She thought for herself.

[keepcalm-and-beyou]

Machine Gun Kelly(Colson Baker)

Breaking up with Kells PART 2:

PART

~(Kells POV)~

“Hit that, maybe it will brighten up your day” my boy whiz says passing me some good weed smoke. “Oh fuck yeah” I take the blunt having a long puff from it. “Been one of those fucked up months ya know what I’m saying” I tell him. Whiz nods understanding. I don’t even hide the fact I’m pretty fucked up over mine and Y/N’s break up. Shit all I do is smoke weed, do drugs, drink and sleep. It’s about 4pm and I just woke up thanks to Slim barging in my room telling me whiz is here and to come down for a wake n bake. And I’m not one to pass up on weed.

“Yo man you gonna put on real clothes today or it is another rob and boxers kinda day?” Asks Rook looking at me and the way he’s looking pisses me off. Looks like judgmental like as if I ain’t going through some shit. “Yo fuck you dude” I spit out. Standing up going to grab a bottle of whiskey taking a couple swings. “Bro you gotta chill” Slim spoke. “Hey man come sit with us smoke some more” whiz offers. “Nah I’m good” I respond wanting to chug the bottle back and crash out. Fuck being around people that don’t get it or just pitty me. So I chug more whisky feeling the burn in my throat. I walk away going to my room while hugging the booze bottle. “Kells come on man” Slim yells .

I drank a lot more this month without Y/N had been fucking torture on my mind body and fucking soul. This will only keep going on the torture it will keep on forever without her. My dumbass decided to go through one of my phones seeing old pictures of Y/N missing her so much it’s gonna kill me. With every breath I take I miss her. Clicking on a video I took of her.

we were going to the beach. She felt insecure about her bikini choice and I was telling her how beautiful she is and sexy in it as she stood there smiling and laughing.

This here had to make me mad. It triggered bad emotions. Tossing my phone to my bed and throwing the bottle of booze to my wall. Watching as glass hit the floor. Beefier I knew it Slim and Rook were in my room looking shocked asking if I was okay. “You can’t keep doing this shit bro” Slim says shaking his head at the mess. I stand there not knowing what to do, clean the mess or drink more, maybe smoke more. I grab a towel throwing it on the floor to cover the glass and booze. The guys stay still in one stop but following with their heads every moment I make. I took my pre rolled joint from my nightstand sitting on my bed reaching for my lighter. “Ima smoke this and crash” i tell the boys and light my joint. They nod leaving.

“We gotta help him” Slim tells Rook. “Yeah How nothing has worked he won’t even look at another girl” Rook responds. “We need Y/N, HE needs Y/N” Slim says.

~(Y/N POV)~

It’s been a month sense my breakup and yes I still hurt behind closed doors that is. But to the world I’m fine heck I’m Perfectly fine. I was out often doing things with my bestie Bella. We’d go to the beach, pool parties, shopping, and movies. I’ve even managed to snag some minor rolls in films like the ones Bella stars in. We were constantly together basically living with one and another. Bella has been the best I fucking love that girl.

Today we are going to a carnival with a couple of our girlfriends. The carnival is by the beach. There’s restaurants and all the rides and booths will be in a huge lot. Bella being her self loving social media snaps some cute pictures of me and her posting them on Instagram and Snapchat before we drove off.

“Bitch this is gonna be fun af” Bella sticks her tongue out to me. I smile at my gorgeous bestie “Well we are the life of the party”. “Oh maybe we’ll find some hottie with a beach bod body”Bella cheers. “Oh gosh” I roll my eyes. We turned up the music because what’s a drive without dope tunes. Parents by Yungblud played through the car speakers us girls sang along.

“Omg Y/N you should hook up with him” Bella says confusing me “hook up with who?” “Yungblud duh he totally has thing for you I know for a fact” she smiles. My eyes widen at this crazy girl. “ Bitch please he’s friends with my ex?” I laugh. “Duh perfect payback” she smirks. “Oh jeez Bells your evil” I laugh. “You just don’t have the lady balls” she laughs. “Maybe I’m not fully over Kells yet” I respond. “Rebounds are perfect for that” Bella Chimes in. I shake my head at her and her craziness.

Finally at the carnival we all get out the car fixing our hair and clothes. “So ladies where to first?” I ask eyeing my girls. “Well me and Dani definitely wants snacks” Halston our friend speaks for her and our friend Dani. “And we’ll be at the Ferris wheel” Bella grans my hand as we walk on. “Let’s get it girl” Bella smiles while we go onto the ride. “If I look like I’m falling out this thing by all means save me or jump to” I chuckle. She laughs. The ride goes on and we both yell “woohoo” then laugh together. We get off the ride needing a drink so we found a food cart grabbing two waters for us.

“Hey Y/N” someone says from behind me clearing there throat. I turn right around hearing the familiar voice eyes wide. “Can we talk please” Slim asks me. I think for a moment “uh she’s busy” Bella butts in. “I think she can spare a couple minutes” Rook said annoyed with Bella. “Not for you guys” she smirks putting a hand on her hip. “It’s okay bells I got this give us a minute” I tell her. She nods walking not to far from us.

“What do you want” i lightly demand crossing my arms over my chest. “He’s a wreck, a real mess” Slim starts “not my problem sweetie” I remark with sass. “Please Y/N just listen” Rook says and I roll my eyes. “Why should I?” I ask raising my left eyebrow. “Cuz Kells misses you, he loves you, and needs you” Slim says.

“No Ew, he can keep the hoe he was sucking face with” I chuckle. “Y/N I wouldn’t lie to you, you know that right” Slim tries convincing me more. I stand tall arms crossed eyebrow raised as high as it will go. “He didn’t cheat” Slim continues and I only scoff at that. “She kissed him, she was hitting on him he told her off and she kissed him anyways, and you only saw the last part” he adds. “What’s done is done” I say shrugging. “It’s the truth okay he even cut her loose from the track the second he saw her after what happened” Rook decided to speak.

“He’s drinking like an alcoholic, abuses his drugs, sleeps for hours as long as he ain’t busy getting fucked up, and his temper is crazy the fucker like a ticking time bomb. He gonna need some mental help or YOU” Slim goes on. “And he rather have YOU” rook adds. “He wants and needs his beautiful understanding girlfriend” Slim smiles at me. “He’s just a fucking major mess without you, and he doesn’t deserve to be that way” Rook looks down. “Call him text him phone come over something girl” Slim begs. “I gotta go boys have a nice day” i say walking to Bella. “Finally girl” she jumps up. “Come on bitch” I link our arms walking around.

By the time I’m back home my mind is filled with memories of Colson and Every word slim and rook has said. Should I believe it? Should I talk to him? If I did talk to him what way should I do it?.. My head hurts from this shit. I make my self a drink and sit on my couch contemplating life.

*Knock Knock* “Is he here?” I ask starring at Slim, He smiles nodding “Yeah he’s in his room, might be sleeping” he tells me. I nod walking through the door way and making me way upstairs. All sort of nerves ruining through my body and mind, sweaty palms and sick feeling in my stomach.

*Knock Knock* “Fuck Off” I hear Colson grumble. I sigh turning the doorknob slowly opening it “Kells?” I squeak out turning his light on. And there he was beautiful him yet looking awful like a torture lost puppy, why must he be so cute.

He stairs in disbelief like I’m a dream like it’s magical having me here. I take in a shaky breath “Hi” squeak again. He blinks few times and runs his eyes from the sleep in them. “What, why-why are you here?” His voice comes out raspy. “I think I need to hear something” i respond. “Hear what?” He asks confused. And grabs a joint from his nightstand lighting it. “The truth Kells, I need the truth, the cold hard truth or sweet kind truth whatever it may be I need it” I share the words that fastly come to mind.

I take slow steps to him sitting on his bed next to him. He passes me the joint I take it having a couple puffs trying to clam my self. “The truth can set us free or maybe we’ll see” i rhyme some wise words and pass him the joint back.

“I told you the truth Y/N” he lets out sounding hurt. It kills me hearing that hurtness. “Please tell me again what happened right before I walked in that studio” I beg. He turns to me his eyes look misty only making me wanna cry to. But I can’t I won’t not here. “She kissed me.. she was hitting on me I wasn’t down down, I had you” he stops talking getting more emotional for a second And I look down biting my lip. “She kissed me anyways and that’s when you came it” he finishes. I nod.

“Okay. Thank you for the truth, I’m sorry I couldn’t believe you before” I say holding in all emotions not knowing what now?. He told me truth nothing more. I got up “I guess I’ll let you go back to sleep” I speak lowly.

“I love you” he speaks fast. He got up looking like that damn wounded puppy. “I’m sorry that ever happened, I wish I could go in time to change it, I’m sorry you were hurt, I wish I never agreed to work with her, I miss you, I fucking need you” speaking fast again his words sounding desperate.

He takes one big step to me standing close startling me when he grabbed my face eyes locked onto my wide ones. “I’ll do anything for us to be us again, even though it was a misunderstanding I’ll do whatever it takes for you to trust me again.” Eyes of his searching mine. “I. Need. You” he speaks just above a whisper.

Oh gosh no no no this ain’t happening NOW my Brian yells at me for the Tears coming out of my eyes. Colson looks at me even more saddened at my tears, he moves his hands to wipe them away while saying “ I need you” again to me. I let out a small whimper And Colson puts his lips to mine kissing me making the sad sounds come to a stop. I wrap my arms around his neck he hold my waist helping me reach his height. I missed those lips and his everything. “I love you and need you too” i whisper. “You have no idea how much I missed you” he smiles. “When was the last time you showered or cleaned” i laugh looking around his room. He chucked “ive been a mess”.

[peter-parkouuuur]

Chapter 9: Stark Party Part 1 (Spider-boy - Peter Parker x Stark!Reader)

I AM SO SORRY FOR POSTING THIS CHAPTER SUPER LATE! I watched Infinity War last week and it reminded that I have a story to finish! 

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13

A brief backgrounder: The story ended with Y/n helping Peter with his wounds after defeating the Vulture. Also, Y/n Stark’s birthday.

Enjoy! Don’t forget to hit like hihi! I’ll try to update earlier now! *Hopefully*

Good morning, Upper East Siders, here’s what you recently missed on Stark & The UES Society;

Upper West Sider Derick Thompson finally finds himself a girlfriend from Spence. The Collegiate boy has officially moved on from his Nightingale-Bamford sweetheart and decided to take on the girls from the Red Door. Who’s the lucky girl, D?

Spotted: Denise Martin-Blanchard arriving at the Stark Residences with the youngest Stark, Eloise. We hear the eldest Stark, Nico is also arriving for Y/n Stark’s special day.

We hear Lacrosse Captain, Teddy Vanderbilt is making a move on the Stark princess, Y/n and she is just as smitten. Will we be able to spot the golden couple at her birthday celebration at the Palm Court? We’ll have to see it for ourselves.

Y/n finds herself in the middle of a debate over brunch at the Stark penthouse, on her birthday. Tony Stark and her mother are once again at each other’s throats, discussing Y/n’s Stark internship and her mother’s worrisomeness of getting hurt in the process.

“Tony! I do not want my daughter to get caught up in this Avengers nonsense! Spare her from all the hero action. I just don’t want to see her get hurt.” Denise, Y/n’s mother, states.

“She’s not going to get hurt, Denise! She’s fine. Believe me when I say that I will do everything in my power to protect Y/n, even if it means giving up my life, damn it!” Tony admonishes.

“Dad, don’t say things like that.” Y/n grumbles, knowing that the last time Tony got involved with the Avengers, he had to fight Steve Rogers, a man he considered a friend.

“Honey, I love you more than words. You’re happy here in New York with me, right? Do you want to go back to France with your mom and that snooty new husband of hers?” Tony hisses.

“Watch your mouth, Tony.” Denise threatens.

“Make me!” Tony shouts.

“STOP IT!” Y/n stands up from her seat.

“I love you both.... well, I love dad more... but, enough! I like it here in New York and I don’t want to hear any more of this on my birthday. Now, the two of your work things out. In the meantime, Helena and I are going to take a walk in the park.” Y/n throws her dinner napkin on the table and storms out of the dining room.

Y/n: Here @ Central Park. U coming? x

Peter: Will (literally) swing by! Xx

Y/n: Alright! See you xx

Helena and Y/n are walking around Central Park when she hears someone call her name. Y/n turns around to see Ted Vanderbilt running towards her.

“Hi, Ted! What are you doing here?” Y/n asks.

“Well, I run around the park every morning on weekends. Happy Birthday by the way! What are you doing here as well?” Ted pulls his earphones off and walks beside Y/n and Helena.

“Thanks! And uhhh... My parents are having a row and I just wanted to get out before they both explode in anger.” Y/n answers.

“Oh yeah! Your mom lives in France, while you and your brother live here right? Your mom must be pretty lonely there in the city of lights with just her and her new husband.” Ted states.

Oh, she can handle herself just fine. It’s my little sister Eloise and my step-dad I’m worried about. They have to live with Cruela De Vil.” Y/n retorts.

Ted laughs at Y/n joke and y/n just giggles slightly.

“Care to share the joke?” Y/n hears Peter’s voice interrupt their brief laughter.

Y/n turns around to see Peter in his usual blue sweater, khaki pants, and Chuck Taylors.

“Peter! You’re here!” Y/n runs toward him before hugging him by the waist, ignoring Ted’s confused expression.

“Happy Birthday.” Peter whispers in y/n’s ear before giving her a kiss on the cheek.

‘Shit! Looks like I have no other choice but to finally introduce the two guys who currently vying for me. Although, everyone knows Peter is leading by a mile.’ Y/n thinks to herself.

“Oh, um... Peter, this is Ted Vanderbilt. Ted, this is Peter Parker.” Y/n introduces them to one another.

“Hi! Nice to meet you, man.” Peter puts his hand out and they shake hands awkwardly.

“Likewise... bro? Haven’t seen you before though. Which Ivy prep do you attend?” Ted inquires.

“Oh, I’m not from Manhattan. I go to Midtown High in Queens.” Peter answers.

“Peter actually works for my dad at Stark industries in his spare time. He’s a real tech geek.” Y/n adds.

“Nice! Well listen, I’d love to stay and chat but I have to run. I’ll see you at your party later?” Ted asks.

“Yeah of course! Bye Ted.” Y/n waves at Ted before he could jog away.

“He was.... nice.” Peter chuckles.

“He is nice. Too nice for my liking.” Y/n scrunches her nose in annoyance.

“Oh, so you prefer those bad boy types huh? I mean I don’t mean to brag, but Ned and I skipped school a couple of times.” Peter shrugs his shoulders.

“Let me guess, to build some kind of Star Wars lego action figure?” Y/n crosses her arms together.

“Damn. I shouldn’t have told you about our Star Wars addiction.” Peter curses.

“Miss Y/n, your father called and told me to bring you back to the penthouse.” Helena interrupts.

“But Peter just got here. 10 more minutes? Do you mind giving us a little private time?” Y/n asks her nanny.

“You want me to. leave you and Mr. Parker here while I head back to the penthouse?” Helena questions.

“Yes please.” Y/n pouts at her nanny.

Helena just smiles at Y/n and Peter before walking the other way.

Y/n intertwines her fingers with Peters and pulls him near a tree.

“Come on, Mr. Parker. You owe me a birthday kiss.” Y/n giggles, pushing Peter against a tree.

Peter smirks at Y/n eagerness before pressing his lips with hers. Peter wraps his arms around Y/n’s waist, her arms are wrapped around his neck as they kiss one another as if they haven’t seen each other in such a long time.

Peter pinches Y/n lightly by the waist, causing her to giggle, taking it as the go signal to stick his tongue in her mouth, their kisses getting more heated by the minute.

“I missed you this morning.” Y/n whispers against Peter’s lips.

“I’m sorry. I’m here now, aren’t I?” Peter pulls away and smiles at Y/n.

“Well then, you better continue making it up to me, Parker.” Y/n giggles before leaving kisses on the neck, lightly nipping across his throat, making way towards his earlobe, biting it slightly.

Peter, clearly new to the idea of making out with a girl (a girl he really likes), feels himself getting excited, he shuffles his body slightly.

Y/n feels herself getting more turned on by Peter’s awkwardness, being the first girl to make him feel this way. Y/n takes Peter’s hands and drags them slightly lower, just a few inches above her bum.

Peter feels more excited but then remembers that they are in public, well in a shaded area, but still in a public setting.

“You’re so cute, you know that?” Y/n pulls away from his neck and peppers kisses on his face.

“Way to ruin the mood, Stark.” Peter chuckles before kissing Y/n lightly on the lips again.

“I know our 10 minutes are up.” Y/n grumbles.

“You and Ned are going to be there right? The Palm Court at 8?” Y/n inquires.

“After you defiled me by this very tree, I have no choice but to go there.” Peter laughs.

“Good.” Y/n smiles up at him, lovingly.

“Come on, I better bring you back home, Miss Stark.” Peter holds Y/n hand and kisses her on the forehead.

THE PALM COURT, Plaza Hotel

The Palm Court is covered with Hawaiian pieces from flowers, to straw skirts, different colored shells, coconuts, pineapples, and everything else that one can relate to Hawaii. A Hawaiian band begins to play a smooth tune that settles the mood of the party.

Y/n is wearing a pastel yellow halter cocktail dress made by Denise Martin-Blanchard and a pale pink Ralph and Russo heels dipped in rose gold.

“I love what you’ve done to this place, Y/n. Totally feels like the Four Seasons Maui.” Eliza gasps, the moment she walks into the venue, followed by Tina and Maddie.

A staff offers the three of them Hawaiian leis around their necks.

“Don’t you just love it? It was actually my dad who suggested this theme.” Y/n states proudly.

The guests are mainly Y/n classmates from Spence, some of them are from the junior and senior class, friends from Nightingale-Bamford, Chapin & Dalton, some of Tony’s friends from work, and of course the whole Stark gang.

“Happy Birthday, beautiful.” Ted Vanderbilt wraps his arms around Y/n’s waist from behind, surprising her.

Eliza, Tina, and Maddie look at one another knowingly. Did they miss out on a gossip session or was this not planned?

“Hi, Ted! So glad you could make it.” Y/n smiles at the blonde hottie, her hands moving on top of his arms and slowly removes them from her waist.

‘This is the first time he’s ever hugged me like this. What’s his deal?’ Y/n thinks to herself.

 “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Ted beams at Y/n, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

“I have a surprise for you.” Ted puts out a Tiffany & Co box.

Y/n’s friends gasp.

“Oh my god... Ted.” Y/n sighs.

Meanwhile.....

“This is the coolest party I have ever been to.” Ned looks around and sighs in amazement.

“Welcome! Here are your leis. Please wear them at all times.” A staff member approaches Peter and Ned with Hawaiian leis being put around their necks.

“Thanks.” Peter smiles at the lady before she can walk away to entertain the other guests.

“What did you buy Y/n anyway?” Ned asks, looking down at the brown paper bag Peter was carrying.

“Oh... I found this cute little jewelry shop right outside our apartment building, so I decided to buy her a charm bracelet... It’s not much, it only cost me around 75 dollars. I bet her friends bought her designer shoes or something.” Peter replies, realizing that his gift totally sucked.

“I’m sure she’ll like it,” Ned assures his best friend.

“Oh hey look! There she is.” Ned says excitedly.

Peter sees Y/n from where Ned is pointing at. Y/n looks shocked at what Ted was holding. Peter notices the blue box instantly.

“Of course he bought her a gift from Tiffany’s,” Peter grumbles.

“Hey, dude! I’m just gonna go and get myself a coconut drink. I’ll catch up with you later.” Ned tells Peter before he can even protest.

Peter feels himself sinking deeper and deeper into oblivion. He feels completely and utterly humiliated.

‘How can I compete with a Vanderbilt? I’m sure his TIffany’s gift cost a fortune and it wouldn’t even hurt his trust fund.’ Peter thinks to himself. 

Before he realizes what he’s doing, he finds himself running away from the party scene, walking out the double doors of the Plaza.

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3.1 - A New Project!

Idolish Seven - Part 3, Chapter 3.1 For more Part 3 translations, click here!

Translation below the cut!

Tsukumo Ryou: You are my friend. I don't mind sparing Re:vale, and only Re:vale. But only if you'll strike a deal with me. Momo: ....... Tsukumo Ryou: Yuki can't live in such a tiny, confined world. But in my hands, I'll liquidate every last drop of him into money. Tsukumo Ryou: It's just as you said, Momo. He's a real hottie! You can use every bit of him, down to the bone-- just like high-quality livestock. You can make bags, shoes, soup, and even manure out of him. Tsukumo Ryou: So, what will you do? Momo: ....... Momo: ...You mentioned a deal? Tsukumo Ryou: That big-name will reveal the naked truth of Chiba Salon's existence. Tsukumo Ryou: That in itself is enough, but I want it to be a little more festive. Tsukumo Ryou: I want you to give me the raw voice recording of this confession from Chiba Shizuo's bastard child-- Nikaidou Yamato.

Nanase Riku: We're finally going to announce our first anniversary single during today's concert! Yotsuba Tamaki: I really love this song! I can't wait for everyone to hear it! Rokuya Nagi: Yes! It's a splendid song.... A splendid song that stays with you, in your heart. Izumi Mitsuki: We're finally gonna sing it in front of the fans! ......Oh? Where's Yamato-san?

Nikaidou Yamato: ......Like an artisan, like an artist. Entertainment, literature. Exaggeration, realism. Father, this is all your fault. Nikaidou Yamato: ......Find where you and your role intersect. Bring out the emotions common to both. And to find these emotions, search for similar relationships. Nikaidou Yamato: Never thought the stuff he told me in that house would come in handy........ Father, this is all your fault. Nikaidou Yamato: A perfectionist who was raised under his father's strict discipline, but had wasted away because of it. As for the reason why he killed his lovers and preserved them.... Was it for dominance? Was it out of rebellion? ......No-- it was because he was scared. Nikaidou Yamato: He was scared of parting ways with them. There was no way they'd love him even after finding out what he was really like. He was only able to show his true self and all of his weaknesses before corpses. Nikaidou Yamato: That's right....... There was nobody who'd continue to love him after finding out how ugly and grotesque he was inside. I'm sure they'd hate me too, those guys. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Nikaidou Yamato: He wants to be loved-- that’s why he's absolutely terrified of losing that love. ......Father, this is all your fault. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... It's all your fault. *click* Rokuya Nagi: Yamato! Hurry up! We're starting soon. Nikaidou Yamato: ...Got it. I'm coming.

Nanase Riku: Good evening! We'll be singing a new song for you all today! Audience: Kyaaaaa..... Nanase Riku: It's a special song, filled with a year's worth of our feelings-- "Sakura Message!" Audience: Kyaaaaa..... Izumi Iori: ......See? Everybody is smiling happily as they listen to Nanase-san sing. Izumi Iori: Nothing about this is sad. You were wrong, old man.

Ogami Banri: "Sakura Message" is selling great so far. Takanashi Tsumugi: It really is! All of the music stores have been putting out lots of CDs for sale. The lyricist contacted me just earlier too. Takanashi Tsumugi: She asked me how things were going post-release, and I told her that the single has been getting great reviews! (1) Ogami Banri: Their solo activities have been going well too, and MEZZO" has stabilized. It'd be nice if they all went on tour after releasing a couple more new songs. Takanashi Tsumugi: Zero Arena's renewal....... Things have been going wonderfully since then, and it's all thanks to that! Ogami Banri: Zero lost a lot of face due to the vandalism uproar, but now that's just another conversation topic. Now, let's keep on advancing forward!

Nanase Riku: "A Lovely Night with IDOLiSH7!" is getting a new project? Show Producer: Yep! Thus far, we've only had you guys help normal people out with challenges, but.... Show Producer: This time we wanna put IDOLiSH7 in the spotlight and have you guys challenge things instead. We've been getting lots of requests to see more of IDOLiSH7, after all. Show Producer: We're thinking about making it a documentary-style, weekly corner where viewers can catch up with you guys and watch your progress. Izumi Mitsuki: So we'll be doing the challenges this time, huh! Since it's gonna be a long-term project, I think we should pick something that can't be done super easily. Osaka Sougo: Re:vale did something similar as well, where they tried their hand at rōkyoku​. It was really interesting watching Yuki-san take on the shamisen. There were lots of tears and lots of laughter. (2) Rokuya Nagi: Hm...... If we want to make the viewers' hearts pound and have them on the edges of their seats, then we ought to venture into uncharted territory and try something we're all weak at. Osaka Sougo: What's something we're all bad at? Yotsuba Tamaki: I'm bad at studying. I hate it too. Izumi Iori: I'm good at it and happen to like it. Nanase Riku: I'm not good at being assertive towards girls.... Rokuya Nagi: I'm very good at that. Osaka Sougo: I don't think I'm very good at getting funny reactions out of people on variety shows. Izumi Mitsuki: I'm pretty used to doing that kind of stuff. You're funny too though, Sougo. Yotsuba Tamaki: ....... Now that I think about it, we kinda fill in the gaps for each other. Nanase Riku: You're right! That's amazing! Yay! Yotsuba Tamaki・Nanase Riku: Yay! Show Producer: Ahaha! See, that's one of the things that's really good about you guys, IDOLiSH7! It's really fun watching you all-- it just cheers me up! Show Producer: Everybody gets along so well, and you're all so lively! That's definitely your selling point, without a doubt. Izumi Mitsuki: We get along well, huh.... Yeah, I guess so. Nikaidou Yamato: ....... Show Producer: You've been awfully quiet today, Yamato-kun. Well, quiet isn't quite right. Kind of intense, I guess? Are you angry......? Nikaidou Yamato: Ah-- Not at all.... Yotsuba Tamaki: It's because you've been reading books on cannibals. That's why you look even scarier than usual. Hurry up and go read a book on nice ramen shop workers already. Nikaidou Yamato: There you go again. You just wanna eat ramen, don't you? Show Producer: Ahaha. Any opinions from you, as the leader? Nikaidou Yamato: How about something that'll make us fight a bit? Everyone likes that sorta stuff, right? Izumi Mitsuki: Hold up, Yamato-san. Couldn't you have phrased that a little better.... Rokuya Nagi: The more trouble we encounter, the more seriously we’ll tackle those problems. A plan like that will allow our friendship to shine through. That's what Yamato's idea was, in other words. Show Producer: I see. So we gotta get the viewers a little nervous in order to pull them in and grab their attention, huh. The harder everybody works, the better. Yotsuba Tamaki: How about instruments? Osaka Sougo: Instruments? Yotsuba Tamaki: Yeah. We usually just sing, but how about instruments? Izumi Mitsuki: Sounds hard, but that could be really interesting! We could do classical music, but also brass band or marching band! Nanase Riku: Making music together with something other than our voices sounds fun! I've always wanted to try playing an instrument! Izumi Iori: We'll be able to show our teamwork, which is a good thing. We could also use it during live performances for IDOLiSH7. Osaka Sougo: I want to try playing with everyone. I've had some experience with an instrument before, so I'll put that knowledge to use. Show Producer: There's tons of people learning how to play instruments right now, so let's go with this idea! We'll be giving it our all, and I look forward to working with you guys! Nanase Riku: Of course! We look forward to working with you too!

Nanase Riku: Performing with everyone sounds really fun! I wonder what kind of project it'll be? Nanase Riku: Well, I have time to kill, so I'll go shopping. Ah, the cakes at that shop look really good! Maybe I'll buy one for Manager! Inumaru Touma: ....... Nanase Riku: ......!? That person's crouching down....... Maybe he feels sick? Nanase Riku: Um, are you okay? Inumaru Touma: ....... Nanase Riku: He.... He was crying......? Nanase Riku: Huh...? Wait….... I feel like I've seen this person somewhere before.... 

To be continued....

TL Notes/comments:

I THOUGHT NEXT UPDATE WAS GONNA BE 27TH ISH BUT I THOUGHT WRONG AND NOW I AM A LOT BEHIND SCHEDULE, if they release next installment on the 17th, I’ll do my best to tl everything out so far before then!!! 

THANK YOU KURI FOR CATCHING MY STUPID TYPOS x999, and also for helping me work out a phrase (either in this part or the next one, idr)

(1) used 'she' as pronoun here because all 3 lyricists who have worked with i7/trg/re:v are all female! Or at least that’s my reasoning, idk if the in-story composers are different tho \o/ 

(2) Rōkyoku​ is Japanese narrative singing accompanied by a shamisen. Read more about it here! 

As usual, if you see any mistakes/mistranslations/etc, please message me!

Thank you for reading!!