#you guys are loud and vocal and i just want to hear you celebrate tonight

[rainswhenyouregone]

Speak Now girlies.....this is your moment

[ateez-amanda]

The Deal

Time: Late 2016

Summary: Two new friends come to agreement to help each other succeed as trainees

Disclaimers: mentions trainee struggles, self doubt, (let me know if i missed something)

a/n: i'm back guys!! here is a little scenario to celebrate my return. hope you guys like! feel free to comment. i love to hear what everyone thinks.💕

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Amanda glared at her low score from her vocal evaluations that had been mocking her since she got received it this morning. 

Since the few months after she joined KQ, she witnessed so many trainees improve immensely in just a matter of days.��Yet her own singing skills still remains the same as she did when she first auditioned.

Her voice was never anything special, it was her dancing that got her accepted into the company. But she knew it definitely wouldn’t guarantee her stay.

And it wasn’t like she wasn’t trying. Just like tonight she had spent long nights in the practice room trying to make even the slightest improvement but to no avail.

And the strict critique and pressure from her vocal coaches were not making it any better for her.

“Keep this up and you can kiss your dream of being an idol goodbye, Aera.” The vocal coach threatened in front of all the other trainees, hearing their snickers echo throughout the room, engulfing her. All she wanted to do was shrivel up and die right there and then. She despises this kind of unwanted attention. 

“You're already at a disadvantage with your visuals.” The vocal coach added more fire to the flames, attacking her skin tone.

She bit the inside of her cheek, inwardly praying that the tears that were pushing its way out of her eyes would not come until she was left alone.

An exhausted sigh escaped her lips after recalling dreadful events from this this morning. She gathered her belongings, deciding to call it a night after extensive hours of practice which only ended up straining her vocal cords. 

As she walked down the hallway, faint music playing from a distance could be heard. Each step she took the music got slightly louder, making her realize it was coming from the dance practice room. 

She glanced at her watch checking the time to see it was almost 2am. Most of the trainees left hours ago. She thought she would be the only one left. 

She quietly tiptoed towards the door, sneaking a peek through the glass door, catching a glimpse of her new friend, San, tirelessly and stumbly dancing along to the rhythm of the music.

She opened the door and entered the room as San stopped the music to take a break. He then went to grab his water bottle from his bag, only to groan when he realize it was empty.

Amanda smiled, unzipping her backpack to take out her water bottle. She silently walked up behind him, tapping his shoulder, “Here. Take mine.”

San whipped around while failing his arm around in surprise before stumbling over his feet onto the floor with a loud thud. Laughing her assed off she crouched down next to him. 

A pout formed onto his lips, “That was mean. You scared me half to death.” 

“Sorry.” She bit her lip attempting to stop her laugh from coming again but it won as it released from her mouth. She handed him the water bottle, sitting next to him.

He accepts the apology by taking the bottle and drinking some water, “I thought I was the only one here.” 

“I was going to sAy tHe saME tHinG.” Her voice crack midway from her dry throat. 

He chuckled, handing her water bottle back to her, “I think you need this more than me.”

She sheepishly snatched the bottle from him, mumbling her thanks. She chugged down the water, refreshing her throat.

“Were you practicing your vocals?” He asked as she nodded, handing back the bottle to him.

“However, I haven't been making much improvement. What about you?”

“Do you think I made any improvement?” He sarcastically asked, making her smile. His smile faded as he longingly stared at his water bottle, “Do you ever think of just giving up?”

“I can’t. I already pushed my parents hard to let me become an idol, they will kill me if i quit.” She playful replied as San softly laughed. This time she was the one staring down at the bottle “Honestly though, sometimes. You?”

“I do too.” San agreed before grinning, “But my parents will also kill me if I quit now.”

Being a trainee was way more competitive than she thought. And she usually doesn't mind some competition but it’s more rigorous and scarier. Everyone is waiting for someone to crumble to the pressure and fail, so they can swiftly sweep in to take over. 

“Quitting would be the easy way out. And I have too much to prove to give up easily.” The determination in her voice and the fire in her eyes showed off someone who was ready to put up a strong fight. It lit up a new courage into San.

“Do you mind doing me a favor?” He suddenly prompted, “Can you watch my video and give me some advice?” He held out his phone towards her with pleading eyes. Trainees are usually encouraged to record themselves whether it be vocals or dance in order to watch the video back and learn from it. 

“Only if you do the same for me?” She negotiated, tossing her phone to him.

“I don’t know if I’ll be any help.”

“I don’t know if I will be any to you either but any help is better than none at this point.”

“Good point.”

Both of them spent the next couple of minutes, fully concentrated on each recording, carefully examining each other skills.

Usually girls and boys train separately, so their dance lessons are significantly different. Luckily Amanda used to take dance classes for both girls and guys in the past and knew the different techniques so she was able to spot some challenges he faced.

He glanced over at the younger girl beside him, “So how was it?” He spotted the small shift in her facial expression of hesitation. “You can be honest with me.” 

If she is honest though it may hurt his feelings. If she were closer to him, her blunt personality would probably have told him the truth already. However, the two were still developing a friendship and she didn’t want to ruin it before it even started, especially since he was the first person who was actually kind to her.

But if she lied he wouldn’t know the truth and wouldn’t be able to progress, which is something she knew he wanted.

“You’re way too stiff. It’s like you're constricting yourself to in little box. And your facial expression just screams that you are only focused on the routine and not the emotion of the music.” She listed when she suddenly froze, realizing she was straightforwardly rambling negatives. 

She timidly glanced at him to assess his expression, only to connect with his sullen eyes. “But you do have the steps pretty much down. I didn't say it was impossible to improve.” She hastily reassured him before quietly mumbling, “I mean if I can do it so can you.” 

He raised his eyebrows, “What do you mean?”

She casually shrugged her shoulders, “It’s just that I struggled a lot when I was learning to dance. My legs weren’t the strongest to keep up with hard choreographies when I was younger. A lot of people gave up on me, but I’m here now. Living proof of the impossible.” She gestured to herself.

“So what did you do?”

“Just dance like it’s the last time you’ll ever dance. Put everything into it. Don't be afraid to exaggerate. I’ll show you.” She stood up and eyeballing him to follow her, “What do you feel when you listen to the song?”

San rubbed his chin, “Strong. Powerful. I guess.”

“Perfect. Let’s start with that. Show me your most powerful stance.” The older boy contemplated for a second before straightening his shoulders and positioning his hands on hip, “Not bad but your face doesn’t look that powerful.”

After a couple of minutes of nitpicking the dance steps and much fine tuning on San’s facial expression (although half of that time the two ended up making funny faces at each other), San eye’s gaze was now sharp and he emitted a dominating aura around him. 

“Now you just need to stop worrying about the steps. You have them down. Now focus a little more on expressing the song through the movements and your face.” Amanda went to start the music when she recognized the doubt in his eyes, “San. If you don’t believe me-”

“I do.” San confidently stated.

She smiled, “Then trust yourself. Ready?” 

San nodded as Amanda started the music. San began to move his body more confidently and easily flowed to the rhythm, alluding a potent and energetic energy. 

The music ended triggering Amanda to enthusiastically clap and cheer for him, “That was 10 times better than before.”

“You think?”

“Yes!!”

“Thank you!” San beamed, his dimples becoming visible, burying her in a friendly hug.

“Ew! You’re all sweaty and smelling! Get off me!” She playfully pushed him away.

He snuggled in even more, “Aw~ come on, you love it!”

“I really don’t.” She jokingly rolled her eyes with a sincere smile. She pulled out of the sweaty hug, “Okay, my turn now. What advice do you have for my singing?”

He pondered for a few seconds, “Your breathing technique is pretty good, but it makes sense since you’re a phenomenal dancer. Your pitch and tone is the problem.” San explained. “Let’s try something. Say one of the phrases where it feels a little constrained and pay attention to your jaw.” 

San pointed his finger towards the mirror in the room. Amanda followed his instruction and spoke the lyrics, 

“Notice how your jaw is more relaxed when you speak it compared to singing it.” He asked. She nodded. “Try to sing like that. Make sure your jaw doesn’t hang too low or higher.”

She attempted to sing the phrase, focusing on her jaw. Her voice sounded more mesmerizing and lovely then she had ever heard it before. Her eyes bulged out, “Oh my god! How?”

“Your jaw has an effect on your tone and pitch. There’s other tricks I have up my sleeve that can help you not sound like a robot.” San teased her with a smirk.

“And I have a lot of methods to polish your robotic dancing skills.” She mocked back.

“So shall we make a deal then? We help each other improve our skills so we can become the best idols ever.” He held out his hand.

“Deal.” She boldly shaked his hand.

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[checkingoutforheroes]

Natasha’s Birthday.

Pairing: Natasha x fem!reader

Words: 2786

Warning: None? I think.

Genre: Just fluffff. I PROMISE!

AU Notes: I suggest you listen to Uptown Girl by Westlife or Billy Joel while reading this💃🏻🕺🏻

Synopsys: Natasha is not happy to celebrate her own birthday party without her love life. Can Y/n make it?

              People starts filling the party area in the compound. Perks of being Tony Stark best friend, he will never miss any of your guy’s birthday. Party is a must! Natasha try to hid her sad and disappoint feeling on her own party but fail when Wanda can easily feel and read mind. 

             Y/n have been send to a week mission yesterday and there is no way she can come home. The team acknowledge that and tried their best to cheer their friend up. Thor arrived and Tony greet him. “Right on time, Point Break. Party about to start.” “I couldn’t miss the party. It’s birthday party, there must be a cake. How’s Natasha? I heard Y/n is on a mission.” The god of thunder asking his fellow Avengers. 

            Clint answer him while Tony ask Pepper to call Natasha and Wanda to come down. “This is a secret okay. Do not, any circumstances, tell Natasha this but Y/n is not on a ‘work’ mission.” Thor confuse “What do you mean?” “He means; Y/n is preparing a big surprise for Natasha. It’s more like a show for her. We all kind of have a part in it. Sorry you didn’t have time to rehearse with us.” Steve explaining to him and Thor just sip his drinks happily. “That’s okay. I like watching a show. We have them on Asgard too, when we celebrating something. Like this.”

             “And, done.” Wanda is doing Natasha’s hair and can’t help to hear her thought. ��Maybe Y/n will celebrate it with you when she’s back. I know it past your birthday but I also know she definitely celebrating it.” Natasha just smiling on her chair, looking at Wanda through the mirror in front of them. “You invading my privacy.”

           Wanda just giggle to answer to her mentor. “Well you’re not helping by thinking too loud. We all here for you tonight and I swear I can hear Thor already betting with someone, something about a drink?”

          “Thor’s here huh? He’s been away in space but still can manage to come visit his fellow Avengers birthday party. While Y/n was away in a silly mission.” Natasha fake a smile.

          “I understand if you want to strangle Fury right now but it’s time to go.” Someone knocking on the door and Pepper come in to get them. “Well, I’m here to invite this birthday girl to her own birthday party.” Natasha smile at her. “We are going. Let’s go.” Pepper nodding “Good idea. Because Thor is just a step away to get everybody drunk.”

             They can hear the music blasting when they reach to the floor. “I guess you’re the one who handling the guests invitation?” Natasha asking Pepper. “If I let Tony, he’ll invite the whole Manhattan.” “You know me so well now, Pepper.”

           Tony grabs the mic from the DJ and announce Natasha’s arrival. “Ladies and gentlemen, I announcing the arrival of our birthday girl for tonight, The Double Agent imposter.” The crowds go silent and only Tony and Thor are laughing. “I was just kidding. The lovely Natasha Romanoff!!” Now the crowds cheering loudly.

           The party goes smoothly as planned. Some of the guess already drunk, chatting with their friends, playing at the pool table, throwing darts and here they are, in a group, sitting in a lounge, chatting with the birthday girl. “I see there are 3 piles of presents.” Asked by the birthday girl.

“They are from your rich guests here, your fan clubs and your little fans.” Clint told her.

“That’s sweet.” She said and Steve notice something is not right. “What is it? You not like it?”

“I like it.”

“She’ll kill to be here but no choice.” Steve try to makes his friend feel better at her own birthday.

“I asked Fury for an exchange, me instead, but you know that old man.” Clint assure her.

           “Thank you for trying making me feel better. Well, the God is here. What more can I wish for right?” Natasha smile at Thor. “I apologize, I didn’t bring anything from Asgard. I’m from another course and drop by here but I have this humble drink for you.” Thor hand the drink in an antique and unique bottle to Natasha and she takes it. “Thanks! I could really use it now though.” Tony looks unsatisfied at Thor. “And you didn’t bring one for me?!” Pepper interject him “Thanks to that. You are already drunk even when you’re sober.” “I cannot disagree to that statement.” Sam jokes. Clint, Tony and Steve excuse themselves.

          Wanda immediately stops her from drinking that drink. “Why did you stop me?” She asked and Wanda told her to enjoy the party. “You can drink that later because you might want to enjoy your ‘not so boring’ party first. That drink is probably too strong you know, not made for human.” “Everybody else is probably drunk right now, I don’t see why I can’t.” “I can’t let you because-”

         Right on time the music play and Natasha turn her head so fast to the stage when she hears Y/n voice. “...that.” Wanda finishes her sentences. Turns out it’s not just you. There Steve on the keyboard, Clint on drum, Tony on bass guitar and Maria Hill on electric guitar. All wearing the same old S.H.I.E.L.D old uniform, sleeve rolling up. They all have microphone with them and singing as backup vocals as Y/n go lead.

          Uptown girl,

          She’s been living in her uptown world

          I bet she never had a backstreet guy

          I bet her mama never told her why

          I’m gonna try for an uptown girl  (Uptown girl…)

         She’s been living in her white, bright world (white, bright world…)

         As long as anyone with the hot blood can (hot blood can…)

         And now she’s lookin’ for a downtown man (downtown man…)

         That’s what I am

         Her green eyes sparkles bright enough to light up the room when she sees you on stage singing the classic Uptown Girl. She turns to Wanda and Pepper asking whether it is really Y/n or a hologram. “Is that?” Wanda smiles wide and nods. “Yes, that’s Y/n.” Pepper add “I kill Tony myself if that is screen recording or hologram.”

              And when she knows

              What she wants

              From her time

             And when she wake up

             And make up

             Her mind

            She’ll see I’m not so tough (duet with Steve)

            Just because

            I’m in love with an uptown girl  (uptown girl)

           You know I see her in her uptown world (uptown world)

           She’s getting tired of her high class toys (high class toys)

           And all her presents from her

           Uptown boys  (uptown boys)

          She’s got a choice.

          Oh oh oh oh oh oh

          Oh oh oh oh oh oh

           Fury come out of nowhere “It is so awkward to see The Avengers singing. And dancing. Maybe not for Captain America.” Natasha turns to see Fury. “Nick. Is this part of your plan too?” He smiles “How can I not? She’s been begging me for the last two months to not give any of you a mission specifically on this day. It’s worth it.”

Natasha chuckles, out of words. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Fury turns over and showing Natasha’s family. Yes, her family. Alexi, Melina and her little sister Yelena.

Wanda whisper at Natasha’s ear “They are real too.” She nods at Natasha “Go.”

           Thor walks towards Wanda and Fury. “I’ve never seen her smiling that big.” Pepper and Wanda looking at her greeting her family. “Me too.”

          “Such a noble thing you did.” Thor said to Fury and he just smiling. Natasha brings her family to introduce to Wanda, Thor and Pepper. They continue watching the show and Wanda pulls Natasha’s hand when Y/n calling them to come up the stage. “Let’s go. All of us. The band need us.” Pepper let Natasha’s family walks first. Wanda presenting Natasha and let Y/n takes her hand. She goes next to Steve, Pepper next to Tony, Thor doing silly dance next to Maria and be silly together while her family enjoying with all of them near Clint.

             Uptown girl

             You know I can’t afford to buy her pearl

             But maybe when my ship comes in

             She’ll understand what kind of guy I’ve been

             And then I win.

Y/n put her hand out for Natasha to take and walking on the stage. Que for her walking. Luckily Natasha play along.

             And when she’s walking

             She’s looking so fine

             And when she’s talking

             She’s say that she’s mine

Y/n pass her to her family and jog towards Tony.

             She’ll say I’m not so tough (duet with Tony)

             Just because

             I’m in love with an uptown girl  (oohhh)

             She’s been living in her white, bread world (oohhh)

             As long as anyone with a hot blood can (ooohhh)

             And now she’s looking for a downtown man (oohhh)

             That’s what I am

             Oh oh oh oh

             Oh oh oh oh

             While the rest of them singing the ‘Oh’ parts, you Y/n whisper to Natasha. “You know the next part. You’ve seen the video.” Natasha shyly looking at her family and friends until Yelena yells “Go! This is one in a lifetime chances.” Natasha looks at Y/n, her smile still plastering at her beautiful face. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because I love you. Dance with me.” The music continues playing even they stop playing the instruments to gather around just like they practiced. Tony already set the music with Friday and it knows the queue.

             Uptown girl  (uptown girl)

             She’s my uptown girl

             You know I’m in love

             With an uptown girl  (uptown girl)

             My uptown girl

            You know I’m in love

             With a birthday girl  (uptown girl)

            She’s my birthday girl

            You know I’m in love

            With an uptown girl  (uptown girl)

             My uptown girl….

            They let their friend finish that song. Everybody enjoying the moment and each of them have biggest smile on their faces. Even Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D himself. It’s weird but yes, he is smiling. Y/n and Natasha go hugs their friends and family. Y/n stops at Natasha’s family while she’s with Steve and Maria at the other end.

“I know I just met you, but I already like you Y/n.” Melina says to Y/n and Alexi continue. “It’s hard to see her smile like that. Not even when she’s a kid.”

“Take a good care of my sister. I trust you.” Yelena said.

“She doesn’t even trust me! Her father.” Alexi said and Yelena jus rolling her eyes.

            Y/n look at them with hope and grateful in her eyes. “Thank you, for allowing me to marry your daughter, sister. I promise I’ll take care of her.” Yelena sees her sister coming toward them “What are you waiting for? Go put the ring on her finger, in-law.” Y/n smiles big at Yelena’s as she called her sister in-law.

             The crowds getting quiet when Tony put a ‘silent’ sign on the screen above them while the other screen focus on Y/n and Natasha without they even notice. Secretly Tony recording the whole thing since the beginning and make the whole documentary out of it. Y/n surely need to thank him.

             “Happy birthday, Natasha. You, look so, d.. divine. Tonight.” Y/n nervously said to her soon to be fiancé. Hopefully.

              “You sound nervous. You’ve been singing, dancing in front of hundreds people in this room and you’re nervous to praise me?” Natasha cupping your cheek with her right hand. Y/n pull her hand down and Natasha’s sensing something is wrong. “Y/n. What’s wrong?” They didn’t notice that all of The Avengers slowly moves behind Y/n. Even Y/n doesn’t know this part. It was Wanda’s idea. They all get down on their knee when Y/n is on her knee.

              “You’re right. I am nervous, now. I’m speechless. Over the edge, I’m breathless. I understand if… I understand...” Y/n is so nervous and let out a long sigh before looking at Natasha’s family behind her. They all nodding at Y/n. Y/n take a deep breath and pull out a red velvet box that have a diamond engagement ring from her pocket. Y/n get down on her knee.

              To be honest, Natasha is also nervous and shock, mix with happy and overwhelm when she sees not just Y/n who down on one knee but the whole Avengers. Her second family, also bending their knee but she keeps her composure. Y/n turns to see where Natasha’s looking and almost let out tears when she sees them. 

              They both looking eye to eye and Y/n starts talking. “You know how terrible I am with words when I’m nervous. That’s why I’m so bad at espionage. You are the most solid, nothing to solidify. Calm and collected. We avenge together, we mess up together. You know I love you, right? Natasha Romanoff, will you accept my proposal?” Wanda hissing and whisper directly to you from her place “Pssstt… Will you marry me. Will. You. Marry. Me.” Your eyes still lock on Natasha astonishing green eyes. “Sorry. Umm... Will you marry me?”

              “We drive each other mad, but what is love with no pain and suffer.” The whole room is so quiet that they can only listen to their own heart beats. “To you, I’ve never lied. For you, I’d take a life. I swear.” Natasha said eyes still on each other. “Your answer is…….?” Y/n gulp and Natasha smile. “Yes. I’ll marry you, my favorite Avengers.”

              Y/n get up from the floor and hug Natasha a little too strong because why not? She’s over the moon right now. Before Natasha kiss her new fiancé, Y/n turn around and runs to her friends. “SHE SAID YES GUYS! She said the big YES!!”

Pepper stops Y/n. “Y/n, have you kiss her yet?”

“I did hug her.”

They all yell “KISS HER!!” You run towards Natasha and kiss her. “I’m sorry I forget to kiss you. I’m so excited! Can I kiss you now?” Natasha giggles “You’ve never ask my permission before.” Y/n kiss Natasha in front of her family and they awkwardly watch especially Yelena.

“Are you sure she’s an Avenger? Not from any circus camp?” Yelena looking at her sister.

“No.” Natasha let out a small laugh. “No? Are you sure? Yes? No? ” “No…” “Okay if you’re sure, because I want you to be happy.” The sisters hug each other for a while meanwhile Y/n and Wanda hold each other hand jumping up and down like children get what they wish for as Christmas present.  “she said Yes Wanda. I’m getting marry.” “Yes you’re getting marry.”  

“Natasha.” Melina caught her attention. “I’m proud of you. We, all proud of you. You’ve grown to be an incredible woman Natasha.”

“Looooonggg way from Ohio.” Yelena smiles. “I’ll never forget Ohio.” Natasha told he sister.

“She’s a good person, Natasha.” Alexi caught her attention. Seriousness shown on his face, he continues. “She did asked us for our blessing.” “She did what?” Now its her turn to be serious.

“She asked for our blessing. To marry you.”

“Y/n asked for your blessing?”

“Yes. I know! I can’t believe it too until I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Hah! You’re marrying a vintage.” Yelena laugh at her sister. “Mom, almost take her down with sniper.”

Natasha look sternly at Melina “Almost! Okay! Almost. I didn’t because she came unarms. Not even a swish blade.” Melina clearing the situation.

“She came to you guys? When?” Natasha asked her family.

“Yeah. Alone. Last month. Why?” Alexi asks her daughter.

“I thought Fury brought you guys here. I never told her where do you live. Only Fury knows, based on my file details.”

“She did break into Maria Hill’s personal computer just to find your original file. No one ever know that you and Barton had an original file. Somehow, she did. She’s a catch Romanoff.” Fury came behind her.

“Thank you.” Natasha at him.

“I have to go. It broke my heart to see the Avengers jumping like that.” He looks at the Avengers. “Lighten up, Fury. Let her have a moment.” Natasha said. “You better tell your fiancé not to break any S.H.I.E.L.D files or computers ever again. I’m watching.” He nods at her family and walks away. The family joins The Avengers drinking and chatting. Natasha greeted by Y/n and put her arm around Y/n neck.

“Hey you.” Y/n smiles.

“Hey fiancé.” Natasha smirking seductively at Y/n.

“Fiancé. Huh, I’d like that.”

“Wait until I call you my wife.”

“I’ll love that.”

Tony snap their picture and post it on instagram and twiter. The news travel so fast and the whole world are happy for them. Who doesn’t get excited. Two of earth mightiest heroes are engaged to each other. Their phones are blown off with calls, notification, texts, emails from fans, reporters, sponsors, government, agencies this, that. All of those are for congratulate the couple.  

[on-maars]

The Castle Operation

Alright I posted it on AO3 like one hour ago and I’m already overwhelmed by the comments you guys are crazy but I’m so grateful. I was feeling very insecure about my writing and all the comments made me smile like an idiot.

Find it on AO3.

Christopher sighs as he chews on his pencil.

This Math exercise is hard and he’s been working on it for more than half an hour. It’s a long time, and if he gets stuck any longer then he won’t have time to play video games.

Buck is usually the one to help him with his homework. Especially Math. His father is very bad at Math and Buck is not very good at it either but they usually manage to get through it together, as a team.

You and I make a great team – that’s what Buck told him a few weeks ago and Christopher doesn’t understand why he’s not around anymore. He used to be there all the time after his dad got hurt. He used to make breakfast and drive him to school and help him with his homework and read him stories just before nighttime. But that was before.

He’s alone again with his dad now. And Christopher loves his dad. In fact, if you’d ask him he’d say he’s the best dad in the world, for sure. But he thought that maybe this time Buck would have stayed. He thought that maybe his dad would want him to stay.

But his dad never asked.

Christopher presses his small hands over his face and rubs his eyes. He’s tired and he wants to sit on the couch and play video games and talk with his friends but he’s stuck on this chair because of this stupid Math exercise. He doesn’t even like Math.

“What’s going on in there?” Carla asks after a few seconds. She sits down next to him and Christopher drops his pencil on the table.

“I don’t like Math.” Christopher only answers, shrugging his shoulders. He raises his eyes and sighs when he realizes it’s only 5pm. He still has to wait two hours for his dad to come back and maybe then he can ask him if Buck can come too, for a movie night.

“Why do I feel like there’s something more than that?” Carla asks, raising her eyebrows. Christopher doesn’t like it when she does that. She always knows when something is bothering him and he can never lie to her. He tried before but it never worked.

“I miss Bucky.” Christopher says, slowly.

“Oh honey I miss him too.” Carla answers. “But you know he’s not far, right?”

“I know.” Christopher whispers. “But he used to be around all the time. He used to be around all the time and now he’s gone.” Christopher adds, taking the pen to scribble on his notebook. “I don’t understand why Dad didn’t ask him to stay.”

“Did you want him to stay?” Carla asks, smiling.

“Of course I did.” Christopher frowns. “I want him to stay forever.” He clarifies. Because he thinks it’s important, for people to know that Buck belongs here with them. Not in his own flat. Not with anyone else. Here . With him and his dad. “And I know dad wants that, too. He didn’t ask him to stay but I know he wanted to. I’m not stupid. He’s always happy when he’s around. He smiles all the time and sometimes he looks at him the same way he used to look at Mom.”

“Oh, Christopher.” Carla says, wrapping her arms around his back. Christopher sniffles and hides his face on her chest, closing his eyes. “You’re too smart for your own good.”

“So you see it too, then?” Christopher moves away from Carla’s embrace and adjusts his glasses on his nose.

“I do.” Carla agrees. “Very much so.” She adds. “But maybe your dad hasn’t seen it yet.”

“But that’s not possible.” Christopher shakes his head. Surely, his dad has seen it, too. His dad notices everything. He always does.

“Maybe it’s easier for us to tell because we can see it from a distance.” Carla explains and Christopher frowns.

“What do you mean?”

“You remember the Lego castle you built with Buck?” Christopher nods and smiles. It was a very big castle and Buck and him had taken an entire afternoon to build it. It was very complicated and messy and his dad had even said they could take some snacks upstairs in his room so that they could be done before diner. But it was a long time ago and Christopher doesn’t understand what it has to do with anything.

“I do.” He says, looking down at his hands.

“And when you stand very close to it, you can’t really see everything all at once, can you?” She asks and Christopher nods again. It’s true – he thinks. He usually has to move his eyes a lot if he wants to see the whole thing. “Maybe you can see one of the windows very well, or even a tower or the drawbridge.” She continues. “But the only way to see it all, the only way to see the whole castle is if you stand a bit further.”

“But I don’t want Buck to go anywhere.” Christopher argues.

“And he’s not.” Carla reassures him, ruffling his hair. “He’s not going anywhere. He’s always gonna be there, Christopher. But maybe that’s why you can see it so clearly and your dad doesn’t.”

“Because I can see the whole castle.” Christopher smiles. “That’s okay, then.” He says.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He nods. “Dad can only see the drawbridge.” He says. “But I’m gonna help him see the whole castle, too.”

                                                      ---

Christopher spends a lot of time thinking about it. Whether it be in his bed, on the couch, in the play-yard or even in his classroom. He knows he’s supposed to listen to what his teacher is saying but he just can’t help it.

It’s only for a few minutes though, and Buck told him the other day that sometimes it’s important to take small breaks in order to be more focused on the problem at hand afterwards. And that’s what he does, taking small breaks, thinking about something else than what the teacher is saying.

So really, he’d say it’s even a win-win situation. He gets to reflect on the Helping Dad to See the Whole Castle situation and he’s then more concentrated on his exercises.

It’s only two weeks after his conversation that he comes up with a plan. A very good plan – he thinks. He’s not exactly sure it’s going to work out but he owes it to his dad to at least try, right? His dad’s happiness is at stake so the least he can do is give him a little push in the right direction.

The plan comes to him one day when he’s seated at the table inside the fire station, drawing a picture for Buck. Hen and Chim are comfortably seated on the couch next to him and Uncle Bobby and Buck are in the kitchen, cooking mac and cheese for the whole team. Christopher can hear them talking but he’s much more focused on his dad.

Because his dad is leaning against the fridge and he’s looking at Buck again, with the same expression he used to look at his mom with. He’s smiling and his eyes are so bright Christopher honestly thinks the whole thing is ridiculous. Surely his dad must know he’s in love with Bucky.

And that’s when he hears them. Hen and Chim. They probably both think Christopher is too engrossed on his drawing to notice they’re talking but he can hear them loud and clear.

“When do you think he’ll finally realize?” Chim asks, his voice low, almost whispering.

“I have no idea.” Hen answers. “But it better be soon because you and I both know Buck’s never gonna make the first move.”

Christopher frowns. First move? But to do what? He thinks. From the way they’re talking in hushed voices, he knows it must be important and so he keeps on drawing and listens carefully to the rest of the conversation. They seem very serious. Which Christopher decides is weird. They’re usually always laughing and sharing jokes but this time he can feel it’s more important.

“You know for a while I really thought it was one-sided.” Chimney says.

“Well you know Eddie. He’s never been very vocal about these kind of things.”

“I mean does he need to?” Chim asks. “I mean, look at him!” He adds, louder this time.

Christopher turns his head until his eyes fall on his dad again. He’s still in the kitchen but this time he’s whispering something in Buck’s ear, his hand holding Buck’s arm. They’re both laughing, and that makes Christopher smile. No one makes his dad happier than Buck does. Except him, of course.

Then his dad taps Buck on the back of his neck with his hand and Buck only sticks his tongue out.

“Oh come on!” Hen exclaims and Christopher almost jumps in his seat. “I swear to god if they don’t come to their senses soon, I’m locking them in the closet downstairs.” She adds. “They’re literally acting like a married couple, Chim!”

And Christopher’s smile only gets a bit bigger at her words.

They see it too – he realizes.

They see the whole castle.

And maybe that’s what he needs to do. Maybe that’s what his dad needs.

And so he takes another piece of paper his dad brought with them and starts writing:

Castle operation:

Start telling people about it. But who?

My teacher.

The nice lady of the supermarket.

Uncle Bobby and Aunt Athena?

Abuela.

Find out if Bucky knows about the Castle.

Wait for dad to see it too.

                                                         ---

The first people Christopher tells are Uncle Bobby and Aunt Athena. He’s standing up on a stool and he’s helping Bobby making soup from scratch. Chicken soup. His dad’s favorite because they’re celebrating him coming back to active duty tonight and Christopher wants everything to be perfect.

He stirs the soup with the big spatula Bobby gave him a few minutes ago and smiles at the scent. It smells just like when his Abuela does it. That’s why Christopher knows it’s gonna be good.

“Where’s Bucky?” Christopher eventually asks after a few seconds. He usually always helps in the kitchen and he can’t see him anywhere.

“He’s talking to your dad in the garden.” Bobby answers, pointing at the glass window. “Look, right there.” He adds, making Christopher look up.

And here he is. Buck. He’s standing next to his dad but Christopher can instantly see that something is wrong. He seems sad. His dad seems sad, too. He’s running his hands through his hair and Christopher knows his dad always does that when he’s nervous about something. It doesn’t happen often but he always notices it.

Christopher tries to keep his eyes on the soup but his curiosity eventually gets the best of him. He darts his eyes towards his dad again and that’s when he sees it. His dad takes a few steps backwards but Buck catches his wrist before he has the chance to walk away.

Christopher squints and even from the kitchen, he knows what Buck is saying must be very important because he looks at his dad in the eye and the next second he wraps his arms around his shoulders and gives him a hug. He even kisses him on the hair and Christopher thinks that’s obviously something he needs to write down on his Castle Operation journal tonight.

“My dad and Bucky are in love.” He only says and doesn’t miss the smile Uncle Bobby shares with Aunt Athena who just joined them in the kitchen.

“You think so?” Uncle Bobby asks, tasting the soup with a spoon.

“I don’t think, I know.” Christopher clarifies. “They just don’t see it yet.” He adds. “But that’s okay. I’ll make sure they do.”

“You do that, kid.” Athena says with a laugh, ruffling his hair.

                                                     ---

Christopher is lost in the supermarket. It’s a big one and he can’t find Buck. They were doing groceries shopping in order to surprise his dad and cook him his favorite dessert and the next thing Christopher knew he was alone, looking for Buck.

It’s okay, though. Christopher is not scared. It’s not the first time he gets lost in here and it already happened a few times with his dad. He would usually roam around the shelves and look at his right, and then his left, until his eyes fall on Buck but this time, he decides to choose a more direct approach.

He thinks that’s a perfect opportunity to tell the nice lady about Buck. Him and his dad always go to her checkout because she’s always giving him a lollipop. He walks away from the refrigerated shelves and heads for the entrance of the store.

She’s here, at the checkout 6 as always and there’s no-one paying or placing their items on the conveyor belt.

“Christopher!” She exclaims with a smile. “You’re here with your dad again? Where is he?”

“I’m here with Bucky!” Christopher says excitedly. “He’s my second dad. We wanted to buy chocolate chips because we’re going to do a brownie for my dad. It’s his favorite dessert. But I lost Buck. I don’t know where he is.”

“Do you want me to call him with the loudspeaker?” She asks and Christopher nods vigorously. He thinks that’s en excellent idea. Like that, so many people will know that Buck is his dad. It doesn’t matter whether they know him or not. Christopher doesn’t care. In fact, he would happily scream it on the rooftops if it meant his dad would finally realize he’s in love with Buck.

“Christopher Diaz is waiting for his dad next to Checkout six.” She announces and Christopher smiles big at her words. “Alright Christopher, which one do you want today?” She asks, pointing at the bowl filled with lollipops.

“Cherry!”

“Cherry it is, then.” She says, handing it to him. He’s about to thank her when-

“Christopher!” Buck exclaims, rushing towards him, his eyes big, his face wrinkled in concern. “I looked everywhere for you, buddy.” He adds.

“That’s okay Bucky, I was right there.” Christopher says.

“Another lollipop?” He sighs, smiling at the nice lady. “God, you’ve already eaten at least six of these cookies this afternoon, your dad’s gonna kill me.”

“Well he doesn’t need to know… Does he?” Christopher asks cheekily and Buck laughs.

“You know what? You’re absolutely right. Let’s keep it a secret, yeah?” He asks. “Now come on, let’s find these chocolate chips, alright? We don’t wanna be late to surprise your dad.”

                                                          ---

“Goodnight, superman.” Buck whispers a few hours later, kissing him on his forehead.

It’s late and Christopher is tired but he knows his dad is in the shower and he’s pretty sure now is the best time to figure out if Buck is also seeing the Castle for what it really is. And so he just says it.

“Buck.” He calls him, waiting for him to sit back on his bed to continue. “Do you love my dad?” He asks and watches Buck as he opens his eyes wide, his mouth agape. He seems surprised. But Christopher doesn’t look away.

“Hum I- Of course I love him buddy, he’s my best-friend.” He says. “After you, of course.”

“That’s not what I mean.” Christopher insists, sitting up straight on his bed. He rubs his eyes with his hands and holds back a yawn. “I’m asking you if you’re in love with him.” He clarifies.

Buck doesn’t answer anything. He stays very quiet and for a few seconds Christopher thinks that maybe he didn’t hear him. He’s about to repeat the question but then Buck lets out a small laugh and looks down at his hands, like he’s scared.

“Would-would that be a problem?” Buck asks, meeting his gaze. “If I said that I was?” He asks. “In love with your dad, that is.” He adds. “Would that be okay?”

“Of course.” Christopher only answers, frowning. He doesn’t understand why Buck needs to ask him that question.

“Then I- yeah.” Buck admits. “I am. I’m in love with your dad.” He smiles. That makes Christopher smiles too and he nods as he wraps up warmly in his blanket.

“So you see the castle, too.” Christopher states, his eyes watching the lego set standing in the corner of his room.

“The castle?” Buck tilts his head with a confused smile on his face.

“You and dad.” Christopher explains, his voice tired. “You guys are the Castle.” He says. “Carla said I could see it because I was standing further away.” He adds. “She said my dad was too close and that’s why he couldn’t see it. But I don’t think she was right.”

“No?” Buck encourages him, running his hand through Christopher’s curls.

“No. I think he’s exactly in the right place.” He goes on. “He’s just too scared to see it.” His eyes are closed now. But he pushes through the fatigue and says the next few words anyway. He needs to stay awake. At least only for a few more minutes. Because this conversation is too important.

“And why do you think he’s scared to see it?” Buck asks, curious.

“Because he’s afraid it might break if he gets too close.” He says. “So he doesn’t look at it. He doesn’t touch it either. Maybe he pretends it isn’t there, too. Like that, he’s sure it can’t break.”

Christopher falls asleep. But he stills hears Buck’s answer.

“Or maybe he just thinks there’s no Castle to look at in the first place.”

There are two last thoughts crossing Christopher’s mind before he lets himself fall completely into Morpheus’ arms.

Buck definitely knows about the Castle. He’s just afraid his dad thinks it doesn’t exist.

Adults are too messy and complicated. Being a kid is easier.

                                                      ---

Christopher is at his Abuela's with his dad. He’s sitting on the carpet in the living-room, his Lego bricks scattered around him. He’s trying to build the fire station but it turns out to be much more complicated than he expected it to be.

His Abuela and his dad are in the kitchen and Christopher isn’t planning on eavesdropping because he knows it’s a bad thing but his name suddenly comes up in the conversation and if what they’re saying concerns him then it must mean he has the right to listen, right? It only makes sense.

“So, is Christopher excited about his summer camp?” His Abuela says.

“Yeah I think so.” His dad answers and Christopher nods vigorously even though they can’t see him. His dad is right. He is very excited. All his friends are going to be there and he knows he’s gonna have the best of time. He’s just afraid not to have the time to make his dad see the Castle before he goes. Because school ends in a week and then it’s only two days before the summer camp starts. It’s not much time and Christopher already tried to make a lot of allusions about the Buck situation in front of his dad but he’s afraid his dad might need a lot more help than he initially thought.

“It’s gonna be good for him.” His abuela answers.

“Who gave you flowers?” His dad asks, pointing at the stargazer bouquet placed on the table.

“Your boy brought them to me this morning.” She says and Christopher frowns. Your boy? Is she maybe talking about B-

“He’s not my-" His dad starts but marks a pause. “Buck brought you flowers?” He asks and Christopher’s smile only gets a bit bigger.

“He did. I needed to change a bulb on my bedroom ceiling light but I didn’t trust myself to do it.” She says and Christopher thinks it’s very nice of Buck to have come help his Abuela, like he does with him every day and like he did with his dad after he got hurt. He’s always taking good care of his family and if you’d ask Christopher, he would say that’s probably the reason why he loves him so much.

“So you called Buck?” His dad asks incredulously. “Why didn’t you call me? I would have come.”

“Oh I would you would have, Eddito.” She answers and pats his dad on the cheek a few times. “But you were already busy with Christopher’s medical appointment." She says. "Besides, Buck was already supposed to come so I could give him the tamales recipe.”

Chris opens his eyes wide and whirls his head around towards his Abuela, his Lego set long forgotten.

His Abuela was very secretive about her recipes. Especially the tamales one. Christopher knew her own dad taught her how to cook and she always refuses to share the recipes with anyone who wasn’t family. Even Miss Flores didn’t have the recipes privileges. This was very sacred. And if Buck could have them then it could only mean one thing: His Abuela definitely knows about the Castle too.

“You-” His dad says but stops mid-sentence. He seems very surprised, just as much as Christopher. “You shared that recipe with him?” He asks. “I thought- I thought it was only reserved f-”

“Only reserved for family?” His Abuela cuts in. “Eddie, are you really telling me this boy is not family? After everything he’s done for y-”

“No, no I know.” His dad says. “And he is.” He adds. “I just-”

“You just what?” His abuela asks. “You know, I never really understood why you wasted your time with that girl.” She continues. She’s talking about Miss Flores – Christopher thinks, sticking two Lego bricks together to pretend he’s still very engrossed in what he's doing – but really all his attention is focused on their discussion.

“Ana?” His dad asks, his eyebrows raised. “What about her? I thought you liked h-”

“I did.” His Abuela answers. Christopher did, too. She was very nice, and she was always helping him with his homework. But Buck was Buck. Nobody would ever measure up to him. Nobody could ever measure up to him “She was a very nice woman. But I knew it wouldn’t last. Not as long as Buck was there.”

“Abuela, I-”

“Edmundo, this boy is a ray of sunshine. Agradezco a Jesus que lo encontraste todos los dias.” She says. “Es perfecto para ti y sé que lo amas.”

“He’s too good for me, Abuela.” His dad admits and Christopher frowns.

“That’s not true.” He says in a whisper even if he knows his dad can’t hear him.

“You deserve nice things, Edmundo.” Abuela concludes, patting his dad on the cheek once again. “Don’t forget that.”

“I wish you could see the whole Castle.” Christopher tells him later when his dad tucks him in.

“The whole Castle?” His dad asks, his smile confused. “What do you mean, mijo?”

“I can’t tell you, yet.” Christopher says, closing his eyes. “You need to figure it out on your own."

                                                        ---

It’s the last day of school and Christopher is running out of time. Buck hasn’t spent a single night with them this week and his dad seems sadder than usual. Or maybe not sad – Christopher thinks, but distracted. He always has this faraway look in his eyes, like he’s thinking of something very important but he can’t make a decision.

Christopher wishes he could help but he knows his dad doesn’t really like to talk about himself and how he feels. And so he observes him quietly from afar, trying to find ways to make him feel better. That’s why he convinced his dad to invite Buck for a movie night after school. Because there’s no one who can cheer him up quite like the way Bucky does.

He’s seated on his chair and he’s drawing a picture of himself with Buck and his dad. He’s been drawing a lot of pictures just like this one for a few weeks because he will be away in that summer camp for Buck’s birthday and so he decided to do a drawing for each day he spends without him to make up for it.

“That’s a nice drawing you did there, Chris.” His teacher says, squatting down next to his table.

“That’s for my second dad.” Christopher nods. “For his birthday.”

“Oh so that’s the famous Buck I keep hearing about.” She says, pointing at the person standing next to his dad.

“Yes, that’s him.” Christopher nods excitedly. “He’s the best.”

“I’m sure he is.” His teacher agrees and turns her head when someone knocks on the door. “Oh, looks like your dad’s here.” She says. Christopher whirls his head around and smiles wildly at his dad who starts conversing with his teacher.

“Are you and your husband going to join us for the end of year picnic tomorrow?” She asks and Christopher smiles cheekily while putting his stuff back in his schoolbag.

“My- my husband?” His dad asks. He sounds very confused.

“Your partner?” His teacher corrects herself. “I’m sorry, from the way Chris talks about his Bucky, I assumed you guys were married.”

“Uh no we’re not- we’re not married. He’s… He’s just my f-” His dad starts but marks a pause. “We’re not married.” He says again.

“My apologies. But you should bring him anyway.” Ms. Walker says. “We’d love to meet him.”

“Uh yeah I- I’m sure he’d like that.” His dad says with a smile.

Christopher follows him out of the classroom and to the car. He fastens his seat-belt and takes the book about space Buck bought for him a few weeks ago. He’s still not done reading it and he really wants to finish it before summer camp so he can discuss it with him.

“Christopher.” His dad calls him from the driver seat. “Why does your teacher think Buck and I are married?” He asks. Christopher was scared his dad would be upset but he only sounds curious. Confused, too.

“Because I told her he was my second dad.” Christopher answers matter-of-factly.

“Why… Why did you do that?”

“Because he is.” Christopher sighs, pressing his hands over his face.

Christopher thinks his dad is going to say something else but he stays very quiet instead. The whole drive is silent until he parks the car on the driveway where Buck is already waiting for them in his truck. He waves at Christopher excitedly and engulfs him into a hug as soon as he’s out of the car.

“Buck!” Christopher exclaims, his smile big. “You’re here early.”

“It’s never too early for my favorite Diaz boy.” He answers, ruffling his hair.

Once inside the house, Christopher lets go of his school bag, takes off his shoes and sits at the table. Buck serves him cereals with milk, accompanied by a glass of orange juice. His dad is seated at the table but he’s still very quiet and for a few seconds Christopher is afraid he might have done something stupid but then Buck slides a second bowl filled with cereals and milk in front of him and his dad smiles softly at him and rolls his eyes.

“What?” Buck defends himself. “I know you’re a sucker for cereals when you’re all cranky.”

“I’m not cranky!”

“Right.” Buck answers, raising his eyebrows, unimpressed. “Eat your cereals, Diaz.”

“Yeah dad.” Christopher repeats. “Eat your cereals.”

Christopher spends the next half hour telling them about his school day and then Buck tells him all about a documentary he saw a few nights ago about the Egyptian Pyramids. Christopher thinks it’s fascinating and after making both his dads promise they would take him in the Egyptian Museum in San Jose, he sits down on the sofa and goes on reading his book about Space.

“Bucky.” He still says after a while.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I have a drawing for you. Wait here.” Christopher answers. He stands up and opens his school bag, taking the drawing he did in class while he was waiting for his dad to pick him up. He wanted to give it to Buck just before leaving for his summer camp but he feels like maybe it needs to be given now. Maybe that’s the only way for his dad to see the Castle.

Because it is . A Castle. Chrstopher drew a big one at the center, with him, his dad and Buck standing next to it, all smiling.

Christopher gives it to him and he can instantly see a soft smile breaking in on Buck’s face. His dad is watching too over his shoulders, and when Buck looks up at him with a knowing look on his face, Christopher smiles too. He knew Buck would understand.

“It’s… It’s the Castle.” Buck says. Christopher can see that his eyes are filled with tears and so he wraps his small arms around Buck’s shoulders.

“You know about this?” His dad asks after a few seconds, his eyebrows raised in confusion. “You know about the Castle metaphors?” He add. “I mean he actually explained it to you?”

“Uh… Maybe?” Buck says, apologetically.

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“Well I’m not sure you’re quite there yet.” Buck answers and Christopher nods sadly.

“What do you mean I’m not quite there yet?” His dad asks, exasperated. “Can you both stop talking in riddle and tell me what’s going on?”

Christopher signs and looks down at his hands. Maybe this has gone off long enough – he thinks. Maybe it’s time to tell him directly. Maybe that’s what his dad needs, for Christopher and Buck to tell him that’s it’s okay, that no Castle is too big for him. And so he takes the sheet of paper and turns it the other way, revealing what’s written on the back.

“Me and my two dads.”

“That’s the castle, dad.” Christopher finally says. “You’re the castle. You and Bucky.”

“And you too.” Buck adds with a smile and Christopher just nods.

“Hum I- I still don’t get it.” His dad admits and Buck lets out a small laugh. But Christopher can see he’s scared too. He knows it because he doesn’t look at his dad in the eye. He looks down at his hands instead.

“Of course you don’t.” Buck still says with a smile.

“It’s our family.” Christopher clarifies. “And Buck is a part of it.”

“Of course he’s a part of it Chris, but what does it have to do with anyt- Oh.”

“Buck’s been inside the Castle for a very long time, dad.” Christopher explains. “I thought you knew it too. But then you started dating Miss Flores and it wasn’t fair to Bucky.” He adds. “I- I’ve never been mad at you for dating again, dad. I was mad at you because I thought that Bucky was the only one with the key to our Castle but then she was there and he was gone. I felt like you were replacing him and I didn’t like that.”

“Christopher, I-” His dad starts but marks a pause, letting his eyes fall on Buck for a few seconds. Buck is still very quiet and his eyes are bright with tears and they’re still fixed on the few words written on the back of the drawing. “Why didn’t you tell me?” His dad asks.

“I tried.” Christopher says with a small voice. “And Miss Flores was nice.” He adds. “She was nice and I liked her very much but she was-”

“She was never Buck.” His dad finishes for him and Buck whirls his head around to look at his dad in the eye. “What? He’s a smart kid.” His dad says.

“The smartest.” Buck chokes up and tears are rolling down his face. But that’s okay because his dad places both of his hands on his cheeks and wipes them with his thumbs.

“Buck was scared you thought there was no Castle to see.” Christopher explains but frowns when that only makes Bucky cry harder.

“Of course there’s a Castl- Dios.” His dad says, pinching the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Buck.” He goes on. “Evan.” He adds, and Buck finally looks up at him. “Of course there’s a Castl- god, I’ve had enough with these Castle references.” He says, and Buck laughs through his tears. “Of course you’re a part of this family, Buck. You always have. Always will.”

“Always.” Christopher agrees, placing his small hand over Buck’s. “You should kiss him now, dad.”

“I should, right?” His dad says cheekily, cradling Buck’s chin with his right hand and pressing their lips together. Only for a few seconds, though. Otherwise that’s just too gross – Christopher thinks. His dad then whispers something along the line of Christopher was right and you do have the keys to my heart and Christopher doesn’t really understand what that means but Bucky throws his head backwards, laughing, so Christopher only guesses his dad must be doing something good.

“You didn’t just say that, Diaz.” Buck says. “That’s sappy as hell, even for you.” He adds and his dad taps him on the back of his neck again, still smiling.

Christopher eventually looks away though and focuses on his book about Space once again because his job here is done:

The Castle Operation is officially a success.

[weneepaw]

Handcuffs / Ep 01 _ Invitation

Word count: 5.8K

Characters: Wonho x Honey (just a fictional character)

Genres: Angst, Romance, Smut, Fluff in some other sides

Warning for this part: English is not my first language so if you see some errors in grammar or words please don't mind it and enjoy it 😅😅

Summery: Lee Wonho is an idol, a god like one but he has some secrets in his life, just like all other normal people. But those secrets are turning to some serious problems and hurting his feelings. Every time he thinks about them, things are just going worse. He needs help to fix himself and finds a way to go free and it's like he found a great one at his birthday night party. Or maybe he just thought in that way? Will she becomes a helpful friend or only a disaster to ruin his life?

After some long weeks, there is a time for him to getting some rest. He was so busy lately and working so hard non-stop to his ass off on his albums and choreography of stages because he needs to get his place at business and manage his life in the best situation. He always wants everything to be perfect and flawless, so he works until midnight to the sunrise for days and skips his time to rest because he just can’t sleep when his damn brain doesn’t stop thinking about songs and stages and how they could be in fans’ eyes. Fans are always so much important and valuable to him, like always he says they keep him alive, but that much caring about them sometimes makes him forget about himself and what he needs as a normal big boy. He is an adult male, after all his schedules and his career, he needs to have a normal life and a healthy sex life too, for sure. But every time he is asked about having a girlfriend or being in a relationship, he shows his teenager shy smiles and says, he is happy to be alone and he has his fans, but let’s be honest, fans can make his sex life to be real? He knows the answer as everyone else does but he just disregards and prefers to think about how he can be on his own best for others.

Of course, he is damn good at everything, he is super talented and has a perfect look. From head to toes, he is the definition of perfection at one sight. He got a perfect buff body that worked on it hard for 10 years his ass off again, just like other things, and still cares about it too much. He and his body are out of genders to be loved and his personality is much more adorable than his muscles or abs. he can talk in that way to makes your heart meltdown over his voice and smiles, His beautiful sparkling eyes and his damn soft pink lips are too cute to handle but besides of all these sweet features and his manly look, there is always some secrets in the dark. He usually tries to ignore those secrets and telling himself he still has time to fix some hidden problems but also, he knows it’s already getting too late for it.

Tonight is a special night for him and his friends made a little party for him in a VIP club named “Lady M Club”. This party is all private and there are no worries about getting caught while having some fun. All the guests must have an invitation card to get permission to come in, so everyone there are idols or important people who want to have a good time in their personal space.

His all friends are present and so excited to make him surprised. but for him, today was only like other days to get up, go to work and only focus on the songs till night and then get back home. But his friends want to give him some happy moments and a little gift for his birthday, thanking and appreciating him after all the time of his hard work. Sure he deserves it all, but he doesn’t know it, himself.

He is just relaxing in the back seat of the car, while his manager is driving him home. In the space of the care is nothing but silence. He looks tired and leans his head back, watching lights of the cars and stores in street sides coming and going away, thinking about his life. Life is like this car and lights are like people, but he is always just like now. In his personal life, he just can watch them coming and leaving, there is no one who he can be able to hold it tight, but the fans. Anyway, he always can’t deny it all the time, he feels alone. Most of the nights and sunset hours of the days, when everyone is drowning in their own life and going on their ways, it’s only him, lonely on his bed, in the gym, in the room, in the studio, or wherever else. He tries hard to only keep his mind on his job and fans, but he is a human after all and needs someone only for him. And there is a fact, fans can’t just fill this gap in his life up.

Tonight, he will be on his 28 and another year passed so fast. Time is flying so damn fast and he is thinking about his dark secrets, the reason for being alone all these years and even running away from talking with his family or friends about marriage or being in a relationship. Even when he is thinking about it, he is under stress and uncomfortable feels come around because when he is trying to find a way to fix it, things just go weird and scary more and more indiscriminately. Lately, he is even trying to escape thinking about it but he can’t stop this body to do not react. He needs and unfortunately, he knows it, but can’t do anything for it.

He is all drowning in his fears and doesn’t notice that car is moving in another way and it’s not even close to his place. When he just snaps back on the present life, the car was in front of an unknown club door. He becomes confused and looking around.

“What’s this?” he whispers under his lips. He has no idea what is coming up.

“Your friends and team Wonho decided to build an especial night for you, so better you don’t make them wait for it more.” His manager states and comes out of the car. He smiles before coming down. His friends always were kind and so cherish him. They always were in his side in the best or worst times in the professional or ordinary times of his life and warming his heart up to go on and be the best. He always had a good and happy time with them, so tonight will be one of those good memories too.

He walks into the club's hall, following his manager. Suddenly lights and sparklers all around the hall turn on with a loud voice of crowd in there, singing the happy birthday song for him. His friends holding a big cake in their hands, his backup dancers are clapping and singing so happily, even his hairstylists and makeup artists are there to celebrate this wonderful night with him.

There is a cute chubby white rabbit on that light blue creamy cake with a big “happy birthday”, plus 2 little candles. He looks like a happy baby, standing right there and watching his friends and that creamy cake with a big cute grin on his face. He likes creams on the cake more than all of it so there is no wonder why he tries to take some creams from it even before blowing on the candles. He tastes his creamy finger with giggles as sweet as the cake flavor and finally, blows the candles with the ending of the happy birthday song.

Everyone makes noise for this big little boy and he looks incredibly happy. But it didn’t take too long because he hears a question reminding him of some fears.

“What did you wish before blowing on candles?” Minhyuk asks and makes his smiles almost disappear. By the way, he tries to hold it on and pretends as nothing happened. He had no wish on his mind before, but when he asked it, one word just passes from his thoughts. He surreptitiously wishes his fears be gone and stop hurting his feelings more.

“Nothing. I already got everything I want and I need, like best friends and going on billboard charts.” He says but it mostly smells like a lie.

“Yes, you make everyone jaws drop with your songs and concerts. You are one of the best male solo artists now. We are so proud of you bro.” Shownu says, putting his hand on his shoulder so proudly. But while he was appreciating him, another bro comes up with some annoying words.

“But now, living alone must be hard and boring, right hyung?” Changkyun asks and makes keeping that fake smile even harder. Now they were sitting around the table and start eating some piece of cake. He just drops his head down, knowing they are waiting for his words to know if he is doing well alone? So he has to answer it and stop making them consider that.

“It was hard at first and I was nervous about everything because I always had you guys around and now I have to take it all alone but I tried to take control. I’m fine now, don’t worry about me.” He scrambles at his best but it doesn’t look like if it works. That just turns to a switch on for his friends that are close to him as his dear little brothers show their feelings about his empty place at home and talking about some old memories. Memories are tasting bitter-sweet now. He will always keep them deep down in his heart and never forget or leave them but he can’t deny he does miss those days too. Sometimes, the world is just too cruel but we have to go on like him.

Only some minutes later, space just gets back on a fun and happy night. Everything is ready for having a good night out of all idol hustle life and just be young, wild, and free for everyone, but him. He just sits there alone, watching his friends dancing around or flirting with some of the girls at the party. He is rolling down on his thoughts and even didn’t notice the loud song in the club until he finds his ears are reacting as a female voice volume up. He gives his glance to the source of the voice, to the canter of attention on the little stage in front of the hall.

Some girls are singing and dancing there but one of them is the main vocal. Her voice is strong and will stay in your mind forever but it’s not just about that. She has 2 big dark beautiful eyes full of little stars. It’s kinda impossible to do not stare at her, with her black short hair, bright smiles while a red danger color has painted her lips and a shiny black short decollete dress hugs her craved body so tight. She makes sure that every girl in the party feels nervous about losing their men over her.

Hoeseok finds her looking at him back but there was a male familiar voice to steal his attention and give it to the owner of it.

“She’s pretty.” It’s Hyungwon, standing beside him from how god knows long minutes before and he didn’t notice his presence.

“y-Yes. But I was just watching the show like others.” He tries to protect himself, clearing his throat to make his voice goes right into Hyungwon's ears and don’t cause any misunderstanding. But it’s like Hyungwon is already into another thought of reality as he smiles with some special meanings to his friend.

“She’s a new friend of ours so we decided to introduce you to her too. This club belongs to her.” Hyongwon explains more about that female fatal who is still watching them with no shame on her wild eyes. Hoseok only shakes his head as he got the information and decides to drop his head because he is already choking with a clumsy feel boiling inside of him and he doesn’t want it to jump out with a blush on his face.

He just wants his night to go as well with no drama or any chaotic issues but it's freaking hard to focus on himself while that female voice is feeling ticklish in his ears like a magical spell to take him back and watch how mysterious she can be. But no, he is not one of those types of boys who are looking for pretty sexy girls to add some fun to their life. He just minds his own business and stays away from all troubling shits. He goes on his way.

Fortunately, songs finished and noises calm down but it doesn't mean party night is over. He is just pleased that voice is gone, so he can keep himself down easily, but it's like everything is out of his control tonight. Because while he is getting successful on taking good enough self-control, he hears Changkyun is greeting so warm to someone new-coming in the crow and automatically feels anxious rush in his bloodlines.

Before he tries to look at the new one, that familiar damage control female voice plays in his ears again. It's her, now closer and even more dangerous than what she seemed from the top of that little stage. She's perfectly a red light alert of danger to any man who is not about to get in deadly troubles, but also her bright smile pushes any buttons to make keeping any good controls impossible. He's not that crazy or even drunk to do any weird act, but he just feels he can't keep his eyes on himself when she is around. That girl is no good for his health because his heartbeat is already rose so damn fast and its pumping voice fills up his ears. He can't hear others' voices when they talk and laugh with her and her friends, until he feels Hyungwon's hand on his shoulder, saving him from a feeling like a coma with open eyes.

“I’m Chae Honey. Nice to meet you.” He only sees that girl in front of himself, offering her hand and introducing herself with a light smile on his red lips. Maybe he is all mesmerized by this foreign girl who has a face almost close to Korean cute babies but he still knows how should be polite or just try to keep himself together and push himself to DO NOT look like a boy who didn’t see any other girls in his life before.

“I’m Lee Hoseok, as might you know my name already, and nice to meet you too.” He says with a simple smile and tries to look confident enough. He secretly hopes they don’t see his clear embarrassing symptoms, as red cheeks or stupid look smiles. He has no idea what's wrong with him now because clearly he was around many beautiful girls before and he usually didn’t give a flying fuck, so what's different now?

“Oh, of course, I know you.” She states with a bigger grin. Her friends are already giggling behind her and whispering things between themselves. She tries to join them, but she didn’t even bother to keep her voice as a whisper to say “He’s too cute, isn’t he?”

And he just finds himself turning to their funny entertainment for rest of the night. This is so fucking embarrassing. They easily sit together and raise a toast for his birthday but intenlligibly, he just smiles and apologizes because he can’t join them for the peach champagne. He doesn’t like to drink while he knows it will catch him only on 2 shots and he will make himself even more ashamed in front of others. No thanks, He prefers to stay away as much as it's possible from them and rolls down on his thoughts' gray clouds.

But it didn't take too long. His friends want to enjoy and use all of their time with girls, music, and alcohol. What he doesn’t want to do. Why the fuck even he is here now for? It was like a torture on birthday's night before they leave, but when the last one, Shownu, just left and let him be alone with that damage control girl, it just turns to a perfect slowly death to him. The best he can do now is just stare at his feet and play with his glass of orange juice.

But he doesn’t know, the more he tries to be invisible, the more he attracts her attention to his shy behaves. She watches every move of him. His fingers gently dancing around on edge of glass between his hands, his nervous eyes, the way he moves neurotically his legs on the floor. He looks so cute to be able NOT To stare. It's rude but she just can't help.

“You are acting so awkward.” She says, while she keeps her big tempting eyes on him and drinks the last sip of her champagne. Almost makes him jump of his seat, surprised by her words. It wasn't hard for her to catch him up and he knows it completely, but he doesn’t want to be that easy.

“Excuse me?” He tries in his way to show things differently, hoping it works out and confuses her. But she didn't change her mind even for one second and just smirks. Like she already has read his mind and knows everything. What a dangerous lady!

“I’ve seen lots of boys and big men in my life and you are not like any of them around me. You are feeling so uncomfortable from that first moment you saw me. What’s the problem? I’m just wondering.” She lets her empty glass rest freely alone on the table and pulls herself closer to him, to make sure he hears every word she spells with her tongue. But it makes him even more nervous. Any move of her, even a simple breath and even that sweet scent of her, makes him nervous. She is so harmful to him.

“I’m just surprised by all this show because I was on my way home and suddenly I saw myself here. I apologize if I made you feel bad because of my behavior. I’m just tired.” He explains as best as he could, hoping he just leave him to be and find another fun company of her own for rest of the night, but she doesn’t want to go anywhere. He catches her eyes already. Rabbit on a damn shit trap.

“Yes, but it’s not for working too much until the morning.” She says with a smirk that makes her look even more devilish. He watches her like she's the real Satan and just comes on the earth to deceives him and makes him do horrible things. But the fear in his eyes only causes a beautiful light tone laugher of her.

“Don’t look at me like I’m a witch or something. I just know that kind of tiredness. And for your knowledge, I’ve seen lots of celebrities here and talked to them more often too.” She apprises to him about the truth of her. Might it help him relax and tries to have some fun.

“I don’t know what are you looking for on me, lady.” His words come out so cold like ices on a glass of whiskey, audibly talking to her about letting him go, but will she give up? absolutely not!

“Honestly nothing because you look like a statue of Michelangelo but only made of glass and I can see everything without even bother to ask.” She giggles silently after saying those words, mostly looks like saying she kinda gets into him already, but just even he can take the point? Not at all!

“I'm trying to make you take it easy.” So she tries to talks at an easier level of flirting.

“Yes. But I don’t need that ma'am.” And there we go again with Hoseok and his words from another level of speaking to fuck off bitch topic but in a polite way. He even doesn’t want to take a chance for himself to know a girl who is showing green lights to him, to come into her world.

“Ain’t you prince charming baby boy? Because you look like a gentleman jumping out of one of the fairy tails.” She speaks of that fact which is saying, the more you push and the more I'll follow.

“Are you trying to flirt with me?” He asks with a suspicious look on his face. Of course he found that out from the very beginning but he doesn’t want to accept it. Even now he hopes more kicking that he found her point on her face, would makes her to get off. But mostly and far from his hopefully wishes to all dead and living Gods, she looks like saying to herself ,,GOD! He finally finds out what's going on,,.

“Maybe. Just for finding what’s the problem of those red cheeks and wet hands?” She states and wants him to know his nervous acts are so clear and there's no need to try harder to hide them because he simply can not. But the ice-cold-look boy keeps his glances away and leaves her only with no words.

“Maybe a female Hitler girlfriend?” She tries to guess. When he doesn’t want to play with her, she continues it alone.

“Ah no!” He says in an annoyed tone. He looks so done already with her but why just doesn’t leave and run away to save himself from this devil murmuring in his ears now? “No, I have no girlfriend.” He just says to make her stop.

“Interesting big boy!” She says while thinking about other possibilities. “So may I ask why no girlfriend?” she tries again with another guess.

“Because I have a very busy lifestyle.” He lazily answers, almost giving up on her little game.

“OH God, please! Be honest with a girl like me who knows 99% of idols has their lovers.” She says in disbelief. In her thoughts, a man just like him never can be alone in his life because he is already too perfect to be untouched by no girl's hands. Girls are ready to kill for him, she can swear.

“Maybe I’m just on that 1%.” He states against her judging tone and raises an eyebrow. Now he looks like that devil which he used to imagine her in disguise.

“People on that 1% are only looking for a good partner, so do you?” She continues on her explains about what she almost experienced with people around her and at the end, when she indirect points at what scares that big boy in front of her the shit out, she just killed all the warming up space between herself and him.

When he just drowns in his silence again, she tries this time to read his facial expressions. “There is something that you are hiding from everyone, Lee Hoseok.” She speaks about what she can see behind his eyes. There's a secret. A truth is untold to anyone.

As to keep saying no words is not a good way to reject lady devil away, he gets another idea. “How old are you?” And he asks to start it with a question.

“It’s a dangerous question to ask from a lady, big boy.” She says perfectly amazed by this change in his voice and sentence.

“I just wonder because your beautiful face can’t talk honestly and your tongue is about to have over 30.” So now he tries his best to use some of his flirting skills. He and everyone around know he is one of the best boys on it, so it's better he uses it now.

“Oh my my! I’m only 22.” She says almost raising her volume and puts a hand on her chest as he hurts her with his mean words. Acting just like a drama queen. That looks funny and makes him smile.

“If I had a sister, she could be your age.” He playfully talks before takes the last sip of orange juice on his glass.

“But people don’t flirt with their sisters, so I dare you to call me sisi now.” She wiggles her eyebrows while talking back in the same tone as his. Causing a warm laugher between them like they are not strangers anymore and it feels right.

He feels better now around her. He likes the power she holds and how she is full of positive energy even while he kept pushing her away and tries to break her heart politely, but he couldn't. He just can't break a girl like her or maybe better say because this is her. An especial one.

As the silence back, Honey finds some heavy glances on themselves. It was Hoseok friends, hopefully watching them and wishing under their whimpers between each other that Hoseok finally decides to move on and step up to another level of his life. A new thing and new feels.

“They’re thinking you are finally starting something.” She calmly tells him what she already found from their way to watch them and trying hard to do not act like they are watching their most exciting favorite TV shows.

“Why is that so matter?” His annoyed tone backs when he looks up at his friends and makes them immediately turn around and do anything to look normal as much as possible.

“Because they want you to be happy.” Honey tries to make him understand that his friends only want him to have a life for himself.

Before this party and even the time that they all decided to plane a big gift for him, Honey and Hyongwon and sometimes with other boys, they talked about how Hoseok lives as Wonho on stage and mostly he forgets the Hoseok part of his life. That personal part, that part which should be full of his things, not fans, not friends, not even his family but only him and what he enjoys doing. They always said how he cares about others more than himself and it's not hard to find him completely lost in thoughts to how to fix things when someone is talking about its own problems.

Secretly, boys thought that probably Honey is the one who can change Hoseok's life with her special powers of being a female alpha. They just wanted to give a chance to their best and kind friend to get some happiness for himself. But this all wasn't like Honey didn't know anything about the secret plane.

She knew Hoseok or that sexy Wonho always shinning on TV or everywhere else he appears with his god-like body shape. She silently had a little crush or some ticklish feel for him but she wasn't sure to look perfect enough to be with an amazing complete man like him.

This female fatal always tries to look so incredible and shine better than other girls around, but on another side, she always asks herself is she enough for everything? Is she good at what she's doing? And in her own eyes, no matter how much she tries, she's never all enough. Maybe it's all because she never had someone simply told her that she's fine. She doesn't need to push herself too much to get through. People always expect too much and they don't understand how it can hurt.

Suddenly, she finds herself drowning in staring at him like she is all about to appreciate one of the best and awesome works of art just here next to her. He is tired and needs to sleep, so she thinks it's better to make the night shorter and let him to finds his peace for what is left of the dark hours of the night.

“I have to wait till they back and we give you this. But I think before you get more awkward in front of everyone, better I do it now.” she states before taking off a little envelope from her handbag.

“This is your birthday gift.” Then she explains what's up about it, keeping the envelope close to him, expecting he takes it sooner and opens it.

“Two tickles of a flight, straight to Jeju Island for a break.” As he takes the envelope and slowly trying to open it, she couldn't help but leaks what's the surprise on it so then sees how his face changed to a shocked look.

“But I can’t go to a break now. I have a lot of stuff to do here.” He disaccords the idea of what they planned for him.

“They got your back and just want you to relax your mind only for a week.” She tries to comfort his worries and tells him to go and just have fun.

He looks at tickets in his hand. He knows he needs that to relax his mind for some days and only let his body and soul rest in peace to get enough energy to come back and work even harder. Indeed, he finished his promotions of his new album just some days ago and a great online concert after that, so he can accept it and just go. But when he just looks at that extra ticket, he feels bad even more that what it was. He doesn't want it. Better he chocks himself with working damn hard and pass out in late hours at night till tearing up every sunset in lonely holidays.

“You have to choose who you like to take with yourself for this trip.” She talks and makes it even more difficult to him. That much hard till he can't just deny that sad truth in his life.

“But I’m alone.” He says, mostly like a painful whimper and drops his head down. This view just aches Honey's heart. She doesn't want to see him like that.

“Any crush or someone you were into and you couldn’t tell it to her or even him to be with you?” She desperately tries to remind him what is not even exist in his life. And soon, when his expression even didn't change on a good way, she gives up. She feels guilty now because she sees herself as a bullying little girl at kindergarten who holds on a poor little boy and torturing him by the fact that he is all alone with no friends. She feels like a monster now.

“Ok! It’s up to you baby boy. You have your time till Friday night to find someone and stop being alone after all these years. Don’t you think?” She just says fast and gets up without waiting a second for his conceivable answer. But her words light his mind up this time. She's right. He's so sick to be alone, to wake up alone, to eat alone and even crying alone. Enough is enough to him.

He takes a deep breath and rise his head up to look her in the eyes, but it was like she was just that devil he thought about before and now she's all gone. Fully disappeared. But he doesn't want to give up. After all these times, he feels different around a girl and he can't deny his inner tendencies. His secret desires that used to scare him the hell out now feels not that bad and he knows it's all because of this fearless wild woman. He can't let all of this go so starts to search around between the crowd.

His friends are coming to him just by the time that they saw he gets lonely again. Almost disappointed in that thought he lost his chance to get a good girl in his birthday's night. Minhyuk climbs up to say some sarcastic words but Hoseok is faster. "Didn't you see where Honey goes?" He asks without even thinking twice and lets his friends confused. They also search around themselves to find her, but mostly they are curious why he is searching over her now after that long conversation between themselves? They want to know all about it.

"Does everything go well or ..." Hyongwon asks but he cuts his words off, his eyes moving between people faces one by one. "I'm fine. I'm about to leave and thank you for all of this but ..." He pauses at his words as his eyes catch her in front of the bar, ordering a drink for her terrible feels.

"I need to thank her too." He ends his sentence with some words which are meaning differently in this situation. Passing his friends so fast and almost running to the girl who is busy with choosing a heavy drink for herself.

She thanks the barman with a simple smile on his face which is gone almost when barman is turning around. She takes a deep breath and wants to spin around and see if he still looks upset or not, but when she just moves, almost jerk off with seeing him in only some inch distance with her face and body.

“Come with me.” He talks so speedy and she is not sure even if she hears him right with the loud music playing in the club.

“w-What?” She asks, looking like a lost little girl and completely eyes confused, do not to know where to focus. But he seems so serious and in rush.

“I know I look so rude and weird now but I think I want you to come with me.” He keeps himself down a bit and explains what he means. Now watching her with hope in his eyes to she accepts.

“So … I have to pack my things up.” She says confusedly. Not sure even what she's doing. Maybe it was what she waited for, but surely not like that. Anyway it looks cute so then why not?

“See you later.” He says with a fainted color smile on his lips. Probably thinking about he could save himself but also there's a voice in back of his head, saying terrifying words about how he can even control himself when he gets alone with this girl?

“Saturday morning on 9 AM.” She mentions date and time written on tickets. Low key saying that she spends a lot time to stare at those tickets wishing she be that lucky one who can stay with him on his unexpected vacation.

“Good night.” He says quickly as he sees his friends coming there. He was in pressure enough tonight from in and outside so better to run away now and let them to guess any dramatic things around what happened tonight.

“Yeah ... Good night.” She whispers, as watching his perfect back going out of her club, leaving her alone in shock and a bunch of questions which are coming to her and she doesn't know even how the fuck she supposes to tell them.

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Finally!!!!! I dare myself to upload it and there we go 😉

I hope you guys enjoy and don't care about errors lol 😆

Please let me know if you like that or not 🙏🏻🙈 sorry I'm so curious and excited for this fiction as it's my first one in English so ... Yeah just let me know 😅

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𝕚 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 (𝕜𝕒𝕥𝕤𝕦𝕜𝕚 𝕓𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠𝕦 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣)

Request by @loxbbg: Drummer Bakugo x Lead singer Reader (ngl saw a TikTok and couldn’t help it) and they have a really lowkey relationship and the reader is singing bad romance and she goes up to Bakugo and is basically like singing to him he like drops his sticks mid play and kisses her sending the crowd crzy and there other band mates (the rest of bakusquard) are like called it

A/N: If anybody asks, this isn’t one of my biggest fantasies. Also, no, I didn’t listen to Bad Romance a couple times before this to try and nail the ‘ole Tik Tok high note. Anywho, I love this idea! Enjoy this trainwreck of a concert!

Genre: female reader, musician/band au, swearing cause it’s Bakugou, established relationship, pg-13 due to some vulgar-ish things and a suggestive ending, the fans losing their minds over you and Bakugou 💥❤️

Word count: 2.8k

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“You are such an asshole,” you groaned, pushing your boyfriend on the couch.

“You are such a bitch,” he growled, pulling you onto to his lap to engage in a messy make-out session.

It was the U.A. International Music Festival, and your group, known as The Chaos Crew, was headlining the event. Today was the first performance, ushering in the exclusive guests who paid extra for V.I.P. status. To say the least, Katsuki Bakugou, your boyfriend and drummer, was a lot more annoying than usual. Some examples were how the kisses you shared were rougher, the hand holding was almost painful with how tight he squeezed, and the mic checks were filled with intense staring. However, the band didn’t know you two were together, making the situation much worse.

Somehow, your other friends turned bandmates Eijirou Kirishima, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, and Mina Ashido agreed to pursue the dream with you when you first offered up the idea. Bakugou took more convincing. He thought you were the most idiotic person on the planet. His superiority complex only became worse when you asked him if he could be the drummer for your new group. He agreed after hearing you beg for a couple weeks straight, which began the slippery slope of flirtatious tension. 

Despite you two being together all the time, the flirting wasn’t obvious. Bakugou would notice your skirts when they were just a bit shorter, and you would notice when his shirts when they got just a bit tighter. Neither of you ever let the other one know, though. Both of you despised each other so much that it would be the death of either of you for your secrets to get out.

One day, this changed during a photoshoot for your first magazine article. A rival band, known as The Pros, was at the shoot, and their lead singer, Deku, was asking you questions whenever you weren’t working. You didn’t mind it. You actually found it flattering how interested he was in your vocal range. However, after watching Deku “flirt” with you, Bakugou dragged you to the green room.

Slamming the door, he turned around and asked, “Are you fucking blind, (y/n)?”

“Excuse me?” you scoffed.

“You heard me. He’s flirting with you for fuck’s sake! Tell him to just leave before I knock it into him.”

His overprotectiveness shocked you. You were more than confused. You weren’t that pretty, so Deku couldn’t be flirting with you. Your hair was well put together, your makeup was done nicely, and you were dressed with just a tad bit of sexiness, but you still looked average. It didn’t add up.

“Deku is not flirting with me,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “He’s just assessing the competition.”

“He’s staring at your tits and waiting for your little skirt to flip up,” Bakugou replied, clenching his fist.

“Ugh, stop being so vulgar!”

“I’m being honest, princess.”

Marching over to him, you met his gaze. Waiting for him to continue with another statement, you stood in front of him and didn’t cower under his stare. Instead of getting an earful, you felt pressure on your lips. He kissed you, and you loved it. You loved it too much. He was like a drug, and your first hit left you wanting more.

You ended up spending the next 30 minutes in the green room making out and telling each other how much you hated it. It was true love, and after this experience, you began dating each other in private. Your family knew and so did his, but your bandmates didn’t. At least, you both were in agreement about that.

As time went on, The Chaos Crew began rising in the charts. After releasing 3 number one singles, you started touring and gaining a much bigger fan base. The Chaos Children, or what your fanbase called themselves, began doing every celebrity’s nightmare in a matter of weeks: shipping. The most popular ship within your band was, you guessed it, you and Bakugou. This was a running joke between Denki and Sero, but little did they know it was already a sailing ship. This only made you keep your relationship even more private.

Now, back to the U.A. International Music Festival. The feverish kiss ended, leaving you and your hot-headed boyfriend panting messes. Leaning into him, you nuzzled your face in his neck. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone before stopping to just inhale his scent.

“Since when are you so needy?” Bakugou joked, mocking you.

“Since when did you start acting like a child?” you snapped back.

You yelped, realizing Bakugou had slapped your exposed thigh. Whenever you both were performing, he felt the need to have his hands on you at all times. The band and fanbase, however, couldn’t know about you two. It would be too detrimental to your career.

“When am I gonna see you in my room?” Bakugou asked, rubbing where a red mark was forming due to his slap.

“Tonight,” you coyly replied.

“Oh really? Will you be wearing my favorite little outfit?”

“Of course, I will.”

Suddenly, a loud knock interrupted your rendezvous. Brushing yourself off, you leaped off of Bakugou’s lap and stood up as formally as possible. Of course, you two had snuck off together. You couldn’t just tell everyone you were going somewhere with Bakugou alone. However, you were relieved to hear a familiar voice on the other side.

“Bakugou? (y/n)?” Mina called, waiting for either of you to reply.

“Come on in, babe,” you replied, saying it a little too quickly.

Mina opened the door and smirked when she saw you two. She had her suspicions about the two of you, but they were never confirmed nor denied. She knew she might never get her ship to sail, but she would never tell either of you that.

“What do you want, Bug Eyes?” Bakugou grumbled.

“Not much,” Mina shrugged, “but I have news. We have a schedule change.”

At this, Bakugou exchanged a look with you. A schedule change during the U.A. Festival was like waiting outside of a store for days for a limited-edition item then leaving and never buying it. Someone dropped their act for later that night. There was no other possibility.

“Sero got an update from Shinsou,” Mina stated, “and it looks like Deku broke his ankle from a stunt during their last show. They can’t perform tonight.”

Bakugou smirked, and you punched him in the arm. Ever since the photoshoot, he despised Deku. It was as if they were born to be rivals, which made you laugh a little.

“What’s the plan?” you questioned, knowing that Shinsou, one of the event directors, had already made one.

“We’re taking half of their slot,” Mina smiled, shoving a set list into Bakugou’s hands. “The other half is going to Itsuka Kendo, the new solo artist. She’s going first, and then we’re up.”

“We planning on singing from a particular era?” Bakugou asked, focusing more on the set list rather than the conversation.

“They don’t want us singing our songs,” Mina replied, causing both you and Bakugou to choke on air. “They want us to cover popular music.”

“We have no idea why, though. It’s kind of stupid, if you ask me,” Denki complained, walking in with Kirishima and Sero hot on his tail.

Upon their entrance, the boys came over to give you a hug and congratulate you on the earlier show. It went off without a hitch, and they insisted they give you credit since it was due. However, when a question about you and Bakugou running off came up, Bakugou immediately stepped in and said he wanted to jot down some lyric ideas. A game of playful banter began and went on for about 5 minutes before Shinsou entered the room.

“Well, it’s good to see that our fill-ins are ready for tonight,” he chuckled, walking over to place a hand on Denki’s shoulder. “You guys ready?”

“Obviously,” Bakugou grinned. “How bad can it be? We’re just performing covers. It’ll be just like the old days.”

Immediately, your first performances and venues came to mind. Run-down bars and covers were normal for a few months before getting signed on by Shouta Aizawa, president of 1-A Records. After that, you were able to write your own music and live your dream.

“Yeah,” you chimed in, moving closer to Bakugou, “we can perform the last cover set we did before we got signed.”

“Hell yeah!” Kirishima yelled, pumping his fist in the air. “The Bad Romance Set was always my favorite.”

Everyone was in agreement. Shinsou trusted you all enough to bid you farewell for a few hours before you were called back on stage. The Bad Romance Set was, simply, the best cover set The Chaos Crew ever played. It was a tribute to Lady Gaga, and it celebrated her amazing career. Mina was the Beyoncé to your Gaga on Telephone. Kirishima was the killer guitarist during Shallow. Bakugou was the best drummer on the planet during Bad Romance, the huge finale piece of the set. It was the perfect set to get the crowd hyped and into the show.

Soon enough, the show was about to start. Itsuka was on her last song, a personal tribute to her ex-boyfriend. You were gussied up in all black, sporting a short mini skirt, a low-cut shirt, and a leather jacket. It was perfect. You looked like you could kill anyone that crossed your path, and you probably could. It only attracted your boyfriend even more to the prospect of getting handsy before the show.

“Come on, sexy,” he growled, kissing under you ear. “Let’s do it. We’ve got a few minutes.”

“No,” you responded, pushing him away. “We have to stay focused. You know our ground rules.”

Rolling his eyes, he kept trying and trying and trying. After denying him multiple times, he smacked your ass before sulking away to sit at his drum set on the dark stage. Once he did that, the rest of your bandmates followed his lead and walked on stage. The lights went up, causing the crowd to lose their minds over your presence. Glancing back at your boyfriend, you nodded your head to signal him to start the first song.

The act went wonderful. When you sang to the audience, you could tell the hardcore Gaga fans from the fakes. However, no one seemed disappointed in the set. Everyone thought it was fun and easy to dance to. It was very clear, though, that everyone was waiting on one song: Bad Romance. After 25 minutes of Gaga hits, you glanced back at Bakugou and nodded your head again.

Once the drums began for the final song, the rest of the band chimed in to start the melody. Immediately, the crowd recognized it and sang the opening verse with you. Mina chimed in with her amazing voice to layer your vocals. Sero and Denki had the electric guitar and synth timed perfectly with one another, which only added to Kirishima’s bass. Bakugou, of course, played his drums with passion and never took his eyes off of you.

Once the first bridge of the song arrived, your bandmates began growing with excitement. Your singing ability was always incredible to them, but the first time you nailed the added high note in the final chorus of Bad Romance, they knew you would be their lead vocalist. The moment was fast approaching, and you took the mic from the stand. 

Finishing up the second bridge, you walked around to personally serenade each of your bandmates. First, Mina and you made sure to twirl each other, causing her to chuckle just a bit. You sauntered over to Denki, jamming out on an air guitar to compliment his real one. Next, Sero was graced with your presence, and he added a riff to impress the crowd. Kirishima was surprised, and you both exchanged flirtatious winks at one another. However, these actions annoyed Bakugou to no end. His blood was boiling, and his jealousy was rising. He needed to show these extras exactly who you belonged to.

The final chorus began, and you arrived at Bakugou’s drum set. To tease the fans just a bit, you decided you were going to belt the high note right next to your boyfriend. Besides, this entire song was about him and you. This song was the most important one in the whole set because of that. You knew it would give the audience the best reaction and moment to capture on film.

I want your love, and all your lover's revenge You and me could write a bad romance Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh Caught in a bad romance

The crowd went wild. A constant chant of “(y/n)” was repeated over and over again and filled the venue. The end of the song was close, and Bakugou’s patience was running thin. You didn’t move, stuck next to his drum set. Whether you were trying to prove a point or your affection for him made his brain hurt. All he knew was that he couldn’t keep it a secret anymore.

“Want your bad romance,” you sang, finishing off the song as dramatically as possible.

Leaping out of his seat, Bakugou threw down his sticks and bounded over to you before wrapping his arms around you. He pressed his lips to yours, claiming you in front of everyone watching. You fumbled with the mic before successfully flicking the off switch and let it fall to the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him. He tapped your hip, signaling you to jump. You happily obliged, basking in the way his calloused hands gripped your thighs.

Screams filled the venue. Fangirls cried about the way Bakugou held you while others cried because he was holding you and not them. Paparazzi snapped as many photos as possible, hoping to capture the best photo that could be put up on TMZ. Parents tried to cover their children’s eyes because they thought the scene was so vulgar. Oh yeah, you guys were definitely going to be trending on Twitter.

In a flash, the lights went dark across the entire venue. The screams didn’t cease, even when an announcement came over the loudspeakers. It wasn’t heard the first time, probably since you and Bakugou broke everyone there. However, speaker volume could be raised, and the announcement could be heard through the crowd on the second try.

“Attention festival guests,” the lovely voice began, “tonight’s performances are over. Thank you for attending the V.I.P. exclusive day. We hope to see you all tomorrow for the first official day. Have a wonderful night and stay rockin’!”

Before groans of protest could be heard, your band was escorted off stage and immediately into your limousine. Your were able to successfully avoid paparazzi, but that didn’t mean you and Bakugou were safe. You had your friends, and they were all nosy in their own ways.

“It was the photoshoot,” Kirishima began.

“Yeah! Come on, you wouldn’t stop glaring at Deku, Bakugou!” Mina grinned.

“We knew you both were together,” Sero smirked.

“Yeah, come on! You think we didn’t notice when you guys would run off to lock lips and do who knows what else?” Denki added on.

Bakugou was more than pissed off. After the onslaught of statements brought to the table, Bakugou effectively shut them up by yelling, “If any of you touch my girl, I’ll your kick your asses. Got it?”

“Whatever you say,” Kirishima replied, flashing a grin and a thumbs-up.

“Just use protection!” Mina reminded, forcing some questionable hand gestures and noises from Denki and Sero.

After 15 minutes of torture, the limo arrived at the five-star hotel. In a matter of seconds, Bakugou had opened the door and picked you up bridal style so he could carry you up to the room. You had all booked the penthouse, since the U.A. Festival was such a big deal. You each had your own room, but you figured you two might have free reign of the whole place for while due to Mina’s previous innuendo.

Once you arrived in Bakugou’s room, he plopped you down on the bed. Smirking at you, he removed his shirt and went to get something a bit more comfortable out of his suitcase. You couldn’t help but look at the beautiful muscles that adorned his body. It made you feel hot and a little flustered.

“Go change,” he commanded, turning around to face you again.

You chuckled and replied, “Oh, come on. You know me.”

You slipped off your leather jacket, bending forward just a bit to let him gaze at your cleavage. He licked his lips and threw down the extra shirt he had grabbed. Walking over to you, he roughly grabbed your hips and pulled your body into his.

Leaning forward, you smirked and whispered in his ear, “I already have the set on. Wanna help me get out of it?”

[green-blue-heller]

Look What You Made Me Do (Cockles FanFic)

Title: Look What You Made Me Do

Pairing: Cockles (Jensen x Misha)

Fandom: Supernatural RPF

Rating: GA

A/N: Part of my 500 follower celebration. This was based off a prompt by @dolphindiluna.

If you want to send me a prompt based on the theme, coming out, check out my pinned post.

Words: 2729

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Jensen stood on the stage, Robbie and the boys of Louden Swain behind him, music pumping into his earbuds as he smiled at the roaring crowd. A wave of panic filled him as the opening notes of his intro music sent the crowd into a frenzy, and he tried to swallow the lump in his throat.

In the back of his mind, there was a voice screaming at him to turn around and leave the stage as quickly as he could. That would be the smart thing to do. Especially since his stunt was about to lead to career suicide.

But as he glanced to his right, he caught sight of Misha and the smile on the other man’s face took his breath away. With a shy smile, he looked down at his feet for a moment.

You can do this, Jackles.

It wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment decision that brought him up on stage during the con’s Saturday Night Special.

It started out as something he wanted to do for Misha. Which was totally the wrong reason to want to do this. But he’d had such a hard time after the show ended.

Truthfully, he’d been having a hard time the last couple of years, and Jensen knew he hadn’t made things easier. Misha had never shied away from his sexuality, while Jensen had still very much been in the closet except for a few close friends.

But the whole Destiel thing had been like watching a trainwreck you just couldn’t look away from. The network and studio handled things badly and forced Misha to take the brunt of it, even though it wasn’t anywhere near the scope of his responsibility.

But he did it.

And Jensen hated it.

There had been a few bigwigs in charge who hadn't known but highly suspected that Jensen and Misha had been an item. It wasn’t like they really hid it on set, but they didn’t flaunt it either.

Misha called their remarks whenever they were on set or at a con, a microaggression.

Jensen took his word for it, as he really had no clue, other than that Misha meant it was homophobic, even if they didn’t seem to be on the surface.

So, he wanted to do something for Misha. To show him that he was loved and appreciated. And that he was committed to him, even with the show being over.

Misha and Danneel were his forever. And he never wanted either of them to forget it.

He had spent long hours over the last couple of weeks leading up to Vegas Con, talking it out with not just Misha, but with Danneel and even Vicki. They, along with the kids, were his life. And he would never make a rash decision, especially a possibly life-altering one, without consulting them first.

But they understood what he wanted. And what it could mean for all of them.

And they were all ready to stand by his side, no matter what he chose.

So, two months after he first got that cursed idea, he found himself on stage, in Vegas for the first time since the show wrapped up.

What a clusterfuck that had been. He knew it was bad as soon as it had been pitched. There were too many ways that things could go wrong by the time they got to the finale. And boy, did they ever go wrong.

Not that he was against Dean and Cas ending up together.

Jensen snuck another peek at Misha and smiled to himself. No, he definitely did not mind Dean and Cas ending up together. They deserved to be as happy as he and Misha.

The only problem was that, as he suspected, by the time push came to shove, no one was able to pull the trigger.

They’d cocked the gun and pointed it, had Cas confess, but then the execs at the studio were on edge over the dailies they’d been sent. With a global pandemic knocking on their door, they were afraid to go with anything but sticking to the status quo.

Except the show had been anything but status quo for quite some time. They were just too slow to realize.

He knew some of it was personal bias but that most of it was business. Though they managed to screw up even that.

But he was at the con, and he was going to do what he could. For everyone involved who deserved some vindication. They deserved to know they weren’t crazy.

Jensen took a deep breath and looked out at the crowd and gave them the most charming Dean Winchester smile he could manage.

And it sent them wild.

“Hey, guys!” When the crowd cheered their own greeting back at him, Jensen grinned.

With another deep breath, he steeled his nerves and mentally nudged himself forward. This had been his idea, and he still knew and agreed that it was the best idea, but that didn’t make him any less nervous.

Especially since he knew he was about to piss off the studio execs who were footing a large portion of the bill for his and Danneel’s production company.

He was almost certain he could kiss that goodbye.

“Look, I know there has been a lot of discourse since the show ended, and even more questions. I wish I could give you all the answers you’re looking for, but I hope that tonight, we can clear some things up.”

He knew it wasn’t a lot, but he wanted to be able to give the fans as much as he could, as much as he was comfortable with.

“Wow,” he said with a chuckle. “I haven’t been this nervous up on stage in a long time.”

He grinned at Rob as the music morphed and the opening bars to a Taylor Swift song kicked into his ears.

Part of him felt stupid. This was a stupid song for him to sing. But it was fitting.

He didn’t like to be backed into a corner, nor did he like his loved ones to be put into uncomfortable positions. And that had happened with most of them since their twelve-to-fifteen-year tenure on Supernatural ended.

Jensen knew he made a lot of mistakes in the last decade, and tonight he planned on correcting some of them.

A cleansing breath went through his lungs as he caught sight of Misha again, who flashed him a grin and a thumbs up.

He could do it.

He needed to do it.

Misha deserved it.

Jensen deserved it.

Their wives deserved it.

He opened his mouth and as soon as he started to croon out the first line, his voice low and smooth like a fine whiskey, the fans erupted into such a frenzy. Jensen thought might never stop grinning.

“I don't like your little games

Don't like your tilted stage

The role you made me play of the fool

No, I don't like you

I don't like your perfect crime

How you laugh when you lie

You said the gun was mine

Isn't cool, no, I don't like you”

As Jensen finished the first verse of the song, he felt his confidence grow. He’d practiced - a lot. He knew what he was doing and he trusted the band to be there for him and back him up as they’d rehearsed.

They’d smoothed out some of the music, made it more fitting to his vocal style, and the crowd erupted as the music morphed into what was more likely to resemble a 90’s rock ballad than a Taylor Swift song.

In the back of his mind, he thought it was a little sacrilege, but he’d never admit it out loud.

“But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time

Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me do”

Jensen soon found himself bopping his head along with the crowd.

With a grin, he turned and strode over to Rob, who shook his head with a hearty laugh.

“I don't like your kingdom keys

They once belonged to me

You asked me for a place to sleep

Locked me out and threw a feast (what?)”

This was it.

His moment.

Their moment.

Jensen is no longer looking at the crowd. He’s all but forgotten there is even anyone else there as he continues to sing without even thinking about it.

How could he think, when he found himself lost in the perfect storm of those blue eyes that stared back into his green ones?

He moved with purpose as he marched across the stage.

“The world moves on, another day another drama, drama

But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure

Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours”

And in one swift motion, he pulled Misha, who had taken his outstretched hand, and pulled him out on the stage and Rob picked up the vocals and sang the chorus.

They had taken a few steps back when they let go and Jensen’s hand reached up to cup Misha’s face while his left hand, which still had his microphone, snaked its way under his boyfriend’s arm and wrapped around his back.

Jensen gently pulled Misha against him, who complied, putting both his hands on Jensen’s hips as their lips met and lazily molded together.

They fit perfectly.

Kissing Misha wasn’t even something Jensen had to think about, it just came as naturally as kissing Danneel.

He was sure the crowd was going crazy, but all he could hear was the whimper he elicited from his boyfriend as their lips parted and Jensen’s tongue caressed Misha’s.

“But I got smarter

I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time)

Honey, I rose up from the dead

I do it all the time (I do it all the time)

I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined

I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!”

Jensen pulled away, hand sliding down to Misha’s shoulder, breathless as always when Misha is near.

“I love you, babe,” Jensen whispered as he looked into Misha’s shining eyes that threatened to spill tears. Because even though he knew what Jensen was planning, it was real, at that moment, and Jensen could see that it was hitting Misha harder than he could have imagined.

His heart swelled as he moved his hand from cupping Misha’s shoulder to wrap around the back of his neck and pull him into a hug.

As he turned their bodies to face toward the crowd, Jensen smiled, his own teary eyes taking in the crowd that had gone wild, and dropped a soft kiss onto the top of Misha’s head.

With a grin, he stepped back and glanced over his shoulder to see Rob grinning at him. He threw the other man a wink as he gave a nod of appreciation for all his support and love not only given to him, but to Misha.

As he turned his gaze back to the crowd, a wicked grin spread across his face as he tilted his head at Misha, who was still securely snuggled into his side, and brought the microphone back to his mouth.

“Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me do”

Jensen couldn’t help but chuckle into the microphone as he caught Misha’s eye roll. Of course, the older man thought he was being over the top and more protective than he needed to be. But he also knew how much it meant to him.

The look in his eyes, at the unshed tears and the smile that went on for miles, was all Jensen needed at that moment.

He knew he made the right decision. His family was more important than some job. There were plenty of things he could do besides acting or having a production company, if it actually came to that.

There was the Family Business Beer Company, there was Radio Company, not to mention the profits they turned from renovating houses and flipping them. And it wasn’t like the studio or network could now retroactively go back and undo the contract he already had for residuals from the show.

Jensen tried to swoop in and steal a kiss, but Misha let out a shy laugh and playfully pushed his face away as he gave one of his patented not-so-subtle winks. He immediately found himself letting out a chuckle as he let his arm fall from Misha’s shoulder and took a step forward, really paying attention to the crowd for the first time.

They were on their feet still, and going wild. All the bright lights from the cameras snapping pictures was a little much, especially since there wasn’t supposed to be flash photography, but he couldn’t find it in him to complain about anything at the moment.

As the bridge was about to kick in, he motioned with his hand for the crowd to join him.

“I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me

I'll be the actor starring in your bad dreams”

He was grinning like a loon as he dropped his arm to his side, but he really didn’t care. Especially as he made his way back over to Misha and slid his hand home within Misha’s. They were a perfect fit.

“(Ooh, look what you made me do)

(Look what you made me do)

(Look what you just made me do)

I'm sorry

But the old Jensen can't come to the phone right now

Why? Oh, 'cause he's dead (oh)”

He knew he’d get in trouble for it later, but with a dramatic flourish, Jensen held his arm out in front of him and let the mic fall to the stage.

What were they going to do? Fire him?

As Jensen stared into the endless pools of Misha’s blue eyes, he didn’t really care what they did anymore.

He was going to do what he wanted, what felt right . And not let anyone else tell him differently.

And at that moment, all he wanted to do was kiss Misha.

His movement caught the other man by surprise, as he reached over and put one hand behind his back, and one behind his head, and gave him a slight dip before he leaned down and claimed his lips.

When they came up for air, they didn’t even realize there was anyone else in the room. They only had eyes for each other as they reached for each other at the same time, took each other’s hand, and walked off the stage as Rob and the band finished out the song.

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me do

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me-

Ooh, look what you made me do

Look what you made me do

Look what you just made me do

Look what you just made me do

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[peachjungs]

“white night”: a soft jaehyun drabble 🍑✨💕

pairings: jaehyun x female reader / mentions of johnny, taeyong, mark, and yuta

genre: fluff??? / ceo!jaehyun / girlfriend!female reader

word count: 1.3k+ (didn’t even know I wrote that much wtf 😳 also sorry if there are any typos 👉🏽👈🏽)

summary: you and your drunk CEO boyfriend jaehyun are coming home from a dinner and things go uwu ✨

A/N: hellooo, this is my first post??? im still getting used to the way tumblr is set up and such but yeah i hope you guys enjoy this soft drabble  -🍑

☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎

“WAAAHHHH!!! get off meeee I’m okayyy....” Jaehyun wailed at the top of his lungs as you and Taeyong struggled to help the large man walk to your front door. “Dude shut up you’re gonna wake up the whole neighborhood!” Johnny said as he covered Jaehyuns mouth with his hand and looking into his eyes. “Seriously it’s like 2am. Do. Not.” Jaehyun rolled his eyes and Johnny uncovered his mouth and moved over to you. “Where are your keys?” He said going through your purse. “Left pocket.” You said before you felt Jaehyun let out a weak swing to Johnny before almost stumbling onto the pavement. “HEY! BACK OFF! THATS MY GIRL!” “Oh my god Jae please.....” you said attempting to hold him up again. “Dude relax, no one wants her” Johnny said finally taking the jingling noise in your bag. You side eyed Johnny and he shot his arms up in defense. “Sorry sorry I didn’t mean it like that I—“ “It’s fine I don’t care, just next time let’s not let him order so much wine. I know we were celebrating but still this guy is such a lightweight” you said as Taeyong helped you lead Jaehyun to the door. ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ Tonight was the celebration dinner for Jung Inc. Jaehyun, the CEO of said company, had finally gotten his new brand finalized and approved by the board so you all went out. It was you, Jae, and his coworkers Johnny, Taeyong, Mark and Yuta. The dinner was nice, at was at one of the most expensive restaurants in Korea and the drinks were top notch. That was the problem. Jaehyun kept ordering bottle after bottle. Who could blame him though. He always puts his all into his brand. Spending countless days and nights up in his study working on one project after another, making phone calls, arranging meetings, etc. Sometimes you’d pop up inside once in awhile as you made my way back from the bathroom, not as much to interrupt him but just to check up. You’d walk up to his chair and gently rub his back or to give him a reassuring kiss that everything will work out. Lo and behold, it finally did. You weren’t surprised no one else got as drunk as him. Jae isn’t the type to party often, considering he cant hold down his liquor and he gets his Asian glow after 2 sip, but tonight was different. You could see a wave of relief over him as you all enjoyed the night. Once you guys were all done, Yuta insisted on taking Mark home afterwards, most likely to get some alone time with him, but everyone knew not to argue when it came to Mark so we let them go. That left you Johnny and Taeyong to get Mr. Tipsy home. You barely drank compared to everyone else so you drove everyone back to your house and here we are now. ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ ☁︎︎ “Just open the door John, this dude is like 500 pounds” Taeyong blurted out. “heeyyyy thats not nice tyong-ahhh. I’m n-not a fat boyyy” Jae managed to slur out. Taeyong glared at him. “I have half a mind to drop you right now.” “Alright alright” Johnny said as he inserted the key and let you guys into the house. Johnny held the door for you two as you and Taeyong guided Jaehyun to the couch and sat him down. He plopped his body down and rested his head on the back of the couch. You and Taeyong caught your breaths with the reliving feeling of not having to carry 180 pounds. “Thanks Tyong-ah” you said as Johnny handed me my keys and put them and my purse on the coffee table. “I got it from here guys, don’t be surprised if he calls in tomorrow” you said. “Trust me we already know, good luck” you hugged and kissed both of them on the cheek and they headed out, closing the door behind them. You let out a deep sigh and turned back around to Jae, he turned his head to you giggling, his crescent eyes half open and asian glow in full swing. You couldn��t help but shake your head and laugh. “What am I gonna do with you?” You walked over to the door and took off your shoes and placed them in the shoe rack and then walked back to Jae. You sat next to him and rubbed his head as it still leaned on the back of the couch. “Baby come on, we have to get out these fancy clothes” He wore a sleek black suit with a white button up and a black tie. His fashion sense was pretty simple, he was never difficult when it came to clothes. You could catch him in a plain black tee and sweats almost every time he wasn’t at work. “Mmm....” He hummed as he shut his eyes for a bit and smiled. His dimples never took a break as they formed from his cheeks. You took a moment to admire him. His dark slicked back hair revealing his forehead, thick bushy eyebrows that shaped so naturally, perfectly plump lips, rosey red cheeks, and lastly, his puffy moon like eyes staring back at you. He seemed little more alert, but still buzzed. You started to feel so grateful to have someone like him in your life, someone who you knew would be there for you no matter what. You knew from the first time you kissed that he was the one. "You okay?" You asked him concerned. "Mhm.." he said as he attempted to stand up by himself, but almost wobbling over. You got up quick enough to catch him and his hands snaked around your waist as he rested his head on your shoulder. "Alexa, play White Night, volume 7" he said loud enough for the device to hear him and the music started playing. Your arms wrapped around his cologne stained neck and your head rested between his shoulder and his peck and he slowly rocked you side to side to the music. You feel the warmth from his body, his steady heartbeat against your eardrum, and the way his chest slowly rises and falls with his breathing. You two were silent as the room was filled with the smooth vocals. His hold on you made you feel at peace and safe. "I love you." Jaehyun hummed in your ear. "so much." "I-I love you too" You were shocked. Even though he always tells you that, something about this very moment felt different. He held you tighter as he continued to talk. "You've always been by my side no matter what.... whether it was watching me work all day or me having to stay at the office late...you're always there waiting for me even though I wouldn't be there for you...I didn't expect this project to take as long as it did... I felt like such a shitty boyfriend and I didn't want you to think I was neglecting you or anything--" He paused when he heard you sniffle and he pulled back little bit to look at your face. "Oh no...baby I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry" He reached his hands up to cup your cheeks and pulled you into a soft kiss. The taste of liquor still lingered on lips but you didn't mind. He kissed you passionately before pulling away and look back into your eyes as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs. "Don't you ever think you're a bad boyfriend Jae, you're everything I could ever ask for. You're everything I've ever wanted and more. I told you I'd be there for through anything. I'm just happy everything worked out in the end. And I don't want to hear your talk like that again, okay?" You flicked his forehead lightly and your voiced cracked a little bit as you pulled yourself together. He giggled and rubbed his head "oww...okay okay I won't". He pulled you into another hug as the song ended. "Jae can we please get changed and go to bed now it's literally like 2:30am" you said looking up at him pouting. He kissed your forehead and nodded and you two started walking to your shared room to get relaxed and drift off to sleep.

[marueonmain]

WINDFLOWER

part nine ~ i’ll walk with you ~

(part one) (part two) (part three) (part four) (part five) (part six) (part seven) (part eight) (part nine)

A/N: I’ve had these scenes in mind since I started writing. Messages/Asks are open. Take time for yourself this week if you can. You’re important. 

Summary: George plans a party. Alex hears more noise coming from Sammy & Y/N’s apartment; he investigates.

Pairing: imallexx x reader

Warning: Implications of an Abusive Relationship.

Word Count: 3.9k      BLUE TEXT = FLASHBACKS

Afternoon sun seeped in between where the window curtains in his bedroom met, creating a diagonal slash of light across Alex’s face. Eyes closed; light brown eyelashes rested softly on even softer cheeks. Their natural blush toned down in his unconsciousness. Lips relaxed to be parted the tiniest amount, enough to let out small mewls as he slept: more like purring than snoring.

He appeared delicate enough to break with a single glance. Peaceful. Calm. Unproblematic. Unlike when he was awake.

Clattering of cookware and the smell of burnt are both unpleasant things to wake up to. Combine the two, add muttered cursing in his flatmate’s distinct voice, and that would be Alex’s alarm clock.

Ten hours of dead sleep ended abruptly at a SLAM of a kitchen drawer followed with the metal clash of pans and the refrigerator door being opened and shut repeatedly. It was odd. George was usually a quiet presence to have around. Often loud-mouthed but always light on his feet.

Alex groaned and squeezed his eyes tighter, but he was not able to ignore the noise. Rolling twice over, he moved to one side of the bed and dragged himself out from under his duvet. Retying the strings on his pajama bottoms – which had slipped to be sitting precariously on his hips – he scanned his room. Deciding to load his arms up with food wrappers and half-full glasses before leaving.

“Morning,” George called over his shoulder as he pushed a spatula around in a pan in short panic-fueled movements. A light smoke spiraled up into his face.

“Is it?”

“Close enough.” He moved the pan off the hob. “It’s half one.”  

Flipping the glasses in his arms upside down and loading them into the dishwasher, Alex smiled to himself. Knowing whatever it was his flatmate was making – he would end up eating. It was not that either of them were terrible cooks just that both were impatient and set temperatures higher than should be or was recommended. To be fair, things did come out faster but also often simultaneously burnt in parts and still raw in others.

“We’re set to host this weekend.” George piped up as he pushed his concoction from the pan onto a plate – an identical one next to it. “How much alcohol do you think we need to stock up? Keeping in mind that Will asked us to keep him accountable after how he crashed last time…”

Alex closed the dishwasher and put the food wrappers in the kitchen bin. He took a bar seat and watched his flatmate finish up. “You invited Becky, right?”

“Right.”

“And she said she’d come? Might as well double it is whatever we got.”

George laughed. He slid the spatula and pan he used to cook, into the waiting water of the plugged sink. Taking a plate up in each hand, he moved to take a bar seat and placed in front of Alex a very crispy looking omelet. It was cheese and ham and mushroom.

“Thanks,” Alex mumbled around the fork already shoveling food into his mouth.

It was quiet for a few minutes as both men ate at their respective speeds: George with small quick bites and Alex with large, almost inhuman bites he did not necessarily chew before swallowing.

Adjusting his glasses, as he had not bothered to mess with his contacts that morning, George piped up with, “James texted me earlier. Aria and him are hitting up a pub or two tonight for a birthday celebration thing. I don’t know. But he wanted us to come along.”

“It’s not James’ birthday.”

“I think it’s for one of Aria’s friends. Reckon he just doesn’t want to be the one guy there.”

“I think I’m going to be busy.”

“Scraping together a video because you’re already late to upload doesn’t count as ‘being busy.’” George chuckled.

Quiet crept back into the conversation, expanding out like a noxious gas and poisoning all the air in the apartment, maybe even the entire floor of the building.

Omelets were eaten. Plates were cleared and cleaned. It came time for both to go return to their separate sides of the apartment into their separate lives and separate understandings. Alex reached for the handle on his bedroom door.

George pitched his voice a smidge lower than usual and started, “It’s ok—”

“Piss. I hate it when you do that. Do we have to?” Shoving a hand through his hair, Alex stepped back from the door, choosing instead to lean on the back of the sofa with arms crossed as he faced his flatmate. Why could we not have a regular morning? Why does he have to go on and ruin it?

“It’s OK to be, you know, lonely.”

Alex scoffed. “How could I be lonely when I got you hovering over me all the time?”

“I meant like romantic-like. There’s no shame in using Tinder and Grindr and that.”

“I’m not lonely.” He almost put the word in air quotes. Almost. “Or if I was, I’m not that desperate – besides, you pretty well ruined my dating ability on Grindr. Why you concerned anyway?”

“You’ve been moping. Acting all far away from things and that.”

“Oh. Well, I don’t mean to be if I am.” It did not take a lot of words for Alex to express the admiration he held for George and his genuine gratitude for the compassion all his mates had shown him. It did not take a lot of words, just a tone he reserved for them and a knowing look. “Don’t always notice it.”

“I do. When you’re not your usual annoying self, chattering on and on about Star Wars and Lord of the Rings for hours, making me want to chop off my ears.”

“And bagging a bird will fix me right up?”

“You don’t need fixing.” George shrugged. “I’m not trying to get sappy or whatever, but the right person comes along; sometimes, you just need to set-up the right conditions for that right person, you know?”

“You get one girlfriend in your whole life, and you’re a relationship expert, is that it?”

“Basically.”

Laughing, Alex pushed himself off the back of the sofa and meandered a couple of steps closer to his bedroom door. Signaling a clear desire to end the conversation – not that George would pick up on even the most obvious body language: what with his watermelon-level social skills.

Unsurprisingly enough, for each step Alex took to distance himself from his flatmate, George took an equal step toward him. His hands came up in front of him in an it’s not all bad type gesture.

“Come out with James and me tonight and have some fun. I’ll even stay out the way if you want to bring a lass back to the flat.” George winked an exaggerated wink.

“I can’t get a pet lizard because of possible diseases, but you’re condoning a one-nighter?”

“Yeah, could do you some good.”

Alex tapped his socked foot against the floor, a rhythm of gentle thumps. Rubbing the back of his neck, he said hesitantly, “I’ll think about it – going out – ask me again later?”

“Alright.” George nodded. Both men resigned from the conversation and moved towards their respective bedrooms.

~LATER~

Alex flashed a smile to the camera. “Don’t forget to leave a like, subscribe if you’re new, and turn notifications on. And I’ll see you guys in the next video. Peace out people and have a good day.”

He stopped the recording. It was the entire rest of his afternoon, but he had finally finished filming himself having another go at Brent Rivera. Drained from even simulated socialization, Alex pushed off from his chair and dumped himself on top of his bed. Sprawled out like a lowercase letter ‘x.’

It took a lot of trial and error over most of his life to learn how essential breaks were to his productivity. Pulling his phone from his pocket and his earbuds from off his side table, he pressed play on his most recently cultivated playlist. Alex let his eyelids flutter closed (without intentions to sleep) and focused on the music: steady. sappy. great vocals.

From above him came the familiar sound of muffled shouting followed with a new sound – the shattering of glass. It was loud enough to hear over his music. Alex pulled his earbuds out and laid still, cocking his head a tad, as he listened.

All couples fight. Alex knew that. First of all, because he was not an idiot. Second of all, because he had gotten into it with all his past partners at some time or another. Now he also knew he was not an aggressive person nor intimidating in most situations. But he had gotten rather angry before – pulsing neck vein kind of angry.

He had shouted and been met with stunned quiet. He had shouted and been met with shouts of equal anger. It was never pleasant. It solved nothing, and he regretted it after.

Muffled shouting remained indistinct but grew in volume. Alex closed his eyes tighter; he was weak in the stomach like he was going to be sick and felt lighter like he had been bloodletting. His breathing picked up. He tried to ignore it – the shouting. With rattling hands, he put his earbuds back in and practiced some of that self-talk his therapist had once recommended.

All couples fight. It is normal. There is nothing to be anxious about. I am not there. It does not involve me.

There was a second shattering sound from above. An army of nightmare scenarios invaded his head. He did not know what was happening. He did not know what was happening and it. was. killing. him.

What if I did nothing and Y/N’s in genuine trouble?

Alex took to his feet in a flash. Slipping his phone in his pocket and snatching his keys off his desk, he stormed out of the bedroom like he was escaping a fire.

“Al, where are you going?” George dropped what he was doing, jumped to stand, and near hurdled over the sofa in a race to reach the front door first. In a stern command, he called, “Stop.”

But the younger was not listening. Alex had his hand on the door handle, pulling it open just ten centimetres when George appeared to the side of him and closed it with one hand, trapping him inside.

“Let me go.” He pulled the handle, gaining no more leverage.

“Not until you tell me where you’re going.”

“I—” It was apparent he wanted to get the words out, but before another distorted syllable could be spoken, Alex stopped and turned his eyes up to the ceiling: to the muffled shouting.

Rigid in stance, George scrunched up his forehead; he did not move his gaze from Alex. “No. You have to let it be. You have to—just, don’t get involved.”

After dropping his focus to the floor, and looking to his feet for a short second, Alex pulled his eyes back up – pathetic and pleading. Desperate for something but trapping all possible answers inside. Opening his mouth and closing it again, he appeared liable to spring a leak or deflate entirely. “Please.”

George complied. He removed his hand from the door. And Alex left the flat.

He was the same person in the same hall he had been in a thousand times. Yet. It was different that time. Familiar but wrong – spoiled – a rip-off version of a beloved video game.

Might have been the lights were about dead and not shining as bright. Or the carpeting had not been hoovered recently and was stiffer under his shoes. Or some decoration had been removed from the walls, something large enough that his peripheral recognized it as being absent. 

Might have been, but Alex could not be sure.

Weaving around the crumbling blockades of rationality and through the ripped recklessness filter, a spark carrying a thought ™ completed the obstacle course from stem to the front of his brain: You’re not a fighter. Even if Alex walked straight into Sammy and Y/N battling it out on the floor above, what was he expecting himself to do? Could he even act logically in such a situation? When just the thought of it had riled him up so terribly?

Each step Alex walked, the stale air expanded further beyond the physical limits of the hall. Goose pimples bubbled up on the skin of his arms. His own footfalls sounded distant behind his breathless breathing and the ring in his ears. 

At reaching the lift doors, the feeling of suffocation broke to little relief. Not broke like a fever, with the hope of good health ahead, broke like snapping a pen in half, leaving it useless. Surely, he would be useless.

His index finger smashed against the call button; the sliding doors opened. Anxious fires died down while worried coals remained warm and present. He needed to know what was happening – not with himself – that was a question he could not answer. But with Y/N. Lovely, Y/N.

DING. Alex cleared the doors and took the hall above his own in quick strides until he stopped outside Sammy and Y/N’s apartment.

Shouts could be heard from behind the door, first from Sammy, “You never remember any of the good things I do!”

Y/N interjected, “I—”

“No. I’m talking. You’re such a depressive bitch to be around – everybody agrees. Oh, go on. Get all teary-eyed. Can’t you see how manipulative that is? Where are you go—? Red!”

Alex raised his fist to knock when the handle jumped, and the door was thrown open. Startled, he stood stock-still as Y/N harshly shoulder-checked him. She fled up the hall – opposite the lift – to the door for the stairwell.

Nothing in her hands. Not even wearing shoes.

“Alex? What are you doing here?” Sammy stepped forward from his hidden spot inside the apartment and into view; his frame took up almost the entire doorway. A reserved but friendly smile stretched across his mouth. His cheeks were not flushed red with heat, and there was not a speck of hostility in his stare.

Neither acting nor looking like he had just been screaming. As if he had flipped a switch, the second Y/N was out of sight; shifted into a new skin entirely.

“Um—I,” Alex babbled as he dragged his focus from the door Y/N had disappeared behind. “I—there was a crash. It was loud, and George thought I better check-up on you two, make sure everyone’s ok.”

Putting his hand on the smaller man’s shoulder, Sammy jostled him a touch. “No worries. That’s actually really cool – very thoughtful. Yeah, when Red gets agitated, things can get out of hand fast.”

“George and I, we’ve gotten a good number of noise complaints before, and we’re still here. But I’ll be honest. Keep going like that, and the eviction notice will be slid under your door tomorrow.”

“Good looking out. We got security called on us yesterday. Poor guy had to practically tear Red off of me.” Sammy held his hands out and curled his finger in a representation of cat claws. “I don’t expect there to be much noise going forward. She’ll calm down. Best to just leave her alone for a bit.”

Alex was decidedly not going to do that. “I could talk to her.”

“I wouldn’t bother, but I won’t stop you.” Sammy’s face brightened. “Actually. You know what? That might not be a bad idea. Less chance of her causing a scene if she’s with someone. And your type is well good at handling women and the emotional stuff, aren’t you?”

“My type?”

Alex gritted his teeth at the comment. “Stop.”

“Oh?” Sammy raised his head. “You’re gay?”

George started, “Well, he’s bi—”

“Yeah.” Alex cut him off. Sometimes it was easier to just be “gay” than to get specific with someone who might not understand or even accept further explanation.

Sammy breathed out an, “Oh.”

“Is that an issue?” 

“It’s a relief! Don’t have to be worried about you trying to chat up Red.”

“Oh!” Alex forced a smile, “My type right. I got yous.”

“That’ll be perfect. Much better to have you giving Red advice than—well, just remind her that you’ve known me long enough to know I’m a good guy and stuff.” Sammy stepped back and wrapped his hand around the door to close it. “Maybe, tell her I’m sorry or something.”

“Got it.” Alex turned and walked up the hall to the stairwell door. He heard Y/N’s whimpers and then jogged up one flight of stairs and found her.

Y/N sat on the edge of the landing with her bare feet planted on the step below. Crying quietly, despite stairwell echo, as she held a hand over her mouth in a bid to suppress each hiccup and each broken noise. Her her head hung low.

Others might have described her as a portrait of lost strength after holding out for so long: a tragedy-struck Venus: an inspirational and poetic muse. Alex would not. He saw nothing analogous to artwork. 

Y/N was not a subject to be romanticized in her lowest moments. She was not a canvas, painted pale with a couple of blue-tinted tears. She was a person, shuddering while red blotches bloomed across her skin.

“Hey, Red. I—uh…heard what happened, and I’m sorry for following you, but I was worried.” His heart gushed with empathy or sympathy – if he had ever bothered to learn the difference, maybe he could tell. 

All Alex knew was his core ached with physical pain when he looked at her.

There was no reaction to his words nor his presence. Y/N did not lift her head; Alex ducked to see if he could perhaps catch her eyes, but they were screwed shut. Tears carved rivers down her cheeks. The hand over her mouth remained and was accompanied by her other hand as her sobs reached a new peak. It did not seem she would be speaking anytime soon.

And what was Alex supposed to do? He could not force her to want him there, so he reluctantly turned around and started back down the stairs. While he walked, a voice broke the silence in his head: Y/N’s emotional state and relationship issues are not your responsibility. It is not your job to help pick her up.

True. It was not Alex’s job to be there, and that was reason enough for him to leave without guilt. He was not responsible for her, and that should have stopped him from thinking about it again. It would have stopped him if he had not lived the life he had. If he had not known how frustrating – how debilitating it was to feel so helpless. To need others so desperately while also unable to ask for that help.

Leaning on the push bar of the stairwell door two floors down, opening it to his hall, he could see the door to his apartment, and where he knew George would be anxiously waiting for him.

Alex traced his gumline with his tongue. What am I doing? Spinning around, he took the stairs two at a time back up to Y/N.

True. It was not his job to be there. Alex wanted to be there. Even if Y/N was not in a position to understand that.

Returning to the landing, he stopped for a breath, unsure how to approach the crying woman, just watching her for a short moment. He sat beside her and planted his feet on the step below. A pair of shoes set next to a pair of bare feet.

When his bottom touched the floor, he felt the full weight of Y/N pushing on him. Her sobbing renewed as her arms wrapped around his neck, and her hands found the back of his shirt with clinging grasps. Alex wrapped his arms around her. Y/N brought her legs in closer and practically pulled herself into his lap.

From how limp and pliable Y/N was as she spilled over him, it was clear there was no anger behind her tears. No rage. No thought that she might start shouting obscenities or stomping her feet. Nothing like that. These were cries of exhaustion. But how she clung onto Alex like she was trying to ground herself, like he was the one real thing in her world at that moment, made him think there was more to it. How she had pacified herself with her hands earlier and how she buried her face in Alex’s chest to similar results. Y/N was frightened. Scared.

Tears formed wet spots on his shirt. Alex tried to keep himself as stable as possible, and he was, for the most part, considering how the woman he held shook like a coke-addicted pomeranian. It was not as uncomfortable as he might have thought. There was no talking, shushing, or humming. Alex and Y/N just sat in their relative quiet for however long it took.

Eventually, the hiccupping slowed. Stopped. Then it was just them and the quiet.

Alex asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.”

Y/N’s limbs stiffened, and Alex relaxed his hold to allow her to untangle herself from him; she did. Pulling back, she swung her legs and situated herself to be sitting perpendicular to him. Her puffy, wet eyes hesitantly met his dry ones.

“Is it normal? For couples to fight like us?” Y/N asked somehow able to keep eye contact as she did but not able to raise her voice much above a whisper. “For him to throw things?”

“No.”

“Oh. I’m sorry you had to—”

“You don’t have to apologize. It was scary.” He assumed as he ventured to place his hand lightly on her knee. “If you ever want to talk to someone, I’m here. Whenever you want to drop in, just do it. Seriously. I got lots of free time; I’m basically unemployed.”

“Thank you.” Giggling, Y/N wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks and dropped her hand to her knee – curling her fingers around his hand; she gave a small squeeze. “You’re sweet.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“Have I? Huh. It must be true then.” The words were barely out her mouth when she dropped her newfound smile entirely, and her brows furrowed in seriousness. “I should—it’s time I head back.”

Alex bit his lip, wanting to protest, wanting to scream and shout, but knowing he could not risk starting an argument with her – not now, not about this. “Ok. I’ll walk with you.”

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[v-hope]

You're his celebrity crush and meet at an awards show

Pairings: OT7 x International Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack ig

Request: "hii ! i love your work and i've been having major feels with the boys at the bbmas so i was wondring if you could write a reaction for u being an artist they have a crush on and they meet you at an awards show and it's all cute and stuff?? 💜"

A/N: I really loved writing this! I'm just gonna do what I do with Shipping Material, for those of you who don't know hahah:

“English”

«Korean»

Kim Seokjin

“You know BTS?”

You couldn't help but giggle at the man's words, nodding your head right after, for there was really no other answer to that.

When you had gone to the restroom earlier that night, only to find people waiting outside of it because of how full it was, you had considered turning around and coming back some time later, but it just so happened that no other than Kim Seokjin had arrived two seconds after you, and had decided not to let his chance to talk to you slip away; even if he didn't have Namjoon to translate for him.

So now here you were, both of you not even bothering on lining up anymore, and instead moving aside not to block the way.

“Who doesn't know BTS at this point?” you answered after having uselessly tried to conceal your smile, raising one of your eyebrows and earning a proud yet shy smile from Jin. “You know Y/N?” it was your turn to cheekily ask.

He stretched his arms out before folding them over his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Ah, yes” he tried to play it cool, “very beautiful” he nodded like it was a fact, bringing immediate heat to your face, “voice… yeah” he emphasized, holding one of his thumbs up.

You gazed down in embarrassment, allowing another laugh to escape your throat – an action of yours he found to be quite adorable.

“I'd have to say the same about Kim Seokjin then” your eyes locked with his once more, ones that had sparkled at the fact that you actually knew his name. “10/10 vocals and looks”.

At that, he unsuccessfully tried to erase the smile that had already formed on his lips – his ears turning a furious red.

“Me? Oh, no” he denied, waving his hands in front of him, “no... you are best”.

Out of your mouth came what was a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “What? No way, hear me out–”

Who would've thought your first interaction ever would turn into a ‘no, you're better’ contest. At least you made him comfortable enough to fight you from the beginning.

Min Yoongi

“You mind if I join you?”

Yoongi's head snapped up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, his eyes opening wide in shock when he realised he had no other than you in front of him.

Being too caught up in the sight of you, he could do nothing but absently shake his head, moving a little to the side for you to sit next to him.

“Why are you here and not inside?” you wondered in an attempt of making small talk.

“Um, air” he motioned around.

“It does get a little suffocating inside, huh?” you leaned back to take a better look at him.

He simply nodded his head, gazing down to his lap before a small smile took over his factions.

“You're sure I'm not bothering you?” you worried, noticing how quiet he was. “I didn't know you'd be here, I can leave if–”

“I'm just…” he interrupted you, looking up to lock eyes with you, “shy...” he admitted sheepishly.

Not only because he was insecure about his English, but also because it was you.

Your lips curved up as you stared fondly at him. “Okay then” you looked ahead, “let's just stay quiet for a while if that makes you feel better”.

So the two of you did just that; remaining silent for a little while, doing nothing but enjoy each other's company. Anyone who saw you would've thought it was such an awkward scene, but it was the complete opposite, actually. It was weird to find a stranger you could be so comfortable around with. It was nice, for both of you.

«Yah! Yoongi, we've been looking for you everywhere» the quiet atmosphere was disrupted faster than you'd have wanted to by Seokjin. “Oh, hello…” he awkwardly greeted you, receiving a smile from you before his eyes were back on Yoon. «They're announcing the Top Artist Award, come on!»

At the sound of that, Yoongi stood up immediately. “Sorry, I have to go, uh– award...” he spoke softly, almost scared of messing up his English.

Biting your lip, you squinted your eyes as you looked up at him. “Go get ‘em, tiger” you encouraged him with a grin, watching for the first time in person his signature gummy smile.

Thinking for a second before turning around to leave, he digged his hands in his pockets, staring down to you. “You don't... wanna come?”

“Um…” your eyes travelled from him to the door. “You know what? Yeah, I do” you stood up as well, a smirk forming on your lips before you added: “I don't wanna miss all the madness when you guys win”.

If you hadn't won him over already by being understanding about his shyness, with that vote of confidence you sure as hell had.

Jung Hoseok

“Y/N!” he enthusiastically shouted the answer he had been saying over and over every single time the interviewers asked them who they wanted to meet that evening.

Only this time you heard him.

Your head had snapped up at the sound of your name as you walked past them a few meters behind on the red carpet, looking around before your eyes locked with the guy's who was currently interviewing BTS.

“Y/N, hi!” he waved for you to go over there. “Come here, someone wants to meet you!”

Not only did you freeze at that invitation, but so did Hoseok, earning loud laughs from his members as you got closer to them.

“Hi, guys” you shyly greeted with a smile, receiving instant cheerful replies before you stood by Hobi's side, since Joon had stepped aside for you to be in the middle.

Hoseok's eyes were soon to lock with yours – a shy smile parting his lips as he quietly admired your factions, having you unconsciously do the same.

“So, J-Hope right here just told us he was excited to meet you” the interviewer informed you with a smirk, causing Hoseok to tilt his head and turn to his friends as he complained in embarrassment.

Your reaction, however, was something Hobi did not expect at all; for not only did your lips part in what the thought was the brightest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen on you, but you had also covered your face with your hands, letting out a giggle that was soon followed by one of his own.

“Ah, don't tell me that” you told the guy holding the mic in front of you, “he's my favourite, my heart just did a thing”.

«Did she, did she say I'm her favourite?» Hoseok turned to ask Joon with pouty, incredulous lips; later giggling like a little boy on Christmas when their leader confirmed his beliefs. «She did?!» he covered his smiling mouth with his hand.

“Aw, that's so cute!” the other guy gushed at your previous words, for neither of you had any idea of what Hobi's previous gushing had been about. “So you'll be cheering for him tonight?”

“Of course!” you turned to the seven guys. “I mean, I'll be chanting for all of you guys, but if you hear someone screaming ‘J-Hope’ at the top of their lungs, that's probably me”.

And later that night, when he did indeed hear someone screaming his name somewhere in the first rows during his part, his heart sped up uncontrollably, and not precisely because of all the dancing around.

Kim Namjoon

“Oh, f– I'm so sorry” he apologized as soon as his foot had stepped on your long dress, causing you to stumble over.

Luckily for you, just like he almost made you fall, he had also been the one to make sure to catch you – his hands being quick to hold you firmly by your arms, and staying there for a little longer so you could regain your balance.

“It's okay” you let him know with a shy smile, “I've been stepping on it all evening as well” at that, Joon exhaled the air he had been holding, gently letting go of you for once and for all. “It's such an awful, uncomfortable dress. I hate it”.

“Oh” he pursed his lips, eyeing up and down the dress he believed so perfectly hugged your body, “this might not help at all, but I think you look beautiful”.

It did help. Quite a lot, actually – that simple statement itself being enough for a shiver to run down your spine.

“Thank you” you replied, feeling yourself once again becoming shy. “I'm Y/N, by the way”.

“I know” he answered with an obvious tone, later letting out a breathy, nervous laugh, at the realisation of how he had exposed himself. “I um, I'm Namjoon”.

“I know” you repeated his previous words, biting down on your lower lip in response to his dimples showing up as he smiled.

Just like that, your manager called you from the other side of the hall, for you to go change into the outfit you'd be wearing for your performance.

“Seems like I'm finally getting out of this dress” your voice came out with a tone of relief, grabbing the sides of it and pulling it a little bit up so that you could walk properly. “It was nice getting stepped on by you, see you later!”

“It was my pleasure, I hope we can do this again sometime soon!” he played along as you walked away, smiling widely after watching you tilt your head back to let a laugh escape your throat.

Clumsiness? That he could always count on.

Park Jimin

Taehyung sneakily nudged Jimin as you got closer to greet him, for he had frozen on his place as soon as he heard you call them from the other side of the hallway – his eyes in absolute awe as he watched you hug his members one by one.

And when you finally got to him, he didn't really know which one of you was shaking more.

“Sorry” you apologized to all of them once you had pulled away from him, knowing well enough they had all noticed your body slightly tremble, “I'm really nervous, I'm a huge fan of you guys”.

A unison “aw” came out of their mouths.

“Don't be nervous” to everyone's surprise, it was Jimin the one to speak up first, with what you thought was the cutest of pronunciations.

“Yeah” Namjoon backed up his friend, “we're huge fans too, so we're just as nervous, to be honest” he laughed, making you laugh in a way that had Jimin staring with even more admiration.

“Yeah!” Jimin spoke up again, “your voice!” he paused, pressing his lips together and effusively nodding his head to let you know how much he liked it, bringing instant heat to your face as you blisfully thanked him.

He wanted to say something else, to talk more to you, but you were interrupted by your manager tapping your shoulder to hurry you up.

“Oh, um…” you looked around, “I wish I had more time but my performance's about to start” you stuck your lower lip out. “I just wanted to wish you guys the best of lucks later tonight, you're gonna kill it”.

“Ah, thank you!” they all answered once again, with grateful smiles.

“Wait, let's take a picture!” Joon proposed out loud after one of their staff members showed him a camera.

You didn't have to think even once before accepting, turning around to look in the same direction as them. On the other hand, Jimin didn't even try and stop his legs from moving closer to you in the middle, quietly asking Hoseok to move over and let him be by your side – placing his hand over your shoulders without getting to touch you as he smiled brighter than the camera flash itself.

And so when you turned around to say goodbye, he opened his arms to quickly hug you once more before you took off to the stage.

«Aw, she's so beautiful, how's that even possible» he gushed to his members, receiving multiple amused smiles when his smile turned into a pout. «Why'd she have to leave so soon?»

Little did he know that was far from being the last time you met each other.

Kim Taehyung

He was dying to talk to you.

The moment they were guided to their seats and he noticed one of them would be sitting next to you, he had rushed over there to claim it as his. However, just as much as he was dying to say something to you, his confidence was betraying him.

From time to time, he'd turn to you with the intention of starting a conversation in between performances, but nothing would come out of his mouth, turning his head in the opposite direction before he could make a fool of himself. You had said “hi” to each other already, why couldn't he bring himself to say something else?

It was when he noticed you were asking someone for some water, that he decided to take his chance – picking up the bottle of water under his seat to hand it to you.

“Have it” he spoke after your dumbfounded eyes travelled from the item to fix on his. “Is not… open…” his eyebrows knitted together as he looked up, wondering if he had managed to make his point clear.

An understanding smile curved up your lips, taking the bottle from his hands and thanking him before you opened it and took a sip.

Say something else. Tell her she looks pretty. Make small talk. Anything. He repeated over and over in his head, yet nothing came out. So, he smiled once more and turned his head back away from you, internally beating himself up for it.

It was you, later that night, the one who made his wishes come true; when you noticed how one of his members had taken away from him the popcorns he had been munching on, leaving him sulking with a pout on his lips.

“Here” you handed him yours, receiving a baffled expression from him. “You can have mine”.

In the end, what happened was that he did not take yours, but accepted to share them instead – leaning over to your side and finally relaxing next to you as the two of you ate and commented on the show, which lead to lots of laughter througout the night.

Never had he ever thought he'd thank Jeongguk for stealing his food.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Don't be so nervous” you tried to encourage him with a small smile, having his eyes move up from the paper note he was tightly holding to focus on you – a smile of his own curving up his lips as well.

“My English…” he begun, trying to translate the right words in his head, “is not... good”.

“It's pretty good, actually” you once again tried to make him gain some confidence.

Neither of you understood why they had settled things up this way – each one of the BTS members having to present an award with someone else, instead of doing it all together like they always did. In Jeongguk's case, he had been paired up with you, which is why here you were now, both of you sitting backstage, going over your dialogue a few times as you waited for your turn to come.

And he didn't know if it had been a blessing or a curse, for he had gotten to meet you, the one artist he had been crushing on for years… but, at the same time, there was a high probability of him messing up at some point and make a complete fool of himself in front of you.

“You know what?” you spoke after taking in his uncertain eyes. With a raised eyebrow, he let you know you had his attention. “If it makes you feel any better, I can make a fool of myself in front of everyone”.

His eyes opened wide. “W-What?”

“Yeah” you nodded your head, “I'll just mess up the words or something and then you'll have nothing to worry about!”

“No, no” he shook his head, holding his hands out as if to signal for you to stop. “You don't– have to…”

“Oh, I will do it, my friend” you raised an eyebrow in determination. “I already thought of it, there's no turning back now”.

That serious statement of yours managed to get a breathy laugh out of him.

You were his crush for a reason, but knowing you were willing to sacrifice your public image just to help him out with his nervousness? He might as well have fallen in love right then and there.

[borathae]

Omg just thought of a request! New Year’s Eve related!! How about y/n is on tour with the boys as like a singer or 8th member and her and one of the boys (vocal line? Heh) have been flirting and kissing NON STOP all tour and y/n gives up on him because she saw him talking to other girls and thinks she can’t compare and that he’s just conveniently using her for affection because she’s there. She runs away and the boys try to find her and The boy finally confessed to them at midnight 🥰

Pairing: Jimin x f.Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Idol!AU

Wordcount: 1.4k

a/n: Why did that make me lowkey sad? lmaooa my single ass can’t relate sad 🤧 anyways this is going to be my last story of 2019. Happy New Years everyone, I love you and see you next year (höhöhöhö) 😂💜

Only a few more seconds and the champagne glass would probably shatter in your hands. You are clasping it, basically choking it to death in your hands all whilst imagining it was the girl’s throat Jimin is currently talking to. Well, basically eye fucking her if you were being honest. He is leaned against the wall with one of his arms, a teasing smirk is on his lips as he lets his eyes travel over the girl’s body. She is telling him something, probably a story of her boring childhood. He laughs, throwing his head back. Or not so boring in Jimins eyes.

“Why do you look as miserable as sin?” Seokjin asks, having walked up to you just seconds ago.

“It’s nothing”, you grumble, staring down Jimin and the now giggling girl. What was she laughing about? Oh, your blood is boiling at this point.

“So it’s not Jimin currently hitting up that girl over there?”

You finally look away from Jimin to send Seokjin an annoyed stare instead.

“Why would that bother me?”

“Because you guys are basically dating at this point, duh?” Seokjin raises one of his eyebrows, signaling you if it wasn’t obvious enough.

You scoff, feeling annoyed.

“Not according to Jimin we aren’t”, you mumble and down the rest of the sparkling alcohol in one go. You grimace at the taste.

“Need another glass?”  Jungkook suddenly asks with two filled-to-the-brim glasses of champagne.

You take the bigger one and gulp it down in one go. You point at the other glass. Jungkook looks at you, almost offended, moving it closer to his chest protectively.

“Give me that damn glass I need it more than you”, you growl.

“Why? I want to get wasted too. I waited ten minutes at the bar to get that”, he whines still not giving up the glass despite your hands pulling at it with all of your might.

“She and Jimin have some weird couple fight tonight, just hand her the champagne Jungkook. I will get you another one”, Seokjin explains, earning the most venomous look ever from you.

“We aren’t a couple for christ’s sake, stop calling us like that if we aren’t!” you have your voice raised.

The glass of champagne is already forgotten.

Seokjin and Jungkook exchange a quick look, both of them clearly taken aback by your sudden angry outburst.

“No need to snap at me like that”, Seokjin mumbles with furrowed brows.

“If you stop calling us a couple and giving me some sense of false hope I will.”

“Sense of false hope?” Jungkook asks.

“You wouldn’t understand”, you murmur almost too quiet to be understood in the loud music.

You try to escape from them, turning your back to them to disappear into the crowd of people, but they don’t let you, catching up with you when you are mere feet away from Jimin and the girl.

“Don’t run away from us ___. You need to tell us what is going one between you and Jimin!” Seokjin yells over the loud music.

You cringe, directly making eye contact with Jimin when Seokjin says the last part. Jimin had heard you, now staring at you and the others with big eyes. He looks baffled.

“No I don’t. There is nothing to talk about anyways”, you say loudly to make sure Jimin is able to hear ever single word of what you were saying.

He swallows, his jaw clenches in anger. For a moment the two of you are staring each other down, too angry at the other to make a move.

“Oh, awkwaaaard”, Seokjin whispers into Jungkook’s ear. The latter agrees with a nod of his head and gulps down his champagne in two goes.

“I’m going, this party is stupid”, you tell them and then you are gone from their side, walking to the exit without once breaking eye contact with Jimin.

He doesn’t even have a reason to stare so angrily at you, you aren’t the one basically hitting up everything that moves. No you were waiting for him the whole night, drinking just enough alcohol to keep your mind clean for anything Jimin wants to do to you but still enough to be giddy. And what did he do? Getting wasted in the first hour of that stupid new year’s party and then talking with every goddamn girl in the room. Every girl but you. And there you were actually thinking that your countless make-out sessions and late night cuddle dates during tour meant something.

The streets are busy with drunk people celebrating the end of the decade. The whole city is happy, colourful, filled with life and laughter. How else shall people start the “Roaring 20s 2.0” other than celebrating it until the sun greets a new day? Normally you would be one of them, greeting the new decade with open arms, but not anymore. You are miserable, wandering through a foreign city far from home, shivering from the cold and bleeding internally from having your heart broken.

“Just five more minutes until the new decade starts!” a man somewhere on the other side of the street screams. A roar of applause and cheer follows.

The air is vibrating around from the excitement of the other people. People are making-out already, pressing their bodies together and hugging each other close. You gag. Disgusting.

You just want to be at home, bundled up in three thick blankets and crying your sorrows away. Why do you have to develop feelings for Jimin? “Friends-with-benefits and nothing more”, that’s what he told you when the two of you started making-out a year ago. But of course your stupid heart has to fall for his lovable ass.

Someone grasps your wrists rather roughly all of a sudden, making you stumble backwards. Great and now some crazy fan has found you and is going to force themselves on you, you think as you get turned around on your heels. However there is no salivating, crazy stalker waiting for you, but rather your band mates looking at you with worry in their eyes.

Jimin’s eyes are filled with regret, his lips are pouting, his grip around your wrist loosens.

“Why did you run away like that? We need to start the new decade together”, he asks, cupping your cheek like he always does when he is worried for you.

“Oh, so now I’m good enough for you? When you have flirted yourself through every girl in that club, you come crawling back to me?”

The others take a step back, wanting to give the two of you your privacy.

“What? No it’s not like that”, Jimin defends himself.

“Really? What else is it then? Did none of the girls want to fuck you?”

“No princess, of course not.”

The nickname makes your skin crawl and your stomach sick. You wiggle out of his touch, slapping his hands away from your face.

“Don’t call me princess. It gives me some sort of false hope that there could be more between us then just sex when there is none.”

“Princess, baby, please listen to me”, Jimin begs, taking your hands into his once more. He is so soft and gentle with you right now, it nearly makes you want to forgive him already. You shouldn’t be so weak for a man, what happened to that strong confident woman you were?

“No I don’t want to anymore. I don’t want to start the new decade by hoping for some happy ending with you. Just go back to your girls and leave me alone”, you spit.

You free yourself of his grasp, turning your back to him and walk away. He doesn’t need to see you start crying over him like a little girl.

“But I don’t want to start the new decade with some random girl, I want to start it with you, the woman I’m madly in love with”, he yells.

You stop abruptly. This can’t be happening.

“I love you ___. I love you so goddamn much that I thought making you jealous by talking to other girls tonight would make you realise you love me just as much!”

His hands touch your shoulders, eliciting goosebumps where he touches you. You twist around.

“I wasn’t even able to imagine that maybe you were already feeling the same thing anyways.  I’m so sorry”, his voice is laced with regret. His eyes glisten from tears, his lips tremble.

“Please let me start this new decade as your boyfriend”, he begs.

People around you cheer, cars honk and loud music rings through the street.

“Five! Four! Three!”

Two more seconds left in this decade. The people around you are screaming in excitement.

But you only have eyes for Jimin, feeling like time has stopped right this moment. Nothing was important anymore, nothing except the man in front of you.

“Two!”

Everyone is holding their breath.

“One! Happy New Year!”

You kiss him just as the clock hits midnight and the fireworks go off on the clear sky above your heads.

[et-lesailes]

mellifluous // rhee’s 1k celebration

details on rhee’s 1k celebration ! SPOTS STILL OPEN !

pairing: chris evans x celeb!reader

word count: 2160

summary: you are a singer and actress working with chris on a rom com, and while the two of you are only vibing for now, he makes his move on the jimmy fallon show for all the world to see after a fun segment of google translate songs. 

themes: fluff, comedy, romance

taglist: @viarogers , @evanstush , @chibi-crazy , @chalamet-evans , @world-of-losers , @songforhema, @sebabestianstan101 , @tanyam93 , @bval-1, @wonderwinchester , @little-miss-exo, @poerebel , @pining-and-tired , @gogomez-509 , @patzammit, @a-distantdreamer, @malthestorytellerblog, @rainbowkisses31, @jbug491writinghelp, @quaiderade, @melannie77, @gigistorm, @lille-kattunge, @teller258316, @rohaintahquil, @deidrashouseofpain, @firstangeldragonranch, @peach-acid, @allsortsofinterests, @xoxabs88xox

note: finally getting around to my 1k celebration requests, and this very first one was submitted by @raveviolet! i took a pretty different approach to this one. this fic is based off this jimmy fallon segment and these are the songs i used in order-- tbh i’d recommend watching these videos, they’re hilarious! one // two // three. in this fic, the words in italics are the actual lyrics and the words in bold are the translated ones.

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As co-stars in an upcoming rom com, you and Chris were currently on Jimmy Fallon to promote your new movie and you were excited. You had been on his show a couple of times before and each time had been great; it felt like fun rather than working or some boring interview. Now you could share the fun with Chris, the man who had come to be a very close friend over the past few months of filming and… perhaps something more? You had told yourself you wouldn’t let your roles impact your feelings. Yes, you played a couple in the film, but that did not mean you could automatically be compatible in real life. However, after spending so much time together off camera, it really felt like he was perfect for you. Funny, kind hearted, sincere, dedicated, always positive-- you could go on for hours about all of his good traits. Even better, you had a feeling he may have felt the same about you. Your relationship had started to become a little more flirtatious these past few weeks, and you had been spending a lot more time together. At the same time, you did not want to focus too much on trying to date him or get serious; it was also important to you that you maintain a good friendship first, and so you were perfectly fine with taking it slow and simply going through a “vibing” period with him.

“Alright, guys, we’re going to start our next segment. To those of you who have watched before, I’m sure you’re familiar with the game Google Translate Songs! Y/N, you recently released your latest album and it was a hit, so I’m sure you’ll kill this game. And Chris, you’re a pretty decent singer yourself, aren’t you? Don’t you even sing a little bit for this movie?” Jimmy asked as he turned to the actor, and he chuckles, nodding in response. “I do sing a little here and there-- I used to be very much into theater when I was younger, and as most people know I absolutely love musicals, so I dabble in singing every now and then-- just not professionally, like Y/N. She’s absolutely amazing, her voice is angelic.” He complimented you, and you smiled happily, playfully fanning your cheeks in an exaggerated flattered gesture. “Well, thank you! And I love this segment of the show, oh my God it’s so funny.” You giggled, fingers adjusting around the mic you had received for it. 

Jimmy explained the rules of the game for those who did not know. A popular American song Google translated to another language and then back to English would result in very different, often funny and nonsensical lyrics that would then be sung by the show’s guests and Jimmy. For instance, “The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon” when translated into Croatian and then back would become, “The Evening Show that Plays Jimmy Fallon”. You were already smiling in amusement thinking of how funny the songs that had been arranged would be, shifting to sit on your knees on the couch due to the position causing for better vocals. 

“Alright, Chris, how about you start us off?” Jimmy suggested, and the actor laughed but nodded his head, getting more comfortable. “Oh man, alright, I’m ready. What song do I get?” Jimmy looked towards the screen and clapped his hands in amusement. “My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion!” Chris laughed even louder as the audience howled loudly, looking around. “Celine, I’m sorry in advance.” He playfully apologized to the camera before turning slightly to look to the screen where the lyrics would display. Jimmy nodded towards the band and they started to play, Chris beginning to sing the skewed words to the tune as best as he could.

“(Every night in my dreams) Every night in my painting cream

(I see you I am agradable to you

(I feel you) Beethoven

(That is how I know you go on) I know I know you

(Far across the distance) Remote

(And spaces between us) And there was a gap between us

(You have come to show you go on) I showed you

(Near) Off

(Far) Yes

(Wherever you are) Check it out

(I believe that the heart does go on) If you have a heart valve”

The music stopped and everyone burst out into laughter; Chris had already been stifling laughs as he had been singing, and if anything, you were impressed that he had been able to hold it in for so long. “Where did Beethoven come from?!” you exclaimed in amusement, clapping your hands as you continued laughing, almost getting breathless. “I have no idea,” Chris was gasping out in between loud laughs, instinctively reaching his hand out to grab your left boob, though only hitting your arm because you were covering your face with your hands. After everyone had finally calmed down, Jimmy turned to you with a smile. “Your turn, Y/N! Are you ready?” You giggled as you wiped around your eyes as lightly as you could to avoid ruining your makeup, nodding. “Oh God. Yes, what song do I get?” 

“We’re going to get a little festive here. I’m pretty sure almost everyone knows this song-- All I Want for Christmas is You, by Mariah Carey!”

You smiled in excitement as the band started playing, looking towards the screen brightly as you began to sing.

“(I don’t want a lot for Christmas) I do not get a lot of Christmas gifts

(There is just one thing I need) I only have one

(I don’t care about the presents) I do not care about the price, please

(Underneath the Christmas tree) Christmas tree festival

(I just want you for my own) Simply want to own

(More than you could ever know) Perhaps more imagination

(Make my wish come true) Make my wish become a reality

(All I want for Christmas is you) I want for Christmas is you~

It was already hard for you not to laugh, but while you were so focused on singing, you did not notice the way Chris was looking at you in pure and utter awe and fascination. He had always loved hearing you sing, and even though this was meant to be a comedic segment, his breath was still taken away with how beautiful you sounded, though he was laughing at the same time simply because of how messed up the lyrics were. You continued on with the chorus,

“(I don’t want a lot for Christmas) Do not get a lot of Christmas gifts

(There is just one thing I need) I only have one

(I don’t care about the presents) I am a duck

(Underneath the Christmas tree) In the shade of a tree

(I don’t need to hang my stocking) No need to interrupt my tights

(There upon the fireplace) There is no air conditioning

(Santa Claus won’t make me happy) Santa, you are not satisfied

(With a toy on Christmas day) Birthday other Diploflix sports

(I just want you for my own) I want to be alone

(More than you could ever know) Click here for more information”

You finally stopped, unable to help but laugh loudly, the band pausing in their playing. “Wait, what?!” you exclaimed loudly, looking towards the screen with a giggle. “How did these lyrics change from the first verse?” Jimmy laughed too, shrugging playfully. “We used a different language halfway through! Why’d you stop, it was so great!” At this point, Chris was practically cracking up, clapping his hands as he beamed widely. “There is no air conditioning,” he repeated through his laughter, finding the particular quote hilarious, shaking his head as he clapped you on the shoulder. “Man, I don’t know how you did all of that with a straight face.”

“Well, you better get ready to do it yourself, Chris, because it’s time for you and Y/N to do a duet!” Jimmy said with a playfully devious grin, arching an eyebrow. “I take it you two know the Aladdin soundtrack pretty well? Especially you, Chris, I’m pretty sure I’ve heard you know the entire soundtrack.”

“Hell, yeah I do. What are we doing, “A Whole New World”?” he guessed, and Jimmy nodded, making you squeal in excitement. “I love that one!” you spoke happily, sitting straighter once more and glancing to him with a giggle. “You ready?” He laughed and squeezed your thigh lightly and briefly, nodding his head. “Oh, of course. I was born for this. Let’s go.” Taking the part of Aladdin, he began,

“(I can show you the world) I can add it the clarity of the world

(Shining, shimmering) Shiny, shiny

(Splendid) Large

(Tell me, princess) Now when I want to talk to princess

(Now when did you last let your heart decide) Finally decided to make up your mind

(I can open your eyes) I can turn in your eyes

(Take you wonder by wonder) You’re a miracle band

(Over, sideways, and under) The assailants of cross and in-low

(On a magic carpet ride) In a tour carpet magic

(A whole new world) A new entire world!

(A new fantastic point of view) Please check the new dreamlike point

(No one to tell us no) Does not say us not

(Or where to go) Or I’ll go there

(Or say we’re only dreaming) No say that that separates some dreams

You kept a straight face as best as you could, now ready to sing your part as Jasmine.

“(A whole new world) A completely new world!

(A dazzling place I never knew) A stunning location where I did not know

(But now from way up here) But here all the way

(It’s crystal clear) It’s glittering and translucent

(That now I’m in a whole new world with you) That now a new world and I wish you I’m”

The music ended and the two of you started cracking up, especially at the last part that ended so abruptly. You loved how both of you could find these silly, stupid things so hilarious; you had the feeling that both of you wouldd be binge watching Jimmy Fallon’s Google Translate Songs together later on in the night once you were going home from this show. “Man, I’ve been singing Disney songs all wrong this whole time,” Chris joked, earning laughter from Jimmy and the audience. Looking towards you, he smiled as he added, “but damn, hearing Y/N sing was still just as amazing as ever. You are really talented, you know that?” You couldn’t help but blush but smiled as you genuinely returned the compliment, “You’re a good singer too, you know! Maybe we should do a collab one of these days…”

The audience cheered loudly at that and all of you laughed again, Chris playfully leaning over to give you a squeeze. “The fact that you want to do a collab with me is flattering in itself. Thank you.” Jimmy chuckled as he watched, arching an eyebrow. “You know, you two seem pretty close in general. Is there something we should know about…?” You were about to say something but Chris suddenly spoke up instead, smoothly replying, “I mean, there could be in the near future, if Y/N agrees to the date I was going to ask her on tonight…”

You were practically speechless, which was for the best at the moment anyways given the loud gasps and cheers arising from the audience; looking to him in shock, you giggled slightly, biting your lip. “Um, yeah, of course I’m gonna go on a date with you, why would I ever say no to that?” You practically blurted out, and everyone was clapping their hands, even giving a standing ovation to support the two of you. You could see how happy he was, but you definitely were not expecting what he did next.

“Do you think you’d say no to a kiss, then?” he asked innocently, and you widened your eyes. You weren’t even sure how to verbally respond, but the light blush on your cheeks and the way you bit your lip gave him all the answer he needed.

Leaning in, he framed one side of your face and gave you a gentle and loving kiss right then and there, in front of the audience and for all the world watching to see. You kissed him back immediately, no hesitation in your mind as you did so, smiling against his lips as you brought your own hands up to lightly touch the sides of his neck. Even Jimmy was cheering now, clapping his hands in support of the two of you, though you could barely even hear him or the audience; you were far too lovestruck now, already in way too deep as you pulled back to look into Chris’ beautiful blues, but you had a feeling that this was the best choice of your life.

[hoshibabes]

Jealous Much?

Word Count: 2.240 Words

Pairing: Seungcheol X Reader

Request: Can I request a scenario where you and Seungcheol are in a secret relationship and he gets jealous when one of the other members asks you out on a date? Maybe include some jealous lovemaking if you are comfortable doing that please and thank you 💜

Warnings: Dom!Seungcheol, Smut, Oral, Protected Sex, Jealous Sex. 

It’s been roughly two years since you started working at Pledis as an assistant music producer. Your job was to help produce music for Seventeen basically all the time. You went on tour with them, you were always with them at the company, and spent a lot of time hanging out with them at their dorms. You worked under Jihoon, who over the years has become your very close friend. You assisted him in all music production and he even allowed you to write some songs by yourself. When other members wanted to write a song, usually you assisted them. Jihoon had finally allowed you to write a title track for Seventeen. You had spent months working on it and were finally so excited for the fans to be able to hear it. Obviously, Jihoon had the final say but most of it was your own work. You loved that Jihoon had trusted you with his reputation as Seventeen’s producer. Jihoon loved that you had a lot of trust in him too; like when you told him when you started fooling around with Seungcheol and then how you both ended up dating. You and Seungcheol hadn’t told any of the other members due to how crazy things would get if people knew.

Jihoon had actually found out by accident. Your studios are connected by a door. One day he had walked into your studio to get your opinion on backing vocals for a track he was working on but instead he found Seungcheol sitting on your couch with his shirt off and pants down, with you on top of him. Luckily you were covered by the dress you were wearing but there was no doubt about what you two were doing. You tried to get up to go explain yourself but Seungcheol grabbed your hips and pushed you back down onto him, winning a moan from you. He finished and then cleaned both of you up before dragging you into Jihoon’s studio. You both explained everything to him and he was surprisingly happy for you both.

The title track you wrote for them, “Without Your Heart” had won an award and the guys were taking you out for dinner to celebrate. You and guys all got along so well. Whenever you all were around each other, you had the best time. They were taking you to your favorite restaurant. By the time you got to the restaurant, all the guys had been seated at a table. All the guys were in nice suits with their hair nicely done. They all looked like they had walked directly off the red carpet. You were dressed in a sparkly strapless black dress that stopped mid-thigh. Your dress was paired with red heels and beautiful diamond jewelry that Seungcheol had bought you for your birthday. When you walked over to the table all the guys immediately looked at you and started cheering.

“Look at our amazing assistant producer!” Seokmin yelled so loud the place next door could probably hear.

“Jihoon, you should watch out. She’s coming for your job!” Jun said motioning for you to come sit at the empty chair between him and Seungcheol. You make your way over and you can feel Jun’s eyes on you. When you sat down, he laid a hand on your arm and told you congratulations. You thanked him and turned your attention to Seungcheol on the other side of you.

“Congratulations, beautiful.” Seungcheol said leaning into your ear so that no one could hear him, “By the way, all those clothes are going to be hitting the floor as soon as we get back to the dorm.” Pink swept across your face as he whispered those words to you.

Time went on and you were all laughing and telling stories. Seungkwan and Soonyoung were making jokes and being their usual silly selves. While all of this was going on, you spent most of your time talking to Jun and Seungcheol. Jun had been talking to you all night, asking you all sorts of questions about yourself. It was noticeable how jealous Seungcheol was getting due to the grip he had on your thigh underneath the table. No one could see his hand but they were definitely going to leave tiny bruises on your thigh. Seungcheol had always been the jealous type. Any time you told him that one of the guys stopped by your studio to talk or work, he’d tense up. He wanted you all to himself. Needing a break from talking and the death grip on your leg, you excused yourself from the table and went to the restroom. You walked in and washed your hands and reapplied some lipstick. You were gone for roughly two minutes before walking back out. As soon as you turn the corner, you slam directly in Jun. He grabbed your arms to help you stabilize yourself.

“Thank you. I’m so sorry for running into you. I guess I need to watch where I’m going.” You giggled.

“Actually, I wanted to speak to you for a moment. Away from everyone else.” His voice suddenly got shaky. You knew where he was going with this, “I re-really like you. I have for a while now and that's why I’m always stopping into your studio. I-I just want to get to spend time with you. I was wondering if maybe… you’d like to go on a date with me sometime?”

It was so cute how nervous he was. You wondered if any of the other guys really did have a crush on you.

“Junhui, you are so sweet. Any girl would be absolutely lucky to be with you but that girl isn’t me. I am so sorry. I just need to focus on work and myself right now. I know you will find someone amazing, someone even better than me.” You smiled. You took a step towards him and wrapped your arms around him. He returned the hug and rested his head on yours.

“I’m so sorry” you spoke into his chest.

“It’s okay. Thank you for being honest. Friends?”

“Friends!” You giggled.

He smiled and turned away from you to go back to the table. You followed behind him and took your seat.

Seungcheol leaned towards you and whispered, “I heard all of that. When we get back to the dorm, I’m going to make you scream so loud that all of Seoul will know who you belong to.”

You could feel how wet you were getting between your legs just from his comment.

As you all divided yourselves to get into cabs, Seungcheol took his jacket off to cover you up. It seemed like a nice gesture but he was definitely just trying to cover up your revealing clothes.

As you get back to the dorm, all the guys file into their rooms. After everyone has cleared the area, Seungcheol grabs your hand and brings you back to his room. Most of the guys shared a room, but not Seungcheol. The leader got his own room which was nice for you two. As soon as his bedroom door was closed he pushed you against it. His lips crashed into yours. His tongue slipped into your mouth and fought for dominance. You fought back a little but he won. You always liked to tease him just a little; just enough so that he’d push back harder. His hand grabbed yours and pinned them above your head. He pulls his lips from yours and looks you directly in your eyes. He had the most beautiful eyes but when they were filled with lust, they could make your panties hit the floor in seconds.

“Who do you belong to?” He growled

“You”

“Who?”

“Seungcheol” he always liked when you called him by his name. Never daddy. Never sir. Always Seungcheol.

“Now listen here, babygirl. I know we hide our moans when we are together but if I catch you hiding anything tonight, you are gonna be punished. You are gonna make the rest of them know that you belong to me. Do I make myself clear?” You nod in compliance.

He moved you both over to the bed. He removed all his clothes except for his boxers. He sat down on the bed and moved you so you were standing in front of him.

“Strip” he commanded. You slid the straps of your dress over your shoulders and let it slip off you to the floor. All the was left was your matching red lace bra and panty set that Seungcheol had bought you. He smirked at you, admiring how beautiful you looked. You could see his hard cock pushing against his boxers. The sight of him made you more and more aroused. You finished taking everything off and stood in front of him, completely naked.

“On the bed” you follow his command and get on the bed. He grabs your hips and lays you down on your back. He moves over you and begins pressing kisses onto your lips. After a few minutes like this, he moves kisses from your cheek to your neck. He sucks a few hickeys onto your skin and then continues to kiss down your body. As he gets right to where you need him the most, he skips down to your thighs and works his way back up to your folds. He teases your entrance with a finger. Slowly moving it up and down but not entering you. A few whimpers escape your mouth and he knows its time for him to stop teasing. He slides a finger in and you moan from pleasure. He was always good with his fingers. Just his fingers alone could make you come. He adds in a second one while picking up his pace. Soft moans continue to escape, that is until he connects his mouth to your folds. He begins running his lips and tongue all over your folds and begin moaning his name. You feel him smirk against you. He continues going for a while before you feel everything hit you at once.

“Seungcheol, I-I-I’m gonna…” your words turn into moans that are so loud there is no doubt the guys heard you. He let you take a moment to regain your breath before moving back over you. He leaned over into his dresser drawer and pulled out a condom. He slid it over himself and got himself in position. He looked down at you already fucked out. He loved the way you looked when you were already completely ruined by him. He looked deep into your eyes and smiled. Whenever Seungcheol got a little rough in the bedroom with you, a part of him always stayed soft. Behind all the dominance was always your loving sweet boyfriend. That's what made you more comfortable letting him take control because you knew he would never hurt you.

Seungcheol had positioned his cock right at your entrance. Seungcheol was about average in size but he was definitely thick. It always took you a few seconds to adjust to him but today he didn’t. He pushed himself in slowly but almost immediately moved back out. He pumped himself in and out of you a few times. After the second time, you had finally adjusted to his size. You were moaning so loud. You had been so loud but had been holding back his name.

“What’s. My. Name.” He said in your ear in tempo with his thrusts. His last word ended on an intense thrust that hit your spot.

“SEUNGCHEOL” you cried out. You kept yelling his name over and over again. He put his hand on your heat and began rubbing circles. Everything became too much and you could feel yourself getting ready to come again. He finished with a breathy moan. He continued to thrust so that you would finish a second time. After you both came, he fell over onto your side and pressed kisses against your lips. After a few moments of kissing, he turned on his back and nudged your thigh.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m done with you. It’s time for round two, sweetheart. This time, you’re on top”

You two kept going all night. He was going to make sure the guys knew you were his.

You had slept over after he was finished with you. The next morning you got up and slipped on one of his t-shirts and boxers. You stumbled into the kitchen, too sore to walk correctly. As you were making yourself a coffee, some of the guys came out and sat on the chairs at the table. They startled you when you turned around.

“So I guess we know now” Wonwoo had said with a smirk on his face.

“Must’ve been really good.” Mingyu chimed in.

You laughed with them.

“Are you guys upset?” You said looking mostly at Jun.

“We are all just really happy you are with such a great guy, even if we did wish it was one of us.” He smiled.

[fluffy-marshmallow-heart]

A Twist of Fate ch.30 -True Love's Despair

The Elementalist au

Beckett x MC (Oriana)

words: 2299

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This AU is set after everyone graduates Penderghast, and Beckett and Oriana were never friends. Fate, however, may have a different plan for them.

  Beckett was able to avoid his friend’s questions Thursday, but when Friday arrived, they both jumped on him almost as soon as he walked in the door. Late. Again.

“Happy hour!!” Tom cried. “I have permission to stay out until 8pm!! But then I have to put the kids to bed so Jesse can have a break…”

Beckett rolled his eyes. “I don’t think we’ll be out that late, guys. It doesn’t take three hours to drink two pitchers.”

“What I’m saying is, there’s no rush. Jesse and Melissa are both worried about you. They can’t believe Oriana just up and disappeared.”

  “There were a few uh…select words Melissa used about the situation.” Dave grimaced.

“She’s coming back.” Beckett replied. “Don’t talk bad about her.”

“She was actually wondering who you’ll be spending Christmas with?”

Beckett blinked. He hadn’t even thought of the holidays that were fast approaching. “I haven’t thought about it. I’ve never been big on celebrating holidays, it was never a big thing in my family. So…I’m probably doing nothing.”

He frowned thinking of his last encounter with his parents. If they knew Oriana was gone, they’d probably be thrilled. Katrina had called him a couple of times, but he ignored the calls and didn’t return them. He didn’t know what to say.

“I’ll…see you later.” He mumbled, turning on his computer and getting settled. Overall, he was feeling better. He was no longer nauseous; his friends were making sure he was eating. He was still barely sleeping, but it was better than nothing. All the same, he was broken, and only Oriana could put him back together. He knew neither Dave nor Tom would be as forgiving when she showed up again. Or their wives, apparently.

At this point…I wonder if it’s even possible to forgive her. She’s been gone five days without a trace.

He tapped his pen against the wooden desk. He’d called all the area hospitals and police stations. He had managed to get through to Shreya, and she seemed genuinely surprised that she hadn’t heard a thing. It was the same with Zephyr.

There was only one person left he could think of to get in touch with, and he really didn’t want to find his phone number. Is it worth it? What will he do if he finds out she’s missing?

He pondered the question. But he needs to face facts. It’s possible Oriana went back to Chase, and as soon as he’s done doing god knows what to her as punishment, he’ll send for her things. Shaking that from his thoughts, he searched the internet for his phone number. Once he found it, he took a deep breath…and dialed from his work phone. It rang twice.

“Hello?” The voice sounded through the speaker.

“H-hi, Chase, this is Beckett. Harrington.”

The was a pause on the other end of the line. “The fuck you want? How’d you get this number?”

Beckett cleared his throat nervously. “I was wondering…uh...if you’ve seen…”

Suddenly loud laughter crackled through before Chase spoke again. “She left you, didn’t she? It was only a matter of time, loser.”

“But…”

“Look, I don’t know where she is, but she’s not here. And if she shows up, her ass will be on the street anyway. I know she’s been fucking you, but I didn’t give her permission to, like I did with…”

Beckett hung up, anger coursing through him. I knew it wasn’t a good idea to call that guy. But at least Oriana isn’t there.

He felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. Relief that she wasn’t with Chase, but disappointed because he had nothing else to go on. But as long as her things were still in his house…there was hope she’d return.

Turning back to his computer, he opened file after file, inputting notes and adding instructions, going through the motions as though he was on auto-pilot. At lunch, Dave dropped a sandwich off at his desk that Melissa had made him. I can’t believe someone else’s wife is taking care of me…making sure I eat. This is ridiculous, I have to pull myself together. I can use the locator spell later, to hell with telling her I wouldn’t use it. This is my life and I’m going to put it back together. I have plenty of her things, it’ll be easy enough. She’s had enough space. No more.

Nodding to himself about his plan, he attempted to focus the rest of the day, and when 5pm rolled around, the three men went to their usual bar.

Beckett hadn’t been planning on drinking a lot as he was going to search for Oriana right after, but his glass kept filling up with fresh beer. Since he didn’t drink all that much, by his third glass he already felt a bit tipsy. The guys were talking about anything and everything that didn’t evolve around relationships. Beckett was half-heartedly chiming in every now and then. He knows they mean well but…

“I’m going to find her tonight.” He suddenly announced. “I have a lead and I’m going to use it. I’m finishing this drink and I’m going.”

“What’s the lead?” Tom asked uncertainly.

Beckett just shrugged. “Let’s just say I have access to some excellent resources.”

“Then why did you just drive around looking? Why not use those resources before?”

“She told me not to.”

Dave spoke quietly. “Look, Beckett…it’s been five days. I hate to say it but…I don’t think she’s coming back or she would have by now. I hate seeing you so distraught every day and now that it’s the weekend…”

“We won’t be around you all day to make sure you’re taking care of yourself.” Tom finished. “And honestly…we’re all pretty pissed at her for doing this to you. It’s not right.”

Beckett slammed his glass down on the table. “You guys just don’t understand. You don’t know the full story. The things she said to my parents? She defended me so fiercely and with so much passion. You didn’t see it. You didn’t hear it. You weren’t around her on a daily basis, you have no idea what she’s truly like. Something bad happened after dinner and it triggered a flight response in her. She thinks she’s protecting me. She literally thinks that leaving me was the best thing she could do to protect me. It’s not that she doesn’t love me because she does. It was the last thing she said to me. So I would appreciate it if you would all lay off her, because I will get her back. And then you will accept her again as though she never left. Nothing is her fault. It’s not my fault. It just happened.”

He picked up his beer again and downed it before noticing his two friends were still staring at him, surprised by his outburst.

“What?” He asked angrily.

Tom finally managed to speak. “I’ve never seen you be this vocal before. In fact…you’ve never been this assertive. It’s just surprising.”

“Do you need help? Whatever you need, we’ll be there.” Dave added. “I’m sorry for what I said, I didn’t realize…you didn’t tell us exactly what happened. I shouldn’t have assumed to know anything. Seriously, Beckett, let us help you. That’s what friends do.”

Beckett blew out a breath. “And I told you before, I don’t need help. I can do this on my own.”

“Of course, you can. But you don’t have to.”

Beckett looked back and forth between his friends faces and found himself nodding. “Okay. If what I have planned doesn’t work…then you can help figure out my next move. But let me try this first.”

For the first time in a week, he had hope that he was going to find her. He’d go home, get one of her bracelets, perform the spell, and have her back within the hour. He was completely positive.

  Meanwhile….

  “Have a good weekend, Oriana. See you Tuesday. Let me know if you want us to still screen your calls.”

Oriana looked up from her desk and gave her colleague a half-smile. “Thanks Linda. Enjoy your weekend.”

“Are you doing anything fun?” Linda asked

Oriana thought about the plan she had for the evening. “No. Not even close. See you Tuesday.”

It was 5:05 on Friday night and she was leaving the Aquarium along with everyone else. She’s been doing this every day since she ran away from Beckett. She couldn’t believe she hurt him. The guilt was eating her alive. She’d shut off her cell phone, so she wouldn’t be tempted to answer his calls or call him herself. She knew he was worried sick, literally, she was nauseated and throwing up on a regular basis, and she knew he wasn’t okay by any means. She wasn’t either. In fact, leaving him took the last amount of strength she had, and she’s been miserable ever since. She was starting to question whether she’d made the right decision or not.

She knew he’d called looking for her, but she was having the secretary screen the calls for anyone not business related. She’d given Linda several names specifically, and if it were one of them, she was to inform that Oriana had not shown up all week.

She felt terrible for lying, terrible for making her colleagues lie, and terrible knowing how Beckett felt when Linda told him she wasn’t around. That’s what was making everything so much worse. The fact that she could still feel him. She’s been searching for ways to block it, but so far has come up blank. Just like magick is innate…so are these types of connections.

There was a cab waiting to take her to Beckett’s house. She’d told everyone that her car was in the shop getting fixed after being rear-ended, but now that it was the weekend, she needed it. She was hoping that Beckett’s friends persuaded him to go to the bar that night. They hadn’t been out just the guys in a while, and she had a feeling they would drag him there even if he refused. She was counting on it.

Normally at this time of day, she just made a lap around the block a couple times before returning to the Aquarium. She’d unlock the door, slip back in unnoticed, locking it behind her. It was a well-equipped building with tons of supplies. There was a couch in the employee lounge that she slept on, there were extra blankets, laundry machines, microwave, refrigerators, and extremely large showers. Monday after work she’d gone to get several new outfits and toiletries, since all of hers were at Beckett’s and also picked up food for the week. It wasn’t exactly ideal, but she managed, and no one knew what she was doing. But now she needed to do something different. She’d found a nearby hotel that gives discounted rates for long-term stays. She was only booking by the night, but had an agreement with the manager to not be forced to switch rooms if she stayed. Each room was equipped with a small kitchenette, a television, fridge. She’d stay there until she found an apartment, which she’d already found a couple online she’d tour this weekend. Another reason she needs her car. She’d even taken the coming Monday off in case she needed it, in case, miraculously, she found somewhere she could move in right away, or needed to continue her search.

Driving across town in the backseat of the cab, she let her tears silently fall as she kept thinking of Beckett’s face when she’d physically harmed him. It was the exact thing she was terrified of the entire time she’s known him. He should have listened to her when she said she wasn’t good for him, that she was dangerous.

She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as the car approached her house. Only Beckett’s house now. She thought miserably. She was right, there was no sign of him. His car wasn’t there. Paying the cabbie, she stepped out, inhaling the fresh air, letting the cold wind dry her tears. She knew what to do. She went inside.

  Several Hours Later…

  Beckett finally arrived home, glad his friends let him go after he’d sobered up a bit. As he approached his house, his heart basically stopped beating. His driveway was empty, Oriana had come while he was out. Cursing under his breath, he dashed inside, calling her name and running up the stairs into the spare bedroom, stopping short when he saw the empty dresser drawers and empty hangers in the closet. There was nothing in the room. He went into the bedroom they shared, already knowing what he’d find, but needing to see it. Sure enough, everything of hers was gone, including any dirty clothes that hadn’t been washed yet. He tore through the upstairs rooms, not even noticing that several of his shirts were missing as she’d taken them with her.

Numbly he went back down the stairs. There’s nothing left. I have nothing to use to find her.

Walking into the kitchen he immediately noticed something left on the counter. He picked up her key and stared at it, wondering if he could use it to locate her, quickly muttering the spell…but nothing happened. He felt nothing. There was no pull, no sense of direction.

That’s because technically it’s not her key…it’s my spare key. We never made one just for her.

Realization hit him like a freight train. She’s really gone. She came here, she was waiting until she thought I would definitely not be home. And she knows me well enough that she was right.

He collapsed against the wall, sobbing. There was no way to find her now.

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[fanofnightz]

Booze (Part 1)

Nikki Sixx x Reader

Summary: Your band has been touring with Mötley Crüe for over two months now and you and the boys are on really good terms because you are always down for some trouble. Especially the bass player and you are getting along really well. After a show you run into your mother and her newest boyfriend and in the end of it you find yourself drinking on the roof of your hotel as suddenly Nikki joins you.

Words: about 7000

Warnings: cursing, a lot of drinking, mentions of sex, anger, angst, a little fluff

Note: I’ve written a lot in the past but this is my first one shot. English is not my main language so please excuse grammar/spelling mistakes, I did my best. Also, if you like it, I’m gonna write a Part 2.

It was a hell of a show. The crowd was awesome and the people were screaming your own lyrics, the ones you had written together with your band, along with you. Nothing, you thought, could ever be better than this feeling.

As you got to the final song, you were dripping wet from sweat. Brian, your drummer, started off with a fast beat while Chris, your lead guitarist, and Dan, your bass player, joined him.

A few moment later you started to sing and you smiled happily ‘cause your vocals were loud and clean and exactly how they were supposed to be.

You jumped around on stage, messed a bit with Dan and Chris and laughed at Brian, who pulled funny faces during his drum solo. He was high, as always, but it didn’t bother you at all. You were drunk too 'cause you had drowned a bottle of Whisky with the boys before the show.

As the song ended, you let out a loud scream and told a few Thank You’s to the crowd. Then you ran off the stage along with your band, completely pumped with adrenalin and happy as fuck because the show had gone so well.

You drank half of a bottle of water that was given to you by one of the roadies and then you poured the other half over your body to cool down a bit.

“Great show, Y/N!”, Dan smiled and patted your shoulder, “But the next time, please don’t take off your shirt and throw into in the crowd! I’m getting a little jealous!”

He laughed and pointed at your upper body that was just covered with a lacy black bra.

“It’s noted but that doesn’t mean I’m not doing it again!”, you winked at him and Chris, who stood next to you, laughed and took a sip of his water. There was no alcohol in sight, maybe the members of Mötley Crüe had already drowned everything while you had been on stage.

You and Dan had this thing going on between you two where you would always flirt with each other whenever you got the chance to do it. It was kind of a fun thing to do even though you thought of Dan as a brother and you knew that he thought of you as a sister.

“Let’s see if the other boys have a little Whisky left for us.”, Brian, who had been quiet the whole time since you got off stage, suggested and you nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, I need booze NOW!”, you laughed and made your way to the dressing room of the Mötley Crüe boys while your band followed you.

You all were a little high from the show (except Brian, he was actually high) and you wanted to celebrate with the other band until they had to go on stage.

As you reached the dressing room, you slammed the door open, laughing at Chris, who tried to carry Brian down the hallway on his arms.

“Boys, I need alcohol and I need it now!”, you said loud and strutted into the smokey room. The other band, sitting on two couches with a few girls, laughed and Vince pointed at an open fridge that was completely filled with bottles of Jack Daniels while he played with the hair of a blonde groupie.

“Hallelujah!”, you screamed and went up to the fridge to get four bottles of Whisky while Brian, Dan and Chris sat down on the couches too.

“Seems like Y/N is a little needy tonight.”, Tommy laughed and his eyes landed on your almost bare chest since you didn’t make the effort to put on a new shirt.

“Fuck off, asshole!”, you smiled while showing off your middle finger. He laughed again, took a big sip of Whisky and placed his hand on the thigh of the girl next to him that was looking at him with puppy eyes.

You walked to the couches too and handed three of the bottles in your hands to your band. You rolled your eyes in amusement as you saw that they had already started to flirt with the other girls.

You sat down between Nikki and Mick and opened your bottle of Whisky with a sigh of relief.

“How’s the crowd?”, Nikki asked you and watched your mouth while you took a first sip of Whisky.

His blue-green eyes narrowed a bit as you drowned a quarter of the bottle without thinking twice. You loved the burn and the warm feeling the Whisky gave you.

“The crowd is awesome!”, you said after you lowered the bottle from your lips and smiled a wide smile. “You’ll love it! The people are going crazy out there!”

He smiled at you and took a sip of his Whisky too. “Were they crazy right at the beginning or did they go crazy after you took off your shirt?”, he started to flirt and you gave him a smirk.

His free hand, the one that wasn’t holding his bottle, brushed your waist and you raised your eyebrows. “We don’t wanna take this too far tonight, won’t we?”, you whispered in his ear so the others wouldn’t hear you.

You had hooked up with Nikki three times already, it had always been good fun and you wouldn’t say No to a fourth time.

Even though you both had been very drunk each time you remembered all the things he was able to do with his fingers and his tounge all too well.

“Just as far as we want to go, Hot Stuff.” he whispered back and his breath, smelling like alcohol, cigarrettes and peppermint, brushed your face. You were used to that smell, so you didn’t back away.

“Careful, Darling. Hot things can burn you.”, you played along and now he smirked at you.

“Well”, he said and his voice got a little deeper, “I think I’m used to playing with fire.”

You could only agree with that. Nikki always did something reckless and setting himself on fire was one of his favourite things to do.

You just wanted to response with a sassy comment as the door to the dressing room opened.

“Y/N”, one of the tour assistants (you thought her name was Cassie) called you and you looked away from Nikki to see what was going on, “There is a surprise guest waiting for you.”

You stood up slowly and Nikki’s hand slipped off your waist.

Who could the guest be? You didn’t expect anyone to visit you but it had to be someone you knew or else the security would have stopped him or her.

“Ok, I’ll follow you, Cassie.”, you replied and exchanged some looks with your bandmates. “I’ll see you guys later”

“My name is Karen, not Cassie, but it’s okay. I bet you have to remember a lot of names.”, Karen-not-Cassie uttered while you stepped out of the dressing room and closed the door behind you.

“Sorry.”, you mumbled, holding onto your - now half empty - bottle of Jack Daniels and knowing that you would forget her name again anyway.

You followed Karen-not-Cassie back to the stage and you slowly felt the Whisky kicking in.

Maybe it was enough for tonight, you had to play a show tomorrow and you didn’t want to be hangovered while singing.

You really wanted to put the bottle away but then Karen-not-Cassie pointed at someone and you saw who the surprise guest was. Immediately you took another sip.

A few seconds later the tall, expensively dressed woman turned around and while your smile slowly faded away, hers got a little wider.

“Y/N!”, your mum shouted happily and walked over to you with fast steps.

“Please not.”, you whispered to yourself just before she pulled you into a tight hug. You patted her back but you didn’t hug her back.

“Mum, who’s that man over there that was holding you hand?”, you asked after she let go of you. You didn’t make the effort to say Hello.

You sighed as your mum waved the man over.

“Well, honey, this is Kent!”, she introduced the man to you.

You looked at him and you stopped yourself from shaking your head in disbelief. He was tall, had wavy brown hair and blue eyes and he was maybe thirtyone or thirtytwo - just eight years older than you were.

“Kent has got a big house in California and he is the manager of a really successful company!”, your mum explained and you couldn’t help but drink some of your Whisky.

Kent just stood there and didn’t even say something to you. He looked around, looked at his nails, looked at your mum, looked at you - and seemed to be really bored.

“And let me guess: he’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”, you asked with a hard look on your face.

Your mum changed her boyfriends like she changed her clothes and as time went by her new lovers got younger and younger (and richer and richer).

“Well”, your mum smiled, “actually…”

She didn’t end the sentence but she held up her hand to show you the big shiny ring on her finger. You felt your jaw drop.

“You are engaged!”, you almost screamed and the smile on her face left as she saw how angry you were.

You looked around 'cause you didn’t want to look her in the eye and you were glad that nobody was paying attention to you.

Well, almost nobody. A few meters to your right, Mötley Crüe walked by, ready to go on stage. Nikki was fully focused on you and you could have sworn that he looked a little concerned as your eyes met for a second and he saw the anger in your look. Then he got out of your sight.

“You don’t seem to be happy for me.”, your mum uttered while you held on tight to the bottle in your shaking hand.

“How long do you know each other?”, you asked and tried not to scream.

“For two months but-”

“No!”, you stopped your mum from talking and saw Kent stepping back a little. He definitely felt uncomfortable in this situation but you didn’t give a damn about him.

“How many boyfriend did you have in the last six months?”, you shouted, not able to hold it back any longer, “Ten? Twelve?”

Your mum looked at you in shock. Did she really expect you to be happy about the fact that this was the fourth engagement ring on her finger in a timeline of six years?

“Y/N, listen…”, the long haired woman tried to calm you down but you had enough.

“No, Mum, you listen!”, you yelled and in your anger, you trew the bottle of Whisky against the closest wall. It broke apart and thousands of little sharps fell to the ground.

Your mum shrugged back and a lot of people were looking at you now but you didn’t care - maybe it was the anger, maybe it was the alcohol that was running through your veins.

“You’ve been doing this shit almost my whole life now and it’s fucking enough! I can’t take this any longer!”, you screamed and recognised some tears in your mothers eyes but you weren’t finished yet, “You’re going crazy since Dad left us and instead of getting help you go and fuck around with some dudes that could be my older brothers by now! And if you get lucky and find a dumb, rich asshole who is willing to marry you then you go for it 'cause fuck yeah that guy will definitely give you a little bit of satisfaction with all his money and his big house! And then you introduce him to me as my "new Dad” or whatever 'cause you don’t give a fuck about what I think of all that shit!“

"Y/N, I never knew you felt this way.”, your mum almost whispered and a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Spare your breath.”, you snapped, “I have told you at least five times now but you never fucking listen to me! So don’t try to come close to me ever again and don’t fucking invite me to your shitty wedding! I’m done with you and your bullshit!”

You turned around to leave and realized that there wasn’t a single damn person around who wasn’t staring at you and your crying mum.

“The show is over, morons!”, you shouted and while everyone turned away in shame you rushed out of the backstage area without looking back.

At the moment, you just wanted to be alone, so you didn’t go back to your band and went straight out of the building to get yourself a cap back to your hotel.

The boys will be worried, they’ll ask themselves where you are, a tiny voice in the back of your head whispered to you but you couldn’t care less.

The only thing you wanted now was booze - enough to forget about the confrontation with your mum and Kent.

-

Four hours later you sat alone on the flat roof of your hotel. You heard the cars roll by on the streets of New York - the city that never fell asleep.

From where you were sitting you were able to see almost the whole city and on another day you would’ve been completely stunned by that unbelivable view.

But today you were totally drunk and fucked up so you didn’t care much about your surroundings.

On the ground next to you were four empty bottles of Whisky and the fifth was in your hand.

After you had gotten into your hotel room, you had immediately gone to the fridge to get some booze. The look on your mum’s face as you had walked away had been still on your mind and by then, the anger had almost left and some kind of sadness slowly had crept into your head.

At first, you had been on your bed in your hotel room, drinking and thinking about all the things you had done. But after half a bottle of Vodka, you had been too drunk to sit still, so you had gotten up, had grabbed as many bottles of Whisky as possible (five) and had wandered around the hotel until you had found the surprisingly unlocked door to the roof. Somewhere inbetween you had put on a new shirt, but you didn’t know when.

And now you were sitting there, drinking. And somehow the conversation with your mum was still on your mind and it drove you crazy.

Everything you had said to her had been the truth and nothing but the truth - but still. You felt like somebody had died.

You took another sip of Whisky and sighed. Your upper body fell backwards and now you were lying on the hard ground, looking up to the cloudy sky. In the distance, you heard police sirens.

You closed your eyes and tried to blend out everything - the noise, your mum, Kent, the fact that you didn’t want to get this drunk but now you were completely shitfaced. It didn’t work.

You got angry again. Angry, 'cause your mum was a shitty mum, angry, 'cause you had said some really rude things to her and angry, 'cause you did nothing better than sitting alone on a roof and drinking to forget all of that.

You got up, grabbed one of the empty bottles next to you and with a loud scream, you threw it against the entrace door.

“Fuck!”, you shouted and clinged your hand into your hair. Now that you were standing, you suddenly felt the power of the Whisky in your blood. Everything started to turn and you felt like you had been in a really devilish carousel for three hours straight. You fell to your knees, hand still in your hair, and coursed again.

“Are you okay?”, a voice suddenly asked and you flinched and looked around in shock.

At first, you couldn’t see anyone, but then you spotted somebody next to the door.

You didn’t know who you’d expected, but definitely not Nikki. Still, he was standing there, first looking at the sharps on the ground next to him, then at you. He had two bottles of Vodka in his hands and as you looked closer, you saw that he wasn’t in stage clothes anymore. He wore tight black leather pants now, combined with a black tank top and a red leather jacket.

You held onto your last bottle of Whisky, stood up again (everything was still turning) and tried to look like you hadn’t had some kind of a mental breakdown before he had shown up.

“What are you doing here, Sixx?”, you asked and noticed, that you had a lot of problems with pronouncing the words correctly.

He walked up to you until he was just two meters away from you. Now you were able to see the last bit of make up, that was still on his face.

“The better question is: what are you doing here, Y/N?”, he asked back and you rolled your eyes.

“I asked first.”, you said like a little kid and he gave you a tiny smile. He was drunk too, but not as drunk as you were. Well, maybe he was just better at hiding it.

“Fine.”, Nikki sighed, “We were in a strip club that isn’t far away from here and Tommy had this crazy idea about a pyramid of strippers. I tried to climb on top of it, but it broke down and I accidentally kicked one of the girls in the face, so they threw me out of the club. I didn’t know where to go so I went back to my hotel room with some girl I met on the way. In my room, I wanted some Vodka, but my fridge was already empty so I went down to get some booze 'cause I couldn’t find the telephone. On my way back I opened the wrong door and then I heard a scream - your scream - from upstairs so I went up to see what was going on.”

You were too drunk to understand everything, but what you understood was the fact that he had some chick waiting for him in his hotel room. Good.

“Everything is fine, you can go back to your groupie now.”, you mumbled and took a sip of Whisky. Then you turned away and sat down again.

“And leave you here alone, on the rim of a roof, while you are drunk and totally fucked up? You wish.”, he responded, “I may be a drunk dumbass but I’m not stupid.”

“I don’t want you to be here, asshole!”, you shouted and gave him an angry look over your shoulder.

“And I don’t want you to die 'cause you got too close to the rim and fell down!”, he shouted back and got closer.

You stood up and tried to walk away from him, to the other side of the roof, but walking seemed to be harder than you had thought it would be. Still, you kept going.

“I said I’m fine!”, you snapped but in the same moment, you started to feel really, really ill. One second later, you started to bend over, puking your guts out.

As you felt Nikki’s hands on your back, that held back your hair, you wanted to tell him to fuck off, but you had to choke for at least two minutes until you were able to talk again.

“I don’t need your help, Sixx.”, you told Nikki but he didn’t seem to care.

“But you need a new shirt, for sure.”, he mentioned and pointed at your red t-shirt. You looked down on you and saw that you had thrown up all over it.

“No, no, no, no.”, you mumbled and wanted to whipe off the vomit with your bare arm. Your drunk, fucked up self thought that that was a good idea.

Thank god, Nikki stopped you and grabbed your arm. “That’s a really dumb idea, Hot Stuff.”, he smiled softly and you looked at him in confusion.

“Well, I can’t get it off any other way and I can’t take off my shirt 'cause I would freeze to death.”, you tried to explain. Talking was a little easier now.

“You won’t get this off without some water.”, Nikki said, “Take it off and put on my jacket.”

You looked at him in surprise. You knew that Nikki (when he wasn’t fully shitfaced) was someone who really took care of his friends. But still, you weren’t used to him being caring about you. Well, he never had had the chance to be before.

At first, you wanted to reject his offer 'cause you were ashamed of the fact that he saw you in such a vulnerable moment. But then you looked down at your ruined t-shirt, looked up in his completely honest eyes and recognised that it was time to swallow your pride and let him help you.

You nodded and tried to take off your shirt. It wasn’t that easy but you made it without getting in contact with your vomit. Then you threw the shirt to the ground.

Nikki gave you a gentle smile and took off his jacket to give it to you. You grabbed it with a quiet “Thank you”, put in on and pulled the zipper up. It was way too big for you, but it was warm and smelled like some mixture of alcohol, smoke, perfume and something else you couldn’t recognise. You didn’t know why, but you liked wearing this jacket.

Now, that you had puked out a huge part of the alcohol in your body, you felt a little more sober, but you also felt really exhausted.

But instead of putting the Whisky away, you immediately drank a few sips again. Nikki gave you an amused look, but you saw that he was still worried.

“That’s the Rock n’ Roll life, baby!”, you smirked as you lowered the bottle.

You walked back to the place were you had sat before and sat down again. Nikki followed you straight away.

“I’m not getting rid of you any time soon, right?”, you asked as he sat down next to you and started to drink out of one of his bottles of Vodka.

He shook his head and smiled with the bottle still on his lips. “If I can’t get you off of this roof, I’ll stay up here with you then. I bet the girl in my room has left already anyway.”, he said.

“Well, I think she’s still waiting for you. I bet she would wait the whole night if she could have sex with you afterwards.”, you replied, halfly joking, halfly saying the truth.

“So it’s not important how long I’m here with you. When I’ll get back to my room, she’ll be there.” He shrugged his shoulders and you brought your bottle up to your lips again, glad that he hadn’t tried to take it away from you.

As you had drunk for a few seconds, you held up the bottle to see how much you had left over by now - half a bottle.

“You’re not getting my booze when you are finished with yours.”, Nikki, who had watched you, commented and pointed at his second bottle of Vodka.

“We’ll see.”, you mumbled and gave him a side look. He was only a few inches away from you, his legs angled, staring out at the city. If you had wanted to, you could’ve rested your head on his shoulder.

You just sat there, drinking in silence for at least twenty minutes until you started to talk again.

“My mum’s getting married.”, you spoke out the truth. You didn’t know why you wanted to talk about it so bad now, but you had to, or else you would explode.

“Was she the woman you’ve talked to before we got on stage?”, Nikki asked and you felt his eyes on you as you kept staring at the lights of New York.

“Yeah, and the man next to her was Kent”, you nodded, “her fiancé.”

You almost couldn’t bring the word over your lips, it was just a whisper. But Nikki still heard you.

“He’s so young”, he swallowed, “I thought he was your older brother.”

You wanted to be mad at him, but you couldn’t because it was the truth. Kent really could’ve been your older brother.

“I’m an only child.”, you explained, “Mum never wanted kids.”

You knew this for many years now, but it still hurted a little bit. When you had been fifteen, your mum had told you during an argument and you were still able to repeat everything she had said to you.

“And your Dad?”, Nikki tried to make you open up and it surprisingly worked. Maybe it was the alcohol, but you felt like it was okay to tell him about you.

“He left us when I was five.”, you sighed, “Mum really loved him with all her heart but he cheated on her with her best friend. Since then, she’s out of control.”

You emptied your bottle and Nikki opened his second bottle of Vodka. “Out of control?”, he digged deeper and you finally looked at him.

His eyes were a little darker and they were bloodshot. His hair was a little more messy than usual and there was a small stain of lipstick on his chin. He still looked good, though. You didn’t want to know how horrible you looked after all of that drinking and screaming and puking.

“She had a lot of boyfriends and for about six years, she had a drinking problem. She was married six times in the past ten years and her boyfriends got younger and richer as time went by. Well, at least she’s sober now.”, you told Nikki and without a word he started to share his bottle with you.

“And now she wanted me to be happy for her and I said some really mean things. I told her to leave me alone for the rest of my life.”, you whispered with the bottle on your lips.

Nikki looked at you in silence and then he nodded, like he knew exactly how you felt.

“I mean, she’s not good for me and I’m better off without her.”, you tried to explain yourself, “But she’s still my mum, you know?”

You took another sip and then you gave the bottle back to him. He started to drink and for a few moments, you two were sitting there in comfortable silence.

“My mum’s a bitch too.”, Nikki then said and it was the third time today that he surprised you.

You had heard a few things about his past, just like everyone else, but Nikki never really talked about it. You felt honoured that he did it now, even though you knew that he only did it to show you that you weren’t alone.

“What did she do?”, you asked and got a little closer to him. Now you were able to smell his extraordinary Nikki-smell and you realised that that was the other smell in his jacket.

“She never really cared about me.”, he explained, “It was like I was unwanted in her house and a few of her boyfriends were really rude to me, but she didn’t say a word at all. Even when they slapped me.”

You hugged your legs with your arms and buried yourself in Nikki’s jacket. Then you leaned to the side, until your shoulder touched his.

“Some people just aren’t meant to have kids.”, you whispered and Nikki nodded while drinking out of the bottle again.

“Your mum at least gave you a big home and you got to meet your Dad. I lived in a little junkhole and I talked to my Dad over the phone one time and never again.”, he uttered and it sounded kind of rude.

“Big? Yes.”, you tried to defend yourself, “But it wasn’t a home. We moved from big house to big house almost every year. I never had a real home since I was five. And at least your Dad never made you believe in him. My Dad always promised me to be home or to do stuff with me, but he never did. And as he left, he didn’t even say goodbye to me and I never saw him again.”

You weren’t able to look at Nikki while he gave you the Vodka bottle again. “I’m sorry.”, he mumbled, “I didn’t want to be mean.”

“It’s okay.”, you answered, took a sip of Vodka and blinked away the tears in your eyes, so Nikki couldn’t see them.

Your dad had been the reason why you never had trust in any man and still the only expectations were your bandmates.

And now Nikki was so nice to you and you felt your heart warm up a bit when he looked at you. And you didn’t like it at all.

“When I was eight we lived in this big villa and when it was warm outside, I used to sneak out of my room and climb onto the roof, to look out at the city.”, you started to talk again. You felt the urge to tell a story that suddenly had crept into your memories, so the atmosphere wouldn’t be so sad anymore.

“One night, my mum saw me. And she got so mad at me! In the following nights, she locked up my bedroom door.”, you paused and gave the - now almost empty - bottle to Nikki. He grabbed it but his eyes didn’t let go of you.

“But in the fifth or sixth night”, you went on, “I had to go to the toilet. And my door was still locked and I had to pee so fucking bad.” You let out a little laughter. “And I was so angry at my mother and I really didn’t know what to do - so I opened up the window and I peed out of it! Don’t ask me how I did it, but I managed to pee right onto the seats of my mums cabrio that was standing right under my window. When she found out, I was grounded for two whole months!”

Nikki first looked at you in silence but the he burst out in laughter and you joined him. It felt good to laugh after all that had happened before.

“Straight into the cabrio!”, Nikki gasped while laughing. His upper body fell backwards and was lying on his back now.

“You should’ve seen her face on the next day!”, you laughed and lied down too.

You two were laughing for a solid five minutes. It was a way longer time than you would’ve laughed at the story for usual, but at the moment, you both were drunk (he was on drugs too, as always) and you needed a laugh, so you kept laughing until your stomachs started to hurt.

And then you both stopped laughing and just looked up to the sky. Your shoulder was touching his and you hated yourself for the fact that you actually enjoyed his company.

Of course, you two had been together many, many times and you’ve touched each other a lot more than this before, but it had never been like this. You had never felt so save before when he had been around you.

“You still don’t want to get back to your room, right?”, Nikki then asked and you turned your head to the side to look at him.

He was looking down on you and you saw that the, now empty, bottle of Vodka was still in his hand. He threw it away and it made a bright noise, but it didn’t break.

“No.”, you whispered, knowing that he was able to hear you, “I like being up here. I don’t want anyone to see me now and nobody knows that I’m here.”

“Well, I know.”, Nikki said, and you felt his eyes on you while you looked up to the dark sky again, “And I can see you too.”

“You could be with some chick now, getting your dick sucked.”, you mentioned, “Instead, you are lying on the roof, drinking with the completely fucked up singer of your opening act.”

“Are you trying to tell me that I should leave?”, he smiled, “'Cause you know that I won’t do it. You still could fall off of this roof and I am the only one around who could stop you.” You laughed and he slipped a little closer to you.

“Why are you so nice to me?”, you then asked. Now that you were lying on the ground, with his warm jacket on, you felt yourself getting tired. You weren’t able to stop yourself from yawning.

“I’m always nice to you, Y/N.”, Nikki answered and for a second you thought that there was a soft tone in his voice.

“But not like… this.”, you tried to explain, wild gesticulating with your hands to make it a little clearer to him.

Nikki didn’t answer and you already thought that he would just leave it like like that. But then: “I don’t know. Maybe because you seemed to need it. I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“And I also don’t want people to see me like this.”, you mumbled, suddenly having to try really hard to keep your eyes from falling shut.

“Do you still want me to leave?”, the black-haired man next to you then asked and his voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Yes, you wanted to answer, I want you to leave me alone, so I can freak out again. I don’t fucking need you here. But you knew that it would’ve been a lie.

You wanted him to stay and you wanted him to lie next to you until the sun rised again. 'Cause even though you didn’t want to admit it, his presence kept the demons from taking over your mind again.

“At the moment, I kinda like your company.”, you admitted. If you wouldn’t have been so fucked up and tired, you would’ve never said that.

“Yours isn’t that bad too, Hot Stuff.”, Nikki uttered before you were able to take back your words. “Well, it would be better if you would suck my dick, but I think I can cope with this too.”

He laughed and you softly slapped his chest with your left hand. “I’m not gonna give you a blowjob, Sixx!”, you laughed too and left your hand on his chest a little too long before taking it away again.

“We’ll come back to it later.”, he smiled and you laughed again and shook your head.

You both were quiet again and you felt yourself slowly drifting away. You curled up to a ball next to Nikki, your head almost touching his chest.

You didn’t want to fall asleep. Well, mostly you didn’t want to allow yourself to fall asleep next to Nikki Sixx.

But at the same time, you really liked it. You liked the way you felt his warm body next to yours and you liked hearing him breathing quietly.

Just tonight, you thought, finally giving up, I will allow this just tonight and never again.

And before you were able to stop yourself, you slipped a little closer to him and rested your head on his chest. He already had seen you at your worst, there was no need to be proud anymore.

You felt him freeze under you, but you kept your eyes closed and didn’t back away and a few seconds later he started to breathe again and you felt his arm slowly wrapping itself around your waist.

Just tonight, you thought again and then you slowly fell asleep, his smell in your nose and the sounds of New York and of his breathing in your ears.

-

As you woke up, you felt hot sunrays on your body. It must’ve been midday already, maybe even later.

A few moments after, you started to hear the traffic out on the streets and your head started to ache like somebody just had put it in a vise.

You grumbled a little, pressing your eyes together and trying to ignore the pain behind your forehead.

And then you suddenly started to remember what had happened the last night.

Immediately, you felt Nikki’s body underneath yours and his unmistakable Nikki-smell took over all of your senses.

You weren’t able to remember everything that had happened after you had left the stadion where you had done the last show and there were some blank spaces, but you remembered the most important parts and you remembered almost everything you had said to Nikki. And you started to regret all of it.

Just a few people knew about your past and about your demons and you didn’t want Nikki to be one of those people. But now it was to late and if you were able to remember, then he was too.

You opened your eyes and the bright sunlight blinded you, so you had to get used to it for a few minutes. Your eyes still burned, but now you at least were able to keep them open.

You sat up and looked around, wildly blinking and feeling like your head would start to explode in the next second.

Then you looked down on Nikki, whose eyes were still closed. He looked peaceful, but there were big bags under his eyes and his hair was a goddamn mess. Even without a mirror, you knew that you looked horrible too, but you didn’t care that much about it.

Now that you were sitting, you started to miss his warmth and you started to play with the thought of just lying down again until he woke up. Then you shook your head, trying to get your mind clear again. One night of weakness was more than enough.

You wanted to get up to walk away, like you always did after waking up next to somebody, but then you realised that you were still wearing Nikki’s jacket.

You looked around, searching for your shirt and you saw it lying a few meters to your left, so you got up to get it.

Quiet, so Nikki wouldn’t wake up, you walked up to it and grabbed it, trying not to touch the - now dry - vomit that was still all over it. It smelled really bad and as you looked closer, you started to realize that you wouldn’t be able to get it completely clean ever again, so you decided to just leave it there.

You walked back to Nikki again and looked down on him, trying to figure out what to do now.

You decided to keep it as easy as possible, even though the memories in the back of your head tried to stop you.

Slowly, you pulled down the zipper of Nikki’s jacket and took it off. You had to stop yourself from smelling it one last time and you hated yourself for even thinking about that.

You wanted to lay down the jacket next to Nikki as quiet as possible, ignoring the fact that you got really cold because you were just wearing leather pants and a bra.

Maybe you weren’t quiet enough or maybe the universe hated you, 'cause suddenly Nikki started to move. He let out a groan as he opened his eyes and sat up.

You started to freeze and looked at him with your eyes wide opened in shock. It took him a few seconds, but then he saw you and as you looked into his eyes, you saw that he remembered the last night just like you did.

His eyebrows raised a little as he recognised what you were doing and you just starred at him because you didn’t know what to do.

“Hey.”, he greeted you, still looking a little confused.

“Hi.”, you mumbled, not knowing what to say.

Nikki looked down on the jacket next to him and then up to you. His eyes were still a little red. “You want to leave.”, he noticed and his eyebrows clenged together a bit.

He stood up while grabbing his jacket and now he was standing right infront of you. You had to look up to him.

You nodded, not able to talk and Nikki nodded too.

“Can we please just pretend like last night didn’t happen?”, you then finally asked and you saw that he started to tense up.

Then he nodded again, slowly, but in his eyes was something like… understanding.

He opened his mouth to say something but then he closed it again, just looking at you.

“Thank you.”, you said quietly and looked down on your shoes, not able to look into his eyes any longer. You didn’t just mean the fact that he accepted what you wanted, but also that he had stayed with you the whole night, but you didn’t say that.

“No problem.”, Nikki whispered, almost too quiet to hear it. You looked up at him and gave him a shy smile but he just looked at you with a well-trained pokerface.

Then you turned around and walked to the entrace door, while the wind was blowing your messed up hair into your face.

At the door, you saw the sharps that were still there from the bottle that you had trown against it. You turned around and looked at Nikki one last time. He was looking at you too, lips pressed together and eyes narrowed.

“Can you please not tell anybody about this?”, you asked and he must’ve seen the despair in your eyes because he nodded again.

You turned away again, opened the door and walked inside and one second later, it fell shut behind you and you started to walk down the stairs.

In your head, memories of the last night kept playing back and forth. One part of you just wanted to forget what had happened, but another part, the one that had made you cuddle up to Nikki, wanted nothing more than doing it again.

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Find Part 2 here

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Silence in Atlas 23/30

Once more, this is a dark take on Volume 7 from a Bumbleby standpoint. It has scenes of graphic violence. If there are any specific trigger warnings I will specify it. 

So I took some time to plan the following chapters and so it happens that SIA will have 30 chapters. I would have never imagined writing something so long and the only reason I was able to was because of you guys reading and commenting. It means a lot. I know I always say it but it is like FUEL to me and I just love y’all. NOW ONTO THE CHAPTER!

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Seeing Blake unconscious in a hospital bed brought back so many memories. Yang could remember with cruel clarity how bruised and broken her girlfriend had looked after leaving Staub. It wasn’t a sight she would ever forget. But this wasn’t the same situation. She had to tell herself that. Blake was doing better and this surgery was to save her life. The fact that the faunus could have choked to death made Yang burn with rage.

Aleph.

The name rang in her head with every breath she took. The Traders had cut Blake’s vocal cords and stolen her voice. What more did they want to take? Doctor Yu had warned them that after this procedure the chances of her talking again were even slimmer. All of this was their fault. She wanted to make them pay. If they hadn’t gone to the hospital right away or if Ren hadn’t been there the night before… Yang didn’t want to think about those scenarios. She was sincerely scared of the person she would become if Blake died. There’d be no mantras or breathing exercises to keep her from going in a killing spree.

Blake looked peaceful. Yang couldn’t help but stare. She sat next to the bed as she held her girlfriend’s hand in hers. It had been a couple of hours since the surgery finished so the fanus should wake up any time soon. Yang had sent a message to Ruby explaining the whole situation shortly after arriving at the hospital. She wasn’t really expecting her sister to reply since she and the team were attempting to get the relic. Their hands were more than likely pretty full at the moment.

One of Blake’s ears twitched before she slowly opened her eyes. She blinked a couple of times before her eyes shot open in terror and her body started shaking. She was probably disoriented and scared. Yang pressed her hand lightly and the faunus looked to the side abruptly. Amber met lilac and the shivers disappeared.

“It’s okay, baby Yang said. “You had surgery, remember?” Blake nodded slowly in response. “How are you feeling?” she asked and Blake nodded again. “I’m going to go tell the doctor you woke up. I’ll be right back” the blonde added as she stood up. When she tried to take a step towards the door, the faunus pulled on her sleeve. Yang turned around to see a severely blushing Blake pointing at her own lips. Her eyes were glossy and it was evident she was still coming out of the anesthesia. “What is it?” she asked. Blake puckered her lips and Yang finally understood. She felt a tug at her heart. The sight was just too cute. She bent down and kissed her girlfriend on the lips gently. When she pulled away she could see a smile on the faunus’ lips. “Can I go now, love?”

“Yes” Blake mouthed with a dreamy look in her eyes.

Fifteen minutes later Doctor Yu was in the room giving Blake a quick examination. Everything looked very good. The procedure had been quite simple and it wouldn’t take much time to finish healing. Blake shouldn’t try to make any sort of sound for a couple of days. They wanted her to stay overnight to keep an eye on her and send them home the next day. Neither of them was happy about spending a night in the hospital after having left so recently but there was no other choice. They couldn’t risk anything happening if they insisted on leaving that same day.

Once the doctor left, Yang sat at the edge of the bed, her back turned to Blake. She was tired. Her body was a painful knot after so many nights sleeping on a chair or the hard as fuck couch. She wasn’t going to complain though. She’d sleep on a chair forever if it would help Blake get better. The blonde turned around to look at her girlfriend. Blake tilted her head to the side, one of her ears twitching slightly.

“I’m really tired” Yang said. Blake smiled as she extended both index fingers to point at her girlfriend. Then she moved them inwards towards her chest. “You mean like, get into the bed with you?” the blonde blushed at the statement. Blake nodded and she blushed even more. “We’re in the hospital” the faunus shrugged as she pointed at Yang and proceeded to moved her right fist twice against her chin. Then she touched both her index fingers against each other twice as well. Finally she pointed at herself. Yang smiled.

“Yeah, you are right. I’m your girlfriend” she replied. Blake smiled and moved to a side, making room for Yang next to her. The bed was not really meant for two people but neither of them cared. After having slept together back at the house it was clear to both of them that they wouldn’t sleep any other way. The blonde took off her boots and got in the bed. Blake was quick to snuggle against her, resting her head on the other one’s chest. “Good night, baby” she whispered into one her girlfriend’s cat ears. Blake kissed her on the cheek in response.

It didn’t take long for the faunus to fall asleep. Yang, on the other side, was having a hard time doing so. She was worried about her sister. She hadn’t replied the message she had sent which meant the team was still out there trying to complete their mission. A part of her felt guilty that her stupidity had caused both her and Blake to be unable to help. It had been a while since she had felt so guilty about what had happened. Her thoughts were about to take her on a very unpleasant trip when she heard a strange noise. It was pretty low at first but it was becoming increasingly loud. It was coming from Blake. Was she choking? Had something gone wrong in the surgery? Many questions appeared in her mind before she finally realized what was happening.

“You can purr?” Yang asked a sleeping Blake who, of course, didn’t reply. It was the single most beautiful sound she had ever heard. She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on it. Blake was happy. Blake felt safe sleeping at her side. That was all that mattered.

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The sound of her own scroll woke her up. Yang opened her eyes and quickly extracted it from her pocket, not wanting the sound to wake up Blake. When she finally found it and answered it was too late, the faunus was staring at her with questioning eyes. It was Ruby. She picked up, feeling a knot on her throat. Was it good news? Was it bad news?

“Hi” Yang said. “Are you okay?”

“We are all fine” Ruby replied and the blonde could feel her own soul coming back to her body.

“That is really good to hear” she replied.

“We got the relic” the team leader added but before her sister could celebrate or feel happy she went on. “We’re leaving for Vacuo tonight”

“What?” she asked, hoping she had heard wrong.

“We’re leaving” Ruby repeated. “Salem isn’t coming here. She’s going to Vacuo”

“Vacuo? How do you…”

“There’s reports of serious grimm activity and Ozpin sounds pretty sure. They can withstand an attack here in Atlas but in Vacuo…”

“I get it” the blonde interrupted. “I’m staying”

“I know” Ruby replied quickly. “I’m not expecting you to go with me. We’ll go say our goodbyes to both of you before leaving. How did the surgery go?”

“All good” Yang answered. “She’s breathing normally now”

“That’s good to hear. We’ll see you in a bit”

“Okay, sis” the blonde said as they both ended the call. She turned around to see Blake with a puzzled look on her eyes. Yang explained the situation and her girlfriend got increasingly worried at every statement. She took her scroll tablet and started writing.

“We have to tell Sun and his team” she wrote.

“Ruby and the others are coming here, we’ll tell them to get in contact with them”. It amazed Yang that in spite of everything Blake had gone through she was still thinking like a huntress. It made her feel proud and fall in love with her more every day. 

“By the way, baby. Are you aware that you purred all night?” Blake blushed intensely. She was usually able to control herself. She hadn’t really done it since she was a child. “It was the cutest thing ever” the blonde added as she pecked her girlfriend on the lips. They smiled at each other and touched their foreheads together. Everything was okay as long as they were there for each other and no one was going to tear them apart again.