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Our Lady of Sorrows

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Chapter 2

Relationship: Gerard Way x Reader. Frank Iero x Reader

Tags: love triangles, slow burn, meet-cute, angst, fluff, falling in love, unrequited love, love confessions, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, awkward flirting, love at first sight

Summary: Gerard goes to a venue hosting local artists on a whim one day and sees you. Completely enamoured, he makes it his mission to see you again.

You see him, too. And you wonder what made him stand so close to the stage.

Frank sees the both of you.

(or the formation of mcr but you're there, and you have a special bond with gerard. frank is your long time friend, and the reason you got into music)

3.2k words | ao3

tw: mentions of attempt at coercing to sex towards the end

Frank greeted you right after the show.

But you were so out of it that you nearly walked right past him.

"Woah, hey, you have one solid show and now you're suddenly too good for me?" Frank jested, elbowing you as you brushed by his side.

You blinked, you felt drunk, or even high. Which, you'd never even taken a shred of marijuana, but if you did, you were sure that this is what it would feel like. All dazed or more like fuzzy. Like you knew you were there since you could physically feel your feet planted on the floor and Frank standing next to you, and you could also see everything, but you weren't quite there. You were there but not there. Physically there but not "there", there— what the hell were you on about?

"You good?" Frank asked after a bit, lowering his voice.

"She's just in shock still," Grace said as she slung her guitar over her shoulder. "She was like this all the way through the audience cheering for us! I mean, I get it though, your performance was fucking stellar."

Grace patted your back, and you felt that, just like you felt your other bandmates do the same. One even ruffled your hair. But none of it was computing.

Because in your mind, you were still replaying everything.

You'd only played four songs, and those were the songs you and your band had been obsessing over in the practice room— your drummer's garage— for weeks now. The five of you had played and sang 'til your vocal chords were torn and fingers were bleeding. It was perfect.

And it had all been worth it because the show was perfect.

Everything. The playing, your own singing, the crowd. You finally felt the rush that all musicians assuredly felt. The rush which signalled that this was it. This was where you were meant to be.

The audience, though none knew the lyrics were all screaming, running around, flailing their arms, cheering, some even got a little aggressive. just like how you were when you attended these shows. Lost in the music. Your music made them like that.

God, it was all chaos.

Well, strangely, there was one bit which stood out to you. One guy, dark hair and face paler than the moon. He stood there for the whole performance, not attempting to sing along or getting rowdy with the rest of the moshpit. Just standing there.

"I saw a guy in the pit. Boy, did he stand out."

You looked to Frank, and he raised his eyebrow, "Oh, now you look at me?" He asked, lips wet from the water he was chugging.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you like that. I'm just... wow."

"It's cool. I'm not actually upset, just surprised that you're this shellshocked right now."

You went to sit on a nearby chair. It was one of those plastic foldable ones, the quality was absolutely shitty and it felt like the hinges might snap at any moment but you just had to sit down.

"This is what it's like, huh."

"Yep, it is."

"This rush?"

"The high." Frank added.

"The high." You agreed.

Frank gave you his water, there was only enough for a sip but you accepted regardless, "Thank you." You whispered and sighed gratefully at its coolness.

"Wanna head out now? Since I promised you to play you that song. Or do you want to go greet your adoring fans."

You snorted, "I don't have adoring fans."

"I dunno... that guy in the pit looked real... what's the word, enamored?"

"Ooh, big words, Frankie."

"Shut up." He snatched the bottle from your hand, then realized it was empty and promptly threw it into the trash.

"I think I'm ready to go now. Your place or mine?"

"Mine's closer."

"Alright."

You got up, and everything felt a lot better, At least now I can exist without feeling like I'm having an out of body experience.

The two of you were about to leave the venue when you heard your phone ring, "Frank, wait," You said as you checked it out. "Oh, shoot."

"What is it?"

"I forgot my boyfriend and I have plans tonight."

"Oh," Frank said, and that was all he said for a while. "Why wasn't he at the show again?"

"He was busy. Had a shift at work," You answered while also texting him back. "I'm so sorry. Can we reschedule? Tomorrow, maybe?"

It was too dark to see Frank's expression, but you knew he wasn't happy. You imagined he was doing that thing with his lips where he was pressing them super tight together, making them all pale as he tried not to look too bothered by anything. It was the face he made when he wanted something to go one way but knew it was fruitless to try and fight for it. A bitter acceptance.

"Yeah, tomorrow," Frank conceded finally. "Need a ride?"

"No, he's coming. Sorry again."

"Don't worry about it," Frank said, then stepped forward and gave you a side hug. "I didn't say this, but you were great, by the way. Truly."

"Thanks, that means a lot coming from you."

"Does it?" Frank was able to laugh, even if it was short. It made you feel at least marginally better.

"Of course it does. You're brilliant."

Frank chuckled, "Flattery gets you nowhere. See you."

"Bye."

You watched Frank, shrouded by shadows, step into his car. It was relatively old and made funny sounds which made you a bit anxious when you rode in it, but it had character and memories, which was what was most important.

You waved one last time, but it was too dark to see if he did so back. You hoped he did.

🦇

"I want to see her again."

Mikey turned his head. He'd been sitting in the passenger seat, and was looking out the window until now, "Who?"

"The one we saw towards the end."

"Yeah, that narrows it down." Mikey retorted sarcastically.

"Mercy."

"The guitarist, drummer, or singer?"

"Singer."

"Do you have a crush?"

Gerard nearly crashed the car.

Thankfully, there was a red light. But Mikey wasn't having it.

"What the hell! Gerard, it's not that big a deal. Christ, we almost died..."

"Sorry, sorry," Gerard murmured as he leaned back momentarily. "You just caught me off guard."

"Right. So, what's with the reaction? And more importantly, why do you want to see her again?"

The light turned green and Gerard was driving again. Steady, this time. Maybe too steady. His arms were outstretched and pin straight.

Gerard tried to think of ways to answer him because in truth, he didn't really know, either. The reasons swimming in his head were a hodgepodge of ambiguity. Did he want to see her again simply because she was pretty? No, he can't be that shallow. There was certainly another reason.

Her voice? Her mannerism? Her stage presence? Her attributes? Her style?

"Her..." Gerard began and Mikey waited for the answer with bated breath.

He had to think some more.

"... Quality."

Mikey blanked, "Her... quality."

"Yes. Her quality."

"Um," He started. "Well, alright then. Whatever you say, Gerard."

They pulled up into their driveway. The lights were off. Made sense, it was past midnight on a weekday.

Mikey got out first, then realized Gerard was still inside, "Gonna stay here for a bit?"

"No." Gerard said way too quickly as he hurried out of the car and bumped his head on the ceiling.

Gerard clutched his head and muttered a small "ow..."

Mikey poked his head over, "This girl has you real messed up. Do you even know her name?"

"I don't..." Gerard murmured, juggling his keys to find the right ones as he kept rubbing the side of his head. "And she hasn't gotten me messed up. You're over exaggerating things."

"Let's see, you nearly crashed the car over me just asking if you had a crush and you've been out of it all night since that performance. It's okay if you like her, just admit it."

"How can I like someone when I don't even know them?" Gerard hissed as he opened the door.

They walked in carefully, opening and closing the door all slow and gentle so as to not wake their parents. Their conversation continued in hushed whispers.

"You should ask her out."

"What?" Gerard whisper-yelled.

"It's not like she's some untouchable celebrity. Far as I know, she's probably just a university student who does this on the side. Actually, I might even go to the same school as her, so it won't be hard."

"We're moving way too fast right now. I don't even know that I like her and I probably don't. The performance was just so good it left me a little shocked, alright? That's it."

"Alright, well, if you change your mind, just let me know," Mikey relented as he started to make his way upstairs. "Good night."

" 'Night."

Gerard stayed for a bit. Pacing around in the kitchen, hands messing with his uneven and short hair.

The events of the night were still unfolding in his mind, a constant loop, like a broken VHS tape replaying the best, most exhilarating moment of a film.

Except, this wasn't a film, and there wasn't a VHS. It was just his mind and a girl.

Gerard thought about the way her dress flowed, how thin it was, like a veil covering her body. Moreover, the sparkle of the rhinestones, though fake and probably bought from the local craft store, still matched how shiny her eyes were throughout the whole thing. And they weren't shiny from the light or anything like that, they were shiny from passion.

He admired that. He admired that a lot.

Gerard headed to his room— a basement, technically, but a place he considered his most sacred and private nonetheless.

There were posters, action figures, comic books, games, and other geeky paraphernalia galore, but Gerard's favorite spot was his desk. It had all his art supplies, as well as his sketchbooks and even just stray pieces of paper he'd draw on as well as a few stray canvases; painting wasn't his speciality, but he tried, sometimes.

Right now, however, Gerard didn't want to paint. Nor was he interested in his comics or video games. He wanted to draw.

Gerard laid his latest sketchbook flat in front of himself, it was about eighty percent or so filled. The latest drawing was of a superhero, an original one he'd just come up with. Most of the pages looked like this. Not this one, though, the one he was about to draw.

Grabbing his pencil, Gerard began with a circle. That circle became the rough outline of a face. All of his drawings were unique. All of the characters had exaggerated features, uncanny looking eyes and hair which lay all stiff like a comic. Dynamic posing was a must, Gerard just couldn't draw anyone without them being in a zany position.

The girl in the drawing, the girl he couldn't stop thinking about, had her arms outstretched, firmly stood on stage but almost looking like she was floating. Much like biblical paintings which depicted a holy figure.

Her dress, her hair.

Gerard tried his best to capture the shine of the silk, as well as the glimmer of the stones. The texture of her hair, too. It felt like simple pens and markers couldn't do this well, but he tried.

The final detail was the microphone, which lay enveloped between her fingers.

Gerard drew each intricate curve of her hand and all of its pieces, She held it so gently. He took note.

Fingernails, joints, knuckles - hands were personal. Individual. And Gerard remembered how pretty her fingers were. Maybe it was weird to notice this, he was definitely weird.

Finally, Gerard held it up, a few inches from himself so he could get a nice, full view of it. Only then was when he realized a fatal error.

Her face.

Gerard couldn't believe himself. Out of all things, her face? He'd forgotten to draw her face.

Hell's wrong with me. Gerard grumbled as he placed it down and picked up his pencil again.

But as he placed the tip of the graphite onto the blank space where her features should be, he paused.

Her face.

Gerard just couldn't capture it.

The image was there, in his mind, all perfect and waiting to be drawn but he just couldn't. And he couldn't bring himself to try, either.

It almost felt wrong, in a sense, as stupid as that sounded. It wasn't illegal to try, nor would anything bad happen. Gerard was just being complicated.

So, it was left blank, but he wasn't satisfied with that, either. Gerard just couldn't leave it blank and go on with the rest of his life, knowing this would just be left. Unfinished.

More than anything, he wanted to complete it. This drawing.

He needed to see her again.

That would be the only way.

Gerard placed the pencil down and sighed.

🦇

You looked over at your boyfriend, who was already fast asleep. Always one to do so early.

The date went well for the most part. First, the two of you got something to eat at a local restaurant, a real "mom and pop's" kind of place, which you loved. Then, it was straight home to comfortable clothes, goofy movies, and snacks. It was nice.

You just wished he didn't want to have sex.

Sex was nice. You enjoyed it like any average person would. But it wasn't something you particularly wanted to do a lot.

A sentiment he didn't share.

"C'monn babe, you look so hot right now."

You hated how sleazy he sounded sometimes.

"Are you serious? It's been like two weeks. You're really just gonna leave me hanging?"

And how angry he could get.

"Whatever, then. I'll just go to sleep then."

Was it such a big deal? You didn't understand.

You slowly rose from the bed, watching as the little blanket you'd been using fell to the ground. You didn't bother to pick it back up and just walked into the hallway, mindless.

Your parents were out on a honeymoon trip, and knowing them, they wouldn't be back for a while. The house was empty except from you and your sleeping boyfriend—

The doorbell rang.

And that person, apparently.

You checked the kitchen clock. Two forty-eight A.M.

So, that's probably a bloodthirsty murderer or a lost kid. Is this where I meet my end? You thought. Grim, but it was lighthearted to you.

Even so, you weren't stupid so you looked out the peephole and your jaw dropped.

"Frank?" You opened the door, absolutely agape.

"You look surprised."

"It's three A.M.!"

"Two forty-nine, actually. Can I come in? It's cold as balls."

You nodded and opened the door wider for him, but was still flabbergasted, "What are you..."

"Sheer and utter boredom." He answered before you could finish.

Frank made his way to the couch, placing his feet on the coffee table as if he owned the place. It was only then where you noticed a bag in his hands. He noticed, too, and chuckled as he reached into it and brought out something.

"Hostess snacks."

"Holy shit." You immediately went to sit next to him and grabbed the bag from him like it was a billion dollars.

"Aren't I the best?"

"Absolutely."

You grabbed a cupcake, ripping open the thin plastic packaging and tossing one to Frank who caught it with one hand, "These are fucking timeless." You groaned.

"Woah, don't orgasm over a chocolate cupcake."

"Oh, shush," The cupcake was small, so you finished it quite quickly. "That healed me..."

Frank raised his brow, " 'Healed you?' "

Shoot... should I not have said that?

You turned to him, all slow. At first, you contemplated how much to tell him, if at all, but after only a bit of that, you decided to just let it all out. One, because it was too late for you to care and two, because you were upset still and wanted to talk to someone about it. You wouldn't deny yourself that.

"My boyfriend was a bit of a dick."

"How so?"

Getting all comfortable, you sunk into that little crevice between the cushions, "He upset me," You sighed. "How should I say this... he wanted to have sex and I didn't want to��"

Frank cut you off right there, "—What the hell did he do?"

You were a bit caught off guard by that, by how he went from zero to a hundred in the matter of two seconds.

"Woah, woah," You laughed, patting him on the shoulder. "Nothing happened. I didn't do anything I didn't want to do. Just, he got kind of asshole-y over me not wanting to. He's upstairs right now, sleeping."

Frank calmed a lot, he actually seemed to physically deflate which was a little funny, "Alright, 'cause I thought... anyway," He said quickly. "What did he say?"

"Just the standard stuff..." You were drawing circles in your palm now. "About how I'm leaving him hanging... saying we haven't done this in a while..."

"Tell me, why are you with this guy again?"

"He's not a bad person. This is just a little flaw amongst many good things."

"Good things like what?"

"Like, he texts me good morning and good night everyday. He always pays for our meals, which I wish he would stop doing 'cause I feel bad but regardless. He always gets me flowers. He's supportive of my pursuits in music. Oh, and on that note, we have all the same interests and hobbies except he thinks comics are kinda lame."

Frank was nodding along, but he looked like he wasn't really listening. It was the same monotone expression he always had while looking at the teachers in school.

You felt like you had to say something.

"... Look, he might not sound like prince charming, but I love him, okay? And he's not awful. Like I said, a little flaw amongst many good things."

"So, you're settling."

Now, you were getting a little frustrated, "I'm not," You said, calm despite the little bit of rage bubbling in you. "Can we just move on from this?"

"Yeah, sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Hm... what did you do tonight?"

"You mean after you abandoned me?"

You snorted. Frank cracked up a little, too. This was what was nice about him - he always knew when to jest. And when to get serious (even if sometimes he took it too far).

"Hey, I didn't... abandon you. I simply just was stupid and double booked."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I went to the after party, had a few drinks, lounged around for a bit, talked with some of the other bands, but ended up leaving early 'cause it was kinda lame."

"Oh, how so? You love parties."

" 'Love' is an overstatement. I just like the drinks and the company. But this one wasn't too exciting."

"I see. So, what did you do after?"

"Watched some late night TV as I had some leftovers, wrote a few lyrics down to a song I'm thinking of, practiced guitar... then, decided to come here on a whim."

"And what if I wasn't awake?"

Frank looked at you, "I knew you were awake."

It was quiet in your home. You had no pets, nor any siblings, just a sleeping boyfriend upstairs and a best friend next to you. Outside, there was no wind nor rain, just a smooth night and its following tranquility.

#mcr #my chemical romance #gerard way #frank iero #gerard way x reader #frank iero x reader

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crazilust · 1 year ago

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What main character energy should you embody for this next chapter

From left to right : Pile 1, Pile 2, Pile 3.

Pile 1

confirmation/what’s coming instinctively : Brown eyes, brown, guitar, vynils, green shoes, docs, bangs, rings (lots of them, Virgo/Earth energy, hardwood floors, The Emperor, Goddess energy, Water sign, Water dom, Loves water, loves nature, loves animals, Names that start with a J, F, P, S

the message :

You should embody the main character that moves out of her town to start her character ark. Now, this doesn’t necessarily mean you’ll physicall leave your town (although, you might!) but you definitely need to leave some things behind. I’m sensing friends, maybe even family members. Your environement is getting too small for you, which is maybe why I’m getting small town vibes. You are someone that needs a lot of recognition, even from yourself and you’re not getting any where you are right now. Are you proud of yourself? I doubt it. But you need to make the proper steps to find your place in this universe and there is a place for you but you need to look for it! I see you in a new apartment, maybe a bit lonely at first, but it’s because it’ll be the first time you really get to know yourself and discovering your true self. You have been repressing your true taste, your true interests, your true self with those people you’ve been surrounding yourself with. It’s not healthy and it’s getting dangerous at this point cause you’re starting to lose yourself. Leave. That would be my advice for you.

Pile 2

confirmation/ what i’m getting instinctively: Fighter, Orange is the new black, Piper Chapman, Blue, Glacier, Grey, long hair, fake smile, dimples, the emperor Reversed, bad relationships with caregivers, siblings, many friends, Aquarius, Pisces, car, driving, roadtrip, name that starts with M, N, X, V.

the message :

Woah! Okay! Love this energy, but hard to catch honestly. You don’t like being seen, huh? It’s okay, me neither! The journey you should embark on is the one where you’re gonna get thrown into an environment that is completely unfamiliar to you. A bit like pile 1 in the sense that it’s not something you’re used to, but contrary to that pile, you don’t decide to go into this environment, you’ll get thrown into it. I can sense you have some sort of anger issues and this will be the perfect environment to finally let it out. I can feel that although you have a very polished appearance, you actually feel like a wild animal inside. In this new environment, you’ll finally face yourself as you really are. You won’t be able to fake it, or to act like you’ve always done it. It won’t be possible anymore. You’ll have to be your real self, even tho it might disappoint people around you. Oh, you probably don’t want that. Too bad, because you will disappoint people, but you’ll make some real connections out there. When you’ll get out of that environment (because yes, it is temporary I feel), you’ll look back and won’t even recognize yourself. I think you’re quite excited for that. Deep down.

Pile 3

confirmation/what i’m getting instinctively: Twilight, Bella Swan, break up, torture, painful love, toxic love, mean, smiles with bad intentions, agenda, skinny, long hands, pale (or pale for your ethnicity), doesn’t like their hair, Aries/Taurus/Sag/Pisces, Fire dom, Neptune dom, Jupiter Dom, lucky but fails to see it

the message : Oh I’m getting major Bella Swan vibes lmao. Not necessarily her temperament, but mostly what she’s going thru. You’ve been thru a bad breakup and that person has left you empty inside. You find yourself staring at the window, and wondering why it ended the way it did. Stop obsessing over the past. You’re at a point of your journey where you need to change gear. You cannot keep going like that or you’ll litteraly become a shell of yourself. Get up of your bed, take a deep breath, take a walk. Anything. But reminiscing on someone that is gone, won’t do any good. Btw, they’re gone now but they’ll come back. I know you’re excited, but they’ll come back when you won’t care and then you’ll be like : “huh, i don’t even see what I saw in you anymore”. It’ll be a very satisfying feeling for you. In the meantime, cause you’re not there yet, focus on healing. See some friends, get into a hobby. Anything that could take your mind off of him. Why do you fixate over him? Was he something he did? Or didn’t do? Focus on moving on. That’s your journey for now. That’s the part of movie where we all root and get excited for the protagonist to get on her two feet. That’s your part. You got this.

• 🧡🍯👑🐰🪀 •

and that’s all from me folks, thank you so much 🧡

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mvst4far · 3 months ago

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secretary pt.2 | pt.1 | pt.3 |

𝑪𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑻𝑶𝑵 𝑩𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑿 𝑭.ᐟ𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ─ Clayton's recently hired secretary is bubbly and optimistic─the complete opposite of him. He soon learns the way of being carefree and laid back, officially entering your own little world.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ─ none for this chapter!

The first few days working for an intimidating CEO was definitely rocky. Mistakes were basically forbidden, but they were bound to happen at some point. For example, the second day of working as his secretary, you accidentally highlighted the wrong parts on the paperwork. It completely set him back a day or two, which frustrated him, no doubt.

If it weren't due to the lack of staff, he would've fired you already. But, he hated to admit that the workplace needed you.

Sitting at the small corner of his wooden desk, still not being granted with your own due to horrible transportation issues with the company, you were completely zoned out and not in your usual headspace at work.

You had finished all the tasks Clayton assigned you about half an hour ago, and the clock was just striking two p.m. You didn't need to clock out until six.

A short, soft exhale was heard from beside you, clearly a frustrated Clayton. "Make sure your calendar is empty for Friday night, alright?" He mumbles, rubbing his temples.

This man was always stressed out.

Sometimes you even wondered if he acted as tense outside as he does during work hours.

Immediately, you snap out of your trance once hearing his voice and let your head tilt to the side. "What's happening Friday?" You ask innocently.

"Some party," He sighs, almost dreading the event. "It's a party with some co-workers and some other business people." He explains briefly, shrugging his shoulders.

"So, a party for rich people?" You blurt.

Clayton contained to suppress a faint smile from forming, almost amused by your bold point of view of the situation. "Yeah, a party for rich people." He confirms, nodding. "The dress code is cocktail, so wear something nice." He adds, looking at you expectantly.

You sigh, leaning back into the black, sleek leather armchair. "Yeah... that's not going to work for me. You see, I don't come from rich families like everyone else does. So, what gives you the thought that I would own a cocktail dress?"

If it weren't for needing you around the workplace, he would've fired you for that attitude and snarky remark. Instead, he just put up with it.

"Fine," He starts, placing his pen down onto the desk. "I'll have someone hire you a dress, some shoes and accessories, alright? I'll even send a limousine to come pick you up so you don't have to drive." He finishes, rolling his eyes.

It was clear that he hadn't picked up on your joke, your eyes going wide with shock. Did he really just offer that?

"Woah, Mr. Beresford, I was joking─"

"I said it's fine," He shrugs like it was nothing, turning his attention back to his monitor.

You sigh and lean back into your chair. Now he probably thought you were some ungrateful brat.

But it wouldn't be all that bad, right? He was the one that offered, after all.

a/n ─ this part is so short i'm sorry 💔 next part will be longer!

taglist: @alealuvshayden @anakinstwinklebunny @divineani @estranged-girl @fredswrite

#hayden christensen #clayton beresford #clayton beresford mini series #clayton beresford fanfiction #mini series #clayton beresford masterlist

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nightghoul381 · 2 months ago

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He Still Doesn't Know I've Become an Animal ~ Ellis Twilight: Chapter 1

This a fan translation so it is definitely not 100% accurate. I do not own anything related to Ikemen Villains. Support Cybird by buying their amazing stories!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

That day was a normal morning.

…Or it was supposed to be.

What I saw when I woke up was…

I was completely covered in black, glossy fur, with quite a long tail.

I had triangular ears on my head and whiskers on my face.

(This can’t be… why did this happen?)

No matter how many times I looked in the mirror, I could still see a small black cat in the same pose I was in.

(Ah, A black cat… why a black cat…)

I panicked and my thoughts spiraled out of control.

(Oh, speaking of black cats, yesterday--)

--Flashback—

--Yesterday I went out to town with Ellis.

Ellis: “Sorry, I had to keep you waiting for today’s date because I had some urgent work to do this morning.”

Kate: “Well, it was Jude’s call. Also, I like how hard you work at your job, Ellis.”

Ellis: “…Thank you. I love you too, Kate.”

Kate: “…Hehe and the new bakery you told me about as an apology was also really nice.”

The basket that Ellis was holding was filled with all kinds of bread, and the smell was delicious.

Ellis: “I ended up buying every kind.”

Kate: “All the breads look delicious. Which one would you like, Ellis?”

Ellis: “Let’s split everything in half. Then you can try all of them.” 9016

Kate: “Got it, hehe.”

At that moment, a black shadow quickly crossed in front of my eyes.

Kate: “!”

Ellis: “…It’s a black cat!”

A black cat stopped on the roadside, looked back once, and then quickly ran off.

Kate: “She’s cute… What a beautiful girl.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off her until I could no longer see her small form as she lightly carried herself away.

Ellis: “…Are you curious?”

Ellis looked into my face.

Kate: “Yeah, I felt like petting it. I guess it’s a stray cat… I hope it’s not hungry.”

Ellis: “You’re so kind, Kate. But for now, I’d like you to just think about me.”

(!)

His big hand wrapped around mine and our fingers intertwined, becoming a lover’s bond.

Kate: “Yeah… haha, sorry. I got distracted.”

When I squeezed our joined hands, Ellis smiled softly and gave me a firm squeeze in return.

Ellis: “I’m looking forward to the bread. It might taste even better with lots of jam.”

Ellis: “Let’s go home early.”

--End Flashback—

(…all of the bread I ate with Ellis was delicious.)

Immersed in the fun memories of yesterday, I was startled once again when I saw a black cat in the mirror in front of me.

(The black cat in front of me is me, right… what should I do?)

I was so frazzled by the turn of events that I couldn’t stand still.

(Help me…!)

I jumped on the doorknob and managed to run out of the room.

I headed straight for my beloved’s room.

Although, when I arrived in front of Ellis’ room I froze—

(…But Ellis, I wonder if you’ll notice that it’s me.)

Suddenly feeling anxious, I paced back and forth in front of the door.

(I can’t even knock… I should try calling out.)

Kate: “Meow (Ellis, are you awake?)”

(I-I can’t even talk… What should I do?)

As I was pacing around again, the door suddenly opened in front of me.

Ellis: “Woah…!”

(!)

Ellis’ foot hit me, the black cat.

Ellis: “I’m sorry! Are you okay?!”

Kate: “Mrrow Meow (No, it’s okay! It’s my fault for wandering around in front of the door.)”

I felt a little bit of pain, but I didn’t want to concern Ellis, who was looking at me worriedly, so I responded with a chirp.

Ellis: “It was you who made that cry earlier. I thought Kate was playing a prank on me, calling to me like that.”

Kate: “Meow! Meow meow… (It’s me! The black cat is me…)”

Every time I screamed loudly, pain shot through me, and I reflexively cringed.

Ellis: “You look like you’re hurting somewhere… I’m really sorry.”

Ellis: “I know, let’s have Roger check it out.”

Kate: “Mew…! (It’s okay…Ah!)”

Before I could even try to stand up, Ellis’ large hands gently scooped me up.

Ellis, holding me close to his chest as if wrapping himself around me, whispered to the black cat reassuringly.

Ellis: “…Don’t worry, Roger is a nice person.”

(Ellis… you’re so kind…but…it’s bad for my heart.)

It was a little awkward, but I couldn’t help but feel excited seeing Ellis’ face, gently holding the black cat and looking down at me.

While I was trying to calm down, Ellis walked to the basement without hesitation.

Ellis: “Thank you, Roger.”

Roger: “Well, I was just thinking that I wanted to deepen my understanding of living things other than humans and dogs.”

Kate: “Meow (Thank you, Roger.)”

Roger carefully examined my hind leg, diagnosing it as a minor bruise but wrapping a bandage around it, just in case.

Roger: “There doesn’t seem to be any internal damage. If you stay calm, the swelling will go down and you’ll be healed in no time.”

Ellis: “… I mean… I’m glad… but, I’m sorry.”

Seeing Ellis’ complex smile, as if both relieved and apologetic, my heart tightened.

Roger: “…yeah?”

Suddenly, Roger pricked his ears as if searching for something.

Roger: “…”

I was nervous because I was closer than usual to Roger, who was intently looking at the black cat.

(Can you hear my heartbeat?)

(If it’s different from a normal cat… maybe you’ll notice it’s me.)

(But it’s impossible for a human to turn into a cat… so I don’t’ think Roger would even consider it.)

Ellis: “What’s wrong, Roger?”

Roger: “…No, it’s nothing.”

Roger: “If you don’t mind, I’ll take care of this cat.”

Ellis: “Thank you, but I want to take care of her. It’s my fault she got hurt.”

Ellis: “…And I’d like Kate to meet her. When she saw a black cat yesterday, she said she wanted to pet it.”

(! He remembered that.)

I was even more excited to see Ellis thinking of me like this even when I wasn’t around.

Roger: “Even if you take care of her, don’t you have to go to work?”

Ellis: “It’s okay, she’s still a kitten, so if we do this, we can stay together.”

I was gently picked up and tucked into the chest of Ellis’ jacket.

Kate: “Mrrow? (What?)”

As a black cat with only my face sticking out from Ellis’ chest, it felt like I was a stuffed animal.

Ellis: “Now you don’t have to accidentally bump into something and get hurt.”

Roger: “Damn, it’ll be interesting to see what kind of face Jude makes.”

Kate: “…”

(Even Roger is amused… Agh, Ellis is so warm… It’s even warmer when I think about it.)

I was pressed tightly against his firm chest, and the pounding, powerful sound of his heart reverberated through my whole body, making me feel dizzy.

Even the scent of his soap was too strong for my small self, I couldn’t move and my heart was racing.

Roger: “…”

Ellis: “I’m going to go invite Kate to breakfast.”

Roger: “Oh, tell the little lady I say hello.”

Roger’s eyes were fixed on me, the black cat, with a knowing smile on his face that made me feel uneasy.

Roger: “When the cat calms down again, let me examine it.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Bitter End | Premium End | Epilogue

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sunnieray · 2 months ago

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Bait

(or)

Your biggest regret just completed a patient intake form.

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Pairing: Johnny MacTavish x f!Cybernetics Specialist!Reader, slight mention of ghoap(you'll have to hold a magnifying glass to it i fear)

Tags: non/dub con, dry humping, sci-fi au where advanced bodily augmentations are a thing, post-soap's headshot, AFAB reader, sci-fi terminology

Chapters: 1: Command | 2 | ?

You flip through the patient’s file for the third time, drawing curious stares from the 2 doctors stealing lollipops from the kiddie bowl. The yellowed, flickering lights cast a depressing hue over the main office. The murmur of the tail-end of the mid-day rush recedes from your periphery. What the hell…

“Something weird about this… John MacTavish?” Startled by the voice too close to your ear, you press the clipboard to your chest and whip around. “Woah. Jumpy. I just wanted to see what was holdin’ you up. Your 2 o’ clock is ready to see you.” You level the new receptionist, the clinic director’s nephew, with a silencing look.

Unaffected or perhaps powered by the ignorance of youth and nepotism, he continues. “Special, then? He’s got some pretty unique Addendums. I didn’t know Mensa made civilian-grade, well, anything.” His voice lightens into a whisper. “Also, he doesn’t seem very… present by the smell of him. It must’ve cost him an arm and a leg just to get the base cerebral." He looks at you with a gossipy smile. You lick your fingers and flip through the papers again.

His hair’s grown out. Dark locks frame darker lashes and light eyes. You take in his lopsided, toothy smile and recognize it as one that’s surely hurting his cheeks to fake. At least he looks healthy. Your lips twitch up before you internally reprimand yourself. Your focus returns to the conversation at hand. “Mensa took a military contract after Amend bought them out years ago. They used to specialize in cosmetic and somatic addendums. Also, please remember to keep comments on the patients’ financial situations to a minimum. If any of them hear you it could discourage them from seeking the aid they need.” You glower at the receptionist. Your flat tone kills the topic. The other doctors shift uncomfortably in their seats.

“Is Mr. MacTavish still in the waiting room?” You say it as more of a statement than a question.

“Yes.”

He grunts when you shove the clipboard into him. “There’s plenty of servicing clinics licensed to work with Amend’s subsidiaries. Which I should remind you, we are not. He can find somewhere else easily.” You brush past the stunned man who smells faintly of flowers and head to your office. Your measured steps quicken into an almost jog, lab coat whipping behind you. You burst through your office and quickly lock your door.

“What the hell. What the hell. What thee hell.” you whisper-scream. You wrack your brain for any logical reason why your (very well kept, thank you very much!) past decided to schedule a walk-in. The only words you two shared were in one-sided cognition tests. He wasn’t even conscious! He’d purposely mislabeled his mods to suit the clinic's requirements. The excuse you gave to pawn him off was flimsy at best. It was an open secret that you’d work on any Amend product for the right price. It’s what keeps the clinic’s lights on. Your frantic eyes catch on the various obsolete models of metal limbs that hang from the ceiling frame. Just do your job. A voice that’s not yours rattles through your head. As much as you hate the one who said it, they’re right. You’ve got to fit a few limbs to their owners before you can afford to take a break. The mechanical equipment needs to be maintenanced. Next, you need to call around for a decommissioned rotator so Mrs. Egwin can bend down again. Then, you’ve gotta organize a queue of people that gets longer and longer as augmentations advance. The wall monitors displaying cybernetic diagrams hum in your ears. Inhaling the lingering scent of metal polish and rubbing alcohol, your mind settles.

Fuck this job.

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You finish the day out anyways.

Your body aches as you lock down the clinic. You don’t imagine the director would care if you were to take a quick nap on your treatment table. Today involved a lot more energy than usual. Manual fixes and pre-chip models are a lethal combination. You were able to relax a bit when the receptionist told you MacTavish left without a fuss, though. It doesn’t sit well that he’s found his way to you. If your old boss is looking to fuck with your career for a third time you’ll actually kill him.

A familiar rhythmic metallic tapping hits your ears as you near your lightless office. The maintenance program you were running on the equipment must’ve hit a snag! For the second time that day, you find yourself rushing into your office, it’s door falling shut with a soft click. If you were a bit more focused, you might’ve remembered that the program finished perfectly just an hour ago. You might’ve smelt the lingering scent of a perfume you hadn’t worn in ages. You might’ve paid more heed to the nostalgic melody rumbling just low enough to make your hair stand on end. Instead, you see a pod speaker on the floor and the enshadowed form of the man you know everything and nothing about.

Your pulse spikes but you find yourself rooted in place. Instead of running, you manage to evenly say, “Mr. MacTavish.” The humming stops.

“Mrs. MacTavish.” he replies. You see his muscles shift under his black, long-sleeved shirt as he bends to cut the noise. His huge forearms rest on his thighs, the speaker cradled in his rough hands. He levels you with an expectant look.

Your lips purse together, cheeks heating at the title. “Johnny, then.” you correct yourself. His body shifts up in the chair, coming to attention.

“Doctor.” As your eyes adjust, you can make out that too-wide smile and light eyes dancing with desperation and unadulterated glee. How could you let yourself think that was fake.

“Johnny, I am… gladdened to see that you are in good health.” you think you see him shiver. You continue after a beat. “It is my hope that you’ll accept our earlier reject–”

A sharp sound of amusement cuts you off, making you jump. “You cannae talk like a person when you’re nervous. Just like I thought.” His eyes drag up your body and settle on your warm face.

You take a step back and his face goes hard. “I wouldn’t do tha’.” The pod speaker in his hands starts to feel a lot more menacing.

You raise a hand. “Calm down, Johnny. I’m just getting a seat. You took mine.” Keeping your voice soft, you point to the corner to the right of the door.

“Ah.” He visibly relaxes, an easy smile gracing the sharp angles of his face. “Looks like I cut the cameras for nothin’, then.” At that, you’re officially the second-most scared you’ve been in your life.

You pull the seat over, leaving a reasonable distance between you two. Not reasonable enough, unfortunately. When you sit, his steel-toed boot hooks around the chair leg and slowly drags you closer and closer. The squeaking of aged metal stops as your knees touch the edge of his seat. Toned thighs spread to accommodate the seat’s new spot between his legs. They're long enough to cage you and the chair between them. He moves with a grace you thought you’d never get to see. His breath is slightly unsteady as he studies your face. You lean back, partially at the intensity of his stare but mostly because the flowery scent of the perfume you used to wear is wafting off of him in heavy, saccharine waves.

You clear your throat. “Like I was saying, I’m sure the receptionist told you we specialize in discontinued civilian cybernetics. A military-grade Addendum should be handled at an Amend-partnered practice. They’ll have the proper facilities to avoid any unfortunate accidents or botched jobs. I’m not sure you need me, specifically. I’d be happy to recommend some places I trust.” You suggest, powering through even when his head falls into his hands and he begins to mutter harshly under his breath. “I’m sorry but there’s little I can do beyond that–”

“Don’ lie to me.”

“I’m not–” Your voice is strained..

“I know you are.” His face whips up to look at you and he presses his index into your sternum. “You need to take responsibility for what you did to me.” His voice wavers with exhaustion through clenched teeth. All at once you notice the bags under his eyes and stress rings in his irises. When you’ve seen someone at their worst, any improvement makes them look perfect.

“‘Did to you?’ You mean resurrect you from the dead?” you say with unrestrained derision. “If anyone owes you anything, it’s the men that signed off on the procedure. I don’t even work for them anymore. If I touch one line of code, the security system will brick the entire augmentation. You’d die for good.” Exasperation laces your tone by the end and you place a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t have the tools or the license to take responsibility for anything having to do with Amend or you. I don’t understand why you’ve come after me.” You force the anger to leave your voice.

He stands abruptly, desk chair clattering to the floor. His hand shoves the long hair covering the left side of his head back, the other tearing at the false skin there. The silicone peels back, revealing the unassuming metallic face of the most complex augmentation in the western hemisphere. And you'd be the first to know.

“Because you’re the one who put this fuckin’ thing in my head!” His booming voice silences any retort. Regret flashes over his visage and he quickly lowers his volume to a whisper. “I can’t sleep, I-I can’t think. Only thing that works is my body, but I’m too exhausted to put it to any good use. Please, I need someone that knows what the hell they’re doing. These doctors– they just play in my head. The first few ‘tweaks’ were fine. They said they were necessary and I believed them. But the more they ‘fixed’ the worse I got. I ended up going back one more time, my old CO took me and spoke to the doctors for me. After that, I was walking on clouds, until I wasn't. The pain came back worse, and the doctor was more interested in how I was feeling than how she could help me. ” He grips your shoulders and sinks to his knees. “I can feel them fucking up your good work. I’ve already gone to everyone I could, you’re the only one that can fix this.”

Your chest goes tight at the misery in his voice but satisfaction blooms with it because he’s right. You’re the only one on this planet that can put him back together. The pride that got you blacklisted is revived with a vengeance. “Ok. I’ll do it.” Your hand delicately brushes his dark strands away to get a closer look. Your thumb presses into the model number, MX - 00. You feel confident enough in your decision. Relief washes over his features and he leans in. You think he’s going for a kiss…

Until he buries his nose in the crook of your neck and takes a deep whiff.

Immediately, his weight sinks into you, tension fleeing his muscles. “What are you–” you start before you feel the familiar vibrations of your childhood lullaby. Ohhhh. Now how do I explain this…

“When you hear my voice, how exactly do you feel?” his pulse quickens as you speak.

“Right. I feel right.” he says absently. His lips brush the fluttering vein of your neck. A warmth sparks between your legs. Focus! Do your job!

“Come.” you say, quickly extricating yourself from his hold.” Let's get you on the table.”

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You adjust him so he lies flat on the treatment table. Your foot presses into a gap in the chair’s platform. A gust of cool air brushes over your feet as a metal rack rises from the temperature-controlled, hidden compartment in the floor. An assortment of sleek tools hang from the bars. It’s a mix of what you were able to sneak from Amend before your termination and a few lucky finds from shiftier channels.

“I knew you were the lying type.” He chuckles. You shift to hooking him up to the monitors.

“You’ll feel a slight sting.” you say as you fold his ear up to plug the port hidden behind it.

His body jolts, shaking the exam table as you do your best to hold him steady. A fresh layer of sweat gleams in the blue light as his skin pales. When the episode passes his chest heaves.

“You call that shit slight? The fuck happened ‘do no harm’?” he says through gritted teeth.

“I had to send the connection through your natural brain so it wouldn’t trip the firewall.”

“That sounds.. easy to fuck up.”

“It is.” You hope he misses the exhilaration in your voice. “One wrong move and your grey matter would be goo. It’s a good thing I’ve spent hundreds of days learning all about yours, specifically.”

Johnny smiles up at you with a level of fondness you struggle to categorize. It’s strange and a bit foolish in hindsight. In all the time you spent rebuilding his psyche, you didn’t consider that he’d remember you anymore than one would a dream. You try not to think about why you’re glad he did, opting to look at the flashing monitors behind you.

You watch the lines of code run down the screens, most of it’s familiar. There are some irrelevant changes sprinkled throughout. Nothing raises your alarm bells until you reach the section of code that controls the more nebulous parts of the mind. An old anger flashes up your gut. What did they do to your baby? Months of work hacked apart with juvenile precision. It looks more like a group brainstorm than the polished tapestry you left it as. Notes between the various editors, most are names you recognize but there are some you don’t, suggesting an assortment of modifications. “Keep deleting. Find the bare minimum he can function with.” The most recent reads. It’s dated three months ago. Your brows pinch.

There’s a lot wrong with this. Enough that you’re sure you’ll need a good month to clean it all up. It’ll take even longer when you add in your shifts at the clinic. As ready as you were to help, you’re not sure you can handle being around him that long. Johnny “Soap” MacTavish may be your greatest achievement but he also embodies everything negative that you’ve tried to tamp down.

“I’ll be able to get you feeling better by the end of the night. After that, I ask that you leave me be.” If they’ve followed the treatment plan you wrote up, he’s overdue for another check-in with Amend. The more delicate work will have to go unfinished. With a build as rare as his, too many changes will alert the next tampering hand of your interference.

You right your toppled seat and roll it over to your desk. “I’m sure you know the drill. Just remember to keep answering my questions as best you can.” Your fingers fly as you begin to restore your magnum opus.

“So, I have a vague idea, but I’d like to hear from you how you think you’ve managed this long.” Your mind falls into a familiar space. Hundreds of hours were spent just like this, except he was a husk and you were a promising new face in your field.

“Don’ think that's a question, pretty.” His voice carries a humor that’s cowed by his earlier pain.

“Adapt to the implication, Johnny. I worked very hard to make sure you could.” You click your tongue as you come across a particularly egregious function.

“It helps.. when I use the gifts you left me.” At least he can still follow instructions.

“You mean the lullaby and the perfume.” you see him nod the corner of your eye. “Words, Johnny.”

He sucks in a harsh breath. “Yeah. At first I only knew that I liked the smell of one of the nurses.” Your typing slows but regains its speed soon after.

“Is that right...” you’d beaten yourself up for losing the last of your custom scent. It was disgustingly time consuming to make. Seems it wasn’t lost at all.

“She was helping me with physical therapy. Real nice ass, that one.” You hear the teasing smile in his voice. “I spent the night at her’s after I was discharged and snagged the bottle. When I met up with her again it just wasn’t the same.”

“From there,

“That must’ve taken a while.”

“Wasn’t doing it alone. A friend helped me.” You don’t miss the slight hesitation before he says friend. Deep brown eyes and a hulking form flash in your mind. You can barely imagine that behemoth holding an egg, let alone mixing scent notes. You smile inwardly.

“What about the lullaby?”

“When I woke up, I already knew it. Felt more like myself when I hummed it.” You hear him shift and the heat of his gaze warms the back of your head. “When you do it, though, I feel human again.” Your typing falters as a tingle of shame squirms in your gut.

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By the time you’ve finished, the evening has bled well into the night. You pivoted to less personal questions after the intensity grew too much to bear. Hours of innocuous queries didn’t stop Johnny from bringing the focus right back to your effect on him.

“I’m going to run it with my edits now. Ready for another sting?” you rasp, already losing your voice, eyes glued to the monitor. Your palms have gone clammy and your posture has caved in a way that warrants scolding.

“Whatever happened to ‘do no harm’?” he grumbles before giving you the go-ahead. You initiate the altered program. You’ll have to get him a lollypop. Sitting for hours in stasis is one thing, being fully conscious is another.

Johnny?” You turn to see his body tensing off the table as it works to accommodate your modifications. The initial jailbreak should’ve been the worst of it but it seems that few things are going to plan today.

You’re at his side in a flash moving around the platform to see both him and the program’s progress. Veins bulge from his neck and forehead as he releases a strangled exhale. His hand shoots up to rip out the cord connecting him to the equipment and it takes both of your’s latching to his wrist to stop it.

“If you need something to hold onto, use me! But don’t you dare touch that cord!” At that, his other hand wraps around your back with such force that it sends you both to the tiled floor. You do your best to angle the fall and manage to keep him connected at your hip’s expense. You let out a moan of pain as it bears the brunt of both your impacts.

As Johnny’s body writhes in your arms, you somehow manage to adjust so that he’s cradled to you. Your left arm wraps supportively around his upper back as your bent legs act as a cushion for his lower torso. Your right hand is clamped in his and you swear you feel your bones creak. His left fists the back of your coat, ripping a seam.

Your gaze flicks back to the monitors. Interrupting the run now would cause him more harm. You grimace as you watch the completion meter slowly tick up in percentage. Johnny’s huffs and groans of pain overlay the mechanical hum of the room.

Without thinking, you angle his head into the crook of your neck and begin to sing the full lullaby. Just as you knew it would, his body sags into yours once more, shaking with the remnants of it’s earlier pain. The grip on your hand loosens but doesn’t pull away completely. You shiver as his other palm slides up the line of your spine and rests on the back of your neck, index pressing into the vein.

His eyes remain closed and his breathing is haggard by the time the program completes. His pained expression slowly dissolves as you finish out the song.

“It would seem I’m out of practice.” Your throat aches with overuse. The man snorts at that and then coughs. “If it weren’t for your reaction to the lullaby, the update couldn’t have pushed through without ample damage.”

His eyes peek open. They struggle to regain focus as they land on you.

“You were made to save me.” His quiet words settle on your skin and they feel wrong. He looks at you, again, in that way that makes you nervous of his expectations.

“No, Johnny, I Pavlov-ed you.” you say flatly, hoping to shake off the feeling. “That tune was one I hummed while I worked on you. I had to sit by your bedside for weeks on end, singing it helped me keep my own company. Your body associates your rise to consciousness with not me, but the consistent elements you could smell and hear. Like that nurse–”

“Don’ care. If I'm a dog, least I’ve got a master that knows what she’s doin.”

A cheeky grin stretches across his face, boyish red starting to beat away the pallor of his cheeks. You groan, the exhale tinged with a mix of relief at his recovery and exasperation at his stubbornness. "I already have a dog, and she doesn’t need a playmate.” You draw back but don’t make it very far.

The hand he’d placed at your nape turns to hot iron as it holds you in place, thick index burning into your rising pulse. His playful eyes darken with heady intensity. A look so striking it sends a violent flinch wracking through your body, settling in your core. Even if you could perfect his mind in one night, he wouldn’t leave you be. He’d keep coming back until you forgot what it was like to be without him. “Then make me your man. I can take care of ya. You’d never want for anything.” his voice goes lower and lower until it settles at a panting rumble “I’d make you so happy.”

Your arms wobble, unsettled by the sudden change in him. “Johnny, you’ve done very well, today. Why don’t you–” He uses your lapse to slam your lips together, your teeth clack painfully against his mouth. His grip on your nape turns bruising as he switches your positions, flipping you both around until his arms could lock your body to his. One secures your arms to your sides while the other slinks around your head to press a rough finger into your mouth, pushing it open. You clamp down hoping to break more than skin, your teeth meet the unforgiving sting of metal instead. They grind painfully and uselessly against his synthetic thumb. He coos into your lips when you let out a pathetic whimper, forcing it deeper until saliva pools and spills from the side of your mouth. He chuckles running tongue along your clips, catching any spit, before unceremoniously shoving it back down your throat. Your thighs squeeze together as your tongues marry, wet and embarrassingly loud. Flashes of hot and cold surge though your core and make you squirm. Your vision blurs as he sucks and nips at your swollen lips.

Above you, Soap grunts and shifts his hips. You find yourself moaning absently at the feel of his hard length through both your jeans’. You’re nearly consumed by him. The feel of his tongue fucking your mouth removes all your needs save for the most carnal. Then adjusts himself so he’s slotted between the curves of your ass. That first hard grind against you tears a highpitched mewl from you that mingles with the string of needy, wanton pleas falling from his mouth. His hips start to rut into your backside, the force of them knocks you out of your kiss fueled stupor. Your hips shoot off his lap, running from the sudden, direct assault on your overly sensitive clit. A long whine morphs into a frustrated growl as he chases the exquisite heat of your clothed cunt. All the air runs from your lungs as he shifts his full weight onto your back, trapping your ass between his pelvis and the hard floor. He finally breaks the kiss, removing his fingers from your mouth. Not that it matters. You can’t formulate a sentence let alone a word. The pressure on your body lightens as he braces on his knees. His hands travel up your sides possessively, tracing the backs of your arms, then your hands, and finally lacing their fingers with yours.

“Don’ run, pretty. Don’ run from me.” He says in a whimpering tone, it’s the only warning you get before he resumes rolling his hips into you. His cock catches at a point that makes you gasp, causing him to focus his efforts as his hips pick up their frenzied pace. His sweat-slicked forehead nuzzles into the crook of your neck, stubbleed chin dragging over your skin. You feel the heat of his panting breath hit your ear. The force of each thrust pushes you into the ground and leaves you aching for more. More friction. More of him. You let out a frustrated and defeated noise. You barely recognize your own voice. Fuck it. You find yourself pushing into him before you can think better of it. The sensation of relief floods your body as you move in tandem with him. The groans that spill from his lips are threaded with pure joy and exhilaration at the small victory. Your slick has surely coated the outside of your jeans. The pressure in your gut builds as breathlessness overtakes you. Tears well in your eyes, pleasure reaching a fever pitch. They squeeze shut as bliss washes over you in waves. Your stock-still body carried through the feeling by Johnny’s uncompromising pace. When the pleasure turns to overstimulation you whimper and hazard a hazy glance at Johnny. At some point, he must’ve moved back to watch you lose your mind and any semblance of restraint along with it. Lust-darkened eyes immediately burn onto yours. And the fucker cums with your name on his lips.

As you come down from your high, a cool wave spears through your veins. All the feelings that lust fogged sink into your bones with grim reality. The sting of bruises forming on your arms, hips, hands, and the base of your neck. The uncomfortable chafe of wet denim against the soft skin of your inner thighs. And most pressingly, embarrassingly, humiliatingly, the unerring pulse of dissatisfaction. A craving for everything he had coupled with the understanding that he’d give you exactly that.

Without question.

He smiles and runs his tongue across his teeth.

“Johnny,” You say, voice hoarse but steady. His eyes flutter at the sound of his name. “You’ve done very well, today.”

He blinks. “Ah well,” His hands release yours and move to your waistband. “I do try my best.”

Your hands clench into fists. “Take a rest.” You say through your teeth, anger spiking. His eyes sag with exhaustion.

“...what’s…goin’...?” is all he manages before his body tips to the side and hits the floor, fast asleep. At least he had the decency not to land on you. You push up to a seated position and crawl over to the treatment table, leaning into it. The cool feeling of the metal on your forehead helps settle your thoughts. After a few steadying breaths you look over at the crumpled form of John MacTavish, resisting the urge to kick him in the ribs for sleeping so soundly.

The clinic will open again in a few hours and the warm embrace of sleep won’t find you until you can deal with him. It was a hunch, but it looks like he still follows your commands like he did when he was in stasis. You run a hand down your face and wince at the blooming bruise on your cheekbone. The director’ll be mad at you for calling out on such short notice but you’ll have to risk it. As you close your eyes and try to decipher your next move, a familiar thought crosses your mind.

Fuck this job.

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tessenpai · 3 months ago

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Kono Oto Tomare! Chapter 143 Scans and Rough TL

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Page 1 Chapter Title: Blue determination Tsukaji: … Judges Panel Page:

Koto Performer: Agata Kouzo

Hokkaido Music University: Kurokawa Yoshie

Composer: Tatsumi Yukito

Shakuhachi Performer: Nanba Yoshihisa(?)

Music Critic: Iwagaki Keiko(?)

Komaki: Tsukaji-san~!

Komaki: The social gathering is about to start—

Tsukaji: That so.

Tsurugi: Is something wrong? You were staring at that program with such a serious face.

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Tsukaji: Ahh, no. I was just thinking how tough must judging be…

Tsurugi: Ahh— That’s true.

Komaki: The judges are totally at odds with each other, right?

Tsukaji: Well, there’s also that but… I think the main problem is how high the level of the performances were this time.

Tsukaji: If there was a clear difference between the performance’s skill levels, even if the judges were to have clashing opinions, it wouldn’t lead to conflict… but this time..

Tsukaji: Truly… This turned out to a be quite a problem…

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Judge Nanba(?): If there had been a clear difference in the scores, it would’ve been fairly easy to move the discussion along.

Judge Kurokawa: This is surprising. Well, it is understandable, though.

Judge Iwagaki(?): Yeah… But to think—

Judge Iwagaki(?): We have 3-way tie for the highest score…

Judge Tatsumi: …

Judge Agata: There’s nothing we can do about that.

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Judge Agata: When it comes to these three schools, there was nothing we could deduct points from.

Judge Agata: Fundamentals, expressiveness, artistry, difficulty, harmony… All of it was outstanding.

Judge Agata: From this point on, it’s about how we assign extra points.

Judge Agata: This will be a difficult evaluation.

Judge Agata: …Let’s thoroughly discuss this.

Judge Agata: Those performances deserve us to face them with our full dedication.

Judge Tatsumi: -----….

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Judge Tatsumi: That’s right…

Program:

Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology Award – 1st Place

Agency of Cultural Affairs Awars – 2nd to 4th Place.

Excellence Award: 5th to 8th Place

Cultural Federation Award – All participating schools

[1st to 4th Place qualify for the Outstanding Tokyo Public Performance.]

Chika: Ministr… Minister’s Award…?

Sane: It says “Ministry” right? Ministry’s award.

Kota: What an impressive name~ What kind of award is that?

Takezou: That’s the award the winner of the National Cultural Festival Competition receives.

3-baka: …What-?

Kota: Woah, that’s so cool—!

Natsu: Why don’t you know the name of the award you’ve been aiming for all this time…?

3-baka: !!

Sane: Shup up! No matter the name, 1st place it’s 1st place.

Chika: Did you know about this, Momoya!

Natsu: Yes.

Mittsu: Eh?

Chika: ----~ A- Anyway, “Ministry of Education, Culture, Sports, Science and Technology Award”!

Chika: If they call us after saying this, that means we won 1st place!!

Takezou: ---Yeah.

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Program: 1st to 4th Place qualify for the Outstanding Tokyo Public Performance.

Chika: Hey, what’s this written here---?

Takezou: !

MC 1: Hello, everyone!

MC 2: We’re now going to begin the social gathering!

Chika: Oooh.

MC 1: The schools gave us such wonderful performances!

MC 1: Even while we were helping with the event, we found ourselves completely drawn in!

MC 2: Yeah, we did.

MC 1: Should we take a little break here then

MC 2: Sounds good!

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MC 1: We thought we'd take this opportunity to introduce Hokkaido to you.

MC 2: By doing a Hokkaido Quiz!

Mittsu: Oooh, so this is a social gathering.

Sane: I thought it was about “socializing” with the other schools

Kota: I like quizzes—

MC: Then, 1st question

MC: What do people in Hokkaido mean when they say “Zangi”*—?

MC: Clap if you think it’s #3!

Kota: It’s definitely 3!

Page 8

*No text*

Page 9

Judge Tatsumi: -------…

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Judge Agata: With this, we are in agreement with this final decision.

Judge Agata: …I’ve been a judge for many different competitions, but… I didn’t expect something like this to happen.

Judge Agata: Today I also learned a lot.

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Judge Agata: Let us go, then.

MC 1: That concludes this social gathering!

MC 1: Did you have a good time?

MC 2: Next year’s event will be in Kyoto!

MC 2: Let’s meet again there next year!

Chika [thoughts]: Next year…

Page 12

*No text*

Page 13

MC: We will be taking a 10 minute break now. After that we will begin with the closing ceremony—

Mittsu: Uoooh here it is… The closing ceremony… Which means…

Sane: Results announcement…

Kota: Woah, amazing. My hands are getting cold again—

Hiro: Oh man. My heart is pounding. My hands are shaking—

Takezou: …Wanna hold hands?

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Hiro: Ah… Eh…!?

Takezou: Ah, um… You often see people holding hands when waiting for an announcement…

Takezou: If you don’t want to

Takezou: Then…

3-baka: grab

Natsu: Woah, are you serious?

Atsumu: grabs

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Kota: Momoyan’s hand transmits so much calm—

Natsu: What does that even mean?

Natsu: Wait, let go of m…

Natsu: Huh? How are you so strong…?

Chika & Satowa: ………………….

Chika: Hm.

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Akira: Fufu Ahh, youth.

Suzuka: Ha ha ha.

Akira: ……

Akira: Could it be that you are also nervous, Takinami-sensei?

Suzuka: Eh?

Akira. After the preliminaries, you said you’d been covered in cold sweat.

Suzuka: Ah—…

Suzuka: For now, I want to have a full night of sleep tonight.

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MC: Thank you all very much for waiting.

MC: We will now begin the closing ceremony of the National High School Cultural Festival, Japanese Music Division.

MC: First, the Judge Agata Kouzou-sensei will address the overall assessment of the competition.

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Judge Agata: Yes. I want to thank you all for participating in this competition over the last two days.

Judge Agata: Before I announce the winners, please allow me to say one thing.

Judge Agata: I truly thank you for allowing us to hear such wonderful performances.

Judge Agata: Both technically and musically, this year’s level was incredibly high.

Judge Agata: Us judges unanimously agreed on that.

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Judge Agata: “To these marvelous sounds”

Judge Agata: “I do not want to do something as meaningless as giving out points”

Judge Agata: “I do not want to rank them”

Judge Agata: I’m truly thankful that you made us feel that way.

Judge Agata: And so, “What is music?”

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Judge Agata: To this question with no clear right answer…

Judge Agata: Even us judges had differing thoughts about this question

Judge Agata: We got to hear so many colorful and vibrant answers.

Judge Agata: Since this is a competition, we had to assign rankings…

Judge Agata: But we judges want to express our heartfelt respect for every performance.

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Judge: Without further ado, I’ll begin with the awards announcement.

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Judge: Beginning with the Excellence Awards, I will announce the 5th to 8th ranked schools.

Akari [thoughts]: 5th to 8th…

Akari [thoughts]: My bridge fell, so it might be out of the question.

Judge Agata: In 8th place.

Judge Agata: Tokushima Prefecture, Tokushima City, Minamikawa High School.

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Judge Agata: In 7th place, Shizuoka Prefecture, Fukumori High School

Fukumori students: No way, seriously!?

Fukumori students: We did it!!

Fukumori students: Amazing, amazing!!

Judge Agata: In 6th place

Judge Agata: Ibaraki prefecture, Ibaraki Prefectural, Eidai Affiliated High School

Akari: ...Eh?

Akari [thoughts]: 6th place!?

Akari: Senpa...

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Judge Iwagaki(?): But my, Eidai was impressive.

Judge Iwagaki(?): Even with so few members, their presence rivaled that of the other schools.

Judge Iwagaki(?): There was a mistake when the pillar fell, but how they recovered from that point on... I personally rated that highly.

Judge Nanba(?): I feel the same way. With just three people, it wouldn't have been strange if the performance had collapsed from there.

Judge Nanba(?): The other two supported him firmly, and the kid who had the mistake handled the situation very calmly.

Judge Tatsumi: It was made evident they've build a relationship of complete trust through endless practice.

Judge Tatsumi: Their recovery was impressive, and the performance after that was so strong and vibrant. It was delightful.

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Judge Agata: The brilliance of that performance, went above the mistakes.

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Akari's friends: Akari!! That's amazing!!

Akari's friends: You're 6th!! 6th in the nation!! That's incredible!!!

Akari: Ye... Yeah...

Judge Agata: In 5th place, Saitama Prefecture----

Akari [thoughts]: But

Akari [thoughts]: If I handn't made a mistake, then we would've ranked highe--

Sen-chan: Akari!

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Haru & Sen-chan: We did it!!

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Sen-chan: Oh, come on, are you crying of happiness~~!? You're such a crybaby!

Akari[thoughts]: The expression I saw for one moment in the faces of Miya-senpai and Haru-senpai

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Akari [thoughts]: Was frustration.

Akari [thoughts]: The quickly hid that frustration so I wouldn't see it.

Sen-chan [memory]: Be proud!!

Akari: I... I will practice even more from now on...

Akari [thoughts]: I don't want then to hide it from me anymore

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Akari [thoughts]: Their frustration, their happiness.

Akari: I will become a lot... A lot better.

Akari [thoughts]: I want to share it with them

Akari [thoughts]: Next time

Akari [thoughts]: For sure

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Akari [thoughts]: I will stand firmly by their side.

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Mittsu [thoughts]: Eidai, even with that performance, ended up 6th...

Sane [thoughts]: Are you for real?

Judge Agata: Next, I'll announce the winners of the Agency of Cultural Affairs Award.

Judge Agata: That corresponds to the 2nd to 4th ranked schools.

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Side text: Nerves are running....!!

Judge Agata: In 4th place.

---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue in the next issue!---

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angelthefandomobsessed · 5 months ago

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Between Teeth, Between Claws, Between Them - Chapter 2 - Leona Kingscholar x Reader x Ruggie Bucchie

This is a continuation of the first part, which can be found here. I'm thankful for all of the support that BTBCBT (what a terrible, wonderful acronym) has received - I'm glad people enjoyed it!

This one still carries the slightly suggestive energy of the last one, but it's a little bit less strong. I hope you enjoy!

(Link to AO3: Between Teeth, Between Claws, Between Them - Angel_Ashido - Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own])

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Spelldrive was a weird game. It seemed simple enough, but you could never quite grasp all of the rules. Luckily, the photographer didn’t need to know the ins and outs - they just needed to capture the best action shots.

And with a model like Leona, every shot was one hell of an action shot. He was toned, and though his magic was doing most of the work, his muscles flexed with every spell he slung.

It was difficult to focus on anybody else. The prince stole the show with his perfect balance of strategic play and raw power.

You tried to take snaps of the others, but when you tore the lens away from Leona, you always seemed to find Ruggie. Ruggie, who was quick and underhanded, always aiming at the opponents who didn’t expect to come under fire. His acrobatics made for some pretty dynamic pictures.

During their break, Ruggie and Epel ran over to you.

“Getting my good side?” Ruggie asked, water dripping from the sides of his grin. He was clutching a water bottle like his life depended on it, his breath coming to him quick and uneven.

You flicked through the photographs on the digital camera, trying to hide the fact that most of them featured Leona. Finally finding the perfect shot of Ruggie, you presented it to him. “You tell me.”

Ruggie leaned forward, scrutinising himself. “Ooh, nice. Definitely my good side.”

“Woah, that looks really cool!” Epel chimed. Despite his petite frame, he didn’t seem tired in the slightest. “What about mine? I bet I look super manly!”

A picture of Epel… There had to be at least one, right?

You pulled the camera back and set about your search.

“Hm…” Not much luck. “Sorry, I haven’t got much of you, Epel. I’ll make sure to get the perfect picture in the next half,” you promised.

“Ah, that would be appreciated, but no pressure or anything,” Epel reassured you. “I told my ma and pa about the magazine thing, and they seem pretty excited about it. It would be awesome if I could make it in!”

Once Epel had wandered back to the field, Ruggie raised his eyebrows. “Poor little frosh… I’m flattered that a lowly hyena such as myself got to share the spotlight with the Prince of Spelldrive, though. Dashing good looks, bold plays, thirty-per-cent biceps by volume… I can’t blame you for neglecting everyone else.”

“Sounds like you need to keep your eye on the disc, Ruggie,” you pointed out.

“I’m good at multitasking. I’ve been stealing looks at you this whole time, too.”

“Really?”

“Do you doubt me?” Ruggie let out a small laugh. “I’ve always got one eye on you.”

With that, Ruggie left.

Before the game started back up, you flipped through the images once again, this time paying closer attention to them. True enough, Ruggie was in the background of several of them, staring right at you.

“You ruined the shot…” you mumbled to yourself.

“Who did?”

You yelped, eyes snapping up to see Leona, leaning over the railing in front of you.

Startled, you flew into a state of pure, confused instinct and yelled: “Hello!”

Mortifying.

If only the elusive Malleus was playing, so that he could strike you down with lightning.

Leona seemed equal parts amused and perplexed by that. “Hello, yourself. What were you muttering?”

“Oh, just that…” Your heart was pounding. It was as if you were being chased, yet you were sitting completely still. “In some of the pictures, Ruggie was looking directly at the camera, so… They aren’t very good.”

Leona humphed. “Amateur mistake.”

“It’s fine, though, because there are a lot of good pictures too. So… It’s no big deal, or anything.”

You were talking far quicker than usual. Why were you acting so… Idia-ish? Leona seemed to notice the change in your disposition, as he turned a more analytical gaze upon you.

“Do you need a break?” he asked, sounding… considerate, almost.

“No, I’m fine. Just a little startled by you suddenly appearing. That’s all.”

“Alright.”

Leona walked off, as if that was the end of the interaction. You had just begun to calm your racing pulse when he strolled back into eyeshot.

“Here,” was all he said as he handed you a water bottle. It was ice-cold and covered in condensation, yet the way his hand bumped into yours sent warmth fluttering through your entire body.

“Thanks,” you managed to choke out.

Leona smirked. “No problem. I like to take care of what’s mine.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. How could you possibly know what to say to that? Back in the cafeteria, you had mustered up so much confidence, but now the sheer audacity of your actions was coming back to haunt you.

The cafeteria felt like a dream. This, beneath the soon-to-be-setting sun, felt far too real.

“Unless,” he continued, “You don’t want that.”

Leona dripped confidence in that moment, but you didn’t miss the way his tail curled, to the left, and then to the right.

“I do,” you reassured him. “I like you. And I like Ruggie. A… A lot. I just don’t know where the line is.”

Leona’s tail slackened, and all felt right in the world. “That can be discussed. Don’t let it distract you from taking a half-decent set of pictures, little mouse.”

“It won’t. I’ll consider it motivation, I suppose.”

“That’s what I like to hear. Now… That sorry lot has been lazing around for long enough.” Leona turned to the rest of his team. “Alright, places, people. Make sure to give it your all - practice your curtsies and look good for the camera, boys.”

With a general roar of enthusiasm, the match continued.

You managed to get at least one suitably ‘cool’ shot of Epel, as well as a few of the other members. When the game finally came to its end, the team wandered off to the locker rooms. Everyone except for Leona and Ruggie, who made a beeline for you like you were an oasis in a desert.

“Did you get what you came here for?” Leona asked, leaning on the railing once more.

Ruggie, on the other hand, vaulted the thing and sat right beside you. He threw an arm around your shoulder, which was, admittedly, unpleasant, as he his entire being was dewy with perspiration.

“I bet you fell head over heels for me and my moves, right?”

“The only thing that was head over heels was you, when you were hanging upside down,” you retorted.

“Pretty impressive, right?” Ruggie pressed, bringing his face close to yours.

You smiled at that. “Very impressive.”

“Don’t stroke his ego too much,” Leona said.

“Well, somebody has to, it’s not like you’re dishing out the compliments…” Ruggie mumbled, loud enough for both you and Leona to hear.

“Oh, I get it,” you said, reaching an epiphany. “You have a thing for praise.”

“H-Hey, you don’t hafta be so blunt about it…” Ruggie bristled, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“Gross, you’re all sweaty!”

“Good! Suffer!” Ruggie whined, the sound muffled against you.

Leona’s eyes danced with mirth. “This is a truly pathetic sight, Ruggie.”

“Leonaaaaaa…”

Another epiphany struck you. “Ruggie, do you also have a thing for humiliation?”

“You two are the worst.”

“I think it’s easier to put it as a thing for attention. Attention of any kind,” Leona added.

“So… If I were to call you a pitiful, adorable mess..?”

Ruggie said nothing. He let the wagging of his tail do the talking.

“Got it… I’ll keep that in mind,” you said. “But seriously, get off of me, you reek.”

The hyena backed off, face covered in pink. “You’ll pay for all of that,” he grumbled.

“Looking forward to it.”

“You seem to be back to your usual self,” Leona observed in his usual drawl. “Good. It suits you more than being uncertain.”

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now.” You reached out to put a hand on each boy, one on Leona’s hand, and the other on Ruggie’s head. “I would feel a lot better if you two would go and shower, though.”

“Hm… I guess if my kitten is asking…” Ruggie stretched before springing up from his seat. “Alright, I’ll go. C’mon, Leona, before you fall asleep on the field.”

“Don’t boss me around, Ruggie.” In spite of that, he took a step back, signalling that he was going to go. His green eyes fell to you, holding the last of the sun’s warmth. “See you tomorrow, herbivore?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you both tomorrow. I can pick out the best pictures and run them by you.”

Leona’s teeth flashed as he let out a single, low chuckle. “Looking forward to it.”

All three of you knew that Leona didn’t care in the slightest about the pictures.

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kpop---scenarios · 5 months ago

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Red Lights (2)

Pairing: Chan x Reader

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You stood in front of the mirror looking over your outfit and makeup choices for your date with Chan. Part of you was regretting agreeing to the date, you weren't ready to be with anyone after Derek, but Chan had been sweet in the grocery store and honestly something had drawn you to him. You touched up your blush, your hands still shaking from the recurring nightmares you were having about Derek, at least you thought it was Derek. You had never seen his face in the dreams but you were sure that it was him . He hadn't contacted you, not that he would be able to. You changed your number, blocked him and moved to a new apartment but honestly, with some people, it doesn't matter what you do, they'll still find you. And you were worried he was one of those people.

A sharp, loud knock at the door startled you out of your thoughts. You set down your makeup on the table beside your mirror, smoothing out your dress and fixing your hair as you make your way towards the door. Anxiety riddles your body as your hand hovers over the door knob. Your breath - you can't catch it. Your chest feels like it's tightening. Why were you feeling like this before this date? He was nice and he was normal. Derek really fucked you up.

“It's Chan. It's just Chan.” You whisper to yourself, gripping the knob as hard as you can, turning it slowly. You pull the door open, and your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach. There stands a blonde haired, blue eyed man. Not the brown hair, brown eyes man you had been expecting.

“You've been a hard girl to track down, y/n.” Derek partially chuckles.

“W-what are you doing here?” You mutter. Your stomach twists and turns as Derek cocks his head to the side, smirking while his eyes dart up and down your body.

“I've come to bring my girlfriend back home.” He sighs. “Hasn't this gone on long enough, y/n? I let you have your little tantrum but enough is enough now.” Derek sighs.

“This isn't a tantrum, Derek. It's over. We're over.” You remind him.

“No, we're not.” He says, reaching out for you. You pull your arm back before he's able to latch onto you.

Before you can say anything, Chan stands behind Derek, who is unaware of Chan's presence. “You need to go. We broke up. It's done.” You say.

“Stop being a little bitch, y/n.” Derek snaps.

“Woah, woah.” Chan chuckles. He places his hand on Derek's shoulder, pulling him back, hard enough that Derek slightly loses his balance.

“Who are you?” Derek asks, swatting Chan's hands away.

“I'm her date. And if you don't leave her alone, we're going to have a problem.” Chan says in the most calming, and smooth tone but with a terrifying undertone.

“She has a boyfriend, did she tell you that?” Derek asks, smoothing out his shirt.

“From what I heard she has an ex boyfriend who won't leave her alone.” Chan says, shrugging his shoulders.

“You don't know what you're talking about.” Derek huffs, turning away from Chan, looking back at you. “Grab a few things. I'm taking you home.” Derek says to you, the tone of his voice turned annoyed now. You can see the patience has completely left his body and usually when that happened, it was never good.

“I'm home. And if you don't leave I'm going to be calling the police.” You say, trying to be loud and confident. You wanted to show him that you weren't going to take his shit anymore. And to be completely honest, the fact that Chan was there and glaring daggers into Derek made you feel quite a lot better.

“This isn't over.” Derek murmurs, turning to walk away from you.

“Hmmm, I think it is.” Chan says, loudly. Surprisingly Derek doesn't respond, only murmuring to himself as he stomps down the hallway like a child who didn't get his way.

You exhale, repeatedly as your anxiety finally winds down. You can feel the tearing brimming in your eyes and you desperately didn't want to ruin the night with this.

“Do you wanna cancel?” Chan asks, giving you sympathetic eyes.

“No, no.” You smile at him. “But thank you for offering. And for helping.” You say, stepping out of your apartment. As you and Chan walked away, you couldn't remember if you had locked the door or not. But you were sure you locked it. Right? Of course you did.

… right?

“So.” Chan smiles, sitting across from you, holding the menu. “Derek seems… lovely.” He chuckles.

“He was, when we first started dating.” You say. “But after time things started to change. Well, he started to change. He was always angry, everything I did pissed him off. I could never win. And then…” you trailed off. You really didn't want to fully get into it, especially with a man who was practically a stranger to you, and one when you were on a first date.

“Anyways, it wasn't good. But he just won't accept the fact that I won't put up with it anymore.” You say, shrugging your shoulders.

“Well good for you.” Chan says. “No one deserves that.”

“Thank you. So, what do you do for work?” You ask, changing the subject. And for the rest of the night, the conversation between the two of you flowed perfectly. You talked about your childhoods, schools, colleges, your families, your lives, hopes and dreams. It wasn't until the waiter stood beside your table, clearing his throat that you realized it was a little past closing time and the two of you were the only ones left.

“I'm sorry to break this up, but I have to ask the two of you to leave now. We closed 30 minutes ago.” He says.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry.” You say, rushing to grab your things. Chan pays the bill as you wait by the door, feeling all the things in your stomach that you feel when you really like someone. You did. You really liked Chan but you were still scared because of how Derek had treated you. It was hard to know who you could actually trust in life. You had felt like you could trust Derek but clearly you weren't the best judge of character.

“Here.” Chan smiles, offering you his arm. “I'll take you home.” You wrap your arm around Chan's following him as he leads you out of the restaurant to his car.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.” You say, sitting in the passenger seat of the car as Chan drives, one hand on the steering wheel, the other one lays on your thigh and that makes you feel some sort of way.

“Can I walk you up?” Chan asks.

“That's okay.” You smile. You wanted him too, you wanted to invite him in for a coffee that you knew wouldn't end up being coffee and you'd do things with him that you wanted to do but weren't quite ready for.

“Can I atleast see you again?” He asks, shyly, looking down.

“I would love that.” You respond, the butterflies fluttering harder inside your stomach. “Call me.” You finish, getting out of his car. You clutch your purse, walking fast into your building. You're smiling from ear to ear as you walk into the building. It stays as you ride the elevator up to your floor, as you walk down the hallway to your apartment. You stick your key in to unlock the door, but it's already unlocked.

Your stomach drops.

You swore you locked the door before you left with Chan.

You turn the knob, pushing the door open. The lights are all off but you don't hear anything. You don't see anything. You walk in, closing the door, flicking the light switch to the kitchen. It's empty. You sigh in relief, setting down your purse, taking off your jacket. You run your hand through your hair as you take off your shoes, puttering through the kitchen. You walk past the living room, taking a quick glance and continue on, until you realize something wasn't right.

You back up, turning on the light to the living room, seeing Derek sitting on the couch, his arms crossed, and a pissed off look on his face.

“Did you break in?” You ask.

“You didn't lock the door, love.” He murmurs. “I can't believe you went on a date.”

“Why can't you believe that?” You sigh, trying to think of where you left your phone. “We're not together anymore, Derek.”

“Yes we are. And you're not the one who's allowed to decide that. I'll tell you when we're done. Not the other way around.” He snaps. Your heart is pounding, you feel like you're going to throw up.

“Derek, please. Please just let me go. Move on. You'll find someone else.” You say, trying to smile. You just needed to get him out of your apartment.

“Someone else?” Derek scoffs. “I don't want someone else, y/n. What about that are you not understanding? You. Are. Mine. And that's it. I'm not leaving until you agree that you'll move back in with me.”

“Derek, it was toxic. We were not good together. I can't go through that with you again. You need to leave. Now.” You urge, motioning towards the door. Derek laughs, getting up off the couch, walking towards you. You back up, trying to make it to your purse where your phone was.

“Not until you agree.” He sighs. He's getting mad again. You can tell. You had learned what his mood was like through his breaths and his body language.

“No. I'm not going to agree. I'm happy now. I've moved on.” You say, bumping into the counter. You can see your purse laying on the table. You know your head down, walking towards the table. You grab your purse, grab your phone and try to unlock it fast.

“What are you doing with your phone?” Derek asks, reaching out for it. You moved away, not letting him get your phone.

“Something is wrong with you. You need to leave.” You yell. “Leave. Or I'm calling the police.” You say, showing him that you'd already dialed the number and you just needed to press call.

“You wouldn't call the police on me. You're not that fucking stupid.” Derek yells. “Don't be dumb, because it'll just make things that much worse for you.”

“You think threatening me is a good way to get what you want?” You yell back. “That might have worked when we were together, but we’re not anymore. You don't get to do whatever you want with me.”

“Says you. I say something else. I won't leave you alone until you agree to be with me again.”

You shake your head, pressing the call button, putting the phone up to your ear. You were proud of yourself for standing up to him. But you'd made a mistake. You turned around as it rang once, and that's when Derek took the opportunity to snatch it from your hand, slamming it down on the floor, shattering it.

“Derek! What the fuck?” You yell. You were exhausted, drained and so over this situation. “Fine. Fine. You win.” You sigh. “I'm not moving back in with you yet but we'll get back together.”

The smile on Derek’s face wasn't happiness, but more of accomplishment. He was happy at the fact he thought he wore you down enough, threatened you enough that you finally gave into him.

“There. See? That wasn't so hard was it?” He laughs. “We can talk more details tomorrow, baby. I know you're tired. Get some sleep.” He says. He leans in, giving you a kiss on the cheek before brushing his lips against your ear. “I promise I'll be back.” He says, turning around, and walking out the door without another word.

You let out a deep sigh, locking the door behind him, deadbolt and chain. You didn't have any energy left for tonight. So instead of showering, you brushed your teeth and got changed into your pajamas, and crawled into your bed. You hoped for a peaceful, dreamless sleep. But that never happens.

You dreamt of being stalked again, the man chasing you down the street, rain pouring down onto you as you screamed for help but there was no one around. You pounded on doors, tried to open windows, trying to find anywhere safe but like usual, everything was closed and locked, and you were all alone trying to escape.

“Found you.” You hear that familiar voice, just as you bolt up in bed, rain pouring down outside your bedroom window. Thunder crackling in the sky, the only lights coming from the lightning flashing outside your window. You rub your eyes, trying to turn on a light.

“Fuck.” You whine.

The power was out. You rub your eyes again. You blink a few times, looking down the hallway as lightning flashes once again, you see a shadow figure of a man standing there.

“Leave me alone, Derek!” You cry.

“Shhh, it's okay.” The man says, walking towards you. You rub your eyes again, this feels like a dream. You see Chan walking towards you, kneeling beside your bed.

“Is this a dream?” You ask, yawning.

“Yes baby, it is. But you're safe now.” He whispers. Helping you lay back down. You close your eyes once again, feeling safe, somehow. You nuzzle back into your bed, getting comfy as dream Chan strokes your hair, whispering sweet nothings to you.

“Thank you.” You murmur, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“And soon, you'll never have to worry about Derek again.”

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miguelhugger2099 · 2 years ago

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Little Miguel, Big Miguel (Pt. 2)

Summary: Miggy meets a few people and he finally grabs the chance to speak with you again. Previous This chapter was so hard to write oml Art in the middle by LBY2K99 Miguel x GN!Reader, fluff, lowkey crack, not proofread at all, Word Count: 3, 106

Eventually Miggy and Jess walked through the entrance of the cafeteria, the threshold being much larger than he expected with various spiders on high beams or on a string of web. Others were normal and sitting at the many tables and booths the place had provided.

Was that a T-Rex?

“You hungry?” She peered down at him after walking in front of a counter. Miggy shrugged despite his stomach growling.

“I could eat,” He huffed when Jess shoved a tray in his hand, a burger that had his variant’s mask plastered on the bun. His eyebrows raised in surprise. “Huh. A little more conceited than I thought.” He mumbled to himself.

“Hi, guys!” Jess walked past and called out to a group of people sitting at a booth. They all turned and greeted her back before all of their eyes landed on Miggy. He squirmed slightly as Jess walked in front of him and Miggy followed hesitantly behind.

“Bloody hell. Did the boss shrink? That's jokes.” One smirks, chuckling to himself, his voice smooth and deep that melted nicely with his British accent.

The other three are slack jawed, not believing what they’re eyes.

“Did he shrink?!” One with a blue headband gasps.

“No, Miguel didn’t shrink,” Jess rolled her eyes. “This is our new recruit, Miguel, obv–obviously. He's getting used to the place so,” Her hand stretches out to list their names. “Hobie, Pavitr, Miles and Gwen.”

“Is no one finding this strange?” A teenager that looked a little older than him spoke out, his suit completely black except for the red stripes running down his arms. Miles, Miggy made sure to remember. “It's Miguel but…pocket sized.” The girl next to him softly smacks his chest with a warning look.

“He's a kid, Miles. We've met other variants of ourselves before so this shouldn't be different.” Her eyebrows furrowed and the metal piercing by her right glinted underneath the fluorescent lights. Gwen.

Miles pouted. “At least my variant was the same age.” He mumbled under his breath.

Gwen smiles. “Nice to meet you, Miguel.”

“Ah–actually. You guys can call him Miggy or anything other than Miguel. Just to avoid confusion for the time being.” Jess intervenes awkwardly, helping Miggy into a seat by Miles and Gwen. All of them give their own greetings, welcoming Miggy in despite the strangeness of seeing a more timid and kid version of the man in charge.

“Qué tal?” Miles leans back in his chair.

Miggy brightens up. “Hablas español?” He asks Miles. Miles sits up, wide eyed and suddenly nervous.

“Y-yeah, I know un–un poquitito, y'know.” There was still a bit of an accent but Miggy didn't mind, simply chuckling and nodding, subconsciously showing off his sharp fangs when taking a bite of his burger.

“Woah, were those fangs?” Pavitr leans over the table to take a closer look. Miggy leans back. “Are they retractable too?”

“Uh, no. It’s–it’s just like that.” Miggy chuckled awkwardly after swallowing.

“How long you been Spider-Man for?” Miles asks and turns to him.

“Ah…almost a year, pretty sure.” He kept eating, taking another few bites.

“Are you on rapture?” Hobie tilts his head with a raise of his eyebrow, almost with a hint of concern in his eyes.

Bug-eyed and jaw slacked, Miggy snaps his head to Hobie, nearly choking on himself. “No!” He sputtered while Hobie nodded and leaned back as he relaxed. “Shock, what is wrong with you guys?” He wheezed out.

Pavitr laughs. “I like this new little boss.”

“He don’t got a stick up his arse, that’s for sure. Makes him ten times better than the geezer.” Hobie plays with his bottom lip ring.

“Be nice.” Jess warns with her arms crossed.

“I am nice. That was my nicest, actually.”

Jess’s phone pings in her pocket and she checks her alarm. “Shoot. I need to go. Miggy,” He turns his head to her. “We’ll have to finish orientation another time. I gotta head home. Guys, if you could just keep an eye on him till the end of the day?”

The group of young spiders nod up at her, all responding with their own variations of responses. Jess gives a lingering look to the group, eyeing them down to make sure she can trust them. Deeming them good kids, she sighs and waves, walking away to open a portal back to her dimension. Miggy shrinks in his seat, now being with semi-strangers and the only person he kinda knew in this place, left.

After she leaves, all of them begin to ask more questions like how old he was, if their Miguel’s universe was similar to his universe, etc, etc. Miggy tried his best to answer ease their curiosity with a gentle yet nervous smile. It had been a while since so many people have been kind to him.

Gwen mentions your name after thinking for a moment. “Do you think they know about him?” Miggy’s ear perks up at the mention of you. Where were you anyway? Did you leave? He wanted to see you again.

“Not if Miguel allows it. I can see him getting mad about this.” Pavitr rests his chin in his palm.

“Be a bit freaky if I were to see ‘em together anyway. Since they’re always around the big man.” Hobie crosses his arms on the table.

“I don’t think it’d be freaky. Everyone’s making a big deal about this.” Gwen frowns. Miggy droned out their talking, his eyes searching side to side to find and exit. Don’t get him wrong, these are nice people and he can see himself being friends with them, he just…really needed to see you.

Or maybe it was an excuse to escape their gossiping while in front of him.

Miggy slipped from his seat and escaped the flurry of whatever the hell they were saying while they chatted amongst themselves. He used his webs to swing himself to the ceiling with a small fwizz coming from his wrists. His claws poked out, clutching onto the metal as he crawled away, avoiding Spider-Monkey and out of the threshold. He failed to notice a pair of eyes watching his exit.

He hopped off the wall and landed on one of the many beams the building provided. Miggy took a few glances around him to make sure no one could bother him when he lifted his wrist to his face. He hesitantly raises a finger to the screen. Even though it looked like his universe tech, he still had no clue how it operated. Deciding not to break it accidentally, he brought it close to his lips. “Hey, miss…AI lady, ma’am?” He whispers to the watch.

Lyla suddenly popped up on top of the screen, her holographic body standing in front of many tiny floating monitors. Miggy yelped, covering his mouth with his other hand.

“What’s up little boss? Got a question? And no, you’re not allowed on any mission. You’re on babysitter protocol.” Lyla didn’t look up at him, choosing to look at each file and trashing the ones she deemed unimportant.

“Babysitter?” Miggy scrunched up his face in disdain.

She yawned. “Big boss doesn’t want you out and about to other universes yet. Sorry, kid. Now if you’ll excuse me–”

“Wait, wait! No! That’s–that’s not what I was gonna ask.” He panicked, gripping the watch with his hand. Lyla’s heart sunglasses slid down her nose as she turned her head over her shoulder to face him. “I was just gonna ask about…” He saw your form leave Miguel’s corridor before bumping into another spider person he didn’t recognize for a quick chat. He felt his little heart speed up and smiled. “...them.”

Miggy and Lyla both peered down to watch you smile and laugh with the other spider-man. Miggy noticed a redhead baby in his arms. Lyla glanced at him, back to you and then back to him. She stood up straight and crossed her arms after sliding her shades back on her nose bridge. “Oh, they’re way too old for you, kid.” Miggy frowned at the holographic lady. You had finished talking with whoever that was and waved him and the baby goodbye. Miggy’s heart raced as he prepared himself to jump off the beam.

“Whatever, pequeñita. Don’t need your help anymore. Catch a virus or something.” Miggy grinned mischievously down at her while Lyla gasped in shock.

“Hey–!”

Miggy switched her off and quickly used his webs to stick to the ceiling and swung down behind you, landing on his feet with a quiet thump. Hearing that sound, you turned around to check to see Miggy had stood up on his feet with a toothy smile. The sides of his hair had fallen out of place and he tucked it behind his ear as he walked up to you.

“Hey.” He placed his hands on his hips and puffed up his chest to appear more muscular. You huffed a small laugh, crossing your arms and tilting your head as you looked at him.

“Hi there. I didn’t think we’d meet again so soon.” You decided to amuse him. Miggy shrugged.

“Guess it was fate,” You snorted but Miggy continued anyway. “I was wondering if you had time for a chat? This is your universe I'm assuming? You could show me around the city. Maybe grab a snack together.” He grinned, looking at you with an innocent expression. But you knew better. Miguel would try the same thing in his own version once in a while.

“Uh-huh, yeah, right. Where’s Jess?” You placed your hands on your hips. Miggy stiffened but recollected himself.

“Busy.” He said, technically not lying.

“Sure,” You dragged out. “Well, I thought you came from a similar universe. I don’t think there’d be much new stuff to show you, kid.” You give him a playful pointed look with a tilt of your head. Miggy tsked, poking his cheek with his tongue in annoyance. He didn’t like you thinking he was just some kid. He was more than that, he’d prove it!

“Well, I beg to differ. I’m naturally curious, y’know. It’s one of my charms so I’d like to see if you’re right.”

“So you don’t believe me?” You raised your eyebrow.

Miggy hummed in thought, looking off to the side. “Not at all. Just a test.” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Alright, I’m not doing that,” Miggy’s face dropped. “But I am just heading home really quick and then coming back here. So, if you want, you can join me.” You offered and his face brightened up.

“Yeah! Yeah–sure, sure. That I can totally do.”

“Great. It’s actually not far from here so we could just walk to—”

“Woah, woah, woah. Walk? If you hadn’t noticed, I’m Spider-Man.” Miggy gestured to himself with a smug smirk, but your face didn’t falter.

“I see that.”

Miggy pouted. “I can carry you.”

You waved him off. “That’s really not necessary. I know you’re strong but–” You yelped as you felt Miggy grab your waist and pull your close. The height difference was a little awkward but he didn’t seem to mind one bit. He wanted to prove to you he was capable and strong. His webs shot out and stuck to the walls, swinging the both of you around while he tried finding an exit with a determined look. You wrapped your arms around him, hoping to the universe that you wouldn’t fall, and he felt his heart race a little faster.

“Directions, please!” He exclaimed, a smile in his voice while you screwed your eyes shut. You eventually felt the wind in your hair and the far away sounds of hover cars zipping past. “That’s new!” He dodged the cars with stealth, clutching you tighter to him.

Your legs became shaky and as soon as your feet touched the ground of your patio, you fell to your hands and knees with a giant huff. Miggy landed beside you, letting you take a breather.

“Estas bien?” He asked gently, his voice much softer than the persona he tried to maintain. He knelt by your side, hugging his knees to his chest.

“Fine, fine. Just…don’t do that again.” You helped yourself up and walked inside after opening the glass door. Miggy followed behind you, slightly embarrassed. He glanced around the area, seeing a void of color all around. Simple grays, blacks, and whites as the palette for couches, walls and the like. It was super different compared to back home. His mom usually did the decorations. Miggy thought this room felt very cold.

“This is your home?” He asked, feeling like this was a stark difference from your personality.

“Yeah, well kind of. I live here with someone.” You reply, rummaging through some things in a different room. Miggy perked up, his lips turning downward and feeling jealous.

“Who?” He asked, looking around to see if he could find anything that showed two people lived here.

You didn’t respond. Maybe you didn’t hear him, maybe you did. Miggy was distracted anyway as he walked slowly around the living room. In the corner of his eye, he saw a box that was out of place on one of the selves by the giant holographic TV. He strolled towards it, its dark purple color being the only thing attracting him.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around touching things.” Your voice was heard behind him, making Miggy jump. He took a big step away from the box, becoming more curious but he respected you enough. “I thought you would’ve had enough manners to not go snooping in someone's home.” You tossed him a soda and he caught it, seeing that the name brand was slightly spelled different from his own dimension. He found it a little unsettling; still getting accustomed to everything.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, popping open the can with his talon. “What did you get?”

You shrugged. “Some things to help out the society.” You walked towards the couch and sat on the far right to rest yourself on the armrest. “Just give me a minute and we’ll head back.”

Miggy nodded along, shifting his weight from side to side. “What…are you to the society?” He asked quietly, almost afraid he’d offend you.

“What do you mean?” You looked over at him, patting the side next to you to offer him a seat. Miggy walked over and sat by you, a little farther than what you offered.

“Like…you’re clearly not a spider person, much less some powers, but yet you’re in the society. You know all those people yet you’re…a civilian?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I’m just a regular person. I can’t climb walls or shoot webs but…I think I have a right to be there.”

“You said you were special. What does that mean?” He peeked over at you, his soda faintly fizzing.

You avoided his question. “How about you tell me about yourself instead?”

Miggy tilted his head. “Me?” He asked. “But…I don’t think I’m much different from your ‘other me’.”

You waved him off. “I’m sure there’s some difference. C’mon, don’t be shy. I wanna know about the newbie.” You cross your legs and turn to face him.

Miggy looked apprehensive, not really sure if it’s the right time to spill his life story but you asked so he caved in.

“Well, I was bitten trying to save my, uh, bully.” He looked down at his drink and took a small sip. Your smile dropped.

“You were bullied?”

Miggy nodded. “Well, yeah. It, uh… didn’t end well,” He rubs the side of the can. “There was this huge explosion when checking out the spiders in Alchemax– my dad used to work there,” He doesn’t look up at you. “My dad’s boss and his kid were there. His son bullied me, sure, but when that explosion happened, somewhere in between I got bit and…I dunno,” He sighed, a clear heavy weight on his young shoulders. “Kron was there and I tried–I did– and I don’t even know why I did but he still…y’know.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine but even though he died, he bullied me. But it doesn’t mean he should’ve passed, y’know? Then I woke up and they said my dad died too so it was all confusing back then.” He leaned back on the couch with a heavy sigh.

“I’m…so sorry,” You apologized grimly, guilt eating you up for asking. Miggy looked over at you and gave you a reassuring smile, his fringe falling out of place.

“It’s fine. It happened a while ago. The feeling is still there, just a little less. You didn’t hurt me, promise.” He then chugged the rest of the soda down his throat, feeling the fizz bubble down to his stomach. He crushed the can right after, his talons digging into it and showed you the marks he made. “I got sick powers and I can help my family more now. When they’re in trouble I can just put on the suit and make sure they’re safe.” He beamed with pride and you mirrored the same expression.

“You love your family?” You asked gently, taking the can from his hand and getting up to place it in the recycling bin.

“Mhm!” Miggy nodded. “Since the explosion, we all became a little more tight knit. My mom especially. She became more protective over my little brother since he’s still super little.” He looks up at you as you come back.

“What’s his name?” You hide your smile since you feel you know the answer.

“Gabriel.” Miggy beams. “He’s practically my shadow, which mom doesn’t like. Says I’m too reckless and doesn’t want him to be like me.” He blew raspberries to signify his mild annoyance at the thought.

You laugh and grab a backpack full of things that Miggy assumes were the things you came to collect. “After you swung me around, I think I agree with her.” You joked.

Miggy shot up from his seat and pouted. “Not cool.” But he enjoyed the way you smiled. “Gonna head back out now?”

Nodding, you slip the backpack on and walk with him back to the balcony. “Yup. Whenever you’re ready.” You look at him expectantly. He went a little wide eyed.

“You want me to swing us back?” Lost on why when you screamed earlier.

“Well, I’m prepared this time.” You and Miggy smiled at one another and he looped his arm around your middle. Your hands around his neck and he stuck his web to a building, jumping off the balcony and swinging back to HQ.

A/N: Please forgive me for this mid chapter i'll try to make the next one better i promise

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wonwoosthetic · 1 year ago

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Helllooo! Could we please get a nana tour update? 🤍

a/n: I know this update took longer than expected! I‘m trying to get the episodes out now quicker but writing TV programs takes quite a while so excuse it if it takes a bit longer😅🫶🏼 it also doesn’t help that I can’t hold myself back from writing long ass chapters haha; but anyways, I hope you enjoy it🥰🥰

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Go Together NANA Tour EP3-1. - EP3-2. 🌷 Minnie

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EP3-1. Silent Screams Part 2

"Okay!" Na PD exclaimed, "Minnie, next."

Sitting between Vernon and Dokyeom, the trio was whispering to each other, chuckling at whatever they seemed to find funny.

Mingyu, Jeonghan, Vernon and Joshua had chosen their dream activities for the following day, leaving Minnie to choose now. There were three more spots for the hot air balloon tour, one free seat in the car to Florence and five people were still able to enjoy the wine tour just down the hill.

"What are you going to do?" The producer nagged.

With a mischievous smile, she glanced at Vernon, who was already grinning at her, nodding his head. She turned back to the producing team in front of them before answering,

"I'll take Florence, please."

The two oldest, along with the '98 Liner, erupted in cheers, stepping closer to her to reach out and shake her hand while the young rapper bopped his head in clear excitement.

"Woah...," Hoshi gasped out loud. The rest of the group gazed around perplexed. "I thought you would choose the wine tour."

"Same," Dino agreed with the sub-unit's leader. The other members nodded in agreement, glancing at the small group that had formed around the ones sitting on the kitchen counter.

"Then," the producer announced, "Florence is completely sold out!" Another round of clapping and cheers filled the room.

"You didn't want the hot air balloon?" Joshua leaned back to smirk at the female member, who looked at him in shock.

"Are you insane?!" She chuckled, "Between possibly falling from like ten thousand feet in the air or visiting a pretty old city, I think I'd prefer the latter. Thank you." The older member smiled, patting her dangling leg before turning back around.

Vernon scoffed, "I don't think it's ten thousand, to be honest."

Minnie just rolled her eyes and shook her head. "It's too high. Period."

Seungkwan and Minghao surprisingly chose the hot air balloon tour with pure excitement, surprising the female member as she thought her fellow '97 Liner would enjoy a comfortable day in the city.

"There's only one spot for the hot air balloon, right?" Wonwoo asked into the round, sitting up in the chair he had occupied.

Yeongseok nodded. "There's one spot for the hot air balloon. And with the wine tour...," his change of tone got a laugh from the rest of his team. "The people that are left are automatically going there!"

"Isn't it a punishment for Soonyoung to go on a wine tour?" Seungkwan wondered with an entertained grin.

With his hands intertwined, Hoshi had sunken in his posture, a painful smile decorating his face as he thought to himself. Minnie noticed the lack of reaction coming from the leader.

"Aww," a sympathetic chuckle left her lips as she leaned forward, patting his shoulders, hoping to somewhat comfort him.

The producer of the group, along with the maknae were able to pick next, thanks to their high score in the game they had just finished playing. Woozi opted for the hot air balloon, even after asking Dino for his preference, ripping the dream right out of the youngest's heart.

His decision made the room filled with whole-hearted laughter and fingers pointing at the maknae as he stood still, showing no reaction.

"He's not even interested and still chose the hot air balloon!" Jeonghan giggled out loud.

Minnie dared to take a glance at Dino, pushing herself off the counter to walk over to him. Not able to hide the amusement on her face, she wrapped an arm around his frame, patting his back as she into his side.

"Look at his face!" Mingyu called out, pointing directly at the member left standing.

The girl looked up, her hand immediately reaching to pat the top of his hair with a chuckle.

"Don't be mean to him," she mumbled with a pout, her other arm snaking around his front to give him a quick squeeze.

Even the producing team was clearly amused and in awe of the '99 Liner.

Na PD laughed at his reaction, "I think he's really angry." Making Dino respond quickly,

"No, no, no," he brushed off. "No, no, no. Disappointment!" His palm touched the left side of his chest, "Only my disappointment is strong." Minnie shook her head with another chuckle, running a hand up and down his arm before she got back to her place between Dokyeom and Vernon.

After the groups for the following day were officially decided, the idols were dismissed. Each of them made their way out of the kitchen to walk back up the stairs to the main floor of the house. Some went straight into their designated rooms while others decided to chill in the main living space.

"Ah, guys... I'm so jealous," Hoshi sighed out loud. His disappointment was clear in his voice.

His statement got a loud chuckle out of Vernon as Woozi wondered,

"Why?" Within a second, it hit him. "Ah, because of the hot air balloon," followed by a good laugh from the producer.

Minnie and Jun stopped one of the carton boxes they had brought in, filled with the stuff they had gotten in the grocery store a few hours before.

"Yeah, jealous," the '96 Liner chuckled to himself. The girl's eyebrows scrunched up,

"You're jealous too?"

The older member turned his head towards her, "Aren't you?" To which she just shook her head wide-eyed, getting a giggle from him in return.

"I think I might become jealous of you guys tomorrow," she admitted. Her hands reached into the box, grabbing the underwear and socks she had gotten for herself.

Jun tilted his head, "You wanted to choose the vineyard?"

Minnie shrugged. "It sounds fun. Getting to drink as much wine as you'd want."

"Why didn't you choose it then?"

"I don't know if I could start drinking that much in the middle of the day."

Her fellow unit member scoffed, "As if you haven't done that before!" Smiling at the reaction of the girl as she looked at him with an open mouth.

"But not that much!" In the next second, Minnie's clean socks smacked across his upper arm. "Don't make it sound so bad!", getting another chuckle from him. She was quick to join in too, shaking her head along with it.

"I think you'll have fun."

Jun nodded, "I think so too."

Just as she was about to leave to find her room again, she pointed a strict finger at the dancer. "But don't drink too much," squinting her eyes at him.

"You should say that to Hoshi," the '96 Liner smiled at her, passing her as he walked straight ahead.

"Oh my God...," she quietly gasped, mumbling to herself.

Minnie had gotten comfortable in her room, thinking about whether to shower or brush her teeth first, when a loud voice rang through the entire floor of the house.

"Who's doing the laundry?" Seungkwan wondered out loud. The girl's ears perked up, making her push herself up from the bed and rush over to the doorway.

"Are you washing your clothes?" But before the younger member could answer her, Mingyu beat him to it.

"Let's do it together if the members do it," he called out from his room on the opposite side.

"But where do we do it?" Seungkwan asked, looking around the room before turning back around to go back to the other end of the house.

Minnie retreated back, gathering the minimal clothing she had brought to the country, along with the underwear she had bought and the shirt she had gotten in one of the small shops in the city.

Right as she went back out again, her eyes found a small group of the guys walking in a straight line right behind Vernon, heading towards the stairs.

"Are you doing the laundry now?" She called out, making the '98 Liner stop in his tracks. His hand was holding onto the metal railing as he was just about to take a step downstairs.

He glanced up. "Yeah, you wanna do it too?" To which he got a nod from her in response. Vernon nudged his head towards the lower floor, "Come downstairs."

"Alright," she let him know, stepping out of her room to follow him, but not before stopping by the room directly across from hers. "Mingyu," the sound of her voice made the '97 Liner peek his head out of the attached bathroom. "Should I take your clothes downstairs?"

"They're washing them now?" He wondered, making her nod her head in return. With a big step out, he reached out to grab the bag off the chair in the corner, handing it over to the girl in silence. It was only then, he showed off his naked torso as his shirt was ready for the laundry run.

Just as she wanted to head back out, his voice made her stop.

"Who are you in a room with?" He asked her.

"Wonwoo." They talked about everything and anything during dinner, yet this didn't even come up once.

"Hm." Mingyu nodded quietly, opting for a hum to be his final answer. His silence got a giggle out of the girl, making her take a few steps forward to get closer to him as he was already back in the bathroom.

"Jealous?" She eyed him through the mirror, leaning on the doorframe as a sneaky grin spread on her lips. Her teasing made the '97 Liner turn around, his hand coming up quickly as he tried to get a hold of her arm, but she swiftly moved out of the way, stumbling slightly as she walked backwards.

Her laughter echoed through the house as she jogged towards the stairs.

Back in their shared room, the female member was lying on the bed, her phone in her hands as she was texting her mum about another passed day in Italy.

"Where's shampoo and body wash?" Wonwoo called out from the bathroom to her right.

She directed her sight from the bright screen over to the open door. "Isn't it in the shower?"

The rapper came out of the room, shaking his head as he glanced around, trying to see if they had placed it somewhere else.

"Are you sure?" She scooted off the bed to head into the bathroom, taking a quick peek before she came back with a frown, "But I remember putting it there. We got enough in the supermarket."

"Someone probably took it," Wonwoo explained while heading out.

With a soft sigh, the girl exited the room as well, crossing the entryway to walk into the shared bedroom on the other side. Her eyes immediately fell on Dino, who was relaxing on the mattress.

"Did you guys take the shampoo and body wash?"

The maknae glanced up at the female member. "We had it, but Seungkwan took it."

"What?" Mingyu asked as he came back, wondering what the two were talking about.

"Did you take the shower gel and shampoo from our shower?" Only getting a shake of his head in return.

Minnie was about to pass her fellow '97 Liner to continue the questionnaire when Mingyu added,

"But Jun had some earlier."

"Where did he get it from?" She wondered, but the other guys in the room just shrugged, "I thought we bought enough..." she mumbled as she went back out, only to find Wonwoo already meeting her halfway. In his grip, were three different bottles of what seemed to be toiletries.

"I got it," he let her know as they walked into their room again. "Body wash, shower gel and conditioner." Knowing they were only looking for the first two things, but since Minnie would have to take more care of her longer hair, conditioner was essential.

The thoughtful act brought a soft smile to her lips. "From who?"

"Seungkwan," he simply told her, bringing everything he had gotten to their shared bathroom.

Both of them washed up one after the other, with Wonwoo going first and Minnie last. While the girl was taking care of her long mane in the bathroom, Wonwoo found a few of the guys in the backyard of the house. They had gathered around one of the tables on the terrace, all of them sitting in comfortable silence, sharing a piece of thought every now and then. He joined them for a few minutes, exchanging some thoughts about the countryside of Italy and the clear sky they were blessed with that night, before they all headed into their individual rooms, wishing each other a good night.

The moment he entered the shared room, Minnie chuckled as she came out of the bathroom, "You know what I realised?" getting a hum from the rapper in return as he claimed the side of the bed closer to the door leading into the entryway. "You're gonna spend an entire day with a drunk Hoshi." The girl was still occupied with brushing through her somewhat dry hair, thanks to the blow dryer while Wonwoo was getting comfortable underneath the duvet.

Just as quick as he lifted his head, he let it fall again with a soft sigh, getting another giggle from the female member.

"You'll have to take care of him."

Not only both of them, but every other member knew the drastic change in personality that came with a drunk Kwon Soonyoung. He could go from laughing to crying within a mere split second. If you think you know where he is and what he might be doing, check in on him a minute later, and he'll suddenly be on the other side of town or rolling on the ground for no apparent reason.

"Why me?" His eyes followed her movements as she got closer to the bed, settling down on it with one knee. "I'll let the others do that. Who's coming again?"

The girl stayed quiet for a moment, puckering her lips as she thought. "Ehm... you, Hoshi... Jun, Dino, and... Dokyeom."

With a groan, Wonwoo hid his face behind his hands, making the girl laugh out loud and smack his leg underneath the covers. "I'm just gonna drink a lot too," he commented.

"Really?" Minnie pulled the other leg in as well, getting into a comfortable sitting position, and looking at the man next to her with a surprised expression.

"If I already have to do a wine tour, might as well," he shrugged. "I was surprised you didn't choose it."

"Jun said that too," she straightened her back. "But... I can drink here with you guys too. So whether that's in a vineyard or here doesn't change much for me."

"Probably better," Wonwoo admitted, "I don't know if I could take care of Hoshi and you."

Minnie gasped, "Taking care of me?! I'm not that bad when I'm drunk!"

"You get really emotional, you know that," the '96 Liner chuckled at her reaction, reaching out to take her hand in his grasp.

"Yeah, but like... loving emotional. Hoshi is... a rollercoaster." Wonwoo joined her giggles, remembering the evenings spent together drinking with the rest of the members and playing rock-paper-scissors to decide who would make sure Hoshi got home safe.

Crawling across the mattress, Minnie got herself comfortable on the other side of the bed, sliding right underneath the covers.

"Who are you going to Florence with?" The rapper changed the topic.

"Vernonnie, Shua, and Jeonghan," she simply answered getting a grunt from the rapper in return.

"You're gonna have an easy time."

Minnie chuckled, "Yeah, but you're gonna have a lot to tell afterwards."

"Maybe," Wonwoo smiled to himself, already dreading the following day. "It'll be interesting."

The female member nodded in agreement. "Always drink responsibly."

"Of course."

EP3-2. The optional tour day

The shrill sound of a phone alarm blasted through the shared room of the young couple. Groaning sounds came from the bed as Minnie tried to detangle herself from their intertwined legs underneath the shared blanket. She had a tight grip around the man's arm but had to let go to reach the nightstand and turn off the alarm. The room was basically completely dark, with only a faint ray of sunshine coming in, barely lighting up the space.

"What's going on?" Wonwoo's deep voice made Minnie look behind her as she sat up on the bed.

"Sorry," she whispered, "I forgot to turn it down." Explaining why the ringing sound could've woken up the entire floor with the volume it was set on.

He pushed himself up, rubbing his eyes as he tried to get them to focus in the dark. Minnie was already moving around the room, heading towards the window right in front of the bed first, pulling the curtains to the side to let the sunlight in. Her action got a loud groan from the rapper on the bed, making her chuckle,

"Sorry." He let himself fall back on the mattress with a huff while the girl stretched out her arms, covering her mouth with her hand as a yawn escaped her.

"Are you leaving now?"

"Not yet," she told him, "It's 9am. We're leaving at 10, I think."

In the shorts, they had gotten from Na PD after winning the game they played during their first night in Italy and the NANA tour zip-up sweater, along with a sports bra she had bought in the grocery store the day before, Minnie made her way downstairs into the kitchen. Right behind her was Wonwoo, wearing one of the Mona Lisa shirts they had bought while sightseeing along with the same sweat shorts.

Right as she came into the kitchen, the female singer glanced to her right, finding some of the producers already hurled up around a table, all enjoying their breakfast.

With a tired smile, she waved at them, followed by a "Good morning," from both members.

Turning around, they came to sight with a breakfast menu, set up just for them, prepared by a group of chefs that were still working in the kitchen.

"Oh!" Minnie's eyes went wide, "Thank you so much!" She grinned at the producer, who proudly smiled back at her. "We don't have to play games for this?" She teased them, getting a round of chuckles in return before one of them spoke up,

"Are you that suspicious?"

Minnie giggled. "I watched all episodes of 'Youth over Flowers'! I know what you used to make others do!" The producers joined her in whole-hearted laughter.

"But Minnie-ya," Hoshi suddenly spoke up as he joined them in the kitchen. "This is a different program. They're treating us here."

"I don't know yet..." she quietly joked with a grin, but still loud enough to let the others hear.

"What else do we have to do to make you trust us?!" One of the male producers called out desperately, making everyone around him start laughing, along with Minnie and Hoshi on the other side of the room.

The unit leader gave the girl a comforting pat on the head and one to Wonwoo's bottom as they switched their focus back on the breakfast items.

"We need to go drink some wine later," the rapper let a nervous chuckle fall from his lips.

"You should eat a lot now,“ Minnie advised them, “then you won't feel the alcohol too much.“ But Hoshi just let his head hang.

"I'm already scared," he admitted, making the girl laugh at him and place a hand on his upper arm.

"You just have to drink responsibly." To which he shook his head.

One after the other came in to grab their own variety of breakfast items while some had already gotten together to eat together. Minnie and Wonwoo decided to bring their plates upstairs, along with cups of tea in each of their grip. On their way, they walked past Dokyeom, who seemed to have just woken up, letting him know there was a menu waiting for him downstairs.

Outside, they sat down their plates and cups, before falling into the dark wicker chairs. For a second, the female dancer let her eyes fall shut, taking a deep breath in to enjoy the gentle morning breeze.

"Imagine waking up to this weather every day and just getting to eat your breakfast outside," she dreamily spoke.

"Must be nice." Wonwoo chuckled next to her, "But what about winter? Doesn't Italy get cold then too?"

"Well, that's when you'd go travel to Hawaii or Bali. They're warm all year around, I think."

"Just travelling all the time to go to warm places?" He laughed at her explanation while she seemed to just enjoy the moment. Minnie nodded excitedly, a big grin brightening up her face.

"But you like cold weather too," Wonwoo stated, reaching out to take a sip of the hot tea in his cup.

"I do," the girl shifted in her seat, "But right now I'm enjoying the warmth so much, that I want a lot of it."

Without another word, the girl got up from her chair, taking a few steps ahead to stop at the railing that held her from falling down the shallow slope that stopped at the bottom part of the garden, where the pool was. She got out her phone from the side pocket of the shorts, lifting it up to get a picture of the scenery in front of her. The Italian countryside was decorated by small hills, different colours in the grass, bright green blooming trees that grew on the side of the old streets, and different-coloured glowing flowers and bushes garnishing the gardens of the Italian-styled country houses.

"This is so beautiful," she mumbled under her breath, turning in circles, trying to somehow capture even just a bit of the beauty of nature she was surrounded by.

"Mum asked me for pictures," she explained, walking to the chairs again to get back into her seat. "Because I told her it looks a little bit like in France."

"Where your grandparents live,“ Wonwoo nodded, getting a hum in return.

During their shared breakfast, Jun came to join them, his own plate in his hands as he settled down on the other side of the table.

"Woah," he took a deep breath in and out, his eyes wandering around the garden, "it's so pretty."

"Right?" Minnie excitedly turned towards her fellow unit member. "It looks like a painting."

"Like we're living in a painting, yeah," Jun agreed, getting up from his seat to copy what the girl had done mere minutes ago and got his phone to snap a few good pictures of the scenery.

"I think I can stare at this all day long and space out. Because it's so pretty," Wonwoo commented before a complete silence could fall over the trio.

Minnie nodded. "I could get used to a view like that."

The rapper hummed in agreement, making her turn to glance at him, chuckling at what she came to sight with.

"What?" He asked about her sudden reaction.

With a grin, the girl reached out, her fingers brushing through the unruly set of hair on top of his head. "Your hair looks crazy." She glided her palm over the top, trying to straighten down some of the strands that had decided to stick out into different directions - and he let her.

"Noona!" The sound of the maknae's voice made her turn around, finding him sitting by a table behind them along with Hoshi. "When are you leaving?"

After a quick look at her phone screen, she answered him, "I think at 10. In like… twenty minutes."

Dino nodded. "Are you excited?"

She couldn't help but smile at the youngest. "Yeah," only to let her grin get even wider as soon as the next question popped into her head. "Are you excited?"

"Ah... noona...," he sighed, getting another loud giggle out of the girl. "I really don't think it's a good idea to let me drink."

"Nooo," she tried to calm him down, getting out of the chair with her plate in one hand and her now empty cup of tea in the other, "You shouldn't think like that. You're gonna have fun."

With a shake of his head, he got up, taking his plate with him as he joined her on the way back into the kitchen.

"I have to be really careful."

Back in her room, Minnie was looking around at the very few pieces of clothing she had to choose from, now spread out on the bed, along with Wonwoo, who had busied himself with his phone.

A sigh escaped her lips as she ran a hand through her hair. "I really don't have anything to wear for a trip like this." The '96 Liner didn't react to her complaint, only taking his eyes off his phone, the moment, she opened her mouth again. "What if I just leave like this?"

Looking into the mirror, she grinned to herself standing there in just her jeans the sports bra she had worn before.

"You can't leave like that," Wonwoo simply told her, focusing back on the screen in his hands.

"Says who?" Teasingly, she turned around, finding the eyes of the rapper already back on her form. With her arms crossed, she got closer to his side of the bed, another sigh of hers ringing through their ears. "I don't have anything else."

"You're not leaving in your underwear." He pushed himself up from the mattress. "Didn't you guys buy something yesterday?"

"Yeah, but I haven't washed that yet," she answered him, following him out of the room, where they suddenly met Joshua and Jeonghan already waiting for them in the entryway.

"Oh-," she came to a halt, "Are we leaving?"

"In a minute, yeah," the oldest turned around, frowning as soon as he saw her outfit, but Joshua bet him to speak up.

"Are you leaving like this?"

Minnie chuckled, "No, don't worry," before passing them to enter the room on the other side. Carefully, she opened the door, her suspicion being confirmed as soon as she found her fellow '97 Liner cuddled up in his bed. With quiet steps, she walked inside, making sure not to startle him as she tapped his arms,

"Mingyu," she whispered, trying to wake up the rapper. But he didn't budge. "Oppa," she tried to again, getting slightly closer.

A soft hum escaped Mingyu as he squirmed around, opening his eyes with a frown.

"What?" His groggy voice made her smile.

"Where's your cardigan? The one you wore on the plane."

The '97 Liner shifted on the bed, getting his arm out from underneath the blanket to point towards the chair in the corner of the room across from the bed.

Without another word, Minnie walked over, lifting up one of the pillows that was placed on top of it to find the thin piece of clothing she was looking for. She stopped in front of the mirror on the wall, throwing the cardigan over her frame to see what it would look like on her.

"Why do you need it?" Mingyu suddenly asked her, making her look at him through the mirror.

"I don't have anything to wear to Florence."

"Why don't you wear the white blouse you bought at the store?"

With a huff, she took the piece of fabric off again. "I haven't washed it yet," and placed it back on the chair.

"I did."

Minnie's head snapped towards him. "What?"

He turned his head just slightly, begrudgingly opening his eyes a bit to look at her. "It was in my pile of laundry."

"Oh, then it should be outside, right?" To which Mingyu just nodded.

With a wide grin, the girl got on her way to rush out of the room, "Thank youu," only to be stopped by the call of her name.

"Huh?"

A wave of his hand told her to come closer, which she did, getting surprised by the sudden grip on her hand. She had no time to react before she got pulled in, steadying herself on a free spot on the mattress with her hand, so her entire weight wouldn't fall on top of the rapper.

"Mingyu," her giggles filled the room as she held onto his arm that he tightened around her frame, pulling her in even closer. Her hand gave up trying to hold herself up, giving into the embrace as she tried to wriggle out of it. "I have to go," she whispered, knowing he could hear her clearly due to the proximity.

He was just about to turn with her in his arms, ready to pull her fully onto the bed when the door suddenly opened, exposing Dino coming in.

"Mingyu," she repeated with a chuckle, "Please."

"Nini!" Jeonghan called out, "We have to go!" Coming in, a laugh tumbled from his lips as soon as he came to sight of the two on the bed.

"I'm trying!" She desperately called out before she finally felt the grip around her loosen. A dramatic gasp of air left her mouth, getting a chuckle from the guys in the room.

"What are you doing?" She glanced over at the maknae, rummaging through something in the corner.

"You need money," he answered, turning towards her to hand her the amount he had picked out.

Jeonghan's chuckle made the attention shift words him while his eyes were fixed on the man in the bed.

"I thought you were sleeping," he grinned at Mingyu, taking a step forward to switch places with Minnie.

"I am," the rapper simply told him, shifting in his position to start snoring playfully.

Suddenly, the '95 Liner leaned down, placing a peck on the younger member's cheek, getting a round of chuckles from the people in the room.

"What are you doing?" Dino wondered as the oldest just smiled,

"He's pretty."

In a hurry, the girl quickly handed Jeonghan the money she had gotten from the maknae before finally making her way towards the door.

"I need to get dressed," she notified them before running down the hall and down the stairs, past the kitchen to head to the outdoor area where they had put up the clothes from the washing machine and left them to dry. She quickly found the white short-sleeved blouse Mingyu had mentioned, smiling to herself before grabbing her underwear and socks that seemed to be dry already too.

With big steps, she was upstairs again, jogging into her room to change in a hurry - and within a minute, she was back in the entrance area, now with a pair of sunglasses on top of her head.

"So you did wash it?" Wonwoo addressed the top she refused to wear only a few minutes ago. He looked up from the phone in his hands as he was still sitting on the small couch in front of the entrance door. Together with Dino, he was waiting to send the small group off.

Minnie shook her head, adjusting her jeans. "Mingyu threw it in his pile of clothes he wanted to wash. I didn't even know it was there."

"The top?" Vernon asked her, pointing at the white blouse, making her nod with a smile.

Only a second later, Jeonghan and Dino exited the shared bedroom, joining the rest of the Florence trip group.

"Everyone ready?" The oldest asked into the room, looking at each of the members to see them nod in return. "Okay, then let's go!"

"Have fun, guys!" The maknae stopped by the door, right behind him Wonwoo, who waved at the four leaving the premise. "Take good pictures!"

"We will!" Minnie called out as she turned around, sending a flying kiss towards the two men, who smiled back. Dino dramatically reached forward, proudly showing her the kiss he had caught, and sent her a final finger heart before they disappeared around the corner, leaving only Minnie's warm laughter to be heard.

Together, the four left the property, walking down the short private lane before they reached the main street, where a car was already waiting for them. Joshua and Jeonghan decided to sit in the middle row, leaving Minnie and Vernon to share the very back seats. As soon as the car started, all eyes were fixed on the windows. The passing countryside was too breathtakingly beautiful to miss by closing your eyes and trying to get a quick nap, which they would usually do.

In an almost dreamy haze, Shua admired everything he could catch as they passed by, speaking loud enough to get the attention of the other members in the car.

"Oh, it's so hot," he noted, getting the girl to nod in agreement.

"I hope I don't burn," she spoke up, half-jokingly, making the '95 Liner chuckle, while Jeonghan frowned.

"Are you wearing long jeans?" Genuine concern dropped from his lips as he turned his head to the side to direct his voice at her

The female member nodded before she realised he couldn't see her. "Yeah-"

"Why?!"

"I didn't want to wear the sweatshorts to Florence! And the jeans are the only other pants I have," she quickly defended herself as soon as she noticed his voice getting more whiny.

Jeonghan shook his head with an almost curse coming from him a mumble. "Tell me when you're getting too hot. We can buy other shorts."

"Okay, okay," she agreed, slightly brushing him off. Minnie knew he was coming from a good place, but she also remembered the multiple lectures she had gotten in the past from the older members about different topics. The possibility of a speech about taking care of oneself and not joking about potentially burning in long clothes while it had a good 35+ degrees Celsius outside was just around the corner.

"It's a hot vibe," Joshua suddenly threw in again.

Minnie nodded, "The perfect summer weather."

"Shua likes hot things." Jeonghan's out-of-pocket comment got a chuckle out of the girl, making him realise what he had just said, therefore quickly adding, "Because he lived in LA."

A look of amusement was shared between the two younger members in the backseat, holding in their laughter before continuing to sit by themselves, focusing back on the world right outside their windows.

A few more minutes into the drive, Joshua continued his commentary, keeping the car filled with conversations and chuckles. Vernon stayed quiet for most of the time, glancing over at the girl whenever she had something to say or show him and Jeonghan enjoyed Shua's liveliness, answering his remarks every now and then, keeping a contained smile on his face.

"The internet is so...," Joshua spoke again. "It being slow is kinda a vibe too." The three members in the car smiled at his gentle complaint, but Minnie added a roll of her eyes.

"You're spoiled from the fast internet in Seoul," she nagged at him, making him turn around with a surprised facial expression before he continued the discussion.

"You're just as spoiled," he warned her with a raise of his eyebrows.

The girl scoffed, "I'm not complaining because of the internet."

"He's not complaining," the other '95 Liner grinned, "He... he has a good vibe."

Joshua teasingly nodded at Minnie, agreeing with the oldest member quietly, while she couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

"I learned that vibe from you," he said to Jeonghan. "Everything is a vibe."

The moment the streets of Florence opened up right in front of their eyes, the car filled with gasps and exclaims of admiration. For every shop, every building, every street lamp, and even each and every flower on the corners could an acrostic poem be made, and not even then would words be enough to describe the beauty of the tourist city.

"It's nice that Shua is so happy today," Jeonghan's comment made the girl look up. While his words were supposed to be endearing, his voice sounded anything but that. His unusually dull tone brought a frown to her face.

"Oh, I'm so happy that I'm here today," Joshua nodded with a smile.

"Jeonghannie-hyung doesn't sound like he's happy today," Minnie suddenly spoke up from behind them.

One of the female producers in the very front of the car agreed with her. "You seem like you're having a hard time compared to the first time in the car." Which made the '95 Liner just chuckle before he focused back on the view outside of the car.

After a good hour of complete silence from the left side of the car, Vernon jumped into the conversation. "He needs a new type of simulation." Commenting on Jeonghan's character trait of turning suspiciously quiet if a scene stayed too monotone for too long. He did enjoy the calm times every now and then, but especially long car rides were not his cup of tea.

"I need to walk around in the streets," he stated, describing his current state in more detail.

"We'll get to walk around a lot today," Minnie assured him, already fidgeting in her seat as she couldn't wait to finally get outside.

On his phone, Joshua found a food market in the heart of the city, knowing that a regular restaurant might not be enough for a good experience as Jeonghan was still dull next to him, even though he was slowly blooming up the more they drove into the centre.

Mercato Centrale seemed to have been the perfect decision as the moment they stepped foot out of the car, the oldest member was already smiling brightly at the sun directly hitting them. He made sure the backpack he had brought was secure on his right shoulder before he started to walk ahead, knowing the rest would follow him.

"Let's walk around the market once and around the outside too!" His exclaim brought a smile to the girl's face, happy about the change of mood as they were met with his usual bright persona again. They were quick to agree to his idea, Minnie and Joshua slightly behind the other two members in the front as they took their time looking around a bit more. With their go-pros propped up on a stick, the group made their way into the food court.

Starting off in the main area, they looked around the various restaurants lined up on the side, passing different stalls that prepared everything your heart could possibly desire - from fresh fruit bowls to pizza, grilled meat or pasta dishes.

"I think pizza would be really good," Joshua commented as they passed a specific food stall.

Minnie nodded. "If we're in Italy, pizza is always a good idea. You have to eat authentic food whenever you're in a specific country."

"That's right," Jeonghan said from where he had fallen behind her in line.

They passed one more place that seemed interesting to the four, a dumpling stall, yet in the end, all of them decided on the classic Italian cuisine.

"Let's go with pizza then," Vernon agreed as they made their way towards one of the many restaurants that offered them.

"Minnie!" Jeonghan's sudden call out of her name made her turn around as her eyes were locked on the other side of the food court, her eyes fixated on just how big the space actually was and yet how many people still managed to find spaces to sit and eat. "Is pizza okay?" He waited for her quick steps over to join the group again, excited nods making her hair bounce and him chuckle. With a soft push forward, he let her walk ahead while keeping close behind her.

"Fresh from the oven," Joshua read out one of the signs that hung above the stall they had stopped in front of. That sounded good.

"Oh, shiiit," Vernon commented, getting an immediate laugh from the girl, making him realise what he had just said. "Oh! I'm sorry," he quickly said into the camera he was holding before he felt a push to his back.

"You can't say that!" The girl admonished him.

The younger member whipped his head around to meet her eye, "I just said, I was sorry!" He whined out loud, only making her chuckle again. Only a moment later, they were greeted by a waitress, who let them know they could find a table on the second floor, right above them.

Their gazes glided over the area, finding more empty seats than downstairs.

"Let's sit all the way at the end!" Jeonghan called out, pointing towards a free table for four right by the railing that overlooked the entire lower floor. Another waitress came along to hand them four menu cards and left them some time to settle on what they would eat. Joshua asked into the round with the oldest telling the group to choose whatever they'd want - he had never been a picky eater. While Minnie and Vernon were still going through each page of the menu, Shua had already found something, immediately asking the others what they thought of it. They settled on a mozzarella mushroom pizza.

Thanks to his confidence, the '95 Liner was chosen to order for the table, telling the waitress what they had chosen when she reminded them that they should also look for something to drink.

"We also have Aperol Spritz," she proposed, making Minnie's head shoot up.

"Oh, yes yes yes!" She excitedly nodded, making the guys chuckle.

"Should we take Aperol Spritz too?" Joshua asked her, only making her bop her head.

"Trust me," she told him, "Yes." With a smile, the waitress took the menus back into her grasp, telling them she'd be back in a few minutes.

Once they were alone again, Vernon switched his attention towards the girl. "Is Aperol Spritz that good?"

Minnie's eyes widened the second those words left his lips, but then she remembered that he hadn't had an opportunity yet to try the alcohol mixture in Europe.

"Yep," she assured him. "It's a bit... bitter, depending on how you mix it, but if it's made well it's literally the best thing you could drink in the summer."

"Better than somaek?" Jeonghan joined the two, sending the girl a teasing grin, knowing how much she enjoyed the soju-beer mix.

"So much better than somaek," her remark made the oldest lean back in his chair with a gentle gasp.

"Woah," he huffed out, "the moment we're in Europe, Korean Minnie is gone." The entire table erupted in laughter while the female member looked at him in shock.

"What?!" She couldn't hold back joining in the holer.

"Her European side comes out more," Joshua explained. "That's true."

"You guys...," with a grin, she shook her head. She went to lift her head again, ready to continue the conversation, when the ring of her phone on the table cut her off. Snatching it off the surface, she turned it around, frowning as soon as she saw who was calling her.

"I'll be right back," excusing herself without another word and answering the call right as she stood up.

"Who called her?" Vernon shot a question at Joshua since he was sitting right next to the female member, but he just shrugged turning in his seat to follow her silhouette as she stood in a corner, covering one ear, so she could hear whoever was on the other end of the call better.

While Minnie was busy with her phone call, the Aperols they had ordered arrived. Jeonghan showed them off proudly to Dokyeom, who had called in that time, but the older member abruptly ended the call to go back to conversing with the table.

"I'm so interested in how it's going to taste," Shua commented, leaving Vernon and Jeonghan to nod in agreement.

"Should we wait for Minnie?" Jeonghan wondered, but the female member was already on her way back.

"Wait for me for what?" She asked but then her eyes found the glasses on the table, "Oh!" Making her slide back into the chair excitedly. She got a hold of her own, lifting up to make the others join her.

"Cheers," she started, which the other three copied, bringing their aperitifs into the middle to clank together before each took their first sip.

The moment the taste hit Minnie's lips, she groaned.

"Ah...," she sighed after gulping down, "I love it."

"Wow... it's really good," Shua agreed.

"It's like orange champagne, it's good," Vernon remarked. "What's in it?"

All eyes switched to Minnie as nobody else knew the answer.

"Aperol, Prosecco and sparkling water," she explained. "Some also put in a little bit of Orange juice, I think. But I don't know what the original recipe is like."

"And what is Aperol?" Shua now wondered.

"Like a liquor. I don't know exactly what's in it, but I think rhubarb and bitter orange and something else."

Vernon shrugged, "It's good." Making the others nod.

For a second, the four enjoyed a short moment of silence before the oldest spoke again, his nosiness getting the best of him.

"Who called you?" To which the others' ears perked up as well.

"Oh yeah," the '98 Liner mumbled, remembering he had wondered about it too.

Minnie chuckled, as she was just about to take another sip again, deciding to put the cocktail glass down first. "Hoshi‘s mum."

"Really?" Joshua's chuckles rang through her ear as she joined him, nodding her head.

"What did she want?" Jeonghan questioned her more, taking another gulp of his drink.

"Just asked how I was doing," Minnie shrugged. It was no rarity for her to get phone calls she declared as random in the past from the other members' parents. After a while of it repeating, she came to the understanding that they were anything but random. The mothers and fathers of the members were just as interlinked with each other as the idol singers, even calling each other from time to time as well. So, wondering about their kids wasn't something all too uncalled for.

The girl chuckled to herself. "She got really irritated with me though."

"Why?" Jeonghan grinned.

"I asked her, 'You do know we're in Italy, right?' because the phone call would be really expensive for her," another giggle fell from her lips. "And she snapped at me, 'Why would I care about money if I want to talk to you!'" She raised her arms in defence, "Sorry."

The imitation of the older woman's voice got a burst of laughter from each member in return.

"All of our parents really like talking to you," the oldest commented. "Even my sister tells me you talk to her on the phone a lot."

"Well," Minnie flipped her hair dramatically over her shoulder, "They just love me."

[The favourite child]

"It's because they don't know how you really are," Shua jokingly added, getting a gasp and a shove to his arm from the girl.

She pouted in her seat. "That's something Cheol would say...," The chuckles from the other members were agreement enough. "Ugh, I miss him." Dramatically, she let her face fall into her hands.

"Didn't you talk to him yesterday?" Vernon asked, pure confusion lacing his voice.

Minnie lifted her head again, fixing her hair swiftly along the way, "What was yesterday?" Thinking for a second before she remembered the breakfast she, Minghao and the member in front of her shared, "Oh, yeah! But that was yesterday. Today's a new day."

"But you don't always get to talk to him every day," Jeonghan tried to reason, but she looked at him with a frown.

"I do." Her confession gained her multiple straight faces staring directly at her.

"You talk to him every single day?" In a clearly slightly concerned, yet amused and surprised tone, Joshua asked the girl, making her turn towards him. For a quick moment, she just looked at him before letting her gaze meet the other members and speaking up again.

"Wh- you... you don't?" Getting three clear shakes of heads.

"Every other day, yes, but not every day," Jeonghan explained, followed by Vernon,

"That's not normal, Minnie."

"What do you mean?" Chuckling at the reaction from the three guys. "Don't judge me like that!" But despite her exclaim, the '98 Liner sent her a face that told her more than she needed to know, so she pointed a strict finger at him. "I'm gonna tell him you cursed in front of the camera today!"

"Not without your phone you won't-" Before she could even realise what he had said, Vernon leaned forward, snatching her phone away from her to put it into the pocket of his jacket that was hung around the back of his chair.

Minnie could only look at him with her mouth hanging open. While she glared at him, the rapper kept up a contained grin. The two older members watched the young duo in amusement, smiling at their antics but keeping quiet.

Silently, the female singer propped her arm up on the table, her palm open in front of them. "Give it back."

Vernon reached for his drink to take another sip. He nodded as he enjoyed the alcohol going down his throat. "You have good taste." Reaching his hand out, he slapped her palm with his, smiling, "High five."

Minnie's chuckle didn't hide her warning tone, yet it didn't seem to face the younger member. "Give me my phone."

"I don't have it," he simply shrugged. His dull comment made the girl laugh out loud, yet desperation dropped from her lips as she whined,

"Vernonnie..., please." The older members continued to watch in giggles, not able to focus on anything else as they adored the interaction between the two youngsters.

"I really don't have it," he continued to stand his ground, knowing he was getting a raise out of the girl as she fidgeted in her seat, her tone getting stricter.

"Vernon-"

"Minnie-ya," Jeonghan suddenly interrupted, "if he says, he doesn't have it, then you should believe him."

"Huh?!" While she glanced at the oldest in pure shock, the '98 Liner couldn't contain himself in his seat, his shoulders starting to shake as laughter took over his body. Joshua joined him, shaking his head along with his chuckles.

"You guys-" the girl exclaimed, her eyebrows shot up as she looked around the table. She was once again stopped, this time by Shua, who tapped her arm and nudged his head towards the waitress who was coming back with the pizza they had ordered.

They quickly thanked her and were about to dive in, but Minnie continued to shake her head in disbelief.

"I really don't like you, guys." Letting the chuckles that followed be the end of the conversation before they started eating.

The four enjoyed their meal, conversing only a slight bit to comment on the taste of the pizza while Joshua continued to admire, "the vibe", making the girl smile in return. While Jeonghan and Minnie were full quickly, having had a filling breakfast not too long before, Joshua ate a tad bit more before leaving the rest to the youngest, who skipped the earlier meal to sleep in. The alcohol was only helping feeling more full, so they decided to get it in a plastic cup to-go, letting them move on with their exploration day through the city.

They left the food court to walk around the outside of the building just like the oldest had suggested when they had arrived.

"Where should we go now?" he asked into the round.

They tried to find a free space to stop and think about their next journey, but the mass of people was making it harder for them to keep together, making Minnie interlock her arm with Joshua's, who was right beside her.

"Well, what kind of vibe do you want to go for?" He asked his fellow '95 Liner.

"Don't you think we need to go to the cathedral?" He wondered in return, catching the attention of the younger members.

"Yeah, let's go there!" Minnie exclaimed.

"Cathedral?" Joshua turned to her, wondering if he had heard the other member correctly, so the girl nodded while Jeonghan continued,

"Okay, then let's go towards the Duomo cathedral!"

"We can see what's along the way or decide on what to do next once we're there," the female member proposed, which the member seemed to agree with as they started to walk together.

Vernon, who appeared to have become the designated navigator, held onto his phone as he walked straight ahead, leaving the other three to stay right behind him, following his every step.

"What do you think about the streets of Europe?" Jeonghan wondered out loud, directing his question towards Joshua, who seemed overly captivated by the architecture around him.

"It's so nice," he spoke dreamingly. "It really has a vibe." His choice of words brought another chuckle out of Minnie as she continued to sip on the plastic cup that she almost finished. "You're lucky you got to grow up in areas like that," he said to her, but she shook her head.

"It didn't look like that where I grew up," she defended herself, but Shua was quick to speak up again.

"But most of Europe has old architecture. And just a lot of history behind buildings and stuff."

"I guess, yeah... but when you grow up in Europe, surrounded by older buildings, you don't really realise just how 'lucky' you are and how... unique it is for others," she explained in detail. "I only noticed how different it was when I came to Korea. But then the way that you think about Florence now is how I thought about Seoul. Seoul was really really cool to me because it was so different."

"Yeah... you're probably right," he told her.

Minnie chuckled, "I know I am," answering him with a bright grin, earning her a nudge to her side with his hip making her slightly stumble as they laughed in chorus.

It didn't take long for them to find it. The curved rooftop of the building came into view as the height overshadowed most constructions in the city. Joshua and Jeonghan got their phones out of their pockets, holding them up to get a few pictures of the cathedral. Just as Minnie was about to do the same, reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she found it empty. Then she realised-

"Can you take good pictures and send them to me, please?" A chuckling Vernon passed her as she decided to stand still, her eyes following him with a glare he couldn't see, thanks to her sunglasses. Her gaze followed the entire front of the construction, trying to find the very top of the roof up in the sky.

The guys couldn't believe their eyes, gasping and throwing out exclaims of admiration as they looked around the open space.

"This is the heart of Florence!" Jeognhan cheered as he walked a bit further ahead than the others. They decided to follow him as he continued their journey deeper into the city centre, making sure to admire every passing building as more marvellous churches followed.

They stopped in front of a specific one, taking a closer look at the statues that decorated the front. In awe of the stone carving, the guys made sure to not let a corner of it get un-photographed. The producers that came along with them were able to answer most questions that the group had. Mostly about the hand carving of each stone and stature right in front of them.

Each member seemed to have found their own way as they slightly parted, leaving the different cameramen to disperse as well, following them individually as they roamed the streets around the cathedral.

Suddenly, Minnie turned towards the producing crew that followed right behind her.

"Where's Yongseok-hyung?"

[All of a sudden?]

Vernon, who was next to her, erupted in chuckles, leaving the two older members, who were further ahead, in confusion, but their attention was on something else anyway.

One of the producers, holding a typical tour guide flag in his hands, laughed at the girl's question. "Minnie-ya, you're watching these beautiful buildings and you're thinking of Yongseok?" The realisation of busting the question in that situation hit her, making her laugh as well.

"No, I- I just realised I didn't even see him in the morning."

"He's preparing more things for all of you, you'll see him later," he assured her, making the girl nod quickly as she dropped a,

"Ah, okay," before she turned her focus back on what was ahead of her.

[To Na PD: please always make sure Minnie sees you before you leave <3]

They found each other again in a smaller side street, that was home to local artists who were able to portray their artwork - everything from oil paintings to pencil drawings and even caricatures, which seemed to have caught the interest of the two oldest.

"Jeonghan-ah!" Joshua called out, "Can I do a caricature?"

"I was going to ask you to do it together!" He shouted back, turning towards the younger members who were standing close by together. "You guys wanna do it all together?"

Minnie chuckled at the excitement radiating off him. She couldn't say no to a happy Jeonghan. "Sure," she nodded, glancing over at Vernon, who joined her as they made their way over to one of the artists who was unoccupied at the moment. Together, the four sat down in front of the man, taking off their glasses as they posed for the drawing. Minnie sat down between her fellow English-speaking members, running a hand down her blouse to straighten it out.

"Let's not look until it's done," the oldest suggested, to which Shua happily agreed, nudging his head at Minnie and Vernon, who were just amused at the two members next to them.

Quicker than expected, the artist finished the pencil drawing, turning his board around to let the group get a glimpse of what he had created. The singers immediately erupted in laughter, with the female member having to lean onto the '98 Liner as she hid her face in his shoulder.

"We're all the same," Vernon chuckled, slanting forward in his seat.

"I don't look like you guys!" The girl gently hit his arm as she couldn't hide her amusement as well.

The rapper shook his head. "The only thing different about you is the hair, other than that, we all look the same." And a closer look at the picture just confirmed it, only making her start giggling again.

They thanked the man and Jeonghan took the picture with him before they continued their journey.

"Ah, that was so funny," Vernon breathed out, the other members smiling along with him. "It was really unexpected."

"That's why it was fun," Jeonghan answered, still clearly amused at the drawing in his hands.

The producers asked the group to find a good spot to take a picture of them holding the caricature before they would decide where to go next. With the sun now shining directly onto them, Joshua, Vernon, and Minnie were back to wearing the sunglasses as they quickly posed for the asked picture, making sure they were standing in the same order as they were on the drawing.

They found themselves at the highest point of the city again after getting the recommendation to go there from the tour guiding producer. The Piazzale Michelangelo was the perfect decision, they realised, the moment the view of the entire city hit them.

"Woah...," Minnie gasped as they got closer to the railing overlooking the rest of what was in front and below them.

Joshua nodded, "That's crazy."

"It must be insane to be here at night," the girl commented, being only able to imagine the lights that would illuminate the darkness. A clear view of an ancient city skyline was not something to be taken for granted. They continued to walk around the space, staying too close to each other as they continued to talk about the view. Joshua suggested taking a few pictures of each other in front of the railing, so they looked out for a free spot to occupy. Jeonghan led them towards one, pushing Shua forward first so he could snap some pictures of his fellow '95 Liner. Vernon followed close by, getting a few shots taken of himself before the oldest pushed Minnie forward too.

"Let me take some pictures of you guys together."

The rapper had one hand on the railing, leaving enough space for the girl to come in closer as they posed together.

"Hehe," Jeonghan chuckled, "cute."

Vernon left only a moment later, leaving the female member alone for a last few pictures.

"I'll send them into the group chat." Doing exactly so only a few seconds later.

A sigh from the youngest made Minnie turn towards him, her eyebrows in a slight frown as he pulled something out of the pocket of his jacket.

"Your phone keeps ringing." In his hand now, her phone, making her scoff as she tried to get it out of his grasp. Damn his reflexes, he shot his arm up in the air, leaving the girl with a sulk as she now had to look up to where he was tightly holding onto it. The girl just sent him an unamused glare while the smile she was trying so hard to suppress was making it hard to take her seriously. Still, Vernon lowered his arm again and handed her her phone back.

"So you did have it?" She sarcastically asked him, but he just shrugged with a soft grin making his lips curl.

"I found it just now." To which Minnie rolled her eyes.

She had already seen the name on her screen, so she was quick to answer it.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you? Why did you take so long to answer?" His immediate concern brought a chuckle out of her.

"Vernon had my phone," she spoke as she glared at the man in question who just sent her a thumbs up, making her shake her head. "He gave it to me now because it was annoying him that you were calling all the time."

"Well, I was trying to reach you for a while. Are you still in Florence?" Mingyu asked her from the other end of the line.

The female member smiled in amusement, "Obviously."

"Where are you right now?"

"Ehm... I think it was called Piazzale Michelangelo. It's like an open space on top of the city."

Her wording seemed to have confused the rapper. "On top?"

"Not directly on top. It's on a hill- wait, I can Facetime you." She pulled the phone away from her ear, clicking on the button that let her turn on the camera. Her face lit up the moment she came to sight with two of her fellow '97 Liners on the screen.

"Hi, Hao!"

"Hi, Minnie! How's Florence?" He wondered.

"Woah... honestly... you would love it here. Both of you would."

"You haven't sent any pictures yet," Mingyu told her.

Minnie had to hold back a roll of her eyes as she remembered just why she wasn't able to do so just yet. "Yeah, Vernon had my phone the entire time. He didn't let me take it."

"Oh," he just said before laughing, the other member joining in.

Suddenly, another voice from behind the phone camera spoke up, "What did you do to him, Minnie-ya?"

"Yongseok-hyung!" The girl called out in cheer," Mingyu turn the phone around!" With a chuckle and a scoff, he did as she asked. "Hi!" The girl shouted into the phone, getting a whole-hearted laugh from the producer.

"Are you enjoying your time in Florence?"

"Yes! Thank you, really. We had a really nice time here. I even asked about you," she admitted.

"Me? Why about me?"

Minnie leaned against the railing behind her as she continued the conversation. "I didn't see you in the morning, so I was wondering where you were."

"Aw, Minnie-ya," the producer chuckled. "That's very sweet of you. I'll see you when you come back."

"Okay!" She grinned into the phone.

"I'm gonna give the phone back to Mingyu." To which she nodded, smiling as soon as the mentioned member was back in view.

"Look," she turned her camera around to give him a peak of what she was currently seeing. An echoed gasp came from the speakers of her phone as Mingyu and Minghao were able to get a look at the city far ahead of them. "It's for real so beautiful." The camera was back on her when she was suddenly joined by the younger member next to her.

"Shua-hyung said it has a romantic vibe."

Minnie frowned at his remark. "Then I don't know why I'm here with you guys." Getting a chuckle from the other end of the line.

"Can you send some pictures?" Mingyu wondered, making her nod.

"Yeah, I'll do it now," she waved into the camera. "I'll see you at home."

"Have fun!" Hao shouted out.

"Stay safe," the rapper added before the girl ended the call. In a swift motion, she turned around to take a few pictures of the view before tapping on the icon that would lead her to her gallery.

With a quick suck in of air, she glanced up at Vernon.

"You took pictures with my phone!" Finding different pictures he had taken over the course of the day, some of the buildings and streets they passed and some of her as she unknowingly wandered in front of him.

"Yeah," he simply just told her, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

Minnie shook her head in disbelief, "You... really..." chuckling as she clicked on a few she would want to send all while his eyes followed each movement of her fingers on her screen.

"You have a separate group chat?!" He suddenly called out, making her gaze at him in slight confusion.

Minnie chuckled at his reaction. "We live together. Of course, we have a group chat." Defending the chatroom she shared with Wonwoo and Mingyu, to which she sent the pictures she had just taken along with Vernon's photos, adding a quick message underneath before sending it.

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