#I'll write more about it after tomorrow's concert ^^

[scarletwinterxx]

unconditional - jeong jaehyun imagine

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Three rings.

It took three rings before you answered the call. It was late so he thought you might be asleep, but he knows you always sleep late so he gave it a try. Just before he was about to hang up he hears your voice from the other line

"What?"

"Not even a hello?" Jaehyun chuckles

"What do you need, Jae? Aren't you rehearsing right now?"

A few hours ago he sent you a text while he was at the practice room, complaining about how he wanted to go home already but he still had a lot of songs to rehearse. It's now past midnight and he just got back home and the first thing he did was call you.

"Nah, I'm back home. I need to wake up early though. I'm going to dye my hair for the fanmeet"

"What is it with you guys and dyeing your hair before enlistment?" you teasingly ask him, referring to your older brother who did the same before shaving his head full of damaged hair just a few months ago. "Are you gonna go bald too?" you ask with a laugh

"Yea no, Jungwoo's not going anywhere near me with a pair of scissors"

"Aw, I was looking forward to that"

"May I remind you how you cried when you saw Taeyong hyung after shaving his head" he reminds you, recalling that emotional night.

The two of you met through your brother, his leader, Taeyong. Through the years you and Jaehyun grew close since you're the same age and used to attend the same school. What he likes most about being friends with you is how you treat him like a normal guy, not some famous boy group member.

To you, he's just Jaehyun.

As for Taeyong, he knows there's something more but he doesn't say anything about it to you. He'll let you figure it out on your own. He already had that talk with his member and even though Jaehyun may be his bestfriend, when it comes to you it's a different conversation. Though Taeyong already knows that Jaehyun's priority is very similar to his, your safety and privacy. Your brother knows you're in safe hands.

"So why did you call again?" you ask your bestfriend

"What's your favorite hair color that I did?"

"Huh? You called just to ask me that? I dunno, blonde? Like your hair during Perfume promotion? Ooooh but pink suites you too"

He listens to you list down all the colors, waiting for you to finally pick one. He lays down on his bed, staring at the canopy above while your voice fills his ears

"Okay I think it's blonde" you say with finality like it's such a serious discussion

"Are you looking at pictures of me?" he asks, a teasing hint in his voice

"I need reference, just to be sure. Why are you asking me anyways?"

"Nothing, just curious. Anyways, I got the tickets for you for the fanmeet"

"Oh shit, didn't I tell you I can't come? I have this thing I can't miss"

Jaehyun immediately sits up on his bed, mood already deflating. It's the last time he'll perform before his enlistment and he was hoping you'd be there. You're always there to watch the group and even the individual members' concerts, in a way you try to show your support while your brother is away.

"Really? You can't reschedule the other thing or maybe come the second day?" he asks, voice still hopeful

"I'll ask my supervisor, no promises though. Sorry, this was scheduled since last month"

"No, don't worry about it. Guess I'll just see you after? I still have your gift from Paris"

"You didn't need to get me anything, I told you! Anyways I need to go, talk to you tomorrow" you hang up the call before he can say anything else.

There's really no other agenda, you weren't about to miss your bestfriend's first solo event. You were going to be there no matter what, rain or shine. You just wanted to surprise him.

The two of you still messaged back and forth before the event, until the morning of the fanmeet Jaehyun was hoping for a change of plan from you but it's been hours since he last heard from you.

"The fans are coming in now, you're going on in less than an hour" his manager tells him "Some of the members are here too, just waiting for the others"

"Okay"

He scrolls through his phone, singing quietly to himself while he waits. People are going in and out of the dressing room so he didn't pay much attention to whose coming in through the doors, little did he know one of the staff member was guiding out just outside the door while you hold a big bouquet of flowers.

"Did I overdo it?" you ask his manager, earning a chuckle from them "I think he'll like it" he tells you

"He better, I spent a good amount of money for these. He's in there right?"

"Mhm, he's alone now. You can go in, maybe he'll stop moping around"

You thank staff for helping you before stepping in his dressing room, he's sitting on the couch with his back to you so he still hasn't seen you.

"Heard you were moping around, maybe this will cheer you up"

Jaehyun turns his head so fast, almost gave himself a whiplash. Checking to see if he heard that right, if it was really you. And there you are, standing a few feet from him with the biggest bouquet of flowers

"Thought you were busy today?" was all he can say.

He really thought you weren't coming today, he was feeling really down despite looking forward to this event for weeks. He just really wanted to share this day with you and now you're here.

"I was lying, forgive me but I wanted to surprise you so you can't be mad at me" you tell him, walking over to where he was. He stands up from his seat to meet you in the middle, you give him the flowers smiling so big your cheeks hurt.

"You really think I was going to miss this? How little did you think of me?" you tease him, there you notice his blonde hair recalling your conversation from a few nights ago "You look cute, I like your hair"

He still hasn't said anything, just looking at you like he can't believe you're here

"Yah, what's with you? You okay?" you ask

Instead of saying anything, he pulls you in for a hug. One arm around your waist while the other holds the flowers you got for him.

"Thank you for coming" he whispers against your hair. You smile at his words, you throw your arms around his shoulder to give him a proper hug "Wouldn't miss it for the world. Are you going to sing my song though?" you jokingly ask as you break from the hug

He looks down at you, now mirroring the smile you had. His previously somber mood making a complete turn for the better now that you're here.

"Which one?" he teases back, even though you think he's only joking there's truth to his words. His songs is his way of confessing his feelings to you. It's not as easy to say the words outright but when he sings them, it's much much easier.

He remembers how much you liked it when he made a cover of 'Like Me Better', that was one of those rare moments he's seen you fangirl over him. When he found out one of your favorite movie moments ever was the one from 10 Things I Hate About You, the scene where Heath sings for Julia, he decided to do a cover of that two. The smile you had on when you first heard his voice singing it is forever etched in his mind.

From then on, you've been referring to it as 'your song'. He performed it too during his birthday event, you were there in the crowd of course wearing a disguise but he didn't forget to throw a smile your way as if to let you know that that song is indeed for you and only you.

"Wait and find out, I'm not gonna spoil it to you"

"So you are singing it" you grin at him, already getting excited

"I'm singing my songs too, aren't you excited for that"

"I am, shut up" you give him a punch on the shoulder, "Oh and Taeyong oppa said goodluck" you add, walking to where he was sitting before. He puts the flower down, following you on the couch while the two of you wait for his manager to call him on stage

"Are you gonna cry tonight? Promise I won't make fun of you... a lot"

He knows you would, like he knows how you would probably take a video if ever do cry. "If I cry, then you'll cry too"

"I'm a sympathetic crier, sue me"

"Your brother will kill me if I make you cry so you better not, oh now that you're here" he takes a paper bag from his stuff, passing it over to you

"Ooo goodies from Paris, is it a keychain? fridge magnet? Wait what the hell, Jaehyun?! This is expensive" you say as you open the cartier box

"Early Christmas gift" he shrugs

"You said that was the Prada bag you got me last time you were in L.A"

"That was your birthday present"

"I can't accept this, Jae. This is too much" you tell him but he's already taking the love bracelet out of the box along with the little screwdriver to put it on for you

"Add it to your stack, it will look good" he mumbles, his focus on putting the bracelet on your wrist

"You gave these too! You're spoiling me too much" you laugh, watching him struggle a bit

"Good, so now other guys won't impress you that easy while I'm gone" he mumbles, finally the bracelet locks on your wrist. He looks up at you, sending you smile then lets go of your hand. You shoot him a look, as if asking him what he meant but he choose to ignore you.

"Hey, we need you out there now. Let's go" his managers peeks his head inside, calling for Jaehyun.

He stands up, you follow behind him but before he steps out the door you hold him by the arm "We're going to talk" you tell him

"About what?" he asks, blinking back at you

"You're insufferable, you know that"

He chuckles at your statement, taking the hand that was holding his arm to hold it in his instead. Intertwining his fingers with yours. You look down at your linked hands, it should feel weird. He's your bestfriend for goodness sake. But instead it feels right, like your hands were molded to fit together.

Hoping he doesn't notice your cheeks getting warm, you keep a straight face while looking up at him.

"Told you, my songs are about you. Didn't you hear the part I said I've been crushing on you but I've just been keeping it to myself"

"How was I suppose to know that was about me?!"

"Who else would it be about?" he asks back, still smiling at you. His dimples on full display

"My answer is always you" he teases. Another song lyric, you know that one too. Rolling your eyes at his comment, you give his side a pinch using your free hand

"Jaehyun we need you backstage!" the two of hear his manager shout from outside

"You have so much explaining to do, Jeong Jaehyun" you tell him, letting go of his hand to push him out the door but he don't budge.

He smiles at you again before swooping down to give you a kiss on the corner of your mouth, catching you totally of guard.

"I'll tell you everything there is to know, later. For now I got a show to do. Gonna make sure my girl won't take her eyes off me" he winks then he opens the door, leaving of behind in utter shock.

You walk out the dressing room, watching Jaehyun's back as he makes his way to the stage. Before he turns to the corners, he looks back at where you're standing sending you a quick smile and a salute. You smile back at him, waving your hand to send him off.

[cooneyscross]

Leah williamson pleaseeee🙏🙏🙏

Enchanted - Leah Williamson

Leah Williamson x singer!reader

summary - You write a song about England's captain after meeting her briefly at an event not expecting her to share your feelings

Last night had gone by in a blur, you hardly remembered anything that happened. Everything except the short conversation you had shared with a certain blonde. You had accidentally bumped into whilst walking around causing her to spill her drink.

After the first glance, you were captivated by her. She was literally the girl you spent your spare time dreaming about after your last relationships had failed drastically. For the last 24 hours she was all you could think about your thoughts consumed by the short conversation you had shared.

Lights, camera, smile. You were walking around the large area, sipping from your third glass of champagne already and you weren't even half way through the event. You were exhausted from your recent concerts at Wembley, you would've much preferred to be at your apartment watching movies and eating junk. But instead you were being forced to smile for too many cameras.

You were contemplating pulling a sickie and getting an uber home but your mindset switched when you felt yourself collide with another body. 'Shit, I'm sorry.' You look up at the girl in front of you who's previously full glass was now all over the ground and their shoes. You were lost for words, she was hands down the most gorgeous girl you had ever laid eyes on. 'I can get you a new pair, if you'd like.' You offer but your voice is hardly a whisper, your hearts heavy beats probably more audible as nerves take over.

'It's fine, I'll probably never wear them again.' She laughs, the blondes laugh is the greatest laugh you've ever heard, you make it your goal for the night to hear it again. 'Have we met before?' She asks, a quizzical look meeting your gaze.

'I think I'd remember meeting someone as pretty as you.' You blurt out, eyes widening and hand slapping over your mouth once you realise what you just said.

She chuckled at your flustering. 'You think I'm pretty?' She teased a small smirk painting her face.

'No! Yes! I mean, please just forget I said anything.' you say shyly looking down at your feet as you went bright red. The cute blonde let out a laugh. Little did she know how cute you really thought she was.

'I'm Leah by the way.' The unfamiliar girl introduced holding her had for you to shake.

'I'm Y/N L/N.' You say back shaking the girls hand watching as her jaw drops.

'No way am I shaking the Y/N L/N's hand.' She said her voice a pitch higher from excitement. 'I feel like the worst person on earth for not recognising you sooner.' you laughed lightly before you were taken out of the moment by another voice calling Leah's name.

'Leah, I've been looking everywhere for you, let's go you have training early tomorrow.' He says drawing Leah's attention away from the you, you looked to the new man who hadn't even acknowledged your presence, but that didn't matter all that mattered was that Leah was leaving and you had no clue how you were going to find her again.

Leah began following the new man but turned around to face you again. 'It was enchanting to meet you, y/n.' Leah smiled before walking off. Yes it was very enchanting.

Her last words she spoke to you had left you in shock, almost as much shock as when you realized that Leah was in fact the Leah Williamson, you felt like an idiot for not recognizing the English footballer sooner.

But still you couldn't stop thinking about the six words that had such an affect on you that you decided to write a whole song based off them, hence why you spent 5 hours last night writing and rewriting the lyrics to your newest song. One you knew would make the fans go crazy over, but you hoped Leah wouldn't find it to weird.

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sadiesink prettiest girl evaaa

yourinstagram says you

madisonbeer miss you y/n/n

yourinstagram come to london mads 🙏

username the things I would let her do to me

user73 the bi panic is real

maddieziegler ugly

yourinstagram 🪞🪞🪞 username02 i want a relationship with my best friend like the one they have yourinstagram trust me you don't user23 help she's so unserious

wosofan77 did anyone else see the pictures of her and leah together

LW6 yes! leah looked like the biggest fangirl

y/n'sbiggestfan is it just me or does the caption sound like a new song lyric????

yourinstagram 😏

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During a meeting with your publisher a few days after you'd finalised your new song and recorded it so it was ready to be released, you were sitting around doing nothing when a loud ping interrupted your daydreaming.

Your jaw dropped.

leahwilliamsonn started following you!

A loud scream left your mouth and you instantly rung your best friend Maddie, who you'd already told everything to involving the Leah situation.

'What do you want now?' Maddie's grumpy voice asked but you didn't care about how pissed she sounded.

'Leah followed me!' You squealed into the phone earning a groan from your best friend.

'Woo.' The american said in the most unenthusiastic, most sarcastic tone you've ever heard.

'You should be happy for your best friend.' You say childishly pouting.

'I would be if you hadn't called me at 5:50 on a Saturday morning, you know this is the day when I have a lie in.' She complains causing you to make an 'o' shape wit your mouth, you'd forgotten about the time difference between London and America.

'Sorry!' You apologise but only momentarily sympathising with the girl before returning to, in your opinion, more important matters. 'Well now you're awake, will you atleast give me advice on what to do. I don't want to embarrass myself.'

'I couldn't care less what you do, just follow her back or something. It's not that deep.' She tells you and you can tell by the way she yawns she just wants to be back in bed.

'Ok, sorry for waking you up. I'll let you get back to your beauty sleep now.' You say waiting for her to say goodbye but instead she just hands up. You roll your eyes, before opening instagram on your phone and hovering your finger over the follow back button next to Leah's profile which you had already spent hours stalking on a fake account. You repeat the words Maddie had told you in your mind a couple of times before manning up and pressing the button. After a while when nothing explodes you let out a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding.

Your publisher then returns to the room holding a couple of papers which she hands to you. 'You know the drill Miss L/N, I love the song and can't wait for you release it. It's going to be a hit.' She smiles and you grin back.

'Thank you so much for all your help, it doesn't go unnoticed.' You tell her. You both say goodbye before you head home.

For the first time in your career, you were releasing a single that you hadn't told the fans about. You didn't really care what they thought, you just prayed that a certain blonde footballer would like the song and not find it creepy.

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maddieziegler proud of you

yourinstagram 🫶🏽

y/n'sbiggestfan I was right!!!

liawaelti love the song!

katie_mccabe11 so does another Leah... victoriapelova she is going to kill you katie user27 help what are they on about

user43 does anyone know who this is about??

maddiezeigler 🙋

taylorswift 💜

yourinstagram no way your freaking kidding me

oliviarodrigo 🐐🐐🐐

leawilliamsonn 💙💙

upthegunners LEAH?!

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Your song was going viral, fans were going crazy over who you had written it about. But you didn't care, you were still obsessing over the fact that Leah hadn't just liked but also commented on your post. Maybe that meant she didn't find it weird, or maybe she hadn't put the pieces together it was about her.

Surely she had though.

You had made sure to let all your friends know how Leah had interacted with your post, but much to your dismay, most of them hung up mid call. So now you were left alone with a bottle of prosseco, celebrating your latest hit.

You were still wondering what Leah was thinking about the song. You were kind of stressed whether the Arsenal star was finding it creepy how you'd written a whole song about a girl you'd spoken to for the best part of ten minutes. But those worries were put to rest when you checked your instagram.

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katiemccabe_11 Leah the simp

leahwilliamsonn piss of McCabe

keirawalsh Leah's in loveeee

leahwilliamsonn i regret posting this now

leahfanpage the way I screamed

user65 bro same, this was not what i was expecting

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leahwilliamsonn sent yourinstagram a message...

Part 2? (also sorry this is terrible)

[selfproclaimed-moviecritic]

From Across the Hall- Doctor Robby x Reader: Part Two

Part One is here !

Summary: You have a little movie date at his apartment a week after he patched you up (ya'll get freaky on the couch.)

Warnings: AU. PWP. Smut in the following forms; Fingering, Robby has a dirty mouth, Daddy kink >:), one singular pussy spank, lots of grinding on each other, pussy pronouns, your wrists get tied up with his belt (idk how to tag that), teasing, darker version of Robby, degradation, reader gets called a slut, Robby is a GIVER, Reader does have hair that can be pulled, idk there's probably more but I'm not all that concerned about it.

Authors notes: *Reader can be any size, race, ethnicity, etc. Reader does have tattoos, but they are not mentioned in this chapter.* Once again this is a darker version of Dr. Robby that I think is interesting. My man has demons ok??? So what if they come out in a sexual manner he has NEEDS. Anyways, I wrote this part when I was sick in bed so hopefully its good idk. It ends on a bit of cliffhanger, enjoy!!

Unfortunately for you, the next few days were devoid of any encounters with Dr. Robby. You both were working different hours at your jobs. You were pulling extra shifts at yours and you knew that the shifts at the hospital would be sometimes 16 hrs to 24 hrs long. About a week after he had patched you up, you were leaving your apartment and noticed a note attached to your door. 

"Birdie, I haven't forgotten about you. Been busy at the hospital as you can imagine. Tomorrow I'm off. If you're not busy, come over around 7:30pm. Let's watch a horror movie if you're up for it." -R 

You smiled widely. You fish a pen out of your purse and flip the note over to write a reply. 

"Lucky for you I'm off tomorrow evening. I'll be over. Horror movies are my favorite, how did you know? ;) I'll bring the popcorn!" 

You signed the note with a little tiny drawing of a bird, and taped it on to his door. 

You made your way down the stairs with an extra skip in your step. You had honestly been worried he had forgotten about you. He had been taking up space in your late night fantasies. 

The way his cock felt against you when he pulled you close. His large hands moving all down your body. His deep, gravely voice in your ear. The way he manhandled you over to him. It was turning you on now just thinking about it. You take a deep breath as you head out of your apartment building to try and reset yourself before work. 

The next day and a half you spent in eager anticipation. When you got home from work the day you were going over to Robbys, you spent extra time in the shower, making sure you were nice and smooth and smelling absolutely delicious for him. You lathered on your favorite lotion afterwards.

After putting on a bit of makeup, you decided to wear a Jason Voorhees crop top and some tight black cloth shorts over to his house. You made some popcorn, tossed it into a bowl, and grabbed two bottles of some cheap beer, and headed over to his house at around 7:35pm. 

You knocked on the door, and he quickly answers. He opens the door and gives you a smile. "Hey there Birdie." You look up at him through your eyelashes and give him a flirty smile. "Hey Doctor Robby. Are you ready for our date?" You wink at him. He gives you a smirk and opens the door wider for you. You slink past him and he watches your ass sway as you walk past. 

You set the popcorn and beer on the kitchen counter. He follows you over. You peer around his place, taking note of everything. You hadn't been in there before but it was cozy. Across from the kitchen was the living room. He had a large TV with a nice speaker system. A dark brown, L shaped leather couch adorned with some pillows. A black table was placed in between the TV and couch. Various medical books and magazines were strewn across it. 

The walls in the living room were decorated with various concert and movies posters. Most notebly, a large vintage poster of 'the Silence of the Lambs'. You squint at it. "Holy shit, is that signed?"  You point over at it.

Robby leans against the counter next to you and laughs. "Yeah I got that signed years ago. I was in Chicago for a medical conference. A local theatre nearby  was playing the movie for its 10 year anniversary and the director-" You grab his forearm and gasp. "You got to meet Jonathan Demme!?" "Yeah, he was really cool and was signing posters. Figured I would snag one. It's one of my favorite movies." You let go of his arm and give him a little playful push of his shoulder. 

"Can't believe you got to meet him. That's one of my favorites too! I would have asked him a million questions." He smiles then moves to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. "I bet you would." He says a little quietly, but his voice is deep and rough. A small shudder runs down your spine. You need him. Bad. 

His fingers move from your ear down past your jaw and slowly move down to your lip. They stop there and his thumb grazes over your lip. "Your lip healed pretty nicely. Sorry I didn't get to check in on you last week. Work was hell." You peered into his eyes and saw a quiet pain he held there after mentioning work. You bring your hand up to his wrist, and move your chin further into his hand so now his thumb and index fingers gripped your chin.  

"Let's forget about work. What movie are we watching?" He gives you a small smile. "Let's go look at our options." He brought his hand away from your chin and took you by the arm. 

You both settle on to the couch. It was extremely comfortable, and you could picture Robby falling asleep here after a long shift, the blue glow of the TV filling the room late into the night. 

He turns the TV on, and you both make casual conversation about which horror movies you like.  Which ones are actually scary, which are overrated, and ones you think should have more popularity. You both decide on Halloween (1978). 

The movie starts and you both focus on watching it for the first 30 minutes. Robby slides his hand behind you on the couch and spreads his legs a bit wide to get comfortable. You can't help but take occasional side glances at his bulge. It's so prominent in those cargo pants he always wears. You're so horny and it doesn't help that you picked Halloween. The thought of Michael Myers man handling you always gets you aroused. 

After about another 15 minutes, you decide to scoot a bit closer to him, and fold your legs up underneath yourself and to the side. Your body is facing towards him but your head remains facing the screen. Robbys arm leaves the side of the couch it was on, and it falls to your outward facing thigh. It's so large and warm. You bite your lip, hoping he wouldn't notice. 

A few more minutes go by when you hear him clear his throat. "It's kinda cold in here, why don't you come a little closer?" You turn your head and he pats beside him, with his eyebrow raised. You give a small smirk and slide further over. Although before you stop, he grabs you by your bicep and hauls you into his lap. 

He brings you in close to his chest, your foreheads within a few inches of each other. Staring into his eyes, you see they're almost pitch black. Gone are his soft, kind brown eyes. This is a side you've never seen but got a small glance of the other night when you felt his hard cock against you. But you like this side too. A lot. 

"Now I know you didn't come over here dressed like this to just watch a movie. These shorts are something else." He pinches the bottom hem and snaps them against your skin. You whimper and move your legs around his waist so you're straddling him now. 

You grind yourself softly down on his bulge while you place your hands on his broad shoulders. "I figured I owed you one after you patched me up." His hands travel up your body, one makes it up and into your hair. He gives it a tug, exposing your neck. "That's right, don't want to forget to pay your doctor bill." You smile and continue to rock your hips against his increasingly hardening cock. 

He begins to kiss and nip at your neck, all while his one hand grips at your hair to hold you in place. His other hand makes his way underneath and up your shirt. 

He growls a little in your ear at the feeling of you being braless. "Oh Birdie.....no bra? Such a dirty girl." "Didn't see the point in putting one on when I knew you were going to take it off anyways." You whimper.

He flips up your shirt to expose your tits to him. You continue to slowly rock your hips, grinding up and down his clothed cock. You were getting increasingly more desperate for him.

He leans forward while looking into your eyes, and brings his hand down from your hair to your lower back. You arch into it and moan as he brings his mouth to one of your tits. His other hand leaves your hip and gropes at your other tit. He swirls his tongue around your nipple, as he pinches the other one. The sting of the pain feels so good. He knows exactly the right amount of pressure to apply. With the hand on your back, he helps guide you on rocking back and forth against his cock in his lap.

His mouth leaves your tit and goes back to your neck. Giving you sloppy, wet kisses. "Goddamn baby, fuckin perfect tits. Every inch of you is so fuckin incredible." He mumbles into your neck. His beard against your skin causes a shiver down your spine. You lift your hips and he slides your shorts down your thighs, along with your thong. You stand up for a second to fully take them off. You step out of them, then go back to straddling him. You peel your shirt off and toss it aside. You were getting so worked up, so you decide to work one of your hands into his waistband.

"Uh uh Birdie, give me those hands." He says roughly. He grabs your wrists and tugs you forward. He lifts his hips and with his other hand, rips his belt off in one motion. He wraps the belt around your wrists and hands, securely it tightly. "You don't get to use them anymore." He says sternly.

He flips you over so your back is now against his chest. Robby settles down into the couch with you snug in between his spread legs. His hard cock against your lower back. You swear you can feel it occasionally twitch against you. His nose pokes the side of your ear as he leans in and whispers. "Spread those legs for me, nice and wide." You whimper and spread them for him, the leather underneath you is a little cool on your skin but it feels good. You feel like you're burning up with how worked up you are. 

He positions your tied up hands right above your naked mound. Teasing you with how in proximity you are to where you needed touched the most. He settles his hands on your thighs, spreading his fingers out to squeeze the tops of them tight. He settles his head on top of your shoulder so he can see the view in front of him. He takes a deep inhale, and then lets out a big sigh. 

"Fuckkk look at you. Ever since you moved in I always wondered what you would look like all spread out for me." The thumbs of both his hands start to graze back and forth on the inner parts of your thighs. You arch your back a little and whimper. "Really?" you ponder. You wiggle your fingers a bit, desperate to try and touch yourself. Craving even the slightest bit of pleasure. He may have tied your wrists together but you can still move some of your fingers.

"Oh Birdie....The things I've been wanting to do to you...." He begins to kiss your neck again, leaving a few hickeys in his path. You let out another small whine. You find you are able to move your middle finger down a few inches from where your hands rest. But right as you're about to circle your finger over your clit, your arms are jerked back. A sudden swat to your cunt has you seeing stars. You initially gasp but it turns into a moan towards the tail end of it. 

"Now that's not being much of a good girl is it?" He growls deeply into your ear. "That's real fuckin bad girl behavior. Touching yourself before I even can. Fuckin greedy if you ask me." You lean your head back against his chest and whine a little. "I'm sorry I'm just-" You bite your lip in frustration. "Just want you so badly" you voice is breathy and full of desperation. 

He pushes his cock against your lower back. "Aw, that desperate for me huh? So needy Birdie my goodness." Your eyes flutter at the feeling of his hard bulge pressing into you. "Gonna need you to apologize again for getting ahead of yourself there." He's purposely taunting you, making you crave and desire him even more. You nod your head and try to look up at him from where you rested against him. You decide to take a chance with what you say next. "I'm sorry Daddy, it won't happen again." 

A gutteral moan leaves his throat as the word "daddy" leaves your lips. You feel his cock twitch and his grip tightens on your thighs. Enough to leave marks. "Fuck you're filthy. Calling me Daddy while you're sitting in my lap like this. It's taking everything in me not to just hold you down and fuck you senseless." His right hand moves up from your thigh to your mouth. "Open your mouth for daddy". You obey and he sticks his index and middle inside. You twirl your tongue around them, getting them coated in spit. Drool leaving your mouth. You moan around him. This isn't your first rodeo that's for sure. 

He rips them out of your mouth and places them immediately on your clit, with more pressure than you were expecting. It causes you to arch you back and moan loudly. "Let me hear those pretty little noises I know you can make baby. Don't be shy now. I know a cockslut when I see one." He rumbles in your ear. His fingers are circling your clit in such an expert manner that your mind is devoid of any thoughts, just focused on the immense pleasure you're experiencing. "Didn't even really need you to wet my fingers. Your pussys already dripping all over my fucking couch." 

You try your best not to move too much but the way his fingers work your clit has got you practically writhing in his lap. You rest your head on his shoulder and are almost panting from how good everything feels. You're already on the cusp of an orgasm from how worked up you've been since you got here. His hand that was on your thigh moves to your slit. 

While his one hand works your clit, the other teases your wet slit, back and forth. Back and forth, painfully slow. "Mhmm Birdie. Bet you're desperate to be filled right now huh?" He whispers in your ear. All you can do is moan in response. "That's what I thought. Little slut like yourself just wants her holes filled any way she can." 

The degrading nature of his words is not something you ever expected from him. You had other people degrade you before but something about it coming from him felt different than all the others. 

"Let's give your little pussy what she needs." He then takes two fingers and slowly, achingly inserts them inside you. "Oh fuckkk" you groan, and draw out your words, then twist your lower half a little. The feeling is incredible. 

"Goddamn you're tight." He mutters to himself, starting to pump his fingers in and out of you, all while still circling your clit. "Feeling full yet Birdie? Wasn't sure if a slut like yourself can be satiated by just my fingers but I'm now I'm not so sure with that look on your face." 

Your eyes are shut and your mouth is hanging open. "I'm...I'm close..." You whine. He laughs cruelly in your ear. "Already? But I've got so much more planned for you." He starts to move his fingers in out of you faster, the sounds filling the apartment are absolutely obscene. 

He then curls his fingers hitting that particular spot inside you that makes you see edges of white around your eyes. "Fuck!" You shout and writhe against him. Your arms still confined against you. Unable to grip anything, you dig your fingers into your palm. 

"You better ask for permission before you come Birdie." He is so commanding with his voice, even thought it's just a deep whisper in your ear. You shake your head. "Can I come for you daddy?" You breath out. You feel him grin then groan against your ear.

"Come for daddy, wanna feel this tight cunt squeezing my fingers." Your eyes widen and your orgasm hits you like a freight train. 

"Holy fuck!" your eyes flutter and your body shakes with pleasure. Your orgasm rolls through you, and Robby whispers in your ear, talking you through it. "Goddamn you look so good coming undone. This tight little hole clenching around me, your pretty moans. Your beautiful body." He slowly slips his fingers out of you, and brings them up to his mouth for a taste. 

"Jesus Christ you taste so sweet." He licks them clean.  You're still ruminating in the afterglow of your orgasm, and he undo's the belt around your wrists. You move your hands, rotating your wrists in circles. 

You both don't say anything for a moment. You move out of his lap to rest your head on a pillow that's at the opposite end of the couch. You just need to catch your breath for a moment. 

"That was....fuck that was insane." You let out a little huff of a laugh, and move some hair out of your face. He cocks his head to the side. "Ready for more?" You shake your head up and down and he grins. 

He moves from where he was sitting, to now being on top of you. He lines up his face with yours and he kisses you, more tenderly than before. Not as rough, more gentle and soft. You once again rock your hips a little against him, his stiff cock rutting up against you. He's still fully clothed. 

He breaks the kiss, and looks into your eyes. "Time to get another taste of ya." You grin, and he kisses you again, then slowly makes his way down your body. His hand traveling down and across your torso, feeling every inch. Squeezing every part. His beard is rough against your body but it tickles your skin in the most delicious way.

Just as he's about to settle in between your thighs, you hear a vibrating noise. 

You both look over to the table beside the couch. It's his cellphone, the caller ID says 'Jack Abbot'. He sighs and sits up. "I'm sorry Birdie I gotta take this."

To be continued in Part 3! <3

[dirtylittlefairytales]

Don't play with fire | - Part 2 - |

Autors Note: I recommend to read Part 1 first. This is going to be a rollercoaster, but I hope you like it. I liked writing it and I'm really happy I started writing again. Now I try writing smut too. If you like the song 'Unholy from Sam Smith' listening to it later on, made the scene better. At least I listened to it while I wrote the scene.

Also as before, english is not my first language, I hope I corrected most mistakes.

Summary: After having a panic attack and realizing that Cooper could be the Butcher., you tried living your life normally again, until you got a text from an unknown number. Should you go to the police? Half a year later everything is normal again, at least you think it is.

-> Writing in 'italic' is supposed to be the your thoughts

Warnings: Dark!Fic, Describing of a Panic attack, Age Gap! (Legal), Swearing! Praise! Alcohol consumption!, drugs!, bit of Smut, Angst!, Arguing

Rating: R

Word count: 7,4k

Tagging: @a-movie-that-youve-never-seen, @amethystblackkchaos, @hereforthehitsbaby, @waywardtigersandwich

That was your first panic attack you had in your life. You spend that day at the hospital, your mom picking you up in the evening. She didn’t pry for information, although she was very worried. When you got back to her house and sat in the living room over a hot tea, you told her everything– Though more like everything she could know.

You told her about the concert, how you weren’t feeling well because of the crowd of people. So you went home early, then your bike got stolen and your boss fired you after some nasty words. You said you didn’t know how you ended up at the hospital, you were just aimlessly walking and then woke up in the hospital. Remembering a lot of concerned voices around you but nothing more. 

Seeing that you were near tears again your mom started to hug you for several minutes. You let it all out. All those bottle up emotions of the day. You just didn’t know what to do with all these emotions. It was too much, like you weren’t in control anymore.

“You know sweety, you should move closer again. Ah no disagreeing! Think about it. You know my grandparents also had their apartment. Please consider it, I worry about you.” she said, squeezing your shoulders. “You could save so much money!”

“Okay mom. I promise I’ll think about it, but not today. Let me find a new job first.” you tried avoiding the situation. She nodded

“Well, come one you can sleep in your old room today. Tomorrow I'll drive you to the mechanic so you can get your car back.”

“Thanks mom.”, she kissed the top of your head and pushed you towards the stairs. Shaking your head, you went up towards your old room. You could barely say no to anything, when it came to your mom. However, moving back was the one thing you didn’t want. It was stupid. You wanted to live independent and not in your moms apartment, where she probably wouldn’t even allow you to pay rent.

Stepping inside your room, everything looked as you last remembered it. Your mom tried to make it look like your old room. The big double bed near the window, with the one teddy bear on it. A small wooden closet near the wall. You closed the curtains on the window and went to bed. 

On the bathroom mirror you could see a bruise starting to form on your shoulder, where Cooper had gripped it. Clearly you couldn’t wear something without sleeves the next few weeks. 

Before going to sleep you checked your phone. You nearly forgot about it. There was nothing. No new contact, no number saved anywhere, everything was the same. You remember it clearly, he told you he had saved his number, but nothing. You checked your phone completely. Looked through everything, photos, deleted messages, deleted contacts. Still nothing.

‘Had he just been toying with you? Playing into your anxiety?’ After checking your phone for a second time you gave up. Maybe you imagined it, maybe you should just call it a day. As soon as you put your phone down and your head hit your pillow you were out. The events of that day were finally catching up with you. 

Waking up the next day, you still felt exhausted but overall better. True to her word, your mom drove you to the mechanic, and reminded you to visit her once a week like you promised her on her last birthday. No more work excuses. 

You promised, she was getting older and you did want to spend more time with her. She turned 59 this year. You loved her, she always did her best. Recently your grandfather passed away, leaving everything to your mom. Your grandparents had an estranged relationship with your mom, but seeing as she was their only child… she inherited it all. Now your mom could live without worries. She had a house and had a spare apartment. Seeing as they did have a bit of money.

Over the next week you wrote more job applications and went to a couple of interviews. Until you finally found yourself a new job. The company and boss seemed nice and you even got to work from home 10 days a month. Big plus and the pay was decent. You stayed in your apartment most of the time after the concert, fearing you might run into Cooper somewhere. You were quite paranoid. Fearing what he would do to you. Were you going to be next, if he was the Butcher? 

With the new job, came new energy and you started to live again. Step by step you were going outside, to the office, meeting your friends or going out for drinks. Still sometimes, you looked around you. Feeling like someone was staring holes in your back.

The second panic attack came when on a day you were working from home. A few weeks had passed and overall it started like a totally normal day, just a few calls. Not much work to do that day and around lunch time you still wore your pajamas. When you went into the kitchen to cook, you suddenly got a text message from an unknown number. First you thought it was someone from work. Though, the number didn’t seem familiar, so maybe it was a customer? However, none had your private number. You opened the message and instantly knew who sent that text.

–You should watch the news. Unfortunately I must tell you that Spencer didn't seem to be very grateful. Sorry to disappoint you sweetheart. –

You dropped your phone, heart pounding in your chest. ‘Sweetheart– Was that Cooper? So he did have your number… Why should you watch the news?’ Slowly you crept down, picking up your phone from the floor and almost dropping it again. Your hands trembled so much. 

After releasing a shuddering breath, you put your phone in your pocket and stepped towards your living room. One step at time, fearing you might fall if you walked too fast. Holding on to your sofa for dear life, you reached for the remote. 

Turning on the TV, unsure of what you would find, you switched programs until you found the news channel. Your hands still trembling, you took deep breaths trying to calm yourself.

‘Maybe you should sit down?’ – Letting yourself fall onto the sofa you turned up the volume. You saw a lot of police in the background then view switched to the reporter, who started speaking

“Yesterday in the early hours, two hikers found something horrible on their daily hiking trail. We waited for further information from the police and we can now announce that the Butcher has found yet another victim. This marks the 13th victim of the Butcher.”

Your knuckles around the remote turned white from anticipation, your fingernails digging in your own palm. ‘Maybe you should stop with the acrylic nails’ You held your breath. They showed a photo of a young man on the screen. It wasn’t someone you knew.

“The victim seems to be a young man named Spencer–” Spencer.. That was the name he told you that day. You didn’t even listen to the rest of the news. Completely blending everything out, thoughts racing in your head. A sob escaped you, your whole body shook uncontrollably. Gasping for air, crying, you had your second panic attack. It felt even stronger then the first one, but maybe it was only because you were more aware now. 

A part of you felt like you killed Spencer. You had thought he was just playing with your fear. It was your fault. ‘What have you done… you were right all along. Your sixth sense didn’t leave you. Why haven't you gone to the police? Were you an accomplice now? Why haven’t you told somebody? You could have saved him…’ The answer was simple. You hadn’t been 100% sure. Hell until now you thought you imagined most of his weird behavior, were overthinking it, writing it off as anxiety.

Helplessly you wandered around towards your kitchen in the search for a bag. When you finally found one, you sank down against your cupboard. Taking deep breaths with the plastic bag to calm your breathing. After calming down and just sitting silently in your kitchen for 20 minutes, you got up and shut down the TV.

‘You couldn’t go to the police, could you? What if they held you responsible for it because you didn’t say anything until now. You didn’t even know his last name or where he lived.’ 

A dry and humorless laugh escaped you. Putting your face in your hand, trying to come to terms with reality. Finally you pushed your hair back and grabbed your phone.

Pondering if you should write back? Try to get information from him and go to the police? Could you get burned even more? Thinking for another minute you decided against it. Panic and anxiety controlled your actions. Your course of action was going in the complete opposite direction. Simply deleting the message. Deleting the evidence, deleting a small part of your guilt– ‘out of sight out of mind’

You didn’t continue work that day, called in sick, went to bed and just stared aimlessly at the ceiling. Thinking about everything. About the concert, about every small detail you remembered. All the strange things you thought he did, but in the end you thought it was just your imagination. 

This was so fucked up, why were you still alive and not locked up in some basement? Why were you still alive? He knew that you knew. By sending you that text, it almost seemed like he wanted you to know. It hardly made any sense to you. After hours and hours of thinking and getting a headache from it, you fell asleep rather exhausted.

Not even a day after you even changed your number, telling your friends and mom another lie. The excuse, you got too many spam calls on it, seemed to be good enough. You were that anxious that you were one step away from moving back into your mom's house. However you didn't want to exaggerate.

Everything you did, to feel secure didn’t help. The anxiety remained. Whenever you went outside you felt like a scared mouse, always looking around, getting in your car and inside the office building as quickly as possible. At first you looked for a black van, then you remembered that stupid little you had the great idea to reveal to him what the profiler said. Of course he was not driving that van anymore. Perhaps now he drove around in a girly pink car.

‘How could you have been so stupid?’, you wanted to bang your head against the table. You even judged Lady Raven for her naivety and here you were telling the Butcher what car to not drive. What to look out for. You helped him even further, by not going to the police. He must have been laughing at you in his head. What a fucking joke. He also must have realized what effect he had on you, using that for his advantage. That for one you found him attractive, on the other hand you were intimidated by him. You were glad you were still alive, but it also made you nervous.

A month later and nothing new from the Butcher and no strange occurrences you finally started to relax again. Cooper and all that happened was slowly being pushed to the back of your head. 

Furthermore, you moved out of your apartment. You felt spooked and unsafe in it. Living near your mom again gave you a small aspect of security back. Fortunately your workplace had a second office 20 min from your mom's apartment. You rented some transporter and with the help of your friends you moved your stuff into your new apartment within a day. Moving out helped your anxiety a lot.

Another month later, you started to go out with your friends again, didn’t look around every time you left your apartment and became more yourself. Feeling confident. You were slowly going after your hobbies again. Running outside, Swimming, visiting your favorite coffee shop or reading in the park on a good day. All without turning around every few seconds. 

Before you knew it about half a year had passed and it all was a mere memory. You hadn’t had another panic attack in months. Your job was great, you met your friends a lot, also visited your mom every week and you could even listen to music with noise canceling headphones again. It felt normal. Back to how it was before. There was no news from the Butcher. No new Butcher victims, just some mom in a horrible car crash, but aside from that there was just the usual news. 

It was around January, a Saturday, your birthday to be exact, where it began to get strange again. Even though it started out as every other birthday since you were 21. First brunch with your mum, having some good quality time in your favorite restaurant. After that, you went home again and around the evening your friends should arrive to go out. You should be around 10 people later. Normally you would just celebrate at home, but your best friend Simon wanted to party. Who were you to deny his wishes?

You had been Besties for ages, growing up with the same situation of a cheating parent, pushed you even closer together. It was only after high school where you went in different directions. Simon wanted to study, whereas you started working. There he met his better half Sebastian, they’ve been together ever since and when the three of you did something together they treated you like their child. Which you found hilarious. You loved them.

So a couple of friends were coming over and around midnight you would go dancing. When you arrived back at your apartment you noticed something strange. There was a small gift in front of your door. You looked around if you saw any of your neighbors before picking it up and unlocking your door. 

It didn’t seem to have a name anywhere. ’Strange. Maybe it was from that elderly woman on the first floor?’, you wondered. You put it on your kitchen counter, saving it for later. Seeing as you had only a couple of hours left to clean and dress up. Also you needed your makeup done before simon came, or he would go way overboard with his ideas. You already agreed to let him do your hair and change your outfit, if it was “too boring”. 

That was another reason he wanted you to go out. Maybe you would finally find prince charming and you could go on cute double dates.  In his opinion, your ‘no dating’ phase had been going on too long. Looking at yourself in the mirror you felt good. You decided to go with some short black pants, and a glittery black top with an open back. 

By the time the others arrived you totally forgot about the present still laying wrapped on the kitchen counter. Friend after friend arrived, all of them overly punctual. Except for two individuals, as always. You didn’t mind, it was only Lucas, a friend of Sebastian, with his girlfriend Mary. You didn’t particularly like her, Mary needed to be in the spotlight, sometimes you felt like she tried to replace you in your friend group. None of the others saw this most of the time though. She was ‘little miss perfect’. Well, except for Simon and Lizzy, they did see her other side sometimes.  

Putting on some music after everybody sat down in the living room, you went back to the kitchen to help Simon with the last drinks. As Simon was putting away the cake he brought on the kitchen counter he saw the small present laying around. “Who is this from?”

You walked towards him to see what he ment. “Oh, I actually don’t know. I think one of my neighbors left it for me.” shrugging you picked it up.

“Do you know what's inside?”, You shook your head, now you’ve done it. Simon loved a good mystery, something to solve, something thrilling.

“Well then, open it! I’ll get the rest of the drinks.”, he ushered you towards the living room where the others sat around your coffee table. Climbing over the back rest of your couch, you made yourself comfortable in the corner. Simon brought your drinks while you started to open the present. “What is it?”

“It’s…” you frowned. Pulling out a simple small teddy bear, with something silver on top. It was made out of plastic, nothing overly special. It was a Keychain.

“I think that’s something I could put on my keychain? Wait there's more…” There was something shiny at the bottom of the present. 

“A bracelet– Oh, it’s really pretty.” You held it towards the light, it sparkled brightly. It was a simple silver bracelet, with a little charm in the center. A cute colorful flower. 

“Aww how cute. But it seems like it was more for a child? Are you sure your neighbors know your age?” Lizzy laughed and poked you. She was what you would consider your girl bestfriend.

“Or maybe they know that you still have stuffed animals in your bed”,joked Simon and threw a pillow at him. “Hey, be careful, my drink!”, he exclaimed with a feigned outrage. You flipped him off. It wasn’t your fault that you could only go to sleep, while holding something in your arm.

“Don’t pout, come I’ll put the bracelet on. Then we get you a tiara and you’ll be a Disney princess.”Lizzy grabbed the bracelet of your hand and put it on you.

“And put the keychain thing to your keychain–”, Marcus said as they all laughed at your embarrassment. You gave them a look. 

“Really guys, do I have to?”, you whined. 

“Yes, give it to me, I’ll do it. You open the rest of our presents. I promise you’ll like them”, winked Simon and held out his hand. Reluctantly you gave him the key chain and started to open the other presents.

The other presents were way better. You got some games, wine and everybody plus your mom pitched in to buy you a new bike. They hid it in front of your door before. You had tears in your eyes as you thanked each of them. ‘You had the best friends’ 

After eating the cake there was nothing to stop you guys from going all out. Drinking games, Beer pong, dancing or just talking. Later on, Lucas and his girlfriend arrived around 10. At this point everybody was in a good mood and slightly drunk. On seeing the bike, Mary was offended that they hadn’t waited for them to give me my present. 

You were about to tell her that it was your birthday, when some of the others already apologized to her. Telling her they didn’t know when they would show up.Annoyed, you refilled your drink, and went back to the friends playing beer pong. You needed to get drunk more to be nice to her. She wasn’t even here for 5 minutes and everything had to resolve around her.

The party got louder and better, all having a good time. Half an hour before you wanted to leave Mary came to you while dancing, grabbing your arm. “Is that the bracelet you got from your neighbor? The others told me about it. It's so cute. Can I try it on? I always wanted something like this…”, Mary asked you with her stupid baby voice. She immediately tried grabbing it off your arm.

“Ehm, hey wait a second. Here, but I want back before we go.”, You didn’t want any drama today. She nodded her head, waved you off and reassured you that you would get it back in a second.

You did, in fact, not get it back within a second and when you were standing in the queue to the club, you realized that she still had it on. Now it was too late.

Inside the club your friends surprised you, they booked a small area to sit with a table in the middle. Some drinks and bottles, waiting for you in the middle. 

“Guys! You shouldn’t have!”, you exclaimed happily. 

“Only the best for you Birthday girl!” Simon cheered! Hugging you tightly. Celebrating your birthday never felt better. You did a few shots and then most of you went off dancing to the dancefloor for the next hour.

Coming back from the dance floor you sat back down exhausted. Every time you went out you asked yourself the same question. ‘Why did you even decide to wear heels today?’ All of you started to get new drinks and someone suggested to spice things up and play an old fashioned “Truth or Dare”. Without truth of course, because it was way too loud.

You loved these games, it was always fun to watch. Though you didn’t like doing dares yourself, always feeling a bit shy and easily embarrassed. Now with the alcohol you did feel more comfortable. Maybe you would be up to do a dare. As if reading your thoughts Simon yelled at you over the table “Y/N”. 

You looked at him with pleading eyes, your confidence dwindling. “Noo.. Please…”

“No! I’ve waited enough. I dare you to go out there and make out with a stranger!” he exclaimed, pointing to the dance floor. Some of your friends whistled at that. 

Not waiting for you to think about it Simon stood up. “Do you trust me? We go dancing and I promise I won’t let some creep near you. Only handsome guys?” He held out his hand. You thought about it. If not now, when would you ever do it? You needed to get over your own shadow. Quickly you emptied your glass. For the extra bit of confidence.

“Pinky promise?” you asked, feeling bold suddenly and holding out your pinky. He looked surprised and instantly linked your pinky with his. “Promisee.” happily he dragged you to the dance floor. 

“What's your age range? Still someone around your age?” Simon asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You rolled your eyes at his behavior. “I don’t know. He can be older… but not above 50!!” Simon pretended to be shocked at your revelation, holding his hand above his heart. 

“Older men! How scandalous!”, you jabbed his side. 

“Let's go before I change my mind.”, you threatened. As you made your way on the dance floor they started to play one of your favorite songs ‘Unholy’.

“As information, I’m going back as soon as I see you enjoy yourself. I’m not watching a full make out session from you.”, he shouted in your ear. Laughing, you nodded. Fair enough, you wouldn’t want to watch him make out with Sebastian either. Both of you started dancing to the music, stealing glances at the people around you. 

More like Simon was looking around, whereas you tried not to think about the dare too much. 

You felt the people dancing all around you. Swinging your hips and moving your arms around your body, you felt yourself getting lost in the music. 

Simon and you danced yourself further into the crowd. Someone bumped against your ass, touching it. Before you could even react somebody else pushed that person away. It was not Simon, seeing as he was still dancing right before you. He raised a brow gesturing behind you. Mouthing the simple word ‘Hot’.

While dancing you turned your head slightly to look behind. You couldn’t see much, all the flickering colorful lights made it hard to recognize anything. He was tall, broad shoulders and his hair seemed to be a bit longer. You continued dancing, Simon nodding at you. ‘Fuck it. Simon better not be wrong’ You trusted his judgment. In the rhythm of the music, you danced backwards until you found yourself practically grinding your ass on him. He didn't move away, dancing in sync with you.

One of his hands placed itself on your hip, pulling you even more against him. You felt a sudden rush of confidence, as you continued swaying your ass against him and felt something hardened in his pants. It felt huge. 

Using this confidence boost and as a confirmation you spun around, still dancing. ‘Could you do it?’ Looking up at his face, sadly, the flashing lights still barely illuminated his face. Looking closer you could make out a few facial features. He also had a slight beard. Even without knowing his exact looks, you felt a certain pull towards him. ‘I bet he is handsome’ You were not one to make the first move, but you were going to fulfill your dare. 

‘You could do it. You looked fucking hot  and you wouldn't see him ever again.’ Dancing against him, his slight erection pressing against you, you took the initiative, steadying yourself with one hand at his shirt. 'Why wouldn’t he take the first step? Why did the women need to take control in this situation?' Until now you were always the more experienced partner, so it was nothing new for you. Even though you would like some change. Him taking control, getting rough or just doing what he wants… Maybe you read too many dark romance books.

Slowly wandering with the other hand up his chest, resting it at his neck. Slightly you pulled his head towards you to push your lips onto him. His lips were rough. At first it was just you moving your mouth against his. You felt him putting away his drink on the high table next to you. 

As he still did not reciprocate the kiss and for a second you thought that you read the signs wrong. At least you fulfilled your dare. However as soon as you broke the kiss and stepped back, he roughly grabbed your face, pulling you back into him. Surprised by the sudden force of his grip, a small yelp escaped you, before he silenced it with a kiss. The action instantly sent a warm fuzzy feeling down to your core. 

Kissing you hard, your mouths moved in sync. His large hand on the side of your face kept your head in place. You winced slightly when he bit your lip, but he hardly seemed to notice. He tried to slip his tongue between your lips, but you denied it. 

Trying to gain control of the kiss and situation. You heard a low grumble from him, he seemed discontented with your attitude. You smirked against his lips, which seemed to annoy him further. Moving his hands down your body, he grabbed your ass, hard. The pain going straight into your core, making you moan into his mouth. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth. 

This time you didn’t even try to get the upper hand, you liked that he was in control. Finally someone who was more dominant in these things. Giving you the time to explore this new, more submissive side. Letting go of your face he moved his hand down your body. Over your chest, stomach and finally resting at your hips, pulling you against him. Goosebumps traveled all over your body, where his hands touched you. Your brain felt dazed, this was the hottest makeout session you ever had. You didn’t care about his roughness or the biting, you rather liked it.

When he broke the kiss you were both panting heavily. Slowly, almost teasing, he traced his fingers up your spine before grabbing you by your hair and tilting your head upwards to look at him. Your mouth parted slightly, a small moan escaped your lips. It stung where he had his grip on your hair, but the slight pain turned you on even more. Sure you knew you liked reading about these kinds of things, but experiencing them made you feel even more aroused.  

For a split second, you thought you saw his panting expression change into a smirk. Before you could think twice, he kissed you again. Your mind instantly went blank, his kiss was like a drug. This kiss was slower, still rough but he set the tone. Moving his lips against yours, pushing his hand between your legs. You felt hot, everything felt way too hot to bear, never had you been kissed with such passion. You needed to be closer to him. You tried running your hands down his body. 

He removed his hands in an instant, grabbing yours and pushing them back to your sides. You let out a small whine. ‘What was going on with you? You never whined. You felt like a schoolgirl, making out for the first time’ Shaking his head disapprovingly, he turned away to grab his drink. Taking a sip, he held it near your lips, offering it to you. “It’s just water.”

You knew you shouldn’t drink from strangers, though you were way too drunk to think straight or even logically. ‘You wanted to keep making out and if that helped?’ Looking up at him you tilted your head forward against the glass and emptied the whole glass. You didn’t even realize how thirsty you were, and a glass of water seemed like a good option.

“Good girl.”, you heard his deep voice beside your ear. The loud music was making it hard to hear him clearly. The praise went straight to your core. He put his drink away and you began dancing to the music. More like grinding on each other. 

He still didn’t allow you to touch him much and you wanted nothing more than to travel your hands up and down on his body, or under his shirt. He leaned down, grabbing your hips to press you against him. Pressing his hard crotch against your lower stomach, making you inhale a sharp breath.  

“Can I get your number?” his deep voice mumbled against your ear. You pondered. It felt like he was growling. Slowly he began caressing your ear, gently kissing his way to your neck, making you close your eyes, leaning your head back to give him better access. Your legs were feeling weak. Running his thumb along your jawline, he sucked and bit in your neck, as he kissed his way back to your ear. 

“Please?” his voice was a low growl against your ear. Your eyes fluttered open again as you nodded, desire filled your body. You would do anything, if he kept going on like this. 

He kissed you softly this time and you bit his lip as he tried ending the kiss. You wanted to kiss him longer. You missed his warmth already, and also missed the dark look flashing up in his eyes. He pulled his phone out, tipping something before handing it to you. As you grabbed his phone, you felt yourself wobble to the side. Luckily he grabbed you in time and stadied you against his body. Now your back was pressed against his front.

You thought about grinding your butt against him, but as if sensing your thoughts he nudged you towards his phone. Looking at the screen, it was truly hard to concentrate for you. He kept sidetracking you by placing soft kisses on your neck.

Blinking rapidly you slowly made out the numbers. Your vision seemed a bit blurry, your eyes feeling so heavy. ‘You didn’t even drink that much’ After what felt like hours you successfully put in your number. As soon as you were done, he grabbed his phone back.

You were so drunk that you didn’t notice the contact already had a name. - Sweetheart - Turning back to him you nearly lost your balance, falling against his chest. His arm wrapped around your side, steadying you as he began walking you through the crowd of dancing people. You found it so difficult to keep your balance, you felt funny. You couldn’t seem to focus, everything stayed a bit blurred. You didn’t even know where he took you. Was he taking you home?

“Hey, sorry to bother you guys.”, he loudly said to someone over the music as he came to a stop. You leaned your face against his shoulder. You were really tired.

“You are her friends, right? I think someone put something in her drink, one minute she was fine and the next she could barely stand.” Your brows furrowed, ‘drugged? You were fine… when should that have happened? Didn’t those drugs work way quicker?’ Shocked gasps filled the air. 

“I thought I would bring her back to you, so you can get her home.” He had such a calming and sympathetic voice. ‘Why would he bring you back? You were having fun.’ You playfully bit him in his chest, making him tighten his grip on your hip. His lips pressed in a firm line.

“Yes, yes she is our friend. Oh fuck. Thank you so much man!” Four hands grabbed you off the stranger you were leaning onto. You pouted.

“No-o I don’t wa- want to”, your voice slurred, you sounded like a brat. Struggling against their grip, not wanting to leave his side, but they were stronger than you. Also your fight wasn't really that much of a fight as you thought, you could hardly stand straight. You didn’t even knew his name. His jaw clenched as he looked towards you and the two holding you, his eyes lingered on the arm of the girl.

“Yes yes, hopefully you got his number.”, said a high pitched female voice near your ear. It sounded like Mary. You looked around, it was Lucas and Mary who supported you. ‘Why those two?’

 “Why didn’t you tell me you liked older men?” Giggling, you shrugged your shoulders.

“He is so fine, maybe I should talk to him too.” Mary whispered in your ear. ‘What about her boyfriend?’

“Well, thanks again man, I’m Simon, her best friend. We’re taking her home asap, before something happens…” he began, as Lucas and Mary led you away. He gestured for them to stop, but they didn’t look back. Thus you couldn’t hear the rest of the conversation play out. It was a good thing. Drugged or not, your subconsciousness would have freaked out sooner or later.

“No problem Simon. It is what everybody would have done. Call me Cooper.”, he held his hand out for him to shake, which Simon gladly accepted.

“Nah, I don’t think so. Some sick fuck, may have taken advantage of her in a state like that. So thank you Cooper.. Shit, I just wanted her to have a good time on her birthday.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself Simon. I was glad I could help. Wish her a happy birthday from me, I hope she feels better in the morning.” Simon nodded, turning around to talk with the others and Cooper soon vanished in the crowd. Slowly your friends started to follow the three of you back to the entrance of the club. 

“Hey, Y/N you stay here and wait. Lucas and I get the jackets. Just hold onto the handrail of the stairs or sit down. You can stand on your own for a bit, can’t you? ”she asked, concerned and something different in her voice. You gave her a thumbs up before holding onto the railing again. 

“We will hurry as best as we can, the others should be here soon.” She came closer, whispering in your ear. 

“Also you can stop your show now. Yes it’s your birthday, but do you need that much attention?”, with that she and lucas made her way to the coat check waiting line. 

You let your head fall back as you take deep breaths. ‘Show? What show?’ Deeply breathing in the fresh air that was coming from the entrance. Few people were walking past you either coming in or leaving the club. Still it was hard concentrating on anything, but you were doing okay.

Until you weren’t. All of a sudden you felt something against your back and in the next moment you lost your footing and along with the grip on the handrail and flew down the stairs. Instinctively your body tried not to hit the ground face first. For that you turned around to face the top of the stairs. ‘Was there a man?’ you thought. Blinking once whoever you thought you saw was gone, just panicked bystanders. Did you hear Simon?

Your side painfully crashed first into the stairs, then continuing falling further down the stairs. You tried your best to stop or push yourself up, but failed. Someone behind you grabbed your arm to stop you. The only thing it brought you was, that you landed on your foot, with your butt while also twisting it in a painful way. 

(A/N: You know, I thought about it, Leaving you hanging right here. However a)  I should not end all my chapters the same, you could get bored and b) I’m not evil.)

Pain shot up from your foot, as your tears began to form in your eyes. “Fuck, Y/N.” Simon and Sebastian seemed next to you in mere seconds. Carefully they lifted you off the ground and gently removed your foot from under you. It hurt like hell.

“Is she alright?”, one of the bouncers came towards you from the entrance, having heard the commotion. 

“Hey, can you move your foot?” Simon asked. You gave it a try, whining instantly. Crying even more you shook your head, your brain was way too foggy to come up with a smart ass reply. 

“Where were you?” yelled an otherwise rather quiet Simon. 

“Getting our jackets...” began Mary.

“She was drugged and you left her alone? Are you serious Mary?” Lizzy yelled too, her face enraged.

“How do we know she really was drugged? Maybe she just played it to get away from that man?” Mary suggested in an annoyed tone. 

“What the fuck? Did you look at her? Does she seem like a normal drunk to you? You have seen her drunk before, but never like this!”, came Lizzy's angry reply.

“Also from what I saw in the beginning, she sucked his fucking face off! Didn’t seem like she hated it.” Simon countered. 

“Why did you even leave her alone in the first place? None of this would have happened! Lucas you have no brain of your own anymore?”, Sebastian joined their yelling. The statement made Lucas' face turn the darkest shade of red. 

“Fucking pathetic. Lets get her to the emergency room, someone order an uber?”Simon turned around angrily, and he and Lizzy helped you up. Each of them supported you as you hobbled down towards the streets. The way from the Club to the ER was gone in a blur. You couldn’t remember most of it. One minute you were leaving the club and in the next you laid on a bed in the ER. ‘How did you get here?’

You looked around for your friends, but the room was empty besides Simon who was sitting next to your bed with a worried expression. Your head felt clearer, you cleared your throat.

“So what did the doctor say, Simon? What's the damage?”, better get it over with.

“Well.. bad news first. You have a bruised foot and a hyperextended ligament. As a consequence you have to wear a bandage and walk on crutches for the next month at least.”

You sighed. It seemed like he wasn’t even finished with the bad news yet.  

“You also got a few bruises on your arms, legs and back. Buut the Good news– they've given you something to counteract the effects of the drugs, but you'll probably still have to sleep it off, to fully feel better.”

“Better?” you laughed “I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck. Anything is better than this..”

“I know..” he said as he patted your head. “Listen, they want to keep you here overnight, but just call me in the morning and we will pick you up and drive you home, ok?”

Defeated, you nodded, he squeezed your hand and left soon after. Leaving you alone in the empty room. The rest of the night was uneventful. The nurses checking up on you from time to time, bringing you more water. Sadly they also woke you up at 6 to check your vitals again and give you painkillers. After one final talk with the doctor, getting instructions from him for the next weeks and your crutches, you were ready to go home. 

As promised Simon picked you up, he even cleaned your apartment from you and forbade you from helping. He was too kind. He even made Sebastian shop some groceries for you, which he brought over. So you didn’t need to stress about that for the next couple of days. About two hours later they left, telling you to call if you needed something. 

You never had a wild birthday like that before, but somehow trouble seemed to find you. It was just a small consolation that nothing had happened to you the last months.

Still exhausted, you laid back on the couch, still in your yesterday's outfit. Closing your eyes as you enjoyed the silence. The ping of your phone ringing loud through the quietness of your apartment. You grabbed your phone and held it above your face. It was from Simon, he left not even a minute ago. Did he forget something? You opened your Phone.

– I totally forgot to tell you something. I meant to wish you a happy birthday from the man from the club last night. He also wished for you to get well soon. –

A second message followed.

– You remember? The one you made out with? He said his name was Cooper. –

Cooper…You knew that name. There was only one person that came to your mind with that exact name. Alarm Bells were going off in your head, but whatever they gave you in the hospital was working. You weren’t shaking or panicking, you were rather calm, what confused you. 

That couldn’t be true, no. Surely you would have recognized him, even in the dim light of the club. It wasn’t that dark, was it? You rested your phone on your chest and began thinking about last night. Trying to remember, you realized that reconstructing the evening would be way harder than you thought. There were a lot of gaps in your memories and many were quite foggy. Perhaps it was because of the drugs mixed in your drink.

Sighing you closed your eyes, attempting to recollect what the stranger looked like. He was tall, had a small beard, you didn’t remember his eye or hair color, but his hair was a bit longer? You were unsure. You remembered his large hands on your body, holding your head in place while kissing you. He was strong for sure. 

‘Think straight!’ you warned yourself, already starting to feel hot again. Just thinking about it still turned you on. ‘If that was Cooper, the man from that concert. You were fucked.’ 

You tried to arrange your thoughts. Yes, you made out with him, a serial killer, and you liked it, you felt disgusted. ‘You didn’t know it was him. Why would he even be there? The possibility was close to zero’ Suddenly you remembered something. 

Didn’t you drink from his drink? Of course you were drunk before, but after that everything went downhill. Recalling how super drunk and tired you felt soon afterwards. It would all make sense.

Except… Why did he bring you back to your friends then? Perhaps it was a weird coincidence? 

Maybe you should ask Simon if his name was really Cooper. Maybe he misunderstood? That looked like a good option. Opening your phone, you started to answer Simon as a new message came in. 

It was from an unknown number. A simple: – Happy Birthday Sweetheart. –

It couldn’t be, you changed your number. Not many people called you that and you faintly remember Cooper calling you like that. Before you could wonder about it more, a second message from the same number appeared. What you read then made your heart freeze in fear, your pulse increased and hands started shaking, which made reading the message harder.

– You know, you were always nervous and so easily startled, like a cute little doe. Constantly on alert and looking around, to run away, at the slightest noise. Though if there were a little accident to happen. Where will you go now little doe, if you can’t even run? –

(A/N: nvm i am evil)

[bitchiswild]

Rockstar

Huh Yunjin x F! Reader

Warnings:None, Fluff

Word Count: 3k

A/n: Travis Barker and Kourtney Kardashian WHOO???? 🗣️

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Yunjin POV

The energy at my concerts was amazing, filling me with life and excitement. But even in the midst of all that joy, there was a big hole in my heart - the absence of my wife, Y/n. I've been touring for two months, going from state to state to share my music with people. But throughout it all, I've felt like something important was missing - her.

Gosh, I miss her like crazy. It feels like It's been forever since I've seen her sweet smile, held her close, and been intimate with her. I swear, it's almost like I'm going through withdrawal because she's my everything. Even with all these cheering fans and bright stage lights, I can't shake this feeling of longing for her.

She's more than just my better half; she's my muse. Every song I write, every melody I play, it's all thanks to her inspiration. Her absence feels like there's this huge gap in my life that not even the loudest applause can fill. She's my comfort, my spark - being away from her feels like a big chunk of my heart is missing.

I can't stop thinking about the last time I held her close. I ache for her warmth, her presence, her giggles that light up my world. Every day without her feels like forever, and I'm counting down the seconds until I can wrap my arms around her again.

As the tour goes on, every night ends with this achy feeling. Despite the amazing shows and the music, what I miss the most is her laughter, her unwavering support, and that special connection we share. She's not just the missing piece; she's the heart of the whole picture.

"Dude, are you okay?" Chaewon, my bandmate, asked, concern etched on her face.

I let out a sigh, sinking deeper into my thoughts. "Just missing Y/n," I replied, my gaze fixed on the lock screen of my phone displaying a picture of us, captured in a moment of pure laughter.

"Call her, maybe it'll help," Chaewon suggested with a reassuring smile. Taking her advice, I navigated to my contacts, fingers hovering over the familiar entry labeled 'LOML<3'.

The phone rang, and after a few moments, a groggy voice answered on the other end. "Hello?"

"Hi, baby, did I wake you up?" I spoke softly, a hint of guilt tugging at my heart for disturbing her sleep. Checking the time, I realized it was midnight in New York, forgetting the time difference from where I was in California.

Y/n's voice softened, a mix of sleepiness and warmth. "Hey, it's okay. Is everything alright?"

"I'm sorry for calling so late," I apologized, feeling a twinge of regret for not considering the time difference. "I just... I miss you. Can't seem to shake off this feeling, you know?"

There was a gentle chuckle on the other end. "I miss you too, silly. It's okay, hearing your voice is nice. Tell me how's tour going on so far."

And just like that, as I started sharing the mundane yet cherished details of tour and my day on the road, her voice became the remedy for the ache in my heart. Despite the distance, her presence, even through the phone, made everything feel a little lighter, a little brighter.

As I spoke to Y/n, a faint sound of gagging reached my ears, causing a knot of concern to form in my stomach. "Are you okay? Are you feeling sick?" Worry laced my words, not wanting her to endure any discomfort while I was miles away.

"I'm okay, Jen," Y/n reassured me, her voice trying to sound steady despite a trace of unease. "I probably ate something that didn't agree with me earlier. It's nothing serious, promise."

The worry didn't dissipate from my mind. "Are you sure? I can catch the next flight home right now. Your health is more important. I don't want you to be sick without me there."

Y/n's voice held a gentle firmness. "No, Jen, it's okay. You have a concert tomorrow; you can't miss it. I'll be fine, really. It's just a passing thing. Take care of your show, and I'll take care of myself here."

I hesitated, torn between the urge to be by her side and the responsibility of the upcoming concert. "But what if you need something? What if—"

Y/n interrupted, her tone warm and understanding. "I promise I'll call someone if I need help. You focus on your music. I'll take care of myself until you're back."

Reluctantly, I nodded, feeling a pang of helplessness at not being able to rush to her side. "Okay, but if anything changes, if you feel worse or need anything at all, promise me you'll call immediately."

"I promise, Jen," she replied softly. "Just give an amazing concert tomorrow. I'll be here waiting to hear all about it." And with that reassurance, I forced myself to focus on the concert ahead while keeping a watchful eye on my phone, ready to fly back at the slightest hint of need from Y/n.

Y/n's yawn echoed through the phone, prompting me to glance at the time. It was nearing 2 am in New York, and exhaustion seeped into her voice. "Y/n, baby, it's getting late. You should go to sleep," I gently urged, concern evident in my tone.

"But I want to talk to you," she murmured, her words tinged with sleepiness and a hint of longing.

"I promise we'll talk more tomorrow, okay? Get some rest. I love you," I said softly, my love resonating in the tender words that escaped my lips.

"I love you too," Y/n murmured back, the weariness in her voice indicating she was already drifting into slumber.

Reluctantly, I ended the call, my heart feeling heavy with the distance between us. All I wanted was to hold her close, to feel the rhythm of her breathing as she slept beside me. The ache in my chest was palpable, longing for the comfort of her presence.

One Month Later

"Three more months," I whispered to myself, a vow echoing in my mind. Three more months until I could wrap my arms around Y/n again, until I could finally call her home. The countdown began, each passing day marked by the yearning to be back in her embrace, to find solace and warmth in our shared space. Until then, the miles that separated us felt like an eternity, but the promise of reunion kept me going.

"It's been a month already, just two more to go before I'm finally back in Y/n's arms," I muttered to myself, the countdown almost a lifeline in this whirlwind of touring. Despite our daily calls whenever we managed to catch a break, it never felt like enough.

"We've got two more months of tour, Yunjin. Hang in there," Chaewon chimed in, her voice carrying a tone of encouragement.

"I know, but I just want her here. Why didn't she come on tour with us?" I vented, frustration creeping into my tone.

"You know how demanding her job can be," Chaewon explained, trying to soothe my irritation.

"She should just take it easy. I'd take care of her forever," I retorted, feeling a pang of helplessness at not having her close during this extensive tour.

Chaewon leaned in, her expression conveying a sense of understanding. "She's a hard worker and independent. She doesn't want you to carry the load alone. Marriage is about being a team," she said, raising an eyebrow as if to emphasize her point.

Her words struck a chord within me. I nodded in acknowledgment, realizing the truth in her statement. Y/n had always been fiercely independent and dedicated to her career, a trait I admired endlessly. Yet, the longing to have her by my side during this journey was undeniable. The ache of missing her was profound, but Chaewon's reminder of our partnership brought a sense of reassurance, reminding me that love wasn't just about being physically present but also about supporting each other's aspirations and dreams.

"Chaewon, Yunjin, you're on in 5," a member of the backstage crew informed us before hurrying away to attend to other tasks.

"Ready to rock and roll," Chaewon exclaimed, mimicking playing the guitar with exaggerated enthusiasm.

I chuckled at her playful antics. "Let's rock and roll," I humored her, joining in the light-heartedness.

We shared a laugh as we made our way toward the stage. Unbeknownst to Yunjin, a heartwarming surprise was in store for her this evening, orchestrated by Chaewon and Y/n. For the past month, they had been planning this moment. Y/n was going to surprise Yunjin at one of their concerts. Chaewon had discreetly kept Y/n updated on Yunjin's well-being during the tour, and the idea of surprising Yunjin had blossomed from their conversations.

Chaewon suggested the idea of Y/n surprising Yunjin at one of their concerts and offered to purchase the ticket for her. Y/n, touched by the gesture but adamant about not letting Chaewon pay for the ticket, agreed to the surprise plan. And so, here they were, on the brink of the surprise unveiling.

Moments before stepping onto the stage, Chaewon seized the opportunity to confirm the presence of Y/n to their manager. With the affirmative nod from the manager, it was all set. Y/n was seated in the front row, clutching a sign in her hands, eagerly waiting to surprise Yunjin. The anticipation of the heartwarming reunion infused an extra spark of excitement into the upcoming performance.

3rd POV

The buzz of anticipation surged through the stadium as the tour's introduction set the stage ablaze with excitement. Among the sea of eager faces, Y/n anxiously awaited Yunjin's appearance, clutching her sign, which was yet another surprise in store. Though recognized as Yunjin's wife by some fans nearby, the presence of bodyguards, courtesy of Chaewon and their manager, dissuaded any intrusion, allowing Y/n to immerse herself in the electrifying atmosphere.

Surrounded by enthusiastic fans, Y/n reciprocated their waves with a warm smile, acknowledging their recognition. However, her focus was soon captured by the first strum of the guitar, signaling Yunjin's imminent performance. As the stadium erupted into thunderous cheers, Yunjin's voice filled the air, crooning one of her most beloved songs. The crowd, seemingly in perfect sync, sang along with fervor, each lyric resonating throughout the venue.

For Y/n, it was a moment of sheer awe. The rush of emotions flooded back, reminiscent of the times when she and Yunjin had first connected through their shared love for music. The nostalgia of hearing Yunjin's live performance stirred a whirlwind of memories, from their initial meetings to the moments that cemented their bond. The song carried not just melodies but a story of their journey together, sparking a surge of emotions in Y/n's heart.

Lost in the music and the undying adoration from the crowd, Y/n found herself transported back to the beginnings of their love story, reliving the magic of those cherished memories while witnessing Yunjin's electrifying presence on stage.

The electric energy of the performance reached its pinnacle as Yunjin drew closer to the edge of the stage, pouring her heart into the lyrics. As her eyes met Y/n's in the crowd, an unspoken connection sparked, bringing tears of overwhelming emotion to both their eyes. Chaewon, standing beside Yunjin, caught sight of Y/n, acknowledging her with a playful wink, prompting a grateful smile in return for her pivotal role in orchestrating the surprise.

As the first song concluded, Yunjin and Chaewon engaged with the crowd, marveling at the sea of eager faces.

"Wow, so many people tonight!" Yunjin exclaimed, genuinely taken aback by the turnout.

"So many people," Chaewon echoed, sharing the sentiment.

"Thank you all for coming out tonight. I hope you have an amazing time with us," Yunjin expressed her gratitude, her eyes glinting with excitement. Her gaze then shifted to Y/n, a warmth and love evident in her expression.

"And we have a very special guest with us tonight, my wife, Y/n!" Yunjin announced, pointing to the large screen where Y/n's face appeared. The crowd erupted into a thunderous cheer as Y/n waved, a radiant smile lighting up her face.

"Isn't she beautiful, everyone?" Yunjin beamed, her love for Y/n resonating in her words, inciting an even louder cheer from the fans.

Seizing the perfect moment, Y/n lifted up a sign, and the atmosphere crackled with heightened anticipation. The crowd's volume skyrocketed, Chaewon gasped in disbelief, and tears cascaded down Yunjin's cheeks in a torrent of emotions.

On the sign, in bold letters, it read: 'Yunjin, I'm Pregnant!'

Tears flowed freely down Y/n's face, mirroring the ones streaming down Yunjin's cheeks. Without hesitation, Yunjin leaped off the stage and rushed towards Y/n, enveloping her in a tender yet exhilarating hug, careful not to squeeze too tightly in her overwhelming joy. The crowd erupted into a collective roar of excitement, their elation matching the emotions of the two women sharing an immensely intimate and life-altering moment amidst the exhilarating concert atmosphere.

The stadium erupted in a cacophony of cheers and applause as Yunjin, overwhelmed with joy, announced the life-changing news.

"I'm going to be a mom!" she exclaimed into the microphone, her voice filled with excitement and happiness. Without hesitation, she pulled Y/n close, sealing the momentous occasion with a passionate kiss, a celebration of their love and the impending addition to their family.

Breaking away from the kiss, Yunjin gazed into Y/n's eyes, her own sparkling with love and adoration. "I love you so much, and I already love our baby," she declared tenderly, her heart overflowing with emotions. The words reverberated through the crowd, sharing the intimacy and boundless joy of this unforgettable moment with everyone present.

With an air of exhilaration and boundless energy, Yunjin regally returned to the stage, her eyes locking briefly with Y/n, a playful wink passing between them. The glow of their shared secret lingered in the air as Yunjin addressed the crowd once more.

"With this profound news, I've got an endless supply of energy! LET'S HIT IT!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a contagious enthusiasm that reverberated throughout the stadium.

The band swiftly picked up the rhythm, launching into the next song on their setlist. The pulsating beat and electrifying melodies ignited an even greater fervor among the audience. The crowd, already stirred by the monumental revelation, erupted into a deafening roar, their excitement and anticipation fueling the atmosphere with an unparalleled euphoria.

Yunjin's infectious energy, amplified by the band's lively performance, turned the concert into an unforgettable celebration. Each note played and every lyric sung became an anthem of love, joy, and the thrilling anticipation of the new chapter ahead for Yunjin and Y/n. The energy in the stadium soared, echoing the exhilaration of this momentous occasion, etching this night into the memories of all who were present.

The final song crescendoed, bringing the concert to its euphoric conclusion. Yunjin and Chaewon bid their farewells to the cheering crowd, exchanging appreciative smiles and heartfelt thanks for their unwavering support throughout the show. Meanwhile, Y/n waited in the green room, anticipation thrumming in every heartbeat.

As soon as the concert ended, Yunjin dashed towards the green room, her determination evident as she maneuvered through the bustling crowd, propelled by the sole desire to reunite with Y/n. With an urgent fervor, she entered the room, her eyes instantly seeking out her beloved.

Spotting Y/n standing there, her heart soared, and without hesitation, Yunjin surged forward, enveloping Y/n in a warm embrace. Lifted by an overwhelming surge of emotions, Yunjin lifted Y/n effortlessly, spinning her around in a whirlwind of joy and elation. She set her down gently, their eyes meeting in a silent exchange that conveyed more than words ever could.

Unable to contain their overflowing emotions, Yunjin pulled Y/n into another passionate kiss, the depth of their love and the magnitude of the moment imbuing the kiss with an unspoken promise of a future filled with joy and togetherness. The room seemed to fade away as they immersed themselves in this cherished moment, reveling in the warmth and intimacy of their embrace, sealing the unforgettable night with the most heartfelt display of love.

Their embrace lingered as the weight of their revelation settled in, the enormity of becoming parents washing over them in waves of disbelief and joy.

"I can't believe we're going to be parents," Yunjin sighed, her voice carrying a mix of wonder and amazement.

"I've been wanting to tell you, but I thought surprising you would be even better," Y/n replied, her eyes shimmering with affection as she gently caressed Yunjin's face.

"When did you find out?" Yunjin inquired, curiosity evident in her voice.

"Remember that call we had, and I gagged? I went to the doctor the next day, and she said I was already two months along," Y/n explained, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"So, I knocked you up before I left," Yunjin chuckled, a playful grin lighting up her face.

Y/n playfully slapped Yunjin's arm, sharing in the lighthearted moment. "Yeah, you did." I chuckled.

"Well, I'm so happy and excited. I'm so ready to start this new chapter with you," Yunjin expressed, her voice filled with affection and anticipation.

"So am I," Y/n replied, her gaze filled with unwavering love and excitement, affirming their shared readiness for the journey ahead. In that moment, amidst the laughter and love, they embraced the thrilling prospect of embarking on this incredible journey together, united by the bond of their love and the prospect of welcoming a new life into their world.

“I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!!”

“SHUT UP CHAEWON!”

⋆｡‧₊°♱༺𓆩❦︎𓆪༻♱༉‧₊˚.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Choi Yeonjun x F!Reader TW : none ; just some after concert fluff with Yeonjun ; slightly suggestive at the end ; no smut though ; Word Count : 0.8k Request : nope A/N : actually gonna be leaving my job soon, but I'd be going to a different job that would have me working over night which would be my writing time... I'll have to change my writing schedule.

His body dropped down over the end of the bed heavily, his exhaustion finally taking a hold of him, his mouth in a wide circle as one of the loudest yawns you’ve ever heard escaped him. “You should get some sleep, babe. You’ve got to do all of that again tomorrow night.” You murmured, scooting down a bit from where you were sitting so you could run your fingers through his hair soothingly.

“I promised you that I’d spend time with you after the show tonight.” He whined, although there wasn’t much power behind his voice. He was tired, beyond tired, he had exerted all of his energy into the show tonight, and you had been lucky enough to be in the front row to see it all. “I don’t want to leave you hanging… You deserve just as much attention as MOA got.”

You tsked your tongue, sighing softly as he tried to push himself up to look at you only for his arms to give out, sending him falling back against the mattress with a low grunt. “I was one of those MOA, you know that, right? Didn’t you see me in the front row with the big sign that said ‘Yeonjun is my boyfriend’?”

He scoffed, although it was followed immediately by his laughter as he rolled over onto his back, his hand combing through his fringe and holding it back so he could look up at you. “Yes… I did… And I was trying very hard not to point it out and say that you’re my girlfriend.” He said, his smile turning devious as he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, a playful glint in his eyes that had your stomach filling with butterflies.

“Oh? And why didn’t you?” You played along, although you knew very well why he couldn’t. His managers weren’t very keen to the idea of you even being in the crowd, but you wanted to see the show, and with Yeonjuns begging they had finally relented. “You just like the attention from the fans that think you’re still single, don’t you?” Your eyebrows wiggled, but once again, you knew otherwise, and you knew that Yeonjun had been trying to get the managers to also agree on him coming out about his relationship with you. That was something they were a little bit more hesitant to agree on though.

“Oh yeah… I love having to pay attention to every other person in the crowd that isn’t you.” He rolled his eyes, shifting just enough so he could lay his head in your lap, loving the way your fingers felt when they brushed through his hair. “I just didn’t want them to go after you. There’s no way they could ever compete, so their last resort would be to attack, and the security definitely would never let me jump down and be your knight in shining armor to pull you out of the crowd.”

You snorted loudly, your head falling forward until your body was folded almost completely over, your forehead resting against his as you stared into his eyes. “I’m your little secret for now… I’m okay with it though… As long as I get to stand in the crowd and watch you thrust violently at the air, I’m alright with it.” You teased, and it didn’t take more than a second before he was bursting with laughter, his hands moving up to cover his face, but you could see between his fingers that his cheeks were turning a dark shade of red. “Oh, don’t tell me you’re embarrassed now. You looked so good while you were doing it.” You continued, your fingers playfully poking at his chest as he kept his face hidden, his head shaking as if trying to forget that he did it.

“Don’t keep talking about it!!” He whined loudly, rolling over now and burying his face in your blanket covered thighs. “You’re the only one on the real receiving end of those thrusts though.” Yeonjun mumbled into the sheets, and before you had a moment to let your mind register whether you had heard him correctly, he was pushing himself up onto his hands, his face mere inches from yours. “You heard me right.”

His voice was huskier now, his eyes trailing down to your parted lips, and before you had the chance to say anything smart in response, his own soft thick lips were crashing down against yours causing your body to fall back onto the mattress. “Where’d all this energy come from?” You asked breathlessly once he pulled back, a coy smirk on his face as he looked you over as if you were the finest meal on the menu right now.

“Not sure, but I know what I want to spend it all on.”

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[carcarcraziiv2]

hi!!!i wanted to do a request (im shaking as i write this bc this is my second time ever doing a request-) about Kayn having a crush on a reader that's part of Pentakill.Reader looks super mysterious and scary but in reality they're just shy and also have a crush on Kayn and both of them confess at the same time.Take your time and have a good day!!!

I am so glad you requested it! It's okay to be nervous! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG I LOVE YOU AND I APOLOGIZE <//3

I LOVE THIS PROMPT- especially for someone who is in Pentakillllll like that is so exciting. I am so hyped for this! I hope you enjoy <3

Content / Warnings: Mature language (the 'b' word lol), Alcohol consumption. Not much else really....

Word Count: 1883

Kayn was never one to show his fanboy nature, even though everyone in Heartsteel already knew Kayn had a secret obsession- Pentakill. Specifically, the bands mysterious, cold and ominous bassist; you.

You on the other hand, although already being the bassist in a rock band, had somehow gained a reputation for being the "dark" or "moody" bandmember in comparison to Sona or Kayle. In reality though, you just liked keeping to yourself, rarely being the first one to speak, often sitting alone on the stage speakers or out back of the concert houses having a smoke before or after a show.

Regardless of the publics opinion of you, you loved your bandmates. You were just shy, so when Kayle approached you notifying you about a possible collab with your personal favorite band Heartsteel, you couldn't help but be incredibly anxious.

"What do you mean we are 'meeting' with them tomorrow," you inquired, glancing up from your book to see Kayle lean against the kitchen counter and take a drink from her cup.

"Oh, come on Y/N. Don't you like... oh which one was it?" She pauses and you take in a deep breath before letting out a sigh. "Kayn, right?"

You sit up from your spot and set your book down. Arching your brow and rolling your eyes at the winged woman, you chose to ignore her inquiry.

She scoffed before saying a little quieter, "Well Yone said Kayn likes our bassist. Guess it's not that big of a deal. I'll tell him we will pass on the meeting."

She began reaching towards her phone on the counter, causing you to pause mid-stretch and jump up to stop her.

"Wait!" you shrieked, cringing at yourself immediately thereafter.

"I knew it," Kayle smirked. "Our meeting is at noon by the way." As she walked away, you slumped back onto to the couch and let out another dramatic sigh.

~~

Kayn was going to kill Yone. Rhaast on the other hand was threatening to constantly break through at any moment with sheer excitement.

They were meeting Pentakill today. They- more specifically- were meeting you today. He was terrified. What if you hated him? What if you thought he was weird, or worse- what if Rhaast made an appearance and said something outrageous or out of pocket?

Kayn shook his head and rolled his eyes before splashing his face with water. He stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, silent dialogue only heard by him plaguing his mind.

Do not do anything brash, Rhaast.

Oh, I would never, Kayn.

~~

The meeting wasn't long. There was clearly some sort of friendship history between Yone and Kayle. Beyond that, everyone chatted like long lost friends aside from you - always silent and observant, and Kayn who sat at the large meeting table across from you.

You didn't fail to notice how he consistently stared at you. You were lowkey jealous because you wished you had started first. You weren't about to have a staring contest with him now.

You hadn't realized you were dissociating into the wall next to the large bay window until you were snapped out of it by Kayle's voice.

"Y/N, did you hear me? We are going to partner up for our song collab." Her lips rose in an evil knowing little smirk. "You and Kayn will be working together." Damn her for playing teacher right now.

A blush immediately erupted on your skin as you glanced at Kayn and gave him a shy smile. He let out a dramatic sigh and you were ashamed to think you were actually excited to have a real excuse to talk to him for an extended period of time.

"Alright everyone, let's start today and you can all figure out arrangements for your individual meetings. We will have our group meeting biweekly. Once we have a song, we will figure out our practice schedule and all the other details!" Yone smiled politely and everyone began standing and walking to their partners. As you observed, you saw both sett and K'Sante give looks to Kayn as they passed by him, almost teasing.

You couldn't help but be mortified by their social ques. Had Kayle spilled the beans about your silly little crush on Kayn? Oh Gods, what if Kayn knew and was staring at you because he was wondering how the hell he got stuck with the quiet freak from Pentakill as not only his partner, but his crush.

You sighed inwardly as you walked slowly towards him, looking anywhere but his direction. He was more confident than you thought, looking straight at you as you could see through your peripheral and starting the conversation.

"Hello, Y/N, right? I guess I should introduce myself- I'm Kayn," he reaches out a hesitant hand. You smile politely, shyly, in response.

"I'm Y/N- well you already know that anyway, heh..." you stutter, flustered due to the close proximity between the two of you. You give another awkward smile, and then let out an exasperated breath before continuing. "So, when and where would you like to meet up for these brainstorming sessions?"

Kayn seems to pause for a moment, putting his hand under his chiseled chin in a thinking pose. His gaze leaves you for a moment, before returning to your own.

"Dinner, you pick where you want to go. I will schedule if you send me the name of the restaurant. Here, put your phone number in my phone," he pulls his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and handing it to you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise, not even second guessing the dinner suggestion. There's no way he could be asking you on a date, right? No, you're not delusional.

You input your number and quickly bid your farewell as Kayle waves at you from the door. You hadn't realized everyone was gawking at the two of you as they waited to leave for the evening.

~~

"You know you don't have to do this at dinner Kayn? May as well have asked her out at that point," Sett smirks at him from his seat on the couch.

I told you, Rhaast hissed in Kayn's mind. It's too obvious now.

"Nah, don't worry. It is just a lunch between colleagues to brainstorm for a song. Nothing more, nothing less." Kayn glares at Sett, before walking into the bathroom to spray on some cologne for the first time in a very long time.

~~

You were so nervous. Even more nervous than you had been previously. And when you get nervous, you babble.

So before leaving for dinner with Kayn that evening, you gave yourself a pep talk in the mirror.

"Do not say anything stupid." Yeah, right.

"Do not be a clumsy mess as per usual." Will probably stumble trying to sit in the chair.

"Do not be ominous and awkward." Can't change your nature, baby.

Gods, your inner dialogue was a bitch.

You had chosen to wear casual yet flattering attire to your dinner, sticking to your usual all dark fabric and accessories. After getting ready and checking yourself out in the mirror once more, you went outside and got on your motorcycle with your backpack slung over your shoulders.

Letting out a shuddering breath, you began the not so long journey towards the restaurant. You had suggested one close by that you did enjoy, although the nerves in your stomach suggested you probably wouldn't be doing to much eating.

Upon arrival, you hung your helmet on the handle of your bike and stepped off. Before heading inside, you spared a glance at one of the windows only to see Kayn openly gawking at you stepping off of your ride.

Unbeknownst to you, he was thrilled to see you on a motorcycle. It was a thing with him, something about being rebellious or dangerous compared to the norm always caught his eye.

Quickly averting your gaze you let out a deep sigh to ready yourself and walked into the restaurant- ignoring the hostess and walking the corner to seat yourself in the booth across from Kayn.

Placing your backpack on the bench next to you, you let out a breath.

"Hi, Kayn," You smiled politely, your voice quieter than you had intended.

"Hi, Y/N," He smiled back. This evening his expression was eager, his eyes alight with dare you say- mischief. And you couldn't help but notice the slight blush that caressed his cheeks under the yellow lighting of the lamp above.

"So, do we want to order first or get right to business?" The question tumbled out of your mouth casually, and it took you a moment to realize that you actually felt quite comfortable sitting across from him in this moment.

"Well, I already ordered us both a drink. I hope you like Gin and soda," A gulp audibly escaped his throat and your lips twitched up in an almost smile.

"Actually, one of my favorite cocktails. Thanks, Kayn."

Gods, he liked the sound of his name on your lips.

The evening went on without a hitch, the two of you talking casually. By the time a few hours had passed, your food long since finished on the table in front of you, you realized you hadn't actually gotten to any brainstorming.

The drinks had started getting to you, loosening up your nerves. Before you knew it you were blabbering on and grabbing your backpack to pull out your notebook.

As you were looking down, Kayn was staring at you.

Just tell her, you coward. Rhaast was yapping again, but the booze had Kayn tuning him out. He was planning on it anyway.

"Sorry, I knew if I spent this much time with you I'd end up talking too much. Must be because of how much I like yo-," you paused. Were you saying this out loud?

You heard Kayn pull in a sharp breath, before softly saying,

"That's interesting. I was just trying to hype myself up to say that I have had a crush on the cute bassist from Pentakill for awhile now. Please tell me I didn't hear you wrong..." Kayn's eyes were wide, one eyebrow raised as he bit his lip.

Your jaw fell open, before you promptly closed it and blinked a few times.

"Wait, really?" You smiled. You couldn't help it. And as Kayn looked at you, he knew all of the assumptions the public made about you being dark or ominous or mysterious were bullshit. You were like starlight shining in a dark sky with that smile.

"Really. I swear it. Yone and Kayle I think did this specifically to set us up, actually. Everyone else on my side has known I've liked you for awhile. Lucky for us Kayle and Yone have... a friendship." He grinned sheepishly, running a ringed hand through his pink hair.

You laughed out loud then, having had made the same assumption yourself. "I thought the same thing!"

And as the night waned on, the restaurant eventually closed and the waitress was forced to kick the two of you out. The drinks had worn off over the time you had been there, opting for water instead.

As the two of you walked down the steps back to your motorcycle, Kayn looked at you and pulled you in for a hug. You melted into him momentarily before he released you.

"So, I have a request," he stated. You nodded for him to continue, your brows scrunched in question.

"Can I have a ride on your motorcycle?"

~~

The End! I hope you LOVED IT AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I have basically been AFK irl lately lol. Thank you for the lovely request!

[cybernetic-cosmo]

𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓬𝓼

Cool Joe

A relationship with him would definitely start off as a secret, I don't view him as the type of person to share much about his personal life

A relationship with him would be in two words, intense and passionate

He's a lady's man, women flock to him as seen in a few episodes in the show so it would be easy for him to charm you but I don't view him as the type of guy to have a long term relationship

Don't get me wrong, he's not scared of commitment or anything of that sort but he has a lot going on in his life

Soccer, music and his club take up a lot of his time so he's a bit too busy to maintain a relationship and he's also a very emotionally reserved person

If you do manage to catch his attention well enough and it leads to a long term relationship with him, he would be 100% commited to you

He's an extremely loyal person and also an all or nothing guy as seen with how much effort and dedication he puts into soccer

He'd always be looking for you in the crowd whenever he's playing soccer or performing music, always playing better when he sees you

He's the type of guy to write songs about you but he'd keep the lyrics subtle, he'd always look directly at you in the crowd while performing and it would be like a private moment for you two that everyone else is completely oblivious to

He probably likes dancing with you at his club or when he's alone with you in the privacy of either of your homes, records playing in the background as you both dance and talk about any and everything, the atmosphere would be calming and relaxing

He'd probably have late night walks with you whenever one of you guys couldn't sleep and it would lead to the best talks of your lives

The day your relationship goes public would be after the last match of the season, he'd see you in the crowd cheering for him, a bright smile on your face as you look at him and he'd run up to you in front of everyone, not hesitating to pull you into a hug and lay his head on your shoulder. He'd look into your eyes silently for a few seconds, both of you feeling as though it's just the two of you present in the stadium for a moment and he'd think of how much he loves you, how much you mean to him and he'd kiss you in front of the whole world. He'd leave you speechless and then run back to the team to go collect the trophy

A few dates you guys would go on would be going to concerts, dancing together or having picnics at the beach and listening to records together

I feel like he'd also love spa day dates where you both relax at home and take care of your hair(I don't think he'd love them as much as a specific striker with a ponytail that I've yet to write about would though)

I mean have y'all seen his afro? It puts mine to shame so I'm sure whatever he's doing for his hair workssssss

I wanna say he'd have you as his phone wallpaper but that's not really possible with his phone lol

His love language is probably quality time and words of affirmation

I could probably come up with a lot more things but I think I'll end it here because I have an exam tomorrow and I'm still not asleep (insomnia will be the death of me 😭) I'm currently working on dating hcs for North Shaw and Dancing rasta but feel free to request anything and I'm also considering writing one shots but I don't know if people would be into that

[luvvvivii]

"i love you" — l.fl

pairing - idol!felix x gn!reader

genre - fluff, imagine

wc - 705

warnings - not proofread (surprise surprise), a bunch of pet names used (my love, angel, dear), lmk if more

a/n - I'm back suckas!!! 😋 enjoy this small felix post whilst I start to get back into the groove of writing (also abt the writing, times next to the date is in readers time zone)

synopsis - in which your idol boyfriend sends you voice notes whilst he's away

02.16.23 — 1:05 am

"good morning dear. actually, I think it's night for you right now? you better be asleep, alright? haha, it feels odd not being able to speak to each other how we usually would, doesn't it? but I guess this is what idol life is like? *chuckle* anyways, how was your day? did you do anything fun today? I hope you're eating good as well…I might head out for a bit with chan, so I'll talk with you later? sweet dreams angel. I love you!"

02.17.23 — 6:37 pm

"hey yn, you're asleep right? this is usually when you have your evening naps. don't be taking an all nighter again after this, though. I know you really like that show but sleep is important too you know? *chuckle*...today is day one of our concert in melbourne. I'm back in australia after so long, and I'm super excited! it's a shame I can't be here with you right now, but at least I can still update you and stuff. I can't wait to meet even more stays—oh, that's minho calling. sorry yn, got to go. I'll update you all about it after! enjoy the rest of your night, I love you."

02.18.23 — 12:53 pm

"hey dear, have you eaten yet? sorry I couldn't send any voice notes this morning, I woke up late and had to rush. day two of our concert was amazing! oh gosh, I wish you were here. hey, I don't think I told you about the dream I had last night, did I? well, we were just about to head to sydney for our tour there, and then suddenly you gave us a surprise visit! that's pretty much it, I woke up after that. haha, it seemed so real I even looked around for you whilst I was still half awake! *sigh* well, I think I'm going to go to sleep now, sorry for such a boring voice note today. have a good day, I love you angel."

02.20.23 — 3:31 pm

"yn, I'm so tired. but I can't go to sleep. *laugh* I was on my phone and got completely carried away, and now it's two am!...I think I might just start yapping about something with you, like how we always do when neither of us can sleep. that's what always helps me get tired…not that I'm saying you're boring! *chuckle* what I'm trying to say is…I just feel so at ease when I know that you're listening to me talk…let's not get depressed now, haha. how is your day going dear? doing anything fun today? make sure to send pictures, I haven't been able to see your pretty face in a while. you know, I think I might head off now, starting to feel a bit drowsy. we've got day one in sydney tomorrow, so I'll probably talk to you about it all later. goodnight my love, I love you to the moon and back."

02.21.23 — 2:01 am

"yn! it's finally day one in sydney! ah, I really wish you were here right now. you'll be cheering me on from back at home, right? I know you'll be looking for videos after the concert haha. make sure to have fun today angel! and I'll make sure to pour my heart and soul into the performances for you, like I always do. sorry for this voice note being so short, but I've got to go. I love you!"

02.22.23 — 3:19am

"sydney day 2! ah, you really don't understand how overwhelming this experience is, yn. this is absolutely crazy, but I've probably already said this a ton, right? *laugh*...you know, I hope one day we can travel to australia together, and I could show you all my favourite places to go and things to do from when I was a kid. but that's saved for the future! just wait a bit longer, my love, I'll be back home faster than you can believe. and cheer me on today as well, alright! I'll do the same for you dear. I've got to go now, an exciting concert ahead. I love you."

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[elringtimes]

Until you (teaser)

synopsis: Your mother decided it best if you went on a trip during the summer for the first time in years. You pleaded with her to change your mind due to your fear of the ocean. Despite your protests, you end up on a remote island, where you end up meeting the most enchanting merman.

pair: merman!leehan x f!reader

warnings: heavy angst, some fluff! many mentions of death by drowning, talks death in general, leehan is actually kinda funny, phobia of water, more to be added

notes: my first official fic!! this is just the teaser but i am genuinely so excited to continue writing this, merman leehan has a chokehold on me, please tell me what you think so far 🥹

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Summer. The first summer after high school, specifically. This summer meant freedom, hanging out with your friends until late hours of the night, watching countless dramas curled up into your comfy sofa, going to concerts, sleeping over at a friends house every other night, this was the summer of your dreams.

Unfortunately, your mother had a different idea for your summer. You would be going to an island village off the coast of god-only-knows-where, great.

“But mom!” You whined, clearly upset with your mother’s choice for you. “I already told my friends that I would be here all summer!”

Obviously you did, you haven’t gone anywhere for summer vacation since you were in elementary school. Your cries seem to have fallen unto deaf ears, there was no changing her mind. She huffed as she finished folding her laundry.

“Which is exactly why we’re leaving this summer, it’s been too long, honey.”

Damn you and your inability to keep your thoughts to yourself.

You sighed defeatedly.

There truly was no getting out of this. Now, you wouldn’t mind if you were traveling to somewhere exotic and fun, somewhere you know, you could see on a map. But this place seemed so remote you were surprised that your mother was even able to find a flight that would drop you off here, wherever “here” was.

You began to scurry off as your mother told you that you were leaving tomorrow.

Wonderful, you didn’t even have time to bid farewell to your friends.

You continued up the stairs as you mentally began to sort through everything you were going to bring. If you were truly going to the middle of nowhere, then you needed lots of entertainment.

You murmured as you scoured through your room. Books, your journal, your nintendo switch— wait, would they even have internet where you were going? You sighed for the nth time since learning of this wonderful trip. Still packing your nintendo switch, because, surely the island has internet.

After an hour, you had finished packing. You were pleased with yourself, you somehow managed to make everything fit. Truthfully, your room, now barren, looked like you were moving out.

‘I’m just being cautious, better to be over prepared than under prepared.’ you convinced yourself.

Snuggling under your covers, you closed your eyes under your own roof for the last time this summer, tomorrow, you’ll be on a remote island.

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The flight wasn’t bad. You sent a silent prayer to the sky for the fact that all your luggage miraculously fit on the plane, and the staff didn’t make you take anything out.

You stepped out of the small airport. The salty spray of the sea breeze greeting you. The palm trees swaying in the wind, the wood infrastructure of the small buildings, the smell of the ocean entering your lungs.

Yeah, you hated it here.

Your mom found the hotel you would be staying at rather quickly. Ushering you into your own little room, before muttering something about going somewhere, grocery shopping, you think?

“This is your room (y/n), I'll be just across the hall from you.”

Your mother giddily explained.

She was ecstatic for this trip, loving the coast as if it were her own home. You never understood why. To you, the ocean was mysterious, and most importantly, dangerous.

Once she left, you took your time surveying the room, the interior of your little nook, the aquatic look it had, everything doused in various shades of blues, tans, and greens. The little twin bed that nestled into the corner, the bathroom that connected to your room, and a small kitchen with a mini fridge, microwave, and stovetop.

This was the place you’d call home for the next two months.

You squeezed your suitcases through the door, they took up half of your walking room. You began to unpack quietly, silently cursing your circumstances.

You highly doubted that you were going to escape this place without going near the ocean, but hey, you could still try.

You sat near the window, peering out into the vast, inky blue ocean that lapped at the rocks near your hotel. Goosebumps rose on your skin, the mere sight of that monstrous death trap made your mouth dry.

You made your way to your bed, sitting on the edge of it. Could you make it two months here?

Your thoughts were interrupted by your mother bursting through your door, causing you to jump. Didn’t she just leave for the store?

Your mother ushered you out of your room, then out of the hotel entirely. A sinking feeling crept upon you, so much for avoiding the ocean.

Your heart rate spiked as you felt the grainy sand under your feet, the sound of rushing water drowning out everything else, the wind whipping your face. You stood face to face with the monster, the waves crashing down against the shore, reaching out further, stretching to touch you.

You gulped. Your mother was beside herself with happiness, standing closer than you were, the water creeping over her feet, slowly removing the sand, trying to pull her under, but her expression was calm as she let the salty breeze rush against her face and hair.

You paled. Backing up slightly, you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the waves, how merciless they looked, they could ravenge you, pull you into them, take the oxygen from your lungs and replace it with salt water as you sink into the abyss.

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought. Slipping your shoes back on, you faced away from the ocean, cowering from it, and hastily made your way back to the hotel.

You left so fast you couldn’t even see the creature that was staring at you the moment you stepped onto the beach.

[christinebloodwrittings]

Something exactly like this

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none that I can think of.

Words: 2256

Chapter five: The rebel and me

Taglist: @xoxobabe @lavndrluv @whatamidoing89 @theboyrisingfromstardust

You: Hey, it's Y/n, we met at the concert.

Hobie: Panic attack girl?

You: Yeah, Hobie right?

Hobie: Indeed, tell me luv, how did you get this number?

You: Your friend spider gave it to me, says you're trustworthy.

Hobie: He's a hell of a guy.

You: Seems so.

Hobie: Is there anything I can do for you?

You: Did you know our friends set us up the other day?

Hobie: Yeah, Jess is not that discreet. I didn't mind, but I can't say the same about you.

You: what do you mean?

Hobie: Well, I know how I look, but your face told me I disgusted you.

You: I promise you, that's not it.

Hobie: I choose to believe you, tho I'm still wounded.

You: What can I do to make you feel better?

Hobie: Now that you mention it, I have another gig downtown, tomorrow night, come see me.

You: I'm not into concerts, you saw that.

Hobie: We're live streaming it, you can stay in my dressing room and watch it, safe and away from the crowd.

You: That actually doesn't seem half bad.

Hobie: Plus my makeup guy bailed on me, Jess told me you did her makeup once or twice, so if you could give me a hand it would mean the world.

You: I can't promise to do it professionally, but I can do my best.

Hobie: I'll send you the address, the show is at eight, be there at seven.

I put the phone away, sinking into the sheets. I think I blinked twice and when I looked at my phone again it was 3 a.m.

Curse fucking 3 am.

FUCK the horrible 3 a.m insomnia that brought my heart to push the play button, my ex's message, his voice and his words were like an anchor on the dark part of the ocean, and it kept pulling me further down under.

He wasn't really in any way the man I needed.

But he was who I wanted.

I longed for his touch, never taking into consideration how much he belittled me, or how many times he hurt me, I still wanted him.

It took me a year, to realize he was taking advantage of my devotion and loyalty, deep within me I just knew he wasn't the one, the endless crying told me that.

But I wanted his kisses, his touch, his laugh, his whole being to be beside me, his hips thrusting into me, his hands taking control of my body against the sheets. Making me moan into oblivion. I forgot many times how much he hurt me just to be like that with him.

It ended being like hugging acid, the more I tried, more patches of skin burnt off my body.

My body wasn't the same after him, after the cops, it was too much all of a sudden.

The incident had me looking rather broken, he noticed, but he took his sweet time into making me believe he loved every part of me. My friend made me realize, he just wanted attention and love, without the commitment of a relationship, and I fell for his promises and his caresses. All the times he claimed he loved me, suddenly meant nothing.

Writing or talking about how it felt when I had to let go, makes the feeling look so little and meaningless.

I missed him more than words are able to describe, he was everything and more to me. My first love.

I wanted to call him, to beg him to give me another chance, that I could be better. Tell him I missed him, that we could start over. But then I remember how much of a stab to my heart was to realize he cheated me with who knows how many girls, tricked me into being in a threesome with his ex girlfriend and him, and after three months into that polyamorous thing, we both realized there was a third girl.

I was never going to be enough, he begged her not to go away, but he discarded me in seconds, told me we could still be friends.

He had lied and cheated on me for a year; part of me knew and was just disappointed, ready to take revenge actions. The other curled against a corner of my mind and cried, screaming, begging for him not to say those words.

I didn't wanted him as a friend, not with my feelings burning my insides, so I just left, never called him though how much I wanted to, and he never talked to me again. Last thing I knew about him was that he went to a concert with the ex of one of his best friends, now you get what type of person he is.

"Y/n, Happy birthday my love, I hope you have a great day, in whatever you do today, enjoy the movie, I'll see you later tonight, I'll call you to let you know I'm close so you don't wait for me alone ok? I miss you, love you so much...have a great day".

I couldn't seem to forget him, he just kept resurfacing. Even more when trying to calm down the fire of need inside me, focusing on something random, a fictional character from a book, an actor... anything.

"FUCK!" Silently my rage was just too much to bare. My skin was on fire, the blood raised to my brain and that was enough to get me out of bed.

In moments of sadness or stress, instant ramen.

I slept a couple of hours, out of sheer luck really, the day at work passed by fast, almost as if it was trying to race me into something.

Finally it was around five in the afternoon, got to say, if it wasn't for Jess, I wouldn't notice myself tapping anxiously against the counter.

"Hey, I heard you're gonna go to Hobie's thing tonight" she had a singing tone, something she did to be obviously interested in the subject, and being highly suggestive about it.

"Yeah he asked me to be there at seven, I'm not sure I'll make it tho" it was about an hour of travel by public services, but my shift wasn't over yet.

"Because of the shift? I already told the boss I'll cover for you, so, go get changed or you'll be late" she nearly shoved me in direction to the back, excitedly so.

"You really want me to go out with him, huh?" She nodded with a huge smile.

"A quick date wouldn't hurt ya', maybe it will make you feel less depressed" it stung more than I could stand, I wanted to confront her, say that she should mind her own business, or to fuck off, but as many conversations with her in the past, it was going to end fruitless.

So I just changed and left, my pride shoved right down my throat.

After forty minutes underground and another 18 by bus, I managed to arrive at the pub. It was nothing quiet, a notorious establishment that stands out among the white fancy boutiques and houses that surround it. Mostly barnished wood from the outside, lots of records hanged by colorful threads under the name sign.

"Welcome fellow music lover, to the "Sundown", can I interest you with a drink?" By the door a punk-dressed waiter smiled at me, "Maybe later, I'm here for Hobie" He looked up and down on me, made a weird out face and sighed, "You sure as hell don't look like a groupie. Behind the stage there's a door, end of the corridor, the door with the star" he lazily pointed out.

I offered him a half smile, he turned so rude all of a sudden, it creep me out. Good thing I don't look like a potencially crazy person, or whatever that jackass meant by that.

I knocked on the door a few times, the ruckus inside poured out from under the door, so clearly couldn't hear me banging the door, I sounded like the freaking police. I did refrained from screaming "FBI open up", given that they have a reputation with cops, and who would be stupid enough to get hurt because of a prank? Not me, but I can't deny it crossed my mind.

"Heya darling~, what ya' doin' so far from the world lil' bird?" The one I assumed to be the drummer opened the door, took a second and worded out his phrase, making me instinctively take a step back. He chuckled given my lack of response, "I know I'm quite a sight, love, but don't undress me with those heaven eyes" Pushed his hair back and leaned forward, but got his ass dragged inside by Jess's boyfriend.

"Hey, I'm pulling my tricks man!" He whined, "That cheap shit never worked on anyone, and overall, not on her, she's my girl's best friend" he really put a halt on him.

"Thank you, Marcus" He turned his head towards me and nodded, not a very worded man, not unless it was absolutely necessary. "Whatever, what is she doin' here?" He let himself fall on the tiny seat behind his drums, pointing me with a drumstick. "This lovely señorita is here to enjoy the show and assist me with my makeup" Hobie walked up to him, took his sticks with a swift sway and worded a "Don't even dare" to him before turning back to me.

"I brought a few stuff I had lying around, didn't know if you would have equipment" he smiled, taking one my hands into his, "I indeed had nothing, you're a lifesaver" He winked.

Still with my hand in his, he walked towards a back couch, moved away a few music gadgets and his guitar away, took seat and pulled so I was just standing in between his legs.

"You go out mate, try on the drums on stage, I don't want my stylist to have any disturbances" His glare was subtle but he mean it, the jerk stood up and took off, leaving us alone.

I noticed carefully the fishnet shirt he rocked, it showed his torso almost completely, but that was smartly complemented with a denim black jacket, adorned with a plethora of pins and colorful patches.

"Better?" He smirked, "Much, thank you" he handed me a photo of a woman with a high sharp makeup, "You sure you want this?" He looked at the picture again and the at me, "Too much?" I shook my head, "I'll go with my hunch, then if you don't like it, I'll do what you wanted at first" he smiled and relaxed his body into the sofa.

He closed his eyes, sighing only a few times while I worked the tiny brush along his eyelid, "Next time, I'll be the one kicking his ass" he murmured making me giggle a little, "Don't move or I'll poke your eye" he was the one to smile, "Sorry".

"The waiter basically called me boring, is this not concert clothing?" I blended the line that I had just outlined, in the direction of the temple, the ink was taking shape on his skin, a standard smoky eye, but the gold eyeliner that I had brought was going to highlight his brown eyes perfectly.

"I think you look fairly cute, he's blind I say" he still had his eyes closed, so I guess he's the kind of man to actually take a notice on small details.

"You look rather dashing, like born to call attention on yourself, you'll be lucky to make it out alive if they catch you" his sudden frown almost made me lose balance with the eyeliner.

"They?" He murmured confused, as if he was that naive. I referred to his fans, he seemed to have understood it that way, by the time he had finished with his ohos, I gently painted his lips with a black gel lipstick.

"Mmh, do me a favor then" he spoke after a while, taking the lipstick off my hand and gesturing me to lean towards him. He then caressed the underside of my jaw with his fingers, making a little pressure and pulling my face forward.

He took the cap off, his free hand now gently holding the back of my head in place, before applying the back ink on my lips, his eyes fixed on me.

"Now, leave a kiss on me, anywhere" he acomodated himself on the couch, pulling his jacket down his arms a bit, seeing him so exposed made me feel an unexpected heat on my cheeks.

"What for?" I guess the laugh he got out of me was out of sheer awkwardness, either that, or he really had me blushing.

He took my hand, gently making me sit on his lap, he was so beautifully hypnotic, my body moved on it's own.

"I wanna cause some riot, have a little fun. Now, leave me a kiss, a bite mark, a hickey, 'm good with anythin' darling...please?" He pleaded, softly, very close to my ear. His hand moved up and gently held my back, his thumb making small circles.

"Can't have one of your friends do it?" I had my hands on his shoulders, but I had them almost hovering, I didn't wanted him to notice how much I was shaking.

"Not even at gunpoint, love, please? Pizza afterwards, your pick, my treat" his hand brushing my hair made my decision easier.

"Deal, but don't blame me if they kill you".

[rezcowgirl]

Cw: death

New York was beautiful and fraught.

Underworld was euphoric. And I'll write more about that later - we're seeing them again tomorrow, and I want them together in my brain, mostly separate from this post. The next day was also fun, wandering around on very sore feet and eating too much. Which was then followed by a day that I made a therapy appointment for.

I have this haunting photo of a raven flying around the bridge, screaming about a dead raven on a pathway below. There were two ravens making rounds, croaking and swooping, and people were completely taken with them and their mourning. Then 10 minutes after this photo was taken, we watched two people that were basically children die. And at the time, we didn't know the people were in harnesses, so we thought we were seeing 10 people hanging on for their lives.

Before impact, Larissa noted that "hey, the boat is moving" and then "I don't think that's going to fit under" and then we were directly above it. We were close enough to make eye contact to the people on the top masts.

Of course people were scrambling to the other side, mostly to take fucking videos, but my friend and few others were on the side of the impact looking into for anyone that may have fell into the water and calling emergency.

Larissa was saying "A boat just hit the bridge. There are people hanging from the masts." and they were incredulous, which I understand in hindsight I guess. Because if you say you just saw a tallship hit the Brooklyn Bridge, I do get that sounds crazy because it was. I now understand what people mean when they say they saw something in slow motion.

The only photo I have after this raven one is a singular photo of one of the whisky cocktails we stayed up drinking afterwards.

I was very drunk in a very old bar in line for the bathroom, and two girls behind me that just got out of an EDM event said "it's crazy what happened on the bridge" and I turned around and said "I'm sorry I have to tell you - I fucking saw it. I felt it." and they obviously were like "WTF". I said "I was just here for a concert! I don't know how to process this!" and they both gave me a hug, which was sweet. One of them brought up her phone to search for Underworld because she didn't know them, but then she discovered she had Born Slippy saved, so she played the first 2 minutes while we waited.

I hope those two random girls know they made me actually feel a lot better. They didn't have to be that nice to the very messed up Canadian in line to piss.

It's a lot to process. I'm ok. I'm just so sad for those kids. The ship was clearly set and lit up to be joyous and meaningful, which hurts a lot.

[thehypnone]

Hi, same anon from a few weeks ago that was asking if you could write some little sick Phantom.

I was supposed to go to the concert last night that got rescheduled, luckily I still get to go but I've been crying all morning and now am at work trying not to cry more even though it's kinda dumb because I get to go tomorrow.

Do you think I can get some more little Phantom comfort?

Thank you in advance if you do ❤️

I'm so sorry this happened darling :( and feeling like this it's not dumb at all, it's completely valid! I hope you're better now <3

this is short and rushed because I just got off work but wanted to deliver this asap, I hope it's decent

sorry for the asks that had been waiting, I'll take care of everything tommorow because today was my last day at work

First time it happened he was so scared.

He didn't know what was going on, the only thought in his fuzzy brain being "wrong". It never happened before and he was scared and didn't know what to do, where to go.

Something in his mind started to slip after his panic when he messed up again, another song. He knew it was normal, each and every one of them messed up and he never ate himself up for doing so.

But that day... he was tired. Another show in a row, not being able to get enough rest on the loud and jumping bus in between them, Phantom was exhausted. He grew to love touring, playing, but it was tiring. And he was on the verge.

Everyone was getting snappy and he was sure someone was close to actually smacking him over the head, not just playfully for the show.

He cried, under the mask, when he messed up that night. Tried to calm down, take deep breaths through the fabric muzzle and tell himself to not be dramatic. It didn't work.

Well, not exactly.

He felt his brain slowing, but not stopping at just "calm". It slowed further, until all he could think about was how scared he was of punishment for his mistake. Mistakes.

Phantom has no idea how he got through the rest of the show, but he did his best, even if he was practically shaking with held back sobs by the time the last song ended. He hoped no one noticed, he was so stupid, dramatic but he was so scared, he-

"Hey, bug," Swiss' voice cut through the haze as he squeezed Phantom's hand. When did he grab it? His eyes widened, he wasn't fast enough to hold back a whine. "You alright?"

He opened his mouth to say yes, but his words just wouldn't come out. His heart sped up impossibly, shoulders slumped as his fear only grew.

What was going on, why couldn't he think, why didn't he understand what was going on around, what was everything so loud, why his limbs felt so heavy, why-

"Calm down, kid, you're okay," he heard Swiss again.

Kid.

A kid.

That's... that's what he was.

He was just a kid who ended up in front oh thousands of people full of expectations and he failed them all. He failed his packmates, his Papa. He was just a kid but he was already a failure.

Somehow he ended up on a couch. When did he get to a couch?

The couch was... warm. And its shape was weird.

The couch was talking.

"Back with me, bug, it's alright, I've got you," it wasn't the couch, it was Swiss.

Phantom jumped, he failed Swiss too, he couldn't be comforted by him.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," the multi ghoul cooed again, smoothing a big, warm hand over Phantom's back. It was nice. "There you go, that's the happy purr."

Baby.

Purr? He was purring?

He tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't. There was so little words in his head.

"Don't try to talk, kid, there's no need. Just relax."

Kid.

Phantom liked that, it was like Swiss... understood. Even if he himself didn't. It was nice. Swiss was nice.

He couldn't say it, but he cuddled closer, curling up more in Swiss' lap. He hoped Swiss would understand.

"There you go, yeah, just like that, kid, I've got you."

He did, Swiss did have him, Swiss was home, he was-

"Safe," Phantom mumbled, the only word he seemed to have right now.

"Yes, you're safe," Swiss chuckled.

The quintessence ghoul whined in protest, though, shook his head, "You... safe."

"I'm... safe?" Swiss asked, Phantom shook his head again.

"I... mean safe?" that got Swiss an enthusiastic nod and a happy chirp before he burrowed back into the crook of his neck. "Yes, baby, safe with me. Always safe with me."

.

.

.

When he was himself again, Swiss made him talk with Rain about what happened. How exactly did he feel, how did his head feel. Phantom was embarrassed, he told them it was just stupid panic attack or something, he was just being dramatic, he was tired.

Rain begged to differ.

He told Phantom he regressed. Something that Rain themself did sometimes, Dew and Mountain too, though slightly different. He told him it was normal, that he could learn to enjoy feeling all small.

Phantom could believe that... but only if Swiss would be there to keep him safe.

[crystalsnow95z]

hi love, i missed your fics❤️i had a request for you!

jimin & hoseok go live together after a concert and jimin can’t stop sneezing bc of his allergies. (add your little bless you commentary pls it’s so cute😔)

Thank you so much! I'm so happy you like them, I'm sorry I disappeared for a bit but I think I fixed my mental state enough to write again 😅 for the first time in a month and a half I'm actually decently happy with this one.

In case you missed it in the request..

Warning: sneeze content

"I love you! I'll see you tomorrow!" Namjoon calls ad the seven boys slowly disappeared underneath the stage.

Jimin tried to speak, but the itch in his nose he's been trying to ignore all concert was building up, so he opted to make a heart above his head instead, scrunching his nose to try to hold the sneeze in for a few seconds longer.

"Eh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes as soon as the lift drops him out of sight of Army sniffling to stop his nose from dripping. "Heh'hehitchi!" The sneezes he was holding back hit him all at once, Hoseok wrapping an arm around him to keep him from falling while the lift drops to the floor. "He..heheigh!"

"Aiigo..Bless you..are you sure you aren't sick, Jiminie?" Hoseok asks Jimin, rubbing the back of his neck. "You don't feel warm.."

"I'm fine, hyung. Staff already checked..che..sh..tich!" Jimin sneezes again, rubbing his finger across his nose. "I saw a doctor this morning before the concert. There's something about the air here that's setting off my allergies.."

"Did you take any medicine?" Hoseok asks, searching for a tissue for Jimin's runny nose, bringing him the box.

"Thanks hyung.. I don't understand..I'm usually not allergic to pollens.." Jimin blows his nose, sniffling again. "Yeah. I did before the show, but it really started wearing off during dope. I almost sneezed during my part..it was awful.. my nose itched so much.." he complains, his breath hitching for another sneeze that doesn't come. "Ugh.. I promised Army I would do a live tonight because I didn't join you guys for the live in Amsterdam."

"Army will understand if you aren't feeling well and skip it until you feel better." Hoseok reassures him, rubbing his dongsaeng's neck.

Jimin doesn't answer right away, trying to tickle the painful sneeze out of him, his breath hitching once more. "Heh..heiycvh!"

"Bless you.. Jiminie you don't need to force.." Hoseok starts, but Jimin interrupts him.

"No, no they'll only worry if they noticed I was sneezing a lot on stage then don't keep my promise. I want to at least expl..ah..heh'tichiu!" Jimin sneezes into the tissue, trying to clean up the mess that dripped from him.

"Are you sure you're okay Jiminie?" Namjoon asks, offering Jimin some water. "You've been sneezing quite a bit today.."

"Jiminies having issues with his allergies..I noticed there's a lot of plants I've never seen before by the hotel and stadium. Maybe one of those are setting them off." Hoseok explains for Jimin when he notices Jimin's face contorting as another sneeze builds.

"Heh'heh..ktchitxh!" Jimin stops fighting the sneeze when Hoseok finished talking, taking the water Namjoon offered. "Thanks Hyung.. all this sneezing is starting to hurt my throat..I'm surprised Taehyung-ah doesn't lose his voice when he sneezes.."

"Bless you.. make sure you wear a mask when you aren't singing to try to reduce the pollen that you breathe in.." Namjoon tells him with concern. "I'll ask staff to get you one with a filtering system."

"Thanks hyung.." Jimin takes a drink of water, trying to soothe his scratchy throat."Jungkookie seemed pretty sniffly today too. You should get..h..hey..iyfxh!' Another sneeze erupts from Jimin.

"I'll make sure he gets checked, too. Hopefully, it's just allergies for him too." Namjoon leaves to check on Jungkook.

"Go get changed so you can go home. I'll join you for a quick live session, okay, Jiminie. It'll be easier to do a live with another person with you." Hoseok offers.

"Thanks, hyungie. That'd be great."

Jimin followed Namjoon's advice, pulling up his mask as soon as they pulled up to the hotel, but he swore that whatever was setting off his allergies were still penetrating through the mask, causing an unbearable itch at the bridge of his nose.

Hoseok leads him inside, quickly using his key card to open the door to the hotel keeping his arm around Jimin's shoulder.

"He..he'hitch.." Jimin sneezes, grimacing when he feels the liquid drip down his nose and soak into the mask. "Eugh.." Jimin sniffles unhappily, not wanting to remove it until he was safely in the hotel room.

"Bless you Jimin-ah.. the medicine will kick in soon.. we can stay live until the sneezes settle down, but you should sleep after." Hoseok leads him to his room, fighting back a yawn.

"It's okay if you get tired, hyung. You can leave whenever you..he..geychi!"

"Bless you.." Hoseok says sympathetically.

"I can do it on my own or ask Jungkookie or Taehyungie to do it if you're tired.." Jimin digs out his key to his room.

"I'm not tired, Jiminie. I'm hungry..don't worry about me. Let Taehyungie and jaykay sleep. Those two were already falling asleep on the ride home." Hoseok reassures him, going into Jimin's bathroom to get a washcloth, wetting it and returning to Jimin, wiping his face clean. "Your nose is still so red, baby."

"Hyung that tick..eh..heh'tichi! Heyh..hitdhu!" Jimin sneezes, quickly backing up to avoid sneezing on Hoseok.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make it worse.." Hoseok apologizes, giving Jimin the wet cloth.

"Heh'itchiiugh...it's okay.." Jimin sniffles, wiping his face.

"Bless you.." Hoseok goes to the humidifier at the side of Jimin's bed, hoping it would help. "I'm going to make food, do you want anything?"

"I'd like some ramen.. something a little spicy to help clear my nose." Jimin starts setting up for the live, adjusting his phone so both him and Hoseok could be in frame.

"Alright, coming right up. You can start without me while I cook."Hoseok starts boiling water for them.

Jimin goes to speak, but ends up sneezing instead. "Heh..heditxxchu!"

"Bless you Jimin-ah. I'll make you some tea too." Hoseok searches for teabags in the kitchen.

"I'm going to fix up my make up first.." Jimin goes into the bathroom, blowing his nose once more before trying to use some concealer to lessen the redness. "Ugh..my eyes are a bit puffy..and I look like Rudolph..!"

Hoseok giggles when he hears Jimin whining at his reflection. "You still look cute." He calls to him, reassuring the younger boy about his insecurities. "Army will still think you're adorable too."

You're just saying that..I'll just do what i can to cover it up, maybe if i dont sit too close to the camera no one will notice. Jimin finishes up his face just as Hoseok gets the noodles into the living room. "Foods done?"

"Yeah, but it's still super hot. I burnt my mouth trying it.." Hoseok warns, sipping some water to try to soothe his tongue.

"I'll be sure to..to..hyh..heh'tichi!" Jimin sneezes, sighing irritably. "That one hurt..:

"Bless you.. Are you okay?" Hoseok asks, concern etched on his face.

"Yeah.. I'm okay.. are you ready for the live?" Jimin checks the angle once more before sitting down next to Hoseok.

"Ready when you are." Hoseok confirms, blowing on his noodles to try to get a not so painful bite.

Jimin hits play, picking up his noodles, surprised that within seconds there were already people in the chat. "Hello army.."

"Hi Army." Hoseok greets the small handful of people who already entered, then slurps his noodles. "Aiish, I shouldn't be eating noodles before the show tomorrow, my face is going to be so puffy.."

"You look cute with chub..ch.." Jimin puts up a finger thinking he had to sneeze, but nothing comes. "Chubby looking cheeks." He finishes his sentence, taking a bite of noodles.

The two eat chatting with each each other while they wait for more army to join, watching the comment section.

LovePJM13: hi Jimin oppa, I saw the show tonight and it was amazing, but in one of the photos I took it looks like you were crying. Are you okay?

"Ah, no. No i wasn't crying at all tonight. I was really..ah..Heh'hehitchi!" Jimin sneezes before he could put the noodles down to cover his face, choking on the noodles.

"Bless you baby..Are you okay? Drink some of your tea.. " Hoseok quickly takes the bowl from him and moves the camera so Jimin is out of frame, rubbing his back to try to ease his cough.

Jimin takes a drink of the tea, trying to wash down the noodles. "Yeah,yeah, I'm okay now..but that was awful.."

"Here.. you got broth on your face." J-hope uses his sleeve to wipe Jimin's chin. "Ah, the chat is worried.."

Jimin looks over, noticing the comment section flooding with concern. "Don't worry. I'm fine. It didn't really hurt it scared me more than anything.."

Tannie13: Do you have a cold?

Jungshookie9: Are you sick? I saw you sneezing during spring day..

Hoseok readjusted the camera so they could sit on the floor, looking through the comments. "Jiminie isn't sick. It's just allergies. Him and Jungkookie are both having issues, but it's worse for Jiminie."

"We'll only be here for another two days. I'll be fine. It's more annoying than anything." Jimin tries to reassure army, but his body has other plans. "Heh'itcgih! Heh..itcvxhyu!" Jimin covers his face with his arms, sniffling miserably.

"Bless you Jiminie.. they really aren't going away.." Hoseok frowns, rubbing Jimin's back. "You poor thing.."

"I'm doing better than earlier.. my eyes were more puffy when I was in the bathroom.." Jimin looks at himself through the camera lens. I wish it was my sneezes improving though..

"Are you guys healthy army? I know a lot of people get sick when the seasons change. Jinnie-hyung was just getting over a cold when we left Korea for our tour.." Jimin asks, but when he tries to watch the comments, his eyes start to water, another round of sneezes building covering his face.

"Hey'Itfgih! Heh'hehitchi! Ah..ah..hitcxhi!" Jimin sneezes, quickly standing up. "I'm sorry.. I got to blow my nose.." his voice comes out congested and soft, leaving Hoseok in charge of the chat.

"Bless you.. take your time Jimin-ah, I'll keep army company." Hoseok tries to calm Jimin's concerns about having to get up so suddenly.

"Army if you saw the show tonight what was your favorite part and if you didn't go what did you do today?" Hoseok asks, watching Jimin leave with concern. "Jiminie Army says bless you!" He calls to Jimin when he finds that he can't catch any of the comments except for the bless yous and I love you Jimin that flooded the chat. "We love you Jiminie!"

Jimin was glad for Hoseok's shouting, helping to conceal the sound of him blowing his nose, the clear gooey liquid soaking through the toliet paper. Maybe I should ask Hobi-hyung to take over the live.. I'm such a mess..Army want to see me when I'm handsome and smiling..

Jimin takes out his phone to text Hoseok, hoping he'd check it, but after retouching up his make up and still not getting a response he returned to the livingroom, bowing to the stream. "Sorry everyone.. I know this isn't what you had in mind when I said I'd go live in the next city.."

"Jimin-ah, you don't need to apologize. No one's upset that you aren't feeling your best.. we're just worried about you." Hoseok pulls him into a hug.

"Hobi-hyung.. I'm so ugly and gross right now.. I think we should turn off the live and you can do one on your own for army in my place." Jimin whispers so only Hoseok hears, only earning him a tighter hug.

"Don't say stuff like that Jimin-ah, you're being too hard on yourself. You look fine.. it's just a little redness to your face, it's no big deal. Okay?" Hoseok whispers back to him, gently ruffling Jimin's hair and letting him go, turning to talk to the camera. "Army! Isn't Jimin so handsome today? I don't think a stuffy nose is enough to ruin it."

Jimin watches the comment section flood his jaw clenched with nerves. They're just going to say Hyung always thinks I'm cute or lie just to make me feel better..

DaddyJoon9:You have the cutest little sneezes I just wish they didn't make you miserable 😔

HEYStobit77:You think the sniffles are enough to ruin your pretty face? You're crazy oppa. You're still handsome!

Ot7borababy:You're still my beautiful angel. Sick or not. Just feel better soon.

Tannie13: we don't care about your looks. You're very handsome but I'm here for your sweetness, Mochi. Please smile.

Jimin tried to catch every comment that rushes by, his eyes filling with tears when he sees all the supportive comments flooding into his heart, sniffling once more.

"Jimin-ah are you crying?" Hoseok asks in concern when Jimin lays his head in his palms, letting out a shaky breath. Hoseok leans forward to read the comment section, relaxing when he sees nothing but positivity, a mix of compliments and concern. "Jimin-ah tell Army why you're crying.."

"I-i'm just happy.. Thank you Army.. I love you guys so m-much.." Jimin lifts his head to speak to them, smiling through his tears.

Hoseok uses his thumbs to dry Jimin's eyes. "Hey, hey Jimin-ah? Guess what?"

"Huh?" Jimin sniffles, looking at Hoseok's bright smile.

"You haven't sneezed since you sat back down. They're starting to stop." Hoseok announces relieved for his stressed out dongsaeng.

"Hyung..don't jinx it.." Jimin smiles, wiping his face with his sleeve. "Let's finish our noodles and get to bed.. I think I've had enough excitement for one day.."

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2023 Christmas & 2024 (Jan-April) Twitter

22 Dec Reita: "It's Christmas, so maybe I should throw something from the stage." "A kiss, perhaps?"

Aoi QT: "I had this weird feeling of heartburn, then I checked Twitter and it was you. Mori."

(TN "森" (Mori) seems to be an inside joke rather than its usual meaning of "forest.")

Reita QT: 😘

Ruki QT: "Since it's the day before, I tried to write something enthusiastic, but then I saw this, and now I'm 'Mori' too."

Reita QT: "My dream is to make the whole world green 🌳"

23 Dec Ruki: "Hey, when did you all stop believing in Santa? I honestly thought he would come with reindeer until I was about 7."

Ruki: "I was so excited, half-opening my eyes to watch, and there was my dad stomping in, bringing the present. I had asked Santa for a figurine of my favorite character, but for some reason, my dad got the weakest enemy character instead, and I cried my heart out, lol."

24 Dec Uruha: "It's finally tomorrow 🎄 It's been just over five months since we announced it in July, and time flew by so fast. The cold adds to the atmosphere, but be careful not to get sick 🙆"

24 Dec Ruki: "I'll probably say it again tomorrow, but for now, Merry Christmas to everyone 🙏🎄 Have a great night 🕯️🌙"

24 Dec Reita: "Tomorrow, I'll paint you all red. Enjoy yourselves while you still can today."

25 Dec Ruki: "Thanks to everyone who asked if my leg is okay. You noticed, huh? Mori🌳 No worries, I'm fine 🙆‍♂️ Are your necks doing okay?"

25 Dec Reita: "Good job, everyone! Thanks to all of you, it turned out to be a wonderful night. Thank you for spending it with me 😊 Let’s meet again."

25 Dec Uruha: "Merry Christmas 🎄 Thank you for today ✨ I successfully blew my mind on this holy night. I’m overwhelmed with emotion 🙏"

25 Dec Ruki: "Thank you, 2023 🔥🔥🔥"

25 Dec Kai: "Great job at the Christmas live! Amid a pleasant sense of tension, it became such a fun show that was perfect to close out the year! Thank you. Next year, we might make you wait a little, but we’ll definitely be back! Please look forward to it! I promise 🤝 Great job, everyone 👍"

25 Dec Ruki: "Also, I apologize again for the delay in starting the show due to some trouble. Thanks to everyone who waited, we were able to put on the best live performance under that completed stained glass and lighting. I’m grateful to everyone who created that Christmas space and lived in the same moment with us 🙏"

25 Dec Aoi: "I wonder what this feeling is… This sense of emptiness after getting home, it almost makes me feel like the live concert was just a dream… Today's live was so much fun."

25 Dec Reita: "I'm drinking the alcohol Aoi treated me to 🍹"

25 Dec Reita: "For some reason, I feel like I purely enjoyed today’s live. With tour finals, I always feel a bit more pressure."

26 Dec Kai: "Good morning. Yeah. I really feel like we had a live show. Today, even if I have to crawl, I’m going to the chiropractor 🙋‍♂️.

Kai: "I'm back! 😤 Alright, shall I make a cake?"

27 Dec Aoi: "Hey, what's up? Today I'm going to have my last guitar lesson of the year. I'm good at love, but I still need to practice playing the guitar. :) See you <3"

31 Dec Aoi: "Thank you all for your continued support this year. It has been a very fruitful year, and I’m incredibly happy to have been cherished by everyone. In the coming year, I want to keep improving and repay all of you even more, while always keeping in mind the spirit of self-discipline and perseverance. As we approach the end of the year, please take care to avoid accidents or falling ill, and have a wonderful New Year. — Aoi"

2024

Ruki: "Happy New Year 🐉🔥 I’m going all out again this year. Thank you for your continued support 🙏🔥"

Jan 1 Uruha: "Happy New Year, everyone 🐲 Thank you for your continued support this year as well. Please enjoy a wonderful New Year’s holiday 🎍"

Jan 3 Aoi: "Since the new year started, all I’ve been doing is playing guitar. My fingers are stiff as a rock."

Aoi: "Even though Japan has been going through tough times since New Year's, some might think, 'Must be nice to just sit around playing guitar.' Personally, I believe that instead of tweeting about my worries here, it's better to participate in donations and trust the organizations to help those affected. I won’t tweet about this kind of thing in the future either, nor will I say 'I donated!'"

Ruki QT: "Similarly, I've decided that in 2024, I'll do everything I can to the best of my ability. I want to make sure that whatever effort I put in, even if it's just 1mm, will physically help those affected by disasters or my dear fans who send me DMs and messages. That includes donations. During the pandemic, I realized that words can sometimes be powerless, so instead of saying more, I’ll focus on doing what I can 👍"

Aoi: "But I sincerely hope that the days when everyone can smile will return soon. The sentence got cut off due to the character limit, so please forgive me."

Ruki QT: "And in the future, after the recovery, I want to be ready with the music and places that only we can create. So that when people need music, they’ll remember us first. This is something I learned in 2019 when the future was uncertain. I won’t do things I can’t continue. I’ll hold onto my core. I truly hope for a quick recovery."

Ruki: "So, in 2024, it’s unusual, but I haven’t gone anywhere yet. Instead, I’ve been watching a lot of things I didn’t get to see at all last year while at home. After watching all kinds of genres, I randomly came across a visual kei interview on YouTube, and it was edgy and really interesting."

Ruki: "I think people who are edgy or stick to their convictions are great, regardless of their age. It’s not about comparing yourself to others, but as long as you cherish your own core, that edgy part of you will probably never fade away. Visual kei is really fascinating."

Ruki: "The ones who are anxious are the people on the ground, so I’m going to refrain from shouting 'I’m worried' from a safe place and instead focus on doing what I can. I didn’t feel like being on social media at the start of the year, but from now on, I’ll be posting more. I’ll write again soon 🙏."

Jan 9 Aoi: "Good morning, my little Xiao Maos. Today, I have a special item to introduce. 👇 Be sure to get this FLEECE JACKET 👇 #theGazettE #RAD"

Aoi: "No, remember when we were at Budokan? I got "The Apothecary Diaries" manga and read it. It was so interesting that I ended up watching the entire anime adaptation too. 😁"

Jan 14 Kai: "Hearing the news day after day since the New Year, I couldn’t find the right words when I thought about the people affected. For now, I want to focus all my energy on the actions I can take and the things I need to do right in front of me. I hope that normal life returns as soon as possible."

Jan 20 Aoi: "HBD to ME 🍰"

Jan 20 Kai: "Happy Birthday, Aoi 🎂🎉 I'm going to try and get Aoi-kun in the Memo Collection lottery 🫡"

Jan 20 Ruki: "Aoi Birthday"

Jan 20 Reita: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Aoi 🍰 I’m going for a highball today! 🥃"

Jan 20 Uruha: "Happy birthday, Aoi 🎂 Cheers with wine today 🍷"

Feb 1 Aoi: "HBD RUKI 🎂"

Feb 1 Reita: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RUKI 🎙️ Shall we go for an oolong highball today?!! Cheers 🍻"

Feb 1 Uruha: "Happy birthday, Ruki-kun 🎂 I hope you have a wonderful day 🙏✨"

Feb 2 Reita: "Pick playing is definitely the coolest."

Feb 7 Aoi: "The weather is nice ☀︎."

Feb 8 Kai: "Hello. The cold days continue. It seems like a lot is going around, so everyone, take care of yourselves 🤝. Lately, I’ve been rearranging my room and working in complete darkness—it’s become my new thing. Atmosphere is important, after all 🕯️. I can’t wait to see everyone again."

Feb 22 Ruki (about MASS final DVD): "Due to an unexpected issue arising in the final stage of production, the band has decided that we cannot release something that isn’t perfect as a work, so the release date will be postponed. As soon as the new release date is confirmed, we will let you know right away, so please wait a little longer 🙏."

Ruki: "And everyone, it’s been about two weeks? How are you doing? I’ve been getting beat down by the air pressure 🤜."

Ruki: "The whole 'air pressure is crazy' thing feels like something you can’t control, right? Is there anything you’re doing to cope with it? 🤦‍♂️"

Ruki: "Everyone’s replies are so warm. Looks like a lot of people are struggling with the same thing. There’s a lot of useful info, so if you’re having trouble, check out the replies 🤝☕️"

Ruki: "Here’s one useful tip from me 🤲. Goreisan (a herbal remedy) is apparently also effective for throat swelling. I was prescribed it and now I can’t go without it, so I recommend it."

Ruki: "It’s very unfortunate that my first tweet in a while is starting to look like a herbal medicine introduction account."

Mar 1 Ruki: "Thank you all for waiting. Finally, the release date has been set. I believe it’s a work that reflects the current state of the GazettE and will give you something new to look forward to this year, so I hope for your support 🙏🔥"

Mar 10 Ruki: "For our 22nd anniversary, each member has created five unique commemorative T-shirts and bears 🙏. I collaborated with illustrator Kojiman, who creates modern ukiyo-e, to have this design drawn 🔥. I've always thought his work was amazing, so I'm glad we could work together 🙏🔥 It’s really cool, so check it out 🇯🇵👘🕺

Mar 10 Reita: "Thanks to all of you, we’ve reached our 22nd anniversary. Has it really been that long…? Thank you always! And please continue to support us!"

Mar 10 Kai: "Happy Birthday the GazettE 🎂🎉 ✨22nd Anniversary✨ Each member's unique style really shines through, and we’ve got a fantastic lineup 😌 Don’t miss it 🤝✨ By the way, the sticks my bear is holding are actually repurposed from my used drumsticks 🥁😏"

Mar 10 Uruha: "The GazettE has successfully reached its 22nd anniversary 👏🏻. Although we can’t share this moment with you in person right now, I promise we’ll take all the energy we’ve built up and deliver it to you through new music on stage soon 👊🔥 I’m grateful we could reach this day, and I look forward to the day we can meet again at a live show‼︎🙏"

Mar 10 Kai: "Since today is March 10th, I watched a few of our past live performances, and as expected, the most recent Budokan live was the absolute best! The latest and the greatest, it's that kind of work! Please look forward to it 🤝✨"

Mar 13 Reita: "Until the 18th. Go outside wearing the T-shirt and hugging the bear 🐻"

Mar 18 Reita: "Today’s the last day, so please don’t forget about our other selves 🫡"

Mar 19 Reita: "People I meet often ask me, 'Are you a hairstylist?' and I always answer, 'I’m a concept.'"

Mar 27 Uruha: "Every year around this time, my hay fever symptoms were terrible, but thanks to some recently prescribed medicine, my symptoms have almost completely disappeared. I wish I could tell my past self, who was suffering during live shows, and I’m so grateful to be free from that hell going forward 🥹🙏"

Mar 27 Kai: "Good morning, March is already almost over. Time flies, but it’s limited, isn’t it? Even if you’re going back and forth and not making progress, I believe that the time spent worrying and trying is never wasted. I really want to see you all soon 🤝"

Apr 4 Uruha: "The YAMAHA headphones I impulsively bought are amazing. The headphone cables always got in the way and killed my performance during recording, so this is the perfect solution for me. Once you dive into the world of wireless with no latency, there’s no going back."

Apr 10 Aoi: "Speaking of which, the new fan club newsletter should be arriving soon. We put a lot of effort into updating the content, so I hope everyone enjoys it. Each of the features and comments is carefully crafted, so please take your time and enjoy it. (There are still lots of different projects coming up, so look forward to them.)"

Apr 13 Aoi: "＼＼\ Saturday the 13th //／／"

Apr 14 Reita: "The delayed DVD will be released in just a few days. Please make sure to watch it 🫡"

[bell-askblog]

Hi Bell!! It's been a while partially because life, so I'll give you a brief rundown of what I've been up to. ^-^

I've been doing classes mostly, but they're really fun this semester! I've got a feature writing class, so I'm actually writing an article, and it's super fun (albeit a lot of work), I've got a class that's about Greek and Roman mythology, which is also super fun bc I was def a Percy Jackson kid growing up. I have a British romanticism class which I love bc romanticism is my favorite literary era. And I have symphonic band, but the songs for this next concert are honestly pretty difficult.

Also! I have exams tomorrow and Wednesday ( ´-ω-). And I'm lowkey freaking out. After that, I plan on going home to do interviews.

Anyways, how's life on your end?

Ah, it has been a while, my friend Pyxrin.

I'm glad you've been having fun! An article, huh? Best of luck with that! And mythology? Wow. I myself never recall having any interest in mythology and such, Perseus definitely helped to numb any interest I potentially, but I am happy you have such fascinating classes. Bands are always lovely to listen to, do tell what songs you're performing! I'd love to check them out. You all have such freedom in your educations... it is quite interesting, I must say. Good luck on your exams and interviews, too!

My life has been alright. I am aware I haven't been active much, and I greatly apologize for my untimed... disappearance. Nothing much has been going. Rekindling old relationships, medications, fixing up life... you know how it is. I have to figure out how to subsist after all.

I've gotten a new job, too! We'll see how it works out, but ah... I work with computers now. I can't say much on what I do just yet, it's a little confidential, but I'm enjoying it so far. My skills in decoding are finally being polished once more!