#| funny how that worked bc another one of these songs was sang by an artist who had their song used in the WF trailer. really got

[spagheddiediaz]

inspiration saturday!

tagged by @thewolvesof1998

bc i woke up this morning to see that taylor sang you are in love as her second surprise song last night and i was immediately slapped in the face with buddie feels.

i think it will eventually be a full length fic based off the song but anyway please enjoy

burnt toast, sunday

Sleeping through the night was rare for Buck. If his neighbor’s echoing voice didn’t wake him out of a deep sleep, it was a nightmare. If a barking dog outside his window at 3am didn’t do the trick, Maddie drunk butt dialing him after karaoke night would pull him right out of his peaceful slumber. Tonight, though? Tonight was one of those rare nights where his brain was able to shut off the outside world completely as his body sank deeper and deeper into the familiarity of the Diaz couch.  At least the sun was up when he was awoken to the sound of an alarm blaring, his mind telling him to get up, jump into his turnouts, and hop into the truck. His eyes blinked open, realizing instantly he wasn’t at the station bunk room and was instead in Eddie’s living room, a half-empty beer bottle on the coffee table from the night before. He lifted his head, looking around and instantly recognizing the familiar smell.  The smell of …smoke. “Chris - CHRISTOPHER.” Buck screamed at the top of his lungs, his body bolting off the couch before his mind had the chance to even wake up. “CHRIS - EDDIE!” He screamed, knocking down the end table and running down the hall to find Christopher sitting at the kitchen table with a look of pure judgment on his face. Eddie was leaning against the counter, a fire extinguisher by his side as he stared at the piece of completely burnt toast on his plate.  “I.. don’t want to talk about it.” Eddie shook his head, moving the extinguisher back against the wall of the counter.  Buck’s heart was still racing even though he could very clearly see that neither of his boys were in any type of danger whatsoever.. Unless you count having no breakfast as danger. Which.. Yeah. Hangry Eddie could sometimes be dangerous. He went to pick Christopher up, needing to feel that he was safe. Christopher let him, wrapping his arms and legs around Buck and letting himself snuggle into his neck.  Once Buck’s pulse returned to a normal rhythm, he let out a long breath of relief,  his hand rubbing Christopher’s back in slow circles, the movement grounding him.  Chris was older now. And while the days of routine snuggles before bedtime were behind them, Christopher was the most emotionally intelligent kid Buck had ever met. He knew when to give Eddie space, and when a hug would ease his mind. He knew to ask Buck to take him out for ice cream after a rough shift, and when to “accidentally” fall asleep against his side during movie night. Most of all, he knew when and how to lighten the mood of any situation, really. “Buck?” Chris asked, lifting his head from where it was resting in his neck. “Yeah, Superman?” Buck asked, shifting him in his arms. He looked to the fire extinguisher, and then to his father. “Is this… technically ironic?” Buck was only able to keep a straight face for about .4 seconds before bursting out into laughter, having to set Christopher down so he could try and collect himself, but every time he tried he fell into another laughing fit, clutching at his ribs while tears started to roll down his cheeks. “It’s not that funny.” Eddie’s lips couldn’t help but curve up at the sound of Buck’s laughter, his body relaxing at one of his favorite sounds.  “It’s - Eddie. You do realize you just technically worked on a Sunday.” Buck said through his tears, wiping them away with his sleeve. It might not have been a five alarm, but Eddie did just put out a fire. “And without overtime pay!” He teased, knowing damn well Eddie wouldn’t be stepping foot into 118 on a Sunday unless the words “overtime” were spoken.  “I’d put you on the couch..” Eddie glared at Buck, his smile still not fading. “But you’re already there.” “Boom. Roasted.” Chris made a fist and punched the air towards Buck, letting both of them know he wasn’t taking anyone’s side.. At least not openly. “So… Buck. Can you make pancakes?”  “As long as your dad doesn’t go near the stove.” He walked towards Eddie, placing a hand on his waist only to push him out of the kitchen ever so gently.

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[v-hope]

One Way Ticket

Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Yeontan bc Family)

Genre: Flufffff, established relationship, long distance relationship (not for long), and like, slight angst at the beginning if you squint your eyes and do a backflip

Word Count: 4k

Summary: Long distance relationships are never an easy thing, and although you and Taehyung had managed to make it work for four years and were used to not seeing each other that much already, he couldn’t help but feel like his birthday was ruined at the news of you being stuck at the airport due to a bad weather flight delay. However, although things didn’t quite go to plan, it only took for you to arrive two hours before the day was over for it to be his happiest of birthdays so far.

A/N: Hellooo, well, obviously this is for my man’s birthday 🥳💝 This story takes place in my Red Flags series’ timeline since one of you requested it and I thought it would be really cute, but you don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on here. I hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts~

“You were supposed to be here today” Taehyung reminded you, unconsciously tightening his hold on the phone as his low voice did a good job at letting you know just how upset he was.

You sighed, that alone letting him know you weren’t having a good time with said fact that was just not happening anymore either. “I can’t control the weather, love…”

Now, he knew that. Of course he knew that. But right then, he really fucking wished you did control the weather. That way you wouldn’t be stuck in another continent still due to a snowstorm that had delayed, if not cancelled, all flights that week — a stupid snowstorm that was keeping you away from him for longer than you should have.

It was a joke. It had got to be a joke.

That was what Taehyung kept telling himself throughout the whole phone call, and continuing to believe —to wanting to believe— so even after you hung up.

You were supposed to arrive that night. That had been the plan all along. All his schedule he had rearranged so he could make sure that particular night he would spend with you. Just you and him. Since the very next day, also known as his birthday, he would have to go to rehearsal for BTS’ presentation on the 31th like every other year, he was looking forward the most to this night. He had it all planned out. Your flight would arrive at 8pm, he would pick you up and then the two of you would have dinner together back at your —now— shared place. You would wait up until midnight, have some cake afterwards, and then stay up late so you could, well, catch up on a few coupley things you had been missing out on for a good while now. After all, you had not seen each other in nearly five months.

It was funny, how he used to always say he would never be able to do long distance relationships when he was younger, yet here he was now, four years —and going strong— into one. It was hard as hell, he could not deny it, but he wouldn’t have had it any other way, not as long as he got to be with you in the end. And at the end of the day it was all worth it, for you had finally graduated uni back home, managed to find a job in Seoul, and were now moving in with him like the two of you had agreed on a long time ago, once you realised you were most definitely sticking together for as long as your lives allowed you to. So, even if he had to wait a little longer to see you, this time it was different, for you had only gotten a one way ticket, and he would never again have to drop you off at the airport and cling on to you like his life depended on it, somehow being harder for him to let go of you as the years went by.

Nevertheless, it sucked. Right then, it really fucking sucked. Five months had gone by without seeing you already and turns out he would now have to wait one or even two more days than planned? Bullshit. And that if he was being optimistic, because he swore to God he would lose his shit if you had to spend New Years Eve on a plane, alone. Not like you were spending it together to begin with either, since he had that thing to attend to, but you would at least have a good time with some of the friends you had made during the time you had stayed in Seoul for your uni’s exchange program, and who had now invited you over to a party you had oh-so-excitedly told him about.

That night, Taehyung went to bed late. Still wanting to believe with everything in him you were just pulling a prank on him like you loved to do every now and then, and that you would walk through the front door anytime with that tired face of yours after the long ass flights to Korea he was so used to by then — the same exhausted face that would light up as a bright smile took over your factions instead at the sight of him.

However, that night, you did not make it home. What you did make it to instead, was to be the first one to congratulate him on his day. Over the phone, yes, with the airport’s background noise and not in person like he had wanted to, yet there you were being once again the first one to do so, at exactly 00:00. And somehow, that alone was enough to make him happy before going to sleep. Not as happy as he would’ve been with getting to sleep with you in his arms, of course, but happy nevertheless.

He did not lose faith, though. The next morning, as he got ready to head out to rehearsal, he kept glancing at his apartment’s door over and over, still waiting for it to burst open anytime and for you to walk inside right after.

When that didn’t happen, he looked forward to the moment his members brought him his birthday cake as they waited in the dressing rooms for their turn to rehearse. Now, the guys hadn’t told him they were bringing him cake, but after all these years it was pretty much a given. And it would only make sense that you were there, right? Whether it was bringing the cake to him as everyone in the room sang the traditional birthday song to him, or showing up as a surprise right after.

Once that didn’t happen either, he couldn’t hide his disappointment anymore — still being grateful to everyone else for trying to make his special day a memorable one, yet not being able to fully enjoy it without you there. Even falling in the cliché of wishing for you to be there as he blew out the candles. That was truly all he wanted, after all.

And once his schedule for the day was finally cleared up, his last hope was walking into the apartment that night and seeing you already there waiting for him.

Again, that didn’t happen.

Biting the inside of his cheek as he walked into an empty apartment, although Yeontan was there to excitedly welcome him back home and had managed to bring a weak smile to his face, he couldn’t help but feel his eyes well up with tears. Telling himself over and over how stupid it was to be upset over something neither of you could control, he contemplated calling you for a few seconds, shaking that thought off with a tilt of his head and deciding to go take a hot shower instead. No matter how bad he wanted to, if he did call you, he knew for sure he would end up being even more upset than he already was, and then you would end up being upset as well, and that he did not want.

Not even bothering on drying his hair later that night, he changed into his pyjamas and called Tan to go keep him some company like it was usual by then. Watching the fluffy dog make himself comfortable on the mattress, Taehyung turned the lights off so he could get into bed for once and for all — wanting nothing but to sleep that day off so you would hopefully be there by the morning. Although it would no longer be his birthday, he wished he could at least get to spend some time together before he had to head out once again.

Before he could completely doze off, however, he felt Yeontan snap up from his sleep and effusively wave his tail from side to side as he ran to the closed door of the bedroom. Letting out a tired groan, Taehyung glanced over at the clock on his nightstand, staring at the number ten on it for a second before he turned the lamp on and fixed his eyes on his excited pup.

“I already fed you,” his voice came out hoarse at the lack of speaking, catching Tan’s attention for a second there before he was back at barking at the door. “Don’t tell me you want to go to the b—”

That’s when the sound of a key making it inside the front door’s lock caught his attention. And, you see, only two people had a key to the apartment. One was his, of course, and the other one, much to his excitement right then, was yours.

Not even having time to catch his breath, he jumped off the bed and opened the bedroom’s door, watching Yeontan sprint down the already illuminated hallway as you had just turned its lights on — a huge smile parting his lips at the sight of you, not being able to hold back a giggle of his at the way you had panicked and closed the door harder than you had intended to, so Tan wouldn’t be able to run out of the apartment.

“Tan-ie bean!” you excitedly greeted the pup first thing as he reached your side.

Struggling to move past your suitcase, you managed to kneel down to pet the cute ball off fluff with one hand as you held the other one as far up as you could, holding a strawberry cupcake with a single candle on it that you had already lit up right before coming in — maybe not your brightest of ideas.

Staring up at your boyfriend, who was still on the other end of the hallway, you smiled brightly and stood up straight as he came closer. “Happ—”

Before you could even finish what you had initially planned to sing and had by then settled for cheerfully chanting instead, Taehyung had already pulled you into his arms — unintentionally blowing out the candle as he had rushed over to you way faster than he’d like to admit.

“I missed you” he mumbled, wrapping his arms tighter around your figure and burying his face in the crook of your neck as he felt his heart at ease.

You smiled sweetly, wrapping your arms around him as well —being careful enough not to stain his designer pyjamas with the cupcake’s icing— and pressing down a small kiss to his shoulder.

“I missed you, too” you cooed, hearing him giggle when you planted a kiss on his neck this time.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were getting on a plane already?”

“Because I thought I would get here before you came back from rehearsal and I’d surprise you. You know, wait for you with dinner and whatnot…” you pouted. “But then of course I had trouble with my luggage and got here way too late. So I got you a cupcake and a candle instead!”

Taehyung giggled at the way you had ever so cheerfully said that last part, pulling slightly away from your body so he could glance at the cupcake in your hand you had just raised up in a victorious way.

“You could’ve just showed up barehanded, said ‘happy birthday’, and I would’ve been the happiest”.

“You interrupted me when I was about to tell you ‘happy birthday’, though” you huffed over dramatically.

Letting out a light laugh, he securely cupped your face in his warm hands and rested his forehead on yours, smiling blissfully as ever at how close he was able to have you right then, at how he was able to feel your warmness in his hands after all those months. “You can say it again now”.

“But you already blew out the candle” you pouted, bringing the treat closer to him so he could see your point.

“I guess this is the moment my wish comes true then”.

“You didn’t even get to make a wish, you idiot” you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, I did” he nodded his head determinedly. “Earlier today. And not to brag about it, but it already became true”.

“Was it perhaps for me to arrive today?” you coyly batted your eyelashes, earning a very visible roll of eyes from him.

“Cocky, aren’t we?”

“I mean,” you shrugged, taking a step back from him and his hold. “I can always go back home and send your actual wish ov—”

“Yah,” he stopped you as you dramatically turned around to pretend to leave and Yeontan followed right after, pulling you back to him by your wrist. “I didn’t spend pretty much my entire birthday wishing for you to get here so you can leave me just like that” his eyes turned softer, yet still held that playful vibe in them. “Besides,” he pulled you closer, this time by your waist. “Funny how you said ‘go back home’ when this is your home now, baby” your heart skipped a beat at his remark, appreciating the way he looked up and puckered his lips as he pretended to fall deep in thought. “Hm… Maybe I misheard”.

You giggled at the way he had copied your overdramatic ways, bringing your free hand up to sweetly caress his cheek. “My bad, love”.

Taehyung smiled, with that boxy smile you fell in love with years ago, and nodded softly to let you know it was alright. “Can I get my birthday kiss now?” he murmured, ever so faintly brushing his longing lips against yours. “I’m kinda dying over here”.

Shaking your head in amusement as you laughed, you bit your lower lip. “Just kiss me already, you dork”.

So he did, not even dreaming of wasting another second before his lips hungrily crashed against yours. He had missed you like crazy, he always did, but right then, as your soft lips were pressing on his and your hand made its way from his cheek to the back of his head, entangling your fingers in his still damp hair, he realised just how bad he had craved your touch, how bad he had craved you.

Having him deepen the kiss, you couldn’t help but take one step back as you had lost your balance — his hand being quick to bring your body right back to press against his, later resting on your lower back to keep you steady as his other hand firmly cupped your cheek.

“Happy birthday” you mumbled against his mouth when you had pulled away to catch your breath, feeling the corners of his lips curve up before he pressed them to yours once more.

“It is now” he hummed, drawing tender circles with his thumb on your chin and not being able to hold back a giggle when it was you the one to steal a kiss from his mouth right then.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hands made their way down your body, letting out a squeal when they grabbed your thighs and picked you up without a warning — your arms wrapping tightly around his neck and legs around his waist as his hands were firmly placed on your ass to keep you from slipping down while he walked the two of you out of the hallway and into the living room, having Yeontan run past you two and go lie on the couch.

“Yah, I just got here and you’re already going for second base?” you teased him with raised eyebrows.

Taehyung shook his head, cockily raising one of his own. “I’ve earned my right to all bases a long time ago, I don’t know what you’re talking about”.

“Don’t get too cocky, Kim Taehyung” you warned him as he sat you down on the edge of the counter, being careful enough not to knock down one of the pictures of the two of you that were neatly displaying on it. “I might revoke all your rights”.

“You wouldn’t” he daringly squinted his eyes. “Not on my birthday”.

You threw your head back, letting out a loud laugh and placing the cupcake down on the counter before you went back to his eye level. “Only under two hours until it’s over, so...”

“You wouldn’t” he repeated confidently.

“What makes you so sure, old man?”

Shaking his head in amusement and deciding not to comment on the taunting name you had just called him, he didn’t even try to hide the smirk that was curving up the corners of his lips as he leaned in. “I just know”.

Not even trying to play it hard anymore, you met his lips in the middle, humming contentedly when he placed his hand behind your neck so he could take control over the kiss he was not quite willing to let go of yet. And neither were you, which is why your eyes remained closed and your lips slightly puckered up —clearly wanting more— when he suddenly pulled away one minute later.

“Okay, now tell me my birthday present!” he demanded.

Still being too stunned by the intoxicating kiss he had just given you, it took you a second to open your eyes after hearing his muffled yet excited words against your lips — eyes locking with his excited ones as his hands unconsciously rested on your thighs.

“Oh, it’s in my bag!” you jumped up once you managed to understand what he had meant. “Let me go get it”.

Although your words were meant for him to move aside so you could get up on your feet and rush over to the forgotten suitcase on the hallway, Taehyung did not move an inch — if anything, tightening the hold of his hands on your thighs to keep you from going anywhere.

“Not that one”.

Your eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “The cupcake?” you offered, earning a light laugh from him, along with a small shake of his head. “Sex? Because I know I was just threatening with revoking that right, but since it’s still your birthday, I mean...”

Taehyung laughed wholeheartedly, once again shaking his head no as he brought his face closer to yours. “Although I would love that and will take you up on that offer later,” his bold words managed to bring some heat to your cheeks. “That is not what I meant”.

“What did you mean then?”

“Just want you to tell me something...” he hinted, gently caressing your sides. “How long will you be staying, baby?”

You rolled your eyes when it finally hit you what he had meant all along. And you couldn’t help but laugh lightly at how such simple things were the ones that made him the happiest. “Well, considering I only got a one way ticket over here this time,” your heart sped up at the way his smile grew wider at the sound of that. “And that the rest of my stuff will arrive here in a few days… I’d say I’m staying for quite a long, long time”.

“How about forever?” he smiled brightly.

You giggled, tilting your head up in anticipation as you felt him lean in to press his mouth on yours. “I like the sound of that”.

“I love the sound of that” he agreed, pressing another kiss to your smiling lips.

And you truly did, for although you were leaving everything behind, your family, your childhood friends, your culture... it was easy as long as you had him. And even though you knew there would be times homesickness would hit you like a truck, especially when the time came and Taehyung would have to go on tour with his group, you were ready to start your new life here with him. You had already lived here once for a year, after all, the only difference being you now got to live with your long term boyfriend, and, of course, that you wouldn’t have to count down the days until you had to go back home and away from him anymore.

“Everything alright?” he wondered, catching up on the way you had momentarily spaced out.

“Mhm…” you were quick to reassure him with an eager nod of your head. “Now eat your birthday treat before I do” you threatened, grabbing the cupcake that had been lying next to you all along and bringing it up to his face.

Taehyung chuckled, pressing a lingering kiss to your neck that was sweetly followed by another one. “But I have my birthday treat right here…”

Although flustered by both his words and the way his lips kept peppering soft kisses all over the sensitive skin of your neck, you stood your ground. “Pretty sure I’m your girlfriend, but oh well”.

He chuckled once more — before you could react, dipping one of his long fingers on the icing and spreading a good amount of it on your lips. “Now you’re both”.

You didn’t really get to fully laugh at his playful antics before the sound of it was muffled by his mouth sucking on your bottom lip, his fingers holding onto your chin to keep you from pulling away as he deepened the kiss — making sure to remove every last trace of icing on your mouth before he slid his tongue into it.

Breaking the kiss for a brief second for what he thought was to catch your breath before bringing your already swollen lips back to his awaiting ones, he found himself letting his jaw drop when you opened your mouth not to kiss him once more, but to bring the infamous cupcake up to it and loudly bite down on it.

“Yah, that is my strawberry cupcake!” he called you out — although trying to act mad, having a hard time hiding his smile at the way you had just covered your full mouth as you laughed whilst trying to chew right then.

“You weren’t eating it, so…” you shrugged.

Before you could take another bite, however, he grabbed your wrist, quickly moving it up to his mouth instead and shoving the entire baked good into it in just one go.

Petrified after what just happened, you stared at your now empty hand — amazed by the way he had managed not to bite into your fingers with how fast and forceful his mouth had been, before your eyes fixed on your full-mouthed boyfriend as he struggled to chew the whole thing down.

“Mine” he stated, not minding to cover his mouth as he was almost done with it already.

“I tend to forget how big your mouth actually is” you admitted, mindlessly sucking the remains of icing from off your fingers.

Taehyung scoffed, rushing to swallow down so he could properly speak. “You out of all people should know what my mouth can d—”

“You know,” you cut him off before he could pronounce that last letter and bring his cocky point across. “Booking a return plane ticket sounds really tempting right now”.

“Oh, yeah?” he tauntingly raised one of his eyebrows, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter and making you wrap your legs around his waist. “Good thing from now on those return tickets will bring you right back to Seoul”.

That was what made him the happiest. After all those years of buying ticket after ticket, all those years of having to drop you off at the airport so you could go back home, all those years of having to wait for endless months just so you could see each other for a few days, all of that, was over now.

From that night on, this was your home. You, him and Yeontan, and of course, the eventual additions that would be made in a couple of years.

And that was the best part. No matter where you travelled to from now on, you would always just go visit abroad and return right here, back to him — never again being almost about to miss his birthday, for you would both go to sleep and wake up right next to him during all the upcoming ones, just like he had ached you to do every single day ever since you got together four years ago.

[astranva]

TikTok Series | Anyway, so.

Word Count: 1.2k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Idk, language? Idk anymore but no heavy stuff it’s literally just TikTok content

Request: for your tik tok series i can imagine y/n and harry trending and harry would be like “what did you post now?” and it would actually be the fans this time. the “i’ve never seen two pretty best friends” with videos of them being like they are both pretty so that’s a lie. loving that series

** THIS IS SO CUTE I LOVE IT! i hope you like it, and let me know what you think 🤍

// masterlist //

..

The numbers only went up with your TikTok; the views, the likes, the comments, and the followers.

What started as just you having fun during quarantine, ended with a verified account and demanding fans of your boyfriend asking you to take part in many challenges and pranks.

“y/n’s tiktok is basically just her cooking or pranking harry or dueting stans’ videos with a hood on and i love every second of it”

“tiktokers: doing stupid shit to gain money

y/n: anyway dudes, here’s how to make grilled cheese with no cheese for if you’re too broke to get any”

“when y/n duets thirsty tiktoks I just can’t help but think of how much I want a partner this chill”

“can anyone start any new couple challenge already? I want new harry & y/n content k thanks”

Fans were vocal about how much fun they had with your TikTok, some adding sentiments that made you emotional like;

“never thought I’d feel connected to anyone who’s with harry but here’s y/n replying to tiktok comments like we’re all a bunch of friends”

“I kid you not, the reason why I’m excited to eat at school is because I’m always excited to try y/n’s easy recipes and I just love her so much”

“not me meeting y/n, harry styles’ gf, at the grocery store today and greeting her like we grew up together bc that’s how I feel about her”

Along with laughing together at videos, you and Harry also seemed to always have a new catchy song to sing around the house ever since you first installed the app, with how it has helped artists’ music go viral. Hell, even funny songs would get stuck in your brains.

On your phone was proof of that. Standing behind an oblivious Harry as he cooked one day, he was in shorts and a tight top, flipping toast on the stove as he sang, “Chicken wing, chicken wing, hot dog and bologna, chicken and macaroni, chillin’ with my homies,” wiggling his butt as he did.

You hadn’t posted since the “How well do our brains work together” TikTok you posted with Harry, so when you saw yours and Harry’s ship name trending with 84.7 million views to it, you were confused to say the least.

Sitting beside Harry as he was on his laptop, you moved closer to lean against his side, his arm reflexively wrapping around you.

“We’re trending on TikTok.”

“Aren’t we always?” He smugly asked, looking at you.

“No,” you laughed, “Usually after I post something, yeah, but I haven’t posted in two weeks.” You said as you clicked on the hashtag, seeing pictures of you and Harry in many videos along with different faces with titles.

Clicking on a video with 6.3 million views, you and Harry watched as a girl filmed herself with the background music sounding and someone speaking through it, “I ain’t never seen two pretty best friend. It’s always one of ‘em gotta be ugly.”

The music then stopped, Nicki Minaj’s voicing being heard, “Ummm...Chile. Anyway, so,” before Noahplause’s song, Runnin’, came, and with it came pictures of you and Harry.

A picture of the both of you from Dunkirk’s premiere; Harry in his suit with his arm around your waist as he looked down at you with a smile. You in a dress that matched the color of his suit, one hand on his chest and another on his shoulder, smiling to the cameras.

A picture of you lying on the sand at the beach in your swimsuit with your eyes closed, Harry’s head resting on your stomach as he looked up at the camera with a neutral face, it being a picture from when he was filming the Watermelon Sugar music video.

A candid picture taken by paps of Harry standing behind you with his arms wrapped around you, his chin resting on your head as you stood in a park with a couple of friends.

A selfie you had posted to your Instagram story of you lying your head on Harry’s shoulder, him looking to the side, making his sharp jawline perfectly appear.

A picture of you and Harry kissing from one New Year’s party you attended; your hands on his cheeks, his tangled in your hair. It was a low-quality picture, but it still showed clearly that it was the both of you.

You and Harry were watching with amused expressions, laughing in surprise at the trend his fans seemed to start.

“This is so cute, what!” You laughed at the video, “Let’s watch another one and duet it.”

“What does that mean? What do we do?” Harry asked, looking at you.

“It means, I’ll choose to duet so when I post it, the two videos will be aligned together and we’ll watch that video as we record.” You explained, scrolling before pausing the next video and tapping on ‘Duet.’

“So, it’s like a reaction?”

“Exactly,” you nodded, “Ready?”

“Yes.” Harry grinned, turning his body slightly.

Your phone showed yours and Harry’s faces, both of you with small smiles before you made sure that the mic was opened and began recording, the video you were reacting to beginning to play.

It started with a ceiling as the man spoke his line. When it came to the guy saying “two pretty best friends”, Harry had mouthed along, gesturing between the both of you making you laugh.

Nicki then spoke, and in came Runnin’ with pictures of you and Harry.

First one was of just you smiling to the camera.

At this, Harry’s smile widened.

Second one was Harry smirking at one of his shows from 2018.

You hummed, nodding slowly.

Third one was of you with makeup, an eyebrow raised and a hand to your temple, posing for the camera.

“Insanely good.” Harry said slowly with a shake of his head, eyes fixed on the phone. You cooed, pouting at his comment.

Fourth one was of Harry smirking in the tulle-detail, off-shoulder trench coat from his Vogue photoshoot.

“This one, yes!” You exclaimed, causing Harry to laugh.

Fifth one was the same picture of the both of you from when he was shooting his Watermelon Sugar music video.

“I love this one so much.” Harry said before giving a genuine closed-lipped smile as he remembered the exact moment the picture was taken.

“Right?” You smiled.

Sixth one was a video of the both of you dancing, your arms around his neck, his hands holding your waist, as it showed the both of you grooving with Harry singing to you with a smile on his face.

“Shut up, I didn’t know this existed.” You gasped, Harry chuckling.

Seventh one was a picture taken by a friend of yours; your eyes were closed in childlike happiness, Harry sitting beside you and looking down at you with a dopey smile as one of his hands squished your cheeks.

“Hey, that’s my lockscreen!” Harry beamed, instantly holding his phone to yours, showing that the last picture was, in fact, his lockscreen so excitedly before the video ended.

Posting the video, you added a caption to it:

“we have the biggest smiles on our faces. you’re all so adorable thank you😭 (also 10/10 for calling us best friends)”

“We are best friends,” Harry said, letting out a sigh before dramatically wrapping both arms around you, giving you a squeeze, “Best of!”

[watchmegetobsessed]

Our song - Harry Styles

this one was inspired by the jingleball performance bc it was pure perfection and UGHH im obsessed.

dedicated to my dear friend @dontworrysunflower

disclaimer: the song Homesick by Dua Lipa is featured in this fic as an original work of Harry and the reader, but it’s obviously an existing song, I just thought that it would be the song they write

pairing: Harry x vocalist!reader

word count: 5.3k

masterlist

You’ve felt the adrenaline rush take over your body many times in your life and they were all different in some kind of way. The one you felt when you were about to write an important test in school, the one that bubbled through your veins when you got your first kiss. The one that rolled through your limbs and chest when you first performed in front of people that weren’t your parents and the one you felt when you got the news that you were chosen to tour with none other than Harry Styles as his vocalist, singing on his stage every other night in a different city and different country.

But none of those were anything like the feeling that takes over every time you stand on that stage, your microphone that’s labelled with your name right in front of you as thousands of people are screaming in the jam-packed arena. Though it’s not you they come to see and listen to, but you are part of the magic and it’s quite enough for you.

You could never be the one standing at the front with all the lights shining down on your frame, having every gaze in the place glued to you, listening to your voice. That brings the kind of anxiety you’re quite sure you wouldn’t be able to handle. You are perfectly fine standing in the back, being the support system while staying on the down-low as someone else shines at the front, in your case, it’s Harry.

You applied for the job with a reason, already having a huge appreciation for him as an artist, adoring his work so far, especially Fine Line. Upon hearing about the opportunity to be part of his tour, you didn’t hesitate to send your application in and following three auditions, you got the phone call that they wanted you on board.

He swept you right off your feet the first time you met him, but you didn’t expect less from him. Everything you heard about him being the most wonderful person to every walk the planet were proven to be nothing but the truth. You hit it off so easily and become close through the process of rehearsals. His odd little jokes, that funny laugh of his and the way he always peeks over his shoulder to meet his eyes with yours made you fall for him faster than you’d have ever thought you could.

Just as fast as your feeling for Harry developed, tour caught up on you and before you could blink twice, you were living on the road, always dressing from your suitcase, waking up in a different city every other morning.

The foreign studio feels a little odd, but still somehow familiar as you walk in with your water and notebook under your arm. Random studio sessions with Harry became a regular not long after tour kicked off. Harry’s creative juices were overflowing and he was aching to record his creations, constantly renting random studios near the hotel you lot were staying currently and one night, when some of you all were hanging out in his suit, he asked if you’d be down helping him record vocals for a song he’s been working on.

“I want to hear it with your voice instead of mine,” he told you leaning against the wall, a glass of whatever Mitch mixed him in his hands.

“Getting bored of your own voice?” you teased him, bringing his dimples out with the smile that plastered across his lips.

“Could say that. Are you up for it?”

There was no way you would have said no. So the next morning you found yourself in a studio somewhere in Sacramento, singing the vocals to a song no one else has heard other than you and Harry.

The tour has now reached Denver, you can’t wait to be on the stage tonight, but before that, you are having another quick session with Harry in the studio.

When you walk in, his head perks up from his leather notebook he always keeps on himself, filled with his scribbled lyrics. A smile stretches across his lips when his green eyes fall on your frame.

“Hey! Hope it’s not too early for you,” he softly says standing up from the chair as you put your stuff down to the small table in the corner.

“No, managed to get a good night sleep still,” you smile at him, taking a quick look around, though this recording room is just like the others you’ve been in.

“I think I figured out that part we struggled with last time. Changed up the ending a bit, would you mind giving it another go?”

You nod looking down at his notes, seeing the changes he has made in the vocals.

“Changed anything else?” you ask as you watch him get ready for the recording.

“Yeah, rewrote a few lines, think they are fitting better now.”

“Have you recorded them yet?”

“Will do now,” he tells you shaking his head.

Soon enough you find yourself standing behind the mic, headset covering your ears as you are waiting for Harry to start recording and the music to play in your ears. Once he shows up his thumb you do the same and a moment later the song you’ve heard last time you two were working starts flowing from the headset and you stare down at the notes in front of you, waiting for the moment when you have to start singing.

It takes you a few runs to nail it down, but when you finally do, you can see the satisfied grin on Harry’s face and you think to yourself that there’s nothing you wouldn’t do to make him like this anytime.

“That was fantastic,” he beams once you join him at the screens where you see your voice appear as a pattern over a straight line. Harry does his usual magic before leaving it be. “Mind assisting recording my part?” he asks turning to you with an excited smile.

Nodding you let him tell you what to do and once he is all set behind the mic, you start the recording and the song. You listen to him in awe. There hasn’t been a moment when you didn’t feel the shiver running down your spine when he started singing. You are convinced a choir of angels is hidden in his throat, because it’s hard to believe he is just as human as everyone else.

He sings the whole song three times before he joins you again, listening back to what you have so far. The song is coming along pretty well and you can tell by the time he finishes it, it’s gonna be perfect. Everything he does is just pure perfection, whether he likes to admit it or not.

“You know how it would be absolutely perfect?” he asks you on your way back to the hotel. The two of you grabbed a coffee as well, so now you’re sipping on the hot drink, enjoying the somewhat sunny weather.

“Hm?”

“I think it would be best if a female voice sang the whole thing and the male was just the vocal.”

“Who do you think would fit best for it then?” you ask, immediately thinking of singers that could be perfect for the song. It wouldn’t be the first time Harry would sell a song to someone else, so you’re not surprised he is thinking about this kind of change.

“Y/N, I found the voice already,” he chuckles and you give him a puzzled look. “You. You are singing the song, I don’t need anyone else.”

“I’m not a solo singer,” you protest.

“There’s no such thing as solo or not solo. You’re a singer and a bloody good one. I want you to sing it.”

“But it would go to waste, because I would never actually perform it.”

“How are you so sure about that?” he smirks slyly at you, immediately making you nervous.

“Harry, I don’t sing solo,” you shake your head stubbornly, but he rolls his eyes at you.

“You could just try it. Let’s just record the song next time with you in the lead and then we can talk about the rest.”

“I’m fine recording, but I will never perform it,” you tell him, but his look makes you think he has other plans.

When tour reaches Dallas, the song gets a version with you singing solo and Harry doing the vocals in it. And though you had doubts about the switch, listening back to it you can tell how much it helped. It really is better with a female voice, though you are still convinced it shouldn’t be you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sell it to someone? I’m fine with that,” you ask him before the show in Dallas. You’re sitting on the table in his dressing room while he is painting his nails, his tongue poking out in concentration.

“I told you, I like it with your voice. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“Because I’m not a—“

“Fuck’s sake if you dare to tell me one more time that you’re not a solo singer, I’m firing you, Y/N!” he snaps, giving you a hard look, but you just laugh at his temper.

“It’s the truth.”

“Have you ever tried to go solo?”

“Not for years,” you admit and watch him screw the nail polish closed, pushing it aside, his hands lying flat on the table as he is carefully waiting for them to dry.

“So then how do you know you are no good at it?”

“Because I hated it back then, so I most likely would hate it now as well,” you state matter-of-factly, but Harry doesn’t seem amused by your answer.

“So you think you haven’t changed a bit in years? I hope you know that’s absolute bollocks.”

“Why are you so keen on making me sing solo?” you sigh, giving him a tired look. It feels like the two of you have been running the same circles since forever. It’s not his first attempt to get you sing more than just the vocals, he once wanted to do a cover and needed a partner because it was a duet and begged you for weeks to sing with him, but you didn’t give in. You just couldn’t.

“Because I think that you are a talented singer and I want you to feel the adrenaline rush performing gives you.”

“I do get that rush every time I sing behind you. That’s enough for me.”

Harry shakes his head pressing his lips tight together.

“That’s not the same as being in the lead. It’s a whole different world.”

“Yeah, one that makes me shit my pants,” you chuckle and he can’t push a smile back.

“Maybe we should just work on it. Your anxiety. I think we could actually make you feel better if we tried.”

“I still don’t know where this obsession with me being solo comes for you.”

Harry stands up, takes one last look at his nails before he steps closer smiling down at you softly and you bite into your bottom lip, realizing how close he is standing to you. His fingers tap in your cheek gently, running them down to your chin as he tilts your head up a bit.

“Just accept it, Love,” he smiles softly before stepping away and carrying on with his routine.

That evening, you stand at the back with the other two vocalists, eyes glued to Harry’s figure at the front of the stage, you watch him pour his soul out to the audience, interact with them and reach that state of mind you have never been able to get into. You know what he told you about performing is true, yet you are still terrified to do it yourself. It’s too nerve wrecking to have everyone look at and listen to you, so many chances to mess it up and make a fool out of yourself.

But when Harry’s eyes meet yours and he shoots you a warm smile, something shifts in you. The urge to have this connection with not just the audience and the song, but with him takes over your whole body and you make up your mind to at least give it a try.

Harry is ecstatic when you tell him later that night that you changed your mind. You see that sparkle in his eyes and it was already worth for you, just seeing him react like that.

“Though I have a few suggestions to change the lyrics.”

“You do?” he asks, seemingly surprised, but mostly amused that you had the balls to come out with it.

“Yeah. Just some tiny details.”

“Why haven’t you told me about these before?”

“Because it was your song. But if you want me to sing it, it has to be mine as well.” Harry stares back at you with a smile that’s filled with pride and joy, making your heart flutter in your aching chest as you think about performing solo.

“Our song,” he softly says nodding his head.

Arriving to Houston the two of you are quick to book a studio and work on the song. Harry lets you make any changes you desire on the lyrics, even says you did justice to it and that you should have spoken up earlier about your ideas. And then you record it.

It’s not that you have to sing the whole song and not just the vocals this time. You are completely fine with Harry hearing you sing, it’s the thought of performing it in front of anyone that’s not him, that’s what makes you turn into a wreck.

You record Harry’s vocals and once it’s all put together, you are blown by the outcome. You wouldn’t have thought Harry’s voice as the vocal would compliment you in the lead, but it’s just absolutely perfect and even you can’t find anything wrong with it.

“Love, this is what Heaven sounds like, I’m telling you,” he smirks at you from the chair beside you, playing the song for the tenth time, not able to get enough of the final product.

“You are so cheesy,” you shake your head, but feel the blush heating up your cheeks. His eyes linger on you a little longer before he turns back to the screen.

When the song is over he finally stops is so silence comes over the studio. Harry turns back to face you, his green eyes basically burning a hole into your head.

“So, when are we going to perform it?”

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea,” you sigh looking down at your hands fumbling with your shirt.

“And I do think it is. So I’m not stopping until you at least try it.”

Harry Styles gets what he wants. Always. And this time, no matter how hard you try to resist him, you just can’t deny this from him. Though it takes him time to talk you up, in Washington he finally gets you to give it a try in an empty stadium.

Most of the crew is out, since the building has been finished about half an hour before, so everything is perfectly set for tonight’s show when you walk out to the stage, following Harry in his heels. He asked the piano to be brought to the front along with a mic on it and another one on a stand next to it. The two of you quietly put on your earpieces, doing everything as if it was a usual occasion before a concert, only that this time the roles will be entirely switched.

“It’s fine, alright? No one is around,” he tells you when he sees how nervous you are to sing the song for the first time outside a studio.

“There are some backstage,” you mumble under your breath, not expecting him to do anything about it.

But he does. You watch him walk backstage, completely dumbfounded about what he is doing. He disappears from your sight and a few moments later you hear him shouting at the back.

“No one comes to the stage until I say so! Yea? Thanks!” he orders and then walks back as if he didn’t just boss around the whole crew.

“They will think you’re some kind of crazy celebrity,” you chuckle when he returns, a small smirk playing on his pink lips.

“Don’t care, Darling. Now sing you heart out for me.”

Harry sits on the piano bench, his fingers getting settled on the keys before he looks up to meet your anxious eyes.

“It’s alright. Just you and me, yea?”

Nodding you gulp hard and jump a little when he starts playing the melody the two of you have been working on for so long. You hear all the notes and you know you have to start singing, but you miss the opening. Harry stops and looks at you, as you move your eyes down to the ground, ashamed you messed up immediately.

“S-Sorry, I just—“

“How can I help?” he asks right away, not even caring about the fact that you messed up, focused on figuring out a way that would help you.

“I don’t know. I really don’t,” you sigh, feeling your nerves getting worse with each passing moment.

“Come sit next to me,” he then tells you motioning for you to join him on the bench.

“What?”

“Take your mic and sit next to me,” he repeats, scooting over to make you space. Hesitantly, you pull the mic out of the stand and walking over you sit next to him. “Now you are not in the center. Just listen to the music, watch my hands on the keys, okay?”

You nod, running your tongue over your dry lips as you hold the mic to your mouth before Harry starts playing again.

After the first few notes you close your eyes and when it’s time for you to start singing, Harry leans a little against you, giving you a kind of push to just do it. And it works.

It feels a little as if it’s not even you who starts singing, but it is. Your voice fills the empty arena along with the piano’s melody and keeping your eyes closed a little longer you let your mind settle. When the first verse ends you open them and watch his hands work on the keys, right as he starts singing the vocals, leaning a little forward so his voice reaches his mic.

It’s different. It’s electric and freeing, hear your voice through the massive speakers, to be in the lead and have Harry be just the support in the song. But it feels so right, better than anything you’ve ever felt.

Line after line, you hit all the notes and by the end of the song you are able to strip all your fears down and give yourself over to the music completely. As you sing the last few notes you feel Harry’s eyes on you and turning to face him, you are met with his warm, pride-filled smile and bright eyes, glued to you while his fingers press down the last notes.

The music dies down, the voice of the piano vibrates in the air a little longer until it completely disappears and the silence returns into the stadium.

“Love,” Harry quietly calls out for you and you turn completely towards him. “That was absolutely perfect.”

“You think so?” you ask, voice barely more than just a whisper, your eyes never leaving his gaze.

“I know so,” he huffs, smile widening. He brings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into a hug, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as you let out a breath you’ve been holding in for way too long.

He doesn’t try to make you perform that evening, knowing well it was enough for one day, but he does make you sing it with him in each city in the upcoming weeks. Before every concert, he empties out the area around the stage and the two of you sit down at the piano, singing your song until you feel comfortable enough to stand next to the instrument instead of sitting next to him.

The tour reaches New York and Madison Square Garden is getting ready to host Harry Styles for two evenings. The place is massive and you find yourself sitting at the edge of the stage when Harry emerges from backstage.

“Looks wild, right?” he asks sitting next to you, his thigh brushing against yours as he gets seated.

“Yeah. Pretty amazing.”

“This place has the most magical vibe.” “Yeah?” Turning to him you watch him take the arena in, his eyes glistening at the sight in front of him. You know it’s not his first time performing here, but it’s nice to see the excitement in his eyes regardless.

That feeling returns to your chest, the one you felt when Harry told you he wanted you to sing the song. The urge to be part of this amazing something that’s so much bigger than you.

“H?”

“Yea?” he turns to you smiling.

“Can I… Do you think we could sing our song tonight?”

You watch the pure surprise and excitement wash over his face, his smile stretching across his face as he stares back at you in awe.

“You want to sing it?”

Shyly, you nod your head and in a heartbeat his arms lock around you, pulling you into the tightest hug. The two of you almost fall off the stage, laughing together at his dramatic reaction.

“Of course we can sing it, Love. Would be an honor!”

Harry is quick to let the band know about the addition for tonight’s set and though everyone seems surprised, they are all supportive about your solo. As the time goes and the concert gets closer, you can feel the nerves building up and soon enough, you start to doubt your choice to sing the song tonight.

Right before it’s time to go on stage Harry takes your hand and pulls you aside, taking your face in his hands gently, making you look into his eyes.

“I know you are doubting yourself, but just know that I’m very proud of you, even if you decide to not sing the last minute.”

“I could do that?” you whisper, your hands finding his sides and you let them rest on him, a way to ground yourself in the windwhirl of your thoughts.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to make you do something you don’t really want. Though I know you will be amazing if you choose to sing.”

Nodding you let a weak smile appear on your lips and you notice as his eyes flicker down to them before he moves his gaze up to your eyes. He then pulls you into a proper hug before walking back to the rest of the band and vocalists.

Everything goes as usual and once again, you can’t take your eyes off Harry on the stage. Just watching him perform fills you up with life, enough to keep you from running away. About halfway into the set, as the crowd is still cheering after the previous song, Harry jogs over to you.

“You ready?” he asks over the noise and before you could think about it, you nod your head.

Two guys from the crew pushes the piano further to the front and they help to set everything up as you awkwardly stand at the side. Once your mic is in the stand you walk over there, heart hammering in your chest, hands shaking like crazy.

“I have a special song for you tonight,” Harry announces into the microphone as he makes his way over to the piano. “Please welcome the lovely Y/N here, who is gonna enchant you with a song we’ve been working on lately.”

The crowd screams and you allow yourself to look around with a weak smile. So many people, you think to yourself, everyone watching you.

“It’s called Homesick, and it means so much to us, so we hope you’ll like it Justas much as we do,” Harry adds before settling on the bench and his eyes find yours. “I’m proud of you,” you see him say, only able to read his lips since the crowd is screaming so loud. “Ready?” he asks and you nod, taking a shaky breath.

He sends you a warm comforting smile before glancing down at the keys and then he starts playing. 

Just like the first time, you close your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the melody and nothing else. The lump in your throat is quite uncomfortable, but you open your eyes and see that Harry is looking straight at you, nodding in encouragement, as his fingers push down the keys to the notes right before you have to start.

“Here, where the sky’s falling, I’m covered in blue, I’m running and I’m crawling, fighting for you…”

Harry smiles wide when your voice flows through the speakers, filling the whole place, making everyone go quiet in a heartbeat as the song carries on. You feel your chest slowly deflating, the nerves cooling down with each sung note.

“You give me a reason, something to believe in, I know, I know, I know. You give me a meaning, something I can breathe in, I know, I know, I know…”

The chorus comes out perfect, your voice melting together with the piano and you finally feel your muscles relax as you slowly let go of every toxic thought that’s been tainting your mind. Harry leans closer to his microphone and his voice gently joins yours in the next verse.

“There’s a crack in my window, a bird in my room, angels all over that watch over you…”

Chills run down your spine hearing his voice, your eyes never leaving his gaze that’s fixated on your standing figure. You get lost in him and the song, something that came from the both of you, a piece of you and him. Standing there, singing this piece makes you feel closer to him than ever and you desperately want this feeling to last forever, hoping the song never ends though you know it’s gonna happen.

“When I’m walking on water all my dreams have come true. Still nothing means nothing without you…”

Homesick is exactly the feeling that bubbles inside you when you think of Harry. Because there’s this man you love so much, who is a home away from home to you, yet you still feel like you can’t be home entirely. Not in the way you’d want to. But standing on the stage in the spotlight, singing together with him as thousands of people are watching the two of you, yet you still manage to forget about them, for a moment, you feel like you finally arrived home. You are there, with him.

“Tell my heart to lie, but I know deep inside it’s true. That I wish I was there with you. That I wish I was there with you, oh I wish I was there with you.”

He plays the end of the song without tearing his eyes away from you, and there’s just a heartbeat of silence before the crowd starts screaming deafeningly, but that short moment… is yours and his.

Tugging your hair behind your ears with your shaky hands, your eardrums on the verge of breaking as you let out a laugh that was kind of a sob as well, relief washing over your body. Harry is quick to jump to his feet and rushing over he envelopes you in a tight hug.

“I’m so so so proud of you, Love. You were everything!” he mumbles, arms holding you so tight you almost lose your breath, but you want him this close, or even closer. You need to feel him, because it doesn’t feel real. His hold brings you a sense of existence only he can give you.

“Thank you, Harry,” you breathe out when he pulls back to look into your eyes, the screaming hasn’t died down even a tad little.

“No, thank you, Darling. You shined like the star that you are,” he grins, playing a sloppy kiss to your cheek before his arms fall off you.

You’d die to stay in this moment a little longer, but the show must go on. The crew pushes the piano back and soon enough, the next song starts. You stay in your spot for the rest, but you keep catching Harry smiling in your way, always making you blush.

The end of a concert is always a little hectic, everyone is all over the place. Still coming off the high you just experienced, you head to the dressing room you share with the other vocalists. They are going on and on about how amazing Homesick was, and you somehow still can’t believe tonight happened. Packing your stuff you barely notice that the door flies open, but you see Harry appear from the corner of your eye.

“Ladies, would you please give me a moment with Y/N?” he asks and the girls are quick to leave the two of you alone. You stand there, kind of dumbfounded, not sure why he is acting so dramatic. Once the door closes and it’s just you and him, he stares at you, chest heaving, his hair wet from his sweat, but he still looks breathtaking.

“Harry—“

“I’m gonna kiss you now,” he cuts you off, your breath gets caught in your throat as you stare back at him, completely frozen. Opposite to what he just said, he remains standing in the same spot and you’re not sure what’s happening. “Can I? Please say yes, I can’t hold myself back for any longer,” he then adds.

“Yes,” you breathe out without even thinking about it. In a heartbeat, Harry crosses the room, chest smashing against yours as he wraps his arms around you, lips crashing onto yours in a kiss that almost makes you moan into his mouth.

It’s all a hot mess, teeth clashing, hands all over each other before his palms run down to the back of your thighs, urging you to jump. When you do, you wrap your legs around his waist and let him walk over to the table nearby, so he can place you on top, standing between your thighs as he keeps kissing you hungrily, his tongue melting together with yours in this sweet chaos. It keeps going on and on, neither of you wanting to let go of the other, but you are eventually forced to stop, coming short of air. Panting wildly, lips swollen from his kisses, you look at him to meet his gaze.

“You have no idea how hard it was to stop myself from kissing you on stage.”

“What?” you breathe out.

“Y/N, I’m fucking crazy about you and seeing you come over your stage fright, sing that song… our song, fuck, that did some unbelievable things to me. Please tell me you felt the same thing!” He is begging, not just with his words, but with his eyes as well and it crushes your soul entirely.

“I did. Harry, I always do when I’m with you.”

“Fucking Hell,” he breathes out before kissing you again. “You are… everything, Love,” he mumbles against your lips and you can’t push down the smile stretching across your face, hearing him say the same words he said right after the song.

“You’ve told me that,” you tease him, his gaze meeting yours as he flashes you his famous half-smirk, heart fluttering at the sight of him.

[erensonly]

Cuddle Buddies (Bakugou x Black! Reader)

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Chapter 13: Mall Time

(song of the chapter)

(this is a slight filler bc i have no clue what to write about and i'm working on another one rn)

Today was the day Aizawa finally gave everyone permission to go and do what they wanted. The whole class decided to go to the mall in the group chat you all were in.

"Kacchan! Are you ready yet?"

"Stop calling me Kacchan. Give me a second." He was lacing up his shoes (no more church3000s)

Stepping into his room, you see him fixing the cuffs of his pants and walking to the mirror to make sure the fit was clean. He looked good, per usual. (my fashion sense is horrible, especially for boys so imagine what you want him to wear.)

"You look nice, Kacchan," you smiled up at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Reaching up, you peck his lips lightly. "You ready to go now? Everyone is getting ready to be on their way."

"Yeah, let's go." He grabbed your hand, walking with you down the stairs. "You know what you wanna get?" he asked you.

"Of course not. I was thinking you could pick my outfits for me."

"Then you have to pick mine." You had a pretty good understanding of his style and how he picks his clothes. Picking his clothes should be pretty easy. The question was, 'Was he able to pick your clothes?'

(start song)

Walking outside to the parking lot, he opened and closed the door of his car for you and got in himself. You hear a knock on the window and you see Kiri and Denki standing there, smiling. "Hey, y'all!" you exclaim. Doing the made-up handshake the three of you made, they started greeting you and Katsuki.

Plugging your phone into his aux cord, you open spotify. Clicking 'OhMami' by Chase Atlantic, you teasingly start to sing to Katsuki.

Cuban link, diamond cross I got a spanish chiquita, no habla ingles, not at all, no

Katsuki by now had started driving, and he was already tired of the three of you. The condiments in the back and started to sing along as well.

And I got a kilo, no kilimanjaro, baby just a mountain of coke

Looking back aft the two boys in the backseat, nodding at them to make sure they got the message.

OHMAMI, THIS A NEW 'RARI

The three of you screamed the lyrics of the song playing. Katsuki was slowly shaking his head at the three of you, slightly grinning.

"C'mon Katsu,"you whined playfully, "Sing with us. I know you know the song."

"Yeah, Kacchan. Sing along,"said Denki.

"Tch..."

OHMAMI, I GOT BLUE MOLLY

The four of you sang loudly. Katsuki started to drive a little faster now, making you, Kiri, and Kami hold onto the little handle thingies on the roof of the car.

You all started giggling and laughing at how Denki got thrown at Kirishima when Bakugou did a sharp turn. Turning around you ask him, "Y'all okay back there?"

"Yeah," Kirishima said, fake crying. "Kinda hurt."

"Shut up, shitty hair. It didn't hurt that bad. Aren't you supposed to be a rock?"

"Damn, Bakugou. Why you going so hard on him," Denki laughed.

"Because I can. You next."

Slapping his arm, you tell him to stop messing with them.

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Pulling up to the mall, you see everyone else outside, more than likely waiting for you four. "Hey bestie," you greet Midoriya.

"Hey friend." You turn and see Todoroki next to him. The two of you didn't speak much but when you did, it was usually either a dry 'Hi' or him saying something that he doesn't realize is funny.

"Hey friend," Todoroki said as enthusiastically as he could. You chuckled a little bit. This was new. He usually just said your name, but not today.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"Of course not. You just surprised me. Hey Friend," you smiled at him.

"Baby, let's go. I wanna get your clothes." Entwining your hand with your significant other, you wave bye to the two friends and let yourself get dragged off.

Walking to (favorite store), you let him walk you to the shirts. "You want a crop top, tank top, cut off shoulder, regular tee-shirt, or what?"

"I don't know. You're supposed to be picking it out for me."

"You're no help," he grumbled.

"I know," you smiled. Walking away from him towards the accessories, you hold up earrings and necklaces to see which ones you wanted.

"Baby, I'm done. Don't pick the accessories for this outfit, I wanna do it."

You see him hold up accessories to the clothing to see which ones you would match.

"I'm paying, no arguments allowed."

"I wasn't gon argue anyway," you sassed back. "My turn. What store do you like?" Walking to (his favorite store idfk🤷🏾‍♀️), you immediately see a shirt that would look amazing on him.

"Don't look, nosey." He looked away, surprised you caught him trying to peek without looking at him. "Go look around and find something you like. I'm paying."

Walking around begrudgingly, he looks at the other shirts they have, some catching his eye and some making him question who made it.

When he looks up a second time, he sees you already at the counter. "Did you find something you like?"

"Yeah, I'm paying for it."

"No, I'm paying for it. We already agreed."

"No, I don't wanna owe you nothing."

"I don't care what you don't want. I'm paying. Hurry up, we still gotta get shoes."

Hesitantly putting his stuff on the counter, you pay for the things and drag him to the foot locker that wasn't too far from the store you were just at.

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By now, you both had picked everything and bought matching shoes. You were now in the food court trying to decide what to eat so you could meet with everyone else.

"Kacchan, I want pizza," you groan.

"Then get it. I don't want pizza."

"But I want you to order it for me."

"No."

"Fine, I'll get Midoriya to do it for me." Walking away from him to your best friend, you pay him on the shoulder and ask him can he order for you. (social anxiety go brr)

Making your way back to the table, you sit in between Midoriya and Katsuki. Todoroki was next to Midoriya making small talk with him.

You start to eat, but you feel someone staring at you. Looking up and around, you try to spot who can't keep their eyes in one direction. Then you see it. A girl with dark hair and eyes and is fairly curvy, not as curvy as you but you get it.

You see her gaze shift to Bakugou. The you got the message. You scoot closer to him, trying to politely give her the message he wasn't available. She just wasn't getting it.

Then she decided to get bold and start to walk towards the table everyone had pushed together. "Hey, I'm Meiko." She tried to scoot bin to sit next to Bakugou, but you were quick to scoot closer to him.

At this point he had no space to move his arms and he was confused why this random was talking to him. "Me?" he questioned, pointing to himself.

"Yeah, who else would I be talking to. No one else here is on your level."

"Ok... You need something?" He was just trying to eat and go back to his dorm with you to re-watch Haikyuu. (kenma is so fine man 😡😭)

"Yeah, your number." Who does this dry flirting ass girl think she is.

"He's not available."

"I didn't ask for you opinion," she rolled her eyes and turned back to Bakugou.

"But you're talking to my man. So Imma give to you politely before I have to beat your ass, Kay?"

"Why are you dating someone like... that when you could have me?" That's more than enough.

"I don't know or like you." He's trying to keep his composure since he's been working on his temper.

Standing up, you feel someone grab your wrist and someone else grab your hand. "I'll say it one more time if it didn't register in that small ass head of yours. He's not available, especially not to you. If I have to say it again, I'll be going to jail. Got it?"

She tried not to show she was intimidated by walking closer to you, getting in your personal bubble.

"Then do something about it." She threw, or tried to throw, a punch at you, but it didn't connect. Now you could say it was self defense (be smart kids👩🏾‍💻)

There was no time to waste. Connecting a punch with her face, you drag her on the floor to get the advantage, even though you already had it.

You didn't stop. Your brain had went into autopilot and your body just did what it wanted to do.

The next thing you know, there's people trying to pull you off. Multiple people. You couldn't hear anything, ears ringing from the anger you were feeling.

"Baby, let's go." He had finally grabbed you off, dragging you away from her. "Deku, grab our food and bring it back will ya."

There was still anger in your system, but you just let him carry you back to the car. Denki and Kirishima already arranging for them to ride with someone else.

"You ok?"

"Mhm." You turned your head and looked out the window as he was pulling out of the parking lot.

He grabbed your hand and stayed silent. You both were similar in the aspect of not wanting to talk when angry.

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Arriving back to the dorms, you see Aizawa already sitting on the couch waiting for you. How does this man get information so fast?

"I heard what happened."

"It was self defense." You weren't even going to put up a big fight against him. You had a better chance arguing with a raccoon than with Aizawa.

"I don't care. You still did that in public. You're lucky people didn't take pictures and videos."

"Ok..." you said, waiting for him to get to the point.

"You're on cleaning duty by yourself for three days and you have to do extra training."

"So I we just supposed to let her hit me and flirt with my boyfriend in front of me?"

"That's not what I'm saying-"

"At this point, I don't care." Stalking off to your room, you sulk on your bed. Feeling Katsuki plop down on your bed, he pulls up netflix, playing Haikyuu.

"C'mere sweet thing." You both cuddled up, excited to rewatch the volleyball anime for the 3rd time.

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and that is a wrap. i haven't updated in forever don't bash me too much. i hope you enjoyed it and these outfits i envisioned bakugou picked out for you 🖤 (I chose different styles bc i know ppl have different tastes :))

[passable-talent]

Could you do a part two to the one with the lullaby 😍🥺

here i go again

part 1

also, there aren’t that many songs in the avatar universe, and i needed another one, so i picked one from the hunger games, bc it felt like it fit. enjoy that. 

Zuko’s nightmares receded in the few short days that the gaang stayed in his family’s villa. This was, of course, entirely thanks to you. You stayed with him as he fell asleep, just a quiet presence, reminding him that he wasn’t alone, that he was okay. 

You could assure him of this even as you fell asleep, even as you were asleep. Regardless of your best tries, you just couldn’t seem to stay up as long as he did. His fears, it seemed, were stronger than your resolve. For now. 

And when he would wake up to a rare nightmare, and woke you with soft but insistent nudges, you would sing him back to sleep. It chased the bad dreams away better than anything else could. And it made the two of you so much closer. Sharing a bed does that, you’d suspect. At first, it felt like you really were just doing it so that you didn’t have to sleep on the floor, but when you’d managed to wrestle him into your arms after a nightmare, you realized how nice it was to sleep curled up with someone else. 

Sure, he woke you up almost every night, but that was okay. You always managed to fall back to sleep, and never felt any more tired for it the next day. It was pleasant, you see, to wake up next to Zuko, twice every day. And it almost made you smile that when he was feeling scared, or anxious, or upset, you would be the one he wanted to wake up and talk to. 

Though Four Seasons was a lovely song, which did remind him of his uncle, he’d decided that his favorite to hear you sing was Secret Tunnel. You didn’t remember all of the words, but it was a fun song, and it managed to always make him smile, even following the worst of the nightmares. He’d asked for it so much, recently, that you found yourself humming it during the day, the melody stuck in your head. 

During the day- that’s another thing. The two of you had gotten so comfortable with each other that you stuck together during the day as well. Sure, during training, you worked well together, but even during the meals and beach days that he decided to participate in, the two of you hung around each other. Casual touch was something, it seemed, that Zuko was so depraved of, and so even just a hand on his back as you reached around him for something seemed to make heat radiate off of his body. 

It was a little funny, but you wouldn’t dare tell him that. 

Your role on the day of Sozin’s Comet followed Zuko through his fight with Azula. Though, you had to wonder why he had invited you and Katara, considering he waved you both off to take her on himself. You were glad you could be there with him, though, when she was defeated. 

Your panic was immeasurable while you watched him twitch, even as Katara healed him. You took his hand, and when his eyes met yours, he smiled- you always did love his smile. 

“Sing?” he asked, and you had to deny him. Not here- not in front of Katara. Not as Azula screamed, and raved. 

He didn’t leave the palace, that day. The rest of the team convened there, as he couldn’t well travel, injured as he was. But just like usual, they found bedrooms, the finest, reserved for guests of the crown. And he, as the soon-to-be Firelord, went to the Fire Lord’s bedroom. 

And you had the fortune of being allowed to follow.

There, when the world crashed down upon him, the absence of his mother, the insanity of his sister, the cruelty of his father, then did he let go of his tension. He knew he was forgiven by Iroh, and he knew he would be forgiven by his country. He knew the strength of his friends, and of you, and so after years of torment he finally let his anxiety drip away. 

You held him, in the large red-sheeted bed, and sang through his tears. 

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow.” 

The melody was soothing, and soft, and light. It washed through the room, regardless of the inexperience of your voice. He had his head resting against you, and yours against his, so that you could hear his breathing and he could hear the song. 

“A bed of grass, a soft green pillow.” 

Your voice had gotten stronger, in these few weeks, as you were using it again. You hadn’t for a long time. Now, however, with Zuko needing you, you wanted to practice every day, to make sure it sounded nice when he needed you. 

“Lay down your head, and close your sleepy eyes.” 

His sobs were fading, now, though you knew that his turmoil wasn’t. He’d still be upset even after the tears faded, but at least he’d be soothed, and poised to heal. 

“And when again they open, the sun will rise.”

A gentle song was what he needed, just like how he needed a gentle thumb to wipe away a tear that carved its way down his face. As you did, he reached up and took your hand in his, the gesture making you smile, and nestle your head against his again so that you could be even a tad more comfortable.

“Thank you,” he whispered, like he always did. You closed your eyes, the fatigue of the day wearing at you almost as much as it did him, and you felt him rub his thumb over the back of your hand. 

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” 

“Here is the place where I love you.” 

He’s such a dork. 

A verse later in the song you’d been singing him was that exact line-  “Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true / Here is the place where I love you.” He was a dork to know the song, even more to recite it to you. Such a theatre nerd he was, he’d told you, he’d gotten it from his mother. 

He wasn’t a dork, though, in the admission. You’d sat up, leaving the quite comfortable cuddle, and hovered over him, looking him in the eye. 

“You what?”

“Y/N,” he said again, slowly, as though drawing up the courage, or maybe making sure his meaning was clear. “I love you.” You couldn’t help the way your eyes darted all over his face, searching for a sign of dishonesty, nor could you help the fluttering in your heart when you couldn’t find one. You dipped down, pressing your lips to his, astonished, and felt his hands come up to your back as he returned the kiss. 

When your arms got tired you flopped onto your side next to him, eyes still trained to him. He turned his head to look at you, and you swallowed down some of your many rising emotions. 

“You haven’t known me for that long,” you insisted, even though as you’d already given him a kiss, you knew how silly it was. 

“It doesn’t matter,” he said, his closer hand finding yours again, “I do.” 

For the first time ever, that night, he fell asleep before you did. 

tag list: @lammello @kittyddandnyla @qquell @caitiff @coldlilheart @sleeping-with-the-fishes @duh-dobrik @dxcter

-🦌 Roe

[morkofday]

get to know me

am going to mix these two different tag games into one post so thank you a lot for tagging me @jazthespazz and @i-am-just-a-kiddo ♥

it’s somehow funny to do these same games again after a while so let’s see what I come up with:

Part I

name: real name petra but i prefer vish/vishie over here ^^ 

pronouns: she/her

star sign: aries ♈

height: 178cm (which am coming more and more proud of while i realize how damn tall every cdrama actor is lol)

time: 10:37pm as am answering this one

birthday: 10th april!

nationality: finnish 

fave bands/groups: ah well this is always a hard question but let’s go with these: BTS, DAY6, OneRepublic, Hurts, Oneus, Hoppipolla, TXT, Red, Mamamoo

fave solo artists: (forgive me if i’ve assumed any of these wrong) Novo Amor, Talos, Crywolf, Liu Yuning, SYML, EDEN, PVRIS, Joker Xue, NF, Halsey, Sleeping At Last, Nuz, HyunA, Sam Smith, Taemin

song stuck in your head: it’s OneRepublic’s Rescue Me bc of the song tag game i did earlier today :’D that one always gets stuck in my head whenever i as much as see the title lol 

last movie you watched: i think it’s The Yin-Yang Master (2021)? I haven’t watched any movies after that bc am so busy with all of my dramas haha

last show you binged: i think binged would be The Journey Across the Night! I watched that as a whole in 4 days

when you created your blog: in 2013 

the last thing you googled: ummm i think it was “what is a ball of wool called” bc of fic purposes haha as a non native speaker i always get a bit lost with words like this 

other blogs: none, i just dump everything here like the idiot i am 

why i chose my url: dates back to my intense summer of binge reading J.R. Ward’s Black Dagger Brotherhood series. Vishous was my favorite of the brothers haha. i first used this username in some random game on my nintendo ds lol 

how many people are you following: 358 which somehow feels like a lot but also like way too few?? i should probably search for some new blogs with other topics than cql, bts and/or dmbj bc i do love a lot of things at once 

how many followers do you have: over 800 

average hours of sleep: i’d say around 7h

lucky numbers: i remember answering 5 previously? i don’t really have a lucky number but 5 pops into my head

instruments: nope, no. not touching those tyvm. i admire everyone who can play any instrument tho

what i’m currently wearing: black jeans, socks with foxes on them (plus my woolly socks), a gray cardigan (my fave thing ever!) and an orange/brown top

dream job: writer would be ideal but that is very faaaaar into the dream zone 

dream trip: around different parts of asia to taste all the amazing food ;; maybe a road trip of sorts through europe? or inter railing? another trip to london bc i miss that ;; a trip to the very northern part of lapland to see all the auroras etc! i’ve never been that far north :’D 

fave food: if i need to quickly name something then sushi. otherwise am pretty fine with anything spicy 

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in: i remember thinking about this a lot the last time i answered this but hmm. currently i’d say dmbj still bc that world is fascinating AND i would love to talk to the characters. mass effect would be the second one currently bc i miss those games and the space stuff is super cool! and the third one would be assassin’s creed rogue bc that is my fave ac game and i like the northern sea and the places in it AND i could probably be one of abstergo’s employees instead and just test/play those simulation games haha 

Part II

Last Song: am currently listening to my playlist with just everything so i have Andrew Belle’s The Enemy playing right now (also I only just now realized that Andrew Belle also sings Pieces which is one of my fave songs? my bff linked that to me after it played in some tv series she was watching)

Last Movie Last Stream: i didn’t want to mention the same movie again or skip this question and i’ve wanted to talk about this anyway so! i watched Liu Chang’s bday live last night :’D it was so much fun even if i couldn’t understand anything. it was just nice to watch him being himself and have fun and chill with his fans. also the songs were amazing ;; i cried with Liu Sang’s character song as well as the ending. and all the while i couldn’t turn my gaze away from his eyes! he has such pretty eyes and they were absolutely Sparkling throughout the whole stream, it was so nice :’)

Currently Reading: Devotions by Mary Oliver (i adore her poems! they’re a very nice change after Siken haha) and then some uni stuff for a course about culture and mental health plus my thesis

Currently Watching: Douluo Continent, Word of Honor, The Long Ballad 

all of these are amazing and make me feel different things! i started Douluo Continent just a while ago and am now on ep 16 i think? it’s been very pretty and very chill and i watch it during the weekend while i wait for new episodes to the other two :’D it’s nice to see Xiao Zhan again and i’ve enjoyed the rpg game type of feeling in it? the group of seven is doing amazing and it’s interesting to watch them craft their team work! Word of Honor again has reached the ending and i just hold my breath with it. am not too far gone with it so i am not getting as heavy feelings about it as i probably could but i enjoy it  alot still and i do cry at times ^^ and then The Long Ballad has just blown me away! i didn’t expect to love it this much and be this invested in it but everything about it has been such a positive surprise and it keeps making me super emotional! i love the characters and the story and the romances even! it’s a great accomplishment for me. also yes i cry on the daily bc of hao du and bc of ashile sun’s hair haha

(i am also rewatching Ultimate Note kind of and been thinking about getting into rewatching Reboot bc it has been on my list ever since i finished it)

What is antipoetry to you: okay hmm i had to google this too and have to agree with Kiddo here. i don’t have strong feelings about poetry tbh, i wasn’t into poetry that much before maybe a bit over year ago? Siken has really blown me away haha. but i have always loved song lyrics which i never thought as poetry but then Kiddo said to me that they consider them poetry and yeah ok. i agree? so idk poetry can be whatever i suppose. i’ve never seen any rules in it anyway. i know there are many rules for different types of poetry but then again. i feel like poetry has always been just words put together to feel things and i guess that is the core purpose of every written type of art in the end right? 

Currently craving: a drama as good and as personal as The Journey Across the Night. that show really just stole my heart and i want that feeling back. i think about that show every day. i miss Li Jia and his two partners. i miss the vibes. i miss sitting on my floor watching it and just sobbing my heart out haha. also! craving a properly subbed, whole version of Anti-Fraud League. only the first 12 eps are badly subbed out there. wetv has... blocked? deleted? the whole show??? i need it to my life, i wanna see Xiao Yuliang being cute as Mi Ruo and i wanna know where the story goes smh 

thank you so much for these both! i had fun ^^ also am sorry this is so long but haha if you’re asking me to talk about myself and my interests then this is what you get :) 

tagging (to do which ever part you want or both!): @cross-d-a @jockvillagersonly @humanlighthouse @kholran @xcziel @minmoyu and @leonzhng ♥

[heiterbroward]

Riverdale prome

Ok so first things first, I expected this episode to be bad...but I didn't think it would also be boring af! Kinda awk for an ep called "climax" to be as anticlimactic as it could get without boring people to literal death.

Anyway, let's start with Bughead. Is there a reason the whole town is at their beck and call? Like all they have to do is ask and suddenly Kevin, Cheryl, Reggie, etc. will all stop what they're doing (which is nothing but still!) to do favors for Bughead...including making a snuff film? Like ok...first of all, why do they want kids watching this to google what a snuff film is? But also, they were all pretty excited to take part, even Kevin. Like we get it, they all get turned on by it! Jk it's not sexual (isn't that the excuse they used for the tickle porn plot? Anyways...).

Also, the part where it was playing Hal's tape at the weird place, Betty looked shaken by it and had to stop for a min. But I thought her dad being the Black Hood is badass and a good card to pull any time they need to hurry up and solve a case? At least, that must be what she wants Jughead to think. And he takes at face value that she's unaffected so he can keep living out his fantasy of dating Dark Betty! I'm surprised he didn't suggest that she kill him on tape! Jk tho bc they have great communication. Also nice to know Jughead can just threaten someone to beat up Brett bc he has Serpent connections in prison. Like damn, all Bughead's schemes are contingent on nepotism. No way the Jughead fake death plot would've worked if they didn't have FP (the police), Charles (the FBI), Dr. Curdle (the medical examiner), etc, all in on it! They're kinda like Nate from Euphoria js. Like are you a mastermind, or do you just have the privilege of having the town wrapped around your finger?

Don't even get me started on Varchie. Archie looked miserable af the whole time, so I guess he must've become totally joyless since getting rejected by Betty. But don't worry, he'll still ask Veronica to hop in the shower for a quick bang even though she gives him the ick as of late. Did he even ask her to prom? Idk! Kinda shipped him w that one dude from Katy Keene, but that's another story. I also thought Veronica singing "Carry the Torch" would be more sad bc it would show Veronica looking at Archie and maybe show flashbacks of them or something and the irony would be that he doesn't even feel those words about her like she does him...but they just showed a flashback of Barchie in the bunker and barely even showed Veronica during it at all. Like even in a scene where she should be important and her perspective should be shown, she's still an afterthought. Toni, too, but I'll get to Smithers in a min.

Also loved how there was no confrontation. Like Veronica didn't even get mad or anything...we didn't even get her thoughts at all actually beyond her crying. Like what does she make of all this? Doesn't matter I guess! Also funny how Archibald downplayed it like "it was just one kiss!" It's like ok? Last time, it was one kiss. This time, you sang a song about soulmates, kissed again, sang a song about finding each other in a wicked little town while experiencing mutual pining, had an emotional affair and multiple meet ups in the bunker, had enough feelings to write a love song to Betty, and was about to leave Veronica for Betty until Betty shut the idea down. But yeah, it was just a kiss!

Stg Varchie are gonna end up like the song "Me and My Husband" bc is there a reason she felt compelled to handle the situation with so much grace? Maybe too much? Can't let yourself get too upset bc it might "implode" Bughead? So what? Isn't Jughead entitled to the truth, or does Veronica still value Betty's feelings over her own for some reason? And Varchie will just date until graduation, then break up...why? It's like there's this invisible force that's making the couples feel like they have to stay together to uphold the status quo or something. Such toxic positivity. Let's act like nothing is wrong bc draguation is coming up! Ugh, don't even remind me of how Archie didn't even do drag in the Hedwig ep. But anyway, all their interpersonal relationships have become so fake and performative. Varchie's convo felt like a couple trying to discuss the best way to go about breaking up to have the best PR...everyone is afraid to rock the boat too much. And everyone else is reacting so unemotionally that Veronica feels out of place for crying even though her reaction is the probably the most normal. Just seems like Varchie both dc about their relationship at all at this point. And they're gonna put them back together bc her husband will be Hiram Jr. and she'll have no other options? K!

Speaking of toxic positivity, what's up w this message that you have to stand by your family no matter what? Veronica's friends were all in on knowing about Barchie and not one person decided to tell her the truth. And that mixed with Hiram's "disease" just made it feel like the only people on earth who will ever prioritize her are her toxic family. Same with Cheryl. Like since when is family the most important to her? She goes back and forth between loving and hating Penelope. And how am I supposed to think her Nana is someone good for her to be around when she raised a monster bootyhole like Clifford? Like you don't have to be endlessly loyal to your family if they do nothing but cause you trauma. No one is entitled to your loyalty.

Also, Choni's breakup felt just as robotic as Varchie's. Like "i will always remember our times together TT" or something and Toni says "ok bye babe." Plus was it supposed to be cute or iconic that Cheryl demanded prom queen like she demands all her parts in the musicals? Bc maybe for once they could've tried to give her a human moment and had her campaign for someone else to win. Or maybe have all her friends team up and vote for her without her demanding it to signify that she has actually managed to build some genuine friendships over these last few years. But of course she hasn't. No one has. Who talks in this show unless they need a favor?

Cheryl also kinda came off manipulative when she only expressed remorse when Toni was about to break up w her. She didn't think she did anything wrong before that bc she has never respected Toni's boundaries and views Toni's desire for autonomy as a personal attack/betrayal. This mixed with her losing touch with actual people who have been there for her (Veronica and Archie) in favor of becoming suddenly buddy-buddy w Bughead (even though they blackmailed her to save FP and only talk to her when they need a favor) and forming a possessive (and apparently not emotionally fulfilling since she was still seeking out Jason's corpse for companionship when they were together) relationship with Toni that she has now lost has left her feeling alone again...just like she did after Jason died. She hasn't made any progress in the past four seasons in working through her trauma and has only gotten worse. She needs to seek out healthy relationships with people who hear her out and offer her empathy/compassion but also stand their ground and have appropriate boundaries. Kinda like her friendship w Veronica in season 1, but it's not season 1 so I quit!

Also, is there a reason this was marketed as a storyline for Toni even though her perspective was shown zilch times? Right...but instead, Cheryl will go on about being "a victim of the family curse" while still standing by her family. Somebody help my bestie bc she needs to gtfo and go date Donna! I said what I said!

P.S. When Mary said endgame...and she thought I wasn't gonna clock her on that! Plus if Fangs wanted prom king so bad, why didn't he get mad that Kevin didn't stand up to Cheryl on his behalf or even try? Idk at least then, they would have dialogue!

[vnderoo]

a/n: hi this is my first tumblr imagine i’ve ever written so pls don’t butcher me. i also left y/n gender neutral bc idk how each of you reading this identify and it’s not fair of me to just assume. :)

word count: 1.7k

sweet melody || h.h.

In a whole other life, there was this boy that I knew

Let’s start from the beginning.

y/n and Harry went way back. They grew up together–attached by the hip. Wherever he was, they would be and vice versa. Their parents were close to one another so the two spent more than enough time together. Harry, Sam, and y/n considered themselves the “Three Musketeers”.

As year 5 approached, the small clique made a solemn oath to be best friends forever. No matter the highs and lows, they were always going to be there for one another.

Year 10 was when things started changing for everyone. Feelings were being developed and fears came into play.

y/n was under the impression that Harry went on a date when in reality, he was out with his other friends.

“I don’t know why I’m jealous. I shouldn’t be feeling this way.” they paced back and forth.

“Maybe you like him.” Sam said, unphased.

“What?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I see it all.” y/n was still confused. “Alright, let me elaborate.” Sam stood up, “you look at him as if he were the only person in the world, you laugh at his jokes when they aren’t even close to being funny. You lie and say his cooking is good when you know it’s criminal–Tess could cook better than him and she doesn’t even have opposable fingers.”

“That’s just me trying to boost his confidence a little.” y/n shrugged.

“y/n, when you talk about him, your eyes glow. You’re a lot more attentive when it comes to him compared to when it comes to me–which is offensive by the way.” Sam only had platonic feelings for y/n.

“You know I love you both.”

“But it’s different with him. Everyone sees it. You, my friend, are just in denial.”

What y/n didn’t know was that Harry felt the same way.

He made me feel like a woman, we were young and silly fools

“I just don’t want this to change our friendship.” y/n sighed.

“Listen, I love you, way too much, to let our relationship fail. And if it does, which it won’t, I’m not going to let you go. We’ve been friends for too long for us to just part ways.”

“What if we do break up and it makes everything awkward for Sam? I don’t want him to be put in that position.”

“Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” he kissed her head.

Gave him too many chances, push my keys too many times Anyway, he'd start acting up, and I'd be on my way to leave

Duty would call and Harry’d have to leave for work. Whether it be for his own work or to tag along with Tom on his press tour(s). y/n understood that. But there were also things that they didn’t understand about it all.

“Harry, I get that you have to go for months on end, but never talking to me? It’s like I don’t even matter to you anymore.”

Harry turned around, “What? Of course you matter to me.”

“It doesn’t feel like I do.” y/n tried to keep their composure but the more the argument went on, the more they wanted to break down. They were frustrated. It seemed like nothing they said was landing on Harry and he wasn’t really listening. “While you’re gone, I don’t get a call or so little as a text from you.”

“I text you ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’. What more do you want from me?”

At this point, y/n just wanted to lay in bed and cry this away. This didn’t feel like the Harry that left all those months ago. Things that y/n had been feeling for so long are finally coming to the surface. They felt sidelined, they felt sad, they sometimes felt like a burden.

“I want to hear about how your day went. I want to hear about how the tour is going or how your videos or pictures are coming along. I just want to hear you talk. I want to be part of your life but you’re making it impossible to do so. I sit here, stressed, not knowing how you’re doing, not knowing if you’re okay. The amount of work I have to consume myself in to get away from reality for a bit is too much, Harry.”

Sang me sweet melodies But the day he did me wrong The song couldn't go on and on

This was it. This was their breaking point. Neither of them wanted to admit it but they knew it was happening. The relationship was dying and there was nothing they could possibly do to save it anymore. It didn’t matter how much or how little either one of them wanted to fix this, things were too damaged to be fixed.

“I can’t… I can’t do this anymore.” y/n cried, “I can’t sit here and wait for you to come home all the damn time. Sometimes Sam doesn’t even know where you are so I can’t even get peace from him even if I wanted to. But even Sam has talked to you more than I have in the several months that you’ve been gone. This is the longest conversation we’ve had since you left.”

“Then maybe it wasn’t meant to be.” Harry yelled. “Maybe we were fools to fall in love with each other and pursue this relationship. We shouldn’t have pushed for it but we did and look at where it’s gotten us.”

Four years of pure bliss had been tainted by his words. y/n was hurt.

“That’s because you stopped trying.” y/n walked out the door and didn’t turn back.

Yes, when he came along, that's when I lost a groove There was no song in the world to sing along or make me move

The first few months post-breakup, y/n didn’t do anything. They had little to no motivation to do anything. All they did was lie in bed and watched the days go by. They were emotionally drained.

They found it difficult to move on because they spent four years only knowing Harry. His touch, his scent, his smile, his essence. They didn’t know how or when to start dating again. What was considered the “right time”? Everything now seemed suffocating and confusing.

As more months went by, y/n realized that this wasn’t the end of the world. They were going to meet other people and move on from this relationship. This breakup was nothing but another bump in the road, as people often say. They were going to fall in love again and it’s going to hurt just as bad, but it was time to move on.

He used to sing me sweet melodies He played me, made me believe it was real love

It’s been a couple years since y/n and Harry spoke to each other directly. They still kept up with each other, but they never talked. They only ever really asked about each other through Sam or their parents. Much to both of their dismay, this relationship took a negative toll on their friendship. The Three Musketeers were no more. The promise the three of them made all those years ago was broken.

Sometimes y/n would go into town and remember all the shops that they went into with Harry. All the memories they shared just walking through the town. Conversations they’d had about the oddest things.

Harry still had pictures of them on his phone. A reminder of the relationship he once had with y/n, both the times before and after they started dating.

It would be pointless to pretend that they didn’t miss each other. It was apparent to them and everyone they surrounded themselves with. Their friends and family would urge them to talk to each other but they always said no. Why? Harry didn’t want to because he would then be reminded that y/n was right when they said he gave up on them. y/n always said no because they didn’t want to be reminded of how they felt up until the end of the argument the day of the breakup.

Sam finished culinary school and was holding a gathering to celebrate the occasion. Of course y/n was going because 1. it gave them a reason to dress up and 2. Sam was their best friend and emotional support system throughout the time that they were processing the breakup. He was their best friend. They knew that Harry was going to be there but they weren’t going to let that stop them from going.

y/n was standing in line to get a drink when Harry had approached them.

“Hey.” he gave a sheepish smile.

“Hey.” y/n replied. They wanted to crumble into his arms and have him hold them as he used to. They were finally seeing each other in person for the first time in forever.

“You look nice.”

“Thank you.” y/n looked at him, “I like your sweater.”

“How’ve you been?” he asked.

“I’ve been good. and you?”

“Hanging in there.” the two stood there in silence before he spoke up once more, “I miss you.”

y/n sighed, “me too.”

They both knew that each person meant it platonically. The final moments of their relationship was so destructive that it led to them not being friends anymore.

“We should hang out some time or something. Grab a bite to eat.”

Going out with him would just bring more chaos into their lives. Never ending questions of whether or not there’s room to get back together would pop up from everyone around them. Their relationship wasn’t something that they needed to be reminded of, all the good and bad.

“I… I gotta go. It was good seeing you again though.” y/n smiled and walked away. They wanted to be part of his world again but there was no room for it. They were walking away from someone they once loved for so long and for some strange reason, they were content with it.

The song couldn’t go on and on and on, no

[twicepinkmeup-imagines]

Im Nayeon ; you can have all of my everything.

writer’s note : so this particular request truly made me interested bc Nayeon has always been written as someone confident and loud so for her to be quiet and nerdy is quite a change of scenery 🥰 i am really excited to share this with you guys so plssssss enjoy ❤️ also..... THERE WILL BE A PART TWO!!!!

warning : bc i highkey love this fic, imma surprise you guys 😚 BUT ALSO, THERE’S A LOT OF SWEARING SO BEWARE!

tips : guys i am not kidding when i say that this fic was a roller coaster of emotions so i had a LOT of songs playing while writing this 😭 but the most was Addicted To You by Ed Patrick (the title is a line from the song!!!) and Worship Instrumental by Adrian Jonathan so if u gey bebes wanna give it a listen, go ahead! So now, ENJOY THE FIC 😭💛❤️

words : 8,363 words (sis prepare yoself, it’s supa long 😭)

xoxo

She did not understand it— at all.

Im Nayeon did not understand why everyone was such a fan of Y/N Y/L/N. If Nayeon was quite honest, the former found the jock incredibly obnoxious and... messy; she was just on the complete opposite of the spectrum with her valedictorian self.

The fact that the valedictorian also grew up as neighbors with Y/N, didn’t really help her feelings towards the jock. However, they did grow up in the same neighborhood ever since preschool so they definitely knew each other more than they let on.

Y/N has never been mean or disrespectful towards Nayeon, no— instead, the jock has always been playful or kind with her, never really crossing the line with her but Nayeon always thought that Y/N was such a distraction in class, often laughing or sleeping in the back of the class.

But what truly annoyed Nayeon was that the jock always asked the valedictorian out on a date but Nayeon just knew that it was always a joke because why would the most popular girl ask a nerd out... right?

“No, absolutely not— I am not helping you study.”

Y/N looked at the valedictorian with pleading eyes as she insisted, “Please Nayeon, if I don’t pass this test, I’m off the team! The same team you watch every time that there’s a game! Come on, you’ve gotta help me out here!”

Nayeon then scoffed as she asked, “And that’s my problem, how? Y/N, this is the finals! Do you get that?? You slept through Mr. Jung’s class for the whole year and the exam’s in two weeks! Even God can’t help you-“

“Yeah, but we don’t know unless we try, right?” Y/N replied with a playful grin, earning an eye roll from the valedictorian as she continued, “Besides, I don’t trust anyone but you!”

Sincerely considering to tutor the jock, Nayeon sighed, crossed her arms and looked at Y/N before she questioned, “Give me one good reason to say yes, Y/L/N— convince me then I’ll tell you my answer.”

The jock then took a deep breath, straightened her back as she looked into the valedictorian’s eyes and simply shrugged while saying, “I will always choose you, Nayeon-ah,” Y/N admitted, her tone gentle and sincere as she clarified, “I’m sure that there are other people who are smart too but... I mean, we grew up together and I’m more comfortable with you so... I will always choose you— is that good enough of a reason?”

Nayeon saw nothing but warmth and sincerity in her neighbor’s eyes. It was something that she saw often but she has always pushed it aside because for some reason, her feelings were just so conflicting with how she thinks she feels. She keeps telling herself that she’s probably just not that keen with Y/N— but there are times where her true feelings, her hidden feelings... tells her otherwise.

Dreading to say the next words, Nayeon groaned slightly and declared, “If we’re doing this, we’re doing this my way and if I feel like you’re not putting in the effort, I’m stopping it immediately, got it?”

Grinning in satisfaction, the jock nodded as she teasingly replied, “With a tutor like you, I will always put in the effort.”

The valedictorian then rolled her eyes at the statement before she quickly turned around and was about to walk away until her wrist was held back by Y/N. Facing the jock, Nayeon pulled her hand away and quizzed, “What now, Y/N?”

“You’re hot when you’re in charge, Im Nayeon— did you know that?”

This made Nayeon groan and stomp her feet as she exclaimed, “Y/N Y/L/N! You are just so— UGH!”

Turning back around and stomping away from the jock, Y/N watched the retreating back of her neighbour as she grinned in joy and said out loud, “So, I guess I’ll see you in class?”

It was obvious that Nayeon was never going to answer but Y/N loved seeing the former’s reaction whenever the jock had flirted with her in the smallest way possible. For her, it was funny, satisfying and sorta... cute.

However, even while all of that was going on, the jock’s smile suddenly turned grim as she realized how fast her heart was beating. She knew that this wasn’t the first time her heart raced like this whenever Nayeon was around and she doubts it’ll be the last time.

“God, you are the perfect definition of a love-sick puppy... it’s disgusting.”

Smiling at the familiar voice of her best friend, Y/N turned around and was greeted with Jeongyeon’s expression of sarcastic disapproval. The latter was leaning against the lockers as she witnessed the entire ordeal between her best friend and her crush.

Walking towards her best friend, Y/N chuckled and replied, “You’re just jealous because you don’t have the balls to be honest about your feelings for Momo.”

“If that’s what ‘feeling’ looks like, I refuse to take any part in it.”

“.... And you wonder why you’re still single.”

Rolling her eyes, Jeongyeon waved dismissively as she replied, “Dude, I’m single because I want to. I’m a happy and independent woman.”

Y/N laughed as she then wrapped a loose arm around her best friend’s shoulder while saying, “You my friend, are a bunch of crap and you know it.

They then made their way to their next class as Jeongyeon scoffed in defense and fired, “Are you seriously questioning me?”

“Jeongyeon, I’m not questioning you— I’m saying it’s a bunch of bullshit and you know it.”

“You know what? I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel right now but I’m hurt— I’m hurt, Y/N!” Jeongyeon exclaimed dramatically before she continued, “And to think you were my best friend.”

Y/N then grinned smugly at Jeongyeon before teasingly said, “You know you love me, Jeongyeonie.”

As the two of them entered their class and made their way to their usual seats, the loud greetings of their best friends filled the classroom as Dahyun teasingly yelled out, “Finally! The two satans are finally here!”

Finding the greeting funny, Chaeyoung laughed as she chimed in, “If they’re satans, then what are we??”

“We’re a lost cause.” Dahyun joked, laughing loudly with the tattoo-filled girl as she then added, “We’re not satan-enough like the both of the- ow!”

Sana instantly hit her girlfriend, Dahyun’s arm as she warned gently, “Be nice— don’t think you’re that innocent, Kim Dahyun,” She reminded playfully before immediately looking at her two best friends with a welcoming smile and asked, “Took you guys a while.”

“Well, you know Y/N; if she sees Nayeon, her whole world freezes around her and she stops functioning like the idiot she is.” Jeongyeon mocked while she took a seat next to Y/N’s assigned seat.

The jock then playfully shoved her best friend as she defended while taking a seat, “That is so not true, Yoo Jeongyeon!”

“Actually, Jeongyeon unnie has a point, Y/N,” Chaeyoung agreed with a teasing grin as she pointed out, “You act all macho and flirty in front of Nayeon unnie but the moment she’s not looking, you become so hopeless.”

“But yet, Nayeon unnie can’t stand Y/N,” Dahyun chimed in mockingly as she jokes, “How will that work?”

The girls laugh as Y/N glared at her group of friends and huffed out, “Can’t believe I have a bunch of assholes as best friends.”

“Ya! I’m not a part of this!” Sana reminded as she tried holding back a smile before she added, “I think you and Nayeon are good for each other! You guys are like the typical next-door neighbours who despise each other and then end up falling in love with one another.”

“Yeah, but for this story, it’s only Nayeon who does the despising— Y/N’s in love.” Jeongyeon playfully sang out, earning another hit on her arm from her best friend beside her.

Before Y/N or the other girls could say anything, Nayeon and her group of friends made their entrance and almost immediately, the jock’s eyes were glued on the valedictorian.

Her heart instantly began to beat a little faster than it was before and she had to constantly remind herself to calm down. Taking a deep breath and releasing shaky one, Y/N then decided to shift her gaze elsewhere while not noticing that her best friends noticed her little mishap.

“Oh dude... You are so screwed.” Jeongyeon said jokingly but had a slight sympathetic tone to it before she asked, “Are you really that into her?”

That made the other girls pay attention to Y/N as the jock looked everywhere but them while she shrugged and softly said, “I don’t know... I mean— I guess..?”

While Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung and Dahyun looked at her with slight amusement, Sana, being the hopeless romantic that she is, looked at Y/N with understanding.

“When did you realize you liked her?” Sana asked, catching the attention of the jock as Y/N looked at her before the Japanese added, “Like at which moment did you realize, ‘oh shit, I’m in love with my neighbor’... do you remember?”

Much to Y/N’s surprise, this question truly caught her off guard because no one had ever asked her before which meant that she never truly thought about it— but deep down, if she really thought about, she did know. She just never acknowledged it.

“I think I was in the 8th grade...” Y/N recalled, her expression distant and her lips forming a smile so small, anyone could miss it before she continued, “I was walking home from school and she was sitting by the porch because she was sick that day and she was listening to music with her earphones on so she didn’t notice me standing there— just observing her,” She remembered, the faint memories of that day replaying in her head as she resumed, “Then the sun was setting and when I just gazed at her under the warm-colored sky, my heart went ‘badum, badum, badum’. She was just so.... beautiful. Even with her messy bun, her runny nose and mismatched pajamas, she was just insanely breathtaking.”

Sana sighed with content as she asked softly, “Then what happened?”

“Then every time I saw her after that day, my heart just went wild,” Y/N admitted with a small smile as she concluded, “I didn’t mean to fall in love with her... it just kinda happened.”

The jock’s best friends looked at her with a mixture of amusement and also... a bit of endearment. They’ve always known that their best friend had a crush on the valedictorian but never to this extent.

They’ve always seen Y/N as someone who’s confident, loud and charming so to see their best friend being vulnerable in love, it was an unusual change of scenery.

Initially, the four girls was silent at first and at loss for words but then, Sana suddenly chimed in and said, “I don’t know why but that was so sweet, I think I might cry.”

They laughed at the Japanese’s words before Jeongyeon looked at her best friend and asked, “Dude, if you liked her that bad, why didn’t you ever tell us? I mean, I know I give you a lot of shit for looking like a love sick puppy but you’re my best friend and if you truly love her, we could’ve help you out!”

“It’s not that simple, Jeongyeon-ah,” Y/N sighed, her shoulders low and her eyes slightly joyless as she continued saying, “I mean.. this is Nayeon, we’re talking about. She’s not just any girl.”

As her friends watched her with a tinge of sympathy, they didn’t have enough time to reply with anything as their next subject teacher walked in the class.

“Good morning boys and girls, are we ready to go through your essays on ‘Catcher in the Rye’?” Tiffany Young asked, her expression bright and cheerful as she added, “And please don’t start your whining— I gave you two weeks to complete this homework.”

Like always, Y/N instantaneously brushed her emotional part aside as she groaned playfully while whining, “Miss Young, can’t we just strike a deal or something and just hand in our essays instead of embarrassing ourselves in front of the entire class??”

Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung, Dahyun and Sana were slightly amazed at how quickly Y/N changed her mood, looking at each other knowingly before Jeongyeon cleared her throat and decided to chime in while saying, “Miss, as Y/N’s legal best friend, I have to agree with her statement.”

As the class laughed, in exception of the valedictorian herself, Tiffany rolled her eyes playfully as she joked, “Why is it that every time I want the class to present something, it’s always you two that are so vocal about not doing it?”

Y/N and Jeongyeon looked at each other with knowing grins as they shrugged and the jock joked, “We’re fraternal twins, Miss. We do everything together.”

“Yeah Miss, we’re like super glue— we’re stuck with each other for life.”

Laughing a little at her students’ antics, Tiffany shook her head with amusement while saying, “Then thank God we don’t have group projects for this subject because I do not want to know what chaos you two would bring.”

In that moment, while the class was laughing at the teacher-student interaction, Nayeon was rolling her eyes from a distance.

“God, here they go again.” Nayeon huffed out as she shifted her gaze to her books on the table. “It’s not even that funny.”

Jihyo, Momo, Mina and Tzuyu looked at their best friend with raised eyebrows before Jihyo shrugged and pointed out, “I don’t know unnie, it was pretty funny to me.”

“Yeah, but you don’t hate Y/N— Nayeon unnie does.” Tzuyu reminded, a small and teasing smile on her lips.

“Is it really hate though?” Mina questioned silently as she added, “Maybe they just don’t get along that well but I don’t think Nayeon unnie hates her.”

Momo then thought about the question before she furrowed her brows and looked at Nayeon while asking, “Why do you hate her, unnie? I never really understood why.”

Nayeon sighed and leaned her elbows on her table as she breathed out admittedly, “I don’t hate her... I just— she’s just so annoying sometimes!”

“Yeah, but she’s always so nice to you.” Momo pointed out sincerely before she added, “Actually, I’m starting to think she might actually like you.”

“You know, that does make sense,” Jihyo agreed as she looked at Nayeon and said, “That would explain why she always asks you out.”

The valedictorian then looked at her best friends with complete disbelief as she exclaimed, “Y/N?? Liking me?? Ha! Cute but no.” She said as she quickly added, “The jock doesn’t like me! She’s just playing around with me because she knows I’ve never been on a date before! Besides, she probably asks a lot of girls out-“

“Nope, that’s not true, she’s never asked us before,” Jihyo pointed out with a smug smile as she also pointed out, “And I can definitely say the same for the other girls in the school because I heard from Jennie that a few girls tried to ask Y/N out but she immediately shut them down.”

“Also explains why she’s always walking you home if you agree.” Tzuyu chimed in with a shrug.

Nayeon scoffed at her best friend’s claims as she replied, “That does not justify anything and you know it— also, Y/N asked Seolhyun out before so-“

“Yeah, that doesn’t count, unnie. We were in the 4th grade!” Momo pointed out while chuckling in amusement as she asked, “And honestly, would it really be that bad if she actually did like you? She is nice to look at.”

“She’s nice too,” Mina added as she continued with, “She’s always helped me in some way or another.”

The valedictorian sighed and just shook her head as she muttered out, “I’m not saying that she isn’t nice, I’m just saying she gets on my nerves sometimes.”

“Why is that?” The four girls asked, their brows creased and their heads slightly tilted to the side.

Nayeon took a breath and released a shaky one as she shrugged once again while mumbling, “Okay, so maybe she doesn’t really get on my nerves.. it’s just sometimes she’s so obnoxious and such a clown and whenever she laughs, she has that stupid grin on her face and she snorts like an idiot and-“

Jihyo, the closest to Nayeon out of the 4 girls, looked at her best friend with interest. She had never seen the valedictorian like this before. The stuttering, the avoiding glances and the lowered head. Then within a moment, a thought came into her mind; a thought she never considered— until now. For some odd reason, it made sense to her.

“Oh my... unnie, do you actually like her?”

Nayeon looked at her best friend with wide eyes as she gasped silently and exclaimed in disbelief, “What?!”

“If it’s true, it all adds up now!” Momo exclaimed excitedly as she quickly included, “You don’t hate her— you just hate how she makes you feel all giddy and stuff!! Also, it explains why you never miss any of her basketball games!”

“Ooo, that does explain why Nayeon unnie got so annoyed at Irene unnie for asking Y/N out one time,” Tzuyu chimed in teasingly as she continued, “Nayeon unnie looked like she was going to kill someone!”

Scoffing, the valedictorian shook her head in complete bewilderment as she fired back, “Are you guys listening to yourself?? Do you know how crazy you sound right now??”

“Oh please, look at how defensive you’re being-“

Unfortunately, Jihyo didn’t have any time to complete her sentence because out of the blue, a familiar voice had cleared their throat and said, “Excuse me ladies, do you want to tell the whole class what you’re talking about?”

The four girls looked at Tiffany with wide eyes as they struggled with an appropriate response. In the end, they simply shook their heads and lowered their heads in defeat.

As the older lady walked away from them, Nayeon looked at her best friends, who simply shrugged with a smug smile, as her eyes subconsciously shifted to the one person who she’s been calling her neighbor for most of her life.

Nayeon watched as Y/N was talking and laughing with her group of friends, a small smile unconsciously forming on the valedictorian’s lips. She knew what her best friends had said was true; Y/N was nice and she knows it. Despite the frequent teasings and the witty jokes, Y/N has always taken care of her one way or another— Nayeon’s just never really acknowledged it.

Realizing she had been staring, Nayeon quickly looked away but she hadn’t noticed that one of her best friends had caught her in the act. That was until she felt a pair of eyes on her and the valedictorian turned her head so fast that she gasped as quiet as she could while she was greeted by a staring Jihyo.

Jihyo looked at the valedictorian knowingly before she sighed and pursed lips before saying, “Now you understand where I’m coming from, right?”

The thing is, Nayeon did understand where her best friend was coming from and to be quite honest, she wasn’t sure if that was the answer she wanted.

xoxo

A few days had passed and Nayeon was still as confused as ever. She kept thinking about what her best friends had said to her because ever since then, she couldn’t really see Y/N in the same light anymore.

So, maybe she does go to Y/N’s basketball game every time without fail and maybe she does get annoyed whenever someone asks the jock out on a date but in Nayeon’s belief, she’s only annoyed because every time Y/N gets asked out, the jock immediately asks the valedictorian out too! It just doesn’t make sense! .... Right?

“Nayeon-ah! Im Nayeon! Hey gorgeous, wait up!”

Halting her steps and turning around, Nayeon subconsciously squinted her eyes slightly due to brightness of the sun as she saw the familiar sight of her neighbor who was currently jogging towards her before she groaned internally in annoyance.

Still not over the ordeal that she had with her best friends, the valedictorian sighed and forced an unwelcoming smile as she breathed out, “What do you want now, Y/N?”

Noticing that her neighbor wasn’t in the greatest of moods, Y/N creased her brows slightly before she gently asked, “Whoa sweets, are you okay? Need me to shit on someone?”

“It’s just..” The valedictorian managed to mutter out before she took a deep breath, releasing a shaky one and said, “It’s nothing— what do you want, Y/L/N?”

Still sensing the tension from the girl, the jock simply shrugged and asked, “Do you... want to go grab some food on the way home?”

“And ruin my dinner? No thanks but I-“

“Well, it doesn’t have to be anything heavy; maybe some coffee or cake.”

Nayeon was curious to the sudden invite as she loosely crossed her arms and questioned, “Why?”

Y/N shrugged and gave the gentlest smile she could ever muster before she effused, “Just cause.”

“Y/N, I don’t have time for your jokes-“

“I promise you it’s not a joke,” The jock reassured with a sincere smile as she continued with, “One cup of coffee of your choice and I’ll be out of your hair.”

The valedictorian sighed as she caved, “Fine but instead of coffee, I just want hot chocolate.”

“Deal.”

“And you’re paying.”

“I was planning to but yeah, okay.”

At this point, Y/N was smiling widely in satisfaction and even when Nayeon noticed the slight reaction that her heart had, she playfully rolled her eyes before turning around once again and walking away from the jock while saying out loud, “Can we just go to that damn place already?”

The jock chuckled affectionately, finding the valedictorian adorable as she went after her. If Y/N was honest, she wasn’t really sure where to bring Nayeon for a cup of hot chocolate because the idea was rather sudden, even for her.

But even walking in silence was good enough for the jock as the both of them made their way to a diner that was nearby to their homes. As the door bell rang the moment they swung the entrance door open, both of them were internally satisfied that the diner was rather empty and not as hectic as they expected.

They then took a seat at a corner table that was by the window before a waitress came up to them and gave them the menu. Still in complete silence, Nayeon looked through the menu while Y/N... was looking right at her.

The jock was in awe at how gorgeous her neighbour looked, even without makeup and she found it even cuter that Nayeon was so focused on the menu, that her expression at that moment was just heart-melting. Y/N knew she was way in too deep with her neighbor but knowing who the valedictorian is as a person and how much they’ve grown with each other, she didn’t really care anymore.

“Why are you looking at me and not at the menu?”

Y/N widened her eyes as she realized she was caught red handed before she quickly shifted her gaze to the menu, not realizing that her staring— was making the girl opposite of her, slightly flustered. Trying her best to get over the entire situation, the jock cleared her throat before she managed to mutter out, “I-I think I’m just gonna get a milkshake.”

Nayeon noticed the slight stammer but she decided to digress as she put the menu down and sighed, “I think I’ll have the same thing.”

“I thought you didn’t want to ruin your dinner?” The jock asked teasingly, a playful glint in her eyes as a smirk formed on her lips.

“Just shut up and order our milkshakes, will you?”

That had made Y/N laugh as she nodded and mockingly said with a playful salute, “Sir, yes, sir!”

Almost immediately, the jock then placed their orders with the waitress before the milkshakes quickly made their way to the table as Y/N slurped the drink the moment the straw made contact with her lips.

At that point, Nayeon was trying her best to hold back a smile forming on her lips as she shook her head and softly muttered, “You are a child.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment, thank you very much.” The jock joked with a grin as she then added, “Also, life’s too short to be serious all the time.”

Nayeon chuckled quietly as she then quizzed, “Then are you going to tell me why did you suddenly invite me to a diner after school where we could potentially ruin our dinner and get our butts kicked by our mothers?”

“Then are you going to tell me what’s going on in that little head of yours?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’m just stressed about finals.”

“Im Nayeon, you do remember that I know you like the back of my hand, right?”

Knowing very well that she can’t actually tell Y/N what was really bothering her, Nayeon smiled sarcastically as she crossed her arms and fired back, “You do know I care more about the finals than you do, right?”

The jock then raised her hands in defense while saying, “Fine, lets not talk about it then; I can wait.”

Nayeon then looked at her neighbor with interest as she leaned her arms on the table before she brazenly asked, “Honestly Y/N, why me?” Noticing that the jock was confused at the sudden question, the valedictorian clarified, “Why did you ask me to tutor you? You know you can get anyone to tutor you considering their crush on you so... why me?”

“Because you’re smart.”

“They’re smart too.”

“You also live right next to me.”

“You can always have them come over your house.”

Y/N then hesitated slightly, her heart racing and her mind reluctant on admitting her next words as she shrugged and softly said, “.... Yeah, but they’re not you.”

Nayeon’s breath hitched as she gazed into the sincere and warm eyes of her neighbor— the same neighbor that she’s always said she despises. Silence took over their entire conversation as the valedictorian sensed nothing but honesty from Y/N, her heart blatanly racing compared to before. Breaking their gaze, Nayeon then cleared her throat and stammered out, “Y/N, w-we should probably-“

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the jock and the mute from JYP High School. Having a little date with your girlfriend before the game with us tomorrow, Y/L/N?”

Recognizing the mocking voice, Y/N groaned and temporarily shut her eyes before she faced the source and was greeted with a boy in his varsity jacket while she forced a smile and said, “Hey Clarke, bye Clarke.”

The boy, Clarke, grinned smugly as he replied, “Aw, am I interrupting? Is that why you’ve been missing your shots on the court? Because of this mute?”

“Gee Clarke, rich coming from you considering you’ve been missing shots ever since you were on the team,” The jock fired back with a sarcastic smile as she continued with, “Your team went from number 3 to number what again? 57? Wow, must’ve really impressed the scouts.”

Obviously, this had irritated Clarke as he gritted his teeth and exclaimed, “It’s 48!”

“Yeah, that’s just so much better.” Y/N mocked, before she then concluded, “So, why don’t you go practice your 3-pointers for tomorrow and leave us in peace, hm?”

Clarke then took a few steps closer to the jock before he threatened, “How about I leave with your mute-girlfriend here and we’ll see if you like that, huh? Maybe I can try practicing my 3-pointers with her instead-“

This honestly angered Y/N as she scoffed and stood up, going face to face Clarke who was understandably a few inches taller than her as she rebuked, “You really want to try me, my dude? Really?”

The boy was unfazed as he smirked and sneered, “Maybe your mute here has some tricks up her sleeve-“

Not wanting to hear the entire sentence, Y/N interrupted Clarke by shoving him so hard that he stumbled a few steps back as she hissed, “You’re really starting to piss me off, 57; you better watch it.”

Clarke was no longer smirking as he exclaimed, “I told you it’s number 48!!”

Y/N was about to jab another insult towards the boy before she felt a warm hand tugging hers as she turned her head slightly and was greeted with a worried Nayeon who whispered, “Don’t waste your time on him, come on, let’s just go home.”

The jock could feel her anger slowly dissipating as she took a deep breath and released a shaky one while nodding before she left the amount due on their table and looked back at Clarke with a glare, “You better watch your back, Clarke boy. Try doing this well on the court tomorrow then maybe we’ll talk.”

Y/N then gently grabbed Nayeon’s hands as she dragged the both of them out from the diner with many eyes on them. On the way home, the jock had released the valedictorian’s hand but was still heaving in anger as she couldn’t believe that she didn’t manage to stop Clarke from saying such inappropriate things about Nayeon.

The thought of him sexually harassing Nayeon like that, truly made the jock’s blood boil in pure anger and hatred and the valedictorian noticed that. She then realized that since they were already in front of their houses, she slowly and gently grabbed Y/N’s wrist, halting their movements as they both faced each other before the valedictorian cooed, “Hey, stop thinking about that idiot, he’s not worth the stress; I’m fine, see?” She reassured while raising both her hands and adding, “No scratch, no nothing.”

The jock sighed and shook her head in disapproval as she ranted, “But he still shouldn’t have said those things! God, if I could just punch-“

“No, Y/N, that would not help the entire situation at all; if anything, it would put you at a disadvantage and he gets to watch you get in trouble instead.” Nayeon reasoned, unconsciously taking a step closer as she also added, “You’re better than that— I know you are.”

Y/N’s breathing became calmer at the sight of Nayeon’s brown eyes, her heartbeat not as rapid as it was before, which she then released a deep sigh and nodded in response.

Knowing that the jock probably isn’t in any mood to say anything, Nayeon smiled affectionately and rubbed her arms while saying, “Why don’t you go get a good night’s sleep and not worry about it anymore? You do have a big game tomorrow and you can show Clarke the way a game should be played.”

The jocked gave a small smile as she nodded before she watched Nayeon take a step back and make her way to her own house. Right before the valedictorian was about to go inside her house however, Y/N called out and asked, “You’ll be at the game, right? Like always?”

Nayeon nodded with a warm and gentle smile as she reassured while teasing, “I may find you annoying at times and there are days where you make me want to just hit you repeatedly but yes, I’ll definitely be there— like always.”

“Then you’ll let me take you on that date that I’ve been asking for?”

The valedictorian chuckled in slight disbelief as she shook her head with a small but visible smile before she turned around and sarcastically said out loud, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Nayeon.... sweet dreams.”

xoxo

Y/N was always nervous before a game but today— she was both angry and nervous.

After her encounter with Clarke yesterday, she tried her best to get over it but the words kept replaying in her head and she hated it. She didn’t manage to tell any of her best friends about what had happened, since she refused to let it distract her even more.

That being said, her teammates knew that every time before a game, Y/N usually goes quiet as she tries to get into the right mindset but today, they noticed that she was extra quiet.

“Yo, Y/N!” Her teammate, Jackson Wang called out as he added, “Someone’s here for you!”

Confused to who it might be, the jock made her way to the locker room door as she was then greeted with an awkwardly smiling Nayeon, who adorably waved at her while one of her hands was behind her back. Y/N smiled with creased brows as she questioned, “Nayeon? What are you doing here?”

The valedictorian then revealed a small gift in the form of Reese’s peanut butter cups as she softly said, “I just wanted to give you these... for good luck.”

To anyone, the chocolates may have a small meaning but to Y/N, they meant a lot more. This was a part of her memory growing up with Nayeon, that she will forever cherish and she couldn’t help but get a little emotional about it.

Y/N smiled warmly at the girl as she said, “I can’t believe you remembered... you always gave me these on my birthday growing up.” She then teased affectionately, “Be careful sweets, some may say you’re getting soft on me. You might ruin your reputation.”

“Maybe I am... but is it wrong of me to say that I don’t really care anymore?”

Nayeon was getting soft on Y/N and she wasn’t going to deny it this time— not anymore. After what had happened last night, she spent the whole night thinking about her feelings and dissecting how she truly felt about the jock. She wasn’t really sure how she came to the conclusion, but all she knew was that she was tired of denying it any longer.

Maybe it was after she realized that she couldn’t stop thinking about Y/N last night and wondered if the jock was going to be okay. Maybe it was because she was worried that Y/N was going to blame herself for an idiot’s fault. Maybe it was because she finally realized that she liked Y/N more than she originally thought she did.

Y/N could only stare at the valedictorian with wide eyes, dropped jaw and hitched breath as she truly struggled to respond. Her heart was racing and her body was getting warmer by each second which meant that the jock knew that her cheeks were increasingly getting redder each time.

Nayeon, however, found it cute and she chuckled quietly as she took a step forward and brazenly hugged Y/N, her arms going around the jock’s waist while she gently muttered, “Good luck tonight, Y/L/N. If everything goes well tonight, then I’ll think about that date you’ve been annoying me about.”

The jock didn’t have enough time to respond as Nayeon then released her grip and smiled shyly before she turned around and left soon after. By now, Y/N knew her cheeks were definitely red and she even placed a hand over her racing heart because she was in complete disbelief at what just happened. Followed by slight teasings from her teammates, the jock’s temporary bliss had to be cut short when they were asked to make their entrance to the court.

With her nerves slightly better after her short interaction with Nayeon, Y/N looked around the court and connected her eyes with a smirking Clarke, which automatically made her anger spike up instantly. Nonetheless, the jock refused to mess up the momentum in her head, as she quickly broke the eye contact and searched for a familiar face in the crowd. The moment her eyes had landed on Nayeon, Y/N instinctively smiled as she gave a small wave towards the valedictorian.

In the stands, as Nayeon was waving back with a small grin of her own, her best friends were watching with wides eyes from the side and they could not believe at what they were seeing. Jihyo, on the other hand, was smiling with endearment and it was because she knew the struggle that her best friend had to go through for the past few days regarding her feelings towards the jock considering Nayeon had called her up every night about it.

Then with a blink of an eye, the buzzer rang and the game began.

Both sides of the stands were full of both home and away supporters, the former being naturally louder as the game was being held at JYP’s court. The game began smoothly and cordially, with the usual bad-mouthing from the away team as everyone’s eyes were locked on the court. Initially, JYP was leading the game with 3 points after Amber Liu had managed to score a 3-pointer before the half time buzzer rang.

Now, with the points at 76 for JYP and 73 for the away team, the tension was finally getting to them. With only 15 minutes on the clock, Y/N knew that she had to score a few more to secure the team’s victory for tonight’s game. The jock was about to shoot her 3 -pointer until she was strategically blocked by Clarke himself, as he chuckled mockingly before saying, “Hey Y/L/N, how about we make a deal?” He said as Y/N continued to ignore him as he added, “How about I get to spend the night with your precious mute if I win this game and I’ll tell you how she tastes?”

Like a volcano erupting, Y/N simply halted her movements, earning gasps from the crowd as her face formed an angry expression before she exclaimed, “What did you say to me?!”

Both teams immediately stopped their movements as they made their way to the two players before both Jackson and Amber held Y/N back while Clarke was pushed away by his own teammates while mocking, “I said.... let me spend the night with your girlfriend and I’ll tell you how she tastes-“

“You son of a bitch!”

Unfortunately, the hit came a lot quicker than anyone could’ve expected and almost immediately, chaos erupted. Breaking through the human barrier of both Jackson and Amber, Y/N managed to land a punch on the jawline of Clarke’s face. The moment he fell on his back, groaning in pain as he held his jaw, the boy then stood up before he charged at the jock and managed to land a punch on her face too, but this time, on her cheek instead before he landed another punch on her eye.

Completely angry now, Y/N then shoved him as he fell down before she landed a few more punches. The fight had no upper hand fighter but it was clear to anyone there, that it was a fight that was not going to end anytime soon. The coaches of both teams then groaned in anger before they ran towards the group of chaos as they too tried to stop the fight from progressing any further. They then pulled the two bloodied-up teenagers apart as both teams held back the two players who were still mouthing off insults with their bloodied lip.

“That’s enough! Cut it out!” The JYP coach had warned as he stood in the middle between the two teenagers.

Nayeon and the rest of the girls, including Y/N’s own group of friends, had watched the fight go down and immediately rushed their way to the court before the valedictorian pushed her way through the crowds to get to the jock. After getting to the centre of the entire fight, Nayeon gasped and covered her mouth in shock as she witnessed Y/N being held back by her teammates while her face was completely bloodied up. Her left eye was bruised, her lips was busted and the amount of blood on Y/N’s jersey made the valedictorian’s breath hitch.

Making her way towards the jock, Nayeon immediately blocked Y/N’s view of Clarke as she then grabbed the jock’s face with both of her hands while her eyes quickly scanned the injuries on her face. The moment Y/N’s eyes were locked on Nayeon’s brown eyes, the jock chest heaved as she struggled to breathe out, “N-Nayeonie? I-Is that y-you?”

Her heart breaking at the sight of her beaten-up neighbor, Nayeon held back her angry tears before she tried her best to muster a weak smile as she nodded and reassured, “Yes, Y/N, it’s me, I’m here-“

“I-I’m sorry, I s-shouldn’t have punched him but he just kept-“

“It’s okay, Y/N, it doesn’t matter now,” The valedictorian reassured before she placed the jock’s arm around her shoulders as she said, “I’m gonna get you checked, okay?”

While the two teams were still going at it with each other after what had happened, Nayeon prioritized the girl in her arms as she guided her to the school’s infirmary with their group of friends following right behind them. Understandably, the group was completely silent when the nurse was checking Y/N’s injuries, as she too was shaking her head in disbelief in the slight severity of it all.

“Is it that bad?” The valedictorian reluctantly asked, her voice shaky and laced with worry as she added, “Do I need to call her parents?”

The nurse sighed as she shook her head while saying, “Other than a black eye and a busted lip, she’s fine... but that said, her eye is bruised up pretty bad so she should let it rest for a few days until it swells down.”

Nayeon nodded before she helped Y/N stand on her feet as she wrapped one of the jock’s arm around her shoulders again. With Jeongyeon on the other side, they all made their way to Nayeon’s car which could only fit a few of them. In the end, besides Nayeon and Y/N, Jeongyeon, Jihyo and Chaeyoung decided to tag along as they all made their way to the jock’s house. During the drive, the valedictorian constantly glanced at the jock, who fell asleep during the ride.

“I swear if I see that Clarke kid again, he’s not gonna hear the end of it.” Jeongyeon gritted, her eyes angry and her expression in pure resentment.

“Don’t you worry, we’ll all be there too.” Jihyo chimed in, glancing at her driving best friend who was clearly stressing out right now.

The rest of the drive was quiet, everyone was processing tonight’s events as they all tried to calm each other down through the silence. Once they’ve arrived at Y/N’s house, they were surprised to see the jock’s parents standing by the front porch with a blatant expression of worry. The moment the car halted, Y/N slowly woke up as her father helped her out of the car and straight into the house before the jock’s mother looked at the group of girls in front of her and automatically asked, “What happened tonight?? I got a call from the coach and said that Y/N was driven home due to an injury!”

The other girls simply glanced at Nayeon to explain as the latter was most familiar with the mother of two before the valedictorian revealed, “She got into a fight with a boy from the other team but I promise you, Mrs. Y/L/N, Y/N did nothing wrong! He kept on provoking her since yesterday!”

Mrs. Y/L/N sighed and nodded knowingly as she admitted, “Yes, I know, she told me about it yesterday but I didn’t know it was this bad,” She muttered before she looked at the three girls with a sad smile while replying, “Thank you girls for your help but I think Y/N should probably rest for the night and you guys should probably get on home; I don’t want your parents to start worrying too.”

“Can we come over tomorrow?” Chaeyoung asked sheepishly as she scratched the back of her neck before she added, “We’ll just hang out with her or something.”

“Of course sweetie, you’re all welcome to come over tomorrow, especially after all of your help tonight,” The older woman mentioned before her eyes shifted to Nayeon and she continued to say, “And thank you, Nayeon; thank you for always being there for our Y/N.”

Trying her best to hold back her tears, Nayeon nodded in response as Mrs. Y/L/N made her way back into the house as the four of them simply stood in the driveway, somehow dazed in mixed emotions.

When the next day came, Nayeon quickly decided to stop by Y/N’s house after school and hoped that the jock was feeling better than last night. Knocking on the door, Nayeon was then greeted by Chaeyoung. The sight surprised her but she did notice that besides the jock, Y/N’s group of friends weren’t around at school today.

“Oh hey, Nayeon unnie.” Chaeyoung greeted simply as she chewed on a strawberry-flavored licorice vine before she added, “How was school today?”

“Uh, fine?” Nayeon answered awkwardly as she questioned, “Where were you and your friends? I only saw Sana and Dahyun but even they disappeared after 3rd period.”

“Oh, Jeongyeon unnie and I skipped to spend the day with Y/N, then Sana unnie and Dahyun unnie decided to hang out too but the three of them just left for a double date; wanna come in? Y/N’s showering but she should be done soon.”

The valedictorian then made her way inside, closing the front door in the process before she asked, “Where’s Mrs. Y/L/N? Is it only the both of you at home?”

The baby cub nodded before she revealed, “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N are at school right now, to have a meeting with the principal regarding about what happened last night and baby Heeyeonie is sleeping upstairs.”

Nayeon nodded instinctively in acknowledgement before she quietly asked, “How is she? Did she talk about what happened?”

“She’s still pissed at Clarke for sure but she’s healing pretty well. Don’t tell her this but she’s a complete wuss when it comes to her medication— it took Jeongyeon unnie and I nearly an hour to just get her to apply some ointment on her eye and lips.”

Before Nayeon could even reply, a familiar and raspy voice intervened as steps down the stairs were heard.

“Chaeyoung, who in the world are you talking to-“

Both the valedictorian and the baby cub turned their heads facing the stairs where they were then greeted with a freshly-showered Y/N. The jock looked at valedictorian with raised brows as she rasped out, “Nayeonie? Did school end already?”

Sighing in complete relief at the sight of her neighbor, Nayeon released a happy sob as she ran towards Y/N before she carefully but tightly wrapped her arms around the jock’s mid-torso. Pressing her face against her neighbor’s collarbone, the valedictorian softly sobbed out, “I am so glad to see you; you nearly scared me to death, you asshole! Even your jersey was nearly covered in blood last night!”

To say Y/N was surprised was an understatement— the jock was at loss for words as she tried to wrap her head around the fact that Nayeon was hugging onto her like dear life. Slowly wrapping her own arms around the valedictorian, the jock sighed in content as she softly cooed, “...I’m getting better now, I promise.”

“Don’t you dare say that to me,” Nayeon warned affectionately as she pulled away slightly to look at Y/N before she added, “You had no idea how bad it was last night.... I was scared, Y/N.”

Looking straight into Nayeon’s glossy eyes, Y/N could feel the sincerity of her words and how they only emitted warmth, affection and care. She was in complete awe by the girl in her arms as she reassured her with a gentle tone, “I’m right here, Nayeon-ah... I’m with you.” She then wiped the fallen tears from the valedictorian’s cheeks as she whispered, “I’m not going anywhere.”

The valedictorian’s lips then unconsciously formed into an adoring smile as she muttered, “Hey, Y/L/N?”

“Hm?”

“Take me on that date.”

Y/N smiled widely at the statement before she nodded and beamed softly, “Best idea ever, sweets.” She teased lightly as the jock then continued, “Hey, Nayeon? Can I ask you another favor?”

Nayeon grinned teasingly as she joked, “Is me saying yes to the date, not enough for you?”

“It is, but I have one more thing to ask and I’ve been thinking about this since the 8th grade,” The jock admitted before she took a deep breath, releasing a shaky one as she quietly asked, “.... Can I kiss you?”

The valedictorian’s breath hitched as she quickly responded, “Y-You wanna be... my first kiss?”

Nodding, Y/N smiled and whispered, “If you’ll have me.”

Gathering all her courage, Nayeon slowly leaned her head as the jock did the same, not long before their lips had finally made contact and the scent of jasmine from Y/N, had filled the valedictorian’s nose. They shamelessly continued to kiss, their lips suddenly becoming addictive to one another as they smiled into each and every kiss.

Pulling away gently, the couple smiled at each other with endearment as Nayeon shyly asked, “...Does this mean I get to have your kisses now?”

Y/N chuckled at the adorable question as she nodded while slowly leaning before she whispered, “Sweets, you can have all of my everything.”

As the couple connected their lips once again, a certain cub was watching the entire scenario unfold in front of her eyes as her jaw dropped and she gasped in surprise. Covering her mouth to silence the gasp, Chaeyoung hurriedly took out her phone and clicked on Jeongyeon’s number before she heard the familiar ringing sound.

Not long after, the call was picked up and Jeongyeon hurriedly asked, “Chaeng? What’s wrong? Is something wrong with Y/N??” 

Quietly making her way to the kitchen to continue conversation, Chaeyoung marveled, “Unnie, you cannot believe what just happened-“

“Chaeng, if it’s not about Y/N, can we talk later? I’m sorta with Momo right now-“

The baby cub groaned slightly as she quickly yelled through a whisper, “Nayeon unnie and Y/N just kissed!”

“..... The two love birds did what?!”

[wwonder-landd]

Talks on TikTok

Pairing: Jordan Fisher x Female Reader

Warnings: Some bad words, my bad this whole thing is one bog self insert!

Request? Yes! Tagged @johnlaurensbitch​ and anon request!! this is probably a very late request,, considering i’m never on tumblr.

Preview: kinda self explanatory?? but basically reader duets jordan’s tiktok and he sees it and messages her!!

Y/F/N is Your Friend’s Name!!

Masterlist

TikTok was a relatively new app in your life. You had done a few POV’s and also sang along to the Sofia The First song to “broadway attractive men: sing-a-long edition” specifically to sing along for Thayne Jasperson and Jordan Fisher. It had become a new obsession, as you replied to comments and liked funny ones that made you laugh when you couldn’t sleep.

As you swiped through your For You page and liked a few, you received a comment notification. @username: @yourusername please duet this!!! 

Upon reading the comment, you first checked the username to make sure it wasn’t a weird bot account, and you realized it was not. After that, you clicked the video and it took you to Jordan Fisher’s account. 

The video was a 60 second clip of Jordan singing the Orpheus part of “All I’ve Ever Known” from Hadestown. You already knew the song and you had seen Reeve in the Original Broadway Cast, alongside Eva Noblezada, prior to Coronavirus putting every inch of Broadway in the dark.

Below the video, the caption said “Duet this as Eurydice! Let me hear your voices! :) #fyp #hadestown #duet.”

Maybe you could duet it? Of course you could, it was just a simple sixty second video, it wouldn’t change or affect your life in any way shape or form. At least that’s what you initially thought.

Clicking the small swishy arrow, then clicking duet, you sang your part and finalized the video, with the caption ‘The Orpheus to my Eurydice! Cast Jordan as Orpheus or you’re cowards!!! #fyp #bway #duet #hadestown’ Granted the duet itself wasn’t anything professional and was merely for fun, as you assumed Jordan would never see it, let alone anyone from Broadway that would see your poke at the Hadestown casting directors.

You went to text your friend about your recent Glee binge while pressing play on the next episode, though Netflix should know you by now. Of course you’re ‘still watching,’ that shouldn’t even be a question. You decide to grab the bag of chips off of the coffee table before plopping yourself on the couch and settling into the plot that was the storm of Glee.

Two episodes in and your phone vibrates beside you. 

Y/F/N Calling...

You accept the call and raise the phone to your ear.

“Oh my God! You saw it right? Tell me you saw it?” they shrill into your ear.

“What is ‘it?” What are you talking about?”

“Come on Y/N... Jordan commented on your post!”

“No way.. What the fuck!? Let me go see.” you respond before adding, “hold on, I’ll call you back.”

Sure enough, you opened TikTok and there was the notification, or the many notifications...

@jordan_fisher: YOU KILLED THIS! 😍

Another notification popped up, this time a little paper airplane depicting a dm.

Jordan Fisher: 

Hey! You did so good on that duet!! 

Does he do that to everyone who duets? What was going on...

You take a screenshot and send it to Y/F/N with ‘tell me i’m reading this wrong... this is fake...’ undernearth the screenshot.

You go back to TikTok and reply, or try to, as Y/F/N floods you with texts. ‘OMG DATE’ ‘WTF NO WAY’ ‘OMG SIS U HAVE TO’ ‘MESSAFE HIM’ ‘FLIRT FLIRT PLS OMH DO IT NOW FOT ME’

Y/N L/N:

Thank you! That means so much coming from you! Yours was phenomenal

He responded almost instantaneously.

Jordan Fisher: 

Well I kinda do the singing thing for a living. Seriously though, do you sing? I’ve seen some of your videos, you’re really good!

Now he wants to actually know you? Not only that, but he’s creeped on your TikTok? He doesn’t do this with everyone... right?

Y/N L/N:

Well I knew that much. I sing in the shower! Not professionally, but I’ve written some stuff.. I wish I had the guts to get out there!

You were actually shaking, and didn’t know what to even say to him. This was all so surreal to you.

Then you got an Instagram notification. 

@jordan_fisher has followed you!

Followed by a TikTok notification that Jordan had duetted you back. The duet was Jordan staring at the screen with a smile on his face while you sang the Eurydice part, then adding “OH MY GOD SHE’S LITERALLY SO GOOD!” to the end. 

Comments flooded in left and right, follows on Instagram.. It seemed endless. You decide to mess with him and message him on Instagram. 

@YourUsername: 

You stalking me or something? 🤔

@jordan_fisher: 

Maybe it’s something like that. Or maybe you just caught my eye.

@YourUsername:

Is that so?

@jordan_fisher:

Yeah, you really blew me away!

@YourUsername:

Okay Philip Hamilton blow us all away tease! Btw you did so good in that show! 

@jordan_fisher:

You saw it?

@YourUsername:

Yeah I saw you as Philip and John, but couldn’t stagedoor :( but here I am talking to you so!

@jordan_fisher:

Well I’m glad the universe worked out that way!

@YourUsername:

Literally how many people can say they’re talking to their childhood crush on Instagram? Not many!

@jordan_fisher:

Childhood crush huh?

@YourUsername:

Let’s just say my younger sibling had a thing for Liv&Maddie😂

@jordan_fisher:

That’s cute though! Gotta start somehow. This is totally random, and you can say no, but what would you say to coffee sometime?

@YourUsername:

I’d say that I’ll need your number to let your know when your order is ready, just like Starbucks!

@jordan_fisher:

Oh right, like Starbucks...😂 xxx-xxx-xxxx

@YourUsername:

I’ll text you the plan yeah?

@jordan_fisher:

Can’t wait!

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yikes, when this is some really bad writing and a weird ending???? it’ll probably be a part two or something idk i didn’t have an idea for the next bit?? so if anyone has any ideas pls hit the ask box up.. but beware i really forget that thing exists ajdakkjf IM GETTING BETTER AT TUMBLR I SWEAR IM RELEARNING THE WRITING THING AND THE TUMBLR THING.. trust the process pls bc i miss writing and i want ppl to like the stuff i write!! also sorry for the weird title,,, again, still getting used to this stuff again :/

[babysizedfics]

okok so i dont know if virgil would like it (bc of the separation anxiety) but how does he feel abt peek a boo? i imagine his cgs would make it super fun! like have him on his mama’s lap with his papa in front of him and theyre like “wheres the baby??” and pat covers his eyes “there he is!!” and pat gets all happy and excited to see virgil so v gets all excited which makes pat even mOre excited so v gets lil happy kissies!!!! (can u tell ive been wanting to play peek a boo hdhdj)

I HAD TO SCREAM INTO A PILLOW

I hope you don't mind but i made this into a fic it was essential it was unavoidable i was crying as i wrote this

Title: Peekaboo!

Summary: Logan is a shy new caregiver, Patton learns what separation anxiety is, and Virgil disappears then reappears and is a very confused baby.

Word count: 6,600

Note: Set before the events of Little Accidents, Big Developments (AO3 | tumblr)

Also on AO3

oOo

It had been a somewhat slow day. Roman had been holed up in his room for most of it, rehearsing for an audition that Thomas had landed for the following week. He was working rather relentlessly, though Patton had been sure to request that he at least leave his room for mealtimes - and Logan had outright demanded it when Roman stubbornly refused. After a very speedy lunch, Roman was back in his room and the other three were left to their own devices in the living room.

Quite understandably, Patton had noticed Virgil was much antsier that afternoon. Probably because Roman was constantly talking about how absolutely essential it was that Thomas did not mess up a single line in next week’s audition and that he personally would “enter into a state of devastated mourning should this chance at stardom be killed and dashed across the stage floor”.

That had evidently sent Virgil’s anxiety into a downward spiral. After the fourth shaky sigh in as many minutes from the younger side’s lips, Patton shook his head and twisted on the couch to look at him.

‘Okay, that’s enough,’ Patton said, giving a rare stern look to the boy who was currently pacing the living room floor and looking just about ready to tear his hair out. ‘No more worrying, Stormcloud.’

‘I can’t help it!’ Virgil whispered quite fiercely. His eyes were wide and though they looked in Patton’s direction, it was as if his gaze was fixed a mile in the distance, likely imagining a variation of disastrous scenarios. ‘We could choke or trip or literally do the worst performance ever and Roman would be depressed and then we might not be able to make videos for months because he’s so distraught and what if it was all my fault? What if I was the one to make Thomas mess up and then Roman would hate me and -’

‘Breathe,’ Logan commanded from where he sat in the armchair reading a book.

As if being shaken from a spell, Virgil’s frantic pacing halted and he gasped in a breath.

‘It was not your fault because it has not happened. Roman won’t hate you because even if it did happen, the blame could not fall solely on your shoulders. Everything is going to be all right, Virgil.’

At Logan’s reassuring words, Virgil nodded slightly to himself, his eyes fixed on his feet as he took in steady, though shallow breaths.

Patton bit his lip for a moment in thought. It was obvious that Virgil would not be able to get past this anxiety without a distraction… and what better distraction than being a baby?

With a firm nod to himself that meant Yes, this is definitely the only solution. Not just because I love looking after my baby, of course, Patton switched the TV over from the show he had been watching to Guess How Much I Love You, one of Virgil’s favourite cartoons in littlespace.

As soon as the bright musical score started playing, Virgil and Logan’s gazes both snapped up to the screen. The older one smiled slightly while the younger side’s thumb flew to his mouth in an instant. He began nibbling on his nail as a young child’s voice sang the opening song:

“Dancing through springtime,

Flowers are raised in summer sun,

Catching white snowflakes on your nose,

Running through autumn leaves that float from trees from high,

With a love that is bigger than the sky”

Patton beamed at how Virgil seemed fully enraptured by the animated rabbit and bright flowers on the screen. The moral side happily joined in singing his favourite part of the song, all while gazing at Virgil.

‘Guess how much I love you, guess how much I love you -’ he held his arms out to Virgil in an invitation for a hug ‘- Guess how much I love you!’

‘’M not little,’ Virgil mumbled with a strong blush gracing his cheeks. It was so quiet that Patton wouldn’t be surprised if Logan had not been able to hear it, being slightly further away from them.

‘I know, sweetheart,’ Patton said gently through a smile, knowing that Virgil’s statement wouldn’t be true for very long. His arms remained open. ‘But maybe we can just watch a bit and see if it helps you calm down.’

There was a stiff nod and within a few seconds Virgil had plopped down onto the couch beside Patton, instantly snuggling up to him.

Patton allowed himself a small chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Virgil and pulled him into his lap. Seeing Logan’s proud smile filled him with far more joy than he was currently able to express if he didn’t want to accidentally fling Virgil off of his lap, so he let it fizzle away in his chest with a bright grin. As he settled back to watch the show, he pretended not to notice his baby’s thumb slipping into his mouth.

Needless to say, by the end of the ten-minute episode, Virgil was entirely gone.

‘Papa?’

Patton nearly squealed. He wasn’t quite over his excitement for Virgil’s new nickname for him. ‘Yes, my sweet little fieldmouse?’

‘Peas Minpy?’ Virgil garbled around his thumb, twisting his head to look pleadingly at Patton.

That look… Virgil had no idea what that look did to Patton’s heart. With a firm hand on his chest, Patton said, ‘Okay, baby. Let’s go upstairs and get Minty.’

‘I can fetch them,’ Logan quickly announced from the armchair. Patton watched as he snapped his book shut quite hurriedly, stood, paused for a second as he clearly got a head-rush from standing so fast, then made his way over to them. ‘I’m going to go and get Minty for you, Virgil,’ he explained, leaning down to be eye level with them.

His hand reached forward hesitantly and patted Virgil’s head twice, to which the regressor replied with a giggle and a poke to Logan’s wrist.

Patton fought very hard to contain an adoring smile as Logan’s cheeks flushed before he bustled out of the living room. The logical side was a little awkward in his attempts at physical affection, but they never failed to put a smile on Virgil’s face so Patton could hardly tease him about it. And it wasn’t Logan’s fault that cuddles and kisses didn’t come as naturally to him as they did to Patton. He was trying, and it only made Patton all the more smitten with him.

Feeling his cheeks warm at that thought, Patton quickly busied himself with holding Virgil’s hand (the one that was not currently glued to his chin while he sucked his thumb) and started circling his finger on the little one’s palm. ‘Round and round the garden, like a teddy bear…’

After a short while of singing and tickling and giggling, Logan returned with Minty in tow. One of Virgil’s little baby blankets was slung over his shoulder. At Patton’s raised eyebrow he shrugged it with a short explanation of: ‘Just in case he needs it.’

Virgil snatched his thumb out of his mouth with a muted pop and held his hands out to the soft toy with a whine.

‘Can you remember what word we say when we want something?’ Patton nudged Virgil slightly, though kept him in a firm embrace to make sure the boy didn’t topple off of his lap with his lack of balance.

Virgil’s face turned back to him. He opened his mouth as if ready to say something then frowned and snapped his jaw shut with a pout. Another whine came forth, this time sounding a bit upset.

‘Aww, are you too little, sweetie?’ Patton cooed. Virgil’s head suddenly collapsed onto his shoulder and he heard a sniffle. ‘No, no, it’s okay. It’s all right, baby,’ he hastened to reassure, bringing his hand up to stroke Virgil’s hair soothingly. He really was so sensitive when he was this small, it was difficult to avoid upsetting him. That was one thing that had been difficult to come to terms with when Patton first became Virgil’s caregiver. ‘You’re allowed to be as little as you want.’

The cushion beneath him dipped and he realised the sudden firm warmth pressing against his arm was Logan, who was sitting incredibly close to him. It was difficult not to blush. And so Patton did blush.

‘Virgil, look who has come to see you,’ Logan said so warmly that it melted Patton’s heart.

A curious baby pulled his face off of Patton’s shoulder and all remnants of upset on his features were quickly replaced by sheer happiness. Patton thought it would never get old, seeing Virgil’s eyes sparkle with such rare joy.

A lopsided grin stretched Logan’s lips as he pressed the stuffed dinosaur into the crook of Virgil’s arm. ‘There we are.’

The sweetest little squeak sounded as Virgil sat more upright on Patton’s lap and hugged the toy tightly, burying his face in its fur.

‘So much for not being little,’ Logan murmured lowly by Patton’s ear in an amused tone. The rumble of it resonated right through the moral side’s chest and left him dumbstruck.

‘Yeah,’ Patton breathed, not being able to think of anything much smarter to add.

oOo

Twenty minutes and a couple more episodes of Guess How Much I Love You later, Patton and Virgil (now with a pacifier) were being silly on the carpet. By being silly, they were quite literally just making funny faces at each other and then taking a minute’s break while they calmed down from all of the giggles and aching smiles than ensued.

Logan, being “not one for such tomfoolery”, was back to reading in the armchair. Though Patton had noticed that he was tending to spend more and more time on each page as he cast more and more glances over to the two on the carpet.

It was quite evident that Logan was eager to take care of Virgil, and it was becoming more prominent every day. He was incredibly passionate about the idea when he had first discussed it with Patton nearly a month previously and had been damn near ecstatic when Virgil had agreed to the suggestion. Though, going by his timidity and shy glances when Patton was caring for Virgil around him, it seemed his nerves were getting the better of him. Well, Patton couldn’t have that at all.

‘Oh, you’re such a silly baby!’ Patton chuckled when Virgil scrunched up his face as if he had eaten a lemon slice. ‘Papa’s gonna be right back, sweetheart.’

Without much delay, Patton jumped up with a big smile and ruffled Virgil’s hair, only just noticing that his face had fallen as he walked away. He would be fine, especially with Logan looking after him.

‘Where are you going?!’ Logan practically shrieked, his eyes wide and staring at Patton in disbelief.

Patton couldn’t help but giggle. ‘I’m just going to pee. You can watch Virgil while I’m gone!’ he cried a bit too excitedly if the look of suspicion on Logan’s face was anything to go by. ‘Come on, Lo. You are his other caregiver, aren’t you?’

That seemed to humble Logan as he looked to his lap and fidgeted with his tie. ‘Yes, I - of course.’

As Patton moved out into the hallway he heard Logan sliding off of his chair and talking to Virgil in quiet, gentle tones. He smiled, knowing that Logan truly did have it in him to be a carer, he just needed some encouragement.

Within mere minutes Patton was on his way back to the living room. If he took his bathroom trip quite languidly and chose to use the upstairs bathroom just to have a longer journey, he was sure no-one would have noticed. It was all for a good cause, after all. Though, he began to doubt this reasoning when he became aware of wet sniffles and whimpers and frantic hushes coming from the living room.

‘Logan, is everything okay?’ Patton asked as he pushed the door open.

He was met with the sight of a red-faced, tear-stained Virgil pulling very harshly on his pacifier handle. Logan was knelt beside him, holding his hands out in a placating gesture and looking quite concerned.

It only took a second or so for Patton to drop by Virgil’s side and immediately wrap him in a warm hug. The younger’s crying slowed as he buried his face in Patton’s chest.

‘What happened?’ Patton whispered, looking up at Logan’s bewildered stare.

‘He started crying the minute you left,’ Logan said, his brow furrowed (beautifully), ‘but I could not find any indication of injury or anything in the vicinity that might have caused such a sudden drop in mood.’

‘Oh, sweetheart,’ Patton murmured sadly as he gazed upon his curled up baby, suddenly understanding. He lifted Virgil slightly to bring him into his lap. ‘It’s okay, Lo. Sometimes he does that when I leave him for a bit.’

Just as with every time previously, Virgil’s tears had completely subsided now that he was in Patton’s embrace. Rather than whimpers and sniffles, the only sounds coming from him were the suckling of his pacifier and a small sigh of content.

Logan seemed thrown off by the sudden change. ‘He cries when you leave the room? Is there no suggestion that he could be upset by extraneous variables in these situations?’

‘I don’t know much about “ex-trainer vary balls” but nothing else happens to make him cry.’ Patton tightened his hold around Virgil protectively. ‘He just misses his papa.’

The way Logan’s frown pulled down even more was slightly less cute this time, only because it made Patton worry.

‘Patton, I don’t believe this qualifies as “just missing his papa”. This may be a case of separation anxiety.’

Even as his baby snuggled into him further, Patton felt his heart sink. ‘That doesn’t sound very nice. What is it?’

‘In short, it means that he is aware enough to realise just how dependent he is on you, but not in an old enough headspace to have a solid understanding of object permanence.’ Patton’s confusion must have shown on his face because Logan immediately elaborated, ‘When something leaves his line of sight, he believes it has ceased to exist.’

‘Oh, that can’t be right.’ Patton looked down at the sleepy boy in his lap. ‘No, he must know I’m still gonna come back to him. I always come back to him.’ Purple tendrils of hair parted around his fingertips as he stroked his little one’s head.

‘Allow me to demonstrate,’ Logan said, then picked Minty up from where they had apparently been abandoned on the carpet. ‘Virgil,’ he called, ‘Vee, look over here. Look at Minty.’

With a little snuffle, Virgil lifted his head from Patton’s shoulder. It was noticeable how his eyes sparkled upon seeing his favourite toy. ‘Minpy!’ he squealed in excitement.

‘Aww,’ Patton cooed, unable to hide his adoration for just how sweet his little boy was.

‘Don’t you think he was surprised to see Minty?’ Logan questioned, holding Minty just out of reach from Virgil who was starting to whine as he held his arm out to the toy.

‘Well… I guess so, but that doesn’t mean -’

Minty was suddenly pulled away and hidden behind Logan’s back, completely out of sight. An expression of fake-surprise crossed Logan’s features as he looked at Virgil. ‘Where did Minty go, Vee?’

Watching Virgil’s reaction, Patton was beginning to understand what Logan meant. A mild panic had clouded over Virgil’s eyes and he looked frantically between Patton’s face and Logan’s now empty hand. It wasn’t long before the whimpering started anew.

‘Sweetie, it’s okay,’ Patton murmured, rocking him slightly on his lap. ‘You remember where Minty went, don’t you?’

Wet eyes locked onto his. ‘Gom,’ Virgil whispered forlornly.

‘He’s not gone, baby. See.’ Patton sent a pointed look to Logan, to which the logical side at least had the decency to appear embarrassed by his experiment and pulled Minty back out from behind him.

Virgil gasped through his pacifier, apparently shocked by the toy’s sudden reappearance. He whined and made desperate grabby hands at the toy.

‘There you go, Virgil.’ The toy was pushed into Virgil’s hands and instantly squeezed against his chest in a tight hug. Logan looked back up to Patton a little shyly. ‘I apologise for upsetting him. I had to prove my hypothesis.’

A sigh escaped Patton as he swayed his baby gently. Logan did honestly look remorseful, and he had shown Patton what object permanence was (or more what it wasn’t) so perhaps it was all right. Even if it hadn’t been in a very fun way. ‘So, does he think I… I die when I leave the room?’ he whispered shakily.

‘Not nearly so morbid,’ Logan reassured, actually reaching out to stroke his finger across Virgil’s knuckle. It was a very small act of affection, but Patton appreciated it nonetheless. ‘He does not have the mental capacity to think about anything that he cannot see. When you leave him, he cannot see you and so all he can think about at that moment is your absence, rather than believe you could exist somewhere that is not with him.’

The strangest bittersweet feeling swirled in Patton’s chest. Sure, it was kind of cute that Virgil loved and needed his papa so much that he always wanted to be with him. But Patton couldn’t be with him all the time. He did his best, of course, but he couldn’t exactly go hours without needing to go to the bathroom or fetching something from the cupboard.

‘Can we maybe fix it?’ Patton asked.

That crinkle in between Logan’s eyebrows came forth again and Patton longed to press his lips against it and smooth it out with a kiss. ‘There are simple activities we can do to try to reinforce object permanence. Though given the fact that he is not truly a developing child, I am unsure if they will have any effect on him.’

‘It’s worth a try though, right?’ Patton didn’t want his baby to be needlessly upset if they could help it.

A soft smile stretched Logan’s lips, and it made it quite tricky to remain worried. ‘It’s worth a try.’

And try they did. They really did.

As per Logan’s suggestion, they started with Patton leaving the room for progressively longer bouts of time. Thirty seconds, then one minute, then two minutes, and et cetera. At least, that had been the plan. In practice, it was much more resemblant of ten seconds, Virgil’s distressed whimpering, and Patton dashing back to comfort his baby. Then ten seconds, then Virgil whimpering, then Patton dashing. Ten seconds, whimpering, dashing. All in all, they considered it a failed attempt. (Patton was very glad that Logan didn’t reprimand him for ruining the experiment.) (‘You didn’t ruin anything, Patton.’)

The next activity was hiding objects and showing Virgil that they would always be revealed again. Minty had been the first choice, though Virgil was still rather distressed from their first activity and was clinging onto the toy tightly. The caregivers came to a silent agreement that it would not be fair to take away his comfort item. They instead attempted to hide things from around the room; little trinkets such as a photo frame or one of Roman’s sketchpads he had left lying around.

Virgil at least did not start crying whenever they were hidden behind Logan’s back or under his baby blanket. In fact, he hardly seemed to notice them disappear at all. No matter how much baby-talk and coaxing from Patton and Logan, the regressor did not react to them and only frowned and buried his head against Patton’s chest with a whine that almost resembled a groan of annoyance. Apparently he was entirely uninterested in the activity when it concerned such boring objects.

‘Virgil, look. Roman’s drawings are all gone,’ Logan announced, pulling the blankie over the sketchpad for the fourth time. Patton felt Virgil’s head roll on his chest lazily to look. ‘And now -’ Logan pulled the blanket back with a little gasp, revealing the book, ‘- there they are, they came back!’

‘Wow, would you look at that!’ Patton gasped, shaking Virgil very gently to try to excite him.

A soft grunt sounded before Virgil buried his pouting face in Minty’s tummy.

Both caregivers sighed.

‘Perhaps this activity is too impersonal to interest him,’ Logan mumbled, looking more than a little disheartened.

It wasn’t a surprise, given how passionate Logan was about educational activities. Despite the logical side’s hesitance with being solely responsible for a regressed Virgil, he had displayed plenty of interest in the boy’s wellbeing. Over the past few weeks wherein he had been subject to Virgil’s regression, Logan had had plenty of input in ways Patton could play with him and similarly teach him things that his regressed self had not known before. Patton, in turn, had convinced Logan that he himself partake in the activities too, and hence Virgil’s comfort around him had been gradually growing.

So seeing how disappointed Logan was by Virgil despondence for this activity, Patton absolutely had to do something to remedy it. He just had a fussy baby to get through first.

‘Oh no!’ Patton cried, knowing that it would be enough to get Virgil’s attention. As expected, the baby looked up from his toy still adorning a frown as he suckled his pacifier. ‘Vee, I’ve lost something very important and I can’t find it!’

Virgil’s grumpy expression melted into a worried one and he looked over to Logan. Then he pointed at the other side and whined at Patton.

A giggle worked its way through Patton’s words as he explained, ‘No, I didn’t lose Logan. I can’t find my happy little baby anywhere!’

Shyness replaced Virgil’s confusion as Minty was pulled up to cover most of his face.

‘Is he…’ Patton hummed in thought for a moment, then fluttered his finger under Virgil’s ear, ‘over here?’

A little squeak was muffled behind Minty as Virgil’s eyes crinkled. But, Patton thought in amusement, he still couldn’t see Virgil’s smile, so technically it didn’t count.

‘No?’ Patton gasped, then moved his finger down to wiggle over the sole of Virgil’s socked foot. ‘Is he under there?’

With a strained giggle, Virgil dropped Minty to push at Patton’s hand quite weakly. His dimples were starting to show.

Biting his lip around a grin, Patton released Virgil’s foot but then started circling his finger around in midair teasingly. ‘Oh, I wonder where my happy little one could be.’

‘Papa!’ Virgil called, giggling around his pacifier.

‘Oh my, I think I heard him!’ Patton’s finger started wriggling and moving towards Virgil’s tummy. ‘Could he be in here?’

He slid his finger under Virgil’s shirt and started squiggling over his tummy. Virgil was immediately squirming in his lap, giggling uncontrollably.

‘There’s my happy baby!’ Patton laughed.

For another couple of moments, the room was filled with the sounds of Virgil’s bright laughter and the soft kicks of his feet against the carpet. Then Logan spoke up:

‘Actually, this poses another suggestion.’

Patton twisted in his place, keeping a firm hold on Virgil who was still calming from his giggles. At some point during the tickle attack, Logan had apparently moved back to the armchair. While he was sitting quite stiffly and avoiding Patton’s eyes, there was a slight twist in his lips that suggested he was holding back a smile.

‘What’s that, Loganberry?’

A half-hearted scoff greeted that nickname, though Logan continued regardless. ‘Playing Where’s the baby? - otherwise referred to as Peekaboo - is a commonly used tactic in teaching object permanence in infants.’

‘Oh, how adorable!’ At once, Patton shuffled both him and Virgil to face Logan on the carpet, supporting Virgil in sitting upright. He was eagerly peering over Virgil’s head at Logan. Patton wouldn’t miss this for the world! ‘Whenever you’re ready.’

Logan bridled in his seat a little. ‘I, um… Well, I anticipated that you would want to do it, Patton.’

‘Oh.’ The slump of Patton’s shoulders was probably more noticeable than he would have liked. Was he asking too much of Logan to play a game like that with their baby? The logical side has always been sensitive to looking less than serious. ‘Of course,’ Patton nodded, regretting that his voice sounded strained.

‘Wait, no. I -’ The words stuttered to a halt as Logan closed his eyes and took a deep, likely steadying breath. When his eyes opened again, he looked down at Virgil with a soft, open expression. ‘Shall we play a game, Vee?’

Pride swelled in Patton’s chest.

The weight on his lap shifted as Virgil turned around to look at him. His expression wasn’t too easily read, but Patton knew he was simply seeking affirmation and so he encouraged him. ‘That’ll be fun, won’t it, baby?’

Seemingly satisfied, Virgil turned back to Logan and made a hum of assent.

It would never be spoken aloud, but Patton was quite sure that both he and Logan acknowledged just how awkward the logical side felt in that moment.

With a quiet clearing of his throat, Logan lifted the baby blanket from the floor and held it up in the air in front of him, concealing his face. After a moment, the fabric dropped to his feet to reveal Logan’s face - adorned with a faint blush.

‘Peekaboo,’ he said in an incredibly unfitting monotone.

A wince fought to crumple Patton’s face, but he battled it fiercely. As was to be expected, Virgil did not react much to Logan’s weak exclamation.

‘That did not have the desired effect,’ Logan grumbled, his cheeks a deep shade of pink now.

‘Aw, come on. Maybe you could try again with a bit more, y’know,’ Patton stalled, shrugging his shoulders with a guilty smile, ‘feeling.’

Logan’s eyes darted between Patton’s face, the blanket on the floor, and Virgil. Then he shook his head rapidly and muttered to his lap, ‘This was a silly suggestion. Forgive me.’

Being overcome by a wave of sympathy, Patton offered, ‘Here, why don’t we switch?’

He gripped Virgil tightly and rose from the floor with his baby in his arms. Virgil only had the chance to whine for half a second (he didn’t respond too well to being picked up a lot of the time) before Patton was easing him into Logan’s lap.

‘Uh, Pat - Patton…’ Logan stuttered, going stiff in his seat.

Ignoring the nervous protest, Patton persisted and situated Virgil further back on Logan’s lap so that the regressor leant against Logan’s chest. ‘There we are, sweetheart.’

It was met with a high-pitched whine and one of Virgil’s hands reaching out to him again as he leant forward to chase his papa.

Logan quickly caught Virgil’s shoulders before the boy swayed too far to one side. ‘Are you certain this is all right?’ he asked quite breathlessly. ‘I haven’t held him before, I don’t -’

‘Logan, don’t worry.’ It was almost amusing how wide Logan’s eyes were. Patton sent both of his boys the most comforting smile he had to offer. ‘I’m sure Mommy Logan is plenty capable of holding a baby in his lap.’

Both sides on the couch spoke simultaneously:

‘“Mommy Logan”?’

‘Mama?’

Virgil’s tiny voice filled Patton with such intense awe, he could hardly breathe past the swell of adoration in his chest.

He just smiled and with each hand offered a supportive touch to the two on the couch - a hair stroke for Virgil and a shoulder squeeze for Logan. He directed his next words at Virgil, knowing Logan wouldn’t be able to argue with his baby-talk. ‘Yes, baby. You’ve got a papa already, haven’t you? So now you’ve got a mama too!’

In a somewhat unexpected change of heart, Virgil’s upset at being away from his papa dissipated and he sank back against Logan’s chest quite happily.

Logan’s arms had fallen forward to secure around Virgil much in the same fashion as a seatbelt.

The decision to be so unapologetic and forward about suggesting “Mommy Logan” had been a risky one on Patton’s behalf, though seeing the gentle smile that softened Logan’s face thwarted any lingering doubts he had harboured about it.

‘I suppose that makes sense,’ Logan murmured, absently stroking his thumb over Virgil's shoulder and gazing down at him as if in a trance. ‘I can be Mama Logan.’

Going by Logan’s expression, Patton was sure he recognised the feeling that lay behind it. Patton knew it well; being entranced by the vulnerability and innocence and sweetness of the person who now relied on you to take care of them. It was the feeling of protectiveness. The paternal instinct. It was love.

He did his best not to tear up at seeing it displayed so openly in Logan’s eyes.

‘Okay, baby, are we ready to play?’ His happy tone was only moderately hindered by his tearfulness.

Virgil bounced a little in Logan’s lap (which earned him a surprised chuckle from the logical side) and nodded, squeezing Minty tighter in his hands.

‘Here we go!’ Patton announced, then leaned forward. He covered Virgil’s eyes with the palms of his hands. The confused squeak from Virgil forced Patton to bite his lip to conceal a giggle. After a couple of seconds, he lowered his hands and with a bright smile. ‘Peekaboo!’

There was certainly more of a reaction in comparison to Logan’s monotonous attempt, though it was not exactly the expected one. Where Patton expected to find an excited glimmer in Virgil’s eyes, he only saw confusion and upset.

Undeterred, Patton simply laughed it off. ‘There you are! And now…’ He covered Virgil’s eyes again, slightly concerned at his small whimper. When he lowered his hands and called, ‘Peekaboo!’ again, Virgil outright pouted at him.

‘What’s the matter, baby?’

‘I think he may have sensory issues with you covering his eyes,’ Logan suggested gently.

Patton observed how Virgil had instantly started rubbing at his eyes once Patton’s hands had pulled away from them. ‘Was it a yucky feeling, Vee?’ he asked.

A little nod and whine from the regressor confirmed the suspicion.

‘Aw, honey, I’m sorry,’ Patton cooed, feeling his heart sink with guilt. He had to remind himself to be careful of Virgil’s sensitivities. It was certainly proving to be a learning curve for the touchy-feely father figure.

Logan seemed to have regained some of his usual confidence and spoke without an ounce of hesitation, ‘I suggest you attempt it with his blanket instead.’

Glad for Logan’s to-the-point problem solving, Patton picked the blankie up. The material was unfathomably soft and always calmed Virgil down after he had been subjected to “yucky” textures, so he was sure it would help with their game.

‘All right, let’s try this again. Ready?’ Patton held the blanket taut and dropped it over Virgil’s head. An even louder whimper this time sounded from underneath it and Patton shared a concerned glance with Logan.

‘Papa!’ Virgil called out in panic. His grip on Minty was tight enough that the soft toy bulged between his fingers.

Patton hurriedly lifted the blanket again, ready to exclaim “peekaboo”, but was heartbroken to see Virgil’s eyes glossed over with tears.

Virgil whined as soon as he seemed to notice Patton. He dropped Minty to Logan’s lap so that he could hold his arms out. ‘Papa,’ he whispered, sounding close to tears.

‘Hey, hey, don’t cry, baby,’ Patton soothed, wrapping Virgil in a quick hug (that just so happened to include Logan, seeing as how he was so close behind Virgil). ‘It’s all right, Papa’s here.’

‘This separation anxiety is far more intense than I initially thought.’ Logan sounded troubled. 

It made Patton’s stomach flip. Would Logan want to test it more? Would he say it was bad for Virgil’s mental health? Would he want to separate Patton and Virgil? A sick feeling surged through Patton and he quickly plastered a big grin on his face, pulling back from Virgil despite his baby’s reluctance to let go.

‘No, no, we can do this,’ he assured. ‘Can’t we baby?’

Virgil didn’t seem to know what Patton was asking him, so he only whined and stretched his arms out further towards Patton.

‘It may help if you speak while he is hidden,’ Logan whispered. ‘That way he will still sense your presence.’ He offered a slightly awkward smile. It was beautiful to Patton.

He picked the blanket back up from where he had dropped it to the couch and, as per Logan’s instruction, repeated the game but this time spoke when Virgil was covered by the blanket.

More whines met his ears, though Patton quickly gasped and said, ‘Uh oh, I can’t see little Vee anywhere!’

To his relief (as well as Logan’s, going by the drop of his tense shoulders), Virgil’s whimpering stopped.

‘Papa?’

‘Where’s the baby?’ Patton sang.

A confused coo came from Virgil. It was such an unmistakably babyish sound that the remains of Patton’s concern were overridden by thoughts of My baby is so frickin’ adorable!

Then he snatched the blanket from Virgil’s head with a wide smile. ‘There he is!’

Virgil blinked slowly a couple of times before twisting around to look up at Logan.

The logical side smiled down at him and nodded. ‘You came back,’ he stated simply.

For a moment Patton was unsure of what would happen next. Virgil’s silence could have meant anything from shyness to fear. It could have been followed up by hysterical giggles or heartbreaking sobs.

Instead, Virgil turned back to Patton and mumbled, ‘Bwankie.’

How on Earth Patton had not yet suffered a heart attack from the sheer amount of adorableness coming from his baby, he had no idea.

‘Shall we play with your blankie again?’ Patton asked.

When Virgil nodded, so much pride and happiness filled Patton that it spilt out of him in a joyful giggle.

‘Oh my gosh, okay!’ He bounced on his toes as he lay the blanket over Virgil’s head again. His baby did go slightly rigid upon being left in darkness, but it was quickly remedied: ‘Where’s my little baby?’

Virgil’s body relaxed back into Logan and he shook Mento in his hands with a squeak. With a strong suspicion that his little boy was excited, Patton pulled the blankie away. ‘There he is!’

And it was true! Virgil was smiling behind his paci and flapped Mento in the air in front of him with a giggle. The anxiousness of the previous few minutes had completely disappeared.

‘Logan, he liked it!’ Patton cried, unable to contain how ecstatic he was.

He was a little surprised to catch Logan staring at him with a distant look and a soft smile etched onto his features. With a little start, Logan seemed to catch himself and nodded stiffly.

‘I am glad,’ Logan said and with the hand that wasn’t keeping Virgil secure, he scratched at his cheek. It only drew attention to how rosy it had become. ‘It might be worth keeping it up. Solely for the educational merits, of course,’ he hastened to add.

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Patton laughed and looked back at his baby. ‘Again?’

Virgil bounced a little in Logan’s lap and his dimples sunk in his cheeks. ‘Gen!’

‘Anything for my little stormcloud.’

Virgil was promptly hidden behind the fluffy material. 

‘Oh dear, where did Virgil go?’

The blanket giggled.

Logan chuckled quietly as Patton winked at him. ‘Where’s my itty bitty baby?’

‘Papa, Papa!’

Patton gasped with an exaggerated surprise, ‘Oh my goodness…’ He swept the blanket off of Virgil's head to be met with a very happy baby with fluffed up hair. ‘There he is!’

The sound that came from Virgil could only have been described as a squeal of delight. His face was glowing with joy and he squished Minty against his face. He tended to do that when he was either shy (which he certainly wasn’t at that moment) or when he was so overwhelmed by emotion that he had to hide and process it for a moment. The fact that he was hiding from intense joy, rather than intense fear as usual, was nothing short of heartwarming to Patton.

‘I love you, honey,’ he whispered and leaned down to press a firm kiss onto the top of Virgil’s head.

‘Um, Patton?’ Logan asked quietly.

With a growing embarrassment, Patton realised he had his hands on Logan’s thighs to steady himself in leaning forward. He quickly retracted his hands. ‘Sorry.’

‘No, no, that wasn’t - you can -’ Logan cut himself off by clearing his throat. His eyes darted up to Patton quite hesitantly before they settled on Virgil. His hold on the regressor visibly tightened. ‘I wondered if perhaps I could try playing again.’

Patton had not, in fact, known true pride until that very moment.

‘Gosh, yes, please, of course,’ Patton rambled, instantly crouching down to be eye-level with Virgil. He had to seize this window of opportunity lest Logan shy away. ‘Let’s move you around, sweetheart.’

With a little help from Logan (and a little blushing as Patton’s hand brushed his), they were able to get Virgil to face Logan whilst in his lap. There was only a slight protest when Virgil reached out to hug Patton but couldn’t because of his position, but it was soon brushed over when Patton sat beside Logan so that Virgil could clearly see him. Perhaps the separation anxiety had not been helped so much by the game, but it was fun nonetheless.

‘We’re gonna play with Mama now,’ Patton announced and smiled when Virgil looked expectantly at Logan.

The logical side faltered a bit, though as Patton nudged him slightly with his shoulder he seemed to come out of it. ‘Are you ready to play, Vee?’

The baby nodded and hugged Minty tightly to his chest.

Logan did as Patton had - covering Virgil over with the blanket and immediately wondering aloud, ‘I appear to have lost Virgil. Wherever could he be?’

To Logan’s credit, the performance was far more expressive than his first attempt. It wasn’t quite as resemblant of a children’s TV presenter as Patton’s coos and gasps were, but it was certainly enough to get Virgil smiling, as was quickly revealed when Logan pulled the blanket back with a joyful, ‘There he is!’

They kept at the game for several more minutes, none of them getting bored of the repetition.

It was quite difficult to be bored by Virgil’s squeaky giggles, Patton found. Especially when they were supplemented by Logan’s soothing voice and a grin brighter than Patton knew the logical side would have ever dared to display in any other situation.

By the last round, Virgil was getting sleepy; his laughter was interrupted by quiet yawns (which sent Patton’s heart racing as he questioned how a human being could so closely resemble a kitten).

‘Last one, Stormcloud,’ Patton chuckled as Logan covered the boy with the blanket once more. ‘Then it’s naptime.’

‘Where’s Virgil?’ Logan called. ‘Where’s the baby?’

Virgil’s giggles were quiet, and it was noticeable how he was swaying a lot more now, being too tired to support himself. It was a good thing that Logan refused to release him from his careful hold.

Patton had shuffled further toward the other two as the game went on and now he was fully leaning up against Logan’s side. When they both looked at each other with bright smiles, Patton actually dared to wonder whether Logan’s cheeks really were just flushed from all the laughter, or if maybe Patton wasn’t alone in feeling a spark where their arms touched.

‘Together?’ Logan suggested.

Patton was sure his smile was completely goofy by this point, but he hardly cared.

‘Three…’

Logan smiled. ‘Two…’

‘One…’ Patton pulled the blanket from Virgil’s head.

‘Peekaboo!’ the caregivers said in unison, their happy, sing-song tones identical.

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[bluebandana]

The LP Show: Act 1- Summary

here’s a basic summary of The LP show livestream plus after show!!!!! my wifi kept cutting out so let me know if there’s anything i left out or need to correct!

main stream

we started with an intro then took a 2 minute break and then he came back!!!

he’s in a little room with a sound machine playing crowd sounds!!!!!

song 1: strip that down

song 2: bedroom floor

he forgot about the crowd sound machine and went back for it

newyorklarry asked a question: “what do you love about america” and he said the food, the venues, and the fans!!!!!!

song 3: live forever

question “who is your celebrity crush” he said tom hardy!!!!

he sang the username watermelonlover to the tune of watermelon sugar and then said he loves that song!!!!!!!

song 4: tell your friends

song 5: home with you

question from imgonnaeggyourhousetomlinson “where are you gonna go first when you travel again” and he said LA!!!!

he named off a bunch of countries that people were watching from but my stream cut out in the middle of it :(

talking about his youtube videos!!!!!

he started pulling up photos to talk about

first is from the strip that down shoot with quavo

second is him and rita ora performing for you

third is a pic of him in an outfit he said he didn’t like and asked for disappointing sound effects dfghjkhgfds

fourth is him performing on a balcony that he said was scary but cool

fifth is a picture of him that he said he did not like

sixth is a picture of him naked???

seventh is him and louis on stage!!!!

eighth is a pic with a dog

ninth is the picture with the koala bear from like 2012!!! and he talked about the article about how he and niall got STIs from the koalas which he said was super funny

tenth is a picture of him at the homeless shelter

eleventh is him in a side by side with a baby pic of him!!

talked about creating the show!!!! and gave us a tour of the room!!!

song 6: for you

song 7: little things 

with the intro “we always have a 1d moment in the show”

song 8: midnight

he stopped the song bc he missed when he was supposed to start and yelled cut before he realized you can’t cut so then he started over

song 9: familiar

he said “thank you for watching!!!” then took us into another room and then he pretended to wait and then came back for an encore!!!!

song 10: polaroid

took a 3 minute break then went backstage for the after show

(i know some of this was on instagram live but i’m not sure how much)

went to a zoom where we talked to some people who were there the whole time and they were super cute but hard to hear :((((((

we said they’re gonna try and do another act soon in possibly other small venues to give them business and said there are gonna be 10-15 shows!!!

question “what’s your favorite song to perform” polaroid 

“have you been cooking a lot?” he said kind of

“favorite Mexican food” fajitas

sang happy birthday to a fan for a second!!

he read someone’s comment about having one of the pictures they showed in their room

talked about the cookie song

“favorite thing about Australia?”  surfing

he got asked about writing songs and said he “writes songs in the car because he likes the moving from the outside world for inspiration”

talked about his quarantine hair!!!!!!!! now he knows people like it because it’s super cute!!!!!

said he talks fast when he gets off stage and doesn’t even realize how worked up he is 🥺🥺

got asked what the weirdest dream he ever had is and he said “being naked in a few weird places which has also happened in real life”

favorite solo song and he said “adore” and then a fan correct him and he realized it’s called adore you and then said he’s an old man :(((

question: “favorite marvel character” thor

favorite 1d song to perform girl almighty (explain the lyrics liam)

asked people to help design merch because he said everyone has such cool ideas!!!!

said youngblood was his fav 5sos song and sang a bit

talked about songwriting a little more

talked about working with the trussel trust!!!! donate if you can!!!!!

talked about trying to go to new places!!! especially the ones that one direction never even went to

“do you love midnight or live forever more” midnight

“do you will still draw?” he says he gets hooked on something for a few weeks and then forgets about it later but he hasn’t drawn in a while 

he sees everyone’s amazing drawings on social media and he saved a drawing to send to louis!!!!!!

“act my age is niall’s 1d song; what is your 1d song???” alive especially if you really listen to the lyrics 🥺🥺

talked about being put in the band 

said right before they were put together he and niall were on the way to the train station

MENTIONED THE ANNIVERSARY

“fav pizza topping” pepperoni

walked around talking to everyone else for a while but it was hard to hear what they were saying over the music

said he’s gonna sing more songs from lp1 and covers and try new things in future shows!!!

talked about liking bacon and pancakes!!!

showed fans that made tshirts for the show!! and a bunch of others who tweeted pics!!!!

said once in a lifetime is one of his favorite 1d songs and he wants to perform it!!!

[crxwleyscorner]

I need a gangsta to love me better

Pair:Gotham!Victor Zsasz x Reader

Type:???like not exactly fluff bc there’s a lot of flirting but also not smut or angst so ????just a lot of flirting

Request:Heyo! I’d like to make a request! I just discovered the amazing world of Gotham and fell way too hard for that bastard Victor Zsasz. So I was thinking a fic where the reader is the newest performer in Oswalds club, and she has quite the similar vibe as Victor. Black on black clothes, a small gun holstered to her thigh etc. Bad bitch energy. And a killer voice. They’ve been eyeing each other for a while, and when she sings Kehlani’s Gangsta with her eyes glued to Victors, he has to make a move.And you could use the number 8. from the prompt list, if it’s okay that this is not for AHS. :) Thank you in advance, if you decide to wrote this! ❤️

Prompt:Please stop eye-fucking each other, i feel sick

Notes:Took me like forever to get this done but here it is!!hope u enjoy it anon!

You had just finished getting ready for the night.You were wearing your best outfit,sleek,black and elegant.Looking your reflection up and down,you smiled-you were dressed to kill.Tonight was your big night,you had to make the best of it.

You’ve been working for the infamous Oswald Cobblepot for 3 weeks now,you were the new entertainer after the old one “mysteriously disappeared”,honestly you knew she probably stuck her nose where she wasn’t supposed to and got taken care of,yet you didn’t feel fear of the same thing happening to you,call it wishful thinking.The reason tonight was different from all other nights were the guests.Oswald had strictly told you to bring your best game tonight and that’s what you intended,some big guns were coming to pay him a visit.

Oswald had a personal driver assigned to you for the night,everything had to be perfect.Making your way out of the car,you wrapped your heavy coat round yourself,the weather did not mix well with what you were wearing.That wasn’t a problem though because just a minute later you were in the warm and nicely lit club.There were a few people here and there but the place was still relatively empty seeing as you were 30 minutes early.You made your way to the bar where your boss was sitting,well not only him but also the man known as Victor Zsasz,the assassin.

“Hello mister Cobblepot” you greeted him in a tune that greatly contrasted the dark energy of the club itself.”Zsasz” you added with a nod as to say hi.

“Ah Y/N just in time!And please i told you to just call me Oswald” he said.

“I was just trying to be nice and professional Oswald” you smiled,sitting down on the stool next to him.Just as you were about to start small talk with your boss,you saw Victor whispering something in his ear.With that Oswald got up and went somewhere without another word,it did strike you as odd but you didn’t question it.After watching your boss walk away,your eyes landed on the man before you.You would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive.His pale skin contrasted beautifully to the sharp,black three-piece suit he was wearing.He smelled strongly of cologne and something sweet,pleasant.

You and Victor weren’t exactly friends but you were pulled in by the mysterious aura he had around him.He interested you,one would think that a man with a job like his would be revolting,yet he wasn’t.He was funny,you’ve heard him crack jokes here and there and that always earned a giggle from you,he also knew how to dress,you’ve never seen him look anything but put together and lastly he was good eye candy.Unbeknownst to you,he felt the same way.

“Do you think there will be any trouble tonight?”you asked,trying to strike a conversation.He turned to face you,trying to look uninterested but he did like the fact that you were at least a bit interested in talking to him.

“I don’t know” Victor answered,grinning right after.”Don’t you worry doll,if there is any i will keep you safe”

Downing the drink you had ordered,you tried to hide the blush that was creeping onto your cheeks,it wasn’t new for someone to compliment you,no,you had that done by both men and women alike,the difference this time was it was someone you actually liked.Had anyone else called you that you would simply brush it off,if not be slightly annoyed but now you weren’t.

“I have no doubt in that,Mr.Zsasz,though I am confident enough that I can take care of myself” with saying that you gestured down to your thigh,your gun resting there nicely.Victor took a long look at your thigh and you felt tension grow that wasn’t there just a few moments earlier.Just as the awkward silence was begging to appear,the day was saved,it was time for you to start your job.You quickly excused yourself and hurried up on stage but you could still feel his eyes on you.Great job Y/N flirting with an assassin,you thought to yourself.Getting on stage you forced yourself to stop overthinking it and just do your job.

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After almost an hour and a half of performing,your break was near.The night so far had gone smoothly,Oswald and his special guests seemed to be enjoying themselves.The thoughts of your conversation earlier with Victor was long forgotten since you were too focused on your work and it seemed he was doing his elsewhere,well at least until now.Just as you were about to start your last song,you saw him make his way towards Oswald’s table.Without a word he sat down next to the men and knowing who he is,they didn’t question it.Clearing your throat,you started the song.

I need a gangsta To love me better Than all the others do To always forgive me Ride or die with me That's just what gangsters do

You sang,your voice at the same time silky smooth but powerful,people around could definitely understand why Oswald picked you.Most everyone’s eyes were glued to you but you were watching somebody else.Victor also noticed your stare and returned with one of his own,with a small smile tugging at his lips.

I'm fucked up, I'm black and blue I'm built for it, all the abuse I got secrets, that nobody, nobody knows I'm good on, that pussy shit I don't want, what I can get I want someone, with secrets That nobody, nobody, nobody knows

You continued,your eyes only leaving him for only a few seconds here and there,as to not look too obvious.Victor was really enjoying the show.Your voice and the way you were looking at him was enough to send shivers down his spine.Oswald had also noticed the something between the two of you but he had stopped himself from commenting about it,though he did roll his eyes once or twice.

I need a gangsta To love me better Than all the others do To always forgive me Ride or die with me That's just what gangsters do My freakness is on the loose And running, all over you Please take me to places, that nobody, nobody knows You got me hooked up on the feeling You got me hanging from the ceiling Got me up so high I'm barely breathing So don't let me, don't let me, don't let me, don't let me go

You were nearing the end of the song,breathing in you hoped that it wasn’t noticeable how flustered you had gotten,the tension from before had come back,one would think with you and him being tables away it wouldn’t be that strong but it was.Tugging a loose strand of hair behind you ear,you sang the finishing part.

I need a gangsta To love me better Than all the others do To always forgive me Ride or die with me That's just what gangsters do

With that you let go of the mic and let a dashing smile paint itself onto your face.Applause was suddenly the only thing heard in the club,clearly you had been good.Silently congratulating yourself you went off stage,quickly making your way to the bar.Your throat was dry,you desperately needed a drink. Victor watched as you sat down on the stool.“Boss,i’ll go check up on Y/N,don’t want any creeps bothering her.” Standing up he walked towards the bar,earning a sarcastic yeah,sure from Oswald,as if he hadn’t seen you two eyeing each other all night.

“Good show” You heard someone say behind you.Without turning around you knew who it was.

“Thank you,glad you enjoyed it,Mr.Zsasz”you said,turning to face the man who just got seated next to you

. “With a girl like you it’s hard not to” he stated,his tone filled with flirtation.“And call me Victor”

You grinned at him “You sure know how to flatter a girl,Victor.” Making yourself more comfortable you leaned on the bar counter now your body fully turned towards him. 

“It’s the least i can do”Vicor answered,his gaze completely glued to you. You usually weren’t so confident and straight forward but something about the way he was looking at you made you sure the attraction wasn’t one sided.“Well Victor,what if i told you-you can do something more?”you asked,now meeting his eyes.

Victor was a little taken aback by your comment,he felt his curiosity growing.“Like what?” he questioned

“Like having a drink with me,i’d like to get to know you better”you answered and without waiting for a response you called for the bartender,ordering a drink.

Victor chuckled at you,he liked the confidence you had.“It’s good that you are as interested in me as i am in you,Y/N”he added.After that he ordered himself a drink too,finally letting himself relax next to you

You couldn’t help but feel a bit heated up and you swore you could see a twinkle in his eye,one of interest towards you.“Then call this a mutually beneficial meeting.”you joked,running a hand through your hair.

Victor laughed.“You like all the attention you get,don’t you?”he suddenly asked

You let out a huff of air,taking a sip of the drink you ordered.“Actually,most of it not,though there was,well is,someone’s tonight that i do like” you answered,making it obvious you were talking about him,a flirty smile plastered on your lips.

Victor grinned,leaning in towards you,with every word the space between the two of you was becoming smaller and smaller and you couldn’t help but become excited.”You sure know how to make a man enjoy himself.”he stated,playing with the glass in his hand.

“You don’t know the half of it.”You winked at him,which caused both of you to laugh.

“Please stop eye-fucking each other i feel sick,just get a room!” Both of you jumped at the unexpected voice,Victor was so focused on you that he didn’t notice his boss coming behind the two of you,it wasn’t often that that happened.

You looked at Oswald,wide eyed.”Excuse me?”you asked,one eyebrow raised

Oswald groaned and rolled his eyes,visibly annoyed.”I said just get a room already,the guests are gone and i’m letting both of you off for the night as it seems neither one can do their job with the never ending flirting”he added,waving his arms up in frustration.Your face became as red as a tomato,embarrassed at the bluntness of your boss

Victor on the other hand just looked at you,a small smirk on his face.”Well Y/N if boss says so,shall we?”He got up and reached a hand towards you.You looked at his hand for a few seconds,unsure of if you should take it.At the end you decided to do so.Getting up you linked your arm around his.

Just before the two of you left,you couldn’t help yourself,closing your eyes you placed a small kiss onto his lips,wanting to make sure that was what you both wanted.Victor didn’t answer but just pulled you into a deeper one,wrapping one arm around your waist.

”I think it’s best we get going.”You said when you two broke apart,it was going to be a fun night.

[wastelandcth]

love somebody - cth

this is based on three anon requests I got in the past week so I hope you guys enjoy! used this video and this song as inspo! 

anon: could i request an angsty fic with cal? i’ve been watching that live performance of ghost of you where he’s in that gucci shirt and supposedly crying during the song, maybe before the show he and his gf get into a fight over facetime cuz she’s back home in LA and he says smth he doesn’t mean & he tries to take it back but she hangs up so during the song he gets emotional thinking they’re gonna breakup but after the concert he checks his phone and sees an i love you text and they’re gonna be okay

anon: i loooooved your angst piece !!! could you write another one omg it tore my heartstrings but have a happy ending bc i can’t take that much heartbreak maybe another fight a breakdown whatever idk i just loved ur piece

anon: Okay yay!🥰 I'd really love if you could do love somebody-lauv with calum(obviously, we're all hoes) 🥰 if it can be like he's the one hurting her, even better lmao

Calum's hand were shaking when he walked onto the stage. He wasn't nervous about the show, the large crowds didn't bother him anymore. He hadn't been nervous for a show in years, no, his hands were shaking because he didn't know what he would be walking off stage too. He didn't know if she'd still be there after the show. His mind was busy running over endless scenarios as the show started, the only reminder that he was on stage as he went on autopilot was the vibrations of the drums on his feet. Even during his speech before he sang Amnesia, his mind felt like it was miles away in Los Angeles with her. 

It had been a stupid fight, something that had just snapped and before he knew it, he was spewing meaningless insults at her. She wanted more from him and he knew he was capable of giving her everything she wanted and more. Hell, Calum would give her the moon if it was possible. But he always did this, he pushed people away whenever they got to close to him. So he snapped, he reminded her that she was the one who had hesitated with their relationship in the first place, that she was the one to blame for the distance that was currently between them. By the time he realized the words that had left him, she had already hung up their facetime call. He tried calling her back, but before she could answer, which Calum hoped she would've, he was being dragged towards the stage to start the show. 

Calum had met her after one of their Friends of Friends shows. She had been hanging out by the bar talking to one of her friends which had finished performing a while ago, both of them laughing and chatting over the loud music playing around them. She had introduced herself and had complimented his leather jacket, giving him props for being able to wear it inside the stuffy club and still look so good. If Calum hadn't been so busy the rest of the night, hosting and playing the band, he might've caught the way she kept stealing glances at him throughout the show. And if she hadn't been so busy nursing the strong drink her friend had gotten her, she would've realized that Calum had been searching for her in the crowd until the club was empty and he was walking out onto the empty streets. He didn't expect himself to end up at the food truck a few blocks away, but it was funny how fate worked because the second he saw her standing in line their eyes met. They exchanged numbers that night and a few weeks later Calum stood at her doorstep, asking her to take the next step and be something more than just friends.

She had been hesitant, telling him that it was something she would have to think about. She had her heart broken many times before and she wasn't sure getting into a relationship with Calum was something she could handle. He had respected her decision, telling her to take her time to think about them and that if she just wanted to be friends, Calum was more than happy to oblige. A few days later, she had shown up at his doorstep in the middle of the night, his hair was messy from sleep and his tired eyes widened as she pulled him into a kiss under the moon. Calum swore it was the best kiss he'd ever had, it made him feel like he was on cloud nine, and every time they kissed afterward, he still felt the same. 

Standing on stage in front of thousands of people had always been something that brought Calum joy, it was the dream and he was living it out every night. But tonight was different, tonight Calum looked out onto the crowd and he couldn't help the heaviness in his heart. He missed her and he had a feeling that he had ruined a good thing over nothing. Maybe it was too good to be true, maybe the fact that he was finally happy and in love with someone was too good for the universe to believe in so he had to open his big mouth and ruin it. He was going to get home from tour next week and be met with an empty house and he'd sleep in an empty bed. 

Panic set into his heart as he thought about her leaving. His hands started to shake again, his mind no longer on autopilot as he heard Luke talking about Ghost of You. His mind was suddenly aware of all the people watching him. He stepped closer to the mic as his solo neared. He'd never had a hard time connected with the songs they sang every night. He'd helped write them, so it wasn't hard for him to relate to them. But tonight, Calum's throat felt tight as he sang out the words. He was on stage living his dream and all he wanted to know was if she was at home with tears running down her cheeks as she packed a bag to leave him. It was hard for him or anyone else to ignore the tears that ran down his cheeks as he sang or how his voice cracked when he sang out his feelings on stage 'too dumb to know things like love'. Even as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, listening to Luke play the final notes on the piano, Calum couldn't help but let out a shaky breath and step off the stage to take a quick breather. He was grateful that the guys didn't mention him stepping off, even more, grateful when they stalled the crowd so he could control his tears. 

The rest of the concert was a blur to him, his body-switching back onto autopilot and before he knew it, he was playing along to the last song of the night. He was anxious to get off of the stage, to run back to the dressing room and check his phone, to try and stop whatever doomed relationship he'd caused. So as the lights turned out on stage, he ran off the second the tech had his bass in his hands. Sweat was running down his body as he entered the room, his eyes landing on his Duke phone case, he wasn't sure if he was even prepared to open his phone, to start a conversation he wasn't sure he could have over the phone. He also didn't know if he was prepared to see her face with tears running down her cheeks. But he also couldn't wait to talk to her, to apologize for being an idiot and pushing her away. Calum picked up the phone and chills ran down his body. Her name had popped up, a missed call, and a few text messages from her. With a shaky finger, Calum unlocked his phone and clicked on the message, a small laugh leaving his body as his nerves left him. It was a simple message, but it flooded him with relief and Calum didn't realize his body was so tense until he leaned against the counter and rubbed his face. I love you. All he wanted was to love her, to cherish her, and make her the happiest she could be. It's all she ever made Calum feel and he wanted to do everything to make her feel the same. Rereading the text message from her, Calum took a deep breath and clicked her number, waiting for her to answer so he could say the words he had been thinking on stage all night. 

"I hurt you and I'm sorry. But all I want is to love you." 

[404fmdtaejin]

famed idol life / career meme

notes: once again, a big mega post because i didn’t want to flood dash with answers. thanks to everyone that sent in!! 

1. what is your favorite single you’ve released?

“solo wise? i’ve only released one solo portal song, which was a self-written song called that’s okay. well, bc forced that one on me when they took pages from my diary — still, my only one solo release, and that’s the favorite since i’m left with no other option. in regards to group? everyone knows, amigo or not — my favorite will always be view. something special about that time, i tell you.”

2. what are your favorite b-sides/non-title tracks you’ve released?

“since i haven’t released any songs by myself other than the one mentioned before, i’d have to go through decipher’s discography. lovesick, odd eye, prism, honesty, stranger, better off — there’s a lot to sift through in the past few years. unfortunately, there’s a point where my interest had started weaning off idol-dom, and you can observe that when i stopped paying attention and interest into what decipher did conceptually after 2016. at least the enjoyment was fun while it lasted.”

3. what is your least favorite song (title track or b-side) you’ve released?

”that’s an easy one. you take any b-side we’ve released in the past few years, and that probably makes the list. the comeback with the b-side shot was awful. that’s probably the worst, in my head. never was a fan of that comeback, now that i think of it — i call it the dark blip of decipher’s early career. perhaps it’s just ambivalence at this point that i have no real strong feelings towards bsides nowadays.”

4. if you could do a duet with anyone in the industry, who would you choose? what do you think of your/your group’s concept?

“i’d want to do a duet with duri — we’ll have a tale of the oldies. the two 1990 liners inside bc’s walls doing a ballad song. though, duri would have to take the high notes on that one seeing as how he’s a power vocalist. there’s rarely times where i’m able to keep in touch or have people around my age, and for that — i’m always grateful when i come across that. we’d manage something interesting given the same age, and the ballad concept.”

5. what do you think of your/your group’s concept?

“decipher doesn’t really stick to a concept, and i suppose our concept has always been to branch into new avenues. there’s good things and bad things about it, obviously. we’re given new things to try, new stylings, and what not. however, we’re also subjected to that risk in case it doesn’t turn out how bc envisioned. to put it short — it’s either a hit or miss.”

6. what is one thing (a concept, a genre, an outfit, etc.) you would least like your company make you do?

“decipher’s novelty in the industry is that we’ve been here so long that we’ve managed a lot of different concepts. from the house pop to retro vibes, even spring ballads in soft tunes — we’ve done it all. the least? i’d say another electronic heavy music where we’re dancing like madmen. i wouldn’t mind a powerful choreography to show i can still ‘hang’, but to the sounds of techno-ish music? i don’t think so. at least, not with my age.”

7. what one thing (concepts, genres, styling, frequency of comebacks, etc.) would you like to change about your current career as an idol?

“i don’t want to comeback so frequently — it seems we’re coming back more frequently than other rookies. it would be nicer to stay back and relax while we let the hoobaes have their time to shine. genres and concepts aren’t really on the top of my list to complain about, though i would enjoy an old throw-back to decipher’s glory days where we’re given something newer. perhaps, that’d be enough to rejuvenate my attitude towards the industry.”

8. if you could be in any idol group, which one would you choose?

“with my age, i don’t think i’d fit any group. perhaps, i could assimilate myself to knight, but the bad boy niche doesn’t really match mine. say, i was a few years younger — then, you’d have me inside charm. i think i’d do a pretty good left and right if you ask me.”

9. if you could say one thing to your ceo, what would it be?

“i respect the business model you form. however, i’m still trying to understand it when applied to me. thirteen years, and i have yet to sit down and have a conversation with you. it’d be nice to have one someday.”

10. if you were auditioning for your company today, what would you perform for your audition, or what would you change from your original audition?

“my audition was so long ago. fourteen, fifteen years now, and that’s nearly half of my life. i wish i could remember parts — but there’s only the snippet of a ballad i sang, probably kim bum soo. all alongside some awkward dancing that bc shaped me up for. i’d probably pick a sung sikyung song instead.”

11. if you could do any special stage, what would it be and who would it be with?

”call it a weird match, but i’d have a set with duri, andy, joohwan, my maknae and jiah. well, those would be the people i’d know well enough to collaborate with, though the outcome might not be as promising as i initially thought. case closed, never make me do a special stage.”

12. what career opportunities would you like to pursue that you’ve yet to, or what achievements would you like to obtain that you’ve yet to?

“maybe a bit of variety? i’m completely happy where i am with acting, though it’d be better if decipher’s comebacks were rarer. however, i’m taking what i can get and variety might be a chance to show the side that doesn’t get shown when i’m playing a role on tv. i’ve heard from some people that i can be funny at times.”

13. if you could become a model or ambassador for any brand, what would you choose?

“as much as i like high fashion, i haven’t done any modeling in regards to brand deals with high fashion. a luxury brand would be nice — i hear prada has changed with the entrance of raf simons. i’ve been into the streetwear look lately after itaewon class, so that would be a current go-to. otherwise, i think i’m happy promoting good feel and credit cards.”

14. if you could be on any variety show, which one (or which type of one) would you want to be on?

“i live alone would be my first pick. only because i’ve decorated my house nicely recently, and haven’t had a chance to show it off to many people as i’m not home as often these days. however, that’d require an off day and i don’t have many of those lately. i think people would be shocked to see what i do when i’m around my house, lounging and rarely moving around.”

15. if you were offered the chance to become a ceo of an entertainment company, new or existing, would you take it? why or why not?

“as much as i’m leader of decipher, i don’t think i could handle leading a company. i wouldn’t want to become a ceo. it distracts from my own schedule, and i’d be too focused on my company rather than the hobbies and interests that appeal to me. sure, i’d make more money — but what’s more money on top of the money i already have? it’s counterproductive and i’d rather do what i like doing.”

16. what changes would you implement if you were the ceo of your company?

“each company runs on a specific pattern of events, and there’s a reason for that. a reason why routine shapes each group, so i wouldn’t necessarily change much. my trainee year was difficult, but it also fostered friendships within the group that i consider irreplaceable. the only change i can think of? maybe getting to know my artists rather than staying far off.”

17. what do you do to relieve the stress of idol life?

“i work out. i run a lot, and go to the gym as cliche as it sounds. but each role requires me to be in top shape, and after all that i’ve found a love for working out each morning. other than that, i like to shop and cook, even walk my dog. normal things any other person does on their day off. by the end of the day? finishing it off with a cold beer becomes my saving peace.”

18. what tips would you give to a trainee about to debut?

”push through it because it’s only a matter of time till debut happens. the trainee years are taken for granted, and you need to learn to treasure those moments. once debut happens, there’s no looking back and you’re constantly on the move — so, you’re better off enjoying now. also, don’t be afraid to approach sunbaes. we’re all in the same boat, been there and done that, so let us help where we can.”

19. what was the hardest part of being a trainee?

“singing while running around the room? i remember running too many laps, out of breath belting a high note. looking back, it was probably the time i thought i was going to end my trainee career right there and run to my parents. other than that? learning to live with others? i’ve lived a blessed life, and i’ve never had to share a room with anyone. that felt like a culture shock.”

20. did you enjoy the lifestyle of a trainee or of a debuted idol more?

“call me weird, but i’d say the trainee life. there was something special about those days, and now i’m so many years in my career and i miss the days crammed in the dorms. i don’t think there’s anything like it. the structure of it, the tears of joy and sadness all into one — every emotion all there. it’s rare moments like those i’ll never get back.”

21. what one song or album by another group or soloist would you have liked to release yourself?

“i’ve heard a lot of songs, but i heard a song recently by a charm member. one of the solo projects of dai, and his song let’s love was something that made me want to release music as well. maybe, it’s just inspiration just at that moment, but the song was something i enjoyed listening to. knight’s tempo was also something that i wish decipher was given, just because there’s a certain spark when it comes to the song.”

22. describe your dream sub-unit (members and concept).

“my dream sub-unit? does that relate to in-group or out of group? for the sake of this question, i’ll keep it in-group to simplify things. i’d like to keep our main vocal, myself and our lead rapper only because the maknae already has his thing in champion — though conceptually, i’m not sure what we’d be able to do. something non-dance related, i’d hope. perhaps, a power house vocal because i know our lead rapper can belt a few notes better than most main vocals of other groups.”

23. out of the following six options, would you rather be allowed to play a major hand in the lyrics, production, choreography, styling, music videos, or concepts you release?

“no lyrics, production or choreography. i’ve never been talented in that market, and maybe that’s why i don’t take part in any of these things. instead, i’d keep to the styling, and music videos — though, i don’t have an artistic eye. perhaps, i’d keep to styling as it lies most with my interests. my members might get bored of wearing the same dress shirts and slacks for each comeback.”

24. which of the two other companies (out of bc, dimensions, and gold star) you are not currently signed under would you rather be an artist in?

“none of the other two. i’ve said it time and time again that i’m loyal to bc — i might complain about it, sure. but in hindsight, i don’t see myself being in any other music company. now, if you had asked me in terms of acting? then, we’d have a different story between namoo, artist and vast.”

25. what is your least favorite part of being an idol?

“there’s no breaks, not for age. there’s little opportunity to cease the past, and continue on a new future. instead, i’m always tethered to the role of an idol, and despite how much i try — they still reel me back in each time for another comeback. on top of that, some songs don’t age well with time — decipher has a few of those. yet, because they’re fan favorites, i have no choice but to dance and sing along as if it’s 2009 again.”

26. what is your favorite part of being an idol?

“ironic, but there’s a lot of opportunities to try new things. i wouldn’t have thought of cf modeling or acting, if it weren’t for the opportunities presented to me. as a result, i’ve found a new enjoyment in an acting career due to the idol life. plus, along the way i meet different people to give me new insight — suppose it keeps me young again.”

27. would you rather be incredibly famous with a terrible reputation and hated by most or be fairly unknown with a good reputation and adored by those who know of you? why?

“i don’t know how to answer this one because being incredibly famous with a terrible reputation is just a cheapened output of your career you’ve built thus far. that would simply become a life unenjoyable, so by default i suppose i’d rather have the latter. fairy unknown with a good reputation because that way, you have a basis to build yourself up.”

28. what moment in your career are you proudest of so far?

“i’d either attribute it to parasite, which did win a lot of accolades not only in the country but out or i’d give it to the recent baeksang nomination for the dramas i was in. i don’t think i’d ever predict the success of stories i had a pleasure of working on. in retrospect, it was nice that so many people were able to relate and get along with the characters i was given the honor of portraying.”

29. what have you learned about yourself and/or society since becoming a celebrity?

“i’m no longer an extrovert. in fact, i’m more of an introvert. i used to think i was an extrovert, and one time i was when i was busy running around getting assimilated to those new faces. however, over the years, my circle’s only run short and i’ve been given little things here and there that make me want to preserve my small circle of people i’ve gotten to know along the way. i don’t like going out and partying, and much rather have a night in with dubu in peace.”

30. what would you like to change about how society views or treats idols?

“it’d be nice to be given more freedom — but isn’t that what everyone wants? i’m talking about stepping into something without facing backlash, or how we’re seen as approachable because we’re public figures. it’d be nice to sit down and have a meal without the thought of dispatch finding who i’m with, or scrutinizing any of my friendships. there should be some level of normalcy given, and i think that’s the least anyone could ask for.”