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neocrush · 3 years

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— the girl groups enhypen’s gfs are in !

genre: fluff (angst on jungwon’s part) + established relationship (eventually lol)

pairings: idol!enhypen x fem!idol!reader

note: idk how to title this pls i thought of it while showering

tagging: @jeminiepabo @strwberrydinosaur

you just finished performing and your members were in need of water bottles

but fucking mnet didn’t provide any inside of your dressing room??

so yves told you to ask for some from the artist in the dressing room next to yours

you knocked on the door without looking at the sign that showed who was in there

you asked for some water bottles and heeseung went “i’ll go get it!” and ran off to go get get them

jungwon just chuckled and went “hyung��s a really huge fan of your group, he kept on singing star on the way here”

you nodded at the younger one, impressed at the fact that you were popular among idols

the tall boy came back with a whole box full of water bottles

“there’s 12 of you here right now so i figured why not get a whole box” he chuckled nervously

you giggled and smiled at the nervous boy

“thank you heeseung-ssi, i’ll take this to my members” you took the box in your hands but was taken aback on how heavy it was

“don’t worry i’ll carry it for you”

long after that you started hanging out and boom you became his gf

you couldn’t resist the charms of lee heeseung

once it was revealed that you were a couple, orbits and engenes went INSANE (in a good way ofc)

“wait so y/n DOESNT hate men????”

★ jay - aespa

OMG OMG LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS BBY

you both met at school after you both debuted

everyone was gossiping around about how you were in the same class with the enhas

so like... monster rookies class

usually idols aren’t seated together but the teacher seated you and jay next to each other

causing a bunch of “oooohhhs” from your classmates

there were times were you and the enhas would leave school early due to practice or schedules

and on the way to the school gate, jay would always spark up a conversation with you

you assumed he was just very friendly

long story short he had a massive crush on you

so a few months into your friendship (which the both of you were very open about with your fans), he confesses

you were like “WAIT SO IT WASNT ONE SIDED THE WHOLE TIME”

y’all were just really blind lol pls read between the lines

anyways on to ur lovely bf !!

he’s so bold and brave around you but so shy around your members and seniors

we all know how he really respects nct (along with other sm artists) bc he covered the 7th sense with sunghoon on iland

so one day you were like “oh btw i showed taeyong sunbae you and hoon’s t7s cover”

he was like 😟 to 😧 to 😯

got all shy and was like “oh what did he say..”

you don’t know why he was acting as if he didn’t body that whole performance ????

anyway you told him that taeyong said that he and hoon did really well and that he liked how jay did his part

hid his face on the crook of your neck

“baby we should come say hi to them next time you go to sm”

“NO i will make a fool out of myself”

speaks english and japanese with giselle a lot when he isn’t occupied with you

sometimes you’d even have to ask nct’s shotaro to translate

your seniors (especially exo’s kai) adore him so so much pls protect the boy at all costs

★ jake - everglow

he was an active viewer of produce 48 and (like me) was really attached to the yuehua trainees

especially you

so when you got eliminated just before the last episode, he was devastated to say the least

he awaited your debut and when the time came he supported everglow !!!!

LOVED BON BON CHOCOLAT SO MUCH

does the killing part choreo in his room when no one’s watching lol

dies everytime you do the little “everglow” in songs

right so when he debuted in enha, he looked forward to meeting you as an idol and not a fan

when you shared a dressing room at kcontact, he couldn’t help but introduce himself to you

he mentioned he was a big fan and your heart warmed

cute boy is a fan of you? omg heart go brr brr

your members tease you and you just shake it off

that day when you got back to the dorms, you watched a bunch of enhypen videos bc you were interested in jake

you weren’t aware of how popular you were among people - let alone idols so you were surprised

you fell in love with his personality and started saying hi to him whenever you meet backstage at music shows

not long after, you develop feelings for him

you thought it was just a puppy crush but as you saw him even more, it got serious

you never actually confessed but aisha accidentally spilled the beans when he was passing by

“cmon y/n just tell him you like him because he clearly feels the same !!”

“you like me?”

“AISHA”

“that’s my queue to leave”

so she leaves you two to pour your hearts out to each other

you two become a couple and forevergenes (such a cute name omg) LOVE you two

you’re both the puppies of your group so that makes your relationship 103892x cuter

you met his parents and they adore you and even asked for your autograph

“jake used to talk about how great you are after every produce 48 episode”

“okayyyy i think that’s enough embarassing me mom”

his parents love you like their own daughter but does layla love you?

you were so nervous to meet her and was actually scared she might not like you - knowing how important layla is to jake

at first layla ignored you and jake was like “she’ll come around”

you were convinced she just doesn’t like you, until this one time you were cuddling with jake on the couch and layla comes in

you expected her to snuggle up with jake but she came to you :D

now layla is super fond of you and mrs sim would even send you pictures and videos of layla getting excited whenever you were on tv 🥺

★ sunghoon - itzy

you and the girls were at isac

the six of you were just waving at your fans and making heart signs with your hearts

on your left you saw yeji making hearts with ryujin so you wanted to do that with another member too

you felt a presence next to you and assumed it was someone from your group

spoiler alert: it wasn’t

sunghoon and sunoo were waving at engenes who just happened to be seated next to midzys

so you turned to who you thought was an itzy member, making half a heart with your hand

until you realized it wasn’t 💀

you bowed and apologized when you both looked at each other, you were scared you crossed a boundary

you bowed and apologized to the engenes who were there too

sunghoon and sunoo reassured you it was all good

after that, sunghoon couldn’t help but keep his eyes on you the entire event

when the day was coming to an end, he pulled some strings and ended up having some alone time with you ...in stray kids’ dressing room

don’t ask

ofc skz already left so it was just you two there

fast forward, you both hit it off and he became your bf <3

midzys and engenes love you both sm and love bragging about you two to other fandoms

you two were even named the king and queen of 4th gen kpop

oh also

you already know where this is going

“SUNGHOON HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW NOT SHY’S PROPER TITLE IT’S YOUR GIRLFRIEND’S SONG” - jay

brags about how he can do the shoulder dance in wannabe

ofc it’s bc you personally taught him

sends you pics of jyp as reaction pics

so you send pics of bang pdnim to him

every once in a while he reminds you of that video of jay why pee trying to hit a high note

“lmao that’s your boss”

PLS you always get super embarrassed so ofc you bring up that vid of hitman bang

“rAp dAncE-“

★ sunoo - stayc

you were his seatmate at school predebut

you came from the same town, same school, same neighborhood, etc

the two of you were extremely close and both shared the same dream

when highup entertainment accepted you, the both of you were over the moon

he was so happy for you

but sad too bc that meant you had to move to seoul :(

you promised him to do your best and that you hoped to see him again but as an idol

and hopefully when he’s an idol too

well what you hoped for came true !!

although you couldn’t see him much as a trainee - which made you quite sad - you got to follow his journey on i-land

you even asked your fellow trainees to vote for him

anyways now that you both debuted, you became close again and became really open with your fans on how close you were

you recommended his songs to swiths and he did the same to engenes

he even memorized the choreo to so bad and asap and lemme tell you this

he BEGGED you to teach him those choreos

“sunoo you can watch the practice on youtube”

“but i want to learn it from you”

he never really realized his feelings until he saw you getting shipped with his other members

you were both on weekly idol and the hosts really seemed to like how you and jake looked next to each other and they just teased you both the whole episode

that made sunoo feel uneasy and he thought it was only bc he was an overprotective best friend

turns out he had feelings for you (wow shocker)

so one day he asks you to come to hybe

after slightly getting lost, you meet up with him in a practice room

he confesses bc he felt like not telling you about his feelings would put a wall between you two

you appreciate his honesty and tell him you’ve felt the same way every since you were classmates

he scolds himself for not seeing it all those years but you just laugh it off bc you were pretty good at hiding your crush

you both agree to secretly date, until you both announce it on your five month anniversary

fans were really shocked at first... but they support you !!!!

engenes will not hesitate to come at anyone who talks bad about you and swiths feels the same way about jungwon

he gushes about you every single time you’re brought up

and you can’t help but love your adorable boyfriend

★ jungwon - iz*one

okay so

he was just an average high schooler when you were introduced on produce 48

his deskmate was watching your audition video and it was the part where you were doing this freestyle

he was SO amazed and he secretly followed your journey on produce 48

always made sure to vote on time and watch the episodes live

once the debut evaluation came around, he asked everyone he knew to vote for you and even bought tickets to see the show live

almost cried when he saw that you were center

ACTUALLY CRIED when you got into the top 13 😭

fast forward to him debuting in enha

he wasn’t able to catch up on you since he was busy with trainee life, then i-land, then debut preparations

but somehow in the middle of promotions he ran into you and BOOM love at first sight

fast forward to you finally dating, he couldn’t believe he was dating the y/n of iz*one

wizones make those “ladies and gentlemen, y/n’s man” edits and engenes make those “ladies and gentlemen, jungwon’s woman” edits

both fandoms love you two so dearly that the only hate you two got were from the delusional ones (who clearly aren’t actual fans)

when your last concert came around, he couldn’t bare seeing you cry when you said “this has been iz*one’s y/n, thank you everyone!”

he got flashbacks from when you cried during the final episode of produce 48 and he’s just.. sobbing bc he couldn’t be there to hold you

so the next day he rushed to your dorms with snacks and emotional support bc you were emotionally exhausted from accepting the fact that your journey with iz*one is finally ending

you felt extremely lucky to be in his arms and he felt extremely lucky too that he’s able to make you feel a little better

★ riki - weeekly

you were both on weekly weeekly idol together

and both you and riki being main dancers, you were asked to do random dance together

a few popular songs played and the both of you did the choreos

until after school started playing and the boy did the chorus’ choreo and you were like “woah???”

bc he was so INTO ITTTT

the song was basically made for him to cover it

and the mcs saw your reaction so they asked him to do it once again but this time with the whole group

after filming, he came up to you and was like “i’m a huge fan of yours” and you’re just like ):&/£]>\**_£]

“woah really???? i rooted for you on i-land”

and his face just lights up bc his huge crush on you developed even more

you became besties since then but he didn’t ask you out until your birthday

he took you out to a puppy café, knowing you were obsessed with dogs

you’d ask him to show you pictures and videos of bisco

“i better meet bisco once we go to japan together”

melted at the thought of traveling to his hometown with you

anyways

once you left the café, he kissed you in front of your dorms

and somehow he became your boyfriend <3

riki as a bf isn’t really a very public person

he’s the “this is our relationship, not the public’s” type of person

he doesn’t wanna risk companies wanting to exploit your relationship

although he doesn’t talk about you two much, he loves to brag about you when given the chance

whenever variety show hosts would fawn over you he’d just look them in the eyes dead and go “she’s mine”

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hirayaaraw · 2 years

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Unbreakable Ties 3 - Everything and Nothing

Idol!Jaehyun x OC

Genre: Childhood friends to lovers; angst; fluff

Summary: In which Jaehyun is searching for his best friend who went missing in action 10 years ago. When she finally appears, Jaehyun not only found his lost best friend but also his son

Note: Anyone who wants to be tag in every update please let me know so I can you on the tag list. Thank you for reading this story. I hope you are enjoying this. ❤️

Tags: @26zcl @ahtisa02

Changes.

Eunhye were so excited when they started middle school. New school, new bag, and new shoes. Not a kid anymore but barely a full pledged teenager. Everything has changed except the fact that Jaehyun is still her partner in crime.

Jaehyun will always wait for her in front of her house so that they can walk together to school. In the afternoon, Eunhye will wait for him while watching his soccer training. Nothing has change except the fact that Jaehyun is becoming annoying to her eyes.

The way he smiles at everyone, waves to anyone who greets him, and fixes his hair in a way that makes the most of female population giggle. When the school year started, not a lot of people come to the soccer field to watch their practice. However, his popularity slowly increases as day passes by. It’s because of his good looks and great manners according to the people who are gushing over him.

Eunhye is sitting at the bench near an acacia tree while watching Jaehyun’s soccer practice. The sun’s rays fully stretched across the sky. His growing group of admirers are also sitting near her. Much to her dismay because she can hear all their gushing over him on how he can freaking kick the ball with much strength and precision or how his hair falls perfectly as if he is directing a commercial for a dandruff shampoo.

She rolled her eyes when Jaehyun jogs towards her when his coach called it a day. He approached her with a smile while returning the smile to those waving at him. Eunhye scoffed once Jaehyun is standing in front her. His face is flushed red with sweats on his forehead. He stretched his hand to her. She handed him the water bottle and towel to him.

His admirers start to murmur while looking at her as if she can’t hear what they are saying.

“Why are you frowning?”

“Why are you smiling?”

Eunhye rolled her eyes that made Jaehyun smiled even more. His dimples is showing deeply. He stroke her hair while lowering his face to hers.

“What did I do to annoy you?”

“Your mere existence annoys me.” She said with her right eyebrows rising. Jaehyun just laughed at her. Eunhye sighed. “Do you enjoy this?”

“What?”

“Making people love you?” She said bluntly making Jaehyun were froze in his spot. He stared at her as if she turned into the most ridiculous creature man could imagine.

“You love me?”

“Huh?”

They both stared at each other. Silent ensued between them as if the world stop. Murmurs from his admirers, rowdy players, and vehicles became mute.

“Jung Jaehyun.” Eunhye stood up from the bench making Jaehyun step backwards. She smirked at him before grabbing both of his cheeks. His eyes widened from her action. He can feel his blood rush towards his cheeks and ears.

She slowly moves his head towards the people who were swept off their feet by his charms. “You bewitched them, Troy Bolton wannabe.”

Jaehyun removed her hands on his cheeks before coughing. She crossed her arm in front of her chest while staring at her.

“That’s what happen if you don’t frown a lot.” Jaehyun straightened the frown on her brows. “You will not have a scary aura and people will like you.”

“I don’t need people to like me.” Eunhye picked up her bag to give it to him before she started walking away from the bench.

Jaehyun jogged to catch up on her with a mischievous smile.

“Why? Because I am enough.”

“You like me?”

“Of course!” Jaehyun said with conviction. He even raised his right arm that has his water bottle. Now it’s her turn to get a crimson red strain on cheeks. “Why wouldn’t I like you? You’re my best friend.”

“Since when? I didn’t know that.”

Jaehyun laughed while putting his arm around her as they walk towards the gate.

“We celebrated our birthdays together since we are 8.”

“That’s because I have no choice. We are born a day apart.” Eunhye was born on 13 February while Jaehyun was born 14 February. Since they became stuck on the hip of each other, they’ve been celebrating it on the night of 13 until midnight.

“I am your only friend that gives me the position as your bestfriend automatically.”

“Still a no.” Eunhye removed his arm around her. “You stink, Jaehyun.”

“I even bought your first sanitary pad when you got your period last year and you don’t think I am not your best friend?” Jaehyun said with wide eyes before running when he saw Eunhye removing her shoes to throw at her.

“JUNG JAEHYUN, DO YOU NEED TO SAY IT OUT LOUD!”

Eunhye laughed as she watched him runaway from her. She remembers how worried he was when she didn’t come out for lunch that day. He knew that she was feeling unwell and complaining back ache in the morning. Jaehyun waited at her in the cafeteria but 30 minutes passed, no sign of Eunhye. He asked her classmates and told him that she went to the loo when the lung bell rings but never saw her again.

He braved the girls restroom because of the images of Eunhye fainting in the restroom in his head. When he recognized her soft cries, Jaehyun knocks frantically in her surprise.

“What are you doing here?”

“Eun, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I got my period.” Without any questions, Jaehyun told her stay put before he ran out to ask for a sanitary pad from the clinic. He gave slid it under the cubicle door then waited for her outside.

“Thank you.” Eunhye whispered shyly when she met him outside. “How did—“

“My mom always ask my dad to buy her pads when we go to grocery.” She nodded as they walk away from the restroom. Jaehyun stopped for a while without her noticing.

“Eunhye!” She looked back at him confused on why he stopped. Jaehyun removed his jacket then walks towards her to the wrapped it around her waist to cover her back.

“Jae, thank you.” Eunhye said while looking at her shoes.

“That’s what are friends are for, right?” Jaehyun comforted her with a smile then stroked her hair.

Jaehyun is right. She is her best friend even if she rejects the idea. The only one who will run towards her anytime with a comforting smile or rescue her from the deepest shit she is facing.

——

The cold autumn breeze caress her face gently as she slowly pours a soju on the shot glass. Eunhye went to Daegu immediately after arriving at Incheon Airport. She fell on to her knees then muttered a short prayer before sitting comfortably.

“Father, your favorite daughter is back.” Eunhye chuckled as she remembers how her father claims that she is his favorite daughter. Of course, she is the only child he had. “I’m sorry for not visiting your for a long time. Life was so hard since you left.”

She caressed the grass of her father’s tomb. Eunhye noticed a lit candle besides his father’s picture. Maybe some of her father’s relatives went here before her.

“Did auntie and grandma visit you earlier?” Eunhye said as she pours soju on her own shot glass before clinking it on his father’s glass. She winced as the alcohol touches her throat. “Are you having fun up there, Father? I hope you are enjoying there. Mother is preparing for her retirement. She is slowly reducing her teaching units in the university.”

Her mother is a woman of academia. She is a career oriented and very talented in her field even her seniors respect her. No one can stop her from reaching the zenith of her dreams even her pregnancy. Eunhye was never part of her mother’s plan despite marrying her father. They never planned to have a child but Eunhye came unexpectedly. They still welcomed and showered her with love. However, when opportunity came to her mother for a researcher position and PhD scholarship abroad, she packed her bags and grabbed the opportunity. Her father always say “Between your mother and I, she is the one who is truly talented and smart. It will be a waste if she will spend her life not reaching her full potential.”. He let her explore the world and satisfy her curiosity.

Compromise. That’s what her father taught her. Always compromise if you love your partner. They compromised throughout their marriage. Elders in their family judged her mother for choosing career over their family but her father is always proud of her for not wasting her talent away.

“She became the dean for college of liberal arts. First woman dean. You must be so proud of her, Father.” She said proudly with a sad smile. “Now she is slowing down because she wanted to spend more time with us. I guess Jeno did some magic to her grandma.”

Eunhye took her phone out from her pocket to show a photo. “I would love to bring Jeno to meet you in person but he is busy in school. He always enjoys your recipe of kimchijigae.”

“You would have been a wonderful grandfather to him.” Eunhye let tears slip from her eyes. She closed her eyes as she imagines her son and father holding their hands together. “He is a really good kid but somehow I still have a hard time raising him. I need to work, maintain the house, attend his school activities, and be the parent he needs. How did you raise me alone while mother is running towards her dream?”

“I wish you are here to guide me how to raise him..” She whispers while the once clear sky started to turn gray with heavy clouds. It didn’t take long for the rain to fell.

She didn’t withhold any of her tears. Eunhye cried her heart out as the past decade has been heavy to her. She has no one to lean on or to share her heavy thoughts without judgement or reprimanding. It’s been such a long time ago since she let herself became vulnerable. It’s been so long since she became just Eunhye. Not a single mother, daughter, or a workaholic.

“I’m sorry for failing you, Father.” She said before leaving her father’s tomb. Eunhye walked away slowly. She’s already near the guard house when she saw a familiar figure holding an umbrella walking towards her.

Eunhye stopped at her step. She blinked multiple times just to confirm that she is not hallucinating.

“Why are you frowning?”

11 years passed by swiftly. A lot changes happened in the world. She met different people from various walks of life. Everything has changed except for one.

“Jaehyun”

He gave her a small smile as extend his umbrella over her to protect her from the rain. She met multiple people from all the walks of life but Jaehyun is still the only person who will run towards her to rescue her from the deepest shit she is facing.

#kpop scenarios #nct angst #nct fluff #nct scenarios #jaehyun angst #jaehyun fluff #jaehyun x oc #nct fanfic #nct jaehyun

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sleepylixie · 3 years

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STILL WITH YOU.

Non idol! Yang Jeongin X fem! Reader

Part of the Heart wants what it wants Anthology

Prompt #39. “Don’t you dare walk away from this.”

1k words, College AU, Kinda enemies to lovers, FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF.

Beware of mentions of drinkng

Inspired by Still With you by BTS’ JK \\ Consider this a small installment to the Imperium Universe <3

Clinking glasses, quiet chatters and guitar chords set the mood in Kosmos, the rooftop bar that Jeongin frequented. It was a thing of sweet charm- all yellow lights, live music and cheery college-age regulars. He would take his spot by the bar countertop a couple of times a week, nursing a couple of rum-cokes and watching people come and go in peace.

It was almost a ritual of sorts, stealing alone time that his schedule in university was loath to give him. Until recently, that is. Ever since the last few months, you’d begun joining him on his corner spot at the bar.

You met as enemies, only to end up developing an equation of... begrudging acquaintanceship over time. Jeongin wouldn’t go as far as to call you a friend yet- not to your face. He also would refuse to agree to him enjoying the time he spends with you, as much as you’d tease him about it. He couldn’t deny, however, that he didn’t mind your intrusion into his routine as much as he thought he would. You brought easy conversation and warm comfort with you- along with music.

If Jeongin could sing, you could sing. There was something alluring about the way you sang that he just couldn’t get enough of. Your normally husky sounding voice would transform into something else altogether when a mic touched your lips- a honey sweet voice of impeccable melody, one that nobody could emulate. You’d only sung for him once and only once; performing in front of people wasn’t your cup of tea, you claimed.

This particular night however, was special. For the first time, you’d be performing at Kosmos, after a lot of hounding and nagging from your circle of friends. Jeongin had only found out about it the day before, when you’d hesitantly come up to him after class to tell him that you’d been blackmailed into performing one of your own songs at the bar, and that he should come.

Jeongin had swallowed his surprise and eagerness as he agreed to be there- what, you wanted him to be there. He definitely wouldn’t have gone if you hadn’t asked him. Not like he had a thing for your voice and would listen to it every day if he could, not at all.

So here he sat at his usual corner, a glass of rum-coke twirled between his fingers, eyes flitting between the stage and the clock, waiting for your time slot. Soon enough, you stepped on stage, mic held in your hands.

You looked nervous, observed Jeongin. Your lips had almost been bitten through, judging from the reddish hue your lower lip had taken on. Your hands shook a little as you attached the mic to the stand in the front of the stage. How had he picked up on your tells, Jeongin wondered belatedly as he watched you introduce yourself. He definitely hadn’t been noticing you that much, right??

All those thoughts just flew out his head the second you began singing. Your voice was exactly as he remembered, smooth and beautiful, a high melody starting the song. Your song.

There was a sad lingering tune to it, so easy on the ears that the patrons of the bar stopped talking so they could listen to you. The lyrics spoke of simple feelings, of yearning and a relationship you couldn’t let go of-it was beautiful.

At some point in the song, your eyes met his, and a secret smile lit up your face.

There was questioning in your eyes, curiosity, a few notes of nerves.. and yet, your voice rang clear across the space, taking his breath away,

Jeongin couldn’t tear his eyes off you as the music reached its end; it was like you’d cast a spell over him without even trying. As cliché as it sounded, there was something so insanely hypnotic about your voice- about you, it hit Jeongin. The only reason he liked listening to your voice so much.. was because that voice belonged to you.

That night, Jeongin tossed in his bed, unable to catch a wink of sleep. Why did he want to turn up at Kosmos just to see you? Why did he feel lighter when you were around? How could he tell if you were nervous, happy, tense... just from the look in your eyes?

He sat up, the blankets falling down to his waist as he leaned against the headboard. He still remembered, all too vividly, the events after your performance ended. The way you had smiled at him the second you stepped off the stage had done nothing but make his heart skip a beat.

The way you had sidled closer to him after your friends were done gushing over you, that adorable sparkle in your eyes- he couldn’t help but look away and take a second to compose himself, tamping down his first instinct to pull your body close and give you a hug. Your friendship wasn’t that closer yet, he couldn’t just invade your personal space like that, could he?

The way you had laughed aloud when he downplayed how impressed he was by your performance, swatting at his arm in amusement. Don’t you dare walk away from this, you’d giggled, flagging the bartender down for another cocktail before turning back to him. I saw you from the stage, you were enjoying yourself. You were, right?

You sounded so hopeful, the adrenaline of performing for a crowd still clearly buzzing through your body- he couldn’t help but smile at you, rolling his eyes before begrudgingly agreeing that you did, in fact, blow him away with your talent.

He had been rewarded for his honesty, because you had thrown him a mocking flying kiss before turning to sip on your cocktail, conversation shifting to a mutual friend’s new flame.

But you didn’t mean all that much to him, right? Right?

If you didn’t..... then why was his mind still with you?

The last of my revamped fics to be reposted! Hope you enjoy <3

Requests are open for this collection (For Stray Kids and Ateez), so do check out the Masterlist for the prompts and rules! Love, Elliana.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Livestreams

A/n: I've been dying to use this gif omg this is was such a cute request sry its a little short!

Requested by: @chubsluda

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoe

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: Dating as two idols can be a difficult thing. Thankfully, coming out to the public went well for you and Hyunjin. The next step is talking to fans. Will it go well or will the public’s view of the both of you change forever?

Genre: idol!reader, romance, fluff

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The marketing team for my group was droning on about costs and values for the past two hours. While I usually loved any part of my job that dealt with fans, two hours of talk about money was a little boring for anyone, including the rest of my group. My best friend and the visual of our group, Minji, glanced over at me and made a silly face while the instructor’s back was turned.

Ding

My hands scrambled for my phone which I had forgotten to silence. Our leader, Sera, sent me a look before turning back to the meeting. Turning off the sound, I opened my messages to see a text from my boyfriend. I smiled looking at Hyunjin’s name. My finger swiped across the screen and opened up the message.

Hey, gorgeous!

Doing a live in the dance room

Wanna join me <3

Tapping out a quick response I glanced up from my phone and to the PowerPoint that was being shown. Looking around the table I saw half of the girls around me were glancing down at their laps to, making me giggle.

In a meeting. Almost done. I’ll come meet you in a minute <3

The message zipped off and I flipped my phone over on my lap, turning my attention back to the front. A buzz on my lap brought my attention back to my phone. A smile fought its way onto my face seeing Hyunjin sent a selfie and a heart emoji.

“Thank you girls for your time!” The meeting came to an end and our manager checked in with us. After another five minutes, we were released to do our own things. Most of the girls went back to the dorms, instead, I chose to go upstairs to the room Stray Kids often used for practice.

Music floated into the hallway. I stopped just outside the door to see Hyunjin dancing to NCT’s new song. My teeth dragged across my lip watching him dance. My stare couldn’t help but follow the lines his body created.

All I could think was, “I’m so lucky.”

Wrapping my hands around the doorknob, I pushed it open and peeked my head inside. “Helloooo,” I sang. Hyunjin turned around and ran to me, picking me up and spinning me around. After he pulled away, Hyunjin dragged me over to where is live stream set up was and sat me on the floor next to him.

“STAY, this is my girlfriend, Y/n. Isn’t she gorgeous?” He said kissing my cheek. on instinct, I covered my face and laughed. His long fingers came to my wrist, pulling my hands away. “You may know her from 7SOUL, the girl group.” He nudged my shoulder and I waved to the camera.

“Hello, I am Y/n, 7SOUL’s vocal sunshine!”

Hyunjin mimicked a heart attack and fell back on the floor. “AHHH TOO CUTE!” I laughed, pulling Hyunjin back up, his head burying itself in my shoulder. His hand lazily reached for his phone, which had the live stream playing. “Why don’t we read the comments and answer some questions?” Hyunjin said, voice partially muffled by my hair.

He handed me his phone and let me scroll through comments. Most of it was just fans gushing about how cute Hyunjin was with me. He did look completely content just sitting with his head on my shoulder and holding my hand. “How long have you two been dating?” The comment was the first question I saw.

This made Hyunjin sit straight up. “Okay. She says we’ve been dating for six months. I say we’ve been dating for seven.” He was very passionate about this subject.

“Jinnie, you leaving takeout in front of my dorm with cute notes and then running away does not count as dating.”

“I paid for dinner! It counts!” He exclaimed, pulling me into his lap, exasperated. “Okay, next question.” He hugged my stomach from behind and watched the comments pop up on his phone. “Ooo. That one.” He said seeing a particular question.

“What is your favorite thing to do as a couple?” There were so many things I loved to do with Hyunjin. One of my favorites was taking naps with him and Kkami on days off. But, that probably wasn’t exciting enough to say. “Hmm...I like going shopping with you.” He smiled and listened to me talk. “Hyunjin is the best to go shopping with. And we always go out to eat at the best places after.”

Hyunjin nodded and took the phone from me. His brows furrowed together in thought when I asked him the same question. “Umm....This.” Confidently he leaned in and kissed my lips. Hyunjin had no shame whatsoever. He grinned seeing my cheeks flush.

The comments went crazy and I could only imagine the screenshots that were going to be posted later today. Hyunjin and I answered more questions and talked with his fans. “Do you plan on moving in together?” A fan asked through the comment section. I shrugged and looked to Hyunjin for the answer. We had certainly talked about it, but there were no plans being made.

“Actually I just bought an apartment and I was going to ask Y/n to move in with me.” My eyes went wide and I turned around to look at him. He shrugged and gave me an innocent smile, bits of blonde hair falling in front of his eys. “What?” Hyunjin poked my side and I glanced at the camera which was still live.

So this was his plan all along. Get me on his live stream in front of his fans so I couldn’t say ‘no’. “Is Kkami coming with us?” Hyunjin scoffed and rolled his eyes with a smile

“Duh. Of course.”

A knock echoed the room and a loud voice entered. “WHAT’S UP, LOVEBIRDS?” Jisung screamed tackling Hyunjin. Jinnie pushed him off with a smile and Jisung waved to the camera, pulling down his mask. His friend turned to me. “So, did he ask you yet?”

Hyunjin hid his face in my shoulder. “Yes, he did.”

“Finally. Now we can kick his ass out of the dorm.” I laughed and ran my hand through Hyunjin’s soft blonde hair as he hid from embarrassment. After a few more minutes of talking with Jisung and all three of us dancing to some girl group songs, we ended the live stream and Jisung left us to go back to their dorm.

“I can’t believe you.”

Hyunjin shrugged and kissed my hand. “Was it not cute?” He draped an arm over my shoulder and we walked out the back of the building to his car. Like a gentleman, he opened the door for me before running around to the driver’s seat.

“What would you have done if I said no?” He shrugged and started the car. Hyunjin was impossible sometimes, but I couldn’t help the smile that spread on my face. “I’m excited to see it.” I let my hand lace with his as we came to a stoplight.

“You wanna see it? I have the keys with me.”

Excitedly I nodded and Hyunjin drove to the apartment. We spent the rest of the night eating take out on the floor of our new apartment and watching little videos fans had already posted of us. I had to admit, I was one lucky girl.

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Jealous Luke+famous Julie (they’re both together now)

Hi there! Thank you so much for the prompt. I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope that this is what you meant when you sent the ask. You can read the fic under the cut or you can click on the link here to read it on AO3. Enjoy!

Green Eyes and Fame

Pairings: Luke/Julie, Alex/Willie

Tags: Fluff, angst, jealousy, miscommunication

Five years since the band first made a splash, Julie and the Phantoms was one of the most popular bands in America. As the lead singer of the band Julie was the most well known and, thanks to her sweet disposition and how she went out of her way for her fans, everyone adored her. People just liked her, romantically as well as platonically. As her boyfriend of three years though, Luke kind of wished people would stop flirting with her in front of him.

Also known as the five times Luke was jealous because of people flirting with Julie, and one time he realized there was never a need to be.

1 - The Number 1 Fan

Luke was really glad in moments like these that the band wasn’t required to do meet and greets. He loved playing for people and he loved meeting people who were genuinely touched by his music, but after performing for two hours in the hot stage lights for the third time that week, he was pretty wiped out.

Management did require Julie to do these meet and greets once a week after a show though, what with being the lead singer and the name brand. Despite how she was just as physically drained as he was under the surface, and despite being at this for over two hours, Julie still greeted each fan with unending enthusiasm and her signature toothy smile.

He was meant to be there to keep her company, but found himself staring at her in fond amusement as she started admiring the little girl wearing Julie and the Phantoms keds. “My daddy got them for my birthday last week!” The girl beamed at her dad who was standing slightly to the side so his daughter could have her moment.

“They look super cool,” Julie said in an impressed tone, “and happy belated birthday.”

“Can you sign them?” The girl bounced up and down in excitement. “Please, please, please, please please-”

“Easy there,” Julie laughed, “I can't sign them with you jumping around like that.”

The little girl looked like she was gonna pass out from happiness as she hurried to pull off the sneakers. “Thank you Julie!”

A minute later, the little girl was sporting some autographed keds and a picture of her and her icon on her dad's phone. The man politely shook Julie’s hand before leading his daughter out of the room.

“I love you Julie!” The girl shouted behind her as she walked out.

“That girl was so adorable,” Julie gushed once she was gone.

“You think every little kid is adorable,” Luke reminded her.

“That’s because they are.”

Luke laughed good-naturedly at his girlfriend’s defensiveness over literally every child on the planet. She wasn’t wrong, kids were adorable. Especially when they were bouncing around in excitement over meeting their idol. Luke had helped her babysit her brother when they were in high school though, so he knew exactly how much of a pest they could be.

Luke pulled out his phone to scroll through Instagram as the next fan in the line up walked into the room. Luke only glanced at her briefly to see it was an older girl, probably around their age. He liked a picture of Alex, Flynn, and Reggie at an after-party and kept scrolling.

“Hey there,” Julie smiled at the girl as she approached, “what’s your name?” She held out her hand which the other girl took for a handshake.

“Lucille, but you can call me Lucy” the girl replied in a tone that sounded a little flirtatious. Luke raised an eyebrow and looked up, certain he had imagined it. He noted that the girl was holding the handshake just a little too long.

Julie just smiled back unaware, “nice to meet you Lucy. Did you enjoy the show?”

“I could watch you perform all day,” Lucy smiled back widely. Luke barely stopped his frown, definitely flirting.

As subtle as he could, which wasn’t very, Luke began to take her in fully for the first time. She was kind of pretty, tall with dark skin and almond eyes, hair pulled into a ponytail that showed off the buzzed underneath. Her nose was pierced and she was sporting a pair of cuffed jeans.

“I’ll take that to mean a yes,” Julie laughed warmly. “Well I’m glad you enjoyed it. And that you found the time to come for the meet and greet. You got a camera for the picture?”

Lucy pulled out a handheld camera and handed it to the photographer. “I was actually hoping we could do a pose?”

“Sure,” Julie smiled, “whatcha have in mind?”

“It involves your friend, if he doesn’t mind.” Lucy gestured over to Luke who startled in surprise at being addressed.

Julie looked over uncertainly. “I’m not sure-“

“I’m happy to join in,” Luke interrupted her. Anything to get between those flirty eyes and his very hot girlfriend.

Lucy smiled widely, “awesome! My idea was to have the hot guy look all jealous while I pretend to propose.”

Luke struggled to not glare at the girl. Choosing to keep an easy smile on his face and laugh. “Well I feel like anybody would be jealous of the person with Julie.”

He walked over to stand in front of the two while Lucy dropped to one knee. The jealous glare on his face was a little too easy for him to make as his girlfriend pretended to gasp in excitement. The camera flash finally went off and Julie hugged the girl goodbye. “It was nice to meet you,” she said brightly.

Lucy smiled back and handed her a piece of paper. “my number, in case you miss me.” At that she turned around strutted out of the room.

Once she was gone Julie turned to Luke, holding the paper between her thumb and pointer. “She was so sweet, it was nice of her to ask to hang out.”

Luke raised an eyebrow, “babe, you know she was flirting with you right?”

Julie’s eyes widened, obviously unaware of the fact. “Oh! I had no idea.”

Luke laughed. “I can’t believe you didn’t notice. Babe she proposed to you.”

“Shut up,” Julie blushed in embarrassment, “I can’t believe she didn’t recognize you as my boyfriend.”

“Trust me, she probably barely even noticed me there,” Luke kept the possessiveness out of his tone as he said it. Instead he batted his eyelashes and made a dramatic kissy face. “Oh, Julie,” he tried to mimic Lucy’s flirty tone, “I could watch you perform all day.”

Julie groaned and playfully shoved his shoulder. “I hate you so much.”

Once she turned to face the next person, Luke took the piece of paper with Lucy’s number on it to throw away. Feigning surprise when Julie told him she lost it with a confused look on her face.

2 - The Cute Barista

A couple weeks after the incident, the two were visiting their hometown for Julie’s father’s birthday. Before making their way to the house Julie dragged Luke to a hole in the wall cafe for breakfast.

“I don’t remember this being here in high school,” Luke mused.

“It’s new. I heard about it from an uh… Friend?” Julie’s smile was a little bit too innocent. Luke mentally prepared himself for whatever mischief she had planned, letting her lead him into the cafe. He was greeted with the intoxicating aroma of roasted coffee grounds and cinnamon pastries blended together and the din of people laughing, enjoying their drinks.

Luke went to the counter to place his order while Julie left to find a booth for them to sit in. He made a double-take as he recognized the barista.

“No way, Carrie?”

The girl’s eyes widened in surprise at the sight of him, mouth spreading into a wide smile. “No way.”

“What are you doing here?” He asked.

“I got the job for the summer while I’m not in school. If I had known they really let just anybody walk in here I wouldn’t have taken the job though,” Carrie teased him.

Luke laughed. “I remember Julie’s creative manager saying something similar when I signed on to be her guitarist.”

Carrie swatted his arm over the counter. “Shut up, we both know it wouldn’t be the Phantoms without you.”

He shrugged. “Doesn’t mean I didn’t nearly fistfight the manager when we first met. Anyways, how’s school?”

The other girl rolled her head to the side, a soft crack emitting as she cracked her neck. “Honestly? Amazing. I’m so glad I just decided to stick with the dancing side of performance, the whole singing and ‘dirty candy’ thing was kind of just cause I thought it was cool.”

“You’re cool though,” Luke insisted, “and I know that Julie is just waiting for you to graduate so she can snag you as a background dancer. She really misses you.” He paused for a moment. “Thinking about it now that’s probably why she dragged me here.”

Carrie blushed at the compliment and waved him off. “She knows that I want to make it on my own first, not ride on my friend’s coattails.” Still slightly pink, she gestured to nothing in particular, “what can I get for you in the meantime?”

Luke rattled off his order which she deftly took down. She then began to make his drinks and put his pastries in the oven simultaneously. Luke listened politely to her chatter about her different classes at CalArts as she worked, only interrupting to ask questions when she started talking in technical terms that he had no clue about.

If somebody had told Luke in high school that one day he would be having a conversation like this with Carrie of all people he would have said they were crazy. The girl had been a constant negative towards Julie up until their junior year, always trying to belittle her or one-up her with her own band.

One day though, Julie had decided she was through with being passively polite to Carrie as Flynn defended her. So, Julie made Luke drive her to Carrie's house in the middle of the night to verbally berate her to submission and hopefully get Carrie to back off.

The conversation had taken a different turn though.

It turned out Carrie was mad at Julie because Julie had completely shut her out when her mom died at the end of eighth grade and started ignoring her for Flynn. Then, when Julie started to be better and more like herself, she had ruined Carrie’s big premiere performance that she had spent months working on by showing her up with a last-minute song.

That hadn’t excused her being a bully, but after a lot of crying and apologizing on both ends, the girls were soon best friends again, this time with Flynn.

When Flynn and Carrie had first spoken to each other after the argument with Julie, they had gotten on like a house on fire. Reggie, Alex, and Luke had been equally surprised that they were able to get along at all after three years of fighting and horrified of what the two of them accomplished when they worked as a team to roast them.

It had been even more surprising when Reggie and Luke caught the two of them in a janitor’s closet at school, but that was a story for another time.

Despite constantly teasing him, she had turned out to be surprisingly cool without her ‘mean girl’ persona. She loudly called out people who were homophobic to Alex and verbally eviscerated people who made fun of Reggie. After she turned Dirty Candy from a pop group to a dancing group, she had let Alex join and would hang out with him until late teaching him. She also helped tutor Reggie in math when his ADHD had made it hard for him to focus, patiently explaining quadratics and Algebra.

In Luke’s eyes, anybody who was good to his friends was good to him. So, naturally, Carrie grew on him quickly.

As she finished making his drinks, Luke looked around the cafe for Julie. Despite how small it was, there was a surprising amount of people there, filling the atmosphere with laughter and idle chit chat. He kind of wish it had existed while they were in high school, it would have been a great place to hang out.

He finally found her sitting in a booth by the window, freezing once he noticed that she wasn’t alone. There was a guy there wearing a barista uniform, admittedly handsome, who was braced on the edge of the table in a way that was obviously meant to show off his arms. His pose was suggestive, leaning slightly towards Jullie.

As Julie laughed at something the man said, a familiar curl of jealousy wrapped around Luke’s gut. He glared down the man’s head, wondering if it was possible to kill somebody from this distance with his mind.

“Easy there,” Carrie interrupted his thoughts. Luke startled and turned back to face her, surprised to see she had finished making his order without him noticing. “What’s got you so angry?”

“Nothing,” Luke mumbled unconvincingly. Carrie looked over in the direction he had been staring in and smiled in a way that Luke meant trouble.

“Wow,” she said in feigned surprise, “I didn’t know that Jesús and Julie knew each other.”

“Jesús?” Luke asked. He knew he was being obvious but he had always been bad at subtlety.

Carrie’s smile was predatory, knowing she had caught him. Her face smoothed out innocently and waved her hand dismissively. “He’s nobody, just a new hire. His family recently immigrated from Spain so he’s still got the accent, has a habit of making nearly every girl here, and quite a few guys, swoon.”

Luke clenched his jaw and glared across the room at the man again. Turning back around, he paid for his food and slipped an extra hundred dollar bill into her tip jar. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice until they were gone.

Right before walking away though, he turned back to Carrie. “Hey I might need your help later, Ray is going to give me…” Luke trailed off, eyes flicking back to his girlfriend, “a family heirloom. He told me about a shop to get it altered but I don’t want to go alone.”

Carrie’s eyes widened in understanding. “Are you-?” Luke nodded, smiling bashfully. The girl beamed, “you bet your ass I want to go with you.”

“Thanks Carrie,” he smiled at his friend as he grabbed the drinks and pastries, “it was nice to see you.”

Carrie grinned widely. “You too man, pick me up tomorrow. I’ll come up with some excuse so Julie isn’t suspicious.” After she finished speaking she turned to the next customer in line to take their order.

Forcing the glare off his face into an easy grin, Luke made his way over to his girlfriend.

“Hey babe,” he said a little too loudly, startling the other man. Luke felt a curl of dark satisfaction as Jesús jumped a little in surprise. “I got one large black coffee with cinnamon for you, you sadistic weirdo, two lemon blueberry scones, and a salted caramel iced mocha, for me of course.”

Julie rolled her eyes as she took the coffee from the tray, “liking black coffee isn’t weird you know.”

“Plain black coffee is something that only people who hate themselves, are on a diet, or psychopaths enjoy.”

“It’s not plain,” Julie reminded him, “it has cinnamon.”

“The only reason I haven’t called a psych consult and you know it.”

Julie laughed and took a sip of the coffee, “you never know. I could be a psychopath.”

“Or a high functioning sociopath, if you do your research.” Luke grinned as Julie laughed at the reference. He loved watching her when she laughed, leaning back in a way that showed off the endearing gap in her two front teeth as her entire body shook with the force of her laughter. On rare occasions she would even snort, if the joke was funny enough.

Luke slid into the booth next to her and linked their fingers together while she laughed. Once she stopped laughing she gestured towards Jesús with the hand still holding the coffee.

“Luke this is Jesús. Jesús, this is my boyfriend Luke.”

Luke felt warm all over, being introduced as Julie’s boyfriend. Even after dating for three years it still made him happy. “Nice to meet you man.” He held out the hand not entwined with Julie’s for a handshake.

“Likewise,” the man responded. Luke felt a flash of surprise at the lack of accent.

“Jesús and his sister were adopted by...” Julie trailed off, eyebrows furrowed as she did some math in her head.

“Your mom’s second cousin,” Jesús finished her sentence. “moved down here from San Francisco. I’m starting at Caltech once the summer’s over.”

“That’s neat.” Luke tried to not be embarrassed over being jealous and thinking Julie was flirting with family. “Whatcha studying?”

“Double major in mechanical and electrical engineering,” he said proudly.

“Jesús was just telling me he wanted to be a robot engineer so he could build Norm from Phineas and Ferb,” Julie said as she took a sip of her coffee.

Jesús grinned. “You laugh, but that man shaped my childhood.” Carrie shouted for Jesús as a crowd of teenagers walked in, loudly messing around and joking. He grimaced, “looks like Carrie needs some backup. It was nice to meet you though Julie, and you Luke.”

“See you at the party later!” Julie called after him as he walked away.

“I didn’t know you had other family in LA,” Luke mused. He took a sip of the mocha, pleasantly surprised at how great of a job Carrie had done on it.

“Neither did I,” Julie confessed, “when my aunt heard I was in town she told me about him though and said to keep a lookout.”

“Is that why we came here?” Luke asked, snagging a bite of his scone.

“Nah, I just heard Carrie was here and wanted to see the horror on your face once you realized I brought you here for a dark roast and a Carrie roast.”

He choked on his scone. “That was a horrible pun, and a horrible thing to do.”

“Pun still made you laugh though,” Julie said with a smug smile.

Luke glared at her for a minute before turning back to his scone, sulking. “Just shut up and eat so we can go to your dad’s house.”

He tried his best to stay annoyed with her. When she leaned over and kissed his temple in apology though, his resolve shattered and he couldn’t help the pleased grin that spread across his face. Wow am I whipped, he thought to himself, but for the life of him he couldn’t find any problem with that fact.

3 - The ‘Nice Guy’

A month later, Luke had to miss a scheduled practice session with the band for the first time ever.

The only reason he was missing in the first place was because of Bobby. The man had finally gotten back to him about a favor he needed, saying he was happy to help. However apparently there was only one opening at his recording studio for the next six months, something about the starlet booked being sent back to rehab? Six months was too long for Luke to wait though, and he was already in NYC. So, he told Bobby he would be there.

He knew that, even without telling them his reason, the band would all be fine with him missing. But even with Julie insisting that it was completely fine, Luke still felt like a horrible person that they would have to cancel practice because of him.

The guilt gnawed on his chest until Reggie and Alex told him they were still going to practice as scheduled. Apparently, they had asked one of the backup guitarists to cover for him. Some guy named Billy?

“If you ask me,” Alex confessed to Luke while they were telling him, “I only asked him cause the dude really needs the practice. He’s literally paid to know all the songs in case you need time off and to play back up. But at the last concert, he was right next to me, and the dude couldn’t even keep up with ‘Bright,’ for longer than a couple seconds. The rest of the songs ”

Luke raised an eyebrow, “that song is like, four chords. If he can’t do it then why did management hire him?”

“Do we all have backups for our time off?” Reggie piped up.

“Yeah, mine is some named Owen, seems pretty nice. I’m surprised you guys didn’t know about yours. Jeremy is a pretty funny guy, way more level headed than you.”

“You sayin I’m not level headed?” Reggie said defensively.

“I met Jeremy,” Luke said in surprise. “I’ve seen him around everywhere but I didn’t know he was the backup bassist. Did you know he does voice acting?”

“My backup does voice acting?” Reggie flipped from defensive to excited in a moment.

“Anyways,” Alex got them back on topic, “Billy’s only your backup because his dad is the head of Covington Entertainment. Dude could ruin us if we don’t let his son have the job.”

“On that note, I will be sucking up to him,” Reggie said nervously, “quite a bit.”

After that Luke had felt a little bit better about skipping. He left for the studio a couple minutes later, after saying goodbye to Julie of course.

Bobby himself was the one who sat in the recording booth for Luke’s session. “You think I would let just any old person produce your music? You’re family, and family looks after each other.”

The whole thing didn’t last more than half an hour. It had been fun at first, messing with the different equipment and such that was usually off-limits. Without the band though, and he found it a little bit boring after a while. At the very least, this was a confirmation that a solo career was not for him. After Bobby called it a night he promised he would send over the demo once he was done editing it.

Luke thanked him a hundred times before running off to his car. Based on his watch, there was still an hour left to rehearsal. If he was careful and took the highway he could get there on time for a least a solid forty-five minutes of practice.

There was no music coming out of the studio as he arrived, probably meaning the band was taking a break. He was passing by the bathroom when there was the sound of an unfamiliar voice. Luke was going to keep walking until he heard something that caught his attention.

“-think I might actually have a chance with Julie, man.” Luke froze at the excited words, wondering if the person was talking about his Julie. He couldn’t hear whoever the man was talking to so he assumed it was a phone call. As quietly as he could, he inched closer to the bathroom door so he could eavesdrop.

“I’m not crazy,” the man said defensively, “the band personally asked me to cover for their guitarist while he’s off doing god knows what. We’ve been practicing together for a couple hours now and the guys love me.” A laugh. “Alex is exactly as much of a Mary Sue as all the magazines said and Reggie is the biggest dolt on the planet though so it really wasn’t too hard.”

Luke felt his teeth grind together. The Mary Sue thing was something that he knew bothered Alex. His friend was polite to everyone he didn’t know, even those who were rude to him, and tended to be a people pleaser. If the magazines ever had to deal with Alex when he was tired or stressed, they wouldn’t be so quick to call him a Mary Sue.

And Reggie wasn’t dumb. Anybody who bothered to get to know Reggie figured out pretty quickly that he only needed to be told things multiple times because his ADHD affected his short term memory and made it hard to focus when people were speaking to him. And despite what people thought, Reggie was a little shy. So, being around new people made him a little nervous which made his hyperactivity worse. So random outbursts, fidgeting, or rambling made him seem ‘spazzy’ and outgoing.

Luke was about to burst in and give this guy a piece of his mind. Yell at him about how Alex was actually a grumpy dumbass and Reggie was not a dolt, but stopped himself once the guy spoke again.

“I know that doesn’t mean Julie likes me. I’m not stupid. I know Julie likes me cause she keeps watching me while she sings and stuff. The chemistry is practically tangible dude. Trust me when I say that she wants a piece of Billy.”

Jealousy began to pool in Luke’s gut. Usually Julie sang to him, not whoever this wannabe was. Now that he thought about it, when was the last time Julie and him got so into a song that she kissed him at the end? When was the last time they went on a date? When was the last time they even kissed period?

She literally kissed you before you left for the recording studio idiot, his brain reminded him.

The voice was silent as the guy listened to whatever the person on the other end of the line said. He made an offended noise. “It’s not weird to talk in third person, it shows confidence. And why would I make up practicing with the Phantoms?” So this was the Billy Alex told him about, interesting.

There was another beat of silence, longer this time. “I’m not being delusional, you and I both know I would be amazing for her. I’m only here because her crappy boyfriend bailed on the band and I was man enough to step up and help. Once Julie stops being a stupid bitch and realizes I’m an actually nice guy- ”

Luke felt the jealousy and possessiveness burn into anger, slamming the bathroom door open before the guy could finish his sentence. As he took in the guy he noted that, other than being tall, he was kind of unimpressive. Especially when he looked like he was about to shit his pants at the sight of Luke.

“Hey Billy,” Luke said icily, “I’m the shitty boyfriend, nice to meet you.”

Billy blanched. “I can explain-”

“I heard enough,” Luke practically growled, cutting the guy off. “I can understand saying that Julie is amazing since it is super obvious to literally even the stupidest people. I can understand wanting to treat her right. Hell, I can even forgive you thinking that I’m the biggest piece of garbage ever.”

As Luke spoke he stalked closer to the man in front of him, watching as Billy stepped back nervously to avoid him. He kept walking forward, herding the man until his back was pressed against the wall. He stepped closer still, until he was practically in the man’s face. Despite being nearly a head taller, Billy still cowered like Luke was twice his size.

“Do you know one thing I will not tolerate though?” Luke asked as he plucked the phone from Billy’s hand and hung up on the man on the other end of the line.

“N-no?” The man squeaked.

“I will not tolerate anybody calling my girlfriend, or any girl for that matter, ‘a stupid bitch’ just because she doesn’t want to get with them. And I certainly won’t tolerate you making fun of my best friends.” Luke’s voice sounded dangerous to his own voice, despite being at a quiet, even tone. “You feel me, nice guy?”

“I’m sorry man, I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re right,” Luke agreed, “you weren’t thinking, and I’m not even slightly finished with your dumb ass.” He stepped back just an inch, crossing his arms to prevent himself from throttling the guy in front of him. There was a nagging voice that sounded suspiciously like Alex in the back of his head telling him that this was a bad idea.

“I wasn’t gonna say anything cause I’m not one to rain on your parade, but you really pissed me off. First of all, since you are apparently unaware, it’s literally your job to cover for me when I can’t be there. There was no ‘being man enough’ idiot when it’s in your job description.”

“It’s not my job to go to practice, the team asked me personally-” Billy protested.

“That brings me to the ‘second of all.’ The guys only ‘personally’ asked you to practice cause you can’t even play the most basic songs, and rather than letting you embarrass yourself, they were trying to be nice and help you. Cause unlike you, they are actually nice guys. And what you,” Luke jabbed his finger into his sternum, “did to thank them is turn around and talk bad about him to your friend the second they were gone.”

I didn’t mean any of it man. It just slipped out on accident.” Billy looked like he was about to cry, which was not a good look on him. The only reason Luke didn’t feel bad is that Billy looked like a petulant child who was only upset at being caught doing the bad thing and not remorseful because he did it in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, Luke stepped back from Billy before doing something stupid, like punching the son of the guy who owned Luke’s career. He stared up at the sky, tapping his chin as he pretended to think. “Say, I just had a great idea. Wanna hear it?”

Terrified, Billy nodded.

“Since I’m such a nice guy, I’m gonna do you a favor.” Luke practically growled at the man “Since your not thinking led to you ‘accidentally’ trying to degrade my girlfriend and talking smack about my friends, I’ll do your thinking for you for the rest of the night. Just so you don’t slip up again, understand?”

Billy opened his mouth to reply. However, even though he phrased it as a question, Luke didn’t actually care about his answer. So, he just kept talking before the man could speak.

“So, I’m thinking that, since you just feel so bad about all of this, that once we walk out of this bathroom we pretend we never had this conversation okay? But when we go back to the studio you are going to be unbelievably polite and nice to Reggie and Alex. Then you are going to work your hardest for the rest of practice until you have a basic grasp of every song. Then you are going to leave.”

“Can I at least talk to Julie?” Billy asked hopefully.

A wave of anger rose up in Luke. “You aren’t gonna speak to her unless she speaks to you.” Billy sagged in disappointment, nodding to show his agreement.

Satisfied, Luke backed up so that he was no longer cornering the taller boy to the wall. He felt Billy’s eyes on his back as he turned on his heel, marching out of the bathroom.

As he opened the door to the studio, Julie, Alex, and Reggie were sitting in the center laughing about something. The three of them looked up at the sound of the door, eyes widening in surprise.

“Didn’t expect to see you here man!” Alex smiled at him.

“Dude, do you know how weird it is to practice without you? I felt like I was in the twilight zone.” Reggie laughed at his own joke.

Julie walked over and placed a kiss on his cheek, rolling her eyes at Reggie’s joke. “Billy’s in the bathroom but he should be back any minute so you can meet him. He’s a nice guy, you’ll like him.”

Another irrational stab of jealousy pierced through Luke. “Great,” he answered her. His friends must have noticed the irritation in his tone because their smiles dimmed down.

“You okay?” Julie asked, a concerned frown on her face. He opened his mouth, ready to brush it off and pretend nothing had happened, as Billy walked into the room. He was all swagger now, a contrast to the boy Luke left in the bathroom who looked like he was going to pee himself.

“Hey guys,” Billy smiled. Luke didn’t miss the way his eyes passed over Julie and stayed just a moment too long.

Another stab of jealousy. “Just met this really rude guy today. You wouldn’t believe the things that came out of his mouth.” Billy froze, a flash of panic over his eyes that Luke only caught because he was looking for it. “It’s not that important though,” he continued, watching as Billy relaxed again. “I might tell you later if I don’t forget by then.”

“How about we get back to practice?” Billy suggested nervously. “Any chance you can help me learn Luke?” This time when he looked up at Luke he pointedly avoided eye contact with Julie.

Luke felt another pang of guilt in his stomach. He knew he was being an ass, but he really didn’t like this guy. Trying out a genuine smile for a peace offering, Luke went over to his guitar mounted on the wall. “Let’s play.”

4 - The Old Fling

The day after Luke accidentally put the fear of God into him, Billy quit the band to go work for his dad’s company. Luke felt kind of bad for him, but to be fair he was wholly unqualified. Even with Luke painstakingly showing him each cord he still couldn’t get it. The new guy they hired for his backup guitarist was named Charlie, who he liked infinitely better because he never flirted with Julie.

After Billy went home, Luke ended up telling everyone about the incident in the bathroom. Julie had gotten annoyed with him for defending her honor like she was some helpless maiden, but she seemed glad about him defending Alex and Reggie. The two guys had just shrugged and said he was really annoying anyway.

As an ‘apology’ to Julie for defending her honor without asking, Luke took Julie out to Coney Island for a date. He was pretty Julie just wanted an excuse to go there but Luke didn’t complain, any time spent with Julie was a good time.

The trip started out great. They went on the ferris wheel, visited some candy shop Julie had heard about, and rode the cyclone. It was hot there in late August and there were countless people on the beach. Julie closed her eyes and looked up every once in awhile, basking in the sun.

“You’re like a cat,” Luke teased her.

“Cats do nothing but eat, sleep, poop, and play all the time and are called cute even if they are little devils to their owners,” Julie replied without opening her eyes, “sounds like the kind of life most people would be jealous of.”

“Cats also lick their own buttholes,” he reminded her.

A shrug. “Well we can’t all be perfect.” Julie looked down from the sun and grabbed her water bottle from Luke’s backpack.

“Yeah, but I still think I’m gonna pass. I would have to stop eating taco bell, which is definitely a dealbreaker.” Great, now he wanted tacos.

Julie rolled her eyes at his bad joke, opening the bottle to take a sip. “Even still,” she said, “with all the team meetings, songwriting, and late-night concerts I’ve barely been able to enjoy the sun. I’m either sleeping or stuck inside.” Her shoulders slumped a little.

Luke pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead comfortingly. “I’m sorry,” he said sincerely, tucking her under his chin.

“Don’t get me wrong,” Julie said, voice muffled against his chest, “I love what I’m doing, and I love that I get to do it with you. I just wish that they didn’t make a meeting to decide if they wanted to make the ‘and’ in Julie and the Phantoms into that weird eight symbol.”

“Well obviously it was life or death,” Luke said in a grave tone, “can you imagine the outrage if we changed something that literally nobody would notice?”

Julie giggled, “I imagine it would be the same level of rage if we made the ‘J’ in merchandising a little larger.”

“Well that would just be unforgivable,” Luke said in mock horror.

His girlfriend laughed and hugged him back tighter. A familiar warmth spread throughout his core and his brain felt like it was saturated in happy hormones. He smiled and tucked his head in her neck. Luke let out a grumble of complaint once she finally pulled away, trying to pull her back into the hug.

“Luke, you’re cute and all but it's hot out.”

“Oh that? It’s just my burning desire for you.” Luke grinned as Julie groaned at his corny joke.

“I changed my mind,” Julie took a step back as she spoke. “I don’t think you’re cute and I actually hate you.” There was no malice in her tone though, and her exasperated smile was still fond.

“Nobody’s perfect,” Luke parroted back to her, inevitably bringing tacos to mind again. His stomach churned in anticipation.

Julie started laughing again, another one of those full-body laughs that showed off her toothy smile. “God you’re so…” Julie trailed off as she saw something behind him, eyes widening.

“I’m so what?” Luke pressed. He glanced behind him to try and see what caught her eye, heart dropping once he saw it. ‘It’ being Nick, Julie’s boyfriend from when they first started playing together and became friends. All distracting thoughts of tacos left his mind.

“Nick!” Julie called out, running towards the blonde man. He had grown up since Luke had seen him last, literally. Nick was definitely a couple inches taller than him, which Luke stubbornly refused to acknowledge bothered him. His baby face was gone and he had five o’clock shadow.

Nick caught Julie as she ran to him and twirled her in a hug. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me you were in town,” he said in a pleasantly surprised tone as he lowered her, hands still on her hips. He looked up as Luke made his way over, giving him a polite smile.

“Hey Nick,” Luke waved. His eyes flickered down towards Nick’s hands still on Julie’s waist, trying to stifle his possessiveness. Julie was her own person and it wasn’t her fault that he was still jealous of Nick.

The blonde didn’t seem to notice, amazingly observant as ever. Thankfully, he still moved his hands. “Man, it's weird to see you guys outside of a magazine tabloid or a video call. How long has it been? A year?”

“Three,” Julie corrected him, “either that or I managed to skip to junior year of college alarmingly fast.”

Nick’s eyes widened, “it’s already been three years since high school?” He looked like he was about to have an existential crisis.

“And yet Luke is still a child,” Julie joked.

“Hey,” Luke complained.

“We’re actually about to get some tacos if you want to join us.”

“We are?” He turned to Julie excitedly, immediately forgetting why he was offended.

“Yeah, I know you. The second you bring up tacos you’re basically impossible to distract.”

Except for the blonde idiot I had to watch you obsess over for two years. It then processed that she had invited said blonde idiot to join them for tacos. Jealousy and hunger conflicted in his mind. Great, now Nick ruined tacos.

The blonde chuckled in amusement. “I would love to but I'm here with my mom. She’s not gonna last another five minutes without asking me to take her back to my apartment, let alone going out to eat.” Julie pouted at that, and Luke couldn’t tell if he was more annoyed at the disappointment in Julie’s face or at Nick for disappointing her.

“Well you have to tell your mom I said hi,” Julie ordered him.

“Of course, my mom adores you,” Nick said sincerely. Out of the corner of his eye, Luke saw a familiar flash. Turning to look he saw a small group of paparazzi starting to form. Julie and Nick were completely unaware though.

“Jules,” Luke reached out to tap her arm for attention, to warn her.

It was too late though. Julie propped herself up on her toes to plant a friendly kiss on Nick’s cheek. Luke couldn’t help the spike of jealousy in the pit of his stomach as he saw her lean over, feeling the frown on his face before he could stop it.

The paparazzi went nuts, cameras flashing like strobe lights as they tried to catch a picture of the scene. Julie turned in surprise as they surged forward and started hounding her with questions.

“Are the rumors of your split with Luke true?”

“Is this man your new boyfriend.”

“What’s your opinion your gay drummer.”

“Is it true that you had an illegitimate love child when you were sixteen.”

Julie’s eyes widened, frozen at the onslaught. Luke reached out his hand and yanked her free of the crowd. The paparazzi had drawn a lot of attention, causing a crowd to gather to see what they were going nuts over.

“It’s Julie Molina!” Somebody shouted from the crowd. A bunch of people started murmuring in agreement, pulling out their phones. Luke cursed, their cover was blown. So much for a day without work.

Luke began to lead Julie away from the crowd at a hurried pace, making sure to wave and smile as he walked by them. Julie had recovered from her initial shock and joined him in their smile and wave.

Finally they made it to their car, breathless from exertion. The car was quiet, save for the sound of their labored breathing, until Julie broke the silence with a burst of laughter. Luke looked over at her in bewilderment, certain she had cracked from stress. She looked over at him and whatever she saw only made her double over harder, snorting between laughs.

“Are you okay?” He asked in concern.

“I’m, I-I’m just.” Julie struggled to catch her breath so she could form her sentence. “I’m just imagining the tabloid covers tomorrow. Poor Nick’s mom is going to think we’re a thing again.” Luke’s eyes widened in horror at her realization. Julie just started laughing again, “oh my god PR is going to kill us.”

“We’re so screwed.” Luke agreed.

The next day, the headlines showed Julie kissing Nick’s cheek while Luke stood to the side with a pained grimace.

“Sweetheart or Heartbreaker? : Popstar Julie Molina flaunts new relationship in front of ex-beau Patterson. Does this mean the end of Julie and the Phantoms?” Read all about it on page 3.”

5 - The daredevil

“I couldn’t have planned it better if I tried,” the PR representative declared as she beamed at the photo like Christmas had come early. “There’s nothing like a scandal to catch media attention, and ultimately what people think you did was unproblematic enough that people have no reason to ‘cancel’ you.” She looked up at the two of them pensively, “did I use that word right? My middle-schooler taught me it the other day.”

“You used it fine?” Julie glanced at Luke in confusion which he returned with a shrug to convey he was equally lost. He wasn’t sure what to say here. They had been prepared for a lecture, to get chewed out. Not whatever this was.

“So just checking, you aren’t mad about us accidentally causing drama?” Julie sounded skeptical.

The woman scoffed "Are you kidding me? Management is over the moon with your band’s popularity ranking. Sales for their latest album went up by 15% in middle aged women and 3% in college students. You’re even on the Billboard top 100 music charts now.”

The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh honey no of course not. Frankly it's a miracle you made it as long as you had without appearing on the front page of some crappy gossip magazine. This scandal was so mild that it probably helped you. Honestly you just show up a couple times acting like a happy couple and the bad part will be gone, leaving you with all the juicy benefits.”

“Wha…” Julie gaped at the woman like a fish, expression bewildered. If Luke looked hard enough he swore he could see the error message as her brain tried to process being freaked out for nothing. Luke reached out and linked their fingers together, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

“We aren’t in trouble Julie,” he translated for her.

“We aren’t in trouble?” Julie repeated skeptically.

“Look,” the woman leaned forward. “Your brand is defined by keeping your nose clean, not getting involved in anything controversial, being politically correct, and staying appropriate for all ages. All you did was make yourself a little messy, bored housewives and angsty teenagers like messy. And a little messy can also lead to good more messy.”

“Oh,” Julie nodded in understanding. She leaned over to Luke and whispered in his ear, “can you translate?”

“You were a perfect person, now you’re human, and something messy?”

“That’s so stupid,” she hissed, “I’m not perfect at all.”

“I didn’t say I agreed with her,” he retorted.

“Oh, so you don’t think I’m perfect?”

Luke felt the blood drain from his face. “Hold up-”

“And don’t even get me STARTED on Luke,” the woman interrupted him, “nothing is hotter than a heartbroken man.”

“Julie is,” Luke said defensively. Julie blushed and kicked his shin under the table. She still had a pleased smile on his face though, so he figured he was forgiven for earlier.

“Well not everybody is you,” the PR rep reminded him. “People want more of you now, and I have to say this is the perfect opportunity for you to start your solo career. Bobby sent over your rough demo to the big boss and is ready to make a team for you, just say the word.”

“I don’t want to release it now though,” Luke argued, ignoring the quizzical look Julie sent his way. With the argument with Billy, seeing Nick, and freaking out about them getting in trouble Luke had been too distracted to talk to her about it. The three days since recording the demo felt like an eternity ago now.

“Well obviously not now, the demo song isn’t fully edited yet.” The woman rolled her eyes like ‘duh.’ “We want you to announce it on the red carpet when you go to the premiere of The Other Side of Hollywood next week.”

Luke sat in quiet, thinking about what the woman was offering. “Can I have some time? This is kind of a big decision.”

The woman waved him off, “yes fine. We don’t have to announce it at the premiere, but we need your decision by the end of the month.” The end of the month was less than three weeks away, not too much time. The woman turned to her computer and waved them off, “just act like a couple and the scandal blows away. See you at the end of the month.”

As soon as he left the room, he let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding. “That was the opposite of what I expected.”

Julie laughed. “I think all it proved is that we are too goody two shoes to keep up with drama.”

“Maybe we should turn to a life of crime,” Luke suggested, “nothing too bad, just interesting.”

“What, like jaywalking?”

Luke staggered back in exaggerated horror. “I said nothing bad, you monster. I thought it was just a theory that only psychopaths drink black coffee but you just proved it right.”

“My bad,” Julie apologized, “how about cold-blooded murder?”

“Now we’re talking.” Luke smiled at Julie’s exasperated smile, leaning closer to link their hands together. “I got an idea on where you can start actually.”

“Jaywalking?”

“No, murder. You can kill me so I don’t have to go to the premiere of The Other Side of Hollywood.” It had been exciting to write a song for a big budget movie soundtrack, and he was excited to see the film. It was just the whole formal event thing that he wasn’t a huge fan of.

Julie rolled her eyes at her dramatic boyfriend. “It’s not going to be as bad as you think.”

“Wrong, I’ve been told if I want to go I gotta wear a tuxedo. Nobody should be cursed by the sight of me in a tuxedo.”

Instead of replying Julie stopped them in the hallway, turning him to face her and taking a step back. Her eyes trailed slowly up and down his body, her gaze hesitating on his neck, wrists, and lips. Luke felt himself start to flush at her shamelessly checking him out, nervously reaching up to scratch his forearm.

Finally, Julie nodded. “Thought so.” She turned heel and walked away.

“What?” Luke called after her.

Julie turned her head over her shoulder, eyes sparkling mischievously. “That it’s a damn shame you won’t see me in my dress.”

A week later, Luke was wearing the tux.

Unfairly though, Luke turned into a flustered mess once he saw Julie in her movie premiere dress. He struggled to pick his jaw up off the floor as he watched her blue-clothed figure make its way down the stairs. To be fair though, what did one expect him to do when an absolute goddess greeted him casually before leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“We get it,” Reggie sighed, “you two are in love and hot and all single people everywhere hate you. Can you just get in the damn car now, I was promised champagne and pigs in a blanket.”

Luke flushed at being called out by Reggie. He reached out his hand to lock fingers with Julie, helping her get the long dress into the limo. He kept that hand the whole ride, tracing the veins while he pretended he wasn’t staring at her. She could have told him to jump off a bridge that moment and he would have done it.

He wasn’t able to stick with her once they got to the red carpet though. After taking a band group picture she was pulled to the side for solo pictures, flashing an apologetic look their way. Luke knew she felt bad for being more famous than the rest of them but the guys honestly didn’t like the attention fame brought them. The three of them were more than happy to let somebody else be their face and stick to the background. Luke knew Julie couldn’t stand it either, but it was kind of hard to hide while being the lead singer.

He gestured to let her know that they would be inside waiting for her and she blew him a quick kiss goodbye. Luke felt the dopey grin on his face as Alex and Reggie dragged him inside to the party.

“Can we stay here instead of watching the movie,” Reggie mused. Luke couldn’t help but agree with him. There were tables overflowing with food and a champagne fountain in the corner. There were also three separate bartending stations spread throughout the room that Luke was pretty sure were all open bar. Besides, the movie sounded kind of dumb anyway. It was just a drama musical about ghosts haunting the Ritz.

“Guys, we literally helped make the movie,” Alex reminded him. “The man who owns the company who manages us produced this movie.”

“Okay,” Luke agreed slowly, “ counterpoint, Caleb Covington is an ass and we should eat all of his food in silent protest.”

Alex shrugged, “I’m convinced.”

Skipping the movie meant that Luke lost Julie for the duration of the film. He sent a quick text to let her know the others were skipping and she replied that she was going to watch it still. It ended up being nice to goof off with his friends for a while, having hot dog eating contests with overpriced pigs in a blanket just hit different for some reason.

He finally found her again later chatting with a guy Luke didn’t know. The man was wearing a black suit over a low cut flower print button up. His brown hair was tied in a knot at the base of his neck and there was a scar expanding down the side of his face. Luke made his way over to say hi with Alex trailing after him. He started catching their conversation the closer he got.

“It’s not that I’m against dating or hookups, it's just that people my type are usually not interested.” The man shrugged in an ‘oh well’ gesture and took a sip of his champagne.

Julie leaned in close to him. “Well I know somebody exactly your type who would be interested,” she whispered loudly. Luke frowned at the suggestive tone as she went to take another sip of her champagne. He was almost to them now with Alex not far behind.

“Oh yeah,” the man smirked, leaning in closer to her, “and who might that be?”

Oh HELL no, Luke’s inner voice growled. He pulled up next to them and coughed, startling the two out of their exchange. The man took a step back from Julie who just stared at him without moving.

“Luke!” Julie said in an excited tone, a wide smile spread across her face. “I missed you so much. Never leave me alone at a premiere ever again.”

Luke wrapped a possessive arm around his waist, staring at the man in front of him to make sure he was getting the message to stop flirting with his girlfriend. He planted a kiss on her forehead, “I promise.” Julie grinned up at him, her eyes just a little too bright. Looking down at her empty champagne glass he wondered just how many she had already had.

“You look too serious, Willie isn’t serious. Willie is the stunt double for the main character. Willie is a badass. Willie, Willie, Willie.” Julie laughed at some internal joke that he wasn’t privy to. Leaning towards his ear she whispered “Willie’s been keeping me company for you, slacker,” just as loudly as her earlier whisper.

Luke felt a flare of jealousy that his drunk girlfriend was waxing poetic about some guy he had never met while he was right next to her. The flare only fueled at Julie’s loudly whispered confession. He turned a dark stare towards the other man.

“You call it badass, I call it a paycheck,” Willie’s mouth formed a small fond smile at Julie, completely unaffected by Luke’s glare.

“Bad. Ass.” Julie insisted, reaching forward to poke Willie’s chest to enunciate each word.

Willie looked up at Luke in amusement. “Is she always this stubborn?”

“Worse actually,” Alex spoke up. He slid up next to Luke holding his own glass of champagne. The glass looked completely full, and Luke would have bet money that it was purely for show. “She’s easy to distract when she’s drunk so you can just change the subject to start arguing.”

Laughing, Willie turned to face Alex. He opened his mouth to say something but paused halfway through, mouth snapping shut. As the two made eye contact Luke could swear the room got a little quieter. Alex’s smile faded into a small ‘oh’ of amazement as he stared at the other boy while the small smile on Willie’s face stretched out into a crooked grin, eyes crinkling.

“Uh, hey.” Willie broke the silence.

“Hey there,” Alex replied awkwardly.

Luke jumped as Julie poked his side excitedly. “Luke and I gotta got. Alex.”Julie gripped the boy in question’s arm and leaned toward him “You need to take care of Willie, cause he hung out with me all night. I’m drunk so I think I’m not good to take care of him. I couldn’t even take care of a baby.” Julie’s laughter at her own joke quickly transformed into a haunted stare, “my god could kill a baby.”

“Yeah, she’s done.” Luke pulled Julie back to his side. “Thank you for keeping her company,” Luke said to Willie, the words felt like poison in his mouth.

“It was nothing, Julie’s cool.” Willie glanced over for just a moment before turning his gaze back to an oblivious Alex.

“Wait, we can’t leave until Alex promises me,” Julie protested as Luke tried to lead her away.

“I promise I’ll take care of your friend,” Alex’s tone was serious but his lips turned up in a very amused smile.

“I hope you take very good care of me,” Willie mused, casually raising his champagne glass to his lips. Alex turned red as a fire truck and started stammering at the bold flirtations.

And on that note. Luke grabbed Julie and began to lead her away from the pair, his good mood back. He was already looking forward to teasing Alex mercilessly tomorrow. Not to mention the green-eyed monster had calmed down a little now that he knew Willie was gay.

“Alex is so cute and Willie is so cute and they are both so nice,” Julie rambled. Luke smiled down at her in amusement, she always was a happy drunk.

“How did you know Willie was gay though?” He asked, leading her down the hall to the cars. He pulled out his phone to order one of those discreet taxis that usually brought the other drunk celebrities home.

“What?” Julie asked in confusion, “Willie isn’t gay he’s bi. Bi bi birdie.” She giggled. “Willie is so cute.”

The green-eyed monster raised his head again to wink.

+1 The Mother?

Luke was absentmindedly plucking the chords to Flying Solo on his acoustic. He had a flight that morning to Los Angeles, but his anxiety over what tomorrow had in store was making it hard for him to sleep. His plans to relax and spend the day with Julie had only made his nerves worse because she was pissed off at him for seemingly no reason.

So here he was at 2 am, less than three hours until he needed to be leaving trying to figure out what exactly he had done to piss her off.

It wasn’t that he kept the demo to himself, as far as he knew, because they had talked about it already and she said she understood not wanting to say anything until it was official. Luke even gave her permission to listen to it before it was ready. It wasn’t for losing her at the party because he would have gotten an earful the day after. It certainly wasn’t because he had left the toilet seat up in their apartment, he had learned a while ago not to do that.

The only thing he wasn’t sure about was the whole ‘solo career’ thing.

Luke had planned his trip so that he got back to New York the day of the deadline, which absolutely boggled his mind that he only had six days before making such a big decision. He and the rest of the band had discussed it at length, it was the kind of thing that concerned them after all. The other guys had been excited for him and Julie had been as encouraging as ever, talking about all the recognition and fans he would have.

When he thought about going solo though, he thought about how boring it was recording alone in the studio. How great it felt to be a part of the team, to succeed with his favorite people in the world. How much he hated being the center of attention. After talking to them it hit him just how much the idea of doing the music performing thing without them sucked. Luke was never in it for fame anyways, he just wanted to connect with people through music.

Luke told Julie as much in private, that he was pretty sure he wanted to stay with the band but wanted to wait to tell the others. Then he confessed that this trip would decide if he even wanted to release the single at all, since the song was so personal. Julie had patted his hand and given him one of her sad smiles. Since then, the crabby mood.

Hence, the solo career being the number one culprit. There was a thought nagging at the back of his head though, insisting that he give it the time of day. What if Julie wants you out of the band because she’s getting tired of you?

It wasn’t the craziest thing to think about. Julie was meeting amazing people who did amazing things all the time, and Luke knew they all were well aware of how much of a catch she was. People like Willie, her highschool sweetheart Nick, even prince Nikolai of Denmark.What if Julie had realized she was tired of foster kid Luke and his issues and realized she could have a literal royalty.

What if the only reason she hadn’t broken up with him already was that she was too nice? If that was the case, him refusing to go solo would have made her realize it would be basically impossible to escape being around him. Luke felt his stomach churn with anxiety over going home and jealousy.

In Luke’s opinion, it would really suck if his girlfriend dumped him. Especially since part of his reason to go home being that he needed to pick up her mom's engagement ring from the jewelers.

Or maybe she was just stressed because of her Rolling Stone celebrity profile photo shoot tomorrow, and Luke was making up her being mad at him in his head. Luke really hoped that was the case.

As the time neared 3 am, Luke finally accepted that he wasn’t going to calm himself down enough for even just a quick nap. Sighing in resignation, he began fingerpicking notes in random order until something started sounding good. He eventually realized he was humming to himself as he played, no words just a melody.

Lyrics he had written a couple weeks ago drifted in his mind. He had thrown out because they were a little too cheesy and knew the guys would have teased him if they ever read them. They hadn’t even managed to be half a song, so he wasn’t too beat up about ditching it. But now, he was alone and writing songs had always been a good backup to just practicing.

“Step into my world, bittersweet love story 'bout a girl shook me to the core. Voice like an angel I've never heard before. You set me free, me loving you is more than chemistry. I'll hold your music here inside me while my heart is in your hands. Melody and words are all I am, and when I’m with you there’s perfect harmony.”

Luke trailed off and sighed. All the song made him do is think about Julie, which made him sad again. Besides, the song didn’t feel right. He turned to put his guitar on a stand, pausing as he saw the figure leaning against the doorway.

“Julie?” Luke was confused. “What are you doing here?” The studio was a ten minute drive from their apartment, and last he checked she was asleep when he left. His girlfriend was wearing a pair of sweatpants and a band tee and her hair was pulled on to the top of her head in a messy bun. She looked like she had literally rolled out of bed.

“Why are you hiding in the practice studio at 3 am?” Julie raised an eyebrow in challenge.

Luke sighed and looked down at his guitar. “I just needed to think, to clear my head.”

“Why? So you can decide whether or not you’re going to dump me for some girl in LA tomorrow?”

Luke felt his eyebrows rise so high on his face, he was pretty certain they were at his hairline, from his surprise at Julie’s accusation. What the hell was she talking about? Asking if he was going to ‘dump her for some girl’ like he was even capable of noticing somebody other than her. “What are you-”

“Oh I’m sorry,” Julie said in mock remorse, “I forgot I was supposed to play stupid about you pining over some girl named Emily. Silly me, I just got a little upset when you implied the whole point of your super-secret personal trip was to go see your long lost love. You know I have a little difficulty being properly supportive when I’m upset.”

Luke stared at his girlfriend in bewilderment as she glared back at him. Her words were processing slowly in his head, not quite understanding how she got the idea that he was in love with mom. Then it hit, his eyes widened in understanding.

“Oh! You listened to the demo.”

“Yeah,” Julie said icily, “I listened to your love ballad apology.” She looked up at the ceiling and took a deep breath. Luke realized in a start that she looked like she was about to cry. She looked back down at him, face melted from angry to devastated. “You know everything about my exes, you were with me through Nick breaking my heart. Why didn’t I even know about this ‘Emily’ girl? Did you not trust me?” Julie choked and a tear slid down her cheek. “Or did you know that the second I found out about her I would realize you were still in love with her?”

“Julie.” Luke felt his heart drop at the sight of her crying. His movements were so instinctive he didn’t even realize he was going to hug her until he was already doing it. Her body shook as she cried but she didn’t try and push him away. “Julie,” he said gently, “before you get more upset, I need you to remember what my mom’s name is.”

“E-Emily. But why?” Julie froze as she realized, pulling herself away from the hug. She looked up at Luke, tears still on her cheeks. “Unsaid Emily is for your mom.”

“Yes.”

“You aren’t dramatically telling a girl you are still in love with her.”

“Nope.”

“You just wrote a heartfelt emotional song apologizing to your mom.”

“Yes.”

“This trip is for you to go see your parents and try to apologize to them, isn’t it?”

“That’s right.” Julie stared up at him blankly. Luke watched her, waiting for her to say something else. Finally, the girl reached out to smack his arm not ungently.

“You jerk!” She yelled at him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were trying to do that. I would have tried to help you!”

“I know,” Luke sighed, “to be honest, I didn’t want you to come in case I backed out last minute or they rejected me. Cause if you were there, it would be real. And you got that big Rolling Stone article tomorrow, I didn’t want you to cancel.”

Julie’s face dropped into something more sympathetic, reaching out to hold his hand. “I’m sorry. And I’m sorry for accusing you of leaving me for your mom”

Luke let out a short laugh, lacing his fingers with hers. “I can’t believe you thought I would leave you at all though.”

“To be honest if it wasn’t this I probably would have thought it at some point anyway,” Julie confessed with a shrug. “I’ve kind of thought you were getting bored of me honestly.

His eyes widened in surprise. “What could I have possibly done to give you that impression?”

“You want a list?” Julie raised an eyebrow. “I saw the way you kept staring at that fan Lucy. Then you and Carrie were all chummy and went out together the day after my dad’s party without me. And while I was trying to set Willie up with Alex you got all mad at me and possessive over him.” Julie’s shoulders slumped, “I didn’t say anything cause it technically wasn’t cheating I didn’t want you to get annoyed and leave me.”

Luke stared at her sad face in bewilderment before bursting out in laughter. Julie glared at his amusement, “I really don’t know what you found that so funny.”

“Babe,” Luke grinned, “I was staring at Lucy because I was jealous of her flirting with you. At the premiere I wasn’t possessive of Alex, he may have been my ex but he isn’t my very sexy, smart, funny, and talented girlfriend. I was getting jealous because you kept rambling about how awesome Willie was and calling him your night and shining armor.”

“Oh,” Julie’s glare shifted into surprise.

“You’ve been so worried about me getting bored and I was worried about the same thing,” Luke confessed, “I am so completely in love with you and I’m not sure what I would do if you didn’t do the same.”

Julie smiled, stepping into Luke’s space, reaching up to intertwine her hands behind his neck. “I kind of love you too Luke Patterson.” Luke beamed, moving his head down to capture her lips in a kiss, wrapping his hands around her waist.

Julie shivered under his hands, better than any kind of high Luke ever experienced. He smiled at Julie’s little gasp of surprise as he pulled her closer, arching her back to pull him into a deeper kiss. Luke slanted his head in a different angle, humming in contentment.

Julie was the one to break the kiss, still locked against Luke in his arms. “I should make you jealous more often," she gasped against Luke’s cheek, as he kissed the corner of her mouth.

He froze, “don’t you dare.”

She laughed. “Well maybe you should convince me not you,” she teased flirtatiously.

“Well maybe you should marry me,” Luke blurted out.

Mid laugh, Julie’s face froze in surprise. Luke felt his heart start to beat like crazy, instantly regretting his words.

He hadn’t meant to say it like this. His plan was to bring her to her studio at her dad’s place. To tell her how he had realized he loved her the first time she hugged him after they performed, how he realized she was the woman he was going to marry after they wrote Edge of Great at 1 am their senior year. How he wasn’t able to stop smiling for a week when she told him she liked him at graduation. How the past three years have been the happiest of his life.

It was not meant to be blurted out after the two of them just had an argument over whether or not Luke was sleeping with his mom. He didn’t have his ring, wasn’t down on one knee, and definitely looked like crap from not sleeping. Julie deserved better than that. She wasn’t going to say-

“Yes,” Julie blurted out, cutting through his train of thought.

His brain circuited. “What?”

“Yes I’ll marry you, you big idiot.”

Luke beamed, heart soaring with joy. She said yes! He cupped her cheeks and started peppering her face with kisses. He was so happy that he was sure he could fly. Finally, he settled on her lips for a slow sweet kiss.

Once again Julie was the one to separate them, leaning back. “I am so canceling my Rolling Stones shoot.”

Three days later, Luke knocked on the door to a brick house in the suburbs of LA. He started fidgeting nervously, unaware of his fiddling fingers until Julie’s warm and slid into his own. He looked down at their joined hands with a smile, Julie’s mom’s engagement ring catching the light. He could do this, he could do anything as long as she was by his side.

The door swung open to reveal a tired grey-haired woman. Her eyes widened as she saw Luke.

“Hi mom. I’m home.”

#julie molina #luke patterson #alex #Reggie #juke #julie and the phantoms #carrie is just misunderstood I swear #fanfiction #Willex #flynn

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yoon-kooks · 4 years

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The Devil Writes Romance | myg

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, college!AU, fuckboy!AU, fanficwriter!Yoongi

Summary: When you’re assigned to work with Min Yoongi on a final project for your Writing Fiction course, you stumble upon the fuck boy’s secret identity as a sappy fanfic writer. With the heart and soul of an aspiring editor, you’re somehow convinced by the boy himself to help make his fictional romance more realistic and heartfelt. Before you know it, you’ve made a not-so-innocent pinky promise with the devil.

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: mentions of sex :-)

A/N: this is basically a pilot that sets up a lot of plot for a potential series so lmk if you like the idea and would continue reading it as a series! also special shoutout to @chewymoustachio for the love & support 💖

As spring semester comes to a close, your only goal is to make it through finals week unscathed. Like many of your fellow English majors, most of your finals are extensive papers rather than traditional exams. Normally this would not stress you out, but your Writing Fiction course has thrown a curveball your way: half of your grade is dependent on your partner, Min Yoongi.

Personally, you’ve never been a fan of partner or group projects because you always somehow end up with incompetent teammates who either do a half-assed job or ghost you until the day before it’s due. Either way, you’ve learned and become accustomed to relying only on yourself.

However, as your Writing Fiction class has taught you, a writer’s world is not built upon independence. Rather, it’s built upon the opposite. Writers depend on others for support, feedback, and revision. That’s where your final project comes on.

For your final project, everyone in your class signed up for the role of either a writer or editor, and you’ve been randomly paired up with someone who chose the opposite. It’s no secret to anyone that you dream of becoming an editor in the industry. You love the idea of reviewing other writers’ works and providing them with as much feedback and constructive criticism as possible. Naturally, you signed up to be an editor.

As fate would have it, you find yourself paired with the boy who’s pretty much slept with the entire class, including the TA, and allegedly the professor. The only person left unchecked on his list is you. Somehow, you’ve heard more gossip about his sex life than his skills as a writer, which is why you believe you’re fucked for this final.

“Hey, Partner,” Yoongi catches up with you in the hall after class. His signature cedarwood cologne is too heavy to ignore as he strides beside you. “Are you free tonight?”

“To brainstorm some story ideas?” You tilt your head and add an innocent tone to mask the skepticism. Truthfully, you know what he really wants. It’s not your first rodeo.

“I actually already have a story in mind,” he says. “But I was thinking you and I could-”

“What’s the story about?” Because you’d much rather hear about that than one of Yoongi’s many excuses to get in your pants.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” he shrugs as the two of you walk out of the building and into the beaming afternoon sun. You lift an arm to block the light out of your face, only to realize the boy’s shadow blocks it for you. Apparently, there are perks to walking with a buddy after class. “I’ll send you the draft tonight.”

“The professor literally just assigned the project and it’s not due for another week,” you raise an eyebrow. Weird, you’ve never seen a college kid so proactive and eager to get a head start on their final project. Something tells you the boy is just spouting bullshit and telling you what you want to hear. “You don’t have to rush and write all ten thousand words in a single night…”

“Well I don’t have any other plans tonight,” he says. “Unless you want to-”

“Nice try, Yoongi.” You start walking further ahead of the boy. You’re forced to squint as to not be blinded by the sun. “I guess you can have fun writing your story, then.”

“You really know how to play hard to get, Y/N…” Yoongi whines in that raspy voice of his, eliciting the tiniest smirk on your face. You might not approve of his fuck boy tendencies, but you’re also not opposed to teasing him a bit.

“If you really want to impress me, keep your word and send the draft tonight.” You spin around and wave farewell as you battle the sun. “Your editor will be waiting.”

As soon as you arrive home, you realize Yoongi isn’t the only one without any Friday night plans. With nothing to do, a large part of you hopes your partner keeps his promise so you can at least try to be productive over the weekend. But ten thousand words is a lot to write in one night. It’s more than likely that he won’t be able to pull it off.

In an attempt to wind down, you scroll through the blog feeds of your favorite writers. Many of them, such as @suga-fix and @jk-seagull, are college students like you, so you can appreciate all the time and effort they put into their craft on top of their school work. While the fan in you loves to shower them with sweet and supportive messages, the editor in you hopes to one day be able to also provide feedback on a professional level.

At the very top of your feed is a short post from @suga-fix, a romance fanfic writer whom you recently found while scouring the #jiminscenarios tag for something free of smut.

“Does anyone else struggle to ask their crush out or is it just me? Asking for a friend.”

You giggle at the innocent question. In addition to writing the sappiest Jimin fanfics, Suga is known to post snippets of his own nonexistent love life on his blog. From what you understand, he’s a boy who’s never experienced true love firsthand. Recently, however, he’s been gushing over his pretty classmate. You’re waiting for the day when he builds up enough courage and finally lands a date.

Until then, you’re satisfied with reading his ongoing fictional love story featuring the popular idol, Park Jimin, as a struggling romance novelist who finds inspiration in a skeptical wedding photographer. You absolutely adore the story, the characters, and the underlying narrative, but the editor in you can point out an area for improvement: his romance game.

You notice the two main characters lack a certain level of chemistry to get the readers quaking and itching for more. Most of the time, the intimate scenes end with poor Jimin getting friendzoned, which certainly has its charm and humor. But truthfully, you expect a little more love from a romance fic.

You suspect that, to some extent, this is intentional as the characters are the type to dance around intimacy and have pessimistic views on romance overall. However, you also wouldn’t be surprised if Suga’s own personal inexperience with romantic scenarios is what holds him back the most.

After catching up on your socials, eating dinner, and hopping out of the shower, you sit in the darkness of your room and check one more thing before calling it a night. No email, no text, no draft from your partner. Not that you were actually expecting anything, but it would’ve been nice for the fuck boy to prove you wrong.

To be fair, you know how long and painful ten thousand words can be. If Yoongi is in fact sprinting through those ten thousand words and gets them to you by the time you wake up, you’ll consider him a man of his word.

[4:56AM] Yoongi💋 “I emailed you the thing”

[7:24AM] Y/N “Ooh, I’ll take a look 👁👁”

[7:25AM] Y/N “Btw I don’t appreciate you adding an emoji to your contact info on my phone”

After changing Yoongi’s contact name to something more appropriate, you go into your email and find the story draft that the boy had sent at exactly 4:55AM. The word count on the document says 10,382. Not too shabby, Min Yoongi.

You grab your morning caffeine and crack open your laptop to read your partner’s story on the big screen. Right away, you notice the document is titled “Untitled1” which is never a great sign, but you’re willing to forgive him if its content is stellar.

The first thing that puts a smile on your face is the main character, Jimothy. His name reminds you of your favorite idol, Jimin, with a playful touch. He’s the romance novelist who attends his friend’s wedding where he has a chance encounter with a pretty wedding photographer-

Wait. You’re pretty sure you’ve heard this story before. In fact, you know exactly where it came from. You pull up Suga’s Jimin fic and put it side-by-side against Yoongi’s version. While it’s not exactly a copy-and-paste situation, the romance novelist x wedding photographer premise is too similar for it to be a mere coincidence.

At first glance, you find it funny that Yoongi took the time to reword everything to not be caught by the plagiarism police. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he did a quick search of Jimin fanfiction and picked one that was moderately popular but not viral enough for anyone to notice. Jimin fanfic just so happens to be your guilty pleasure, so there’s absolutely no way you’d let a plagiarist slip one past you.

But upon further review, after digesting the entirety of the fic, you find that Yoongi’s flow and choice of words are eerily similar to Suga’s style without recycling a single line. Likewise, you notice the same lack of chemistry in both versions of the story. You suppose this can only mean one thing, and you need to confront him about it in person. Because the last thing you want is for him to ghost you like everyone else you’ve ever worked with.

[8:42AM] Y/N “I just finished looking it over”

[8:43AM] Y/N “Wanna get coffee & discuss? ☕️📖”

[8:45AM] Yoongi🐍 “Oh? I thought you weren’t interested in a date with me 🥺”

[8:46AM] Y/N “Let’s meet in about an hour at the coffeehouse on campus?”

[8:46AM] Yoongi🐍 “See ya there, my editor”

As you stir the oat milk into your second dose of caffeine for the morning, you wonder how you can bring up your suspicions in an appropriate and professional way. Should you confront him about it immediately, gently coax him in that direction, or take a more passive approach to see if he’ll mention it on his own? Because if you’re going to be this boy’s editor, you want to do it right.

“Thoughts?” Yoongi enters the chat with slightly damp hair and an iced Americano in hand. Your only thought in that moment is about how fucking good he smells, even in the presence of the rich aromas of your favorite roasted coffee beans. But you’ll leave those thoughts to yourself.

“My first thought was that you sent me a document titled Untitled1,” you say.

“I have a working title,” he assures you. “But I’m curious to hear what clever titles my editor has come up with after reading through the whole thing.”

“Pink Cheek Syndrome sounds appropriate.” Because that’s the title of Suga’s original fic. It’s also the term coined by Jimothy to describe couples who aren’t as in love as they’d like to believe. It’s a facade to fool everyone, including themselves.

“Great minds think alike after all.” Yoongi leans in to give you a high-five, but you just throw a balled up napkin at his palm. Confess. Just confess already.

“Can I ask what inspired the concept?” You bite your lip. “You don’t strike me as the romantic type.”

“Don’t you ever feel like people get into relationships just for the sake of being in a relationship?”

“Yeah.” All the time, in fact.

“It’s pretty shallow if you ask me,” he says with a nonchalant chuckle, as if he’s not the shallowest person on campus when it comes to established relationships. “PCS is just a commentary on people like that vs people like you and me.”

You and him? You’re not sure you have anything in common with someone who breaks hearts and sleeps around so casually.

“Sounds like something a fanfic writer would come up with.” Because it is.

“Sounds like something a fanfic reader would say,” he throws back at you.

“In fact, there’s a Jimin fanfic I read once called Pink Cheek Syndrome,” you say. The dose of coffee moving up Yoongi’s straw suddenly freezes. “You’re the original writer, right?”

He swallows hard and raises an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?”

“The writing style matches even though you didn’t copy and paste,” you scroll back through Yoongi’s version for reference. “And besides, scrambling to write ten thousand words in one night is typical fanfic writer behavior. A true plagiarist doesn’t know what it means to put those hours in.”

“Nothing gets past your sharp eyes, huh, Y/N…” Yoongi sighs, failing to hide behind his Americano. “I’m equally impressed as I am scared.”

“Wait, so you’re really Suga?” Your eyes widen. Suddenly you’re overcome by a wave of emotions. Excited, nervous, star-struck. But most of all? Confused. “How?”

“Just don’t tell anyone.” He picks up his phone and starts typing away at something.

“I won’t,” you say, also pulling out your phone to check up on the @suga-fix blog. Sure enough, there’s a stream of several new posts from a few seconds ago.

“fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK”

“I feel so exposed 😔”

“Quick, everyone act like this isn’t a fanfic blog.”

“We can pretend to be like a porn blog or smth”

“I can read everything you’re posting, you know.” You show your blog feed to Yoongi, who’s still busy keysmashing. When he finally glances up from his screen to yours, the look on his face is both flattered and distressed.

“You follow me, too?” The boy takes a long sip of his Americano, shifting his beady little eyes and plotting his next move. “What’s your URL?”

“You’re totally going to block me,” you frown. “I already told you, I’m not going to tell anyone…”

As you continue to scroll through Yoongi’s blog, you notice his post is gone from the day before. Perhaps that’s what the boy is desperately trying to hide.

“By the way, is it true that Min Yoongi, resident fuck boy, has a crush on someone?” You get excited because that’s not something you hear everyday. In regards to Yoongi, it’s always been sex, sex, and more sex. He’s notorious around campus for having one-night stands and breaking hearts the morning after. You’d never imagine a boy like him having an innocent crush on anyone.

“Where’d you hear that?” The boy across from you gradually sinks deeper and deeper into his seat every time you open your mouth to expose him further.

“You made a post yesterday about not being able to talk to your crush properly,” you giggle. “It was kind of cute.”

“I was talking about my friend.”

“You can’t fool me, Yoongi. I’m not that oblivious.” You take a sassy sip of your coffee and lean forward. “So who’s your crush? Is it someone in our class?”

“Don’t worry about it, Y/N,” he shoos you away and slides a hard copy of his draft in your direction. “Let’s not get distracted from why we’re really here.”

“Hold it, I’m not just being nosy for the gossip, you know,” you say. “From an editor’s perspective, I think the romance in your story could benefit from you interacting more with your crush.”

For a moment, Yoongi just gives you a look. You can see the wheels spinning in his head. “Well, that person doesn’t seem very interested in me, so…”

“Unrequited love?” you gasp. The plot thickens.

“Yeah,” he chuckles at your enthusiasm. “But you did give me an idea just now.”

You examine his handsome face for a hint of what’s to come. His signature Fuck Boy Smirk tells you he’s up to no good again. “I’m listening.”

“You’re my editor, right?” he asks. You nod. “And your main critique is that I should up my romance game, right?”

You nod again.

“What if you help me make the romance scenes more believable and realistic?” The boy watches as you blink your wide eyes, stunned at his suggestion. You know he doesn’t just mean that from an editorial standpoint. Surely there’s an ulterior motive here. “And before you jump to any conclusions, no, this does not include sex.”

Oh.

You’re reminded that Yoongi doesn’t write smut, despite how much of a fuck boy he is in real life. Because you’re sure he has the capability and personal experience to write some steamy and wild sex scenes. And yet, he chooses to focus on hardcore romance instead, something he himself is much less familiar with. It’s mind-blowing to think that a boy as experienced in bed as Yoongi could be so inexperienced elsewhere.

Why does he write the opposite of how he lives?

“I don’t think that’s how editors work,” you finally respond to Yoongi’s proposal, flipping through his draft and writing in the margins. You have to admit, the boy has a gift. His stories would no doubt skyrocket in popularity if the lovey-dovey scenes could draw out true, raw emotions as though you were there living in those moments. As a reader, you want him to pull at your heartstrings, smash your heart into a million pieces, and slowly put it back together. All of that can be achieved if the writer gets some hands-on experience in the love department. “But I get what you’re saying.”

“So is that a yes or a no?” He sips down the rest of his Americano as you continue to think your decision through.

Given what you know about Yoongi’s track record as a fuck boy, you’re hesitant. But at the same time, the ambitious editor in you knows what you want.

“It’s a yes,” you sigh. “But only if you promise me a few things.”

“Go on.”

“One, you’ll come to me if you’re struggling and need suggestions, advice, or someone to talk to.”

“Easy. You can be my editor-in-chief.”

“Two, if anyone asks, we aren’t dating.”

“Got it.”

“Three, help me study and prepare for the rest of my finals.”

“We can have study dates.”

“And lastly, please don’t sleep with anyone else while we’re doing this thing. Because that would be awkward.”

“Oh? I didn’t realize you were the possessive type, Y/N,” he smirks.

“Not trying to be That Controlling Bitch who forbids you from sleeping around, but I think it would defeat the purpose of what we’re trying to accomplish.”

“But what if this goes on for a while?” Yoongi strokes his imaginary Santa beard. “You expect me to practice abstinence forever?”

“It won’t go on forever, Yoongi,” you giggle at the boy’s silly remark. “Because eventually, you’ll find someone who can bring out those romantic feelings better than our faux intimacy ever will.”

“But you’ll still be my editor-in-chief?”

“If everything works out, then I don’t see why not.” You want to be optimistic about a long-term deal, but you can’t seem to rid yourself of the doubt stuck in the back of your mind. Because humans, not just fuck boys like Yoongi, seem to have a hard time keeping their promises. “I only ask that you don’t break my trust.”

Before responding, the boy meets his eyes with yours. You suppose tender eye contact is a skill he acquired from his flirty lifestyle. You, on the other hand, blink away. Eye contact longer than a glance has always made you feel vulnerable.

“I won’t, Y/N,” he says, coating his raspy voice with a layer of honey. It’s almost as intoxicating as his cedarwood cologne, but that’s another thought you’ll keep to yourself.

You watch as he slides his pinky into view, over the draft and coffees to make it official. After cracking a smile at his childish gesture, you wrap your pinky around his, thus marking the beginning of your deal with the devil.

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #yoongi x reader #btsboulangerie #bts fluff #bts angst #bts x reader #yoongi fanfic #bts college au #bts #bangtan #yoongi #suga #suga x reader #suga fanfic #the devil writes romance

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hannahbee12719 · 3 years

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1997 Awareness Day

At the urging of E @btsarmy9593, I am creating a post of my ramblings concerning the sheer quantity of unnaturally beautiful and talented humans born in the year 1997. I swear the expecting mothers all received some sort of blessing from a higher deity, or there was some sort of magical fairy dust in the water. Whatever the reason is, we decided it should be commemorated.

I will put my ramblings and bigger versions of the pictures below the cut, but here is the collection of beautiful and talented humans to whom I am referring. Feel free to reblog with your own additions/information you’d like! I’m sure there are people and things I missed 😅

I am also tagging Allison @seokjinger-ale because we have discussed this before 😂

How did this all start? I slid into E’s dms asking for A.C.E song recommendations. At one point the conversation turned to A.C.E’s maknae, Chan (cutie pie pictured above), who, you guessed it, was born in 1997! This lead me to pose the question, “What did they put in the water in 1997?!?”

Without further ado…

We start off with the obvious. The one, the only Jeon Jungkook. Wrecker of everyone’s bias lines with his innocent doe eyes and markedly less innocent body proportions. Golden Maknae. Extremely talented vocalist. Dancer extraordinaire. Good at everything he puts his mind to. I know you all know what he looks like, but I feel like we all need this…for science…you know? (Cr. @/fairyprincejk on twt)

Next, we have a whole line of those born in 1997 in Seventeen. From left to right we have Mingyu, The8 (Minghao), and DK (short for Dokyeom, real name Seokmin). Mingyu is a tall, muscular puppy. He’s like the lovable nanny of the group. He has this cute little lisp that I adore. And then there’s, you know, the fact that he looks like that 😍 As for Minghao, his dancing is incredible, his visuals are stunning (see above, need I say more?), AND he can sing. DK is my Seventeen bias so I will do my best not gush on and on about him lol. His vocals are powerful and absolutely breathtaking (not only is he one of the main vocals of Svt but he’s currently reprising his role of King Arthur in the musical Arthur). DK is also the purest ray of sunshine in the whole industry…entirely sweet and funny and loving. Don’t let him fool you though, he’s got muscles underneath those big sweaters and t-shirts he mostly wears and he will catch you off guard 😳

Then we have the 97’s in NCT, Winwin (real name Sicheng) and Jaehyun. I don’t compare idols to one another as a rule, but since most of the people who follow this blog are Army’s I’m using these comparisons for the sake of familiarity. Winwin is his own wonderful, talented self. With that disclaimer out of the way *clears throat*. Like Taehyung, Winwin is stunningly beautiful and endearingly weird. And like Jimin, watching Winwin dance is like experiencing living art. Then there’s Jaehyun. Jaehyun has the dimpled face of a fairytale prince, a voice smoother than honey, and washboard abs. He’s also super sweet and adorable.

Last, but certainly not least, we have Yugyeom of GOT7, Bang Chan (Christopher Bang) of Stray Kids, and Eunwoo of Astro. I’m not as familiar with these three personality-wise, but from what I’ve seen they are well-loved. I know that Chan is a sweet baby angel from all the video clips and things I’ve seen of him. I’m already in love with him and I haven’t even delved that far into Stray Kids (they are infants, Chan is their hyung and I’m not ready to approach them until all their members are at least 21 lol). I’m also in the middle of True Beauty (a kdrama starring Eunwoo) and I’m loving his acting (his face isn’t so bad either 😍).

If you’re reading this, thank you and congratulations! You’ve made it through my crazy ramblings 🤪

Bonus!!

#1997 Awareness Day #this is by far the craziest thing I’ve put together lol #I’m not ashamed lol #sweet mutual 💛#BTS #seventeen #nct #GOT7 #stray kids #astro

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ofieugogyshz · 3 years

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Promo Time? Promo Time!

Hi there! The name's Sarah, and yes, the url is real.

I'm a 30yo aroace enby looking to make more friends in the selfship community! I'd prefer to follow some people closer to my age or older, but I won't dissuade anyone younger from following. This blog is sfw and I do my best to tag anything even mildly suggestive.

Happily married to Champion Lance, and we've been together for, oh.... 18 years now? My first and only major F/O, and I don't feel comfortable sharing him. We can still interact though! And gush about him! I just won't feel comfortable following back if he's a prominent f/o for you. :(

I've got a lot of family f/os! They're almost all my idol kids, saiyan kids, and a few familial ones. My main idol series are love live and utapri! You can see all my kids on my f/o list! (which needs to be updated with the rest of the family, oopsie)

Lastly...

Dni if you're a proshipper, anti-queer, or racist. I feel like that shouldn't need to be stated/be common sense, but it might give others peace of mind to see. I hope no one's been abusing those key words in their promos....

That all said, I hope to make some new acquaintances and friends with this! Feel free to interact any time!

#this is rly long for a promo sorry #some day i'll learn how to be more concise lol #selfship promos #i basically keep writing abouts instead of proper promos LMAO

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honeypwark · 4 years

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[ Signed Up For This ]

↳ Dance The Night Away era

↳ Lily and Jisung go to a waterpark. They argue about Star Wars. Jisung gets hit in the face with a pillow.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“Come on!”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pleeeeeaaassseeee?”

“Noooooooo.”

Lily grabs Jisung’s wrist and start dragging him. Jisung tugs back against her hold but can’t completely stop her.

“Why are you so strong, you’re literally not even a hundred fifty centimeters tall?!” he says, slightly panicked that she’ll fully succeed in dragging him.

Lily whirls around and he manages to take his arm back.

“I am one hundred and fifty three centimeters, thank you very much,” she says indignantly.

They stand there for a moment, neither of them moving.

Lily huffs, “Are you really not going to come with me?”

“That’s for little kids.”

“And?! Harness your inner child!”

When Jisung still won’t budge, Lily sighs. With or without him, she runs off to the splash pad.

Lily and Jisung have come to a waterpark today, driven to their destination by Johnny while he and Yeosu went on a date in a more private (and dry) location due to Yeosu’s popularity. They’d been swimming, going down the water slides and going off the diving board plenty of times. Then the splash pad caught Lily’s eye. She’d been trying to get Jisung to come with her for about five minutes before she gave up.

Despite Lily being quite small, the tallest kid on the splash pad probably only reaches her shoulder. After running under the misting archways a few times, she approaches a large plastic sphere atop a metal pole curiously. She finds that it spins and when she spins it faster, water flings out of little holes all around it. She starts spinning it around and several of the kids laugh joyously and run around her.

After a bit, a little girl takes over, not being as successful in flinging water around but having a grand time regardless. A young boy runs into her as he‘s being chased by his friend.

“Tag, you’re it!” his friend calls, running away a moment later.

Hesitantly, the boys who’d ran into her tags her leg, “Tag?”

“I’m it!” she declares happily, running off to chase the boy’s friend.

Several other kids join in and soon enough, the splash pad is just the arena for a game of moist tag. Jisung watches from the sidewalk. When Lily gets tagged again, she runs off the splash pad and over to Jisung.

She slaps his arm then takes several steps back, “Tag, you’re it.”

Jisung finally relents, a smile breaking onto his features as he chases Lily back onto the splash pad.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

“We can’t be friends anymore.”

“No, listen-“

“No, you’re wrong.”

“I’m just saying-“

“You’re wrong.”

“I am entitled to my own opinion!”

“Not if your opinion is wrong!”

“The prequels are not that bad!”

“Okay, sure, but they’re not the best trilogy.”

“Maybe to you.”

“Jisung, we can’t be friends anymore now that you’ve betrayed me like this.”

“Padmé and Anakin’s love story is so good.”

“Padmé dies!”

“At least there’s no incest in the prequels!”

“Do not speak bad about Carrie Fisher in my presence!”

“Hey. HEY!”

Johnny shouts over Lily and Jisung as they bicker in the backseat to get their attention. They both look at him as he looks at them through the rearview mirror.

“I’ll stop driving you two places if you don’t stop arguing.”

The two teens fall silent and look out their respective windows.

Yeosu laughs from the passenger seat and takes Johnny’s hand, “Calm down, papa bear.”

“Sorry, that was an empty threat,” Johnny says.

Empty threat or not, Lily and Jisung don’t talk much more on the rest of the fairly lengthy drive back to Seoul, both tired from the day they spent at the waterpark. Lily drifts off at some point, fast asleep by the time Johnny’s parking in front of Dream’s dorm building. The sun has set and the sky is dark.

Jisung unbuckles before he notices Lily is asleep, using her towel as a pillow pressed against the door.

Yeosu hits Johnny’s arm lightly and gushes, “Look at her! She’s so cute.”

“You know she’s not your actual kid, right?”

“Seeing as I was eight when she was born, yes, I do now that.”

Jisung shakes Lily awake, “Hey, we’re back.”

“Ugh, I feel like I was just hibernating,” Lily whines while rubbing her eyes.

Jisung laughs and tugs her out of the car. He leads her over to the sidewalk. They both say goodbye to the older idols, Johnny not driving away to head to Yeosu’s apartment until they’re both inside the apartment building. An elevator ride later, they find the other Dreamies sprawled out in the living room watching the ending of a Disney movie.

“Hey,” Jisung calls out to them.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“How was it?”

“Did you have fun?”

“Hi, hi, good, and yes,” Jisung answers.

“You look about ready to pass out, Lily,” Jeno laughs.

She points finger guns at him, “I am.”

The boys all laugh.

Jisung puts a hand on her back to direct her toward the bathroom, “You shower first.”

After getting her overnight bag from Jisung and Jaemin’s room, she showers. Upon exiting the bathroom, Jisung entering quickly after her, she sees the other boys have cleaned up the living room and gone to bed themselves. She dries her hair then sits on the couch to wait for Jisung, curling up against one of the arms. She accidentally fell asleep again, which is where Jisung finds her after he’s showered.

“Jina.”

Jisung crouches down and shakes Lily’s leg.

“This isn’t a bed.”

Lily groans.

“Jina, I don’t want your members to get mad at me because I let you sleep on the couch.”

“I just won’t tell them, it’s fine.”

“Would you just move to my bed? Then you can go to sleep.”

“Mm.” She rolls her head up to look at Jisung, “Carry me.”

Jisung sighs, “You’re so high maintenance.”

“You signed up for this.”

“Did I?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think I did,” he says, sliding his arms behind her back and under her knees to lift her off the couch.

“You should have read the fine print of our friendship contract.”

“There was no friendship contract.”

“Oh? But wasn’t there?”

“I hate you.”

Lily giggles tiredly.

Jaemin looks up as Jisung kicks the bedroom door the rest of the way open.

“Wow, look at prince charming over here.”

“Shut up, hyung.”

“Yah, respect your elders.”

“Did you just admit to being old?” Lily asks.

She catches Jaemin’s offended expression right before Jisung starts unceremoniously trying to shove her up onto the top bunk.

She grabs onto him, afraid he’ll drop her, “Stop- Stop it! Just put me down!”

Jaemin laughs as Jisung sets Lily on her feet.

She huffs and straightens out her shirt, “Thank you. You’re free to go.”

“As you wish,” Jisung says, bowing exaggeratedly.

“Don’t quote The Princess Bride at me!” Lily scolds him, kicking him in the butt as he hurries to leave the room.

Lily shuts the door behind him then grabs one of the pillows from the top bunk, not climbing up yet. She goes to stand with her back against the wall by the door.

Jaemin looks at her, “What are you-“

“Shh!”

The door opens and Jisung enters, “Jina, I need a pillow-“

Before he can finish his sentence, Lily smacks the pillow she’s holding in his face. She lets go of it and scrambles up the ladder to the top bunk.

“I thought you were tired,” Jisung accuses her, snatching the pillow up off the ground.

“I am.”

She flops down and shoves her face in the remaining pillow. Jisung scowls at her then leaves with the weapon Lily had attacked him with, having gotten what he’d came for, if not in the way he was expecting.

“That’s real friendship right there,” Jaemin says as Lily gets situated.

“What’s the point of friends if you can’t smack them in the face with a pillow every once in a while?”

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neo-shitty · 3 years

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toffee!

hehe glad i could make you laugh, oooh that sounds awesome! yeah id love to be tagged it sounds great :)

YES the differences are so fucking weird. like, they do know they're the same age right? i feel like its just an exagguration of how much the persons role in the group matters, like we see chan being held up as such a mature, old leader while jungkook who is literally the same age, is still babied etc. like enha hyung line is basically the same age (if a bit younger) as chenle and jisung but somehow the rules are different?? as you point out, still legal but still bizarre. hehe yeah, i mean where else are we going to rant? quora lol. mmm, hopefully more people can just write less smut abt people who are barely adults

ah, no prob it didnt take long. yeah i think thats right (i keep forgetting you know my url lol) mmhmm :( i think if that happened irl there would be some major trauma going on. knock wood it never happens to you or me lol (/hj)

hehe same! oooh glad Redemption For Cheese was realised! yess we cant rllycomplain that theyve written/produced too much good music lol. yeah, ive dragged him into being a stay so *dusts hands off* mission accomplished. mmm yeah, they tend to have a certain vibe but tbh it couldve worked if they were any other group but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ahh ur one step ahead of me on the stages of listening to ssick i think, still not convinced but thats okay! hehe, it had to be said. yesss the itch in the back of my brain is very satisfied by sorry i love you, felixs vocals deserve to be appreciated! (side note i feel like hes trying to sing more like his speaking voice, sorta husky, but tbh i wouldnt be mad if he sang like in glow, his sweet honey vocals made my life lol. but i think ive heard him say he doesnt like singing like that cos it makes his normal voice less husky, so what can you do)

> YES SOMEONE SAID IT. seungmin rap KING, he sped thru that rap like it was nothing, he deserves more rap lines. i do like how they gave minho some melodic rap lines this comeback, my guy deserved to show off those skills that made him not be eliminated (flashbacks to stay collectively wanting to murder jyp) and we already know changbin can sing, my man murdered masked singer. hyunjin can obviously sing as can jisung and felix, and i want to hear chan rap more! i feel like he started as part of 3racha (as a rap unit not producing) and then just became a vocalist (which im fine with, but it could be nice to hear him flex his rapping skills) and was partially replaced by hyunjin. anywayyy

back to album talk. lmaooo sad music to twerk to PERFECTLY describes silent cry. yes secret secret is and will always be, a masterpiece. hehe glad i could make you laugh :) i just felt like they have similar vibes. putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised. oh my beloved track, red lights. ahh thats okay, we can have different opinions, but by god the lyrics are *chefs kiss*. *banging on table* TWISTED AU TWISTED AU TWISTED AU. yess id love to see ur take on it! sdfghjkl it would have been glorious

no no! not stupid, just able to predict my brainwaves. ooooh thats so cool! makes me want to go there (wherever there is lol) yeah the waves are pretty good here, but none of my familys a surfer, so we dont rlly enjoy the full potential lol. YES moving on to gone away, it is indeed a heartwrenching track, but the vocals and the bloody key change? makes me want to brave being sad just to listen to it. mmm yeah, good point :( i feel like ive just gotten used to overthinking so much so that it doesnt matter what mood im in, ill do it anyway, so might as well just do what i feel like doing anyway.

yeah i think ur right! it is quite comforting knowing that all the tracks will get the love they deserve. i feel like also people assume kpop is just one genre which is utter bs. there are so many different vibes and feels and songs, i couldnt get into kpop (of which i thought only the bright cheerful present day bts stuff existed smh) until i heard gods menu so... idk where i was going with this but yeah. :)

YES FUCK YG, theyre literally on the brink of being kicked out of the big three and they are holding their salvation hostage without letting them do ANYTHING. idek what thought process goes thru their minds but arghhh its so infuriating. yess lisa's cb will be awesome but ot4 is the gold standard here.

hehe, glad u could get to this point. no no! u dont sound like a cult member at all lol yeah, i loooove some of their songs but the whole 23 members thing is getting to me. thats prob a common problem with nctzens but what can i say? im a simple girl with a limit to how many korean boys i can give my money to. atm im just trying to get into ateez and finish memorising enhypen's faces. also kard is kinda sucking me into their fandom atm, as well as eric name lol. ah what can you do? ooh thats good!

hehe i love it too! its exactly like online penpals, that was rlly well put. aww ty! hmm im okay, recovering from a bad case of rsv so thats fun. im doing okay mentally, starting therapy soon (after having to convince my mother that its not just smth i can brush off). physically i wont go into, basically i should be doing stretches to help but they dont completely fix it so my lazy ass doesnt do them, plus i got told recently im going to be stuck with this condition for the rest of my life so thats fun! ah, before you type smth dw abt me ill be fine. the weather atm is cloudy but warm, its been raining on and off today which is good for the garden. uhh i just finished reading sunburnt veils and im in the middle of prom theory which is rlly good. ummm ive got a concert tonight? that i may or may not be able to sing in (bc of the whole rsv thingo) and uhhhh idk. my dog is cute? im drinking tea rn? ive got a school dance coming up?

wbu? hows ur day going, how are you? whats the weather like on ur end? done anything interesting lately? found smth that makes you rlly happy? just any random thing youve been dying to tell someone?

no no! dont apologise, i love these exchanges. i think im happy to continue them for a long time :) on the other hand, if you get tired of them, feel free to just not answer at any time. goodness gracious this was a long ask haha hope it isnt too annoying

<3 w.a. 🐺

sorry it took me a bit to reply, i was fixing my theme ;n;

yeah, i figured it was because of the roles too. my friends and i still get taken aback when 3rd gen idols are the same age as 4th gen ones. in my head it doesn't add up sometimes. PLS THE RANT AT QUORA SKJDK tbh tho it's just going to be normalized as the years pass? esp that the boys are growing older and the amount of explicit fics will just increase. i might have to start blocking tags.

i had to look up the previous ask to remember what we were talking about xd i hope the events in champagne problems never happens to anyone. realistically, it probably happens a lot. damn i really won't wish that pain on anyone. dragging your brother into being a stay i whEEZED JFKSA additional noeasy music enthusiast o.o and ALL I CAN SAY WITH YOU GUSHING ABT FELIX IS AHA WHIPPEEEED OML can't blame you tho, i also want to hear felix sing more in other shades (if that makes sense HAHA) i really hope they'll do the role exchange in the next comeback :( or like in the near future bc i know they can do it :( the day i hear seungmin rapping it i will respectfully pass away. minho was given more lines this comeback thank fUCK i could rmb my irl being vocal abt her frustration. i don't get why minho barely has center time/lines in title tracks??? like the line distribution in the past eras just made me ???? if seventeen can balance lines with 13 members why cant a group of 8 do the same? moving on. i haven't watched the stray kids show simply bc i don't want to cry HAJS but i've seen clips. imagine if skz debuted without minho and felix?!?!? i rmb another irl catching bias feels towards changbin bc of the masked singer only to find out that the man's a rapper. i love how skz's vocals were highlighted this comeback :c there were a lot of mellow tracks! i find it cute when chan sings/raps bc it gets kinda obvious that he's a foreigner? the accent (im not even sure if it's the accent) it just shows. "putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised." CORRECT.

abt the twisted au o.O i'll inquire my irl if she wants to write it or not. if she doesn't want to, i'll do it. i miss writing twisted aus <3___<3 and i also miss going to the beach with my friends :' ) but it's starting to get cold here and i don't think i'll be able to enjoy the beach as much as i would if i went beaching in the summer. so maybe next summer? gone away really has an sm-ballad vibe. the thing about skz being a self-producing group, their songs don't sound like typical jype songs? and i just appreciate that bc in all honesty im not a fan of jyp groups at all. PLS the overthinking. i wish i could mute overthinking.

anyone who assumes kpop is just one genre obv hasn't listened to a single track. if kpop was just one genre why do i like some tracks more than the others??? oh you've only recently become a kpop stan? tbh im not a fan of the bright songs of bts either. i liked their older ones *chefs kiss* really matched high school vibes. yg has good artists and they're just wasting the talent ~.~ that strategy they have will get tiring eventually. people will stop waiting on blackpink and move on to newer more active groups ://

HAHAHAH yeah the 23 members is pretty overwhelming! it was the reason i didn't bother stanning before quarantine started. i don't regret stanning tho, met my ult bias in that group <3___<3 i don't really purchase albums unless i like the tracks xd ohhh getting into ateez just in time for the comeback! let me know what you think about them! i was fond of them at some point but grew out of it. good luck with memorizing enhypen! it took me a while to distinguish to people there XD i haven't checked out kard yet but chan plays their songs during lives and they're sexc hype music me likey *u*

i had to look up rsv im sorry. i'm glad you're recovering! please rest more and don't stress yourself out. bro i wish i could go to therapy too bc i have weird issues i can't justify and i need a professional to tell me what's the reason behind it. stuck with what condition btw? what happened? i'm sorry in case i just forgot. yesterday was a bit rainy for me too :(( it's not the type of rainy that makes me anxious so B) oh concert! good luck and i hope you'll be able to sing but i also don't think it's best for you rn :c what's your dog's breed? and yes i just finished drinking tea too. AAAAA i miss school dances :(( the last one i was supposed to have was cancelled bc of covid.

i was less productive today and i'm teetering between being mentally stable and becoming a hermit again. i'm anxious with a lot of things atm so like : D not the best state. today it was a bit sunny but not hot hot which was nice. i changed my theme today bc i couldn't wait for sept. 1st. and no i haven't found anything that makes me happy HAHAHA shit like that's hard to identify. don't have anything to say too, i'm just thinking about why i'm procrastinating too much atm T_T and i'm listening to this rap song atm and one of the rappers sounded like han.

it isn't annoying! i enjoy the long exchanges but i do admit it takes me awhile to type down a reply. so if i get more busy, it'll prolly take a bit longer for me to reply.

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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indigocloudofnarcolepsy · 4 years

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I got tagged by @tough-girl9 to list my top 7 comfort films which turned into a top 8

I'm more of a comfort song type, so that was a tough (girl) one

1.: Treasure Planet

I adore this movie! I loved it when I was smaller and I love it now. The only reason I didn't watch it to death was the fact that I lost the DVD. It's gorgeous and although the main premise is space pirates thanks to the focus on the characters it feels grounded and easier to relate to or to feel simpathy towards them. Besides Jim Hawkins being a childhood crush I could always relate to him. The feeling of being lost, aimless and the words

"- I can't watch you throw away your future like that!

- What future?"

always spoke to me. It's not an edge and teen angst fest tho, John Silver and his speech is both in character and always chokes me up and gives me hope that there are pathes that could lead to the future I want and that I wasn't abled to see.

It's the perfect movie for those who feel lost or confused and want to sail to far away planets from their current situation, those who want to be understood and given hope to.

(I could gush about the art and animation and characters for hours, but this is not the time)

Amazing background music and the songs fit well with the steampunk-ish style of the movie

2.: Ratatouille

A family classic. We even have the ps2 game and it's one of those rarities which my family could watch anytime. Besides being beautiful and having a 10/10 aesthetic (and a huge dose of food p0®π) it's a grounded movie.

The premise is as feaver dream-y and goofy as it gets. A rat learns english (or french? The movie takes place in Paris but it's either confusing or I'm just a dum dum) and thanks to an imaginary friend version of his chef idol ends up in his restaurant and makes a deal with the garbage boy of whom the chef thinks can cook and reluctantly agrees give him another chance to make the soup that was actually made by (fixed by) the rat aka Remy. So the boy Linguini and Remy has to team up where it seems like Linguini is making the soup but he is actually in Remy's control.

But the movie is actually about being an artist and coming from an unexpected place and being surrounded by people who don't support you or believe in you even if they were just trying to protect you or think that it's the best for you.

Fellow artists could definetly appreciate the movie. Whether you croche, draw, animate, sculpt, dance, act or do any kind of art I would absolutely recommend.

Le Festin is great and is on loop during dinner

Warning: get food ready because you WILL get hungry. Even if it's just bread this movie will make it taste like garlic bread just you wait

3.: Strange Magic

It's one of the controversial ones. Not everyone likes it and a lot hate it but that's okay.

It's one of those films where either you praise it to death or wonder which deeper layer of hell did it crawled out of. There is no in between. I'm one from the first category. Even my IT teacher called it a classic and I roped most of my friend group into the SM cult.

It has a certain tumblr aesthetic and feels like a fanficrion the best way possible. One of those where altho something unsuspected happens it's written well, the characters are in character it's finished and the grammar is proper as well.

It's a jukebox musical which is one of my fauvorite kind of musical, the covers are amazing and damn they can change up the originals songs aesthetic to it's opposite so damn well (Trouble - Elvis Presley)

It centers around love and I ain't no shipper nor romantic but even I was gushing over the main couple which is spoiler alert so that's all you get

I absolutely adore how the characters express themselves with their wings and body! I'm all about feelings and expressions!

So try it out and even if you don't like it you're allowed to stop. And if you like it: welcome to the fandom in this house we respect Marianne, the Bog King is a snack and must protect Dawn at all cost!

(this is a pick me up movie for me the other two more of a shoulder to cry on)

Speaking of crying

4.: The Little Prince

Not gonna lie I was extremely suspicious of this movie. I immediately categorised it as a cheap cash grab which only use sonething known and beloved because it's known and beloved so people will buy.

I expected the Emoji Movie, I got the LEGO Movie.

This movie. Hoo boy, this movie. You know, it's nothing, I only cried 4 times after all!

It's so respectful towards the material it's given. So heartfelt and creative and artistic! It's the Little Prince sequel that fits well in modern times.

In this film the Little Prince is a story that an old man tells his new young girl of a neighbour. Both of them needed a friend and it's one of those unexpected duos where the girl is forced to be mature way too early and the man is way too childish so they balance each other out and the man gives the girl (I can't remember their names god damn it) the breath of fresh air she needed.

This movie is so damn cute! I mentioned a shoulder to cry on movies and pick me up movies, this one is both! It's a bittersweet dream!

You are going to cry. So get ready.

5.: Hunchback of Notre Dame

Oh man oh God oh man oh God oh man

I'm obsessed with this movie (and musical)

It's dark and mature and definetly a-shoulder-to-cry-on movie. I love and relate to Quasimodo. Altho I'm not deformed I was always the weird girl everyone picked on and hated and I still can't understand why. I think I'm a perfectly normal person but when my mom calls me a freak/eccentric behind my back and my aunt gives me a gift with the words "since you looked nothing like the other girls on your prom..." I... I'm just more confused honestly. I'm always so damn tired and basically a hermit so thanks to that Out There hit way too close to home.

Esmeralda is a 10/10 role modell. She is a beautiful soul inside and outside. And she's romani. Which is the most hated minority in my country.

The movie deals with lust, abusive and manipulative parents, racism, religion, "ugly"ness, lonelyness. These might sound repelling but to see something similar happen to you/a character looking/being/sounding like you is worth more than life, honestly. Unless you can live through this kinship with a character, you have no idea how needed this is.

(I cried so hard watching The Grinch (2018) since I used to have Panic disorder and I'm an anxious person to see him being scared the way I do and to fiddle with his fingers and think like I do was the most comforting thing I felt in my life)

This movie is so damn gorgeous. I know I said that to almost every movie in this list but this is a biblical epic gorgeous. And of course, Hellfire is THE best Diney villain song FIGHT ME I'M RIGHT

The musical is even darker and more serious but damn it's worth a watch. It's on youtube.

6. Brother Bear

This movie is *drumroll* gorgeous. Each movie on this list is gorgeous in different ways. This is nature-gorgeous.

Pick me up movie, definetly. It's mostly adorable but they tap into some meaningful things and there are tragedies happening, my dude!

Like Hunchback of Notre Dame the main subject is "who is the monster and who is the man?". This movie shows some perspective, I tell you!

7.: Coco

I know the hungarian translation by heart

It's very family oriented, so if you don't have any or have a bad realtionship with it, this movie will give you a heartache

This movie takes place in Mexico and explores parts of mexican culture.

I adore and am interested in different cultures, folklore, tradition and religion so I was head over heels really quick with this movie!

Gorgeous imagery and music. Heartfelt, that last Remember Me WILL get you

8.: The Croods

Y'ALL

I know, it looks like a movie that made only for kids. But dude! It's about family, change and how people deal with it. It takes place in an alternative world, where animals we know are mixed together (MOUSELEFANT!! CROCO DOGGO!!) the most adorable way possible and it takes place in prehistoric times.

Oh god, this movie is full of feelings and gorgeous imagery! Pick me up, definetly! Of course, it's full of jokes but they are so witty to me!

Sorry, I got impatient by the end of it

I would tag people if I would know anyone well in this site. The 2 people I want to tag: is already tagged me and the other one is probably too busy

#treasure planet #ratatouille #strange magic #the little prince #the hunchback of notre dame #hunchback of notre dame #brother bear #coco #pixar coco #the croods #top 7 comfort movies #comfort movies #my comfort movies

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chickensarentcheap · 4 years

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Sanctuary - Chapter 6

Warnings: some fluffy, domestic Tyler ;)

Tagging: @valkyrie-of-the-light, @alievans007, @c-a-v-a-l-r-y

When she arrives home at four, she finds her entire family -minus Ovi- fast asleep in the backyard hammock. Tyler with one leg hanging over the edge, Millie tucked under one arm and Tanner under the other, and TJ on top of his chest with his head tucked under his dad’s chin. He is completely at peace; this man that has seen so much, done so much, survived so much. His features soft, body fully relaxed, a gentle smile playing on his lips. Utterly relaxed and content, surrounded by the little human beings that he had had a role in creating. It was a realization that he remained in awe of even now. Maybe because he didn’t feel as if he deserved that kind of love; these innocent and pure beings who idolized him and loved him unconditionally. Or maybe because he had a hard time believing that someone like him could create something so beautiful. Not once, but four times. He had once told her, just after Declan was born, that his children were the greatest gifts that anyone had ever given him. And he’d sat there with his minutes old son in his arms, tears in his eyes, thanking her for him. For giving them -as a couple- a chance. For giving him a life that he could be proud of.

“You make me want to be a better man,” he’d admitted, and she’d never heard a more sincere and beautiful compliment in her entire life.

And now here he was, this big, strong man covered in tattoos and scars, out like a light while cuddling the gifts that he treasured so much.

She can’t resist taking a picture with her cell phone. Quickly sending a copy of it to Nik with the words: this is how a total bad ass spends his day off. Then she leaves them, carrying the baby on her hip into the house and laying him down for a nap. Mac is right by her side; watching every move she makes as if to let her know that that his little human and he’s in charge of making sure everything is done right. And to make sure Declan is protected. And when she leaves, the puppy is yawning loudly and curling into a ball at the side of the crib, ready for his job as nanny.

She relishes the time in a quiet house; not screaming of fighting children, no teething baby whining and crying, no hammering and drilling and whatever noise accompanies reno work. Just the gentle hums coming from the central air and the refrigerator, the chirping of the birds gathered in the surrounding trees, the slow boil of the kettle. There is rarely a moment without chaos in their home; a puppy and four kids and a husband that can’t sit still makes for very entertaining times. So she enjoys every possible second, sipping tea as she leans stomach first against the kitchen island, thumbing through flyers and a stack of bills, doodling on a pad of paper that she’d meant for a grocery list, but can’t be bothered to do the actual work.

The sliding door opens and Tyler steps in, barefoot, yawning loudly and wiping sleep from his eyes.

“Well holy shit,” she grins. “Sleeping beauty awakes. Look at you with your fancy new hair cut, looking sexy as fuck. And it isn’t even my birthday.”

“Early Christmas present. They wanted to shave my beard off, but I told them you’d file for divorce if I walked into the house clean shaven.”

“Never mind divorce. I think that’s grounds for justifiable homicide,” she teases, as he lays a hand on her hip and leans down to kiss her in greeting. “Very nice,” she gushes, and brushes the wayward strands out of his eyes.

“Your daughter says it looks weird.”

“She’s five. This is a kid that puts mayo and peanut butter together. Now that’s weird. Seriously baby…” she runs a hand through his hair. “…you kind of make me wet.”

He grins. “Doesn’t take much, does it.”

“You seem to have a very odd effect on my insides,” she confirms.

“Odd as in bad, or…”

“Odd as in good. Very good,” she fists the front of his t-shirt and pulls him down into a longer, more intense kiss. And his hands move from her hips to her ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he pulls her flush against him. “Hi, by the way,” she says when they final part.

“Hi,” he presses his lips to her temple and then moves towards the fridge. “So, how’d it go?”

“With my mom or with Jennie? Because both were very…interesting…to say the least.”

“Start with the worst one first. What kind of mood was the Wicked Witch of the West in today?”

“While she was three coffees with baileys and about two gin and tonics into things when I got there. Not that it mellowed her out at all. She was her usual self.”

“Bitchy?” he pulls a beer from the fridge and shuts the door with his hip, twisting off the cap as he joins her at the island, small of his back at the edge of the granite.

“I was going to say catty and miserable, but okay. By the way, talk around the Thanksgiving dinner table may get X rated this year. I told her that we were having a lot of sex.”

He grins, the bottle of beer pressed to his lips. “Well you weren’t lying, so…”

“She had the nerve to bitch at me for not losing all the baby weight. Excuse me? I’ve had four kids in the span of five years. Am I already supposed to be a size three? For one, I’ve never been that small. Ever. Second, I’m still trying to feed a ten-month-old and I’m sorry if I have to eat extra so I make extra for him. Have you seen how much your son can drink?”

“He probably doesn’t even really want the milk. He’s just a boob guy.”

“Oh great. Add to the list of things that make him even more like you. But can you honestly believe her? Ragging me about my weight?”

“Who gives a shit. I think you look amazing. Who cares what she says?”

“She just drives me absolute bat-shit insane. She can never just compliment someone and be a decent person. She has to always get in those little cheap shots that make me want to punch her in the throat. And I know I shouldn’t be saying that about my own mother, but…”

‘She’s your mother but she isn’t a mother,” he reasons. “Because no mother talks to her own child like that. Just because she’s your mother, does not mean you have to take her shit. Just tell her to fuck off. I’ve told her. Which is probably one of the many reasons she hates me.”

“She doesn’t hate you. She just doesn’t know you. And for some stupid ass reason, she won’t be bothered to even try.”

“Why stress about it? I don’t. Let her see the kids. Let her be a grandma. I don’t need to like her or spend time with her.”

“But it would make things a little easier if you did,” Esme points out. “Which isn’t your fault, by the way. She totally caused all of this. And can you believe she still talks to my ex? After everything he’s done? Like, what the hell? And she had the nerve to give him my phone number and our address so…”

Tyler frowns. “She did what now?”

“Something about how he wants to make amends or some bullshit like that.”

“So she just up and gave him our address? So your ex husband…who is a narcissistic, abusive prick…actually knows where we live? Where our kids live?”

“He’s definitely a narcissistic, abusive prick, but he’s not a homicidal maniac. It’s not like he’s going to come here and hurt the kids.”

“I don’t want him coming here at all. Why would I want your ex husband coming here where you live with your current husband?”

“Current? You make it sound like there’s going to be others.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. But why would I want him coming here? This is our life. Not his. What if my ex wife showed up out of the blue? You’d flip your shit. And I’m not saying that’s wrong. Because you’d have every right to. Or any of my exes for that matter. Would you want them just showing up?”

“Well Nik just comes by whenever, so…”

“Nik is not an ex. By any stretch of the means.”

“Wasn’t she a booty call? Ex booty call?”

“That was a long time ago. Last time that happened was a year before you and I met. Technically she’s my boss, so I have to answer when she comes over or calls me. And why are we even talking about Nik? What does Nik have to do with your ex husband being a raging asshole?”

“I honestly didn’t think you’d get this worked up about it,” she admits.

“I don’t like people just coming around my kids. Our kids. You know that. Didn’t we just have to explain this to Ovi last night?”

“This isn’t someone from your past that wants revenge. This isn’t someone whose toes you stepped on and now they want to get back at you. He’s an idiot, but he’s not a psychopath that’s out to hurt children.”

“Okay, so he’s not a psychopath. So after everything he’s done what does that make him? A sociopath?”

“Look at you,” she teases. “Bringing out the big words.”

He scowls.

“You’re not pissed off that he knows where we live. You’re not even pissed at all. You’re jealous.”

He gives a derisive snort. “What’s there to be jealous about? I’m the one that’s married to you now. It’s my bed you’re in every night.”

“You…” she stands in front of him, plucks the bottle of beer from his hand and takes a swig. “… hate the idea of there being men in my past.”

“I know there’s men in your past. It’s not like I was your first. You were married before me. I think that’s a sign that there were guys before me.”

“But you hate it. Don’t you. You can’t stand thinking about me being with anyone else. It just pisses you off when you think about it,” she holds the beer behind her back when he reaches for it. “Admit it. You can’t stand the thought of another guy touching me and kissing me the way you do.”

He gives a cocky smile “No guy can kiss you and touch you the way I do.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that. But you’re seriously upset about this, aren’t you. You really don’t like thinking about it.”

“I really don’t like thinking about it,” he admits, and reaches around her to grab the beer. “There. You happy? Now you know my weakness. I hate thinking about you being with other people. It pisses me off. And now one of these people are going to just show up on my doorstep. So yeah. I’m a little upset.”

“Awww…baby…” she moves closer, standing between his thighs. “…I like this side of you. The one that lets me know I’m not just the maid and the cook and the baby maker.”

“You’re more than that,” he says. “A lot more than that.”

She kisses him, long and slow and soft. Her arms around his neck and her nails scraping against the edge of his hair line where the strands are the shortest. Then lays her head against his shoulder, both of his arms loosely circling her waste, the beer bottle cold against the small of her back.

“So how’d the other thing go? With Jennie?” Tyler had met her once; when G had brought her to a team get together to announce that he was getting married. It felt like a lifetime ago. Two years before he and Esme met. Twenty-four months before everything went to shit and G lost his life in that Bangladesh forest.

“She’s still having a really hard time,” Esme sighs, her cheek still resting against his shoulder. “All of his things are still there. His clothes are still in the closet. Like he’s just going to walk through the front door one day. It’s been five years. But to her it might as well been just five days ago. It hurts my heart. Seeing her like that.”

He presses a kiss to the side of her head, tightens the hold around her waist.

“I felt so stupid. Standing there not knowing what to say or do. What is there to say? I’m sorry? That just seems so…trivial. What does saying sorry even do? Nothing. All it does is show that I’m a total moron when it comes to these kinds of things.”

“You’re not a moron. Far from it. She was probably just happy to have someone there to talk to.”

“She seemed happy at first. Relieved. But then she just got angry. At me for not staying with him in the forest. At Nik for getting him mixed up in such a huge mess. At you for surviving. I tried telling her that I understand why she’s angry. I was angry for a long time. I mean, I know it’s not the same. You survived. And it hurt. That she’s actually mad about that. That I’m not feeling the same kind of grief that she is.”

“It’s not a personal thing, babe. She’s just hurting. She’s angry, like you said. People say shit when they’re angry. And she’s right. I shouldn’t have survived. But I did for whatever reason. I’m still here. Somehow.”

“Thank god for the miracle of modern medicine,” she declares, but sniffles against him.

“Hey…hey…don’t…” he tangles his fingers in her hair and gently pulls her head back, so she is looking at him. “…we agreed that this was over. That we were never going to talk about it again. As soon as we left Dhaka that second time, it was behind us. So don’t do this. Don’t go back down that road. Because it’s dark and it’s fucking hard and nothing good will come from it.”

“She was just so angry. At all the wrong people. Doesn’t she realize I get it? I’m not the enemy. I start worrying the second Nik calls. And then I worry more when you walk out the door. I worry every time you call to check on us that it’s the last time I’ll hear your voice. And I worry that I won’t see you walk back in the door.”

“I know,” he presses a kiss to her forehead and then pulls her into him, a hand on the back of her neck. “I know you do.”

“I just want this to be over. I just want this to all be behind us. I just want you home. For good. No more jobs.”

“One more year,” he promises. “Then I’m all yours. Then we live a normal life. Whatever normal is. Our version of normal.”

“You better not die on me, Tyler Rake. You have twelve months to get through. You better not make it to eleven months and twenty-nine days and die on me.”

“I’m not going anywhere. You can’t get rid of me that easily. Didn’t you learn that five years ago? If that didn’t kill me, nothing will. You’re stuck with me.”

“There’s worse things,” she reasons, and he holds her face in his hands and places his lips against her forehead. “I’d miss you if you weren’t around.”

“You’d miss me leaving the toilet seat up and living the empty milk jug in the fridge?”

She nods. “I’d even miss those things. I’ve gotten used to you just being here. To waking up and rolling over and you’re just there. To hearing your voice. I think I take those things for granted. Jennie made me realize how it’s important to never just assume that someone is always going to be there. So thank you. For putting up with my shit. For sticking around when sometimes you probably just want to walk away. I know I’m not an easy person to love. Just thank you. For being you. And for loving me the way you do.”

Smiling, he pushes her hair behind her ears and kisses her. Not demanding. Not hungry. Not desperate. Just the languid and soft movements of closed mouth upon closed mouth.

“Twelve months,” he tells her once again. “I promise.”

It sounds sincere.

And it’s almost enough for her to believe him.

***

“Ovi’s gone to Butte again,” Esme says from the passenger seat, as they make the short drive into town.

It’s rare; a night out as a family. But since he’s been home, Tyler’s been determined to make every moment with his wife and kids count. The conversation about Jennie still reeling from G’s death had hit home. Life while still in the game was extremely unpredictable; you never knew where you going to end up from one week to the next, what dangers lurked around every corner and in dark alleyways, if you were even going to make it home when it was all over. And if that did happen, he didn’t want his kids’ only memory of him being that he was gone a lot and the majority of their quality time was spent on the phone or through video chats.

“Yeah…” he sighs. “I know.”

“He must be pretty serious about her if he’s willing to drive back and forth that much. Most guys these days wouldn’t travel three blocks to see someone. It’s too much effort.”

He glances through the rear-view mirror, making sure that little ears aren’t paying attention to the conversation. They’re paying no mind. Little faces glued to the books or tablets in their hands. “I don’t know about that. I know guys that will drive four hours for a blow job.”

“Speaking from experience?” she grins. “Have you driven that far for one?”

“I would have had to travel all the way from Australia to Colorado if everything had gone right five years ago,” he points. “I mean, not just for the blow job, obviously. As good as they are.”

“Good? Just good? Don’t insult me.”

“I think I’ve already told you…more than once…that you give the best ones I’ve ever had. “But seeing as you’re in the mood to have your ego stroked, I’ll tell you again. I would have travelled from Australia to Colorado for a blow job from you.”

“Maybe I could have been a call girl,” she playfully muses. “If my skills are that good.”

“I’d be your best customer.”

“Baby, you wouldn’t be able to afford me,” she teases, and then laughs and tries to wriggle away when he pinches her thigh. “I would give it to you for free though. Your skills aren’t so bad either. I’d be willing to give you freebies for those skills. Think Ovi is getting freebies?”

“Not from you, I hope.”

“There is something seriously wrong with you. That is just so wrong in so many ways. I mean from this girl he’s seeing.”

“She’s not a girl. She’s a woman. A grown ass woman.”

“And…”

“And something doesn’t sit right with me. What does she want with a nineteen-year-old?”

“What did you want from someone five years younger?” Esme counters.

“That’s totally different. We were both in our thirties. I wasn’t an adult and you a teenager still. I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right. He seems too…eager.”

“This coming from a guy who just admitted he would have travelled here all the way from Australia to get head.”

“Totally not the same thing. He’s still a kid. We were adults when we hooked up. There’s a difference between two consenting adults and a kid and a woman.”

“I know you see him as the same Ovi he was in Dhaka, but that’s five years ago, Tyler. Nineteen is not a kid. He’s an adult. And believe me, I’m having a hard time accepting it myself. Where did the last five years ago? How did he go from scared little Ovi to running to Butte to get laid Ovi?”

“Jesus,” Tyler frowns. “Really?”

“If you’re this bent out of shape with him being grown up and doing grown up things, wait until it’s one of the kids you helped make. Especially your daughter. You’re going to have a coronary the day she comes home asking to go on birth control.”

“For fuck sakes,” he scowls. “Not this conversation again.”

“Or when she starts her period and I’m not home. What are you going to do then? You’ll freak the hell out. I know you will.”

“You’re never leaving the house when it gets close to things like that.”

“Baby, you’re so cute. You have the skill set you have but you’re scared of your little girl growing up and becoming a woman. That’s probably the only thing you are scared of.”

“There’s a couple other things,” he admits.

Both scenarios involve her and the kids in one way or the other. Being thousands of miles away on a job and some crazy fucker bent on revenge seeking it on them and him having no way to protect them. Or dying while away on a mission and leaving his entire family behind to go on with life without him. Both kept him up at night. Both were becoming an obsession. Even he was getting tired of the near constant travel and the toll the game was taking on his mind and his body. And that was a point he’d never thought he’d get to. Where despite the money, the job was nothing but a burden that kept away from the only true things that mattered in his life.

***

They dine at a family friendly Italian place in downtown Telluride. Enjoy the simplicity that comes with just a meal out: the older kids happily colouring on the large sheet of paper covering the tabletop, the baby in the high chair attempting to feed himself torn up pieces of garlic bread, the nursing of alcoholic beverages and the chance for small talk.

It’s a normal existence for once. Just a family out for the evening. There’s no talk of the job, no mention of the drama with her mother, or both Ovi’s new girl. Just those little flirtatious comments and smiles that they still indulge in from time to time. Five years sometimes feels like five days. That they’re still that new couple enjoying every moment together. They hadn’t really gotten that chance before. Dhaka had gone so horribly bad and they’d never gotten around to executing the plans for travel and simply getting to know each other. Then came a baby and life as a married couple. Hitting the ground running and never really having the time to catch their breath.

But even through all of that, they’d discovered pretty quickly that they weren’t just good at being lovers. But each other’s confidants. Best friends. They actually got along outside of the realm of marriage and parenthood. Imagine spending fifty years with someone but never really knowing them? One day waking up and realize that if you’d never been with them -romantically and sexually speaking- that you’d probably actually despise one another? So caught up in raising children that once they flew the coop you suddenly realize that you don’t even recognize the person sitting across the dinner table from you? And worse, not even recognizing yourself.

They never worried about those things. They made sure of that. To keep that bond that went far beyond just being spouses and parents.

While Tyler takes the twins and the baby to the bathroom to clean them up, Esme stays that the table with her daughter, Millie perched in her lap as she plays a game on her mother’s cell phone. The meal was long ago finished but Esme relaxes in that lazy yet almost euphoric feeling that comes with one too many glasses of wine. Her face feelings flushed, her body filled with warmth that spreads from head to toe, her mind cluttered with a million and one thoughts but none of them actually registering.

“Hey!” Millie suddenly pipes up, a frown on her face. “That’s the creepy guy from today!”

“Creepy guy? What?”

“When Ovi and I went for ice cream,” she explains, as she swivels around on her mother’s lap to face her. “There was this creepy guy that kept watching us. Ovi said it was probably because I was cute and he was jealous I have ice cream and he didn’t.”

“Well you definitely are cute,” Esme says, as she pushes her daughter’s hair behind her ears and noisily kisses both cheeks, getting an adorable giggle in return. “But you’re looking more and more like your daddy every day and that makes me kind of sad.”

“Don’t be sad, mommy. Daddy’s not ugly. He’s cute enough.”

“Yeah…” Esme smiles, and moves those thick light brown tresses off her daughter’s shoulders. “…he is. Think we should keep him?”

“I don’t want him going anywhere. I don’t want him being anyone else’s daddy. Just mine. I don’t want to share him.”

“Well I don’t think you have to worry about that. So who is this creepy man? Which one is he? And don’t look. Just tell me what he looks like.”

“Do you see the lady with the purple dress and the red hair?” her tiny fingers fidget with the necklace around her mother’s neck; a simple small diamond on a thin rose gold chain. “He is right beside her. He’s the one with all the pictures on his arm. Like daddy’s.”

“Tattoos,” Esme gently corrects, and looks over her little one’s shoulder. The man in question sits at the bar; one of his motorcycle boots propped on the bottom rung of his stool, eyes riveted on the menu in front of him.

‘Do you see him?” Millie asks. “Do you see him mommy?”

“I see him. He’s just trying to decide what he wants to eat.”

“That’s what he does. He pretends he’s doing other things but really he’s watching us. He did that this morning. With a newspaper. And now he’s here.”

“I think it might just be a coincidence, sweet pea. This town is only so big. You’re bound to see the same person more than once.”

“And when he was leaving, he talked to daddy.”

“Really? What did he talk to daddy about?”

“Just that he was from Chicago and he was here on business. That he has kids at home.”

“That’s it?”

“That’s it. But it really was creepy, mommy. It made my tummy all nervous. I don’t like when my tummy gets all nervous.”

“I’m sure there’s nothing to be nervous about. That it’s just a coincidence. Maybe he’s just lonely and looking to make friends. I wouldn’t worry about it,” she presses a kiss to Millie’s forehead. “Did you have fun with Ovi today?” she attempts to calm her with a change in conversation. “What kind of ice cream did you get? I bet it was bubble gum.”

“It was,” she nods enthusiastically, hands moving to the sides of her mother’s face, running her palms along Esme’s cheeks. “I hope Ovi never moves away.”

“Where would he go?”

“Back to his real home.”

“This is his real home. With us. He won’t go back to where he was born because he’s happy here.”

“I’d miss him,” she pouts. “If left. He’s fun. He watches cartoons and Netflix with me and will even wear the tiara and let me paint his nails. Daddy doesn’t let me do those things.”

“Well your dad is what they call an alpha male.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I will tell you when you’re older. Much older.”

“Fine,” she huffs. “Is daddy really a superhero? Like Thor?”

“A superhero? What…?”

“Ovi said that daddy helps people. That he goes places and helps good people get away from bad people. Is that true?”

“Yes. That’s why he goes away so much. People needs his help and he goes and helps them. And sometimes he gets hurt. But he always comes back, right?”

Millie nods. “Just like superheroes. Sometimes they get hurt too, but they always get to go home after. But what if something bad happens and daddy doesn’t come home?”

Sadness tugs at her heart. And that innocent little face and those eyes filling with tears. “Daddy will always come home. You don’t need to worry about that, okay? Daddy will always find a way back to us. To you. And when has daddy ever lied to you? Or broken a promise?”

“Never.”

“So don’t worry, okay? He isn’t going anywhere. Not for a long time. I promise.”

She watches as he husband returns to the table with their brood of boys in tow; the way he smiles and stops to interact with those who know him; clients from his reno job, people he’s assisted with things like fixing leaky taps and patching holes in roofs and cutting grass.

He is far removed from the man he was five years ago. The man who’d been broken and battered; weary and guarded. He laughs and smiles more now. He lets people in. To an extent. There are parts of his life that he keeps tightly under wraps not just for his safety, but theirs as well. But he’s become quite the fixture in their little town. Charming people with that smile and accent, and of course the body.

The ladies love the body. She can’t count number of times where they’ve been in the grocery store and there’s been some thirsty housewife lusting over him in the check out line. And having the goddamn gall to give her dirty looks because she’s the one with his hand near her ass and the one that gets the sweet little kisses on the cheeks.

It is both disheartening and flattering when your husband is the most wanted piece of meat in the supermarket.

“Daddy, look!” Millie whispers when he finally returns to the table. “It’s that creepy guy from the ice cream place!”

“You know him?” Esme asks, as Tyler sits across from her once again and settles the baby on his lap; those big strong hands under Declan’s arms as the ten-month-old stands on his father’s thighs. “Who is he?”

“Just some guy that’s here on business. That’s all I know.”

“He’s creepy,” Millie declares. “I don’t like him. He kept staring at us. It was weird. It made my tummy hurt.”

“I think it was the ice cream that made your tummy hurt.”

“No, daddy. It was him. It’s my tummy. I should know.”

“It is kind of weird that he’s here,” Esme remarks. “What’s the chances of being in the same place twice?”

“In this town? Like eighty percent. Don’t start. I don’t need two paranoid females in my life. He’s just some guy here on a business trip. I’m usually the one that gets the weird feelings about people, yeah? So relax. Drink more wine.”

She cocks an eyebrow. “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Maybe,” he winks at her. “The drunk Esme is the uninhibited Esme. And she hasn’t come out to play in a really long time.”

“She would if you stopped getting the normal Esme pregnant all the time.”

“Just one more,” he says. “Just one. I swear.”

“And knowing my luck, it will be two again. Or maybe three this time.”

“No more babies!” Millie laments. “I don’t want any more brothers! Three is way too many.”

“Yeah, well one sister is too many,” TJ shoots back.

“I’ll kick your ass!” she threatens, and he makes a move as if to swat at her.

“And this is why we can’t have nice things,” Esme sighs, as she pushes her chair away from the table. “Because your children are the spawns of Satan. All good genes my ass. Come on Millie. Let’s go and get cleaned up. Go. Scoot,” she taps her on the bum to get her moving. “And by the way,” she says to Tyler, as she leans down to peck his lips. “I don’t need wine to be uninhibited. All you have to do is that thing with your tongue and that’ll be that.”

“There’s like ten things I do with my tongue. Narrow it down.”

“You’ll figured it out,” she says, and playfully tousles his hair before herding their daughter through the busy restaurant.

She can feel the eyes on her as she departs. The stranger at the bar watching her intently.

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