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[w1ldthoughts]

The Forgotten One Extra: Fool’s Gold

A/n: Don’t know if you all remember this series but @vanwritesfan-fiction had the brilliant idea for me to expand on it a bit. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Angst.

“Here are last month’s progress reports. We need to get all of this information together by next week and adjust the payroll.” Cleo sifts through the other sheets laying on the side of your desk, hoping to lighten your stack. The two of you had been up to your necks in paperwork, looking forward to another round of number crunching and maximizing the company’s revenue when it comes to placing bets.

“I do have to meet with accounting later and figure out our plus and minuses, see how much we can squeeze out before cashing in during the Kentucky Derby.”

This time of the year was always the most stressful being in your position. Director of operations means being the overseer of essentially every division. You felt like you were being pulled in a million different directions, constantly on the phone with partnering companies and making sure that everyone on staff was taken care of. It was the most overwhelming but fulfilling job you’d ever had. You just wished there was more time to sit and actually eat lunch.

“Ben is out sick today so I’m gonna go grab us some more coffee. Do you want your usual?” You asked Cleo on your way out the door, waiting for her to nod. Once you got your answer you headed down the hall, almost to the elevator when you heard hushed voices. You recognized them immediately. They were two women pretty fresh out of college working in marketing and sometimes they reminded you of yourself and Cleo when you first got to Churchill Downs. It made you smile.

“We need to submit this by tomorrow night so we can get to the meeting with y/n on Friday.” One of them said, messing with her phone.

The other one held the door for her and nodded in agreement. “Y/n’s cool and a nice boss but god I wish I was her. It would be so nice to not actually have to give a shit about your job when you’re fucking the owner of the company.”

“I know. I’m surprised she’s still as active as she is at work because I know for sure I would be at home enjoying my life as the trophy wife I am.” Her voice sounded so upbeat and excited when all her words did was cut down your confidence. Is that what your coworkers thought of you? A full-time live-in girlfriend and part-time Churchill Downs employee? Hearing that all the work you’d continuously put into your job and this company were reduced to a mere hobby made you sick. As soon as they were out of sight, you rushed down the stairs and didn’t even bother with the elevator.

Comments had been made like this about you before, you knew that. People always had something to say about mixing relationships with work, especially when you decide to date the boss so most of the time you let the comments roll off of you. But something about this made you feel…gross. Instead of being an inspiration to the women who worked alongside you, you were the poster child for nepotism. And the thought of that made your skin crawl. But of course, all of those thoughts had to be set aside at the end of your workday when you accompanied Jack to a Chief Executive dinner, where a bunch of business people gathered in their Sunday best, ate a lavish meal and somewhere along the way engaged in meaningful peer interactions.

The evening started off normal, other than the necklace you were wearing causing more irritation than usual. The room was stuffy and Jack was whisked away to talk to the executive officer of Delta Airlines about some deal with flights for this year’s Kentucky Derby. Even though you knew that Jack knew you should be involved in the conversation and would end up taking care of everything anyway, the interaction happened so fast that you found yourself sitting without him at your table when the first course of the evening was served. Just the sight of those stuffed mushrooms took away the little appetite you had left. Taking a sip of your wine, you subtly tried to scan the room to find him and see if you could catch the last part of the conversation, or at the very least, introduce yourself.

“Don’t worry. You get used to it.” The man sitting a few seats away said, breaking you out of your search. The whole situation made you feel like a child whose parent had forgotten to pick them up from school. “They just leave us here to fend for ourselves. At least the dessert options are usually good. Cheers to my fellow plus-one. We struck gold, didn’t we?” He raised his glass, making you grip yours even tighter as you held it in the air, downing your drink immediately after. You excused yourself from the table, finally spotting Jack surrounded by a group full of people who you recognized as sponsors for some of your biggest events, smiling and laughing without a care in the world and it felt like all of the air in the room had disappeared. Instead of heading to your boyfriend for comfort, you found yourself outside wondering if you could really do this for the rest of your life.

Could you?

“Baby? Did you hear what I just said?” Jack laughs, bringing you out of your daze. Rapidly blinking and coming back into yourself, you shook your head. Most of the night had been a blur and you didn’t even remember the drive home. Had he held your hand at all that night? Had you two even spoken to each other?

“Sorry, no I—I didn’t. What is it?”

He walked over to you, placing both thumbs on your temples, his hands were still a little cold from the walk into the house and it soothed your stress-induced headache. “Is everything ok? You seemed a little off tonight.”

“I’m good, just tired I think,” you tried to reassure him…and yourself. “Tell me what you said earlier.”

“Oh um, Ed invited us to his Chairman’s Club Gala. I think we’re really close to securing that partnership with them and it would be huge for us to have him and Delta Airlines on board.”

The light in his eyes and the excitement in his voice almost made you say yes. But then you remembered tonight and the incident from earlier in the day and—

“Jack I can’t. Maybe you should just go by yourself?”

“Y/n, I need you! We’re a team. And you know—”

“It looks better for you to be in a committed relationship? I get that. But I just, I can’t right now.” You let go of the hand you were holding, opting to cross your arms over your chest.“You don’t even realize what happened tonight do you?” You whisper.

Jack recognized the subtle shift in your energy.“I knew something was wrong.” He pauses, taking a breath. “What happened?”

“You left me. Treated me like some regular woman instead of someone who has a huge role at YOUR company. It would’ve been nice to meet Ed and get to talk to people instead of sitting at the table alone while you do your thing. You say we’re a team but it’s feeling like that’s only when it’s convenient for you.”

He leans against the counter next to you with a deep sigh. “Fuck, you’re right. I should’ve made sure you were with me but I just got way too ahead of myself and it was shitty. I’m sorry for that and at this Chairman’s Gala I will be better. I promise you.”

“Jackman, you're not hearing me. I don’t want to go. Seriously, I didn’t go to college majoring in how to be the perfect arm candy.” You were desperately trying to keep your voice from rising, but it was already happening.

“You are not arm candy, nobody said all that” he rolls his eyes.

“Actually they did!” You snap. “This morning, I heard people talking about me, about us. And shit they might be right. At the office I am in charge but out in the world where it really matters? I’m just someone on your arm and the shit’s embarrassing.”

“So being with me is embarrassing now? Got it y/n. Just because two nobodies at work said some dumb shit now you’re letting it affect you and affect our relationship?” He counters, clearly getting frustrated. “I’m telling you that this thing with Ed is really fucking important to me and you’re worried about everything else. This is business, sometimes we do shit we don’t wanna do and we make sacrifices. That’s a part of the damn job.”

“Actually? I clocked out of my ‘damn job’ hours ago. Right now, I’m trying to get my point across but we aren’t getting anywhere.”

“Because you’re not LISTENING to me.” He yells, the darkness to his tone immediately had you on the defense.

“I don’t have to! This isn’t about you right now and I know you’re shocked, but not everything is about you.

“It is so much more than just making teeny tiny sacrifices, Jack.” The tears were already threatening to escape. “I smile in pictures even though on the inside I’m fucking seething. I sit in rooms I wouldn’t even be allowed to breathe next to had it not been for my sex life. I make conversations with people who have been riding on their partner’s coattails since before I was born and I’ll be damned if I become one of those insensitive bitter plus ones who think the highlight of their life is to suck the martini off of their olives.”

“I’m not one of those people I—my parents would be so disappointed in who I’ve become. Shit I’M disappointed in who I’ve become. I don’t even know who I am right now. And you just want me to stand there, shake hands and smile for the fucking camera and go through the motions. It’s not as easy for me to fake it as it is for you.”

That definitely had his attention. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means you don’t get it Jack! You were born into this. You were literally born for this, every moment of your life has prepared you to be in this position. I’m constantly being thrown to the wolves and I have to do my best to catch up. All of this bending over backwards to fit in is hard. Especially when we are clearly not on the same page about well…anything it seems.”

Jack’s face drops at your confession. “So you—what do you want me to say? What can I do? Because I don’t want you to feel like you’re wasting your time.” He lets out a shaky breath. “I know this shit is…hard. And I admittedly haven’t been paying as much attention as I should have been and that’s my fault. But we still have each other. Right?”

Right?

“God I—I don’t know.” You sob.

He wraps you in his arms, holding you close. “Baby, we will figure it out. We just need to—”

You sighed deeply, struggling to keep it together, creating a bit of physical distance. “Oh my god Jack, there is no just. You don’t understand what it’s like and you never will. There is no simple fix and you’re not going to swoop in and make it all better. Not this time.”

“I don’t know if I can do this forever, I mean look at what it’s doing to us already. I basically just called you a spoiled brat, twice. You? The love of my fucking life. I don’t want to resent you, I don’t want to regret any part of being with you and here we are at each other’s throats over a fucking gala. We can’t keep going like this.” You looked at his shirt that was soaked with your tears but you couldn’t stop crying. Not when you were about to do this.

“I think we should—”

“No.” Jack stopped you, his eyes bloodshot red when you met his gaze. “We’re not doing that. Fuck no. I mean—please. Y/n please.”

His begging almost broke you and you’d never forget the look on his face as long as you lived. “I love you,” you began, “I love you so much. But if we are going to figure out how our lives, if our lives actually fit. We just need some time apart. To be sure that this is really what we want.”

“Please Jack, I need this.” You beg. “I’m so sorry.”

He nods his head slowly, leaving you with a simple kiss on the forehead.

“I know what I want. I want you.” He tells you with the utmost confidence. “And if that’s not enough, then maybe we aren’t meant for each other.”

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[darkcircles4lyfe]

Look, I gotta get this out. With everything that’s happened this week, I’ve lost my energy for writing about it. All I want to do is huddle in the corner in numb silence. Tbh what’s happening in the manga wouldn’t be so hard to cope with on its own, but between all the social media attention, harassment dialed up to 11, cheers and praise for Katsuki’s death being good writing (and the reverse being bad writing), antis treating it like a victory (especially for their own ship), and everyone “coping” being relentlessly laughed at, I’m just so fucking done. I can’t bring myself to make discussions of any real substance about theories or themes or anything else. Right now I can’t even talk about unrelated stuff. 

The only thing I want to say is, I’m putting my foot down. All the shitty people who have been making a racket over this week do not exist to me anymore. I’m deleting twitter until I can find the mental energy to comb through it and block, mute, unfollow, etc. until it’s peace and quiet. I won’t abide by people even interacting with negativity. It’s more apparent than ever that we are not even remotely a part of the same fandom as those people, so why are we entertaining them? They are just ruining it for us. My dream would be for all of us to wall ourselves in and go radio silent to the outside. Short of that, I want to remind everyone to at least remember to tag everything, and I mean everything, properly so that those who want to avoid discourse and leaks can do so. 

I used to think of the negative stuff as entertaining gossip sometimes, or like I couldn’t look away. But it’s different now because it’s actually getting to me, making me feel like an idiot for getting invested in the possibilities and spoiling the “fun” of fictional angst. Also, I’m reluctant to admit this, but I’m very sensitive to death, especially in recent years. I almost never get myself into stories without knowing ahead of time what I’m in for death-wise, so ongoing series like this are usually off the table. This is largely due to irl personal experience, which I’m not getting into, but suffice it to say the idea of Izuku losing Katsuki suddenly while he isn’t around hits very close to home. This is why it bothers me so much the way people are getting made fun of for mourning a fictional character because it’s not real. We read fiction to feel emotions, to experience things second-hand, and our own actual experience interfaces with that. I won’t let people get in the way of that for me.

Tumblr is already much quieter at least for me so I’m okay to stay here, though I might not be saying much or even responding to my inbox for now (sorry, I see you, I’m with you, I just can’t). I haven’t decided what I’m doing about leaks yet, but I’m thinking about avoiding them at least for next chapter, even though I am of course desperate to know what happens as soon as possible. It’s just so hard to participate in them while also dodging negativity, and I’m sure it’s going to be especially bad this time around. 

So in case you don’t hear from me, I’ll leave you with this: remember shipping is not about “winning” the canon endgame, it’s about enjoying the potential on your own. We do not need to be validated. It can’t be taken away. That is the true beauty of none of this being real.  

[mallowstep]

Not sure if I’m sending this in the right place but, as someone who identifies as “centrist” in this whole anti pro thing (I don’t like either side, harassment and overzealous hatred over fictional characters bordering on obsession is unhealthy and definitely really harmful to minors in those spaces but a majority of proship shit I’ve come in contact with during my attempts to kinda figure myself out were also very black and white when it came to arguments over fictional depictions of certain topics, consumption of media and honestly at times reminded me of the fandom culture I was groomed in) I agree with you the most and genuinely enjoy a lot of what you write, and it’s refreshing to see someone else who has similar opinions and ways of handling these topics in their works with a nuance that people lack when looking at any of this stuff which infuriates me. I’d send this off anon but I do kind of fear backlash from outing my stance on this stuff — this whole controversy is dumb, I do wish people who could handle your approach on dark subjects gave your writing more of a chance, your mosspelt story was a very well put together piece on grooming and it’s effects while not being too graphic and focusing on an emotional journey and i really loved it, I wish people in general could use more nuance when looking at fiction and interactions with said fiction because these black and white arguments get us nowhere

[this ask was initially sent jan 31]

thank you so much for this ask.

(cw: i do not discuss any details of what certain fics contain, but i do discuss that i have written fics dealing with various kinds of abuse with some being graphic.)

the mosspelt piece is one of my proudest works, and i think it definitely...goes down the easiest? (in contrast with, say, no one held me to the flame, a concept i didn't expect any amount of support for or engagement with.)

i would like to take this moment to remind everyone that you don't have to engage with everything i write, just in case anyone needs to hear that today. if something is upsetting to you, don't read it. love to everyone.

anyway. as someone whose stance is tax paying adult/whatever is funniest/whatever people have decided today, i don't really like to acknowledge shipcourse. i've got friends who bear both labels, and they both agree with me. so. i think that pretty accurately describes how nonsensical this whole thing is, that two people on supposedly opposite sides can have the same opinions.

i was talking with one of my friends who has the same stance as me (altho, if forced to label ourselves, we would pick differently), and we were talking about how it ultimately comes down to how do we actually stop harm.

banning topics from ao3 doesn't stop harm. things will happen no matter what. you don't have to like it, but that's the reality. (for a tangible example of this happening, look into how FOSTA/SESTA made it harder for law enforcement to do their jobs.)

as some of y'all know, i was most engaged in this discourse when i was at a deep low point. (or high point, as it were, seeing as i was trending towards mania.) it's been a while since i've spoken on it because i needed a good long time out.

ultimately, characters on a screen or in a book do not matter and cannot be harmed. real people can. what matters to me is therefore the normalization of abuse.

a talking point that continues to bother me is the idea that just acknowledging something exists and happens is normalizing abuse. i think anyone who's read some of my fics can agree with that. i think if you read no one held me to the flame and manage to get off to it, or otherwise think it's normalizing abuse, then i'm a much worse writer than i thought. (i name nohmttf specifically because it goes as far as deliberately depicting the acts.)

i don't know where i'm going with this, just...it's all pretty senseless. if the super dark stuff like nohmttf isn't your cup of tea, i don't want you to read it. i want you to enjoy your time reading my fics.

[rollercoasterwords]

god it is so refreshing to see someone else bothered by the absolute nonsense that is marauders tiktok. im starting to think that people genuinely forget differing opinions exist and are ALLOWED. it’s so easy to see something you dislike and just. not? interact with it?

as for the whole death eater popularity thing, to me it’s like. who cares? if u don’t like it, don’t read it? ive seen ppl bring up the whole allegorical nazi thing as an argument which is SO uncomfortable and weird. jkr is an antisemitic piece of literal dog shit, WHY are we referencing her bigoted views? the whole point of fanon or fanfiction is to pull away from her beliefs and make it our own. even if it is canon ff, why would we continue that allegory? it’s fiction. they’re wizards. they can be the “bad guys” w/o being compared to a very REAL and very TRAUMATIC event, even and especially if that was what they were intended to be in the first place. this is supposed to be a place where people can participate and have fun without being reminded of reality.

just glad that this small corner of the internet exists where ppl like to use their brains!! nobody can dictate what other people do or don’t enjoy. nobody can dictate what others do or don’t do (in ff..obviously). if u (universal u) want to read or write regulus or snape or evan or barty or voldemort or umbridge or whoever, then go ahead. literally nobody can stop u.

yeah lol i mean i do enjoy a nice edit from time to time but most of the discourse i see just leaves me like. hm. i also have a bit of a grudge against tiktok simply bc people keep posting my writing over there without crediting me so!! not very happy that it's like...an environment where many people seem more concerned with getting views for themselves than actually like. supporting the people making the fics + art that they're enjoying.

as for the stuff with jkr. i've talked about my view on that in this post but essentially--i do think it's important to understand how her biases impacted the source material rather than just like. acting as if we can ignore her completely. because the work does not exist in a vaccuum, and trying to act as though it does risks unintentionally perpetuating the biases baked into the text.

that being said, i've seen some jewish people say that emphasizing that allegorical connection minimizes the very real history of nazis, and i've seen other jewish people say that it's upsetting to see people simply brush that allegorical connection aside. personally i do think it's important to be aware of that allegorical connection if you're going to be writing within the context of the canon universe, because you either need to make sure you're dealing with that portrayal sensitively in your story or alter it so that you're no longer drawing on that particular allegory in the same way that jkr was. outside of a canon universe, though, where death eaters don't exist...i mean i tend to agree with you that someone could easily make them bad guys in an au without continuing that allegory at all. and honestly as i've already talked about it seems like most people who are writing about evan and barty aren't even making them bad guys and are essentially just stripping away any canon characteristics and starting fresh with nothing but a name, in which case. well i think everyone should be allowed to do whatever they want with their paper dolls y'know.

and of course it is all, at the end of the day, fanfiction, and nobody has to read it who doesn't want to--which is why you will never catch me reading rosekiller fanfiction <3 personally i remain an evan and barty hater but that is simply because i think they're boring more than anything else lmao

[zeroducklings]

important stuff for new followers

Idk why but lately I've been having an influx of new followers - a lot of them are likely my degenerate twitter friends (I love you, you know who you are) whose handles I don't immediately recognize cause I have a shit memory. Remember that tumblr added this feature that basically hides mature labelled posts, and also keeps forcing the mature label on me even for random stuff. If you wanna see my posts you have to manually allow mature content to show on your dashboard (it's in your profile settings) or basically you're gonna miss out on the fun lmao.

BUT ALSO!

it's too many new people for me to screen all of them, so for everyone who followed me and doesn't already know me, please keep in mind a few important caveats:

I REBLOG THINGS MOST PEOPLE CONSIDER NASTY (including but not limited to fictional incest, rape, abuse, dark ships, big age gaps, weird kinks, gross stuff in general).

I am queer as fuck, polyamorous, and a bitch who does their own thing & is interacting with fandom stuff cause real life sucks. It is not in my interest to directly engage with fandom discourse because I don't have the energy for it, but my stance is that if you can't make a difference between reality and fiction, and you feel the personal need to attack people who dabble in content that makes you feel uncomfortable, block me ASAP because sure as fuck I'm gonna reblog and post things that make your delicate ass uncomfortable.

I don't bother writing out under every post the classic "I don't condone this in real life!1" because I feel it's unnecessary - I assume that who follows me has enough critical thinking skills to not need a reminder, but in case you do you can have it here: I don't condone any of the fucked up shit I post/reblog in real life, this is fiction, we're just having fun. Again if you don't manage to grasp this then please kindly block me.

Last but not least - this blog really hates capitalism, terfs, swerfs, all flavors of queerphobes, ableists and exclusionists of any kind.

If any of the aforementioned bothers you on any level, do unfollow/block me and let's all keep conducting our peaceful existences away from each other. I don't want to interact with you as much as you don't want to interact with me; I don't want to expose you to stuff which might make you uncomfortable, and I don't want to expose the people I follow and whose stuff I reblog to your eyes.

Everyone else, please stay as frickin handsome as you currently are and enjoy the rest of your weekend ♥

[slyvieselkie]

Johnny Depp - Bad Boy Cliche

Hi Lovelies! This is my first posting on Tumblr and the first addition of my Cliche series with real life actors. Hope you enjoy!

This work is purely fictional. Please take it with a grain of salt and as a form of entertainment.

Warning; alcohol abuse and implicit drug abuse, violence, depression, please notify me if there are more

Johnny Depp was a bad boy.

The whole world knew this and so did you. And you as a small actress receiving her first roll on the big screen wanted nothing to do with it. Even if the role was just a minor reoccuring character. Your plan was to interact with him if necessary, and get the fuck away when it wasn't.

So you walked onto the set for the first time and bounced about with energy, giving everything your best shot. Immediately matching with Leonardo Dicapro, or Leo as he told you to call him, the two of you always enjoyed yourselves with games and pranks behind the camera. Leo reminded you of a comforting younger brother, there was something homely about this innocent boy that just melted your heart. However, he was still a boy, and a mischievous one he was. And sometimes it influenced you as well, the supposed goody two shoes of the cast. Sometimes, the staff loved you two and other times you guys were the biggest pains in the butt. But oh well, you two were still youngsters and it was nothing they couldn't handle.

You and Leo were crouching in the dirt, in the middle of arguing about norts and crosses when a shadow towered over you.

Confused, your eyes turned up to the figure. And you sucked in a breath speechless. Standing there was a gorgeous man; long pale locks illuminated by the sun on his back, deep eyes, and such gentle features. 'Woah', was all you could think and held yourself back from saying anything stupid aloud.

Then his eyes hardened, "Shut up, dumb brats", and suddenly your heart eyes shattered, "What?", you asked mouth slowly turning to a sneer.

Leo then jumped up, "Sorry Johnny!", the older boy scoffed and walked off, "Whatever."

You glare at his parting figure and began stabbing the dirt with your stick, pissed off that a bastard like him could be so handsome, 'I hate this world, so fucking unfair.'

"What the hell's wrong with him this time? Or is he just consistently an asshole?", the blonde boy beside you shrugged, "Who knows? But at least he's not causing trouble for us."

Johnny Depp wasn't too different from his character in 'Cry-Baby', he was a real bad boy. He had a temper which sometimes led to a physical outburst, he was snarky, he was always too touchy with the other female actresses, there was always a scent of alcohol lingering around him, and no one would be shocked if more was happening in his hotel room.

As you promised yourself, you kept away from him. Interacted with him when needed and stayed away from him the most you could. You stuck to Leo and a small group of extras, wishing the simple days would last forever.

Yet, every time you saw Johnny...there was something about him which always caught your attention and eyes. Was it the mask that he wore? Or the turmoil in his eyes? The way anger radiated off of his figure? Or the way the atmosphere fell whenever he appeared? You liked to watch him, especially while he was acting. He truly embodied the emotions of the 'Gilbert Grape', every joyous moment and every painful part.

"Gah!", everyone turned to the cry and found Leo on the floor, "Hmm?", Johnny who was walking away looked back and clicked his tongue, "Should've gotten out of the way then", your jaws dropped to the ground.

Desperately, you tried to swallow the words but it was impossible by now, "Hey!", your voice rung through the silence and regret instantly attacked your system.

Freezing, the pale brunette turned around with a raised eyebrow, "Hey?", you took a deep breath and walked up to him, "You should've apologised since you were the one who ran into him", Leo immediately jumped up and beamed brightly, "It's all good! I'm perfectly fi-"

Johnny shoved him away and you tensed up as the man towered over you, "Why should I? If he's dumb enough to not move, then he can deal with getting pushed around a little bit", smelling the alcohol on his breath you shook your head calmly, "He would've moved if you'd just as-", "Shut the fuck up, ugly bitch."

Your eyes widened in shock as Leo frowned stepping in front of you, "Johnny-", "Little shitheads like you don't fucking listen unless they get beaten up, don't they?!", suddenly growing aggressive the pale brunette grabbed the younger boy's collar, "Johnny! Hey! Hey!", the panicked staff ran over to intervene as the director massaged his temples.

Finally stable from his insult, you reached out shouting, "Let go of him! He's a fucking child!", "Fuck off, bitch!"

Then there was a dull thud and you grunted falling back onto your bottom, that was followed by a small trickle down your face, "Blood! There's blood!", someone shouted horrified.

Leo and Johnny stopped dead glancing down at you. Watery eyes trembling, you tried to smile pass the swollen red cheek and the small trail of blood from your nose. The blonde screamed your name and knelt down cradling your face, you whisper reassurance in a shaking tone trying to stay calm. Staggering back, Johnny glanced around before running off and muttering to himself. No one cared since they were busy taking care of you.

In about twenty minutes, the doctor in town was finished and smiled softly, "The injury is minor, nosebleeds happen often due to the fragility of the nose. Since the inside of our noses isn't covered with tough skin, the blood vessels can easily be broken and cause bleeding. For the swollen cheek, you have to consistently ice your cheeks and gently massage the area every now and then."

And like that, he was gone.

You turned to the golden puppy beside you and chuckled, "What's with that pouty face?", Leo huff as his invisible ears flopped over, "Why would you interfere? It's not like he would've done anything bad to me", with a warm smile you poked his frown, "Hey, how can an actor spouting such nonsense? Your face is the most important asset, sir. Take care of it."

Leo crossed his arms, "What about you then?", he glared as you sighed and leaned back relaxed, "My situation is different, excuse you. I have four more scenes to film before my job here is basically to have fun and make sure you don't annoy anyone else."

The blonde boy still wasn't satisfied and you rolled your eyes, "Come here, you little stubborn brat", pulling him into a gentle hug you sighed, "Things like this happen all the time, and we as small actors can only deal with it...So make sure to become famous enough that no one can bully you in the future."

He spent the rest of the afternoon with you until his manager dragged him away for his scene, you chuckled waving. 

The rest of the day was easy for you, essentially wasting time in the hotel room. 

Boredly staring up at the ceiling, you massage your cheek and think about the perpetrator. Annoyed your eyes sharpened, 'It’s been several hours since he did this to me and he has the audacity not to visit me?!', you snarled at the ceiling, "That's it! I'm suing that bitch for property damage!"

"Don't bother, it's not like there was any property for me to damage", instantly recognising the dead tone voice you slammed your door open, "Really, then what the hell is this?!"

Johnny winced at the bruise and held out a plastic bag sighing, "Fine fine fine, I'll cover for your plastic surgery costs", you huffed angrily and snatched the bag, "Die in a hole!"

Looking inside your eyes blinked at the bottles and patches, "Pain medicine and swelling patches, I heard from the doctor", the pale brunette glanced away scratching his neck.

A small smile grew on your face, "You’re a fucking asshole you know?", he snorted, "Sure do."

Deep eyes stared at your small injury, "Does it...still hurt?", 'Of course it fucking does', but you giggled and cupped your swollen cheek, "Well, it's better than it looks. After two weeks, I should be back to normal", the older boy nodded and the two of you began to stand there in silence.

Then he cleared his throat, "Well, take care of yourself then...bye", you stared at him for a second before nodding, "Yeah. Thanks for the stuff", "All good."

As you watched him walk away, you whispered realising something, "...He didn't say sorry, that fucker."

A week later and everything returned to usual, in fact things were a little bit better than before. Things meaning Johnny. It seemed that the incident had been a little wake up call to him, he was using less alcohol, acting less grumpy, and overall improved his acting. Everyone was shocked to the core by this transformation. You leaned on your non-swollen cheek watching Johnny and Leo film an emotional scene. The whole crew was enamoured by their skills, this wasn't acting anymore, they were intruding on a family.

"Cut!", the director's voice rang out and he beamed, "Perfect! Perfect work you two!", Leo beamed while Johnny showed a small smile before walking off.

It was during lunch when Leo kept trying to steal your fried chicken that Johnny's manager held out a tabloid mangazine for you two, "Hmm?", your eyes peered down and read the front page.

Your blood ran cold.

'JOHNNY DEPP SEEN BUYING MEDICINE FROM SMALL SHOP IN AUSTIN, IOWA! WORKER SAID HE WAS BUYING FOR A WOMAN! HAS HE ALREADY GOTTEN OVER EX-FIANCE WINONA RYDER?!'. The picture below showed the clothes he was wearing the day he knocked on your door, and the small box he held was also in your room.

"Oh god", they nodded grimly and Leo frowned, "Has Johnny seen this?", the silence answered everything.

"How could they do that?", you whispered horrified and thought of the poor man, "How is he?", "Locked up inside his room. I saw him walk in with a bottle of booze half an hour ago, but he probably has even more inside. He doesn't answer me when I try to talk to him. I have no idea what to do anymore. And it sucks since it seems like he was just starting to get better."

Leo glanced over at you and asked his manager, "What do you want us to do?", "He seems fond of you guys, maybe you two could coax him out?", the blonde raised an eyebrow, "You want us to disturb a drunk Johnny? Do you not remember the last time we did that? Look at her cheek to jog your memories."

Lips pursing you stopped Leo, "Alright, I'll try and see what I can do", eyes popping out Leo jumped up, "Are you crazy? What are you trying to do?! Get a matching bruise on the other cheek?!", you rolled your eyes and held his hand, "I'll be fine. The only one whose getting a bruise is you for that snarky mouth!"

Like that you followed Johnny's manager to the door of death and smiled as they left wishing you luck, 'Alright, let's do this'.

You knocked once, twice, and thrice before calling out, "Hey Johnny? It's me...I saw the magazine, would you like to talk about it?", there was no answer and you frowned, "Johnny, drinking alcohol all day won't help you. Please stop hurting yourself", and you received a growl, "Leave me the fuck alone! I don't wanna hear it!"

Clenching your hands tightly, you called out leaning your hand on the door, "Joh-", but stopped when the door clicked open and slowly moved, 'He left it unlock? Did he forget?'

With a gulp, you pushed the door open further until the dark abyss was revealed and you took a step inside. Immediately, the scent of strong booze attacked your nostrils and your heartbeat began picking up.

"Johnny", the older boy cooped up the corner.

His head snapped to yours and the man staggered up, "You, what the fuck are you doing here?! Who told you to come in here, huh?!", eyes widening you felt paralysed under his cold and insane glare, "I TOLD YOU TO FUCK OFF!"

And then you screamed as glass scattered against the wall beside you. Terrified, you fell down to your knees and muffled the sob. Leo was right. This was a mistake, this was a terrible mistake and you needed to get out of here. Before there was a repetition of last time, or before something worse happened.

"What would you know?! What would you fucking know?!", your eyes squeezed shut as he stumbled towards you, "Johnny please-", "I hate you, I fucking hate you and everyone in this shitty world! Because of all of you, I lost her!", you gasped as he grabbed your shoulders, "Look at me! Are you happy now?!"

Suddenly everything sounded as if you were underwater, your erratic breath and pounding heart filled your ears. 'What do I do now? Push him away? What if that makes him even more angry?!', tears flowed down your cheeks as you watched the crazy man before you. You realised why you found Johnny so interesting, the "something about him" which caught your eyes was the flickering between Johnny and this beast.

Then there was a sob which didn't come from you, it came from Johnny who sunk to your level and leaned on your shoulder, "I hate everyone so much", it was silent after that.

You continue to stare at the empty space he used to occupy as the drunk man slept on your shoulder, "...Me too, I hate you the most", lips sealed shut to stop your cries from escaping.

Johnny was dragged to an armchair as you began to clean up his room. Your trembling hands picked up the shattered glass, threw all of the bottles on his bed and floor into a trash bag, and cleaned the table free of white powder. Every now and then, you'd have to  take a break to wipe away an astray tear. Soon enough the room was clean and boozy scent was escaped through the open window. Hauling Johnny back to his clean bed, you wiped down his miserable face and placed a glass of water on his night table with some pain killers.

You entered his bathroom to clean your hands and noticed a small cut on the non-swollen cheek. It was little, but still enough for you to break down into tears and bitter laughter. Leo was right, and so were you. You should've stuck to your stupid plan and left Johnny to drown in his sorrow and booze. Why act like a good person now?

Exiting the bathroom, you stared at the dead man on his bed before walking out and closing the door behind you.

Leo was right outside your door, anxiously waiting. He fell silent upon noticing your red eyes, then the boy flared up with anger. Instantly you reached out and tightly wrapped your arms around him, you sighed and hummed softly. The blonde only gritted his teeth and squeeze you to death.

Two days and Johnny was still unseen, the director was getting tired. They had less than ten scenes left to go until the filming would be complete, yet their lead was nowhere to be seen.

You sat in the diner of the hotel eating pasta when a brunette woman approached calling out your name, "Hey! How's it going so far?", you smile confused as she sat down, "Hello? Sorry, do I know you?", she frowned, "Oh? We met at the beginning of filming, you didn't forget me did you?"

Sighing you smile softly, "Sorry it's just so much has happened recently", "Oh no, is everything okay?", the woman frowned and leaned in, "It wasn't anything to do with Johnny, right?", you tensed up and laughed, "No no, Johnny's always off in his own world. He hasn't got time for small actresses like me."

She nodded before asking, "But wasn't he going out to buy medicine for you though?", then her eyebrows wriggled, "Clearly there's something going on between you two, right~?", you gave a smile but faltered, '...It couldn't be', "Hmm? Why would you think it was me?", "Come on, you got injured and then a few hours later Johnny was buying medicine. What a reeeally big coincidence, right?"

'Maybe she isn't', "How's your injury going so far?", you hold your cheek and answer, "It's okay, it was much better than before", the brunette woman glance at your cheek, "So it was the cheek? How did the injury happen, I heard Johnny had something to do with it."

Your suspicion flared up again, "...I'm sorry, how did we met again?", the woman laughed confused, "What? Are you okay?", "Were you an extra? I don't quite remember?", "Yeah, I was an extra-", "For what scenes?", her smile slowly died away, "Just small ones, part of the crowd. Oh, I heard the injury caused quite a big commotion, so what happened in the end?"

The chair creaked as it was pulled out, "I'm sorry, but I need to be leaving", you stand up and grab your stuff when a hand reached out gripping your wrist tightly, "Hey! Where are you going?!", she sighed frustrated and ran fingers through her brunette curls, "God, this fucking bitch."

And your heart dropped. It never feels nice to be called a bitch.

"Oi, are you the little rat the tabloids sent?", both of you turned to see Johnny.

He wore a white button up beneath a brown jacket and blue jeans, and unlike the last you saw him, he wasn't drinking away in misery. There was a small curse from the woman beside you, somehow these two knew each other. Johnny's sharp eyes glanced between the two of you before looking down at your forcefully joined hands. 

His tongue clicked, "I heard from Leo and the others there was a strange woman snooping around, it must be you then", the brunette woman stopped her act and answered curtly, "What of it then? What are you going to do?", he raised an eyebrow before smirking, "Well, you'll find out right now."

Panicked you stepped in between them, "Let's not do anything harmful to each other!", you smile nervously placing your hands on his chest to stop the man, "Okay?", Johnny stared down at you blankly before moving back, "You have one minute before I'm stepping in."

Turning to the tabloid woman, you frowned and she sneered, "What, got a problem with me?", "Yes, I do", you walked up to her until you two were face to face, "I have a problem with you hurting a man who is already beaten. I find you so pathetic that you are willing to prey on a person in their weakest moment. And it's embarrassing the things you will do to achieve a front page for a single day."

Her face scrunched up in anger, "You-", you grew angry remembering Johnny's broken state, "And it's laughable that you're offended by these words when you've destroyed the lives of people who were in need of help", then you reached into her bag and pulled out a voice recorder, "Hey-", "And this, this is a crime."

The woman's stunned eyes then turned to the man right behind you who smirked and mouthed 'Bye bye bitch', she quickly stormed off.

Instantly you let out a big breath and slowly calmed your heart down, "Are you okay?", a gentle voice asked and Johnny moved around to show his worried expression, "Yeah."

Suddenly the pale brunette then pulled away as if he was electrified, "Johnny?", you asked confused and he looked to the ground uncomfortably, "I-I...I'm sorry for what I've done to you, all of it. I have no excuses and I'll take all of your anger, you can punch me or tell that woman everything I've done if it makes you feel better."

A smile spread across your face, "Oh Johnny, even if you were my worst enemy I would never run to the tabloids", he gave a shy laugh, "Yeah, I guess you wouldn't after that speech."

With a giggle you asked softly, "How are you feeling?", he answered sincerely, "I'm working to be better. After that...I really hated myself, but I thought of you. Something clicked inside me, and I just wanted to change. To make sure I won't make the same mistakes", Johnny reached out again but quickly stopped, "Can I?"

You nodded curious to what he would do, then your eyes widened and your breath hitched as Johnny cupped your cheeks and ran his thumbs around your bruise and cut, "Thank you for saving me", he smiled warmly.

"That woman...is around the corner", he chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, she's taking a lot of photos. Want me to destroy her camera?", you break out into a bright laugh, "Please don't", and looked into his mellow eyes, 'Ah, this look...'

Your hands landed over his hands, "Nice to meet you, Johnny", he blinked in shock before chuckling, "Nice to meet you too, girlfriend."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled away but the man wrapped his arms around your shoulders, "Come on, let's go and bully Leo-oww!", "How about we don't do that", you raised an eyebrow when he leaned in and pecked your temple, "Sure, whatever you want", and your face beamed red, 'Lord save me.'

He cackled leading you away. Was this what they meant by bad boy?

[lol9820]

Celebrating National Reading Awareness Month: Unlocking the Magic of books

Introduction: Welcome to the wonderful world of National Reading Awareness Month! Every March, book lovers, educators, and communities come together to celebrate the joy and importance of reading. It's a month-long celebration dedicated to promoting literacy, encouraging reading habits, and fostering a lifelong love for books. In this blog, we will explore the significance of National Reading Awareness Month and discover how you can participate in this exciting event.

The Importance of National Reading Awareness Month: National Reading Awareness Month is not just about celebrating books; it's a crucial initiative that highlights the significance of reading in our lives. Reading plays a fundamental role in education, personal development, and social interaction. It expands our knowledge, enhances critical thinking skills, sparks creativity, and boosts empathy. By raising awareness about the power of reading, we can encourage individuals of all ages to embrace the written word and its transformative potential.

Engaging Activities for National Reading Awareness Month: During National Reading Awareness Month, numerous activities take place to make reading fun and accessible for everyone. Here are some engaging activities you can participate in:

a. Book Clubs: Join or start a book club in your community, school, or workplace.

Engage in meaningful discussions, share recommendations, and explore diverse genres and authors.

b. Read-Aloud Sessions: Organize read-aloud sessions in libraries, schools, or community centers. Gather children and adults alike to enjoy captivating stories and discover the magic of storytelling.

c. Author Visits: Invite local authors to visit schools or libraries and share their experiences, insights, and stories. This helps inspire aspiring writers and showcases the value of reading and writing.

d. Book Drives: Organize book drives to collect books for underprivileged children or libraries in need. Promote the importance of access to literature and provide opportunities for others to discover the joy of reading.

e. Reading Challenges: Challenge yourself and others to read a certain number of books within the month. Set achievable goals and create a supportive environment for reading.

Creating a Reading Habit: National Reading Awareness Month also serves as a reminder to develop a reading habit that extends beyond the month of March. Here are some tips to cultivate a lifelong love for reading:

a. Set Aside Dedicated Time: Designate a specific time each day for reading. Whether it's early morning, during lunch breaks, or before bed, create a consistent reading routine.

b. Explore Diverse Genres: Don't limit yourself to one genre. Venture into different styles, including fiction, non-fiction, fantasy, biographies, and more. This helps broaden your perspectives and discover new interests.

c. Utilize Libraries: Take advantage of your local library's resources. Borrow books, attend literary events, and engage in library programs that encourage reading and learning.

d. Create a Cozy Reading Nook: Design a comfortable and inviting space for reading in your home. Surround yourself with pillows, blankets, and good lighting to make the experience enjoyable.

e. Share Your Reading Journey: Join online book communities, start a blog, or participate in social media discussions about books. Engaging with others who share your passion for reading can provide inspiration and recommendations.

Conclusion: National Reading Awareness Month is a fantastic opportunity to celebrate the joy of reading and spread awareness about its importance. By participating in activities, promoting literacy, and cultivating a reading habit, we can unlock the magic of books and inspire others to embark on their own reading journeys. So, let's come together this March and celebrate the power of reading in transforming lives. Happy National Reading Awareness Month!

[glenrocklibraryteens]

Book Review: Solitaire

Solitaire by Alice Oseman Young Adult Fiction Page Count: 400 Rating: 5 - Solitaire was a good read, I very much enjoyed the story’s writing and pace. Reviewer: Rebecca Torres

Our protagonist, Victoria Spring— a reserved and pessimistic college student, thinks much about her life. She’d describe it as “quite boring”; however, she would soon be proven wrong. Many things out of the ordinary happen— whether it be good, bad, or something in between— Tori has much more to look forward to, rather than her usual boring days.

To begin, it should be noted that you do not have to read the Heartstopper series to understand the events of this story. Solitaire is a stand-alone novel, anyone can pick up. Now that this fact has been addressed, I can truly begin this review. Alice Oseman’s novel ended up taking me through a rollercoaster of emotions. Each piece of dialogue felt like a real person; I easily envisioned every scene, like it was something out of a movie. Books with this quality are very enjoyable. However, it has to be said— the writing was not my cup of tea in the first few chapters. It was hard to continue reading her boring, and repetitive thoughts for three chapters. You need to be pretty patient to get to the better plot points, which is the reason I give Solitaire 4 stars. As said from the beginning,—Yes—I soon grew fond of Tori’s narration, as well as later situations involving her. I find curiosity and wonder in her character— she’s dynamic, yet wishes not to be. She meets people, it changes her. She witnesses things, it changes her. She gets through obstacles, it changes her. She, however, is in denial. Victoria Spring lives her life as if these things aren’t happening; This is often my way of dealing with emotions, so I easily sympathize with her character. Being content with her everyday life: going to school, blogging, watching a film every night— that is her life. The first instance that doesn’t follow her “everyday life” is a ruse at her school. It’s better known as “Solitaire”. It is a blog that posts humorous things as well as random mottos. She and another, Michael Holden, are the first to know of it. And from the many mysteries of this weird blog, begins the interesting months of Victoria Spring’ life.

Extra Note: I definitely recommend this book to anyone who enjoys coming-of-age stories. An accurate depiction of Solitaire’s writing is that of the movie, Lady Bird. Though very different characters, the story gives off the same feel of indie films.

“Solitaire the Playlist” https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KFitTYFby69AqJgIIs8m3?si=Qvos81BYRl2NSmvhqqZDbQ

“ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?” by Tyler The Creator: With its sad undertones, this song describes the end of something. This song reminds me of the ups-and-downs of Tori’s relationships with people. She is not good at reaching out to people; she believes it hard for people to genuinely like her. Tori also presents to us she has issues with some of her friends’ behavior. Whether good or bad result, she confronts the issue, and regrets doing that often.

“There is a Light That Never Goes Out” by the Smiths: This song is mentioned in the book by Tori. She describes the group, The Smiths, as something so called “vintage” phonies listen to. Though our main character has such dislike for the group, it further emphasizes her comments on the world around her.

“This Charming Man” by the Smiths: I believe this songs’ lyrics can easily connect to everyone in the story. The lyrics depict that a person doesn’t know their place. Most of the characters Tori interacts with, along with herself— they don’t know their place in the world. They do things differently, to think otherwise.

“This Charming Man” reminds me much of Michael. He enjoys the band, but it is more about the melody’s energy— if his personality were a song, it would be this one.

“No Surprises” by Radiohead: Tori tells us she listens to random music by Radiohead. I feel as though she would connect with “No Surprises” the most. The song’s overall feel is similar to Tori’s emotions. She expects bad things to happen to her as lyrics narrate. This song also describes the beauties of life, as she often does. Both do it in such a way of randomness. They tell us such depressing things, yet still find beauty in the little things.

“Fool” by bôa: Tori and Michael try to find their forms of escapism; this song describes exactly that action. In a place where both feel they don’t belong, they get along well. Yet, they both have their individual issues to deal with. “But when I look inside I find the place to try, to hide, to fly” is a perfect lyric to describe what they do when given a problem. Though different people, Victoria Spring and Michael Holden aren’t very different.

[dcviated]

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@pastballads​ sent: 3, 10

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

Everyone has more or less had an impact on how I write. Through a strange form of osmosis I drain little bits from everyone who comes into contact with my blog. And it’s been different for each character. But when it comes to my writing as a whole the person who had the biggest impact on me is one of the first people I saw on tumblr. They went by ‘Tavs’ back when but I believe they changed their handle at some point.

We don’t keep in touch anymore, whether by neglect of contact or changing of interest when it comes to writing, but it was their way of writing into a character’s head that really impacted me and got me to beef up my characterization. Adding a character’s inner monologue and thought process helps connect one bit of dialogue to another, and helps the other writer get an idea of how your muse is feeling.

I hope they’re well!!

10. what genre do you most enjoy, whether in roleplay, or fiction as a whole? (fantasy, period, superhero, etc.)

FANTASY. And it’s not even close! Whether it’s medieval d&d-esque stuff with wizards and magic or modern-type settings with mysterious otherworldly underbellies or fantastical overlaps. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy most other genres (outside of historical and period, not really my beat) but when you break the chains of reality I feel like that’s really when you can have fun with RP doing ridiculous scenarios and situations.

Most of my muses, before anything else, get a fantasy verse for that reason. Most blogs I seek out are muses that fit into the genre, so I like there to be an available roster for them to enjoy. Which reminds me- I need to write out Samus’s fantasy verse because I totally have one with her as a valkyrie type character bwahaha.

I also feel like it makes it easier for muses to interact in that way. You don’t have to worry as much about class, or setting, or where they are in the world. When you go high level enough it’s sooo much easier to get hilarious pairings going. Even if you’re just going to isekai a motherfucker.

[padfootastic]

being so obsessed with certain characters in extremely specific dynamics leads to me getting a fully body electric shock when i get out of my echo chamber lmao

[lovelyspring7]

A Piece Of Cake | KTH x Reader

Summary: It’s your little sister’s birthday and you’ve been asked to pick up the cake at the local bakery, not knowing that the little interaction with the cute baker would have such a huge impact on your life forever.

Work count: 2k

Genre: Yandere, angst

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Warnings: Yandere, stalking, jealousy, obsession, poison, mental breakdowns, panic attacks, abusive & neglectful parents, family issues, non consensual touching.

Disclaimer: This type of content is not suitable for all audiences and I do not condone any of the presented behaviours. This is purely for entertainment and fictional purposes and I don’t think any BTS member would act like this.

Authors note: it’s my first fanfic and I literally wrote it while I was sleep deprived. But I’d love some feedback so that I can improve! That being said, enjoy!💕😊

Read part 2 here

I crouched down to pick up one of the many gifts my parents had gotten for my little sister Jia. It was her birthday this weekend and she wanted to celebrate it with all our cousins. Our parents think it’s sweet that she wants to celebrate her 7th birthday with the rest of the family. Truth is, she just wanted more gifts and attention.

“Hey, be careful with those!” My mother yelled as she got out of the car.

“Sorry…” I mumbled, carrying the gifts into the house. That’s where the party will be held, my father and Jia will be here in a few hours. I don’t know how it’ll be a surprise since she’s the one that suggested it. But my parents didn’t ask twice and arranged it the same week.

“Okay so we got all the gifts she wanted, the princess decorations… and everyone will be here by six,” She said, reading the list on her phone. “Oh, and I need you to pick up the cake for Jia.”

“The cake? I told you that I have to finish my essay after helping with the decorations.” I reminded her.

“Sweetheart, are you jealous?”

“What? No, I just really need to-“

“Sweetie, it's your sister's birthday, so can you stop being selfish for once in your life?” She scolded.

“Now now, stop being difficult and be here before six. I need to make sure none of the staff steals anything like last time” she said, harshly whispering in the last part.

“Yes, mother.” I simply said.

“Good, now hurry up and remember- hey! no no no, the flowers are supposed to be all red roses!” She yelled, walking towards the staff, creating once again chaos.

It wasn't a secret my parents favorited Jia more than me. I wasn’t supposed to be born and before they could get an abortion, my grandparents insisted that they got married and started a life together. Things weren’t easy since I’ve always felt like my parents neglected me, they say it’s because they were too busy. Apparently so busy that they forget to even say “Happy birthday” on my birthdays.

With Jia, they got to start all over again. They got a second chance to actually be a parent. And as much as I dislike my parents, I don’t hate Jia. It’s not her fault we got shitty parents, well, I got shitty parents.

I stopped to look at the sign that said “Cakey Bakey”, cringing at the very generic name I walked in, the old bell clock made a tingling sound and the fresh, sweet, warm smell of different varieties of pastries hit my face.

“Hey, how can I help you, pretty?” A guy in his twenties asked with the warmest smile I’ve ever seen. His hands rested at the counter, leaning forward as he wore a blue and white striped apron.

Ignoring the nickname, “Oh um, I’m here to pick up a cake.” I nervously said, staring at his name tag, “Taehyung” I thought to myself, I almost said it out loud.

“Aren’t you a bit too old for princesses?” He smiled, turning to the silver fringe behind him. I'm assuming the cake is in there. “It’s for my sister Jia,” you slowly said, looking down at your shoes.

“I know, I was just trying to make you laugh. I can’t let you go out of this bakery with a frown on your face, what would people think.” He said grinning as he packages the cake in a white box.

“I’m sorry for cringing at the name of this place, but Cakey Bakey?” I said anxiously, “the name is just so-”

“Ridiculous, cheesy, silly?“ he laughed, “I know, I mean I get Cake House or Bake Love. But Cakey Bakey?” He laughed once again loudly.

Not being able to control myself, I burst out laughing. I agree it is a stupid name. I haven’t been able to laugh for a long time now, but soon enough I feel hot tears stream down my face. I quickly squeezed my eyelids shut, hoping that the tears would stop.

“Hey hey, are you okay sweetheart?” He worried, trying to meet your eyes.

“I’m fine, just don’t call me that please.” I sobbed, avoiding his gaze as I rapidly took the cake and ran out humiliated.

Just great, I lost control of my emotions and embarrassed myself. I’ve never been out of control before and almost always kept my emotions in check.

“Here’s the cake mother,” I said placing the cake on the counter, tired and worn out from the incident before. 

“What took you so long?! Seriously, do you hate your sister that much and want to ruin her party too?” She said snatching the cake from the counter and placing it on a cake stand.

I couldn’t care anymore, I didn’t care that the staff was near the kitchen, I didn’t care that the guests would be here in a few hours. I tried to bite my tongue but the taste of blood only made me see red.

“No mother, I don't hate Jia.” I started, “I hate you and my father. All you guys ever do is mistreat me, criticize me, and shame me. I don’t ask for much, heck I never do. I know you love Jia more than me but you don’t have to rub it in my face and purposely mistreat me!” I yelled, angry tears forming in my eyes. Wow, I’ve been holding that one for a while.

“Gosh I knew we shouldn’t have adopted you” she blankly said, letting out a sigh.

“What?”

“You heard me. Your so-called father and I couldn’t have children. We suffered multiple miscarriages so we decided to adopt you. Everyone was disgusted that we had adopted an orphan, so really Jia, your father, and I suffered the most.” She stated, believing every word she said.

“I… excuse me” I rushed out dumbfounded. It all made sense now, why she was so determined to make Jias birthday party the best party ever. It was so she could show off their biological daughter and win back the respect of family and friends. Showing off their perfect biological daughter that they were always supposed to have from the start.

I got into my car that I had managed to buy with the money from multiple part-time jobs throughout high school. I wanted to drive somewhere, anywhere, but I didn’t know where. Parking in an abandoned parking lot, all I could do was sit in my car and cry out all the tears that I’d kept for years. I just felt so lonely.

Taehyung’s POV

I couldn’t believe what just had happened, this poor girl that was in front of me a second ago just couldn’t stop crying. I just had to make sure she was okay. I quickly close the bakery, knowing that I wouldn’t be fired because I’m the best baker they could ask for.

I followed her car and parked a few blocks away so that she wouldn’t see me. Standing outside her house I see staff stressing about some decorations. I easily walked into the house without being noticed as someone who doesn’t belong there. As I roam around looking for her, I hear a loud voice.

I walked closer to the sound that was coming from what appeared to be the kitchen.

“I know you love Jia more than me but you don’t have to rub it in my face and purposely mistreat me!” I heard her yell, the built-up pain in her voice. My poor girl. I had this urge to come out of hiding and hold her, making sure that everything was gonna be okay as I comfortly kiss her.

By the end of it, listening to that damn woman made my blood boil, how can she be so self-centered and negligent, disgusting.

My sweet girl must’ve felt so lonely, no one to care for her, no one to love her. My heart began racing as my breathing got deeper, I stood there against the wall, with my fists clenched by my sides. I couldn’t help but to feel sorry for her. I barley knew her, but seeing her like this would be the very last time.

Hours had passed, and I had cried so much that I just felt so numb. I had been staring at the scented car refresher dangling from the front view mirror for half an hour now. I was too tired to notice who was standing behind the car refresher until they knocked on the window, holding groceries. Damnit, if I saw him earlier I would’ve ducked. Saved the embarrassment from earlier you know.

Rolling down the front door glass. “You stalk people now?” I joked trying not to show that I was upset, but my puffy face said otherwise.

“Funny,” he smiled. “I came by to make sure that you’re okay.” He continued.

That being said, I opened the car door for him. He got in, sat down and observed me. Looking at me weirdly. The same way my- Jia's parents look at her.

“I’m fine thanks for asking,” I said looking down at my hands, almost whispering.

“Earlier when you ran out I had followed you- to make sure no harm was done to you!” He quickly corrected himself.

Already feeling uncomfortable, I slowly try to stay calm. Trying to not show him signs of me being unsettled. No one has ever cared enough to check up on me, even friends in high school. The only times they had reached out was when they needed help with assignments, tests or to rant about their lives.

“Yeah no I’m fine” I smiled to reassure him.

“Mhm, listen I heard everything between you and that woman,” what he said caught my breath.

“It’s none of your business,” I said rapidly. There was a long pause before he spoke up, instead, he just took out a piece of cake with a single candle on it. Seeing my confused expression, he lights the candle “I assumed you never celebrated your birthday?“ Feeling embarrassed that he was right, I could only nod.

“There you go, care to blow it out?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and excitedly waiting for me. Getting closer to the cake, I softly blow. Happy birthday to me I think. I watch him take a fork out from the bag, picking cake and bringing the fork closer to my mouth. Not eating for almost a whole day, I gladly ate the slice of cake as he fed me the whole time.

“Thank you, Taehyung. For, for not judging me, and for not making me feel worse than I already feel.” I smiled, genuinely.

“Of course, I will always be there for you. Matter of fact, from now on I’ll be the only one for you.” He assured me, reaching his hand out to caress my face as he stared into my eyes.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean?” I panicked trying to get away from his touch but feeling too weak to be able to move at all. The look in his eyes made my heart race, my breathing started getting shorter and shorter.

“I baked a cake for them, actually, similar to the one you ate, the only difference was that yours was baked with love and theirs with aconite,” Taehyung explained, smirking at the thought of what that lethal drug could do to your family.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to help them, I needed to do something. Sure they weren’t the best people but they don’t deserve to die.

“What they had done to my pretty girl” he whispered, tucking my hair behind my hair. “No one will ever hurt you again, I’ll make sure of that. I’ll take care of you, love you and I’ll- princess are you crying? Shh, don’t cry over those people. It’s okay baby” He cooed, wiping my tears away with his thumb.

“Now, I need you to be a good girl and take a nap, can you do that for me, mhm?” He said, softly kissing my torn stained cheek.

I didn’t know what he’d do if I didn’t stop crying, I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, and my vision was getting blurry. All I could do for now was to close my eyes and let the darkness swallow me.

“Good girl.”

[avenirdelight]

Something in Disguise | PART 1

John Stones

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

John is a player for England National Team and she is a physiotherapist for the team, they’re colleagues, and that’s it. If there’s anything more, they’re probably in disguise. (A kind reminder that this is a fiction!)

If she’d been asked what was going on between her and John Stones, she definitely would say “nothing”. They just worked together for the England National Football Team; he was a player and she was a physiotherapist, they were colleagues, and that was it.

But everyone in the whole squad could tell that something was definitely going on between the two of them. Every outsider would probably sense it if they’d seen them standing next to each other. 

The awkwardness and the thing that could almost be considered as hatred, they were always there and someone wouldn’t need a special skill to notice it. The flat and dull tone, the judging and cynical glances, and their indiscreet attempts to avoid each other if possible were proof that they dislike each other intensely.

But really, she was still going to answer “nothing” if she’d been asked about what was going on between her and John Stones, because to her there was really nothing going on. She just didn’t vibe with the defender, that was all.

From the get go, she had never really connected with John Stones. She still remembered perfectly how they’d met for the first time just over a year ago. The man had been on his phone and extremely quiet when he’d come to her for a session. She’d tried to be friendly and polite, since she was new there, so she’d introduced herself and everything.

During the whole session, all he’d said was, “Nice to meet you, I’m Stonesy” and some necessary answers to the questions she’d asked about the pain he had on his leg, but he’d shown no interest in the little conversations she’d tried to make. She’d felt so stupid for even trying, because apparently John Stones was a very cold man. And a bit rude, really.

She wasn’t the type of person who would make the effort to approach someone again if they had given her a bad first impression. So she kind of went along with how John Stones acted towards her. Their lack of interactions had also made her come to the conclusion that maybe John Stones either disliked her performance or hated her, because the man would never go to her unless all the other physios were occupied and he had no other choices. It had annoyed her the first time she’d realised it and since then, she just started thinking that John Stones was a very weird person.

Everything got even weirder when they’d see each other again in her second camp. Every time they had been in the same conversations with the other players and staff in the physio room, they’d always had different opinions on everything and sometimes they would even have little arguments, making things between them more complicated. Five camps later, it was still so easy for John Stones to get on her nerves and who knew, maybe he secretly enjoyed it, just like she did every time he lost their little debates.

The conclusion was, as much as they both didn’t want to admit it, the fact that she and John Stones didn’t have a good relationship was a secret to no one — ones who paid attention, at least. Due to no efforts from both of them to try to make everything better, everything was still the same until now.

So, she clearly didn’t expect John Stones to come approaching her in the dressing room when they were getting ready to face Hungary for World Cup qualifiers.

Tonight, they needed to play in a vile and hostile atmosphere. It was a full stadium in Puskás Arena. From the dressing room, they could hear how loud the Hungarian supporters were chanting harsh words for the England team. There wouldn’t be a warm welcome for them and somehow everybody knew that something bad could possibly happen when they played on the pitch tonight.

“I don’t think you should go out there,” John said as he stood beside her, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. His deep voice didn’t only attract her attention, but also Jack whom she was taking care of on the treatment table. “It’s really not safe out there. You should just stay here,” he said, briefly glancing at her. Worry was painted all over his face. “And all the female staff.”

Still surprised because of their close proximity —she could smell his cologne and she stopped herself from thinking how she loved the scent— she responded, “We’ll be okay. We’ll just stay in the stands…” Their eyes met for a split second, before she moved her attention back to Jack’s calves. “There’ll be a lot of security around too, I’m sure.”

“Nah, it doesn’t guarantee anything. We better not take risks,” John shook his head as he met Jack’s questioning eyes. They didn’t know that John’s club teammate was astonished by the fact that John was talking to her and he was on the front row to witness it all — it was a rare view and Jack was enjoying it.

“Don’t worry, we will be careful,” she responded defensively, before letting out a little nervous laugh. She didn’t quite agree with John, she didn’t think it was necessary for her to stay inside. 

“No, I’ll talk to Martin. I’m sure he’ll—”

“That won’t be necessary. Seriously—”

“You’ll get hurt. I know it. Or someone will.”

“Wait, what? How do you know I’ll get hurt? Please, don’t—”

“John’s right,” Jack interfered, stopping both of them. He shifted his gaze between the two. “It’s crazy out there. I know things will be thrown to the pitch if we score. Flares and all that.” Sadly, it sounded possible and she felt upset already thinking about the scene.

After a little talk between the staff, the female staff decided to stay inside. She did too, at first. But after spending the first half watching the match from the TV inside the dressing room, she couldn’t help it anymore. She needed to be out there, watching the match from where she was supposed to, monitoring Jack and the other boys who had been having slight problems and praying that they wouldn’t get injured. It wasn’t fun yelling and groaning in the dressing room, anyway.

So she went out to the stands where the England staff sat and realised that the Hungarian fans were louder than she thought. It didn’t scare her, but only made the anger and desperation inside her grow, and it got worse as she listened to the chants; she hoped that the boys could score a goal and prove these people that their determination would not wither no matter how hard they tried to bring their spirits down.

That same anger and desperation was also shown in John’s face. England still hadn’t been able to take the lead, they still needed to find a crack on Hungary’s defense. And John looked like he wished he could just go to the front line and score the first goal himself.

But instead, he got booked for a tackle on one of Hungary’s midfielders who was trying to go forward. He debated the referee, looking completely pissed off by it. He shook his head as soon as the card was shown, walking away in distress. Once he was back on his position, his eyes wandered to the stands, looking at the opposition’s supporter who looked completely pleased that he got booked, rewarding Hungary with a free-kick.

John wasn’t even sure why, but he was angered even more when he kept his eyes wandering, this time to the stand just behind the dugout, and met her eyes that were staring at him from far away.

Everything was starting to get heated, something told John that it was only going to get uglier. So far they’d only thrown cups to the pitch, who knew what they were going to do next? He didn’t want her to be there. She was going to get hurt. But at that moment, he hadn’t known that it would really happen.

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First goal by Raz and the pitchside almost looked like it had been turned into a giant trash can, full of cups the supporters had thrown. Third goal by Maguire and there was a flare tossed to the pitch; she gasped because she thought that it was going to hit one of the boys. John looked enraged by it as he wanted to approach the burning flare, but luckily Jack had noticed him and grabbed his hand, stopping him from doing something stupid; a breath of relief escaped her lips. Fourth goal by Declan, she stood up from her seat and clapped her hands with a big smile on her face.

But then she yelped, before the pain started to seep in. It stung, like the back of her head had been hit so hard with a small rock, or maybe it was a rock, she didn’t know. She glanced around, and the supporters behind her were still passionately screaming and yelling. And this time, she suddenly didn’t feel safe out there. She didn’t usually agree with John Stones but now she did, regretting not listening to his advice. Maybe she really shouldn’t be there, so she quietly made her way inside.

Ten minutes later the boys swarmed into the dressing room in a buzz. She tried to hide herself somewhere in the corner. But with a pack of ice on her head, she couldn’t really escape anyone. Those faces of joy turned into faces of concern instantly when they saw her. She needed to shoo them all away, saying, “Guys, it’s just a small bump! I’m fine!” A bump had formed, it wasn’t big or noticeable, but it was there.

And only when those faces of concern had moved away from her view, she realised that a pair of eyes had been fixed on her the whole time. They had won four-nil, but those eyes were still dark like when they were still struggling in the first half, or like when the owner of the eyes was shown a yellow card. Those eyes were gawking at her, she needed to avoid them by leaving her place and answer to Kalvin’s distress call — the midfielder said that his hand was hurting again.

She didn’t quite understand it. Was John mad because she didn’t listen to his advice to stay inside? It was strange enough for her to see him show some concerns towards her. She thought that all this time John never cared about her, and wouldn't care about anything that happened to her. But it seemed like he did. And it was confusing. He was not supposed to act this way.

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i don't know if you guys know this yet, but i write an england nt themed imagine for every england camp. i've only written for jack and declan — this time it's gonna be john and it's gonna be a 3-shots!

i actually wrote something for john last camp, but i didn't manage to finish it and ended up giving up on it. i'm replacing it with this one, the idea had been stuck on my head for a while. and even though this was inspired by a match from two camps ago, i hope you still enjoyed it!

My Masterlist🤍

[pan-ic-at-the-homehome]

Golden Child Pt. 1

I literally can't remember where I found it but I read a headcannon for an angsty SBI +Reader and I loved it so much that I had to write something similar to it but I think I might have forgotten to like it, so if you know what the original is please tell me so I can credit them I was partially inspired by@helliontherapscallion's "Adrenaline Junkie" series, simply for the fact that because of them i haven't stopped thinking of inventor reader. Also let's just pretend that uh my human biology degree isn't going to waste by me writing blindness incorrectly ha ha. This is a purely fictional way that blindness works.

(REMINDER YOU IDIOT, FOR THE PURPOSES OF THIS STORY: Wilbur is 26, Techno is 20, Tommy is 16, Phil is 32, SO READER IS 22, GET IT RIGHT AND STOP MESSING UP)

As soon as Y/N's wings started developing, they were instantly the favorite child. Philza still showed his love to Wilbur, but nowhere near as much as he did to his winged child. If he had to choose between spending time with them or Wilbur, he'd pick them in a heartbeat. Wilbur was usually upset when this happened, but he had gotten used to it and had learned ways to cope with it.

This was until Techno showed up. On their doorstep. Next to a freezing Philza who had sacrificed most his warmth to the young piglin. Wilbur had his thoughts on this, yhough he kept them to himself. But Y/N couldn't be happier! This meant a new friend, AND they were right when they said that Phil was just a nice person, there wasn't a favorite child! Right?

They quickly realized that Techno wasn't their friend, as the first interaction they had together was them getting a claw to the face by the piglin. Philza just simply sighed and made sure the wound would stop bleeding before tending back to the scared pig.

Y/N was only eight at the time, they didn't know what they were feeling. But whatever it was didn't feel good.

Since that day, Y/N was the new Wilbur and 'Technoblade' was the golden child. Y/N wanted the spotlight back, so they tried hard at everything. Nothing ever worked. Nothing was better than what Techno could do. Nothing was more amazing than Techno's knowledge, or his skills in fighting, or his odd way of speaking, or those stupid things that he did, or the fact that he'd always blame it on some 'voices' in his head. That he had a God complex. That he was better than Wilbur. He was better than Tommy. He was better than you...

He was always better than you. Of course. Thats what you felt when you first met. Not amazement, not the happiness of having another friend. Of course not. It was overwhelming jealousy. But he was your brother, so you had to suck it up just like Wilbur did.

But soon enough, they came to peace with this. They moved on and worked on what they actually enjoyed, not what Philza enjoyed. Mechanics. Phil would have killed you if he learned of all the dangers that you put yourself through to consider yourself an inventor. Or.... Would he?

One day your older brother approached you with his idea to create "L'manburg". At first you couldn't help but laugh. But when it was realized that Wilbur wasn't joking and that he had already recruited Tommy, they agreed to join the fight for freedom. It was a way to pay Wilbur back for being there for them, afterall.

Y/N never imagined the true horrors that they would have to go through so they could say a 'thank you' to Wilbur. They never even truly said it to him, L'manburg was already exploded and he was killed before they could say it to him. Not even saying it to Ghostbur was good enough.

Y/N was forced to suffer through watching her loved ones go mad. Sometimes, they would try coming up with inventions that could help her friends out, and some that could help some regular problems in the world for other people. Most of them didn't work, they were only able to produce goggles that could just barely help fully blind people see. But it was a step in the right direction.

Then doomsday came. Y/N didn't want to be part of it, they didn't want to even try hurting their father and younger brother. They aren't even sure how they came to that point.

Before they knew it, they were begging the man who once gave them anything in the world for him to stop. The whole server was one big family especially everyone in the homes he was about to destroy. But what they wanted didn't matter anymore. It's what Technoblade wanted, and he wanted blood.

At the last moment, Y/N remembered Friend. Ghostbur would be devastated if Friend died.

Falling down to the ground from the small warning of TNT, Friend flooded their mind.

If they couldn't save L'Manburg, they needed to save Friend. Ghostbur wasn't the same, but Ghostbur is Wilbur. They still never said thank you. They have to show their gratitude through the miracle of Friend surviving.

And so that's what they set off to do. With no mind to their own self-preservation, Y/N got up and flew as fast as they could to save Friend. But before they could reach the sheep, a large pile of rubble fell on one of their wings, almost snapping it right off. Y/N tried to get it off but to no avail, and their whole body wasn't safe. As they saw more rubble they crouched down while covering their head with their hands and covering the undamaged wing with their body, they prepared for impact.

The last thing they could speak out was almost incomprehensible.

"Wil..... Will...... Ghosbu.............. Tommy.......... Dad............."

And then everything went black. Y/N couldn't see or feel anything. Not even after her youngest brother, the ghost of her older brother, and the three fiances of the SMP untrapped them. There was nothing.

After what felt like years for the brothers, there was finally a glimpse of Y/N waking up. But they continued to drift in and out of consciousness and whenever someone tried communicating they were completely unresponsive.

During this amount of time, it was agreed that it was in their best interest for their wings to be removed. They were both utterly useless now after being crushed and would just be extra weight with unnecessary pain that can be avoided the sooner their wings get removed. Just in case Y/N was still aware of everything going on, they were put under amnesia to lower the chance of them feeling the agony of a wing removal surgery.

Slowly Y/N began more responsive to people, but never to the same amount. Everyone that took care of them were absolutely heartbroken when they figured out part of the rock that fell on them damaged a vital organ that allowed a person to see. Luck was in fact on their side for damaging their eyesight instead of the brain, however most people didn't see it that way.

Ghostbur took it upon himself to become Y/N's seeing-eye dog. He missed having Friend nearby and Y/N was the thing he connected to the most after Friend's death.

After a few months of trying to get used to no longer having sight or wings Y/N was finally allowed back in their lab with a large amount of supervision from Ghostbur. While carefully running their hands across some unfinished inventions, Y/N comes across the goggles that they made at least a year ago. It immediately smarked a memory deep within their brain, the closest thing they had felt to seeing something ever since doomsday.

"Ghostbur, what color are these?" "Oh, they're blue. Blue's a really nice color, it reminds me of Friend. Do you remember Frien- Why are you looking down at those like that? Would you like some blue, it takes your sadness away! Wait dont put them on, the glass has cracks!" Y/N snickers as the ghost tries to take them away from them without being super forceful, "I'm already blind, what's the worst it can do?"

"Dont say that!" Ghostbur gasps, "We will find a way to get your vision back, those goggles might make it impossible!"

"I made these around the time you first showed up. I ran multiple tests with them and I was able to help a blind person see the world again. Sure, it was very blurry, hard to distinguish a lot of colors from each other, we have a different kind of blindness, and its been more that a year since I last tested them, but they might still work." Y/N explains, then they turn their back to Ghostbur and put the goggles on. This time, Ghostbut only makes a sound in protest.

Blinking, Y/N could feel the stimulation in their brain that they lost along with their eyesight come back. They moved their hands from the position they were in to put the invention on to Y/N's line of sight, and they could see their hands again. Fuzzy, shapeless, hands with a few bandaids and many scars on them.

"So, are they working?"

The voice of your brother brings Y/N back to reality and they turn to look at him. They had completely forgotten what Ghostbur looked like, only remembering vaguely what child Wilbur looked liked and a brief description of how Ghostbur's appearance differed for Wilbur's.

Y/N wraps their arms around the Ghost, not actually hugging but just doing the motion to where they would hug a person they could actually touch, as they tried to not cry in front of him.

(WOOOOOO THIS ENDED UP A LOT LONGER THAN I EXPECTED AND I'M NOT EVEN DONE YET, SO I SEPARATED IT INTO TWO PARTS)

[fairyoftbz]

insecurities | l. juyeon

🧸 pairing: idol!juyeon x (insecure) fem!reader 🧸 word count: 2.7k 🧸 genre: angst, fluffy end 🧸 tw: mentions of insecurities, doubts 🧸 a/n: sorry i forgot to post, i had a busy day and im exhausted, i hope it's gonna be enough! 🧸 requested: yes! thank you, it is very cliché but i hope this is what you had in mind! 💝

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Juyeon came home tired but happy, excited to see you again after a long day of intense practice and a show where he participated as an MC. You, on the other hand, were not as happy as he was, but you were for sure tired of something.

You couldn’t deny it, dating Juyeon had positive points, he was everything you could ask for in a man, but there were just as many negative points. He was an attractive, sweet gentleman, and it was almost impossible for him not to attract other girls, not even doing it on purpose. And it was one of your many insecurities even if you considered yourself pretty, you couldn’t help but get insecure every time he talked to someone else.

Because let’s be honest, in the Korean music industry, every single woman looks like an absolute goddess. So, when he interacts with someone, and they’re a bit too friendly, your heart pinches in pain as he gives them the smile he keeps for you and you only.

You think that they are more interesting, prettier and funnier than you, which has the ability to send your thoughts to the dark side of self-consciousness, not feeling pretty or enough next to those women. And tonight, it was hard to watch on National TV your boyfriend being extremely friendly with the other MC.

You had tried to comfort yourself that it was just a mask, that he had to look friendly and handsome on TV. However, you couldn’t help feeling disappointment and anger as he gave attentive eyes to the other MC as she explained something, his eyes falling on her lips pressed against the mic.

Juyeon walks through the main door, tossing his keys on the chest of drawers, getting rid of his jacket and shoes before joining you in the living room, happy to see that you were watching the same channel he appeared on. Eyes glued on the screen, your thumb rubbed against your lips, feeling the skin of the cuticles you scratched while watching your boyfriend feeling rough against your lips.

“Hi love,” he said as he sat next to you, pressing his lips on your cheek. You didn’t react, only emitting a slight hum as he sat comfortably.

Juyeon frowned but didn’t raise your bad mood, trying to think what was going on inside your head. Maybe you had a bad day, or you were just tired, despite scratching his head and think, he couldn’t pinpoint what had brought you in such a bad mood.

“Did you have fun?” you bitterly spat, and Juyeon’s eyes widened, surprised by your tone, the wrinkle on his forehead deepening as his brows furrowed at your attitude.

“I did. Are you mad or something?” he bluntly asked, and you sighed, taking the remote to turn the TV off, falling in an unpleasant, uncomfortable silence.

“Oh no, I’m super fine. I really enjoyed my boyfriend giving heart eyes to another girl on national TV, it was such a nice thing to watch,” you bitterly chuckled, and Juyeon’s eyes widened even more, not expecting you to pull out the jealousy card on that.

“Babe, what are you talking about? You know-”

“Please, spare me your fake confusion and lame excuses, I clearly saw what I saw. My eyes never deceive me,” you said while standing up, but Juyeon was quick to imitate you and grab your wrist to prevent you from walking away. You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he only tightened his hand around it.

“Juyeon, let me go,” you said through clenched teeth, trying to prevent the tears from escaping your eyes. Breaking down was the last thing you wanted to do in this situation.

“Not before you explain to me what this fuss is all about,” he said, irritation replacing confusion in his eyes. You let out a mocking scoff, your eyes filled with anger and disdain boring into your boyfriend’s, holding eye contact for a few seconds.

“You really think I’m this dumb? I clearly saw the eyes you gave to the other MC when you were both animating the show. Cracking jokes, giving her smiles that could outshine the sun, your eyes ogling her lips when she was talking or smiling. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch that?” you raised your voice, letting anger take over your body.

“I never did all of that, I don’t know what you are insinuating,” he spat, trying not to show it, but your words hurt him, hating the fact that you could imagine him cheat on you or fancy another girl.

“Go on social media then, you will see what I am ‘insinuating’! Everyone is already talking about how whipped you are and how cute of a couple you would look together. Some fans are even starting to make edits!” you shouted, shoving your phone in your hoodie’s front pocket.

Juyeon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his nerves a bit, a gesture that had the ability to enrage you even more. Your family used to do that when they found you annoying or wanted to belittle you, and now seeing Juyeon doing the exact same thing as them really made you even more insecure about this whole situation. Your family made you feel like a real burden during your childhood and teen years that it hurt you to think that Juyeon was probably agreeing with that thought right now.

“Y/N, I don’t know what you are talking about. I was just trying to be nice, I can’t be rude or it’s mine and the group’s reputation that I’ll take down with me-”

“No it’s okay, no need to explain yourself, the message was very clear,” you said, and you finally freed yourself from his grip, your heart breaking as Juyeon sighed in annoyance again, seeing him almost roll his eyes.

“It’s not what I meant, and you know it. Don’t react like that, please,” he started, but you waved your hand in front of you.

“No, no, I got it, you-”

“Y/N, for the love of God, stop being so fucking insecure, it’s getting so fucking annoying at this point! I can’t do anything without you getting fucking doubtful, start having faith in me and in this relationship, dammit!” your eyes widened as Juyeon eventually snapped, his mouth slowly closing as he stared at you, realisation hitting him that his words and tone made a lot of damage once he saw the tears gather in your eyes and roll down your cheeks.

The couch separated the two of you, creating the illusion of a painful wall that made you shiver, feeling like your apartment had lost all of its warmth on the spur of the moment. His words were brutal, and they bounced around your skull, your head turning towards the corridor to swallow the lump forming in your throat, trying not to break down in front of him.

“Y/N, I’m-”

“Leave me alone,” you replied, voice wavering as you walked out of the living room, slamming the bedroom door shut before locking it.

Juyeon sighed and carded his hands through his dark locks, closing his eyes as he thought of the words that had escaped his mouth too quickly. He cursed under his breath as the living room fell into a deafening silence, his hands linked at the back of his neck as he thought of what just happened.

“Why did I say that,” he muttered under his breath and collapsed on the couch, unlocking his phone and scrolling on social media to try and momentarily forget your beautiful face painted with a hurtful expression because of him, but it was to no avail.

He saw what you saw; the fiction, the edits, the collages, he saw and read everything. He already hated seeing you cry and being hurt, but he actually loathed himself for being such an idiot and not comfort you about the whole situation with what was happening on every social platform.

His heart shattered in millions of pieces as he pictured you crying in your shared bed, holding the stuffed animal he got you for your anniversary tight against your chest, letting you drown in your insecurities and intrusive thoughts. He loved you very much, but despite him trying to remind you every single day, your intrusive thoughts always managed to get the upper hand when you found yourself hanging out on your own or with some friends. It was as if your brain shut out everyone who tried to reassure you or make you feel better, letting you drown and struggle in your sorrow.

Yes, the other idols were pretty, but they were nothing compared to you. Juyeon had only eyes for you and cared about you and, of course, his members, but never had he thought about leaving you for someone else. His intentions were just to sound and appear nice and welcoming on TV because he knew that some fans, antis and media wouldn’t hesitate a second to bash him on different platforms and articles for his rudeness and insensitivity towards his idol colleague. And not only would he break his reputation, but also the group’s, and that’s the last thing he wanted.

However, he also understood that it was something hard to watch for you, even if he reminded you every single day that you were the only one that mattered in his eyes.

Sitting on the couch, he started reflecting, putting himself in your shoes for a second. How would he have reacted if he saw you being super friendly and affectionate to another man? Someone more handsome, nicer than him, cracking jokes here and there to see you smile and laugh.

He tossed his phone on the couch space next to him, where he wished you were instead of crying yourself in your shared bed, watching the device bounce, collide with the armrest and fall on the ground. He didn’t even fret checking if the screen cracked, head too high in his thoughts to bother.

Resting his elbows on his knees, he pressed his joined hands against his mouth, tongue poking his inner cheek as he realised he had really messed everything up. His knee started bouncing at the disgusting thought of losing you, perfectly knowing that he had to do something before you could slip through his hand like grains of sand.

Juyeon stood up and knocked on the bedroom door, softly calling for your name.

“Y/N?” he asked, and you didn’t respond, faintly hearing you cry on the other side of the wall. “Go away, please,” your strained voice barely making it to his ears, his fingers drumming against the surface of the door in frustration.

From your side of the bed, still holding that teddy bear close to your chest, you let your tears damp the top of its head, feeling the exhaustion of crying kicking in. Juyeon didn’t knock another time, trying not to push your buttons too much to save his chances to talk to you.

You heard a small thud on the lower part of the door, frowning as you wondered what it was. Deep breathings filled in the silence lingering in the corridor, selfishly feeling a bit relieved that you weren’t the only one hurt in this situation. Juyeon was a smart, tolerant man, he knew when to put his pride aside and not blame you for something you said or did. Well, it’s not the case for this time, and it’s probably exhaustion that spoke for him, and that, of course, doesn’t excuse anything, but he wanted to apologise and make up for everything.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me or hear my voice after what I’ve told you, but I really want to apologise for what I’ve said,” you held your breath to hear his faint, low voice on the other side of the door. You sat up and felt dizzy for a quick second, still holding the teddy bear against your chest, your face buried in its head as you let the tears keep rolling on your cheeks.

“I know it’s hard to date me, and I’m really sorry, I wish we had a simpler life, where we could hang out and go on dates like two normal people. It’s also hard for me to not be the type of boyfriend everyone wishes to have, but I’m so damn grateful to call you mine.” Juyeon marked a pause and ruffled his hair, pushing the front pieces away from his hair while thinking of his following words.

“I… you don’t know how much I’m sorry for using your insecurities against you. I shouldn’t have, it was the dumbest move I could ever do, but I just didn’t know what to answer. You are so pretty, so beautiful, amazing, and absolutely wonderful to have around to me, so seeing you this insecure makes me mad every time you compare yourself to someone you think looks prettier, thinner, or more perfect than you. It’s... really frustrating because I try my best to make you feel like a goddess and worth it every day, but those unrealistic society standards and god damn social media make you feel like you are not worth an ounce of love,” he took in a big breath and raised his knees upwards, letting his forearms rest on them.

You slowly opened the door behind him and dropped the teddy bear by his side, letting him know of your presence. He was quick to notice it and turn around to hug your legs tightly, your hands finding their way in his hair and started massaging his skull.

“I’m so sorry, Ju,” you faintly whispered, and he breathed in deeply against your skin as if he finally found you again after being separated from you for years.

He grabbed your cherished stuffed animal and stood up, holding it against your chest with a tender smile. He sat you down on the bed and gave you a proper hug, mouth pressing loving kisses on your forehead and temple as his hand caressed the back of your head, holding you as close to him as possible.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I really am. I love you so, so much, I’m really sorry for all the stupid words I’ve thrown at you,” he said, and you shook your head, squeezing your arms around his middle tightly as an answer.

“I guess I have to accept that you have eyes only for me. But you know, it’s hard to acknowledge it and believe it when you find everyone around you ten times more beautiful than you are,” you mumbled against his chest as you sat on his lap, and he nodded, feeling a lump rising in his throat.

“I know Y/N, I know. I wish I could rid you of those insecurities, my heart breaks each time I see you so unsure of yourself. You're just so beautiful and amazing, it honestly kills me to see you like this,” he whispered, and you bitterly chuckled, gently pulling away to look at him with pearly eyes, his arms around you holding you still tight, making sure that you wouldn’t go too far from him.

“You can’t do that, but maybe you can help me soothe them by keeping loving me the way you’ve done since day one,” you mumbled, and he smiled, his eyes shining with tears just like yours.

You both cupped each other’s face and sadly smiled at the other, Juyeon feeling comforted at the sensation of your thumbs wiping the tears away from his cheeks and vice versa.

“We just need time, love, but I promise I’m going to help you realise how much you mean to me and how beautiful you are. And how much I don’t care about other girls,” he mumbled, and he gently drew your face closer to his, your lips grazing against his mouth. You closed your eyes at the proximity, feeling so much love and passion in his kiss that it was getting hard to breathe.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Juyeon pulled away from your lips and whispered against your mouth, his hot breath mixing with yours.

“I love you too,” you smiled, burying your face in his neck, your boyfriend kissing the crown of your head while hugging you tight.

You giggled as Juyeon applied pressure on your waist, making you fall on your side on the bed. His hand gently cradled your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone with a soft smile on his face. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against his, feeling him chuckle and gently press his lips against yours.

[reigenhusband]

Heeeey just because someone finds a lot of comfort in characters doesn't mean they ""need professional help"" or that their way of coping is unhealthy.

Interest in media and fiction is ever expanding and we all have varying levels of how we enjoy things and that'll always be true for any interest. Everyone is going to deal with things differently and sometimes it won't be a conventional way! So reminder:

It's okay to cry when a character you adore dies or something bad happens to them.

It's okay to be uncomfortable with the way others in fandom treat your favorite character.

It's okay to collect merch of a favorite or own things that reminds you of them. Comfort items aren't invalidated just because it's media related.

It's okay to make your own little bubble where you tailor your experience. You don't have to enjoy something the same way others do if you makes you uncomfortable (ex. Interact with fandom of your fav franchise)

It's okay if a fictional character has helped you feel better about something or even make it through another day.

It's okay to have strong feelings about media!

Sometimes characters have impacted us so they become special to us! Folks shouldnt be shamed for having feelings about media and characters when they were literally created to evoke interest and emotions in those consuming it.

[lvlyhao]

『you’re dating him but he’s not your bias』

reaction fic; NCT Dream

A/N: this is nct dream’s reaction to realizing your bias is not him (and you’re a couple). gender neutral, got way too deep at some points and was NOT meant to be this long. enjoy.

note that english is my second language and i speak mixing slang, accents and spellings from 3283928 places so i did notice there’s practice written with both s and c down there so

just dont mind it pls

also, today’s photo theme is dream looking cute in low quality shots.

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓼: fluff (♡), angst (❆), comedy (☼), crack (⍢).

𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼: lots of swearing, my tough love for the neos, one mention of cheating that doesn’t actually happen, a couple of mentions of alcohol and drinking, some violence hidden in metaphors, me being chaotic, it got a bit more angsty and darker than i intended, but we do have all happy endings.

word count: 6.8K

pairing: nct dream members x reader ( includes mark, renjun, jeno, haechan, jaemin, chenle, jisung)

disclaimer: the characters in the story below do not reflect real people or present real facts. this is purely fictional, and you may not copy, change, translate or repost my work in any way. all rights reserved © cherry-hyejin 2021.

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Mark

oh, poor baby

i feel like he would be a little heartbroken 

just a little

not so much if it’s someone from dream, because they’re his little brothers, but if it’s one of his hyungs from 127 or wayv,,,,,

boy might cry

he’s not super dramatic about it or anything but i don’t see him as being super confident about himself

so he might think like

“do they think he’s cooler than me?”

and it’s silly, yes, he knows

but it’s just something that pops up in his mind sometimes when you bring him up

so for the sake of this fanfic let’s pretend you’re johnny biased

because gods know i am

at least when it comes to 127

mark would be divided into fanboying with you and being like “YO, HE’S THE COOLEST GUY ON EARTH OH MY GOD I’M SO GLAD YOU AGREE”

and

“a h”

<gives you a little tiny smile to cover up the sound of his heart breaking>

would constantly try to get closer to you when johnny is around, and just

showing off in little (kinda dumb) ways

complimenting you

being even more whipped than usual

like yes he’ll give you all of his watermelon slices just please don’t look at johnny like that again

i think johnny would kind of play into it with the whole “imma steal your s/o” thing

and he doesn’t do it to make mark jealous or hurt

we know he’d rather get hit by a train than ever actually upsetting his son on purpose

but we also know he’s johnny

cue “OH DUDE HE’S FLIRTING”

so yeah he might call you lil pet names (beautiful, cutie, you get it)

just to see you giggle 

(and see your soul leave your body)

might say he’s taking you out for dinner when he’s just driving you to get more ice cream for a movie night with the gang lol

and winks

expect a lot of winks

anywhere and anytime

which makes mark sometimes feel like he’s intruding???

and that you appreciate johnny more than him???

he genuinely doesn’t understand how you can date him and still not have him as your bias

don’t you like, love him above everyone else or smth lol

his “showing off” phase eventually fades tho

now every time you hang you with the boys and johnny is around, he’ll be a bit more distant 

he thinks he’s giving you space to interact with his friends but he’s just shying away from competing with one of his favourite people ever

and it’s a competition that Does Not Exist™

but he’s not 100% aware of that

and you’re not that dense 

so ofc you notice

and you wait till you two are alone to talk to him, and he BEGRUDGINGLY admits that you being johnny biased makes him feel kinda small and unimportant

he’d never try to make you change your bias or anything

he just needs reminders that he’s your #1 boy sometimes

which is fine by you

and by him

cus now it’s you calling him pet names all the time

and hugging him

and kissing his cheek

and praising his work

and blowing kisses from across the room

and just telling him straight up that no matter what, you’ll always go to him

(not that you ever had any chance with johnny lmao)

THIS GOES TO SHOW COMMUNICATING IS KEY, CHILDREN

COMMUNICATE

Renjun

wym donghyuck is your bias lol

literally are you fucking kidding him

don’t get me wrong ok

everyone knows renjun loves haechan

they’re bffs and could not live without each other

but at the same time,,,

what is wrong with you

who did he choose as his s/o gods help him

if it was jeno, or mark, or jaehyun, or winwin, or kun, or lucas, or yuta, or taeyong, or ten, or,,,,

literally ANY of his other members

he’d understand your point and be like “ok fine”

but haechan???? hmmm bestie no

he’s not gonna throw a fit

not after the first time you told him anyways

HE WAS SURPRISED OKAY

and he just whined very loudly after having laughed for 5 minutes thinking it was a joke

<flashbacks of that one time he had to sing the ottoke song with haechan on weekly idol>

if you don’t know that iconic scene, renjun had a whole ass meltdown in 3 seconds while yelling “aAAAAAH JINJJAAAAA” and getting ready to punch the living shit out of hyuck

for no reason other than the fact that it’s haechan we’re talking about and injun’s little body is filled with rage

BACK ON TRACK

would probably try to act all cool about it and be like “i don’t mind” but bruh does he mind

and it doesn’t help that haechan is such a little shit about it

he doesn’t even flirt with you

he just

constantly reminds renjun that he’s your bias—not him—and then constantly praises himself over you

“ah, y/n~ did you choose me as your bias because i’m the best vocalist? or was it because i’m the best dancer? mAYBE IT WAS BECAUSE OF MY OH SO BROAD SHOULDERS—”

(pause for injun to punch him)

(unpaused)

and ok in the beginning it was funny seeing him all worked up but now it’s just annoying to be in the same room as these two

haechan won’t let either of you live

and renjun just wants to

fight

so it eventually gets to the point where you’ll talk to renjun and jeno will talk to hyuck cus even the other dreamies are tired of it

except maybe for chenle, he always laughs his ass off when they start bickering

ANYWAY

your conversation goes something like “oh my god renjun i’m literally dating you, i don’t like haechan better or anything you little pile of fury”

while jeno sits hyuck down in front of him and jaemin and just

“bro why are you like this”

“bro”

no but renjun would apologize for going overboard with his protectiveness and jealous energy because he’s not generally like that

he’s angry all the time but never about something involving you, you know

he tries his best to treat you like the royalty you are

but something about hyuck being your bias makes him feel a bit like a castaway???

he’s very creative and as an artsy kid myself i know we’re very prone to feeling left out because we’re just different from the others

so he’d think maybe haechan really has a better voice

or better dancing skills

or he looks better

he is taller than injun after all, and has broader shoulders, and his hair is all fluffy and—

the whole thing just made him insecure about things he had settled with himself long ago

he was fine with being him

but not so much when it came to that

i don’t think you two would fight over it cus tbh i think renjun would really only get with someone who can be very understanding of him

and i think hyuck would actually apologize to renjun too

not when everyone’s around but like, maybe after dinner or something and he just needs to feel like they’re besties again

hyuck never meant for things to get out of control

he just really likes both injun and you as his friends, and aside from skinship his most prominent love language is,,,

teasing

he was really just trying (very poorly) to grow closer to the person his best friend loves so much—you—because renjun is SUCH a big part of his life it would just feel wrong to not be good friends with you as well

don’t tell them i said this but they hug it out

injun strikes me as someone that could take a bit of time to bounce back from something that hurt his pride or his sense of belonging

and his way of healing and bonding is just,,,

art

sure, keep being haechan biased, but also please read with him

and talk about his fantastic animal creations

and watch those buzzfeed unsolved alien theory videos because he really wants to discuss it and maybe even draw what he thinks the aliens look like

hyuck tones it down, you make sure renjun knows you like him for him, renjun starts to (secretly) appreciate hyuck’s talent along with you...

and now let’s take a moment to imagine the minute you watch their latest mv with injun by your side

and yes okay the first thing you see is CLEARLY how good renjun looks because holy fucking shit he’s an angel (and i’m clearly not renjun biased)

but then,,,,,,

wAS THAT A HAECHAN HIGH NOTE

(there’s always a haechan high note, just look for it)

and ok maybe he did scream a bit with you because of how good it all sounded

and you know what, it works out perfectly bc you two are my new otp and you were meant for each other

but we do have to mention the eventual happening of chenle saying like “oOoOoOoH y/N wErE yOu dRoOliNg oVeR hAeChAn AgAiN” after a special stage

and then you, injun and hyuck all attempt to choke him

i’m kidding

or not

Jeno

ah, lee jeno

aka samoyed boi

yes i do call him that no i will not stop

everyone is always writing jeno as being super protective and literally about to burst a lung if someone else ever does as much as look at you

but i just 

don’t see him that way

he’s a taurus and from what i know about taurus they can be v v jealous, yes, but they mainly seek comfort

so he’s fine with you biasing jaemin

as long as you’re not ditching him or anything lol

and ok, imma be 100% honest here even if it sounds like literal no fun (jenojaem wink wonk)

jaemin doesn’t flirt with you

not any more than he flirts with

every other breathing creature

ever

he’s really only platonically interested in you, never remotely romantic or anything lol

on the other side, he is in love with jeno

basically, if jaemin is your bias, jeno is his

so nothing really changes

we know how nomin are, okay

they hold hands, they stare deeply into each other eyes, they nearly kiss at least once every time they go live

it's just them

you gotta respect it bruh

i know this is the most boring reaction ever so let’s create the one (1) instance where jeno would actually dislike that you bias someone else

i think he would feel a bit hurt if you seemed to be more supportive of jaemin’s work than his

and it’s not something big or on purpose

it’s just something like going with him to a recording session but not going with jeno because you have homework

or after a very busy practise day going to praise jaemin first

even if it’s just three words

“you did good”

and then you’re going towards him, he’s gonna feel like maybe he doesn’t deserve your praise as much as nana????

i actually feel like, among the dreamies, jeno is the least confident one when it comes to his performance

he knows he’s not an awful rapper or anything but i think it can be a bit too much, being around such bright and huge presences like the others while his nickname literally means “no fun”

his members are just so loud and full of energy most of the time

and sometimes he just really needs to be quiet and observe in silence 

(yes i do know he’s chaotic and a crackhead, i’m just saying as we know he can be a bit introspective)

so what if you just

stopped seeing him?

did he become invisible to you?

did you finally fall for jaemin’s beautiful smile and stupid pick-up lines?

he’s not gonna let it show that he’s affected, though

earth signs are nearly always the ones to “stay strong” because we have this image that people are relying on us???

so we do what we do

bottle everything up and overwork ourselves bc we only got two modes

1. chill, super balanced and down to earth (ay for the pun)

2. please make us take a break we’re literally about to cry if we work for one more minute but we can’t allow ourselves to fucking take it easy

so yes you’ve guessed correctly, we’re going with 2

jeno is going to go so, SO hard on everything he does 

literally every single activity you can think of from dance practice to photoshoots to cooking for the dreamies

he stays up later than usual to get that one tricky move in the choreo just right

he works out more because he thinks he has to look absolutely perfect for when they shoot the mv

jisung asked for ramen? he’s making it but you bet your ass he’s spending over 40 minutes just chopping so

many

vegetables

AND STUFF THAT JISUNG WON’T EVEN EAT

but he’s doing it anyway for the reason being that it just has to be the Best™

and it’s not like he’s competing with anyone else to be diligent

this is just about being better than he was and showing himself—and maybe you—how painstakingly hardworking and driven he can be

maybe then you’re gonna acknowledge him as much as you acknowledge nana :((

:(((((

writing this is making me downright sad, jeno is so underrated and unaware of his power UGH

and i need to point out this is NOT about making you change your bias from jaemin to him, this is solely about having you recognize his efforts, even if you already do

if you just thought jeno was like going off in work because it was asked of him to, jaemin would DEF notice and talk to you about it

turns out it’s a habit of jeno to go extra hard sometimes and he needs someone to make him take a break

so it goes down like you breaking into the practice room when jeno and jisung were practising

the first reaction is confusion

the second is oh hey babe how are you

third is

a-are you dragging jeno and his bag out of the door while screeching at jisung to order pizza and doughnuts for everyone??

yes you are and i’m proud of you

so jeno is still confused and making those cute “hUh” noises he does omg i love him so much

and you’re just rambling about how much of an amazing artist he is, and you love his voice, and he’s a fantastic dancer, and his expressions and gestures are on point, and he takes such good care of the dreamies and

he’s perfect

and he knows jaemin must have talked to you, and he feels so vulnerable to have you know how on edge he’s been

baby boy just needs some rest

and that’s exactly what you give him, with a bath full of those fancy bath bombs and flower petals and candles at your house/apt

then a quick sheet mask while you massage his shoulders and keep saying how much you genuinely admire him

the mask might be ruined cus he started crying out of exhaustion

after that’s been done and you’ve hugged for at least like 5 min nonstop, you head over to the dorms, where hyuck was in charge of setting up a blanket fort while mork and nana gather board games, jisung gets the food and chenle

well chenle just had to make sure jisung doesn’t forget to order for someone and doesn’t break like 10 plates trying to set the table lol

this is way longer than the others so imma wrap it up

make it obvious and loud that you see and respect jeno’s hard work and he’ll be alright again

and maybe make those game nights a weekly thing when possible, it would make him very happy

he’ll never again feel sad when you praise jaemin cus now he’s sure he does enough, and above all, he is enough

Haechan

haechan = full sun

why would you ever bias someone when you’re dating the goddamned sun

does not understand

but also does not care that much

actually, one out of two really depending on who your bias is

if it’s one of the members he has that tom/jerry relationship with, prepare for so

much

complaining

and clinging

AND HE’D BE SO LOUD OH MY FUCKING GOD

donghyuck please stop screaming about doyoung not deserving to be your baby’s bias, it’s 2 am

on the other hand, if it’s one of the (few) members he,,,

adores with all of his heart and is not afraid to show it

ex: sungchan, jaehyun, taeil and yang2x

then you can bet he’s going to be right beside you whenever you feel like throwing a fit because he’s just so handsome and talented

IF IT’S MARK OSHDISJD

i’m going to write you as being mark biased ok? ok

i honestly don’t know if he’d feel more jealous of mark or of you

he loves you both

a lot,,,,

and he really doesn’t like it when mark blushes when you compliment him

and he doesn’t like it when mark literally just walks past you and you trip over your feet because bro tf u doing, that’s some embarrassing shit

lowkey done with you two

but also PAY HIM SOME ATTENTION

or don’t, he’s fine either way (cue crossed arms and staring at you from across the room until you come give him a kiss)

“he’s pretty cute but i’m cuter right baby”

pouty pouty pouty if he ever feels neglected

will be so fucking annoying lmao i can’t write haechan, i love him but i do understand why renjun is always trying to beat him up

he’d be a show-off in a different way than mark because he can be so petty

will take every chance he gets to pull a one-liner

will sing everything he has to say just so you know he can hit those high notes

what do you mean dream doesn’t have a schedule today

oh man, he could swear they did

because that is the sole reason why he’s wearing his most expensive clothes and shoes + makeup to walk around the dorms, yes

no he doesn’t want to impress you

shut up

will text you like every single fancam he sees on twitter

every

single 

one

and are they mark’s?

lol no, they’re his

he is so genuinely trying to make you a member of his sunflower cult 

<whispers> “tell me i’m your bias” 

“donghyuck what the actual hell why are you standing at the end of my bed in the middle of the night like a fucking demon child”

he really wants to act all cool and composed but he wants to be your bias so fucking bad

he’s a bad bitch all around and just does whatever

cus haechan privilege

and he tends to not care about what people say and think???

bc he knows he’s lee donghyuck

he’s fully aware of the effect he has on people

but you

not biasing him

naw, he can’t take it

will do anything and everything he can to make you say, JUST ONE TIME, he’s your bias

then you can go back to loving (his) mark

so for your sake, for his sake, for mark’s sake

just give donghyuck what he wants

i can promise he’ll keep being an ass no matter what you do

like yeah did you just buy him coffee and his favourite cake? well that’s sweet but iS HE YOUR BIAS YET

“aw babe thanks so much for taking a bullet for me but now please say i’m your bias”

if you still don’t do it, it’s time to be extra petty

will actually drop you for mark

his logic is something like: he can’t be your bias? pity, so he’s just gonna date him instead

and mark is mark so he has no idea what’s going on

everyone in 127 and dream finds this absolutely hilarious cus suddenly donghyuck seems to be doing his best to win over mark’s heart and i mean more than usual???? and he’s treating you like his bro????

<you leaving the dorms to go to uni or smth so you go to hyuck for a goodbye kiss> “no can do, i’m committed”

“i’m your partner”

“no that’s mark”

it’s not 100% a joke when i say i can see him getting down in one knee to propose to mark while making eye contact with you to

assert his dominance

and mark is just

“dude

what HAHAHA”

and you are so done, i’m so sorry you have to go through that bby

i don’t think there’s another way to fix haechan other than just admitting he was your bias for an era, or a comeback or something

like yeah with the other dreamies before him it’s bonding + healing time bc i wrote it all kinda angsty (lol sorry) but with donghyuck

no

“will you stop this if i say you were my bias during reload era”

“mark wasn’t in dream that era tho”

“yes i know”

i say he’s gonna take what he can get and now things can finally go back to normal

with the exception that something else comes along with hyuck being satisfied with you biasing him

he just has a full pass to fanboy over mark now too

what am i talking about?

new 127 mv is out

you: watching it beside haechan and going off about how pretty mark looks

him: going off even harder bc he’s whipped too

this is what a happy couple looks like 

but now i pity mark because he has you two idiots fanboying over him irl

savemork2021

Jaemin

nana is just such a chill and fun guy

i can’t see him being actually jealous or anything if he finds out you bias someone else

and so the two of you become insufferable together

bitch, i’m telling you

he (ur bias) is not gonna have one peaceful day ever again in his entire life

cus you know the thing jaemin does where he just looks at someone doing some random shit and goes “oOoOoH sExY”

yes that thing

he’s doing it to your bias 

and you’re doing it too

and your bias probably wants to run away to some very far away land

PLEASE IF IT’S JISUNG

i’m not gonna write this whole thing as if you bias him but let’s just imagine

two fully grown people

pilling on top of poor, poor park jisung playing games on his phone

“URI JISUNGIEEEEEE

MWOYA, MWOYAAAA~"

i genuinely think he would avoid being around you two at the same time

cus individually he can handle it

like yes y/n please let me go this hug has lasted for about 4 minutes now

or oh hi jaemin hyung my cheeks hurt when you pinch them that hard

but when you two are together

bruh

a power couple not bc you two are v confident or some shit but bc you can and will be extremely affectionate towards anyone that comes too close

and now let’s talk about how it would be if you biased jaehyun

jaemin loves jaehyun

they’re 2jae

2jae are soulmates

therefore,,,, it’s also kinda hellish but in a different way???

bc 2jae are on the end of that spectrum about the neos that know how in love the entire world is with them

they’re too powerful

they’re aware of their charm and they do everything they can to rub it in our faces

so the flirting between 2jae and you would be insane

and i mean insane

insane as in even johnny is kinda disgusted tbh bc

they’re doing a photo shoot with the 23 of them for some shit, idk don’t ask me

and of course, you had to tag along

but oh my god you three, please stop calling each other sexy/hot in weird voices now, the staff is staring

there are def rumours the 3 of you are a poly couple lmao

jaehyun denies everything on social media (throwback to saying “no way lol” when we asked if he REALLY slept in the same bed as jungwoo)

but every piece of content there is of you and jaemin or you and jaehyun or just them is so ridiculously flirty

you can bet there are compilations on youtube like 

“y/n being in love with 2jae for 8 minutes heterosexual”

ok i was having way too much fun with that, moving on

i don’t think he’d ever be actually upset about you biasing someone else

he trusts you and treasures you a lot so he doesn’t see the problem in you also appreciating another one of his members

bc gods know he does

he’s a bit in love with everyone so why shouldn’t you be too lol

one time he would feel a bit blue because of it???

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i think it’s possible he’d turn pouty or whiny or just kinda needy (not in a bad way, he just misses you) when he’s like

done with people

and needs some time away from everything

we know he’s an introvert, even if he acts very, very loud around the boys and it’s honestly just a matter of time until an introvert grows tired of being around humans

it depends on each person, of course, but there’s a 99% chance every once in a while he’ll start to feel too drained

and he’ll need a break to get his energy back

jaemin would probably want you around even when he feels like that, though

i see you being such a big source of comfort for him in a relationship

he enjoys taking care of people so please take care of him too

and for just this one day don’t talk about your bias that much, or don’t leave nana to go over to him to chat

and just cuddle him a lot

that will make him a smiley baby again

and then things are back to how they normally are

and by that i mean most neos hiding from you because they’re scared 

i don’t have a lot to say aside from that so let’s think about the neos that would be the most intimidated by your shared thot aura

dotae would be confused in different ways lol

taeyong would be just ????????????blush/awkward smile/hahaha??????

and doyoung might actually ask what is wrong with you

<points to jeno and his s/o> “why can’t you be like them”

mark would laugh-scream and slap his knee into oblivion whenever you two are cornering him

but then go super shy and be like “dUDE DON’T DO THAT”

resident confident gay jungwoo would rejoice in the attention and make so many goddamned jokes

a literal comedian i love him

i think sicheng and renjun would be on the same wavelength of repugnance towards you lol

chenle would deadass call you weird and tell you to leave him alone

shotaro and kun might faint (or kun will panic-scold you)

taeil is as confused by affection as usual (have you seen the face he makes when haechan kisses him LMFAO he’s smiling but like wondering wtf happened on the inside)

ten is not very amused but might play into it

yangyang: that’s disgusting, man (cue flashbacks to that live with renjun after the from home stage where renjun pretended to lick his hand and slick his hair back,,, catboy injun,,, you know the one)

xiaojun and hendery are such panicked gays they just turn to stare at whoever else is around and make that “help” expression like they’re on the office

haechan is haechan, kinda doesn’t mind it

jeno is used to dealing with this at this point

lucas and yuta love the attention but while yuta will flirt right back lucas is just gonna smile and try to jop his way out of there while screaming

sungchan will go hide behind haechan and say “hyung they’re being dumbasses again”

this turned into ‘how would nct react to you and jaemin being super flirty together’ and i’m not sorry

Chenle

chenle is so fun to write i love him lmao

okay so

he doesn’t strike me as the possessive type with anyone other than jisung (bc i swear he can be a bit jelly towards his bestie but i think it comes with sungie being the sweetest bean ever, he’s just protective)

he’s such a ray of sunshine and witty jokes and dolphin laughter i love him

back to the plot

he literally couldn’t care less about you biasing someone else

b u t

i will say there’s an exception

this exception is tall, kinda lanky, very awkward and born on the 5th of february

you’ve guessed it, it’s jisung

i think most of the time he’d tease THE SHIT out of you for it because c’mon

you had 22 chances not to mess up

and you still somehow ended up biasing jisung? lol do better next time

and this is not me and chenle hating on jisung, please—

he’d just find it funny that your bias is his best friend and

hold the fuck up

your bias is his best friend

oH NO NO NO NO NO

i think after realizing that he would lowkey try to keep you two apart because he’s somehow jealous of both????

and if he can’t help it then you can bet your ass he will be screaming all along

it’s his sweet, dummy jisung

with his sweeter and dummier y/n

what is he going to do

probably has a mini-breakdown with kun because like he’s always wanted you two to get along bUT NOT LIKE THAT

kun will just sigh like the tired father he is and pet his back while saying “there, there”

and a genius idea is going to come to chenle’s mind

you know the teasing thing?

well it’s upgrade time

he’s gonna turn into such a try-hard with tmi and embarrassing shit you two have done

and he’s not trying to stop you from being friends

he just wants you to like

know who you’re befriending

bc i think since he’s really really close to jisung, he doesn’t want you getting closer to him bc you like his idol side alone

and he doesn’t want jisung getting close to you just because you’re his partner either

if you had high hopes for each other and ended up kinda falling face-first into the ground bc it was nothing like you had imagined—

he’d be so broken

because he loves you so much :((((

so like, if you can get past the teasing and annoying barrier he’s putting up, he’ll be more than happy to have two of the most important people in his life being buddies

so get ready for it

if you’re the type of person to go batshit crazy when you drink, oh boy, oh boy

so you and the dreamies are just having dinner when lele feels like it’s the perfect time to disclose some of your drunken adventures

“hey y/n”

“yeah babe?”

“remember that time you got really really drunk on vodka and candy and wanted to call your mom”

“chenle the hell don’t talk ab—”

“but then you tried using the microwave as a phone”

“...”

“...”

“or that other time you were equally as drunk and watched the make a wish mv and cried because you noticed the height difference between xiaojun hyung and lucas hyung”

yeah so now’s the part you get up to chase him around the dorms and try to land a kick

BUT WORRY NOT, HE’LL MAKE SURE TO EMBARRASS JISUNG JUST AS MUCH

he likes doing that when it’s just the three of you though

so picture this

movie night the girls boys

chenle would 100% pick the most terrifying horror movie he can find so that he could see jisung clinging to whoever’s closest to him

and then right before a jumpscare, he’d whisper like

“jisung”

“w-what”

“why don’t you do that thing you were doing while you slept last night”

(honestly, i’d be mildly scared if i heard lele say this with no context at all)

and then the jumpscare happens and jisung is nearly fainting and crying at the same time

but chenle is laughing

and trying to get out what he wants to tell you between wheezes

“he-he” <dolphin wheeze> “hE WAS SINGING CHEER UP BY TWICE WHILE SLEEPING” <more wheezes>

and look this is just gonna go on for weeks until you and jisung are over it

and stop being weird and awkward around each other

lele needs you two to be bros ok

so be bros

once you do adapt to being pals with your bias i think chenle would take the teasing down a notch just to make you more comfortable

and like he’s so happy now the three of you can hang out and there’s just no tension

happy chenle is the thing i love the most i swear to gods

and if you don’t adapt to it?

well,,,

i honestly think he’d be pretty disappointed, cus it means to him one of you isn’t ready to fully embrace the weirdness within????

and like what u scared of

jisung is a weirdo, what about it, so are you

either that or he’d think you’re maybe being judgemental

so yeah please accept jisungie and your dumbass boyfriend

then everyone can be besties

i love thinking about the three of you as just this hellbound chaotic trio

because chenji already wreak havoc wherever they go as the two of them

but now that you’re coming along,,,,

no neo would escape from your pranks ever again (and even members of other groups lmfao watch out sehun, i’m talking to you)

and it’s so incredible infuriating in a good way that it just turns to be endearing

you’re cute as fuck so no one gets actually mad with the shit you pull????

which is dangerous, someone should really keep an eye out on the three of you 

we don’t need sm to be on fire

well we kinda do cus they’re pretty bad but not my point

i said somewhere above that chenle would tone the teasing down but i don’t mean he’d stop

bc c’mon guys

he’s chenle

no limits here

but sorry, i really cannot write jealous!chenle cus his heart is just too pure and filled with joy for him to be jealous for real

last scenario?

chenle after a comeback stage: ya y/n, i was gonna ask how was my performance today but you were probably more focused on jisung’s arms right

jisung is choking on water somewhere behind you

Jisung

it’s maknae time <plays i.n’s maknae on top>

i don’t mean to picture jisung as being like

ridiculously innocent or just downright naive because i really dislike it when people do that

he’s a literal 19 yo and jaemin himself has said he’s not as innocent as we think lol

however

i do see him as being quite new to all things love 

i think you’d probably be his first partner and with first relationships comes a lot of other firsts

first kiss maybe, first time holding hands, first time being jealous….

first time being jealous, yes, focus on that

i don’t think jisung would be aware that like

you not biasing him is even a possibility

cuz you’re dating

doesn’t that come along????

ah poor baby i love him

if you biased chenle i think he’d be just

disgusted and weirded out but okay?? you do you i guess???

he’s comfortable enough with lele to not feel intimidated

but if it’s another member

ESPECIALLY one of the oldest ones

i think it would be a blow straight to his confidence 

you biasing ten, kun, taeil, taeyong, doyoung or johnny and maybe yuta would make him feel a bit hesitant and concerned

his first thought would probably be that you don’t like being with someone as young as him

and who knows, maybe you’re even younger than him, maybe you’re the same age, but what if you actually like older guys??

what about him then???

and jisung doesn’t mean to feel so worried and insecure, ok, pls understand where i’m coming from

first relationships normally take like a very long time to build trust and acceptance of the other person’s feelings bc it’s literally a whole new world for you

and that goes extra hard for jisung because he is so fucking whipped for you it’s still hard to believe you like him as much

and it absolutely does not cross his mind that you’d cheat on him with your bias, GODS NO

he really respects you and his hyungs 

so no, never

that’s not a thing that can happen

but you realize you’re too good for him and maybe see he doesn’t fit your ideal type?

well, yes, that’s what he’s thinking

probably goes straight to chenle or renjun (he talks about renjun so much asjahj) to vent and ask for advice

i think they’d be surprised to see what’s going on inside his pretty little head because it’s so obvious for everyone that you just adore jisung

and they do tell him that

however, i don’t think it would completely calm his nerves, and again, this has nothing to do with not trusting you

it’s just that

his hyungs are so cool…

HE CAN’T HELP IT OK

would probably try to mirror your bias (i’m saying it’s taeyong for the sake of what i’ve imagined ok) and like

grasp onto some of his qualities?

so in his mind taeyong is: nice, sweet, caring, amazing, perfect, smart, perfect, sexy, mature and did i mention perfect

i can see him trying some new rap styles that mimic tyong’s a bit???

like would lowkey learn his raps from cherry bomb and superm’s one and listen to recordings frequently to pick up on how taeyong does it

i think he’d also just change the way he acts in general to dodge a bit from his maknae image

so now he tries to speak with a more formal-ish language and learns random facts about things you like to seem more intelligent???

“good morning y/n, you look as beautiful as one of voiello’s paintings today :]”

“wait i thought that was a pasta brand”

he’s just trying to show you he can be mature and serious if you want him to

long story short, he’s not acting like himself (not that he’s childish, he’s just out of it) and you don’t like it, so you ask about it and wait for him to feel comfortable with sharing

when he does talk about it breaks your heart so much :((

you’re going to need some patience to try and show him you’d choose him, and not your bias, even if you had the chance

they’re completely different people and you love him BECAUSE he’s jisung, not for any other reason

please reassure him so he can go back to acting like his authentic self, i think it would be such a relief for him too

your words and affection are obviously enough for him, but if it ever happens that he feels especially low and insecure again, it would help if your bias talks to him too

and taeyong wouldn’t have a problem with it

actually, scratch that, taeyong probably knew what was going on all along

he just has that motherly 7th sense (ay) that is even more acute with the dreamies cus like 

127 has him, wayv has kun, but dream has…

the dreamies

and that, my friend, is terrifying

anyway he’d come to talk to jisung asking like “what’s wrong buddy :(“ and sungie would be a bit ashamed because it sounds so silly when you say it out loud

of course tyong wouldn’t judge him, and he just really has to tell jisung what is it you and he are always talking about

it’s him

“when they come around to talk and hang out here it all goes back to you, jisungie. they can’t spend one second without mentioning your name

it’s so cute; it’s always like ‘oh jisung would love this’ or ‘jisung likes it that way’

so please be kinder to yourself and let yourself see that they’re in love with you, not with me and not with any other member they ever mention”

jisung would feel 10000000% better

and smiley

and giggly

and oh my god do you really talk about him that much

LOOK HE’S BLUSHING

would just go over to your house immediately and hug you, burying his face on your neck from behind you

and not let go

ever again

the whole situation just teaches him a lot about accepting your love for him and not questioning it 

shut up i’m not crying

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final notes: this was my first work after the humanity series and it was so fun lol i think next up is probs gonna be an ideal type scenario for ot23 (but if i really write it i’m gonna post it by subunit and its gonna be way shorter than this, don’t expect 23K words at once lmao)

if you’ve enjoyed this fic please consider reading my humanity series, which is a zombie apocalypse au with kun <3