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bts-hyperfixation · 4 months

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What do you think the boys would've done on their last nights with their significant others before joining the military?

Some of these are last nights, others are full days. Also only Taes has explicit smut mention, although most mention sex in some fashion

Please send me asks to keep me motivated while I'm off work! Thirsty thoughts, Most likely to, reactions, life updates, and general gibberish welcomed!!

Namjoon:

I think Namjoon would've wanted a quiet night. He was probably stuck at work trying to finish plans on that Instagram account that's still posting and maybe fiddling with the album we know he started. But he would have tried his hardest to put it down and return home by nine to spend time with his loved one. His partner would be waiting for him with a simple takeaway on the table and maybe a TV show they had been watching together queued up. They'd stay cuddled on the couch for the longest time. They'd maybe fall around but not get anywhere (Something Namjoon regrets by day 3 in the barracks), maybe they intended to have sex one last time before he left but neither wanted to acknowledge it was actually the last time. He would talk about how this was ridiculous, it's not like they'd be 18 months without one another, just a couple of months at a time is all... And then he'd get sad and introspective. They'd fall asleep on the sofa because going to bed would bring their last night to an end and Namjoon doesn't want to willingly relinquish that time.

Seokjin:

I think he hired out a restaurant he and his partner like, maybe even their first date restaurant. The partner actually panicked that Jin was going to propose the night before he left and was ready to yell at him if he pulled out a ring. Jin sets up multiple proposal cliches throughout the evening giving his partner a heart attack each time while he acts nonchalant about it, pretending he doesn't know why they are getting worked up. This is stuff like a jewellery box on the table (It's a necklace), A gem in the champagne (It's tiny ice), He kneels by the table (and ties his shoe). They take a long walk by the river after dinner, his partner increasingly exasperated but still very fond. He finally does pull out a ring, but he insists it's only a promise ring and the real ring will be given to them on June 14th 2024 (Doesn't want to share the anniversary). The evening probably ended with some very slow, heavy eye-contact, love-making

Yoongi:

Disclaimer - I'm not 100% sure if Yoongi had to go anywhere for any length of time... but this is written as if he were doing the same as the other boys.

He cooked dinner, something he is gonna claim is simple, but he took all day to make it. He also lay the table with a white tablecloth, dimmed all the lights and set out candles. Flower petals lead you through different stations of the apartment. First appetizers and cocktails on the sofa so his partner can talk about their day, then to the table for the main course, to the bathroom where bubbly and strawberries await next to a warm bath for two, and finally to bed for dessert. Which actually meant dessert, there's a snack platter of sweets in the centre of the bedspread and a movie queued up on the TV. the movie wasn't really watched... but the thought was there.

Hoseok:

I feel like Hobi made an entire day out of it, he set aside time to make sure he only had his significant other to focus on and made sure his SO did the same so they were uninterrupted. Then he locked them into their apartment, only opening the door to bring in food deliveries. The day starts with lazy morning sex. Then breakfast. Then lazy shower sex. Then maybe some TV time, where his hands remain firmly on his partner as if they are going to disappear the second he lets them go. The SO convinces him to go for a walk at lunchtime, they hold hands the entire time. Hoseok has them sit in his lap when they return home. Just wants to be permanently close. The third round of sex is definitely more driven, like he has a point to prove and doesn't want his SO to forget what exactly it is they are going to be waiting so patiently for.

Jimin:

Jimin took his SO back to his home town a couple of days before. Maybe spent some time with his family in Busan, had a very nostalgic craving for his parents cooking and took his SO along for the ride. They do stuff he liked to do as a kid, visiting places that he wouldn't be easily recognised. He's anxious, and jumpy, and clingy a lot of the time. He keeps asking his partner if they are going to be okay when really it's his own insecurity. Jimin had someone drive them in a nice car back to Seoul in the early afternoon so they had the evening together, they probably fooled around in the car as he tried to keep himself occupied. He let them hold his hand while he had his head shaved, needing the familiar reassurance. He took a break to show Army his hair, but the SO is hiding behind the camera. Then the evening is spent quietly, wrapped together to enforce the fact that they aren't going anywhere.

Taehyung:

He came up with so many different plans for what he wanted to do that by the time the day came around he hadn't actually implemented any of them. And sure he is Taehyung of BTS, if he had made a couple last minute phonecalls he could have made anything happen but he decides the lack of plans is exactly what was meant to be. He runs on pure unplanned whims and ends up taking his SO to absolutely anywhere that pops into his mind in the most chaotic fashion. They go to the movies (Something everyone's already seen so no one else is there) (they may spend most of it making out in the back). They go to an arcade (An old buddy of Tae's owns it and makes sure they get an hour uninterrupted). They eat lunch at the SO's favourite restaurant. Eventually, they go home and Taehyung spends hours between his lover's thighs, trying to immortalise the taste of them in his brain before he no longer has the access he so desperately craves. They probably also have a lot of sex. He falls asleep insisting on cockwarming, convincing his partner the UTI will be worth it with the Tata mic face.

Jungkook:

It takes a while for his SO to convince him to do anything at all because "What's wrong with in my arms in my bed forever?" (And he's right, nothing wrong with that and if his SO don't want it I volunteer). He convinced them to snuggle back down with him at least three times until lunch rolled around and they insisted he get up with them to go somewhere. They never end up leaving the house. Every time his SO goes to put on a shirt, Jungkook grabs it and throws it somewhere it can't be easily recovered. There was one in the sink with the dirty dishes, one mixed with the already dirty laundry, and another hanging from a light fixture they would both need a ladder to reach. Eventually, the SO has to relent because they won't have any shirts to say goodbye in the following day. So they succumb to his wishes (Although they make him go out to fetch food first). He holds on to them possessively throughout the day, pulling as much of them against him as is reasonable at any given time. I fully believe Jungkook would crawl into the skin of an SO if he thought it was possible.

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cassidymb121 · 3 months

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OMG It’s You…

Youtube! Fem reader x Stray Kids

Summary: Y/N’s YouTube channel is taking off after her reactions to Stray Kids MV God’s Menu. Now she’s making videos nonstop along with working a full time job. What would happen if she got offered a job of a lifetime and met the boys of her succession?

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: overthinking, anxiety, undeserving, frustration, fatigue

🏷️: @laylasbunbunny @weirdowithaphone @silverstarburst @jusanontstuff @anxiousskylar @drewsandsebastianswife @amararosesblog @niaalove (taglist open)

Chapter 2 Chapter 2.5 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 6.5 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9

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Y/N’s POV

I don’t think people understand just how exhausting life can be. ‘Not to mention expensive too.’ I thought to myself. When I got home I greeted my family before dumping my stuff by the front door then headed to my room. I collapsed on the bed and let out a huge sigh. I didn’t want to get up because of how exhausted I was but I needed to edit some of my videos I’ve made in the last couple of days. I dreaded doing it because I lost some of my footage due to me falling asleep at the computer. How I did it exactly is a mystery to me. All I know is I tried to find it and it wasn’t there.

I got up and started moving about the room. I needed to get changed and get a shower before I started working. As I was in the shower I started reflecting on my YouTube channel. I’m an introvert as most people would say. I don’t socialize much with others unless I’m at work where I have to, but I usually mind my own business. Unless I hear gossip then I’m interested. I debated whether if it was a good idea to start a channel since I didn’t think I was very entertaining.

You see I grew up in the South where I listened to Country music along with some Pop and occasional Hip Hop or R&B. When I first heard K-pop music it was odd at first but over time I came to really enjoy it. Which brings me to where I am now, listening to K-pop music and rating the group’s albums from my perspective and reacting to videos of them being silly. Stray Kids found their way into my heart one day and since then they’ve become a part of my life.

After getting refreshed, I go into the kitchen to find something to eat since my stomach made a gurgling noise. I decided on a sandwich and some chips. After making my food I head back to my room and start up my computer and monitors. It’s been a little over a year now since I started this channel. I knew from the start that doing a reaction channel probably wouldn’t go viral right away, but after some time more people started to find my channel and following me. Especially after my reaction to God’s Menu MV. Call it the Felix effect if you would. Even to the point where they were excited for new videos to come out.

I always worried that people wouldn’t like my videos, but then I would see all the positive comments and smile that I made someone’s day better. I used that positivity to keep me going, doesn’t mean that I didn’t get hate here or there. Although there are a bunch of people who stood up for me. That would always make my day better.

‘Focus Y/N. You still have to finish these two videos so you can start making more for next week.’ I shook my head and got working on my videos that I already recorded. ‘I need to re-record what I deleted so that I can finish editing this video.” I got to work on the one I didn’t mess up first before going to the second one. I pulled my camera towards me and turning it on. I pulled up the previous videos I had watched from that evening before doing my intro.

“Hello Lovelies and welcome back to the channel. So, as you will see I’m dressed different from my previous video. Reason being is that I deleted some footage and now I’m having to re-record where I left off. So, let’s get started shall we.”

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Third Person POV

The boys were taking a small break from practice. They’ve been going at it for days it seemed like, even if it were only a couple of hours. Things were picking up since their comeback was coming up soon. As each one of them found a place to relax, Felix was watching a video on YouTube.

“How many times have you watched that same video?” Felix looked up to see his other half looking at his screen with his eyebrows raised. “I can’t help it. She’s very relatable, super sweet, and I love her accent. Plus she’s beautiful and has gorgeous y/e/c eyes.” Hyunjin sits down beside Felix. “Okay okay I get it, you love everything about Y/N. It’s not like you’re the only one though.” Hyunjin takes a moment to look at the rest of his members. “We all have seen her videos and like her just the same as you, if not more.” Felix sighs. “I know. I guess some days I enjoy watching her videos because they make me smile. Especially when some days are harder than others. Her videos comfort me like a warm hug on a cold day.” Felix smiles thinking about it while Hyunjin smiles at him, understanding where he comes from.

He remembers when they first found Y/N’s videos. During Chan’s room, there were some Stays that told Chan to look her up and watch her videos. It didn’t happen right away but Stays were persistent on them watching her, so they finally watched one of her videos just to see what their fans were talking about. One video turned into three videos then seven videos, up until the point where they had seen all of her videos. Some might say that Stray Kids themselves love Y/N’s videos more than Stays. Each member has there own favorite episodes of Y/N as well as their favorite qualities of her. Chan likes how motherly she acts, especially when it comes to Stays asking her questions on certain topics. Lee Minho likes how she can understand and speak Korean. Even go as far as to have subtitles in Korean for people who don’t understand English that well.

Changbin likes her laugh, especially when its uncontrollable laughter. It makes him want to laugh with her. Hyunjin likes how creative she can be with her edits. Like when she adds in all these cool effects or audio cues that make the video even more engaging. Han Jisung likes how uncharacteristically funny she can be without trying. Felix like her smile, he thinks it’s her most charming point. Seungmin likes her sassy/blunt side. He thinks that’s the funniest part of her personality. Jeongin likes her whole personality in general. He knows he could see her as an older sister if he ever met her.

Hyunjin turns back to Felix “I believe that’s exactly how Stays feel seeing videos of us too. We’ve seen them express it through messages and videos. So I get where you’re coming from.” He pats Felix’s knee and moves to go back over to his original spot.

“SHE JUST POSTED A NEW VIDEO!” All of the boys looked in the direction of the voice they heard. All scrambling to get over to Changbin who had called them. “Well what are you waiting for? Play the video!” Lee Know shouts as Changbin presses play on his phone.

(Terrible title but it’s all I could come up with lol. Hope you all like it! I’m trying something new so who knows how far I’ll go with this one. I’ll try to update as much as I can. Thanks!)

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pabloqavi · 9 months

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mastermind

summary. you are a famous singer who knows what they want so when in an interview you are asked about your celebrity crush you are quick to announce to the world that there's only one man in your heart, he just doesn't know you exist ! genre. fluff ! pairing. gavi x singer!reader !

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pedri 👀 pablogavi

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"hello lovelies, i'm yn and today i'm gonna be telling you my beauty secrets while answering some questions" you smile to the camera while getting all your makeup out.

"okay first question, what's my favourite city i've visited? oh that's easy i love new york but barcelona is where i grew up so can't compete with that" you say as you start applying your moisturiser.

"my first secret is i hydrate my face everyday in the morning and night, no matter if i wear makeup or not, you have to take care of your skin" you smile at the camera.

"next question" you start applying your concealer "what's the inspiration behind your last album? oh my god that's a good one. usually i write songs about things that happen to me but most of the time my songs are about fake scenarios i think about before falling asleep" you laugh

"okay guys this is my best kept makeup secret, before applying your setting powder slightly massage it on your hand so you don't apply it on excess" you tell the camera while doing it.

...

"okay now that my makeup is ready we are gonna answer just one more question" you smile "who's your celebrity crush? oh god this is so embarrassing, okay so i'm a big culer ever since i was little and there's this new player that i can't lie has been on my mind for quite a time now" you feel your cheeks heat up "he is of course pablo gavi" you say quickly before saying your goodbyes and finishing the video.

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pablo's pov

training was finally over and all of us were quickly heading to the showers so we could get home soon.

"ey gavi have you seen this" pedri passes me his phone as i get back to the locker room drying my hair with a towel.

"seen what?" you hear someone ask in the background.

"who's your celebrity crush? oh god this is so embarrassing, okay so i'm a big culer ever since i was little and there's this new player that i can't lie has been on my mind for quite a time now. he is of course pablo gavi" you see a brunette girl saying to a camera.

"has the baby got a girlfriend?" you distantly hear ferran yelling before feeling all of the guys joining him.

"dont be stupid, text her" pedri tells you before clapping your back and taking back his phone. soon enough you have your phone out and have already followed her back.

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pablogavi followed you back

[pablogavi]: hey!

[yourusername]: hi so you've seen the interview haven't you?

[pablogavi]: yeah 😊 my friend pedri showed me the clip😂

[pablogavi]: just wanted to say that you're like really pretty and maybe you wanted to go out or something

[pablogavi]: not as a date

[pablogavi]: well unless you wanted to go out as a date

[pablogavi]: is okay if you don't want to or can't btw

[yourusername]: of course i want to go out

[yourusername]: it's a date then😉

[pablogavi]: great 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

yourusername

barcelona has never been this pretty🤍

pablogavi 🥰🥰❤️❤️

pedri where's my thank you for being the matchmaker????

pablogavi shut up

iheartyn BARCELONA SHOW SOON !??

yourusername 🤐🤐🤐

iheartyn OH MT FOS YOU RWPLIED I LOVE YOU

30gavi6 IS THAT GAVI OMG

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finelinevogue · 1 year

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tears of love

summary - a whole bunch of tears and a whole bunch of love for the album of the year grammy winner

warnings: swearing, tears, shyness?!, slight media hate mention

word count: +3.6k

pairing: new-boyfriend!harry x reader

The night before the Grammys, Harry had never been more stressed.

He had tried everything to get himself to sleep, but no amount of lavender spray or chamomile tea could get his eyes to close.

He knew he needed a good night's sleep if he wanted to survive the next day, but not even a soothing bubble bath helped him settle down. So he resorted to the one person he knew would help him fall asleep, but he had been too shy to contact at first.

His phone rang as he waited for you to pick up, his bitten nails a clear sign that he was stressed with both not being able to sleep and calling you.

“Hi lovie. I’m not keeping you from anything am I?” He asked, not wanting to ruin your nighttime routine.

“No, no. Not at all. Wouldn’t even matter if you were anyways.”

Harry smiled and laid back on his bed, running a hand over his forehead and back through his hair. He pictured you in a similar position, laying in your own bed across the city. He wished you could be laying beside him instead, but your relationship was only recently new and it was too soon to be sleeping over.

There had been too many people coming and going in Harry’s life that it took him a little longer than most people to become comfortable, and safe, around the people he was dating. He was beginning to think you may be the exception though. There weren't many nights he wasn’t thinking of having you next to him always. He craved the intimacy of falling asleep with you and then waking up in the morning with you still wrapped around him.

For now, he would have to deal with the fact you were across town and would see you in a matter of hours to get ready for the Grammys.

“Thank you.” Harry said quietly, more for himself than you.

“I forgot to tell you earlier, but my mum says have fun tomorrow.” You said.

“I wish she could be there with us all. I wish my own mum could be there, y’know?” Harry sadly chuckled, wishing more than anything he could spend more time with his loved ones and ones who love him.

“I have no doubt she has subscribed to Paramount plus especially to watch the Grammys, lovie.” That much you knew. Harry chuckled and nodded because he knew you were right. His mum was his biggest supporter, as any mum should be, and he was lucky to have a mum like her.

“I know.”

“She’s so proud of you, H.” You made sure he was reminded.

“I’m more proud of her.”

“Give yourself a little credit. You’ve not always had it easy either. The way the media harrasses you, I would have given up years ago.”

“I wouldn’t have let you give up, just like you don’t let me.”

“You didn’t know me way back when, H.” You chuckled over the phone and Harry’s heart beamed like sunshine at the sound. There was no better sound for him now. Not even awards calling his name.

“I wish I did. I wish I could have met you sooner.” He replied honestly, moving one hand onto his chest and over his heart where it stopped. If he pressed hard enough he could feel you there, where his heart was beating a little extra rapidly for you. No one had ever made him or his heart feel the way you do and his biggest regret in life was not having found you and that feeling years ago. Now you existed in his life, it made all the other moments seem insignificant to the ones you were now creating together.

“Don’t think about it like we’ve wasted time, lovie. Think about it like we needed to break and fix our own hearts, to become stronger, before we could find the strength to begin again with each other. I think my heart is stronger for you than anyone else because of all the heartbreak it took to find you.”

Late night conversations with you were not a rarity, but it wasn’t common for you both to be so ‘heart-on-sleeve’ with each other. You were only 3 months into your relationship, having spoken for a couple months before that too, but both of you clearly felt something more than just a simple attraction for one another. Harry didn’t want to call it love, because he knew the consequences of falling in love too quickly, but he was scared that’s just what his feeling for you was. Little did he know you felt exactly the same way.

“I…” Harry had to stop himself short, “I think my heart is stronger for you too.”

Harry looked up at his white ceiling, running a hand over his stubble beard that he would have to shave in the morning. Then he looked over to the other side of the bed. The neat side of the bed, where the sheet was still tucked into the mattress. He ran his hand over the expanse of the vacant bed and swallowed back a tearful lump at the back of this throat.

“I miss you.” Harry said softly.

What he really meant to say was; I need you here. I love you.

You were quiet for a moment, making Harry think he said the wrong thing, but it was only because you were trying not to cry. Your heart hurt over the thought of it taking so much courage for Harry to be so open with his words. His feelings had often been so vulnerable to the crazed media and ex-partners, but with you he had never felt so safe. His feelings had never felt more protected and accepted. You knew what his words really meant and he could tell what you meant when you whispered the words back too. “I miss you too.”

I love you too.

•••••••••

Harry had gotten a good seven hours of sleep.

You had gotten a few more, since Harry had stayed on the phone to tell you stories of his life to lull you to sleep. Something about knowing you were peacefully sleeping made Harry fall asleep so easily. He knew you would be able to help, even if you didn’t realise it.

It was now only an hour before Harry had to head off to the Grammy red carpet venue. It was so hectic in his house, where he was hosting pre-drinks and the getting ready antics. Harry Lambert was busy ironing all of Harry’s outfits for the 15th time and Anthony would not stop taking photos. Jeff was busy social networking with Harry’s friends and family, whilst Harry was busy checking his phone for text messages off you.

Y/N: I’m here xx

Harry smiled, leaving his phone on top of his kitchen counter before jogging to his front door in excitement. He was dressed in a rainbow patterned jumpsuit and white boots, his hair styled so perfectly. He looked so fun and young, representing the younger generation of artists this evening.

He opened his front door and smiled so brightly when he saw you standing at the front door looking so pretty. Your hands were cradling a box of cupcakes, a bunch of flowers and a heart-shaped balloon. All of the gifts were lovely, but nothing could put a bigger smile on his face than you.

“Baby…” He pouted when he saw you, cupping his hands over his cheeks as his mouth gaped in shock.

“Surprise! Happy Grammy day!” You giggled excitedly, laughing at his initial shock and love-heart eyes on you.

“You didn’t have to do any of this.” He put his hands over his heart, itching to just have you in his arms now.

He moved forward to take the cakes and flowers off of you, placing his other hand on your waist to tug you closer to him. He softly laughed as he desperately pulled you closer and titled his head down to kiss you. He didn’t wait a single second to kiss you senseless, giving you more than just a sweet peck. Your hand not holding the balloon snaked up to around his neck and held him close, making his lips crush over yours again and again.

He tasted like a winner already with your cherry soaked lips on his.

You pulled away flustered, cheeks blushing and lips wanting so much more. You licked your lips to conceal Harry’s taste with you and Harry’s beady eyes watched every movement like he would be tested on it later.

“Y’look amazing.” Harry spoke quietly, just wanting his words to be heard by your ears.

“Thank you.” You blushed, not knowing how else to respond. “Did you forget a t-shirt?” You joked, snaking your hand down from around his neck and over his chest. His skin reacted by giving him a chill of goosebumps and a sense of pride rushed over you for being able to make him react in such a way.

“Just thought I’d get my tits out for you, baby.” He joked in return.

“And your millions of fans.” You patted his chest right over his heart he had been touching before.

“No. Just for you.” Harry reiterated, needing you to understand, like most things, he did this for you. He knew how much you loved it when he embraced his own masculinity and showcased who he truly was with his clothing, so when it came to choosing outfits for events he always kept you in mind and what you thought might be a good option. It seemed he had chosen well with the way your eyes had dilated upon taking him all in.

Harry couldn’t help but lean in to kiss you one more time, turning into two, three and four. You smiled into the end two, making it harder for Harry to kiss your soft lips but he made do anyway. He couldn’t get enough of you, not even caring that he now had lipstick on and around his own lips.

“Are you coming in?” Harry asked, always making sure you were comfortable with everything before making you actually do it.

“I need the loo, so yes please.” You nodded. Harry took your spare hand in his and he walked you through the front door, shutting it with his foot behind him.

He could tell you were nervous by the slight tremor in the hand he was holding, but he gave you a soft squeeze to let you know you were alright. He realised it was daunting to be in a room with a group of people you barely knew, apart from Harry Lambert and Jeff, so he made sure to stick close by.

All Harry ever talked about to his friends was his undying adoration for you, but the majority of them had yet to meet you because Harry enjoyed keeping you just his for as long as possible. Your relationship wasn’t public, but even if it was your social media were private so the fans wouldn’t get a hold of anything anyways. Harry’s friends knew he had someone romantic in his life, because his smile hadn’t been so bright in years.

They were all excited to meet the person responsible for the rebirth of Harry’s happiness.

“Y/N!” Harry Lambert shouted across the room, putting down his iron and walking over to you with open arms. You would’ve done the same, but Harry kept a grounding hold on your hand, which you were very thankful for, and so you let Harry Lambert reach you before hugging him the best you could.

“Hi!” You laughed as Harry Lambert hugged you.

“Oh you look incredible, darling!” He gasped as your outfit, similar to the way your Harry had.

“Thank you.” You, once again, blushed.

“Harry is very lucky.”

“I know.” Your Harry spoke up, pulling you back into his side with a tug of your hand. You smiled as he kissed the top of your head, feeling the butterflies all over. Your nerves were already calming just by having him close by like this.

“I need pictures of you two later, okay?” Harry Lambert warned you, knowing that you would both try and get out of it.

Once he had walked away, Harry walked you into the kitchen some more and dumped the cakes and flowers on the obscenely large kitchen counter. A chorus of hellos sounded as you both walked in the room and made yourselves present.

Harry took his time introducing you to every person, getting you to hug them as you did so. Everyone was so kind and lovely, complimenting you on your beauty and your outfit and your ability to bring out the best in Harry. You began to feel a little tearful towards the end of greeting people and after you were done you told Harry you were going to the toilet.

He didn’t think twice about it, until you still hadn’t come back after ten minutes. Yes, women stereotypically take longer than men in the toilet but ten minutes was quite long for you. So he went in search of you, seeing as you had to leave in five minutes anyways.

He went straight upstairs to his bedroom, knowing you would’ve chosen his bathroom rather than the downstairs one out of familiarity. He knocked on the door softly before opening it slowly. When he made it inside, he softly shut the door behind him to notice you weren’t in the bedroom. He rounded the corner to the bathroom and that’s when he saw you standing at the bathroom mirror with a tissue, drying away the tears that had clearly been running stray.

“Baby… What happened?” Harry cooed, walking in the room and urging you to face him by cupping your cheeks delicately.

You looked to the ceiling, trying to keep the next round of tears at bay, before shrugging your shoulders at Harry with a sad chuckle. “I don’t know what came over me! Just feeling a lot of emotions right now. Proud of you but then just feeling so loved and accepted by your friends.. It’s.. I.. Just, it’s a lot!” You laughed at how silly it sounded now you were trying to explain how you felt.

“Oh you emotional softie. You’re going to be a right water fountain today, aren’t you?” He rhetorically asked, but you nodded with a laugh regardless.

“I can’t control it!” You exclaimed, your eyes watering over again. Harry chuckled at you, eyes crinkling and dimples showing from smiling so hard. “I’m not even sad. If anything I’m too happy!”

“Well that’s a good thing, hmm?”

“Yes, it is. Sorry!” You apologised for crying, feeling silly. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Cry all you want, baby. It’s your day as much as it is mine. Any wins are yours to celebrate too.”

“Oh fuck off, you’re making me cry again…” You whined and Harry laughed along with your tears, before helping you reset your makeup in time to leave.

•••••••••

You were backstage at the Grammys, in a room large enough to house all of Harry’s friends and family he had brought with him.

Since you two weren’t publicly official, you decided it best if you stayed in the back room whilst Jeff, Kid and Tyler sat at the table with Harry.

You had cried so much already from Harry winning best pop vocal album and his performance was just absolutely perfect. Someone had even had to bring another box of tissues for you, since you’d finished the first one you had been given.

Anthony Pham had been taking photos of all the backstage fun and reactions, since Harry had asked to be kept updated on everything. Especially all of your reactions and enthusiasm. You had recorded yourself dancing and singing to his performance, ready to show him later.

“Oh my god, it’s the album of the year category.” Someone screamed and you pulled yourself away from the conversation you were having with Sarah to watch the screen.

You were already sitting on the sofa, but the next few moments of your life would be grateful for that.

The fans of the artists lined up on the stage, ready to give their respective artists the Grammy. Harry’s fan was an older woman and you aspired to be her when you were older. You couldn’t wait for the day you were 70 years old and still attending a Harry Styles concert with a feather boa. The woman was so cute and she reminded you of your grandma. Harry loved interacting with old people, so you were sure he would find her and hug her no matter the outcome of the award.

Trevor Noah stood centre stage and held the card in his hand. Everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting to hear the reveal for the biggest and most prestigious category the Grammys offered.

“And the Grammy for album of the year goes to…” Trevor said.

He opened the envelope and paused for dramatic effect.

You sat on the edge of the sofa, your leg bouncing anxiously. You clasped your hands together and stared at the screen so you didn’t miss a single moment.

You were confused when Trevor didn’t announce the winner and instead moved over the fan of Harry. People in the room around you started to gasp lightly, catching on to what might be. Then the woman shakily held onto Trevor as she said the name.

“H-Harry Styles.” She said before screaming in congratulations.

Your head fell into your hands as you sobbed. You had never cried so hard before, but this was an emotion worthy moment. Your sobs were heavy and loud, but they were silenced by the roar of cheers and laughter in the room. You were too buried in your hands to see, but everyone was up and screaming for Harry, running around the room. Sarah and Mitch had collapsed on one another in happiness.

Someone came and hugged you from where you were hunched over. “He did it, Y/N, he did it!” They screamed excitedly and you couldn’t help but just cry and cry. You had never felt pride like this.

Your emotions were so strong for someone who you’d only gotten to know for a mere five months. You were overwhelmed by how you felt for Harry in that moment, feeling nothing but… love.

Taking your face out of your hands you sat up and watched him with blurry eyes on the screen with his award. He himself looked really tearful and shaky with adrenaline. You just couldn’t put into words how you felt in that moment.

The next five minutes were a complete blur. From Harry accepting the award from the woman, to Harry’s speech with Tyler and Kid. After they walked offstage you started crying all over again the minute someone said; “Harry is a three time Grammy winner!”

You had no idea what you were going to say to him when you saw him, even if you saw him again tonight. No doubt he would be swept up in interviews, photos and parties. No matter, because you would have the rest of forever to express how proud you were of him.

Anthony was busy snapping photos and you reminded yourself to have a look at them later, when you could actually see past your blurry eyes.

As you started blowing your nose on a new tissue the uproar in the room started again and you shot your head around to see what was going on, only to see your boyfriend walk into the room with his Grammy held high. He cheered as his eyes watered, people patting him and ruffling his hair. Sarah gave him a tight hug and he kept on thanking her, no doubt because she had much of a part in the album as Harry did.

You kept back, wanting Harry to get treated with the love from his closest friends and family first. You kept crying, picking out new tissues from the box every twenty seconds from how quickly you were using them. You definitely knew you looked a state, shoulders shaking from crying and clapping your hands in cheer.

Harry’s eyes kept on you as he hugged the last few people, not turning his head away for one moment. You shook your head as you warned him not to come close, because he would only make the crying worse. You held out your hand to keep him at bay, walking backwards as he walked forwards. Harry was quicker than you, though, and used the arm not holding his Grammy to pick you up at the waist and give you a twirl. He spun you around, before safely landing you back down.

You laughed out a sob when you finally got to look up at him close. A strand of his hair had fallen down over his forehead, but you made no effort to move it back into place.

Cupping his cheeks with your shaky hands you licked your lips to wipe away the salty tears. His own tears were now silently falling, his eyes intensely focusing on you. His thumb was stroking soothing lines into your back and all you could think about was how he made you feel.

“Harry… I..” You started, hiccuping in between words.

Harry nodded encouragingly, “It’s okay. You can say it.” His eyebrows frowned as he anticipated what you’d say next.

“I.. I love you.” You said with a smile.

Harry smiled nodding. He knew that’s what you wanted to say, because luckily he felt exactly the same way about you.

“I fucking love you, Y/N L/N.” And his lips were on yours for the rest of the night. And the rest of forever.

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lolasimms · 1 year

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hcs about your married life with abby pls 🙇🏽‍♀️

wife abby headcanons pt.1

part 2 part 3

౨ৎ she’s an early bird and is almost always up at 6 am.

౨ৎ starts her morning off with cuddling you and then she’s off to the gym.

౨ৎ you wake up to an empty bed most mornings which usually you rant to her about.

౨ৎ your breakfast is usually simple, overnight oats and fruit, which she bullies you for.

౨ৎ she on the other hand insists on eating a high protein breakfast, for “gains”.

౨ৎ she’s a certified gym rat, which you find super hot.

౨ৎ when you’re really horny she takes pre-workout to make sure her stamina is up for you.

౨ৎ this usually leaves you saddle sore and aching for the next two days

౨ৎ she gets off on your overly domestic nature, especially when you take care of her.

౨ৎ if she’s got a cold or a throat infection you always pamper her and insist on feeding her soups and tea.

౨ৎ most weekends are spent lounging around the house as she’s not a very social person, neither are you.

౨ৎ some weekends are also spent at her father, Jerry’s place.

౨ৎ the three of you make dinners, play board games and he loves breaking out the photo album to embarrass her.

౨ৎ she earns a lot (she’s a doctor) so she’s always spoiling you.

౨ৎ loves to wine and dine you, especially when you both have time off work.

౨ৎ she can only cook staple meals, so she’s always impressed by the food you make for her.

౨ৎ she tends to overwork herself and usually comes back home tired.

౨ৎ despite the fact that she comes home exhausted she still insists on pleasing you.

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“Abs we shouldn’t, you just got off a 12 hour shift, you need to rest.” You press your wife but she’s ignoring you and pulling you into her.

“Doesn’t matter baby, I’m perfectly fine. Need to please my wife, you know what they say.” Both her hands are griping your thighs and pulling you towards the end of the bed.

“What do they say?” You question, accepting defeat, and allowing her to manhandle you.

“Happy wife, happy life.” In one quick motion, she’s tugged your pyjama shorts, along with your underwear off.

“What if you fall asleep mid eating pussy and I crush you to death?”

“Trust me baby, death by your pussy would probably be the best way for me to die.”

You tried scooching up toward the pillows , but Abby’s hands had a tight grip on your thighs. She wasn't going to let you get away. You were all the way at the end of bed now with her head in between your legs. She was tasting every bit of you, nibbling and marking you up. Your hands made their way to her hair, grabbing handfuls as her tongue swiped over your clit. All feelings of exhaustion from her taxing 12 hour shift were thrown out the window once she got to taste you, and you were fucking enjoying it.

You gasped. "Mmm...Abs..." Abby was loving every minute as she lapped you up. She pulled you closer, practically burying her face in your pussy. Your moans only added fuel to the fire burning inside of her. She was sucking your clit now and you could hear how wet you were for her. As she worked your cunt, two of her fingers were deep inside of you, fucking you for all you were worth and drawing a whimper from your throat. She was so fucking enthusiastic about eating your pussy and damn good at it too.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet." She panted, her breath like fire against your skin. "Gonna make you cum for me."

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౨ৎ The two of you love watching tv shows together, though she has a habit of not paying attention.

౨ৎ You’ll be well into a show and she’ll be wondering where a certain character went, when they got killed off like 5 episodes ago.

౨ৎ Falls asleep in your lap while you’re watching movies and shows because the poor thing works so hard.

౨ৎ Your name in her phone is ‘wifey’

౨ৎ Once again, she loves to spoil you, against your will of-course.

౨ৎ Buys you things if you look at them for even a second too long.

౨ৎ Her anniversary presents are always the best.

౨ৎ She insists that you don’t buy her stuff simply because you being her wife is enough.

౨ৎ On your 5 year wedding anniversary you open a box that has a pregnancy test in it, as you’d been discussing having children.

#female reader x abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #wife abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #reader x abby anderson

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Hi!! Would you be interested in writing a geto x reader where they were talking about secrets to each other together, but end uo falling asleep next to each other and someone else finds them laying togrthrr?

WOULD I BE INTERESTED???!?!?!?!?!?! Nonnie, this is amazing! As a heads up, this does take place in a curseless AU!

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Synopsis: Suguru wants to share his favorite record with his favorite person. This is pure fluff

Suguru was typically a pretty chill guy. He had to be to balance out the chaotic energy all of his friends brought to the table. Even when he was really and truly excited about something, it was hard to get a big reaction out of him. So when he called you freaking out about something he found at Goodwill of all places, so elated you could hear the excited shakes in his voice, you knew you had to go check it out.

“Yea, I’m walking up to your door n-” You didn’t have time to finish your thought before his apartment boor was flying open, and he was leaning out, the giddy smile on his face wake up the butterflies your stomach reserved for him.

“Y/n!” He laughed, grabbing you by your hand and pulling you into the studio apartment, “You’re not going to believe what I found today!”

“You’re right, I’m not!” You giggled, “You keep this up, people are gonna start thinking you might actually have emotions.” You teased.

“That’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make,” He smiled and shook his head as he closed the apartment door and ducked over to the bookshelf that held all his records. You took the moment to take in the small apartment. You stood in front of a small kitchenette, and inside a small living area. A tiny TV hooked up to the worlds oldest Xbox sat in front of a couch that was definitely pulled off the side of a curb. And behind that was two futons, separated by a bookshelf. Next to Sugurus bed was an old crate, the only thing on it was an even older record player.

“Where’s Gojo?” You suddenly asked.

“Oh, Satoru had a date tonight,” Suguru said as he returned to your side, with what looked like a vinyl in hand.

“So we probably won’t be seeing him tonight?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t often you had the apartment alone.

“No, most likely not, but look!” He definitely did not pick up what you were putting down, but that was okay. It was a testament to just how stoked he was about this vinyl! And, well…you wished you knew what made it so special.

“The Wall?” You asked, taking the Pink Floyd album in your hand. You inspected it closely, trying to find something particularly noteworthy about it, “Sugubear, I thought you already had this album?” you asked.

“Yea, but that’s a first pressing of it!” He said, opening the vinyl sleeve to show you, “See? It says “Produced by David Gilmore,” not “Written by Rodger Waters,” In it! You can tell by the matrix numbers too-”

“You can just site all of this off the top of your head?” You asked, genuinely impressed by the wealth of knowledge he had about all of this. You knew music was one of his passions, but it always stunned you just how much he knew about it. He smiled and nodded.

“Yea, of course I do.” He said that as if everyone just know how to identify a first pressing of a vinyl off the top of their head.

“Okay, so it’s a first pressing. What makes that so special?” You asked, handing him back the record as you sat on his bed. You genuinely wanted to know, curious about the world of an audiophile. And he was more than happy to share.

“First pressings are made with the original masters,” He explained, setting the vinyl on his player, “Before they have a chance to get damaged or reworked. It’s the most honest way to listen to music, the purest form of artist intention.” Okay, that was a little pretentious, but he was so adorable and honest about it, you let it slide.

He settled down in the bed next to you as “In the Flesh?” started to fill the room. You tried hard to listen for any differences in the music quality. Thanks to your relationship with Suguru, you had hear this album probably a million times before. Honestly, you didn’t hear too much of a difference. But he clearly did, and really, that was all that mattered here.

You watched as he rocked his head back and forth to the music, and silently mouthed the words to a song that had barely any lyrical content. You knew he was trying not to sing along so he wouldn't ‘ruin the experience’ for you. He’d never really know just how much his singing added to the experience any time he showed you new music.

“You really love this album, don’t you?” You smiled, turning on your side to get a better look at him. He turned his head to look at you, and damn near blushed, letting out a small huff of a laugh.

“Yea, I do. It’s really important to me.” He muttered softly.

“Any reason?” you asked.

“My mom showed it to me.” He said. You froze for a second. In the near year you had been dating Suguru, he had never talked about his family. “The last memory I have of her before she died is helping her clean up the house while singing Another Brick in the Wall Pt.2 together.” He spoke fondly about it, but there was a deep melancholy laced in his words that made your heart ache for him.

“Can I ask what happened to her?” You asked softly.

“Car crash.” He shrugged with the kind of distance that only comes when you’re years away from a tragedy, “Drunk driver t-boned her when she was on the way home from running errands.”

“Suguru, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t be.” He said, turning in bed to properly face you, “It was a long time ago, over a decade now, and it’s not like you were the one driving.” He muttered.

“Still. Someone should say it to you,” You muttered softly.

“The driver did. We got Christmas cards from him for years after until we moved, always begging for forgiveness.” He sighed, and suddenly you could see the weight he’d been carrying for years in the corners of his lips, pulling it into a soft frown. This was heavy. You needed a topic change stat.

“I used to want to be in a band.” You said, turning on your back wistfully for dramatic effect.

“Oh yea?” He asked, propping his head up on his hand as his smirk returned, “And what happened?”

“I have the musical ability of a chair.” You laughed.

“Hey, I think they made a whole game about that concept.” He chuckled, and you giggled as you swatted his chest.

“Hey, I’m serious!” You insisted, “I consider it one of the great tragedies of my life that I’m so deeply in love with music, and was cursed to have negative ability to make it!” You joked to hide the pain. He just shrugged.

“Eh, it’s a skill just like any other,” He said, “I could teach you.” He offered. As he did, you eyed up his guitar in the corner of the room. The thought entered your mind of being sat in Sugurus lap, enveloped by his warmth as he guided your hands along the old wooden six string. Could smell the coffee on his breath and feel the soft tingles his voice gave you as he explained how to play a C-chord.

“I may just have to take you up on that offer.” You smirked.

“I hope you do.” He grinned. As he did, he pulled you into his arms, relaxing on his back with you pressed into his side. You rested your head on his chest to listen to his heart. The Happiest Days of our Lives was starting to play softly, and suddenly you could think of no where else in the world you wanted to be.

You thought back to the day that you meant Suguru, outside of that grimy basement show, desperately trying to find some fresh air. And by fresh air, I mean a cigarette to smoke.

You could still feel the white hot rage as you realized you’d lost your lighter. “Oh, mother fucker!” You yelled into the night.

“Need a light?” A calm rich voice asked, immediately putting you under it’s spell. You looked over and remembered having to bite your lip to not blurt out how hot the guy standing next to you was.

“Yes, please.” You thanked him as he lit your smoke for you. “God, that band sucks.” You groaned. He chuckled and nodded.

“Yea, no kidding. If I have to listen to one more shitty cover of The Clash I’m gonna lose it.” He confessed, causing you to bust into a fit of giggles.

“Good thing you’re out here then. They’re playing Rock the Casbah now.” You informed him, only for him to scoff and shake his head.

“Why is does every shitty punk band think playing Rock the Casbah legitimizes them? You’re not Paul Simonon, You’re Sid Vicious at best.” You giggled, something about an insult so, well, vicious coming from a tone so steady and unbothered was just so funny to you.

“What, you sayin’ Sid Vicious couldn’t play a clash song?” You asked.

“I’m saying Sid Vicious couldn’t even play the bass.” He said in the calm even tone you would use when talking to a colleague, or having coffee with a date. “No one should be forced to listen to someone violently abuse an instrument and call it music.” You were enchanted by him. You didn’t even point out to him that technically, Paul Simonon’s started smashing up basses first.

“Yea well, not like there’s much else to do in this town on a Friday night,” You sighed, taking a particularly long drag off your cig. He shrugged.

“I mean, I know a nice little dive bar not too far from here. They have pretty good live music on Fridays.” He said, sucking the last of the life out of his own dying smoke.

“Then what are you doing here?’ You asked.

“Good question,” He shrugged, “Maybe it’s fate.” he turned to you and flashed a soft smile that made your entire nervous system flutter. “I’m Geto by the way.”

“Geto,” You repeated, “I’m Y/n.” His smile grew just a bit wider.

“Y/n. that’s a pretty name.” He praised, “Well Y/n, how about going to that bar with me?” he asked, holding out his hand. You don’t know what possessed you to agree, to take his hand and let him whisk you away, but you did. And you had been going out with him every weekend ever since.

“I think this might be my favorite song on the album,” Suguru said out of no where, ripping you out of your memories. You tuned in long enough to register Comfortably Numb playing softly. At some point he must have changed the vinyl to disc two.

“Oh, I had my first kiss to this song,” You muttered absent mindedly.

“What?!” He asked with a laugh, sitting up so he could get a better look at you, “How am I only just now finding this out?!”

“Good question!” You giggled, “I could have sworn I told you.”

“I assure you, I have not heard this story.” He said. Oh, so he wanted a story with it? You just shrugged.

“Not much of a story to tell. I was at a middle school dance with my first boyfriend, and we were slow dancing to this song when he just kissed me.” You shrugged.

“Your middle school was playing Comfortably Numb?” He scoffed in disbelief.

“Yea, that is kinda weird in hindsight. I mean, they played Low too, by Flo Rida? So maybe not that weird.”

“No, everything about that is weird.” He teased. You laughed and shook you head.

“Oh really? Well then, since your first kiss was so normal, why don’t you tell me about that? What song was playing then?” He suddenly turned almost neon red with embarrassment.

“You’re right, we should just listen to the song-”

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this!” You laughed, sitting up in bed, “What’s your first kiss story? What song was playing?!” You had to know now. He groaned and shoved his head in his hands before mumbling the answer.

“What was that?”

More mumbling.

“Come again? I didn’t quite hear you.”

Even more, though slightly louder, mumbling.

“Babe, you’re gonna have to speak up.”

“Animal, by Nine Inch Nails.” he said, lifting his head out of his hands.

“BUT COMFORTABLY NUMB WAS WEIRD?!” You howled with laughter as he hid his face in his pillow. “Animal?! Are we thinking of the same song?” you demanded. He nodded.

“‘You let me violate you, You let me desecrate you’ That Animal?” You asked. He nodded again.

“‘I wanna fuck you like an animal, I want to feel you from the inside,’ that Animal?!” You wheezed. More nodding from the pillows.

“‘You tear down my reason, it’s your sex I can smell,’- Animal?!”

“Yes! Yes! It’s the same song, can you stop quoting it now?!” He laughed, coming up from the pillow to show he was red in the face, not from embarrassment now, but from losing it at your reaction. He sat up.

“Sugu, baby, you gotta tell me this story.” You demanded.

“Okay, so,” He took a moment to catch his breath, “Satoru and I were at this house party like, my sophomore year of high school. And a girl I really liked at the time was there.” He stopping, hoping that was enough.

“Go on.” You urged him. He sighed.

“So, a game of truth or dare starts up. And Satoru dares her to give me a lap dance, because he thinks he’s the greatest wing man of all time. He’s not, but not the point- Anyway, She says she’ll do it. But she gets to pick the song.”

“So she picks Animal by Nine Inch Nails?” You could not get over this.

“I mean, I liked her for a reason.” He shrugged, “Anyway, she gets really into it, and at the end she kisses me.” He shrugged like that was the most normal experience to have.

“How dare you call me weird for my first kiss experience,” You teased, shaking your head.

“Yea, that’s fair,” He nodded in agreement, laying back down. You joined him, resting your head on his shoulder.

“God, you’re a trip.” You muttered, shaking your head.

“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment.” He smiled softly. You looked up at him as best as you could from this angle. He turned his head to face you and winked. He was breathtakingly beautiful, with his messy dark hair and and warm dark brown eyes. His contagious smile tugged at his lips, and small chuckles were still finding their way out of him.

“I love you,” You sighed contently as you burrowed into his side. He held you close, and desperately tried to ignore the way his heart exploded when you said that.

“I love you too.” He promised, kissing the top of your head.

At some point, the two of you had fallen asleep. You know this, because Gojo was now waking you up. “Awww, look at the two love birds!!” He laughed as he walked in, blinding both you and Suguru with morning light from the open door. “All cuddled up together, so cute! I totally ship it” He laughed.

“It’s way too early to be this loud, Satoru.” Suguru groaned, turning his head away from the sun.

“Dude, it’s like 10:30,” Satoru scoffed, having been awake since 8. That bastard didn’t know what sleeping in was.

“As I said, it’s too early to be this loud.” Suguru grumbled, before turning to you, smiling softly as he saw your sleepy eyes staring back at him. He always loved waking up next to you.

“Morning beautiful,” He mumbled, “Want some breakfast?”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #suguru geto #geto x reader #geto x reader fluff #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto x reader fluff #suguru x reader #suguru x reader fluff #suguru geto fluff #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #whats up nonny?

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likeadevils · 1 year

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Speak Now Timeline

This is a very long post that puts all the songs on Speak Now in order of Taylor creating them. I’ve also added a few other songs she wrote while writing Speak Now and quotes from Taylor and her collaborators talking about her process.

If you don't want to read all that, check out this playlist of the album in order or this playlist of her entire discography.

Due to a surprising amount of digital decay and her life not being highly documented yet, exact dates are bit harder to come by then they are with following albums, but you can still find a few! I’ve added this color coded scale of how sure I am of the date:

Confirmed: There is some type of official source for the date

Inferring: Nobody has officially said “This is when we wrote it,” but everything points to that date

Speculation: This date is based off pure vibes and guesswork and is highly likely to change.

Unknown: All that is known is the year (from the US Copyright Offices)

More notes: I will probably be editing it as information about vault songs and new details about old songs get come out, so it probably won’t be finished until July, so check back in with this post and/or follow me if you want updates. Most tweet dates come from crawling through the wayback machine, but if you want further sourcing, feel free me an ask/dm.

Without further ado...

Sparks Fly: Late 2006 (Inferring)

Taylor opened up for Jake Owen on October 31, 2006 In Portland, Oregon (the secret message for the song), and wrote Sparks Fly about the experience shortly after. I’ve seen a few second hand sources say she wrote it on the airplane ride back to Nashville later that same night, but I can’t find Taylor herself saying that, so it might just be an old fandom legend, or the source has been lost to digital decay, or I just haven’t looked hard enough. She first performs the song in May 29, 2007.

Haunted: 2009 (Unknown)

Taylor: "Haunted" is about the moment that you realize the person you're in love with is drifting and fading fast. And you don't know what to do, but in that period of time, in that phase of love, where it's fading out, time moves so slowly. Everything hinges on what that last text message said, and you're realizing that he's kind of falling out of love. That's a really heartbreaking and tragic thing to go through, because the whole time you're trying to tell yourself it's not happening. I went through this, and I ended up waking up in the middle of the night and writing this song about it.

February 17, 2009: Tweets "It's 3:58 am in London.. And I accidentally fell asleep at 6:30 pm, so now I'm wide awake and have no idea what to do. Write a song?"

It’s possible that this was what Taylor was referring to when she said she “ended up waking up in the middle of the night and writing [Haunted]”, but it’s also very possible that Taylor didn’t write a song on February 17, and waking up in the middle of the night and writing a song is not a rare occurrence in Taylor’s life, so one tweet doesn’t really prove anything.

March 13, 2009: Tweets "A day off in Sydney. Drove two hours out of the city and spent the day on the beach. Wrote a chorus you'll hear on the next record. :)"

Pure speculation, but I think she was working on Mr. Perfectly Fine. It was created in 2009, and in my opinion, of the possible songs it has the most notable chorus.

March 19, 2009: Posts on Myspace “I’m wiped out. I’ve been in the studio all day ( I know, I know.. We JUST put out a new album. I think I have a problem, I cannot stop writing songs.) It’s so much fun knowing that you can take your time, because you have like a year and a half to make something you’re really proud of. I love recording a few songs, waiting a few months, recording a few more.. Instead of devoting a few weeks to “record the album” and then it’s just done. I like dragging it out, that way you can be meticulous about every detail. Daydream about different ways to put the songs together, and then take them apart. I’m pretty obsessed with the whole process. So needless to say, it was good to be back in the studio with my redheaded producer who I missed terribly.”

If This Was A Movie: April 2009 (Inferring)

Taylor has literally never talked about this song, but April would be six months after and Joe Jonas broke up in late September/early October 2008.

April 24, 2009: Taylor plays in Jonesboro, Arkansas, and possibly writes a song: "I'd get my best ideas at 3:00 AM in Arkansas, and didn't have a co-writer around and I'd just finish it. And that would happen again in New York [likely Enchanted], that would happen again in Boston [likely Long Live], that would happen again in Nashville." (x)

May 23, 2009: Taylor records Half Of My Heart with John Mayer

On March 1, 2009: John Mayer tweeted: “Waking up to this song idea that won’t leave my head. 3 days straight now. That means it’s good enough to finish. It’s called Half of My Heart and I want to sing it with Taylor Swift. She would make a killer Stevie Nicks in contrast to my Tom Petty of a song.” On May 23, John Mayer tweeted "I couldn't get Taylor Swift on my record so I found the world's greatest impersonator, Laura Jacksheimer" with a picture of Taylor.

Superman: Spring 2009 (Speculation)

This could have been written any time in 2009, but due to it's general sound and the following quote, I’d guess it was written sometime in spring, when her and John Mayer first started working together. Taylor: “This was a guy that I was sort of enamored with, as usual. This song got its title by something that I just kinda said randomly in conversation. He walked out of the room, I looked over at one of my friends and said, ‘Man, It’s just like watching Superman fly away.’”

May 29, 2009: Posts on Myspace “Tomorrow, after the performance on the Today show, I’ll fly back to Nashville and record a lot of new songs I’ve written in the last few weeks. I’m really excited about that.” (She also posts "Tonight I went shopping at Top Shop in New York with the band. I got purple shoes. I’m really excited about the purple shoes, and I just needed to tell someone. I got purple shoes. Ok. That’s done." Which. If I had a nickel for everytime Taylor teased her new album by posting about shoe colors I'd have two nickels, which isnt a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.)

June 4, 2009: Posts on Facebook "In the studio. I don't know whose computer I'm using. Pssh.. Such a rebel right now.."

June 9, 2009: Tweets (about recording Thug Story) "If I said I was in the studio with T-Pain, would you believe me?"

Better Than Revenge and Let’s Go (Battle): June 2009 (Inferring)

These were probably written sometime between June 12, when the Jonas Brothers released “Much Better”, and July 1, when Taylor posted on Myspace: “What else is new.. Recording a bunch of new songs. Lots of new things to write about…..”

Last Kiss: 2009 (Unknown)

Taylor: "The song "Last Kiss" is sort of like a letter to somebody. You say all of these desperate, hopeless feelings that you have after a breakup. Going through a breakup you feel all of these different things. You feel anger, and you feel confusion, and frustration. Then there is the absolute sadness. The sadness of losing this person, losing all the memories, and the hopes you had for the future. There are times when you have this moment of truth where you just admit to yourself that you miss all these things. When I was in one of those moments I wrote this song."

July 22, 2009: Tweets "Hanging with my producer Nathan, discussing the next adventure" and then in a separate tweet "...album #3."

Never Grow Up: Fall 2009 (Speculation)

Lover Diary Nathan Chapman: "The song 'Never Grow Up' is just she singing and I on acoustic guitar. We recorded ourselves live. That song probably happened in two hours." This could’ve been written at any time in 2009, but I put it here because she bought her Nashville apartment sometime before October.

September 8, 2009: Tweeted "Last night in nash before heading out tomorrow for 4 shows, then VMA's. But right now I can't put the guitar down."

September 13, 2009: VMAs Incident

Enchanted: September 15, 2009 (Confirmed)

On September 15, Taylor attended an Owl City Concert in New York Taylor: "It was about this guy that I met in New York City, and I had talked to him on email or something before, but I had never met him. And meeting him, it was this overwhelming feeling of: I really hope that you're not in love with somebody. And the whole entire way home, I remember the glittery New York City buildings passing by, and then just sitting there thinking, am I ever going to talk to this person again? And that pining away for a romance that may never even happen, but all you have is this hope that it could, and the fear that it never will. I started writing that in the hotel room when I got back. Because it just was this positive, wistful feeling of: I hope you understand just how much I loved meeting you. I hope that you know that meeting you was not something that I took lightly, or just in passing. And I think my favorite part of that song is the part where, in the bridge, it goes to sort of a stream of consciousness of ‘Please don't be in love with someone else/Please don't have somebody waiting on you.' Because at that moment, that's exactly what my thoughts were. And it feels good to write exactly what your thoughts were in a certain moment.”

September 26, 2009: Taylor plays in Little Rock, Arkansas, and possibly writes a song: "I'd get my best ideas at 3:00 AM in Arkansas, and didn't have a co-writer around and I'd just finish it. And that would happen again in New York [Enchanted & Back To December], that would happen again in Boston [Long Live], that would happen again in Nashville." (x)

October 17, 2009: Tweets "Travis: you look so out of it. Me: I'm writing a song in my head. Travis: oh, I apologize. I didn't realize you were working."

November 30, 2009: Tweets "If I had a dime for every time my producer and I blurt out the same thing at the same time, followed by an awkward, uncoordinated high five..."

Ours: December 6, 2009 (Inferring)

Myspace Post on December 6: “I just got back to Nashville this morning after being in LA all week. Today I was out and about and in the studio all day” Taylor: "I wrote this when I was about to turn 20. I was in a relationship I knew people wouldn't approve of, and it was just a matter of time before everyone found out. When you're first getting to know someone, it's a fragile time, and then you add newspapers and magazine covers and it can get kind of rough. I wanted to have this song to play for him when it got difficult. Singing it for him was one of the sweetest moments I can remember."

December 22, 2009: Tweets "I was writing a song and my pen fell into the piano. Still trying to figure out if I should do anything about this."

January 2010: Starts polishing up the demos made in 2009 into fully produced tracks

Billboard: "Swift and Chapman had begun recording new songs almost as soon as "Fearless" was released. The two cut demos in his basement studio and would only take those songs to larger facilities once they felt they had an emotional foundation in the basic tracks. Still, it wasn’t until early 2010 when the album truly began to coalesce." Nathan Chapman: "We stripped it down and made the demos first. Taylor came to my studio and I played all the instruments on the demos, and because I have a good vocal booth, her demo vocals ended up being the vocals you hear on the record. After finishing the demos, we went out to different studios, and tried different combinations of engineers and musicians to replace some of the elements of my demos, mostly the programmed drums, and to do additional overdubs. [...] A pop artist would probably release what we'd done after five hours, but country artists don't want to hear programmed drums, they don't want to hear fake stuff. So once we had recorded the demos, we would book whatever studio we wanted for each song, to replace the drums, in many cases the bass, and to add whatever overdubs we envisioned, like fiddle, keyboards, percussion and strings. After we got the demos right, we opened it up and allowed ourselves to spend money and cut a big record." Taylor tweets on January 11: "Studio-ness with all the same boys who played on Fearless" and on January 13: "More recording. So excited. So excited. So excited. See, I said that three times. Once for every album we've made in this studio."

January 13, 2010: Posts on Myspace “Thank you January. I have had this month off. I have walked on snow-covered grass and discovered new coffee shops and laughed hysterically with friends about things that probably weren’t technically funny. I’ve written songs on napkins and sat at a giant table with my whole family on my mother’s birthday, all of us in one place for the first time in too long. I’ve gotten to take what has happened to me and process it to my full capability, and celebrate it the way it deserved to be celebrated. I’ve made new music. I’ve gone over the memories and jumped up and down with my producer and floated around with nothing on my schedule other than just appreciating what my life has somehow turned into. [...] Getting back in the studio with the same guys I trust and know and love.. (right, the pointing one: my producer Nathan Chapman) (Left, the waving one: Bass extraorinaire, Tim Marks. Clearly marked on his road case.) [...] Nick Buddha is in charge of the drums.”

February 22, 2010: Posts on Myspace "I’ve been writing lots of songs"

February 13, 2010: Writes in her diary "I’ve been obsessing over the new album. I always do that until it’s just right. I don’t know if I have the formula just right for this one yet. I know there are great songs. I just need to figure out the strands that bond them together into a great album. And I will obsess until it’s there. This album, any album, is the next 2 years of my life. It has to be more than amazing. It has to be great enough to keep my attention for 2 years."

Mine: March 10-12 2010 (Inferring)

Taylor (above interview, at 5:17): "I wrote Mine somewhere on the road, I think in Texas, actually." Nathan Chapman: "The demo for 'Mine' apparently took less than five hours to record, and sounded, according to Chapman, "almost identical to the record. After that we worked on the track for another four months, off and on, and spent $30,000 to make sure it sounded perfect in the real world."" Taylor: "This song is the first single because it has this…there was this moment between Nathan and I, my producer, when I brought this song in and when we made this demo in one day in his basement and we just kinda looked at each other and we were like, "This is it. This is the one. All of the times that I've had "The Moment" with songs of "This is the one," it's been a good call, so I'm hoping for the best on this one. Wish me luck." Scott Borchetta: "Mine" was a turning point in the album’s development. Swift and Chapman had begun recording new songs almost as soon as "Fearless" was released. The two cut demos in his basement studio and would only take those songs to larger facilities once they felt they had an emotional foundation in the basic tracks. Still, it wasn’t until early 2010 when the album truly began to coalesce. Swift presented "Mine" to Borchetta in his office [...] "We probably played that song four or five times," Borchetta recalls. "I’m jumping around playing air guitar, she’s singing the song back to me, and it was just one of those crazy, fun, Taylor teen-age moments."

March 13, 2010: Taylor records Mine, brings it to Scott Borchetta, and says she’s done with TS3

Scott Borchetta: "I said, ‘Keep going,’ [...] She kind of looked at me like, ‘You’re challenging me.’ And I said, ‘Yeah. You’ve found true north here. Keep going.’ " Taylor: “During Speak Now, when I went to (label head) Scott Borchetta and said, 'The album’s finished,’ he said, 'No, it’s not – you need to keep writing.’” (Right after playing in Texas, Taylor leaves for a vacation in the Bahamas, meaning Taylor likely had about a day in Nashville between the two trips).

Innocent: Late March 2010 (Inferring)

Billboard: “It was some time in the period after that challenge — between February and June — that Swift wrote “Innocent,” her response to the Kanye West incident.” Taylor: “Some songs take 30 minutes to write, and some take six months, which was the case with “Innocent.” When things affect me intensely and really hit me hard, it can take a while to figure out what I think about it and what to say about it.” (March would be just over 6 months since the VMAs).

March 24, 2010: Taylor goes lunch with Taylor Lautner and both of their publicists, inspiring Back To December.

Taylor: Swift says she based the song on a conversation she had with the guy about whom she's singing. "It's not loosely based," she says. "It's almost word-for-word. It is a song and a conversation that needed to happen, because I don't want to hurt people. If you unintentionally do so, you've got to make that better."

Speak Now: Early April, 2010 (Inferring)

On April 3, Taylor attended the wedding of Josh Farro as Hayley Williams (who is Josh's ex) plus one. That day she also tweeted: ""Nathan you smell really good! Is that a new cologne?" "Thanks! Actually it's a two in one shampoo and soap. From Dial." My producer rules." implying she was in the studio. The conversation below could have happened any day after the VMA awards in September, when Hayley first reached out to Taylor, but I think Taylor probably wrote the song fairly close to naming the album after it. Taylor: "This song was inspired by one of my friends who was telling me about her childhood sweetheart, crush guy. They were kind of together in high school and went their separate ways, and it was kind of understood that they were gonna get back together. Then, she one day comes in and tells me he's getting married. He had met this girl who was just this mean person who made him completely stop talking to all of his friends, cut off his family, had him like so completely isolated. And I just, kind of randomly, was like, "So, you gonna speak now?" She was like, "What do you mean?" And I was like "Oh, you know, like storm the church, speak now or forever hold your peace? I'll go with you. I'll play guitar. It would be great." She was just kind of laughing, and later on I just was wrapping my mind around that idea of how tragic it would be if someone you loved was marrying somebody else. Later I had a dream about one of my ex-boyfriends getting married, and it just all came together that I needed to write this song about interrupting a wedding. For me, I like to think of it as good versus evil, and this girl is so completely painted as the evil one. So this is "Speak Now.""

April 13, 2010: Names TS3 Speak Now

Lover Diaries: "So I’ve been obsessing over the new record to the point where it’s all I can focus on. I’m majorly stressed and borderline losing it, with all these lists and chronic dissatisfaction. Perfectionist-ness. I keep growing tired of songs because I know I’ve raised the bar and I can beat half the songs. Scott and I had lunch the other day. We were talking about the record and I had this epiphany. I didn’t talk in interviews about how I felt about much of what has happened in the last 2 years. I’ve been silent about so much that I’m saying on this album. It’s time to Speak Now. Scott freaked out. He loved it. We have a title, ladies and gentlemen!" Scott Borchetta: ""At one point, the record was not called ‘Speak Now.’ It was called ‘Enchanted,’ [...] We were at lunch, and she had played me a bunch of the new songs. I looked at her and I’m like, ‘Taylor, this record isn’t about fairy tales and high school anymore. That’s not where you’re at. I don’t think the record should be called "Enchanted."’” Swift excused herself from the table at that point. By the time she came back, she had the "Speak Now" title"

Dear John: Spring 2010 (Speculation)

This was likely written sometime after February 2010 (Taylor implies she's single in her vlog and her diary). Beyond that, it could have been anytime between February and June 2010.

Brief Interruption: The next two songs (Back to December and Mean) are going to use quotes from this interview that @1989worldtour found. If you've already listened to the interview attached to the Mine section, then it's the same interview

Back To December: Early May, 2010 (Inferring)

Taylor (above interview, at 5:12): "Back to December was written in New York City. Taylor was in New York city from May 3-5, and May 12-15 2010. she was not photographed in New York any other time in early 2010, and given her busy touring schedule, I doubt she was in New York at another time. USA TODAY: “Swift says she based the song on a conversation she had with the guy about whom she's singing. "It's not loosely based," she says. "It's almost word-for-word. It is a song and a conversation that needed to happen, because I don't want to hurt people. If you unintentionally do so, you've got to make that better."”

Mean: May 29, 2010 (Speculation)

Taylor (above interview, about 6 minutes in): "I started this song called Mean on my, like sitting on my kitchen counter, just playing it, and then, you know, took a plane and flew to the venue where we were gonna play that night and finished it in the dressing room." Now, this may be a too literal interpretation of "took a plane and flew to the venue where we were gonna play that night," but if we want to theorize: the only tour date (that Taylor could've conceivably written Mean during) without another show right before or after it was in Baton Rogue on May 29, 2010.

Long Live: June 2010 (Confirmed)

Lover Diary She likely wrote this around June 5, when she ended the Fearless Tour at Gillette Stadium (Wikipedia counts two festivals as being part of the Fearless Tour but Taylor doesn't, so I'm going with her opinion), since she said that she wrote a song for Speak Now in Boston (which is the closest major city to Gillette)

The Story Of Us: June 9-16, 2010 (Confirmed)

Taylor attended the CMT Awards (Which goes on to be the secret message for The Story Of Us) on June 9 and was sat very close to John Mayer. Taylor: "The people closest to me are used to me deserting a conversation and bolting into some corner of the room with my phone out, hunched over, singing some melody or lyric or hook into my phone. I wrote “The Story of Us” about running into an ex at an awards show, and I came home and sat down at a kitchen table and told my mom, “I felt like I was standing alone in a crowded room.” She tried to console me, but I was gone at that point." Lover Diary: "So I’ve been a little studio rat since the tour ended [...] Ever since, I wake up to my cell phone alarm around 9:30 each morning. Throw on a sundress, skip make up, tie my hair in a messy side braid, and head out the door with no shoes on. Because the only walking outside I’ll be doing is from my house to my car, then from my car, three steps to Nathan’s basement studio. [...] I worked on a song for a few days, then basically finished it in the car on the way to Nathan’s this morning. It. Is. So. Good. And I can safely say I am DONE writing this record!! This song is up-tempo, and hooky and sort of torn-sounding … like this horrible stressed confusion that comes on when you knew the person you’re pining away for is in the room. And for some reason, there are these invisible walls keeping things from being ok. So you’re not fine. And they’re not fine. And I’m so happy I wrote that song!! Footage of Taylor working on TSOU

June 30, 2010: Taylor tweets “@amosjheller is SLAYING a bass part in the studio right now. http://twitpic.com/21am7t”

Footage Nathan Chapman: “We tried several bassists until we had a bass part that worked, which was played by Amos Heller, of Taylor's live band. In Nashville, it's rare for a road musician to be on the record, but he earned his way into this record by kicking ass. In fact, all Taylor's road musicians played some parts on the album, which was important for me and her.”

July 15, 2010: The orchestra for Back To December and Haunted are recorded (footage here, same outfit as these candids)

Taylor (talking about Haunted): “I wanted the music and the orchestration to reflect the intensity of the emotion the song is about, so we recorded strings with Paul Buckmaster at Capitol Studios in Los Angeles. It was an amazing experience - recording this entire big, live string section that I think in the end really captured the intense, chaotic feeling of confusion I was looking for."

And that's all for this timeline! Check out my others:

TIMELINES: debut • fearless • speak now • red • 1989 • rep • lover • folklore • evermore • midnights PLAYLISTS: debut • fearless • speak now • red • 1989 • rep • lover • folklore • evermore • midnights • entire discography GENERAL: tag

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someone requested i do a part two of bf! christian head cannons, so here you go! 🤭❣️

here’s part one.

masterlist

i just so know he’d find every reason to pull into bed in the morning. he’d groan and pull by the hand or waist into his embrace, where he repeatedly just kisses your head until you give up and fall asleep. “it’s cold without you baby. just stay here with me… a few more minutes…”

bf christian finding any reason to bring you back your favorite flowers and reece’s. we know he has early training so let’s say after he comes home from that or having a day out, he tells you to close your eyes as he sets the bouquet in front of you. “for the most beautiful girl in the world. i love you.”

bf christian where he begs for your attention. you could be working, reading, cooking, just sitting there watching tv, but he’s literally begging for your touch, claiming it calms him. and when you do, he’s so quick to relax and let go for you, wrapping you closer into him. “i needed this. hate when you ignore me baby…”

bf christian where he begs you to watch the rain with him. the day starts off sunny but i’m sure he’d pull the “it smells like it might rain love” and true to his word he’s right. but you can’t help it, the smell, the grey skies, the rain and thunder sounds, and most specifically how he kisses your knuckles.

christian finding any reason to visit you during work and bringing your favorite food for lunch. he’s come in on his day off or after training, with bags filled of food for both of you. spending the remainder of the day with you there. “the house is so dull and lonely without you. need to be with you at all times love.”

after sex, he’s just so cuddly and loving. taking care of you especially if he went to much. but you especially love when he draws shapes and scratches slightly on your bum. “so soft and mine… did so good for me… my good girl always…”

since christian has experience with tattoos he would persuade you to get one. a small one that means a lot. imagine if one was dedicated to him? he’d go insane, im sure if it… “baby whaaat? you did this for me?”

you surprising christian with a nipple piercing 😵‍💫😵‍💫 after being some time apart like now during pre-season, he’s undressing you and his eyes bulge at the small jewelry on your nipple. he’d be gentle and kiss around it not wanting to hurt you, all while you just grab the hairs on the back of his head, biting your lip. “this is so sexy… you have no idea y/n…” (you can ignore this if you’d like, but i saw a tiktok about it and thought of him 😂😂.)

when hanging out with his friends or yours, he’s either behind you, one hand hugging your waist or, him sitting down and your on his lap. he so clingy ik it 🫠😵‍💫

buying a polaroid camera together, and taking it everywhere you go. pictures of you two at the park, in the car, you at his games, friends and family. you just having albums and albums of pictures of every moment together 🥲🥲 “look here chris… look at your freckles baby! love them so much…”

him trying to impress you by making drinks he saw on instagram reels or tiktok, and you find it absolutely adorable at his concentrated face or him watching you taste test. his brows furrowed in, a hand under his chin.

him posting you anytime he gets the opportunity, captioning them with the cheesiest words or emojis. “my 🌎🙏… #1 since day one 🤞… look at her, isn’t she gorgeous? 😍”

him being nosy and wanting to know every move you make. “where are you going?… who are you talking with? can i go with? who texted you?” and you just being suspicious or not telling him to get him annoyed 😂😂

you hate it but secretly love it, but he tickles you whenever he has the chance. he loves hearing you let out a fit of giggles or snorts. he loves the sounds, and all he can do is laugh with you.

before he leaves for a away game, he makes sure to leave his hoodie smelling like him, because he knows how much you love his scent, and how you wear his hoodies around the house. you’d text him, thanking him for being such an amazing boyfriend, and him all shy, his teammates teasing him. “wear them please. just make sure to think of me…”

after a heated argument or fight, which rarely happen, your so quiet and ignore him, because you aren’t sure if he’s still upset or if he even wants to talk to you. crying and hiding in the guest room, attempting to distract yourself. all he can do is go crazy and tug his hair bc you aren’t speaking to him, because he’s desperate to fix things between you.

he would make it up to you though, or bise versa. but he would knock softly, hearing you shuffle around, and when he sees you wiping your tears he just holds you, his heart wrenching at your sobs and the way you hold onto him. “please tell me you forgive me? i can’t help but you not talking to me y/n… i’m sorry baby…”

him finding a funny meme or video and sending it to you. him just finding any initiative to just make you laugh or make your day better 🥲🥲

during a work event from a job, he’s just whispering how proud he is of you, and congratulating you of all your work. kissing you, despite wearing red lipstick, his hand rubbing up and down soothing your nerves before making a speech or etc. “i’m so proud of you and all your hard work baby. look how far you’ve come to today…”

christian always making you feel included and never left out. people just overall loving you and your personality, especially how you put other first before you, and how happy you make other feel. “come here baby… this is my beautiful girlfriend y/n… this is y/n my future wife…”

while doing your makeup he makes fun of you and tease you on how your positioned and sitting in front of the mirror. “aren’t you uncomfortable love? ik you’re trying to get pretty but i can get you a vanity with lights?”

refusing you to pay even for the smallest things. he loves to pay for everything but you have to convince him every now and then that a relationship goes both ways, but you appreciate it for him spoiling you 😵‍💫🫠 “no. i’m not letting you pay.” … “you payed last time christian!” … “idc. but you aren’t paying pretty girl…”

randomly giving you love letters he writes and listing the thing he loves about you. “i love the way your hair smells after the shower… i love the way you kiss me like no one is watching… i love when you randomly tell me stuff about your day… i love the way you love me…”

him and you sharing a shared playlist, but you being picky sometimes at his country music since you don’t really like it. but knowing christian he’d force you to listen to them to have a laugh. “oh cmon… it’s not that bad, just listen to the lyrics.”

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic blurb #christian pulisic one shot #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic x you

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ガゼット Talk Event - 11/01/2004

The MC started the instore by cautioning fans not to lose any of their hair extensions—he was tryna make a joke like "don't headbang too hard during the talk event." His joke fell flat. Then the members came out on stage and chaos ensued.

MC: So...were there any interesting things that happened when making [DISORDER]? Let's hear from the two members of the rhythm section first...

Kai: Was...there...anything...?

Reita: Well...

MC: How about anything that was difficult?

Reita: The most difficult things was that this fucker [Kai] stayed with me.

Kai: Oh god...

MC: Oh really? What happened?

Reita: Well...For starters! He falls asleep RIGHT away.

Kai: Oi! You were the one that said it was okay if I slept!

MC: So you just fell asleep...?

Kai: No! It wasn't like that at all! No no no! I looked sleepy, so Reita asked "Are you tired? You can go to bed." So I went to bed. Then the next day he was all "Kai slept in my bed last night. Isn't he the worst?" to everyone!

MC: Did you tell him where to sleep?

Reita: No, I didn't.

MC: Then you didn't tell him not to sleep in your bed!

Kai: Right! Right!

Reita: I mean...I didn't expect him to completely go to sleep there for the rest of the night! I thought he was gonna sleep for a bit then get back up again and continue the meeting. But he slept until morning!

MC: How long did he sleep?

Kai: It wasn't even that long...

Reita: It was like...8 hours!

MC: That's such a long time!

Kai: Then you should have woken me up!

Reita: No but! You were sleeping so soundly! Anyways...This album I made while sleeping on the floor is filled with my anger and sorrow.

MC: Alright! On to the two guitarists!

Aoi & Uruha: Yeah?

MC: Do you have any incidents you'd like to share?

Uruha: ...ummm...any...?

Aoi: I don't know what to say...

Uruha: We kinda just play our guitars for each other...and...are like "Yeah. That was good." That's it.

MC: So...it's more like you meet up to listen to what each has come up with? You don't really plan things first?

Aoi: Yeah. That's right.

MC: Do you already have a general idea of what each of you is going to play?

Aoi: Yeah. I know what he's gonna do.

MC: So...you don't sleep together?

Aoi: Not exactly...

Uruha: Yup. We go to Aoi's house.

Aoi: Mmmm. Yup. Sometimes we go to a bar to meet. We're pretty casual...calling each other by our first names.

MC: Next, I'd wanna ask you all a slightly more casual question. Please tell us which perfume and shampoo you use.

Uruha: Brrr...vvvv...Brvvv...gari...?

MC: Bvlgari?

Uruha: Bvlgari! Uhhh...

MC: What by Bvlgari?

Uruha: Bvlgari...?

MC: Bvlgari by Bvlgari...?

Uruha. No...the purple...one...

MC: Okay. The purple one by Bvlgari. What about shampoo?

Uruha: Lux

MC: The red one?

Uruha: The white one

MC: Oh! I've never seen the white one.

What about Kai's perfume?

Kai: Ummm...Jaguar...?

MC: And shampoo?

Kai: Mod hair

Ruki: I don't remember the name of the perfume...it's something pink.

MC: Oh? Do you mean the bottle or the liquid?

Ruki: Not the bottle. It was a gift. It's the same smell that a lot of the fan letters are sprayed with.

MC: Is it a sweet smell?

Ruki: It's sweet.

MC: What about your shampoo?

Ruki: Well...I use purple shampoo...

MC: Murasaki shampoo...?

Ruki: It's a shampoo that prevents blonde hair from turning yellow.

MC: Is it the same one you use on the black parts of your hair?

Ruki: Yes, it is. But the black parts of my hair are starting to turn ashy, so I need to stop using it.

MC: Do you have to mail order it?

Ruki: No, it's sold in normal stores.

Reita: I don't use perfume anymore.

MC: You don't use perfume? Do you make your own frgrance?

Reita: Yes, I do.

MC: Body odor

Aoi: My perfume is...GUCCI's...ummm...what was it again...it's the one in the round, black bottle...

MC: Alright. The round, black one by GUCCI.

What about shampoo?

Aoi: ...Vidal Sassoon...

The audience starts laughing.

Aoi: WHY IS THIS WHAT YOU LAUGH AT?

MC: Maybe they just like it. Vidal Sassoon is a good brand, right?

Aoi: Yeah

MC: Next, let's talk about something you used to be able to eat but can't anymore. Or vice verse.

Uruha: I...oysters. I couldn't eat them.

MC: Oysters

Uruha: Um...oysters...

Uruha apparently made oyster-shaped hand gestures to describe them.

MC: Ok...

Uruha: I used to throw up whenever I'd eat them, but now I think they actually smell good.

MC: How do you usually eat them?

Uruha: Well...you know...any way...

Kai: Okra

MC: Okra...?

Kai: I used to eat it with natto, but now I can't. I like natto with green onions. And eggs.

MC: It's delicious with eggs, huh?

Kai broke into a huge smile.

MC: Oh wow! What a lovely smile! You have a great smile!

The audience started laughing.

Ruki: I can't really drink alcohol, but I'm able to drink cassis orange now.

MC: Cassis!

Ruki: It's sweet and tasty, but I get sleepy after two glasses.

MC: But that's nice in its own way. I envy people who don't like drinking.

Ruki: Really?

MC: Yes. I'd rather not be able to drink alcohol.

Ruki: But it gets kinda lonely, ya know?

MC: Oh really?

Ruki: When everyone goes out and orders a mug of beer or a glass of wine, I have to be like "I'll have a Cassis orange..."

Reita: I can't eat vegetables...

MC: Vegetables? You couldn't eat them?

Reita: And...I still can't east them...

MC: None at all?

Reita: Well...Cucumbers and tomatoes are okay...but...

MC: Nothing else?

Reita: Nope. Especially not leafy vegetables. The idea of eating leaves...I just....as a human being...I just can't tolerate it..

Aoi: I don't really have anything I don't like.

MC: Can you eat leaves?

Aoi: Oh yes! I can eat leaves!

MC: Oh? He eats leaves!

Aoi: Oi! But...

During the talk event, ZAKUROgata no yuuutsu was playing in the background. Right as Aoi starts to speak, the flatline sound at the end of the song cut Aoi off with a "beeeeeeeeeeep."

Aoi lost his shit laughing—then the venue lost it. After he regained his composure, Aoi finished answering the question.

Aoi: ...croquette. I don't like them.

Audience: Eeeeeeeeh?!

Aoi: Yeah

MC: What don't you like? Are they too greasy?

Aoi: That's part of it...but mostly I don't like the filling. I don't like paste-y things.

MC: What about tonkatsu?

Aoi: Oh! I love tonkatsu!

MC: Pork cutlets are okay! What about meat croquettes?

Aoi: Ohhhh~! I loooove them~!

Audience: Eeeeeeeeh?!

MC: Huh? You like them?

Aoi: Well yeah...It's meatballs...

MC: No! I said meat croquettes...

Aoi: Oh?! Meat croquettes?! Noooope!

MC: Anyways. Congratulations!

Everyone: What?!

MC: You've just won $3,000,000! What would you spend it on? Let's start with Aoi!

Aoi: I'd start by getting a new place...

MC: An expensive place?

Aoi: Yeah

MC: I think you'd still have money left over.

Aoi: Well, I'd have to pay rent n’ stuff.

Audience: Eeeeeeh?!

MC: Wait?! You wouldn't just buy the place?!

Aoi: Nahhh. I get bored easily, so I like to be able to move around.

MC: Oh! You're thinking ahead!

Reita: I wanna throw a wad of bills at everyone here!

Audience: Yaaaaay!

Reita: See! Everyone wants a wad of bills! I want someone to throw a wad of bills at me too.

MC: What would they do with them? Toss them at you?

Reita: No...it'd be a present.

MC: Reita's really working the room, huh? What a good guy.

Ruki: Can I just pay to get my driver's license?

MC: What do you mean?

Ruki: Like I roll up and am all "Here's $10,000, so just give me the license." without having to take the test.

MC: Noooo. It's $3,000,000.

Ruki: I know. I just thought $10,000 would be enough.

MC: You're right. You don't need to pay $300,000,000. Just $10,000 is fine.

Ruki: Really?1

MC: Noooo! How would I know?!

Ruki: Soooo...after I get my license, I'll buy a car and have one of my friends teach me how to drive. Then I can finally tell people cars are one of my hobbies. And I wanna be in a car magazine or something!

MC: What kind of car do you want to buy?

Ruki: Well, I don't really know anything about cars. But I saw a Jaguar on the street the other day!

MC: Yes?

Ruki: It has the little statue...on the front...

MC: Yes

Ruki: I wanted to like...break it off...and take it home with me.

The audience started laughing.

Ruki: Oh! And I'm really into homes made of concrete. I wanna move to the countryside where there aren't any people. Somewhere with a station that doesn't even have an attendant.

MC: Wouldn't that get kinda lonely?

Ruki: ...I guess I would get lonely...

Kai: I wanna hold a really extravagant live.

MC: Oh! A really extravagant live, huh?

Kai: So, every time we play a song, it's like "POW!"

MC: With lots of effects and stuff!

Kai: Yes! And the stage is made of money!

The audience starts laughing.

Kai: And...can't you make a name for yourself in history with money...?

MC: In history...?

Kai: Like in textbooks and stuff. Wouldn't we get written up in textbooks if we have enough money...?

MC: I dunno.

Kai: ...ummm...and I wanna donate money to Niigata (who just had an earthquake).

MC: Yeah. They have it tough right now. Is anyone in the audience from Niigata?

A girl in the audience raised her hand.

Kai: Oh! You must be having a hard time right now. Then I'll give you $3,000,000!

Uruha: I want a private jet!

MC: A jet!

Uruha: I saw one on tv and got envious.

MC: Ohhhhh

Uruha: And then it'll be like let's have a live and gooooo!

MC: So you wanna take off? Just like that?!

Uruha: Yeah

MC: But I'm not $3,000,000 would be enough.

Uruha: It's not enough...?

MC: In America, it costs $200,000 just to charter a jet like that roundtrip.

Uruha: Oh no....

MC: But maybe your management will buy you one when you become famous internationally!

Uruha: Ok!

MC: Alright! These phycological tests are popular lately, so let's give one a try. Think of two 4 kanji words or idioms.

The members take some time to write them down.

MC: Let's start with Uruha!

Uruha: Ki-shi (being saved from the brink of death)

Uruha wrote a two kanji idiom 起死 (ki-shi) instead of a four kanji one.

MC: Ehhh...? Ki-shi...?

Uruha: Yeah

MC: That's a 4 character idiom...?

The audience starts laughing.

Uruha: No. It's supposed to be two, right?! Huh?

Uruha looked so confused that the MC came over to Uruha and whispered in his ear that it was supposed to be a 4 character idiom, not 2. Uruha got all flustered and broke out in a big smile when he realized he messed up.

The other members started laughing so hard they were all banging on the desk in front of them. Aoi and Reita kept looking at eachother like "brooooo."

Reita pointed at Aoi then put his finger to his temple, twirling it like "He's so crazy."

Uruha looked so embarrassed.

Uruha: Lemme try again! Ki-shi-kai-sei (being revived from the brink of death)

起死回生 (ki-shi-kai-sei) means "being revived from the brink of death" but it also means "recovering from a hopeless situation." A hopeless situation like Uruha fucking up so badly everyone lost their shit.

MC: And a second one!

Uruha: Incoherrent

Kai: Story composition and development, people-pleaser

Ruki: Survival of the fittest, one meal a day

Reita: Cultivate character by working hard, men and women of all ages

Aoi: Writhing in agony, three day monk

A three day monk is someone who can't stick to anything for long—like if you become a monk, but only stick with it for 3 days.

MC: Okay! So the first phrase represents your outlook on life. First, Uruha wrote rebirth.

Uruha: Yes

MC: Which means you're always looking for another chance. That's good. Kai wrote "story composition and development."

Kai: Yes

MC: Ruki said "survival of the fittest."

Ruki: ...yes...

MC: Reita what did you write?

Reita: Cultivate character by working hard.

MC: Self-improvement! That's good!

Reita: Yeah

MC: But for Aoi-san...it's all over.

Aoi: Yes

MC: The second one represents your view on love. So...Uruha. Please tell us what you wrote for the second one.

Uruha: ...incoherent...

MC: Making love incoherently...?! That's gotta be a lie.

The audience laughs.

MC: Next is Kai! What did you write?

Kai: People pleaser

MC: Well that speaks for itself. Next is Ruki...whose answer is kinda problematic...

Ruki: Yes

MC: What did you write?

Ruki: One meal a day

MC: What do you mean by that?!

Ruki: Nooooooo nothing

MC: One girl a day?!

The venues absolutely loses it.

Ruki: Nooooo

MC: And now Reita-san wrote "mean and women, young and old"

Reita: Yes...

MC: So...Reita is okay loving...young and old people...women...and MEN...

Reita: Ehhhh it's just...from young people to the elderly...I just love everyone.

MC: And Aoi...the second one you wrote.

Aoi: Three day monk

MC: Are you a 3 day monk?!

Aoi: No!

MC: You just get bored and love someone new right away.

#the gazette #reita the gazette

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iwritesickfic · 29 days

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Where I Need to Be - part 2

it's been a while since I put out part 1, but here's the conclusion! hope you enjoy :)

While the day has been miserable, Theo’s pretty sure he’s over the hump of whatever illness he has. He hasn’t thrown up since this morning, and his fever’s been under control (mostly) since he’s been able to hold down ibuprofen and water. He’s still got a pounding headache, and his stomach is puffy and tender, but all in all, it’s not as bad as it could be. And he knows how bad it could be.

He’s been in and out of sleep the last few hours, and he’s woken up most recently to a hushed phone conversation happening on the other side of the bedroom door. He’s only getting bits and pieces-

“Kelly, I told you…sick, that’s why…fever…Ok fine…One hour…Ok. Bye.”

Then the door opens, and Seamus is walking in. His smile is strained, but it’s there.

“Hey, love. How are we?” he asks, same gentle voice as always. It’s so different than the one he was using on the phone just a moment ago.

“Not bad,” he says, and for once he's telling the truth. Seamus sits down the edge of the bed, laying his hand on Theo’s forehead.

“You still feel pretty cool. Not cool, but not…not too hot,” he says, and runs his thumb back and forth over his sweat slick skin. They sit in silence for a while before Seamus speaks again. “So. I’m going to ask you something but I need you to be really, really honest. Ok?”

Theo nods. This will have to do with the phone call. Kelly is the artist whose album he’s working on. And who deeply, deeply dislikes Theo. Needless to say, she was not pleased to find out Seamus was missing a day of work to be with Theo, fever of 104 or not.

“There’s a dinner tonight with some people from the label, and Kelly- they want me to go.” There’s an expression on his face that Theo can only describe as shame. It makes sense he’d feel that way, but Theo doesn’t hold it against him. Work is work, they both know that, and some part of Theo was waiting for this conversation to come. And he can't even fully focus because his head is throbbing.

“Ok,” he says, voice shaky. “What did you tell them?”

“I told them I’d have to see about it but it’d only be there for an hour, tops. So be honest, if I was gone for two hours, do you think you’d be ok? Do you feel like it’s getting worse?”

“How big of a deal is it? Contract, or?” He already knows it’s a very big deal or Seamus wouldn’t be asking, but his answer will pretty much depend on it.

“That’s not…” He bites his lip. “It’s not contracted, but if they don’t like what they see…” He trails off before shaking his head. “It’s ok either way. If I stay or go. Just be honest.”

Honestly, he doesn’t want Seamus to leave. Not at all. That said, he doesn’t feel sick enough to justify making him stay. If sleeps for the next few hours, which is likely, there’d be no point in making Seamus stay home.

“Go. I’ll be fine.” A wave of relief seems to wash over Seamus, though the look of guilt doesn’t totally leave.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll be fine for a couple hours.”

“Ok. Two hours. Tops.”

He’s asleep before Seamus even walks out the door. But when he wakes up, he realizes that this virus is far from done with him.

His whole body is shaking, sweat pouring off him, his clothes plastered to his skin. His stomach is in knots, and when he opens his mouth to take a gasping breath he immediately heaves up a mouthful of bile. He’s so hot. He’s never been so hot in his life. His chest is tight with it, his breath is shallow.

He knows he needs to get to the bathroom, but the minute he pushes himself up with trembling arms, the world spins, and he vomits again. God, his stomach. He moans and forces himself out of bed, and quickly finds he’s way too weak and dizzy to stand. He nearly faints before catching himself on the bedframe. Somehow, he finds his way to the bathroom and falls hard to his knees before leaning over the toilet and heaving again.

The cold of the tile almost hurts his fevered skin. It feels raw, just like his throat. His chin is sticky with drying vomit, and he peels off his shirt. When his hand goes to touch his cramping middle he can't hold back the whimper that escapes. It's so tender - the touch feels like a stab. He also can feel that he’s very, very bloated. The normally concave expanse of his abs is jutting out from his hips, puffy and aching. The waistband of his shorts presses uncomfortably into the swell, and combined with the pressure of his touch, it makes him retch.

In between heaves he can’t hold his head up, so he slumps against the toilet bowl, forehead on the cold porcelain rim.

Sweat drips from the tip of his nose on the floor below him. His breath is gasping in and out, and he's not sure whether he's shaking with fever or sheer exertion.

“Seamus!” He calls as loudly as his voice will let him, which isn’t very loud at all. It's cracked and thin. In that moment he remembers Seamus isn’t here. The thought wrenches a sob from him.

God, he’s so pathetic. A quivering mess, crying for his boyfriend, vomit on his chin. There are a few minutes of respite where he just sits there trying to catch his breath, chest jumping up and down, praying for relief from the fever and the throbbing in his skull. Praying it’s almost… What time is it? What time did Seamus leave?

Before he can think much harder on it, he’s vomiting again. There's only bile now, nothing else is left in his stomach. But once the bile is gone, it doesn’t stop. It’s wringing him out. He’s dry heaving until he’s too weak to. He’s still dripping sweat. It burns his eyes, stings his chapped lips.

He needs to get his phone. He needs to call Seamus. It has to have been two hours by now - it feels like he’s been in this bathroom for 5. But it can’t have been, because Seamus would be back.

The bedroom. His phone is in the bedroom.

He’s no stranger to being this sick, but it doesn’t make it any easier.

He stumbles back down the hall, having to stop and lean against the wall every few steps when his lightheadedness is too much to handle.

He gets the phone. His hands are shaking so badly he almost drops it. He taps Seamus's perfect, smiling photo. Immediately, he hears his voicemail message - "Hey, it's Seamus. I don't really check my voicemail so just shoot me a text! Thanks." There's a dial tone, and Theo hangs up. He calls again. The phone is sticking to the side of his face. Same thing.

This is a nightmare. It has to be. He looks at the time. It's after 10, Seamus should've been home by 8.

Theo is slumped on the floor, back against the wall, just trying to breathe evenly enough to avoid throwing up any more than he already has. The last bout of vomiting had quelled the nausea slightly, but it's back, despite him still not having anything in his stomach to purge. His mouth is dry and sour but the thought of even rinsing it out makes his stomach churn.

He opens his texts. It takes a long time to type a message. It's riddled with typos but his hands are shaking too badly to do any better. It's something along the lines of "where are you? i need you". Normally he wouldn't be so direct, but he's desperate.

Then the world is spinning, spinning, spinning. And then he’s asleep.

Every extra minute Seamus is sitting at this table he's nervous. But, he reminds himself for the thousandth time, Theo would've called if something was wrong. He's probably asleep. His phone has been silent all night, tucked in the pocket of his coat where it hangs from the back of his chair. He's glanced at it a few times, but nothing's come through.

Still, he promised Theo two hours. It's been four. And even if he leaves now, it'll be four and a half.

He's glad he came though. As much as it would've gone just fine without him, he has way more experience dealing with execs than Kelly does. Zeke even flew in from New York. The meeting started at a restaurant in the city and migrated to some random pub a few doors down after the execs were on their way.

At about 11 he goes to the bathroom and grabs his phone as an afterthought. There are absolutely no notifications, which seems strange.

Upon closer examination, he sees it's set to "do not disturb." He definitely did not set it to "do not disturb." He stops in the doorway of the bathroom as he sees the notifications flood in. 6 missed calls. Five unread texts. All from Theo. He has to stop himself from sprinting back to get his coat. He's immediately in panic mode.

Kelly, Zeke and a few other acquaintances from the label look up from their conversation.

"Whoa, what's up?" Zeke asks as Seamus throws on his coat with shaking hands.

"I just - It's an emergency," he manages to say. Zeke furrows his eyebrows but doesn't protest. Kelly huffs.

"Seamus, please. He can take care of himself," she says, and he freezes in place. Zeke looks very confused now.

"Theo?" Zeke interjects, but Seamus doesn't bother responding.

"I told him I'd be home at 8 and it's 11 and he's been trying to call me since 10. I don't know why my phone…" He trails off. He can barely think straight. Kelly crosses her arms and looks at Zeke, whose lips are pressed into a line. "What?"

"Well, we agreed it'd be best if there weren't any distractions," Kelly says. Seamus isn't someone who ever really gets angry, per se, but he's angry right now. Furious. But everyone is staring at him now, and it'll only look unprofessional if he loses his shit. He turns his gaze to Zeke, who looks extremely guilty.

"I didn't know something was wrong, I-" He starts and Seamus clenches his jaw. He starts to stammer out a reply before realizing that every minute he spends here is one minute he's wasting.

"I'll see you guys Monday," he says, trying to keep his voice as even as possible, ignoring the shouts of his name as he leaves.

He tries to call Theo. It rings, but there's no answer. He calls again. Still nothing. He's going about 20 over the speed limit, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. When he walks into the house he doesn't even bother taking off his coat or shoes.

"Theo?" He calls. No answer. He knows logically that Theo's not dead, but the panic in his chest does not seem to know that.

He stops in the doorway of the bedroom. Theo's on the floor, half curled up, shaking like a leaf. Seamus is frozen for a moment before he rushes to him.

Theo's skin is hot - so ungodly fucking hot - and so incredibly pale. Seamus shakes his shoulder lightly, and though Theo moans softly, he doesn't open his eyes.

"Teddy?" Seamus asks, running his hand up and down Theo's arm. Theo's eyelids flutter, and another small sound of pain escapes his chapped lips. Seamus taps his cheek gently. "Teddy, baby."

Theo's eyes finally open, only halfway but enough for Seamus to know he's conscious. When his gaze lands on Seamus's face he lets out a sobbing breath.

"Shh, you're ok," Seamus murmurs, trying to keep his voice steady. He lifts Theo so he's sitting upright, almost all his weight on Seamus. His forehead rests on Seamus's shoulder, his breathing shallow and labored through sobs. He smells like vomit and sweat, and his hands are immediately clinging to Seamus's shirt. "I’m gonna lift you up, alright?"

Theo doesn't reply, but Seamus wasn't necessarily asking for permission.

He maneuvers Theo's limp body so he can pick him up, and tries to ignore the spike of panic when all of his body is pressed against him. He's on fire, trembling, letting out little whimpers of pain at every movement. Theo doesn’t cry like this. Ever. And it’s making Seamus very nervous.

He's glad he works out enough to squat 250, because Theo is only a little over half that. He doesn't bother trying to get his shorts off before placing him in the bathtub, his long legs bent in the small space. Seamus turns on the water and rummages to find the thermometer.

Theo doesn't even make a sound as the cold water hits his skin, and doesn't even seem to notice when Seamus slips the thermometer under his tongue. As the water rises and he waits for the thermometer to do its job, the guilt really starts to set in.

He should've been here. Instead, he was out at a bar, drinking and laughing and assuming everything was fine. He should have noticed his phone was fucked up, he should've left when he said he would. He doesn't know how bad the fever is exactly, but he would wager a guess that it's really fucking bad. Odds are all the vomiting made him dehydrated, which made his fever worse, which made the nausea worse, and around and around until they got here.

He takes one of Theo's limp hands, and with the other, calls Zeke. It's only a ring or two before he picks up.

"What's up?" He asks, and Seamus suddenly feels like he might cry.

"I think I need to take him to A&E." His voice is shaking.

"The-" He cuts Zeke off before he can finish.

"The ER."

"Ok, ok. Uh…" Zeke trails off, clearly flustered. The background noise of the bar softens and a door closes. Seamus cuts in again.

"Do we have anyone here who could come give an IV?" In New York, Theo has people who'll come to wherever he is and give him the basics without having to go to the actual hospital, but Seamus has no idea what's at their disposal in Ireland. He kicks himself for not thinking to find out before now.

"Uh, I can check. I'll call around. Maybe. Is he-"

"I might be able to get it- get the fever down, but he's really dehydrated, so…" Seamus trails off. "You have people here, right?"

"I mean, yeah. In theory. It's just-"

"Just find out what's faster. I can drive him to A&- the ER, or someone can come here. Either way, just find out what's quicker, ok?"

"Ok. I'll call you back in a few, just hang tight." He doesn't hang up just yet. "And I'm sorry, I never would've let Kelly have your phone if I knew what was going on."

"Well she shouldn't have my phone anyway."

"Right."

"Yeah. Just call me back when you know, ok?"

"Ok, hang tight."

The line goes dead and Seamus checks his watch before taking the thermometer out of Theo's mouth. 40.5. He stares at the reading for longer than he needs to, feeling the panic in his chest spike.

Theo’s eyelids are fluttering now, and the hand Seamus is holding tightens around his.

“Oh my God…” Theo breathes out, his voice ragged and thin. “Fuck.”

“You’re ok, you’re ok,” Seamus says, and dips his hand in the cool water before laying it on Theo’s forehead. A towel or washcloth would work better, but he can’t make himself move from this spot.

“Shay, I…” he murmurs, before trailing off, “I had the worst nightmare.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he says back gently, wiping Theo’s chin. It’s taking so much effort to maintain this facade of calm, but he knows if he starts to freak out, it’ll only make things worse.

“I…In my dream…I kept calling you and calling you,” he mumbles, and Seamus is immediately sick to his stomach with guilt. “But you wouldn’t answer. And I was alone.”

It takes everything in him to speak around the lump in his throat.

"I'm here now," is all he manages to choke out. He can't bring himself to lie outright. He'll need to come clean eventually, but not now when Theo's still half delirious. "You've had your appendix out, right?"

Theo nods.

"Burst. In college.” Despite the cold water, Theo doesn't seem to be getting any cooler. He's not even shivering.

He's gathering Theo's hair into a little bun when Zeke calls him back.

“What did they say?” He asks, and Zeke sighs.

“They have people in Dublin, but they wouldn't be able to make it to you until tomorrow morning. I could call you a car but I think it'd just be faster for you to drive him in. If you feel like that's what he needs.”

It's a horrible drive. Then a horrible night.

When they drive home the next morning, Theo's still running a fever, but it's not as bad as it was. The insides of his arms and the backs of his hands are bruised - he was so dehydrated they had to jab him about ten times to find a vein for the IV.

He's able to walk inside from the car, which is a major improvement, but he collapses on the couch as soon as he walks in.

“I'm gonna make some tea, alright?” Seamus asks, carefully stroking some of his hair back from his face. Theo just nods, closing his eyes.

As he makes the tea, he knows he needs to tell him. Not today. No, he’ll wait, he thinks, and tries to convince himself it's for Theo’s benefit. He doesn't quite manage.

#my writing #whump #sickfic #illness kink #oc theo #oc seamus #fever #emeto

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feelbokkie · 8 months

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Love Risk | Epilogue

**Feelbokkie's 2,000 Follower event post**

pairing: Hyunjin x fem reader; Changbin x fem reader

genre: smau, dating because of a bet, crack, angst, fluff, university au

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing, mention of sex, mention of drinking, lots of talk about military service

summary: Hyunjin and Changbin make a bet to see who can make the reader fall in love with them first. Will one of them be able to succeed or will it all crash and burn before they do?

word count: 2,897

screenshot count: 5

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You walk into the practice room and set down your bag on the side counter. You walk over to the light switch, lightly stretching. You, Ae-Cha, and Min-Jun are meant to perform at the MAMAs in a few days and the choreography is the entire 8 years since you and Cerberus debuted. Not only is it the most physically demanding choreography that you have come up with, but it is also going to be the last time the three of you are going to be able to perform together for 2 years.

Being the only male in your group and recently turned 28, Min-Jun has to report to do his mandatory military service this year. It's hard for all three of you. You were a bit more together about it than Ae-Cha is. You went to Chan after Changbin left to do his service requirement earlier this year when you remembered that Changbin and Min-Jun were both born in the same year. Chan has already gone through this before with Lee Know after he left last year. You needed to know from a leader's perspective what to expect.

Since debuting, the three of you have only gotten closer. Ever since the three of you started living together, all of your time was spent together. When you weren't busy rehabilitating your knee or in your respective classes, you, Ae-Cha, and Min-Jun were working hard on new music and choreography. More often than not, you all fell asleep in the same room while working. After graduating from JYPU, your codependency only grew stronger as all of your free time was spent at the JYPE building getting ready for your first post-graduate comeback where you'd be able to devote all your time promoting your group and album. You're not sure after 8 years, how you and Ae-Cha are going to manage. Working on music alone was hard enough. You and Ae-Cha started working on your solo albums so you would have something to do once Min-Jun is gone.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" You groan when you turn the lights on in the practice room. Min-Jun and Ae-Cha sit on the floor in the middle of the room. Clothes disheveled, someone's lipstick smeared across both of their faces, both of them breathing heavily.

"Fuck," Ae-Cha groans.

"Damn it," Min-Jun whispers under his breath.

"One rule," You close the practice room door and walk back to the sound bar, "We have one fucking rule. And that is you two separate business and pleasure. The JYPE building is a no-no zone."

"Yeah, we know. And we came here to practice but one thing led to the other and--" Min-Jun tries to explain.

"I really do not need to hear the details of your sex life."

"Sorry, Y/n," Ae-Cha says, standing up and readjusting her clothes.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed. In less than a week we're heading to Tokyo for the MAMAs and we're still nowhere near perfect on this performance. This is the last performance Cerberus is going to have for a while and I want it to go well." You whine, leaning against the wall.

"It's fine. We shouldn't have been messing around in here. Here, Cha Cha and I will stay and practice with you until we're 100%. Even if it kills us." Min-Jin quickly stands up.

"Speak for your fucking self, Junnie," Ae-Cha says annoyed and disgusted, like she wasn't just making out with Min-Jun 2 minutes ago.

Ae-Cha and Min-Jun are dating. They started 3 years ago after they had spent quite a bit of time alone together while Min-Jun was trying to teach Ae-Cha how to work on her own music. They kept it a secret at first, not wanting to make things awkward with you. But when you came home one day and found them in a rather compromising position, everything came to light. You weren't mad, you were happy for them. You've watched for years as they secretly pined for each other and pretended they didn't like each other. You were just glad for that to be over. You did have to set up ground rules about their relationship staying away from work. Not that the scandal would be too big, but you didn't want it interfering with the group.

“Why are you acting like you weren’t two seconds away from jumping my bones earlier l?” He teases, brushing his long black hair out of his face. He started growing his hair out at the end of last year when he realized he would have to buzz it all off when he started. Even bleached it for a while to match Ae-Cha. He only recently dyed it back to his original color to get ready for when he has to leave next week.

"If you two are going to start bickering again, I can practice alone like I was planning to originally." You mutter as you pull the camera out of your bag. You're supposed to be vlogging everything for your part of the Cerberus YouTube channel. All of you are. You're making a mini-documentary about your last performance before Min-Jun has to leave. It was your manager's idea but you didn't oppose the idea. It'll be something you can look at when you want to remember this time in your career.

"Sorry, Y/n. I did my endurance training this morning. I was able to get through the entire performance while running on the treadmill and keeping my voice stable." Ae-Cha beams. With how physically strenuous the choreography is and the fact that you have to sing live with no backing track, the three of you have been doing endurance training by running on a treadmill for the entire duration of your song while singing. It's insane, but it's helping significantly.

"I'd like to think that I've played some part in that," Min-Jun smirks.

"You really are a pervert," You say before smacking him and turning on the camera. Min-Jun hides himself out of the shot and flips you off. You roll your eyes and hand him one of the mics that you use for practice. You go in your bag and get a set of mic headsets and hand one to Ae-Cha.

"I'll order us dinner since you guys are voluntarily here right now. Maybe even breakfast too depending on how long we're stuck here." You say as you grab the remote for the speaker and walk over to your first position.

"I hope we're not here that long, but with Junnie, we might be."

"Literally, what did I do to you?"

"Be born," Ae-Cha smirks, playing into their bickering siblings' act for the camera.

"That was more for you but okay,"

"Guys, let's focus." You say before pressing play on the remote.

***

If there is one thing you hate about your job, it's award shows. More specifically, you hated being nominated for awards. If anything, you wanted to just do your little performances without all the extra bells and whistles that came with the job. You didn't like the socializing aspect of it all. You had to network with other people in your industry. some were pleasant to talk to. Others were just full of themselves and wanted to intimidate you. You hated being nominated for awards because cameras were on you more often than not to try to get you in a compromising reaction. You also hated if you won awards. You can't prepare a speech because it looks like you were cocky enough to know you would win but you couldn't not prepare something because it would look unprofessional. It is hell.

All eyes are on Cerberus this year. Your group has been nominated for 4 awards: Yogibo worldwide icon of the year, Yogibo artist of the year, Yogibo album of the year, and Yogibo song of the year. Because of Min-Jun's impending departure for his military service, the three of you have been working harder than you ever have in your career. Even Min-Jun was nominated for best male artist after releasing his first solo album earlier this year as one of his bucket list goals. Luckily, you split up the duties. You'd speak if you won worldwide icon and artist of the year, Min-Jun would speak for album of the year, and Ae-Cha would speak for song of the year.

Luckily for you, your were sat at the same table with Stray Kids for the award show. You sat next to Felix, not caring if it would spark dating rumors yet again because he makes award shows fun. Sitting with Stray Kids at award shows in general is fun. But, with Lee Know and Changbin away doing their military service, they've been relatively calm and Chan a little bit less stressed.

"Are you going to Jackson seonbaenim's after-party tonight?" Felix asks, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

"Hm... maybe, we're supposed to be leaving first thing in the morning." You explain. You kick Ae-Cha's chair after catching her and Min-Jun holding hands under the table. They quickly separate, forgetting how many cameras are around.

"Why are you guys leaving early?" Jeongin asks, leaning over Seungmin to hear better.

"We have some things to take care of back home." You softly smile. Min-Jun wanted to keep his enlistment a secret until tonight when you'd all announce it during your performance. Even now, he's wearing a wig to hide his freshly buzzed hair until the big reveal. It's only a 3-hour flight from Tokyo to Seoul, but Min-Jun wants to spend his last official day with his family so the three of you would be flying back before any of the other artists so he could go home and you and Ae-Cha can send him off properly afterward.

"When you guys win, you'll be the honored guests. Nobody will care that we're winning this year's platinum award." Hyunjin adds not looking at you.

"If we win. We're up against so many other artists who have been in the industry longer than us. It'll be a miracle if we win." You mutter, leaning back in your chair.

"That's what Chan hyung said last year and look what happened." Seungmin laughs.

"Y/n said we shouldn't get our hopes up so if we don't win we don't have meme-worthy reactions," Ae-Cha adds.

"She's right. Your leader is smart, listen to her." Chan smiles.

"You say that like we don't listen to you." Jisung whines, playfully hitting Chan's arm.

"Do you listen to me? Like ever?" He turns to the younger boy.

"That's because you're an old man who is cramping our style. You're half 60 already, you can't hang with us." Seungmin chimes in, earning an annoyed look from Chan. This prompts Jisung, Jeongin, and Felix to dogpile old person comments towards Chan. Hyunjin, on the other hand, remains quiet, watching the Ateez performance going on.

Whenever you're around, in a group setting, Hyunjin shuts down. He gets quiet, only speaking when needed and hardly looks in your direction. Until he hears you laugh or something, then he's zeroing in on you, staring in a way that makes you self-conscious. There was a long while after you graduated, when Hyunjin would avoid you. You had to confront him about it. You two belonged to the same company, he couldn't just avoid all situations where you two might run into each other forever just because he was punishing himself for hurting you all those years ago.

Truth be told, you've never forgiven Hyunjin. You hate him, and you told him as much to his face when you confronted him about avoiding you. You hate him more than you hate Changbin. You hated him more for the simple fact that you loved him and you could never get over the fact that he played with your emotions for a measly $2,000. If you're being honest, Hyunjin broke your heart. Damaged it in a way you don't think can ever be repaired. It made you jealous of Ae-Cha and Min-Jun. How they were able to be in love with each other without their emotional baggage getting in the way. How they could love each other without fear that the other was using them for their own selfish gains.

You've tried dating after the disaster that was your situationships with Changbin and Hyunjin. You really did. But the second anything got real, you panicked and broke it all off. If anything, this experience is great for all the music that you're working on for your solo album.

"Y/n, they're about to announce artist of the year," Min-Jun whispers, taping your shoulder right before the cameras appear in your face. You plaster on a fake smile as the presenter goes through the nominees.

***

"I thought you hate me?" Hyunjin asks as he pulls his pants back on.

You fucked up. You're not sure if it's the alcohol coursing through your veins, this high from winning all of the awards, the depression from the realization that Min-Jun is leaving for 2 years in 72 hours, or a combination of the three, but you genuinely fucked up. In a moment of pure vulnerability, you ended up venting to Hyunjin during Jackson's after-party. All your friends disappeared almost immediately. Min-Jun and Ae-Cha probably snuck off to do a more respectable version of whatever the fuck just happened with Hyunjin. Chan went and followed Jeongin, who he didn't trust after the energy drink livestream incident. The rest of the Stray Kids' 00's line disappears to cause mischief like they usually do at parties before they get bored and hug the walls until the rest of the group is ready to leave.

"I do hate you, but I hate myself more apparently." You mutter, turning around to fix your makeup, most of which is staining Hyunjin's face.

You were fine. You didn't necessarily like parties, but they were tolerable networking events. But after tonight, everyone wanted to congratulate you on your wins or comment on your performance. A few people even went ahead and reassured you that you wouldn't become irrelevant while Min-Jun's gone. Where that energy came from? You have no idea. Some people in the industry are just vile. You had at least 5 different people come up to you and tell you that you only won album and song of the year because of Min-Jun. People even told you that you only won the other two awards because of your parents' influence, which doesn't make sense. You've never partnered with them and they've never once advertised that you are their child.

"That's exactly what I want to hear after we just finished fucking in the bathroom at a party." He mutters under his breath. You're not even sure how the two of you got to this point. One second you were talking to Hyunjin outside as you watched Jackson drunkenly do a backflip off the roof of the house he rented for the party into a pool, the next second you're in the bathroom getting railed by him. Truly a confusing timeline of events.

"Get over yourself Hyun," You groan readjusting your dress, "we both know this is a one-time thing."

"It doesn't have to be," He spins you around and closes the gap between you two, pressing his forehead against yours. Your heart starts beating quickly in your chest, you can feel it in your throat as you try to swallow.

"This isn't a good idea..." You whisper, barely audible over the bass of the music coming from outside the bathroom.

"I've never had a single good idea when it comes to you, you know that better than anyone else." He whispers, slowly closing the gap between your lips.

"Hyunjin..."

"Shh, let me talk while the alcohol is giving me the courage to do so. Then you can tell me to fuck off all you want and I will."

"I still don't forgive you,"

"That's fine. I still don't forgive myself. I hurt you, and I never wanted to. But it's been 8 years and I've changed. Let me show you how much I changed." His hand slips down under your dress, resting on your hip bone, thumbing the waistband of your underwear.

"People don't change. Hell, being here with you right now is proof of that. Things are going to shit and I'm self-destructing by sleeping with you." You laugh.

"Sometimes shit needs to blow up to make way for something beautiful."

"If your drunk ass can give me one good example of something beautiful coming from something blowing up, then I'll give you a point for that."

"The big bang. And I'm not talking about what we just did." He laughs, you can feel his breath on your lips.

"You were talking so sweet and actually winning me over but you just lost me with your fuck boy comment. See, people don't change."

"I promise you that I've changed."

"I'm not willing to risk my career or my sanity to find that out, Hyunjin."

"Love is all risk. If you don't take that risk, then you'll never know what you're missing out on."

"I'm not missing out if I don't risk anything in the first place."

"Y/n..."

"Let's have this conversation when we're both sober and not in a bathroom."

"It's a date," He smirks.

"It is not a date,"

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bluhourz · 1 year

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Hii... Um.. I'm shy but here goes nothing.... I saw that your requests are open ..and i was wondering if I may request a short Soobin angst fic where either s/o or Soobin is feeling insecure??

thanks for the request, I appreciate it so much :)

hope you like it!

when he gets insecure

It was a quiet afternoon. You and your boyfriend were tangled together on the bed, enjoying just being together. Soobin had his head tucked into your neck. Your one hand was threading through his hair and the other hand was rubbing soothing circles on his back. He didn't do this often. You knew something was bothering him the instant he came home and jumped into your arms. Knowing him, you needed to wait for him to open up on his own. Poking and prodding won't do anything. You have been lying like this for a while now and you were starting to fall asleep. If you could see Soobin's face, you would see the pout on his face and his eyes filled with worries.

"Jagi, can I ask you something?" his voice was soft when he finally broke the silence.

"Hmm?" you hummed sleepily.

"You know how we filmed the dance practice videos for the new album today?"

"Hmm," you hummed affirmatively and continued stroking his hair.

"Yeonjun hyung is a good dancer, don't you think?" his voice was tentative, as if he was scared of what your answer would be.

Immediately sensing that something was off, your hands slowed to a stop.

"What do you mean?"

"I know we don't have fixed positions, but don't you think he would be our main dancer?"

His face still smushed in your neck, Soobin couldn't see your frowning face. You were quite puzzled at his words. But you needed to find out where this was coming from.

"Baby, look at me please," you said quickly.

Alarmed at your tone, his head shoots up to look in to your eyes.

"Where is this coming from?" you whispered with a frown on your face. Your hands came to cup his cheeks to keep his eyes on yours.

His eyes shifted down quickly, knowing you had caught him out. After a few seconds of silence, Soobin sighed and decided to spill his feelings to you.

"Today at practice our choreographer kept going on about how he is a good dancer and how he picked up the new choreo so fast. He always gets praised for his dancing. It's like everyone forgets the rest of us are also good dancers," the frown on his face deepened as he spoke, "I'm also not saying he shouldn't get praised for it because I know he is an amazing dancer. It's just..."

Your boyfriend's ranting died down. Suddenly he looked exhausted. His eyes were tired. His hair was a mess. You pushed him off of you with gentle hands and made him sit up with you. Facing him, you took his hands in yours and looked up into his eyes.

"You know I love you, right?"

He nodded silently.

"And you also know you are in one of the most talented and popular kpop groups out there?"

Another silent nod.

"Yeonjun is a great dancer, yes. But so are you. You are so talented and you work so hard. I don't think you give yourself enough credit," your voice stayed low and soft, trying to convey all your feelings in your words.

Soobin looked down at your intertwined hands without saying anything. Pulling one hand away gently, you reached up to try and tame his hair.

"You are also one of the best leaders and you have to manage those four hooligans," you nudged him playfully.

Finally, a small smile broke out on his face.

"And do you know how difficult it is to dance well when you are as tall as you? Nearly impossible," you finished off with a proud smile.

Soobin let out a little chuckle at all the compliments, meeting your eyes again. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you.

"Thank you, Y/N-ah," he whispered.

"Anytime, my love," you said gently.

"So... do you want a spoiler for the new choreography," Soobin said raising his eyesbrows.

"Yes! Of course! What kind of question is that?" you exclaimed excitedly.

Soobin jumped off the bed with enthusiasm and instantly began dancing. Your heart swelled with the amount of love you had for this man. How could he not see how amazing he was?

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vampiratelafitte · 2 months

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PURPLE

— read this first or this might not make sense!

— ao3 link!

It wasn’t the first time that Sandra Lynn was left watching over the gaggle of teenagers as they dispered throughout the manor. It was nice to watch them work as teams within a team: Riz and Adaine were both sat cross legged on the couch, staring at the board of extracurriculars and classes she had propped up in front of the fireplace under the television, where everyone would see it the most; a puddle of teenagers (Kristin and Ragh who, despite both living in the manor and it being mid day, had called it a nonsexual adult sleepover) were dozing in the sunniest part of the rug in living room as if there weren’t ten other beds in their home; Fabian was showing Fig a few of the moves he was learning in bard class in the garden, insisting it would get her creative juices flowing to write her junior album, whilst Gorgug watched with his head in his hand and a smile on his face from the step by the door.

Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, it wasn’t the first time she noticed him staying back, but she got the feeling it was more to do with who he was then being left out. His parents, both sets, had sat at the kitchen table and talked in concerned tones with one of the other parents wandering the halls. Jawbone had told the Thistlesprings that Gorgug was just a quiet kid, and Lydia had told them it was okay, orcish barbarian kids just broke stuff sometimes; Sandra Lynn herself had squeezed Roz’s hand and told her how great her kid was. He was, if she thought about it for just a moment, probably Fig’s best friend. Sandra Lynn was really glad that she had that, that all of her girls had a friend like him in their corner, willing to go to bat for them but more importantly a shoulder for them to rest on.

All of the kids were ridiculously, unattainably brave. All six had faced unimaginable horrors. Gorgug was kind though, he was traumatised and got mad and — dare she say it — bitchy like the rest of them, but he was so kind. She looked at him and imaged a baby half-orc wrapped up in a blanket the same colour as his hoodie, soft and tired and a little uncomfortable in the tight swaddle. Jawbone’s hand dragged over her back as he moved past her into the kitchen, raising an eyebrow in quiet question that she shook off. Go time Sandra Lynn. She grabbed the purple paperclip holding a couple of gold bills to the front of the fridge via a magnet from the Cig Figs tour and wandered back through the house until she could comfortably sit down next to the tall teen.

‘I know you don’t need gas money, but between the four permanent and corporeal residents here I figured we owed you repairs money,’ she said with a smile and handed over the folded up notes. Her eyes followed Fig as she forward tumbled across the grass, wincing when her horns dug into the soil, but not to worried when she saw how enthusiastically she got back up to try again. It was good that she was going to class now, a little worrying it was so many of them, but not quite as many as Gorgug.

Three years of artificer and also barbarian all at once: her heart ached for him. School had been the worst, Sandra Lynn wasn’t academically minded, she had only really passed because Aguefort didn’t require too many essays or readings for the Ranger track. Her eyes landed on the other and she scrambled for some way to say that he could untense here, or maybe suggest that there was no part of this house that anyone would care if he broke as long as he was okay and happy, that it wouldn’t be a sin to get involved and have fun with the others. Wilma was worried he wasn’t sleeping, which Sandra Lynn agreed was the last thing he needed, but no amount of reinforcing a bed stopped him from breaking it if he couldn’t fall asleep in the first place. Before she could open her mouth, he spoke up first, dark eyes still watching his friends. Her eyes lingered on heavy purple bruises smeared garishly underneath them. She wanted to wrap him in a blanket and tuck him under Ragh’s other arm next to Kristen.

‘Hey Sandra Lynn,’ he started, his voice nervous, maybe a little amused. Her mom senses sharpened, wary after years of raising other kids who only used that tone to explain how or why something of hers should now belong to someone else or the garbage, ‘you go in the forest a lot right? Like for your job?’

She nodded once, a mention of work putting her back in the headset of the top employee she really was, ‘yeah, I’m a ranger Gorgug. What’s up? How can I help?’ As always, the question was followed by a swoop of doom in her gut, waiting for the penny in her head to drop: to land on whichever side that was going to decide if she was any good at being someone these kids could come to for help. She wanted, more than anything, to be that — to be someone they could trust to fix it. Sandra Lynn wasn’t always great at giving the right advice sans panic, plus, even she knew not all problems were about trying to fix them.

His tusks moved as if he was about to start speaking but he stopped a couple of times before finally chewing the thought up enough to say it, slow and thoughtful, ‘there are these squirrels right outside my bedroom window, and they are just… so loud?’

Her face split in a grin and she stood up, knees clicking and strode back towards the house to shoulder her bow. She dropped a kiss on Jawbone’s cheek and whistled for Baxter, calling over her shoulder, ‘that we can fix Gorgug, lets go kiddo!’

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jaeyunluvr · 2 years

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Little things they like

Seungcheol

when you stay up late waiting for him to return home after work, with dinner all ready. if you fall asleep while waiting he would feel extremely bad but still so happy that you give him such importance. him being your first priority makes him reassured and loved.

Jeonghan

talking about the most random stuff while laying in each others' arms is literally the most jeonghan thing in the world. he'd just love those moments and would want to have them going on for days. also play with his hands please he'll love it. like holding his hands, tracing your fingers along his, lacing them together and doing just whatever light gestures. he's going to LOVE it.

Jisoo

sharing little details and random occurrences of your day. Tell him you thought of him everytime you walked past the cute lil cafe on your way to work, he'd just smile like ^_^. Or talk about how you would rather have 276 dinners with his menace friends than having one boring company dinner.

Junhui

Jun would love your energy when you're with his members and how well you get along with them. He's lived with his members for almost half of his life and they're like family to him, so he would feel as if you fit well into his family and he would feel a lot more open and comfortable around you. He would watch with a lil smile and maybe even get shy over your playful banter with seungkwan over who loves him more.

Soonyoung

Hoshi will absolutely combust if you took interest in his daily activities and hobbies. He would love it when you tag along to dance practices and hype him and his team up. He would love it even more if you were willing to learn the new choreos he's made for their new comeback. Also yes, the horanghae, if you ever tell him you actually liked his tiger agenda, then you're in for some (a lot, lot) love and affection.

Wonwoo

Wonwoo would appreciate it, if you took notice of the little things about him. When you always remember how he can't have seafood and you avoid having it when he's with you, when you provide him with hotpacks during the cold days because you knew how he'd get cold easily, when you fix his hair just as he was about to step out for schedule. He'll LOVE it. He just loves the thought of you being so attentive and considerate to every small detail about him.

Jihoon

Holding his hand. Jihoon has this side of him where he's utterly whipped for you but nah he's not being obvious about it. When you randomly hold his hand while you're by his side in the studio as you watch him review the songs made for their new album, and on top it you place a light peck on the back of his hand GOOD LORD. he was already off track when you held his hand but now excuse me there's the endgame final battle going on in his tummy BUT the outcome of your gesture is just a lil smile on his face, which means absolutely a lot.

Seokmin

everything tbh. he's the sweetest and purest soul to ever exist and his partner is what he considers to be the most important thing to him in his life. so he likes anything and everything about you and your relationship and he's so committed like goodness god. you change your style, good he likes it. you hate someone, he hates them. he literally does anything for you oh my he's so in love with you, head to toe and inside-out.

Mingyu

we all know how clingy mingyu is. he appreciates it when you give him all your attention. like it's one of his daily needs. you're watching a movie, you still need to give him glances or converse with him. you're working and he's always pestering you about this and that. like he's desperate okay, it makes him so happy for some reason. he needs you to focus on him and him only.

Minghao

minghao is living art, visually and personality wise too. he'll love it if you were creative and willing to work with him on various things. if you originally did not have a creative side, this man will do everything to bring it out and he helps you explore yourself.

Seungkwan

complimenting him. he wore a new pair of shoes and he's going to purposefully walk back forth in front of you until you complimented his choice and tell him that they suit him well. once you were on your couch, talking about this and that as you rested your head on his chest. you looked up at him and maybe it was the dim lighting of your living room or it was just him, but he looked absolutely ethereal. so you said it out loud. he stopped mid sentence as he smiled the widest you've ever seen before his face turned red. he just likes the fact that you appreciate his existence and company. he feels reassured and satisfied with himself.

Vernon

vernon's is almost similar to hoshi's but a lil specific. watch his favourite movies and listen to all his playlists along with him and you're automatically his favourite person in the whole universe. he loves to interpret different things in movies with you, predict the endings, talk about how the plot would've been better, all the positives and negatives. we also know how vernon basically had his headphones glued to his ears so if you have the same music taste as him, or you were willing to explore his kind of music he's going to love it.

Chan

the bickering, followed by tooth rotting sweet gestures. one minute you two are arguing over stuff like best pizza toppings, it's almost like you both are going to fist fight and then the world blinks, y'all are all sweet and loving. like hello?!? what just happened? bickering is like a daily activity you do together and it's chan's absolute favorite one. he loves how playful and real he can be with you, not caring about a single thing.

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tiny-elf-of-doom · 1 year

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Resident Evil: Merchant x Leon

For @x4ver1a via reblog request 👍

18+ MDNI🔞

~*~

Upon returning Ashley to her father, Leon found himself with plenty of time on his hands. Such an intense rescue mission made medical care, psych analysis, and time off mandatory for the agent. His body had been through hell the last couple weeks and the tests done to ensure his health and wellness meant more needle pokes, specimens, personal questions, and everything he didn’t want to do. However, he complied in order to get it over with sooner.

That Saturday morning, Leon found himself in his agency’s therapy office. He finally got to sleep in his apartment the previous night, shower alone, and brush away the bad taste from his teeth. Adding to the comfort, he allowed himself to laze in a worn pair of jeans and a slightly oversized t-shirt. Evanescence; he’d have to go back to one of her concerts.

Seated in the lobby, he hummed along to one of her songs, Bring Me To Life. Leon loved that entire album and nearly finished tapping his fingers to the song when his psychologist called for him.

“Have a seat on the couch please and I will try to make this session quick for you, Mr. Kennedy,” the psychologist said.

Leon sat back against the cool leather, crossing one leg over the other with some discomfort. His hip had been repositioned at the hospital, making it extremely sore to walk and sit with. Though he was too stubborn to use a cane, he did opt for a single crutch.

“So, Mr. Kennedy, I would like to give you a basic rundown of questions to see where we are at this moment, then you can talk about anything you need to. Are you okay with that?” The man asked, being as gentle as possible.

“Sure, you have my consent,” Leon relied.

The questions were entirely too basic. “How do these tasks make you feel based on this scale: 1-4.” Most of it he had answered with lies.

“Problems falling and staying asleep, or sleeping too much?”

Yes, I have nightmares every night. I don’t sleep anymore. Caffeine is my best friend.

“A one: not at all.”

“I get in a state of tension and develop stress over past, present, and future events.”

Constantly, especially since humans aren’t the only ones at the food chain anymore…

“It doesn’t go beyond the average work stress.”

“That’s good.”

The pen hitting the psych’s notebook was extremely loud within such a quiet room. They went at this for forty minutes, back and forth, until Leon was ready to fall back asleep in his chair.

“Instead of viewing your time on the island as a negative one, can we think of some positives?”

Leon blinked, clearly confused. “You’re serious? I nearly died every time I turned a corner and you want to slap a “good job” sticker on my memories?”

“No, I realize you have trauma by the way you lie. It’s all bleak, thought out as I know these types of visits have become routine. However, I want you leaving with something good on your mind.”

The blonde stayed silent.

“Please, just humor me on this.”

“Fine, whatever, just get me out of here sooner. There’s a Chinese buffet down the street that I haven’t had in a month, and it’s gonna taste so good with the Alien franchise on my couch.”

“Right, I will be quick. Name a unique and enjoyable moment in your journey to rescue Ashley. It can be big or small.”

Leon thought for a moment, trying to consider something worth describing, when it hit him. When he lost Ashley and began feeling the effects of La Plaga gripping his body. He needed the cure and the only person who had it was…

“Merchant.”

A real exterminator you are. And they had kissed. He tasted metallic: not of blood, but something medicinal, chemical. As for Leon, it was supposedly “raw eggs.” The comment tickled him at first, though not as much as Merchant’s fingers as they explored the man’s chest. They slid over his armor, removing it with various clicks and pulls until there was only his slick shirt underneath.

Merchant let out a slight moan, “this torso is hard as stone. Are you sure you aren’t made of marble? Possibly carved by a Greek god?”

Leon chuckled, “pretty sure I’m not, but I’m about as hard as marble right now.”

He was incredibly hard and Merchant could see the outline of his shaft in his trousers. Without much warning, the seller went for the goods, unbuckling Leon’s belt with eager hands. There had been no protest as his cock was freed. It was lengthy, blushing at the tip with veins leading from base to head. Each one pulsated the more Merchant stared at it.

“I don’t like when strangers lie to me.”

Once again, Leon was humored by the comments of this mysterious man. “Are you thirsty, Merchant?”

The seller gripped Leon’s cock, earning a gasp from those pretty lips. “Parched…”

“Mr. Kennedy?” The psych’s voice rang out.

Leon shook his head in protest of the images, the sensations, filling his head when suddenly he was in the therapist office again. His hands were gripping the arms of the chair, a few beads of sweat had ran down his forehead, and the psych appeared rather stunned at his patient.

“Good sex?” The psych finally muttered.

“Y-Yeah… the night before I left,” another detectable lie.

“Well,” the older man rose, “I’ll take it. Are they still present in your life?”

Leon shrugged, “no idea. Haven’t seen them since the mission- before the mission. At this point, I’m not sure they’re even alive.”

The older man could see the sudden realization on Leon’s face. This person meant something to this man and, for Leon, he was the best thing that happened to him that whole mission. Now that the clouds had parted, he was asking all the questions. Was he dead? Did Merchant survive the blast?

Leon lowered his head in defeat. “I don’t know.”

“Well, let’s spare ourselves the assumption of death. We don’t know if they’re still around, but who knows, maybe they are and they’re somewhere better than before. I’m sure there’s better places than that island.”

“You got a lot of faith in strangers, doc.”

“And so should you, Mr. Kennedy.”

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