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himezoro · 22 days

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Hey

In your last comment ( in love wins all part2) you meant that I could ask you for a story at any time.

My idea would be a story about Zoro in which he first has to admit to himself that he loves the female reader and asks his crew how he can confess his feelings to her and then does it in his usual shy but direct way ^^

We both know he is a big softie at heart x3

tysm for your request and undefeating support, it’s the reason i went back to writing and found the strength to write today. i really hope you’ll enjoy it, and tysm for your patience. i love the introspection your idea offers, it was so fun to write that i added the strawhats as a tool for Zoro to realize his feelings! some parts are before timeskip, and the parts after the timeskip will be mentioned, i hope you’ll enjoy it <3

tw! mention of gender (female) + fluff + sfw!!

wc : 4,31k (i went crazy sorry....)

It was a cool and breezy spring day when Luffy asked you to join the crew. You were a talented strategist during battles and tough times, gifted with a brilliant vision of finding a positive issue to win, while exulting warmth and tenderness, so much that it could tame the devil itself.

And by that, it meant Roronoa Zoro.

The tall swordsman perfectly remembers this day where you officially climbed onto the ship after the events of Enies Lobby, after helping the crew with astute tactics to get Robin back. He was impressed with you back then, by your phlegm and knowledge of the field, your calm, your determination to grant them victory, like you knew them all along, like you loved them all along. It was the love you gave people that allowed your brain to come up with the best solutions. And as a warrior and a solution giver, Zoro was admirative.

Or in trance. Mesmerized. In awe. Struck by an angel. If he were to be honest with himself.

And because Zoro imagined himself talking to you and getting to know what your brain hid, asking about your whereabouts, your culture, your likings and the drinks you drink, he really thought he did.

Yet, other than the casual “Hi”, “Thanks”, “Food’s ready” and “Good night”, the swordsman never uttered a word of what he wished to really share. Was it laziness? Cowardice? Fear? Indeed, he was not the most talkative of the crew, but he knew he could talk to anyone if he wanted to. Hell, he could even talk to the cook.

But when it came to you, he found himself out of breath, and looking at you seemed enough. Seeing you beam at the dinner table while savoring the shitty cook Sanji’s delights, hearing your chatty and bubbly voice when gossiping with Nami and Robin, your laughs when in company of Usopp and Luffy and the soft hums escaping your lips when Brook would play a song. Looking at your plush thighs where Chopper’s head was resting, and the pearl of cola dripping from your pink lips when drinking under the hot weather with Franky.

He both felt like you were a sight bestowed by the Gods for him and forbidden, like the Apple of Eden.

And in magnificent Zoro fashion, he decided to not pay attention and focus on his training.

But even with the best of will, it was hard to pretend you did not exist and that the fluttering in his stomach were not butterflies, especially, on the Thousands Sunny.

THE CAPTAIN, MONKEY D LUFFY

One night, before reaching the Sabaody Archipelago, Zoro was standing quietly by the ocean. His mind was clear from troubles and aches, and he simply stood by the quietness of the sea. You’ve been apart of the crew for what has not been so long, yet, you were fitting beautifully. The way the breeze would caress your hair, the way you would sometimes trip on the ship because of the waves, the way the lemonade you would make tasted so much better than the cook’s. The first time you offered him the said refreshment was the only time he managed to stay close to you. Because you were not leaving, he thought. Or maybe because he was frozen on the spot when you bent down to his sitting/close to napping form and could smell your floral scent.

He was so lost in his thoughts he failed to hear his captain coming.

“Isn’t (Y/N) cool? Like, super cool?” the captain beamed at his first mate and best friend, clapping his feet together as he sat on the rail of the ship. The swordsman did not mind looking his way as he stood by the railing, watching the moon glistening on the ocean.

“I guess, I barely talk to the girl so I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged, hearing your soft giggles from afar as you enjoyed your time with the rest of the crew.

“Well I know she’s cool. And she was so cool when she made all of these plans on her notebook with that fancy swooshing pen thing.” He said, mimicking writing (ndlr : like that light yagami meme lol). “Sanji says she’s pretty. Do you think she’s pretty?”

At that question, Zoro almost chocked on his own air.

“Why would you ask me that? And since when do you Luffy know when people are... pretty?” he said, hoping the moonlit night would hide the pink hue on his cheeks.

“I know when people are pretty! You are pretty! You’re my friend so you’re pretty.” Zoro scoffed at his words, letting his captain talk.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get along super well. Like super buddies. She’s so cool. You should listen to her. Nami said we must listen to her advices during combat or else we EXPLODE!! BOOM!!” he enthusiastically said before jumping off the railing and shaking Zoro’s shoulders before running to pest on someone else.

Zoro stole a glance towards your way and sighed. You did not look pretty. Hell no you didn’t. And to that extent, he disagreed with the cook again. Because you were gorgeous, ethereal. It was beyond being “pretty”, it was beyond being pleasant to look at. You were a gift. And he knew he could keep on looking at you for days if allowed.

And because you caught him looking, you offered him a gentle smile and a wave, which he forgot to reciprocate as he simply nodded and turned back to gazing at the ocean.

I know we would get along well… he sighed, silently wishing he had Luffy’s or Usopp’s social skills to stay by your side.

THE NAVIGATOR, NAMI

Before docking on the Sabaody Archipelago, Nami said it would be nice to dock on a small island to enjoy a day of fun at the beach, which led to having everyone in their bathing suit enjoying the scenery.

Zoro sat on the sand and did not realize his eyes landed on you. You were in the water with chopper on your shoulders, trying to keep steady as you feared for him to fall in the water. Usopp was in front of you with Luffy on his shoulders, trying to make Chopper fall in the water. Zoro claims to not pay attention to the way your (favorite color) bathing suit was perfectly suiting your form. He claims to not pay attention to your wet hair nor to the drops on your eyelids.

“You need a tissue to stop the drooling?” Nami said, standing in front of her crewmate as she put her sunglasses on top of her head.

Zoro glared at her without saying a word, clearly annoyed by the navigator.

“Well if I hadn’t known you were enjoying the view before I would certainly know it now. Would you stop staring at her, you look like Sanji.” she smirked, moving the way as she sat next to him, looking at you as well and smiling.

“Really Zoro you should stop staring, that’s creepy.”

“Did she say anything?” he surprised himself asking. Now at least she stopped blocking the view, and he could go back to “not” pay attention to the way your hand would hold Chopper’s pawn, or the way Usopp would splash water all over your chest.

“Well well well, what do we have here? A request for insights on my girl (Y/N)? By Roronoa Zoro? Is it going to snow in hell? Let me check…” she mischievously snarked, earning a grunt from Zoro in return.

“It’s so funny because I’m sure she talked about you in our quarters a few times ago… or maybe it was in my dream? Maybe your errand money would jog my memory.” she proudly stated, earning another annoyed grunt from Zoro. She looked at him and waited for him to nod his head and wave his hand as a sign for her to continue.

“Thanks for your generosity. And the only thing she said is that you don’t seem to like her because you never talk to her, so she doesn’t want to bother you.”

When he heard what appeared to be your words, he swore his heart broke. How could you reasonably think he doesn’t like you? While you were the only thing on his mind beside training?

“And what did you say… I mean, what did you tell her.” Zoro shyly asked, wondering if his friend Nami did any help.

“Well I did say you hated her, but I’m sure I could tell her you love staring at her like a perv.”

“For fuck sake why would you say stuff like this?!”

“I did not tell her that you idiot!” she said, laughing wholeheartedly. “In fact, I said you were like a bear : terrifying on the outside but kind of nice if you think about it.”

Zoro sighed, instantly feeling sick in the stomach at the idea of you thinking he hated you… or was a perv.

“Why don’t you try talking to her? She’s such a sweet and smart girl, I feel like she was the missing part of this crew. I mean, it’s clear you-

“Do not say that word. I don’t.”

Zoro cut her right off, but that did not stop Nami from stating her piece.

“Fine I’ll use the word fancy. It’s clear you FANCY her. Just because you never had a girlfriend or thought you could like anyone other than your swords or MIHAWKE doesn’t mean you should not act on your feelings right now. Be a normal guy and get her flowers, or I don’t know, you could also just talk.?You know Sanji likes her too right?” she added that last part only to shake Zoro off before leaving with her new found cash.

Zoro kept on looking at you with longing, thinking about what Nami said.

Sanji cannot like her. And how did she know I never had a girlfriend?

THE SNIPER KING, USOPP, AND THE DOCTOR, TONY TONY CHOPPER

Later that night, Zoro decided to sit next to you for dinner. He was set on proving Nami wrong and showing the cook that he did not stand a chance (the poor guy did not get Nami’s joke).

But because Nami is the lively and vibrant human being she is, she, of course, told Usopp and Chopper about her little talk with Zoro.

Which of course, led Usopp to do some teasing, with the help of little

“Hey (Y/N)! What does it feel like finally sitting next to Zoro after weeks of sailing together?” he pried, wiggling his eyebrows at the sight of the two of you sitting together. You smiled and let out a small laugh as you responded.

“Well I have to say, I’m quite flattered. Surprised, but flattered. Zoro is nice to stay with.”

Your voice felt like the greatest of songs, and it only made Zoro’s heart beat faster.

“Wooo wooo!” Usopp cooed, pounding on the table as he did so. “Do I hear a confession in here? Zoro what do you have to say? Isn’t she nice to stay with? Come on just say the magic L word!”

He was so engulfed in his thoughts and the desire to slash Usopp in half, that he did not feel Chopper creep on his lap.

“Your heart is beating really fast right now!” the reindeer said in Zoro’s ear, trying not to embarrass him too much as Usopp was already talking about planning a future wedding.

“Because you guys are giving me a headache”, he angrily uttered, suddenly getting up and leaving the table, not noticing the sad look in your eyes as he turned his back, not looking at you.

After these milestones only a fool would try to deny the blatant truth.

And after the Sabaody incident, only a masochist would refrain and hide these feelings away.

But with Roronoa Zoro, nothing is easier than sweeping his feelings under the rug of Mihawke’s manor.

Nervertheless, being separated from you for those two years only left him with thoughts of you mingling with the ones he felt of guilt. Were you alive? Did you get Luffy’s message? Where were you training? Who were you with? Will you come back to him?

In his quest of longing to be the strongest, he got even more confident, if that could happen. Not only would he never let anything happen to the crew again thanks to his new found abilities, but he swore he won’t let you in any form of danger. Yet, he claims it to himself that protecting you is only his “swordsman way”. Nothing more.

He waited for the day of the reunion with a lot of excitement. Seeing Luffy and Chopper again, sailing the seas to prove himself to the world. He would not say it aloud, but he missed everyone. Yet, his heart led to an unusual feeling. His chest felt knotted. Was it fear? Anxiety? Regret? He caught himself thinking about many scenarios that did not make sense, nonsense he would have smacked someone’s head for. What if you decided to leave the crew and stay where you were? What if you forgot about him, since his past relationship with you failed to be the most intimate one? What if you hated him and thought of him as weak? What if he never saw you again?

Why does it matter, anyway.

The D-Day was approaching, and Zoro’s questions only grew more and more.

And as the Day finally arrived, he looked at the Sabaody scenery and let out a deep sigh, but the small smile on his lips never left. Each step he took were different from those he took two years ago: he was determined, stronger.

He would not admit it to himself, but he was worried you won’t show up to the ship. He also was worried he won’t be able to talk to you like he wished to.

During his walk to find the Sunny, he stumbled across the last person he wanted to see first.

THE COOK, SANJI VINSMOKE

Even though Zoro disliked the cook, he had to admit he was reassured to see his fellow comrade in good shape. But that feeling quickly faded the second the Cook started speaking.

“And here I thought a musclehead like you couldn’t understand nor form a sentence.”

“And here I thought you might have learnt to use twizzlers in those two years but well. Nothing’s new here.”

The pair had no choice but to walk together, which surprisingly led to somewhat of a conversation, even though neither looked at the other. Zoro was walking with his bag over his shoulder while Sanji smoked his cigarette.

“So you trained with Ivankov?”

“I tried to escape everytime which turned out well. I can fly now with my technique, which I’m sure (Y/N)-chwan would love! Think about it, this could be really useful in defense combat. I will be useful for (Y/N)-chwaaan, and Nami-chwaaan and Robin-chwaaan.” The cook chanted, only to earn Zoro’s deep and usual silence, which lasted for what seemed to be a while.

In spite of being used to Zoro’s quietness and awkward silence, the cook noticed the sudden shift in his behavior once your name was mentioned. Call him curious or accuse him of having a death wish, but he decided to break the ice.

“Hey, mosshead.”

The swordsman did not bother to answer and kept on walking.

“Did you miss anyone in particular during those two years?”

“Yes, my hammock.” he quickly answered, his usual sass coming back as a defense mechanism Sanji swore not to fall for this time.

“See?” Sanji said, pointing his cigarette towards his crewmate, still walking. “That’s exactly why no one wants to approach you. You’re brute. How do you expect people to let you in if you don’t let them in in the first place?”

“Who said I wanted to let any people in? I don’t care about people.”

“You know who I’m talking about here. I have eyes. We all have eyes.”

“Technically Brook doesn’t and I only have one left.” he corrected, looking at the cook’s annoyed face with his good eye. “And for the reminder, I can understand sentences just fine, you talked about people, not (Y/N).”

Sanji smirked: the cook had won.

“Indeed. I never talked about beautiful (Y/N). You just did, though." he cockily pointed. "If I were you, which I’m not thank God, I would take her hand, squeeze it and tell her a poem. That’s it if you can read.”

“Tsk.”

Sanji lit himself another cigarette to savor his small victory. Zoro bit the inside of his cheek and averted his gaze to the scenery around him again.

Did he just tell the cook about you? When he was talking about “letting people in”? He would lie if he said he did not want you to let him in. He thought you were a strong woman with admirative skills. He thought you were kind and caring, with a high sense of ethics and fairness. He thought you were beautiful. You were his ideal, the sole reason why he never bothered looking at women before.

But why would someone like you let someone like him, in? Sanji was right: he was a brute. And spending time with his swords medidating for two years did not make him a social animal. He lacked Usopp’s ease or Luffy’s communicative smile. He lacked Sanji’s ability to compliment women or make them feel beautiful. Hell, he remembers his conversation with Nami like it was yesterday: you thought he hated you.

Would it be unfair for a brute like him to long for someone like you? Does he have the right to hold these feelings? Is he allowed to share them to you?

The poor boy did not have time to find his answer that Luffy had found them.

He would soon see you. He felt it. And by that time, he better come up with something other than “Hi”.

When they arrived to the ship alongside their Captain, everyone was already here waiting for them.

Including you.

Before fully looking at you, Chopper jumped on him, crying his heart out from having missing him too much. Unfortunately for him, the swordsman did not pay attention to all his ranting as you approached to enthusiastically hug Luffy, Sanji, and him.

Because of the awkward position he was in with Chopper, you gently wrapped your arms around the small reindeer and told them both how happy you were to see them. And because of his cute comrade, he did not have the chance to say “Hi”.

He missed his opportunity, the chance to finally let you in.

Perhaps it is better this way.

Everyone climbed onto the ship, ready to celebrate the reunion, and even though the best sake was provided, Zoro quickly walked to a small and intimate area: his crow nest.

THE STRATEGIST, (YOUR NAME) ♡

Two years without seeing your friends were long to pass, without hearing their laughters and benters, their antics and adventures. Even though you joined the crew at later times before being teleported by Kuma, you dearly loved each crewmate and felt apart of a big family.

During those two years, you sometimes caught yourself thinking about the swordsman. To say the green-haired figure rarely talked to you would be an understatement, and you never understood why. You never were mean to him, you let him nap during night watch, you poured him lemonade, smiled at him each time he would look at you.

You admired his strength, his determination, his oath to become the best in his craft. You were honored to conceive combat strategies that would enhance his abilities and show them to the world.

He was the legend to the story you were writing. The hero.

It would be lying to say you did not fancy the swordsman. He was handsome, peaceful, intelligent when in need, and reassuring. He was confident, opinionated and reliable.

Your heartbeat grew faster as you saw him walking towards the ship with Sanji and the captain. He looked even taller than in your memories, and even more built. His hair seemed softer, and his voice much huskier. Your heart ached when you noticed he had lost an eye.

But because everyone was around, you could not possibly go to him and cry your eyes out as you talked about his injury. Instead, and because you were so happy to see everyone, you decided to go for a small hug, hopping it would offer you both a fresh start.

After the feast following your reunion, you noticed Zoro walking out to his favorite spot. Pretending to be in need of the ladies room, you decided to follow the swordsman to the crows nest, set on trying to finally, communicate with the future best swordsman on the Planet.

When Zoro heard someone going up the crows nest, he did not pay attention. For this once, would he allow someone to go up unannounced.

“Pardon me Zoro!” you said while climbing, breaking his composure. Out of everyone he thought would come up tonight, he never thought it would be you. He could not even figure out what to come up with first as he saw the top of your head from the top of the ladder and your adorable eyes peeking up to him.

You waited to have fully climbed the ladder before talking.

“Hi, I hope I’m not bothering.” You gently said with a radiant smile on your face, standing in front of him in your newest outfit. He felt ashamed for not taking in all the details of your new attire earlier under the sunlight, from the way it hugged your form to the way the color compliments your eyes.

“Actually, I’ve never been up here before.. it looks.. nice?” you said, your eyes going from the surroundings of his room to his good eye.

He looks handsome.

She looks gorgeous.

“Then what are you doing here now?” Zoro responded, harsher than what he intended. He instantly regretted his sentence and his tone. These were so distant from what he felt.

His words sent shivers down your spine and made you gasp a little, slowly looking down to your feet in embarrassment.

He looked down at you with his good eye and quickly shook his hands.

“N-No (Y/N) this is so not what I meant. Gosh now I understand why Sanji said I was a brute and Nami said you hated me.”

“What? Nami said I hated you?” you asked, your head going back up and looking at him with concern. “I could never hate you Zoro! Why would she say something like this?”

“N-No!” he said, trying to correct his wording, again, but it seemed harder after hearing what you felt about him.

You could never hate him.

“I mean, she said you thought I hated you. No wonder why you think that, I’m a brute.”

In spite of his awkward phrases, you let out a small giggle. His tan face was tainted with shades of a dusty shy pink, and his good eye was desperately trying to connect with yours. Maybe if you would look at him for just long enough, he would not have to say a thing.

You walked closer to him, trying to pierce what his eye was begging to tell you. You could feel the shift in the air, the tension building high. Your voice, soft as silk and sweet as honey, asked.

“So, Zoro, do you hate me?”

The question sent him in a trance. In his mind, he told you a hundred times about how beautiful you looked and how admirative he was of your work on the ship. In his mind, he told the world and the stars a hundred times about his will to protect you and be the strongest.

His body ached to be closer to yours. It was only the two of you, and it seemed so natural. So real. He slowly inched closer to you, his overpowering frame letting yours aware of his presence and scent. Wood and peppermint.

Crossing his arms and closing his eyes, faking tiredness, hoping his demeanor would hide the shyness away, he bluntly stated:

“I could never hate you, (Y/N).”

Five words. These five words alone lifted a whole weight off your shoulders. Slightly blushing from his statement and the proximity you two were in, in what seemed like a forbidden whisper, you said, gently touching his hand.

“I… I should probably go downstairs. The others are going to wonder why I’m taking so long to get you to drink sake with us. They’ll think you got sober.”

Zoro slightly scoffed and nodded, his eyes never leaving the tenderness of your touch on his large hand.

“Promise me you’ll come back later. Just you.”

His wish was spoken with such adoration and secrecy, you won’t ever refuse. But teasing the swordsman seemed a little more fun.

“By later, do you mean in two years? Who knows maybe by that time you’d have lost your other eye.”

Zoro laughed a little, gently squeezing your hand like an oath spoken just for the two of you.

“Like I would ever let you go again for so long, idiot.”

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 11 months

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A Stranger’s Mercy (11)

Summary: You reflect on the words exchanged after the tourney, and what it might mean for life at court afterwards.

Warnings: angst, some foul language, mentions of sex

A Stranger Masterlist / graphics by @saradika

Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12

The air was light and soft, as the pollen moved softly through the careful wind, carrying their seeds to the waiting flowers in the gardens of the Red Keep.

You sat with Lady Lannister, who was busying herself as you were, with embroidery carefully tucked between your fingers. Her melancholic spirits still remained, but there was an ease to it now that she finally knew her fate. She had expressed that part of her nerves about the entire ordeal was the ‘not knowing’. So it wasn’t the idea of being given away to any random gentleman who happened to throw their swords in a certain direction then?

Recently she had found solace in your company, having been ignored by the rest of Helaena’s ladies, for some unknown reason. You didn’t concern yourself with the gossip. People already did enough of that, with your name on their lips. You need not hear gossip concerning other people as well.

With the sun beating down on your neck and arms, your gaze flits up to the Septa observing so diligently across the gardens, beneath the shade of the archway. She was staring with such an unbreakable look, her eyes hooded by her brow, and to think she might be sweating buckets beneath her garb made you chuckle a bit. But more than that, it irked you how much attention was paid you now that you had been betrothed to him.

Aemond.

You scoff, looking back down to the embroidery in your hands.

“I hate this” you say quietly to Lady Lannister, she turns her head a little but does not break her gaze from her work. A small gesture to let you know she is indeed listening, “hate being stared at and…observed…as if we are doing something improper”.

You imagine the next stab through the fabric is the septa’s face, unashamedly.

Lady Lannister laughs, “Oh the burden of betrothed women, yet to belong to our husbands” her smile drops a bit when she sees you have not responded to her comment.

It had been a week since the tourney was won. And the dynamics of your relationship with Aemond had completely changed. Now you were to be watched, chaperoned at every event. Not to be left alone with your betrothed by any means necessary. It hardly seemed called for now. You’d lain with him, several times.

But that was a secret you would have to keep close to you. Be the pliant virgin until the wedding.

“I do not see any divine reason for it” you mumble, tying off the string.

Your companion laughs again, “It is true they pay special attention to you. Perhaps due to the outrageous manner in which the Prince won your hand?” she smiles.

You meet her eyes for a moment, thinking back. The afternoon following the tourney was bittersweet.

After Aemond had swept you off on Vhagar, he flew to Dragonstone. Both of you had been silent the entire journey there.

The rain pounded outside heavily, the humidity making your hair fly about at the ends. And your soaked dress was victim to it also, as it clung to your body uncomfortably.

The Targaryen family’s ancestral home had been neglected since the downfall of Rhaenyra Targaryen and her family; nobody had dared to set it up as their home since the end of the war. Of course, with Aemond as second-born son, it would eventually belong to him when he claimed it. Part of you wondered why he had not yet and why it stayed empty, collecting dust.

You could feel the frustration start to boil in your blood the more you stayed in Aemond’s presence, set to burst out in anger at any moment. And you feared that the second he opened his mouth, you would set upon him in insults. Your betrothed.

He stood awkwardly in the archways of the windows, watching the rain fall in sheets outside against the beach. He was sodden and raindrops still danced over his face, falling off the tip of his nose. And his hair, drenched, started to curl up at the ends with the heat of the rain. He had been completely quiet and had not yet said a word.

Your hand danced across the Painted Table, now neglected and dusty, your finger drew clean lines wherever they touched. In small writing, was your ancestral home. ‘Green Hill’ was inscribed there. It seemed so small on the map. Insignificant.

The candles were still on the table, half used, with their wax dripped down the sides, dry as a bone. You couldn’t imagine anyone living here. It seemed so haunted. Part of you wondered if you would be expected to live here, when you two eventually marry.

“Do you mean to ignore me forever?” you say, one hand leaned against the table shaped of Westeros.

He barely flinches and eventually turns on his heel to meet your gaze. With the stark clouds behind him, it makes him look almost ethereal. It’s here you wonder how bad you look in comparison. Wild and sodden, with a scornful expression.

“My lov-”

“Don’t” you say, eyes downcast, “Don’t call me that”

It comes out more hurt than you intended.

Aemond does not try and speak for a moment. At least, not until you tell him to.

Your eyes, to him, are like an animal’s. Wild and hunting.

“Explain”

As he usually does, he stands in silence, thinking about his words before he says them. And his eye pans about the room, wide and empty.

“Dragonstone was to be mine” he starts.

“Aemond I am not interested in tha-”

“Let me explain” his voice is stern, as if he has a point to make.

You don’t have the energy to speak so you gesture for him to continue instead.

“It was mine, by birthright. But after the Dance, I found I did not want it” he continues, taking in every detail of the room, “It was never my home, like King’s Landing was. I could not live easy here knowing that at this very table, my half-sister planned our deaths. My brothers, my sister, my mother even.

So I yielded it to Daeron”

You listen intently, waiting for said ‘point’ to come up.

“Daeron did not want it either. I felt as though I did not deserve it. For everything I had done”

He paces to the head of the table, where you imagined Rhaenyra Targaryen once stood, planning her fight for the crown.

“And what of this…I don’t even remember her name…Alys?” you spit. The name sounds foul on your mouth.

You feel the weight of Aemond’s one eye on you. He has never seen this fire in you before, and it both intrigues him and sets him off too.

“Alys was a wet-nurse at Harrenhal. I became acquainted with her when Harrenhal was taken-”

“Acquainted is certainly a word for it” you hiss in anger, “I care not if you merely fucked her, Aemond”

“You seem to care”

You meet his gaze again, eyes filled with rage, chest heaving.

“Only that you pretend to find some vision of her in me! You could not keep her, so you found another empty-headed woman with dark hair and enough of her likeness to sink your cock into” you spit, words biting at him.

“I am glad to hear you know my explanation before I have yet to say it”

You’re not in any state to stop this battle of words, emotions now run high and your mouth moves before your head.

“And to think there is a child amongst all this!”

“A child that is not mine”

“I am no fool, Aemond. I know how children are conceived and you are party to it”

“Stop”

“You say this child is not yours?”

“The bastard is not mine”

“How do you expect me to believe you? After all the things I have had to find out about you from other people?” you exclaim to him, slamming a hand onto the table with the extent of your rage.

Aemond is eerily still and calm as he barks back quickly.

“Perhaps you are a fool for believing them”

You let out a sarcastic laugh as he turns away from you, crossing the room to stand closer to him. And even though you laugh at the jape he makes at your intelligence, the tears in your eyes betray how you really feel.

“So I am a fool now” you scoff, “perhaps you are the fool, to allow your grandfather to stand between us like this with your lies”

He shakes his head, eye distantly looking to the horizon. You know very well, that if he were in a different mood, you could be in serious trouble for that.

“I have not lied to you once” he says in a hushed manner.

It almost makes you more angry that he is not as emotional as you are. And if he is he is doing an excellent job of hiding it. You’re almost jealous. Now you appear the hysteric naive woman everyone thinks you to be.

He doesn’t know what everyone says about you. What people say in hushed voices as you pass by.

He can fuck whoever he likes, sire as many bastards as he wants, with no repercussions.

Reaps the benefits of his sex, the benefits that your own mother fell victim to.

Gods, you were a fool.

To fall into the same trap, to complete the cycle. To finish what your mother began.

You imagined your father’s disappointed face. And for some reason this hurts you most of all at this moment.

Aemond is the one to speak next.

“Alys sought to extend her power, claiming the child was mine, so that if Aegon died, she might thrust the little bastard onto the throne” he spits, “the child could not be mine”

After a beat, you can’t bear to listen to any more of it.

“Where are you going” he barks across the room.

“Home”

He scoffs, “By what means, exactly?”

You flinch when he crosses the room quietly and tugs at your arm, a firm grip that completely encircles you. And you almost give the same reaction when you look up at his face, seeing the seething waiting anger beneath it.

“I only wish to leave”

“You are my betrothed and you will stay”

With a huff you yank your arm away from him, “It did take you long to claim ownership over me”

“I am to be your husba-”

“Aemond, I have given you my virtue, do not make me regret it.

I gave it not out of necessity, or in any divine plan to seduce you as your grandfather suggests, nor out of desperation. I gave it to you because I fucking loved you, Aemond”

He stands there for a moment, looking down at you. He takes a careful step towards you, sensing your anguish, but you try with all your exhausted strength to push him away with your hands flat on his chest.

He retreats a few paces, face still trained on you.

“I do not think you could say the same for me”

If any of the words you’d thrown so far had not landed, this one had. And it showed on his face.

“Y/n-”

It almost makes you cry out. He never says your name. It’s always ‘Lady Highgreen’.

But here outside the realms of duty, you almost lose it when he addresses you like he still cares.

“Who is to say you do not get bored of me and go off to find another, leaving me in a marriage where I am doomed to watch the man I love fuck others just to feel a slice of what I feel for you?” you exclaim, tears now threatening to fall from your eyes.

And the seething rage creeps up into his expression once more.

“Is it that you pity me? Does it make you feel better knowing that you gave that sad little child you ignored the comfort of an advantageous marriage-”

“Stop it”

“To save me the dishonour of merely being your whore-”

“Be quiet, you foolish girl!”

Everything seems to go quiet. He’s stepped forward, tall, broad form, invading your space. And his large hands are wrapped around your upper arms, shaking you as he shouts at you. ‘Foolish girl’ he called you. And with every syllable he shakes your body, silencing you from your onslaught of words on him.

For a moment, it makes you afraid. He has never been like this. Never once raised his voice. He had always been the soft spoken, quiet Aemond. But this, this was exhausted, enraged Aemond. The one you had expected to meet first before the former.

Your lips are parted, watching his expression once you’ve stopped speaking.

He breathes heavily, as if all that rage had been built up the moment you two had started speaking.

That tight grip remains as he speaks.

“You foolish girl” he spits, lower this time, but still shaking your body, as a means to make you understand his pain, “Judge me all you like, y/n, but when I believed I was going to die , when I believed my whole family. Aegon, Helaena, Daeron, even Mother. Were doomed to die. I sought comfort, in the only manner I knew how.

Yes, it was wrong of me to. And I do not expect you to understand me but understand it when I say that it was comfort, nothing more.

I had never felt so alone in my life.

And if fucking her gave me an ounce of an escape, then I took it.

So if you judge me for anything, judge me for that. Not for feeling alone”

You can only look back at him in disbelief, mouth dry and unable to speak.

And you remember what you had once told him, that night that Tyland Lannister struck you.

‘I could never blame a living creature for feeling lonely’.

But you never assumed he actually did. Tall, broad, powerful Aemond Targaryen. The Kinslayer. A powerful swordsman with great knowledge of various subjects, a key warrior during the Dance and rider of the most powerful dragon in the world…

…had felt alone.

And this fact, above everything else he’s just said, makes sadness sink into your skin, through your bones. You had selfishly assumed all this time, that only you had felt the loneliness, felt that wanting ache in your chest to be fulfilled but not knowing how.

Even now, you find you cannot judge him. True to your word.

His hands are so tight on your arms, you feel as if the skin is moulded to his palms. And he shakes with anger at the situation, but directed at you right now you can see why people think him fearsome. And after a moment, when he sees how your lips are parted in shock, his face softens and you bear witness as all the weight seems to disappear off his shoulders, like a large exhale.

And he loosens his grip just slightly, a shuddered breath is the only thing that escapes him.

“It was an accident” he merely says.

Your brows furrow softly in confusion and you speak quietly and gently, offering comfort in your tone.

“What was?”

His eye blinks quickly, as if willing the emotion to stay put behind them.

“Lucerys” he says, shaking, “I was never meant to start it…the war” he shakes his head. Reliving that dreadful night. And now, as he is shaking from the memory as well as the rain seeping into his skin, he remembers the muggy, horrid sensation of the rain pelting against him, staring down at what remained of his nephew, hurtling towards the ground.

“I lost control…of Vhagar…” he whispers, “I…only meant to scare him”

You know very little of the details of what happened during the Dance. Your House was so small, they managed to fade away into insignificance, remaining largely neutral during the actual conflict.

And it occurs to you at this very moment, that you almost met Aemond as he stands today when he unleashed Vhagar on the Riverlands.

Green Hill receives most of their takings through charging tolls for access to the Riverlands, so when they were decimated, your father felt it was safer to finally ally himself to the Greens. The memory of Vhagar flying overhead will forever serve to remind you just who Aemond was during the Dance. He seems such a different person now, standing, holding back his tears and trembling before you.

“I didn’t mean for any of it…” he says in a soft voice, one that shakes with grief.

“Aemond…” his name comes out of your mouth without any real effort, and so quiet it seems like he hasn’t heard it.

His hands on your arms remain, but he grips them like he needs the closeness of another person, and his left eye is closed softly now.

“Just-” he catches himself halfway, to really think about what he will say, “I have so much to say…”

He rights himself to stand straight, looking straight down to you, his one eye flits to both of yours, taking in the way the differing colours look.

“But for now, I tell you that I did not love her…and I do not believe I could ever love another…” he says gently, “You haunt my every waking moment. And I am convinced that if I ever wronged you in any way, you would haunt me still…and I would invite you to”

Your lips quiver at his words, feeling the hotness of tears in your eyes.

“But if you will have me…” he starts, “...I ask that you stay by my side, as my equal, my love. My wife”

A breath hitches in your throat.

You hardly realise it at the time, but when his thumb runs under your eyes to wipe away the tears there, you find your cheeks are wet with them. At his touch, gentle and controlled, you whimper. His face looks so pained, like there are so many things he wants to say, but chose this moment to dedicate to your love for one another.

One day, when he was ready, you would allow him to tell you everything.

But for now. You just kiss him, needing the closeness and warmth of his skin against yours. You let out a sigh of relief into his mouth when he pulls you closer to him, hands clamouring at your silken dress, waist, anything he can get his large hands against. It’s very quickly spiralling out of control, with hot, fervent kisses turning into sheer unadulterated passion, and his touch leaves scalding hot trails all over you.

You only pull away, breathing heavily, when he pulls you to sit atop the table, slotting himself between your legs, your skirts bunching up around your legs to accommodate him.

“Everything will change now…won’t it?” you whisper. But he does not stop, he leaves open-mouthed and needing kisses at the column of your throat, sparking every nerve with prickling desire, “we…won’t be able to be like this…”

“Hm” he murmurs against your skin, his large hands all but pulling the shoulders of your dress down your smooth arms. Your heart hammers in your chest with anticipation as his other hand runs down your dress, only to dip below the hem and fist the silk into his palm, tugging it back up the way he came. He rucks it up to your thighs, groaning at the skin he’s been dreaming of touching for weeks.

“Yes” he says lowly, fingers leaving red marks on the skin there as he sinks to his knees in front of you, “things will change”

You swallow nervously as he kisses your thigh. Eyes flutter shut, you’ve missed him…missed the way he can make you feel this way. Like it’s second nature.

He knows you far too well. And it’s so wrong for you to do this where you are right now, but you can’t find it in yourself to stop.

“So we will have to make the most of this moment…” he says quietly against your skin, his tongue leads a trail up, up, up.

Your hands grip the edge of the table, knuckles white at how he is teasing you.

“...won’t we, my love?”

“Y/n?”

The voice of Lady Lannister breaks you from the trance, and you look mortified at her, cheeks flushed at the realisation that you’d been day-dreaming at how the last meeting had ended.

“Yes?” you say, voice shaky, “I am sorry…did you say something?”

Lady Lannister merely laughs and shakes her head, “It is a rare enough thing, to be so in love”

You clear your throat, trying to rid the image from your mind of what Aemond had done to you that evening at Dragonstone. But the soft, welcome ache between your thighs reminded you of what he had said that day, and how you feel about him now. It is almost comical how the sun shines now. The air void of any humidity and stifled discomfort.

It’s as if those clouds that covered your judgement of Aemond have made way.

It hurt you greatly to find that you had judged Aemond in this way, and even more so to take accountability for it. You had hoped it was as simple as ‘Aemond was wrong’. But it was so much more than that. He did not feel the need to mention such relations before meeting you because there was no need for it. And the image of Otto Hightower springs to mind immediately, setting off a feeling of anger within it. For he’d done all this, spread such vile lies into your young, female mind, to keep you apart from him. To deter him from doing what he had wanted to do in the first place.

To wed you.

It was a mission now, you told yourself, to confront Otto Hightower.

For if you were to be family at some point, he needed to know you would not back down in your love and support for Aemond.

“There you are, my little faye”

Your eyes dart up at the nickname, smiling at once to see your father making his way in large strides towards you both. Eyes shine with love for him, but also a prickle of nervousness at the intent in his gaze. Hands behind his back, forcing that smile you know to be disingenuous, he stands before you both.

“May I speak with you, child” he asks softly,

Child. Not daughter?

Oh Gods that only meant he was angry, upset, or both.

You give a weary smile to Lady Lannister, standing up and brushing the grass off your skirts and abandoning the embroidery. You walk side by side with your father, hands clasped nervously in front of you.

“I am to return to Green Hill this evening” he says flatly,

“Oh? I am sorry to hear you will be missing the feast”

He hums, “And I am sorry to be missing it”

The longer you walk around the gardens, the more anxious you get, the hotter your skin becomes. Every single nerve awakens with the possibility of what he might say. He is acting out of sorts and it sets you on edge.

“Father, I understand if you are angry about the tourn-”

He scoffs, “Angry about the tourney? When my daughter is to be a Princess? My dear, it is a match even I could not have bargained for”

Then why are you acting so out of sorts? You think, looking back up at him, that same disingenuous smile.

“It is the manner of your relationship that worries me, child” he says.

You feel a chill as your blood runs cold. Face betraying the sheer worry inside. Your father and you alike come to a stop, with only the sound of the faint rustling in the trees to fill the silence.

He puts a hand to your cheek.

“The way the realm thinks of you, what it says, is precious, child” he says seriously, and though you cannot see his lips beneath his beard, you can tell they’re in a tight line, his eyes anywhere but your face.

“It can protect you or it can end you”

You feel a chill go up your spine as his hand remains at your cheek, making you look up at him, into his eyes now.

“What you have done does not matter, it is what people think you have done…” he says quietly this time, “...that is all that matters”

You swallow over the lump in your throat, as tears threaten to well up behind your eyes, hot and ready to spill over. Seeing you so desperately hold back, he slowly brings you in, cupping the back of your head into his chest. It feels like you are a child all over again, having scraped your knee or babbling incoherently about someone who had said unsavoury things. Inside your chest, your heart feels heavy. Though you feel that your father indeed loves you, you cannot help but feel like there is a lingering judgement.

“Please, think of that next time” he whispers and you nod softly, unable to say anything else.

He gently pulls you away to look at you, using his thumb to wipe away the stray tear that had escaped.

“Listen to me” he says, softer this time, “You are my daughter. A Princess-to-be. I am proud of you beyond words, and your mother would be as well. Protect yourself, child. I will not always be here to”

You nod, inhaling shakily, “Yes father”

He nods and lets a weary smile pass his features.

“I shall see you soon, child” he says as he turns to take his leave.

You watch him leave, taking a deep breath. His words are careful, but with a soft sharpness that can only come from a parent.

When you look back, Lady Lannister has gone from her spot, presumably to attend to Helaena.

And on the other side of the gardens, stands Alicent Hightower, hands clasped nervously in front of her, looking with those deep brown eyes in your direction. Having seen the entire thing.

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francesminos-tt · 8 months

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blind!joffrey au he and daeron fight for some reason (maybe a misunderstanding and lack of communication) but they make up at night :)

It turned out sillier than I expected, but I hope it’s still cute.

The most frustrating thing of being blind was that sometimes people acted as if you didn’t even exist. Joffrey knew this too well. He was right there, sitting in his favorite armchair and enjoying the warm sun on his skin, but the two chamber maids were gossiping to each other as if Joffrey was as deaf as he was blind.

Normally, he didn’t mind it too much. Some of the court gossips were entertaining, and Joffrey could use them to start a conversation with his husband during dinner. The thought of Daeron put a smile on his face. Joffrey brushed his fingertip against his wedding ring, feeling the cool metal band and the large gemstone in the middle. Daeron told him the gemstone was called opal, a soft brown gem that was the same shade of brown as Joffrey’s eyes. Joffrey had no idea what opal or the color brown was, but he appreciated Daeron’s gesture.

“Do you know Prince Daeron’s new hobby?” One of the chamber maids said in a hushed tone.

“What can interest the prince except for swords training and dragon riding?” The other maid chuckled, “I have never seen him pay attention to anything other than these two things.”

“Well, you are in for a surprise then.” The first maid paused, “I saw his grace with Lady Farman in the garden three days in a row!”

“Lady Farman? From Fair Isle?”

“The one and only. It is said that maidens from the Fair Isle all live up to their names. Let me tell you, Lady Farman surely does! She’s so pretty! Especially her brown eyes. Like melting chocolate.”

“But,” the second maid paused, “Prince Daeron is married to Prince Joffrey?”

“Oh, come on,” Her companion scoffed, “it’s a political union! How could someone as handsome as Prince Daeron be willing to marry a blind man? It’s to unite the two factions. Surely his grace wants someone who can actually keep him company.”

Joffrey bit his lip and tried his best to stay silent. What good would it do, if he reminded them that he had been listening to the conversation all along? That he was only blind, not deaf? That it was his husband they were talking about?

No. Joffrey didn’t think it would make any difference. Their words were not wrong. Joffrey had only taken on a stroll with Daeron in the garden once. He remembered that he clung to his husband the entire time, and Daeron had to keep telling him to mind his steps. It was a hilarious experience for them, and Joffrey had never suspected otherwise. But now, he wasn’t so sure. What if Daeron didn’t find it hilarious at all? What if Daeron found him annoying? What if Daeron was lying when he said he had loved Joffrey for years? What if Daeron realized that Joffrey’s unfocused brown eyes were not gems, and decided to find a pair of better ones? Such as Lady Farman’s pretty brown eyes that looked like melting chocolate?

The more Joffrey thought about that, the more he was convinced that Daeron had lied to him from the beginning. The maids had already moved on to other topics, leaving Joffrey to dwell on his thoughts alone. Joffrey tried his best to ignore the tug on his heart, the disappointment, the anger, the pain of being played like a fool.

When Daeron returned to his quarters, Joffrey was not there. Strange. Joffrey always welcomed him with a kiss and a bright smile. Where could Joffrey go? It was already dark.

Daeron put the gift he got for Joffrey down on the table before leaving the room again. He didn’t need to search for long, for Joffrey was seldom seen without him, the Keep’s servants were quick to tell him that Prince Joffrey had gone to the Dragon Pit.

What could Joffrey possibly do in the Dragon Pit after dark? He couldn’t fly, and today was not his scheduled day to see Tyraxes.

Daeron met Joffrey outside the Dragon Pit, the brunette trying to mount his black dragon but to no avail.

“Watch out!” Daeron rushed to Joffrey’s side, just in time to catch the boy falling off from Tyraxes, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

Joffrey didn’t reply, only struggled to get free from Daeron.

“Joffrey!” Daeron’s voice hardened instinctively. His heart almost stopped when he saw Joffrey failed to grab the slick black scale. Tyraxes was young dragon, but it was still tall. Several meters fall was no joke.

“Let me go.” Joffrey hissed, keeping his head down.

“No. Unless you promise me not to do anything stupid again.” Daeron tightened his grip of Joffrey’s wrist, his heart still pounding in his chest, hard enough to hurt.

“It’s not stupid!” Joffrey struggled again, “I want to ride my dragon! I am entitled to do this!”

“You can’t ride a dragon, Joffrey! You are blind!”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Daeron knew he had pushed too far. Joffrey hated to be called blind to his face. Daeron knew that Joffrey’s biggest regret of being blind was that he could not ride his dragon. Joffrey loved Tyraxes, and he felt guilty of robbing the black drake of the right to fly. Daeron had really hit a sore point.

“Is that what I am to you?” Joffrey said after a long pause, his voice cold as stone, “A blind man?”

“No, Joff, you know I didn’t mean it-”

“Fuck off.” Joffrey bit Daeron’s hand, and took the opportunity to run. He had no idea where he was heading, of course, but he had to leave. He couldn’t be with Daeron right now. How dare his husband say that word to his face? How dare Daeron dismiss his desire to ride Tyraxes?

If only. If only he was not blind, Joffrey could have flown away on Tyraxes by now. He wouldn’t stumble on some damn rock and fall to the ground like a sack.

Shit.

Joffrey groaned as he tried to get back to his feet, but a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist and picked him up, the familiar scent unmistakably belonging to Daeron.

“Stop fighting, please.” Daeron said softly to Joffrey, “You will hurt yourself.”

“None of your business.” Joffrey murmured, too tired to struggle. He would never admit that he missed Daeron’s scent and his husband’s warm embrace.

“You are my husband, Joffrey. You are my business.” Daeron pressed Joffrey’s face to his own chest and began to walk back, “I am sorry. I shouldn’t have said the word.”

Joffrey sniffed, but remained silent.

By the time they arrived at their quarters, dinner had already gone cold. Daeron put Joffrey down on the bed and ordered the maids to bring something light and warm.

“And some candied almonds and honey cakes, please.”

Joffrey deliberately ignored the fact that Daeron had just ordered his favorite dessert. If Daeron wanted to sooth Joffrey’s anger with desserts, he thought wrong.

“Can I see your hand, Joff? I want to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself.”

“No,” Joffrey hid his hand behind his back, “I can take care of myself. I don’t need your pity.”

Daeron sighed heavily. On one hand, he was pleased that Joffrey acted so difficult around him. Don’t get him wrong. It was not easy to be on the receiving end of Joffrey’s temper, but Daeron was glad that Joffrey felt comfortable enough to act so free around him. But on the other hand, he didn’t know what had gotten to Joffrey this time, which made it more difficult to sooth his husband’s anger.

“I am not pitying you.” Daeron said gently and sat down on the bed as well, “I worry about you, Joff. You almost scared me to death when you fell from Tyraxes.”

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? If I die, you can finally get rid of me.” Joffrey said through clenched teeth, “You can be with someone else who is not blind.”

“What makes you think of such nonsense?” Daeron’s patience was wearing thin right now. He couldn’t stand someone belittling his love for Joffrey. not even Joffrey himself.

“You.” Joffrey said flatly, “Do you enjoy your time with Lady Farman, husband? Is she nice? Pretty? Pleasant? I bet she’s a delight to be with.”

Oh.

Oh. Daeron finally figured out where did Joffrey’s anger come from. Was Joffrey jealous?

“Are you jealous?” Daeron chuckled, kicking off his shoes and climbing to the bed. He settled next to Joffrey and trapped the brunette in his arms.

“What’s there to be jealous of?” Joffrey tried to get away, but the king-sized bed could not hold off his husband for long. He found himself surrounded by Daeron’s warmth before he even realized what was happening.

“There is nothing wrong to feel jealous.” Daeron tightened his arms, kissing the top of Joffrey’s head, “I think you are rather cute when you are jealous.”

“I am not-” Joffrey wasn’t sure which claim he wanted to deny, jealous or cute?

Fortunately, Joffrey didn’t have to choose because Daeron sealed their lips together in a tender kiss. Joffrey melted immediately, much to his chagrin, but he had yearned for Daeron’s touch whole day, now he couldn’t resist wanting for more. Joffrey moaned into the kiss, his hands finding their way into Daeron’s silver curls.

“Though I love seeing you jealous, you really don’t need to be.” Daeron whispered against Joffrey’s lips, “I am not attracted to Lady Farman and I will never be.”

“But you took her on a stroll.” Joffrey said, embarrassed by how ridiculous he sounded.

“That’s because I wanted to consult her something and keep it a secret.”

“You have a secret with her?” Joffrey’s unsaid words couldn’t be more clearer. With her? Not me?

“No, silly.” Daeron stroked Joffrey’s cheek before planting a small kiss on the brunette’s lips, “Here, have this.”

Something was pushed into his hands. It was a long, cylinder thing, smooth to the touch, with several holes on one end.

“A flute?”

“You said you wanted one, and Lady Farman happens to have a profound knowledge of this instrument.” Daeron helped Joffrey to put his fingers on each hole, “She also offered to teach you, but I refused.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like the idea of you spending time alone with her.”

“Are you jealous, husband?” Joffrey asked, a phantom smile on his lips.

“Maybe.” Daeron pushed Joffrey to the bed and covered the brunette’s body with his own.

The gossip of Prince Daeron taking a liking for Lady Farman soon died down, replaced by a juicy tale of how Prince Daeron almost bent Prince Joffrey in half and pounded into the blind prince with abandon.

#house of the dragon #hotd #joffron #joffrey velaryon #my asks #daeron x joffrey #daeron the daring

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abbatoirablaze · 4 months

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Everything, Sebastian Stan

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Sebastian stared angrily at his co-star, his jaw ticking as he watched him with her. Rage coursed through his veins as he put his hand on her lower back.

While he wanted to get up from his spot at the bar and walk over to the man, only to punch him in the face, he tried to keep his cool, instead taking a long drag from his beer.

He winced at the warmth of it.

He’d been sitting there watching her for far too long.

Was waiting like some weirdo in the shadows while she mingled.

“And you’re sure you want this one?” his manager asked, half paying attention to the star. Sebastian nodded, looking at the glamor shot. You were tastefully dressed, yes, but it was a boudoir photo, one that was driving him wild. His manager nodded, returning to the phone call, and shuffled the photos together, placing the chosen one on top, “give me one minute, Max. I got a client in here, and he’s picking a girl from the agency. Yeah, yeah. I know.”

Sebastian tried to keep a poker face as he fought the annoyance at his manager.

Why did he have to take the call during his appointment?

“Sebastian…when do you want her?”

“As soon as possible.” The manager nodded and wrote something down on a notepad, before tucking the photos away into an envelope, “I’ll make the call after I get off the phone with Max, yeah?”

Sebastian sucked in his cheeks and nodded, getting up from his spot, “alright. I have an audition to get to across town, so give me a call when you get the confirmation. I have a Christmas party with NBC and I want her at my side.”

“She will be, don’t worry.”

“Sebastian…”

He felt his heart skip a beat as he looked up from his drink at the bar. You were smiling sweetly at him as you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned into him, “you okay honey?”

How long had he zoned out?

“Yeah,” he nodded, offering you a simple smile as he turned to envelope you in his arms, “didn’t want to bug you while you were making friends.”

You could hear the tinge of jealousy in his voice and your brow rose, “Sebastian…”

“You know me too well, honey,” he chuckled, “why you back over here with me, huh? You looked like you were having fun!”

“Yeah? Well maybe I just wanted to spend some time with you,” you whispered into his side. He noticed you inhaling deeply and he smiled at the thought that his scent was calming you down. He knew that despite your job, you hated to be around too many people for too long, so he found himself loving the fact that he was becoming your security blanket. He lived for how you nuzzled your way into his side, snuggling up to him, “you’ve been hiding out by the bar for a while now…

“You’ve been hiding out at the bar all night, Stan.”

“Yeah, well Ed got me the wrong girl,” he grumbled angrily, watching as his date was giggling and flirting with his other co-stars, rubbing shoulders so to speak to sleep her way up the ladder, “remind me to fire that useless ass in the morning.”

“Your manager or the girl?” his friend teased.

Sebastian scowled, “Who do you think, Chace?”

“Will do,” Chace chuckled, clapping his friend on the shoulder, “so which one did you want?”

“Number twenty-seven,” he said simply. A smile lit up his face as he dreamily thought of that shot. Everything about the photo of you set off fireworks in his mind, “I’m telling you…she’s not just any girl either. That woman is my future wife.”

“Whatever you say, brother,” he laughed, “so you have her number memorized? Does this mean I shouldn’t pick her when I look at the photos tomorrow? My manager is hooking me up with the company for another date to a Gossip Girl party I have going on and they couldn’t squeeze me in on time for this one.”

“You pick her and you’re no longer my brother!” Sebastian joked.

“Yeah…that so?”

Sebastian smirked, “it’s a fact. I’m hoping that I can get ahold of the agency in the morning and explain Ed’s mistake…hopefully they can send her over for tomorrow. I’ve got a ‘party’ for Marvel…”

“You’re not cast in anything for them, are you?”

“Not yet,” he shrugged, “a few agents called…said that they’re looking for a bunch of guys for a few long-term projects. I guess I made the cut for their first round short lists.”

“Lucky,” Chace chuckled, “I can’t even get them to look at me for a superhero role. All they see is Gossip Girl.”

“Baby?” His eyes snapped to yours as he drifted back from another memory, “you okay? You’re zoning out a lot, tonight.”

“Just thinking…” he admitted softly.

“Ohh, anything in particular,” You teased as your fingers drifted up his toned chest, “what’s on your mind?”

“Thinking about how we ended up together.” He replied thoughtfully, lifting your hand to his lips only to kiss each individual knuckle, “just thinking about how that almost didn’t happen…how I almost missed out on you!”

“You mean, how you stole me away from Evans?”

“This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”

“Pleased to meet you!” you smiled sweetly, shaking hands with a few other perspective superheroes as you indulged the mixer.

Sebastian was pissed.

He’d gotten ahold of the agency.

But when he’d asked for you, he’d been told that you had already entered into a contract with another star. When he tried to press them for a name, stating that he’d been the first one to turn in his paperwork, they reminded him that he’d chosen a different girl, chalking his comments up to no chemistry, and not the manager’s error.

But when he saw you walk in on Chris Evans’ arm, he felt his heart plummet.

Chris was fresh off of two Marvel movies, playing Johnny Storm in the Fantastic Four. He knew that Evans had more star power than he did, and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to get you even if he tried.

But then he saw the glimmer in your eye as Chris introduced everyone to you. And he felt the emotions. It was like some cheesy romantic comedy where everything slowed down, and it was like the two of you were the only ones in the room.

No one else mattered.

He shook your hand, just like everyone else, but both you and himself held some secret smile as the sparks flew between you.

“Sebastian…”

You felt your throat go dry as you merely nodded along, hoping that the star wouldn’t see through your charade.

“Nice to meet you!”

“You’re Chris’ girlfriend?” he asked, hinting subtly that he knew of something. But you gave him a polite smile and nodded. Sebastian’s gaze never wavered from you, “how long have the two of you been together?”

“Few months, right?” Evans lied.

You gave another sweet, albeit fake nod, but agreed with him, “feels like just yesterday we stumbled across each other while jogging.”

Another thing he knew that you hated.

“I remember you saying you two ran into each other, jogging.”

You frowned, remembering the night, “we didn’t really have a lot of time to dig into a backstory…and we didn’t think that someone would ask so many questions about our ‘relationship.’ Little did I know you were interested in me before he was.”

Sebastian smiled as he leaned down and kissed you softly.

He had seen right through you that night.

In an instant.

“You’re from the agency.”

You spun around so quickly, you nearly stumbled. But Sebastian was quick to catch you in his arms.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his arms wrapped low around your waist.

“S-Sebastian…” you whimpered softly, surprised at the man sneaking up on you in the powder room, “Wh-what are you doing here?”

“I tried calling again after that Marvel first round mixer,” he answered honestly, “said I knew Evans had you…I’ve been trying to see you again since then.”

“Sebastian-“

“Tell me that the kiss meant nothing that night,” he said quickly, his eyes searching yours, “tell me that when we snuck away from everyone and danced under the stars that it meant nothing…tell me that the kiss meant nothing and I’ll ju-“

“It meant everything…”

“It meant everything,” you whispered softly, knowing those three words would affect him even years after the first meeting, “you still mean everything to me…”

“Me,” he replied gently, his hand pulling away from your waist to rest lightly on your stomach, “and the baby?”

“Of course…and Noel will be here soon enough,” you reminded him, giving him a sweet look, “our little girl is due any day now…”

“And I couldn’t be happier!”

“I love you, Sebastian!”

“I love you too, (Y/N!)”

#25 days of christmas #everything #sebastian stan #one shot #1 shot

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Is this healthy or toxic? - Epilogue (part II)

Pairing: Changkyun x female OC

Genre: smut, fluff, angst, idol AU, I.M. x OC ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, soft drugs

Words: 4k

Epilogue of: Is this healthy or toxic?

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Chapter 2 - The First Rumor

The awards ceremony that both would attend was one of those celebrations in which the entire Korean press would be, its mission was one: not to miss a single detail of the night.

Naturally, Changkyun arrived with the rest of his members, they posed together, and after greeting several of their closest friends, they sat together.

For her part, even though Liv had entered with other renowned choreographers and even producers, the girl had become so close to her group that she went directly to greet them, and since Seventeen was not that far from Monsta X, I.M wasn't missing a single thing his girlfriend did.

"Changkyun" Shownu called when he noticed that the maknae was looking at Liv without any discretion. “You have ALL the cameras on you, control yourself.”

"I'm not doing anything, hyung."

"You haven't moved your gaze from Liv, anyone would notice."

Fortunately, Shownu did not have to say more, for a group of girls from their company was arriving and after greeting all the members, they talked a bit with them. Although there was no kind of romantic relationship between the members of Monsta X and Cosmic Girls, the fans had created rumors about practically everyone, particularly about I.M and another idol called Luda. However, until that night that had not been an issue for the rapper and his girlfriend, actually, they had barely talked about it since they both knew the truth; besides, Liv had also been the victim of gossips that didn't make sense, like all the ones she'd faced about her and Hoshi, even about her with other members of other groups she'd worked with.

During the afterparty, there weren't that many cameras, just a couple of authorized photographers so the guests could relax a little more. Even so, the entire industry was at that party and the rumors were precisely the most interesting thing of the night.

“Hey, but when did you finish that? I just brought it to you!” Hoshi said as he returned next to Liv. "Don't bother explaining, I got it." The dancer had looked in the same direction as Liv and understood what was going on the moment he saw Changkyun and Luda talking. “We can go to their table if that's what you want. You know… mark your territory.”

Olivia wasn't exactly a jealous woman, she more than anyone knew how much I.M loved her; however, Liv noticed how Luda had been looking for her boyfriend pretty much during the whole damn night, and it was something that was starting to annoy her. Liv tried to be as professional as possible, but she also had her limits, especially if someone tried to get into her relationship.

However, Hoshi's comment made the choreographer laugh. “Did you seriously just use that expression? You know I can't just show up there, there are too many people."

Just as Seventeen’s main dancer was trying to convince his friend to go put the other girl in her place, Wonwoo sat between the two.

"I want to leave." He commented sounding highly overwhelmed. "I just wanted to go to the bathroom, but I ended up running into people who I don't know who they are, but who said hello to me."

"Dude, what the fuck? You can't be that introverted your whole life." Hoshi reply.

"Leave him alone, he's not an attention seeker like you," despite Liv was intending to defend Wonwoo, she did not look at him, her eyes were fixed on her boyfriend. Not even when Hoshi demanded an apology did Liv pay attention.

“What's up, Liv? Is Hoshi already drunk and you're planning to change seats with someone else?” Wonwoo asked.

“I have nothing to do with this. Your friend and his fan girl are responsible.” He said pointing at I.M and Luda.

“Oh, come on! You can't be serious. They're nothing, I think there was no more than one date.”

"WHAT?" Liv asked loud enough for other members of Seventeen to look at her strangely. “Kyun told me that nothing happened!” Hearing that, Wonwoo covered his face with his hands, he had screwed up.

"Shit…"

"Wonwoo, explain yourself right now or Liv will make us all pay tomorrow with those practices where I can't even feel my legs," Hoshi begged.

“It was nothing, they just went to eat something. It was so insignificant that I don't remember when it happened." The rapper tried to explain while swallowing hard, the look of his choreographer was scary.

"See, Liv? That's why I tell you that you must go mark your territory!"

"And I told you I can't just show up!"

Feeling guilty for making everything worse, Wonwoo believed he could help. "Changkyun is my friend, everyone knows it, it won't be strange if we go say hello."

Liv thanked him because in a few moments she was already close to her boyfriend, who smiled tenderly at her. Totally different from how he had behaved towards Luda, I.M immediately pulled out a chair for Liv to sit in at the same time Wonwoo sat next to him.

"Well... just pretend I'm not there." Wonwoo said, but before turning around a bit, he tried to make his friend see his expression and understand that he had done something stupid.

"Hi, gorgeous." I.M greeted with his low voice. "You didn't tell me you would wear the dress that I gave you," he said practically in his girlfriend's ear.

"And you didn't tell you had dated Luda."

"What are you talking about, baby?" The rapper's question explained itself, as Wonwoo turned around to apologize and make I.M understand that it was his fault.

However, the couple knew they couldn't talk for long and the last thing they wanted was to argue, so they both tacitly agreed to stop the matter at least for the moment.

“How's everything so far? Those producers you were talking to are big fish."

“Now that you mention it, I was planning to tell you at home but... guess what." She teased with a mischievous smile. "Some of them were talking about your second album, they said they were expecting to get an invitation from you to work together.”

"Really?"

Probably on another occasion Changkyun would not have believed what his girlfriend said, he would have doubted his talent, but the time he spent working on himself, and the security that Liv transmitted to him, made him smile. Despite being proud of his work, he was still pretty shy, but Liv found it adorable to see his ears blush a little, it even managed to make her forget about the other girl.

"Of course! I told them that since I had already worked with you, I was sure that you would exceed their expectations."

Changkyun gawked at her, his gaze would tell anyone who saw them how much in love he was with Liv, but before losing his mind over her and taking her hand, someone interrupted them.

“Changkyun, let's go. Picture time.” Joon Hyung didn't just tell him that, he also waited beside I.M for him to stand up.

“Does it have to be now, hyung? They are photographing the girls.”

"You are next, let's go." He repeated.

I.M knew that the only thing the manager wanted was for him not to be sitting around talking to Liv. Joon Hyung was not entirely wrong, and Olivia knew it, she had already sensed several gazes on them. Therefore, she agreed with the man, and with a smile for her rapper, she got up first.

Fortunately, Kihyun was already walking toward the girl, which allowed I.M to go a bit calmer.

“Liv, Wonwoo, hi!” The singer greeted. "Are you already leaving?"

“We just came to say hello to Changkyun, but he had to leave because they had to take some shots of him,” Wonwoo explained.

"Pictures of him alone?" It wasn't normal for the managers to call a member apart, plus Monsta X had already been photographed together, hence, Kihyun looked for the maknae and found him posing with Luda. "I hope that photograph doesn't come to light, I'm done with rumors." Kihyun commented while Wonwoo looked at his choreographer out of the corner of his eye.

Despite being genuinely introverted, the Seventeen rapper tried hard to start a conversation that had nothing to do with I.M and his colleague. Fortunately for him, Jooheon approached with another member of Seventeen and the conversation was much more fluid.

**********

Finally, in the apartment, Changkyun had been playing with his cat while Olivia finished removing her makeup. "You looked stunning tonight." He commented taking the cat down so he could hug Liv in such a way that he rested his chin on her shoulder. "I like you better this way though." He said causing the girl to laugh a little. “Baby, about Luda, that was nothing. We are from the same company, I have known her for some time, and we have bumped into each other in the cafeteria.”

"Did you go on a date with her?"

“It was only once, and absolutely nothing happened. I would not even call it a date. I was not interested in dating, Liv, I was waiting for you. I know that we weren't together, but I trusted you would come back."

Olivia remembered Kihyun's words when she and Changkyun were just starting to date and her brother had warned her about what kind of person the youngest of the group was. Changkyun's nature was to give his soul and heart to the people he loved, and all the time together proved that to Liv. Without doubting her boyfriend, she closed to the rapper and, taking his hands, kissed them.

Running his thumb delicately over Olivia's lower lip, I.M smirked. “Were you seriously jealous? YOU jealous?

"No... I just don't like you to hide things from me and you hadn't told me that."

"Liv, you're terrible at lying! You're even worse than me," he said laughing.

“Yeah, right... You still get sensible when you see me talking to Hoshi. Now that I think about it, you get upset with all the dancers I work with!”

"Where do you get those ideas?"

"Last time I told you I was going to eat with Astro's members you made such a scene that I had to call Jooheon to calm you down."

"Bullshit..." He said lying down and stretching his arms in such a way that his shirt allowed Liv to admire his abs. "I could never be mad at you for hanging out with them, Jinjin is one of my best friends."

"Oh, the irony! Jinjin himself told me that you are ridiculously annoying and that you asked him not to let Moonbin get any closer than necessary." She responded by bringing her hand to her boyfriend's firm stomach. A light touch from Liv was enough for I.M to close his eyes and sigh.

“He was lying”

"Kyun, admit it, you're more jealous than me."

"Nope…"

“Okay, then I'm glad to hear that because today I got a juicy offer. I was offered to take over the choreography for Moonbin's solo debut. They also want me to appear with him in the video.”

"WHAT?"

The speed with which I.M opened his eyes and sat back up provoked Liv to cover her lips to keep from laughing. Being calm was I.M's thing, staying calm and not exaggerating any emotion was a typical characteristic of the rapper, so seeing him react like that was truly comical.

However, more important than his jealousy was his concern for Liv's health. "Why more work, Olivia? You’re already in charge of Seventeen, you also have that new group, and from time to time you work with Astro. I don't want to see you with a burn-out."

"Kyun, you know that I don't work alone, I have amazing dancers creating the choreographies with me."

"And what about your knee? Baby, you need that surgery."

It took Olivia a long time to convince Changkyun that her knee was fine and that the doctor had told her that she could still wait a little longer before surgery, for now, the therapies were enough. However, once she assured him that she could handle the workload, the jealousy returned.

"You could just do the choreography, why does he want you in the video?"

"It was not only a request of Moonbin." She clarified. "His company thought it would be a good idea, that way I wouldn't have to train anyone because I would know all the moves."

"Well, obviously it's a good idea, you're perfect." He mumbled crossing his arms.

When it came to spoiled boyfriends, Changkyun was the king of them. He was used to receiving all of Olivia's attention, so having to share it was something he hated. Even so, they had never argued about it, the rapper's claims used to be more tender than serious, and that was precisely what happened that night. Trying not to make the problem bigger, Changkyun mumbled, or rather, complained to his cat as he played with him and ignored what Liv was trying to tell him.

I.M agreed to pay attention to her until Olivia sat in front of him and cupped his face. "I haven't signed anything yet, they just offered it to me today at dinner. It could be a good opportunity, but if you don't..."

“You know what would be a better opportunity? That you appear with me in my next video.”

"Kyun, I'd love to, and you know I'd do it without thinking if it didn't mean a problem for your career."

“It wouldn't be so weird, Liv. You are a great choreographer, just as Moonbin wants you for his video, another singer could ask you for the same thing, and that could be me.”

“Do you really think we can hide what we feel for each other? Because I don't think so." She said playing with the rapper's dark hair.

"Maybe if they let me make love to you in the video, we wouldn't have a problem." He joked leaning close to Liv's neck and slowly spreading kisses. "Do it, take the opportunity. You're too good for people not to see you. BUT if he gets any closer than necessary, I'll kill him, Olivia." He warned before losing himself in the body of the choreographer.

**********

The next day while Changkyun slept, Liv got up, took a bath and when she was ready to go out, she came over to kiss her boyfriend's forehead, who was turning around looking for her and making unintelligible sounds. However, Olivia had already learned to decipher what I.M said in those moments in which it was impossible to know if he was asleep or not.

“Baby, don't you remember? I told you I'd have breakfast with Jules. When I get back, we'll go to my parents' house."

“Tell her hi,” he said hugging the pillow Liv used. "Don't come back late, I've missed you so much."

With a smile on her face, the girl left the apartment. Being so early, she managed to get quickly to where her friend was waiting for her. Jules had already ordered coffee for both of them, and knowing Liv so well, she had also ordered breakfast.

"Oh! I've never met someone more efficient. Ki doesn't know what I like to eat and Kyun spends hours looking at the menu, even if we go to the same places and order the same thing, I swear he always does it."

"I figured you wouldn't have much time, you told me you're leaving town today."

"Yes, I'm desperate to do it."

Just as Julianne was about to reply to her friend, she was checking something on her cell phone, in fact, she was about to block it when she saw a picture that had just been uploaded. Her first instinct was to read the news, but if there was anyone who would be interested, it was Liv, since it was about her boyfriend.

"Liv, did you see the picture they took of Changkyun from yesterday?"

"What are you talking about?"

Jules handed over her cell phone and Liv even felt her stomach churn with anger at seeing I.M with Luda, and it wasn't just that, but also the title of the news, which hinted that they were both dating.

“Yesterday we talked about this…” Liv said with a sigh. “Apparently they went out once, he says nothing happened between them and I believe him, but she won't leave him alone. Jules, she chased him all night.”

“If she's bothering you, I can handle it. I can totally take care of this, in fact, I promise I'll scare her so much that she'll never come near her again."

Olivia laughed because she knew that her friend was capable of doing it, since the first time Jooheon introduced Jules to Liv, the dancer knew how brave she was.

“It's not that simple, and it's not just about her. I.M wants to make our relationship public.”

"And you don't want the same?"

“Of course I do! But I’m worried about what this might bring to his image. Can you imagine how people would react if they find out about you and Jooheon?”

“But we're not engaged, Liv, you are. You should be able to plan your wedding in peace and enjoy all of that properly.”

“I know it, and believe me, I want to do it too, but I’d like us to first think about how to do everything. The managers don’t like me very much, and I don't blame them, it hasn't been easy to deal with all this.”

"Fuck them! It's your relationship, not theirs."

Liv's jaw dropped at hearing her friend speak that way. Julianne used to be so polite and discreet that it wasn't common to hear her say things like that, but the girl was right, Monsta X managers didn't have to own that much control over the members and their private lives.

After a while, Liv also told her friend about the video with Moonbin and her boyfriend's reaction.

"Well, then there are several things to control, first that bitch, second your boyfriend's jealousy, third, Moonbin's dirty hands in that video, and fourth the noses that managers want to stick in everything."

"Jules, what's up with you today?" Liv asked laughing a lot and deciding that the best thing would be to change the matter or her friend would go to fight with the first person she found on the street. “Let’s talk about museums, paintings, and those things you like.”

*********

A few days after returning from Olivia's parents' house, Monsta X had a photo shoot. Liv had rushed in to watch the session, with all due caution, of course. The choreographer had stayed behind with Hyungwon, Jooheon, and Kihyun while the photographers worked with the maknae.

"Look at him, anyone who sees those pictures would think he's a badass." Jooheon joked.

"Badass, yeah right! We're talking about the same kid who was crying all over the place because Liv left him."

"Ki, don't be rude!" The girl said hitting him in the arm. “But you're right about something, Kyun is not like that. Do you want to see something funny?”

Kihyun, Jooheon, and Hyungwon saw Liv's mischievous look and nodded right there.

Being very careful not to be seen, Olivia took off the mask she was wearing, and moving a little from where she was, she placed herself in a spot where I.M. could see her. Once she had her boyfriend's attention, the girl winked at him and blew him a kiss. That was enough for Changkyun to turn so red that they had to fix his makeup countless times. In addition, when it was his turn to pose with the decoration that was next to him, he threw everything else on more than one occasion.

While that was happening, Jooheon, Kihyun, and Hyungwon laughed with Liv. For the guys, Changkyun would always be the baby of the group, and for Olivia, there was no one more adorable than him.

“Oh, look at him! He's finally smiling!" Hyungwon commented. “Since his photo with Luda came out, he has been more serious than usual.”

“Yes, dealing with Joon Hyung and Deok Joon has been somewhat chaotic,” Jooheon said as Kihyun nodded.

"I asked him to ignore that."

"Well, he didn't listen to you, little sister, he ordered that they clarify all those rumors immediately."

"I.M’s right, he has nothing to do with that girl, he is engaged to Liv, he doesn't have to put up with being related to someone else."

"Hyungwon, you know how this industry works, the rumors never stop even if the companies speak out," Jooheon said.

"Well, they could do better, I.M had every right to demand that clarification, now everyone's talking about it." Seeing Liv's face, Hyungwon placed his hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. “You don't have to feel bad, none of this is your fault and I want you to know that we all support your boyfriend. Shownu himself asked Deok Joon to help, after all, he's the most approachable. But he didn't get anything, he said to ignore this gossip and it will pass soon."

"It surprises me that this photograph was leaked, the guy who took it didn't sell it to anyone, there's evidence of that." Jooheon said.

“Do you think it was Luda? Her popularity went up quite a bit after that.” Kihyun mentioned.

"Changkyun should investigate more, what's more, not even him, Starship should take care of this and not allow the rumors to continue," Hyungwon said starting to get annoyed.

"After what happened with Wonho, are you still optimistic?" Kihyun asked ending the conversation because I.M was already walking towards them and his ears were still so red that it made everyone laugh.

“That wasn't funny, Liv! I was lousy in all the photographs.”

"You looked more handsome than ever!" Liv was controlling herself not to hug him, for the couple had the eyes of Joon Hyung and Deok Joon fixed on them.

“When you are recording your video, I swear I'll come and do the same to you.”

"It won't work, I don't embarrass myself so easily." She said winking at the same time that Changkyun imitated her and Kihyun looked at them feeling ashamed.

“How old are you two, fifteen? Behave.” Said the singer separating them.

*********

The creation of the choreography for Moonbin as well as the video shooting happened extremely quickly. Since Liv had worked with the idol before and knew how good dancer he was, it didn't take long for her to teach him the moves. As for the video recordings, I.M accompanied her but stayed on the sidelines with Jinjin, who continuously told him to relax and stop being so jealous. The video was very sexy and in several shots the closeness between Liv and Moonbin was more than Changkyun could tolerate. However, he controlled himself because I.M knew that it was a unique opportunity for Liv, and it really was, as soon as the video came out, many people were talking not only about the idol but also about her.

The collaboration had been so successful that Kihyun insisted on celebrating his sister and thus organized a dinner. However, there was a moment in which I.M just disappeared. It had been a long time since Liv had been alone with the boys and Jules, but her boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.

After apologizing to Minhyuk, since he was the one she was talking to at the time, the girl left the apartment, thinking that maybe I.M was in the garden, but there she only found Wonho and Shownu.

“Liv! What are you doing here? You are the star of the night.” Wonho said hugging her affectionately. “We were about to enter again.”

"I was looking for Kyun, have you seen him?"

"The last time I saw him, he told me he was going to get something out of the car." Shownu replied.

Even though the car was tinted, Olivia only had to get a little closer to discover that her boyfriend was arguing with someone. She heard almost nothing because the windows and doors were closed, but from the look on his face and the way he moved his hands, it was clear how furious he was.

It wasn't until Liv knocked on the door that Changkyun noticed her presence and seeing her there, he ended the call and tried to calm down before getting out of the car.

"Baby, what's up?" She asked hugging him as soon as he was close. The tension that the rapper had could be felt just by brushing his shoulders. "Did you argue with Deok Joon again?"

“Let's not talk about this, it's your night, we're celebrating." He kissed her forehead, but before he could leave, Liv took his hand, and just looking at him made him apologize. It wasn't that easy for Changkyun to forget about his bad communication habits, so sometimes he needed a little more help. “I want to clear up this whole Luda thing, I don't want any more rumors. And if my managers don't do it, then I will."

"It's just a photograph."

"Baby, you were the first to clarify that there was absolutely nothing between you and Hoshi when the rumors started a long time ago, you understand how I feel, so why don't you let me...?"

“It's not about giving you authorization, Kyun, I just want you to think things through. But if you want to do it, I'll support you.”

I.M was silent for a moment, but then he looked at his girl and put his arms around her. Taking advantage of the closeness, he spoke into her ear. “I'm not going to do it just because it could affect you. I don't want them to talk about you, or persecute you."

“I can take it.”

“I know, but I don't want you to do that, at least not yet. Let's talk about this later, it's your night."

The couple was entering the room when they found a scene they had NEVER seen before. Everyone, absolutely all his friends were silent and too serious, all looking at a cell phone.

"What's going on?" Changkyun asked.

“Better sit down…” Jooheon said.

To be continued... 🐱

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Collide-Justin Herbert-14

A/N. Before this chapter starts I want to say I only own my Characters. The LA Chargers, their employees are real people. The gossip is for storylines only. I don't know their stories in reality. This is my story and doesn't reflect their real lives. Thank you.

"Alright, we got everything?" Sara yawned and nodded her head as she got in the car. It was 2am and Justin wanted to be at his parents by the afternoon. She could understand he didn't get to see his family very often during the season and he was excited. Despite the fact that she was exhausted, his happiness rubbed off on her.

Everything was packed up. Nova was asleep in her carrier, still on a high after the catnip she was given. They began the eight hour drive. Justin's phone was navigating, even though he insisted he knew where he was going.

She loaded up on snacks. She packed protein bars, cookies, an uncrustable and Capri suns. (Justin busted out laughing when he saw that one.) He was a bit annoyed when she made him stop at the twenty four hour dunkin donuts. (She placed an order ahead and ran inside in disguise to get it) however the stop was in handy as he sipped the coffee she got him and ate some of the sandwich.

"Just let me know when you want to switch." Justin rolled his eyes. "Babe, I did this drive all by myself. I'm fine. Also be careful of the liquids, we are going to be hitting a long stretch with no rest stop."

"It's dark, I'll just pee on the side of the road." He sighed. "That's fine. I got my water bottle if I need to go." Sara wrinkled her nose up in disgust. "Ewww boys." He laughed. "Hey its extremely effective."

She used the car's Bluetooth to play some music. He didn't have any preferences so she put on Lord Huron. While listening to "meet me in the city" she told him about her upcoming projects with the band. He was genuinely interested in hearing about what she had planned.

Justin felt bad about not paying attention in the past. Truth was he was all science and sports. Yes he watched movies, but he never really thought about the background of what went into it. Sara explaining her being behind the camera and coming up with ideas. It was fascinating.

"I had no idea you selected the music for the scenes of your show. That's awesome." He smiled, proud of his girl. "I'm going to be honest though. I have never seen a single episode. So I don't understand it."

Sara was a little hurt. "Well it's about college kids coming together after leaving their small town, conservative neighborhoods. You know, coming of age. I'm shocked you haven't seen an episode. Have you heard of it at least?" He nodded. "We have to watch it together."

"Oh no I don't watch anything I'm in. Unless I have to, like a movie premiere that's it. I'll never see it again." He looked at her as he signaled to get on the expressway. "Why?"

"I am my worst critic, I cringe when I see myself." She shrugged. "I guess going back to my high-school days where I would do plays and then my family would critique me."

Justin never thought of it that way. He was forced to watch his old games to go over mistakes he made. He didn't care for it, but it was part of the game. It brought him to another thought. "Well on the topic of your family." He began. "You never talk about yours really."

"I love my immediate family. But I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a disappointment."

"Thats ridiculous. You are more successful than them combined." He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

Sara nodded. "I guess, but my family is very businesslike, very Wall street. My dad is a CEO of Lincoln Financial, an investment company. My mom is an economics professor at the local community College. My oldest sister Katie is a financial advisor along with her husband. Middle one Brittany is a lawyer, same as her husband. Alyssa is a stay at home mom. But she has her degree in Pre law, and then there's me."

"You have a degree in psychology though."

Sara sighed. "So did Katie, but my dad made her go to business school because he didn't see any potential in it. When I told my dad I was going to do psychology in high school, he was mad. But hoping I would use it for pre med and pre law. When I told him it was a backup because I wanted to be in the entertainment industry my parents agreed that they wouldn't pay for it. Not a dime. They covered my sisters tuition and dorm fully,but not me. It hurts, I think they feel bad about doubting that. But they never said anything to me."

She smiled. "They have my back and are very supportive. But I don't know, I feel left out sometimes. They were all very athletic and involved, whereas I hated playing sports. I hated being put out there at something I wasn't good at. It wasn't until I joined theater in middle school that I found my niche. My parents rarely went to my plays, usually because it fell around nationals for Alyssa cause she was in dance.

"Not to be rude, but I don't really consider dancing a sport." Justin shrugged his shoulders. "What about aunts and uncles?"

She rolled her eyes. "My aunt is the fucking worst. Always cuts me up when no one is around. She will Make sure to remind me I'll never be good enough like my sisters or small like them" He looked at her questioningly. "I'm the tallest, and the largest in body frame. It pisses her off that her oldest isn’t in show business because she’s prettier.”

Justin was mad. "Fuck them. You don't need them." He grabbed her hand. He noticed she was shaking. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"It's fine, we had to talk about it eventually." Speaking of which, she had to talk to him about leaving in January. That would be a topic when they got home, she decided. Wanting to get off sad topics she smiled. "I hope your mom has all the baby books out."

He groaned and she laughed. "As soon as I told her you were coming my dad texted me and said she was in the crawl space digging them out." She giggled. "Aww come on you were probably the cutest kid. She pinched his cheeks. "Baby Justin with the chubby cheeks oh my god." He smiled and blushed. "Stop it."

She laughed. "So it's your mom, dad, and Patrick right?" He nodded. "Yes, Mitch is in New York in med school. Funny though you took a picture with his girlfriend when you were in New York."

"Really? Wow what a small world." He smiled. After a minute he asked. "Did you tell your family about us?"

There it was. He was worried if more people knew. "Don't worry, I didn't say anything." She said.

He furrowed his eyebrows. It actually hurt to know that her parents didn't know anything. "May I ask why?"

"Well for starters I know you don't want many people to know about us so I just didn't say Justin understood the first part. He did value his privacy, but he didn't realize how much his comments hurt Sara. "It's not that I don't want people to know. I'm okay with close friends. It's just when it gets revealed to the public I know things will change." He thought back to his and Bella's conversation. "You have to give me time to adjust." She turned towards him, surprised. "Really?"

"Yes. Sara I really like you and see this going somewhere. I think it's time we discussed going forward. I don't see this as a casual fling."

She smiled and grabbed his hand, kissing it "I see this going somewhere too." He smiled. "I'm glad."anything. Also my family is very overwhelming. The moment I say I'm seeing someone they will be on the first plane to Cali to grill you. Then the others will know and I'm not going to subject you to scrutiny."

She was quiet for a moment

"Can I confess something?" He looked at her. "I thought you were just going to be a fling."

He was surprised. "Really?" She nodded. "I kinda swore off dating for a while. Then I saw you at the wedding and thought you were cute and tall." She laughed. "I approached you thinking it was going to be a one night stand thing. But then I just chickened out and called you for a date."

He laughed. "Well I'm honored. Can I be honest as well? I wasn't going to call at all, I was too intimidated." She busted out laughing. "I knew, that's why I called you."

They laughed together. "That was really bold of me. I thought for sure you would go for someone like me."

"What makes you say that?"

She almost said it. It was on the tip of her tongue. She chickened out again. " Well don't pro athletes usually go for skinny blonde girls?" She noticed his hesitation. "I'm going to be honest, I've just always ended up with blondes. But I like brunettes as well. I got a gorgeous one right next to me." She cooed.

She was happy, this was the most honest conversation they ever had since their relationship. It was progress, and while Sara could admit that she was toxic in the way that she never really injected herself in his hobbies she felt really guilty over invading his privacy. She had no reason not to trust him. He was with her almost twenty four seven. There was no reason to suspect him cheating his own teammate backed him up.

A teammate she was stringing along.

As on cue her phone buzzed and it was Joey.

Hey

It was four in the morning. What could he want? Her read receipts were on unfortunately. Still she decided to ignore it

She looked at Justin, she needed a distraction. "You know what I'm most excited for?" She asked

"Hmm."

"To see your childhood bedroom."

"Why?"

"I don't know, because of the memories you have tied to it. Where you had your struggles, how you celebrated the highs and dealt with the lows. Photos of your friends and family. Also I'm sure you have jerseys hung up. I want to thank you for trusting me with that "

He smiled. "I'm happy to reveal it to you. I know I'm not the most open guy and I struggle with feelings, but this is important to me, you're important to me."

Sara's heart was going to burst with joy and love. "Well technically I got the hard part over, I met your parents." He laughed. "Yeah now you get to meet my youngest brother. Which is easy, he's a pain in the ass though. I'm sure he would say the same for me."

"What would he have to say about you?"

Justin laughed. "That I beat up on him a Lot, which I did when I was younger. Also I was a neat freak."

"You still are, you got me containers for my makeup and toiletries to keep them separate."

He rolled his eyes. "Okay? And you find what you're looking for faster." She was silent for a moment. "Okay, point taken."

Another couple hours went by with some playful bickering about the music. (He joked that her music was depressing and she said he had the taste of a dad going through a mid life crisis.) They settled into a comfortable silence. Finally Sara saw the 'Welcome to Oregon' sign. She squeezed his hand tighter.

It was nice to see the change. Even though they just crossed the border she noticed Justin looked more relaxed than he had the past couple of weeks. She knew how stressed he was, so she hoped he could truly relax and reset, seek comfort in his family. The weather changed to dark and dreary. "I love it" She said.

"What?' She blushed as she realized she spoke her thoughts out loud. "This weather. I love it, perfect weather to be in bed, reading a book, sleeping. Or making love."

They came to a red light and he glanced at her. "my house in Oregon isn't as glamorous as LA. But I love it "

"Justin because I'm a Hollywood actress doesn't mean I have people waiting on me hand and foot. I don't need fancy things, my house is pretty modest for LA isn't it?"

He nodded "yes. I'm sorry. I don't mean it offensively. My idea of Hollywood starlets is completely different." He paused. "Still can't believe I met Bella Hadid." She laughed. "Crazy isn't it? When she was up and coming I was still in my college dorm."

"Yeah and I was starting at Oregon." She felt bad. This is his trip for him, and she wanted this to be about him. This territory was for his stories to tell.

It was still a bit before they hit Eugene, but Sara was already in love. It was gorgeous and the scenery was perfect. The fall really brought that out, completely atmosphere from the busy Los Angeles. Justin looked at Sara as she took in the sights. As they were on the road she offered to switch many times, as they initially agreed to share the driving responsibilities. But Justin had no intention of doing that. He wanted her to take in the scenery, and he had done this drive many times by himself.

Plus this made him feel like a man, driving his girl to locations. He loved that he was so much bigger than her. He loved that she comforted him during hard times, that she validated his feelings. Everything about her was perfect. He loved watching her get ready in the morning. He loved that she was the first person he spoke to in the morning and the last one he spoke to before he fell asleep

It was in that moment he realized he loved everything about her

He loved Sara Christine Wozniak.

The realization hit him so hard that he didn't start driving until the car behind them honked and startled them both. Embarrassed, he began driving while Sara laughed at him. She was scrolling instagram and decided to post photos she took in LA the other day while out. Just in case she had to cover her tracks.

It's a good thing she did.

Twitteruser: My dad just saw Justin Herbert in Oregon! Looks like he's taking a break

I would need a break from Lombardis offense.

Probably re enrolling in OSU to play ball there.

Was he with anyone?

Twitteruser: he said there was someone in the seat next to him. Looked like a girl with dark hair, had a baseball cap on.

Are you sure it was him? I thought he was dating that blonde reporter.

Twitteruser: yeah long hair, silver Porsche with the Oregon plate. He said he couldn't get a look at the girl, who was very secretive.

He probably has a secret girlfriend and is using Taylor as a cover up

Twitteruser7: what a player.

Yeah dude needs to focus on ball and not pussy.

On Tumblr.

Anon message : have you seen this? [Link to tweet] interesting. I like the theory that he has a secret girlfriend she probably lives in Oregon

Interesting anon. However we don't know if this is legit. Let's not make this a thing and go through all of his followers with dark hair and message them.

Anon2: what are your thoughts?

I'm not going to add any fuel to the fire. I have my own opinions but he's a twenty four year old guy having fun. I'm thrown for a loop cause I was pretty sure I knew who he was seeing, and it wasn't a brunette.

Anon: Maybe it's Sara?

I know for sure it isn't Sara Wozniak. She was posting photos of Los Angeles. I can't see them together. Sorry. Now unless there's photo evidence I really don't want to talk about this.

Anon: great another girl to add to the list for these crazies to stalk. He's home, maybe it's a fucking relative.

True, he has plenty of female relatives with dark hair. I'm surprised he went home though, he told the media he was just going to treat it like any other week.

Anon: he didn't want any scrutiny. He needs to reset and I feel that this is good for him. See family and recharge, glad to see he has a support team.

Yes this will be a good mental reset before next week.

Sara’s anxiety began to spike as Justin got off the main roads and turned on a residential street. She could see Autzen stadium in the distance and smiled thinking of how Justin played there.

"we're going to my house first to drop off our stuff. Maybe get a nap in." He yawned and saw it was 11am. He looked over at Sara. "That sound good?"

"That's perfect. We would have gotten here a lot faster If I drove." She teased. He was a rule follower, only going the max five over.

"Okay hun, and you had how many speeding tickets?"

She huffed. "Only two and the cops in Pennsylvania are jerks. I was running late for school." He laughed as he pulled into his driveway. She took in the sight, it was alot smaller than his home in California, but it was nice, and homey. Perfect home for a family to grow in. They pulled into the garage and once the door was closed He jumped out and opened the door for her. She grabbed Nova’s carrier and litter box and made sure to set it up as soon as he unlocked the door.

They had a brief back and forth about the bags. (She reminded him he was still injured.,) and they settled in. "I'm going to assume you have nothing." She opened the fridge and was surprised when it was fully stocked with everything. Justin smiled. "My mom stocked up on everything when I told her we were coming. Also Patrick uses this place when his girlfriend comes to visit." She nodded in understanding before she unpacked everything in his room. It was a similar setup to Los Angeles. Once that was done she smiled as she took in the photos. He had his trophies, memories of his time at University of Oregon. There was one trophy she was memorized by.

"Thats the Campbell trophy." Justin came up behind her and caressed her shoulders. "It's awarded to the most academic athlete."

Sara leaned into his embrace. "You're so smart. Tell me something, I found an article that said you were looking into med school if the NFL didn't work out."

"That's crap. People assumed that because of Mitch. I didn't really want that. I probably would have been a biology teacher like my dad. I was a teacher's assistant and I really liked that."

"Hmm so you would have been the hot guy sitting next to the professor. I would have tried to hook up with you?" He smiled. "You would?"

She laughed. "Naw this was at college. I would have stared at you like a weirdo and stalked your social media."

"Jokes on you, I didn't have social media. Plus we probably wouldn't have had any classes together." Acknowledging the two year age gap." Sara nodded. "When you were at UCLA did you attend any football games?"

Sitting on the bed she thought about it. "Yes, my roommate freshman year was dating someone on the football team so I went. But I wasn't really interested, so I went to a party with the team. Told one of the guys I wanted to be an actress and he laughed before he tried to fuck me."

Justin sat next to her. "What happened?"

"As soon as the show took off he was in my DMs, he also told the press that I fucked him and was a 'wild animal in bed'

"Asshole."

"I mean what are you going to do? My friends stood up for me, it was a back and forth on twitter. I don't want to talk about that though " She laid on the bed. "I want to take a nap and maybe have a snack later. Then we will meet everyone."

He began to strip off his clothes, "that sounds like a good plan to me." Sara followed suit, and when they were stripped down to their underwear they crawled underneath the covers. Justin pulled Sara to him. Content and relaxed, they fell asleep, ready to enjoy their mini vacation.

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It was 2 o'clock when she woke up to an empty bed, slipping on her glasses, she sat up and stretched. She heard commotion in the kitchen? She heard voices, however it wasn't Holly or Mark's.

"Bro I'm sorry I didn't know you were here already."

"Shh you're gonna wake her up." She knew Justin's voice.

"Who?"

"My girlfriend, dipshit. Besides, don't you have practice or something?"

The unrecognizable voice. "Well you get certain perks when your team has a winning record, you remember that don't you?"

"Shut up?"

"Wait a second, girlfriend? When the fuck did this happen?"

"Four months."

"Mom and dad know?

She could tell her boyfriend was irritated. "Yes they know they met her when they visited LA. So does Mitch too."

Wait, Mitch knows? That was news to her, in a good way. But he never mentioned that.

"So you're telling me you just show up here with a girl that the whole family knows about except me? Well dude I want to meet her!"

"Not now! When she wakes up and gets ready we will be over Mom and Dad's for dinner!"

A laugh. "Oh so you had to break in the bed first huh? Ceremonial first girl in the house."

She heard a slap and then an "ow" following. She stifled a laugh, knowing how red Justin probably was. "Shut up Patrick."

Oh so that was Patrick, the youngest of the Herbert brothers. She should have figured that out. She wanted to go out there and meet him but not like this. It was best to pretend she was still sleeping.

"Well you're in luck cause Carly surprised me as a late birthday gift."

She heard the panic in Justin's voice. "She's here? You didn't tell me she was here. I wasn't planning for that."

"I know, that's why I said surprise genius. She got here last night."

"Well, she isn't coming tonight is she?"

"Uh yeah she's staying with me. You never had an issue with her being over. What's the deal?" Oh he was worried about her knowing. God forbid one more person knew about them.

Anger flared up inside of her, but then she thought rationally. She was a big Star, and if someone blew their cover that was it. However, she would think Patrick's girlfriend would be trustworthy.

The rest of their conversation turned to Oregon games. They had come off of a win vs UCLA so there was a lot of trash talking on Pat's end. Once he had left she heard Justin head towards the room and she quickly laid back down and closed her eyes, pretending to sleep. She heard him enter and felt the bed move. His large arm wrapped around her stomach. He kissed her cheek. "I know you're not asleep." She could hear the smile. She steadied her breathing, putting on the performance of a lifetime. "You can pull that with anyone else but you can't with me. You don't like to sleep on your back." Still, she persisted.

His finger slid down her side, creeping up on her side, he moved towards her arm Pitt and she held her breath. One night he discovered her weakness that she was extremely ticklish and used that to his advantage. Of course he was going to use it here and she felt his hand move off of her and she thought she was in the clear, but to no avail as he went to the other spot which was her neck. He began to poke at the sides of her neck. Her lips moved, then she gave up and began laughing really hard. Justin joined in. "Gotcha!" He kept up the antics and Sara tried shoving him away. "Jerk! That's not fair." He kissed her.

"How long have you been up?"

"Long enough to know Pat came." He rolled his eyes. "You can ignore him, he's an ass." She smiled and kissed him, he responded. Soon enough their tongues were battling for dominance. Of course he had to win. He grabbed her neck and she moaned. The kiss was broken "so, if you want." Justin breathed. "I never gave you a tour of the house."

"I want a tour of something else." She reached underneath his shirt. He grabbed her hands and held them to her sides. "I think the house tour is more important." The smile on her face told her everything. Jerk was teasing her. "Besides, patience is a virtue." He got off the bed and motioned for her to follow him. Upon stealing one of his shirts she followed him.

He took his sweet time explaining each room, how each appliance worked. She tried so hard to pay attention when he would go into detail explaining something significant that happened to him or a memory. It was hard to focus when he looked delicious. She had known before the conversation with Patrick he must have showered cause she noticed his hair was wet. Also he was shirtless, a massive weakness for her and he knew it. Again, what a jerk. Justin took her into the basement and she gasped. It was a guy setup with a bar, a pool table, a video game setup with a big television. That wasn't what grabbed Sara’s attention, there was a piano in the corner collecting dust. She noticed he was looking at her. "I didn't know you played."

"I don't. I bought it for decoration from my buddy. You play?" She nodded. "One of the first things my parents enrolled me in. I always thought it was such a beautiful instrument. My brother in law plays too." She walked over and ran her hands over the keys. "Have you thought about taking lessons?" He shrugged. "Not really. It's just for decoration.

"Such a shame, I think you would look hot. If you want I can show you some basics." He smiled. "I'd like that a lot." He walked towards her. "You want to see the backyard. "

"You got a swing set?" He raised his eyebrows. "A swing set?"

"Or a hammock?" He shook his head no. "Come on Herbert!"

"What? I only grill in my backyard, and it's not hot enough for a pool." He smirked. "I do have a hot tub. Which Patrick uses for recovery."

"Really Justin? You should have told me! I didn't pack any swimwear!"

"That shouldn't stop you. I mean, we can just skinny dip." She turned to see the mischievous smile on his face. "Hmm I don't know. I'm saving myself for marriage."

He busted out laughing. "Yeah okay. You call what you did something a virgin would do?"

"I'm a woman of many talents." He let out a "hmph" sound and grabbed her hand to lead her back upstairs. Once they reached the top of the stairs Sara thought about the time they needed to be at his parents house. "I should start getting ready."

"It's only three we got a couple of hours."

"Thank God I made those cookies yesterday."

"You know my parents wouldn't care if you brought something or not."

"And I told you this before Italians never show up empty handed." She thought about that comment she made to Joey. While Justin and Patrick were talking, she saw he had messaged her a couple times wishing her a good trip and to let him know how it goes. She wasn't going to respond to him. "I need to get ready." Before Jusgin could respond she went back to the room and began sorting through her bags to find her makeup. Once she did she plugged in her curling iron. Her hair wasn't due for a washing but she felt her body did, so she quickly did once over in the shower and got out. It was nice and cool in the room, so she decided to just get ready naked.

She was doing skincare when Justin walked in. He was enjoying the view of her bent over the bathroom counter. Their eyes met in the mirror and she knew the look on his face. "Justin, no we do not have time. I need to get ready."

He leaned against the doorframe. "It's not going to take you the whole two hours to get ready. I only need ten minutes." She pushed out of the way to grab something from her bag and he followed her like a lost puppy. "Baby."

"Justin, not now. Once we stop we won't be able to stop." He smirked. "I could just say you're too tired from the trip." She rolled her eyes smiling. "You can't wait a couple of hours? Patience is a virtue." She used his words against him. He groaned. "Damn it Sara." She laughed and shooed him out the room so she could get ready in peace.

He sat on the bed and watched her routine as she applied her skincare. As much as he fussed about her doing the facial on him, he secretly loved it. "We can do another facial night if you want."

"I knew you would love the skincare routine!" She called. He couldn't resist and smirked. "Who said anything about skincare." She whipped around and playfully glared at him. "Oh I have a dirty mouth huh? You got photos of me with your baby gravy on my face."

He wrinkled his face. "Well I'm not turned on anymore. What I meant was you could sit on my face." He noticed she stopped her makeup application. Justin smirked as the tables turned. She glared at him. "I know what you're trying to do and it's not working." She looked down at her phone. "Times are ticking. I don't want to be late."

"Okay I'm done." He took out his phone and began to browse instagram. "Hey Sara, do you have a personal account on Instagram?"

"Yes, it's ChristopherW14. He typed it in and found it. The profile was locked, and it showed a picture of a guy overlooking the sunset. "Who is this?"

Her makeup was done and she was spraying something on her face. "It's a random picture I found on Google. So far no one has detected it being me. It's a I don't even follow it on my page " He hit the request, and a few seconds later her phone buzzed with the notification. She accepted it and headed into the room to get dressed. It was cool, so she decided on some light jeans and a gray t-shirt with a checkered sweater. She looked at Justin who was in his usual Nike attire. It was him, it was charming. He noticed her stare and he was self conscious. "What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. You look good." He blushed. "Stop, I feel like a slob compared to you." She walked up to him and stood on her tippy toes to kiss shit chin. "I would still smash." He smirked. "Gave you the opportunity, but noooo you said we will be late. My parents are down the block." She rolled her eyes and went to grab her purse. "Let's go". He led her to the garage and she was confused before she could ask if they could just walk. She remembered he didn't want the neighbors to notice. While he was not a big star in Los Angeles, he was a big celebrity here.

She couldn't help but laugh though as he backed out of his driveway and pulled into his parents driveway in less than two seconds. Their home was set up exactly like Justin's, except there were female touches to let her know that his mother was there. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door and Sara took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves

The first thing she noticed was a large black dog bounding towards her at full speed. Before Justin could yell or stop the dog she found herself on her ass and laughed as the dog excitedly sniffed and barked while his paws where on his shoulder.

"DYLAN!" Holly rounded the corner as Justin grabbed the dog's collar to pull him off of his girlfriend. "Oh my god I'm so sorry he gets so excited around new people." Sara got off the ground. "It's okay, I love dogs. He's a good boy." She scratched his tail and that calmed him down. Once he recognized Justin he was excited and began whimpering and trying to jump on him. "Yeah now you noticed me. Miss you buddy." Justin patted the dog. "Pat must have forgotten to lock him up "

"What kinda dog is he?"

"Lab mixed with Pyrenees." Holly and Sara embraced. "So nice to see you again."

"Same to you. I love your house." It was warm and inviting. You could tell a loving family lived there. "Oh thank you, Mark is outside finishing up lawn work. He does these things at the silliest times. Come on, everyone else is in the kitchen." The young couple followed Holly as they entered. Sara could see Patrick and a blonde woman, their backs facing her.

Patrick turned around, and as soon as he made eye contact with Sara he froze. It was comical really.

"Pat what's wron-" the woman who was presumed to be Carly, turned around and froze. Shock flooded both of their system as they came face to face with the woman who was on the big screen and their TV screens

Sara was used to this reaction, however coming from someone she was trying to impress was a bit nerve wracking " she smiled awkwardly and waved. "Hi I'm Sara." She addressed Justin's brother first. "You must be Patrick." She held out her hand for him to shake. "It's really nice to meet you." Carly snapped out her daze first and grabbed her hand. "Oh wow! It's nice to meet you! Wow, um Patrick told me Justin was seeing someone but… wow." Sara had to laugh. "I'm so sorry, we are just a little star struck right now. Aren't we?" She hit Pat in the ribs with her elbow and he suddenly remembered where he was. "Oh yeah where are my manners? I'm so sorry! Hi I'm Pat." He shook her hand. He looked at Justin. "How the hell did you land her?"

"Patrick!" Holly slapped him on the shoulder. "I'm sorry Sara, I wish Mitch was here, he is the less obnoxious one out of these two." Justin feigned hurt. "Hey now don't lump me in with Patrick"

Carly rolled her eyes. "You are both idiots. Even Mitch has his moments. You can ask Isobel." They were interrupted when Mark came in the back door. "Oh you guys arrived. Hello Sara. I'd hug you but I got to shower first." She smiled. "That's okay, good to see you again Mr. Herbert " "It's Mark remember" He winked. Patrick interrupted.

"Wow so this is why you guys didn't say anything. Well welcome. Sorry I acted a little off putting, it's not everyday my brother brings home a movie Star, or a girl for that matter." Sara laughed, and her fears sorta melted away. So far The rest of the Herbert family was cool, and if Mitch was like this, then that would be a breeze.

"Holly, do you need help with anything?" Sara set the container of cookies down (which almost were crushed by the massive dog) rounding the corner she could see Holly was sautéing vegetables. "No thank you Sweetie. Everything is almost done." As on cue the oven beeped. She put on the oven mitts and opened the oven to reveal a small turkey. Justin saw it as well. "Gosh mom, I didn't realize it was thanksgiving." He joked

She put the turkey on the counter. "Oh stop it, it's rare to have you home so I thought it would make it special." Patrick smiled. "See? And Mitch isn't here. Obviously we are the favorite sons."

"I never said that." Mark came downstairs, hair wet from the shower. "Looks good babe," He kissed Holly, and Sara smiled. They reminded her of her parents and how they interacted. She noticed Justin looking at her and they met eyes and smiled.

Holly finished up the sides and announced to everyone that they can fill their plates. Mark carved the turkey while everyone helped themselves. They took their seats and began eating. Sara had to say, the food was delicious and she complimented Holly on it. Conversation was flowing and she loved it. It felt like family. It felt like home.

"I'm sorry I have to ask. How on earth did you two meet?" Carly looked between her and Justin. "He is the most shy guy I've ever met. When I came over for the first time. He was just in his room, barely said hi. I thought he hated me."

"I was preparing for the rose bowl! I was really focused. Justin defended himself. "Anyways. We met at Joe Grant's wedding in July."

"Didn't know you had the game or the confidence to approach her." Patrick smiled.

Justin closed his eyes. He knew what was going to come next. Sara chimed in with a smirk. " I was the one who made the move. I approached him, gave him my number, called him, and set up the date."

Patrick busted out laughing. "I should have known! I knew he didn't have the balls." He slapped his older brother on the back. "I can already tell she's too good for you "

Mark chimed in. "Hey! Don't scare her off I like her" Sara felt warm at that comment. When she first met Mark he was nice, but he wasn't open like Holly, and being emotional with anxiety it worried her. She was still incredibly nervous and as much as tried not to show it Justin picked up on it. She was twisting the ring on her middle finger and under the table he noticed her leg Bouncing. At one point he put his hand on her knees to steady her. She looked over and he met her with a reassuring smile.

Meanwhile The Herbert family (including Carly) were noticing these things. Justin was attentive to Sara, asking if she needed anything or making sure to include her in the conversation. The glances he stole were filled with adoration and…. Love. Patrick and Holly met eyes many times and they spoke a thousand words without saying anything. Mark was taking it all in, smiling to himself.

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"I love your family." Sara couldn't stop grinning as she got into bed. Justin looked up from his book. Setting it down, he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm glad. They love you too, you know."

She looked over. "You really think so?" He knew she was looking for that reassurance. He smiled. "I wouldn't lie about something like that." And he wouldn't. "My mom likes that you call me out on my shit."

After dinner, they got on the topic of board games in which it led them to a loud boisterous game of Jenga, and then Sorry! (In which Sara finally beat him to Patrick's happiness." They didn't leave his parents house til about midnight. Patrick was leaving Friday for his game at California. However Justin and Patrick were going to the Oregon practice facilities early before everyone else to get some throws in. Holly and Sara echoed the same concerns. They didn't want Justin getting hurt while attempting the throws not being under supervision of the Chargers. "Are you sure you want to throw tomorrow?"

He laid down and faced her. "I'll be fine, you really think I didn't clear it with the medical team before we left?" His tone had 'duh' written all over and Sara felt dumb "Well when you say it like that I feel stupid." He kissed her cheek. "Don't feel that way. Now let's get some sleep. We have a big day tomorrow. She raised her eyebrow in questioning. "Make sure you get your golf stuff ready while I'm gone. I got the course where I held my event closed down for me, you and my dad." He saw the apprehension on her face. "Don't worry you will be fine."

She was a little bit worried. Golf was still athletic and she wasn't the best person to explore athletics. Maybe that's why she insulted him and put golf down a little bit. However it was important to him and she wanted to show him that she would at least try.

Justin turned off the light and cuddled next to her. With a sigh she settled against him and closed her eyes.

A.N. Welcome to the adventures in Oregon!

#justin herbert #sara and justin canon #alexa writes collide #nfl #nfl imagine

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juyeonschoice · 2 years

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The New Guy - Lee Juyeon

pairing: Lee Juyeon x female reader synopsis : You remembered clearly, though, when your pacific daily life at the office started to crumble. There was some gossip between your coworkers that a new - male - worker was transferred to your office building from a researching branch in a smaller city, he was super accomplished at his job, and far more successful than every person his age in the company. He, being a treasure, had to work at the heart of the company, two levels above your department's office. The gossiping, though, was not going around because of how great of a professional this guy was, or how he could help the company to grow - it was because he was hot.

genre: tbh i dont know !!! thats defo romance but is not cute nor hot is just a story lol

word count: 1.8K

author’s note: if this is kinda vague, thats because its based on a dream i had months ago and i just can’t get out of my head, it was the first time i dreamed this clearly with Juyeon and it meant a lot to me :(

(i had a few ideas for a continuation of this so tell me if you’d like to)

You really liked your job. It was a corporate job, but it was not boring how people picture it in movies and TV shows. You enjoyed sitting at your desk, decorated to your linking with all your pens, some photos of you and your friends and cute things you’ve put there so your workspace could look a little bit more like you. You liked your coworkers, even if they weren’t your real friends, they were very nice. Bonus points that your team were all women. You also really liked the view from your desk, how the big glass window portrayed the city view, the buildings making a composition with the sky and that park nearby with a lake, the people walking on the streets looking like tiny ants from above. It brought you peace when chaos sometimes set itself at the office.

You remembered clearly, though, when your pacific daily life at the office started to crumble. There was some gossip between your coworkers that a new - male - worker was transferred to your office building from a researching branch in a smaller city, he was super accomplished at his job, and far more successful than every person his age in the company. He, being a treasure, had to work at the heart of the company, two levels above your department's office. The gossiping, though, was not going around because of how great of a professional this guy was, or how he could help the company to grow - it was because he was hot.

You asked your coworkers to stop talking about this guy, after all you had work to do. To be fair, if they didn't shut up you would pick your nosy ass and start looking for this guy, just so you could confirm if he was really that hot. They didn't care though, and kept talking until one of your managers showed up with a few more people, the older man you recognized being the head of the Management department and the one in a gray suit, the recruiter of the marketing team who worked a few months ago with you. The man on his right, on the other hand, you’ve never seen before. He was tall, his skin was light but sunkissed, the hair was straight, a caramel blonde color on them, contrasting with his dark chocolate eyes and a triangle nose. He was wearing a blue shirt and a black tie, the sleeves of his shirt folded up to his elbows and he was carrying a white lab coat with his badge and a blue stripe.

“Ladies, ” one of your managers started talking to your team “these are the new additions to the company, so we are introducing them to all the teams they’ll be working with.” and kept introducing the people to you and your team to them.

You weren’t paying attention to what he was saying because you noticed how the blonde guy stared at you. It was a pretty vague stare, to be honest, so you were trying very hard to understand that pair of dark eyes, and didn’t realize it meant you were staring him back, what made you blush the second you got yourself together. The redness of your cheeks made him smirk. “And this is Mr. Lee, he was just transferred and will be working on the research team, so you may work together if he comes up with a new product.” The guy suddenly moved his eyes to the other people and turned to a bow, saying “I’m Lee Juyeon, it's a pleasure to work with you guys.” and turning to a bright smile where you could see almost all his teeth. He has cute teeth though you thought to yourself, kepting that to yourself.

They left and your coworkers started gossipping again, filling the workspace with giggles and sightings, but your head was far away from there.

A few days later

You were having your loner lunch as you always did, sitting at the bench in a common area at the rooftop, not a single soul at the entire place, looking down to the city business while munching on half a sandwich you made this morning before leaving for the office, the other half sitting in a pink bento box next to you. The day was very beautiful, the weather nice, the sky clear blue and the birds chipping. You wish you had the day off, so you would be having a picnic with yourself at the park instead. It was lonely and quiet, but you liked that.

To your surprise, you heard steps coming from the door that led to the common area, looking through the bluish glass of the windows and the sliding door. The sun was bright so you had to squint your eyes a little to see. It was a tall figure, very black hair and wearing a white coat, but you could not see if you knew this person or not. He stopped at the door to scan his badge and walk in, so you had to pretend like you were not paying attention and turned your head again to the streets down the building. There was an event happening at the entrance of the park, there were lots of kids buying balloons and a guy dressed in a pikachu suit, so you decided that this was way more interesting than the person coming in a place nobody but you used.

You had to look at their direction again, though, because he clearly was walking to you. He had slow, calm steps, his hands on the back of his body. He casually swung around before looking to your side, moving his eyes to the sitting space next to you and you, almost as if he was trying to figure what to say.

“Can I sit here?” he asked, and your eyes met. It was the new guy on the research team, Juyeon. Those dark eyes and pointy nose would never leave your mind. In fact, they were running through your thoughts from the moment he turned his back and left with the superiors. Every time he crossed your team’s workspace, every time you saw him entering the elevators or passed by, the staring session you had that day came back to your mind and you could not think about anything without coming back to his eyes. You felt your cheeks blushing again.

“Of course!” you said, nodding at him after an uncomfortable silence took place for the few seconds you had to realize it was, in fact, him. He sat beside you, his knees and yours touching. He took an apple juice box from his coat pocket and stabbed the box with the straw while you stared at his features, thinking about how a hair color could change so much how a person looks. You put down your sandwich and pointed at his hair, asking him “Did you dye your hair?”

“Oh” he immediately smiled and touched a loch of his hair with the tips of his fingers. And you couldn’t help but notice how huge his hands were. “Yes, I was blonde for a while but I felt like changing a little.” he chuckled, like a tiny laugh and proceeded to drink his apple juice. He suddenly stopped, the straw making a noise when he lifted his lips “Do you like it?”

You choked on your sandwich, coughing with your hand in front of your mouth. Juyeon turned his body at you, a worrying expression on his face but also a hint of confusion as he didn’t have a clue of what to do in this situation. In a matter of seconds you stopped and were fine again, so you said “I’m Sorry” and tried to clean your throat before answering him. “I like it. It suits your features.”

“Are you alright?” he looked deeply in your eyes, looking for a confirmation that yes, you were alright and he did nothing wrong. You nodded your head, running your eyes away from his before you blushed again, closing the lid of your pink bento box. “Good.” he said in a deep tone, one that you’ve never heard coming out of his mouth before. Not that you heard him talking a lot, but all the times you did, he was being very positive and thoughtful and he had a higher pitch on his voice. “But how come you know if a color fits someone’s features?

“Oh, I work with creativity and stuff, so I had experience in advertising by working directly with models.” his eyes widened as you told him, a smile forming on the corner of his lips. He had very pretty lips, by the way. “So there are colors that suit you and there are colors that don’t. It’s very interesting, but can be a rather extensive topic.” you said, afraid that the conversation was going far away from where it’s supposed to end.

“Oh, its okay.” he said, turning his body in your direction again. “I wanted to be a model when I was younger.”

“You definitely could” you said, your lips working faster than your brain. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed of yourself for saying it like that.

Before he could say anything, a man you didn’t know came in, standing at the door and calling Juyeon. They were in need of him at his department and apparently it was urgent. Juyeon left a sight out of his lips and got up from the bench, so you got up too. He turned at you, looking at you before giving you his hand so you could shake. “I don’t think this is the right time for introductions, but I’m Juyeon.”

“I know. I’m y/n.”

“I know.” he smiled and walked away, a few steps back before turning to the guy at the door, both of them running when Juyeon got by the door.

He know you? He knew your name? How did he find out your name? And how did he find you in the first place, given the rooftop was almost your hidden spot?

Oh, you wished you could see him again, and soon. Something inside you told you you will, and maybe that smile he shot at you before leaving meant he wanted the same.

read part2 here

#juyeon au #lee juyeon au #the boyz “tbz #tbz au #ficscafe #deobiwriternet #tbz scenarios #the boyz scenarios #tbz fic #the boyz fic #juyeon scenarios #juyeon imagine #juyeon imagines #the boyz headcannons #juyeon headcannons

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gurlwithluvx3 · 2 years

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never alone (3) | OT7

Pairing: friendships w/ OT7 and pregnant!reader (non-idol!AU)

Genre: angst, oc finding herself

Warnings: office gossip, feeling of loneliness, talks of pregnancy, navigating an unexpected pregnancy

Word count: ~1.9K

Author's Note: i started this fanfic when i thought i was pregnant (very important for y'all to practice safe sex, srs) and i know that my ex would be a dead-beat, toxic man who wouldn't step up and just added the boys because i know that they would support me x3

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You’re a nervous wreck. The meeting is nowhere near finished but here you are tearing up the last corner of your notes.

You’ve heard the rumors that are being spread around the office, because you have Jin as your work bestie, who seems to know all the tea. He knows there’s nothing going on between you and your boss, but he doesn’t know that you’re pregnant.

Although, you are starting to show more at 13 weeks. You’ve tried to wear oversized sweaters and jackets all this time and for the most part it keeps your belly hidden.

But sometimes as you quickly glance in the mirror, your baby bump is more noticeable and it makes you happy. You’ve made it to the 2nd trimester even though you felt nauseous the whole first trimester.

But today you don’t feel as nauseous. You were even able to smell the flowers that Yoongi gave you without having the need to throw up. And Yoongi only gave you flowers because your pregnancy hormones had you crying for not receiving flowers, though there was no real reason to receive them in the first place.

You spend the next half hour practicing quiet breathing exercises during the meeting, which was good for you since your doctor recommended it. And without paying much attention, you realized all of the people are staring at you now.

“Miss Y/N would like to share something with the team” your boss says as he urges you to stand before he takes a seat himself. You take a deep breath before speaking. You look at Jimin, who’s the gossip of the office and smile.

This isn’t unusual for your company. When there’s an announcement to make within your team, whether a birthday, engagement, or any reason to celebrate, you’re more than welcome to share it amongst the team. And now the spotlight is on you.

“I have heard some interesting rumors circulating our office and I just wanted to share this with you all before this meeting ends” you begin, looking to your boss for approval. And he nods for you to continue.

“I’m in my 2nd trimester” you begin to explain, unzipping your jacket to show off your bump. “I had a really rough first 13 weeks, but I promise to be on top of my game for the next 20 weeks or so” you say, rubbing your belly while showing off a genuine but nervous smile.

You get a lot of surprised looks but you eventually get a lot of hugs, especially from Jin and your CFO who is also your mentor. She has been like your 2nd mom since you’ve joined the company.

“Wow, you’ve hid this for 13 weeks? I would’ve shown after the first month” one of your coworkers jokes around and soon enough everyone is asking you a series of questions regarding your pregnancy.

You look to your boss before continuing and answer a couple of questions before Jimin obnoxiously asks, “So who's the baby daddy?” And suddenly the room fell quiet.

He didn’t ask to be malicious. But he also knew you were single as single can be. And you’re sure it was a question everyone else had in mind too. You look to Jin for answers, as if he would know. But before you could answer, your boss stands up and clears his throat.

“Okay team, we’ll call it a day. Please send your reports to me by the end of the week. Thank you” he says as he fixes his tie that didn’t need fixing. He looks at you and you give a small bow, thanking him for saving you.

You’re one of the last ones to leave the meeting room, taking your time as some of your coworkers congratulate you before leaving. Jin and Jimin stay behind and wait.

“I’m so sorry Y/N” Jimin says as he shoots you a guilty stare. “I didn’t mean to put you on blast. I don’t know where my filter is at times” he says as Jin punches him to get him to stop talking.

“It’s okay Jimin” you say, unbothered by it all “.. It’s my ex’s baby”. You know he’s going to end up telling the rest of the team, but in a sense it’s better for them to hear it from him than from you. You couldn’t bear to see everyone’s reaction.

“Wow. 13 weeks though Y/N? How do you feel?” Jin asks as you all walk out of the meeting room and head out the building. You tell them that even though it’s an unfortunate situation, you’re just thankful that you and your baby are healthy.

“You take the subway to work though, right? Do you need a ride or something?” Jin suddenly asks. You shake your head and smile.

“No thank you. My friend’s gonna give me a ride” you say politely. They both give you big hugs before disappearing into the company’s parking garage and you slowly make your way to the coffee shop which is a block away.

“Yoongs, please tell me you have plain bread and ketchup” you say as soon as you see that the store is empty. He looks up to you and gives you a disgusted look.

“That is the weirdest combo I have ever heard Y/N” he says as he looks at you, while you sport the most innocent smile you can offer.

“I’ve been thinking about it the whole way over and it just sounds so good” you say. He offers you bread but no ketchup.

“I can ask Jungkook if he has ketchup,” he says, heading towards the door. Jungkook is the business owner next door and one of Yoongi’s closest friends. They both graduated in business and have been in an unspoken friendly competition since.

You give him a thumbs up as he heads out the door while you look at the bread. You’re so excited to eat, that when you hear the door open again, you jump and yell out of excitement.

“Oh shit!” Is all you hear from a voice that is not Yoongi’s. You look at the man who’s ducked down for a quick second as he looks at you.

“Y/N?!” He says in shock and looks straight to your belly that’s exposed since you took off your jacket.

“Namjoon?!” You say at the same time, watching his stance (but not realizing how he’s staring at your belly), as you suddenly giggled. “What’s wrong?”

It takes a second for him to respond as he suddenly becomes aware of why you were the way you were when you first met. And it takes another second because your scream scared him half to death.

“Your scream scared me,” he says after catching his breath. “I was expecting Yoongi and silence,” he says nervously as he chuckles. He looks down to your bump again, but this time you caught him staring.

“Oh yeah, he’s actually getting ketchup for my bread. I’d offer you some, but me and baby are so..” you stop yourself before finishing your sentence. After telling your coworkers, you’d forgotten about informing the rest of the world.

His eyes have grown bigger, but then his smile that shows off his dimple appears on his face. You suddenly get so nervous and dizzy that you end up sitting down.

Just as you were about to explain it all to Namjoon, Yoongi barges in with packets of ketchup in a plastic bag, with Jungkook in tow.

“Oh hey Joonie!” Yoongi and Jungkook say at the same time. But they quickly forget about him as they rush to where you’re seated.

“I explained your craving to Jungkook and he’s never heard of something so insane, he had to witness it himself” Yoongi explains as he shows off his gummy smile. “I hope you don’t mind that you have an audience” he hands you a couple packets of ketchup and you quickly add it to the bread on the plate.

You indulge yourself to your cravings and for a moment you forget about the 3 men in front of you until you hear the click of a camera.

“Yoongs!” You yell as you try to pry his phone from his hand but he’s quicker than you. He chuckles to himself until you join in. “You’re so mean,” you say before sticking your tongue out to him.

“I just have to document this moment” he says and you realized you had two other men staring at you. You offer your dinner to them but they all reject it.

“Hi Y/N. I’m Jungkook. Yoongi hasn’t properly introduced us” he says as he waves to you as if you were a child. But you just smile and nod as you finish the food in your mouth.

“Nice to meet you Jungkook. Thank you for letting me entertain you” you say jokingly, and all of you start laughing.

And almost immediately you start tearing up. The boys' eyes all widened and they all suddenly felt guilty for no reason.

Namjoon quickly grabs you a tissue and you start to apologize.

“I’m so sorry guys. I’ve been more than emotional and I don’t even know why I’m crying at this point” you begin to explain as you now laugh at yourself. You must look like an idiot to these people.

“No, you’re totally okay!” Jungkook says. “My sister was like this too, but more rude than anything. She would be happy one moment and screaming at us for talking right after”. Namjoon and Yoongi also try to talk about their experiences with the pregnant women in their lives.

The four of you talked through the evening and didn’t even realize how late it was getting until Jungkook got a call.

“I gotta go, but it was nice chopping it up with y’all! Y/N, congratulations!” He says as he gives you a big hug. “I’ll see you around” he says, giving you a wink before he disappears into the night.

“We should get going too,” Yoongi says as he starts to close up the store. “Oh wait, why did you come by today?” He asks, staring at Namjoon.

“Oh shoot, I completely forgot!” Namjoon says as he helps you clean up. “I came to tell you that the studio loved our demo! They want to hear another sample by the end of the month!”

Entertained by this back-and-forth conversation between the two, you stuff the last piece of bread and rub your belly in contentment.

Apparently, they’ve both been working in Namjoon’s studio for the last couple of weeks. As much as Yoongi loves his coffee shop, he also wants to expand his horizon, and you’re just nodding with all the positive energy that’s radiating from the two boys.

You can’t help but smile and try to hold back tears of happiness. Curse your pregnant hormones, you think to yourself. You slowly get up to throw away your garbage when you feel someone’s hand on your back.

“You okay Y/N?” Namjoon asks from behind you. You look back and smile while nodding.

“Thank you Namjoon,” you say shyly. You’ve never been treated this way, it feels so nice to be taken care of. And not just from Namjoon, but also because of Yoongi and even Jungkook.

“You guys are the best” you say out of nowhere. The two look at you and it looks like they’re both blushing. “I really appreciate you guys” you say more loudly.

You may not be in the best situation, but at least you’re not alone.

#bts fanfic #bts angst #kim namjoon ff #min yoongi ff #kim seokjin ff #park jimin ff #pregnant reader

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callivich · 2 years

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Gallavich Actor AU Prompts 🎬🎭🎞🍿🎥

Prompts for fics, headcanons, or discussion, art, etc. Interpret these however you like and feel free to use them as just a jumping off point, you don’t have to stick to the exact prompt! If any fics like any of these have already been written, please feel free to recommend them to me!

Mickey and Ian are roommates and also struggling actors, when Mickey is auditioning for what could be a big break in a film, Ian offers to help him run lines. At first, Mickey is reluctant because the audition scenes are all love scenes between a straight couple and he and Ian aren’t friends or even remotely comfortable with each other. But he’s struggling by himself so he takes up Ian’s offer. And things quickly get heated and intimate as both of them try desperately to pretend their just acting and there’s nothing else going on…..

Ian is acting for the first time in a community theatre production, after some personal struggles he thinks this will be a good way to get out there and make friends. But the theatre company is very - for lack of a better word - dramatic. There’s all these different friendship groups and so much gossip that he can’t keep up. It’s not as fun as he imagined and he feels out of place. There is one person who seems interesting and not obsessed with various people’s sex lives or who has pissed off who - it’s the lighting tech, Mickey. He seems to always be hanging out backstage, smoking where he’s not supposed to, and possibly dealing weed. And Ian quickly develops a crush but he’s not sure Mickey even notices him, except to light his scenes of course….Little does Ian know, Mickey has been paying a lot of attention to him.

Ian and Mickey are on a popular tv series (on HBO or Showtime) full of violence, sex, drama that’s always number one in the ratings. For a couple of seasons now, fans have shipped their characters - desperate for them to end up together on the show. It had seemed unlikely but now the writers are seriously considering it. Ian, openly gay, thinks it would be interesting but he’s noticing that Mickey, seemingly straight, is uncomfortable every time the topic gets brought up. As the writers and show runners contemplate putting their characters together, Ian wonders what Mickey’s problem is. Is he homophobic? Does he hate Ian? Ian decides he has to talk to Mickey and find out because if they’re going to be filming a romance with explicit sex scenes, Ian knows he will not do it with someone who is homophobic. The thing is, Mickey has thought for a long time that he was gay and he is also hiding quite a substantial crush on Ian. His behaviour is not because he hates Ian or he’s homophobic, it’s that he’s worried if they have to act this out….it will be too difficult for Mickey.

Mickey never meant to become an actor. It all started when he was asked to be in the background of a movie as a teenager. And who was he to refuse some cash and a free food in exchange for hanging out all day looking threatening in the background of a scene? But then he kept getting jobs as an extra and then Terry died and he no longer had to worry about what his father thought and when he was asked to say a line in a scene for a tv show, he had no reason not to. So he did. And then flash forward a few years later and he’s….an actor. An in-demand actor, known for his portrayal of gritty 20 somethings. He didn’t know quite how it happened, but here he is. Except he’s hiding something - his sexuality. And so far, he’s been able to hide it well but then he’s given an assistant - Ian - and suddenly it’s harder to hide.

Ian and Mickey are actors who play enemies on a tv show, they sort of get on well but they’re not really friends. But their latest scene, meant to be a big cliffhanger, is not going well. The director is getting more and more frustrated as they go through loads of takes. They just can’t get it right. The director tells them they’re supposed to be enemies, they’re supposed to hate each other, but all it looks like is that they want to kiss each other. So they’re told to rehearse over the weekend, get whatever it is out of their systems, and come back Monday ready to act like enemies.

Ian’s favourite film, ever since he was in his early twenties, was an indie coming-of-age movie. At the time it had been incredibly well received and there had been a lot of buzz around one of the main actors - Mickey Milkovich. But he’d never made another film afterwards, disappearing completely. Ian had never thought much about the actor - just that he was incredible and able to deliver an emotional performance like few others could - but as he entered his thirties, ten years later, the movie was still one of his favourites and he had watched it more times than he could count. One day he thinks he sees Mickey Milkovich in a coffee shop and he just has to go up to him and tell him how much he loved his movie and how much his performance meant to him. But the weird thing is - although Ian is absolutely sure this is Mickey Milkovich - the guy he approaches is rude and almost angry at Ian when he brings up the movie and he says he’s not the actor. Still, Ian keeps seeing him around and can’t help but try to get to know him to find out why he doesn’t want to talk about the past. (I’m thinking maybe Mickey acted in secret but when the movie got lots of reviews/popular it got back to Terry and he stopped him from ever acting again)

Mickey is making a surprisingly decent living writing foul-mouthed blog reviews of amateur theatre productions. People think he’s hilarious and to be honest, he can’t quite believe he’s getting paid for this. Although, sitting through boring plays is a bit like torture sometimes. His latest review seems to piss off one of the actors in the show and suddenly he’s being bombarded by messages from this Ian guy who wants to either fight him or make him sit down and watch the play again. However, he can’t help thinking there’s something interesting about this actor….

It’s not that Ian is a method actor or anything, but he’s got a main role in a tv series/movie based on a true story. It’s based on a autobiography by Mandy Milkovich - the tv series/movie isn’t exactly the same as her book, but it has taken the main elements of a hard, difficult childhood in poverty with a violent father and turned it into a dramatic piece of fiction. Ian is playing a character vaguely based on one of her brothers and he feels like he should meet him, just to get an idea of what he’s like. But Mickey doesn’t want anything to do with the movie - he doesn’t begrudge Mandy making money off their shitty childhood and he himself will get some royalties - but he doesn’t actively want to be part of it. And he definitely doesn’t want to spend time with some actor like Ian. However, he doesn’t count on Ian being persistent. And the more time they spend together, the more he doesn’t mind Ian playing a version of him.

Mandy goes to community college to get her GED and she gets involved with an amateur drama club where she meets Ian. They end up playing a couple in a play which she demands Mickey come and see on every night to support her. It’s not how Mickey wants to spend his evenings, but she’s his sister…so whatever, he’ll sit through some boring romance drama for three nights and that will be that. Except he can’t stop thinking about Mandy’s co-star. Especially when Mandy goes on and on about Ian and how their amazing chemistry on stage must mean they would be perfect together off stage. Mickey doesn’t know why but he’s got the feeling that Ian wouldn’t feel the same way though…..

Mickey is fresh out of jail and working as a chauffeur. His latest job is driving an actor from his hotel to the middle of fuckin’ nowhere early every morning and picking him up late at night. Mickey is expecting a Hollywood douchebag not a guy from the South Side. They end up getting on quite well on the long drives and Ian even invites Mickey to come and watch some of the horror movie set in the woods being filmed. Mickey agrees and thinks he’s going to watch Ian get his ass handed to him by a monster, but Ian mixes up the days and Mickey is instead watching him film a love scene…..

Ian’s newest role is playing a prisoner in a gritty drama. Determined to do some research about what it’s really like in jail, he signs up to a prison pen pals scheme and is randomly matched with “Mickey Milkovich”. Meanwhile, Mickey has signed up to try and take advantage of lonely women on the outside who might send him money for his commissary account. When he’s matched with an actor, he’s immediately disappointed. But life is fucking boring in jail, so he writes back to Ian. At first he thinks he might fuck with him and tell him a load of lies about jail but as they slowly exchange letters, they start to develop a real friendship and maybe something more…..

Mickey trains actors for intense fight scenes. Ian is his latest student. Mickey is used to dealing with actors who have never really experienced violence and are eager to learn but Ian grew up on the South Side getting into fights so he doesn’t think there’s much Mickey can teach him. But filming fight scenes and performing stunts is different and Ian initially struggles with it. How will they deal with spending so much time together getting close (and sweaty) in physical situations?

Ian is the most popular actor on a hit tv series. That is…until a new character is added to the show, played by Mickey. Suddenly, all the fans are obsessed with Mickey and his character. It’s not that Ian is jealous (well, maybe he is a little bit), he just doesn’t get why everyone loves Mickey. He’s dismissive of his fans and makes sarcastic bordering on rude comments about the show and his character. Ian, meanwhile, has spent ages crafting a nice public image and yet Mickey can say and do what he likes and everyone thinks it’s “cute” that he’s so “grumpy”.

Ian and Mickey are actors who have a one-night stand but they put in the wrong numbers by accident onto each other’s phones. So both of them text each other afterwards but receive no reply, thinking the other isn’t interested - they are disappointed. But then they meet again, both cast in an theatre production where they will play lovers every night for a few months. They each think the other doesn’t like them, will they figure out what happened with their phones?

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #mickey x ian #prompts

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vivianwantstosleep · 12 days

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You could never see her

And yet you want to be her

With how she sings on that stage

It's like she's putting put up a charade

Her mystic visage

Is it just a mirage

Her beautiful age

Is it all for stage

Do you think all that pain

Is worth the rage

Or are you as blind

As her and I

To the tears that fall from her eyes

Is it worth those 15 minutes

Or is just another gold ticket

I implore you to stick around

And find out how this canary

Got caged and got out

All we know of this story

And the marionette of this quarry

Listen well and listen wide

As I tell you the story of

Starlight Hyde

People running in different directions.

Instructions being shouted in all directions.

And in the middle was a gaggle of girls and their manager, standing in one location.

Even with all the hustle and bustle you could still hear what he said clearly,

As if he wanted the whole world to know.

"Look at you girls, you’ve grown so much. Starlight's new single hit number one on the charts. CANDYS ‘album has hit the top 100. And not to mention being the guest appearance on that popular afternoon Tv show. Aren’t we glad that the host was a fan of Starlight’s. You guys have another concert tomorrow to celebrate your 2nd year anniversary and it the dress rehearsal looked great today. Good job Starlight… and girls. A toast is in order, you all did great."

He walked them to their changing room.

Then as the man exited the scene, all but one huddled together.

They had locked her out, like always.

She was excluded.

She sat outside their circle, as they gossiped and grimaced in front of her face.

As if they didn’t care.

As if she didn’t exist.

"Honestly it sounded like he just wanted to congratulate Starlight. He doesn't care about the rest of us."

"Hmm."

"True."

“Her new single did get number one. Maybe that’s why.”

“But he always talks about her. What’s so special about her?”

“I know right? She’s not even that cute.”

“And she’s so dull. Why doesn’t he pay attention to me?”

“Or at least anyone but her.”

“She’s just a hog.”

"She’s so mean."

"What's the point?"

There was a long silence in the room. The sound of ice clicking together in the cup was heard by all.

"Maybe we should just graduate already."

There was a shift in the table as someone jumped up. Knocking into the table.

"No! You can't. I need you guys. The company needs you guys."

"No, you don't. In fact, nobody needs us. Our manager does not care. I don’t think the fans even care.”

A pensive face appeared on her. She just couldn't understand. Why would they say that. That's not true! Even if she knew deep down that it was true, she couldn't accept that. They can't leave.

"That's not true, he does! He mentioned the album and it raising in the ranks. He wouldn't have if he didn't care. And the fans would riot if you guys suddenly disappeared.”

"Oh come on Starlight. The fans don’t care. And he obviously did it to not sound bias. We all heard him raving about your up-and-coming single. And it's no wonder he did, you know how much money the company makes off you. You are all he cares about, we're just collateral."

"That's not true! He's proud of you, of us. We did great in that album and poured our hearts and souls into it. He knows it. This is a huge accomplishment for the group, for us. We'll be world-renowned in no time. And he knows that. It's not just me, it's all of u-"

"SHUT UP. He doesn't give a fuck about the rest of us. The only thing he liked from the album was your solos. I heard him say it to the other managers. 'Starlight was so good. The rest suck though, but at least they make Starlight look better blah blah blah.' He couldn't care less. After all, you the company's golden goose, this group was made around you. All the interns practically worship the ground you walk on. Managers, fight for you. Executives, “whatever you want”. PR team, it doesn't matter. News reporters, you can do no wrong. Gossip mags, she's the greatest. Fans, we'd DIE for you. Hell, even other celebrities LOVE you. He doesn't care about us, they don't care about us. It wouldn't matter if we all quit, as long as you're here nobody would bat an eye. They would just hire our replacements or something off the bat. I bet the only reason we still have our jobs is because of you. Well, am I right?"

"..."

You couldn't lie. It was true. They had almost been terminated a couple of times. But you fought for them every time. You wonder if the cared or were insulted. After all it's not like they liked you.

"I fucking knew it. He doesn't care because he has you. What's the point in being a part of this group if I'm always going to play second fiddle to the same pompous, immature brat."

*BANG*

Your manager had returned awhile ago. Listening the whole time. Biting his tongue or more of peacefully observing, watching what you'd say. It's only when he felt like they had gone far enough, did he say something. His calm demeanor turned cold in seconds, slamming both hands on the table rattling the drinks on it.

"CAMI! Be nicer to Starlight! Or else I'll have you terminated."

"See, I told you. Let's go girls."

And with that they left.

Alone.

Without her.

She was alone, so alone.

Even as her manager slowly wrapped his arms around her in comfort, she felt so alone.

More alone than ever before.

They hate me

Maybe... I should just go

Maybe... I should just leave

Escape to where no one can find me...

Because I'm tired...

I'm tired of this.

The saddest tune is sung by thee

Will no one answer her plee

I don’t own and of the dividers

#twisted wonderland #yandere #disney twst #twst wonderland #ocs #idolize #fanfic

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hijack711 · 3 months

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CHAPTER 3:

Tag(s): fluff, story building, daily life, wholesome moments

Because Rosé was following a new nutritional regimen for special reasons, Rehn had to pay attention to it regularly. Even though Rehn had a lot of work and must not neglect taking care of Rosé, Rehn still knew that he had responsibility. Rosé felt very sorry every time she learned that her boyfriend had to take on so much work, so she often found ways to make it up to Rehn.

“Honey, let me lend you a hand.” Rosé

“It's okay, I'm fully charged right now, so you can just kick back and watch TV while waiting for me.” Rehn

…

“Why are you laughing? What's so funny?" - Rosé

“I was just wondering how you ended up falling for me?” - Rehn

“What? I fell for you. Let me just clear something up. Who confessed first?" - Rosé

“It was not me. You said it voluntarily at that time.” - Rehn replied while laughing loudly

“Yah, you forced me to speak first, you set me up, don't you dare say you know nothing and quick reminder here "I am mom's favorite now!".” - Rosé

“Okay, it was me. Your food and coffee are here.” - Rehn

Rehn's special edition banh mi always made Rosé excited every time she ate it because most of the ingredients were hand-made by her boyfriend. Rosé could confirm that she didn't think she would be a big fan of Vietnamese food or at least not until she tasted food that her boyfriend personally cooked with all his heart.

“Ummm, so delicious, my favorite is the pâté.” - Rosé

“Ah you mean liver pâté, if you just say pâté it might cause others to misunderstand it as a kind of food that looks like cold cuts. Moreover, EAT LIKE A PROPER LADY, no one will fight you for the meals, foodie girl, hahaha.” - Rehn

“Excuse me, burp.” - Rosé

“Hahahahaha…” - Rehn

“I said excuse me.” - Rosé

“Ok ok, you did say it, I'm sorry.” - Rehn

…

“If I made it for Jennie, I would stuff it with a bunch of cilantro.” - Rehn

“Hahaha, she will whoof your behind if you ever do that, honey. Seriously, how can she not like cilantro?” - Rosé

“It depends on their taste buds, there are some people who don't like aromatic vegetables because of, obviously, their smell, or because to them the taste of cilantro is similar to soap.” - Rehn

“Speaking of cilantro, why do so many Vietnamese dishes have it?” Rosé

“Here is a fun fact, trying to avoid cilantro in Vietnam would be like trying to avoid garlic when you're in Italy. They have become an inseparable part of each country's cuisine, so if we don't like them, we can pick them out or tell people not to add them." - Rehn

…

Half an hour after Rosé finished breakfast, she followed Rehn into his personal studio. While Rehn focused on his tasks, Rosé kept herself company by chatting with her group members and playing games. Knowing that making a girl, especially his girlfriend, have to wait for almost half a day while he was busy with work was unacceptable, Rehn would frequently take a break to chat with Rosé, tease her, tell her jokes, and especially gossip with her, even though Rehn was not into gossiping.

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#fluff #kpop #character building #blackpink #blackpink rosé

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arafatssss1267 · 3 months

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"Rubbing" has become the primary choice for marketing

Several friends who work in the market told me that they read hot topics every day.

Why?

The advertising budget is small and there are HE Tuber too many similar products. Once the popularity of your own brand decreases, people will run to buy other products, so you have to take advantage of the popularity to increase the popularity.

Advertising is now scattered and ineffective. With hundreds of thousands invested, the conversion rate is low, there is too much creative content, and users don’t call at all. what to do?

You can only take advantage of the hot spots. Nowadays, users like to interact with brands that have stories that move them. By using hot topics, brands can quickly express their stance and have a deeper connection with everyone. ‍Hey, it’s so hard to be a marketer.

However, in order to keep up with the hot topics, we also face many problems, such as whether the hot topics match the brand, whether it feels like a fake, and how the operation team can undertake conversions after it is related to the topic. It's easy to say it's simple, it's complicated to say it's complicated. Because the essence of gossip is to let hot spots drive sales and build the brand, and not be biased by public opinion. In all this, brands actually play the role of "mouthpiece" for the masses.

How do you understand mouth replacement?

Express the emotions, attitudes and behaviors of a person (group) from others. The brand is like "hitching a ride" on hot topics, helping everyone express their inner thoughts or feelings. This not only makes more people pay attention to the brand, but also makes people feel that the brand has a "tacit understanding" with them, like an old friend. Same.

For example:

When something becomes a topic of conversation among people after dinner, the brand will publish an advertisement or poster related to the matter to express the views of a certain group of people, as if it is speaking out for everyone and helping everyone to speak out. The core reason why users like this method of expression is that it makes everyone more real. The most obvious features are three points:

1. Aesthetic fatigue caused by information explosion

Today's creators, in order to catch eyeballs, often carefully "polishes" and "package" the content, which makes many stories look either too perfect or too dramatic. Looking back on the past, when I saw an interesting video or joke, I would always be surprised and ask: "Wow, is this real or fake?" But now, whether you are scrolling through Douyin or browsing Weibo and Xiaohongshu, everyone can easily Once you see through it, you will know at a glance: "Oh, this must be made up."

In such an environment, we are bombarded with all kinds of news, pictures, videos and jokes every day. Over time, everyone becomes a little tired.

2. Resistance to advertising tactics

When I first entered the marketing industry, the company hired external experts for training. He presented an interesting mock sales scenario: "Selling a comb to a monk." We had to use the marketing skills we learned to play the role of salesmen and try to persuade the "monk" to buy the comb. This subject was full of drama and it was a lot of fun. I still remember that experience vividly.

But now that I think about it, isn’t this kind of simulated sales typical of over-marketing?

In fact, do monks really need a comb? It was obvious that they had no need; but we still tried to convince them simply because there was a strong belief that the sales skills were enough to get people to pay for it. Today, this over-marketing phenomenon has become even more common. For example, if you look at the mobile phone market, brands are competing to launch foldable screens, tens of millions of pixels, and even label them with "domestic sentiment". It is no exaggeration to say that in the era of "over-marketing", it is difficult for us to distinguish which information is true and which brands are sincere? Living in such an environment full of distrust, advertising has naturally become a nuisance.

3. Everyone pursues self-expression more

In advertising before, marketing methods seemed to have fixed routines. For example, through mainstream advertising media, repeated and brainwashing information was pushed, but this is different for those born after 2000. They have been born into the digital age, and their lifestyles and consumption concepts have undergone tremendous changes.

They prefer content that resonates with real-life emotions and like expressions that are diverse, personal, and true to the core. They pursue content that is deep, flesh-and-blood, and full of emotion, rather than something that is overly modified and deliberately beautified.

If these contents can be closely related to young people's real experiences and emotions, they can arouse strong resonance and self-identity. In addition to the authenticity of the content, they are also increasingly concerned about brand values, social responsibility and sustainability.

A friend of mine once said that a product worth tens of yuan is the same no matter who you buy it. If a brand cannot provide me with emotional value and instead brings me trouble, then why should I choose it? It is not difficult to see that consumers, channels, marketing, communication methods, etc. have all changed, and the strategy needs to be adjusted.

Among them, many brands and marketers have certain misunderstandings about the hot spots of "rubbing".

On the one hand, traditional marketers believe that making witty remarks and making inappropriate jokes has little value to the brand and there is no need to do so. Is this really the case?

no. Public relations builds a brand. If you hear this phrase, you will probably know that it means not only simply attracting public attention through events and controversies, but also means using the right information at the right time, place and Interact with consumers and establish emotional connections with users.

Compliance does not mean blindly following the trend. You must first choose to participate in a hot spot and confirm whether the core values and target audience are consistent.

If you look at the brands that have caught on to hot topics, they don’t just make witty remarks or make inappropriate jokes. They dig into the deeper meaning behind the hot topics, create valuable content related to them, and build a real relationship with consumers. resonance.

For example: 79 yuan has become popular in the past two days. What is the meaning behind it?

Some people say that 79 yuan is two days of living expenses, others say that it can buy a week's worth of fruit and yogurt, and others say, "I may not be sure what I can do, but it takes at least half a day's work to earn it." It represents the value identity of a group of people. The reason why the cleaning and care brand Bee Flower is able to attract everyone is because it deeply touches people of this era and their new understanding of the value of material and time.

Today's consumers no longer simply pursue material accumulation as they did in the past. They are more concerned about the trade-off between material and time, as well as the quality of life and experience.

79 yuan is just a small amount of money in the eyes of some people, but to others, it means half a day of hard work, or money to eat fruit for a week, or even that moment of self-reward. Therefore, the real intention of "taking advantage of" hot spots is not only to attract attention briefly, but also to strategically establish interaction with consumers, which is crucial to building a user-centered brand. Uncle Tiepi, the founder of Yongpu Coffee, previously talked about the need for advertising in the future to break out of the inherent model and really consider it from the user's perspective. Today's young people and KOL Internet celebrities are no longer pursuing advertising, but are more concerned about whether their emotions are expressed.

On the other hand, brands have failed to “take advantage of” hot spots and lack in-depth insights.

5G technology has just come out. I clearly remember that McDonald’s official Weibo released six posters. The theme seemed to imply that the brand was about to enter the “5G” era. Both the poster design and the copywriting seemed to imply that it would enter the mobile phone market.

When these ads actually went online, everyone discovered that McDonald's had only launched a new crispy chicken product. Many people expressed on social media that they did not understand the connection between 5G and crispy chicken. Similarly, when Alibaba was involved in the "ice-breaking culture" controversy, Luzhou Laojiao promoted its products on social platforms and used copywriting like this:

"One click to instantly break the 'ice' and win Guojiao 1573 small wine." Such slogans have been criticized by many as vulgar and offensive.

What exactly does "breaking the ice" mean?

In short, it usually refers to activities conducted to enhance team cohesion, such as games such as truth or dare, which involve a relatively large scale. Therefore, this fully illustrates a problem. If you simply apply hot words and form a CP without deeply understanding the meaning behind the hot spots and the connection points with the target audience, you may be biased by public opinion. So, how do you do this with your mouth properly?

#Film & Animation #Music #Pes & Animals #Sports

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superconductivebean · 11 months

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#275

what's especially funny about #273: I AM WRITING IT. but:

backwards and in my primary; it helps alot as i am establishing parts here and there, give myself hints for what had happened before -- little things like , initial reactions; moreover, which characters will, um. Wright wasn't very thoughtful of her affairs, people have bets for with who she will end up with -- and that silliness helps her to carry on, hiding from everyone, creating more gossip and finishing it; has fun explaining to Sharp why she's late when it's plain obvious; not that he cares beyond reasonable, but he is relieved to know the caliber of her troubles gradually improved, became of a lovesick adolescent she must had been for all this time;

OneNote has quite a lot of things going about.

The Scar part of the story, that screamed Sharp whatever it was with Wright, she was a wanted person by the very unsavory, violent people, and for a reason she barely understood herself; Roland Oaks rescue, that initially started Sharp's path for becoming a mentor to someone because Wright was both scathing and naive; The December of 1890's, when Wright practically borrowed his badge, had massive support from local vendors standing up for hamlets, saved her peers multiple times -- and lost it all to the bottle at around Christmas because Ruth Singer told her things that totally made sense, in a world, where Ministry would sent aurors out to Hogsmeade after the troll attack.

Wright is a tough girl. She is also 15. Good she can be responsible and resourceful. Bad she tried to become the hero of a storybook she imagined wizarding world to be; Sharp couldn't dissolve the illusion sooner, to prevent her downfall -- and that assumption, that she is naive rather than light-headed -- was crucial lack of judgement.

It wasn't complacency but a terrible reliance on luck. Have to much of it, and you'll become reckless; go somewhere dangerous unthinkingly, pray, that your skill is as imperishable as luck is ephemeral.

Her fall wasn't that bad but it became clear: she takes a hit like this again, -- a scratch on her sense of self-integrity, where standing up for someone is a vital part of up-keeping the hearth of something she'd call 'home for thoughts', -- she is defeated.

At this point, Sharp was aware of the Trials and he didn't care because nor Eleazar, neither Keepers were paying any attention for the signs Wright gave off all the time. She was navigating in waters many people his age would avoid; she didn't explain why must she.

What was it so alluring about Unforgivable Curses she'd mentioned she might have learned about the fourth curse, unlisted. What was it stuck on her mind that she couldn't concentrate enough to brew; why would she be so concerned the Draught of Peace will not ever be able to ease it. What is wrong with you.

What is your ancient magic.

Why do you think, again, it is ancient.

It is not Trials that keep you up at night. What is it. Put your wits to use. Think. Me, asking you silly questions, should be an indication for something, shouldn't it.

tldr; somewhere around Christmas, a week after the Trial and letting Sharp into know, full down in the bottle, she'll fill it back with her soul, telling Sharp a lot of terribly sensitive things.

How she was tired; in fear for her friends, who suddenly needed thee Dragon Story of their very own; that she couldn't brew the Draught of Peace at the last class of the year because of all this and the fact, she couldn't share everything, anything with anyone without being talked back or accused of something, soothed and Godrick's Heart! But Back To GoBlins, felt incredibly lonely and that the only comfort she'd had was the silent company of Sharp's classroom and himself grading papers, not asking any questions but sharing pumpkin pastries, just like her deceased father used to do when he was busy with both work and looking for an untended kid on a ship.

TLDR2; Sharp will presume, when people open up like she did, when their past is anything but happy-go-lucky memories, they can't be left alone in the face of their deepest fears; he must be, must've been more attentive. He failed at it, despite being aware the most.

The bloody ship blew up again.

Hogwarts had its penchant for rumors. If those were about Wright, perhaps many of them were actually true; she could very well defend herself but her abilities, powers, whatever it was wrong about her, took a toll on her and had given her responsibilities she wasn't ready for to hold but tackle. He decided, he must be around for her to not waste her life away, for comfort and peace of mind. Screw her talents. Skill is gained, nobody's born ready; he can ensure she will go through the rest supervised and allowed mistakes again.

She has decades upon decades ahead of her. She doesn't need any of this at her 15. There is no need rushing forward; there shouldn't be any shame in asking for help nor fear. Eleazar, what have you done; Matilda was all-right about you, I should've listened.

Black isn't the man she has to see as a threat; in all of the student body, he always has a thing or two to say to her! She doesn't risk her paycheck starting an argument; she has all the gossip to riddle him with and out of her sight. I wish, I could've done this all the time but, there's a catch: she will not dare, because Eleazar told her so, because Phineas must be a scarecrow-turning-Death should he learn about ancient magic. The topic everyone hates, or has a disdain for, or unflinchingly recognize as ramblings of a man with little hopes left. Unfathomable. She couldn't have asked for a better mentor. P.S. Dinah, don't @ me.

tldr;

Rookwood's disclosing he knew her mother and that he wished to hunt her down after she rejected the offer to join the ranks, like a fox, in a death run; Ranrok's taking Fig's life; Wright took these remaining two hits in the span of hours.

That bloody ship exploded and took the dock with it. For fuck's sake.

Wright is tough. She was there for all of them. Time for everyone to be there for her.

</3

Bonus:

Some tracks that overlaps between Sharp's and Wright's respective playlists.

#днявочка #днявочка: hlegacy #eng tag #eng fic #im impossible.#i could really be writing #>_<#SOMEDAY.#MAYBE TOMORROW.#MAYBE NEXT WEEK.#NEXT MONTH.#OH NO IM NOT LEAVING THIS UNATTENDED FOREVER.#IT HAS MORE THAN ANY OF THIS.#what i've pushed myself into #<3 #</3 #and bc of the psych damage -9999 wright has suffered through despite being a combat powerhouse #sharp advised against going in for the auror training #he could've trained aurors and he knew what he was talking about #wright would do well as one but no just no choose something else please #she'll go in anyway but she'll switch departments right afterwards because tf she needs to be an auror when she can #be a bodyguard for certain ms sweeting who was going for it in -- or rather through -- the ministry #international trade is also >>>>> fighting off thugs #(that's for a pastime)#Spotify

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locallixie · 2 years

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strip poker — jisung, mark

✦ genre ; mature, suggestive, angst, comedy, best friend!jisung, best friend!mark, gn!reader, best friends-to-lovers, polygamous relationship.

✦ warnings ; sexual themes, minor language, polygamy, stripping, irresponsible alcohol drinking, unsupervised poker game, exhibitionism, my knowledge of poker is vague so please excuse the inaccuracy.

✦ word count ; 1.8k

“I honestly don’t get why you even liked that dude in the first place, [Y/N]. Na–fucking–Jaemin is just a pretty boy full of mischief.” Mark expressed his opinion on your ex-boyfriend—Na Jaemin, he was. Both Jisung and Mark knew that guy wasn’t any good, he was known for the three ‘m’. Manipulate, mansplain, and male-wife. Playing with people hearts and suchlike.

You gulped down a shot of soju, “He’s a walking red flag, yes, but he looks great in red.” All three of you broke out in a fit of hysterical laughter, especially Mark. You weren’t lying when you said that, that your ex-boyfriend looked absolutely amazing while wearing the colour red on his body. As much as you and the other two hated him, you could all collectively agreed that Na Jaemin has the physical advantage.

You began going out with Jaemin during the midst of summer two years ago. You knew from the very beginning that Jaemin would only treat your relationship and feelings as a joke, but you still lost in the process. You let the guy play with your heart and mind, you let him make you shed tears and whimpers. At least the sex made up for everything you went through.

Your two close friends disapproved of the idea of you dating a good-for-nothing playboy, for two years even. They were overjoyed when you recently broke up with him a month, or two ago. Jaemin didn’t deserve you, not one bit. You were taken for granted by an asshole like him, he would never notice and appreciate you the way they did. What you liked, what you didn’t. What were your hobby, what weren’t. The places you loved, the nice clothes you wore, the way you did your hair, the adorable habits you couldn’t get rid of, your birthday for God’s sake. None, was ever acknowledged by your ex.

They couldn’t stand watching you wasting your attention, your time, and affection for someone who didn’t care a single thing about you. You were way too precious for the world.

The youngest out of your group, Jisung, spoke up, "You know, [Y/N], I could definitely be a better boyfriend than him." You smiled at his sweet words, the flirtiness was obviously not an undertone.

Mark popped open a cold beer can, despite already getting quite tipsy. Just another one of your friendly hangouts, drinking like irresponsible adults, gossiping like teenage girls, and enjoying each other's company like old-time friends. Sitting around the coffee table with bottles and cans of alcoholic beverages. Belongings like keys, mobile phones, or ID cards all over in different places inside Mark's flat.

"Let's play something, a game." Mark suddenly suggested. The mood was a bit down and dead, therefore, he tried to bring it up again. A game would do, Uno, or Monopoly, or beer pong?

With curiosity, "And what do you have in mind?" You asked.

Mark threw a box of playing cards onto the table. "Let's play strip poker, you two remember how to pay poker right?" Normally, you wouldn't be agreeing to play these type of games. Anything to do with taking your clothes off, or give someone oral sex, not in your favour at all. But today was different, maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or you were simply feeling adventurous. After all, life is short, why wouldn't you use your youth years to make mistakes?

"Haven't play poker since college, I might be a little rusty." Jisung commented. College was a crazy period for Jisung; school, and frat parties, and getting laid with pretty seniors and freshmen. Unbeknownst to you, he always thought of you for the whole two years he spent in college. Yes, you occupied his mind even when he was down with another.

Ever since you comforted him with sweets after his high school sweetheart cheated on him with someone else, he kept a piece of strawberry candy you gave for sentimental reasons. The way you patted his back, and hand-fed him gummy bears was ingrained into his head. Why would he date anyone else when you were right there? And from that day onwards, he developed these very special feelings for you. In his heart and mind, he held a picture of you.

Mark opened the box of cards, "I don't have chips, let's bet on a piece of clothing. Starting out small with socks, then we could raise it." Mark, tapping out from the gameplay itself. In return, he became the dealer.

You were going against Jisung, with rookie-level set of skills. Fortunately, the style of poker you were playing was merely luck over techniques. Mark shuffled the cards, in a way that cheating was impossible, a wash. He gave each of you five cards face down. Cards in your hands and alcohol by your side, you were ready to play.

"Alright, place your bets." Mark smiled, placing the rest of the deck beside him.

You surprisingly spoke first, "Socks." Of course, you weren't going to go all out right at the first round. But playing safe was also a hazard, Jisung would, for a fact, raise you.

A troublesome expression stood on Jisung's face, "I raise your bet, outer-layer." What a naughty boy, wanting to see you take off everything on your body as quick as possible. Worse, your cards were terrible, not a single pair and mismatched suits. Before the final settlement, players were allowed to switch out up to three of their cards. You did as so, Mark dealt you with three new cards. Now with a 'two pair' hand, you felt much better.

You set your cards out on the table, "Damn." You heard Jisung cussed out, threw his cards in front of him. A hand of cards that made no sense, a 'high-card' hand was what he had. Your eyes lit up as you won this round, getting the beautiful sight of the younger removing his hoodie.

You went back and forward for another few rounds, also getting Mark involved as you two bet on his clothes yourselves. You saw the shirt you gifted him during a concert last year, inside his jacket as he took it off from Jisung winning this round. You didn't expect him to wear it out since you thought the shirt was quite ugly, a horribly bright neon green colour with printed graphic of his favourite musician. You gave him that shirt as a late-birthday present, it was the only piece of official merchandise you could afford at the time. At least he was happy to receive it, but he always responded positively to anything you gifted, even if it was a literal joke.

Mark liked you, and you knew about these feelings. You liked him too, but you wanted to work it out with yourself first. Just before you left to study aboard, Mark met up with you for the last time. He was acting unusual, unlike how he always was. He would miss you a lot, and he would wait for your return back home; that was what he told you. You held his hands, despite knowing how much he would melt internally whenever you do similar gestures like so, telling him that you cherish him as much as he cherish you. You never explicitly said that you cherish him as a friend nor something else closer, he would have to fill in the blank for himself.

"I'm betting on Mark's boxer!" You said, finally having the chance to strip your best friend of everything. In your case, you were also down to your underwear. Jisung was still surviving round-to-round keeping most of his clothes.

You couldn't help but burst out laughing when you won, your stomach hurting of how much fun you were having while being close to drunk. However, the weird thing was that Mark didn't hesitate to get completely naked. You laugh died down as fast as you saw his cock already standing up.

Jisung obviously confused, also seeing his older friend's thing. "Mark, what the fuck?! Why are you hard?!" Mark didn't reply, not in a verbal way, he smirked while gazing at both of the two.

Jisung pushed the situation aside, sliding his cards to the dealer. As a new round began, "[Y/N], I'd like to bet on your underwear." You noticed he have been staring at your bare chest since you lost two rounds ago, never felt more exposed being under the younger's eyes. As if covering your naked self with your hands wouldn't help at all, those eyes of your friends bored into you like pins and nails on a wooden board. In a way, you thought, they were silently working together to go against you.

"Fuck, then I bet your pants!" You tried to appear strong to match Jisung's assertive attitude. As the bet locked in, Mark began shuffling the cards. You better pray that lady luck was in your favour, and would give you a good hand. Although, you have been losing, if not counting the rounds that Mark's clothes was at stake. You still has hope, it would be an embarrassment to lose to someone younger than you.

You received your cards, 'three-of-a-kind' hand, how lucky you were. Your hand were strong, with three queens and two other useless cards. Jisung's face said nothing, you couldn't read him. That was what made you anxious. Did he have a good hand? Or a bad one? But you were positive that the chances of you winning were high, with a set like this, it would only be likely.

The time came to reveal your cards, you placed yours first with a smug look. "How's yours, bitch? You're not winning this time." Maybe, just maybe, you celebrated a bit too early.

Your pride shattered when Jisung slapped down his cards. "Oh, really?" Jisung asked, mocking you with his tone. You should have known when he discarded one card, how could you be so naive? Three aces and a pair of kings, a 'full-house'. Now, you were officially fucked. Shame came over you as you slowly pulled down the final piece of fabric on your body, unfortunately the one that covered your most sensitive area.

You blushed a peachy pink, spread across your cheeks. "Stop staring at me, you sickos." You said, pointing at Mark and Jisung—who was enjoying the sight with much excitement, literally. Mark's thing already stood up, you were sure Jisung's was pushing against his jeans under the table.

Mark began with the same idea as earlier, "You know...Let's play something else, are you down for another game, [Y/N]?" You knew you couldn't hide it, and you knew the other were well-aware too. The sexual tension rose between all of you much longer ago, none could deny it. Another game wouldn't hurt, would it?

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