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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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[ 6:00 AM ]

tw- boyfriend haechan x fem! Reader, fluff, idk this is just a cute little scenarios. red hair Hyuck was the MOVE of the century.

“I’m going to commit arson.”

You loudly exclaim with your arms crossed, sending a deadly glares over at your red headed boyfriend. He chuckles at your deep dramatic-ness.

“You’re overreacting babe.” He tells you as he lifts himself up on the same shared bed. “No I’m not, I can’t let you go to japan!” You wrap your arms around his waist pulling his comforting presence, tightly squishing haechan as if he was a pillow.

“It’s just for the concert with the 127 hyungs.”

Haechan softly grunts but he knows not to dare to push you away from your clingy affectionate embrace, he just lets it happen. The boy looks over at his shoulders where you buried your entire face in so he couldn’t see you.

He didn’t think much of it until he heard soft sniffles leaving your scattering lips, the cold sensation on his loose Michael Jackson shirt begins to form a wet patch. “Yah…are you crying?” He slowly croaks out. You shake your head, scoffing. “Pft me cry? No…” haechan couldn’t help but think, Liar.

You soon were pulled away from the embrace and laid down on the bed with haechan hovering above you. Hands cradling your face with sad tears oozing out your eyes, his thumb rubbing your round red cheeks as he leans down whispering. “Y/n y/n y/n, what am i going to do with you baby.” he softly sang watching you as if you were the most important precious thing to him.

you crying touched his heart but as much as it was heart warming to have an overprotective strong, dramatic and caring girlfriend— he really doesn’t like to see you cry; at least not with sadness. That’s another time for another story.

He plants soft kisses on your forehead which subtly calms you down with your chest going back to a mellow breathing. he shines you a soft smile, “how about i bring you a souvenir from japan when i come back?”

Your lips curl into a pout as you look away, murmuring. “that’s called a bribery, hyuck.”

he widely grins. “You bet it is. But! Aside the question, what do you want as a present.” you turn to him with an eyebrow raise. “I want…”

“You’re gonna laugh at me actually nevermind—“ you felt him raise his eyebrow whining at your words. “I wonttttt when have i ever laughed at you!” he said. y/n slightly sits up side eyeing haechan suspiciously. “Yah you literally tease me ever since you found my Wattpad fanfics I wrote when I was in ninth grade.”

haechan’s face Squeamishly turns upside down as he tried to held in his laugh, but failed ultimately as y/n hears loud laughter. “You were in your kinky writer era.” Both of you stare at each other for a long pause of silence until one of you guys broke into smiles followed by shared laughter . “I really was I won’t lie.” You flash him a tiny grin.

he lays down on the bed next to you as you curl on the side watching him as he was doing the same, staring into your eyes lovingly. “i want Harry style’s new album…” you whisper to your boyfriend.

“now why would i laugh at that.” he brings up caressing your face. “Is it because of the fact that you wrote fanfics about Harry styles—“

“Yah you really don’t need to remind me of that!” you roll on top of haechan with a flush of colours on your cheek, truly it was embarrassing for you anyways. “I’ll try my best m’am.” He softly reassures as his hands lazily sneak on your waist and his face slowly found a way to rest on your chest, relaxing with murmurs leaving those heart shape beautiful red lips. “I’ll definitely come back with Harry style album for you.”

you smile, brushing fingers through his vibrant bright red hair, he always loved the way your soft long slender fingers wrap round his locks. he hums. “you need to call me when you arrive there…call me before bed too.. call me at lunch as well.”

you were listing any moment of the day so he can call, text or update you just anything. As much as you want him near you in your life every second of the day you know that you cannot stop his career and you wouldn’t want that either. You love haechan’s career and you love him.

You know how much haechan worked his way into this music industry and he was born for it.

“Don’t worry babe, I won’t leave you alone that’s for sure.” Haechan speaks lifting his head up, his chin resting on your cleavage. “You got me here with you all the time.”

“I love you.”

He whispers. you smile at his words before feeling his lips fall on yours, a passionate kiss reuniting you both until tomorrow morning where he ultimately has to get the plane. nevertheless, you will remember this kiss and wait until he finishes the concert.

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kusaka6e · 2 years

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CHICAGO

prohero!izuku x fem!reader

implied/mentioned nsfw, 18+!!

insp by chicago by michael jackson

wc: 3.5k

this took me FOREVER to finish writing and idek if i like it anymore sigh, the ending kinda sucks so pls bare w me

[part two]

———

he hadn’t expected to meet you the way he did. or for things to go as far as they did.

you both happened to be on the same flight back to japan, him in the window seat and you in the aisle.

“is anyone sitting here?” you gestured to the empty spot between the two of you, hoping to set your bag down there.

“it’s mine, i always buy two seats when i fly. you can use it if you want.”

with his massive build and broad shoulders, you could see why he felt the need to buy two. the spray of freckles across his face shifted as he smiled sweetly.

why does he look so familiar?

“you just passing through japan, or?”

“going home, actually.”

“me too!”

the pilot begins to speak overhead as the flight attends begin the safety demonstration, making both of you go silent.

the plane lurches forward, making it’s way down the runway to take off.

“i’m izuku.”

“(f/n), nice to meet you.” he seemed sweet enough, but you rarely told people your real name. your job as a private investigator had made you hyper-aware of how dangerous even the most unsuspecting person could be.

“so, what was it that brought you out of japan?” he gulps as you cross one of your legs over the other, trying his best not to stare.

“i took a contract with some pro heroes overseas, but it’s over with now. what about you?”

pro hero?

holy shit

japan’s number-one hero was staring at you like a lovesick puppy.

“what do you do for work?”

“i’m a private investigator.”

“so you could dig up dirt on me, if you wanted to?”

“depends. got anything to hide?” you give him a sultry grin as you slightly lean forward, shamelessly switching your gaze from his bright eyes down to his lips.

dear god

the six hour flight flew by with you two making conversation, izuku almost growing sad when it was over. he learned that you were single (miraculously), had two kids and were trying to work through some issues with their father, and that he was insanely comfortable talking to you already.

he hesitated as the plane landed, mind racing as everyone around the two of you began to pull their bags from overhead compartments.

“this might seem forward but, could i call you sometime?”

the small nod you give him makes his stomach drop, fighting the urge to smile so hard his cheeks hurt when you began to scribble on a napkin from the meal earlier in the flight.

“i dont keep a personal phone, with work and all. if you text that number, just make it seem like you’re a client.”

“o-okay.” he curses himself internally for his stuttering habit coming back, amazed that you were able to spike his nerves the way you did.

“i hope i see you again, izuku. be safe out there.” you give him a wink before you disappear down the aisle, leaving him staring at your silhouette longingly.

“mommy!” you grin as you open the door to your house, your lavender haired daughters both sprinting towards you.

“hi pretty girls.” you smile warmly as you kneel to hug them both, their never-ending excitement to see you tugging your heartstrings.

you stand after a few minutes, your husband’s tired eyes meeting yours.

“hi ’toshi.”

“hey.” you frown as he gives you a half-hearted hug with one arm, noticing how he dodged your face to make you kiss his cheek rather than his lips.

you let out a sigh as he grabs his keys, hero costume on.

“i’ll be back tonight.”

“alright. be safe, love you.”

he closes the door before you finish your sentence, making your shoulders drop. if he replied, he hadn’t said it loud enough for you to hear him.

i guess being away didn’t make him miss me after all.

“mommy, what’s the matter with dad?”

“he’s just tired baby.”

a bittersweet feeling rises in your chest as your daughters run back to their rooms, ignorant to the depth of the issues between you and their father.

you go into work a few days with puffy eyes from a screaming match with hitoshi the night before, thankful that your office space isn’t shared with anyone else.

a notification from an unknown number flashes across the screen of your work phone, making your face twist in confusion.

unknown, today 8:24 am

could i book an appointment at your next availability please?

your mind goes blank for a second, before you break out into a grin.

izuku.

fortunately i have availability later today

i’ll pencil you in for my 3:00 opening

the tasks of your workday begin to pile up, phone calls from other clients distracting you and before you know it, hours have passed. a knock on your office door startles you, before you hear his voice.

“hi, uhm, is this the right office? for the three o’clock appointment?”

you try to force away the blush creeping up your cheeks, suddenly extremely self-conscious about your choice in clothes for work that day. you were almost sure he’d forget about you, or not take your offer seriously. that was part of the reason why you’d lied about not having a personal phone, and why you were so bold towards him. and even when he texted; he was literally the top hero in japan, why would he have time for you?

but there he stood in your office doorway, black t-shirt straining against his biceps and towering over you.

“hi.”

“hey.” he gives you a nervous smile as you gesture for him to come in, closing the door behind him.

after some initial awkward conversation, you’re amazed at how easy he is to talk to. he leans on his forearms onto your desk, giving you a better view of the constellation of freckles and scars surrounding his bright eyes.

“digging up anything exciting today?”

“nah, just run of the mill stuff.”

“c’mon, you have a cool job like this and you’re telling me there’s nothing crazy going on?” you’re taken aback by his genuine interest, not having spoken to anyone about your workday in months.

“well, there is this one case…”

before you know it, you’d ranted for almost an hour, sharing as many details as you can without violating the privacy of your contract, izuku listening intently and chiming in every so often.

“i’m so sorry, i didn't mean to talk you to death.”

“don’t be sorry, i’m really enjoying listening.”

something about his dialect and body language left no room for you to doubt; he really was holding on to your every word. he notices a framed photo on your desk, grinning at the picture of your girls.

“your daughters?”

“yea.” your stomach drops, thankful that you’d rearranged recently, and that the framed picture of you and hitoshi was no longer displayed by your computer monitor. when you noticed his wedding ring sitting on his nightstand rather than his finger, you took it upon yourself to change a few things too.

“they’re adorable.” he slightly cocks up an eyebrow, their wild lavender hair strikingly familiar.

“i feel bad being here so much, instead of being at home with them.”

“i’m sure they’ll understand. you’ve gotta do what you have to to take care of them, right?”

“i do, i just wish i could do that and spend more time with them.”

“you’re doing the best you can, that’s all you can do.”

“you’re right. it’s just so difficult, especially when i don’t get much help from their dad, and my family lives out of the country. i’m starting to think they might like their nanny more than me.” your last sentence makes both of you chuckle, but you don’t miss the concerned look in his eyes.

nothing you were saying was necessarily a lie; hitoshi had been acting like he was married to his job instead of you, and your family really did live out of the country. you just opted to not mention that your kid’s father was also your (very estranged) husband.

“with you being there for them, i bet you three can get through anything.” he cautiously grabs your hand across your desk, heat rising in his chest when you gently squeeze his palm.

soon enough he had to go back to his agency to fill out paperwork, to both of your dismay.

“it was really nice to see you again, (f/n).”

your breath catches upon hearing the fake name you told him, watching his smile slightly drop in confusion.

“izuku, i’m sorry, my name is (y/n). i give almost everyone a fake name the first time i meet them.”

he has an unreadable expression on his face for a moment before his smile returns, no trace of animosity to be found.

“that’s understandable. with your line of work, im sure there’s lots of weirdos you have to steer clear of.”

he pulls you in for a hug before he goes, his secure embrace nearly melting you on the spot.

“i’ll see you soon, (y/n).” he leaned down to speak close to your ear, such a simple gesture being wildly attractive coming from him.

after he leaves your office you have to take a few breaths to refocus, trying to be sure what just happened was real.

“dude, you’ve been smiling like an idiot all morning. what’d you get laid or something?” denki nudged izuku as they walked into the hero conference the next morning, making him roll his eyes.

“i can’t be in a good mood?”

“that’s not just a ‘good mood’ look, i’m not stupid.”

some of the top heros were meeting with the commissioner that morning, to be briefed on a new assignment that would be pretty widespread among the pro-heros in the city.

“you’re up early. don’t you usually work at night?” you frown as you’re met with hitoshi adjusting his modulator in the kitchen, an unusual sight for the morning.

“we’re getting briefed on some big assignment with some of the top pros, i’ve gotta be at this meeting early.” your stomach drops at his words, instantly thinking of izuku.

hitoshi double-takes, chuckling at the sight of your tired eyes and bedhead. he rarely got to see you in the mornings anymore, and it was a view he didn’t realize how much he’d missed.

“i’ll be back late, i’ve got some stuff to do at the agency after this meeting.” you nod, nearly jumping in surprise as he ruffles your already wild hair, kissing one of your temples.

“have a good day, love you.”

you stare at the front door absolutely dumbfounded, wondering if you were dreaming. that was the first time in months he had not only not dodged your advances, but made the first move to be affectionate towards you.

you shake off the thought as you dress for work, your daughter’s nanny showing up shortly before you leave.

your mind races as you sit down to check your morning emails, particularly towards a green-haired pro-hero.

“hitoshi?”

“izuku?”

“what’s up?! long time no see, how have you been?”

“you know, the usual graveyard shift stuff. how about you, big shot? you’ve been tearing up the charts lately.”

izuku grinned as him and shinso caught up before the meeting began, happy to see his friend again after so long. since shinso did more underground hero work and izuku was constantly working on bigger cases, on top of his overseas case, he’d barely seen any of his friends lately.

it was another two weeks before you saw him again, and you were giddy with excitement the next time he came through your door. hitoshi’s new assignment had him busier than ever, making you go a few days in a row without seeing him sometimes.

“izuku!”

“hi!!” you giggle in surprise as he hugs you tightly, slightly lifting you off the ground. you were in such a rush to open the door for him that you barely hear plastic crinkle at your side. as he sets you down, you see an elaborate bouquet of flowers in his hand, making heat rise in your cheeks.

“i thought you might like the purple, to remind you of your girls.” you freeze for a moment at the connection he made, his consideration nearly making your eyes well.

if only he knew who else purple reminded me of.

“izuku, these are beautiful.”

“i’m so glad you like them.” he breaks into a wide grin, noticing you double taking at his face.

“what happened here?” almost instinctively, you gently cup your hand onto the side of his face, noticing a new wound below one of his eyes.

“o-oh, it’s nothing, just typical work stuff. it’s not major, i promise.” the new touch lights fire under his skin, relishing in how soft your hands are.

he stays in your office for another few hours, conversation flowing easily again and updating each other on your lives. you’re both speaking animatedly with lots of hand gestures, resulting in your fingers brushing each other repeatedly. eventually, he just grabs one of your hands and toys with your fingers as he talks, the size difference in your hands being almost comical.

his phone rings, groaning as he sees who’s name is on the screen.

“hello- okay don’t raise your voice at me asshole. yes, yes, alright i’ll be back soon. boy, shut the hell up.”

“work?” you let out a chuckle, recognizing dynamight’s yell on the other end of the phone.

“unfortunately. i’ve gotta go, but i’ll see you again soon.”

he wraps you in a hug, making your breath hitch when he quickly kisses the top of your hair.

“bye, (y/n).” he flashes his signature grin as he closes your office door, leaving you smiling like an idiot.

“good day at work?”

“what makes you say that, mai?” your nanny smiles as she hands one of your daughters a snack, before she hurries back into her room with her sister.

“you’re glowing.”

“yea, something like that.” your cheeks heat as you set your purse down, your thoughts running in the direction of your new muse.

“it’s nice to see you smile again, (y/n). whatever’s going on, i hope it keeps up.”

your eyes go wide at her words, stopping in your tracks.

was it that obvious how much you were struggling ?

“midoriya’s got a girlfriend.”

mina nearly chokes on her water, staring at izuku expectantly

“do i now?”

“there’s no way anyone would ever wanna date your nerdy ass.”

“like you haven’t wanted to since we were kids?” izuku’s comment makes the group laugh, but mina doesn’t miss the way his eyes sparkle, looking off into space with a goofy smile.

izuku found himself in your office at least once a week, looking forward to those meetings more than anything. he wanted so bad to see you somewhere other than your office, but his status made it almost impossible for him to even think about going anywhere without paparazzi pouncing on him. the only reason you two’s office meet ups weren’t suspected by anyone was because it was completely normal for the pro heroes to work with investigators on all the different cases circulating the city.

but he was fed up with only seeing you in your office. so a few months into seeing him, you found yourself checking into a local hotel under a fake name, to preserve the secrecy of his identity.

you gently knock on the door to the room, gasping as izuku barely opens the door and pulls you in, quickly closing it behind you.

he looks you up and down, still processing the fact that you’re really standing in front of him.

“hi.” he grins widely, his voice barely audible.

“why are you whispering?” you giggle as you match his volume, cradling his face as you step towards him.

“i don’t know.” this makes both of you break into full blown laughter, giddy at the interaction.

there’s comfortable silence for a few moments, izuku’s eyes glittering as he analyzes all the details of your face up close. you feel like you’re shrinking under his gaze, his attentiveness and excitement to just be in your presence feeling so foreign.

“you’re so pretty.”

maybe it’s the sincerity in his voice, or the stability you feel from his large hands holding your waist, or the excitement of his green eyes dancing all over your facial features. something about such a simple statement tips you over the edge, pulling him against you before you can think twice.

he gasps when your lips meet his, freezing for only a second before lifting you off the ground easily, wrapping your legs around his waist as he makes his way towards the bed in the room.

he’s kissing you

izuku is kissing you

you are kissing izuku

his mind is racing as he sits down, sitting you atop his lap and never disconnecting from you. he’d daydreamed about this more times than he could count.

izuku was observant, that was no secret. and as you two fell into rhythm with each other, you realized just how observant of you he was. his hands worked against your body like the movement was natural, confident as his fingers traced every curve of your frame.

guilt washed over you as he began to pepper kisses down your neck, momentarily second guessing your actions.

he slips his hand under your shirt, rubbing up and down your back as he kisses you.

“you have… no idea… how long i’ve wanted… to do this.” he nearly whimpers, kissing along your jawline before meeting your lips again. something about the desperation, the gratitude in his tone, made all your doubt wash away.

he pulls your shirt over your head, eyes catching on the intricate tattoo on your ribs, trailing down your side.

you’re on your way home a few hours later, feeling like you’re walking on clouds. but as you pull into your driveway and pull your keys from the ignition of your car, everything in you deflates.

what the hell am i doing?

“so, i met someone.”

“i knew it!” denki nearly launches off of his chair, making shinso groan.

izuku grinned at kaminari’s excitement, his friends all looking expectantly to hear about his new muse.

“how’d you meet?”

“we ended up sitting next to each other on my flight back from the US. i asked for her number when we landed, and it just kind of took off from there.”

“you look like you’re about to start kicking your feet like a damn schoolgirl.” bakugou scoffs.

“wait, i wanna hear more!! details, izu. is she hot? what’s she do? do we know her?” mina leans forward onto her elbows, eyes glittering.

“i don’t think you guys know her. she’s a PI, she keeps her life pretty secret.”

“sounds just like (y/n). she’s a PI too, most people don’t even know she exists.” shinso chuckles fondly, taking a sip of his beer.

“yea, sh- wait, what?”

“oh shit, you were overseas when we got married. my wife, (y/n), is a PI.”

shinso cocks up an eyebrow as izuku’s face pales.

“what’s the matter midoriya?” kirishima looks curiously between the two.

izuku sighs heavily, quickly putting the pieces together.

“dragon tattoo?” he gestures to his ribs.

“yea, how do y-“ shinso cuts off his own sentence, knuckles tingling when he realizes what izuku is insinuating.

“aw shit.” kaminari is the first to break the silence, the tension thick between the group.

“nice going, nerd.”

“you’re married?”

“you’re fucking my wife?!”

“neither of you even wear a wedding ring, how was i supposed to-“ izuku stops as shinso storms up to him, gripping the collar of his shirt.

“hitoshi, hold o-“

“sit the fuck down.” he barks, effectively making kirishima and kaminari return to their seats.

as bad as he wanted to swing, he knew izuku would destroy him in a physical fight. thankfully, he had other ideas.

“how long?” he growls

“shinso-“

“how long have you been fucking my wife, midoriya?”

izuku feels his mind cloud, shinso’s quirk making his body go slack.

“a few months.”

“did she tell you she was married?”

“no.”

“that we have kids?”

“yes.”

“call her.”

mina clamps her hand over her mouth as izuku pulls his phone from his pocket, shinso putting the phone on speaker so everyone can hear the ringing.

“hello?”

shinso chuckles bitterly, biting down on the inside of his cheek as hearing your voice confirmed everything.

you look away from the cartoon your daughters had playing, realizing they’re both asleep on the couch where you three sat.

you see izuku’s name flash across the screen of your work phone, stomach turning as you slide your finger across the screen to answer it.

“hello?”

“go on, tell her, midoriya.”

your breath catches, the voice on the line all too familiar, even though it didn’t belong to izuku.

“shinso knows about us, (y/n).”

shit.

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knightyoomyoui · 1 year

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The 1% Of Chances | TWICE Jeongyeon x Male Reader: CHAPTER 3

The next day, all of the managers assigned to each member of TWICE, including you, assembled in the dormitory building lobby.

This was your first gathering with your new coworkers, and it was both intriguing and awkward for you to be among these new faces. "Guys, listen up first, we have our new addition on our team here to join us today and so on," Sadness grabbed everyone's attention to her. She placed her hand on your shoulder and silently signaled you to take the turn. "Hello, my name is YN/LN. I'm a newly employed in JYPE and under Division 3 for TWICE's Management Team. I'm also the new personal manager for TWICE's Jeongyeon. I hope we can get along pretty well." you bowed softly at them. The other managers nodded and clapped as your introduction with their faces plastered with awe and gladness for you. "Nice to meet you, YN. Welcome to the family!" they all exclaimed at once before walking forward one by one to welcome you and introduce themselves. "Perfect. Jihyo just chatted me. They're about to come here," Sadness said, peering at her phone she'd been holding since before all of you walked in here.

After a few minutes of waiting and engaging in some small conversation to bond with your coworkers, the elevator doors opened, revealing all TWICE members, with the leader herself, Jihyo, leading the way.

You all enthusiastically welcomed your respective members before they returned the favor with a warm smile and the same message. As you took Jeongyeon's handbag and paper bag from JYP, the 6 other members noticed your unfamiliar presence, which piqued their interest in you. They already assumed you were Jeongyeon's new manager based on how quickly you approached the idol entrusted to you, but they also wanted to learn more about you as a person... They did the same thing as their other managers, whom they initially met in prior years. They all boarded the first black van, while the management team boarded the second, and both drove straight to the JYP Entertainment headquarters.

Placing the car on one of the vacant spots of the parking lot, all hopped out before everyone entered the place, being greeted by the kind lady receptionists.

Through groups, all of you took the elevator to reach the 5th floor which is where the Michael Jackson Dance Practice Room is located. This is where TWICE is also scheduled to have their dance choreography today for their upcoming comeback.

As the other managers stepped out to go somewhere around the place first while TWICE is preparing to do warm ups, Sadness and Jeongyeon both noticed that the rest of the members keeps on stealing glances at the newbie which is you.

Jeongyeon walked towards you and grasped your arm. "We're complete this time, you can meet the other members now."

"They've been wondering about you already since the ride, YN. Go on.", Sadness encouraged you.

You nodded minimally before Jeongyeon shouted at the girls, her loud voice echoing around the room which effectively had their heads turned at the source of it.

"Oppa here has to say something for yall to listen guys.", Jeongyeon said as she pointed at you. Their pair of eyes are now landed at you, which makes you a bit shy knowing that you're literally about to talk in front of MORE THAN ONE WORLDWIDE-FAMOUS IDOL this time.

It feels like a dream it is to step in the center of a room you thought you will never ever got a chance to be in it, standing along with people that you never even expected to meet them not only personally... but very closely.

No other fans for them to see, just you all alone; waiting for you to speak and to learn who you are not just as a ONCE, but to serve another purpose for them too.

"Hello everyone, I'm YN/LN. I am a newly hired personal manager for Jeongyeon here. It's really an honor to meet and to work with such very talented and highly popular members of one of the biggest girl groups ever existed in K-Pop industry. I hope we can get along really smooth together as how I can definitely can say for me on what I can do also for you girls.", you bowed respectfully at them.

Mina and Jihyo just smiled widely at your good introduction that's probably better than what they got yesterday while the others especially Chaeyoung who is known with her very expressive self, gasping at what they heard from you.

"Hello, manager YN oppa! Pleasure to meet you too and please take care of us well!", they waved their hands simultaneously at you and bowed in sync, keeping that adorable pure smiles in their faces that didn't failed to melt your soul.

Nayeon, Momo, Sana, Dahyun, Chaeyoung and Tzuyu came forward to shake hands with you while Jeongyeon, Mina and Jihyo gave you a thumbs up before they proceeded with the warm-ups to prepare theirselves for another tiring day.

Minutes afterwards, they began playing "Ready To Be," their new single from their next album, and as an ONCE yourself, you can't help but feel absolutely thrilled to be the first to hear what bomb of a song they're about to put in the world soon.

You were organizing Jeongyeon's upcoming schedules for tomorrow and the following days this week in your tablet as they made a barrage of stomping sounds in the dance floor as they moved so energetically and with full cooperation with each other while the banger played in the background as they danced through its rhythm, you were organizing Jeongyeon's upcoming schedules for tomorrow and the following days this week in your tablet.

They reached their limit of time for them to get their deserving break for a moment, you were still had your eyes stuck in the wrestling match playing on your phone that caused you to be unaware of Jeongyeon slowly approaching your side.

She poked your side and you tilted your head at her.

"Oh hey Jeong."

"We're on a break now oppa."

"Good. Rest well, okay?"

"Yeah, but... we're going to the JYPBOB to eat and I want to ask if you... want to join us there?", Jeongyeon requested.

Your eyes dilated at what Jeongyeon said. It shocked you that you're about to eat with the girl group you're heavily stanning all by yourself.

If this ain't called luck, you don't know what to describe this unreal moment anymore.

"M-me?"

"Yeah. Was there any YN in this room too?", Jeongyeon ridiculously looked at you, smirking as her eyebrow raised. You scratched your nape apologetically at your dumb response.

"We just want to get to know you more, oppa and ofcourse for them to have you as their new friend from work."

"U-uhh sure, I don't really have a problem with it's just... I'm not completely processed the fact that I'm working with you girls and this company.", you chuckled sheepishly.

"I'm still in disbelief, you know. Now i'm here again, on the second day of my work; just got spoiled by your new song and the next one is me about to eat with you girls in one table."

Jeongyeon giggled at your dreamy look. "It's fine, YN. You'll get used to it someday. But you know, I would like it more if... you'll get along with us not just as a fanboy but just as being yourself you know.

Let's set aside the music, the industry, work. Everything. Just us, having close connections to one another like what friend's typically have between."

You nodded, agreeing at Jeongyeon's point. "That's my intention, Jeong. I don't want those to be the only thing that revolves around us. I would rather live a life with you girls just minding our own happiness and how related we are on many other things than that."

Jeongyeon smiled, relieved at what you admitted. "We're even then. Let's go, Momo's probably whining now below because they're ain't allow to eat yet while we're still not joining them.", she gestured you to follow her and you did, placing back your tablet at your bag.

Entering the JYPE's famous eco-friendly, cozy and healthy cafeteria; you saw the 8 other members talking at each other before they got interrupted with you and Jeongyeon's apperance.

Momo who's always excited to eat, sighed in gratefulness that both of you still had a plan to include yourselves in their group lunch.

All of you prayed with Dahyun leading it, sending thanks to God for having a delicious and healthy meal for today before everyone began devouring each other's foods.

During the whole lunch, each of them urged you to start a conversation with them, setting a beginning of constructing a strong and closer bond of friendship with every single one of them.

JYP and Sadness noona didn't lied. They sure are keeping their real personality even when the cameras are all filming and recording them for their projects, news, interviews etc.

What you learned from them when you were once doing a research about each members after you newly stanned TWICE in your early days of being a ONCE was the same as what you experienced to them while talking with them.

Nayeon being the most hyper, teasing target of Jeongyeon and Tzuyu and the member who gets easily sulk and grumpy whenever they do that. That was the reason why she was given the nickname "granny" not only because she's the oldest of the group.

She even proposed a collab with you just to help her get protected from the teasing she's getting from her bestfriend and her little maknae, which Chaeyoung agreed at that idea and yes you all witnessed it in your own eyes... and it surely had you found it funny and cute.

And as for other members, you also observed some new qualities of them too that you never able to figured it out when you were once watching them only from everywhere.

Momo surely does eats a lot and it makes her really quiet when food is in front of her. She barely even spoken throughout the whole break. Just one curious question from you and she's done.

She did laughed and reacted with them tho, but that's where she can only do already when she still has a yummy food to beat first.

Sana is undoubtedly the most bubbly. She laughs a lot. A LOT. And her small girl voice whenever she unleashes such an adorable sound like that easily makes you also share the same mood as her.

Jihyo is the most matured one but she also joins not only with the flow of Nayeon and Jeongyeon's crazy doings but as for the other members too; with her intention to guard and monitor them just in case things won't go well.

She's like a mother who's managing to keep her kids entertained while at the same time to maintain their well controlled and stable state, hence that's why the leader position was given to her.

Mina is surely the most silent one. If Momo can't speak because of her food... well, that's only because she has something that is distracting her, unlike Mina... it's already a part of her personality along with being such a gentle and elegant lady. Maybe she didn't like speaking that much only if it's needed, you guessed.

Dahyun is the one who spits out some jokes or random funny moments she experienced, Chaeyoung being protective over her Nayeon unnie as she tries to lure away the member that's disturbing her big sister which is Jeongyeon and Tzuyu being... Tzuyu. You were stiffling a laughter whenever you see Tzuyu rolling her eyes and twitching her face in disgust or weirdness at her unnies' antics, like for example... Nayeon's aegyos.

But the precious thing about Tzuyu is that even though she may be acting as the tough, matured, and serious girl; her weakness and soft spot will always be her unnies' loving and caring treatment for their one and only giant baby of their group.

Ofcourse, how could you forget also the last but not the least.

Jeongyeon is well... you don't even need to confirm your speculations because you already saw the glimpse of who she really is in real life yesterday. She's so entertaining and fun to be with.

They were right, it feels very different and lacking if one of them are absent on having a special moment like this.

It was once occurred from Mina's hiatus back from 2019... and this time you were very sure that it was the same as Jeongyeon's absence in 2020 because you are right here with them to realize it. It feels so good and a glorious sight to see them complete.

It makes you feel thankful to the Gods that despite all of these challenges, it won't prevent them still from tearing apart. They will remain as 9 and complete as long as they want.

It's definitely their fate to be together forever, because they're not just a k-pop group anymore... this right here, is a family.

Your time with them really went smooth and a lot of fun, enough to energize yourself to become active through the rest of the day in your duty.

TWICE will always be your rest and your source of happiness and peace indeed, you said to yourself.

Nighttime struck by and it's been hours since they've been practicing really hard for their choreo, finally it's been officially wrapped up by their dance instructor as they did the final repeat of the whole song very clean.

All of us clapped in respect and impressiveness for TWICE's hardwork and being the humble and kind idols they are, they bowed and chanted thankful greetings for us too while joining also the wave of applause roaming the room.

You are currently staring at the back of the seat of the chair where Mina is sitting, mind full of random thoughts or should I say... summarization of everything that transpired in your whole day.

Jeongyeon who just stopped playing JYP Superstar game, side glanced at you and noticed that you might be spacing out.

"A penny of your thoughts, YN?", she pinched your nose, compressing the airway which cancelled your breathing for a second.

You choked and coughed a little while Jeongyeon laughed hard as she also tried to compose her volume not to disturb her other members and the managers riding with them in the van too.

"W-what the heck, Jeong...", you cupped your nose as you watched Jeongyeon almost getting red from laughing too much.

"S-sorry... I-I just wanted to try waking someone back up from reality in a different way.", she said in between her laughter that has been slowing down in disapperance atleast.

"You're crazy Jeong.", you clicked your tongue and ruffled her hair which caused a groan and a pout from her.

"Okay stop stop I'm sorryyy!.", she said, begging you to stop it. She presented a grin again on you.

"You've been staring at Mina's back of her seat for I don't know how long, you got any problems occupying your mind?", Jeongyeon asked, sincerely asking you like as a true friend she is.

"Ahh, is that so?", you innocently said. "It's nothing, still the same as what we talked before we joined the girls at the cafeteria. I can't help it, Jeong. I'm sorry. It's very surreal, you know?

I can't believe I'm literally friends now with the people I've been idolizing a lot and wishing so bad I could meet people like them, and it was all granted for me... yet it literally brought you all guys in my life also as the people i'm referring to instead.

I guess it's safe to say that it only does mean that you guys are unique of a kind. Unmatchable and irrepleaceable. There's nobody like you, Jeongyeon. You are the one and only.", you said as you looked directly into her shimmering eyes, delighted again at your words of compliment you have stored solely for her this time.

Jeongyeon looked away from you as she hid her forming blush in her cheeks, watching the surroundings of Seoul behind the window passed by the moving van both of you are in.

Her heart beats rapidly and she ain't lying that this is the first time she had this kind of extraordinary feeling in her entire life mainly caused by you.

What's even more impressive from her is that, she just literally met you for only 3 days so far.

Same experience, same confusion.

It arises the questions appearing in her head, thinking as to why is it that only a guy like you can make her feel this way.

Can she call it something else referred by many as love?

No, it's not possible, she thought. She just met you for a short time and she knew to herself that she's a very hard to get type of lady when it comes on earning an opportunity for a man to have her in a romantic relationship. You still have a lot to give for her, she believes.

She sweeped off the delusional possibility before she returned her eyes back at you.

But her tongue got stuck for a few seconds because she sweared that she saw you differently as her view recovered from your figure.

You looked somehow... more interesting in her eyes.

She blinked rushly and rubbed it with her palm. Noticing that she's acting strange, you checked up on her.

"Jeong, you okay?"

"Yeah yeah, i-i'm ok.", Jeongyeon excused. "My eyes got dry a little bit, that's all."

"The only thing I can say for you YN is that, I understand that you're sharing the same wish as what every fans of us wants to have, and that is to be on your position right now. Surely, they even imagined what is it like to be a manager of us too that's why I said that.

Watching us as a fan on performing the dance we've been trying to keep as a secret before the day we're planning to release it, eating together with us, talk, and even sit beside me. I can name it all.

Like what you said... fate has a meaning why it was blessed for our lives to cross with.

And for me, your situation right now only means one thing.

You're the luckiest supporter of us, most importantly... mine, YN.

Based from what I can see within how you interact and treat me also, you deserved it.", she held your hand and patted it while smiling sweetly at you.

You were heartwarmed by Jeongyeon's inspirational message she shared from you, seething the fresh, comfortable atmosphere she created that was enwrapping both you and her at this very touching moment.

Now arriving at the dorm, you escorted Jeongyeon; following her from behind on her way back to her dorm with Mina and Jihyo.

Before she enters the elevator, you gave the belongings to her as you bid goodbye and good night greeting for Jeongyeon, Mina and Jihyo.

Just as when the two other fellow managers of yours instantly went back to their dormroom...

"Wait, YN!"

You rotated your body around to face Jeongyeon again.

Only to watch her walk slowly at you and engulf you in a hug.

"You did a good job today, oppa.", she whispered in your ear as she rubbed the palm of her hand in circles on your back.

"You too, Jeong.", you returned the kind, motivating and ensuring message to her because she earned it too.

You saw Mina and Jihyo who's holding the elevator door open from the distance smirking and squinting their eyes interestingly at the sight of you and Jeongyeon hugging together.

Thankfully, Jeongyeon released her hug immediately as she waved one last goodbye off you before she walked back to her members in the elevator.

You waited for them to close the door and reach their floor. When they did, you returned back in your dorm bringing a blush and fluttering heart from your idol's gesture.

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f4eism · 2 years

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Can u do a Steve x Henderson! Reader where maybe she’s getting bullied at school (he’s graduated) and is feeling really sad, and insecure feeling like she doesn’t Deserve Steve. He comforts her, and then while they’re cuddling Dustin walks in and doesn’t know they’re dating? Just fluff and some hurt/comfort

Ty!! <33

you're so welcome! ty for requesting, my writing isn't the best but i enjoyed writing for you!! :3

steve harrington x fem!henderson! reader

you spent most of your school days in the library where you could think, or rather— for some peace and quiet. you rarely spoke and inserted yourself into things, but people still found a way to pick on you and tease you in the most embarrassing ways possible. if it wasn't some jealous girl bringing up how you managed to pull steve harrington of ALL people in hawkins high, they were talking about your weight or overall apperance. sometimes the words would really get to you, and you were slowly starting to believe them.

others times, you wanted to snap and just yell "maybe steve loves me for me! did you lot ever think about that?!" but you weren't that bold. you never have been.

the table you were currently sitting at had no other people around it except you. the table across from it was full of rude, asshole kids who always happened to pick on you at the worst possible times.

spitballs and crumpled up paper was thrown at your head as you shakily tried to continue reading stephen king's misery. to no avail, the spitballs and paper would not stop coming. you contemplated telling the librarian but deep down you knew she wouldn't do jack shit about it. one of the girls who bullied you relentlessly father was a well renowned lawyer. people knew not to fuck with the bowen family.

you rolled your eyes at the thought and quickly closed your book, grabbing your backpack and purse and speed walking to the doors, out of the library. not before loudly overhearing "she's such a loser. why did steve harrington choose her out of all people?" followed along by a bunch of snickers and giggles. that made you stop dead in your tracks, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes as you quickly tried to wipe them away and fan your face before anybody could see or notice. you got yourself together, straighting out your shirt and quickly heading for the nearest exit, not wanting to be at hawkins high a moment longer.

jogging to your car, you slammed the door and rested your head against the steering wheel. starting on the breathing techniques steve taught you, you slowly got your bearings and cranked your car up, pulling out of the hawkins students parking lot.

your first instinct was to go see steve at family video store and that's exactly where you started to head to. michael jackson's 'human nature' played softly in the background and you bobbed your head to the beat of the music. driving and listening to music was freeing to you, it was therapeutic. stopping at a redlight, you thought about steve and how he was doing. maybe he didn't want to see you? that thought always gnawed away at your thoughts, you often times found yourself doubting his love for you. you shook your head and continued driving, pulling into family video a few minutes later.

you stayed in your car for a few minutes before finally saying fuck it and getting out. walking into the store with a lopsided grin on your face, you saw robin rewinding a movie looking as pretty as ever. you skipped up to the register and with an obnoxious singsong voice said "oh robbieeee, robbie my loveee".

robin stopped what she was doing and looked at you, bursting out into a fit of giggles. you started giggling right along with her. robin was like a bestfriend to you, she was there for you when nobody else was, and you and steve were the only people who knew that she liked girls. her secret was safe with the both of you. always.

clutching your stomach, your giggles finally started to cease. starting to look at some movies, you asked "so rob, where's steve? i need to talk to him."

robin pointed over her shoulder and replied "he's in the back, he gets off in like 5 minutes actually. have fun kiddos!". you rolled your eyes at her and giggled, poking her in the side.

making your way to the back your hands started to sweat. you never knew why you got so nervous, you and steve have been dating for a few months now but he still made you as nervous as you were on you guys' first date. walking in, steve opened his arms for a hug and you gladly jumped into them. holding on for dear life.

you mumbled into his shirt "i missed you so fucking much." you started to rub soothing circles up and down his back. steve kissed the top of your head and muttered a sweet "i missed you more". your heart fluttered, god this man was going to be the death of you.

breaking apart from each other you grabbed steve's hand and started to walk to the family video doors, "cmon baby your shift is over. lets go to my place and watch a movie." you felt steve's grip on your hand tighten as you waved goodbye to robin and pushed open the doors, leading steve out.

going to your car, you asked steve if he wanted to drive his car or get in yours. he replied with "yours baby, ill call robin from your house and tell her to take herself home. she can come pick me up tomorrow at my place, yada yada."

you giggled at his antics and let go of his hand moving to get in the drivers seat.

"buckle up baby, im about to turn on metallica and you know how i get when i listen to them." steve laughed at your antics, and good god was that a beautiful sound. you smiled and turned on the metallica master of puppets, driving off to your house.

arriving at your household was almost always funny because mrs.henderson peppered steve in hugs and asked him to be a food tester for her. you loved your mom but boy was she nuts sometimes. laughing at steve and your mom, you headed off to your room kicking off your boots.

you grew impatient of waiting for steve, causing you to yell out "stevee come on im ready to watch the movie! you can pick!"

hearing feet padding to your door, you looked up and saw steve walking towards your bed. sitting down on it. you got up and closed the door, grabbing the tapes on your dresser and handing them to steve. while steve looked through them, steve decided to make small talk. "so how was your day at school y/n/n?".

you huffed and fell out against your bed, resting your foot on his lap. he started to message your ankle. you let out a soft moan and leaned up to kiss him, earning a cute smile from him.

"it was fucking awful. you know the girls at school are still head over heels for the 'fallen king steve' and they hate my guts. they make me feel like shit and sometimes i wonder why did you even pick me out of all girls in the school, especially little miss perfect nancy wheeler." you sat up from your position and looked at steve as tears started to pool in your eyes. "steve do you even really love me?" the tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now and steve reached over to wipe them off of your face. you sniffled.

"y/n thats a crazy question! of course i love you, you mean everything to me. i didnt pick nancy, because i wanted YOU. you'll always be my number one. dont let those shit heads at school have you having second thoughts about me. i love you and i always will, okay?" steve turned around from his position and placed you on his lap, hugging you close. you wiped the rest of your tears and kissed his cheek.

"and i love you too, im sorry stevie but i just get doubts sometimes and i start to believe those assholes. i wont let their bullshit get to me anymore, i promise." you smiled into his shoulder and climbed off of his lap, sniffing your tears up and clapping your hands "so! which movie did you pick babe?"

steve gave you a dopey smile "the shining".

you rolled your eyes and whined "but steveee we watched that so many times! pick something else."

he laughed at your mini tantrum. "aht aht aht, you said i could pick! now cmere so we can cuddle babe."

you walked over to your bed and sat down at the top of it, not before putting in the shining and starting it, you gestured for him to lay beside you.

peppering kisses all over his face, you quietly said "you're lucky i love you pretty boy, im sick of this movie."

steve just laughed and scooted impossibly closer to you.

"yeah yeah whatever y/n/n."

smiling you heard footsteps coming close to your door, shooting up and pushing steve away a little you saw your little brother dustin at the now wide open door with a shocked expression on his face.

"get out dustin! jesus knock next time!" you threw your pillow at him and he dodged it.

"woah steve i didn't know you were basically banging my sister! ew!"

steve laughed as you got up and pushed dustin out of your room, not before hugging him tight and ruffling his curls.

you loved moments like these the most.

you could see yourself spending the rest of your life with him. cuddled up just like this.

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year

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Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating Sad + cute

Concept The Passage Of Time

I smiled as I pushed myself up out of bed with a slight yawn taking my glass from the bedside table and having a sip of the cold water. "Ummm" I smiled "good morning!" I gleaned

"Please don't -' whined from beside me, I glanced down at the covers seeing Thomas in bed beside me tucked up with the covers looking uncomfortable and in pain

"Don't what?"

"Not so loud darling" he whines

"Ohh what's the matter?"

"I'm hungover pet"

"Hungover?"

"Ummm" he groans rubbing his eyes

"We had like… maybe three glasses of wine last night?"

"Yes."

"Your hungover from that?"

"Need o remind you I'm thirty two. I might not bloody look it, but I am. Stuff hits you harder when you get to my age" he pouts

"Your age? Awww you're adorable when your grouchy" I giggled giving him a kiss "coffee?"

"Yes please darling"

"Alright," I smiled getting out of bed and slipping on my slippers and robe "would you like me to bring you the paper and your morning pills?" I giggled

His only response was to hold his middle finger up at me.

I went and made our coffee bringing it back to him in the bed sitting with him as I had my own

"Thank you y/n"

"Your welcome grumpy butt"

"I'm allowed to be grumpy I'm in pain"

"You know how you could not be in pain?"

"Umm?"

"If you drank water before bed like I told you too I don't have a hang over and I drank the exact same as you"

"Yes however you are y/a/g younger then me."

"So?"

"So. Your not withering away yet"

"Withering?"

"In the middle ages I would have been dead by now. And my body knows I should be dead."

"Yes a time without toilet roll. Health care. Or you know… soap"

"Still"

"Alright Thomas of you say so" I laughed getting my whole deciding to be mean to him "hey Thomas?"

"Umm?"

"Death cure came out five years ago"

"..... Did it?"

"Ummm humm" I nodded

"I… I… oh god. It did didn't it?"

"It did"

"I… I really need to call dylan"

"Jeremy Clarkson left top gear eight years ago"

"No."

"Yes"

"No"

"Yes"

"That was eight years ago?"

"Yes it was"

".... It can't be"

"Twenty fifteen. Eight years ago"

"Oh my god." He sighed

"You remember fifty shades of grey?"

"Unfortunately yes."

"That was ten years ago"

"No!"

"Yep"

"That is not possible"

"Very possible. And true. It's height of popularity was twenty thirteen ten years ago"

"Why does that feel like two years ago?"

"Cause your old" I giggled

"I feel old."

"London Olympics was eleven years ago"

".... Are you serious?"

"I am serious"

"This is not making me feel better. In the slightest I hope you know that"

"I know"

"It was eleven years ago"

"I went to see one of them. The… I think 500 meter swim? Might have been a driving? I don't remember all I remember is the pool"

"I watched the ceremony on TV because I got the day off school"

"... It's moments like that I suddenly gets reminded to me that you're younger then I am"

"Thomas?"

"Yes"

"When did Michael Jackson die?"

"A few years ago, like a little while ago now."

"2009"

"Was it?"

"Yes. Fourteen years ago"

"Was it really fourteen years ago?"

"Yep, same year avatar"

"Avatar is fourteen years old!"

'yes it is. Just now getting a sequel"

"I saw that in the cinema"

"Fourteen years ago. You were nineteen"

"Please stop. This actually hurts me."

"Breaking bad's first season came out in 2008. Fifteen years ago"

"No. This can't be real"

"Revenge of the sith came out in 2005" I giggled

"No!"

"Yes"

"That's not possible. I did not come out that long ago"

"Yes it did Thomas. You were fifteen. Almost eighteen years ago"

"Revenge of the sith cannot be eighteen"

"It's old enough to drink Thomas"

"No!"

"The emperors new groove came out in 2000"

"No!"

"Yes"

"No!"

"Yes it's twenty three years old"

"It can't be twenty three"

"Yes it can. And so is cast away"

"That's not possible. I think I'm freaking out right now. What happened to time!"

"The Nokia 3310. Came out in September of 2000. Twenty three years ago!" I laughed

"Make it stop" he pleads hiding under his pillow

"Disney's Hercules came out in 1997. Twenty six years ago"

"Nooooooooo!" He whines

"Yep. The live action Flintstones movie came out on 1994. And you were not even five"

"Make it stop. I don't like this…"

"You were born the same year as a super NES"

"No! It can't be that- that's not possible! That… that would make me…" he sat up upset

"Thirty two." I smiled giving him a kiss "thirty three in may"

"Let me die. I have lived to long"

"Hey Thomas?"

"Yes?" He sighed

"Officially they class the start of early middle age-"

"Don't. you. fucking. dare."

"Early middle age is 35!" I giggled hidding slightly under the covers

He sighed and laid down next to me "can I atleast have a mid life crisis? Get a cool car? Go on cool holidays? Loose my mind a little"

"No."

"Fine. At Least I have a sexy younger wife to entertain me" he smirked cuddling me closer

"Aww cute" I smiled nuzzling closer to him "I still love you"

"I love you too darling"

#thomas #thomas brodie sangster #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomassangster #thomasbrodiesangster #thomas brodie sangster i #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas broide sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas sangster smut #thomas sangser imagine #thomas sangster x reader #Thomas Imagine #thomas imagines

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hey guyss || welcome <33,

about me:

my name is tori, im 17 from melb, aus. I have been a fan of MJ since 2015 and literally have been in love w him since. I love music in general, it acts as my escape and a place where i can really feel safe and not judged. I love the 60's , like if there was a time machine that could send me back, SEND ME BACK ASAP. idk jus smth about that era makes me so happy and the music (ugh don't even get me started). I'm a taurus (lol random). lastly, i absolutely adore singing, like girl there ain't a millisecond of the day that you won't find me mindlessly singing a tune (most deff it'll be mj).

I started this page outta love for mj. like a lot of you, ik we all miss him a lot and this page is souly based on keeping his soul alive. he is an angel. he gave his soul to the world and the world just wouldn’t let him be, he wanted to live forever but the world wouldn’t let him, so I really wanna be here to help keep his spirit and love for the world alive.

i am a strong defender of mj and literally vow to make his innocence known. this page is also for educating people on what MJ went through and the horrible pain and suffering he went through due to the false allegations bound upon him. our poor baby was brutally misunderstood and treated like such a monster, in no way would i ever wish for anyone to endure the suffering he went through. Michael Jackson was not some fictional character from a book or movie, he was a human being with emotions and feelings.

So, if you strongly disagree with this please don't bother to comment or make any nasty remarks, it's not needed as this page is meant to educate. ty mls. <33

before you continue:

i'll be posting lil rants here and there cus like (omfg he's the hottest man to ever walk the earth).

this blog may include nsfw material such as smut fan fics or me jus ranting over this heavenly man. but, viewer discretion is advised.

I might start doin some writing, mainly on michael x readers and maybe some sad stories from his perspective of his life. whatever I write comes out of pure love and adoration for the man ( i mean how could u not love him). BUT, under no circumstances will any of my pieces include violence or harm to him or readers in any way.

please, if you feel uncomfy at all on this page just feel free to block me or ignore my posts. this blog isn't intended to make you feel upset or uncomfy so just leave if u find it's not ur cup of tea. any negativity or rudeness will be deleted.

I will be taking requests on what you guys wanna read (which i'm pretty broad on) but in no way shape or from will I be writing anything to do with;

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i wanna make sure this is a safe environment for everyone. no matter what, EVERYONE is welcomed here and is free to share there thoughts in a non-judgemental environment. even if they're dirty. (i mean c'mon it's hard not to think abt that when you're obssesing over the most perfect man ever.)

please feel so free to send me literally anything in my inbox. (questions, queries, requests or if you just simply wanna rant about michael FEEL FREE TO DO SO!!) I would absolutely love to make some new friends and talk w you moonwalkers!

don't hesitate at all to reach out even if u jus need someone to talk to about anything, i'm here. <33

tysm for reading! u are loved xx

#michael jackson #navigation #blog info #request rules #about me <3 #tag system #tiktok #taglist #blog navigation #new writter #mjinnocent #king of pop #michael joseph jackson

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atinytinaa · 2 years

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The Lonely Hearts Club

Are you lonely too?

Prologue

Pairing: Punk!Wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: Enemies to lovers, Battle of the bands, Fluff?

Warnings: None for now (please comment if there is something)

a/n: This is my first time writing on tumblr, feedback is highly appreciated, Thank you for reading :)

Michael Jackson, Céline Dion, Mariah Carey.

Posters of all the music legends were hung up perfectly before you.

This was it.

This was the moment you had been looking forward to.

"Give a warm welcome to The Lonely Hearts club!"

The screaming of the fans brought you out of your thoughts, huffing, you grabbed the black shiny microphone from the sound guy, making your way up the stairs, to the small stage, Five chairs strategically placed.

You stared out into the crowd as the rest of your band mates made their way onto the stage.

The air conditioning soothes you from the heavy light making you regret the black ensemble you agreed to wear.

Once you were all settled down, you smiled at the rest of the guys, nodding to each other and greeting the fans with your melodic voices.

"Welcome to the Grammy museum!" the host introduced enthusiastically

After many tears of joy, sadness, hard work and all the drama the five of you went through it was all worth it, just for a shot at a Grammy.

you couldn't stop fidgeting, drying your sweaty palms on your black miu miu skirt, imagining your stylist voice chastising you for ruining the expansive fabric.

"Well you guys are the most influential artists of your era alongside some of the biggest names but you guys seem to be so humble about where you came from, that there's literally no information as into how your band came to be".

The band laughed at the Host's words, sharing a knowing look.

Your pink haired cousin brought up the microphone to her pouty lips.

"oh god, where do we start?" she blushed bring up her hands to cover her face, eyes shining as she peeked through her fingers, making the crowd coo at her cuteness

"I think that y/n is the best to tell the story, the band did start with her".

you turned towards your drummer as he spoke those words, a loving gentle smile spreading on his equally handsome face contrasting his on stage persona.

Your boyfriend stares at you with pride in his eyes, reaching out for you, you grab his hand, feeling the toughness from so many years of drumming.

You couldn't help but stare back at him, your eyes lighting up and the butterflies in your stomach having a field day.

His touch always calmed you down.

Everyone could tell how in love you were, especially your bandmates who saw your relationship flourish into what it is now.

The show of affection made the crowd scream, as they chanted your ship name.

"Ewww guys not here" the friendly giant bassist of the band whined, grabbing onto his equally tall guitarist best friend, Making him grab onto his chest in a comedically way.

"Go on baby" your boyfriend encouraged, knowing how in small settings you were still the shy girl at heart, not the fierce strong women you show when you're on stage.

You sighed, staring at your bandmates hesitantly.

You bring the microphone to your lips, a small shy smile playing on your lips.

"umm... soo... the band started five years ago"

and that was all you needed for the memories of music, laughter, hate and love to come rushing back to you.

#ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez oneshots #ateez headcanons #ateez fic #wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung scenarios

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virtie333 · 6 months

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Fannish Year Review - 2023

thanks for the tag @agent-troi and @randomfoggytiger

1. your main fandom of the year: Star Wars, as it has been since 2015 (and other various stretches before that). Oscar Isaac was a close second.

2. have u watched a film this year: I don't think I've watched many new movies, to be honest. The new GotG movie was the only 2023 one. There are several I really want to see, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes for one. Barbie, too.

3. your favorite book this year: I actually just started reading novels again this year, but for now I've only been reading Justine Davis' Cutter's Code series, because I fell behind and instead of just starting where I left off, I started from the beginning again. I think the one she's writing now will be the last in the series and that will make me very sad. It's been a 10 year journey.

4. your favorite album or song this year: I started collecting the greatest hits of some of my fave 80s artists this year, so I'll consider all of them my faves: Bryan Adams, Howard Jones, Michael Jackson, Alabama, Prince...

5. your favorite tv shows this year: Ahsoka was amazing, despite straying a bit from our beloved Rebels. I keep going back to Moon Knight, even if it's from last year.

6. your favorite tumblr community this year: I've really become absorbed by the Oscar Isaac fandom, especially the writing side. I still don't feel like I belong, but they keep inviting me in and are so lovely, I can't refuse.

7. your best new fandom discovery of the year: Stranger Things. Everyone that knows me kept telling me I'd like it, and it was always on my watch list, but I finally got to it this year. I'm only on S3, so no spoilers! I also feel like I've been reintroduced to the X-Files fandom. I was there almost in the beginning and have never stopped loving it, (although I'm not going to lie: I was disappointed with S9 and 10), but with so many new fans here on Tumblr, I'm finding that old feeling is coming back.

8. your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: The severe decline of my ship, Damerey. I was a 'late bloomer' to the on-line side of that ship, and as such have yet to be tired of it. Not sure I ever will be. (Am I tired of Han and Leia? Nope. Mulder and Scully? Absolutely not) There are still some amazing writers out there and some amazing stories that I have hopes will be finished someday, but it's become a very quiet ship. I am so thankful for the wonderful readers I have that are helping me to keep it alive!

9. your tv/movie boyfriend and/or girlfriend of the year: Poe Dameron. Duh.

10. your biggest squee moment of the year: The news that Daisy has signed on for a new Rey movie. I'm bound to be disappointed in my hopes for a Damerey mention (or even a Jedistormpilot mention! Disney would never!), but I'm still going to enjoy the hell out of my favorite Jedi!

No pressure tags: @jewelsrulz, @marieziffer, @diplomaticprincess, @soft-girl-musings, @campingwiththecharmings, @nkp1981, @juneknight, @toracainz, @my-secret-shame, @waywaychuck, @curiouswildi, @seleneisrising, @closerundone, @omgbarbiegurl

#tagged #fannish year review #2023

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gayforelvis · 1 year

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Hello 🖤

I'm going to open up fanfic reqs/ideas up, I'm not good at them much! But I wanna practice and make fanfics from other people's ideas, with my writing "skills"!

So small thing about me, I love singers like Michael Jackson, Prince, Freddie Mercury, & Elvis Presley! But I really really like Elvis Presley, since this acc ABOUT him.

So I'll mostly write Elvis stuff, lol

Things I write ;

18+

"Reader x" fanfics

I can also do Canon x Canon

I do LGBT+ fanfics, because I'm LGBT+ also, so I can do male x male, or non-binary x male, trans ftm male x male, or trans mtf female x male, etc etc.

Any comfort stuff, no sad stuff

Any topics that aren't gross or horrible

I also do sad stuff not saying I don't, I will-

A full on series

Male canon being bottom, or somewhat bottom, and top readers

AUs / Alternative Universes

I also write Austin Butler, or Austin's Elvis, I just usually like real life Elvis lol

And I also can write any one that was included in Elvis' life and not only Elvis, like Jerry Schilling, Sonny West, etc.

I do any era of Elvis, I love 50s, 60s, and 70s! But my favorite is 60s in my opinion, but any era is totally fine!

Also I'm male ftm, I might write mxm fics! Bc they are kinda underrated & mxf aren't for me most of the time.

Things I won't write ;

Any nsfw that includes sh*t, feet or anything that will make me uncomfortable, I will avoid req if it makes me uncomfortable!

Abuse, animal abuse, child abuse, any sort of abuse, but, I will do comforts where either human reader, or canon dealt with abuse and is getting comfort for it (aka hurt/comfort fics)

// Also I do NOT post much here but I'm willing to try to! And I also do roleplay, although I'm semi literature! //

I'm LGBT, being panromantic, aroace and male ftm!

(I have little sexual/romantic attraction, but not 100%, probably say I have 20% or so!)

#fanfic #elvis the pelvis #elvis x reader #baz luhrmann elvis #elvis presley #austin butler #austin's elvis #memphis #fanfic request #open #reqs opens #elvis #lgbt #1950s #60s #70s #gayforelvis posts

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dxrlingsofmine · 1 year

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why. (Kat’s Verison)

pairing: Stanislaus Katczinsky x Reader.

angst

plot: Kat is about to head out for war, but there’s something he has to tell you before he leaves.

(inspired by the song Why by 3T and Michael Jackson)

Stanislaus Katczinsky.

Your loving husband. The one who was around when you were down, along with you being the one who comforted him. You loved him dearly, and you didn’t want to leave him. Unfortunately, Stanislaus made the decision to go off the war. “For the country” he says. “To save the towns and the people” he says. However, besides the war being on your mind, you wanted to give Stanislaus a gift before he left.

You went over to Stanislaus’ house, to your joy. However, he seemed to be so… out of it. “My dear, I have bought you… a scarf!” You smiled, while Stanislaus just looked at it. “Its nice.” This worried you, this wasn’t like your lover before. “Stanislaus, what’s the matter? Is the thought of the war bringing you down? Talk to me.” Stanislaus took a deep breath and looked you in the eye.

“(Name)... I don’t think this is gonna work out. I don’t think we should date anymore.”

Those words lingered through your head, your face going through a variety of emotions. “Why? What did I do?” You begin to tear up. Stanislaus saw your tears and wiped them off for you. “I love you, I do… but I just don’t feel our connection anymore.” Your face was mixed with sadness and anger. “Why did I even love you if we were going to break up? Why do I love you… tell me why.”

…

“Exactly, and the sad thing is that I loved you. Goodbye, Stanislaus.” You leave his house, with the raining starting to pour.

“Why does the rain come so soon? Why did we even fall in love, if we broke up. Why do I still love him? Tell me why?” You thought to yourself as you laid on your bed, angry and half in love with Stanislaus.

“Why, Stanislaus, why?”

#stanislaus katczinsky #this is so bad #I'm really sorry if Kat is REALLY OOC here #this is for my Kat/Albrecht lovers #albrecht schuch

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giftcardgiveway-2025 · 9 months

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"You almost died!"

"I think we should really focus on that 'almost' part."

#prompt 1028#writeblr#writing prompts#writers on tumblr#writers#writing ideas

https://offerfly.xyz/31a2a92d

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ferrariregina

dangerous liaisons | ln4 × sainz!reader

pairing: lando norris × sainz!reader

warning: 16+, implication of sex, slight mention of manipulation

summary: your brother, carlos didn't care about what you did at the paddock when accompanying him at his races as long as you stayed away from the drivers and their flirty antics. little did he know of your late-night rendezvous with his best friend, lando.

Keep reading

#Spotify#lando norris x reader#writers on tumblr#ao3#romance#writing#fanfic#imagine#lando norris smut#carlos sainz#f1 smut#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1#ferrari#mclaren#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x oc#lando norris#lando norris fluff#lando norris fanfic#brother's best friend#lando norris one shot#ferrarireginawrites… See all

vomitingwords

"Sometimes, I hope people can always say what they truly feel. And be genuine about it. No restrictions. No holding back. No keeping all the most important parts.

But then I remembered that I myself couldn't even do that. So why would I expect other people to be like that?

I realized that sometimes we have to choose what we only have to say from the words that we truly want to say. Every word doesn't have to be said out loud; rather, let our actions show what we truly mean. Because not everyone has the time to listen to what we're about to say, and that's totally okay. We human beings don't have all the time in the world to understand everything that's happening around us. We're all busy trying to save ourselves and live life the way we want to.

So it's fine if you can't compose yourself to say everything you want to. But remember that there are so many ways to reach those people who are important to you. And I hope you'll be surrounded by the right people who will lend an ear to hear the stories that you've been holding onto."

I wish I was braver // ma.c.a

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pairing: max verstappen × reader

warning: nothing beside cuteness.

summary: former fear of best friend's brother max turns into unexpected love when you return to town, connecting in your friend's absence, sparking deep feelings.

part.1, part.2

Keep reading

#Spotify#writers on tumblr#ao3#writing#fanfic#max verstappen x reader#mv1#mv33#max verstappen f1#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen#f1 smut#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1#best friend's brother#red bull racing#max verstappen one shot

#pink#pastel pink#pinkcore#words#spilled words#spilled ink#spilled poetry#poem#poetry#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#lit#free verse#spilled ink poetry

Just because you read it in a magazine, Or see it on a TV screen Don't make it factual.

Michael Jackson

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Blaze

caesarovsky

#albert camus#classical literature#existentialism#classics#sylvia plath#franz kafka#quotes#classical quotes#classical poetry#poetry#virginia woolf#charles bukowski#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#aspiring writer#writers of tumblr#writers#the stranger#book quotes#book quote#booklr#books & libraries#light acadamia aesthetic#light academia#dark acadamia quotes#dark academia#dark acadamia aesthetic#dead poets society#the secret history#donna tartt…

memories-beneath-the-skin

If you ask I would bleed for you

Every drop spilled a testament to my love

Seek me, I pull myself open

Stretching my chest open as far as I could reach

My heart beating openly

Animalistic drumbeat

Vulnerable vibrations exposed to the life around

Unafraid of the world from which it normally hides

It's longing melody exposed

Desire me, it sings for you

Every note, a primal love song

#original writing#writing#writers on tumblr#writeblr#writers and poets#spilled truth#spilled poetry#spilled thoughts#spilled words#spilled ink#spilled writing#love poem#poetry#short poem#poets on tumblr#dark poem#dark poetry#intense#love letters… See all

Blaze

thepersonalwords

Whoever is happy will make others happy too.

Mark Twain

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jo-icarus

The deafening desire to run away and to make candle lit alleys your hideouts, to have secret society meetings in the library, to make your house feel like a home, favorite teabags in wooden cupboards. An entire shelf full with notebooks filled with poems and stories, all thought out in a moments of madness, the Moon being the only thing lighting up the room. Feeding the stray cats and eventually adopting one. Making soup for the elderly neighbors. Some for your friends on rainy days. A journey to self discovery without the crushing weight of shame and pride. Just love. Love love love.

#like the melted blueberries on muffins#like the little beams of light inside a shaking heart#like you and me inside the growing trees of life#writing#library#poetry#books#dark academia#dark academia aesthetic#light academia#literature#books & libraries#books & literature#books & reading#writers on tumblr#writings#my writing#writeblr#writers and poets#poets#.txt#text#spilled thoughts#running away#dark academic#dark aesthetic#dark academia life#books and literature… See all

Blaze

1nn32dem0n5

I’m jealous of people who do what they want because I do what I must, and it’s rarely what I want.

#think about it#quote#quotesoftheday#love#quotes#words#life quotes#writing#sayings#spilled thoughts#poets on tumblr#poem#spilled ink#writers#life#spilled words#quotation#quoteoftheday#oneliners#writers on tumblr#text#shower thoughts… See all

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whispersofthepurplevalley

Sometimes, I don't write to be unique. I write to be common. To remind everyone what they have begun to take for granted. Simple blessings like the privilege to breathe.

-Sabina Yesmin

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putah-creek

I'm tired of seeing humans talking to them and I'm tired of having humans speak to me why can't they just shut up and go away not my wife of course I like her a lot and not the guy who fixes me car everyone else out I'm putting my foot down at last

james lee jobe

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Blaze

memories-beneath-the-skin

Be kind, my

#across the spiderverse #ryan gosling #welcome home #easter #michael cera #star wars #yellowjackets #margot robbie #artists on tumblr #rwby

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biblioklept-writes · 2 years

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Of Broken Hearts

(Percy Jackson x Child of Apollo!Reader)

Request: Hi may I request some angst to fluff or just angsty if you want, where reader is a Apollo kid and in love with Percy but him being with Annabeth he does not reciprocate (or maybe he do 👀👀) And reader just vent with Apollo The end can be angsty or fluff, of course if you comfortable with writing it Thank you ^^, for @weirdo-shit

I actually had a lot of fun writing this one, but it's like sad. Just really sad. A bit of hopeful ending, and a little OOC Apollo, I guess. I wrote it with fem!reader in mind but can be read as gender-neutral!reader too. No descriptions of reader are involved.

Summary: After the battle of Manhattan, the reader finds themselves moping over their broken heart, when a surprise visitor gives them some hope.

Word Count: 1.1k

You watched with a heavy heart Connor and Clarisse led like half of the camp, carrying Percy and Annabeth on their shoulders and drop them into the lake.

You should be happy, satisfied. You had made it through alive. Kronos was dead. The threat looming over Olympus was gone. Everyone who made it alive would make it. Michael sacrificed himself. Silena is gone. Castor is gone. Beckendorf is gone So many are gone. Chris is barely breathing.

You were tending to Travis, wrapping his injured arm in bandages, trying not to think about the giggles coming from outside. You focused on Travis’s arm, tuning out the urges of the crowd outside to ask Percy and Annabeth to kiss.

There are other things to worry about than a fucking infatuation, you chided yourself. But soon Travis’s arm was bandaged and he waited for you finish dressing up Katie’s wound, which she had gotten on her temple and wrapped it in clean bandages and applying a healing salve. Nectar and Ambrosia were in shortage, saving the stocks only for those who were gravely injured. Katie and Travis weren’t under the threat of instantly dying, which was a relief of sorts.

See the good things, you told yourself once you were left the infirmary. You lay down and closed your eyes, but your mind kept on replaying the images of Percy and Annabeth looking at each other with those eyes no one could mistake for anything else. They loved each other dearly, even a stupid person could tell that. Will is okay, Connor is okay, Nyssa made it just fine... Percy is alive.

But you couldn’t think about the good things, not when the only thing you think of were broken hearts and unrequited feelings. You hated yourself for it, you should be sad on other things, not some guy who loved someone else.

But he was my friend too. You heart cried. Now he doesn’t even look in my way.

You thought of times, those few summers when you had trained together, with Percy teaching you how to yield a sword, how to defend yourself. You had failed miserably, but Percy had promised that he would protect you. And he did keep that word, but forbidding you to leave from hiding. “Your skills are needed here in the backstage, we need you to be fine.” They needed your healing skills. If only you had been more resourceful than just having a wonderful voice. If only you could sing like a siren. If only you could lull people to sleep. If only, if only.

The wooden floor creaked, prompting you to sit up to check it. No one should be here at the moment. But as your eyes scanned the room, you found a blond young man, with bright blue eyes commonly seen in your siblings. “Dad?” you whispered half to yourself. You hated how vulnerable it sounded.

“Oh my sweet little bird,” Apollo spoke softly as he stood at the edge of your bed, his perfect blond brows furrowed. “Why don’t you go enjoy the celebrations? Surely you need to have fun too.”

“I’m really tired, Dad.” You explained, scooting over. Apollo took the message and sat down beside you. “I barely got any sleep in the past few days.”

“Is that all?” He asked. His big blue eyes held a knowing look. The were wiser than someone in their early twenties should seem to be.

“We lost so many people,” you let out with a sigh. The sigh somehow broke the dam and your tears spilled. “So many good people. So many dear ones. Michael–”

“I know, sweet pea, I know.” Apollo held your hand. It was so warm and comforting, you couldn’t help but lean towards him. “Michael is in Elysium, seems to be enjoying himself a bit too much repeatedly beating that Castellan boy. He is fine, little one. You should be too. Don’t make yourself sad on his sake.”

You couldn’t help but let out a giggle through your tears. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into a side hug, with your head resting on his shoulder as you seek comfort the warmth of the Sun God. His gentle fingers ran up and down your arm, gently squeezing it in reassurance.

“It hurts to see them together you know,” You said in a hoarse voice after a few heavy seconds of silence. “They look so happy, so in love… is it… is it evil of me to want something like that? He barely even looks at me now. We used to be friends, but now… its gone, all of it… it’s gone… it all just ashes.”

Apollo didn’t say anything, just squeezed you a little tighter.

“I love him, I really do.” You whispered. “But he loves her, he will never look at me the way he looks at her… I should hate her… I should. But she is so nice, so perfect… I can’t… why can’t I hate her Daddy?”

“You are too nice, little bird.” He spoke solemnly. “You always see the good in people. You are always happy for them. You are living too much for them. I am the god of sun but you are a sunshine. You are an amazing person, deary. He’s a fool to not look at you.”

“That’s not true, dad.” You said. “I’m not strong. I cannot wield most weapons. I can only sing… voice is not a weapon… I feel… if I was stronger… braver…”

“You are perfect the way you are.” Apollo said, forcing you to look at him. “If that fish-spawn is too blind to look at it, it doesn’t make your worth any less. People can mistake platinum for silver, but that doesn’t mean the platinum is worth any less, now is it?”

“You are saying this because you are my dad.” You said.

Apollo chuckled. “All my children are perfect.” He said. “You are perfect, sweet pea. You have your voice as your gift. You feel it’s harmless because you don’t use it for harming people. It’s not the weapon that’s dangerous but the one who wields it. You are kind, you help people. That doesn’t make your voice any less dangerous. You can put people to sleep with mere hums, you can kill people in by singing to them if you allowed yourself to… but you don’t, and it’s not bad. This doesn’t make you useless my dear.”

“But when I look at them…” you started. “They are so strong Dad, they have done so much. They… Annabeth and… and… Percy… they… they fight so bravely, so skillfully. I am useless. I am moping for some guy when I could regret not being their for Michael. When I could be grateful for my friends have made it through… But no, I am not… I am… I am a horrible person.”

“Putting one’s needs before others doesn’t make one bad.” Apollo said. “I do it all the time. Do you think I’m bad, sweet pea?”

“No,” you said in a small voice.

“I can see a future for you, dearie.” He said, staring off into distance. “You look all grown up, and happy. You have someone who cares for you…I can see it in their face, the love you so much.”

“Will you tell me who that is?” You asked.

Apollo laughed. “And spoil everything? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Dad!” you laughed, playfully smacking his side. Then you cuddled close to him, enjoying the comfort of his warmth for a few more moments.

“Lie down, my brave little bird.” He insisted. You complied, and he sat on your side, caressing your arms and scratching your scalp.

You could feel yourself drifting off, so you whispered, “Thank you, dad. I love you.”

“Love you too,” Apollo whispered, but you had already fallen asleep.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson angst #battle of manhattan

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years

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Hello!! Can I please request a oneshot where reader catches loki dancing [cutely or provocatively your choice] and he gets embarrassed thinking she'll make fun of him like people on asgard did, when they found out he liked to dance saying it's girly but reader starts to dance with him and encourages him as well so he gets really happy . 😃❤❤

Ahh this was so cute. Dancer loki makes me so giddy 😭🥺💚 This is very short so I hope you still enjoy it.

Dancer Loki x Female reader

"Can you get my oaf brother, you're the only one allowed to enter his chamber" Thor said to you so you rolled your eyes.

"Ofcourse I will and he's not an oaf, you're an oaf" Thor smiled at the clap back and you made your way towards Loki's room. Avengers were having their weekly movie night and you have been dating Loki for just a month now. Earlier he used to avoid such gatherings, he preferred staying in his room, reading his books as he said but ever since you two revealed your feelings for each other, he goes wherever you want him to as long as you stay by his side.

When you reached his room, you could hear the faint sound of music coming from his room so you knocked on the door but he didn't open it. For security purposes every room in the tower could only open with a certain code from outside. And you knew the code to his room, you could still hear the music so you waited, then you called him on his phone and he didn't answer that either. You finally decided to use the code and enter his room, you weren't expecting to see what you did.

The music was loud, he had his back turned towards you and he was dancing his heart out to the song Smooth criminal by Michael Jackson. He was wearing a black t-shirt with a matching sweatpant. He had a dance tutorial video on YouTube playing on his tv and he was trying to learn the steps the guys were doing in the video. You leaned yourself against the doorway and watched him move and dance, he would smile and cheer himself whenever he'd get a step right. He's so adorable you heart felt full.

You always knew he could move, he'd dance with you whenever you took him to clubs and parties, you just didn't know that he loved dancing this much. You didn't know all this time, that's what he was doing when he said he was reading in his room.

When he spinned around for a step, he saw you standing there and lost his balance, which made him land straight on his ass. He turned the music off instantly and his tv too by using magic, he was panting heavily and just stared at you all wide eyed so you walked over to him and gave him your hand so he could get up

"Are you okay baby??" You asked him as you pecked him on the lips softly and he just kept staring at you. His cheeks flushed from embarrassment.

"Uhh I was just…ummm don't.. please don't tell anyone" he teared up so he looked down and it broke your heart to see him so sad all of a sudden.

"Hey what's wrong, I'm sorry I didn't mean to intrude like this, I was knocking and–" he placed his head down on your shoulder as you were speaking so you wrapped him in your arms protectively.

"What baby? What's wrong, sugar?" You asked him softly and you heard him sniffing.

"I don't want you to make fun of me"

He mumbled meekly so you pulled his head up and kissed his forehead.

"I would never do that sweetheart, why would I do that?" you asked him so he looked at you with his green doe eyes

"On Asgard, Fandral once caught me dancing and he spread it like wildfire. Everyone made fun of me for it, called me a princess for having such interests and what not. But I always liked moving like this and when I came here, there's so many different forms of dancing, limitless and I just want to learn it all but I don't.. everyone would make fun of me and that's why I do it here..I'm sorry you had to see that" he told you, his voice sounded so sad, you just wanted to hug him and comfort him.

"Oh baby, nobody will make fun of you here okay and I definitely won't make fun of you no matter what you choose to do, especially if it's making you happy. I love dancing and you can learn everything you want here okay, dancing isn't made for one gender, anyone can do it and you're so good at it. I was watching you in awe throughout, you have the inherent natural talent for it loki. Not everyone have that" you tried to cheer him up so he nodded but he still seemed sullen so you turned his tv on and played the song Ain't no mountain high enough

"Have you heard this song before?" You asked him as you grabbed his hands in yours and he shook his head, a small smile graced his lips as you started moving along to the rhythm of the beats.

If you need me, call me,

No matter where you are

No matter how far,

You placed your hands on his chest and wrapped his arms around your waist, you giggled as you moved your legs and he caught up quickly and moved along with you because he's just a natural one.

Cause baby, there ain't no mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you, baby

You placed one of your hands on his and the other one on his shoulders as you both hopped and swayed from left to right. Both of you giggling and laughing as you felt the endorphins rushing through your veins.

Oh no darling,

No wind, no rain

No winters cold can stop me baby

No, no baby,

'Cause you are my love

If you ever in trouble, I'll be there on the double

Just send for me, oh baby

He picked you up by your waist and pulled you up in the air as he spinned around with you. You smiled as he put you down, he seemed happy again and that's how you always wanted to see him. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, he swayed with you slowly as the chorus hit and played in the background.

Don't you know that there ain't no mountain high enough

Ain't no valley low enough,

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you, baby

"I love you Loki" you teared up and he dipped you down quickly, when he pulled you up your lips met with his and he placed his hand at the back of your head as he kissed you softly.

"I love you princess" He whispered and you started dancing with him, lost in his little world. Unaware of the eyes watching you two.

"I have to go.. cry now" Thor said to Natasha. When you two didn't make it to the living room, they came looking so they could start the movie.

"It's the cutest thing ever isn't it" Thor smiled as he heard Nat.

His brother was finally accepted like he should have always been. Like he wanted to.They both closed the door slowly and left you two dancing in each other's arms.

Ain't no river wide enough

To keep me from getting to you, baby

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x you #loki x reader oneshot #mcu loki #soft loki #ask requests

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Pairings: Johnny x Reader, ft. nct 127

Words: 4.3K

Warnings: Language (there is almost always language in my writings), angst, some fluff

Request: Angst 42 and 48 ➵ “You promised.” “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.” / @jungcherie

(im so sorry i took so long.... i turned a drabble into a story... oops)

Johnny Suh had a reputation that was unmatched.

There was no other way to put it.

And a reputation like his left trails of tears.

A pool of tears that you were currently drowning in.

It was obvious Johnny was dangerous, perhaps that’s why you were drawn to him. While every single one of your instincts had you fighting and rejecting him, you were desperate for him all the more.

It was March 13th that you lost your first will.

“Y/N, right?”

You turned around to find a familiar face towering over you.

“Yeah.”

It was that stupid smile that had you.

“Hey, we have have Communications together. I was wondering if you wanted to do that project together?” He scratched the back of his neck like he was embarrassed. “I just know that you’re insanely smart so... Sorry, wait, that sounds like I’m just talking to you for your grades.”

You giggled nervously, a habit that you did when you were uncomfortable.

“Look, I just... do you? You know, wanna do the project together? I mean, I’m a pretty smooth talker so I can do the presentation. I get good grades too...”

Stupid smile.

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright. There’s actually a little party at my frat tonight, you maybe wanna come? Get to know each other before we drown in work?”

Fucking stupid smile.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” You blushed at the idea, cursing at yourself for being so obvious.

Parties weren’t really your thing.

But at the time Johnny Suh was.

Your ears were pounding because of the insanely loud level the music was at. You were actually shocked that no one had called the cops with a noise complaint, but the fact that they were on frat row made more sense.

“Y/N. You made it.” A arm was flung over your shoulder and, thankfully the lights were both dim and flashing enough that he couldn’t see the way that you blushed at the action.

“Yeah. Is it always this loud?” You asked, still not so comfortable with the atmosphere.

“What?” Johnny yelled, pointing at his ear, indicating that he couldn’t hear you. Of course he fucking couldn’t. Then he jerked his thumb to the right, nodding at the backyard, which was seemingly empty.

With his hand placed on your back, he guided you outside, your head already thanking him from the escape of noise pollution. It was far better outside of the house.

The two of you collapsed onto the swinging chair, sighing as you cleared your head.

“So parties aren’t really your thing?” Johnny leaned closer, noting the look of relief that you had donned the moment you exited.

“It’s not that I hate them... I’m just not a fan. I mean a bunch of sweaty, horny drunk people grinding on each other. I just like smaller things.” You explained, staring up at the dark sky, shivering slightly at the cool breeze.

“You didn’t have to come.” Johnny suddenly looked guilty, “I didn’t mean to force you into coming, I just... thought I’d invite you.”

You quickly backtracked, “No, you didn’t force me. If I didn’t want to come, I wouldn’t have.” You ignored the voice in the back of your head that begged to differ.

“Right.” He grinned, as if he could read your mind. “You’re not great at lying, but I’m gonna pretend that I believe you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Were you playing beer pong?” You asked suddenly, causing him to look at you in confusion.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

You laughed, looking away from him, “You have quite the reputation Mr. Suh, even someone like me knows the extent of your skills.”

Johnny smirked, liking how easy you were making it for him. “Is that so? Is that the only skill of mine you’ve heard about?”

You raised your eyebrows, hating the turn that your mind took. “W-what kind of other skills did you have in mind?” You stuttered out.

Suddenly it felt like you were caged in, his arms tense around your frame, causing you to lean back against the back of the swing.

“Tell me what you’ve heard.”

You averted your eyes, unable to take his heavy gaze. His eyes had turned dark, full of lust, and you tried desperately to forget the effect they were having on you.

As if sensing how uncomfortable you were getting, he backed off, dusting off some invisible dirt on his shoulder. He cocked his head to the side with a sly smile, happy with a new challenge.

Things weren’t going to be as easy as he thought they were, but that’s what made it fun.

“No that’s so stupid. Are you kidding me? Robin could absolutely never beat Batman. Is that even a question?” Your hands were waving animately, far too much for an argument about fictional superheroes.

“Sure. I’m just saying that Robin could totally catch him off guard, like out of the blue, you know.” Johnny slurped on his drink shrugging his shoulders like he didn’t care.

“No. Absolutely not. First of all Robin doesn’t have the guts to do something like that and second of all Robin doesn’t have any powers. How on Earth would he beat him?”

“Umm... Batman doesn’t have powers either.” He made a duh face at you, which you chose to ignore.

“Yeah, well he’s got money, and that’s basically a super power.”

“Let’s be real, Batman isn’t even really a real superhero. He’s just a hero. Period.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes at the argument. “That’s a whole different story.”

“I’m just saying.” He sang back teasingly.

“And I’m just saying that this is stupid. How did we even get here?” You laughed, trying to remember how this conversation came about.

“Uh, you made the bold choice of saying that the Batman vs. Superman movie was shit. Very controversial by the way.” He frowned at the memory.

You let your bag fall heavily on the library table, earning you a few glares as studying students dug into their books.

You sent an apologetic look before sliding into your seat. “Let’s just get this presentation done. Our presentation date is the 23rd and I don’t even have a clue of what to write it on.”

“Well the topic is influencers that change your life. Do you have anyone in mind?”He asked, flipping through his notebook, which didn’t really have anything but drawings in them.

“Not really, is there anyone for you? I mean influencer is kind of vague isn’t it? We could pick like an athlete too, or a musician. Those are technically influencers right?”

He nodded, resting his chin on his hand. “Yeah. Influencers don’t even have to be famous do they? Like they can just be someone in your life that made a huge impact on you. Like your parents or something.”

“Yeah, I guess. But that’s kind of hard when you’re working in groups. Like you’re not gonna want to talk about my grandma, you know. Like you don’t even know her. It’s probably just easier to use a famous icon.”

“Okay, so who?” He leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling like it would give him inspiration.

“Hmmm... maybe we could do someone like Michael Jackson. Like he may not have affected us personally, but he affected the way that the music and performance was seen afterwards. That’s influential and life changing right?”

“I guess.” He cocked his head, “We could at least start with brainstorming ideas for him and then if we feel like it’s not working we can change it.”

“Cool. I guess we can start with that then.”

And you did. You spent every afternoon for the next week and half with each other in the library, and a little more outside of it.

“That one’s the big dipper.”

You grinned following his finger, but had more difficulty finding exactly what he saw.

“How do you know it’s not the little dipper?” You teased, squinting in to the dark, the scattered stars really just looking like paint splatters to you.

“Because that’s the little dipper.” He laughed, moving his index finger slightly to the right.

“Oh.”

Johnny leaned back into your space, smiling at you look of concentration quickly falling as you gave up.

“Where’s the North Star?” You asked turning to face him, but sucking in a harsh breath when you found your nose just centimeters from his.

Johnny lowered his voice, whispering and pointing without even turning away, “Right there, it’s the tail of the little dipper.”

It took more effort than you thought to pull away, eyes searching for it.

He leaned back, resting his body weight on his hands. “See it? It’s the brightest one.”

“No,” You pouted scooting forward, as if that would help you see it. “Oh, wait! I see it!”

Johnny couldn’t stop himself from grinning as he saw your face light up.

“Wow.” Suddenly your tone turned more mellow, still in awe. “I’ve always wanted to find the North Star.”

Johnny’s chest rumbled with laughter. “Why?”

“Well you know. They say if you get lost, just follow the North Star home.” You turned to face him, eyes sparkling with excitement, but the sound of your voice had gone quiet, almost somber. The smile on your face faded into a sad smile as you all but whispered your next words. “Now I can go home.”

Johnny frowned next to you, not liking the sudden turn in mood. He sat up, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you against his chest.

“What makes you think that you’re not home right now?” He mumbled on the top of your head, staring straight out in the dark.

“I don’t know. I can just feel it, you know? Like I’m just constantly uneasy.” You sighed, digging your face into his jacket. “I think I’ll be able to tell when I get there.”

There was something in Johnny’s chest that suddenly ached, and he felt a sharp drop in his stomach at the thought.

“Maybe you’ll only ever know once you’ve left home.” He muttered, “Then you’ll know that this is actually what it feels like, and it’s so much worse when you leave.”

You stilled against him for a moment before relaxing, mulling over the thought. “That’s so sad though. Why do we only know we’re happy once we’re sad?”

Johnny shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. Why does God make us hurt to only to help us heal?”

The sound of the wind passing through trees was the only thing that comforted you at the thought.

“I don’t want to have to heal, I don’t want to hurt in the first place.” You whisper out, feeling the most vulnerable you had in a long time.

“I’ll never hurt you.” He rubbed at your arms soothingly, feeling a lump in the back of his throat, but he pushed it away not liking the unfamiliar feeling.

“Promise?”

“Of course.”

You let your eyes fall, enjoying just the silence and comfort of each other’s arms and minds.

You woke up wrapped in Johnny’s arms, although it was an unfamiliar feeling you welcomed it with open arms.

Lost in your thoughts for the time being you were suddenly reminded of the conversation you had a couple nights ago.

Was this home?

You had never felt so safe before and it scared you. But you weren’t one to run.

“Good morning.” Johnny mumbled out beside you, his morning voice raspy to the ear.

“Morning.” You whispered back, letting his arm flop over your waist.

“Do you like pancakes?” He asked, letting his eyes fall close again.

“Pancakes?”

“Yeah. Taeyong makes some bomb ass pancakes.”

You giggled, “Yeah, I like pancakes. Especially bomb ass pancakes.”

But he didn’t move and it was only after you tapped him questioningly did he speak up. “Do you think he’ll bring them up if I yell loud enough?”

You smacked his chest. “Stop it. We should go down.”

“In a bit.” He answered, nose buried deep in the crevice of your neck.

A few minutes later you heard the clinking of kitchen tools from downstairs and you stirred. “Johnny?”

“Hmmm...”

“Johnny. Let’s go.”

“Five more minutes.” He mumbled, but he let you out of his grasp anyways.

“Fine. I’ll meet you downstairs.” You paused as you passed by the mirror, eyes tracing over the marks on your neck that Johnny had left the night before. You blushed, realizing that you didn’t have anything to cover it up with, but quickly moved on, attempting to find your shorts that were discarded in the frenzy of last night.

“Check under the desk.” Johnny said, sitting up and watching you.

Sure enough that’s where they were, although you weren’t really sure how they managed to get there.

You shrugged on the last of your clothes, turning to find Johnny doing the same. It took him less than three steps to get to you, landing a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Let’s go.”

Taeyong was undoubtedly the closest of Johnny’s frat brothers to you. He had this really calming and sweet aura about him that just made you want to be friends.

“Good morning Y/N. Blueberry or chocolate?” He asked grinning as he took his eyes off the pan for a second.

“Blueberry please.” You slid onto the bar across from him. “Do you need any help?”

Johnny rubbed your lower back comfortingly, “No, you don’t want to get in his way. That’s when he loses his temper.” He whispered the last bit to you, but Taeyong obviously heard it, sending a sharp glare at him.

“Only when there are incompetent people in my kitchen.” Taeyong muttered back.

Johnny ignored the comment, shaking his head at you, “I’ll have chocolate.”

“You’ll get what you get.” Taeyong piped at him, still not over Johnny’s teasing, who grinned in response.

Both of them knew that Johnny was getting chocolate, Taeyong was really bad at being mean.

“Where’s the others?” Johnny asked, sipping on a cup of coffee.

“At school, as they should be because they are college students.” Taeyong answered, sliding a plate towards you. “Enjoy.”

You thanked him and bit into a piece, almost moaning at the taste. “Damn, Johnny told me they were good but I didn’t think it would be this good.”

Johnny swiped a piece from your plate. “What are you talking about? I told you he made bomb ass pancakes.”

Taeyong slid a plate towards Johnny.

His grin widened. “Thank you. You’re my favorite Taeyong ever.”

“I’m the only Taeyong you know.” He put his hands on his hips. “I should be the favorite.”

Johnny sent a wink in his direction before stabbing a piece.

“So I was thinking, that little bakery next to the park, do you wanna go? They just opened and I’ve been dying to try it.” Johnny asked around a mouthful of pancake.

“Yeah, sure. That sounds good.” You felt your stomach flutter, you were sure whether it was the pancakes or Johnny, but you had a pretty good guess.

“Sweet, we can swing by your place first if you want to get a change of clothes or something.”

You nodded, “Yeah, sounds good.”

“I’m glad that sounds good.” He teased you with a smile.

“Sorry, but it just sounds good. What else do you want me to say?” You pushed back, opting to add another piece into your mouth.

“I don’t know, maybe-”

“Okay, sorry to interrupt your little flirt fest, but can you start that after I leave?” Taeyong asked, making a few pancakes for himself.

“Sorry.” You giggled, sending him a genuine apologetic look.

“I’m not sorry.” Johnny said, shrugging.

You smacked him lightly.

“I’ll take away pancake privileges for a month.” Taeyong quipped, focusing on flipping the pancake.

“Sorry.” Johnny mumbled out under his breath, not one to admit defeat easily.

You laughed at the sight of a pouty Johnny, enjoying the view for the time being.

Waiting for Johnny had become a routine, but honestly you didn’t really mind it. Hanging out on the couch, you had met and befriended quite a few of his frat brothers.

Currently you were sprawled out on the couch with Jungwoo, who was retelling a very interesting story about his trip to the grocery store last week that involved a cereal box and a banana. Although it was a bit of a reach, you nodded and smiled at the right times, not really following the order of events, or really the importance of them.

“What does the fact that you were wearing- and I quote - ‘an incredibly sick pair of joggers’ have anything to do with your story?” You asked, tilting your head in teasing confusion.

“Oh, it doesn’t. I just thought you should know.” He replied matter-of-factly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right. And I’m so better off now that I know.” You taunted him, voice dripping in sarcasm.

Jungwoo shot you an annoyed, and yet hurt look, before finishing his story. “And that’s how Johnny found out he was allergic to shellfish.”

“Okay. What the fuck? I’m literally so confused.” You cut him off before he could recount his story again. “I don’t really need to hear it again though. Thanks.”

He whined before laying his legs over yours, giving up.

For a few moments, things were quiet as you checked the time. It had already been thirty minutes, where was he?

You rolled your head to the side, finally focusing on the whiteboard that had what scribbles of writing over it.

“What’s the tally for?” You asked, scrunching your nose at the whiteboard that was situated on the far wall of the room.

“Hmmm? The tally?” Jungwoo glanced around looking slightly nervous which had you even more curious. “It’s just a game.”

“Game? What game?” You laughed turning back to see the strikes adorning the board. “It looks like Johnny’s winning.”

“Uhh...” Again with the nervous glances.

You giggled, “You’re losing, aren’t you?” The spot under his name had the fewest tallies and you figured that’s why he was being so shy about it.

Jaehyun entered the room, seemingly in a very important conversation by the way that he was speaking animatedly.

“The game’s over on Friday and Johnny’s gonna win.”

“That’s so stupid. He hasn’t bagged any since Y/N, how is he still gonna win?” Yuta complained all but scowling at the floor, neither of them had yet to notice your presence.

You frowned at the mention of your name, not liking the term ‘bagging’ to be in such close proximity with your name.

“Oh, Mark has a new strike, looks like he finally got Claire into bed.” Yuta continued snorting, “Took him long enough.”

“Wait, what the fuck? How the hell did Taeyong get two strikes?” Jaehyun, squinted at the board.

Yuta snorted, “He had a threesome last night. Can you believe it? This close to the end? It’s like he’s actually trying to compete now.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” You muttered, effectively catching their attention.

“Y/N.” Jaehyun breathed out, eyes wide and darting between you and Jungwoo who was obviously trying to get them to stop talking. “Hey... what’s up? When did you get here?”

“Ummm.... no. What the fuck is going on?”

“What do you mean?” Jaehyun cocked his head, doing his best to pretend like he wasn’t panicking.

“No, I don’t want your bullshit. Just tell me what this game is.” You were using anger to hide your fear. You could feel the pounding of your heart in your head, a throbbing sensation that gave way to a sinking feeling of realization.

At that moment, when his eyes finally met yours. Not Jaehyun’s, not Yuta’s, but Johnny’s as he walked in the room with that fucking stupid smile you felt your last will got out the window. It was at that moment that everything came crashing down.

“Y/N, please can’t we just talk?” Johnny chased after you, begging you to turn around.

“You promised.”

Johnny’s heart dropped at your words, and his chest started closing in in fear. The burning feeling in his throat had him choking, panicking in belated realization.

It wasn’t just the words that you said, it was the way that you said it. So defeated, so broken. So betrayed.

“You promised that you wouldn’t hurt me. Do you remember that? Did you even mean that?” You felt the tears brimming, and you fought the best you could to keep them down. But your wobbling voice let him know.

“Of course I meant it.” He answered breathlessly. “You know me, I don’t say things that I don’t mean.”

“Do I? Do I know you?” You huffed out. “Because I really thought you were someone different.”

“No, I- I’m still me. I’m still Johnny. I just...”

“You just what? You just lied about our entire relationship? If it was even that, because I was just another tally to you wasn’t I? Just another tally on a stupid whiteboard for a stupid game.”

You choked back the tears that were burning in your throat, not bothering to wipe at the ones that managed to escape.

“You know what hurts the most? I actually thought you liked me. I actually thought that you meant all those things that you said to me.”

“I did mean it. I meant every single word, and I still do. Nothing was a lie, my feelings were real. Please just listen to me, I can explain.” He stepped closer, but you took a step back, keeping the distance.

“Explain what? I already heard everything for myself. What are you gonna say, that Jaehyun and Yuta were lying? Hmmm? That it wasn’t a game? That that’s not the reason that you approached me?”

“I...” He couldn’t find any words, because you were right. Every single word that you said was right. He struggled to catch his breath, panicking. “Please don’t leave me.”

“Give me one reason why I shouldn’t leave.”

“I love you. I need you. I can’t- I can’t imagine life without you.”

“That’s not enough.” You clenched your jaw, face going slack. It was as if you were losing the will to even be heartbroken over this.

“Please, I-I’ll do anything, what do you want me to do?” He begged, eye brows nearly touching as they furrowed.

“I don’t want anything from you, just stay away from me.” You mumbled out, avoiding his eyes.

“Baby, please.”

“Don’t fucking call me that, I’m not yours, I never was.” You snapped at him, backing away.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled under his breath and he wasn’t sure if it was meant for you or himself.

“So I’m kinda going rogue here. I know you already hate me, but try not to hate me anymore than you already do.”

Johnny didn’t look anywhere except for you.

The professor seemed to humor him, allowing one of his favorite students to continue with an amused smile on his face.

You on the other hand did not.

You stared at Johnny with a straight face, trying your best to not look flustered.

“The whole point of this assignment was to find someone that changed our lives. But my partner and I struggled to find someone. It’s not that we didn’t have great people around us, its not even that we don’t have people that we admired. It was because no one we came up with really seemed genuine to us. But I found someone. I finally found someone that I could trust, that I let in. But I did something really stupid and fucked it up- excuse my language.”

You watched him stand behind the podium, looking smaller than he ever did.

“You know, before I met you I didn’t think that my life needed changing. I thought I was doing just fine. But then I realized that I wasn’t. I was struggling to even feel normal, to feel like I was living for something. Y/N you helped me find home. Remember when I said that you only understand that you were already home until you lose it? Well I feel it now. And it feels like shit.”

You sucked in a sharp breath, a feeling in the back of your throat burning.

“Y/N. You’re the person who changed my life. And I don’t even deserve that. But I’m here, standing in front of you like a fool because I’m whining about losing the best thing that ever happened to me.”

For a moment you thought he was done, because the silence was deafening.

“Even if you sill hate me after this, I want you to know that you mean more to me than anything else. You are the person that changed my life. You are my person, and I want so badly to be yours.”

There was a beat of silence as he ended abruptly, taking a seat on the other side of the room, eyes still locked on you.

Your professor stood up with a clap. “Well, thank you Johnny for that... interesting presentation.” A wide smile was still on his face despite his word choice. “I guess we should end on that then. Second batch of presentations is on Friday, please be prepared.”

The students of your class stood, shuffling out the exit, voices murmuring to each other.

You sat on the bench outside your lecture hall, watching as Johnny made his way nervously to you.

“You’re an idiot.” You told him as he approached you, bottom lip wobbling against your will. Eventually you broke. “But you’re my idiot.”

Johnny felt a drop of relief in his stomach as he felt like his heart would burst.

“You’ve totally botched our presentation by the way. If we fail it it’s on you.” You shoved him away teasingly.

Johnny grinned, throwing his arm over your shoulder.

“Yeah? Well, I think we did better than you think. I think that things are gonna turn out just fine.”

(sorry, i was supposed to write a full angst, but i couldn’t help myself.)

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One Million In One Day | 10 (Final)

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: <2k Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

A/N: I literally said I was planning to finish this soon, but guess what HAHHAHAH THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN. I-- Anyway, to @tia-m94, @aquietkerfuffle SKSKSKS here it is. Also maybe actually listen to the song reader begged to play in this chappie lol

Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy was going to be playing in the club. Why? Because I crawled over to the DJ and wept, begging him to play it. Why I was emotional about it: yes. I was just- yes. Y'know?

Yes.

It was why Nari, at that point, had disowned me. Also Mark, he disowned me too... although I don't actually remember if he was with us at this time.

I did remember where Jinyoung was though. I squint and looked out in the crowd for him.

I was wearing a sparkly violet dress and killer pumps, as in they were killing my feet. I was warned not to remove them though by the sour man watching me, over there with a sweater on and skinny jeans. Who wears sweaters in a dance club?

I mean it's fine, he was kinda cute. Like hecka cute. 10/10 cute you know. Would ask him out.

I finally spot him from where he sat in one of the tables by the bar. I wave at him. He sees me and waves back. I wipe the tears from my face and thank the DJ for promising to play the song for me and make my way to the cute man in a plain-ass lumpy sweater.

"What did the DJ say?" Jinyoung asks me, standing up from the stool and helping me sit.

"Well, first of all, I told him my boyfriend was really mean because he told me I couldn't take these uncomfortable shoes off."

Jinyoung sighs, "I told you to wear sneakers so we wouldn't have this conversation, but you insisted on 'looking hot.'"

I am offended by the air quotes he says.

"I so too am hot, you worthless piece of-" but my face is suddenly in his hands and my lips are being peppered by kisses. He lightly brushes his lips on mine and wipes he side of it, "Ye, ye, I didn't mean it like that, and you know it, pabo. You're absolutely stunning most of the time."

I blink, most-of-the-time doesn't sit right with me, but I'm not really sure why... "I feel like I should still fight with you."

Jinyoung chuckles then raises his brows and points, "Isn't that your song?"

I take a moment and listen. I then promptly freak out and nod. I instantly grab Jinyoung by the hand and drag him out. Once he's on his feet, he scolds, "up, up, up, up, up. What did we talk about earlier?"

I whine, "What is it this time?"

Jinyoung looks me in the eye, "after this song we...?"

I groan, "we go home! Ugh, what a party pooper."

"Just making sure we're on the same page, baby girl."

I make a face and poke Jinyoung's belly, "oooh, am I your baby girl?"

He chuckles and hums. He pulls his hand away from mine to place his arm around my shoulders, "More like shit-faced, childish adult."

I give him a look, "let's break up."

"Ah," he boops my nose, "when you're not under the influence, m'kay? For now, let's dance."

And so dance we did, if you think of flailing your arms and shaking your rump was dancing. But of course it is though.

Jinyoung, as exasperated as he was, actually enjoyed dancing with me, I think. I mean he seemed to be enjoying himself. He had his hands clenched and his arms folded, shaking as if he held two maracas. And I, when I wasn't head banging, I was lovingly looking at him.

"I'm glad that you're my boyfriend."

Jinyoung didn't seem to hear me because he just continues doing his dad-ish dancey-dance. I was about to say it again, but then his eyes catch something and he point at the direction, "Isn't that Jackson?"

"Jackson?" I scrunch my nose, "Jackson who?"

"Jackson Wang, babe. You're sugar daddy."

I take a moment to think about what he said. Jinyoung looks at me and raises a brow. He chuckles, "you're so shitfaced. Jackson's the one who bought us tickets to the Olympics? Got me a job in Seoul? Got you a job in Seoul?"

I wipe my nose, "Well, I know Michael Jackson."

Jinyoung sighs, "come on, let's say hi. Your song's almost over."

The next thing I know, Jinyoung's grabbing my hand and leading me off to the side.

Jackson, who had seen us, wasn't actually with anyone tonight. Bambam actually owned the club, and he had yet to show up. He found the dancing spectacle pretty amusing but there was a this thing in his chest, like something was biting his heart.

Oh fuck, they're coming over.

Jinyoung calls out. Jackson looks over and pulls on a smile, "Aye, Park Jinyoung." They do a bro shake.

I turn to the man in shade and wonder why he's wearing shades indoors, so I ask, "why are you wearing shades indoors?"

Jinyoung sighs. Jackson's lips part in thought, "they look cool?"

The sweater man shakes his head, "she's shitfaced. She cried over this song and doesn't remember who you are. You know know how she gets when she's drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Jackson clenches his fist, thinking, how do I still think she's cute when she doesn't remember me when she's drunk?

"Sure," Jinyoung says, turning to man sat alone in the booth, "you with anyone tonight, Seunie?"

I perk up, "Seunie's here?"

Jackson places his head in his hand and turns to Jinyoung, "I'm waiting for Bambam."

Jinyoung chuckles, "don't wait up."

Jackson laughs softly, "I'm giving him a few more minutes"

"That's what I said last time. Bam's excuse was so bad too."

"Stuck in traffic?"

"Stuck in traffic."

"Wait, where's Seunie?" I whine. Jinyoung looks at me and points, "there's your beloved Seunie."

Jackson freezes.

I turn to him and pout, "why are you wearing shades indoors?"

Jinyoung sighs. He takes my face in his hands and mouths slowly, "stay with Jackson. I need to pee."

"I don't need to pee though."

"Which is why you should stay with Jackson."

"But why?"

Jinyoung turns to Jackson and Jackson nods, "it's okay dude, I got it."

Jinyoung takes his leave.

Jackson moves closer, "so, Seunie?"

I turn to him and tilt my head, "Seunie?"

"He's your friend."

"He's my best friend. I love him."

Jackson clears his throat, "but you said you don't know who Jackson Wang is?"

"MmMmm, nope," I pop the p.

Jackson chuckles, "don't do that?"

"Do what?"

He takes a moment to respond. He mutters softly under his breath, "make me want to steal you away."

"Habudabibittiy-doo," I repeat his words.

Jackson sighs.

For a moment, I sit with shades guy in silence until he speaks up again, "He likes you a lot."

"Likes who?"

"You."

"Who likes me?"

"Jackson Wang."

I think for a moment, "Seunie?"

Jackson stills. He debates the consequences. He chuckles, knowing how bad these drunk episodes were. He clarifies the indifference in the question, "Yeah, I, Seunie, like you. So, so much."

"He said that?"

He nods, "he told me."

I blink and nod, "I like him too."

Jackson shakes his head. What a joke. He continues, "Jackson likes you in a way Jinyoung does, but sadder."

I pout my lips, "Sadder? I don't like it when Seunie is sad. He's sad because he misses his mom"

He pushes his shades up his forehead, "He's not sad about liking you like that. He's sad in a way he wants to be the one to bring you home when you're drunk and hold you when you sleep."

"He... felt like that?"

"He felt it when you went on dates, even though they were fake. He feels it until now."

I look at the man and see sadness in his eyes, "don't cry."

He gives a sad laugh, "I'm not sad, I'm happy for you. You glow when you're with him and he glows because of you. When we started hanging out with him, I thought he talked about you to grind my gears, but he just really loves you. I'm glad he does."

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry?"

"It still hurts."

"I'm back," Jinyoung suddenly said. He looks between us and says, "damn, you look like you're about to pass out, both of you."

Jackson clicks his tongue, "I'm tired of waiting from Bambam."

"Well, we're going home too. You need a ride?"

"Nah. I bought my car."

"Good. I really didn't feel like driving across the city for you."

Jackson rolls his eyes, chuckling, "same for you two."

"Not for her though, right? Anything for her," Jinyoung says, looking at Jackson with a smile, then to me, "come on, pabo." He turns around and gathers my arms. He bends down and pulls me up behind him.

"See you next week, Jackson," Jinyoung says. Jackson nods. They have a executive meeting tomorrow. Jinyoung was quickly rising above the ranks. As proud he felt, he felt a little jealous too. He really had not fault to him, huh?

He puts his shades back down and raises a glass, "I'll finish this one."

"Don't drink too much."

"Just the one."

He watches as Jinyoung walks away. He watches her nuzzle against him. He looks to his glass, "anything for her.

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