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chimini3 · 4 months

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Acouasm

Acouasm (n.) a ringing noise in your head

Synopsis: When your relationship with Kim Taehyung goes public, a walk down the red carpet turns south when you are attacked.

Notes: I had so much to write in this fic but it ended up being sub par and I wanna release it on V’s birthday, so I’ll probably work on another one similar to this situation. I even had another draft but I thought it was too gorey and violent 🥲 Anyways HAPPY BIRTHDAY V! Enjoy reading and thank you so much for liking my past oneshot Saudade.

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Your relationship with BTS’ Kim Taehyung had a long story.

You came from the same highschool and had been acquainted before, though you hadn’t interacted apart from a few glances in the halls. He was a few years older than you and Korean Arts High School was populated with soon to be popular faces, so you didn’t expect him to remember much about you. However, that didn’t stop you from having a massive crush on him as he seemed to be way different from his fellow BigHit trainee, Jimin.

Taehyung was more reserved and usually kept to a close knit of friends during school hours, though everyone seemed to know him and he knew everyone. He didn’t have any official relationships with anyone during highschool, yet it wasn’t like he was coined a loser. He was oh so much your type, though your crush on him didn’t last long after he graduated.

You knew he debuted in a boy group with his friend Jimin, and that was as far as you knew about his whereabouts. You didn’t have time to worry about him when you were already facing some difficulties in your own life at that time.

You were picked up by a more trustable agency in your third year of highschool. They were adamant on debuting a girl group and you were determined to be a part of that, so you trained harder than you have ever trained, worked harder than you’ve ever worked, and you finally got your pay off when you debuted three years after.

It was 2017 and your debut went smoothly. You weren’t an instant flop, though you weren’t an instant pop either. However, with enough work in producing three albums for your first year, you managed to come through and win the Mama 2017 Best New Artist Award.

Winning an award and enjoying your time performing songs and watching the other idol groups perform in the 2017 Mnet Asian Music Awards also meant that you would make a few new friends during the event. Your group had to switch seats often during the first half, so you had a lot of interactions with other groups. Coincidentally, landing seats right in front of a particularly cheery idol group for the rest of the night.

“Bangtan Sonyeondan! Congratulations!” The woman speaks onto the microphone as the group of boys behind you cheered and gathered into a group hug before they all started making their way out to the stage, and a specific pair of bright eyes catches yours as he passes by. Kim Taehyung.

You didn’t hold back a smile when you realized it was his group who had won a daesang. You clapped your hands even louder to congratulate him as he bows to you and your group and fixes his blonde hair that was held back by a cloth headband.

Later that night when a message from him surprised you. It turns out a director had forwarded your KakaoTalk to him after he asked, and he had made the time to message you despite the fact that they should be celebrating after their win by now.

A few messages at night had turned into friendly calls when no one was around. It was damn obvious that he was interested in you and you couldn’t say that your highschool crush on him had gone away after all these years. He was charming and he understood the struggles of being an idol.

When you and your bandmates would fight then he would drop anything to message or call you to listen to you vent. When he was having a particularly rough time with his schedules, he made sure that you would know and yet still made time to check up on you. Both of you would even be preparing for a comeback at the same time, and yet both of you supported each other through all of it. He was a rock you could lean on and you were an ear for him to rant to.

Soon after, you started hanging out with each other in your free time. It wasn’t a date or anything of the sorts. He just so happens to want to buy something when you would go on errands. He would joke that a popular idol like you shouldn’t be grocery shopping alone despite the fact that he was in fact more popular than you, though you never held jealousy over that fact. You were actually proud of him and his group after you learned of their earlier hardships, and you were even prouder when he would vent to you about their contract problems early 2018.

You two would try new coffee spots together and even watch the new Marvel movies together. Taehyung was certain that Doctor Strange was his favorite Marvel superhero because of his amazing cape, and didn’t hide that fact when he went on an interview in LA that asked him about it. You two even commented on each other’s interviews from time to time since you were both learning English and you two found it helpful to learn from each other.

And don’t start about how you couldn’t take your eyes off of him during Mama 2018, not when you two were on a call the night before he got his hair colored and you sent him a picture of the brightest pink you could see on Google to dare him into changing his hair that same hue. It was a funny joke, yet he called you the night after with the same hue on his hair. You would watch the American movie Trolls together through the call that night and his nickname on KakaoTalk would be changed for the very first time to ‘Poppy Imposter’ alluding to the pink haired Troll in the movie.

After a year of steadily getting closer and calling each other friends, he finally confessed to you. You knew he liked you and he knew that you knew he liked you, yet it still seemed like your heart was palpitating out of your chest. He didn’t kiss you. He simply stated a fact and said that he wanted to court you, and God did you fall for him even harder.

When he asked you out on a first date, he also asked for your parents’ permission. He made sure to make it known that he was serious about you and you were sure that this man couldn’t do anything more to make you fall for him more.

He was such a romantic. He made sure everything was done how it should be. He made sure to pick you up for your date with a bouquet of flowers for you and your mother. He made sure to greet your parents by the front door. He assured your father that he would keep you safe and take you home by your curfew. Despite the fact that you were a full-grown adult and had your own apartment to go home to. He opened the door of his car for you and he pulled the chair of the fancy restaurant for you. He was a true gentleman, and it didn’t take more than five months for you to answer him.

Both your companies knew of your affairs. Taehyung wasn’t exactly quiet about you and you can’t say no to him when he would ask you to go on a late night walk with him whenever you were in the same city. Your companies would help payout any media networks that saw you two in your public dates, though that didn’t stop other idols from gossiping about your relationship. It was getting harder for them to contain you two especially when he went on longer promotion stints outside Korea, and your appearance near his apartment anytime BTS arrived in Korea didn’t go unnoticed. You were two lovers deeply in love, and it got worse during Mama 2019.

“You’re up in ten minutes ladies!” A stage director yells to the hallway over the chaos of staff around us. You and your group were about to enter the dark backstage to prepare for the penultimate performance of the evening, right before BTS.

You had seen your boyfriend and his group leave the artist area earlier, though it seemed like they weren’t going to the waiting rooms directly. You just hoped he could watch your performance on his phone. Despite already seeing each other’s performances during rehearsals.

“Wait! Don’t go up yet! The backstage is still not ready!” Another staff member yelled as an older member tried to make a move to get inside the backstage.

You sigh as the crowded and loud surroundings begin to make you nervous. You could feel sweat gathering on your forehead as a makeup artist tried to dry it down. How long were they going to announce the awards?

The makeup artist by your side leaves to fix up your other members and you take the opportunity to find something in the hallway to keep your attention on. The more you could distract yourself from the chaotic environment the better, so you looked down both sides of the hallway and watched props and staff pass by.

There in the busy and harshly lit hallway was your messy haired boyfriend with a bright red cardigan, that he specifically wore for you to notice him in the crowd of idols, push past the crowd to look for you. His bandmates seemed to get inside their own waiting room to prepare whilst Jimin and Jungkook waited by the door to watch him find his way to you. His overgrown and curled hair was doing nothing to help him find you, though once his eyes met yours at the end of the hallway, you could feel a smile creep onto your cheeks.

“Hey!” Taehyung greets as he walks a few more steps to stand in front of you. He brushes his hair aside and shows you his warm brown eyes, void of any colored contact lenses. His smile was bright as you notice sweat on his forehead.

“Good luck out there. You’re going to kill it, I swear.” Taehyung cheers as you smile at him and nod. He reaches to hold both your hands as you only realize that they were shaking when his gentle and steady ones encapsulates them.

“I should be the one calming you down. You have five songs to do!” You say with a chuckle as he chuckles with you and brings your hands to kiss its knuckles. His lips hover a little longer over your left ring finger, though you don’t notice.

“I perform five songs, but I’m not the popular worldstar that South Korea votes as number one on the most beautiful female artists.” Taehyung says with a shrug as a more boisterous laugh comes out of you.

“Okay, and you talk as if you aren’t internationally known for a handsome face.” You throw back as Taehyung rolls his eye and lets go of one of your hands to throw his hair out his face and show you one nasty pimple that had been growing on his forehead. He had actually been pulling back his dermatologist and facial appointment, so that he could do both of them with you. He wanted to keep your dates ‘unique’ he says.

“Don’t show that around here Tae! You’re going to get exposed!” You scolded as he laughed and shook his head to glance at the even more incriminating position you both were in. Closely standing next to each other with your hands held together and both your eyes shimmering with that profound love. If someone was to take a picture to expose you two then could they send it to him too because he wants to take this moment and make it his phone’s lock screen.

“Taehyung! You have to get ready!”

“Y/N! We can enter the backstage already!”

Both your bandmates say at the same time, though neither of your eyes fall to look away from each other.

“I love you. Be careful in performing and don’t be nervous. You’re amazing and always will be.” Taehyung says as his soft hands grab hold of your jaw to direct your lips to his. The kiss was soft and ended quickly, though the energy and ease it gave you was a pill that made you feel like you could do everything you put your mind to.

“I love you too. Be careful in your performance too. I know you’ll do great already. I might miss the first part of it though, since they won’t let us out immediately after.” You pouted as Taehyung chuckled and pecked a kiss on your forehead whilst rubbing your shoulder to assure you that he didn’t mind.

“I can’t even watch yours live. I have to watch it in the waiting room, but I’ll make sure to cheer for you just as much. We’ll watch the replay later on the TV anyways. My place and some good takeout?” Taehyung proposes as you were always welcome to a night at his place.

“We’ll see if you aren’t blackout drunk from the celebrations.” You chuckled as you were slowly inching away from your lover. You can hear your leader call out to you multiple times already and your manager was coming down the hall, so you really had to close this off.

Thankfully, Taehyung only laughed and let you go. He even waved to you as you disappeared backstage. He wasn’t going to get drunk tonight, perhaps tipsy, but he would much rather remember a night with you than drink. He wasn’t much of an alcohol fan anyways. A glass of wine with you seemed much more his taste.

And that was what ended up happening. The two of you sprawled out on his sofa at six in the morning. Takeout food littered the coffee table along with glasses of wine and a replay of your MMA performances.

After the event, the two of you parted ways to go to separate afterparties for a few hours before you both excused yourselves and got to Taehyung’s apartment. You two had laughed over some funny playbacks that you missed during the event, and you celebrated on your own two ways.

Taehyung had brought you out to his balcony when he saw the sun rising. He felt like a true winner as he watched you bury yourself in his hoodie under a thick blanket on his balcony’s couch. The silence engulfing you two as sleep ate away at your high. Events like the Mnet Asian Music Awards and Melon Music Awards always had your sleeping schedules messed up, though he didn’t mind. How could he mind when the award shows were the reason why he had seen your beauty in the first place.

He thinks that even if you weren’t there in MAMA 2017 then he would have still fallen in love with you some other way. He believes that in different dimensions he still finds a way to find you and love you. He always will, and there was no universe out there that Kim Taehyung existed without you.

“Hey… look at me.” Taehyung breaks the silence as you turn to face him. The sky was only beginning to get lighter, though you were both still enclosed in darkness and the warm lights he had around his balcony.

“I would have never thought that the sophomore I saw in the hallways during break would have me wrapped around their finger in five years time. I would have never thought that the all-rounder of the girl group who won best new artist in MAMA 2017 would have me asking multiple staff members for her number. But what I now know is that I love this sophomore and I love this all-rounder. I love you. I love you so much, and I know for a fact that there is no one else I could love this much. Kim Taehyung in other realities always falls in love with Y/L/N Y/N and I don’t need to be Doctor Strange to know that. So…” Taehyung pauses as he stands up and grabs a box from his sweatpant’s pocket.

You were staring at him in shock and awe as you processed his words whilst trying to process his movements. You two were too young to get married. He knew that and you two had jokingly discussed that, so what the hell was he doing?!

“I’m not proposing. Don’t worry.” Taehyung chuckles as he bends both his knees to crouch on the floor and presents you with a cream box. He opens it to reveal two gorgeous Bvlgari Couple Rings. Both were of the color silver, though one was littered with gems and the other was plain.

Taehyung places the box on the table in front of the couch as he takes the ring littered with gems and softly reaches for your hand just like earlier. He takes your left hand and kisses the knuckle right above your ring finger as he looks up at you with doe eyes. The sun’s rays appeared higher up the horizon now and its soft hues colored his face perfectly.

“I want you to take this promise ring because with this you hold the promise of my heart forever loving yours. All my beauty and imperfections. My tight schedule and long rants. My overly romantic and cringey actions and my eyes that look for you in every crowd.” Taehyung says and a stinging sensation catches up to your eye.

“It will also keep your finger warm until the time I propose to you and marry you, so… will you—“ Taehyung’s slight joking and following question was cut off by your voice cracking. He looked back up to you after eyeing your bare finger and you had tears in your eyes. His eyes immediately fogging as it copies yours.

“Yes. Yes, Tae.” You nod your head to help rid your eyes of tears as Taehyung slips the silver ring through your ring finger and a happy tear slides down his cheek.

“And you, Taehyung. I want you to keep this promise ring until the time I marry you because God knows I’ll save up for a really expensive ring.” You joke as Taehyung laughs boisterously. You reach out for his left hand and take the remaining silver ring.

“I love you so much, baby. I’ve always loved you.” You say as you slid the ring through his fingers and something in your heart locks with security. It was as if life was completed with a simple ring even if it was just a promise ring.

You two had tear stains on your cheeks from happiness and Taehyung immediately stood up, farring you along with him, and brought you in for a deep and passionate kiss on the lips. His lips soft against yours as it held so much love for one another.

When you two parted you simply rested each other’s foreheads against one another as the sun fully rose from slumber. The sun’s light encapsulates the two of you in its beauty and peace. If only someone could take a picture of this moment right now…

Everything changed after these leaks. Both your management team had reached the agreement to put some space between the two of you to avoid any more evidence that could support the strong claim of your relationship. This meant lesser visits to Taehyung’s compromised apartment and lesser events where your group and BTS could have any interactions.

You barely saw Taehyung now and it felt like you had been thrusted back in time to when you were both getting to know each other and only calling and texting each other at night. Back then it felt like the right amount of time to spend with him, but now it felt too little. You missed him and not being able to see each other for months even when you were both in the same city hurts. You felt so close, yet so far.

BTS had also started growing internationally and Taehyung was spending more time abroad. Especially with their Map of The Soul world tour. You had your world tour too, but you two always made the effort to see each other once a month at most. Now, you barely saw each other in three months.

You didn’t understand why they needed you two to be separated after the rumors. There were always rumors in the Kpop world and they had always managed to payout news outlets, so why this ridiculous rule now? It was making you more and more frustrated by each meeting that you asked them to stop.

It all came to a breaking point in late September 2020. It had been ten months and the BTS world tour had ended in September, yet Taehyung and you hadn’t even seen each other since the summer. You were sick and tired of it and your latest comeback failing to reach the charts had stressed you out immensely.

“You know the question I’m about to ask.” You said coldly as your management team didn’t spare you a glance. Your general meeting had ended and though the other members and staff were still in the same room you didn’t stop yourself from speaking your mind.

“And you know what the answer is to it always.” Your lead manager says as you close your eyes to stop any tears from falling down your cheeks.

You were exhausted. You were exhausted from not making it to the charts and feeling as though all your hard work had turned out to be a failure, and you knew that perhaps a small break to be with Taehyung could fix you up nicely. A cuddle and a kiss could boot you right up to start producing and writing songs again. His touch could ease all your sore muscles and his voice humming songs to you could free your ears from the annoying buzz in your ear. A buzz that you think came from the amount of time you spent sampling beats in the studio, and then listening to the same beats during dance practice. Your head was a mess and you could only hear music through a broken filter.

“It’s been ten months…” You say quietly, though the founder of the company abruptly stands up and slaps his hand on the table.

“We can’t risk it!” He sounded angry as his loud voice shushes everyone.

“All of you! We can’t risk it, and you better listen before I put all of you on a dating ban!” He threatens as collective anger boils between all of you girls. You knew that each and every one of you had committed relationships, so there was no way in any universe would you agree to a dating ban.

“What the hell?! You can’t do that so abruptly! What’s really going on? Why is everyone so tense?!” Your leader speaks up as all staff members quiet down and the room is filled with silence. The clock on the wall could be heard ticking and if you really listened in, you would hear your own patience decreasing with each click.

“We’re nearing bankruptcy, okay?! Your album flopped, we’re losing sponsors, and I can’t afford paying out the media for your issue, okay?!” Your boss snaps as he seems to be on the verge of breaking down.

All your group members were at the same amount of shock as you were, though every

“How much time do we have?” Your leader asks as your boss breathes in a heavy sigh.

“6 months at most. We’re reducing staff and we can push for one more studio album. If it doesn’t chart then we’re done. I’m sorry.”

You left the meeting that evening with tears in your eyes and your head feeling agitated. How could they keep this very important news from you and the girls?! This was your job and your future. You had the right to know what was internally happening. Now, all of you had to give your best for the new comeback or else you would be left jobless.

This fury of emotions in you was getting overwhelming and as soon as you arrived in your apartment you called Taehyung for some comfort. Perhaps you could even see each other tonight. A good takeout dinner and a few kisses and cuddles could fix you right up for the new comeback.

“Hey babe, I’m at a shoot right now.” Taehyung answers the phone as you nodded and mentally noted that he would probably be called to hang up on you at any moment.

“Hey…What time do you end?” You asked meekly before you cleared your throat and leaned on your kitchen counter with a glass of water on your other hand.

“Ten or eleven. Why?” Taehyung seemed to be moving on the other side as you sigh. Late dinner would be fine, as long as you were with him, right?

“I was wondering if we could have some dinner at either of our places. I’ve had a bad day and I miss you.” You say truthfully as you closed your eyes and hold the tears that want to push past your eyelids.

“I’m sorry to hear that baby, but I don’t think it would be good for us to see each other right now. Management—“

“Please Tae. I need you.” You interrupted him as a sob coursed through your throat. You felt pathetic for asking for your boyfriend’s attention when you knew how busy the industry is during this time of the year, but you just heard your dreams are in danger and you needed someone you could vent to.

“Baby… I think it would be better if we follow our mana—“

“God! Do you not want to see me?!” This unexpected rage filled you as you began to see red behind the tears that dripped down your cheeks. Your apartment felt too hot. The heat made you agitated. You wanted one thing and the world couldn’t even give you that.

“You know it’s not like that.” Taehyung’s small voice sounded hurt from behind the phone’s speaker, but it enraged you more knowing your hurt was hurting him. You couldn’t do one thing right, couldn’t you? No. How dare he act hurt when you doubt he even fights for you in their meetings. It was always you asking to see him and he would remind you of both your management team’s warnings.

“Really?! Because I’m starting to think that you don’t even want to see me anymore. We haven’t even seen each other since summer! God knows where you’ve been during your tours.” Your last statement was uncalled for. You knew that. Your anger shouldn’t start accusations especially when you know that the man on the other side of the phone was deeply in love with you, but rage makes you do unexplainable things.

You were angry at everything and everyone, and the words that spilled out of your mouth had no further value but the vile that it carries. Taehyung knew that, but he was in the middle of his fifth shoot of the week. He was trying to be as patient as he could be with you, but a nerve had been touched when you questioned his loyalty. How could you question his loyalty when he has done everything in his power to show you how much he was in love with you? He had asked countless times when he could see you, but rejection was always the answer of his managers.

He hated this year just as much as he hated himself for bringing you out to the balcony that night. Not because he regretted giving you his promise ring, but because he wasn’t thinking properly. He should’ve known that neighboring people could see him with you. He should’ve thought about it clearer. He shouldn’t have placed you in that vulnerable situation, and that idea manifested itself to why he was so willing to follow the rules of his managers. He didn’t want to put you in that place again. He didn’t want both your names to go under fire on Twitter again.

“I don’t want to fight with you right now.” Taehyung says dejectedly as the glass on your hand slips to land on the floor. The sound of the glass shattering on the floor and the water spilling on tiles reached Taehyung’s ears as a shock filled him.

“Baby?! What was that sound? Are you okay?” Taehyung sits up straighter from where he was seated in the waiting room with the rest of his band members. All their eyes went to him as he looked panicked whilst on his phone call.

“Yeah, just a glass of water. I’ll talk to you later, V.” Your voice was monotone and the usage of his stage name had caused a frown to rest on Taehyung’s face. It felt strange. It felt as though you were placing a barrier between you and him when you used his stage name. The same barrier an idol had with their fans, but your relationship wasn’t like that. You were the love of his life and the keeper of his promise. Getting called his stage name by you felt cold.

Taehyung turns his phone off after you hang up on him and he leans back on the sofa he sat on. Yoongi sat asleep on his right whilst Jungkook was nearing sleep on his left, though Jimin sat across the room on another sofa with his eyebrow furrowed as if asking the younger for what that was about. However, Jimin was beaten to ask Taehyung about his call as Namjoon pipes in from sitting beside Jimin.

“What was that about?” Namjoon asks as Taehyung sighs. He didn’t want to answer, but now five pairs of eyes were on him and the ears of their makeup artists were pressuring him to answer with something.

“You already know.” Taehyung says in a low voice, though his hyungs nod in understanding.

“I don’t get why you don’t just go see her. You know, I break Sejin’s rules all the time.” Jimin says as he earns a warning shove from Namjoon and a laugh from Hoseok. They all eventually break Sejin’s rules and Taehyung himself even broke his rules earlier into courting you, but he shouldn’t risk it now. Not when your names were out there and any signs that you were dating would be taken as the truth.

“We’ll help you sneak out later, Taehyung ah.” Jin offers as he flashes the younger a playful grin and a wink from his seat in front of the mirror surrounded by makeup artists.

“Sejin will pay you out of everything.”

“You have to be careful though. Our company could buy you out, but hers might not have the funds for it.” Hoseok pipes in as his sudden negative input has everyone turning to him with questioning looks.

“Don’t you guys look at their stocks? It’s been getting lower since last year. It might be the reason why you weren’t protected from the balcony incident.” Hoseok says as he flashes the boys his screen that is filled with stocks.

“No, the balcony incident was because the people who caught us immediately posted it without the help of media outlets. Our management can only protect us to an extent.” Taehyung now speaks as he shakes his head and massages his forehead. They all knew that. If fans capture them then it would pose a larger threat because they were willing to release any media without sending an email and deal to companies.

But what Taehyung did take note from what his hyung said was how your company’s stocks were lowering. You never told him that problem so he thinks it isn’t a major problem, though if his hyung knew about it then the changes must be drastic.

And they were drastic. After you hang up on Taehyung, you have turned your tears into a driving power to get working on some lyrics in your notebook. You didn’t even realize the amount of time that had passed as you spent it hunched over the coffee table writing away. The glass shards still littered the tiles of the kitchen and your mascara still darkened your eyes.

It was already one in the morning and Taehyung carefully got into your apartment building as both his hands held your favorite takeout paper bags with drinks. The boys had in fact helped him sneak out of the dorm that night, and it took him a few minutes and taxi rides to finally get everything he wanted to buy for the night.

He was going to apologize tonight. He was going to tell you the truth of everything on his mind and he would listen to everything you had to say. He wanted to make things right and it starts with giving you a kiss as soon as he enters the door.

The knock from your apartment’s door was the first sound you’d heard in the past few hours. It brought you to consciousness from your endless writing, and when you looked down to see your work everything was only an incomprehensible mess. Dried tear stains littered the pages and the callus on your finger grew thicker from friction.

You pushed yourself up from your spot on the carpet and walked carefully towards your front door. Another soft knock followed after some silence and you wanted to tell the person on the other side that you were coming, though your throat was raw from lack of usage.

“Hey baby.” Taehyung’s figure greets you as you open the door. His freshly trimmed dark hair covered his forehead as his mask was discarded under his chin. His figure was engulfed in a black jacket with its hood unused. A soft smile played on his lips, though it fell as soon as he saw your figure. The smile instead was replaced with a look of worry as you can only imagine what state you looked like.

“I— I’m so sorry I didn’t come any sooner…” Taehyung immediately sets down the paper bags of food by the doorway before approaching you to engulf in a big warm hug. The hug that you had wished for earlier, and finally your emotions were put to ease.

The little droplets of rain left on his jacket and his steady heartbeat got rid of every pain and anger you had in your body and you finally let your eyes close as you hugged him back. His breath on top of your head slowly brings you back to the love and warmth you always knew would come to you.

“Tae, my— my company…”

You both had let everything out through dinner. In the early hours of the day, you both cried and laughed. You catched up with the happenings of each other's lives and you forgave each other.

“You know what would be great right now?” You spoke as Taehyung looked up to you from his place on your lap. His head rested on the valley of your thighs as his Hwarang drama played on the TV in your living room. His eyes bright and a soft smile permanently plastered to his lips.

“What?”

“A cone of ice cream.” You say as you watch his eyes brighten at the idea. So what if he just got his teeth cleaned and they were sensitive to cold food? If you wanted ice cream then he wants it too.

“What are we waiting for? Let’s get some ice cream!” He says as he sits up and turns off the TV.

“Tae, we can’t go out.” You remind him though the brow he raises and smug look on his face just makes a smile break your lips.

“I don’t care. No payouts, no worries. If they know then they’ll know. I’ll get my girl her ice cream!”

You giggle as Taehyung goes into your bedroom and comes out with a large black puffer jacket, a pair of warm socks, and a scarf. He ordered you to stand up as he wrapped the warm jacket over your figure and wrapped your neck up with a scarf. He pulls out a wet wipe to gently wipe your face with any dried tears or mascara before he pulls you towards the front door.

He doesn’t even let you crouch down to tie your own shoes or put your own socks on because he does it for you before he does his own. And soon you were already walking out your apartment building with his hand playing with yours.

You ended up grabbing a cone of your favorite ice cream from an ice cream place that was open 24/7. It was roughly a fifteen minute walk from your place and when he sensed your pace slowing, he took a detour and took you to a riverside road that had benches looking out onto the river.

Light bulbs tied into strings hung from trees and the gentle flow of the river made the place serene. You two sat on a bench and ate your ice cream by the river as silence engulfed you two. A comforting peace hugging you tightly as time seemed nonexistent when you were with him. You leaned your head on his shoulder and basked in the moment. A buzz of restlessness ringing in your ear, though it didn’t matter whenever he was near.

If someone took a picture of you now then you wouldn’t care anymore. As long as you were with him then you would be fine.

Everyone was convinced that the two of you were dating and ever since then you were a bit more shameless to post pictures on your instagram with a few too many similarities to deny that you two weren’t in the same place at the same time.

With the news of your unconfirmed relationship reaching new lengths with more leaked content, you two became somewhat old news. Everyone knew there was something undeniable between you two, though nothing had been confirmed. Your two companies stayed out of it after their first statement that only clarified that both of you weren’t engaged, though it also said that your companies had no rights in your personal engagements.

A month after, your latest comeback had been released and it was a massive pop. It had landed the charts and stayed on the Top 5 even with rising competition and BTS’s unstoppable Dynamite single. And Maybe, just maybe, it could save your company’s decline.

The end of November was the season of awardings and your latest comeback just manages to squeeze into the eligibility period of the criteria. Which meant your hit comeback had actually landed you multiple nominations, and perhaps your first ever Daesang? If that was possible against BTS’s unstoppable year.

It felt as though your struggles through the year were getting set to rest, and whatever happens now was up to the world’s hands.

Arriving in the 2020 Mnet Asian Music Awards felt like a reward. You could finally relax and enjoy the event of your year’s work. In these events you would always remember how it changed your life by letting you and Taehyung meet gazes. How it made you meet your closest friends and interact with fans from different fandoms. It was a celebration whether you left as a winner or not.

Taehyung took his first step out to walk the red carpet as cameras flash all around him. The crowd of fans behind the media outlets raised their phone cameras as cheers roared. His bandmates smiled and waved as they took a spot right in front of the banner backdrop.

They were missing Yoongi that night. The rapper was absent to recover from his long due shoulder surgery that he got in an accident years ago. This small change in their usual order had all the staff and management team on edge. They already had to relearn their choreography and positions for the performance tonight, and the staff were busy all week to find ways on how they would spend Yoongi’s rap parts of the song without him, so it was an understatement to say that everyone was a little tired and on edge for tonight.

The six remaining members all arranged themselves into their familiar order, with Taehyung leading the line and leaving a space for Yoongi before Jin, Jungkook, Namjoon, Jimin, and Hoseok followed in order.

They all stopped at the first spot where semi-popular outlets took pictures of them and their different colored suits. They all had a mix of muted navy, white, and some accents of maroon, a color scheme that stood out from the classic black suit. Taehyung wore navy trousers and a matching suit jacket whilst his undershirt was a satin white. His suit jacket was buttoned up to his chest and had a maroon colored handkerchief in its pocket.

After a few seconds, a director had signed for Taehyung to continue walking along the carpet as the boy group Seventeen, that was ahead of them in the queue, moved towards the part of the carpet where the event hosts would interview them.

Taehyung glanced behind him to make sure his bandmates were following him as he moved further up the queue. They stopped once again with their line still intact and they posed for the more known media outlets.

At the same time, their junior’s Tomorrow X Together arrived and followed them in the queue by taking their previous spot. Their hoobaes dressed in fitting black suits as they arranged themselves in a line and posed for the cameras. The crowd also cheered for them, before they reverted their attention to the short interview held on the members of Seventeen.

Another cue of a director made Taehyung turn to watch the Seventeen walk inside the building. He waited patiently for all members to enter before he followed to occupy the spot they had left. The host, Song Joong Ki, greeted the members as Taehyung was handed two microphones that he passed to his bandmates. He would let his hyung’s take care of the interview answers, though he still smiled to the cameras that flashed and broadcasted the carpet.

“Welcome! Bangtan Sonyeondan!” Song Joong Ki announces as classic questions fall from his lips, though he has lost all of Taehyung’s attention when he saw you enter to lead your group on the queue of the carpet.

Your body clad in a white angelic like satin material dress. It had thick bows as spaghetti straps on your shoulders, though it kept the skin of your collarbone and shoulders exposed. It hugged your torso tightly almost like a corset before it loosened below your waists and made you seem like a doll. Hemline details on your skirt had separated the silky fabric of the bodice and majority of the skirt to the more flowy and scrunched material that gave your dress an airy aura. Your white heels polished to shine as bright as the cameras, and your angel-like makeup made Taehyung feel like he was actually seeing an angel.

He didn’t care if people saw how his mouth stood agape and how his gaze stayed on you for a moment too long. It was the only appropriate reaction to your outfit. Your bandmates also had varying white dresses on, yet you seemed like the star of the show. A true beauty that he was blessed to witness in his lifetime.

“Taehyung ah, stop staring at your girlfriend and move.” Jin had whispered to Taehyung. The space for Yoongi in between them had disappeared as Taehyung snapped his gaze back to his hyung. He could see you posing for pictures on his peripheral vision, though the slight nudge of Jin pushing him along to enter the venue was enough for him to stop watching you.

He could even see Jimin flashing him a smirk as it was quite obvious who had stolen all his attention. Taehyung was shameless as he only smiled and calmly walked towards the small steps leading to the venue.

He wondered how he would celebrate tonight. The Mnet Asian Music Awards always have been an indicator to him that it had been another year since he met the most beautiful angel on Earth. He would always replay the moment he caught your eyes when he received an award, and sometimes, if he was lucky, your eyes would meet and he falls for you deeper than he had the first time you met. Gosh, he hoped one of the cameras had gotten a good picture of you because he can’t wait to make it his homesc—

Bang.

And screaming was all he heard as his head snapped to find out what the commotion was about. Everyone’s handheld cameras had turned to the start of the queue, and the cameras that were on fixed stands to face the carpet in front were left unattended by the camera directors. All their eyes widening at a sight that Taehyung couldn’t see.

Security guards that stood near the venue entrance had run past Taehyung to get to the commotion, though Taehyung couldn’t see through a combination of his hyung’s heads and the bodies of managers and staff that filled the red carpet.

Taehyung was more curious than worried about the commotion. All he knew was that the commotion had taken place at the start of the queue where he stood just a few moments ago. Taehyung watched as all his members tried to raise their necks to see past the crowd.

Namjoon had tapped a staff member to ask what happened, and Taehyung would have intently eavesdropped the conversation if not for the face Jimin had flashed Taehyung as he turned with a worried look. It was a look that knew something.

How did Jimin see through the crowd? They didn’t know.

“What is it?” Taehyung asked as Jimin stopped stretching his neck and stared at him with wide eyes whilst licking his lips as if he was finding the right words to describe the situation he saw.

But Taehyung didn’t need to hear it from him as Jin soon found a gap to see what happened, and the loud ‘woah’ that involuntarily left his throat was enough for all members present to look at him.

However, just like Jimin did after seeing the commotion, their eldest member flashed Taehyung worried eyes before grabbing Taehyung’s wrist as if he could bolt at any moment. These glances and actions were starting to worry Taehyung now. He would understand if the members who saw something happened wouldn’t want the other members to know, but why did it look as if they didn’t want him specifically to know or react.

“What?” Taehyung’s Daegu accent came out as he was getting worried at what was happening.

Then a few gasps came from the crowd that watched and Taehyung finally found a gap to see someone on top of another person at the start of the queue. Right where your group was standing mere seconds ago.

Taehyung tugged at Jin’s grip as he finally saw someone pull the erratically moving person off the floor and the person she had pinned to the floor.

Who was getting attacked? Taehyung didn’t know yet, but something in his stomach told him that his hyungs knew.

The crazy woman was pulled off the floor by a security guard. Taehyung's gaze went from the woman fighting the guard to one of the barriers that separated the general crowd of fans from the photographers, carpet, and artists. The barrier was on the floor as other fans didn’t dare cross it, though he had figured that the loud bang was from the barrier falling to the floor.

Taehyung then let his gaze wander to whoever the woman had pinned to the floor and lo and behold… it was you.

Seeing your messy hair and disoriented figure had blood surging through Taehyung’s body. A different type of adrenaline flowed through him unlike the ones he experiences at concerts. No, this one made him want to fight and flight at the same time.

Taehyung easily pulled away from Jin’s grip as he walked past Jimin before he could block his way. The call of his name from Hoseok and Jungkook fell on deaf ears as he continued his fast strides towards you. His eyes fixed on your figure before it was lost behind a crowd of people.

Taehyung pushed past TXT with little to no problems. He simply murmured an apology and an ‘excuse me’ as he passed through.

A ring of people had circled where you were supposed to be as Taehyung pushed past people in his goal to reach you. It felt as though his body was walking through quicksand at how he had to forcibly get his body past the crowd.

He can feel his suit get wrinkled and his shoes get stepped on. His hair must be ruffled by now and perhaps one of his prop rings had already slipped past a finger, but it didn’t matter. As long as the silver band he had as your promise was fine and he gets to you in the least amount of time then anything else could be replaceable.

With one more push he finally got to the middle of the crowd. The air felt less dense, though Taehyung couldn’t get a proper breath in until he could see that you were okay.

It didn’t take long for your eyes to meet each other though. Your wide blown out eyes reach peace as your eyes meet his, and he would be lying if your eyes didn’t give him just a small bit of ease running through his body.

He immediately took a step towards you as a few gasps were heard followed by a louder bang rang and silenced his surroundings. A disorienting buzz ran through his ears as he turned towards the woman to see her get tackled to the floor by multiple security guards and a gun slipping past her grip.

The bang wasn’t another barrier falling…

She shot a bullet

And he didn’t know where it landed.

Taehyung reached for you to engulf with his body and shield you from the direction the woman was. You immediately collapsed into his grip as you brought your hands to cover your face and bury yourself in Taehyung’s suit.

“Baby, are you okay? Are you hurt? D—did you…” Taehyung couldn’t finish what he wanted to ask you as he opted to skim your body for any obvious injuries.

He wasn't going to admit it but he was looking for a bullet wound under the fabric of your dress, though all he saw was the ruffled satin material as you cried onto his chest. His grip on you tightened as he turned his head back to see proper police men restrain the woman in handcuffs.

“You’re okay now. You’re fine. You’re safe, baby. She’s gone.” Taehyung repeats his words over your hair. A kiss landing on your messy hair. His whispers of comfort placed ease into both your bodies, though you could still hear his heart pumping heavily.

“Tae…” You were breathless as tears uncontrollably dripped down your cheeks. You were just thankful that Taehyung was blocking you from the media. Now that the woman was gone, the media was bound to get an aftermath photo of you so you were just glad they couldn’t see you in the middle of a breakdown.

“Yes baby? Are you hurt? Do you need an ambulance?” Taehyung asked as he rubbed a hand on the top of your hair to soothe down some loose strands, though the action was more to comfort you than fix up your appearance. He was well aware of the cameras and whispers around you.

“Are— are you hurt? The g-gun…” Your voice shakes as you wipe your tears and look up at him.

The sounds of cameras flashing, managers and staff speaking loudly, and police, was the loud buzzing of your ear. It started right as you were tackled to the ground with a twist of your ankle and your head hitting the not so soft red carpet. It still heavily buzzes in your ear over any other noise, excluding Taehyung’s calming voice which you can hear just as clear as the vibrations of your heart pumping.

“No. No, I’m not hurt, baby. Please answer me now. Are you okay?” Taehyung repeats himself whilst placing emphasis on the word ‘you’. He brings a gentle hand to wipe tears sliding down your cheek as you take in the condition of your body.

“My— my ankle… I think I twisted it when I fell, but I think I’m fine.” You say as the adrenaline wears off and an uncomfortable sting comes to your left ankle. You still stood on your heels effortlessly, though a growing tingle had started to spread from where the heel’s strap held onto your ankle.

“Okay. Thank you for answering.” Taehyung kisses your lips swiftly before he raises a hand to call for attention, and looks towards the direction of the venue. Paramedics and staff that were on standby were already walking down the carpet as your eyes even catch Jimin’s worried eyes skimming over both you and Taehyung. The medics were by your side in no time as the crowd around you disperse.

“She said that she might’ve twisted her ankle.” Taehyung says to the paramedics who nodded, though they didn’t signal him to let go just yet.

“Let’s go to the back to check for further injuries. The media is out of control.” A manager suggested to the paramedics who agreed.

“Can you walk?” Taehyung asks as you merely nodded before you were led to a private space behind the wall of the red carpet. Taehyung continued to support you as you took heavy steps in your heels.

The small space behind the backdrop wasn’t too spacious though it was enough to shield you as the paramedics opened a kit and let you sit down on a small plastic stool. Taehyung stood right beside you. Your fingers intertwine as your fingers meet the cold material of his promise ring, and that’s when it hits you.

“Sh-shit.” Your once dried cheeks had now turned wet again as you looked down to your hand and found all your fingers were bare from any jewelry.

“Shh… You’re fine, baby. You’re getting treated.” Taehyung rubs your head to help soothe you though your sobs start to grow as the paramedics ask you what’s wrong, though you only shook your head to dismiss them.

“Tae… I lost the— the ring. It— It must have fell when I—“

“It’s fine, baby. I can buy you a new one.” Taehyung reassures you, though you were inconsolable.

“Please, say something if this hurts Miss.” The medic speaks as she caresses the skin of your ankle. A yelp leaving your lips as the medics nodded and continued to assess your shin.

From the way your chest heaved with each sob and the way tears fell from your eyes, the medics couldn’t assess you properly though they made the best of the situation and made the decision to take you to the hospital.

“Taehyung, you need to get into the venue. The event is going to be delayed, but groups need to be inside the venue for security checks and safety.” His manager speaks as his head pops from the other side of the backdrop. A wheelchair strolling behind him as the medics explain to you that they were taking you to the hospital.

“What? I can’t leave her right now. Did you see what happened?!” Taehyung didn’t mean to raise his voice, though he couldn’t leave you right now. Perhaps you were physically okay, but that must have been mentally shocking and he wants to be there just to comfort you even if it doesn’t make a big difference.

“Yes, I did see. Everyone saw. And we don't know if there’s another sasaeng out there, so we need you to get in the venue now.” The manager said sternly, though Taehyung continued to ignore the orders.

He instead opted to help guide you to sit comfortably on the wheelchair. His finger grazing over red scratch marks on the skin of your forearm. He hadn’t seen those earlier, though he doubts the paramedics had missed it.

When they exited from behind the backdrop they were met with security guards escorting them to the road where the ambulance was parked. Taehyung walked alongside the wheelchair as the paramedic wheeled you to the ambulance. His manager followed a few paces behind.

You writhed with shame as you thought about all the news that could be written on this night alone and you hadn’t even entered the venue yet. You weren’t sure you could.

Taehyung was held back by his manager before he could enter the ambulance with you. His gaze in question and slight irritation as he was met by the face of their manager once more, though this time his members were walking out the venue in search of him.

“Kim Taehyung don’t go. For her sake. You can see her after, but right now we need you inside for the media's sake.” Their manager says more desperate now as he turns to meet your eyes that were inside the ambulance.

He was all too aware of the eyes watching both of you and he could tell that you were too. You gave him a slight nod as a sign that you’d be fine as he nodded more to himself and took a step back to be with his manager. For your sake, he wasn’t going to be with you right now. Not when the media would be having a frenzy already. For you, your company, and your reputation.

“Come on, get inside.” The manager nudged Taehyung to follow behind him as he kept his gaze down on the floor when a few cameras took pictures of him walking to the entrance.

A shiny piece of jewelry caught his attention as he bent down and found the promise ring he had given you last year. A promise ring that had caused you more tears than he wanted you to have.

“Come on, V.” Jimin says as he reaches out for Taehyung to accompany him in walking to the venue behind the rest of the members that flashed him pitiful looks.

“You did the right thing. She needed you, and you’ll see each other after this.” Jimin reassured, as Taehyung’s eyes began to sting from behind, though he tried to stop the emotions from showing in his eyes.

“They said it was a sasaeng?” Taehyung asked as the security guards opened the door for them and they entered the dark and cold doors of the big venue that the 21st Mnet Asian Music Awards would take place in.

“Apparently. I tried my best to eavesdrop and they said that the motive might’ve been because of your relationship. She was ARMY.” Jimin summarized everything he had heard as they both stopped in a dim hallway to wait for staff to open a door that led to the artist area.

“I still don’t get how she managed to walk past security, staff, and camera directors. How did she even have a gun?!” Taehyung was exasperated as the two ‘95 liners leaned against the padded walls. Taehyung leaned his head on Jimin’s shoulder as Jungkook came up to squeeze his shoulder.

“Is she okay? We heard guns were involved.” Jungkook asked as it was obvious that the rest of his bandmates were listening from behind the maknae.

“Yeah. She’s shaken up. Maybe even have a twisted ankle and a few scratches.” Taehyung says as his eyes zone out on the pattern of the carpet and his fingers play on the ring he held on his finger.

“Are you okay?” Namjoon shows himself from behind Jungkook as Taehyung simply nods.

The night had gone by like a blur. It was obvious to everyone watching that he was not as present as he should have been, though nobody blames him. The views of the event had skyrocketed after news broke out that an artist was attacked and yet the event continued on. Hashtags about the event and incident even went viral prior to the awards finishing because clips of Taehyung running towards you and escorting you to the ambulance had gone viral. It practically happened in front of everybody so it was bound to get posted, and technically no blood or gore had been shown so the content wasn’t blocked as quickly as both your companies and the event organizers wanted them to be.

Taehyung walks through the hospital hallways with paper bags of your favorite takeout food, your favorite drink, some spare clothes of his that you could change to in case your personal assistant didn’t bring good comfy clothes, and a small cake of your favorite flavor. He had made do with how late it was and how your favorite bakery was already closed.

It felt like deja vu once again. However, this time he wasn’t riding the elevator to your apartment but rather riding it to your hospital room.

Your absence from the event was so painstakingly obvious for him and everyone. He was jittery all night, and your group seemed so small when they occupied the stage for their performance. It was obvious that they had done last minute blocking, and the bactrack had been used for your solo parts. They seemed so small when they walked down the artist area and got to the stage to receive the Best Female Group award and the Best Female Group Dance Performance award. Your group wasn’t small in the sense that they had little members, though it felt like something was missing. Your big bubbly smile and your funny yet carefully worded speech was missing, and Taehyung could speak for everyone that your presence was greatly missed.

He had received a text from you as soon as the event ended and when he got his phone back. Your text contained your congratulations for him and his wins and performances. Jimin even showed Taehyung a message you sent that congratulated Jimin and the rest of BTS. It was certainly a good year for them, and you had grown closer towards your boyfriend’s close friend despite only interacting a few times.

You told him that he should probably visit later into the evening since your group would be visiting you after the event, though Taehyung didn’t listen and still went as fast as he could when ordering food.

He arrived at your hospital room at almost two in the morning and from what he could hear, your bandmates were still in your hospital room talking to you.

He knocked on the door and heard the girls quiet down as one of the members opened the door to see Taehyung standing in the middle of the hallway with his PA behind him holding the bag of clothes and box of cake.

“Hey, sorry to intrude on your celebrations but can I come see my girlfriend?” Taehyung says as a smile couldn’t help but creep up his face as his heart swells with pride with how he openly says that you were his girlfriend.

“Yah Y/Nah, your boyfriend is here.” The member smiled brightly as she opened the door wider to show you laying in the hospital bed with wide eyes from Taehyung’s early arrival. Your other bandmates had visibly smiled brighter when Taehyung entered the room.

“Good evening.” Taehyung greets as he places all of the paper bags on a nearby table and bows deeply to your bandmates.

“Congratulations on your wins and performance!”

All of your bandmates greet the same words as they bow just as deep to their sunbaenim.

“You should have told us Kim Taehyung sunbaenim was coming. We should’ve ordered more food for him—“ You leader speaks as you stay silent yet a small smiles lingers on your lips when Taehyung doesn’t let his eyes leave you.

“It’s okay. I brought some takeout to eat, and a cake to celebrate your wins.” Taehyung opens the small cake he had brought as his PA takes his leave and walks out the door.

“Oh V sunbaenim, thank you! We already had some cake, but I’m sure Y/N would love that. She barely ate anything tonight.” One of your members discloses as you send her a warning gaze as her face contorts into a look of apology.

Taehyung’s brown doe eyes met yours once more and this time it held the same worry it had earlier in the evening. You hated that. You hated seeing him worried over you, though at the same time it made you feel so cared for.

“We should probably get going. We need some rest and we can celebrate properly when you’re feeling better Y/N.” Your group’s leader says as they all excused themselves after they bid you well and congratulated Taehyung once more.

You were left in the silence of your hospital room with Taehyung at last. It felt like a decade just to get some time alone ever since the incident, and it felt like a reward to finally be alone together after the stressful night.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Taehyung asks as he comes towards the side of the bed to give you a kiss on your cheek.

“Not in the mood for it.” You say honestly because you really didn’t feel hungry, though Taehyung’s brow raised to doubt your answer.

“Come on, don’t let me eat all of this alone.” He says as your favorite food reaches your nose. The aroma turns the wheel of your appetite as Taehyung moves the table closer to the side of your bed.

“Seriously, Tae…”

“Please baby? Let me food you a few spoonfuls at least? It would help me feel better.” Taehyung asks as you nod willingly.

He opens up a container and grabs a wooden spoon to fill with the right amount of everything before guiding the spoon to your open mouth. The warmth of the food immediately landing in your stomach as a satisfied hum left you. Taehyung smiled at that and took his own bite with a smile.

“How’s your ankle?” He asks.

“It’s twisted, but it should heal well. I’ll be walking around with a brace, but it's not like we have a comeback coming.” You say as you move your leg from under the white blanket and show him the brace that keeps your ankle straight.

“I don’t know how long I’ll be here though. They said that I’m showing symptoms of an acute concussion, so it would be better to keep me under observation. That’s why I’m not really eating food right now. I don’t want to throw it up in case this does happen to be a concussion. ” You shrug as you eye the movie that showed on the TV.

Taehyung took your left hand in his and raised it to meet his lips. His breath grazing over your ring finger as you feel him slide a familiar metal back to its place.

“What— Woah! You found it!” You smile as you check the ring to truly see if it was the same ring he had given you a year ago. The same small dent that you had accidentally struck against the wall had grazed the design and you knew for a fact that it was the same ring you had worn as a promise.

“It’s kinda hard to miss. No wonder everyone saw it when we wore it.” Taehyung chuckles as he kisses your hand again before you pull him closer to you to kiss on the lips.

His usually soft lips still had some remnants of lipstick from the makeup of their performance. However, the surface wasn’t the soft flesh you’ve come to be familiar with. It was bitten and cracked in some places. Some skin was freshly peeled and others were dry and waiting for the time to be peeled. It was a sign that he had bitten them off prematurely as a coping mechanism from anxiety.

“I’m sorry, baby. I— I heard the fan was a sasaeng and I didn’t even try that hard to join you in the ambulance, but I— I didn’t want the media following and— and our companies… It’s not an excuse—“

“Tae, it’s not your fault.” You state sternly with your expression straight. You didn’t know where this reaction was coming from, but you had to shut down all those thoughts.

“She was a sasaeng— an ARMY…” Taehyung was teary eyed as he sat on the side of the bed with his hands wrapped around your waist as your arms rested on his shoulders.

“You can’t control them and you can’t control what our agencies tell us to do. Just like how they told us to keep some distance when we told them about our relationship. We can break what they say sometimes, but eventually we know we have to follow them. Like how we still kept on seeing each other and how you still had to join the event.” You explained as he nodded.

He was tongue tied or perhaps he didn’t have anything more to say. He just wanted to hold you and tell himself he did everything he could to prevent what happened and that at the end of the day you are fine with injuries that could be fixed. He wanted to kiss you and feel your skin against his. He wanted to breathe in your scent and feel your chest move with every inhale and exhale.

So he did just that. He laid beside you and brought your body down with him to embrace. Your skin against his as you both settle in a comfortable position.

“What if we weren’t idols?”

“Don’t say that Tae. We met because we were idols. We met because we wanted to study being idols and you saw me because you are a damn good idol.” You say as Taehyung laughs and kisses your cheeks.

“I know, but like what if we went away for a while. Just the two of us and some place we don’t know.” Taehyung proposes as you tilt your head to think over the idea as you signal him to continue his brewing thought.

“Just for a few days or a week. We deserve it after a long year. Besides, it’s my birthday soon.” Taehyung smiles brighter when he mentions his birthday as if you hadn’t been saving up for his birthday gift already.

“That does sound nice…”

“So it’s settled! New Year’s and my birthday in some place we don’t know! I’ll start planning it tomorrow.” Taehyung smiles as you laugh with him, but really he was planning on replacing your dented ring with a new one.

“Also I brought some clothes. I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight.” Taehyung asks as you smile and land a kiss on his lips.

“I was waiting for you to say that. My parents are visiting early in the morning though, so you better be up by then.” You both chuckle as he kisses you once more.

“Are you comfy in your clothes? I have your favorite sweater in the bag, and a coat in case you ever feel like having ice cream again.”

You chuckle as you slightly nudge his shoulder. This man truly was something else.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY V!

And

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

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90 degrees!

synopsis: hyunjin and jisung, with a habit of arguing, make the poor decision of starting a fight the night before evaluations. not just evaluations - but evaluations for jyp’s new trainee survival show; stray kids. this doesn’t go over well for them, but in hindsight, it was the best decision they could’ve made that day.

date: circa late 2016 to mid 2017

word count: 1.3k

featuring: kang juyeon, hwang hyunjin, han jisung, bang chan, lee minho, seo changbin, lee felix, kim seungmin, yang jeongin

warnings: hyunsung being mean to each other

a/n: all members mentioned without shoehorning it in fuck yeah (also not sure how i’m feeling abt this -.- )

it was in the early hours of the morning when juyeon finally said “last time!”

the boys behind her sighed a mixture of relief and distain for their last run of the choreography details before evaluations. they had been polishing it up for hours now and the members honestly couldn’t see a difference in the moves anymore. yet minho, the skilled dancer who stood the closest to her in order to help with monitoring the weak spots, was the only one who actually seemed up for the last round. the rest of the boys were understandably exhausted and ready to be in their beds, but if they wanted to be the trainee group to make the show, they needed to be the best. and being the best took a lot of practice.

“minho, do you want to lead this one?”

the older boy agreed with a toothy grin and took her spot in the middle as she stepped to the side, squatting down to rest her legs while she watched. minho counted them in with the smile lingering on his lips and the second he began to dance a serious look plastered over his previously enthusiastic manner. it was like the choreography just took over - his aura totally changed.

juyeon pulled her eyes from minho’s obvious expertise with hopes that he would help lead future practices and focused for a moment on jeongin, eyeing the sequence he struggled with the most - but the jarring misstep beside him ripped her eyes away.

jisung seemed to have stepped on hyunjin’s foot during their transition and said something to him, resulting in hyunjin saying something back. juyeon huffed. hyunjin had a habit of somehow starting arguments out of nowhere, specifically with jisung. they had a hard time getting along most of the time and had a few altercations in the past, such as the time hyunjin may or may not have ‘accidentally’ spilled his drink on jisung. but because of their frequent quarrels juyeon had gotten good at putting them in their place - especially when they’re doing the last runthrough.

“excuse me.” she used a stronger voice than usual to make sure they heard her but not loud enough to disturb the members actually doing the choreography. however, the arguing pair were too caught up in their tantrum to think about the other people in the room and continued making remarks toward one another.

“i wouldn’t have to dodge you if you could do it correctly” hyunjin snapped

“boys.”

jisung’s lip pulled into a sneer, “oh, yeah, cause you’re such hot shit.”

“better than you, that’s for sure.”

“hey.” juyeon was now speaking in her chest voice, projecting enough that the other members were stealing glances while still trying to keep up with practice.

“at least i can rap! it’s a real good thing you’re pretty because if not you’d be nothing more than a backup dancer your whole career.”

jisung’s retort was finally the last straw, as now she was more angry that they were ignoring her. juyeon stood, and for the the first time ever - even for chan, the members heard her shout.

“hey!!”

the bickering boys whipped their heads in her direction, as did the ones who had been practicing diligently. all eyes were on juyeon as she walked in quick, swift strides to the door, holding it open with an unfaltering glare toward the accused.

“go.”

still steaming from the words exchanged, jisung and hyunjin slumped out the door, hands in pockets and gaze avoiding the older girl. juyeon then shut it behind them swiftly without slamming it on the hinges leaving the rest of the boys with their mouths open.

“i’ve never heard her shout before” changbin muttered

chan sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his thumbs. “me neither”

the boys fell completely silent as they listened in to hear her scolding them. but honestly, the more they tried to listen, the more they couldn’t really hear anything.

“what do you think she’s saying?” seungmin asked openly for anyone who had an answer

“probably laying down the law.” minho chuckled and took a gulp of his water “i wonder if she’ll come back without them.”

silence fell over the room again as they leaned in to listen once more. still, nothing. with a grumble from his stomach, felix pulled his attention from the door and sat on the floor next to his bag with sweat still dripping down his temples. he really never thought he’d ever see juyeon so mad - she was so well-mannered and typically pretty peaceful. all he could think is how relieved he was to not be on the receiving end of her discipline. maybe she wasn’t so scary, but having let her down would be enough in itself.

little did he know - his intuition was stronger than he thought.

juyeon stood wordlessly in front of the younger boys with her arms folded tight against her chest, eyes more annoyed than enraged. babysitting is tough enough, it’s even worse when they’re moody teenage boys.

“noona, i have to look out for him -” juyeon interrupted him.

“i don’t care. i didn’t ask.”

hyunjin’s courage fell along with his gaze and he opted to watch the laces of his shoes instead.

“listen to me.” the older girl spoke with such authority “i don’t care what happened or why it happened, and i also don’t care what your problem is with each other.” she divided her stern glare evenly between them “what i do care about is this team, and there is no room for whatever your problems are. if we make-”

juyeon completely stopped for a second before correcting herself “when we make evaluations tomorrow and go to the show, we are proving to jyp that we deserve to debut together as a team. and when we do, you two will get to be together every minute of every day for at least the next 7 years. so here are your choices: you can either apologize to each other now and resolve your issues by tomorrow, or you can let the trainers know that you will not be attending the evaluation. does that make sense?”

the boys nodded silently with their eyes down, hoping - praying that juyeon would just lighten up a bit. it was very uncommon for her to be this…unfriendly - it was very uncomfortable. she didn’t look like she had this brazenness in her, and yet the younger boys now cowered before her. still, she stood in front of them expectantly.

“well?”

jisung was the first to speak as he hadn’t been directly berated like hyunjin did. “right now? i-in front of you?”

she nodded.

jisung and hyunjin looked at each other with an emotion that couldn’t be described in one word; a mixture of annoyance, cowardice, shame, and regret. in unison they began to say sorry, tipping their heads toward each other in a weak excuse for a bow - at least in juyeon’s book.

“90 degrees”

the boys heeded her word and quickly bent at the waist, the crowns of their heads nearly knocking each other as they bowed.

“thank you.” she let out a breath, the stern look on her face ceasing just a hint. she then nodded toward the practice room “now for them, too.”

the crack of the practice door being opened stopped all the boys in their tracks, halting conversations between the members as they all waited for the culprits to emerge.

jisung entered in front of hyunjin while juyeon stepped off to the side. the humbled boys walked toward the center of the practice room with pink cheeks from embarrassment. they looked akin to puppies with their tails tucked between their legs. together, they bowed - 90 degrees - to the members.

“sorry for how we acted. it won’t happen again.”

the rest of the boys were stagnant until the pair stood back up and all eyes shifted to juyeon who had waited quietly with her hands clasped in front of her. once she noticed everyone looking at her, she bowed as well.

“i’m sorry for yelling. i shouldn’t do that.”

jisung and hyunjin took note of her 90 degree bow.

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never grow up; lando norris, jack hughes

summary: memories of estella leclerc

estelle leclerc x lando norris, estelle leclerc x jack hughes

tag list: @chelawrites @faithm120601

estelle soleil leclerc the only leclerc sister, the older twin sister of arthur leclerc, a formula one driver for red bull racing, being the youngest world champion and only female to win a f1 race as well as a championship, an ambassador for nike and louis vuitton, the youngest face ever on a vogue front cover and to date the most vogue covers belong to her.

name: estelle soleil leclerc

birthday: october 13, 2000

age: 22

height: 5”6

racing career:

karting 2008-2014

ferrari driver academy 2013-2018

formula four- 2015-2016

formula three- 2017

formula two- 2018

formula one-2019

red bull racing- 2019-2023

championship win 2019, 2021

vogue partnership started 2009

sponsors-nike, lululemon, apple, louis vuitton

siblings- lorenzo tolotta-leclerc, charles leclerc, arthur leclerc

godfather- jules bianchi

love interests- lando norris, jack hughes

May 22, 2008

Estelle walked around with her sage green helmet in hand and her overalls on seeing all the other kids around her age and seeing no girls just boys, it started a fire in her to prove everyone wrong and show girls can kart too, she lost her younger twin brother who was with their parents.

All of sudden a boy with brown hair tripped in front of her and another boy running behind him with black curls on his head, the boy who fell lifted his head seeing a girl with perfect chestnut brown curls and sparkling hazel green eyes, she raised a brow with a hint of a smile gracing her face as she reached down a hand for the boy, he grabbed scrambling up, “T-thanks i’m Lando.” He grinned with all his teeth, a gap between his front two teeth, he pointed towards his best friend Max, “And this is Max.” Max waved with a smile.

“I’m Estelle.” She smiled her french accent coming out before the boys could reply they heard a voice shout and a boy come running towards them.

“Essie!” Arthur shouted running over to his twin taking her hand and starting to pull her back to their parents, she turned around waving bye at the two, not knowing in the future they would become best friends.

“Who were they?” Arthur questioned in french.

“Their names are Lando and Max.” She responded back in french, before they got to their parents and older brothers.

“Oh there you are darling we were looking for you.” Pascale grinned seeing her twins, looking happier knowing her daughter was fine but she usually tends to wonder off.

“Je suis désolé Maman.” Estelle apologized knowing her mother is protective of her, Her mother dismissed her apology with a fond smile.

Estelle was suddenly picked off from behind and tossed over someone shoulder who was spinning her around, she giggled knowing exactly who it was, “Pear stop it!” She giggled as she got gently set down looking up seeing Pierre Gasly, her brothers best friend and a family friend, basically her fourth brother.

“Sorry petite étoile.” Pierre cheekily grinned calling her little star, as he has since she was born.

“No you’re not.” Estelle sassed back cocking an eyebrow and a hand on her hip.

“Someone’s sassy today.” Chalres fond voice came by her ear as he leaned kissing her cheek twice.

“Hi cha.” She smiled sweetly kissing his cheek back.

“You excited for your first race.” Charles looked between his little twin siblings, getting two identical nods in return, “Good you’re both going to do great!” He kisses both their heads.

“Duh! We’re Leclerc’s!” Estelle sassed with a smile, as Arthur nodded along with her, Charles fondly laughed, Pierre smiled down at the twins. Herve and Pascale shared a fond look glad their family is so close with each other.

January 4, 2010

Estelle walked into her house her foot shutting the door behind her as she held the handful of mail she got from the mail box for her parents, she knew her family were waiting for her so they could eat lunch together, she walked towards the kitchen entering it when she saw the magazine, she squealed jumping up and down as the other mail dropped on the ground, her whole family looked up seeing her squealing jumping, as her perfect chestnut brown curls bounced with her around her pink headband on her head.

“What is it darling?” Pascale looked up from the kitchen island, Herve looked up from his newspaper as well.

“Maman Papa it came.” She grinned her beautiful bright smile turning the magazine towards them, revealing her face on the cover of vogue becoming the youngest ever to do so.

“Oh petit soleil that’s wonderful.” Herve grinned proudly of his daughter who is already accomplishing so much and he couldn’t wait to see her continue to do so, he wrapped his arm around her pressing kisses on her head.

“Mon cheri!” Pascale gasped looking at the cover as her filled with fresh wet tears, she scooped her only daughter in her arms rocking them back and forth, “I am so proud of you my darling.”

Estelle giggled happily just as Chalres stood up and picked her up spinning her around making her giggles fill the room.

“That’s so cool petite soeur!” Charles grinned setting his favorite sibling down gently.

“Merci Cha!” She grinned up at him, before getting pushed back as Arthur tackled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around his twin tightly, “Congrats mon jumeau!” She giggled kissing his cheek.

Lorenzo walked over gently hugging his little sister tightly and kissing her forehead.

Jules stood grinning proudly at his goddaughter, he scooped her up spinning her around making her laugh, “Ah ma belle, i’m so proud.” He pressed kisses to top of her head making her giggle.

“Merci juju!” Estrelle grinned at her godfather.

“I think this calls for chocolate cake to celebrate.” Pascale smiled watching her twins heads snap towards her in unison.

“CHOCOLATE CAKE!” Estelle and Arthur gasped in unison, their favorite food, dessert, anything to do with food is chocolate desserts especially their mothers chocolate cake.

“Please Maman!” The twins sent their identical puppy dog eyes towards their mother.

“Of course my darlings.” Pascale fondly smiled kissing both of their cheeks.

April 20, 2015

Estelle a year ago joined the Ferrari Academy and had started driving with Prema this season in formula 4, with her teammates Zhou Guanyu and Ralf Aron, she currently dominating all the rookies in the series and putting up a good fight with the rest of the grid, the team thinking the next year will be more her year.

Estelle has becoming more familiar with the Prema team as her brother is also apart of the team and her godfather was also once a part of the Prema team, so she’s began to find a family there but more so with the ferrari academy.

She accepted to go with Angelina Ertsou, one of the more important and influential people in the series’s before formula one and someone who’s has began to care lots for the young girl who’s very determined to prove herself.

Angelina has been going to different karting races when she has the chance to look for upcoming talents and kids Prema may want to have on their teams and where they would recommend them to sign to a junior team. Also seeing kids who they have to talked to already who they know they want to have in the future.

Estelle eye was caught of on the kart with number 8, happening to watch the person driving with her number, who was leading the race almost the entire time until the last lap when someone behind the kart clipped it and number eight was pushed off the trac as the back of the kart was ripped off, and Estelle couldn’t help but frown seeing the kids race be ruined because of someone behind him knowing how much that’s sucks. She watched the race finished and saw the kid who clipped the kart being happy and arrogant with his win.

Estelle saw the kid in number 8 take the helmet off showing a younger boy with light brown hair, she could she the way he frowned and walked off towards one of sides of a building, she kept that in mind when she felt Angelina tap her arm to get up and walk to set a of parents that Angelina have talked to before.

“David! Terri!” Angelina smiled as she walked over the two but she could feel her face slip into concern as she saw them turn around and both looking distressed, “Is everything alright?”

“Our son we turned to see the end of the race and when we turned back he was out of his kart and gone.” Terri hurriedly explained looking worried not wanting to move knowing their son saw them their last.

Estelle couldn’t help but frown thinking of a boy that she saw walk away, “Was his number eight by chance.”

The parents turned slightly noticing the younger girl who’s face was covered in freckles and had beautiful green hazel eyes, her chestnut brown hair was in high ponytail spilt into two braids, a green quarter zip jacket with a black puffer vest over it, black leggings, and black leather boots.

“He is, did you see him?” David looked concerned as he hoped for good answer from the young girl.

“I think so i can go bring him back if you would like?” Estelle kindly offered having a feeling they woundnt want to leave as she saw they also have two younger children as well.

The parents both breathes a sigh of relief thanking the girl profusely who waved it off with a kind smile excusing herself walking over to building seeing a young boy sitting against the wall crying.

Estelle sat down slowly next to him not wanting to frighten him, “You know when i got clipped out i cried for a long while.”

The young boys head lifted up seeing someone sitting next to him with a kind smile towards him, He sniffed whipping his face, “Did you ever get over it?” He knew this was only his second year in karting but he wanted to prove himself so hard and that was difficult when his race was ruined with something out of his control.

Estelle gently scoffed, “Not for a long while. I cried for so long, i think my eyes were permanently red for a long while!” The boy smiled slightly making Estelle happy she is making him feel a bit better.

“But what i did learn later on was that to be a great driver you have to bad races and make mistakes because that’s how you get better. It’s okay to have a bad race or for it end with something out of your control but if you gave it your all then that’s all that matter. We are human and at the end of the day we aren’t perfect. So losing is okay even though it doesn’t always feel the best.” Estelle gave the advice she wished she knew when she had bad race days and would beat herself up for along time, something she still try’s not to do anymore.

The boy slowly nodded listening intently to the older girl, he didn’t feel completely better but he did feel a lot better than he did a few minutes ago, “Thank you.” Before his eyes opened wider sheepishly realizing he doesn’t know her name yet, “I’m Ollie, Ollie Bearman.”

Estelle smiled at the younger boy watching him put his hand out for a handshake, she gently took his hand shaking it, “Hello Ollie, i’m Estelle Leclerc.”

Ollie gasped in recognition, “Your the only girl driver in F4!” Ollie smiled having been rooting for her since he started watching the series.

Estelle smiled and nodded, “I am, but we do need to get you back to your parents buddy they’re looking for you.” She stood up brushing herself off holding a hand down for Ollie who gently took and stood and when Estelle was going to take her hand away Ollie just tightens his grip on her hand, Estelle just smiled at the young boy and walked over to where his parents were, seeing Angelina talk with another set of parents in the distance.

She watched the two parents both gasp in relief hugging their son tightly who was apologizing realizing he scared them.

Terri and David pulled back from their son looking at the young girl who found him, “Thank you so much.” Terri smiled in thankfulness at Estelle.

Estelle just smiled, “It’s not a problem.

“Where are my manners, I’m Terri Bearman and this is my husband David.” Terri smiled holding her hand out to Estelle who smiled seeing where Ollie got it from.

“I’m Estelle Leclerc.” Estelle politely smiled shaking Terri’s hand.

Angelina finshed talking with the other parents she had to talk to walking over seeing Estelle had found Ollie.

Angelina was talking with David and Teri, as Ollie walked around them and stood with Estelle who kneeled down to be level with him as she talked to Ollie.

The conversation with the three of them was at the end when they heard two loud laughs they looked over seeing Estelle and Ollie both laughing hard, and Ollie was naturally leaning on the older girl, who was about five years older then him.

“Ollie doesn’t usually get comfortable with people that fast.” Terri smiled seeing her son laugh and be comfortable with another person.

Angeline fondly smiled, “It’s Estelle, she has that effect of people.”

“We can see that.” David smiled seeing the two both talk so animated with each other and he had a feeling this would not be the last time they saw Estelle.

“I’ll see you again right?” Ollie looked hopeful as he looked at her.

“Promise buddy.” Estelle gave his hair a ruffle having a feeling Ollie will be joining Prema sooner than later.

The Bearmans watched the two walk away, “We’ll see Estelle again won’t we?” Ollie looked at his parents in hopefulness.

Terri brushed his hair smiling at her son, “You really like don’t you?”

Ollie rapidly nodded, “She’s awesome!”

The parents shared a look figuring they could ask Angelina a way to have Estelle be able to talk to Ollie.

What they all didn’t know what that it was the beginning of a amazing friendship and mentorship between the two racers.

July 21, 2015

The air just felt bare, silent, stoic. Estelle didn’t know but it just felt wrong knowing there would never be a time to make new memories with Jules again, never a time to go to a baseball game with him again, never a time to get a hug from him again, never a time to have sleepovers at his house for godfather-goddaughter days again. She knew there was never going to be a day she didn’t miss him.

Jules has been there for everything, he’s been there for her whole life, most of every family memories include Jules, he’s family he always will be.

Estelle couldn’t help but think that Jules would be lonely wherever he’s ended up and she hoped she’s wrong she couldn’t live with herself if she knew Jules was alone and without any family and friends.

Estelle leaned against the outside of church after his funeral, not even knowing how it already ended, she was trying not sob the entire funeral as she helped her two brothers hands.

She felt someone sit next to her and a hand intertwines with hers and head lean on her shoulder, she knew it was her younger twin brother, who was hurting as much as her.

“You’re not dying without me.” Arthur’s voice was raspy from not talking for awhile.

Estelle knew what he meant, they all could see Lorenzo become broken without his best friend and she knew exactly what Arthur meant. She looked over seeing the dry tear marks on his cheeks kissing the top of his head before leaning her head on his, “Never Arty, Never.” She knew it would destroy then if the one of them died before the other. She didn’t want to live in a world without her other half, a feeling she knew was mutual.

Charles walked out of the church looking to the side seeing his younger siblings curled up together, Arthur his eyes were red from crying and cheeks cried with tears, but Estelle’s face was blank but her eyes were what showed all the pain, the beautiful sparkle in her eye gone, he hoped he never had to see that look on her again.

Charles walked over sitting next to Estelle taking her other hand kissing her head letting her lean on his shoulder he wrapped one arm around both of his twins and his other holding Estelle’s hand.

The siblings sat for the rest the time in silence, cuddled up with each other for the rest of the funeral.

June 20, 2017

A seventeen year old Estrelle who looked heartbroken as she stood in the doorway to her fathers hospital room, she knew this was goodbye and the last time she could ever speak to her papa again, her mother gently touched her shoulder giving her a sad but encouraging look as she is the last one of her siblings to say her goodbyes.

She told a deep breath slowly walking in seeing the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose, she scooted the chair closer to his bed sitting down holding her fathers hand resting it against her lips kissing the back of her Papa’s hand.

Herve eyes weakly fluttered open looking to his right seeing his beautiful little princess who isn’t so small anymore and knew this was the last time they would see each other, his other hand weakly tried to get to his oxygen mask to speak, Estelle quickly helped him slip it off slighty.

“I’m so proud of you petit soleil.” He weakly croaked out his hand tightening around hers.

She shallowed before before she spoke, “I got into formula one papa, i’ll make you proud i promise.” She knew she lied as she just got accepted into formula two after winning the formula three championship this season, but she knew it’s always been her fathers dream to see her get into formula one and he’s been her biggest supporter and if she has to lie to make him happy, it’s fine by her. It just means she needs to make sure she gets into formula one after the next season.

Herve eyes lights up with happiness and proudness, tears filled his eyes as his hand weakly reached for the back of her head pulling her closer as he kissed her forehead, “Je t'aime petit soleil.”

“moi aussi, je t'aime papa.” Estelle mumbled back telling her father she loved him for the last time trying to hold her tears from falling, she felt the hand of her mother on her shoulder she gently pulled back from her papa looking at his face once more, the twos eyes connecting saying everything that was not said out-loud, she turned around holding a hand over moth to hold back her sobs as she walked into the hallway where her brothers were waiting, her twin who was crying into Lorenzo’s shoulder and Charles who was staring into the distance.

Estella sluggishly walked towards Chalres sitting next to him, “I lied i told papa i got into F1.”

Charles blinked hearing his sisters voice he reached his hand over holding hers, “I told papa i got into Ferrari.”

“Then we have to do that.” Estella declared making sure the last thing she told her Papa will come true.

“We will.” Charles leaned his head onto top of her head as they listen to the sound of their father’s heart monitor stop, both of their identical eyes losing its sparkle, again.

December 17, 2018

Estelle who just turned eighteen a few months ago finally has got the time to see the penthouse she bought the day she turned eighteen.

She picked her favorite place New York. Jules took her many times when she was younger, they would take a trip together, sightseeing around New York, going to see a yankees game and ever since the first time Estelle loves New York, and has been yankees fan since.

She’s wanted to have a place in New York since she could remember and the day she turned old enough she signed the papers.

Estella knows starting in Formula one in a few months she won’t get as much time as she will like to come visit but it will be nice to have a place where she can go and relax and just be herself even if it’s for a few days, she is also close to the yankees stadium and she close to Vogue headquarters which is where she has to go to a lot anyways.

She bought a penthouse that has two stories and a loft in it, The view of the city is beautiful and almost all the windows are from the floor to ceilings, the whole bottom floor is very open and feels spacious. A lot of metal and glass around the whole penthouse, very open floor plan on the bottom floor, her kitchen is very open with a large island, four guest bedrooms and her master bedroom, a huge bookcase that’s she already planning to fill with many books, a office that has the perfect view of the city, and her own at home gym, her bathroom has a huge bathtub perfect for relaxing where she can see the city from the bathtub, both stories have a balcony that wrap around the outside of the building and she has to have her key or a code to get to her floor from the elevator which is good for safety, and there is security in the apartment building twenty four seven.

She unlocked her beautiful door walking into the home that’s fully furnished alreadly and she already felt at peace.

She walked across the center of the room towards the other side that’s filled with large window loving the view she has of New York City.

Estelle turned her head taking everything in she walked down the hallway to the right of the front door that she knows is her side, she opened the door to her bedroom locking the open and simply look, she walked across towards her closet, that she already loves as it has so much room for close, Estelle always has to much clothing and she knew it would not be difficult for her to fill it fast.

Estelle turned to the other side of her room that had the bathroom door reaviling her beauty of a bathroom, a huge glass shower with a rain shower head, a giant bathtub by the windows, two matching sinks with large mirrors, and a vanity with a stool and mirror on the other side, she closed the door walking out of the room back to hallway passing the front door again heading up the first flight of stairs where she knows is her gym and all of her guest bedrooms, she walked towards the next set of stairs that leads to her loft is what she picked for her office.

Estelle walked towards the desk sitting in the chair looking out the window and smiled she got her dream house. A place she can choose to call home.

Having a hard time call Monaco home after her Father and Jules death.

September 8, 2019

“MERCEDES THREW EVERYTHING AT THEM TODAY, CHARLES LECLERC COPED BRILLIANTLY. HE WON IN SPA, HE WINS IN MONZA. ESTELLE LECELEC THE ROOKE EVERYONE WAS TOLD TO LOOK OUT FOR, HAS JUST PROVED WHY WITH A SEOND PLACE PODIUM IN HER ROOKIE YEAR, NOT ONCE HAS SHE FINISHED LOWER THAN FIFTH THE WHOLE SEASON.”

Chalres cheered as he pulled his car into the first place spot, running towards his team getting hugs and pats on the back, before he heard more cheers again and turned seeing his sister getting out of her car in second place, and he couldn’t help the tears fillings his eyes seeing his little sister grow up and accomplish a piece of her dream he quickly ran towards her not being able to the see her bright smile that he knew she had under her helmet, he pulled her into a tight hug feeling her arms tighten around him.

They pulled back the two siblings looking at each other, placing there for heads together through their helmets.

“A sibling 1-2!” Charles grinned as he spoke to his sister knowing it’s been their dream to get a 1-2 together.

Estelle laughed full of excitement, “We’ll have to get a 1-2-3 next!” She grinned under the helmet knowing sooner than later they will be joined by Arthur and they will have a podium of just Leclercs.

Chalres fondly laughed, putting his hand where her buckle is on her helmet helping it undo, watching her pull it off head as he undid his, He threw a arm around her shoulder, as they walked to the weight scale.

Estelle was the first to walk in the cool off room she put a finger over her lips as she looked at the cameras before walking towards the winners seat which should be Charles seat today but Estelle quickly sat in it grinning as she drank from her water bottle.

Lewis walked into chucked shaking his head seeing where Estelle sat, patting her on the head congratulating her for her first podium. Lewis has followed Estelle career for awhile and has been one of her biggest supporters since she joined Formula one.

Charles walked into the cool off room setting his helmet on the table drinking water and wiping his face, as he turned around seeing Estelle sitting in his seat with an innocent face, Charles raised an eyebrow laughing, “Really?” Estelle just smiled in reply.

“Alright off ma cherie.” He gently pushed her off and toward her seat, “Don’t worry soon it will be your seat.”

And Charles wasn’t wrong the next race, Singapore, Estelle got her first win, as a rookie in Singapore. She continued to win the rest of the races thought our the season, fighting until the last race to win the championship against Lewis and gaining the championship title, as a rookie and a female.

December 12, 2019

Estelle was in one of the many Vouge headquarters seeing the young and upcoming models and doing a talk day for them all, especially as she just became a formula one world champion at 19 and have been working with vogue for 10 years already.

The talk was her giving tips and advice in the model world, talking about the highs and lows of being a model and she showed them a few different model walks and had the group of around 20 young girl teenagers copy her, the hours went by fast before she knew it almost everyone was gone and she had finished answering anyone who came up to her for questions.

Estelle saw a girl who looked a few years younger than her sitting on a bench packing up her bag and sliding off her heeled shoes, wincing slighty, Estelle walked over stopping in front of her, “May i sit?” She gestured to the spot next to the the girl.

The girls head snapped up nodding, “Sim. I mean yes.” She answered in Portuguese before giving a sheepish smile, Estelle smiled sitting down looking at her sore feet, “My feet used to the same, so i started putting plaster on the parts that got hurt and i never had a problem again.” Estelle gestured to the girls feet knowing what’s it’s like to get use to heels.

The girl blinked in surpise nodding, “Oh thank you.” She smiled slighty putting her hand out, “I’m Fransicia but everyone calls be Kika.”

“It’s nice to meet you Kika, I’m Estelle” Estelle smiled shaking her hand, having a feeling Kika was going to become someone pretty special to her.

“Oh i know.” Kika smiled slighty shy having always looked up to Estelle as she is so young and is already the top model worldwide.

“Well can i have your number then Kika.” Estelle gently smiled at the girl, knowing she was going to great things in the modeling world.

“Course.” Kika blinked slighty shocked that she wanted be number but then realized Estelle is still a regular person too and she is only three years older than her. Kika took the phone Estella passed to her typing in her number real quick, before passing it back.

The two said their goodbyes to each other and it was the start of a beautiful friendship.

May 24, 2022

Estelle parked her Porsche 911 Turbo S Carbriolet, That she of course bought in a dark green color. She grabbed her green Dior saddle bag, slipping on her Prada sunglasses getting out of the car, walking up towards the hair salon that her mother owns, Estelle knew her mother didn’t have any clients today but she would be at the salon, She walked into the salon putting sunglasses on the top of her head smiling as she watched her mother head look up to tell whoever was coming in they weren’t open for business today but stopped when she her daughter.

“Oh my darling!” Pascale gasped in delight rushing forward pulling her daughter into a hug, feeling a rush of nostalgia when they hugged and Estelle taller than her when she used to be shorter than her. Pascale pulled back cupping Estelle face having missed seeing her the last few week in person, “Mon amour your aren’t suppose be here till tomorrow night?” Pascale questioned knowing it was a rule in their family when it was Monaco race weekend all her children come home and have dinner together and that is tomorrow night.

“It was a surprise thought we could have the day and tomorrow just us before the boys come over.” Estelle smiled watching her mother light up in excitement knowing she missed her children a lot and is glad to have anytime with them.

“Of course darling!” Pascale smiled kissing her daughters cheek, “Is this why your brother dropped me off today?” Pascale smiled watching the slight sheepish look cover her only daughter’s face, a look she saw more often with Estelle as she grew up.

“Yes Maman.” Estelle knew her mom would figure it out quickly, As her mother knew all her children the best.

Pascale fondly smiled, “Now it’s time to do your hair mon cher!” Always loving to do her daughters hair as they don’t get as much time anymore.

“Of course Maman.” Estelle fondly smiled letting her mother drag her to Salon chair and tying the cutting cape over her.

Pascale looked over her daughter’s beautiful hair deciding what to do, “Hmm what about a gloss?” She looked through the mirror seeing the nod of approval, Pascale knowing that her daughter doesn’t love to dye her hair and would rather it be her natural color.

“Your shoes were beautiful in the picture you sent.” Pascale complimented her daughter, Estelle always made sure to send photos and videos when she was away of everything and anything so her mother could still be a big part of her life.

“Good, i have a pair in your size Maman.” Estelle cheekily grinned knowing her mother didn’t love how all her children spoil her as they have grown up and earn their own money.

“Of course you did cheri.” Pascale fondly smiled knowing she couldn’t stop her children from spoiling her, she’s tried.

The mother and daughter just talked for hours as Pascele did the gloss, before she cut Estelle’s hair and gave her a blow out.

Estelle stood up gently taking off the cutting cape fixing the white and black stripped sweater that’s tied across her shoulder, with her black cropped shirt with blue jeans and white converse, as she smiled at her hair gently touching always loving it the best when her mother did it.

“Merci Maman!” Estelle kissed her mother cheeks in thank you. She linked arms with her mother as they walked out of the salon locking it up, before walking over to Estelle car going to get lunch together before they shopped the rest of the day.

#lando norris x reader #jack hughes x reader #f1 driver!reader #f1 x y/n #lando norris x y/n #jack hughes #jh86 #nhl x reader #f1 x female reader #charles leclerc sister #charles leclerc x reader

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fanfictionalraven · 1 month

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Marry Me

Title: Marry Me

Song Inspiration: Marry Me by Thomas Rhett

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Jody Mills, Original Characters

Word Count: 2, 258

Warnings: Angst

Author's Note: This story was originally posted by myself under the account Winchestersgirl92. It was published November, 2017.

Dean’s hands tremble as he fumbles to get his tie put on correctly. It was the third time he was attempting to tie it and he was beyond frustrated. It’s not like this was his first time tying the damned thing. He was in his fed suit, the same suit he’d worn dozens if not hundreds of times before, but suddenly it felt too tight. Almost like it was trying to strangle him.

A gentle rapping at his bedroom door pulls him from his claustrophobic thoughts. It opens and Jody’s head, her hand covering her eyes, pops in through the crack.

“Are you about ready? We’re gonna be late,” she tells him. He lets out a nervous laugh.

“I’m decent, Jody. Just can’t get this tie,” he says. Her hand drops from her eyes and she smiles at him as she walks over. Taking the two ends of the tie in her hands, she quickly starts to work on it.

“Can’t tie a tie?” She asks, quirking her eyebrow at him. He shakes his head quickly.

“Course I can. Just –,” he stops, unsure of what explanation to give her. She nods her head slightly as she looks back at her hands.

“Nervous?” She asks. He scoffs a laugh.

“Why would I be nervous?” He asks her. She smiles gently and pats his shoulders once she’s finished with the tie.

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s a big day after all,” she says. Dean nods slightly, a faraway look in his eyes. He blinks and refocuses on Jody’s face.

“Well, let’s go. Can’t be late,” he says.

They go down to the garage together and find Sam and Cas both waiting by the car. The four pile in, Dean driving, naturally, and head out on the road. It’s a short drive from the Bunker to the old farm Y/N’s family had rented for the afternoon. Dean parks amongst the other vehicles. The other three get out of the car as Dean stares at the white balloons and streamers marking the path to where the ceremony would be held.

“You want to get married on a farm?” Dean asks, staring at Y/N. The two are sitting on the trunk of Impala, passing a bottle of whiskey back and forth. Y/N takes the bottle and shrugs before taking a quick drink. She hands it back to Dean and wipes at her mouth.

“It’ll be cheaper. Family friend willing to rent theirs out to us when the time comes,” she says. Dean nods, taking a long drink from the bottle. He sets it down on the trunk behind them and shakes his head.

“I can’t believe you’ve actually planned out your wedding,” he says. Y/N rolls her eyes and Dean can’t help but smile. He loves teasing her, just to get a reaction. “You don’t even have a boyfriend.”

“So? I know I’m gonna get married one day. Might as well be prepared,” she tells him. He laughs now and shakes his head.

“Aren’t you a little girl scout,” he teases. She narrows her eyes at him.

“That’s the boy scouts actually,” she says, pushing off the trunk. Dean jumps down quickly, catching her elbow.

“Hey, hey, hey. Calm down. You know I’m just messing with you,” he says, turning her to face him. She crosses her arms over her chest as Dean’s hands come to rest on her waist. “I, personally, think it’s adorable that you’ve planned out a wedding with an imaginary groom.” She pushes away from him quickly and starts walking down the road. Dean laughs as he watches her. “Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

“As far away from you as possible,” she calls back to him. He rolls his eyes and leans back against the car, crossing his arms. He glances up at the cloud darkened sky.

“Storm’s moving in,” he says. Her shoulders go up and down.

“I don’t care!!” She shouts to him. She’s several yards away at this point, still marching on.

“Y/N, come on. Don’t make me come get you,” he threatens. She stops dead in her tracks and turns slowly, looking back at him.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenges. He can’t help the smirk that spreads across his face. He does love a challenge, especially from her. He slides his leather jacket off and tosses it onto the trunk.

“Last chance,” he calls to her. She crosses her arms, feet planted firmly on the ground. He lets out one short laugh and shakes his head. “You asked for it.”

Thunder claps and lightning streaks across the sky as Dean breaks into a run. Y/N’s eyes widen and she turns on her heels, running away from him. She knows it’s futile. His legs are longer than hers so even if she was a little faster, he could catch her. His arms wrap around her waist just a moment later, knocking her off balance. The two tumble to the ground in a fit of laughter. Y/N lands on her back and lays her arms above her head, trying to catch her breath. Dean quickly moves to hover over her, pinning her hips to the ground.

“Told ya I’d get you,” he says, smiling down at her. She rolls her eyes and pushes at him.

“Get off me,” she says. He catches her hands and pins them to the ground above her head. The look on her face changes in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, Y/N shifts from the little girl he’d always known to the woman he was rarely given the opportunity to see. He’d see her sometimes in a bar when she’d had a little too much and some undeserving guy was hitting on her. He’d see her when they were on a case and a suspect needed some special persuasion to give them the information they needed. He’d see her on the very rare occasion that he’d move in a little too close. Just like now.

Her long eyelashes flutter over her y/e/c eyes that had suddenly grown darker. Her beautiful, pink lips are slightly parted, still trying to catch her breath. Her tongue darts out quickly to wet them and Dean nearly groans. He leans in a little closer and watches her eyes close, waiting. The whiskey on her breath teases him, enticing him to close to distance. His nose bumps against hers and his own eyes close.

Dean jumps at the sharp tapping on the driver side window. He looks over and his brother is standing there, waiting for him. Dean lets out a sigh and gets out of the car now too. Jody and Cas are already making their way to seating area. Sam is watching his brother closely.

“You good?” He asks. Dean looks at him and rolls his eyes.

“Of course, I’m good. Go on. I’m right behind you,” he tells him. Sam nods and turns, following after the others. Dean runs a hand over his face then glances around. Quickly, he pulls a metal flask from his inside jacket pocket. He takes a long drawl from it before returning it its hiding place. “Showtime,” he mumbles to himself.

He makes his way up the balloon marked path and finds where everyone is gathered. There are about 50 chairs set up, divided by an aisle. A simply decorated arch waits at the front, Y/N’s grandfather standing beneath it with a Bible in his hands.

“Dean,” Sam’s voice calls. Dean blinks and looks around. Sam is waving to him from a row of seats about midway on the left. His heart sinks as he makes his way to the chair between Jody and Sam.

For a moment, he’d almost had himself convinced that he had actually kissed her on that stormy afternoon not long ago. He almost believes that he was the one who had taken her out every weekend for six months before finally giving her the ring she’d always wanted. He’d been lost in a fantasy of her in a white dress making her way down the aisle to him. But as he takes his seat, reality washes over him.

He hadn’t kissed her. The rain had come suddenly and drawn him away from her beckoning lips. He hadn’t taken her out. She’d met Derek two days later and Dean knew right away he was already too late. She’d be walking down the aisle in a matter of minutes to Derek, her future husband.

Music begins to play from somewhere nearby and Derek takes his place next to Y/N’s grandfather. Her sister, the maid of honor, comes down the aisle, followed shortly thereafter by the flower girl and ring bearer, Y/N’s niece and nephew. The music changes, the traditional wedding march starting, and everyone stands. Dean forces himself to his feet before looking over his shoulder. The sight he’s met with takes his breath away.

Y/N’s standing at the end of the aisle, her arm looped through her father’s, looking positively glorious, as if she wasn’t already the most beautiful woman Dean had ever seen. Her make-up was light and natural, accentuating her eyes and lips, her best features in Dean’s opinion. A halo of flowers sits a top her head making her look like an angel. Dean’s eyes roam over her body as she walks down the aisle. The dress was simple, a perfect mix of classy and sexy Dean didn’t even know was possible. He shakes his head, forcing away the thoughts of slowly taking it off of her.

Her grandfather tells everyone to be seated once they reach the other end of the aisle. Dean falls into his seat, earning a concerned glance from his brother. Dean stares at the back of the person in front of him as her grandfather begins to speak.

“Who gives this woman today?” He asks in the traditional manner.

“Her mother and I,” her father says before placing a kiss to her cheek. Dean squeezes his eyes closed. And me. He thinks to himself. A hand comes over his quickly. He opens his eyes and finds his hands balled into fists on his thighs. Jody has one of hers over his and squeezes it gently. The ceremony continues and Dean does his best to block it out until one phrase falls on his ears, his head shooting up quickly.

“If anyone has any reason these two should not be married, speak now or forever hold your peace,” Y/N’s grandfather announces, eyes roaming the crowd.

It was a statement made out of tradition, no one ever really expected anyone to object. Dean can feel three sets of eyes on him; Sam, Jody, and Cas all expecting him to speak. Time seems to stop. The thought had surprisingly never crossed his mind. He could stand up right now and tell Y/N exactly how he feels. Tell her that he loves her and wants her to marry him instead of Derek.

Jody’s hand squeezes his again and time resumes. His fist she’s holding opens and clasps her hand tight instead. Vows and rings are exchanged. A kiss that makes Dean’s eyes sting with tears and it’s all over. Everyone stands again and claps as Y/N’s grandfather introduces Mr. and Mrs. Derek Cypress. Dean’s still clinging to Jody’s hand as they stand in line to congratulate the happy couple. As they move closer, she pulls her hand away. Y/N looks over and breaks into a wide smile.

“You made it!!” She exclaims before throwing her arms around Dean. He lets out a laugh and returns the embrace.

“Always underestimating me,” he tells her. They stay that way, neither breaking away from each other, until a hand presses against Dean’s back. “Congrats, Sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing her cheek quickly. She looks up at him as he pulls away from her slowly.

“Are you staying for the reception?” She asks, her eyes pleading. Dean balks at the thought of spending two or three hours watching her with Derek. Sam clears his throat quickly.

“Actually, I just got a text about a case. Seems pretty urgent,” he says. Y/N makes a face but nods as Dean sends a thankful look towards his brother.

“That’s too bad. But I get it. Family business and all,” she says with a wink. Dean nods, avoiding her eyes. “It means a lot that you were all here.”

“Wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Jody says, her hand still resting against Dean’s back. She presses on him gently and he takes a step.

“Be careful!!” Y/N says. Dean steals one last look at her before continuing on to the car. Jody’s hand stays on his back as he pulls the flask from his pocket again. He finishes it off then tosses the keys to Sam.

“Where you wanna go?” Sam asks, catching the keys. Dean pulls open the passenger side door for Jody and looks at his brother.

“Anywhere with a lot of liquor,” he tells him. Sam smiles a little sadly and nods before getting into driver’s seat. Dean closes the door for Jody then gets into the back with Cas. He leans his head back against the seat and closes his eyes as his brother pulls away from the farm.

So I'm in my black suit, black tie, hiding out in the back, Doing a strong shot of whiskey straight out the flask, I'll try to make it through without crying so nobody sees, Yeah, she wanna get married, Yeah, she gonna get married, But she ain't gonna marry me.

#supernatural #spn #dean x y/n #dean x you #dean x reader #dean winchester #sam winchester #jody mills #cas #castiel #song fic #fanfiction #fanfic

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keerysfreckles · 2 months

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august — cam cameron

pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader

summary: y/n has a summer job at the cousins bakery. cam cameron likes to find excuses to buy muffins every day.

warnings: none? just a long fic (i got carried away oopsies)

a/n: already rewatching tsitp and i finished it this week I LOVE IT SO MUCH FJSHJDHSH

masterlist !

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cousins beach was so surreal in the summertime. it was the busiest time of the year for the small town. the beaches were crowded and the boardwalk never slept.

everyone practically knew everyone. that's what y/n might have loved most about it. besides her close friend isabel conklin of course.

the girls met in the summer of 2017 when y/n's family started driving three hours to their newly bought beach house. it was in the same neighborhood as the beck house, meaning y/n and belly quickly became friends. belly always invited y/n over, and grew fondly of conrad and jeremiah fisher. she eventually learned to enjoy steven's presence as well.

the two girls have been inseparable since. every summer you'd find them attached at the hip, with conrad, jeremiah and steven following behind.

this summer however was different. not for belly though, she was still just as obsessed with the older fisher brother. the summer was already different for y/n. her father made the decision for the girl to get a summer job. her mother wasn't too thrilled with the idea, just wanting her daughter to have a memorable summer. but after officially getting hired at the local bakery, y/n didn't mind.

she's always loved going to the bakery. it was almost tradition for her mother to buy a pie to bring to susannah's fourth of july parties. y/n always begged for the double chocolate chip muffins before they left at the beginning of august. nine out of ten times she left with a smile on her face and a muffin in her hands.

the first week of work went smoothly for y/n. belly stopped by everyday to check on her. jeremiah went with her one morning for a muffin run, and conrad went with her once to buy chocolate chip cookies to cheer up a very upset steven.

two new faces came into the bakery with belly and the fisher brothers. conrad and jeremiah immediately went to the small stand with different flavors of cupcakes. belly walked up to the counter, with the two newcomers trailing behind her.

"hey bells," y/n smiles, leaning against the cold counter.

"hi," she smiles back, "i just had to bring everyone here for the best muffins in the whole wide world."

belly gestures to the two friends behind her. the girl to her right has dirty blonde hair, with thick mascara covering her eyelashes.

"this is taylor," taylor waves.

the boy to her left has brown curly hair, with darker skin than belly's, and y/n can't help but smile when be does.

"and this is cam," belly pushes him forward a bit.

"it's cam cameron actually!" jeremiah interrupts from the other side of the small store.

y/n can't help bit giggle, "cam cameron?"

"yeah, cam or uh- cameron works just as well."

y/n sends him one last smile before turning back towards belly, "so i'm guessing you didn't just come in here to chat?"

belly shakes her head and gives y/n the muffin order, including steven's request who was busy with his summer job at the pool as a server.

y/n was quick to pack the 7 muffins in a box before handing them to belly. she walked over to conrad after paying, with taylor following behind. cam sent a wave to y/n, which she happily reciprocated, before watching them walk out of the store.

—

the next day at the bakery was quite boring for y/n. an older couple came in and ordered a cake, and a family of four ordered a dozen muffins. y/n was in the middle of cleaning and rewriting on one of the chalkboards on the wall when the bell above the door rang.

"oh hey cam cameron!" y/n turned to see the curly headed boy from yesterday.

he smiled at the name, not hating it when it came out of her mouth.

"what can i do for you?" she sets down the chalk and walks behind the counter. cam follows as he stands on the opposite side.

he gives her his order, which was one blueberry muffin for himself to enjoy. she slides the small bag across the counter, but cam doesn't want to leave the store just yet.

"seeing as you're not busy," cam chuckles as he looks around the store, "do you mind if i keep you company?"

y/n instantly shakes her head, "no, no not at all. i'd actually love that today. it's been so slow."

cam nods, "yeah i saw the boardwalk was pretty busy on the way over here."

the pair talked for over an hour, when to both of them it only felt like ten minutes. y/n couldn't keep her smile off her face when he was around.

cam pauses in the middle of his story when his phone buzzes from his pocket. "shoot," he sighs, "my mom wants me home for lunch."

cam grabs his bag before walking towards the door, "i'll see you!"

y/n smiles and waves, "bye cam cameron."

for the rest of her shift y/n couldn't stop thinking about cam. their conversation earlier ranged from their favorite foods, to cam's love for marine biology, and even to y/n's hidden talent of being a boss at karaoke (belly's words, not hers.)

—

a week had passed and cam stopped by the bakery every day. his order varied from muffins, to cupcakes, to cookies. cam accidentally admitted to the girl he visited her to keep her company. it absolutely warmed her heart and a giggle fell from her lips.

y/n practically skipped out of the bakery and towards her yellow bike. she knew she'd call belly as soon as she got home to tell her what happened with cam today.

the phone rang once, then twice, then belly answered.

"hi y/n! what's up?"

"i may need some girl advice bells."

"i'm sorry?" belly's instantly confused by y/n's words.

y/n groans, not knowing how to word her feelings, "can you just come over? it'll be easier to explain."

not even five minutes after hanging up, belly's knocking on the pale blue door of y/n's parent's beach house.

"cam cameron asked me on a date," y/n was quick to the point once the two girls got to her room.

belly squealed, before asking a million questions. y/n happily answered them all, knowing belly was truly excited for her.

y/n explained to belly that cam asked her right before she left to go home after her shift at the bakery. the sun was setting, and cam was worried he'd miss her if he didn't jog the second half of the route from his house towards the bakery. she found it cute as he seemed more nervous around her today than any other day last week.

cam took a deep breath before asking y/n if she wanted to go to the boardwalk with him. with a bright smile the girl agreed.

which leads to her predicament, of not knowing weather or not cam cameron meant it as a date or not.

"he asked you personally, so obviously it's a date y/n," belly was looking through y/n's closet as the ladder layed on her unmade bed.

"but what if he just sees it as two friends hanging out?" y/n rebuttals.

belly doesn't answer, but instead she comes out with a navy blue corset type of tank top, and grabs the pair of shorts she found in y/n's dresser moments ago.

she holds the articles of clothing together, "because how can he see you as a friend if he sees you in this!"

both girls fall into a fit of giggles before you eventually get ready. y/n still had thirty minutes or so until cam was picking her up, so belly insisted on helping with the rest of the look.

she kept her hair natural, from it already being styled for work earlier in the day. she threw all her jewelry back on, considering she can't wear any at work. y/n always wore two necklaces, five rings (three on her left hand, two on the right), and a handful of bracelets adorned both her wrists.

belly helped with her mascara and lip gloss.

with one last look in her mirror, y/n and belly both giggled as a knock echoed through the whole house.

cam cameron was never speechless, but when he saw y/n standing in front of him words weren't even a thought.

"hi cam," she giggles.

"hey- hey y/n, you look great."

belly not-so-subtley squeezes her way between y/n and the door, greeting cam before she ran back to her own house.

cam and y/n started walking towards the boardwalk. the sun was still in the phase of setting. hues of orange, yellow and pink filled the sky with a couple of clouds.

the walk to the boardwalk wasn't the shortest, but y/n loved the amount of time she's able to spend with cam. they didn't stop talking the whole way there.

cam observed the girl, and noticed the small wrinkles around y/n's eyes when she laughed. he saw her fiddle with the ring on her thumb when she listened to him talk. he loved how excited she got talking about all her favorite rides at the boardwalk.

y/n wasn't the observant type, but cam was the only exception. her heart sped up when his smile got bigger as he talked about marine biology. he loved everything about whales. she noticed during the week, when he got nervous he runs his hand through his hair. he does the same motion as the two finally walk into the buzzing atmosphere of the boardwalk.

"so, what do you want to do first?" cam politely asks.

y/n can't help but giggle again, before grabbing onto his hand, "i have an idea." she simply grabs cam's hand and pulls him towards one of the many games.

—

y/n never thought her favorite night of summer would be with a boy she just met this year.

her and cam played almost every game on the boardwalk. y/n won most of them, but when cam beat her at ring toss, he gave her the purple stuffed giraffe, which she didn't dare loosen her grip on it for the rest of the night.

after games, the two sat down on a bench to eat. y/n had a massive plate of chilli cheese fries while cam had funnel cake. y/n wasn't one to question his choice, as he explained he ate an early dinner before he picked her up.

after eating they went into the arcade for a little over an hour. they walked out and the sky was now dark, with a million stars reflecting off the ocean.

now y/n and cam were walking side by side at the other end of the boardwalk. they were near the railing, away from all the games and bright lights, making it more quiet.

"i had a lot of fun tonight cam," y/n's smile hasn't left her face all day, and doesn't falter when she thanks him.

"me too, i'm glad you were able to come."

for a few moments it was quiet between the two. their hands kept brushing into each other's. y/n could feel the warmth radiating off of his hand, she couldn't help but slowly interlock her pinky with his.

"do you mind if we sit?" y/n points to a bench maybe ten feet away, "all the walking is finally catching up to me."

of course cam says yes. they sit beside each other on the cold bench, with the purple giraffe sitting lopsided by y/n's feet.

"are you not cold?" cam asks, suddenly remembering y/n was outside in only a tank top and shorts.

y/n shakes her head, "no uh- not really. i like the cold."

cam tilts his head towards her, "you sure? cause i could easily go to the gift shop for you."

y/n giggles at how sweet cam is, "really, i'm okay cam."

"do you know what you're gonna name it?" cam gestures to the giraffe he won for her earlier in the evening.

y/n shrugs, "i haven't really thought about it yet," she picks up the giraffe and studies it, "what about muffin?"

cam lets out a chuckle, "it's perfect."

a cool ocean breeze blows through the boardwalk. once it reaches y/n and cam, the girl shivers and subconsciously moves closer to cam. his cheeks flush slightly at the contact of her thigh pressing against his, and her shoulder bumping against his own.

"you sure about you not being cold?" cam laughs.

"okay, maybe it's a little cold now," y/n laughs with him.

silently, cam holds his hand open. y/n takes it, and a warm electric feeling flows through her body. cam's hand was shockingly warm, which was a great contrast to y/n's cold skin.

—

sadly, the fun night cam had planned for the pair had to come to an end. their hands never left each other's grip as cam walked y/n back to her house. once again, the two talked the whole way back.

y/n sighed once they reached the cobblestone driveway of her house. cam walked her up the steps of her porch, now turning to the girl once they reached the door.

"thank you for today cam," y/n thanked him again.

"i'm glad you had a good time," cam smiled down at the girl.

y/n smiled before leaning up to kiss the boy's cheek. her lips lingered there for a moment. just as she was about to unlock the front door, cam's voice stopped her.

"you missed."

y/n's eyesbrows furrowed.

"you missed," cam repeated.

before y/n can respond, cam grabs her hand again to pull her in front of him. he smiles before pushing his lips softly against y/n's. the kiss lasts for a few seconds before the girl pulls away. her cheeks are pink and her cold skin is suddenly warm.

"i really like you y/n," cam's voice is quiet, afraid to break the moment the two just shared.

to respond, y/n leans up to kiss cam again. this time one of her hands goes to his cheek to make the kiss become deeper. cam smiles against her lips, as his hold on her waist never falters.

this was the first of many dates for cam and y/n, and she loved every single one of them.

#shelbi writes #keerysfreckles #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp #cam cameron #cam cameron tsitp #cam cameron the summer i turned pretty #cam cameron x reader #cam cameron x you #cam cameron x y/n #cam cameron x fem reader #cam cameron x fem!reader #cam cameron fic #cam cameron fanfic #cam cameron imagine #conrad fisher x reader #jeremiah fisher x reader

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darshy · 2 months

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(sun and moon ((and maybe our son)))

tw: miscarriage

2017

Suguru stares at his ceiling. The rolling sound of the hamster wheel fills the silence. Julius Caesar. What an active little thing.

His eyes find the cage. The hamster appears to be running for its life.

How simple life would be: to run in circles and think that you are escaping.

There are more and more curses appearing each day. Suguru is getting tired. Satoru just seems to be over the moon—maybe because you’re gone.

It’s a good thing, Suguru wants to believe, that your absence will be beneficial in the long run. But so far, the side effects are a lack of sleep and quite a bit of silence.

”Suguru! Look at this bug I found! Isn’t it cute?”

He turns to Satoru’s direction. Perhaps ‘silence’ isn’t the correct term. And well, there is no possible way that ‘peaceful’ is the word for it either.

”..It’s odd that it’s orange.”

Content.

”Don’t discriminate him..!”

No, that’s not right either.

Dissatisfaction.

“Leave.”

Suguru remembers it like it was yesterday.

“Huh, what?”

His heart racing and squeezing and thriving.

”Leave me the hell alone. Get away from here.”

Your lips twisting and thinning and cracking.

”I don’t..understand. Oh, is this some kind of joke—“

His eyes squinting. Your eyes flitting.

”I am going to kill you.”

He remembers your silhouette backing away quickly, near akin to the sun running from the moon.

”I will kill you.”

He remembers your tears dripping to the floor.

”Please.”

He remembers you.

And, really, it’s always been the moon scaring the sun away.

Suguru is such a liar. To himself. His family. Satoru. His hands itch as he types into his computer with vigor. His eyes dart and squint at street names and Facebook profiles.

He’s a liar because he wants to find you. Not seek you out, not even talk to you. He just wants to find you. Know you’re safe. Know that he’s not in reach of you.

A few clicks later and he’s finding your address and where you’re working at: Exotic Strip Club, Friendly Girls! He frowns at the name, his gut wrenching. He wants to puke but holds it down. Julius Caesar sprints from behind him—he can hear the squeaks of the wheel.

Suguru clicks on a picture of you. It’s your high school graduation photo. You had braces on then—bright blue and clunky—and fat Chucks that increased your height by one and a half inches. The photo is endearing.

His cursor slides to a newer photo of you. You’re dressed in baggy jeans and a thick sweater. Another’s hand is on your left shoulder, but the person is cut out of the photo, unidentifiable.

After that, there’s a picture of you standing in front of your new apartment, open for all to see. Suguru tastes the bile crawling up his throat in waves before he makes it to the bathroom.

In the quiet moments of his life, the man finds himself thinking about his baby. It would be a boy, most certainly, and it would look like you. He would want the baby to look like you because you’re you and Suguru is just Suguru. He’d want the child to be beautiful.

Maybe the boy would have black hair—he’d be born with a head full of it—and long legs. Tall for his age. He’d grow into a prodigy, have brains and a nice taste of humor. Suguru would want him to have your stupid humor and your dumb laugh and your teeth. Maybe the way your eyes crinkle when you smile and the way your nose flares. He wouldn’t be you at all, but he’d be comparable, the closest any being would ever be to you.

Suguru wouldn’t want the baby to be like him.

And he thinks about it in the shower while watching the blood from the day’s battles wash down the drain. He thinks about your face twisted into a look that doesn’t suit you. A rage in your eyes but also a heartbreak. Your hands hold your stomach. Not in tenderness, but in grief.

Suguru thinks about the baby the two of you would have had if not for him.

Again, he’s a liar. He just wanted to know where you were, not find you in person. That’s it. That’s all he wanted.

(But is it? Stalking your ex—is that what you want? Keep her tied to you, force her open, and take out all her insides? Take everything you want? Need?)

You're sitting in front of him. Oblivious. Reading out of a newspaper (despite your phone sitting right next to you) and sipping out of an oddly shaped mug. All of this is you. And Suguru thinks he wants it again.

You stand up, stretch, glance in his direction (his heart palpitates), before trekking out of the café. He follows, a wool hat over his head and a black coat tight around his shoulders in a quick attempt to hide himself. The whole plan was rushed; one moment he was feeding Caesar, the next he found himself catching your eyes in a coffee shop. And he doesn’t even like coffee.

Besides that, why are you on this side of town? Why are you in town? You shouldn’t be—you must know there’s a chance that your estranged husband lives here. That you used to live here. You moved away for a reason. Why come back? Why?

(For a moment—just for a fraction of a second—Suguru thinks that you came back to him with some kind of twisted news.

He thinks you want him.)

The questions are answered as you make your way to a familiar street but it’s not Suguru’s. Instead, it’s your best friend, who he assumed he already silenced and ended your connections to each other. Well, clearly not as he watches the two of you hug and kiss. Soon, you make your way off of the doorstep and into the house.

On Suguru’s way back home, he kills twenty curses, two of which bear the slightest resemblance of him and his struggles.

Gluttony and obsession.

The sun is gone and the moon controls the sky.

He wants you.

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mrs-monaghan · 11 months

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I just watch Bon Voyage 1. And it gave me clarity on something. Jikook started being sexually active around 2016. Or maybe even before that. Why would you give someone a footsie under the table if you’re not sexually active with each other?

Damn anon. You're just gonna bring this up, no heads up? Okay then.

How do I answer this without getting crucified for delving into their sex lives? 🤔

Whatever. I'm already cancelled.

Disclaimer: this is just what I deduced. Only Jikook know what really transpired.

So due to certain behaviour I am inclined to believe that yes, by 2016 they had gone all the way. Maybe late 2015 (thus my theory for why 8/11/15 is important) or early 2016. Because 2015 we have the 2 things that I linked above, then 2016 we have; like you just pointed out, the crotch footsie and also Osaka Vlive. Oh! And let's not forget Jimin eating a sausage, saying he's a big eater, laughing at reasons only known to him, while looking at the person who was behind the camera. Possibly the owner of the sausage Jimin likes to eat. Idk 🤷🏽‍♀️

2016 was full of sexual tension and innuendos and just... things. I think we can all safely agree by 2016 the going was going. 👉🏽👌🏽

That being said, I think before the going started going, other things were being done way before that. I don't need to clarify obvs. Kissing, heavy petting.... c'mon I'm already saying too much don’t make me say it. O__L. Okay, there i said it.

But the thing is, there are Jikookers who have this thing where they say Jimin waited till 2017 in Tokyo or some shit or they didn't do anything at all before they went all the way. Again, because Jimin was trying to be respectful. Or because being gay is illegal in SK. Or a bunch of other stuff that I'm honestly not sure why they would apply.

Jimin is absolutely the type to feel guilty if he thought he made JK do something he didn't want to do. That much i agree on. But, that would come after the fact. Alright? Teenage boys are the same everywhere. Everywhere. The wind blows in their face too hard they get hard at that age. And now you want me to put my faith in two horny teenage boys, living under the same roof and are attracted to eo??? Nah fam.

I'm not doing that. Regret usually comes later, after the deed has already been done 😂😂

And if the accident was too good it happens again and again and again until you start planning for it and looking forward to it. Maybe by saying you'll be staying late practising the new choreo at the studio? 😌 who knows?

Moving on, we know for sure they had already shagged in 2016 because that is when the push and pull started to happen. This is the example I like to give. When you sleep with your teacher, or with your boss. Right? (By teacher I mean college, please and thank you) Do you know what happens when you fuck your superior? A little respect kind of goes out the window. Suddenly you don't care if you're late for work. You decide not to do your homework just because. Your behaviour changes because you know you can get away with shit now.

And this is exactly what happened with Jikook. Jinmin were reacting to that show JK went on and Jimin was lamenting how JK doesn't listen to him. He complained during the live... and he complained on twitter

He complained some more

And complained again

He was a dog with a bone, couldn't stop complaining

And that wasn't the only time. Eat Jin. That one live where Jikook were misbehaving with those lollypops. Jimin again complains that JK has changed. He doesn't listen to him anymore.

He was smiling... but mans was finding JK's behaviour baffling. He couldn't understand why JK had changed.

Jimin, you let that boy wreck you, he has seen how you look like pliant and at his mercy, begging for the Jungkonda. You did this to yourself. Like a friend said to me, Jimin had made his bed, and he now needed to learn how to lay in it and be comfortable. You chose to give that boy the jibooty, he ain't listening to u 😂

(Sidebar: JK replied "I take it from you" given the topic at hand you can't blame my mind for where it went 😂😂😂😂)

Anyway, it's okay, they worked it out and are now living happily ever after. 😁😁💛💜

So yes anon. By 2016 Jikook were Jikooking. Hard. Pun intended 😏

Bonus.

JK had no emotions....In anything.... Hmm 🤔

Does that sound to anyone else like JK was hitting and quitting or is it just me? Just me? Okay, I'll show myself out. My apologies.

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nevernotswagging · 1 year

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'You may Have Had Him Once But I Got Him All The Time'

Movie: IT 2017 - Character: Henry Bowers

Song: He's Mine - Mokenstef

Length: Short

You rolled your eyes at another comment made by Patrick, of course he couldn't keep his mouth shut, especially when it came to the girls that he had been with.

The gang had come around to have some drinks at Henry's and you were no exception so you were forced to listen as Patrick spoke in full detail about the girl that he had been with the previous night. The three other boys were all cheering him on and encouraging his words.

"You should have seen how quick she took her clothes off, I didn't even have to ask. I'm surprised you only fucked her once, Henry." Patrick chuckled and just like that the room went silent.

Henry cursed at Patrick while Belch glanced over at you to see your reaction. "No, keep going. Don't let me ruin your fun." You replied sarcastically.

Patrick shrugged his shoulders and continued on speaking. "I could hook the two of you up if you'd like, she was telling me all about how-" Henry had suddenly gripped the front of Patrick's shirt and pulled him close.

"Can't you read the fucking room?" Henry spat angrily. You rose an eyebrow at Henry's outbreak of aggression and took a sip of the beer you had in hand.

You hid the smirk behind your hand before standing up and putting your bottle down. "I'll let you boys finish your gossip." You walked off towards Henry's room where you made yourself home on his bed.

He had a stash of magazines on his bed that were mainly filled with pictures of cars and manly things as he likes to claim. Henry had made it his mission to give away his lewd magazines once the two of you started dating.

Henry entered his room not long after you had made yourself comfortable on his bed. "Patrick's stupid." Henry said once he saw you flipping through pages of the magazine. "Don't worry about what he says, he thinks he's funny." He continued when you didn't say anything. "Y/n-"

"Oh, I'm not worried. You and I both know-" You got off his bed, throwing the magazine to the side and approached Henry. You wrapped your arms around his waist as you finished what you were saying. "-who you belong to." You placed your lips on his as you finished your sentence, securing your words even more.

The boys would never know about how Henry would act behind close doors when he was safe with you and you were happy to keep it that way, it being yours and Henry's dirty secret.

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xuqijie · 1 year

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# chapter 27 — dick heart <3

you were attempting to purchase cheese rings from the vending machine when you felt someone towering over your bent self.

“unnie.”

oh. your heart skipped a beat. whipping your head around, kang haerin stood behind you, eyes glimmering as she sent you a smile filled with uncertainty.

“hi haerin, what’s up?” behind your nonchalant façade, your heart was racing a mile and you could basically feel your cheeks heating up every second haerin’s eyes lingered on you.

haerin gulped. “do you want to spend lunch with us?” you widened your eyes in shock. kang haerin? asking you to lunch? with her friends?

“oh,” your voice almost cracked, “yeah. sure. uhm, who are the ‘us’ in question?” you silently prayed for it not to be inclusive of yeonjun. the boy had brought up some horrible memories from 2017 that you’d rather not revisit and you wouldn’t exactly like it if he mentioned 2017 you in front of haerin.

“i think mostly the girls and maybe beomgyu. i’m not sure if yeonjun’s gonna join,” haerin said carefully, observing your reaction when she mentioned yeonjun’s name. her smile fell when you brightened up, not knowing you were actually focusing on the possibility of yeonjun being absent.

you retrieved your cheese rings from the vending machine and glanced at haerin, butterflies in your stomach fluttering when she sent you a small grin.

“can my friends join too?” you asked awkwardly, not wanting to ditch your friends for haerin.

after contemplating, haerin finally nodded. if she wanted to become close to you, she should befriend your friends too.

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ashestoroses018 · 8 days

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Things Can Only Get Better (Part One)

Originally posted in 2017. 18+

It is late October, 1985, when your car breaks down near your old friend's house on a freezing, rainy night. What you thought would be an uneventful and awkward night with someone you've barely spoken to in over four years has, quite literally, turned your life Upside Down.

Steve Harrington/reader, one-sided Dustin/reader

It's with a heavy heart that you walk up to the front door of your ex-friend's house. The thing is, it's raining quite heavily outside, and you're not fond of the idea of walking around at night in Hawkins, with all the weird shit that's happened the last few years; much less walking alone at night when it's raining heavily.

Knock, knock. You wait. It's likely his parents aren't home, but you're certain Steve, himself, is, because you've heard that he hasn't gone out partying as much recently, especially since Nancy Wheeler dumped him. After a moment with no response, you ring the doorbell, hoping you aren't waking him up, considering it's after 9.

“Come on, Steve,” you grumble under your breath, already starting to freeze half to death in the late October weather.

“Coming!” You hear him shout from inside. Oh, thank God. After a moment, he opens the door.

Your eyes meet his sheepishly, and a look of unmasked shock crosses his face. “Hey, Steve. Been a while, huh?”

He just nods; after a moment, it seems like he realizes that you're dripping wet. “Oh shit. Come on in. Let me get you a towel. What the hell happened?”

You follow him to the bathroom, explaining all the while that your car broke down a few blocks back, and his house was the closest of anyone you know.

“Shit. It's freezing out there. You're ice cold.”

“Thanks, Steve. You didn't have to do this. It's been forever since we were friends.”

He sighs as he helps you dry your hair, while you focus on warming yourself up with the other towel. “I'm sorry about that, you know. I've missed you the last few years.”

You glance up and accidentally meet his eyes, suddenly realizing just how close your faces are. Heat rises unbidden to your face. “I've missed you, too. What the hell happened to us, Harrington?”

Subconsciously, you pull away from him by a few inches, as he stops drying your hair to respond. “A lot of stuff, I guess. Once high school started, we sort of just...went our separate ways?”

You nod in agreement. “Yeah, you got caught up with those assholes and became King Steve, while I stuck around with my nerdy friends.”

Steve coughs and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “My friends were idiots. I feel like a dumbass for even having hung out with them.”

“Shit happens, Steve. Can I use your shower?”

“Uh, yeah, sure. I can grab you some dry clothes, too.”

“That'd be awesome. Thank you.”

He tosses you a nod and half-wave as he walks out of the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, so you can undress in privacy. What a turn of events, indeed. Aside from a few awkward hellos and short conversations during shitty parties, you and Steve haven't talked since, what, '81?

As you wash your hair, you think over the last couple of years. Since Steve and Nancy had dated, you'd noticed a change in the boy, as had everyone else. It knocked him out of the “top tier” of high school popularity; but if you're being honest, for you, it feels like your old best friend is coming back. Maybe there's hope for your friendship, yet.

A few minutes later, Steve shouts through the door that he's putting clothes onto the toilet and not looking. You just laugh and thank him, imagining that awkward look from earlier painted across his face once again.

It's when you're half-dressed in Steve's spare pajamas (why'd he give you pajamas? Was he assuming that you'd just stay the night, like you used to do in elementary school?) that are about four sizes too big for you, that there's a frenzied rush of knocks and doorbell rings on the front door.

“Steve! Open up! It's Dustin. We have an emergency, and we weren't sure where else to go but here. Please hurry!” You're not a hundred percent sure who Dustin is, but it doesn't seem like Steve is going to answer the door, so you wrap a towel around your hair and run back to the front door.

When you swing it open, you're greeted by the surprised gazes of six fucking kids. “Who the hell are you?” asks a kid who sounds like the 'Dustin' from before.

“I'm F/N L/N. You could say I'm an old friend of Steve's. You guys okay?” It isn't hard to figure out that the kids are absolutely terrified.

“Just let us in.” A black-haired kid interjects, and you just nod. “Where's Steve?”

“He's around here somewhere. Go sit in the living room, or some—holy shit, are you okay?!” A red-haired girl is nursing a huge cut on her arm. “Oh shit, don't go to the living room. Mrs. Harrington will have a conniption, if blood gets on her carpet.” At least she will, if she's the same as I remember, you think idly. “Kitchen. Come on.”

The six younger teens follow you to the kitchen. As the redhead sits down, mentioning offhand that her name is Max, Steve happens to walk into the kitchen.

“What the hell are you guys doing here? Shit, Max, are you okay?”

“Does it look like I'm okay, numbnuts? I'm gushing blood right now, and you were the only place we could go. Hop would lock El back up for another year, if he found out.”

A chorus of agreements sound from the boys, while the other girl just nods silently. She must be El.

“How the hell did you do this to yourself, Max?” you ask her quietly, as you press a clean dish towel onto her wound.

She exchanges a meaningful look with her friends. “We can't tell you.”

“Look, dude, I'm not going to tell anybody. I don't really give a shit; it's just that I need to know how deep the cut goes and what type of cleaning I should do. Steve,” you address the slightly older teen, turning to face him. “I need you to get the purest alcohol you have, okay?”

He nods, while Max just stays quiet.

“Seriously, Max. You don't want me poking this thing to see how deep it is. Did you get stabbed or something?”

She shakes her head. After a moment, the other girl speaks up. “Demogorgon.”

You blink. “The demon prince? You hurt yourself playing DnD?”

“Oh my God, you play DnD? Steve finally picked a cool girl to date,” the curly-haired boy – Dustin – says, excitedly.

“Not dating,” Steve says with a tone of finality. “Here's the strongest shit my mom has.”

“Do you have a needle and some dental floss? I'm going to have to stitch her up. Max, you should really be in the hospital. This shit is bad.”

The girl gives you a look that brooks no argument. “That's out of the question. My stepdad would kill me.”

With a sigh, you nod. “Steve. Needle and floss. Quickly. The bleeding isn't slowing, and if this shithead isn't going to go to the hospital, we need to stitch her up.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Are you seriously going to stitch her up?” the African American boy asks suddenly.

“Yeah.”

“Be...be careful.”

“Boyfriend?” you ask Max in a slightly teasing tone. She just nods, with a slight blush. Cute. “Okay, Max. This is going to sting like a fucking bitch, but I don't have anything better. Steve's family isn't the best about keeping first aid kits.”

“Wait, I just found one under the sink,” says the only kid you actually recognize – the Byers kid. Will.

“Thanks, Will. Can you hand it here? Let me see if there's any alcohol wipes in here. Uses a different kind of alcohol, but it has basically the same effect. Max, hold the towel on your arm, okay?”

Not waiting for her to answer, you begin rummaging through the first aid kit. You find some gauze wrap, which will help a lot, as well as some antibiotic ointment. After a further few moments of searching, you find a singular alcohol wipe. That's not going to be enough for her giant cut – that thing spans nearly her entire forearm.

“Looks like we're using the vodka after all, Max. Sorry. Like I said, this is going to burn like a bitch.” You grab some cotton balls out of the first aid kid, before dousing three of them at once. “Breathe in, okay?”

She nods, as you begin gently cleaning the wound from the outer edges, inwards. As you take a closer look at it, with the blood being cleared off, you realize it looks like some sort of bite wound, rather than a slice or anything like that. You look up and make eye contact with Dustin, and he averts his eyes. Looks like the kid knows what you realized.

“What the fuck kind of animal in Indiana bites like this?” you ask under your breath.

Again, the quiet girl speaks up. “It's not an animal. It's a demogorgon.”

“El,” hisses the kid you suddenly realize is Nancy's younger brother, Mike. “why are you telling her? We don't even know her. Party rules, remember?”

“Well, Mike...She's kinda involved now, isn't she?” asks Max's boyfriend.

Dustin and Will nod in agreement. “Majority rules,” El says simply, right as Steve walks back into the room.

“We telling F/N about our double life then?” he asks, almost jokingly, but, even after all this time, you know him well enough to realize he's dead serious underneath the sarcastic facade.

Mike sighs. “I guess. Who wants to explain this shit?”

“I'll do it. She's my friend, so it makes sense that I tell her, right?”

“What the hell is going on, Steve?” you ask, before realizing he brought the needle and dental floss. “Disinfect the needle. Boiling water, ten minutes.”

“How do you know all this shit?” he asks, complying.

“Don't worry about it. Why don't you start telling me about your secrets first, hm?”

“Okay, but you need to trust us. This is completely, a hundred percent true, no matter how crazy and unbelievable it sounds. We could literally be killed for telling you. We all signed documents and shit saying we wouldn't spill.”

You blink in surprise. You've never heard Steve so serious before. “Alright. I'll do my best to believe you.”

He takes a deep breath, turning to you after he starts heating a small pot of water on the stove. You briefly meet his eyes, before returning to disinfecting Max's injury. You've gone through at least 20 cotton balls by now. You're going to run out soon, at the rate this is going. Glancing up at Max, you give her a warning look, which she seems to understand, before you pour some vodka directly onto the skin surrounding the bite. She hisses in pain, which makes you wince, but she says nothing, instead choosing to clench her teeth.

While you finish up disinfecting her and Steve puts the needle into the now-boiling water, Steve explains what has allegedly happened over the last two years here in Hawkins, and that it's been a year since the last time anything happened – but it seems like that quiet is going, now that Max just got bitten by one of the sons of bitches; it sounds like she was lucky to survive and only did so because of Eleven – which is apparently El's full name.

“Needle's done,” Steve says, after a moment of silence.

“Okay. Wash your hands, then dry it with a piece of gauze. Then bring it to me. Max, you should probably take a shot of vodka. The pain's going to be way too much otherwise.”

“Are...are you sure? I'm only fourteen.”

“Do you want to be screaming like a little bitch?”

“No, not really.”

“Okay, then. You're gonna take a shot. It's gonna taste like shit, but it's gonna be nothing compared to the pain of getting amateur stitches with no anesthetic.”

She nods, understanding. Steve brings over the needle and a shot glass. You thank him with a smile. At the moment, you can't even fully comprehend the story you were just told – and you're a little shaky about the fact that you're about to stitch a kid back together, quite literally.

Even with the liquor in her system – and it definitely is, judging by her red face – Max is squeezing her eyes shut, with tears coming out of her eyes. Steve whispers to the boyfriend, Lucas, that he should go hold her hand, which he does after a moment. Max thanks him with a look of gratitude; it's obvious she doesn't quite trust her voice, at the moment, as her teeth are still clenched.

Ten minutes later, she's fully stitched. “Okay, Max. Almost done. We're just gonna put some antibiotic on it, then wrap your arm, okay? If you don't want your parents finding out, I suggest wearing long sleeves for the next couple weeks. We're going to need to change your gauze every few days, though. And I need to check on the stitches every few days, to make sure you aren't getting infected. Where do you live? Or do you just want to meet somewhere?”

Steve stares at you in a mix of shock and awe. “Seriously, where the hell did you learn this shit, F/N?”

“It doesn't matter, Steve. I'm trying to help her and make sure she doesn't get an infection, despite being an idiot.”

“Fair enough. You guys staying here tonight?”

After a moment, the kids nod. Steve sets them up in the living room to sleep, with the understanding that they'd explain exactly what the hell happened tonight in the morning; after all, it's after midnight, and the kids are obviously exhausted.

After they're set up, Steve comes up to you. “That was fucking amazing, F/N. Seriously, where'd you learn to do all that?”

“Look, Steve. I...don't want to talk about it right now. Let's just say it has to do with some serious emotional baggage, okay?” You give him a strained smile, as you clean up the massive mess in the kitchen. He moves to help you.

“Alright. Just...tell me when you're ready, okay? I think it's awesome that you were able to help them. I wouldn't have had any idea what to do.”

“They obviously trust you a lot, Steve,” you say, leaning against the counter and facing him with crossed arms, while he picks up some of the garbage you missed.

He awkwardly rubs the back of his neck before meeting your eyes. “I'm a damn good babysitter.”

You can't help but giggle at the look on his face. “I have no idea what the fuck I just got into, but I missed you, Harrington.”

“I missed you, too, L/N. Thanks. Seriously.”

After you've cleaned the kitchen, you look over at Steve. “Where should I sleep?”

You don't want to tell him that you're a little bit freaked out after their unbelievable tale, and that you don't want to sleep alone. Luckily – or perhaps, unluckily – he notices almost immediately that you're nervous. He comes close to you, so you can hear him whisper without the risk of the kids overhearing.

“You can sleep in my room if you need to, F/N. You look terrified.”

You try to break the tension with a little joke. “You won't try anything, Harrington?”

“Never. You need to be protected, right now. Not taken advantage of.”

It's at that exact moment you realize Steve Harrington has become someone worthy of every ounce of trust and care you could afford him – a dangerous feeling, indeed.

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yevasxvoid · 8 months

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Clouds Hidden Beneath The Sun - [Yuta Okkotsu x Reader]

Chapter 1: In that common summer season, I fell in love like it was magic

August 2017

“If you don’t take me seriously,” Y/n leered, “I’ll just kill you.”

Blood dripped down Okkotsu’s arm and soaked his white jacket while light bruises littered Y/n’s body. She was livid—this boy had the audacity to go easy on her during their first encounter. It didn’t matter whether or not this was only a Goodwill Event, she wanted to experience his full potential. She wanted to feel the other special grade’s wrath. Gojo-sensei’s judgments are never wrong, having him speak about your potential was no small feat—there had to be more to this timid boy than what he showed. Y/n no longer cared about the rules of this event, she would force Okkotsu Yuta to show his hand.

“You don’t understand how dangerous Rika is,” he repeated.

Y/n could sense that the curse was itching to join the fight, after the way she thrashed Yuta around.

“You don’t understand how much I couldn’t care less, so be it.” She stood up straight, “Domain Expansion…”

Okkotsu’s eyes widened as he understood just how serious she was.

“Hys-”

“Fine, you’ll get your way” Okkotsu sighed, “But I apologize in advance.”

Y/n only smiled.

“Rika,” he said with a grim expression.

Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as she narrowly dodged the curse’s massive claws—the inhumane shriek was enough of a warning for Y/n to go on the offensive. Her eyes widened as she sensed Okkotsu appear behind her and send a kick to her stomach, sending her flying into the nearest construct. Rika was already rushing towards her by the time Y/n stood up, blood trickling down her forehead and onto her jacket. Y/n just barely dodged the attack this time, her claws grazing Y/n’s throat and ripping up her jacket. Their attacks were coordinated and lethal, Y/n had to concentrate closely to keep up with both of them. She panted heavily as she watched Okkotsu and Rika stand a few meters away, watching her.

Y/n’s breath was erratic, sweat and blood trickling onto her jacket as her body ached and burned—She was excited! Okkotsu maintained his offensive stance as Y/n threw her jacket aside and pulled out her daggers.

“Cursed Technique: Distortion.” Y/n said.

Okkotsu’s eyes widened as he saw multiple Y/n’s appear and disappear. He blinked and when he opened his eyes, Y/n appeared and landed multiple hits on his body then countered Rika’s attack, landing multiple hits on her. Okkotsu gritted his teeth, he could barely see his surroundings or hear Y/n’s movements but he could hear Rika’s loud shrieks of rage and pain. He took a deep breath, giving up on seeing and focused on feeling their cursed energy. Y/n knew Okkotsu would find a way to counter her distortion, but focused her attention on Rika—Y/n was unable to land a hit on her normally so relied on harshly countering her attacks. Y/n’s body was completely numb, the only thing she felt was the way her heart pounded in her chest and blood thrummed in her veins.

She felt something swell inside her as Okkotsu spoke and called back Rika, “Cursed Technique: Mimicry.”

“Cursed Technique: Passion” Y/n couldn’t stop the giggle that escaped her lips, the sound was amplified in her ears almost as loud as her heart beat.

“That’s the attitude,” she said enthusiastically as all her wounds healed instantly, “give me your all, Okkotsu Yuta!”

The next few events were a blur for them both because they lost consciousness.

—

Okkotsu opened his eyes to see the orange hues of the evening sky outside through the window of his hospital room. All his senses had returned and he turned his head to the other side to see Gojo Satoru leaning against a wall, his head hanging low—he remembered the Goodwill event.

“Oh my god is she dead!?” Okkotsu panicked and sat up, wincing slightly. His arms, knee and ankle were wrapped tightly in bandages.

“Yes,” Gojo said grimly.

Okkotsu’s heart dropped to his feet and his eyes glossed over.

“Just kidding,” Gojo laughed.

Utahime entered their hospital room, scowling at Gojo, “Y/n is perfectly fine, her body just needs more time to recover.”

“Oh, and we won the goodwill event,”Gojo added after wiping away his tears.

“Really?…we both passed out though,” Okkotsu said sheepishly, “I felt like she was still attacking when I lost consciousness…is she always so aggressive?”

“No, she’s usually very reserved actually.” Utahime smiled.

“We won because Y/n violated a few rules by threatening your life and all, nothing severe enough for punishment unless you have a problem with it.” Gojo smirked.

“Do you?” Utahime asked.

“No…not at all,” Yuta trailed off, ‘I actually thought she was going to kill me.’

“Her cursed energy is almost endless and she held her own against me and Rika without even using her domain expansion. Her power is insane. Her physical capabilities are almost as good as Maki’s…Is she really the same age and grade as me?” Okkotsu reflected, “She’s not even at her full potential yet and that’s…the power of a special grade.”

His face turned a light shade of pink as he recalled the events.

“It’s scary, really.” Utahime said before leaving.

“You’re not at your full potential either,” Gojo walked towards the exit, “..I’m gonna go check on Y/n.”

Okkotsu could hear Gojo’s unsaid words, ‘So you better keep training rigorously.’ He planned to take them to heart, so he could proudly say he’s on the same level as someone as skilled as Y/n.

Okkotsu reached for his phone and saw a few messages.

Jujutsu High School First Years

Panda: Okkotsu won us the Goodwill Event! 🎉

Maki: I heard Y/n wiped the floor with him.

Inumaki: Same.

Yuuta: Guys 😅 she was really scary….

Inumaki: Isn’t Maki scary?

Inumaki: Isn’t Rika scary?! 💀

Panda: You see scary women everyday, there is no excuse…

Maki: 😐

In truth, Okkotsu hadn’t intended on using Rika at all. He was comfortable with using them against curses but not other sorcerers, much less fellow students. Y/n knew how to press his buttons and force his hand. Rather than swiftly defeating him, she chose to drag out the fight and let the humility set in. When that didn’t work she became frustrated and simply threatened his life with a domain expansion. It wasn’t Y/n’s aggression that made him comply, but her confidence that convinced him she could handle Rika too. He decided to go on the offensive in order to satiate her curiosity but that only seemed to feed it. Although it was most likely unintentional, Okkotsu hated the noises Rika made as Y/n began to overpower her—and it was what pushed him to use his cursed technique. Y/n went absolutely feral and forced Okkotsu to keep up, pushing the limits he had set for himself until he had passed out with no clear recollection of the fight’s conclusion. He couldn’t stop his mind from repeating the sound of her voice as she activated her second cursed technique; passion. Her vehement expressions were burned into his mind, whether he liked it or not—Okkotsu couldn’t decide.

—

Mrs. Fujino’s lips were in a thin line as she stared down at her 3 month old baby. The father was away on a mission while she was forced to take maternity leave. It was suffocating and lonely to bear a child to a man you have no affection for. It was the middle of the night, past 3am when the baby continued to cry.

“What do you want from me, affection?” she sneered.

She fed it. She kept it clean. She walked around with it for hours. The woman was going insane trying to consider what else the baby could possibly need. She was exhausted, her eyebags prominent, cheeks sunken and puke stained her clothes. Her eyes closed and hands gripped the pillow tightly and pressed it onto the source of noise. Her breath of relief was caught in her throat as she was harshly shoved to the ground.

“ARE YOU MAD!?” Mr. Fujino had come home early.

“I’M TIRED!!” the woman stayed on the floor, hands tugging at the hair on her scalp, “OF YOU AND THAT STUPID FUCKING-”

Mr. Fujino’s body moved on its own when he backhanded her. The woman froze in place and didn’t even look back at him. He opened his mouth to apologize but his expression hardened when the baby began to cry again.

He reached into the crib and took the child into his arms, “Neither of us wanted this arrangement but we had established a mutual respect. It won’t be so anymore if I see you put a hand on my child again. I won’t let my months of suffering with you go to waste.”

The woman began to sob as he left the room with the baby.

Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed as she woke up from a nightmare, her throat dry and the smell of hospital and flowers filled her nose. She opened her eyes to see the cloudy night sky, almost void of stars. Gojo Satoru sat in a chair facing the hospital bed with his usual smirk on his face, Y/n blinked at him for a few moments—she stiffened as she remembered the events.

“What’s my damage?”

“No streak for Kyoto!” he cheered, “You lost the Goodwill event”

“That’s all?” Y/n asked.

“On Tokyo’s behalf, yes.” Gojo mused, “Though, I have no idea what Yoshinobu has in store for you.”

“During the fight, I was able to use Passion...and I realized that I need more practice with simultaneously using my cursed techniques.” Y/n stated, “I might want to see him again in the future so I hope I didn’t terrify him.”

“Ah, teen romance,” Gojo jested, “I remember my first love.”

Y/n stared blankly at him, opting to leave her poisonous words unsaid.

“On a serious note, it’s nothing he can’t recover from” Gojo continued, ”I believe you’ll make a lot of progress after fighting Okkotsu but remember to take it easy first. I’m late to a meeting, see ya!”

Y/n picked up her phone and saw multiple messages.

2017 Goodwill event

Momo: We lost the goodwill event 😒Okkotsu could barely keep up with Y/n

Aoi: If Y/n wanted to win, she would have

Aoi: Boring people like you wouldn’t understand

Noritoshi: We should respect Y/n’s decision no matter what the outcome was.

Aoi: You have a crush on her. We get it, Kamo.

Momo: The principal is gonna be fuming

Noritoshi: I don’t think he’ll do anything excessive

Y/n: *one attachment*

Y/n: I’m awake

Momo: 😗 you’re always so pretty

Y/n: I was aware of what the consequences would be when I got carried away in the fight

Y/n: I have no regrets so don’t worry about what happens to me

Y/n: I am looking forward to being discharged 😚 hospital food isn’t very good

Y/n swallowed hard as she opened her mother’s message, it was a 10 minute long voice note. A chill ran down her spine as she played it. There was some static in the background, she was traveling somewhere.

‘Are you stupid or just insane?’ She began until my father’s voice cut her off.

‘Ignore your mother, she’s just very tired. We heard about what happened at the Goodwill event. That behavior was very-’ He was cut off by her this time.

‘Irresponsible and foolish!! I thought we raised you better than this’ she spat.

‘Anyways, I heard you threatened to use your domain expansion. You do realize the amount of trouble you would have caused us if you successfully initiated it, don’t you? I understand that boy is also a special grade but that doesn’t justify your recklessness. In fact, that person was only introduced to the Jujutsu world a few months ago. Unlike you, he was a normie for the majority of his life. You rarely make these types of bad decisions so principal Yoshinobu won’t give you a judgment too harsh, but it is out of our hands.’ My father spoke in a condescending but neutral tone.

He never raised his voice or showed anger towards his family. He was quite straightforward with us because he was confident he knew what was best, ignoring our feelings in the process. Y/n knew her father had a hard time expressing his feelings. It’s ironic that his marriage was arranged with a woman who could barely contain hers. The rest of the voicenote was her mother being angry, Y/n was unsure if this anger ever came from a place of concern for her daughter. The woman never hesitated to say the most hurtful things to anybody because she was one of the strongest Jujutsu Sorcerers in the world. Who could humble her, really?

‘Even if he is a special grade, behaving like that over a boy is embarrassing. Are you desperate for attention? Did we not give you enough? You’re disappointing me.’ Y/n felt her excitement rapidly drain from her body to be replaced with a disgusting feeling—shame. She knew she was better off not taking her mother’s words to heart and held back her tears, she was good at it.

Both of Y/n’s parents were grade one sorcerers—borderline special grade and happened to be decent acquaintances. Which is why they were arranged to be married and give birth to a child who could be a special grade. Everyone’s expectations for Y/n were always high and she was capable of fulfilling them. However, nobody gets praised for doing something that’s expected of them. Her parents made that clear.

At the end of the voicenote her father took the phone from her mother and sighed, ‘Don’t take her words to heart, you know how she just speaks nonsense sometimes. Our mission is almost over so we’ll be home in a few days. Goodbye Y/n.’

Y/n looked down at her lap as a few heavy tears left her eyes, “shit.”

—

The Sister-Exchange event was called to an abrupt end due to the amount of damage done to the area and Y/n was being discharged from the hospital today. Her friends were waiting for her return but she had one more thing to do.

“Okkotsu Yuta.” she called out.

She was hesitant about this encounter and approached him with a cold expression. The familiar voice instantly caught his attention—although, there was no longer that terrifying edge to it that activated his fight or flight.

“Y/n Fujino…I’m glad that you recovered well,” he said awkwardly.

His timid nature brought a smirk to her lips, “Are you scared of me?”

“Kind of,” he said honestly.

“As a fellow special-grade first year, I was only curious to see where your current power ceiling was,” she said, “I mean, you were only a normie a few months ago. It was foolish for me to make you show your hand when I have more experience with sorcery than you…experience means more than classification, so I apologize if you felt threatened by a few of my parlor tricks.”

The aggressive edge to her voice was replaced with a passive poison, Okkotsu recognized when he was being patronized. In fact, he disliked this passive aggressiveness more than Maki’s straightforward attitude.

‘This girl…really knows how to get on my nerves.’

“Is that your version of an apology?”

“Were you expecting one?”

“No, but I expected accountability. I don’t think a domain expansion would be classified as a ‘parlor trick’.”

“Okay, I’ll admit my last comment was unnecessary.” Y/n paused, “...my words weren’t meant to be that offensive. What I meant is that you have a lot of potential as a Jujutsu Sorcerer and seeing a glimpse of your power made me expect more. What I did was irresponsible and in the moment I used your classification to excuse my actions.”

“Oh, thank you…” he felt his face turn red, “I don’t think you owe me an apology or anything. I’ve heard alot of things about you and none of them mentioned being unhinged so for a moment I wondered if you had something personal against me. Fighting you made me realize all the things I have to continue working on so I can accomplish my goals, so there’s really no hard feelings.”

Y/n laughed and felt herself become flustered too, “I don’t hate you or anything, I assure you….where are you headed? I’m assuming you’re unfamiliar with Kyoto.”

‘Okay, maybe she’s not too bad.’ Okkotsu thought, ‘Alot of Jujutsu Sorcerers are bad at expressing themselves so I probably shouldn’t take it too personally…’

“I’m headed to Kyoto station. You don’t have to accompany me if you’re busy.”

“I’m headed in that direction too, so it’s not a bother” she began to walk.

Y/n’s parents were opportunists, like any other respected Jujutsu Family; they taught her how to properly reconcile. Okkotsu didn’t seem like the type of person to hold grudges so this was unnecessary, Y/n knew that but she did want to know more about him—let’s call it—networking. That is what this was.

The sky was clear and the sun shined brightly. The cool breeze blew softly on this warm summer day. The street was busy and the sidewalks were mostly empty until they reached the main road. The silence weighed heavily on Okkotsu as they walked together on the sidewalk. Since making friends at Jujutsu High, Okkotsu was convinced his social skills had improved but in this situation, it felt like all his progress was evaporating into thin air.

Y/n’s attitude was relaxed, perhaps borderline uninterested as they walked together but she was just as aware of the awkwardness. It was intentional because she didn’t want to carry the conversation. If Yuta wanted to speak, she resolved that he would.

“Why did you become a Jujutsu Sorcerer?” Okkotsu spoke up.

“Both my parents are exceptional grade 1 sorcerers, so I was put on the jujutsu path from the day I was born. Everyone would have been quite disappointed in me if I let my talents go to waste and besides, I couldn’t imagine living as a normie…completely unaware of the danger right in front of them. It’s scary to imagine.”

“What if you get tired of sorcery?” He asked.

“Humans will always get tired of routine whether it’s working an office job or exorcizing curses. I mean, most sorcerers don’t put their lives on the line to save other people because they’re passionate about it. Most people do it for money, status or simply because they’re good at it. I know that there’s a lot of corruption in the Jujutsu world and I don’t consider myself a reformer or anything….but there must be a reason why I have the power that I do. A lot of sorcerers already have morally righteous goals but not me… I’ll discover it eventually. Why are you a sorcerer?”

“I appreciate your honesty, I can tell you thought alot about it.” He paused, “In simple terms, I want to unravel a curse.”

Y/n laughed, “Don’t put it in simple terms after I gave you a monologue. I didn’t ask you to be nice, I’m genuinely curious.”

Okkotsu explained everything to her from how he became cursed to how he became a sorcerer with the goal of unraveling the curse.

“I’m sorry for your loss, you both must have loved each other very much…” her face burned, “I attacked her during the event…I feel like a bitch.”

“I mean, Rika did wipe out your comrades almost immediately in the first event. Like you said earlier, it wasn’t anything personal.”

“You’re right,” Y/n said. If only her parents loved each other as much as those two did. “When I was first introduced to the Jujutsu world the snobby major clan kids would call me a ‘government baby’ so I beat them up alot.” Y/n smirked, “That’s how I became friends with Maki and Noritoshi. Although, I haven't talked to Maki as much since we started highschool. My point is, to tell her I hope she’s doing well.”

“Isn’t Kamo Noritoshi also a snobby heir?” he asked.

“Noritoshi is my boyfriend.” she laughed as Yuta became embarrassed, “Most of the kids from renowned sorcerer families are obnoxious but some are better when you get to know them.”

‘They’re on a first name basis and everything…’ Okkotsu nodded, “Sorry.”

Before they knew it, they both arrived in front of the train station, “It was nice meeting you Y/n, wanna exchange numbers?”

Y/n took her phone out of her pocket and unlocked it, handing it to Yuta.

“I look forward to seeing you again.” Y/n said, more earnest than intended when he handed back her phone.

‘I threaten to kill him and then befriend him….how am I gonna explain this to Noritoshi or anyone? I’m late to my own party because I had to take a walk with another boy? Oh god.’ she thought as she began to walk, ‘It’d be more incriminating to lie about it…oh god.’

—

When Y/n stepped foot into the Jujutsu High Dorms, she was smothered instantly.

“Y/n!” They all called out as they all ran towards her, except for Mai, Noritoshi and Kokichi.

“You did so well, I’m proud of my favorite underclassman!” Aoi Todo cried, “I apologize for assuming you’re boring because of your taste in men.”

“You guys are going to smother her, give Y/n some space.” Noritoshi said.

“Why are you so late?” Momo pouted, “We haven’t seen you in days and you basically tip-toed your way here.”

“Oh, I saw Okkotsu on my way here and decided to be nice so I don’t have a reputation for being a lunatic.” She admitted.

“You spent 30 minutes reconciling?” Mai hinted something suggestive.

“What? No, are you forgetting that I had to walk here?” Y/n was visibly offended.

“You’re almost an hour late,” Kasumi added.

“Y/n’s taste in men is getting more interesting,” Aoi laughed.

“It’s not like that!” Y/n unintentionally raised her voice, ‘I’m not like that…why would Mai even suggest that idea.’

“You all need to stop jumping to conclusions.” Noritoshi spoke up.

“You and Okkotsu are monsters,” Momo decided to change the topic.

“It was so strange seeing you struggle in a fight, I was worried!” Kasumi added.

“I never realized you could be so unhinged,” Kokichi commented.

“I knew you had it in you! I could never be friends with a boring person.” Aoi bragged.

“Oh really? A few months ago you called her a ‘boring girl with no passions’.” Mai called out his hypocrisy.

They all continued to bicker over the events while Noritoshi remained silent for the most part—-he scarcely made eye contact with Y/n. It was unnoticeable to everyone but her, it made her uneasy. She was too busy contemplating all the reasons he could be upset and how she could apologize to register to chaos happening in front of her.

Mai and Todo were recreating the fight.

“If you don’t take me seriously, I’ll kill you!” Mai impersonated.

“You don’t understand the true extent of my power…” Todo replied.

“That’s not what he said!” Kasumi interrupted.

“Guys stop being silly,” Y/n pleaded.

“Seriously,” Noritoshi spoke.

Everyone dispersed after a few hours, leaving Y/n and Noritoshi sitting next to each other with lots of tension.

“I was being selfish during the event and I made all your efforts go to waste, I apologize.” She intertwined their fingers, “Will you stop being so cold?”

“I’m not upset about your actions at the exchange event,” he said.

“Then…is this about Yuta?” Y/n noticed the way he tensed at the name, “You don’t seriously think I’m that easy.”

“Yuta Okkotsu wasn’t holding back his own power during the event, he was struggling to control it” Kamo continued, “He’s a stain on Jujutsu High’s legacy more than anything….but he intrigues you.”

“I don’t judge people based on orthodox jujutsu values, you know that. I respect Yuta as a sorcerer, that’s all” Y/n began to withdraw from him.

“So if you don’t mind, what could you have possibly been talking about for more than 30 minutes?”

“I apologized to him, talked about sorcery and then we exchanged numbers because he asked. I also told him that you’re my boyfriend because everything that happened was platonic.”

It was Noritoshi’s turn to feel guilty, “I’m sorry for doubting you, that was immature of me.”

Honestly, Y/n questioned her actions earlier too. She questioned the way her heart beat sped up when they spoke to each other and the way honest words easily fell from her lips rather than lies. She questioned the faint disappointment she experienced when hearing about Yuta’s love for Rika. Y/n was a liar and a deceiver, but she was not a cheater.

“No, I understand where you’re coming from,” Y/n leaned into Noritoshi’s touch, “I would be jealous too, if you spent time with another girl.”

He kissed her hand softly, “I shouldn’t waste the precious time we have together by arguing over hypotheticals.”

“Would it kill you to let me be mad at you for once?” Y/n smiled, “It’s hard having such a perfect boyfriend.”

Noritoshi’s hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him so their faces were inches apart. Y/n’s face burned as their breaths mingled. His hand cupped the side of her face gently as his eyes flickered down to her lips. He loved to take his time, to admire his gorgeous girlfriend before indulging in her. Y/n always found the anticipation more enjoyable than when their lips actually connected. Her boyfriend was by no means a bad kisser. She appreciated him, which is why she put in the effort to return his admiration. There was no reason for her not to return his feelings. Perhaps only certain people can feel a spark—people like Okkotsu Yuta.

—

Okkotsu couldn’t stop thinking about Y/n’s duality on his way back to Tokyo. The malicious girl who threatened to kill him and the seemingly sincere one. He wanted to continue being an object of her attention; whether it was criticism or praise but he knew it was unreasonable.

‘Besides, she has a boyfriend’ Yuta pushed the silly thoughts out of his mind for once and for all as he entered the Jujutsu High dorms in the late afternoon. The other first years sat at a table playing Uno and barely glanced in his direction.

“Oh, Yuta’s here.” Panda glanced up from his cards.

“Salmon,” Inumaki said.

“Hey loser,” Maki stated.

“You guys missed me a lot.” He said sarcastically as he sat in the empty chair at the table.

“Fish flakes.”

“It’s not like you went and intentionally risked your life or anything.” Maki placed down a plus 4.

Panda’s brows furrowed before he placed a plus 6 on top. Inumaki placed down another plus 4, bringing it right back to Maki who had no choice but to pick up 14 cards.

“How’s Y/n?” Maki asked.

“She’s doing well. She was really nice to me for someone who threatened my life a few days ago. We had a civil conversation before I left and she said she hopes you’re doing well.”

“Y/n is one of the creepy humans. She doesn’t have a passion for sorcery but does it anyway—Uno.” Panda placed down a green 3, “It’s not like she was born a normal human, so I guess I shouldn’t judge her.”

“Cod roe,” Inumaki placed down a green plus two,

Maki placed down 4 plus twos, “She’s bad at expressing her emotions and is a bit of a liar, but you’d know if she disliked you.”

Veins popped out of Panda's forehead as he picked up 10 cards. In the end, Inumaki won by placing down his last two cards at the same time.

“Does she have a boyfriend?” Yuta asked.

He heard a chuckle come from Inumaki.

“She’s been with Noritoshi for months, everyone knows that.” Panda laughed too, “It’s okay Yuta, heartbreak builds character for humans.”

“Even if she didn’t have a boyfriend, you’re not Y/n’s type.” Maki said bluntly.

“That wasn’t my motive-”

They teased him for the rest of the night.

—

“We already decided Y/n won’t be receiving any punishment” Gojo’s lips remained in a thin line, “What is left to talk about?”

“Our deal with the Fujino’s should be coming to a close soon,” one of the higher ups said.

“Starting January 2018, Y/n will be transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High.” Yoshinobu said.

Gojo looked around the room with the usual smirk on his face, ‘What are you all planning to do this time…’

Gojo’s smile vanished as he exited the building. There was something they were keeping from Y/n. Something that if the higher-ups discovered, would lead to a secret execution of the Fujino’s immediately.

‘In a situation like that, Y/n would have to be my first priority.’ Gojo resolved, ‘She’s essential to reform Jujutsu Society and…she’s too young to be executed like that.’

“Aren’t you too young to be in your rebellious phase?” Gojo said.

“Aren’t you too old to be talking to random little girls on the street?” Y/n folded her arms.

Gojo continued to stand tall, but he was holding back tears beneath his blind fold, “Children are so harsh…”

“At Least take off your blindfold when you talk to me, creep.”

“If I do it will you stop calling me that? I have a reputation to uphold,” he tugged his blind fold down to his neck.

“I just want to confirm something…” she did a sassy hand motion for him to bend down.

Gojo’s brown furrowed as he complied, stooping down to be on her eye level , “Happy now?”

Her finger was suspended in the air, a little less than a centimeter away from his eyeball, “You’re the real deal.”

He laughed, “Gojo Satoru in the flesh. Are you a fan?”

“No, the opposite.” she pouted, “How can one person have so much power?”

He patted Y/n’s head, “awww, little Y/n’s jealous of me~”

“...if I take sorcery seriously, will I be untouchable too?” she asked.

“Hm, is something bothering you?” a small smile still graced his face.

“It’s just a constant life of bloodshed. Why would anybody willingly become a Jujutsu Sorcerer?”

“Well, that’s for you to figure out. What if I told you there was potential for you to be as strong as me?”

“I’d say you’re a liar.”

“True, I am the strongest and I always have been,” He stood up and held out his hand to Y/n.

She took it as they began to walk together, ‘He’s probably taking me back home…’

“I never thought too much about why I wanted to become a sorcerer, It’s just what I’m the best at. Every sorcerer has their own reasons, so you just have to find yours.”

“What if you die wishing you did something else?” she asked.

“...how old are you?” He jested.

“Ten.”

September 2017

It was late in the afternoon and Y/n had just finished practicing with Aoi Todo, a man with endless energy who insisted on pushing Y/n’s physical limits. Earlier this morning, principal Yoshinobu had informed her that she’d be transferred to Tokyo Jujutsu High in January. Y/n told her classmates about it nonchalantly, but was off-put by it.

“That’s so excessive…” Kasumi had frowned.

“I guess, but I’ll be fine no matter where I go” Y/n smirked, “Maybe I’ll learn something new there.”

The revelation answered just as many questions as it gave her. It explained why they had been giving her so many cakewalk missions recently—it had almost been insulting. It also explained why her parents had been so upset about the situation, but Y/n wasn’t a trouble maker. She followed all Jujutsu Regulations and this was her very first offense.

‘Why would Gakuganji have it out for me?’ Y/n was lost in thought as she stretched while Aoi ranted about idols, ‘What could anybody gain from me being in Tokyo? Why didn’t Gojo warn me about this? Is there something being hidden from me?’

“You stressed about your transfer?” Todo asked.

“What makes you think that?” Y/n switched legs.

“You’re one of those people who like to mislead others to stop yourself from being vulnerable. I don’t know what the higher-ups' intentions are with sending you to Tokyo. But as your big brother, I’m confident you’ll still kick ass there.”

Y/n gave a small smile, “Thanks Todo.”

There was no point in arguing the nickname, Aoi Todo had ridiculously unshakeable resolve.

The months went by very quickly. Y/n wasn’t allowed to go on missions during December “Due to the transfer process”. She spent time with her other classmates very often, and slowly distanced herself from Noritoshi. The way Y/n saw it, their relationship was a result of proximity. She was a talented sorcerer from a respected family, and he was the heir to one of the Major Clans—someone her parents wouldn’t despise. Figuring out the right way to breakup was more difficult than Y/n imagined, so she’d save it until last minute.

Whether she spent time with friends, or tiptoed around her boyfriend; nights were always the same. Every night she stared at her white room ceiling, in a silent, cold house with not a single thought passing her mind. As time passed, she felt uneasy. She could not remember the last time she went so long without fighting curses.

December was the most difficult time of year for Y/n. Her parents forbid her from spending holidays with other families, but they never came home for them, either. To compensate for this, her friends insisted on celebrating her birthday on December 24, 2017, a day where they were all free. Y/n remember the unease she felt as she got ready, she wore a white knitted sweater, brown pleated skirt, black stockings and black platform boots. She brushed it off as the same feeling she usually had, but when she stepped out of her house—every fiber of her being screamed that something was wrong. Her father stood outside, waiting for her.

“Happy birthday, Y/n.” He donned the usual neutral expression, and held his hands behind his back with elegance.

“Good evening, father.” She bowed, “If I knew you would come, I would have prepared something.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’m here on urgent matters.” He said nothing, and Y/n followed him silently inside their car.

“Where is Mother?” Y/n asked.

“There’s been a terrorist attack on Kyoto and Tokyo. She is busy.” His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and Y/n’s blood ran cold when she saw. On his nail beds were bright crimson. That’s usual for a Jujutsu Sorcerer, but not for her father. Her father barely ever dirtied his hands when fighting a sorcerer, and he always washed them thoroughly after work. He was a germaphobe, and could only make a mistake like this if he was panicked, or under duress.

‘A terrorist attack? Shouldn’t we be out there, then?” Y/n knew better than to raise her tone at her father.

“We have more important matters to attend to.”

“Most important matters?” She couldn’t contain the rage, and suspicion that was beginning to consume her. She wanted her father to banish her skepticism, and give her an explanation for this strange behavior, “You’re separated from mother, and thousands of people are about to lose their lives. What could be more important than doing your job?”

He didn’t yell at her, or patronize her for asking questions.“Your mother made her decision, and so have I.” The car ride was silent as they drove to the outskirts of the city, and into the mountains. Y/n couldn’t win a fight against her father. Attempting an escape would only make matters worse for her.

They arrived at an abandoned temple with vines growing along the infrastructure. The aura there was quiet, and unsettling. This energy was the crux of the anxiety that plagued her these past few months. Emptiness. An alluring kind.

She felt as if she were half her age. She had the urge to grab her fathers sleeve, and beg him to not make her go in there. She lunged backwards, and materialized her dual blades.

Her father grinned, “If only you fought back sooner, my dear daughter.”

She reached for her cursed energy, but nothing came to her. In a flash, her father smashed his knee into her gut/ She coughed up blood, and collapsed onto the floor. She had never felt a hit that hard in her life. Mr. Fujino placed a cloth over her nose, and Y/n couldn’t escape his death grip. This man is not my father, he can’t be.

#jjk x y/n #jjk fanfic #yuta okkotsu #yuta okkotsu x reader #6k words #okkotsu yuta x reader #CHBTS-Yeva #jujutsu kaisen

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Mini Interviews, F1 Drivers

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None

*Just some of the most precious team interviews where I could see how it would be if the drivers had to take their child/children with them because why not.

Carlos Sainz and Lando Norris, Ice Cream, Mclaren

Carlos chuckled as he watched his godchild propping himself up on his elbows and partially army crawling as much as he could across the small distance on the table where the cup of espresso and ice cream was waiting.

Lando was smiling, trying to talk to the social media coordinator while keeping his hands firmly on his carbon copy’s waist to stop him from being entirely on the table.

And little Landon Norris, briefly glimpsing back at his father, making sure that his full attention wasn’t on him, before dipping his finger into the cooled beverage and popping it into his mouth.

“EWW DADDY!” the three-year-old squealed, wriggling around until he was far away from the caffeinated cup as possible and back into his father’s lap, “that’s icky.”

“What’s wrong bud?” he asked, his full attention now on his son, knowing that if Landon had any issues at all he’d have no problem telling his mummy when he got home that ‘daddy wasn’t keeping an eye on him,’ like he’d promised, “what happened?”

“That goes on the ice cream!” Carlos said with a smile as his godchild looked between the coffee and treat, silently questioning it, “it makes it taste better, Landon.”

The man assisting with the video walked beside Lando’s table and lifted the cup, pouring the beverage over the sweet treat while the small child’s face scrunched up, then switched to a look of horror. He was quick to turn in his father’s arms, clinging to them, “daddy make him stop. He’s ruining the ice cream!”

This time the elder Norris frowned, “no, no no, no no! Oh, you ruined my ice cream!”

Carlos was chuckling beside him, while the child’s eyes went wide once more, “UNCLE CARLOS HE’S GONNA RUIN YOUR ICE CREAM TOO!”

“No thank you sir, I’ll do it!” Carlos said simply, stopping the man from pouring the espresso over his gelato, “thank you sir!”

Landon leaned over his father’s arm and towards his godfather, “Uncle Carlos…I try?”

Carlos softened, instantly reaching out for the child, and Lando frowned, “it’s not fair that you get to try it without the coffee!”

“Come, Landon!” Carlos smiled as the little boy giggled and went into his arms. He settled down in his lap, and Carlos sipped on the coffee before readying the spoon so that Landon could have some of the ice cream, “keep clean, yes? Your mother would not be happy if your father brought you back covered in food.”

“Thank you Uncle Carlos!” Landon smiled as he looked up at his godfather.

“Good boy!” he praised, before readying the second spoonful for himself, all the while Lando was pouting at the coffee drenched ice cream in his bowl.

Danny Ric and Max Verstappen, Holiday Message, Redbull

“Let’s start by cheersing to 2017!” Danny Ric grinned, holding up his glass of sparkling lemonade.

Max giggled, correcting his best friend, “18!”

“I don’t know,” he laughed, “I’ve got two kids that are two years old. I don’t sleep let alone remember what year it is!”

Max burst out laughing as he went to take a sip from the drink, the fizzy beverage spilling over the top of the table. Daniel laughed as well and the people behind the camera had to look away to stop their own laughter so that they could get through the video.

“DADDY YOUR GIFT FOR MAXIE!” the elder of the twins yelled, running up with a box that was nearly as big as she was.

“MAXIES GIFT!” her twin echoed, pulling her sister towards their favorite ‘uncle’ so that they could give him the gift Daniel picked out.

“To max,” Max read, as he took the gift wrapped in pink paper from the twins, “you are my rock. Love. Much love. Daniel!”

Daniel nodded as he tried to stifle his laughter. He looked behind the camera to see his wife giggling as well and he picked up one of the twins who came to sit with him, so that he could hide his own growing smirk.

“You’re my rock!” he repeated between giggles, “Keep reading. The next part is from the twins!”

“WE DID!” his other daughter grinned, pulling on the hem of Max’s shirt, “just for you MAXIE!”

“XO XO. Heart heart heart. There’s a lot of hearts here!”

“Because we love you!” she giggled, smiling the trademark Ric family smile at him.

Daniel smiled back, picking her up so that she could sit on his lap, “aww, I love you too. Are you guys going to help me and your dad unwrap our gifts?”

Both girls smiled even more, nodding along.

“So, you got me a gift too?” Daniel asked.

Max rolled his eyes at his best friend, and while one arm was looped around Daniel’s daughter, the other reached down to grab the gift that he’d stashed by his chair for his teammate. Daniel smiled as he read off the little note, and both drivers went to town unwrapping the boxes, with the help of the twins.

“Good job Emma!” Max praised the twin in his lap.

“Thank you for helping us, Lynn!” Daniel told the twin on his lap as he kissed her temple, “you girls are a big help for me and your uncle Maxie!”

“Alright girls, come over here so daddy and Maxie can try on their gifts!”

“Go see your mum!” Daniel agreed as he and Max stood, and they showed the girls back to Daniel’s wife.

The drivers disappeared momentarily to put on the Christmas themed suits, before coming back and restarting the cameras. The twins watched eagerly as their father and his teammate did a small interview, asking one another about their favorite memories as children during the holidays, and telling the jokes that were inside little presents, until they started to break down into another fit of giggles; Daniel waving his girls back into the frame, and giving them the fake food to throw at Max.

“Hey that’s not fair!” Max giggled as he threw some of the fake food at Daniel, “three on one. Disqualifications. Penalties. The ankle biters can’t both gang up on me with you!”

“Get him girls!” the honey badger smiled.

The twins squealed, both attacking Max with hugs and praise. Max leaned forward and dabbed, “dab with me, Emma…Lynn…dab with me!”

The girls giggled and wriggled around, not quite getting how to do it.

Daniel cupped his hands around his mouth, “Ki Ki Ki-“

“AY AY-“

It quickly devolved into a mass of giggles and the boys yelling. The girls started picking up more of the fake food from the floor so they could throw it at Max and Daniel.

Pierre Gasly and Yuki Tsunoda, Language Exchange, Alpha Tauri

Both men giggled as they looked at the paper, Pierre more so. His head cocked to the side, “merde…”

“Mama, papa said a bad word!” three-year-old Jaques cooed, looking off screen to his mother from his father’s lap.

“How do dogs bark in French? What?” Yuki asked, looking to the cameras, where a few people were giggling. He looked down to his one-year-old, who was half asleep in his arms.

“How is it in Japanese?”

“I don’t know,” Yuki laughed, “regular noises.”

“What noise do they make?”

“Wang wa wa!”

“Good job, Hiro!” Yuki praised the sleepy baby.

Pierre and his son couldn’t stop laughing, “wang wa wa? What noise is that?”

“What, is normal!” Yuki said quickly, adding his own little bit of laughter in as he cradled his son against himself, “wang, wa wa. Why. How do they do it in French?”

Pierre burst out laughing, slapping his leg.

Jaques’ eyes went wide, and he slipped off his father’s lap, running to his mother.

“Oh, Jaques…I didn’t mean to scare you buddy,” he apologized as he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. He turned his attention back to Yuki, “where-did you ever hear a dog do this noise?”

“Yeah?” Yuki said quickly “Why so c-what does a dog make? What noise with you?”

“Woof!” Jaques answered as his father calmed down.

“Yes! He said quickly, pointing to his son, “Woof woof woof!”

“Oof?” Yuki asked, confusion crossing his features. He shook his head, “that oof oof is someone punching an old man in the stomach. He goes oof!”

“How you say in Japanese, I want to know!” Pierre giggled, encouraging the noise from Yuki once more.

“Wang wa, wa.” He repeated. Pierre continued to laugh, ��What?”

“What dog is that?”

“A normal one!”

“Doggy wang wa, wa!” Hiro repeated, snuggling into his father’s chest. Yuki smiled down proudly at his son while Pierre continued to giggle.

“No, doggy go woof woof!” Jaques said, coming to the rescue once more as he rejoined his father’s side.

#one shots #formula 1 #f1 #motorsports #mini interviews #redbull #daniel ricciardo #daniel riccairdo #honey badger #max verstappen #mclaren #carlos sainz #lando norris #alpha tauri #yuki tsunoda #pierre gasly

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bloomingstay · 2 months

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favorite kpop group tag~ thank you @binniesbang!

who is your favorite kpop group?

stray kids, if that was any surprise

which member sparked your interest first?

hyunjin! i've almost always been pulled in by the dancer (lee know i know but) specifically the style of dance hyunjin excels in. the isolation is so satisfying and cool. for some reason choreo always gets a song stuck in my head??

But also!! I had heard they produced their own music and that really got me interested in kpop again

who was your first bias?

chris bang 🤍 went from zero to ult within no more than two days tbh…

what makes them your current bias?

oh god. um. i'll put this in the least embarrassing way possible. (this is a kpop tumblr blog I should probably get over it)

it was a particularly bad year. i stumbled upon their silly videos (thank you stay for the edits<3) and they made me laugh. then i started seeing clips of chans room and him interacting with the boys and just like... he's so wonderful. he's generous and kind and loving and thoughtful. just a shy lil guy who also happens to be a flirt and a fucking dork and it's cute man idk shut upp

who is your bias wrecker?

i was certain i'd never have one, i truly adore each of those boys so so much.

i was however proven wrong after a very sweet, silly compilation of binnie being ridiculous. followed by a face cam of his sclass performance in the supreme jersey?? and the curls?? he has such amazing stage presence and he's a great dancer. but he kept going from his cute sweet binnie expressions looking like he was just so into it and having fun, to the "dark rapper" eyes and commanding stage presence. and like, wow. 🖤 i am a sucker for that kind of duality.

which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/wrecker?

in another reality han is my wrecker. that boy is the epitome of what i used to look for in guys: babygirl. lol. well, and insanely talented and funny and everything. I adore him

after befriending a couple seungmin stans, i started looking for pics and clips to send them and found myself so incredibly impressed with him and touched by some of the things he's said and done. plus he’s a funny little shit.

hwang hyunjin is such a sweet boy. since we got producer jinnie on the last album i have been looking back and just so impressed with his growth 🤍

when did you first discover the group?

(Upon editing I realize I read this as ‘how’ but oh well)

okokok so

i was a kpop fan 2014-2017 and went all in. kcon and concerts the whole thing

but then i was just on my usual 6 hour yt shorts binge as i tried to fall asleep and saw skz reacting to the "your eyes" mv, specifically felix's part, obviously. i watched it like 12 times just cry laughing at han screaming, hyunjin trying to escape, channie hiding behind his hands and squealing. it was just so funny to see a group kind of clowning their own shit? i thought they were hilarious.

then i saw julien (solomita) had reacted to 'topline' and i was soooo into it. immediately went to watch some mvs and decided cool i'll be a totally normal casual fan of this group’s music….. :)

THEN a lovely lady i'd followed on my 10 year old tumblr account posted about skz. i messaged her that I’d finally decided to check them out and she was kind enough to answer questions and entertain my onslaught of messages as I screamed about how much I love these boys. and she still does everyday so. thank you hana 🌸

have you ever been to one of their concerts?

not yet~

what are some of your favorite songs by them?

THIS SECTION TOOK ME WAY TOO LONG. disclaimer: I absolutely could not include non ot8 this would’ve been 30 songs (I’m probably going to cheat)

Hall of fame. bitch ever since that live stage (which was the first time I’d heard it) I’ve listened to the sclass album 3 times a week no joke, goddamn it’s so good. so just know, i pulled almost every song from that album off this list when i made cuts

levanter. a hard pill to swallow mid relationship struggles and holds a lot of meaning for me.

secret secret. i can't get over how professional this song sounds and how it was just a few years in?

leave. where i got my username~ like I said, relationship stuff. You have not yet really bloomed When the new season comes I hope the warmth will make you bloom Into a flower that never dies

sclass. *bling bling* HIPHOPSTEP. such a fucking chaotic mess of a jam.

megaverse. the breakdown? MEGAPHONE. Han, bitch? We make the rules nobody can hold me yeaaahhh. Your body shakes - STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD. Sorry, flawless.

gods menu. ate, bitch. chan was something the fuck else

domino. neeed I say more

social path is bomb

grow up. read lyrics for the first time just now ow

eternity. told u I’d cheat.

love poem. big cheat my list worth it

I am going to be so mad when I realize I missed a song I listen to 7 times a day but been doin this for 2 hours so I’m calling it. Also forgive me I’m still working through the discography (backwards) and haven’t listened to the full first couple albums.

the adhd is allowing no further focus or thought so i will be tagging the same friends as my last tag post no pressure <3

@channieblossoms @skzms @roseykat @thefantasyden @seungsungracha @astraysis @channieswife

Thank you again @binniesbang for tagging me~!

#I WONT APOLOGIZE FOR HOW LONG this is #if yo i wanna read it you can if not that's absolutely okay too EVEN if i tagged you~#chatty #tag #<3 #binniesbang #ur a sweetie tbh thk u #stray kids #skz #stay

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leaving

July 19, 2017

Sebastian leaned his head on Michael shoulder and Matt sat on the other side of him, the three sat on the stairs together listening to their parents arguing again.

They could hear their mother screaming at their father and most likely the glass they can hear shattering is their mother throwing cups around again.

The fights between the boys parents have become more common over the years, especially with hockey and if money was tighter around certain times of the year. It seemed nothing Todd did was good for Jennifer anymore.

Sebastian whimpered slighty hearing his mom sound so upset again and breaking dishes, He turned his head and hid his face against his oldest brothers chest and held tightly only Matt’s hand.

“It’s okay Sebby.” Micheal cooed softly rubbing a hand through his little brother soft brown hair.

Matt frowned guilty tightening his grip on Sebastian’s hand feeling guilty because they were arguing about moving to Michigan because of him and him getting drafted to the US Program.

“Come on let’s get to bed.” Michael told his two little brothers and stood up, He hated how much all of them heard the arguing but especially his little brothers.

Micheal led Sebastian and Matt in to his room and he pulled back the covers of his bed and climbed into it and laid down in the middle and Matt walked around climbing in on the other side lying down next to his older brother, Sebastian climbed in and cuddled into his older brother.

Michael wrapped his arm around both of them gently playing with their hair and getting them to relax and fall asleep as they ignored the arguing still coming from downstairs.

July 20, 2017

Sebastian woke up first and he got out of bed and paused hearing the sound of sobs coming from downstairs, he walked down the stairs slowly and saw his dad sitting on the couch sobbing into his hands.

Sebastian frowned in worry and walked over towards his dad, “Dad?” Sebastian called out softly looking at him in concern.

Todd’s head snapped up hearing his youngest son soft voice, “Oh Sebby.” Todd breathed out as he wiped his tears, he knew this was going to crush his sweet son’s soft heart.

It was very obvious from a young age that Sebastian was a mamas boy, always crying unless she held him, always wanting to be with her and no one else, second he could walk he would craw into his parents bed and cuddle with him mom, he always picked flowers he saw and would bring them home for his mother and was always saying that she so beautiful, his first word was Mama.

Sebastian slowly walked over to his dad and sat down on the couch next to him, seeing a few stacks of papers on the coffee table.

Before Todd could tell Sebastian what was wrong, Matt and Micheal both walked down the stairs and frowned as their dad red and puffy eyes.

“Dad?” Matt asked titling his head to side looking at his in concern as he walked over.

“What’s wrong dad?” Michael also asked in concern as he walked over and sat on the other side of his dad with Matt sitting next to him.

Todd took a deep breath and said the words that he knew would break his kids, “Your mother left.” Todd knew that his relationship with his wife had been rocky lately but it seemed like she started turning into a completely different person always caring about money and shopping.

“What?” Matt whispered out looking extremely hurt.

“Yes.” Todd took a deep breath, “And she signed away all of her custody rights for the three of you.” Todd told them softly knowing no matter how he tells them it’s going to hurt all the same.

“No. No no no no.” Sebastian quickly stood up and shook his head rapidly as tears filled his eyes, “She wouldn’t! Mom loves us and she wouldn’t just leave! She will be back tomorrow. She loves us.” Sebastian trailed off feeling his heart breaking he turned around and rushed out of the living room and ran up the stairs ignoring the calls from the three downstairs and he slammed open his bedroom and slammed it behind him and locked it close.

Sebastian jumped onto his bed and buried his face into his pillow letting out heartbreaking sobs, his whole body shaking as his face was soaked with tears and snot running from his nose.

Micheal went to go stand up to get his little brother, Todd rested his hand on his eldest arm, “Let him.” Todd knew Sebastian needed some time alone.

Matt curled up into a little ball cuddling into his father’s side as Micheal stayed right next to him.

That day changed the whole house, Todd was focused on working and taking care of the kids, he seemed more emotionally gone most days. Michael started hiding his feelings and everything trying to be strong for his little brothers but really it was just pushing them farther away from him. Matt tried to acted happy and funny pretending nothing had happened and their mom didn’t leave them, he felt so guilty because Michigan caused so many of the fights before his parents.

And Sebastian, he was no longer the sweet boy anymore. He was quieter and rarely talked to anyone anymore, he was angrier all the time snapping in hockey games a lot more often and getting into fights because of that and he was breaking his sticks more often. He no longer wanted to cuddle in bed with his brothers and be affectionate with any of them. He mostly stayed in room or outside shooting pucks most of the time.

Todd hoped that there move to Michigan would do all of them good, and hopefully become a fresh start for all of them.

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stsainz · 11 months

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CHICO ROSADO

4.1k words

ship: charlos

side ship: maxiel

characters: carlos sainz, charles leclerc, max verstappen, daniel ricciardo

tags: charlos , car kissing , the car sex comes later , 22 y/o toro rosso carlos is cocky and it’s hot , charles leclerc is babygirl , maxiel is cute , eventual part 2 , eventual nsfw

summary: while in different ranks of formula racing, charles and carlos manage to have their paths cross at a business event. having enjoyed charles’ company, carlos goes out of his way to spend more time with the younger boy. meanwhile, promiscuous articles about carlos are circulating around the formula racing world, and as they spend more time together, charles confronts him about the rumors.

* disclaimer: while based on real life people and events, every instance that occurs in this story is entirely fictitious, and the dates do not accurately reflect real life. i have taken the liberty as author to bend reality and change teams and pairings and the general timeline of formula 1 racing and all related occurrences. this story will be best enjoyed if the reader suspends their disbelief a little <3 enjoy!

*made for mobile reading*

saint sainz presente:

CHICO ROSADO

16 september 2017 radio interview recording room

carlos sweeps a few fingers through the thick of his dark hair, sitting pliantly in a cushy chair with little attention to the commotion of a tech crew around him. he settles his cap back atop his head and finally puts on a pair of large black headphones.

across the table sits an interviewer and a co-host. the three are cozied up in a rather soundproof room. this is carlos’ first radio interview, but it all still feels familiar— in a good way, carlos decides.

he remains demure even though there are no cameras watching him. he fiddles with his hands in his lap, twists the headphone wire, and sinks into his chair as he and the interviewers have a surprisingly unfiltered conversation.

…

interviewer 1: so, the car you drive off the track is… what did you say it was?

carlos: a golf gti, one my parents bought for me.

ah, i see. so not too much luxury outside of racing?

i wouldn’t say that [laughs]. i’m still interested in cars, i love them.

interviewer 2: and he still wants to impress people when he’s not racing [laughs]

does your volkswagen get you any attention from the ladies?

[laughs] i mean…

well, are you in a relationship?

i was, but recently no. i’ve become single in the past few years.

ah, shame to hear it.

was it good while it lasted?

yes, it was good.

was it good in the volkswagen?

[laughs]

[laughs] can you even lay someone in there? is it even big enough? [laughs]

no, no, you can! i mean, it’s possible—

oh, the confidence!

he’s done it.

he has definitely done it. carlos, have you done it in your modest volkswagen gti?

no, you can’t ask that!

[laughs]

i won’t say.

that’s basically a yes!

now i think i know why you’re recently single [laughs]

oh god— were you only treating her to car sex?

[laughs] [pauses] you can’t be asking this live on air, no?

of course we can, it’s our show!

no, no i still won’t answer [laughs]

no answer is an answer, carlos.

19 september 2017 red bull lounge

“carlos, there’s press going around about you having car sex.”

“what?”

max poorly stifles a laugh, his grin radiating even from behind his hand. he passes his phone to carlos; it’s open to an article with his name written in bold.

‘carlos sainz: busy in cars on and off the track!

it was in a recent radio show interview where the formula 1 driver for toro rosso teased his promiscuity around his car— a volkswagen golf gti.

the interviewers egged sainz on with alluding questions, such as “can you even lay someone in there?”, and while sainz portrayed hesitance to confirm anything otherwise, he did confidently press the fact that yes, you can lay a body down in a golf gti.

“you can— i mean, it’s possible,” sainz had told his interviewers. he denied answering explicitly wether or not he has done “it” in his car with his now ex-girlfriend, but listeners are sure that the race-car driver would have been seen blushing had there also been cameras to record the interview.’

carlos tosses max’s phone back to him. there’s a carefree quirk in his eyebrow, and his laugh is smooth and unconcerned.

28 september 2017 carlos’ hotel room

another article.

‘formula 1 driver carlos sainz car sex scandal’

really, it’s a scandal now?

‘…so we all can’t help but wonder— can you have sex in a formula 1 race-car?’

no, not unless you tried hard enough. and even then…

it’s better to start somewhere easier, to try something a bit more spacious. something like: a volkswagen golf gti.

29 september 2017 red bull lounge

“who is the lucky lady laying down in carlos sainz’s VW golf gti?”

“mate,” carlos sighs. “they cannot be serious, these news articles.”

“eh, this one only has a couple hundred reads,” max says.

“so what, you’re just looking for these articles for fun now?”

“yes,” max laughs. “i am. but you know it’s funny, too.”

carlos raises an eyebrow.

“who’s the lucky lady?”

there’s a suspicious pause from max, then, the two boys are snickering and nodding amongst themselves.

7 october 2017 formula 1 & 2 press meet and greet

there’s a reserved look on carlos’ face as he idles next to his fellow competitors. stuffed into a small room, they all waddle a bit like penguins to shake the hands of their younger counterparts— the talented formula 2 drivers.

with greetings to be shared and questions to be both asked and answered, carlos meanders quietly in the background. not avoiding, and not exactly aloof, but perhaps a sweet mixture of both. he has no intent to come across as better-than, and he has enough pride to not wither away in the background.

that must be why he is able to easily linger towards an open seat on a small leather couch, and go comfortably unnoticed by the masses.

but, he is still recognized by one.

“leclerc,” a boy sat next to carlos says, and reaches for carlos’s hand. “charles leclerc. i’m for prema racing.”

carlos shakes his hand. it feels delicate, soft. he knows this boy.

“right, f2’s golden boy, chico de oro.”

“is that what they’re calling me?”

carlos finds it cute, the way charles expresses so confidently but still has the shy dimples of a young boy. he’s an interesting mix, and has been to carlos for some time now.

“it is in the articles, yes. i’ve seen you race. you do good.”

“thank you. i’m a fan of yours as well, it’s nice to meet you.”

carlos didn’t say he was a fan. he contemplates teasing the younger boy with that, hanging it over his head that he admitted to being a fan of carlos first, so easily.

but he’s so earnest, carlos thinks. those dimples and that blush can’t be faked.

“you look a bit red, mate.”

“oh,” charles goes quiet.

“did i do that?” carlos asks, so bluntly and so quietly. (he had leaned in to mutter it softly to charles.)

“it’s warm in here,” charles wipes his palms on his thighs. he’s dressed in his racing suit, his helmet and gloves on the floor between his feet.

carlos has his team jersey on, the material tight but breathable. and of course, his red bull cap sits backwards on his head. he adjusts it and reclines on the couch, pleased with charles’ blush and the quiet hum of voices all around him.

“okay, chico rosado.”

10 october 2017 red bull lounge, post japanese grand prix

a wave of people crowds around max, and carlos is pushed to the edge of the shore. he sits with his trainer, and a few other red bull crew members, at a table near the edge of the lounge. he’s glad for max, but jealous for himself.

last place would have been better than a dnf.

“be grateful that you get to race at all,” his father would say.

daniel comes to sit with him, but doesn’t say much. carlos contemplates his congratulations for max, discusses what went wrong and what went right, and wonders how charles is doing in the lower ranks.

hours later, that same night:

los toros groupchat 10:33 pm

carlos sainz > i think we should party

max v 33 > say more?

dr3 > say less > i’m in

max v 33 > where are we partying?

carlos sainz > we’re in japan. anywhere.

dr3 > i actually know a place, i think

max v 33 > of course you do

dr3 > i think you mean ‘thank you’ babe

carlos sainz > okay 333, i’ll see you guys in 30. > send the location daniel?

dr3 [dr3 shared a location with you.]

carlos sainz > gracias

10:57 pm

carlos sainz > by the way, i’m inviting charles

max v 33 > who?

carlos sainz > el chico de oro de f2. > golden boy leclerc.

one hour later, that same night

daniel has, in daniel fashion, walked his friends into a car meet and promptly abandoned them for drinks and a good time with max. they wander under twinkling stars and flashing neon lights, all mostly out-shined by the iridescent mix of headlights by their feet.

“bit romantic isn’t it? all the headlights acting as stars that we can touch.”

“you know you can’t touch the cars dan,” max says, as if he has said this sentence one hundred times before.

“alright fine. but i do know a star i can touch,” daniel winks at his boyfriend.

they stroll hand in hand down the blocked off road, past rows of sports cars, convertibles, race-cars.

max asks daniel about carlos’ friend. “he’s in formula 2, no?”

“yeah, some ankle biter.”

“he looks my age, dan.”

“what, and you’re not an ankle biter?”

max shoves daniel in the side, chasing his attack with a kiss on the cheek.

“yeah,” daniel continues. “looks like they’re friends now. i dunno, i think the little one might have a bit of a crush on our carlos.”

max silently ponders the possibilities.

laughter erupts all around them, the soundscape joyous but still somewhat promiscuous. a scandalous beat slips out of speakers in the back of some silver mercedes, and max and daniel surely aren’t the only couple to find their kissing to match the rhythm.

charles wonders if carlos will kiss him.

he won’t.

it would be too soon, for no reason other than carlos likes to tease. and, some self restraint is always good to practice.

carlos doesn’t even touch charles this night. they walk side by side, carlos ogling the cars, charles ogling carlos. this type of flashiness has never been introduced to charles. he is used to a more refined, look-but-don’t-touch type of extravagance.

that’s why charles enjoys himself so much. what a new and wonderful experience it is, to go out with a cute boy and have him explain to you the odds and ends of every decked out car you walk by. like a breath of fresh air in a familiar field. charles smells the friendly breeze of gasoline and asphalt, but the flowers carry a different fragrance.

“do you do street racing ever, charles?”

“ah, no. i’ve never found the time to.”

“oh, but you want to?”

charles quirks an eyebrow.

“to find the time?” carlos clarifies.

charles ponders for a moment. “i’m not so sure,” he begins. “i only just recently got my first car, i don’t want to ruin it or anything by racing with it.”

“only now you got your own car?” carlos asks, suddenly working out some math in his head. “and how old are you?”

“well, i am only nineteen, but i have a birthday in a week.”

“really, in a week?”

it’s hard to explain why for charles, but he feels so exposed in front of carlos, now that he knows his birthday. is that such an intimate thing, to know the date that someone came into this world? or perhaps, is charles shying away from carlos’ glance simply because he seems interested in knowing anything about him at all?

“you’ll have to do something then. maybe you can celebrate with a little racing.”

charles glances over to carlos. he’s got such a relaxed face on, and that nonchalant smile… charles can’t help but wonder if it means anything. or maybe the younger is just reading into it... but oh, that look; like carlos has a secret and he doesn’t care if you know it or not.

“when is your birthday?” charles asks, an awkward break of the silence. carlos does laugh at this, but kindly, quietly.

“it was in september.”

“oh! so you just turned…”

“twenty-two. the first of the month.”

“well, happy late birthday, carlos.” charles let’s out a thoughtful hum as he glances at the street food vendors around them. “shall i buy you a present?”

charles’ laugh is light and airy, but the glance carlos passes to him is the opposite.

“i think i already have all that i want.”

13 october 2017 the streets of madrid, spain

the days feel different when carlos is back home in madrid. maybe the air has changed, perhaps the sun shines brighter, the water glistens a little shinier. there is an aura in his home that he quickly finds comfort and strength in.

it’s something like being reawakened. especially now, as he sits with an attentive foot on the pedal of his car.

he’s racing an old friend in front of a shaggy crowd, just a few kids his age eagerly waiting to see the cars peel out. some time has passed since he has done this, and it almost feels even better because of that.

the road is just under 1 kilometer long. carlos wins the race by a second.

15 october 2017 carlos’ bedroom

text message 3:45 pm

unknown > hello carlos :) > i am vacationing in madrid before the race in portugal. no pressure to reply, but i was wondering if you have any places you recommend i visit :)

4:06 pm

unknown > this is charles, by the way > leclerc > :)

4:13 pm

carlos sainz > hola charles. don’t you have a birthday tomorrow?

chico rosado > yes, it is tomorrow

carlos sainz > you won’t be spending it with family then, if you’re here in madrid?

chico rosado > my younger brother is here on vacation with me :)

carlos sainz > i see

4:25 pm

carlos sainz > if you find yourself alone, here’s a good place to hangout. > especially after 9, when la poli are sleepy. [carlos sainz shared a location.]

16 october 2017 the streets of madrid, spain

it’s half past ten, and charles squints through the darkness to find himself amongst a crowd of rowdy people. heavy bass music bumps from behind him, and he weaves through all these unfamiliar bodies, trying to find the one he came here for.

no face in the crowd looks familiar. no words shouted out are really understandable to charles.

he catches a few familiar ones, though, and importantly, he understands when one woman calls out, “el final! están aquí!”

charles steadies his wandering and turns to face the same direction as everyone else. six glowing dots appear on the horizon line, fuzzy and rapidly approaching the crowd of people charles is crammed into.

it becomes clear quickly what they’re all sticking their necks out to see, and charles feels that familiar tug in his stomach the moment he hears the incoming hum and rev of the engines.

it’s unfair to compare them to that of his own race-car, but charles still gets goosebumps at the sight of the three cars barreling down the street as fast as they can. one red, one gray, one black.

they torpedo down the road. he can feel the kiss of a breeze across his face. the finish line is marked in bright orange spray paint. the gray car’s tires roll over it first. then red, then black.

charles cheers, despite being clueless as to who just won. all that he knows is someone won, and that in itself is exciting enough for the young boy. he wishes he had someone to shout with. to shout to, maybe.

he should find carlos.

charles makes his way towards the three cars. the competition seems friendly enough, hugs and high-fives and handshakes are passed around the people closest to the vehicles.

there’s even someone with a beat up megaphone announcing with vigor the results of the race.

in spanish, he calls out, “third place, román gil! in second, emilio maradiaga! and the winner of first place… our chili!”

applause and cheers fill the night air, as do flashing lights and bouncy music. the fanfare dies down rather quickly, but only as it is replaced with groups of people crowding around the cars to see the hype up-close.

charles weaves through the tightening web of people, to where he can stand with some breathing room off to the side. even with all the commotion, a space soon clears up, and grants him a beautiful view.

carlos leans against the hood of the gray car. his gray car. the volkswagen golf gti.

his arms are crossed as he laughs with some friends. he’s in some old gray jeans and a black t-shirt, but charles’ heart still stutters when he sees that nonchalant smile carlos does so well.

charles shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie, concealing the nervous fiddling of his fingers. he makes his way towards carlos, his eyes locked on the familiar handsome face.

he hoped it wouldn’t be, but it is awkward at first. the crowd has dwindled down to just four or five people, but charles struggles to find a space to slot himself into nicely. he taps a man on the back, tries to introduce himself, but the language barrier creates friction between them.

“uh, carlos… es mi amigo…” charles tries.

the man shrugs, but let’s him squeeze in any way. carlos notices him instantly.

“you came,” he says.

“i did,” is all charles can seem to say. his eyes linger on carlos’ face; his lips, his nose, his sparkling brown eyes. he’s sure an eternity passes before carlos speaks again.

“did you manage to see the race?”

“just the end of it. but i saw you cross the finish line first, yes.” charles smiles. carlos is rather fond of his sweet dimples. he’d like to see them more often.

it’s not hard to have the crowd of friends around him disperse, so carlos waves them away and makes some excuse that he has to show his friend around. on cue the cars next to his light up, and the commotion is drawn away from carlos and his car.

soon enough, it’s just him and charles.

“come on,” carlos nods his head towards his car, and says nothing further. he makes his way to the passenger side, and waits with his hand on the door handle, as if he and charles do this frequently.

charles rushes to his side, and blushes when carlos opens the door for him, his eyes following charles’ every move into the vehicle.

he wonders where carlos will take him (if anywhere), but mostly he wonders if carlos is happy that he came. he must be, if he invited charles, no? that text message, it was an invitation, right? carlos does want him here? he’s in carlos’ car now, and that can’t be for no reason.

charles twirls his hoodie strings around his finger. carlos starts the car and puts his hand on the back of charles’ seat.

“i’m going to take you somewhere i think you’ll like, charles.”

later, that same night

carlos’ car— his volkswagen golf gti — sits parked on a half sandy, half rocky shore of a secluded swimming pond. the two boys remain seated in the car, the moonlight bouncing off the water giving them enough light to feel safe, and enough darkness to be comfortable.

“seems like this is a good car for street racing,” charles offers, desperate to hear carlos’ voice again. the silence is comfortable, but not what he wants.

“mhm. it’s a good car all around,” carlos says. his fingers trace the steering wheel, the dashboard, the center console. charles has to catch his breath when carlos lands his hand on the gear shift, squeezing it. “it’s versatile.”

a silent moment passes. charles watches as carlos rubs his thumb back and forth on the nob. his blush is coming back.

“i saw that article, by the way,” charles starts, but he’s too shy to say more.

carlos looks at him blankly at first, then with the hint of a smile.

“the one claiming i had a lot of car sex in here?”

charles’ eyes widen. “yes, um… that one.”

“so?” carlos asks.

charles fails to understand. carlos’ smile grows a bit when he sees the way the younger boy’s eyebrows curve into two confused squiggles.

“what do you think?” carlos asks.

“oh… it’s a nice car. i like it.” charles takes his turn to run his fingers along the interior.

“that’s not what i meant, but thank you.”

“what did you mean, then?” charles stares at the gear shift, at carlos’ hand.

“what do you think about me having lots of sex in here, chico rosado?”

charles freezes, the pit of his stomach clenching and sending heat throughout him. god, is he that easy? he has to play it cool.

“you keep calling me that name, but i’m not sure what it means.”

“chico rosado?” carlos repeats. charles nods his head, shyly looking up at the older boy.

carlos smiles. he lifts his hand from the gear shift, and boldly rests it on charle’s face. his thumb strokes over his cheek. “it means… pink boy. i call you that, instead of golden boy, because of this color right here.”

the spot carlos refers to is charles’ soft cheek, but with his forwardness and big hand touching charles’ skin, the blush rapidly spreads to his neck and ears.

“and,” carlos begins. and although it’s small, perhaps only a fraction of a second long, carlos shows his first sign of hesitance. he pauses, then swipes his thumb over charles’ glossy lower lip. “you’re pink right here, too.”

while charles’ heart rate may spike, the way time moves around him suddenly feels as if it has slowed. the night sky is pitch black and still. carlos’ fingers move a millimeter a second across his lip. so slow it nearly tickles.

chico rosado. pink boy, not golden.

charles turns away from carlos.

“so you’re teasing me, then?” he asks.

“i never said it was a bad thing, charles.”

“it’s not something i can help,” charles’ voice is nearing the volume of a whisper. his attempt to remove carlos’ hand from him has failed, rendering him staring sadly at his feet while carlos keeps his hand on charle’s shoulder.

some crickets sing outside of the car. the moonlight dances over the water, over both of their faces. charles sighs. was he too naive? was he foolish, to think all of this might have been something else?

“growing up, i’ve always been teased for it,”

“charles—“

“i was called girly for it. and that’s not even a bad thing, but they all meant it bad.”

carlos doesn’t remove his hand from charles’ shoulder. in fact, the younger boy feels it gently creep up to his neck.

“i know it was all meaningless teasing, but it still stuck with me.”

“i’m sorry they bullied you like that.”

“it’s fine. i just thought… i’m just sad it’s happening again. i thought—“

“charles, i’m not teasing you. i’m flirting with you.”

carlos would like to keep the look on charles’ face framed and on his wall. his mouth so pink and pouty, eyes glossy from his emotions but widened from carlos’ clearly stunning words.

“could you really not tell?” carlos asks.

“i thought so, at some moments, but… i second guessed myself.”

“were you not, too? when we met at that press meet and greet?”

“only a little.”

“i thought you were sweet. i liked how you introduced yourself to me, and called yourself a fan of mine.”

carlos manages to replace his hand on charles’ cheek. soft and gentle, just how charles needs to be handled.

“and i liked how you blushed. you’re quite pretty, charles.”

the still air around them slowly swells into a breeze. a fragrance of autumn blows by their faces, through the partly open windows of carlos’ car. it’s quiet, and it’s comforting— it’s them.

“can i kiss you?” carlos whispers.

“please.”

for continuity’s sake, and for his own pleasure, carlos leans in slower than charles thinks he can bear. it’s the same craving he has had for weeks now, and charles is nearly salivating now that he’s about to have a taste.

for a moment, he thinks it might be too much— too sweet, too delicious, too good to handle. for a moment his heart jumps into his throat, and if it weren’t stuck right in his adam’s apple, charles might shout out a weak, half-hearted wait!

instead, carlos catches the tail end of a gasp from charles in his own mouth.

he kisses him, gentle and slow and steady, right on his pink lips. his hand still cupping charles’ face, his fingers teasing his blush up to the surface. carlos kisses charles, once and then twice, the second longer than the first.

and when he pulls away, he sees exactly what he wants to see; his chico rosado, blushing for him, smiling.

“joyeux anniversaire, charles.”

“gracias, carlos.”

“i’ll have more gifts for you later, when the time is right.”

carlos caresses charles’ face, hooking his fingers beneath the younger boy’s chin. he uses the leverage to pull him in closer, and with a teasing haste, carlos kisses charles for the last time that night.

⭒

thank you so much for reading my story! i hope you enjoyed it <3 keep an eye out for part 2!

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