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justanoutlawfic · 3 years

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“It’s not that easy.” Snowqueen

Takes place in a canon divergent cursed Storybrooke. Mildly dubious consent with one “awake” character, the other is cursed.

On AO3/FF

Is it fair, or is it fate?

No one knows

The stars choose their lovers

Save my soul

It hurts just the same, ooh

And I can't tear myself away-The Other Side by Ruelle

Regina stands in the doorway of the living room, watching Snow-no-Mary Margaret rock her daughter-their daughter-in her arms. There’s a soft glowing smile written across her wife’s face as she looks down at Emma. It’s one Regina finds herself getting every time she’s looked down at the babe for nearly a year. Those soft green eyes that she inherited from her mother, the gummy grin that will one day perfectly match her father’s. That last thought always drains the smile from Regina’s face as she thinks of the man that lays in the coma ward of Storybrooke General.

For 8 months, 3 weeks and 2 days, Regina had no memory of the Enchanted Forest. And then her daughter learned to give kisses, pressing a slobbery wet one to her cheek while Regina played peek-a-boo. A headache of memories absorbed her body, erasing the mayor she had forced to become.

Zelena did this on purpose. She’s not sure how her sister or Rumpelstiltskin discovered Regina’s crush on Snow. Regina’s not entirely sure how it began herself. After Snow forgave her while she mascaraed as Wilma, they became a family again. Snow returned to the castle and they ruled together, forming a beautiful friendship. But Snow was no longer a child. She was a woman, with filled out curves and luscious red lips. Regina knew she shouldn’t stare when Snow undressed in front of her. She tried to avert her gaze whenever Snow wore a lower cut dress or tunic. They were family, friends. And then Snow had met David, anyway, married him and became pregnant with his child. At most, Regina was the maiden sister-in-law. The one who fought hard to protect them and their child.

The day Emma was born, she had been in the room. David attempted to take her to the wardrobe but was quickly taken down. Regina and Snow found the baby in Zelena’s arms, ready to use her for the ultimate evil. At the last moment, Regina got her away, holding onto both her and Snow as the green smoke crashed in around them.

Now, Regina’s married to Snow-no, Mary Margaret. Her cursed memories tell stories of using an anonymous sperm donor to get Mary Margaret pregnant. The reality is Regina was never a part of the equation. Snow never loved her. It was always him.

Regina’s battled it for 2 months. Snow is cursed to love her. She hasn’t consented to this relationship. If she had a choice, she’d pick David. Just like she did every other time. Regina isn’t sure how to break the curse. Blue once said it would fall onto Emma, but Regina isn’t sure if she believes her.

What she does know, is she can’t do this anymore. She cannot live a lie. Snow has been through too much. She doesn’t deserve to be forced to be married to Regina.

Regina’s hand goes over the silver wedding band around her left ring finger, letting out a shaky breath. She clears her throat and Mary Margaret’s gorgeous green eyes meet hers.

“Hey, Emma’s just about asleep. Then we can watch whatever junk is on TV.”

Regina swallows. “I um, we need to talk actually.”

Snow frowns. “Sounds serious.” She stands up and settles the baby into her swing.

“It is. I…” Regina shuts her eyes. She needs to do this. It’s not fair to anyone. Regina looks to the former Evil Queen that still lives within her, of the ruthless mayor from her cursed persona. She opens her eyes, losing the softness from her voice. “I’m leaving.”

“Do you have a business trip?”

“No, I mean I’m leaving.”

It takes a moment for recognition to fill Snow’s eyes. “What?”

“This isn’t working,” Regina lies. “It hasn’t for a very long time.”

“Are you serious?!?” For a moment, Regina doesn’t see Mary Margaret, Snow is jumping out of her. “Exactly what part of this doesn’t work? Our family? Our daughter? Me?”

“Sn…Mary Margaret,” Regina quickly catches herself. “I love you, both of you.”

She glances over at Emma, who’s finally fallen asleep. Her lips are slightly parted, little noises escaping. A tug takes over Regina’s heart. She has fallen in love with this child. She’s been there for every moment. First smile, first time rolling over, first crawl. Even her first word. Mama. Directed to Regina. Emma was babbling, but cursed Regina knew it was because that’s what she was: Emma’s mama.

Snow interrupts her thoughts. “Then why are you leaving?”

“It’s not that easy. Love isn’t always enough.”

“Then what is it, Regina? What am I not giving you?”

“It’s not you, it’s….” Regina stops herself from saying that cliché, but Snow is already rolling her eyes.

“Don’t,” she holds out a finger. “Don’t you dare use that line on me. This isn’t a one-night stand. This is a marriage, a 5-year marriage at that! We have a child! And you’re just going to leave, not even explain the why?”

But how does one explain any of it? A curse, magic, husbands in comas?

Snow clears her throat. “Is there someone else?”

Well, not in that way. “No, I would never cheat on you.”

“Then what?” Snow throws her hands in the air. “What is worth throwing away everything we have, everything we’ve built together.” Regina remains silent. “Tell me, Regina!”

“I…I can’t. I’m sorry. You’re just going to have to believe me that this is for the best.”

Regina turns her back on Snow White, heading for the door where she’s already put some suitcases. She wills the tears to stay out of her eyes. What she told Snow was right, this is for the best. One day, the curse will break for everyone and the only way to protect this family they’ve created is for Regina to take herself out of the picture.

She bends down to grab the Louis Vuitton luggage when a warm hand is placed on her shoulder. Regina turns to find Snow standing there, eyes watery. Snow takes Regina’s calloused, cold hands into her own.

“There’s something you’re not telling me,” Snow whispers. “And I’m not going to let you leave until you tell me what it is.”

Regina stares down at her. “You’d never believe me.”

“Try me.”

Regina throws her head back, some of her dark locks falling over her face. She’s already walking away, might as well go for broke. “We’re not really married.”

Snow tilts her head. “What? Of course we are, I have our marriage certificate…”

“It’s fake. All of this.” Regina pulls away to gesture around their home. “All of this is fake, a curse.”

“A curse? Sounds like a fairytale.”

“That’s what we were. A story!”

“Regina, you’re not making any sense.”

Regina sighs. “Once upon a time, you weren’t Mary Margaret, you were Snow White.” Snow looks at her like she’s crazy. “And you were married to a man…”

“Prince Charming?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, say that’s true. I’m a princess, a straight princess,” Snow scoffs. “Then who are you in the story?”

Regina bites her lip. “The Evil Queen.”

Snow’s mouth drops open. “I’ve been dumped plenty in my life, but this is the weirdest fucking excuse!” she exclaims.

“It’s not an excuse,” Regina practically whines. “It’s the truth!”

“No, I think you’ve eaten one of Ruby’s pot brownies, because you sound like a crazy person!”

“I’m not lying to you, Snow. In this other reality, you love the prince. You married him. You never, ever loved me.”

“That’s insane. In what universe would I not love you?”

Regina stares at her for a moment. They’ve kissed several times in the past 10 months, a few since Regina woke up. Snow’s remained asleep, stuck under the persona of Mary Margaret. They don’t share true love, if they did, this curse would probably be broken by now.

Still, Regina must try.

“Snow, my love,” she whispers, caressing her jaw with her fingers. “Come back to me.”

Regina closes her eyes and kisses her. The room around them shakes, causing Regina to hold onto her wife’s cardigan. When she opens her eyes, she looks into Snow’s. The naivete, the docility, it’s gone. Mary Margaret has vanished. Snow stands in her place.

“Regina,” Snow whispers.

A single tear falls down Regina’s face. “Snow.”

Much to her surprise, Snow takes her hands into hers and kisses her once again. Regina deepens it, the taste of Mary Margaret’s raspberry lip gloss overtaking her. Once they pull away, it’s Snow’s turn to put a hand on her cheek.

“I always loved you,” she whispered.

Regina looks at her in disbelief. “But David…”

“I love him too. We both loved you. We wanted you. We tried to start the conversation so many times…” She trails off, shaking her head. “It doesn’t matter right now. All that does is that we find him. We figure out what Zelena did to us…and then we’ll focus on us. All three of us.” Regina slowly nods, trying to take it all in. “Just promise you won’t go.”

“I promise.” A few more tears fall down Regina’s cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.”

#snow queen #snow white #regina mills #mary margaret blanchard #emma swan #ouat #once upon a time

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agataroman · 3 years

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One Moment Changes Everything (Part 2)

A/N: Okay, part 2, enjoy

Pairing: Jackson (GOT7) x Reader

When you must wake up for breakfast because it ends at ten o’clock. After a concert… Never imagined it like this. How I didn’t want to get out of bed.

But then again, I will have breakfast, will return to my room and sleep all day long.

That woke me up a little bit, so I got up and prepared. Almost nobody was having a breakfast (it was 9:30). I had time to order my thoughts. I still couldn’t believe that I saw them. Like… OMG!!!

And I even talked to Jackson Wang. Maybe for less than five minutes, but even that counts. I am happy that I got tickets for fansign too. I felt like I could fly, like gravitation wasn’t working on me.

I decided to stay whole day in my room. I can go explore LA tomorrow, the only free day I have, before I have to go back to my country. When I got back, I just fell on bed fully clothed. I even fell asleep for a moment.

When I woke up I still had some time, so I looked at my Got7Amino. The concert was yesterday, not even 24 hours ago and there were blogs about me and Jackson. My photo was nowhere and I sighed with relieve.

The messages where almost the same. Mostly speculated about us. „How do they know each other?“ „Was that only a fan or someone Jackson knows more?“ And more similar sentences. Luckily nobody knew. I think that after today, someone will know my face. I was little scared about that. What would other ahgases think about me? What if someone found me on SNS?

All those thoughts crossed my mind. But then I thought of Jackson. If he can endure it, so can I. Even if it will take long to get used to it.

I really had nothing to do. Again I played games on phone, because I didn’t want to take my laptop with me… What if I lost it somewhere? Rather not. So I was mostly playing games. Or reading some fanfics. I won’t even tell what fanfics… I would be so embarrassed if anyone knew.

Finally it was time for me to go on fansign. I’ve never been there, so I don’t know how it will go. I dressed and checked if I didn’t forget the ticket and went. It was held near the stadium so I already knew the way.

I didn’t want to come on time, because I wanted to talk to Jackson again and I thought I could do that only after it ends. But I got there only an hour after the start and I had another hour and half. So I found myself a place to sit and I waited. The members didn’t notice me but that didn’t matter.

It was kind of fun. Sometimes it was little under because Got7 had to sign someone the album and didn’t have time to pay us attention. But those funny times, I can’t. One of the cutest things there was when Jackson gave Bambam a piggyback. Also Jaebum put on this silly headband with big leopard ears. Kyaa!!! I couldn’t. When you see it on picture it’s not as powerful as when you see it up-close.

I am telling you. Why does it always end so soon. Like 15 minutes from now, but still. So I stepped up and went for my signing. First I went to Yugyeom. He was in all black and had flowers in his hair. How can such devil look so angelic? Tell me!

„Hello,“ I said.

„Annyeong,“ he replied. I put album on table and he signed it. He didn’t recognize me. Lucky. I wanted to be recognized only by Jackson. And maybe Mark as he saw me already.

„The flowers are pretty,“ I said. He smiled at me.

„Thank you.“ I bowed and went to next person.

Bambam. He is fashion killer! Come on, he is always so perfectly clothed, fully in black like Yugyeom. And he had black cat‘s ears!

Instead of greeting I dabbed… I couldn’t help it. And he dabbed back. Both of us laughed.

„Where you yesterday on concert?“ he asked me.

„Sure thing Bam-oppa,“ I smiled wider.

„I’m really your oppa?“ he couldn’t believe it.

„I’m two years younger.“ He just nodded and signed my album. When I went to next member, Bambam sent me a hand heart!

The next person was Jinyoung. I knew that he heard my conversation with Bambam, he was judging me with his eyes. I just put my finger on my lips, I didn’t want anyone know… yet. We didn’t talk, he just signed album and on the way he gave me high-five.

The forth person in row was Youngjae.

„What’s up!“ his usual greeting.

„Hi,“ I waved. I really couldn’t do anything more. With the flower in his hair he looked so innocent! He smiled at me wide and we handshaked.

The next one was tougher. Im „Chic & Sexy“ Jaebum. And why did he have to have expression like that! I really wanted to fan myself. What a pity he didn’t have the ears anymore. But we know how he is with these kinds of things. He simply waved at me.

„Hi,” I managed weak hello. As I said, I am usually shy in front of people, more likely people I don’t know (personally).

I felt little better with the next person. Our cute visual Mark.

„Hey, you’re the girl from yesterday,” he said. I knew he would recognize me.

„Yep, that’s me.” I smiled.

„How did you even meet?“ Suddenly someone put their arm around my shoulders. I jumped in fear and scremed a little bit. When I turned to see the person, it was Jackson.

„Dammit Jackson, don’t do that! I am even worse than you when scared.”

,,Hey what do you mean by that?“

,,Nothing,“ I said while trying to look innocent.

,,Au, you hurt my feelings,“ he pretended to be hurt.

,,Oh don't cry my little baby,“ I made childish noises. Suddenly Mark started laughing.

,,Be quiet Mark.“

,,Sorry but it was kind of funny. So how did you meet?“

,,Now that's funny story. I was coming for concert when I saw this little lost child. I went to help him and what didn't I saw… It was Jackson,“ I said with laugher.

,,(Y/N),“ Jackson said with dangerous voice. I started to run around the table and Jackson was right behind me. Everyone was definitely watching us now. I looked back to confirm he way still behind me. When I turned back Mark was standing there and I had to stop.

Suddenly Jackson was next to me and he kissed me!! It was on cheek near lips but I froze and no thoughts where coming. I was blank. I couldn’t think! Standing there looking who knows where. Someone was waving their hand in front of my face, but I didn’t pay attention to that.

,,I think we broke her,“ said Jackson. That woke me up.

,,Jackson!“ I shouted. I advanced on him and he was going back. Suddenly he put a mic in front of my mouth.

,,Sing,“ he said. Yeah sure, I thought sarcastically.

,,But I can't sing! Plus I am tone-deaf!“

,,So what?“ OK now I wanted to kill him.

,,Do you want her to sing?“ he asked the audience. Everyone started to shout. Wow thanks guys. Maybe it was the kiss or I don't know, but I thought whatever and took the mic.

,,OK guys I'm gonna try it, but I am telling you, you will be wishing you said no.“ So I decided to sing this one song Genie in a bottle by Dove Cameron. So I started singing.

When I finished everyone started clapping.

,,Wasn't so bad,“ commented Jackson. I blushed. I knew that I sing bad even if I like singing and I sing all the time, but…

,,I am not that good.“

,,You were brilliant!“ Jackson was jumping around me and others where noding.

,,Well thanks guys.“ At this moment a woman came on stage and said GOT7 should say goodbye. Everyone was sad. Again it had to end. Jackson gestured to stay there so I went to the background to wait. I really couldn’t think anymore. So many things happened today that… oh never mind. Suddenly someone was hugging me.

,,I don’t want you to go,“ said Jackson. I think he felt same as me. I was so sad to go away and probably never meeting again. At least not anytime soon. He released me and I saw hope.

,,Give me your phone.“ I took my phone out of a pocket and gave it to him. I didn’t know what he was doing. But he explained it.

,,I will call you as soon as we arrive home.“ My eyes wide-opened. Did he said what he said?

,,OK,“ I said still trying to figure it out. He returned my phone to me and hugged me again. This time Mark came too and other came closer.

,,We're going to miss you,“ said Jackson.

,,Definitely. Yesterday he wouldn't shut up about you,“ said this time Mark.

,,Be quiet Mark.“ Now they really had to go. I released them.

,,I am going to miss you too.“ Tears where coming down my face. Jackson leaned closer and kissed me again on cheek. They than turned and went backstage.

I knew most ahgases stayed there so it will definitely end up on net, but I didn’t care. Right now I was trying not to cry and fall on my knees. To hotel I came like in a dream. Didn’t know how I got into my room. But I didn’t care. I fell on bed and cried myself into sleep.

A/N: part 2 is done, next and last part 3 coming up

Part 1

Part 3

#got7 jackson #got7 #xreader #jacksonxreader #kpop #love #friendship #fanfiction

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 5 years

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Emo and Proud (Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader)

Summary: You decide to give Shinsou some music therapy by encouraging him to sing along with you to vent out your stress and some deeper feelings are revealed.

Hehe one of my headcanons is that Shinsou is a big-time MCR fan, in a way like Misty Day is a fan of Stevie Nicks from American Horror Story :3

BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!

Featuring: Our Favorite Purple Boy!

You sighed as you finished watching Aggretsuko for the 10th time on your phone.

It was such a cute show even with it’s 15 minute episode runtime. That poor little adorable red panda; you wondered if you would ever end up like that someday since you were going to be a pro-hero someday, and it wasn’t exactly a glamorous job for everyone.

If there’s one thing that show taught you, it’s that music is one of the most life-saving outlets to vent out your emotions. And boy was that true, because your music was pretty much one of your sanctuaries that let you feel and express yourself whenever you sang to yourself or just let all your old nostalgia come back to you in the comfort of your room.

But it was time to pull an Aggretsuko and use the power of music to relieve the stress you had been feeling after the Joint Training and training in general. You knew being a hero would be hard work, but damn, your teacher was starting to look more like a slave-driver at this point.

Thankfully, somehow everyone had managed to catch a break since nothing was really going on… yet at least. And to salvage this break, you secluded yourself from your friends, as much as you loved them, sometimes you needed some alone time.

So, you politely declined their invite to the arcade and stood behind in the dorms. Once you were sure that most of them were gone, you set up a TV you had brought since you couldn’t live without a large-enough television and for the movie nights for weekends.

You hooked it up to your phone and grabbed a brush to act as a makeshift microphone from your room and played up an old nostalgic song from the singer who rose up yet again. It’s a good thing nobody was here, because you were really rocking out and banging your head with the guitar solo. Not that you would have cared, but you didn’t care for some of the remarks you would get, especially from that jackass Bakugou or that snarky chick Jirou.

“Try to tell me what I shouldn’t do.You should know by now, I won’t listen to you. Walk around with my hands up in the air, ‘cause I don’t care… ‘Cause I’m alright, I’m fine! Just freak out let it go!”

Dancing a little bit and raising your fist, you sang as loud as you could and really let yourself cut loose, so much that you were oblivious to someone entering the room who had taken the time to pause and stare at you as you danced.

“I’m gonna live my life, I can’t ever run and hide I won’t compromise ‘cause I’ll never know. I’m gonna close my eyes, I can’t watch the time go by. I won’t keep it inside! Freak out let it go! Just freak out let it go!”

You were flailing your arms about, flipping your (H/L) hair as much as you could, shaking your butt as you pumped your fists to get back in tune with your inner Avril. The music was so loud you couldn’t hear the very quiet snickers coming from your audience.

“Gonna freak out let it go! Gonna freak out let it go!”

Banging your head as the final riff ended you threw your arms up vigorously, “WHOO!” You shouted, turning around with a big grin that dramatically and comically fell as soon as you saw the person you had no idea had been watching you just about the whole time…

“OH GOD! H-Hitoshi!!”

Wild purple hair and all, beautiful, tired purple eyes gleaming with such amusement as his lips were lined with a smirk. He slowly brought his hands up to give you a deliberately slow clap.

“Impressive…” Shinsou finally spoke up, his tone sounding casual and low-key as possible but you knew that this was clearly extremely amusing to him as your face involuntarily grew hot.

“How much of that did you hear… and see…?” You shouldn’t have asked that, but you were curious.

“Everything from ‘Try to tell me what I shouldn’t do’.” He answered you and you sighed a bit, shrugging your shoulders with your hands up in defeat.

“I didn’t think anyone else would be here… sometimes you just need time to yourself ya know?” Sighing, you almost felt embarrassed. Shinsou wasn’t even in your class at the beginning and yet you befriended him during the Sports Festival a LOT quicker than you did your own classmates. It all started when you asked for him to be on your team, which shocked the hell out of him since he didn’t even have to brainwash you like he did Ojiro and Aoyama. And from then, you two just clicked and stood in touch.

“I know. That’s why I didn’t go with the rest of the others.” He agreed with your sentiment, which made you actually kind of happy.

Shinsou was a complete introvert, and yet you managed to get through to him due to similar interests in music, especially when you discussed how the two of you were ‘permanently stuck in your emo phases’. And then you knew about his fondness for cats, which you found extremely adorable since you had a soft spot for cats yourself.

Finally, there was your quirks, and you knew all about the prejudice he got from people simply because his Brainwashing quirk gave him the ability to control people. You had gotten somewhat similar flak for your quirk since your quirk also allowed you to control people, except you had control over their bodies and not their minds.

Emo birds of a feather gloomed and listened to MCR together.

The more you two talked, the closer you became. Which is why you were overjoyed when he started training with Aizawa and finally got into the Hero Course with you and your friends.

But the problem was… now that you were closer to him, you had fallen almost hopelessly in love with him. And now you just embarrassed yourself in front of him even though the plan was to have some time for yourself. However, because you liked Shinsou so much, it was always okay for him to be around you; you could relate to him and you never wanted him to feel like he couldn’t be around you.

“Well hey. We can be alone together… you’re one of the very few people who don’t annoy me. And EVERYONE annoys me.” You smiled at him, and he couldn’t help but smile back at you.

“I can say the exact same thing about you.” Shinsou said as he took a seat on the couch, sighing heavily as you frowned a bit and went over to him. He’d been working extra hard since Aizawa took him under his wing, you were sure that he must have been exhausted.

“Dude you need to relax…” You said, setting your brush down and placing your hands on his shoulders that made him freeze ever so slightly from the unexpected touch. But he wouldn’t ever make himself appear flustered in front of you so he kept his cool.

“It’s not easy to relax when you’re constantly working… even on break-days like these…” He muttered a bit as you started to massage his shoulders a bit.

“Yeah but you can still try! You work too hard man… Aizawa’s really been kicking your ass ever since he took you up… I mean yeah it’s awesome that you’re with us now but you need a goddamn break dude…” You said gently despite your language, digging into his shoulder blades as he grunted a bit but then sighed quietly in content with how good your fingers felt on his sore muscles. Muscles he’d been growing ever since he started training that is…

“I might just sleep or something… that’s a smart way to take a break.” He said, but you immediately shut that idea down.

“Ugh, you’re training WITH Aizawa, not training to BE Aizawa, Hitoshi. Sleeping is great, but you know what else is great? Singing~.” You sang that to get your point across but that just served to irk the purple-haired boy even as he let out a small groan when you got another sore spot that helped him ease up a little bit.

He sighed again, “I don’t sing… I’m probably not even good at it…”

“I’m not good at it but I still do it! You ain’t gotta be good at singing to do it, it’s just fun! Plus you get to vent out everything in the lyrics of awesome songs! Avril Lavigne, Evanescence, Good Charlotte, Three Days Grace, Simple Plan, My Chemical Romance!” You exclaimed and listed out some of the many singers that you enjoyed during your emo phase and STILL enjoyed.

Shinsou didn’t flinch, but hearing those names nearly made him perk up since he DID like all of those groups and singers. Especially My Chemical Romance…

“I mean those guys defined our childhood and shaped up the emo phase that we grew up with and loved because we just didn’t give a fuck about anything and just sang the loser anthems that spoke of our existences at the time… It was a time to be alive because it allowed us to say ‘I am emo and I am proud’.” You somewhat dramatically explained and Shinsou gave you a look when you stopped massaging his shoulders and started talking nonsense.

“It’s who we are Hitoshi! We have all these feelings that we need to vent out! And remind people of the times we grew up in! Say it with me! I am emo and I am proud!” You threw your fist in the air, and naturally Shinsou didn’t follow you as he just stared at you.

”Did you watch Aggretsuko again?” He knew you loved singing, but he had a feeling that one of your favorite modern cartoons had something to do with this little idea of ours.

“Yes… yes I have…” You replied to him rather nonchalantly.

“You watch way too much cartoons…” He shook his head, trying his hardest to not smile or snicker at how stupid you sounded.

“Cartoons also defined my childhood because sometimes you needed a break from your emo phase bro… but my point is… just try it. I sang my heart out to Avril and I already feel a ton better! Aggretsuko teaches that and it’s an excellent lesson!’” You threw your hands up cheerfully, but Shinsou just stared at you with his deadpan look.

“Okay, you must have me confused with someone who does embarrassing things without a care in the world.” He snarked, trying to not show that this kinda thing made him feel a little… nervous. Especially with you here. He wasn’t ready to embarrass himself in front of you, not after you had to watch him lose to Midoriya in the Sports Fest.

And he nearly jumped when you suddenly put your arm around him. “Tosh… it’s ME. You know I’d never judge you. I mean you don’t have to… but I’m sure you’d be awesome at it… you’ve sung a few of your emo phase songs to yourself with the door closed whenever you got in one of those ‘fuck the world’ moods haven’t you?” You softly reassured him, giving him a choice even as you asked him a question.

Shinsou willed himself to not blush with how close you were and how you touched him like that, instead focusing on your words as he looked somewhat defeated. “Yes…”

He gave a heavy sigh. As much as he didn’t entirely want to, he couldn’t say no to you, especially when you were trying to just help him relax. Shinsou would only EVER sing for you.

“Okay… I’ll do one. But you’re not allowed to laugh.” Shinsou finally and reluctantly complied and you practically screamed from joy.

“YES!!! Let’s get out Emo on!” You hugged him suddenly , doing a bit of a dance when you finally got your wallflower friend to try this out with you.

So you gladly grabbed your phone to start looking up a selection of songs, as Shinsou sighed again, unable to believe that he was actually doing this. Well, he trusted you, and generally had fun whenever he did things with you. And although you were more energetic than he was at times, he didn’t mind. He enjoyed that you had more zest than he did.

“All right! Here’s one! Take it Toshi!” You suddenly tossed him your hairbrush, and he quickly caught it, giving you a look afterward.

“(Y/N)…” Shinsou was beginning to feel a bit of nerves even though he shouldn’t have, but it got worse when he saw the song you chose.

This was one of his FAVORITE songs.

“No I can’t… I can’t do Gerard any justice…” He muttered a bit self-consciously, but you just shook your head.

“Yes you can! No one’s a bigger fan of Gerard than you are! Now go on! I’m with ya Toshi!” You smiled wide at him to ease him up, and you took the floor when the song immediately started up

“Long ago, just like the hearse, you die to get in again… we are so far from you…”

Deliberately, you whispered that last part to imitate how the song went, and looked right at Shinsou to cue him to go next. He appeared unsure for a bit, until he took a quick breath.

“Burning on, just like a match you strike to incinerate… the lives of everyone you know! And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break… And like a blade you stain, well, I’ve been holding on tonight…!”

You nearly jumped as soon as THAT voice came out of Shinsou’s mouth. So much energy and passion as he became MUCH more expressive as he sang the song. His singing voice a lot louder and emotional than his speaking one, and yet there was something haunting and tortured about his voice too. It was beautiful…

However, Shinsou suddenly became more adorable in your eyes as he clutched the hairbrush close to him as he sung and and waved his arm about, as if to follow the way Gerard moved and sung in the music video.

As he sung, at that moment he remembered that you were here as soon as he saw your wide (E/C) eyes and agape mouth. You saw his cheeks beginning to redden as he nearly halted in the verse but you shook your head vigorously, wanting to encourage him to keep going!

“What’s the worst that I could say?”

“Things are better if I stay! So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight~!“

You jumped in, singing the first part before bringing your hairbrush over to Shinsou, and he gladly sang the rest along with you. Although you had to whoop when Shinsou got into it, running a hand through his wild hair and following Gerard’s every move from the video.

Crazy, passionate expression and everything and making the same hand gestures and you couldn’t help but dance just as wild as the dancers did and some air guitar, following Shinsou’s rhythm.

“Came a time when every star fall brought you to tears again… we are the very hurt you sold. And what’s the worst you take from every heart you break… And like a blade you stain, well, I’ve been holding on tonight…!”

“What’s the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay! So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight~! Well, if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay… So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight…!”

Encouraged, by your enthusiasm, Shinsou got on his knees as he sung the chorus with the loudest voice you had ever heard from him. Although he stood back up a little dramatically when the last bridge came.

He took your hand gently, pulling you in closer as he continued to sing, in a softer, almost whispery voice.

“Can you hear me…?”

“Are you near me…?”

Shinsou looked you right in the eyes, purple eyes luring your (E/C) eyes in an almost intimate moment as your cheeks flushed pink. It felt like this was just for you, and Shinsou made sure of it as he gently pressed his forehead against yours. Silently telling you that this was for you, and that only you could see him bear his soul like this.

You quietly gasped, for a moment you nearly felt like you were in his control because of how his voice just captivated you. But feeling extremely relaxed and yet fluttery with joy as you giggled a bit. When he pulled away, you saw his own face become bashfully flushed as you grinned when he started to sing again.

“Can we pretend to leave and then…”

“We’ll meet again, when both our cars collide!”

While Shinsou sung, you followed his lead, widening your eyes dramatically and pretending to fall backwards like the girl in the video as the chorus came.

“What’s the worst that I could say? Things are better if I stay! So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight~! Well, if you carry on this way, things are better if I stay…So long and goodnight, So long and goodnight…!”

Feeling more invigorated than ever before, Shinsou sang the chorus a little louder, yet still on-key as put his hand over his heart and bore the rest of his soul out.

And when he finished the song, he promptly dropped your hairbrush and you threw both your hands up in the air. “WHOOOO!! That’s my Toshi!” You practically screamed, almost like a fangirl as you quickly threw yourself into him, hugging him tightly and jumping a little bit as Shinsou’s eyes grew slightly wide and he felt his face heating up a bit. He was confident during the song, but now his bashfulness came back.

“That was AWESOME! I didn’t even know you could sing!”

Shinsou really hated his pale skin sometimes, because now he couldn’t hide how much he was blushing from all of your praise.

“I don’t do it much… just in private… I don’t think I’m that good…” He normally wasn’t timid, but you were complimenting him so much and he wasn’t used to that kind of praise. He liked it a lot though, it just made him feel kind of nervous, and yet validated.

“Well you freakin’ ROCKED dude! You totally did Gerard justice!” You continued the compliments, adoring just how red Shinsou was turning as he rubbed the back of his neck and coyly grinned.

“You’re just saying that…” He mumbled a little bit, and for once he flinched when he felt lips pecking his already hot cheek as you giggled and blushed, shaking your head.

“Nope! I mean it… and… I mean it when I say this but… Hitoshi… I think… no… I know… I uh… I like you… not even that… I like-like you…” There you said it, you finally admitted your feelings for the guy. You were a little unsure, but that song and seeing him unleash the soul you fell in love with just brought out the rest of your feelings for him.

Shinsou was taken by surprise. Nothing fazed him that much, but for once he was taken aback, his purple eyes wide and his expression that one of surprise and disbelief. He’s NEVER had this happen to him before. No one’s ever like-liked him before.

“W-What?” He didn’t mean to stutter, but he couldn’t really help it.

“Hee-hee… I’m in love with you…” Giggling shyly, your cheeks began to darken, “Don’t make me say it again, my heart’s like, beating out of my chest…” You shyly said, and although Shinsou was still blushing, he started to smirk a little bit when he saw just how flushed you were. He knew you weren’t lying, but he was still amazed that SOMEONE actually like-liked him. And yet he was also overjoyed that someone he felt close to and actually liked, like-liked him. And if he was being honest, he like-liked you too.

“Well... I actually like-like you too... you’re the only person I think I completely trust.” He admitted, still giving you his little smile. Shinsou wasn’t lying, he’d never show anyone what a dork he could be, except for you. Because you were just as big an emo dork as he was. You were his dork, and he was your dork.

Your eyes went huge and you blushed heavily when he... reciprocated your feelings?! Was this for real? It had to be. Shinsou never lied to you, he layed jokes on you sometimes, but this wasn’t one of them...

“For real...?”

“Yes. You’re a complete dork. But... you’re my dork.” Shinsou finally admitted, it wouldn’t be a common thing, but he had to get that across to you just so you wouldn’t faint from how red you were. And he almost jumped when you screamed and hugged him again, very much like a fangirl almost.

“AHHHH! You know it! And you’re MY dork too!” You happily exclaimed, hugging him tightly as Shinsou sighed a little bit, but found it in him to hug you back with a little smile.

He’d never say it to anyone, but he loved his dork.

~~~Bonus Ending~~~

"We are not alone..." You suddenly perked up where you hugged Shinsou, and he sensed that too. Somebody else was around, and probably eavesdropping on the two of you. "I think I know who." He said lowly, albeit he wasn't entirely bothered; he wasn't happy, but he wasn't bothered either since this person was your friend.

"Ohhhh..." Giggling, you figured out who it was based on that alone. "Hey! Tokoyami! Come out dude I know you're hiding back there." You blatantly called him out, but of course Tokoyami himself didn't reply from the corner.

"No we're not!" Dark Shadow replied for him, and you could hear Tokoyami's annoyed, deep sigh.

"My apologies. It wasn't my intention to eavesdrop..." The crow-headed boy slowly came out of hiding as you waved to him, while Shinsou looked mildly annoyed, having assumed that you were his only audience.

"Oh really? Heh... let me guess... did you hear the song?" You raised a brow, as much as you could at least and Tokoyami looked downwards, almost as if he were a little embarrassed even though you knew he had the same tastes in music you and Shinsou did.

"Yes... I did. It was very impressive. Like Gerard Way was reawakened from his slumber." He somewhat dramatically said as you smiled wide and giggled, patting Shinsou on the back happily. "I know right?! See Tosh! You're AWESOME! And Tokoyami here is one of us! Let's let him hang with us!" You cheerfully suggested, which just annoyed Shinsou even more. However, Tokoyami was pretty harmless and didn't seem to have a thing for you. Even if he did, it was too late because you were his now.

"Okay. I don't see the harm." Shinsou shrugged his shoulders as you happily clapped your hands. "Ahaha! Tokoyami! Hope ya don't mind singing!" That made the similarly emo boy perk up ever so slightly. He didn't plan on singing...

"I'm not a singer." Tokoyami quickly replied. Much like Shinsou, he wasn't entirely willing to show off because he doubted his abilities, but you weren't going to let him feel so insecure as you started the next song.

"You will be!" You smirked, winking at Shinsou as you immediately started to sing the first lyrics. A song you knew no true emo like Tokoyami could ever resist.

"Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor and I can't help but to hear. No, I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words~."

You got into it and picked your head up as soon as you sang the first part, running a hand through hair as you sang in your hairbrush, not so subtly flirting with Shinsou as he couldn't help but smirk as you gave him your brush to let him take the next part.

"What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding, says a bridesmaid to a waiter, and, yes, but what a shame, what a shame the poor groom's bride is a whore."

Shinsou gladly sung, which surprised you a little bit because he was more comfortable when it was only you. And he was, but he knew that you and Tokoyami were just friends, even if the guy liked you it was too late. You were all his now. Still, he would let the fellow emo join in since he was very like-minded and wouldn't judge you both. However, you both just made him feel a little nervous, it didn't help when you gave him the hairbrush...

But Tokoyami knew this song by heart. Every lyric, every rhythm...

He couldn't help it.

"I chime in with a 'Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?' No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality!”

Now you and Shinsou were shocked, both of your eyes growing wide when the ever-so-stoic, dark prince-y bird boy Tokoyami, of ALL people, actually singing with an almost uncharacteristic enthusiasm as he held onto the hairbrush you gave him and sung into it.

But you couldn't help but smile wide, glancing at Shinsou as he shrugged with a small smile. The bird was shocking pretty good too. Might as well join in.

"I chime in with a 'Haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!' No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of... poise and rationality! Again..."

Following Tokoyami's lead, you and Shinsou acted as his back-up singers by singing the chorus with him and you provided the crazy dances as the three of you vigorously rocked out.

Emo and proud.

~~~Extra Bonus Ending~~~

Meanwhile downstairs...

"Man it sounds like they're having fun up there..." Kirishima and the rest of the 'Bakusquad' had returned to Heights Alliance early, and you had pretty much put your music on full blast once you hooked it up to the TV. And didn't count on anyone coming back so quick...

"I kinda wanna go up and join em!" Kaminari was getting into the music he was hearing through the walls. "YEAH! Let's go and party with those guys!" Mina would never say no to cutting lose and dancing to awesome music.

"I'm sure (Y/N) will let us. Most of us..." Sero shrugged his shoulders with his casual smile, having known you fairly well but he wasn't so sure you would let ALL of them hang out since you and Bakugou never really entirely got along.

"Amateurs..." Bakugou muttered under his breath as he marched upstairs to go to the floor you were occupying. You were being WAY too damn loud, but at that moment he decided he'd show you how a REAL singer sings My Chemical Romance.

SO LONG AND GOOD NIGHT TUMBLR!!!!

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Part 2

Italics are your thoughts as the lead actress during filming and same goes with the male lead. Bold italics are your thoughts as you, the reader. This system is only when you are playing as an actress.

GIF IS NOT MINE. CREDITS TO ITS ORIGINAL OWNER.

The next day, you’re at the location of your drama. Its a mansion located in the outskirts of Seoul called The Estate. Its your first shoot with your male lead whom you haven’t met. Even during the script reading and meetings, you haven’t seen him. Your manager Sooyeon said that its the director Lee Hwangsoo’s method of making sure that the lead actors, especially in romance dramas, give authentic acting during the first meeting. Sooyeon has no idea who the male lead is as well and needless to say, you’re a nervous wreck. Could it be Park Bogum? He’s always been your celebrity crush. You giggle at the thought of him being the male lead. What are the odds, really?

Then, one of the cameramen called you and said that its time to film. You replied with an enthusiastic “yes” before following him out of the trailer. The main scriptwriter gave you few pointers before you got inside the car — one of the dramas’ props — and wait for the director to say action.

Moments later, once the staff finishes last minute prop checking, the director yells action and you start getting into character.

You stare at the mansion in amazement. As you park the car, you look at the message in your phone. “He’s filthy rich.” You mutter, turning off the engine of the car and then stepping out. “Why do bastards always get the nice things?” You scowl, shaking your head as you make your way to the main entrance of the mansion.

You press the doorbell, the sound echoing throughout the secluded area. When a few minutes pass by and there is no answer, you press it again. “Am I at the wrong house?” You ask yourself, looking at the address on your phone. “I’m pretty sure this is it.” You press the door bell once again. If no one answers, you thought as you wait in front of the doors, then you’re just going to go. But someone did and he’s not happy about it.

You gasp, taking a step back in surprise. You know this person. You saw him at Mino’s party. One, that’s his name. He’s my leading man?!

He looks just as stunned as you but his expression changes and you remember that you're filming right now.

“Get out of my property.” He hisses at you.

“Yah, don’t be rude. I’m here to start on my first day.” You reply, remembering your lines and giving him a hard, annoyed look.

“You’re fired.” He shrugs nonchalantly before slamming the door shut in your face.

You scoff in disbelief. “Jerk.” You mutter before leaving. You might be in dire need of money but you sure as hell won’t work for someone like him.

The shoot wraps up for the day. You said good bye to your co-workers and the staff, telling them they worked hard and that you’ll be seeing them next shoot. Sooyeon and you are busy packing your belongings inside the trailer when a knock appears on the door. Sooyeon says that she got it and you nod, continuing to pack your stuff. “Oh hi, Jaewon. Come inside.” You hear Sooyeon say.

Jaewon? Who is Jaewon? You ask yourself in confusion. Then, you turn around and sees your leading man. You jump in surprise — what’s he doing here? He smiles at you and you could not help but to smile and maybe blush a little. He’s freaking handsome! “We haven’t been properly introduced. My name is Jung Jaewon but you met me as One during Mino hyung’s party.”

You nod, shaking his hand. “Ah, yes. I’m Y/N, its nice to formally meet you.”

“I was surprised when I saw you earlier. I wasn’t expecting you to be the female lead.” He chuckles and you see Sooyeon giving you a teasing smile before leaving the trailer.

“Same here,” You reply. “Would you like something to drink? Banana milk?” You offer, opening your mini fridge on the corner.

“Sure, thank you, Y/N.” He says and you nod, grabbing one of your banana milk and straw inside the fridge. Then, you walk over to him and hand it.

“Oh where are my manners? Please sit down and make yourself comfortable, Jaewon.” You strangely feel comfortable around him which is saying a lot as you are such an awkward person during first meetings.

Jaewon nods, sitting down on the small couch beside the fridge and sips his banana milk. You hold back a giggle as you watch him. He looks at you with that charming smile and you flush in embarrassment. “What is it?”

You shake your head, sitting down on the make up chair behind you. “Nothing. Its just — you’re this cool, swaggy rapper and here you are, drinking banana milk. Its a cute contradiction.”

He grins and dear god, how can someone be that adorable?! You’re practically cooing over him now. “I’ll take that as a compliment, Ms. Nation’s Sweetheart.”

You really enjoy his company. He doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable (unlike a certain someone) and he seems like a nice guy. “I look forward in working with you for the next few months, Y/N. I hope we can be friends.”

You nod, “Of course. I look forward to it too.” He’s definitely nothing like his character in the drama.

Just then, the door to your trailer opens and you almost choke on your own saliva when you see who it is. “What are you doing here?” You ask Kim Hanbin with your eyes wide and mouth agape.

Hanbin stares at you then his eyes wander over to Jaewon who is smiling kindly at him. He, however, raises his eyebrow. “Hyung, what are you doing here?”

“We’re the lead actors in the drama I told you guys about. You two know each other?” Jaewon asks, sipping his banana milk and looking between you and Hanbin.

Of course they know each other. They’re from the same company! You mentally groan. Hanbin only nods. “Hyung, can you give us a moment?”

You panic as Jaewon nods, smiling at you and then walking over to ruffle your hair. You feel your heart beat increase rapidly. “I’ll see you on the next shoot, Y/N!”

You want to tell him to stay but Jaewon leaves, patting Hanbin’s shoulder on the way out. When the door closes, you feel unsettled. This is going to be the first time since that night that you’re ‘alone’ with Hanbin. “I can’t believe this. You’re hyung’s leading lady?! Since when did you act?”

Why is he so mad? You furrow your eyebrows together. “Hanbin, I really don’t understand what’s your deal. Why are you here?” You can’t believe you’re still being kind.

“Because, sweetheart, I like you and I really don’t like other people being so close to you. Especially my friends.” Hanbin says like its the most normal, nonchalant and mundane thing in the world.

You feel mortified for some reason. “What? Are you insane?!” You exclaim.

“Insane, crazy, lunatic, psycho — I heard them all, sweetheart,” Hanbin walks as he speaks and you, instinctively, back away until your back hits the wall of the trailer and he has you trapped in his arms. He smells of cigarettes once more. “I like you and I like the fire between us. I want to add more fuel to it.”

You pale. “I-I’m not going to date you!” You squeak when he leans forward. You tilt your head to the side.

“I didn’t ask.” He chuckles.

“Can you please step away? You’re invading my personal space.” You say quietly.

Thankfully, Hanbin obliges. “Let’s go. I’m starving.”

“Hanbin, no, I can’t,” You sigh in exasperation. “I have a schedule tomorrow.”

“I already told your manager about it, baby girl.” He replies nonchalantly.

Your eyes widen at the new endearment. Hanbin smirks at your reaction. “Everyone in this country calls you ‘sweetheart’ and I don’t like that. I want to be unique.”

“Just call me by name, Hanbin, seriously. These... names are making me uncomfortable.” You tell him with a frown.

“We’ll see, baby girl. Now come on.” Then, he grabs your arm and you sigh in defeat. Its just dinner, you tell yourself, how bad could it be?

Bad doesn’t even justify what is happening. Its the worst. Its a catastrophe in the idol world. Kim Hanbin, the rising musical prodigy, is in a fist fight with older men and no matter how much you try to pry them off of him, its no use. You only got pushed on the ground and Hanbin only got more furious. You groan in pain, holding onto your leg. When one of the older men pushed you on the ground, you twisted your ankle and the pain shot through your leg. Hanbin curses, punches and kicks — but he’s outnumbered.

Then finally, the staff inside the restaurant manages to pry them off of one another. An older lady helps me on my feet. “Fuck you!” Hanbin screams in fury. He’s drunk and bloody and in a public place with many astonished faces looking at him and you.

This is the worst night of your life, so far. You never harbored hatred ever in your life but right now, at this moment, you hate Kim Hanbin so much.

The owners of the restaurant were kind enough to treat Hanbin’s bruises and your twisted ankle. Once they finished, you bowed deeply at them while thanking them. “Try to stay away from fights, son, you’re not just another person. You have the entire country looking down at you.” The older lady told Hanbin. He only nodded then grabbed your hand — you didn’t even protest — and you left. Currently, you’re inside his manager’s car. On the way to the restaurant, he told you little anecdotes and one of them was that they were not allowed to have cars of their own.

You’re just quiet beside Hanbin, still fuming. You have never felt like this before. You have never felt this mad and angry at someone. Just when the rumors of you and Hanbin dating started dying down, this just needs to happen. You don’t even need to check SNS to know that you and Hanbin are probably trending right now.

Your hunch is proven right when your phone rings and Sooyeon’s name flashes on the screen. You take a deep breath and you see Hanbin glance at you. You ignore him and answer the call. “Are you okay? Oh my god, Y/N, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have allowed Hanbin to take you out. Where are you right now? Jung oppa and I are on the way to get you.”

“Unnie, I’m fine. I’m on my way home.” You reply with a sigh.

“Is Hanbin with you? Or did you take a cab?” Sooyeon asks further.

��Hanbin is with me.” You reply, rubbing your temples.

That triggers Sooyeon and you already muted her the moment you heard ‘fucking prick’ leave her mouth. “... I’ll see you at home, okay? Y/N, please don’t let Hanbin get you any more trouble. The company is now speaking with YG.”

“Yes, unnie. I understand. Good bye.” You hang up, sighing deeply.

“Its not as bad as it seems, baby girl. It will blow off after a few days.” Hanbin tells you with a chuckle. You don’t know if its his drunken state or he just really finds the situation humorous. Either way, you are extremely pissed.

“Look, Kim Hanbin, if for you this is all one big fat joke then for me its not. Do you not care about your career? Why do you always act so recklessly? Yes, I know about your previous fights, Hanbin. Everyone does. If you wanna ruin your career, then do it on your own. Don’t drag me into it.”

By the end of your rant, you’re breathing heavily and frowning. Hanbin doesn’t respond but you notice that his grip on the steering wheel tightens, knuckles turning white. He swerves on the side, parking it. You swallow the lump in your throat as he faces you. “Baby girl,” He says, his tone lower than usual. “Don’t worry about a thing, okay? I will always protect you over anyone and anything else. And that includes myself.”

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