Seeing both Phichit's and Chris' now, I have to ask about Viktor's top ten Instagram posts! :D
Viktors 10 most liked pics on social media? :D ♡
Viktor’s Top Ten Most Liked Videos/Pictures To Date:
1) Underwear model photoshoot. That’s all I’m saying
2) The most adorable picture of him and Makkachin that made everyone’s heart’s explode
3) A podium selfie he took of him and Chris and Yuuri in the background while Yuuri’s wasn’t looking
A clip from an advert that Viktor did for a brand he sponsors. Literally no-one cared about the brand, they cared that Viktor spent the entire ad either with water being poured on him (aesthetically) or with his shirt off while skating, all in black and white and very pretty to watch. It has been featured in a significant number of people’s sexual fantasies, including teenage Yuuri’s.
5) A picture of his medal collection/trophy shelf that he posted in retaliation to someone saying ‘he hasn’t even won that much anyway’. (Hint - it’s really freaking big)
6) A selfie of him and Chris on a road trip taken by him, while driving, along a road by a cliff that drops into the sea. It’s only so popluar because most people thought it was going to be the last photo of him they ever saw
7) A video of his world record breaking Free Skate (Belle)
8) A picture of him and Yuuri on the podium taken from old news footage the first time they shared the podium together for a #throwbackthursday. It’s popular because it’s from the same video where Yuuri was caught glaring at Viktor and the rivalry officially started
9) The picture of the view from the hotel room window with the jacket that might or might not be Yuuri’s in it
10) The picture of his medal from the time he won gold and his title back from Yuuri in chapter 9
+ most popular of all time) Now that would be spoiling it ;) But it involves Yuuri and it broke the internet
Request: Can i request where you and shawn break up but only for a couple hours then you make up? (Make up sex HAHAHA) thankss
Word count: 2,957
Running Low (Smut)
lying in the silent hotel room, looking out at the dark sky from the window
beside the bed. Your legs were curled up underneath you, as you were hugging
yourself tightly. Maybe, it would help put the broken pieces inside you back
still running down your sore cheeks, but you weren’t exactly sobbing anymore.
They just quietly ran down, you barely even noticed them any longer.
Bound to Happen (Part 6), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: I feel like I never made this super clear - but this is not a recreation of The West Wing. It is heavily inspired by it, yes, but they are not White House staffers and it doesn’t follow the exact same story line. Just wanted to clear any confusion! I thought sticking them into an AU was too constricting.
Warnings: As always, a slow burn. Cursing. This chapter is modeled after the Gaza car explosion episode, so be warned.
“I can barely go one night without you here, I don’t know how I’ll go an entire week.” Lin collapsed into his dressing room couch.
“Do you want a West End production of In the Heights or not?” You shot back, gaining a huff from him.
You were leaving the next morning to join a select group in early negotiations to put Lin’s show up in London. They were very early negotiations, which is why you were tagging along.
Lin had insisted months ago - when the trip was a distant thing in the future and he thought you would deserve a vacation. ‘You’ve been with this show as long as I have, just make sure Usnavi’s not white and we’ve got a West End production!’ was his stellar reasoning.
Now that the trip was in twelve hours, he was having second thoughts.
“Just, have fun and tan!” He insisted as places were called.
“It’s London!” You reminded him as his cap was secured snugly on his head.
It was two in the morning when Lin got the call. He grumbled when Tommy flashed across the screen. Probably still adjusting to time zones and didn’t think before dialing, Lin reasoned as he rejected the call and stuffed his face back into the pillows.
He called three more times before Lin finally gave in.
“It is dark as shit out, Tommy.” Lin sneered, arm reaching blindly to flick on his bedside lamp.
“It’s Y/N.” Tommy was crying.
Lin spent the next few hours on the phone with various doctors and anyone who was in the group.
A car accident. Lin sent you to London and you were half-dead from a car accident.
“They’re not really telling us anything. We’re not family and we’re in a different country-”
“It’s okay, Tommy. They told me enough.” Breathed Lin, who, after four hours now, was still curled up on his bed. The only visible change was the sunlight peeking in from the window.
“We’re all heading back to the hotel. We’ll keep you updated.”
Lin hung up before Tommy could start another grieving session, as if there was no hope.
Despite what everyone anticipated, Lin was at the theater that night, pleading with anyone that would listen that he was going on tonight even if he had to scream the lyrics without a mic on.
“Either get me a mic, or get the fuck out of my way-” He was taking it out on a poor stage hand whose name he couldn’t remember when he felt a harsh tug at the collar of his shirt.
“Take it easy, man.” Chris was at his side as Lin’s body shook with sobs. The stage hand scampered away, “Hey-”
Lin was struggling to catch his breath, panting as his lungs worked to catch up with the devastation.
“I sent her there.”
“Don’t start with that shit.”
Lin wanted to snap again because he did send you and it was his fault and instead of being greeted this morning with your coffee and a scolding from Karen, all he received was thirty solemn faces that couldn’t look him in the eyes.
“If there’s somewhere else you’d rather be right now-” Chris offered, giving him permission to do exactly what he had wanted to this morning, “I think we’d all understand.”
“Thanks.” Lin whispered, striding towards the door. By the time he was in the street, he was sprinting back towards his apartment, racking his brain for how long a flight from New York to London was.
Lin expected the booth to be empty - the meeting with the artistic directors of the theater didn’t start for another ten minutes, but he always liked to show up a bit early.
A head start.
To his surprise, the door was open and the lights were on. And there you were.
Humming to yourself, you twirled around the room effortlessly. You were making copies and highlighting important sections of the script and brewing coffee at the same time.
He was in love.
“Uh, hello?” Lin called, standing in the doorway and wondering if he was intruding. You spun and met him with a grin.
“Hi.” He continued to stare, “Oh! I’m Y/N. I’m working on this show by uh-” You glanced down at the script, “Lin-Manuel Miranda. Who are you?”
“Lin-Manuel Miranda.” He smiled lightly, wondering how this multitasking scatterbrained girl was now working on his show.
“Of course I knew that!” You certainly didn’t, “I’m your assistant. Well, technically I’m an intern but I feel like that’s such a high-school job title so-”
“Assistant it is.” Lin agreed, slinging his bag off his shoulder and taking a spot at the table you were currently setting up.
“Glad we’re on the same page.” You nodded as you continued your impromptu dance around the room - checking that the presentation was set up properly, that the pages were in order and the coffee was on the right track, “I like your show, by the way.”
“Remember I said that when you’re looking for an assistant when this thing hits Broadway.”
Lin laughed lightly as he flipped to the first page of your copy of the script. Hastily scribbled in the margins were notes.
Start with talking to the audience to reassure them. This is a show for them even if they know nothing about Washington Heights.
Lin’s first stop was the hospital - where he had to fight doctors to get to you. He still hadn’t showered and was in the same clothes from when he left the theater.
He probably looked like the messiest, most frantic guest they’d ever had in their waiting room, but he crossed an ocean to be there. He was getting into that room.
Finally, he was in contact with a doctor that understood the circumstances and was willing to take the time to explain the situation and treatment plan - a lot of which made Lin queasy.
“Do you want to see her?”
Lin was ushered to a brightly lit hallway. He had never been in an ICU before and it was just as terrifying as he imagined it to be.
“We don’t expect her to come to anytime soon - but you can go in if you’d like.” The doctor offered. She turned the corner and led him to your room. The door was slightly jar, and she pushed it further open.
“You said she’d-”
“-be just fine if everything goes according to plan, yes. A few months of physical therapy for the leg. Frequent check-ups on the lung. Nothing too strenuous.” She confirmed.
You didn’t look like someone that would be just fine. Lin tip-toed into the room. The tubes and machines and beeping was all too overwhelming for his brain to comprehend and suddenly the nausea was catching up to him.
He doubled over at the sight of you, bruised and bandaged and the tears he had been holding in on the plane were spilling here.
The doctor left with a courteous farewell and a reminder that she would be available for questions before closing the door behind her.
It took him twenty minutes to work up the courage to pull the chair up next to your bed. It took another ten for his hand to find yours.
The next two days were spent in that chair. He set up a writing station by your side, the constant click of his notebook the only thing able to drown out the beeping of the machines. He hotel was used for the shower and its continental breakfast and never for sleep.
He has halfway through tearing apart a lyric when he felt your bed shift. He yanked his earbuds out by the chord, slamming his laptop shut and set it on the floor. He sat up, eyes locked on your face as your eyes clenched in pain.
He wasn’t sure he heard it. Maybe his mind was playing tricks and you were still fast asleep with the help of very heavy drugs.
“Lin.” Your hand was moving now, trembling as you reached for something blindly.
Your eyes wavered open, lids heavy as you took in the speckled ceiling.
“Lin.” His hand was in yours again, and he was out of his chair in a second.
“Hey.” His voice was quiet as it wavered.”You’re okay.”
“You’re here.” Your voice cracked from under use, your throat screaming for water.
“Of course I’m here.” He smiled reassuringly, trying to keep your eyes open and on him. He never wanted to see your eyes on anything but him again.
“It’s not your fault.” You mumbled, barely decipherable.
A nurse bustled in with a jug of water and instructions from the doctor. A remote was shoved into your hand for whenever the pain became unbearable. You immediately clicked it three times.
“It only works the first time, I think.” Lin breathed a half-assed laugh, trying to keep the mood light in the presence of the nurse.
“It’s not your fault.” You repeated firmly, hand trying to brush away the nurse as she moved to take blood. “Say it.”
“It’s not my fault.” Lin said, but didn’t believe.
You let the nurse go about her business for the moment, eventually leaving with the promise of food upon her return. You weren’t hungry. Lin’s hands were on your blankets, pulling it up so it would cover your shoulders.
“Is everyone else-”
“They’re all fine.” He promised, pushing a stray hair behind your ear. “They want you to get better.”
“They just want to put me back to work.” You grumbled, voice dipping as you settled back into bed. “I’m irreplaceable.” You smiled, wanting to see it mirrored on Lin’s face - fighting the sleep that threatened to overcome you again.
“Yeah.” He agreed, but you had already dozed off, “Irreplaceable.”
Summary: For years you’ve known you were Finn’s so why haven’t you ever said anything?
This is 2704 words of soulmate/soulmark au because every fandom needs its soul!fics
You’re messing around in the ring with Sami like you guys used to do in PWG. Just flying around and showing off even though it’s only to each other. You’d really missed just goofing around with your buddy and you’ve been having a blast. So much so that you haven’t noticed the adhesive patch that usually covers your soulmark is now lying somewhere by one of the turnbuckles. So when you’re done and you’re both lying on the mat panting, you don’t think anything of star fishing out, arms akimbo, just getting your breath back.
summary: “I’ll stay by your side until you get tired of me.” Well then, forever is a long time.
word count: 1,986
Dating an idol was hard, but you’ve learned to deal with it after dating Jungkook for over a year now. One of the hardest things was when he had to go on tour and be away from you from numbers of days. Being able to go on tour with Jungkook was a chance that you’d get once in a very long time (maybe even a lifetime), seeing that he was in a secret relationship that the fans did not know of. The only people who knew were his members, the managers, his company. However, the company doesn’t really approve the relationship that he has with you, thinking that it brings on a bad spotlight to the band. Even with that, he insisted that he would stay together with you because he loved you and nothing could ever keep them apart or change that.
“Are you excited?” Jungkook asked as he looked at you with loving eyes.
Nodding excitedly, you grabbed his hand and leaned against his shoulder. They were currently sitting in the airport near the gate with the other members and staff. With their “disguises”, none of the fans could tell who they were so it was okay for them to show skinship.
“I can’t believe that I am finally able to go on tour with you! It reassures me in some way since I am able to be with you and I don’t have to fear being attacked or stalked by sasaeng fans.” You said as you lifted your head off of his shoulder and smiled at him. “Thank you for convincing your manager and boss to let me go.”
“Anytime. Get your stuff, we are boarding in a few minutes.”
Standing up and grabbing your bag, you grabbed Jungkook’s hand and followed the others as they waited near the gate to get checked in and on the airplane.
Adjusting the strap of your duffel bag, you led Jungkook to give the attendant their tickets, with the rest of Bangtan and the staff right behind them. As you made your way towards their shared seats, you tried reaching up to place their bags in the storage space that was provided above the seats. It was entertaining to Jungkook, seeing his girlfriend go on her tippy-toes to try and push their bag further inside the cabinet.
Jungkook stood behind you and pushed it for you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to your temple. He placed his head on your shoulder and pushed you into your shared row lightly so that they wouldn’t block the way.
“You’re so cute~, jagiya.” Jungkook said as he pulled away and set down his small bag under the seat in front of him. “Sit Ari. You don’t wanna stand there the entire time.”
You let out a light laugh and sat down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder and pushed the bag in for you before wrapping his arms around her waist and pressed a kiss against the side of your temple.
“Don’t be scared, jag,” Jungkook said as he grasped your hand. “We won’t crash or anything. Promise.”
You gave him a soft smile and waited as the other passengers began to board. As they were getting ready to take off, you subconsciously took hold of Jungkook’s hand and grasped it tightly. Looking out the window, you watched as the plane began to move to the runway, preparing to take off. As the plan began to rise from the ground, you looked away from the window and laid your head on Jungkook’s shoulder. Taking deep breaths, you tried to calm yourself while repeatedly saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay” in your head.
Once they were finally in the air, thousands of feet above the ground and sea, you began to relax a tiny bit. Listening to music with Jungkook while sharing earphones with him, having him practically be your pillow, and just being in his presence made up for all of those nights when he’s come home late. It also made you fall in love with him all over again.
Spending hours on the plane wasn’t so bad and it passed by quickly. Once the plane had landed in the lands of Japan and had halted to a complete stop, You stretched your legs a little, waiting to let the other passengers off the plane before getting your bags from the storage above them. Making your way down the aisle of the plane and through the terminal, you took a breath of Japan’s fresh air for the first time.
As you walked out, you were greeted with the screams and squeals of the fangirls who were guarded by police and bodyguards. You knew you had to walk out to the car first so you wouldn’t be caught and expose your relationship. Slipping your sunglasses on, you quickly walked to the black vans that were parked in front of the airport and got in the car, after placing your luggage in the back of the car.
You knew that the fangirls wouldn’t have noticed you getting in the car since they were too busy gushing over the fact that they were about to see BTS right in front of them. As you sat down, you made sure your face was covered, just in case, and waited patiently for the others to get here.
Suddenly, the screams got louder from inside the airport which then rippled off the crowd outside. You flinched slightly by the sudden change of the volume of noise. As you turned your head to look out of the window, you could see the boys as they made their ways to the cars with the fans being pushed back so that they would have enough space to breathe.
You ducked down in the car as soon as the car door opened so you wouldn’t be seen as the fans attention drifted towards the car of where the boys were now loading into. Taehyung was the first one to get in. He sat in the back next to the window, while Jungkook sat in the middle of the both of you, successfully blocking you from the fans’ sharp eyes. Waiting until the car started to drive off to the destination of the hotel, you slowly sat up and pushed your sunglasses onto the top of your head.
“Do you think that we’ll be able to go explore today?” J-Hope asked.
One of their managers, who was currently driving the car, nodded slightly saying that they’d be able to rest and explore for today only before their schedule started the next day.
The members smiled and started to talk among themselves as they started to plan what they were going to do once they’ve reached the hotel and had finally been set free to have the rest of the days to themselves. Jungkook, however, he took your hand in his and laid his head on your shoulder.
“Let’s stay at the hotel and relax, okay? I bet you feel really jet-lagged too so you can have time to rest. We can go out tomorrow.” Jungkook said, tilting his head up to take a good look at your face.
Giving him a small smile, you nodded. “Alright, let’s do that. We can out and explore tomorrow.”
Jungkook grinned and snuggled closer you, entwining his fingers with yours. You laid your head on top of his and turned your head to the side slightly, pressing a soft kiss on his head.
As the hotel came into view, you hesitantly detached yourself from Jungkook, who was sleeping on your shoulder. Shaking his shoulder lightly, the both you of exited the car and got your luggage, making your way towards the entrance of the hotel.
The hotel was fancy. The lobby floor was marble with chandeliers that hung from the ceiling. Everything was mostly white with a hint of gold and silver, here and there. The price of eight nights must’ve been expensive compared to the other hotels that the members had stayed at. Everything was so fancy that it made you feel somewhat out of place. After all, you started as a fan who was lucky enough to have her own ultimate bias to fall for her. Besides that fact, even though you were able to go on this tour which was all paid for by the company, the only thing that really motivated you to go was that you’d be able to spend a lot more time with him while he was on tour, compared to when he would have to leave you for at least two months before returning.
Anyway, back on topic. Making your way towards the elevators, the eight of you headed towards the seventeenth floor. The rooms weren’t that far from each other, as the members went to their designated room that they shared with the other members.
Once you entered the hotel room, you immediately dropped your bag and collapsed on the bed. Burying your face into the sheets, you let out a big sigh. Jungkook came over and laid down next you, his arms under his head, as he turned his face to take a good look at your face. As you turned your head to face him, you were greeted with warm and loving brown eyes.
“You really like staring at me, huh?”
“Only because you are so beautiful.”
Blushing a light pink, you buried your face into the sheets again, letting out a “Stoopp~ You’re embarrassing.”
He let out a chuckle and stood up. “Go and wash up. For once, I am letting you go first so take advantage of this one in a lifetime moment. It’s been a long day of traveling.”
As you let out a light laugh, you jokingly glared at him as you grabbed your things from the luggage, along with your beauty bag. “I hope I steal all the hot water, so you won’t have any, like what you do to me.” You shouted before stepping into the bathroom.
“I’m showering with you! Wait for me!” He said, rushing to get his clothes and running into the bathroom. “Leave some hot water for your Kookie!”
The sky started to grow dark. As the sun started to set, setting a gorgeous array of colors across the sky. The lights of the city started to glow brighter, as the night grew dark and alone. Tokyo, the city that never stops, was shining brightly under the sky. Watching as the cars zoom by from your hotel window, you sat on a chair with Jungkook, wrapped in his arms, making you feel safe and protected.
“We don’t get this often huh?”
He shook his head and buried his nose into your hair, taking in your scent. “You should come on tour with us again. I won’t have to deal with the feeling of being away from you and missing you a lot.”
“That would create a higher chance of us being found out. .”
“Then, let’s become a public couple.”
Alarmed, you pulled away from his arms. “Are you serious?! Jungkook, it would bring bad light to you and your members. You’d lose fans and-”
“None of that is more important than you.”
He placed his hands on your shoulder. “Listen to me, Ari. Even if I work with, in your opinion, “beautiful” girls, none of them would compare to you. I could never love them like I love you. You are my entire world and if ARMY can’t accept that, then they’ll just have to deal with it. I’ve already talked with the members about this and I know what I’m doing. I’ll stay with you, protect you, and be by your side until you get tired of me.”
Smiling, you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips saying, “Forever is a long time, but it’s worth it spending it with you.”
At the culmination of the incursions, Steve and Tony watch the end of the world together. A multimedia re-telling of Time Runs Out, diverging from canon around the time of Original Sin. This is how I would say farewell to the 616 if it were up to me.
For my stony bingo square “The End”.
Tony’s machinations and his betrayal. Steve’s righteousness and his surety. All irrelevant now as the end approaches. Divisions and disagreements are swept aside in the face of the immutable certainty of death.
But pain doesn’t care if it is relevant, or if it is wanted. It just is. Steve feels agony blooming in his chest, scars rent open once more every time he looks at Tony. For reaching into his mind, pulling out the memories and with them his sense of trust, of place, of certainty. Leaving only the cold horror of the stranger wearing his best friend’s face.
Fury lances through him at the realizations that for all the wrongs they inflicted on each other, nothing has been achieved. The world still crumbles. The people still die.
@skiretehfox for your Necromancer AU, as promised! Hope you enjoy!
If she was being completely honest with herself—which she
often wasn’t, these days—Weiss could admit that she didn’t actually know all
that much about summoning.
The mechanics of
it she knew perfectly well; had practically had it beaten into her when it had
become obvious that one of the traditional Schnee semblances wouldn’t come to
her easily like it had come to Winter before her. She knew that the summon had
to be someone or something that had died, killed by the hand that summoned it
back to a mockery of life. The mechanics had never been a problem for her, even
if the method itself had often mocked her until she had gotten into Beacon.
She understood the mechanics.
What she didn’t understand
was how summoning actually worked for the summons themselves.
The view from the hotel
window was breathtaking. The hotel was located on a hill, near a big river.
Apart from the hotel and the restaurant, there were not many other buildings in
the vicinity. It was a beautiful, wild place.
Bucky traveled there to
get some rest. As he always did.
That day he decided to
take a little walk to the nearest castle. The castle was located on one of the
hills, which surround the mountain. It was a grey, impressive castle with
several towers and it was surrounded by a high defensive wall. At the
foot of the mountain there was a broad river, which flew through a valley and
then disappeared behind the hills.
Bucky always enjoyed the
pleasant calmness, it was the place where he could gather his thoughts after
all of his missions.
A stone pathway ran
through the middle of the lawn. Along the pathway grew an alley of small maple
trees. At the end of the alley there were rosebushes. There were also wooden
benches and Bucky took a seat at one of them.
He was sitting in a
silence, when a strong voice has brought him out of thoughtfulness.
“Beautiful place, isn’t
Bucky lifted his chin and
turned his head. He noticed a tall man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. The
man was wearing a long dark coat and a dark jeans.
“Mhm..” Bucky mumbled
loudly, closing his eyes again.
“I haven’t seen you here
earlier, Sir” the stranger took a seat next to Bucky, leaning his back against
the bench’s back.
“Yea…” Bucky mumbled
again. The truth was he wasn’t into a conversation with the other man. He only
wanted to enjoy the silence.
“You aren’t too garrulous,
Sir” dark haired man said under his breath. “But I think I do know you.”
“Oh, you do?” Bucky
opened his blue eyes and looked at the stranger, chuckling loudly. “I don’t
For a few moments there
was a silence between two men.
Bucky’s left arm just hit
his own chin. Without a reason.
Barnes blenched in a
second, then he blinked few times before he spoke.
“What the hell..”
But before he ended his
statement, his metal arm hit his chin once again. And then once more…
“You are James Barnes,
but more people know you as the Winter Soldier” stranger laughed loudly. “You
are almost invincible. But not to me” man smiled while Bucky’s metal arm hit
his own stomach.
Bucky was trying to stop
it, so he put his normal hand on the metal forearm and he was trying to hold it
in a place, but he didn’t manage it and once again he was hit by his own limb.
“WHO ARE YOU?!” Barnes
yelled, clinching his teeth, stopping the whimper of pain after another strike.
“I am Magneto” brunette
only smirked. “You want me to stop?” he chuckled shortly after his first
“…Are you kidding me?!
You are…” Bucky blinked.
“Haha, of course I am
doing this. You know, sometimes it’s good to have a control over all metal
objects” man chuckled happily. “So. We’re gonna work together, Mr Barnes”
Magneto sighed deeply.
Bucky’s hand finally
stopped to blow another hits into his stomach. Man shook his head and looked at
the other man.
“Why… And.. Hell. I don’t
want to work with someone who is using his force against me. Besides, I used to
work by my own” Bucky miffed.
“Well, it’s not up to you
nor me. The Shield has made that decision. And you know..” Magneto smirked and
shortly after Bucky’s metal fist hit his own chin again, “this is what is
happening, when you’re trying to argue.”
Then brunette in the coat
just got up and walked away, leaving Bucky alone, as surprised as Barnes only
It’s been a really long week and I am so excited that the weekend is here!! I started it off with a room change so I’m now on the west side of the hotel which means I can see the mountains from my window so basically I’m in love
Also I did a GO leg work out, an ab workout, and ran a couple miles. It was tough but a little bit easier than yesterday! I was able to bump my running portions up to .75 instead of .5 so that’s progress! I’m trying to focus on the scenery and the experience and everything else. Being able to run a lot is just not a priority for me right now, ya know?
Also I have a friend coming to stay with me and we’re going to go hike around the Golden area tomorrow so if you have any trail suggestions let me know!! I’ll be sure to post all of the amazing mountain pics I get!!
Have a great weekend y'all ❤❤
It was a bit difficult for us to decide where we should travel. At this point Jinki and I are very different. But in the end we decided that we would travel to North America, starting with Canada (a beautiful place, I can tell).
The airport was so packed that day, it seemed like some idols were there too (I’m not sure), had a lot of fans holding their giant cameras and Jinki curiously looked everywhere.
Here you go!! Sorry this took me actually 98 years to get to you. Most of this had been sitting in my drafts and I honestly forgot about it until I came across it rn. So I finished it up and here it is! Some angsty calum for you! I hope you like it!!
Calum let out a loud groan when the rays of sunshine from his hotel window pulled him from his deep drunken slumber. He had been awake not 30 seconds and was already plagued with a headache from his heavy drinking the night before. He had no desire to get up from the comfy bed to deal with anyone in the world so he rolled over and pulled the pillow onto his face attempting to block out the persistent sun. His mind was slowly slipping back to sleep when the memories from the night before came crashing into him like a two ton truck.
“Calum don’t you think you should maybe take it a little easy on the drinking?” (Y/N) asked softly, from her spot on the bed. She had been in her pajamas for hours now, chilling in the hotel room alone, again. He had abandoned her once again to go to another club, or house party she couldn’t keep track at this point. She understood sometimes being alone was part of the deal when she would visit on tour, the boys were busy doing promo, interviews, their job. What she didn’t understand was her best friend, the person she came all the way here to see, seemingly insist need to leave her behind. But even all that paled in comparison to her actual concern about what the media was starting to say about him. Horrible things about how all he did was drink now, the party boy who caused trouble, started fights. She was terrified those things were becoming true and she never wanted him to become that person.
“What are you talking about? I’m fiiiiiinnne,” He slurred, still making his way into the room wobbling with each drunken step.
“I don’t think you are. You should probably tone the partying and drinking down a bit. Maybe take a rest from the whole scene for a while,” She suggested.
“Just because you are a dud doesn’t mean I should have to be,” He said offhandedly, starting to attempt at taking his shirt off. All he managed to do is get tangled and frustrated in his drunken stupor.
“This isn’t about me, Calum. This is about your health for one, this can’t possibly be could for you to be spread so thin all day doing promo and shows every night then partying and drinking out until,” She quickly checked the clock, “4 in the morning when you have to get up again tomorrow to do it all over again. Also its bad for your reputation. Do you really want to be known as the party boy who can’t handle his alcohol and starts fights?”
“Who the fuck said I can’t handle my alcohol?!” He asked, ignoring all the concerns (Y/N) had just voiced.
“That’s not the main concern here,” She said, pushing up off the bed in frustration. “You need to make serious changes Calum, I’m worried about you.”
“Well, stop worrying. I’m fucking fine. Stop trying to tell me what to do, I didn’t fucking ask for your opinion,” He said beginning to wrestle his shirt off once again. This time succeeding. “Everyone wants to offer their fucking opinion when no one asked! I didn’t ask, (Y/N)!”
“Do you even realize how much stuff like this hurts me? I hate seeing people say disgusting things about you Calum! You’re my best friend! I want people to see you as the caring thoughtful person I know, not this drunken fool you are being,” She said.
“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you fucking thought! Why are you even here?! All you do is bitch at me. ‘Don’t do this Calum. Don’t do that. Smoking is bad, watch your drinking.’ Why the fuck do you care? You’re not my mom, and you sure as hell are not my girlfriend so leave me the hell alone.” He exclaimed before he plopped down on the bed, shoving his face into one of the pillows obviously too drunken or too pissed off to care about continuing the conversation. But it didn’t even matter at that point. Before his face even hit the pillow (Y/N) was already gathering her things, packing everything back up into her suitcase. She was ready to leave within minutes, pajamas long gone regular street clothes replacing them. Calum was right, she wasn’t his girlfriend. No matter how deep her feelings for him were or how much she loved the idiotic boy she wasn’t his girlfriend and wouldn’t ever be. So she picked up her bag and left Calum in the dark room, snoring oblivious to the mess he had caused.
He bolted upright, his eyesight going spotty for a second from the sudden movement. The bed next to him was empty, his chest tightened, what the hell had he done?! He swung his legs to the floor getting up to look for her luggage, but it was gone. All that was left in the room was his duffel. Forgoing shoes and a shirt Calum ran out of his hotel room making a beeline for Michaels. He refused to stop knocking until the blue haired boy answered the door.
“Wow, you look rough,” Michael snorted, but Calum didn’t even take notice he pushed right past the pale boy into his room.
“Where is she?” There wasn’t much room to search in the tiny space. Luke and Ashton were occupying a bed together passing a phone back in forth laughing at whatever was on the small screen. There was only one other bed in the room and (Y/N) was not there, she wasn’t in his room, she was gone and Calum was struggling to breathe.
“Where IS SHE?! Where is (Y/N)!” He shouted, as if the boys could just pull her out of thin air to calm his racing heart.
“She fucking left, mate,” Michael said crossing his arms, obviously pissed off at Calum.
“Wha-what do you mean she left? Like left to go out and explore the city or..or left..” He didn’t even want to finish asking. He didn’t want to believe he had been such a horrible dick to her to make her leave the country to go back home. He would never forgive himself.
“She went home, Cal. We took her to the airport this morning,” Luke said quietly, obviously sensitive to Calums distress.
“Well, why the fuck would you do that!!!” It wasn’t a question, it was a demand.
“Because we aren’t a bunch of shit heads! We weren’t going to force her to stay! She didn’t feel wanted here Calum and it wasn’t because of any of us. We love (Y/N) and we told her so, insisted we did want her here. It wasn’t anyone but you who made her feel unwelcome! I can’t even believe you’d treat her like that! She does so fucking much for you! She’s been there for you through it all! Always defending you always standing by your side and how do you repay her? By being a major dick,” Michael was infuriated.
“She really left,” He couldn’t breathe, really couldn’t. His chest was impossibly tight and all he kept thinking was don’t cry, don’t fucking cry. “I really lost her.”
“Hi~ can you do a TOP scenario when you surprise him while he’s on tour with your 3 year old? It was his birthday and hasn’t seen you and his sons for over 3 months and you and his child miss him so much. Please make it fluff!~
Okay so first of all, I’m really really sorry I couldn’t post it earlier. I have been busy for the past couple of months. I have two weeks free so I’ll be able to post regularly! I actually wrote it couple weeks ago but I wasn’t happy with it so I decided to write it again tonight..
Thank you for your request, I really enjoyed writing it (because TOP is also my bias hehehe)! I hope you like it :)
-GIF isn’t mine-
“I miss Appa” I suddenly hear my three year old son say. I was cooking for the both of us, Seungjun was playing in his room. Well I thought he was until now.
“Come here” I whisper, squatting down and opening my arms to welcome him with one of my hugs.
“I miss him too, but you know that he’s coming back home in three weeks. You’ll se him soon I swear” I kindly say, kissing his right cheek.
“I want to see him now!” he says, stomping his left foot.
“Seungjun-ah! You know Appa misses you too. He tells me everyday that he wants to see his favorite man in the whole world” I smile.
“His birthday is this week. Appa will be alone. He’s been alone for three months now” he pouts. The same pout as his father. They look so much alike. He’s kind of like a mini-version of Seunghyun.
I didn’t answer, I didn’t know what to answer actually. He’s three but he still knows what’s going on. Seunghyun was on tour with BIGBANG and it has been three months now. It’s true that Seunghyun’s birthday was in four days. He had a concert the same day as his birthday which was why he wasn’t able to be with us.
I started to think about a solution and something came up in my mind.
“Seungjun, would you like to go to Japan?” I smile, looking at his face.
“Japan? What is it?” he asks, confused.
“It is a country right next to South Korea. Appa is in Japan at the moment” I answer, trying to give him a short and easy-to-understand answser.
“Appa is in Japan? For work?” he asks again, making sure he understood everything.
“Appa will play his music for people in Japan. Do you want to go to Japan? It would be his birthday present” I say, taking his small hand in mine.
“YES!! I want to see Appa. We should tell him” he excitedly says.
“No no no! Seungjun, it’s a surprise for his birthday. If we tell him it won’t be a present anymore” I say, putting my index finger on my mouth.
“Oh Appa doesn’t need to know” he whispers, as if Seunghyun could hear us.
I laugh because of the face he was making. This kid is such a cutie pie.
“Dinner is almost ready okay? You can go play and I’ll call you when it’s ready” I say, going back to what I was doing before Seungjun came up to me.
“Omma?” Seungjun asks.
“Yes baby” I look up from my book, only to see him looking around the waiting area.
“All of these people are going to see Appa?” he says, looking a bit worried.
“No no. They’re going to Japan” I smile, putting my book in my bag.
“But what are they going to do?” he asks again, finally looking at me.
“Maybe they’re going back home. Or maybe because of their work they need to go to Japan, just like Appa” I answer, taking him on my laps.
“And we’re going to fly?” he widens his eyes, looking at me.
“Yes like birds” I smile, hugging him closer.
“No ! I want to fly like Superman” he excitedly says.
‘the passenger of the flight-’
“Come on we need to go” I say while gathering his bag and mine.
“Wooooooooooah” Seungjun says, looking out the window from Seunghyun’s hotel room. BIGBANG’s manager gave us a key earlier so we could get ready in his room for tonight.
“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” I smile, sitting down on the floor next to him.
“Just like you Omma” he smiles, leaving a kiss on my cheek.
“Are you excited?” I ask him. We were on our way to the concert. Thanks to BIGBANG’s manager, he gave me two VIP passes so I didn’t have to take Seungjun into the crowd.
“Appa is going to sing?” he widely smiles.
“Appa raps” I answer.
“Raps? What is it?” he furrows his eyebrows.
“You remember what he does to you, when you can’t sleep?” he nods. “That is called 'rapping’. And Appa is a rapper” I smile.
“Does Taeyang hyung raps too?” he asks, looking outside out.
“No Taeyang oppa sings, Jiyong oppa raps” I explain.
“Jiyong hyung raps too ????” he excitedly says.
“Yes” I laugh.
“I want to be a rapper when I grow up” he seriously says, looking straight into my eyes.
“And I’ll be your first fan” I widely smile, leaving a kiss on his little cheek.
“Did you enjoy?” I ask Seungjun while taking his hand in mine.
“I loved it! It was so cool. And what Appa did was super super cool too” he started to explain with his own language that only Seunghyun and I were able to understand.
We were couple meters away from BIGBANG’s dressing room. We were silently walking, Seungjun was in my arms.
“Do you think Appa will be happy?” he whispers in my ear.
I nodded. Trying to be as silent as possible.
“You see Appa there, he’s sitting on the couch” I ask Seungjun in a whisper.
“Yes” he whispers back.
“Don’t make any noises and go see him” I whisper, smiling at him.
He nods and starts to walk, but he suddenly stops and squats down. He starts to walk still squatting down, he looks at me with a cheeky smile.
He then lies down on his belly, he starts to crawl like a ninja. He’s going so much faster now. Couple seconds later he’s right behind his father.
“Guess who I am!” Seungjun says with his hands on Seunghyun’s eyes. He tried to take a different voice, but it still sounds like him.
I’m still standing at the door frame, looking at the scene. My eyes suddenly met Seunghyun’s eyes. The only eyes that could make my heart skip a beat.
“You guys! Why didn’t you tell me?” Seunghyun asks the both of us. We were now back in Seunghyun’s room. We came back early because our little baby was falling asleep.
“Because it’s your birthday present Appa” Seungjun yawns, stretching in the middle of the bed.
“I was really scared earlier you know?” Seunghyun says to Seungjun, trying to sound as serious as possible.
“Really? You were? See Omma! Appa was scared when I changed my voice” Seungjun tells me, shaking his head.
“You’re the only who can scares Appa like that” I laugh, looking at Seunghyun only to see that he was already looking at me with a smile.
“Really? Not even Seungri hyung can scare him?” he asks in a whisper, starting to fall asleep.
“Not even Seungri can scare me! You’re the only one buddy” Seunghyun whispers, leaving a kiss on Seungjun’s forehead, before putting him in the spare bed that hotel services brought earlier tonight.
“It’s probably one of the best birthday present Jagi” Seunghyun whispers in my ear, trying not to wake Seungjun up.
“Is it?” I ask, snuggling closer to him.
“Well the second best birthday present” he reveals, still whispering.
I look up at him, interrogating him with my eyes.
“Do you remember the present you gave me four years ago?” he asks, looking down at me with a small smirk.
I immediately knew what he was talking about.
“I remember like it was yesterday” I smile, closing my eyes remembering the moment I told him I was pregnant.
“So today’s present was my second favorite one” he says, looking at Seungjun sleeping body.
“I still can’t believe you waited three months to actually tell me you were pregnant” he happily sighs, kissing my forehead.
“It was worth it” I answer, kissing his lips before closing my eyes. Right before I falling asleep, I heard Seunghyun say
“You’re both worth it”
I hope you enjoyed it! And again, sorry for the wait :(