☆ summary → When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed – it was you.
↳ alternatively: a story on the consequences of a hit break-up song
→ part i | part ii | part iii | part iv (coming soon!)
☆ a/n → so this has become a fake dating au? .. i should be
sorry. & THANK YOU for all the responses so far !! everybody’s
been so nice, giving me advice and willing to help me navigate tumblr :’)) esp @gxtsmxt bc she feLT my frustration writing this mess. im sry the angry bj scene got
came alone, looking tired and a bit worn-out, ordering the same medium sized
pizza with a large coke. You wondered if he was one of those people who didn’t
like variety. He always ordered the same thing; surely he would be sick of it
by now? The pizza here wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t deserving of him visiting
mind. In fact, you looked forward to your Friday shifts. The restaurant was hardly
a tourist attraction, not with its peeling wallpaper and old ceiling fan that
did nothing to air out the greasy smell of pizzas wafting from the kitchen.
The people who wandered in were generally the ones who couldn’t afford the seasoned fried
chicken from the place down the road. You didn’t mind the slow work days. The
owner even let you read books or do your homework when there wasn’t anyone to
be an exaggeration to say that Jungkook was the highlight of your job. Of
course, his physical attractiveness was undeniable, but you had seen handsome
men before and none of them were as interesting as Jeon Jungkook.
been love at first sight. The reality was different from the books you read –
there had been no stars aligning or time slowing down, no epiphany that he was the
one. But perhaps this was the most dangerous kind of love; the kind that
creeped up on you, slowly, without you even knowing, so that you had no other
choice but to accept it as a part of you.
You thought you were pretty good at hiding the fondness you felt.
know that the refills you gave him weren’t actually free-of-charge – but that
was okay. Telling him would be confessing that you liked him a lot more than
you let on.)
always been more honest with his feelings.
Summary - As your day progressed with hues of blues, (another) cute guy comes along, making you feel your life wasn’t all that boring.
Next morning dawned like nothing happened the day before. The sun shone bright, birds chirped, cars honked, everybody was alive.
You got up, half asleep, searching for your phone to deactivate the alarm that was ringing annoyingly. Finally finding it under your shoulder, you switched it off and almost fell back asleep when you heard a soft knock on the door.
‘Y/N?’ You heard Jin’s voice.
You were pretty pissed at him to say the least. It was childish, definitely, but you felt he, as your best friend, had a duty to encourage you through your social life as you were very bad at making new friends.
'Are you awake?’ He asked again, this time louder.
'Yeah.’ You almost whispered, but you figured he could still hear you.
'I’m going for my class. It’s earlier than usual today. I’ll see you in the evening. Love you and take care, alright?’ You heard him say in a defeated voice as his footsteps retreated from your door.
Sighing, you picked up your bag and put on your shoes, the toast still in your hand.
For some reason, you had no appetite today, but you were also slightly looking forward to attending work.
“Thanks, Taehyung for making me look forward to work for the first time ever.” You silently thought, but the next thing what happened had you whipping your head around.
“You’re welcome, Y/N.”
You stopped at the door, 'What? Who? Who said that? Who’s there?’ To say that you were surprised and shocked, would no doubt be an understatement. You were more than just shocked; You were scared beyond belief that you almost shouted for Jin.
But you stayed quiet and strained your ears for any more noises. When you heard none, you hurriedly grabbed your keys and ran out of the door, almost forgetting to lock it.
Meanwhile, Taehyung face palmed so hard that it sounded like a thunder clap.
He couldn’t believe he had been extremely stupid to actually talk to you telepathically. It was by reflex, as far as he could reason.
'That was kind of what was expected of you, Kim Taehyung,’ Taehyung whipped around, almost bumping into the black haired man.
'Shit. Min Yoongi, you need to stop creeping up on me like that.’ He said before turning back, just in time to see you walk out of the gates of your apartment complex.
'But why? It’s fun.’ Yoongi said, keeping a smug look on his face, also watching you walk in the other direction.
'You could always just seem to appear out of no where and offer her a ride,’ he said again, as he exchanged glances between Taehyung’s eager gaze and your retreating figure.
'I don’t want to seem like some creepy stalker to her.’ He said, giving him an annoyed look. Taehyung just wanted some peace of mind, and Yoongi’s presence was not helping at all.
'Like what you are doing isn’t creepy enough already. You spoke in her head and are keeping a very “keen” eye on her. I’m sure she doesn’t think any more lowly of you now.’ Yoongi retorted, smirking at what he considered was the best burn of the century.
'Why are you even here?’ Taehyung stood up from his crouched position and turned to look at him, his height towering over him.
’Keeping an eye on you, doing my job, you know - things you never do?’ He replied, looking to his side so he didn’t have to look up to make eye contact with Taehyung.
’You’re right,’ Taehyung began, moving backwards as he prepared to leave, ‘I would never do the job of staring at a bleached face.’ He smiled sweetly before disappearing into thin air, leaving a frustrated Yoongi behind who had his hands mid air as he had gone to grope for Taehyung’s neck, but failed.
'Hoseok, I know, but please, can you like not follow me?’ You said, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips as you quickened your pace.
'Don’t be stupid, Y/N. I’m not following you, I’m just walking in the same direction as you,’ He said as he gave you smile, him already having caught up with you.
'You’re just giving a sentenced synonym for the word follow.’ You said, not even bothering with trying to shoo him away at this point.
'Can I come with you to your work place?’ He asked you innocently, but you knew he would mess it up.
'Why? So you can take a picture of me in my maid’s attire and make it viral?’ You looked at him, stopping in your tracks and crossed you arms over your chest.
'Oh, you mean, this?’ He took out his phone and searched his gallery, making you unfold your arms in panic.
'I didn’t think you knew about me taking your picture in your maid’s attire though,’ he said, as he continued to scroll through his phone, not letting you see it.
'No! Wait, Hoseok, let me see, what did you-’ You began but then he looked at you, trying to hold in a laugh but failed miserably.
'Ha! You actually thought I had a picture of you?’ He asked, his body still racking with laughter.
You huffed and stamped a foot on the ground, clearly pissed with how all the boys you knew in your life were treating you. Instead of smacking his head, you glared at him accusingly before deciding it was just pointless to let out your pent up frustration on him, since it wasn’t his fault anyway.
You walked away from there and went into your class, which, thankfully, you didn’t have to share with Hoseok.
You walked into the café through the back door and placed your bag in your locker before putting on your dress.
'I can’t believe we have to wear this.’ You muttered under your breath.
Once you were ready, you walked out and saw your manager talking to a man, who kept nodding at what the manager was saying.
'Hey, Soo Young, who’s that?’ You asked your co worker, nudging her shoulder as she arranged the money in the cashier.
'Oh that cutie? He’s new here, starting today.’ She told you as you both eyed him from head to toe, scanning him critically.
'Girls! Come over here, I want you to meet someone.’ The manager called you both and the rest of the staff.
As you all walked towards them, you heard people muttering things like how cute he looked and how he is going to be the first guy in the staff.
You approached first, smiling at him. He smiled back at you, showing off both his very deep dimples. He’s cute, the thought being the first positive thing you had thought of the whole day. Still, you knew your day would only get better with the appearance of that one man who was beginning to turn your world upside down.
'Why don’t you introduce yourself?’ The manager urged the silver haired guy. He looked around at everybody before his gaze settled on you.
'Hi-’ he said as he stretched a hand towards you, 'I’m Kim Namjoon.’
[Part 6 on Sunday]
Not my best, but it gets better. I promise T_T
Also, to the anons who requested for a Jealous Jin scenario and a Taehyung smut, please be patient, I’m working on them :)
Veronica was not very happy. Her mother, Hermione Lodge, had just forged her signature on a contract that would sign the deal for the Drive In to Andrews Construction. Veronica was mad at her mother anyway because of the relationship between her and Fred Andrews. The forgery just added to her anger. It was all because of this that the drama with Reggie Mantle began. ——————————————————————————————————————- “Y/N, are you coming out with Kevin, Josie, Reggie and I tonight? It will be so fun. Drinks on me.” Ronnie asked me “Sure, where are we going?” “A club of course. I’m going to cheer myself up the way us Lodge women do.” “Yeah sure I’ll come. I was going to ask why Reggie Mantle was coming but on second thoughts, I don’t think I want to know.” “Touche”
Later that day, Veronica came to my house so we could get ready. My boyfriend, Jughead, was sitting on my bed typing when Ronnie came in. Of course, he didn’t even notice that she had entered the room. Once we were finally ready, Veronica went downstairs to call Kevin, and I said goodbye to Juggie.
“Stay safe tonight Y/N, I’ll be here when you get back.” “Thanks Jug, I’ll be fine. I’m not thrilled that Reggie is coming but I’m sure it will be okay.” “You look amazing by the way.” I smiled at Jug, and gave him a quick kiss. “See you tonight Jughead.” “See you tonight.”
I went downstairs and saw Ronnie and Kevin waiting for me. We headed to the club to meet Josie and Reggie. None of us knew it yet, but it was going to be one hell of a night. ——————————————————————————————————————- It was around 11:30pm, and I had lost count of how much I had had to drink. Veronica was paying, so I wasn’t denying. Every time she asked if I wanted a drink, I’d reply with a yes. We had been dancing for hours, and just generally having a great time. I didn’t think I’d enjoy myself as much as I was. The club was hot, especially since we were dancing. I decided to head outside for five minutes for a breath of fresh air. I walked out of the doors and out into the cool evening air. The moon was up in the cloudless sky creating shadows on the pavement below. That was how I realized that there was someone standing behind me. I turned around quickly to see the tall frame of Reggie Mantle staring down at me. I hated his guts and I think he knew it. He never fails to make comments about me and Jughead whenever he gets a chance, and I never forget it. I rolled my eyes at him and turned around, hoping he would take a hint and go back inside. Much to my distaste, he didn’t.
“What do you want Reggie.” I asked with a surprisingly stern voice, considering how afraid I was “You know Y/N, you deserve someone better that Wednesday Adams. Someone who isn’t a freak and actually treats you right."
Once he had finished speaking he grabbed my waist and pulled me in. He started kissing me. I could taste the alcohol, and no matter how much I squirmed, and tried to push him off of me, I couldn’t do it. I was scared. I couldn’t get him off of me. I couldn’t scream for help. He was trying to put his hand up my dress. I did the only thing I could think of doing. I bit his lip, and kicked him right where I knew it would hurt. He stopped touching me and staggered backwards. While I had the chance I punched him straight across the face. It hurt instantly, but I knew it hurt him more than me. I ran back inside and found Veronica who was dancing with Josie and Kevin.
"I’m going home Ronnie.” I shouted over the music. I knew I had makeup streaming down my face but I didn’t care. She tried to ask why but I was already halfway back to the exit. I didn’t see Reggie on my way out. I just made my way back home. It was surprising how quickly I had forgotten that just half an hour ago I was as happy as can be. Now I was walking home in the dark, freaking out, and just having experienced one of the worst experiences of my life. I could see my house, and I could see that my bedroom light was still on. Of course, Jughead had stayed true to his word. I ran the rest of the way to my house and jammed my key into the lock. Once inside I threw my bag down and ran upstairs to the bathroom. I was physically sick, and it wasn’t because of the drink. It was because of the vile thing that had just happened to me. Jughead came running into the bathroom. “Y/N! What the hell? I didn’t expect you back here this early, are you okay?” I flushed the toilet and went to the sink where I washed my mouth out with mouthwash. In all honesty, I was so disgusted I would have rather washed my brain out with bleach so I could forget. I turned around to face a very worried looking Jughead Jones.
“Don’t freak out okay?” “Y/N what’s going on?” “Reggie forced himself on to me and tried to do things.” I said with a sob Jughead’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed. “He did fucking what?!” “Juggie calm down. I punched him straight across the face for it.” “What exactly happened?” “Well I went outside for some air and he followed me. He told me that I deserved better that some freak and then he kissed me and tried to put his hand up my dress.” “I want to kill him Y/N.” “He’s not worth it! Just leave it for now, we can deal with it all tomorrow. Please can we just go upstairs so I can sleep.” “Yeah, of course. I’m not letting this slide though. We’re going to deal with it.” “I know Juggie. Tomorrow though.” “Tomorrow. ———————————————————————————— Part 2 coming soon!
“Natasha deffo likes her, she’s not that good an actress.”
Let me tell you why these statements aren’t okay.
Natasha is a queer actor who had the gall to be open and candid about her non-heterosexuality when she was probably terrified of what that would mean for her commercial viability. I can guarantee you, she would have had people telling her that being open about being LGBT would be a mistake.
Comments like the above are absolutely derived from the notion of her queerness whether you want to accept it or not. When you imply, or you see posts implying, that Natasha isn’t a good enough actress and the range she shows in a scene comes directly from her attraction to her co-star, imagine how you would feel if you had to look her in the eye and read that aloud to her.
Imagine how you would feel if a straight person implied that your talent, your hard work, your passion was somehow overshadowed by your sexuality.
Oh wait, you probably don’t have to imagine it because it’s something we’ve all experienced.
I’m not trying to say that thinking Natasha and Elise would be adorable together is an innately bad thing, but when the focus is always on Natasha having feelings for Elise we have a responsibility to treat that woman with the due respect she deserves as a member of our community and call it out.