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Serendipity; Tulips & Starlight

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i decided to make it super fluffy and cute - to make up for the angst to come (ig thats a spoiler?? but not really). if you want more one shots for this series send me a request because this was actually so fun 😁😁

Every year, without fail, the castle halls were full to the brim with wreathes of glittering hearts and ribbons of all sorts of reds, pinks and whites. The Hogwarts student body made a huge deal of Valentines Day every year – the muggleborn students had the most fun with the aspects that made it all the more magical. Each year, Professor Dumbledore would employ a series of real life Cupids to fly about the castle shooting 'arrows of love' towards their targets for the price of five whole Galleons.

Every year you find it sickening. This year is no different.

The Great Hall is swarming with people during breakfast and flying among the swooping owls are at least thirty or so Cupids who drift above the tables, skimming people's heads with the tips of their wrinkled feet. In place of the enchanted sky in the ceiling, red hearts have been enchanted to cascade like rain fall, bursting into balls of sparkling light that falls softly onto the tables, which are decorated in the same shade rather than the traditional scarlet, emerald, navy and yellow of the House colours.

You walk into the Great Hall, followed closely by Theo and Pansy, with distain painted across your face. Theo snickers as Pansy gushes silently over the Valentines decor.

"This is disgusting." You say with a scowl as the three of you wander in behind a group of giggling second year girls. Theo's snickering turns into a full on laughter as Pansy's head whips in your direction, disbelief written on her face.

"How can you possibly hate this?" she asks with wide eyes, as if you're committing some form of treason for hating this muggle holiday. "I think it's an endearing little thing."

"At least it's only for one day, tesoro." Theodore teases sarcastically, moving away just in time to avoid your swatting hand. "Don't you want to be swooned with flowers and chocolate?"

You curse his words as you part ways to the Ravenclaw table, shooting him daggers when he speaks to you in your mind as he sits down.

I wonder...should I pay one of those ugly Cupids to shoot an arrow at Matt for you? He smirks mischievously as said boy wanders into the Great Hall, deep brown eyes immediately seeking you out before he finds his friends.

You send him a smile, that goes unnoticed by everyone but him, before shooting as many cuss words you know towards Theo, who only laughs in response.

I'll take that as a no, then. Enjoy your breakfast, tesoro. Is all he can say before you kick him from your mind with a forceful shove.

He turns to Mattheo and they begin to have a lengthy discussion, but you're not curious enough to find out what it is, more content with drowning yourself in caffeine, if only to fuel your need to survive through the day.

~∞~

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom is possibly the only room in the castle that doesn't reflect the rest of the hallways. You should be glad that it no longer looks like Saint Valentine threw up in every single crevice, but the gloomy atmosphere actually makes your mood deplete. Mattheo had been sending you secretive looks all day and you had to admit that you were curious.

He was definitely planning something; it made you nervous, butterflies fluttering anxiously in your stomach.

Professor Snape was still yet to make his dramatic entrance to the classroom; you were chatting with Hermione, Ron and Harry as you waited impatiently for the lesson to start when Harry pointed to something fluttering above your head.

It's not a Cupid. Thank Merlin. But it's still happening in front of so many people and you want the ground to swallow you whole, until you make eye contact with its sender, who was smirking into the crook of his elbow, avoiding your narrowed gaze.

Mattheo had somehow gotten some faeries to flutter about your head, silent and imposing as one by one, they made about a dozen tulips of varying shades of red, purple and yellow, appear on your desk. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop the smile spreading across your face, but it doesn't hinder the bright blush that floods your aching cheeks.

"What the fuck?" Ron guffaws loudly, drawing more attention to the four of you, but you ignore everyone in favour of the deep rasp of his voice that enters your mind.

Theo said it would be a hard no if I paid one of the Cupids to shoot an arrow at you. He says, voice filled with mirth.

Yes. I would've run out of this classroom and you would never see me again. You respond with sparkling eyes.

Well I'm glad I listened to him, for once. Do you like them? The flowers, I mean? He sounds almost... insecure; nervous. Two things Mattheo Riddle is not. Your expression softens.

I love them. Did you know that tulips are my favourite flower?

I asked little Weasley for some help with that one. I'm glad you like them, love. His smirk has transformed into a genuine smile as you brave looking at him amidst the sea of your peers, including the eyes of your three best friends.

Within your conversation that only took mere minutes, rather than the eternity you wished it was, the faeries flittered towards your books and rested upon your desk infront of you, bounding the fallen tulips into an intricate bouquet, bound by what looked like a string of glitter, but you knew better.

You and Hermione gasp simultaneously, along with the other girls in the near vicinity of your desk. Harry and Ron only look more baffled.

"I-is that starlight?" Mione whispers in awe as you both stare down at the faeries who grin up at you with sparkling teeth as the bright silvery light acts like a beacon amidst the darkness of the classroom. "Whoever this is has gone beyond what I thought possible for your attention."

"Yeah." you reply with glistening eyes that flick to Mattheo who looks like he's sat on the edge of his seat.

He sees it in your eyes. The emotion that neither of you have dared to voice, too scared to step even further over the line that you were already holding onto for dear life, but that grip was slipping with every passing day.

Mattheo knew then that he would gift you the world if you asked for it; he would give you anything, even something as rare and beautiful as starlight.

The rest of the day is a blur for you. You hardly notice the eyesores that are Cupids flying around like headless chickens, chasing people around the grounds. All you can think about are the Tulips wrapped up in glistening starlight that sit safely in a vase in your dorm room.

~∞~

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower – M

The lone note, that sits on your bedside table, reads. It was not there when you returned from dinner earlier, so it had appeared during the time you've spent in the company of your friends since then.

The day is almost over, the Grandfather clock in the common room is distantly chiming that it is eleven at night, marking one more hour of the day.

You had woken up in a sour mood over what you would have to endure from overbearing couples and lovesick idiots all day. But you had been pleasantly surprised by just how thoughtful Mattheo had been.

And you were not expecting it at all.

Mattheo Riddle who portrayed this persona of pure evil, stoicism and nonchalance to the world had gone above and beyond your expectations of Valentines Day and turned it into something truely magical.

You turn to look at your chest of drawers, where the tulips rest in a glass vase, starlight pooling around them, and into the air, casting a pleasant glow around your room. You had quickly discovered that he had also charmed the tulips to last forever. So they would never die; symbolic true love forever bathed in breathtaking starlight that was bestowed upon the bouquet like faery dust infront of your very eyes.

Quickly you changed into presentable, but comfortable clothes: Black flared leggings and you covered your cold arms with a fluffy jumper that cropped just above your belly button shoving on a pair of dark trainers before you made the short journey out of the Ravenclaw common room towards the neighbouring Astronomy tower.

It only took you ten slow minutes to sneak across corridors, silently praying the Filch and Mrs. Norris didn't turn the corners when you did. But you got to the Astronomy tower without a hitch and descended the steep staircase, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself at the bite of the cold.

"You came." his voice is a soft caress against the wind and you find yourself immediately wrapped up in his strong arms.

"Of course, I did." you mumble into his chest, hugging him tighter as a gust of wind circles the two of you. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Have you now?" He asks with a smirk that turns into a startled chuckle as you shove against his chest with a laugh of your own.

It's only when you step out of his embrace that you see what he had planned. Your mouth gapes as you take in the scene in front of you.

Set up in the centre of the open room, surrounded by telescope's and magical orreries, is a red and white gingham picnic blanket surrounded by dazzling balls of light that cascade down the stone walls like fairy lights. There are candles dotted about the room, casting a warm glow.

"Matt-" you start but the feeling of his chest pressing into your back has your voice quieting as he presses languid kisses to your exposed neck. You sigh as you relax into his hold. "How long did this take you?"

"Not long. Pansy helped me with the decorations while I got food from the kitchens. Dobby heard your name and went all out." he chuckles quietly as he gently guides you towards the blanket, where a dark brown picnic basket sits among a series of long candlesticks.

"It looks lovely." you say as you move to sit down, Mattheo following closely behind.

Your thigh presses against his as he reaches into the basket, pulling out a bottle of sparkling wine. You smile as he turns to you with a cheeky grin.

"Ready to be wined and dined, sweetheart?" he asks with a smirk as he pops the cork and pours both of you a generous amount. Your smile gives way to a delightful giggle as you clink your glasses together, pulling out a series of food that Dobby had generously prepared for the two of you.

~∞~

"How did you manage to plan all this? From the tulips to the starlight to...to this? It's all so perfect." you ask as you take a bit out of a chocolate covered strawberry.

"Well...Weasley told me about your favourite flowers and their meaning and I figured out how to bargain with the faeries from the forest for the starlight."

"How?" you were intrigued.

"That's my secret, love." he teases. "I'm not allowed to say."

"Not even to me?" you pout and he laughs as he takes a bit out of the pumpkin pasty on his plate.

"Not even you. I can't break a faerie's promise. You know that."

You could reason with that, you supposed. Faerie promises were sacred in the wizarding world.

"I think this is our first real date." you say contently, as you lean back on your elbows, staring at the side of his chiselled face.

"It is, isn't it." he says, nodding his head. One of his hands rests idly against your thigh, thumb occasionally stroking against the fabric of your leggings. "Well I must say, I don't think you'll ever top this."

You let out a loud laugh at his arrogance that has Mattheo swooning as he stares at you.

"What?" you ask, face wide with a smile as you reach up to brush your hands against your mouth. "Do I have something on my face?"

He leans in closer, voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, you have an eyelash right here-" he reaches his hand to brush away the stray lash that had fallen onto your cheek but before he does, he presses a searing kiss to your lips.

Momentarily stunned, you react a second late before you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him lay you across the gingham blanket. He smiles against your lips and you can't help but lick at the seam of them until he lets you explore his mouth with your tongue, groaning as he grinds his hips against your's.

The peaceful atmosphere is disrupted by the incessant flapping of wings that has you detaching your lips from his. Looking around curiously you spot the intruder floating around in your peripheral.

"I thought I made it clear that I abhored the idea of a Cupid shooting an arrow at us." you say with a huff as the angel like creature lines up it's bow and arrow. To his credit, Mattheo actually looks confused as he swivels his head in the direction you're looking in.

"I- I didn't-" he pauses before shooting a scathing look towards the door. "Fucking Theodore thinks he's so funny."

The Cupid's arrow makes it's mark and all you feel is a pinch, no less painful than a pin prick, before the loud laughter of your friend is heard from behind the door. You'd find it hillarious if it was anyone else, but not while you were having such an intimate moment.

Mattheo looks about ready to maim his best friend, but you stop him by wrapping your legs around his hips.

"Leave it, Théo. He's just being a dick because he's got no Valentine this year." you say, making your voice louder so that Theo can hear you clearly. You hear his receding footsteps along with his echoing laughter that has Mattheo easing up, but he's clearly speaking to Theo as there's a clouded look in his raging onyx eyes.

"Sorry love." he says as he presses kisses down your neck, reaching for the hem of your jumper that is quickly discarded. You look up at him with an expression that has him melting into you instantly. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but something was stopping you; you knew it was irrational, knew that he felt the same way about you.

But you wanted to tell him when the time was right, and no matter how perfect, you knew that this wasn't that moment. You were content in bathing in his otherworldly presence, pressing kisses to his mouth, nose, cheeks and neck as he worshipped you under the stars.

Your time together was a reprieve from everything happening around you; there was a darkness looming about the castle, but in Mattheo's arms you felt infinitely safe.

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zh-lele · 1 year

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Playing Games

You didn't yet see my worth, so you try to play me. But I was so in love that I just got a little bit too complicated.

▪︎ Summary: A chaotic New Year's party makes you rethink the kind of relationship you've been having with Donghyuck for the past few months. He is a player, but you love the game.

▪︎ Pairing: Lee Donghyuck x female reader

▪︎ Genres: friends with benefits, smut, angst

▪︎ Word count: 7.4k (I'm so sorry.)

▪︎ Warnings: explicit sexual content, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT; profanity; substance consumption; toxic behavior. (Please let me know if I missed something.)

Listen to the playlist here. | Click to see Hyuck's moodboard.

Author's note: This is my secret santa gift for @neochan as part of the event hosted by @neowritingsnet . Hey Sam, I was your secret santa! Happy holidays and I hope you can enjoy the fic :) Didn't have the time to get it proof read so I'm really sorry about that.

Lolo.

1. Forget about it, forget about him

"How are you surviving the New Year's party?"

Your question takes Rina by surprise, since you see her get a little scared when she hears your voice from behind. But, seeing that it's only you, it doesn't take long for that beautiful smile that characterizes her to reappear.

"It's going really well, I think." She answers by returning her gaze to the front, where your group of friends is preparing for the main event of the night.

It's exactly two minutes to midnight. You know this not only because of the gigantic TV screen in the living room of the mansion—that has been broadcasting the countdown to the new year in different parts of the world since you arrived at the boys' house— but because you can also feel it in the air.

Aeri is helping Mia bring the glasses into the living room and set them ready for the cocktail party. Donghyuck is arguing with Jaemin because he's not helping Jisung with the Champagne bottles he's too scared to open. Chenle's laughter can be heard from the kitchen followed by some groans, and Mark telling him "it's not funny at all". You only find out what the mess is about when Jeno comes and lights up the room with his eye smile, telling the guys that Mark splashed his own eyes cutting the lime for the margaritas, and now he can't see anything.

You and Renjun share a cigarette on the balcony, now with Rina on your side.

"You know things are about to get weird, right?" Renjun asks the girl.

"Yeah, the other girls warned me you have this tradition going on," she starts. "No one leaves without a kiss from your New Year's parties." And her face flushes red as he finishes the sentence with his eyes locked on Donghyuck, who is finally pouring the champagne into the glasses with a smirk, looking as handsome as ever.

The action doesn't go unnoticed by you or Renjun, so you decide to push the new girl a little more. "You've got someone in mind?"

"Well…" She laughs, and without taking her eyes off him, she drops it: "I might go for Donghyuck."

The clock strikes midnight and the cheers are heard, both inside the mansion and outside in the street. As you approach inside to celebrate and drink the champagne together with your friends, you are surprised and intercepted by your friend Aeri, who plants a quick New Year's kiss on your lips before throwing herself into her boyfriend's arms and doing the same with him. You just laugh it off and empty the drink in your glass to set your eyes on a different pair meters away from you.

Rina had been the newest addition to the group, and obviously, before inviting her to the mansion and one of the chaotic New Year's Eve parties, someone had to warn her how things were. It was only fair that Rina was aware of an agreement made years ago between you and your friends: everyone gets at least one midnight kiss during the new year celebration. She was told just enough to try to survive the night.

The mansion is the boys' rented house and private studio. All of them have been making good amounts of money in the music industry lately, gaining popularity really fast, and it's a privilege that she isn't paying anymore to enter a party in the mansion.

It wasn't her fault that no one told her that something has been going on between you and Donghyuck for months, and that you were hoping that he wouldn't kiss anyone but you that night. When you didn't tell Rina anything as soon as she said she wanted to go for him, you were only waiting to test Donghyuck.

Because if you think about the situation, it was all his fault, honestly.

Everyone in your friend group knows Donghyuck and you have been exclusively seeing each other for months now. Your girl friends know very well he isn't afraid to fill your ears with sweet things and words of affection when you are alone. Yet, he won't show you around and would act like you're no more than friends when there's someone else.

You still don't know what his problem is, but you are growing sick and tired of crying for nights because he won't talk to you. Instead, he would have you thinking you did something wrong to upset him or that he doesn't care about you anymore, to then come and act like he didn't just ignore you for days. But you aren't going to take your anger on Rina.

You are going to do it on Donghyuck later, definitely.

Lee Donghyuck, or one of the most recognized and well paid r&b artists from this new movement of kids coming up in the industry, making some of the best music of the continent independently. But for the ones who know him privately, he’s just a kid wasting a lot of talent and potential, who's only got a big ton of pressure on his shoulders and stacks of money he doesn't know how to spend more than on parties, alcohol, and drugs.

He’s also the boy you've been chasing and trying to get with for years. And now that you have him, you can't lose him just like that.

If he kisses Rina right in front of you and everyone else when he refuses to do that with you, that's going to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

The white lights go down until it is only the colored lights hanging from the tall ceiling, and the Christmas lights taped on the wall that illuminate the room very dimly. You can appreciate some of your best friends still exchanging their midnight kisses. You can also spot Jaemin in one corner pouring out one margarita after another, and Donghyuck with Rina huddled against the wall in the other corner of the room. The millisecond he makes eye contact with you and smiles all the way from there, then returning his attention to Rina is actually what sets you on fire. Not in the way you would want to, though.

You don't need to stay there to know Donghyuck's gonna try and play you dirty. And you won't give him the satisfaction of standing there alone, watching him kiss with someone else.

You should have listened to your friends when they told you over and over again that Donghyuck is and always will be a player, not worth all your tears. You should have also heard your other side of consciousness telling you "don't do it, don't go there." But it's too late to regret it when you take the cup from Jaemin's hands and drink all of its contents, then grab the bottle of tequila and Jaemin's hand and drag him with you to the kitchen.

You know Donghyuck like the palm of your hand. You could try and play his games too.

When you set the tequila bottle on the kitchen counter and sit yourself on it to grab Jaemin by the collar and put him between your parted legs, the mischief reaches his eyes and reflects on the smirk of his mouth.

"I feel like we're not here for more margaritas," he says looking into your eyes and placing his hands on your thighs.

You give the bottle one last swallow before confirming his suspicions.

"You're right. Happy New Year."

Kissing Jaemin has always been a pleasure, in every sense of the word. His kisses are as lazy as he is, and feel as full of affection as if you were in love with each other, which makes you think about how there is no doubt why everyone falls in love with him so easily.

His lips taste like salt and lime, and explore yours sweetly until he opens his way to the inside of your mouth. There, the salty taste is replaced by a sweetness that contrasts with the rest of his movements. His hands caress your legs, look to get you closer to his body, squeezing your thighs and butt and making you approach the edge of the counter, but never completely losing that calm that characterizes him. Jaemin is the perfect definition of a tease.

"Thought we wouldn't be doing this anymore." You feel the vibrations of his vocal chords under your lips that leave his neck wet with kisses. When you don't answer him, he cups your face separating you from his skin, and makes you look him in the eyes. "Aren't you and Hyuck together?"

Well, that's a hard question. Because it seems like it depends on the situation and the mood. When Donghyuck feels like treating you like his girlfriend, you really feel like the luckiest girl in the world. He's sweet, caring, and funny. He comes to your home to share dinner with your family and spend the night, and you do the same at his. He even let you spend the entire Christmas day at the mansion—and you know that's something reserved for the couples only. You had morning sex, breakfast together, opened presents, and even cuddled while watching movies until it was dark outside.

You could say you are together only when he's feeling like giving you his attention. The rest of the time, you only try to figure out his feelings: when he will disappear for an entire day, won't talk to you for a week or will get mad if you go partying without him, but then flirt with other girls right in front of you.

Following that line of thought:

"No, we are not together." You finally tell Jaemin.

He only clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before moving closer to your ear to whisper. "That's a shame, because I think this would be much hotter if you were."

It sends a shiver down your spine and settles a strange feeling in your stomach at the same time. It's kind of frustrating, the way no matter how much you want to get Donghyuck out of your head and just have a good time with other boys, you can't get yourself to do it.

Donghyuck doesn't need to know, but it's not the first time you try forgetting you're mad at him with a little help from others. And that's the thing about it: that you only ever get to try, because the guilt takes over you despite how he has neglected and hurt you, and you end up going back to him over and over.

That unsettling feeling washes over you like a bucket of cold water, so you have to separate Jaemin from your lips before apologizing and rushing out of the kitchen to find your friends.

2. I think I wanna kiss you, right here in front of everybody

"You know what's your problem? You're always being too nice." Mia leans on the balcony railing with a joint between his lips, and stretches an open hand to you. The lighter lands on her palm and she's quickly lighting up the rolled paper, passing it to you after a couple of deep puffs.

"Well," you start exhaling the smoke. "That depends on who's saying it."

"You just need to fuck someone else, not letting remorse or sad feelings get in between. Just to know if you really wanna stop seeing Hyuck after it or not."

"But you don't understand," the lump in your throat can be noticed through your shaky voice, and the tears begin to threaten to fall from your eyes so Aeri—who has positioned herself in front of you and is covering you from the rest of the people inside the party—takes your hand and gives it a little comforting squeeze. "I've liked him for so long. I really, really only want to be with him."

"You really want to be with someone who's been making you cry for months now? I remember you having more sad than happy nights," Mia points out once again. You quickly dry your tears with your hands before they keep falling. "Even on fucking New Year's. New Year's party and you're crying over this dickhead." She says in disbelief.

"Must be some reaaally good dick if it got you this down bad."

The three of you manage to laugh at Aeri's comment, thankfully. You maintain the order of the round and pass the joint back to Aeri.

"It is," you confess, blowing out the smoke. "He really is that good."

"Does he at least make you cum?"

"Not all the time—"

"Then you have to leave him, sister." Mia interrupts. There's a smile on her face now that indicates she's just half-joking.

"But he's seriously so good!" You shake your head in frustration followed by an exasperated sigh. It's embarrassing to say it out loud, but your friends had known you for years, and they know that this talk and all the shed tears won't change a thing. "You know I'm not leaving him."

"Yeah, I know this conversation is fucking pointless." Mia's face is illuminated by the light from her cell phone when she takes it out ready to play one of her latest obsessions. Cats Café, a new game that locks her up in your bathroom for hours, playing seated on your toilet and leaving you and Aeri hanging out in the living room of your house, just the two of you during girls' nights. "Just please, try to keep in mind how bad you've had it the last few days the next time he tries to sugarcoat you with his words."

"You wouldn't be having such a bad time if you were going out with me, instead of him."

"Aeri, you literally have a boyfriend." You tell her with a roll of your eyes.

"And you literally took my midnight kiss in front of him, with no complains," she replies to you. "And Mark told me he wouldn't care if I ever wanna try something with a girl!"

"Wait," you observe Mia pause his game and look up at your other friend with furrowed eyebrows. "You mean as in a threesome?"

"Who's having a threesome?" Donghyuck asks throwing his arm around Aeri's shoulders, and taking the drink out of her hands to empty it down his throat.

"The three of us," she answers looking at Donghyuck with a smile, and doing a circular motion with her hand pointing at you, Mia, and herself.

His eyes open up in astonishment when you laugh hearing Aeri's words, but an amused smile takes over his face at the same time. "That's extremely unfair, don't you think?"

"Want me to film it for you? So you don’t miss out." You ask him in return.

"I'd rather film you and me, alone." He says in a teasing tone.

"Okaaaaaay," Mia gets up from her place to shove her phone down her jean pockets and starts walking back inside. "Can't a girl play Cats Café in peace without having to listen to you being some horny motherfuckers all the time?!"

"Go get fucked, Mia." Donghyuck tells your friend and you get to punch him in the arm when he comes to stand to your left, which gets him laughing and complaining.

Mia only points her middle finger at him and yells something like “I'll ask your brother.” Next thing you know, Mark has joined Aeri on the balcony after communicating that Mia and Jeno have, in fact, taken over his room to do God knows what, and you are lighting up the second joint of the night with Donghyuck standing very close to your side.

The four of you smoke in silence until there are only a few puffs left before it goes out. When the stub comes back to you, you light it again sure you'll be the one to finish it off.

Donghyuck watches you exhale the smoke from your lungs and then looks down at the joint between your fingers. He's not going to ask for it, so you raise your hand to the level of his mouth and position the end of it between his lips—which feel as soft as ever, and he leaves a little tempting kiss on your fingertips.

A few meters away from you the party is still going on. Sweaty bodies, blinding colored lights, and wet tongues that move to the rhythm of an ear-piercing song played by Renjun. He is a genius, the best of them all when it comes to producing music, and it shows in the way he makes you feel like your heart is gonna come out of your chest when he plays with the console.

It could be the music, the weed, the alcohol, the boy in front of you—who is looking into your eyes like you're the only one at the party, as if you were his favorite and he hadn't had multiple girls hitting on him all night—or a mix of all that, but you start to believe he got you hypnotized. You know you could have anyone else too, but it's never enough if they aren't Donghyuck.

He takes a hit making it burn until he hurts your fingers, so you have to move them away from his lips. However, the pain isn't enough to bring you back to reality, and a little touch on his lips doesn't calm the incessant desire you have to kiss him—it shows in the dilated pupils of your eyes that look for his gaze, in your agitated breathing, and in his sly smile as if he was reading all your thoughts.

What does it take to break Lee Donghyuck?

The tension can be felt in the air, so your friends are quick to leave the two of you alone in the balcony, maybe hoping you would sort your feelings out.

"Kiss me? Please, kiss me."

After throwing the end of the joint to the floor, he gently caresses your face with his nose and hugs your waist to get you closer, forcing you to cross your arms behind his neck.

You continue begging in his ear. "No more hiding, Hyuck."

His nose reaches your neck where you feel him plant a subtle wet kiss and then leave an intense bite. His teeth scraping your skin while his two hands squeeze your butt, drawing you firmly into his body. One last suck to your neck that you're sure will be leaving a mark, and then he's getting off you, staring down as if nothing just happened.

"Just came here to tell you we'll be leaving to Yangyang's."

Donghyuck lights up a cigarette and goes back inside without another word, probably hoping you'll go after him since that's what you've gotten him used to; you can't deny it.

You often feel like his babysitter and his mother at the same time: making sure that he won't make stupid decisions when he's out and intoxicated, that he won't miss any important schedules, that he can communicate himself better with his friends and family. You've been Donghyuck's unconditional support from the day you met, but since he's shown nothing in return it has started to feel like a burden. Like trying to make an already grown man grow. You know that it isn't your responsibility, though, and that he isn't likely to change for good.

You can't break Lee Donghyuck, but you still like to try.

3. Tell her sweet lies

A quick stop before heading to the after-party at Yangyang's has Donghyuck's car sitting in the McDonald's parking lot, while he and Rina order takeout after you said you were feeling extremely hungry. It's you and Mia waiting inside, sitting on the heated seats with music blasting from the stereo.

You've made sure to make the ride awkward enough for Rina after you saw her with Donghyuck, caressing the nape of his neck and hair and squeezing his thigh as he drove in front of her. You know it's not an idea that Donghyuck likes too much, but the anger caused by his rejection combined with the desinhibition caused by the weed has you making bad decisions.

Donghyuck has left his phone unlocked for you to be able to change the music while he's gone. So you take the opportunity to enter his text messages and look for you and Mia's names through the chats.

Multiple results from the times you have been mentioned appear instantly. Some are funny ones, some are the result of important conversations in your group chat, and others are part of the private chats between Donghyuck and some of the boys.

"Did you know Yangyang talks about you to Donghyuck?" You ask Mia with a smirk.

"Oh my god!" She rips the phone out of your hands before you can get to read what it's about. "You're not reading that out loud."

Her pupils narrow when she brings the light of the screen closer to his eyes, to read the conversations between her "best friend" and Donghyuck. You immediately think that there can't be anything wrong with it because of the smile that Mia can't contain while she scrolls down the screen.

Mia throws the phone back at you and hides her blushed face on her hands before you can make fun at her.

"What is it?" You ask laughing. “Are you ever gonna stop messing around with other boys and confess to him?”

"I think he likes me," she says now looking at you, her cheeks still red from the temperature.

"Yeah, I think so too. I think he fucks you for a reason."

"Shut up! What does it say about you?"

You laugh once more and grab the phone, making sure to touch the screen before it locks up. The first mention of your name is from a chat from tonight, in which Donghyuck asked you if you wanted him to pick you up to go to the mansion. A few more meaningless mentions in your private conversation with him here and there. Some pictures and messages that you exchange that there's no chance to reveal. Lastly, you find several mentions of you in a private chat with Jaemin, which makes you curious so you open it to read the full conversations.

"There's something off here," you tell Mia with a furrow of your brows.

A little bit of concern is shown in her voice after watching your expression. "Huh? What is it?"

"He's been talking to Jaemin… And Jaemin asked if we've fucked." You tell your friend without stopping from scrolling through Donghyuck's phone, a deeper frown taking over your face the more you read his conversations with Jaemin that involve you.

"What did Hyuck say?"

"'I fucked her so good she won't go looking for you or any other guy ever again.'" You read Donghyuck's reply to Jaemin out loud. So that means he knew about you and Jaemin all this time. "'She gets so desperate for me it makes me sick, you can't imagine how much she cums when she's riding me–"

"I think that's enough." Mia scratches the phone from your hands and blocks it to prevent you from reading any more texts. A short silence falls between the two of you before she's speaking again. "I saw them kiss at midnight."

"Who?"

"Donghyuck and Rina."

Disgust quickly takes over your face and you feel like throwing up, the hunger you felt earlier leaving your body in an instant. It's been too much in such a short period of time.

The atmosphere in the car becomes awkward once more, a heavy trap base being the only sound filling the space. You don't really want to turn to look at the backseat where Mia sits because your teary eyes would give you away. You have known her long enough to be sure she won't hesitate destroying Donghyuck's car with a bat this time if she ever sees you crying because of him, again. And once you finally have such a good and stable group of friends, you don't want to ruin it just because you wanted to get involved with one of them and it turned out wrong.

You also knew who you were messing with since the start, but you still decided to ignore everything that Hyuck is and fall into lust and believe in his promises.

"He also said he doesn't really like me."

"Now that's ridiculous." Mia lets out a scoff.

You shrug, "It's what it said. That I’m only a good fuck."

"Hyuck has been seeing you for months, and you are going to believe what a silly text message says?" You feel Mia place her torso between the two front seats to try to meet your gaze while questioning you. "You know Hyuck becomes an asshole when he's with Jaemin," she continues. "He would say whatever bullshit to try to look cool–"

"But we haven't been doing so well lately."

"He likes you," she still tries to reassure you.

"Mia, it's fine. I don't care." You cut her off, crossing your arms and sulking in the passenger's seat. That tense silence keeps falling between both of you until she decides to speak.

"You can be sad about it, you know, he was being an asshole." She tells you in a much calmer tone, placing a hand on your left shoulder.

"I said it's fine." You turn to look at her the moment Donghyuck makes it back to the car with Rina, and takes his seat behind the steering wheel, passing the bags of takeout to Mia and placing yours in the middle of the car. Your eyes never meet Mia or Rina though, falling on Donghyuck's subtle smile, and getting lost in his glazed up eyes until you decide to lie to yourself for the millionth time that night. "I don't like him anyway."

Donghyuck looks a little lost as his eyes start wondering from you to Mia after hearing that last sentence. "Who's this guy we don't like?" You only smile in return, and ask him to take you home because you are too tired and intoxicated. He's quick to comply with your request, answering in a sweet and even more intoxicating tone than every other substance you had that night. "Of course, baby."

The car ride is awfully quiet when Donghyuck drops Mia and Rina at Yangyang's and, after a weird exchange of looks between Hyuck and the boys, the two of you continue your way to your house.

The night has gone from bad to terribly bad, and you're not sure how much longer you can take. After reflecting on every conversation you had with your friends tonight, you finally decide to speak.

"I think we should quit it."

He stops the car at the door of your house and looks at you with a crooked eyebrow. "What?" The disgust is evident in the tone of his voice.

"I just–" you struggle to take the words out. You aren't sure if you should tell him how hurt it made you that he talks like that about you with his friends, without shame or respect for your privacy. You aren't sure if you can reproach him for having been with other girls when you have also done it, when he has made clear you two are nothing more than fuck buddies, and when you agreed on it. "I know we'll never be in a real relationship, but I don't think you're treating me right, okay?"

Donghyuck lets out a scoff and his hands fall off the steering wheel like dead-weight. An expression on his face that tells you he's already done with this conversation. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"That it feels like I'm a game to you? That you only want me around when your dick is in need or whatever?"

"I just spent like a hundred on food for you and your friends. Again, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"And I don't want your fucking food, okay? I don't care how much money you spend on me," you say looking at him with teary eyes at this point. "What if I just want a hug, a kiss, a little affection, huh? Just that you care for me all the time, you know?"

"Baby," Donghyuck looks for your hands and you let him intertwine your fingers over the middle of the car. "But I show you my affection all the time," he says with a sweeter tone now.

"But not in front of others," you shake your head. He squeezes your hands and his thumbs caress the back of your hands, making it even harder to contain all your emotions. "It's like you're scared of others finding out, like you're ashamed. When literally everyone knows we're seeing each other."

"We've kissed in front of others multiple times."

"Yeah, but all those times you've been drunk off your ass and high as a kite. Like I'm just a random girl for you to hook-up at parties."

Donghyuck bites his lower lip to contain a smile, and gets closer to you to speak in your ear. "What if I told you you make me nervous when I'm sober?"

"Get off, you're ridiculous."

"But you know you are the only one I really like."

That's what makes you stop fighting him to search for his eyes. You know it isn't the best option, that he always tricks you into thinking whatever he wants when he looks at you oh so sweetly, even if he makes no sense, but you are hoping to finally find the truth somehow.

"Some things tell me otherwise. Mia told me–"

"Your friends are lying to you, might be trying to fuck up what we have."

“She told me you kissed Rina.”

“I didn’t,” he says. “I swear I didn’t. Nothing happened between me and her.”

His gaze is cold and his lips a straight line devoid of emotion, while he still holds you by the arms preventing you from getting out of the car. And that sentence feels like it's enough to ruin all the good things you've been through together. He keeps lying, talking about your intimacies with his friends, ignoring your feelings, and pretending that he really cares about you.

You open the car door and get out to slam it again, pretty sure it might leave the lock damaged. Outside the temperature is very low despite the fact that it is about to dawn, the sky turning purple and slowly turning off the stars. So you rush to open the door of your house before freezing outside, but especially because you hear Donghyuck get out of the car too and call your name closer and closer, indicating that he has no intention of ending the talk yet.

4. She knows what I am, and she loves and evades what I am

"I'm staying over." He says making his way through your door, shutting it and blocking it once the two of you are inside.

"No you're not." The walk down to your room gets constantly interrupted by him trying to reach for you and stopping you from moving any more. He grabs your arms to get you to look at him, so when he finally makes you turn around and you see his face, you break down. "Fuck you, Donghyuck! I told you you're not staying."

"Yeah, I am. And I'mma fuck you silly."

"No you're fucking not."

"Gonna take all that anger out of you."

"Fuck you, asshole." You almost spit in his face trying to talk to him at his same height.

"Is that what you want?" He asks, grabbing your jaw with one hand and forcing you to keep the eye contact, the other hand placing you flush from his body. "Fuck you so good you don't even understand why you got so mad in the first place?"

Your eyes fall to his gripped teeth and to his lips, wet with spit from all the previous arguing looking more tempting than usual.

You have to admit that, if you really think about it, it didn't make much sense why you got so mad at him. He already made it clear to you that absolutely nothing happened between him and Rina or anyone else all night while you, instead, jumped to conclusions and went looking for unwarranted revenge.

Maybe you and Mia thought he was being an asshole and was making fun of you when, in reality, that isn't much like Hyuck. What if it really was just a stupid conversation between boys? What if it was his way of showing off, of presuming to Jaemin about your relationship because he felt proud of you?

Because if he supposedly gets as sick of you as he said in the text messages, then why would he decide to be with you again?

A gasp comes out from your open mouth when you feel his hand squeezing on your ass and pushing you even closer to him.

"I just want you to be honest with me." You reply in a whisper. The smile that gets over his features is wicked, and his left hand tightens his grip around your face one last time before he shoves you to the bed.

An airy laugh comes out of him. "Silly girl gets angry and if I fuck her she calms down."

He gets over you placing both hands on the sides of your head and looks into your eyes once more. But there's something different this time. His look is so soft and tender it makes you want to tear up a little. It might show, because Donghyuck pouts lightly before opening his mouth to swear to you: "You know I'd never hurt you on purpose."

It's hard to trust him. But it's also hard to believe he would dare lie to you while looking at you in the eyes that way. So you only grab his locks and pull to give him a kiss full of emotion. There's passion, there's anger, there's pain and there's so much obsession it could be mistaken for love.

His palm travels up and down from your sides, caressing and squeezing firmly, to your back under your top until he unties the straps and gets it out of the way. His fingers explore and touch all the newly exposed skin sending shivers down your spine. He kisses you back aggressively, making you pull on his hair like you know he likes and feeling him grow hard above you.

His hands start to undo the buttons of your jeans and he slides his fingers under it and over your skin, massaging your ass, grinding on you even more.

Small whimpers leave from you and mix with the sighs coming out from his mouth. You take a moment to remove your pants completely, tossing them to the side and quickly starting to get Donghyuck out of his.

When his hands move up again, he gets them under the straps of your panties and moves them down, freeing you from the fabric, parting your legs and giving your clit direct contact with his boxers.

It's always too easy when he's alone with you. He knows perfectly when to kiss you and where to touch you to make you want more of him—an expert of your body, always looking for you to have the best time.

Guilt takes over you for the second time tonight, remembering how selfish you were earlier when you went looking out for his friend, and then getting mad at him when Donghyuck has really been nothing but the sweetest when it's just the two of you.

What was the problem with keeping things private? What was your obsession with him showing you off? You never considered he’s a public figure and he might like his privacy, to keep things on the low because of his fans, the paparazzi and the media who’s never got anything nice to say about him and your friends.

When you get away from him all of a sudden, there's a remaining blush on his cheeks as his lustful but confused eyes follow you, until you get on the floor and land on your knees in between his legs. His pupils expand as you tug on his boxer, grab his semi-hard cock and lick the tip of it. As soon as you repeatedly run your tongue around it, you hear him groan deeply. Not much time passes until he is fully hard while you keep moving your hand along his dick, squeezing and passing your thumb over the tip making Donghyuck hiss, and he pushes your head down to make you wrap your mouth around him one more time.

"Fuuuck baby," he groans one more time before grabbing your shoulders and pushing you away.

You look at him with shiny eyes, your lips red and moisturized with his pre-cum. And because of the way his chest moves up and down from the heavy breathing and the look he's giving you, you think Donghyuck might come just at the sight of you.

He doesn't waste another second to attach your mouths in a desperate kiss, leading you to lay on top of the bed once again. His weight on your body maintains your back pressed against the mattress, and he makes room between your legs. You're sure he's more than ready for you, but you know he always wants to make sure you are fully ready for him. His digits tease your entry and you whine in desperation to just have him.

"Hyuck," you can't help but cry his name.

"What?" He asks as his fingers keep going in and out of you. The feeling of his lips on yours help you momentarily stop from moaning and complaining.

When he finally breaks the kiss to breathe, you manage to speak. "Quit teasing and fuck me."

He only grins at you and you can finally feel the head of his cock replacing his fingers in your pussy. But he doesn't push in yet. Instead, his fingers coated in your juices come in contact with your lips and somehow you know what he wants.

"Did you have fun playing the angry girlfriend with me?" He comes closer and whispers in your ear as you open your mouth and suck them for him. "Silly girl. Look at you, you are so beautiful." Donghyuck talks in between wet kisses that move from your cheeks to your neck. "How could you believe what your friends say?"

A moan escapes you—whether because of his actions or his words, it doesn't matter too much, because he slams his dick into you, taking away all the air from your lungs.

The oxygen only reaches your blood again once he slightly pulls off to bottom out immediately after, setting a steady pace. You are restricted from making any sounds, as his fingers are still on your mouth while he keeps pleasuring you, obliging you to suck and bite at them because he just feels too good.

Once again, you think every doubt you ever had about him before was dumb, as there isn't a possibility he would want to make you feel this good if he didn't like you at all.

His girth is perfectly adjustable to you and quick to form a knot on the low of your stomach. It would suddenly disappear when he completely pulls out of you and grabs your hips to turn you around, making you stand on your elbows and knees. With your head down on the mattress and ass up in the air, Donghyuck doesn't waste another second and gets inside you.

His thrusts are slow and deep, way too deep. This position allows him perfectly to play with your clit and to squeeze your breasts at the same time, quickly sending you over the edge in a minute, then stopping completely, then stimulating you to the limit over again.

When he finally gets his hands off your body completely, you start to accelerate the pace on your own, fucking yourself on his dick before Donghyuck interrupts suggesting you move to straddle him.

He's quick to get himself sitting with his back against the bed frame, then dragging you to sit comfortably on top of him. Hyuck rubs the head of his dick back and forth between your folds, reaching your clit repeatedly and spreading your wetness all over him, making you whine in the process.

"Hyuck, please." You are a panting mess on top of him, moving yourself to keep the friction stimulating you and sighing dreamily.

He lets you grind and stimulate your clit through his length for a bit, taking his shirt off in the process and going back to massaging your boobs. You whimper when he manages to sink you down on him without a warning, which makes you fall forward and rest the side of your head on his chest, your ear right above where his heart should be.

His arms embrace your body and press you against his chest that is warm, allowing you to hear the rhythm of his heart, slow and controlled, like you could find all the right answers by just listening to it.

"I would make love to you," he whispers, "but you made me mad with your little scene."

"Hyuck, don't be like that." Your eyes fall shut trying to hold back the tears, when at the same time you desperately want to see his satisfied smile hearing you cry and moan his name as he rolls his hips, stretching your walls again and again without having started to move back and forth again. "Hyuck, fucking move!" You ask desperately, sitting and trying to bounce on him but his hands on your waist keep you in place, glued to his torturing hips.

A strong smack on your right ass cheek makes another filthy sound escape from your lips right before you hear his voice. "Talk to me nicely," he warned.

"Do that again."

Your plea makes him smile and move your ass up a bit to give you the first thrust after a while. His palm violently comes in contact with your cheek one more time and you fall even forward, hiding your face on his neck and whispering all the praises you could think of in his ear.

"That's it," he says as he continues hitting all the right spots inside you.

When his hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit you can't contain yourself anymore and fully sit on top of him to take a little bit of control, riding him while you chase your orgasm.

Even when you start begging for it over and over, he doesn't say a thing at your tireless plea. He knows you are once again at the verge of it by the way your inner walls clench around him. Instead, he keeps stimulating your clit while squeezing and sucking your boobs. Sitting in the middle of his bed with his dick buried inside you, he makes you work for it until you are coming all over him.

You keep moving, supporting yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck and riding out your orgasm until you feel the cold air hit your nipples, wet with the warmth of Hyuck's mouth before he was moaning out his own orgasm.

"Love you," he places a kiss at the top of your head, and caresses you gently along your back down to your thighs. "You're so, so beautiful."

You open your eyes and take a look at your surroundings while still hiding your face on Donghyuck's neck. Things look blurry and you feel a little dizzy. You're breathing heavily, but not only because of the amazing angry-make up sex you two just had. You're coming back to your senses, and your chest hurts and your eyes sting from holding on the tears; it's everything that happened this night taking over you all at once.

A sip from your nose is what gives you away and makes Donghyuck laugh.

"Aw, baby," he says with a squeeze on your asscheek. "Fucked you so good I got you crying?" Donghyuck takes your face in his hands and forces you to look into his eyes. His thumbs wipe away the thick tears that fall down your cheeks with care, and he kisses the pout on your lips over and over again, until they form a straight line. "Shh, it's okay baby. I know you didn't mean to get mad at me."

You shake your head and open your mouth, determined to speak, to tell him that things can no longer work like this, but you are interrupted by his lips and his hands making you start to move again on his dick, still buried deep inside you.

"I love you," he repeats in between kisses, and you moan. "I love you. Happy New Year."

And this time you shake your head in agreement, up and down in the same way that Donghyuck starts to move your body on him, hoping he would just shut up and stop lying for once. But you try to convince yourself that if you do it all again, that if you choose to keep seeing him, there will be just lust. No playing games, no believing in promises, no loving him, but lust. Because you can't let him go just like that.

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QUEENMAKER | CHAPTER 5

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pairing chan x reader

genre ninth member au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, coming of age, social media, cancel culture, anxiety, depression, forbidden love,

summary To JYPE, the solution is simple; take the sole trainee that will not debut with your brand new girl group, and use her to replace the missing vocalist in your male group that insisted on starting as nine.

Unfortunately, to the fans and the members themselves, it isn't that simple.

status ongoing

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a/n apparently it has been 28 days since the last chapter, but the good news is i now have 4 chapters written in advance so january at least will have content. for those who haven't seen the random announcements on my blog, i've been sick and honestly probably will be again in january so your patience is appreciated, and i'm sorry, i'm not usually this sporadic with a project like this! to my editing team, who are feeling betrayed seeing this surprise chapter in their notifications, my chrissy new years gift to you is not asking for edits in the holiday season, roast me in the chat if anything is wrong (keeps, that last part doesn't apply to you)

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Even as you knock on the door to the studio, you're nervous.

Maybe you shouldn't be; it's been nearly a month exactly now, and you're fairly sure at this point that none of the boys hate you, though calling some of them friends has been easier said than done. Maybe that's why you're nervous in the first place, because it's been so long and you're still unsure where you stand within the group, especially with the one you're supposed to meet now...

It's not your fault. Well, maybe it is a little bit - you're aware that you're struggling to relax in their company, the way you had with the girls in Midnight or other trainees. But your schedules are so different too, you only see the others in practise, or in passing in the halls. Some days you practise on your own, while they are off on one schedule or another, living the life of idols that have built up their name, other days only half of them are there. Sometimes there is no dance practise scheduled at all, their own individual lessons or other commitments taking precedence.

It won't be like this forever, you just keep telling yourself. Three weeks more, and then you debut with the rest of them, and you're part of the group for real. Three weeks of hard work, and then, maybe, it gets easier.

Maybe. You've thought that before, only for an opportunity to slip away through your fingers. You wouldn't be surprised if it happened again.

The door opens - Chan, leaning over from his chair to tug on the door handle before he returns to his desk. "Come in," he says warmly, an arm gesturing you towards the couch behind him. It's already occupied by Changbin, who makes you smile when he gives you a hello and a wave. "Sit with me," he says, in Korean and then again in broken English, patting the cushions. "I'll be quiet, I promise."

You're reminded suddenly of how loud he can be, during practises or even when everyone is just sitting around, but you hesitate to mention it, sitting quietly beside him instead. "You can tell him to leave if you want," Chan adds, his back turning to his laptop. "He's not actually here for anything important."

"I'm here for emotional support," Changbin claims, only he puts on such a voice as he says it that it makes both of you laugh. "It's an important job."

"Okay, well." Chan's hands spread, like he doesn't have any say in the situation. "If you don't need support, you can tell him to leave."

"He can stay," you answer readily, and you don't really doubt your answer at all. Out of all the members, Changbin has been one of the friendliest; he'd been so warm and accepting on your first day, and gone out of his way in days since to talk to you or pull you into a joke when you were on the outskirts watching. Even if he was only doing it because you looked pathetically out of place among them, you appreciated it.

"Cool," Chan says, and then he shifts in his chair like he's uncomfortable, his eyes straying towards his laptop momentarily. "So. I wanted to talk to you about the comeback."

"I figured as much," you reply, aware that your hands are fidgeting nervously in your lap.

Chan's mouth opens, like he's going to say something, and then he hesitates, glancing away again. Apprehension rises in your throat, bitter like the taste of bad coffee as you swallow it back down again. It's one thing if you're nervous - but if he is unsure about what he's about to say too, then it could be-

"I've thought about it, and I've decided that you're not going to debut with us on this album."

Bad.

Your heart stops and then starts again, your chest tightening around your lungs even though you've heard this story before. It shouldn't even surprise you by now, the let-down; thinking you might have now, finally, done the work and reaped the reward, and yet every time you seem to let the hope creep into your chest just so that you can crumble twice as hard. You hadn't even realised you'd become this married to the idea of joining Stray Kids in the last three weeks, and yet the idea of getting dropped again hurts like a pain in your chest.

This was your last chance. No one else will debut you. The world isn't that kind of kind.

"Okay," you say, through a jaw that feels like it won't move enough to form the words. "It's - I understand. I'm sorry that I couldn't do it."

"Hang on," Chan says, a hand hovering between you like he's ready to catch you if you turn to leave. "Just hear me out - it's not that you're not good enough, okay? I just think it will help you if we wait a little bit longer, and the company were happy to agree."

"You've worked hard," Changbin says beside you, his face earnest. "No one thinks you can't do it."

"No," Chan agrees. "I'm just looking at the timeline, and the schedule they've drawn up for you, and I think you'd do much better if we push debut back to our next comeback in September."

September. Three more months away, rather than three weeks; three more months to push through, nose to the grindstone, that deadline looming over your head. Three more months in which someone might realise they've made a grave mistake and pull you right back out again, when you'd been so close to that finish line. Three more months feeling like an imposter in these boys' lives, waiting for life to even out into some kind of normal.

"Is that okay?" Chan asks, and you bite down the spiral of thoughts that pulls your mind down towards a big, black hole and nod, trying to pretend that it's nothing. The frown on his face doesn't look convinced, nor does the sheet of paper that he reaches behind him to fetch, shoving it into your hands.

"I want you to understand," he says as you look down at the paper, forcing your fingers to only hold it gently before you can rip it. A schedule, the next three weeks of your life laid out in a neat little chart that is detailed down to the minute and overflowing with things to do. "This is the choice they've given us; either we push you through this schedule and extra dance practise and debut in three weeks, or we wait sixteen weeks, and you do all of these things with the rest of us in a reasonable timeframe. I've been looking at it all week, and...I think it's too much. Waiting gives us a song prepared for nine members, takes the pressure off of the managers, gives you time to get to know everyone..."

You're forced to swallow the lump in your throat as you read the schedule and realise that Chan is right; the next week is full of photoshoots and content creation, with no room left for the dance practise you know you need to keep up with. It's rushed, and it's daunting, and at first look you're not really sure at all how you would handle everything. It's the life you've been training for for years now, and yet so many of the things on this list you feel like you haven't trained for at all.

"You're right," you admit, around a tongue that sits too heavy in your mouth. "I don't know why they thought this would work in the first place, when I'm so-"

"Someone high up had a great idea, and wanted it seen through as fast as possible," Chan says before you can finish. "Stray Kids haven't had a really...successful year. Maybe they were thinking of dropping us unless something changed, maybe they just really liked you. They've already agreed to push your debut back to September anyway, so it's not something we need to worry about now."

"As long as they still think it's a good idea in September," you say, and you manage to keep your tone light even though it doesn't sound much like a joke to you at all.

Changbin is the one to speak up, his hand slapping the arm of the couch. "They can't mess with us like that," he declares in the kind of voice that says he has complete confidence in what he says. "You want to be in Stray Kids, you're in Stray Kids, and you're not leaving."

"Exactly," Chan says warmly, and you manage to muster up a smile even though that tension still squeezes tight in your chest at the thought of another three months of limbo, not knowing if you'll stay or if you'll go. "Now," he says, turning back to his laptop, "I have better news; I've got a part for you in God's Menu that I want to hear, and I can play the next title track for you..."

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I really wonder if the Upper Moons will celebrate the holidays with their human partner, for whom it will be important, even a little cute. And if so, which ones exactly? How will they behave during the celebration? You can write about all the Moons, or choose a few, as you wish (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

I will only be making the ones of the Uppermoons who would actually celebrate Holidays with their partner [since there are some I think would rather celebrate alone or not celebrate at all]. Japan has a lot of Holidays, so I will be focusing in the Gosekku.

Sorry it took me this long, I hope you like it.

GN Human reader and Uppermoon in holidays. Using the Human disguise Headcanon.

Warnings: Mentioned cannibalism, Implied child prostitution, Implied sexual content, Mentioned drug consumption, Mentioned Self-harm (as in doing things bad for your health at partying), Mentioned Emeto (not in a kinky way, don't worry), Akaza's angst and Douma.

Gyutaro + Daki:

Gyutaro is just ok holidays, but Daki loves them and she is the agency between the two. He makes an effort for his mood to not ruin the festivity for his sister, then he does the same for you. The thing is that he will not celebrate if Daki is not with you both. (After you started having something he started to hold Daki on that same standard "Or Y/N is with us or I won't celebrate at all, ne.")

The Red Light District always celebrates the festivities with parties, special events, carnavals and other things, so you might have to wait for Daki as she may have some clients that night.

Gyutaro lets both you and Daki to dress him up and choose the activities for the holiday, at most he will only ever get gifts and food (mostly human flesh, but at times he decides to get human food for you).

He specially likes New Year and the Tangu no Sekku, the first one because it's the one Daki loves the most, since there is the biggest amount of attractions in that festivity in the streets. The second one... he likes to pull pranks. Since it's a day about purrifying evil spirits he likes to pretend being a powerful one and scaring people off making noise and babbling of "how dare you do your cheap tricks on me, nee.. ne.. NE!" Daki and you end laughing at his antics.

They both also like the Kyokusui, Daki likes making dolls with the more talented children, daughters of the prostitutes. Gyutaro likes to keep ugly ones, comfort and praise the kids that made them. They separate when they do this, but you would be mostly playing babysitter with Daki or playing parent with Gyutaro.

If you give him a gift during this dates he will hide it, you will never see it again, but rest assured he will take care good care of it.

He doesn't do romantic moments under fireworks, he actually hates them. He hides inside Daki when they are about to start.

He takes care of you if you get drunk 🫶

Hantengu Clones & Hantengu:

This guys celebrate together as a family (everyone else bullies Sekido into joining, even Aizetsu) so if you wanted a romantic celebration between your special someone and you alone, forget it. At best you will have 10 minutes separated from the rest, because "If you are going to force me into your shit, you might as well do it properly! This things are meant to be spent with family, so nobody don't get to elope for the night!"

They always go to the biggest event around the area they are in, Karaku and Urogi are the ones to find it, since they are the most excited ones.

Guess who makes sure to fix himself for the occasion? I bet you guessed wrong, it's Karaku! He showers, dresses up, put some accesories, shows off a new hairstyle, puts perfume, wears make up and everything. He will also help you to do so (will offer to bath together, even), he does the same with Hantengu and Aizetsu (Urogi will NOT shower for a party, and Sekido would rather touch the sun than let Karaku put his hands on him). "C'mon guys, we gotta break hearts today!"

Aizetsu and Sekido make sure nobody gets separated or lost while Karaku and Urogi want to try every stand at the same time. Hantengu hides in the clothes of the first two, alternating.

Since they can survive sunlight as long as Hantengu is save, Karaku and Urogi also like to participate in activities under the sun. "Bet I last under the sun longer than you! Y/N, watch me! I will conquer the sun from all my victories!" Specially since the two share as favorite the Chōyō no en, so they take chance at the karasu-sumo, drink sake and eat kuri-gohan and kuri-mochi knowing they should not eat human food.

(They compete to see who can eat more without throwing up, Aizetsu always ends up joining and winning. "It's not a big deal, now if you excuse me.... I need to puke..." he never does in front of anyone, but he let's you guide him into a restroom or alway and comfort him after.)

Sekido laughs at everyone else's misery after eating human food, but you have seen him drink sake. Hantengu, Aizetsu and him honestly prefer the kikkoden, to be able to stay in the shadow/night and make ribbons, wishes and poetry calmy. Karaku and Urogi sing while they see the carnaval.

They actually don't eat these days, since the fact they actually drink (with you if you want to) they severe their stomachs, so they choose one. And they always choose the sake over the flesh. (Also, both Aizetsu and Karaku always manage to get other drugs, cannabis specially, if you want some. Even Sekido and Hantengu take a smoke or two of that weed.)

You can do whoever you want in the activities, but you must always be where everyone in the group can see you and hopefully be doing it with one of the guys.

PDA under fireworks all the way in. Karaku will even dare doing the dirtiest kiss in front of Hantengu and the other clones. Urogi is unafraid of both having you in his lap/arms or being in yours. Sekido would have his arm in your back leaning over you. Aizetsu is into holding hands.

If you get drunk then both Sekido and Aizetsu would take care of you the next day, same way they do with Urogi and Karaku who are probably way more fucked up than you.

Akaza:

He usually doesn't celebrate them, but the second he got into a relationship he wanted nothing more than to do so. "They are not meant to be spent alone. I can't think of a teason to celebrate if there is nobody to do so with."

Akaza is very romantic, he makes sure to make little details and try new things for you. He would dedicate the whole night into having a time and space to be with you and have a good time. Alone and together.

He let's choose what you want to do and you want to eat, he just doesn't eag those days. He also doesn't drink, just likes to spend the night making sure you are happy and taken care of.

He likes New Year the most, but he likes all festivities that include fireworks. That is his favorite part of these days, to see that show. He likes to so it secluded from everyone, just with you.

He holds your hand under the fireworks, there are times he starts crying under them too. He never looks at you when that happens, just at the explosions lf colors in the sky. If you try to ask him what is wrong you will only find him not answering, almost in a trance. He will get a lot more attentive and needy of physical touch/words of affirmation after that.

"I love you. I love you so much. Please stay." He never wants to go back to the festivals after the fireworks, just stay and cuddle with you. If you want to go further with him, he will definetely be in mood. He really wants to love you and feel love after crying like that.

It's impossible for you to get drunk with him taking care of you, that includes taking the drinks away. Still, if you want to be coddled the dah after, he has no problems in doing so.

Douma:

This one is a weird one. Douma usually is part of the the celebrations more than celebrating it himself. In his cult he is dressed up and specially worshiped by his cult members, with prayers, offerings and reunions to listen to him.

Really, those are HOURS where he must basically be the crucifix for the day, you are surprised he even is willing to stay qt the cult (then again, he only gets to feel the boredom of not daing anything. He doesn't understand why he would not keep the tradition, so he does.)

After the official celebration? Douma likes to go wild and take you with him, he would definetely like to eat and drink the same thibgs as humans until he is throwing up his guts ver a corner. He would also eat a lot of women, not caring if you are with him.

Douma would stay up the whole night and will expect you to do the same, he would also need you to guide him throught activities if you decide to elope to a carnaval for the night.

He would not fix himself for any occasions, he is just looking for some fun, the same as always. He doesn't really understand the religious and emotional meaning festivities have on people, he just knows there is a party outside and as a demon he can scape to it. For that same reason he would not have a favorite festivity, but if you have one he would say "What a coincidense, that is also my favorite" and join you in your celebration.

He would do everything to you and let you do everything you want to him under the fireworks, even go to a hallway and get intense (Don't recommend you to, remember that mouth was full of flesh and puke not so long ago).

You think he will take care of you if you get drunk? At best he will have a follower doing so, but with the night you had... is more urgent someone is taking care of him.

#demon slayer #kny #top reader #upper moons #kny x reader #karaku #urogi #aizetsu #douma #gyutaro #sekido #akaza #hantengu #daki #kny headcanons #holidays #japanese holidays #sorry if you were expecting western holidays

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justsomerandomfanfic · 11 months

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Reunion Disaster - Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Title: Reunion Diaster

Steve Rogers X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Reader's mother, Reader's father (Mentioned), Reader's family (Mentioned), Bucky (Mentioned), Sam (Mentioned), and Loki (Mentioned)

WC: 3,460

Warnings: Reader has a mother and father, Reader doesn't have a good relationship with family, bullying, Reader's mother is probably a Karen, nervousness, anxiety, embarrassment, fear of failure, teasing, taunting, mentions of the 2012 invasion, love at first sight mentioned, slightly suggestive, Steve gets protective, family angst, and fluff

You never really had a good relationship with your family. Sure, some of your cousins were alright and you had a nice aunt and uncle here and there, but your parents were a whole nother story. Ever since you were a kid, they always made sure you felt like a failure. They didn’t want you to grow up to be a disappointment so they never showed any interest in your hobbies or likes. Everything you did, to them, wasn't enough or 'perfect' enough. In high school, when you won second place in the Science Fair, your parents scolded you for not getting first. When you got into college, they weren't pleased that you didn't go into politics as they expected. They didn't even seem happy for you when you moved away from town because they didn't expect you to go too far. In reality, your move from New Jersey to New York was to get away from them. Your mother kept trying to make you think about the 'real world' so it was hard to have any fun.

It was frustrating at first, but then you realized it was better than nothing. So you started doing things for yourself. Going on adventures, making new friends, and having fun being a young adult in the city that never sleeps. One day though, while out with friends, heading to a cafe for lunch, aliens came out of the sky and some guy in a gold-horned helmet was at the center of it. You almost, almost regretted moving to New York, but that was also the day you met him. Captain America had saved you that day, pulling you out of the way of falling shrapnel and concrete. You could still remember the feeling of his arms wrapped around your waist, so protective and strong as he asked if you were alright. You could still remember that day, looking into his deep blue eyes; unable to look away until he was called back into action.

Meeting Steve was the best thing to have ever happened to you. You fell, and you fell hard. Ever since that day, you had thought about Steve every moment you could. Just turning on the TV to the news just for the chance to catch a glimpse of his beautiful face. And Steve had been in the very same boat. Ever since he saved you, he couldn't get you out of his head. Steve had no idea how to get in contact with you or find you in any way. Long story short, while having breakfast with Bucky and Sam, you entered the same restaurant with your friends. After a little bit of confidence boosting by his friends, Steve got up and went over to you. You didn't notice him walking over at first, only looking over when your friends' faces were all slacked-jaws and wide eyes.

And that was the beginning of your relationship.

Four years later, your relationship with Steve, and life in general, couldn't possibly get any better than it already was... But it could get worse. Your parents were hosting the annual family reunion at their home. When you got the message early from your cousin, you prepared yourself for a phone call from your mother. She would probably call you, insisting that you come, and bring Steve with you. But she would ask earnestly, no. A year into your relationship with Steve, you visited your parents during the holidays and told them about your boyfriend. You told them that you were dating Steve Rogers.

Your father, being a news station and newspaper fiend, knew who you were talking about, and so did your mother. Almost instantly your mother let out her signature cackle, letting you know bluntly that there was no possible way that you were dating the Captain America. And with that, you never brought up Steve to them again, but not before one last time, trying to prove it to them with a selfie of the two and your boyfriend, but that only failed on you as well.

"Darling, just because you got a picture with Captain America does not mean you're dating him. Really, Frank, who knew we'd raise such a delusional daughter."

You hadn't told Steve about the reunion either. You didn't even know if you should go in the first place. But, you were going to have to, if you didn't your mother would have a fit and try and guilt-trip you in some way. You didn't want to be subjected to her more than you already had to, so going to that stupid reunion was the only option. But you didn't want to go alone, you didn't think you could handle your parents, and other members of your family, by yourself. Constant bickering, Uncle Pete and his old-fashioned views, the screaming toddler cousins running around, and your mother reminding everyone how disappointing you are. You felt your shoulders fall in defeat, you'd have to ask Steve if he would go with you. And, you knew the answer.

~~~

Brushing through your hair with your favorite brush, you untangled all the knots that accumulated throughout the day, all dressed and comfy in your pajamas; your back pressed firmly against the upholstered headboard. You let your mind wander as the sound of Steve's shower filled in the silence. Your mind raced with the many horrible events that could happen at the reunion. There was no doubt that your mother was going to bad-mouth you in your own presence, making you feel terrible about yourself, your personality, appearance, etc. After a moment, the door opened, revealing Steve's perfectly-built silhouette against the light of the bathroom. You looked at him, admiring his bare skin, as he ran a smaller blue towel through his hair. His hair was damp as he ruffled it before tossing the damp towel into the clothes hamper on the other side of the room.

Steve walked over to the side of the bed, keeping eye contact with you as he adjusted his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. You couldn't help the smile that slowly made its way onto your face, the both of you not bothering to say a word as the look in your eyes said it all. Steve leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss, his hands cupping your face. Pulling away slightly, he kissed the tip of your nose gently. "Hello, beautiful," He greeted you, brushing the loose strands of your hair behind your ear and taking your hand.

You smiled at his sweet words, "Hello to you too, handsome." You were so glad to see him. He had been so busy with whatever Fury wanted that you hardly got to see him at all that day.

Steve pressed one more kiss to your forehead before slipping into bed beside you, turning on his side and wrapping his arm around your waist, his face digging into your side as you sat your brush on your bedside table. Instantly, your fingers slid through Steve's soft, damp hair, gently massaging his scalp, generating a soft groan from the man himself. As you ran your fingers through his hair, you felt Steve's nose rub against your side, tickling you slightly, and gaining your attention.

"What's on your mind?" His deep voice spoke up, slightly muffled as his face was still pressed against Steve's... Your shirt. You hadn't even realized that you were even staring off into space, but Steve being Steve, knew something was wrong.

"Just..." You get the words stuck in your throat as you try to force them out. It's now or never. You took a deep breath before you finally decided to speak up. "My mom called, she wants me to come to the family reunion next weekend."

Steve snuggled his face closer into your side, soothing you slightly from just his touch; helping you know that he is always there for you. "Do you want to go?" He then asked, and you felt your chest begin to tighten.

You swallowed before answering, "Well, I have to. It's my mother we're talking about-"

"But do you want to go?" Steve interrupted you, making you look down at him, meeting his blue eyes as he stared up at you.

A small sigh left your mouth, shaking your head. "No... Not really. But she’ll then bother me and call me non stop asking me how come I never came-"

"If you want me to, sweetheart," He cut you off once more, trailing off slightly as his hand around your waist found its way under your shirt, his thumb rubbing comforting circles into your warm skin, "I'll go with you."

You let out a sigh, your heart skipping a beat at how sweet Steve was being, and how understanding he was in general. Letting out one more sigh, you spoke, "Thank you, Stevie. But the main reason why I am so... Anxious is that my parents don't think I'm really dating you."

At that, Steve looked up, pushing himself up onto his arms as he looked up at you with a raised eyebrow. "Really?" He asked, sort of at a loss for words as you nodded.

"I told them flat-out after the first year but they didn't believe me. I even tried showing them a picture of the two of us when we both went to the Empire State Building, but they were being... Irritating as usual."

Steve frowned slightly, overall confused as he spoke up, "Why don't they believe you?"

You let out a small huff as you began to play with your fingers nervously, "Oh, darling, you can't possibly be dating the Captain America. Why would you think he'd go for someone like you?" You mimicked your mother's voice, pitching up your tone before continuing, "Darling, just because you got a picture with Captain America does not mean you're dating him. Really, Frank, who knew we'd raise such a delusional daughter." You remembered your mother's horrible words, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment, and quickly shook your head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts from your mind.

You then let out a small squeak as Steve pulled you down the bed, your head landing on your pillow. Placing each hand on either side of your head, Steve gazed down at you, "Sweetheart," Steve whispered, looking directly into your eyes, a soft smile adorning his face. "You know that I love you, right?" The way he said it, in such a tender voice, and looking at you with this loving expression made you melt. You didn't even bother replying as you wrapped your arms around Steve's neck, pressing your body flush against his. Steve held you close, kissing the top of your head softly, "If you really need to go, no matter the reason, I'll go with you."

You felt your confidence growing, letting out a small giggle, you brushed your fingers against Steve's back, trailing along his spine slowly, causing the blonde-haired Super Soldier to shiver. You begin to feel giddy, giddy at the thought of seeing your parents' faces when you arrive with Steve on your arm. You were done with how they had both been treating you. You weren't going to stand for their behavior anymore.

"Stevie, thank you," You began, letting your nail gently graze across his bare shoulder, "And thank you for wanting to come with me... And supporting me, loving me..."

Steve pushed himself back up, giving you a small grin as he gazed down at you, "Of course," He paused, his minty breath ghosting over your lips, "Anything for you, honey." You returned the gesture before pulling Steve down, connecting your lips with his, kissing him deeply as he placed his hands on your waist and pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss.

~~~

Adjusting your outfit in the bathroom mirror, you let out a shaky breath. It was the day of the reunion, and you were already feeling nervous. Fidgeting with your hair, you didn't notice when Steve poked his head into the room, watching as you fiddled with your hair, before readjusting the hem of your sweater. Steve pushed off the doorway and coming up behind you, Steve wrapped his arms around your waist, capturing your attention. Your eyes lock on his blue ones through the mirror, watching as he places his chin on your shoulder. He was dressed in his favorite blue button-up and tan pants. Looking as gorgeous as ever.

"You look beautiful," He assured you, making you smile sheepishly before nodding. The more you were with Steve, the more comfortable you felt with everything. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had been able to accept you, to love you without question since the very beginning. Turning you around in his arms, Steve gave you another tight hug, resting his chin on the top of your head. After a few seconds, he broke apart from the embrace, placing his hands on your upper arms, looking at you intently, smiling gently at you as you looked up at him. "Are you ready?" He then asked, and you nodded, feeling more and more ready.

~~~

The drive was a good two hours, but those two hours were filled with singing along to pop songs on the radio, the GPS giving Steve directions, and the breeze whipping through your hair. But that feeling of being carefree soon dissipated when your eyes landed on your parents' home. The large home, five bedroom - three bath, stood almost menacingly; mocking and calling to you. You squeezed Steve's hand that you held in your lap, your free hand playing with the band of the watch on his wrist. glancing down at the said object, it seemed that you were right on time.

Pulling into the driveway, you recognized some of the other cars parked there; your Aunt Bernice, and your cousin Sue. With a gentle squeeze of your hand, Steve let go of your hand. Letting out a breath, you accepted your fate and unbuckled your seat belt, just as Steve opened your passenger side door. His gentleman acts never ceased to make your stomach erupt into butterflies, but today, especially, today you were more than grateful for his help.

As you walked up the cobbled walkway, Steve kept a firm grip on your hand, his thumb running soothingly over the back of your hand as you approached the house. Heading to the backyard, you could hear people chatting and laughing, making your stomach turn into one giant knot. Steve reached out and opened the white picket fence's gate, allowing you to enter as he shut it behind him. Looking around, you noticed that almost your entire family was present, from cousins, aunts, and uncles; it was a full house.

Noticing how anxious you were quickly becoming, Steve gestured to the refreshments table a few feet away. You didn't want him to leave you but you really wanted some lemonade. Leaning down, Steve gave you a small kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right back."

As you watched him leave for the table, you felt as if everything would be alright, that is, until you heard your mother shriek your name. You froze before you plaster a small smile on your face, turning around to face your mother's sickly-sweet beaming smile. "Y/N! Darling! You came!" She came over, her arms open wide to bring you into a hug before he stopped. Looking around, she put on a pout, "No date?" She asked you, sounding disappointed as she clasped her hand together, her eyebrows furrowed.

Your eyes widened and you shook your head frantically, "No, mom-"

"And after all those years of you insisting that you were dating Captain America..." She scoffed, crossing her arms, "Really, darling, I expected better of you..." You furrowed your eyebrows as your mother's words trailed off, watching as she eyed something behind you; her eyes wide in shock as her mouth hung open slightly agape.

You looked behind you and let out a sigh of relief as Steve came over holding a cup of what you could only hope was lemonade. Your bravery was growing by the second as you wrapped your arm around Steve's waist, him doing the same as he handed you your drink. "Mom," You spoke up, turning your attention to the woman before you, "This is my boyfriend, Steve."

Your mother just continued to stare at Steve, and he was used to it by others back in New York, but your mother was making him a bit nervous too. "You're Captain America." She stated, before narrowing her eyes slightly, "How much is she paying you?" She then demanded, her tone accusatory as Steve frowned, becoming as confused as he was becoming irritated.

"She's not paying me, Mrs. L/N." Steve spoke, ever the gentleman as his arm around you tightened, "I really am dating your daughter."

"But- But that's absurd!" Your mother screeched, this time in shock and defiance as he glanced from you to Steve, "You with her?" She then turned to you, talking down at you as if you were a child again, "Darling, you don't need to bribe superheroes to get dates." She spat, her disgust palpable. "This is childish, really."

Steve glared daggers at your mother, clenching his jaw tightly, "Excuse me?" He growled, his voice deepened slightly, it almost surprised you. You never really heard him use his authoritative voice. You had only heard it a couple of times when you were with the other Avengers hanging out or that one time you watched a mission with Fury. You had to admit, the tone in his voice was making you feel some sort of way. "How dare you speak about her in that way." He said, his voice low and dangerous, "Look ma'am, you have an intelligent, generous, funny, and gorgeous daughter, and it's a shame that you can't see that. She deserves so much more than whatever your family has thrown at her." Your mother's face flushed red with embarrassment and your heart fluttered as you stared up at Steve in awe; your eyes wide, and your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. You didn't know it was possible, but you just fell for Steve all over again, falling deeper and deeper; hanging onto every word. "You are acting like a bully, and I don’t stand for bullies.” Letting out a sigh from his nose, he turned you away from your mother, “Come on, honey, let’s go home.”

Hardly even there for twenty minutes, Steve led you back to the picket fence gate, unable to stop the lovesick grin from spreading on your face. Helping you into the car, Steve marched his way to the driver's side, hopping into the car and letting out a deep sigh. Looking over at you, Steve felt a bit nervous. How were you feeling? Were you still upset? But when he turned to look at you, from that smile on your face, and the way you looked at him, Steve felt himself calm instantly. Smiling sheepishly at you, Steve took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

"I love you." You spoke up with a sigh, admiring the man before you.

The softness in your tone made Steve's heart warm. "I love you too, sweetheart." He replied softly, leaning across the console and placing a kiss on your lips.

You sighed into the kiss, almost forgetting about the lemonade in your hands, hastily putting the cup in the cup holder before you brought one hand up to cup Steve's cheek, while the other remained entwined with his. Pulling away slowly, you rested your forehead against his, taking in his features before you pressed your lips to his once again. This kiss lasted longer, as you both tried to savor each other's taste and scent, relishing the feel of each other. You never wanted this moment to end, not when you could spend the rest of your life in each other's arms.

Finally pulling away, you giggled lightly as you watched Steve’s cheeks turn a faint pink. "You okay?" Steve asked, smiling as you nodded, reaching over and kissing him once more.

"Much better now." You told him before the two of you pulled away.

"I'm proud of you." He muttered, making your cheeks flush as you bashfully looked down at your lap. Looking at his watch, he buckled and started the engine of the car, "Well, it's about lunchtime. Wanna go get something to eat and then go home?"

“Cuddle?” You asked, and with Steve’s own nod you sat back in your seat, taking a sip of your lemonade, you nodded, "I'd love nothing more."

#cute #fluff #slight angst #x reader #x female reader #x you #x y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #fanfics #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel steve rogers #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n

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🦇 Sleepless in Dubai Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐

❝ “Be the light. No matter how much our flame dims over the year, this is a time for renewal. Don’t let the negative energy keep you in the dark. Bring your flame back to life, let it roar, and be brighter than ever." ❞

❓ #QOTD What's your favorite Middle Eastern or Indian food? OR What's your favorite holiday? ❓ 🦇 High school senior Nikki is ready to celebrate Diwali in style—not at home, but during a five-day trip to Dubai! There's only one hitch: her childhood friend and neighbor, Yash, is coming with his family. After a fight at the beginning of the summer, they've been estranged. To celebrate the true meaning of Diwali (and earn back her parents' trust), can Nikki let go of her dark resentment to let light and forgiveness in?

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💜 The bookish bats who know me are aware that a) I'm Middle Eastern and b) I love books by South Asian authors that make you salivate because of all the delicious food. The moment Nikki mentioned Arabic coffee, I was like, "This is my girl." I've had the fortune of traveling to Dubai before and can attest to its stunning sights, so I connected with the story right away. Yash is adorable, Nikki's little sister is a freaking HOOT (I have three younger sisters, so I felt Nikki's mixed frustration/amusement). Reading this book was an adventure through Dubai without the long, exhausting flight. Getting to celebrate Diwali with Nikki through the food and customs was an absolute delight.

🦇 Unfortunately, Nikki is a difficult character to love from the start. While this is listed as YA (Nikki is about to start her senior year of high school), she's stubborn, childish, and a bit of a crybaby. She reminded me a little bit of Usagi from Sailor Moon. Her stubbornness toward Yash doesn't relent for most of the story, and since there's technically a third-act breakup, it takes a long time for her character development to really come into effect. Nikki's voice is off at times, too; the random "Bros" and ending her thoughts with exclamation points only make her seem younger (even though she wants her parents to recognize her maturity). Though the vacation only spans five days, the story drags at times, too. The biggest issue for me was the predictability; from the first chapter, anyone YA reader can guess every plot point moving forward. While the rich culture of Dubai dazzles and lives up to the real-world splendor, the rest of the story fell flat for me.

🦇 Recommended to fans of YA, books with TONS of delicious food worth salivating over, and friends-to-lovers stories with plenty of angst.

✨ The Vibes ✨ 🌴 Young Adult 🇦🇪 Travel / Foreign Food 🎇 Friends to Enemies to Friends to Lovers 🪔 Diwali Celebration 💞 Rom-Com

🦇 Major thanks to the author @sajnipatelbooks and publisher @abramskids / @piquebeyond for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book. #SleeplessinDubai #Netgalley

#books #reading #book blog #book review #book lovers #book: sleepless in dubai #author: sajni patel #batty about books #battyaboutbooks #books and coffee #coffee and books #kindle ebooks #kindle books #young adult #young adult fiction #young adult books

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jtargaryen18 · 1 year

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Request? Honestly,since AHIAR is completed and so is Misled,may I request a chapter 4 of Gentle Frost? I'm dying to know how their date would go. I was so excited when I found out there was a chapter 3 and it really tugged at my heartstrings after I read it 🙈😭💔 I actually teared up (as usual) when dark!Steve is willing to take pretending reader loves him than nothing at all unaware that reader is already reciprocating in her heart,just non-verbally. I'm a follower and I've always checked your page everyday now for updates of it. I'm still not getting over your Steve Rogers fics 😭🥺 And I'm not even a Steve girl,I was so obsessed with Bucky and your dark Steve fics swayed me 😂 Jk,I love them both but I really mostly read Bucky fics before but after reading your Steve fics? Now I kept searching for Steve fics too. I'm so damn soft for dark!steve who redeems himself and even grovels (that one scene in chapter 20 of AHIAR that I don't want to describe in case it would spoil it to new readers. Idk if it counts as grovel enough but he lets her get back at him in a way and make her see she doesn't have to be scared of him anymore like before) after everything he puts the reader through 🥺 He really regrets it. It's a pattern I noticed in your dark Steve fics (even in Ransom Naughty Holiday). And it's perfect for dark fic to be able to have a proper happy ending. And yes,I love the happy endings as well. 🖤❤ In other dark fics series I've read which I won't name any,Steve or Bucky barely redeems or didn't redeem themselves at all and the endings aren't happy,it's more like reader has completely given up or still wishes she could escape if guven the chance and still scared and uncomfortable with Steve/Bucky (the main love interest in dark fics I've mostly read) and complied by coercion so they don't hurt her. It felt more lustful and but not so much love are expressed between reader and Steve/Bucky. But I get it,they are DARK fics. Your angsty dark fics is a fresh change. Where Steve actually fell in love and fell hard for reader after some time of keeping her captive. That,that right there,that's what I've been looking for this whole. An angsty dark fic (bonus if it has an happy ending,an actual one where they're both happy and willing to admit they're in love with each other just as much despite the circumstances of their first "meetings" 😂)🖤 I've only found a few dark Steve or Bucky fic series from other authors with so much emotions and angst. I wish more dark fics would get angsty like yours 😭🥺💔🖤❤

Thank you, thank you, thank you for this. This wonderful note just made me so happy. 💕🙏💕It means a lot that you noticed exactly what I was trying to do.

I like dark fics of all kinds but when I personally go to write one, I need the characters to have learned something or change even a little based on what happened during the story. Emotions are the heart of that. You can do so many bad things to any given character but it doesn't matter if I can't make you care about them. If you care about a character/reader, you'll stay with them until they've met their goal or you know they're okay.

Sometimes I really question all the angst and sentiment I pile on to stories because that's what I personally like. I'm always so grateful when someone else sees what I did and that's what they were looking for. Printing this one out for my vision board. Thank you so SO much! HUGS 💕💕💕

#Thank you #I'm so grateful

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anxietywriter · 1 year

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holiday prompts!

once read the softest fucking fic about a pairing making latkes (they're like potato pancakes) together and my heart,,, anyways just a bunch of prompts based on what i know abt hanukkah and christmas but can also be applicable to any other holiday if there's any overlaps <]:)

flashback to what was written five seconds ago, the most domestic fluff about a pairing or found family making food for the holiday together, not something super elaborate like thanksgiving dinners, but more homey comfort food

love the different ways people choose to pass the time together during the holidays, like watching a seasonal movie or playing games games together with ridiculous costumes that fit the holiday (a 'sexy' dreidal costume exists and i love that)

mistletoe fic is so cheesy but so so good, love when one character is really shy and goes in for a quick peck while the other hums for a bit and encourages them to do more

last minute gift shopping or that frantic feeling of ordering something online as a present and just hoping or calculating that it gets delivered on time

not really a hanukah thing but i keep seeing tiktoks of jewish peeps looking at hanukkah-themed toys and stuff at large retail stores and making fun of how bad it is, just absolutely tearing apart everything wrong with the product and how it does/doesn't relate to hanukah (i find it amusing and informative lol)

the struggle of wrapping gifts, scraps of excess paper on the floor, somehow someone got tape in their hair, the gift looks a little lumpy, the gift is not in a box making it somewhat harder to wrap nicely

hiding gifts until the day before they're gifted or until they're wrapped, shenanigans as the giftee tries to find where the gift is hidden

angst fic about being unable to afford a nice gift and the anxiety of picking out something that they'd want or need while still being in budget, especially if the person they're buying for is more financially well off or they're not a gift person

reverse-ish, where the giftee is into so many different fandoms and loves so many trinkets and junk and stuff, to the point where the gifter struggles to settle on one 'best' gift

love it when found families get together and interact, the excitement for the gifts and quality time and food, the peace because they've been through so much together they deserve rest, just them being happy and healing

christmas specific and again, common trope, but secret santa! love when there's meddling to rig the secret santa, the scrambling for a gift, the wooing potential, the dramatic reveal, the anxiety, the happy ending, mwah

decorating for the holidays and it really is a team effort, but by the end it looks nice and all you can do is admire it, even if it's only the bare minimum inside decorations because hey! it makes you happy :3

gotta say that i love snow shenanigans, but as someone who has never seen snow, i love the hilarity of people being able to go out swimming, wear shorts or croptops or hawaiian shirts, and just hanging out because it doesn't get that cold and when it does it's usually mid to late december (it does however, get cold enough to hail sometimes)

love how soft people look when they dress up for the winter like the fluffy sweaters that kind of just swallow them, damn, the lovely soft scarves, damn, the cutest beanies, damn, and like they just look so huggable

#writing prompts #prompt list #story prompts #i don't know a bunch about hanukkah #so if there's any traditions #feel free to share bc would love to read about it and see fics about it #my lil heart would be like '!!! i know that'

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hobiiiiiworld · 2 years

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Hate Game | PJM + MYG - Chapter 6

⇢ Boiling point

Synopsis:

Onus

/ˈəʊnəs/

noun something that is one's duty or responsibility.

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Jimin loses his brother. His father loses his first born son, the heir of his company, leaving it up to Jimin to keep his father´s company in the Park family. Jimin would never have pictured himself marrying out of duty. However, Mr. Min, who only married Jimin so he could take over the company, isn´t exactly how Jimin pictured. Now, all he wants is to make Yoongi regret his decision to marry for money.

Pairing: Park Jimin x Min Yoongi | Kim Seokjin x Kim Namjoon

Genres: Marriage out of duty | Angst | Emotional Hurt

Word Count: 2,6K

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Jimin doesn't know what the sound is, but it's annoying and it just woke him up. He tries to turn around and fall back asleep, but it's impossible. The noise coming from the hallway is too loud. Turning back around, he checks the time on his phone and leaps out of bed. Barging out of his bedroom, he follows the noise all the way to the kitchen where Yoongi is currently cooking as a lewd rap-song plays loudly in the background. Jimin stops right in front of him, holding up his phone to show the time.

"It's fucking seven on a Saturday. Do you hate me so much you have to wake me before the crack of dawn?"

Jimin spent the night thinking and crying and turning around in his new bed. His mind got away from him, starting at Ji before it went to Hoseok, ending up at Yoongi and that guy. He couldn´t stop wondering what he sees in Yoongi, and how Yoongi managed to land such a bright person when he is the exact opposite. Jimin thought about telling tattoo-boyfriend about how Yoongi offered Jimin his bed, but figured Yoongi was probably mocking him when he did that.

At least he knows Yoongi is into guys, which shouldn't be comforting, but it makes Jimin feel a little less dirty.

And that's how he spent his first night in the new apartment. It's safe to say it took a very long time before Jimin managed to fall asleep, so now he would really like his sleep…

Yoongi looks at the phone, then at Jimin.

"Should call Hoseok back," he says casually, turning back to the cooking. Jimin whips the phone around and is immediately filled with remorse and sadness. 20 missed calls from Hoseok. Without answering, he turns around and walks out of the kitchen. "Should probably change your background too," Yoongi calls after him, referring to the background-picture of him and Hoseok from last year's holiday.

Without reading any of them, Jimin deletes all the messages he received from Hoseok during the night, wanting nothing more than to forget about his whole existence. That quickly proves difficult, locked in alone his room with only the sounds from the hall to take his mind away from the thoughts. He can imagine Hoseok coming home to their apartment, finding it silent, Jimin´s closet opened and emptied and Jimin gone. Jimin can imagine the confused expression Hoseok would have before he realized Jimin left. He can imagine his mouth opening and closing as he tries to catch his breath, his forehead creasing as he tries to get a hold of Jimin. He can imagine the tears streaming down his face. The sounds as he cries.

He can't just sit here, he figures.

It isn´t until Jimin goes under the hot stream in the shower, which is usually where his brain really starts churning, that he realizes how different this morning has been from the other mornings the last three weeks. He's been awake for about fifteen minutes, and this is the first time Ji comes to mind. How could this happen? It hasn't even been a month, he really shouldn't be able to go fifteen minutes of his day before realizing that his brother isn´t here anymore. The way Jimin loved - still love - Ji, it should be the first thing crossing his mind as he wakes up. It should still ruin his whole day from the first moment he wakes.

Maybe you didn't love him enough. Maybe you're not grieving enough because you didn't love him like you should.

Jimin´s stomach aches. There is a pricking behind his eyes. Even as he tries his best to hold it off, the guilt grips and shakes him. He tries to breathe and think about anything else, but it's so hard when it only makes it worse.

See? You don't even want to think about him. If you loved him you would be on the floor, sobbing. You should be miserable, wanting nothing but to bring your brother back.

And he knows that this isn´t the way grief works, but it feels so very true when the voice in his head explains it to him. It makes sense. Of course he should be grieving more than he is, because even his breakup is starting to hurt. When nothing should be able to come close to the pain of his brother dying, he can feel the heavy feeling in his stomach when he thinks about Hoseok. And Hoseok hasn't died, he's fine. Jimin can call him, but he can't call Ji.

The grief and guilt is settling in his stomach like cement, making it hurt too much for him to hold it off much longer. With one hand on the wall, he hangs his head, covering his face with the other, letting the salty tears mix with the clean water.

At first, it's just tears, but the more he lets the emotions take control, the harder it gets to hold in the sounds that want to escape. He tries biting his finger, but stops when it feels like he's biting through the skin. He tries holding a hand over his mouth, but it's hard to breathe that way. At last, he tries holding his breath, which only increases the need to scream. In the end, he can only hope the whimpers and cries aren't loud enough to be heard over Yoongi´s music.

It takes a long time for Jimin to calm down, but once he finally does, exhaustion takes over. He dries himself as quickly as he can with a random towel he found in the cabinet, tiptoes back to his room, gets dressed and collapses on the bed. Closing his eyes, he almost falls back asleep.

There is a knock on the door. Jimin doesn't answer, pretending like he's not there as he tries to let sleep take him.

"There's breakfast in the kitchen if you're feeling hungry," Yoongi says, then, guessing by the decreasing volume of his steps, walks away.

Against his own better judgment, Jimin joins him. He's hungry, which trumps the desire to avoid his future husband. Yoongi is sitting down by the table when he enters the kitchen, a coffee-cup in one hand, his phone in the other.

"Can you really not do anything but stare at that thing?" Jimin asks as he takes a seat, making Yoongi look up at him. He regrets it at once, Yoongi stares at him with his eyebrows knotted together. If Jimin didn't know any better, he would mistake the emotion for worry.

"Just some work emails that needs checking on."

"You sure it's not that boyfriend?" mutters Jimin, helping himself to the pancakes.

"How was the first night? Did you get any sleep?" Yoongi asks quickly and a little bit too loud.

"Until an ignorant idiot woke me up."

"But yet, here you are, eating my food like a spoiled little…" Yoongi snaps, stopping himself to take a deep breath. Then, he sits back, sipping his coffee as he stares at Jimin, who is now devouring the food.

"Don't be so shy. You better snap back before you end up murdering me."

Yoongi laughs. And it's not as harsh or deep as Jimin thought it would be. In fact, it's silent, his mouth going wide and open, shoulders shaking as he runs his hand swiftly under his nose. Jimin realizes how warm Yoongi seems when he is like this. And to think this is only a fraction of the warmth he displayed for tattoo-boyfriend yesterday...

"I think you would probably end up murdering me from the way you're acting."

"What am I supposed to act like, then? Sorry I'm not leaping in the air, drawing hearts around you or kissing your feet," Jimin can't help but be sarcastic. Yoongi seems to have had an expectation of what Jimin would be like, and being… well, not like that, is very satisfying. He likes the thought of everything not being exactly the way Yoongi imagined it to be. The thought that Jimin can give Yoongi a struggle.

"I'm about to return you, you know," Yoongi jokes. It has the opposite effect he intended, Jimin only getting more angry at the insinuation that he's an object Yoongi can return. Jimin is already being tossed around like a sack of potatoes, given to the best qualified man without any regard of what - or whom - Jimin wants.

"Sorry you had to get me included with the company."

Yoongi sighs then, putting the cup down with a loud bang. "Me too," he says, standing up. "I'll be home around six."

He's out before Jimin can react.

Jimin invites Taehyung over for dinner.

"There he is!" Taehyung wraps his arms around Jimin as he enters the apartment, squeezing. For a while, Jimin relaxes against him, letting himself feel comforted by the hug. His best friend seems to read Jimin like an open book, holding Jimin closer to him, swaying a little to make him laugh. Jimin is the first to pull away.

"Welcome to my new apartment."

"Is it alright?"

"It's not home, that's for sure," Jimin says, shrugging. "Let me give you a tour."

Jimin and Taehyung make their way through the apartment one room at a time, their spirits getting lower the further into the apartment they get. Jimin remembers this place not feeling like him, but seeing it from an outsider's perspective, it seems even less like a place Jimin would want to live in. By the look on Taehyung´s face, he agrees. He touches the gray blanket on over the back of the couch, flicking it away with his finger.

"Yeah, it's not very… me."

"We could give it a little Jimin sparkle."

"What?" Jimin laughs at his friend´s childish expression. Taehyung jumps forwards to grab Jimin´s arm, clearly very exited now. Now, there are a lot of things that make Taehyung Jimin´s best friend, but this is probably the thing Jimin likes the most about Taehyung: how easily exactable he is. And when Taehyung gets exited, he gets exited.

"We can spice this place up a little. Give it some color and warmth. If we go out shopping now, we can drink and decorate and make this your place as well!"

Jimin likes the idea. He wonders what Yoongi would think if he came home to his apartment, that he probably spent time and effort into making into something he loved, and found it redecorated and changed. Jimin knows he, himself, would hate not having a say in his space being changed without notice, and from the looks of the clean surfaces and boring, yet thought out, color theme, Yoongi is even more set in his ways than Jimin. Yes, Jimin realizes, Yoongi would absolutely hate it.

"Actually," he says, looking around himself. "That's probably the best idea you have had. Ever."

"That would be thanksgiving last year," Taehyung says proudly.

"Nope. Not going there! Should we go?"

On their way home, they stop by the restaurant across the street to pick up some food. Meanwhile Taehyung waits for the food, Jimin runs next door to grab some beers for the two of them. With a couple of plants, a new rug, a couple of throw pillows, some candles and many, many small decorative pieces, they return to the apartment, Jimin using the code Yoongi texted him to lock themselves back in. They practically inhale their food and go to work, too exited to wait. Taehyung, it turns out, is more exited about the beer than the decorating, and makes sure they drink enough by cheering and clinking their bottles together regularly.

By the time Jimin hears the front door unlocking, he's almost done with the Jiminfication of the apartment, now four beers in and feeling quite tipsy. And seeing the look on Yoongi´s face makes Jimin almost jump in triumph. Yoongi completely stops in his tracks and his eyes go wide and his lips turn upward in a dissatisfied way. Jimin knows Yoongi sees the orange rug laid across the hallway first. It's the most out there piece Jimin brought back, and probably too out there for Yoongi to appreciate it, but Jimin likes it and figured it should be displayed for all visitors to see.

But then Yoongi sets his eyes in Jimin, and Jimin can only point to Taehyung, who is standing to the right of him, his beer in his hand, a plant in the other. Jimin realizes he has to be a little more than tipsy, swaying from his spot. And even though he's intoxicated, it's so easy to see Yoongi absolutely hates it, his pupils shaking a little, fist clenched around his keychain.

"Oh, hi!" Taehyung says merrily, walking up to Yoongi with an outstretched hand. "You must be the future husband of my best friend! I'm Kim Taehyung, but if you're nice you get to call me Tae. Go the extra mile and you get to call me Bear."

Yoongi seems to get zipped out of his trance and finally moves his stare from Jimin to Taehyung, accepting the hand.

"Ah, right. I'm Min Yoongi. It's nice to meet you, Taehyung."

"Alright! You can call me Tae," Jimin´s best friend betrays him. And no, it's not really a betrayal when it's his future husband, but it certainly feels like that. For a second, he wonders if Yoongi is capable of stealing the one person Jimin has left, and the thought is enough to awaken his always ready-to-go anger.

"Yah!" he exclaims. "Are you finally going to yell at me now?"

"I´m not going to yell at you for decorating our apartment, Jimin," Yoongi says, sending a worried look towards Taehyung.

"You hate it, so why not yell? Get your frustration out!" Jimin is yelling.

"Are you?"

"Yes! And you-"

"Alright," Taehyung interrupts, grabbing Jimin to guide him back to the couch. "Calm down." Jimin wants to cry when his best friend mouths a "Sorry," to Yoongi. Taehyung tries to calm Jimin, but the alcohol is making it harder for Jimin to calm down. Yoongi gets everything he wants, and Jimin wants to fight him because of it. It should be Jimin.

"No, he´s being unreasonable! We should just fight it out, get it over with."

"Fighting would help?" Taehyung asks, handing him a glass of water. Jimin wonders if he should smash it against the floor. He takes a sip.

"It would!"

"It wouldn't," Yoongi interrupts, agitating Jimin even more.

"You!" Jimin points his finger at Yoongi. "You don't get a say! After you came around, everything has sucked. The common denominator has to be you, and yet," Jimin turns to Taehyung, "I have to fucking marry him. Do you know what he told me? It gets better! Hah! Yeah, right! Why should I believe him when he has everything and I have nothing."

"You have-" Yoongi tries, and Jimin almost punches his this time.

"Nothing!" Jimin bellows as loud as he can. "I don't want this. I want Hoseok, god damnit. And apparently you get to have y-" he is interrupted by a knock on the door. Jimin knows who it is even without having opened the door. "Great! He's here," Jimin says, turning to Taehyung to explain. "His boyfriend is here. Because he gets to have one." Without another word, Jimin walks towards his bedroom. "Have fun, dear future husband." He slams the door as hard as he can, feeling the boiling blood finally calming down.

The worst thing is, he knows just how childish he is being.

Does he care. Yes, he isn´t a child anymore.

Will he get a hold of himself? No, it feels too good getting the anger out.

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Oooh there’s potential in the singer!reader au for them to get caught by paps in a comprising position (kinda like Timothee C and Iza/Eza I don’t know how to spell her name sorry) in a pool or on holiday, just heavy PDA or something and maybe it happens over Christmas break and when Willy gets back to hockey practice they’re all chirping him like ‘so when you said you were doing nothing over Christmas you really meant you were having sex in Mexico with a Grammy winner’

And he’s all ‘I have no idea what you are on about’ because maybe their angst comes from her taking forever to publicly confirm it due to the label being dicks

PLS OMFG

she didn't think anything of it, at the time. what kind of sicko follows a couple all the way to a private villa, into a somewhat remote location in mexico during the holiday season. but that of course, it what some people make their livelihood on. following the most trending celebs at the moment into the most obscure places, trying anything and everything to get that million dollar photo- no matter how scandalous it may be. but honestly, she thought they would be safe. she even let her bodyguards bring their families along to mexico with them, paying for the entire trip with everything included. but the got the villa for just her and william. not for the guy with the camera two hundred feet away. as she scrolls on her phone, she starts to get a million and one text messages, notifications, emails. everything. the photo leaked. the photo of her and william in a hot tub together...she remembers that exact moment pretty well actually. she remembers the way his hands felt on her underneath the warm water, how his lips felt on her neck, and how easily her swim bottoms slipped to the side for him. but now that special, sacred moment that was shared between just the two of them, was now being seen by everyone who had access to media. anyone who cared enough. anyone who was a fan of her. and that...well that was a lot of people. at first she feels anger run through her veins, anger towards the pap who took the photo. then she feels fear, fear that now the relationship she wanted to keep private as much as she could was out in the world. then she felt sick. sick to the stomach by the fact that her worst fear came true. and then...then william called. but he wasn't angry, he wasn't sad. he asked if she was okay. he could care less what anyone else thinks about his relationship, but he doesn't have the fame that y/n does. he doesn't have the expectations that y/n does. william is famous for skating up and down a hockey rink, shooting a little puck around, and doing the best he can at it. y/n is famous for singing songs, wearing the most expensive brands on the red carpet, writing love songs that win awards, and being set on the worlds pedestal. two different types of fame. she said she was okay, but that she was sorry this was even happening to him. y/n just poured it out to him on the phone. her fears, her anger, her sadness. all of it. she didn't want this to happen. she wanted to keep him private, keep him to herself. she liked the secrecy, she liked the riskiness to it all even when it came down to the wire. though she posted about him every once in a while (and even then it wasn't his face, just a picture of them holding hands, or her legs rested on his lap) she still kept it to herself. only letting people know what was going on through her songs. then...then the next time william was in the locker room, he knew what he was about to be asked. he wanted to not only protect his dignity, but also that of his girlfriend's. "fucking a grammy winner now?" "thought you were with family, not a super star willy." "didn't know you liked her music that much?" is what he was heckled by. he didn't respond, but only when someone said "so when you said you were with family, you were actually hooking up with a grammy winner?" he had to bite back. and that he did. "watch your tone- it's not like that. like you'd care, though. she's more than that to me, and that's all you need to know."

#my asks #singer!reader #william nylander #nhl blurb #j's hc #j's writing #< might as well be

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my-headcanons-academia · 3 years

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Inko chews out Endeavour

Characters: Inko Midoriya, Izuku Midoriya, Shouto Todoroki, Endeavour

Genre: Angst, a little bit of fluff and catharsis

TW: Mentions of child abuse, abusive home life, mental drain

Word Count:3 K

A/N: This may be a teensy bit long :3

•Okay listen

•Midoriya is god damn horrified when he hears what Endeavour did/does to his kids. He had obviously guessed that the second-best hero there is who is training his family to also become heroes would have some extensive regime but what Shouto explained wasn't "training" it was just abuse.

•He immediately offers Shouto and his sibling's a place with him and his mum without a moment's hesitation. They're not as rich as the Todoroki's or live in as big a house with as good food, but they're happy. •And when Shouto declines, Izuku isn't really sure what to do.

• it's not his place to tell any media or higher authorities, it'd drastically change the lives of Shouto and his siblings and would affect all of them the rest of their lives. He feels like he can't do much and a part of him feels like doing nothing means he's condoning the abuse that still happens in that home like the emotional neglect and things Shouto may not have mentioned. But he can't do anything about that right now, simply because Shouto won't let him. And while Izuku is fighting every instinct he has which is to take the Todoroki siblings out of there and into a therapist's office, it's not his place to do that.

•So instead, he does what he can for them, like offer to go places more so they're out of the house. Offer free anonymous therapy sites. Have their own improv therapy whenever needed. Promise to be there for whoever trusts him and for those who it may take longer to trust him.

•But with all his good intentions, he starts to bite off more than he can chew. Even when it's not in the midst of midnight therapy or distracting days out, it's constantly nagging at the back of his mind that he wants to do more and he isn't doing everything he can. He doesn't want to "fail" at being a good friend, since he hasn't had many experiences to base off (or any for that matter) but he is running out of emotional room.

•Contrary to the Todoroki household, Inko Midoriya actually notices when her child is going through some rough times and tries to do her best to help.

•I imagine Inko and Midoriya have a close relationship. With no other reliable parent figure in the house, they spent a lot of time together. Not only are they parent and child, but they are also friends who enjoy each others company. Inko may not always understand his fascination with All Might but she'll always ask questions and prompt him to go on about the differences in All Might's costumes and moves, even if she knows all the answers already in the same way Izuku may not understand why she enjoys sewing so much ever since she made him his hero costume but will not hesitate to help her go shopping for and carry new fabrics as she talks about the colours and texture helping boost peoples confidence. (She wants to get better at sewing so she can make a new costume for him that's better than ever before.) •And because Inko and Izuku were rather close, she knew his tells. she'd learnt well from their daily game nights to know when he lying and when he was hiding things. But that was during games. This was far more strenuous. But before she rushed in and crowded him, Inko thought that if there were really something he didn't want her to know, then she shouldn't know. So long as it doesn't hurt him. So, respecting the fact he is now a teenage boy and not a child anymore, she knew he was smart enough to make his own decisions.

•But also being herself, she still wanted to help, even if she didn't know exactly what was going on.

•At first, she thought Izuku wasn't sleeping enough because of the stress of UA so she'd plan days to the seaside or mini-holiday or they could try to make a new dessert or do a movie marathons to distract him from it. And she always took note of how very time she offered, he'd always insist some way or another that the Todoroki's join them which of course she had no quarrels with, she was delighted he loved spending so much time with his friends!

•When that didn't help she offered to get him a tutor, maybe he was anxious about his studies? She didn't trust her own education enough to tutor him as he was always impressing her with fun trivia and general knowledge but she'd taken a break in her sewing hobby to save up some money to be able to pay for a tutor.

•But when he began not eating as much, mind always preoccupied with something else than his usual hero ideology and theories, the day of the annual parent-teacher meeting and Izuku hadn't uttered a word since he got home, she sat him down on the couch, held his hands, his scarred and trembling hands, and she asked him. "Are you alright?"

•She's asked this many times before, every time he came home from school, every time she found him up in the middle of the night shakily drinking some water while staring at his phone as if expecting some death from the family. But this time? •This time her words echo in Izuku's head, getting louder and louder with each reverberation, picking up speed and other voices with every hit to his mind, the sound of text messages, quiet telephone calls, rushed breathing, stifled words, hearing footsteps from the other line, the need to help all drowning him in a cacophony of utter helplessness. •And he crumples against his mother, clawing onto her shirt like a life-jacket barely keeping him afloat above the ocean of noise only he is in and he cries. The tears stain Inko's cardigan and she wraps her arms around him, pulling him onto her lap like she used to when he was a child, she holds her son, her baby boy, as his tears dampen her clothes and his voice breaks choking on sobs.

•It was a long day.

•Izuku and Shouto had talked before about telling Inko or an adult or just anyone but there was always some reason, some excuse why it couldn't happen yet. It would be a decision all the siblings would have to agree to as it affects all their lives. Fuyumi was always hesitant, so cautious and making sure if anything were to happen nothing could be left to chance and all outcomes had to be planned. Natsuo wanted whatever would help everyone the most, and if no one was ready to do anything right now, then he'd wait. Shouto thought long ago that if what his father did to his family ever came to light, it would be brought up for the rest of his hero career and he'd never be able to truly escape his dad's hold if it always followed him like that. And until he met Midoriya, that's what he thought for years.

•Shouto was warming up to the idea of saying what happened to him specifically to someone. To see what would happen.

•And that is what Izuku could let slip. The things Shouto had told him at the sports festival, the reason for his scar, his spiteful technique and motivation to be a hero. •It was a long day. •The moment all was said and done, that he had run out of tears to cry, that he had ruined his mother's cardigan by stretching it with his grip and made it soggy with his sobs, that he could breathe without a hiccup or tremor interrupting him, he was completely drained. There was a mix of hollowness after spending so long building it all up, unsure every step of the way whether he's doing the right thing or not and the relief of finally letting there be room for him to breathe.

•But in his hollow chest was a stab of guilt, anxiety, crawling back up his throat and blocking his lungs like a thick mucus of worry. Had he done the wrong thing? It wasn't his place to say- He should have talked with Shouto more about this- Was he wrong to have done nothing so far?- Oh god he's done nothing right- this could hurt them-

• "Shhh," Inko gently held the back of his head and rubbed small circles with her thumb into the back of his neck, like she used to to do calm him down as a child, it still worked "It's-..." Inko collected her thoughts. It was certainly a lot to process, she had her suspicions but she thought she was being paranoid. She'll learn to trust her gut more. "It's not alright right now, but one day it will be. For you and for them."

•And that worry in his chest turned to blunt guilt, he shouldn't be the one crying while Shouto and his siblings have withstood literal torture all their lives, he should be stronger, he needs to be stronger to help them-

•"You are children. And none of you should have to deal with this. I know you're growing up faster than I can blink and you're being a hero more and more every day, but that doesn't mean you were prepared for this exact situation. They train you to fight villains and criminals and how to save those in immediate peril who want saving. Not thins like this." Inko continued to speak softly, pulling Izuku closer and soothing the back of his neck "Thank you for telling me and I can understand why you wouldn't want me to meddle as it may be out of my depth, but, two people helping them is better than one."

• Midoriya told Shouto what had happened and apologised for spilling too early, apologised for not doing enough, apologised for being less than open about the emotional and mental space he had to spare, promising to be more aware of it so long as Shouto continues to trust him and talk when needed. Shouto was confused as to why Midoriya was apologising so much as always and despite the apprehension in his movements, Shouto had spent enough time with Inko to trust her. And also to know that while Inko is kind, that isn't all she is.

•Shouto had seen her repay the kindness people had shown her tenfold with gifts, acts of service, compliments, reassurance and more. And something about that deep-rooted kindness tipped him off to the idea that if someone were to take advantage of her kindness or her son, that injustice too shall be repaid. And, as slow as it was and as long as it took, he knew she considers him her son too.

• Overall, the parent-teacher meeting was going well for most students. Most students were in their more casual clothes except those who had been too lazy to change out of their school uniform for the day albeit having their shirts scandalously untucked and top buttons undone (Except for Bakugo who in the presence of his mother for the first time had his tie actually tied, truly it was a sight to behold and blackmail photos to be used for months.)

• Amidst all the parents gathering together while waiting for the respective teachers to be free of their current appointments, there he was. Enji Todoroki, Endeavour in his hero costume supposedly fresh from the job. • And thus, politely fuelled by karmic fury the 5'2 force of nature marched up with a smile to the flaming rotting piece of shit excuse she can barely call a human being and greeted him.

• "Oh, hello Enji." Inko smiles. Izuku stands back with Shouto on the sidelines, watching the encounter unfold. • First of all, the informality caught him off guard. Usually, he'd be used to fans being "Overly-friendly" but something about the smile in her voice didn't sit right with the way fans usually say it. This turned a few heads.

• "And..who are you?"

• "Why I am so glad you asked, my name is Inko Midoriya, the woman whose house your son goes to every day but I suppose you wouldn't know that since as long as he's keeping up his work then there is nothing else to do with him at all," she coughed ", like parenting," and continued "Speaking of being in public I could never be as confident as you are to go to a casual event in a full-on hero costume but I suppose if it helps boost your ego then go for it! Although, speaking from the perspective of a concerned parent, aren't all of those flames a safety hazard! what if you were near a flammable thing like, oh I don't know, civilians clothes in a place you know where said civilians are tightly packed together, or there could be someone well-known to have a flammable quirk nearby or just a building's structure being, on the whole, a rather flammable thing?" Her head turned to the overgrown vermin who lead the school who had entered the room upon hearing there was a commotion "Not that I doubt UA's defence measures and predicted disastrous occurrences as no such thing has ever failed in the past. It's just the safety of children and the future generation of heroes after all." and just as quickly turned back to Endeavour

•"You know I noticed there are plenty of other pro-heroes here who are just fine in their everyday clothing because they recognise this get together is about their children's achievements and not their own. Why, if I didn't know any better I'd say you really are that insecure in your title slipping because that's what being a hero is all about, the title, that you'd distract entire families from the point of being here just to pay attention to you because it's not like being the second supposedly best hero there is credits you any attention."

• Enji barely had time to stop the flames protruding from his hero suit from dying out as peoples heads turned to pay attention. By now every student had pulled out their phone to record the situation.

•Nedzu was on his way over, laughing awkwardly ready to diffuse the situation but had miraculously been needed for a sudden important event in the teacher's lounge and was immediately escorted by Aizawa and Present Mic.

•"Oh and may I go on and say you truly are an inspirational story of how being raised as a gifted child must have been really difficult for you. Always a commodity, never a human being, not a single person in your life thinking you’re worth a damn without your quirk so you made it your entire personality until you developed your own actual personality because of course you, the Number Two hero would outgrow such a childish nature. That sounds rough," she pouted in mock sympathy.

• Endeavour snarled behind gritted teeth, barely stopping himself from acting out of hand at the public slander. "Just who do you think you are-"

•"Like I said, my name is Inko Midoriya, the pleasure is all mine I'm sure, or did you not hear me the first time while that fire was covering your ears? just like how it must have covered your eyes with choosing that outfit to be approachable. Oh do excuse me if that seemed rude, I'm a seamstress as a hobby you see so I tend to have an eye for when things are just wrong in every way. Honestly, if you didn't parade your title everywhere you go I'd mistake you for a villain on sight. You see, I'm only a seamstress and not a hero like you as you love to flaunt no matter the situation or need for it, but it must be so rewarding to save all those people every day and return to a home with your loving children and children who want to do the exact same thing and be exactly like you because you must be such good role-model and parent to have accomplished so much in your career and of course spent enough time on each of your children to help them grow to be happy, full of inspiration and their own dreams to fulfil. Oh, and of course your wife who must be so proud of the person you've become!"

• By this point the flames had been sputtering at random, a rare purple and even blue flamer erupting once and again as this woman continued talking and the parents out the corner of his eye who thought they were out of his sight nod their head and faces contort into realising the full weight of the truth they already knew but now understand.

• But Inko was nowhere near close to done, Endeavour could hear as much when she took a small break to smile and take a bigger breath to continue. • And blinded by the public's disapproval of everything he had convinced he had Done for the good of the civilians, he could feel the ground, just like his title, being pulled from under him as quicker heroes hit the back of his knees as Inko swung her handbag with the metal buckle across Endeavours face while she was being pulled safety away from the punch Enji hadn't realised fast enough he had thrown.

• The videos uploaded by students went viral in seconds

•"shocked" by the number two hero's emotional outburst with malicious intent to harm an unarmed civilian, Inko let it be known she found it unsuitable that he go back home to his children and instead of that they live with her and make a record with either police or a licensed therapist to make a note of any other emotional outbursts or strange and potentially dangerous behaviour in complete confidentiality.

#wow #a good parent?#in this economy?#bnha #mha #mha hc #bnha hc #endeavor #inko midoriya #izuku midoriya #tododeku #shouto todoroki #enji todoroki #bnha headcanons #mha headcanons #Shouto x therapy #Inko x catharsis #INKO POPPING OFF

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i might fall apart

fem!reader x finn balor

Finn gets injured during a match, and he is being forced to relinquish his nxt title, and reader tries to do everything she can to help him, including giving him his Christmas present a little bit early ... "if you don't hug me right now then i might fall apart"

word count: 5.4k+

warnings: sad!finn, a scene where reader gets unintentionally hurt by finn, crying, angst, fluff, smut

— meant to get this out yesterday but oh well. i was busy with classes and my birthday dinner so here this is —

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You sit in the backstage area by the medical area. You are praying that the injury that Finn sustained in his match isn't as terrible as it looked.

Finn was in an NXT match with Karrion Kross, and Kross powerbombed Finn onto the apron. As soon as Finn landed on the ground, he grabbed at his previously injured shoulder. The shoulder that was injured against Seth Rollins at Summerslam 2016 for the Universal Championship. He looked like he was in actual pain, not just kayfabe. You've gotten good at realizing what was real and what wasn't.

This seemed extremely real.

The door to the medical area opens and you see Finn come out. His arm is in a sling and he looks upset.

You run over to Finn and you say, "Hey, what did they tell you?"

Finn looks at you and says, "The same thing happened tonight that happened at Summerslam against Seth. I dislocated my shoulder, which I knew because of the pain. They told me I tore my labrum again, and I need surgery again, and I have to give up my damn title again."

He's angry and he's upset, you can hear it in his voice. You say, "You've worked through it once. You can do it again, and I'm right here to help you, Finn."

"I didn't get my title back last time," Finn says. "I might as well say goodbye to this one forever too." He takes his NXT title and throws the belt across the room. It bounces off a wall and lands on the floor. The noise of the belt hitting the wall makes you flinch.

You stare up at Finn and say, "They didn't know how to book you on Raw, Finn. They know how to use you here in NXT. You'll get your title back."

Finn looks down at you and you can see tears forming in his blue eyes.

"This is the second title I have to relinquish in WWE," Finn says, voice cracking. "This is the second time I've had to deal with his injury. Y/N, what if I can't do it again?"

His words break your heart and you take the hand that's not in the sling. You look into Finn's eyes and say, "You can. I'm here to help you. I'm here to make you feel better when you're feeling down."

You try to give him a reassuring smile. Finn says, "If ya don't hug me right now then I might fall apart. All I want is a hug from ya right now."

Careful not to hit his injured arm, you wrap your arms around Finn's neck. He wraps his free arm around your waist and buries his face in your neck.

Finn sobs, just once, into your neck. The sound alone is enough to make you tear up.

He's hurting, mentally and physically, and you have no idea how to help. You hate that Finn's feeling like this. He just got the NXT title back in September, and here he is four months later. He's relinquishing when he had so much planned for his reign. He had a goal of beating Adam Cole's 403 day reign.

All of that is gone now because of his injury.

"Finn!" you hear Karrion Kross say behind you. Finn looks up, his cheeks wet. "Oh, no. Finn, I'm so sorry. I added too much power. I didn't mean to. I'm so sorry that this is happening to you again. It's my fault."

You look up at Finn and he says, "It's not your fault at all, Kross. Ya executed the move perfectly. My arm was just a little too high and I dislocated my shoulder. I shoulda learned from last time. Don't blame yourself. It's not your fault."

Scarlett walks over and looks at me. "Is he okay?" she asks, referring to Finn.

"Dislocated shoulder and torn labrum," you say. "He needs surgery."

She looks sad as she says, "I'm so sorry, Finn."

Finn shrugs with his good shoulder and says, "It's fine. I'll be fine. Make sure Kross carries that title with pride because we all know who will become the fourth two-time NXT champion."

All of you give a little laugh before Finn walks over and picks up his title. He looks at the belt and looks at you. You watch and wait to see what he does.

Finn walks away from you, Karrion, and Scarlett. You look at Karrion and Scarlett in confusion before following Finn.

You find him knocking on William Regal's office door. You keep your distance as the door opens. "Mr. Regal," Finn says. "This doesn't belong to me anymore."

Regal looks at the title that Finn is holding out to him before he says, "You have to relinquish, don't you?"

Finn nods as he says, "Dislocated shoulder and torn labrum, which needs surgery. I'll be out for a while." Regal takes the title from Finn's hands.

A soft tsk comes from Regal and he says, "Such a shame. You've been a good champion, Finn. I can talk with Hunter and we can work something out for when you come back. Maybe work you into a storyline where the title is involved."

You listen to the conversation as Finn nods. "That sounds good," he says. "Thank you, Mr. Regal."

"Best of luck in your recovery, Finn," Regal says. "Please keep us updated on when you'll be back."

Finn says, "Of course. Have a good holiday, Mr. Regal. I'll see ya very soon."

Regal gives him a curt nod and walks back into the office with Finn's title. The door closes and Finn looks down.

He walks away, walking toward you. He has no idea that you're standing there. Well, until he looks up at you as he walks away from Regal's office. "How long have ya been standing there?" Finn asks, approaching you.

"I followed you when you walked away," you explain. "I wasn't being a stalker, I swear."

Finn looks upset as he says, "So ya heard the whole thing." It wasn't formed like a question.

You nod and say, "I saw you relinquish your title. I know how much that had to hurt but I'm proud of you."

He sighs and says, "This isn't the first time I've had to relinquish a title, Y/N. It hurts but not as bad as the first time I had to."

You've never had to give up a title because of injury so you can only imagine the pain Finn is in right now, either mentally or physically.

Then an idea pops into your head. You have a way to make Finn feel better. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and you're planning on going out to attend the annual WWE Christmas party at the Performance Center with Finn. You can give him one of your presents a little earlier.

"I know," you say. "Why don't we go home and watch some movies? I can make whatever snack you'd like, like popcorn or cookie dough." You smile, trying to help him feel better.

Finn says, "I would love to but I'm beat and really just wanna sleep. Rain check?"

Your smile fades and you nod. "Yeah," you say. "Of course."

The car ride home is quiet and you can almost feel how upset Finn is. You drive and Finn sits in the passenger's seat. You steal a couple glances at him at red lights or stop signs and find him staring out the window.

You pull up to the house and watch as Finn walks inside, not saying a word to you. You sigh and walk inside behind him.

Finn lays on the couch and puts something on TV. You make your way upstairs to the bedroom.

Maybe you won't be able to help Finn. He's completely shut you out and you don't know what you can do to help since he won't talk to you or accept any help.

After you get changed into pajamas, you crawl into bed. You end up crying yourself to sleep, frustrated and slightly upset.

***

A noise in your bathroom wakes you up. Finn is cursing up a storm and you get up to investigate.

You stand in the doorway to see a soaking wet Finn Balor on the bathroom floor. A towel is around his waist. He's gripping his injured shoulder.

"Finn!" you say, running over to him. You kneel beside him and make sure he's okay. "What happened?"

He looks up at you and says, "I fucking slipped and fell, that's what happened. I fell and hit my shoulder on the ground." His voice is cracking and you can tell he's trying not to cry.

You wipe away some of the water droplets that are falling down his face and you say, "You're okay." He looks away from you. "Hey, look at me."

Finn takes a second before turning his attention back toward you. "Tell me what you need," you say. "I want to help."

"Can ya magically fix my shoulder so I can go get my title back?" Finn asks, accent getting thick with anger. "No? Then I don't want your help."

He pushes you off of him, puts his arm back in his sling, and walks into the bedroom. You fall back against the glass door of the shower, hitting your head on the door lightly. When you tried to brace yourself, you fell on your wrist awkwardly and now it hurts. You probably sprained it.

You sit on the ground and hold your wrist. You sigh, trying not to cry.

After holding back the tears and the sobs for a few minutes, you just give in. Finn's never pushed you away like he has. You're starting to doubt your relationship with him and wondering if you can survive this.

It's Christmas Eve and instead of spending time with the man you love, you're sitting in the bathroom crying because you don't know if your relationship will last to tomorrow.

After you don't emerge from the bathroom after a few minutes, Finn comes back to check on you. He finds you curled up in a ball, crying softly. Your knees have been brought up to your chest and your forehead rests on your knees. You hold your possibly sprained wrist.

"Y/N," Finn says softly. His voice startles you and you look up at him. Your eyes are red and puffy from crying. Finn's heart breaks at the sight. His moment of anger hurt you, emotionally and physically. He can tell by the way you're holding your wrist.

Slowly, he approaches you. He kneels in front of you and says, "Y/N, baby. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt ya."

He reaches out to touch your knee but you flinch away from him. You know what happened was an accident but you're terrified to let him touch you.

Finn drops his arm and looks down. "I'm so sorry that this happened," he says. "I really didn't mean to hurt ya. I would never intentionally hurt ya. I'm so sorry."

Tears continue to fall down your cheeks as you cry, "I just want to help you, Finn. I want to help you get through this and I want to help you feel better."

He says, "I know ya do. I acted in a moment of anger. I was frustrated and in pain. I know ya are trying your best and I'm not making it very easy for ya. I'm so sorry, Y/N."

Quickly, you crawl over to Finn and hug him, crying into his good shoulder. Finn wraps his free arm around your shoulders.

The two of you stay like that until your knees begin to hurt. When your knees begin to hurt, you stand up and look down at Finn. "If you don't want to go to the Christmas party then I understand," you say.

Finn gets up and says, "Let's get a brace on that wrist before we talk about any Christmas parties, okay?"

You nod in agreement before Finn grabs an old wrist brace out of the cabinet under the sink.

He leads you out to the bedroom and you sit on the bed. Finn undoes the brace so you can slide it on the injured wrist. It's a fully metal brace so the wrist is completely immobilized and you can't move it. You look up at Finn and say, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me," he says. "I caused this. I hurt ya."

You say, "Not intentionally. You didn't mean to do this, and it's my own fault for trying to brace myself."

Finn looks away from you and says, "I pushed ya. It's my own fault."

Shaking your head, you say, "Do not blame yourself, Finn. This was neither of our faults, okay? It just happened. I'm braced up and I'll heal in a few days."

He nods and stays quiet. You take his free hand and play with his fingers. Finn watches you as you play with his fingers.

After a second of silence, Finn says, "I'm gonna call the day after Christmas to get a surgery scheduled that way we can get that done with and I can start my physical therapy and I can get back in the ring sooner rather than later."

You nod and say, "I'll be right here if you need anything, Finn. You tell me what you want and I'll be willing to help you."

Finn intertwines his fingers with yours and says, "How about we spend the day together since it is Christmas Eve? We can bake cookies or watch Christmas movies. Or we can go to the Christmas party. Whatever ya want to do today since I was being difficult this morning."

"All I want is for us to spend the day together," you say. "Baking cookies sounds fun. We don't have to do to the Christmas party. I'd much rather stay in anyway."

Finn pulls you up and says, "Then let's go bake some cookies. I've never baked cookies so I'm excited."

You stand in front of Finn, looking up. "How have you never made cookies before?" you ask, surprised.

"I've been training to wrestle since I was young then I travelled the world," he says. "I never really got the chance to bake cookies."

Almost running out of the room, you say, "We're baking cookies. Right now. Let's go."

Finn lets out a soft laugh. It's a laugh that you've missed in the past 24 hours. You make your way into the kitchen. You're wearing a black crop top with red and black checkered pajama pants. Probably not the best thing to be wearing when baking cookies. Especially when things can get a little ... messy.

You rush to get all the ingredients out, putting them on the kitchen island counter. This counter is the biggest and gives both you and Finn some extra room to move around.

Finn walks into the kitchen as you get out the ingredients out. Eggs, flour, sugar, vanilla, baking soda, baking powder, chocolate chips, salt, brown sugar, and butter. You grab a bowl and a spoon to mix everything together. You grab measuring spoons and measuring cups.

"So," Finn says. "What do we have to do?"

You look at Finn and say, "I can measure out ingredients and you can put them in the bowl. You can mix if you'd like too. I'll hold the bowl."

A smile spreads across Finn's lips and he nods. He joins you at the counter.

You start with sugar. You measure it and hand the cup to Finn. He takes it and pours the dry ingredient into the bowl before handing it back to you.

This goes on until you get to the flour. You decide to be a little dirty and fake a sneeze, sending flour into the air. Finn says, "Y/N! This is my favorite shirt!"

You look at his black t-shirt and say, "You have tons of shirts that are black."

Finn says, "Yeah, but this one was my favorite."

Laughing, you brush the flour away. "Okay, crybaby," you say. "I'll make sure it's nice and clean."

While you clean up Finn's shirt, Finn takes a handful of flour and throws it at you. Your face and shirt is covered in flour. Finn lets out a chuckle.

Your jaw almost drops and you say, "Finn! I was being nice and cleaning up your shirt for you."

He smiles and says, "Oops. I'm sorry, Y/N."

You grab a handful of flour and throw it at Finn, dirtying his shirt again and now he has flour all over his face and in his hair.

"Oh," Finn says. "That's how ya wanna play, hm?"

You've realized what you've done as Finn takes another handful of flour. "Finn," you say. "Don't you dare. I swear to Go-" Before you can finish the sentence, flour flies at you. You're now basically covered in head to toe with flour. "Okay. I see what you wanna do."

You scoop flour up in both your hands before throwing it at Finn. You giggle and start to back away as Finn takes another handful of flour.

By this time, you're on the other side of the counter. He throws it at you and it makes it to you. You reach across and grab flour, throwing it at Finn before running out of the room.

"Come back here!" Finn calls. You giggle and hide behind the wall that separates the living room and the kitchen.

Footsteps lead from the kitchen into the dining room. "Y/N?" Finn says in a singsong voice. "Come here."

You cover your mouth to keep quiet.

Finn walks past you into the living room from the kitchen. He doesn't see you and that gives you the opportunity to sneak attack from behind. You wrap your arms around Finn's waist. You're met with flour. You laugh and look up at Finn.

"You're cleaning the flour up in the living room," you tell Finn.

Finn's taken off his sling at this point. You notice when he turns in your arms. He asks, "What if I don't?"

You smirk a bit and say, "Then you don't get your Christmas present later on tonight."

He smiles and says, "Oh really? Hm, then I might clean it up since I won't get my present if I don't."

"You better," you say, leaning up and pecking his lips. "Now let's go finish these cookies then we can go get cleaned up."

Finn smiles and walks back into the kitchen with you.

The two of you finish the cookies. You clean up the flour around the kitchen and Finn disappears into the living room while the cookies are in the oven.

Once they're done in the oven, you lay them out so they can cool down.

Footsteps enter the room and arms wrap around your waist from behind as you lay out the cookies on a cooking rack. "So," Finn says behind you. "What's my Christmas present since I cleaned up the living room?"

You giggle and say, "Patience, Finn. We still haven't talked about that Christmas party and if we wanted to go."

Finn says, "I'd rather stay in tonight. I really don't feel like putting a smile on my face when I don't mean it, especially for a whole night."

You turn in Finn's arms and says, "Whatever you want to do. Today's about you, Finn. If you wanna stay in then we'll stay in."

He smiles and says, "You're the best, Y/N. Thank you for trying to be here for me even though I know I'm probably not making it very easy."

"Injuries are never very easy to go through," you say. "I've had my fair share of knee injuries so I understand. I'm just trying to make it a little easier on you."

Finn brushes some flour filled strands of hair out of your face. "Ya are the best," he says. "I promise to be easier on ya and I won't take my frustrations or anger out on ya like earlier."

His hands move up to cup your face and you say, "Take whatever you want out on me. Anger, frustrations, or whatever it is."

Finn smiles and says, "So, Christmas present?"

You laugh and say, "Relax, Finn. We still have to get cleaned up. Showered and changed because I'm not eating a meal with you while you're covered in flour."

His hands leave your cheeks and he says, "Then let's go get showered and changed."

You smile and say, "I have to finish getting everything ready for dinner. I'll shower later."

Finn pouts and he says, "Come on, mo gra. Come shower with me." He smiles trying to convince you to come with him.

"Finn, I have to get dinner ready," you say. "If I don't make dinner now then it won't be ready before dinnertime. And I have things planned for later."

Your boyfriend sighs and says, "Dinner better be amazing since ya won't shower with me."

You giggle and say, "Dessert will be better. Now go get cleaned up."

"Fine," Finn whines, pouting as he walks off. You smile and get dinner started.

You make lasagna with a special meat sauce your mom always made. Finn takes about 45 minutes upstairs.

Dinner is in the oven and that's when you go get showered and cleaned up.

It takes a while to get the flour out of your hair. At least twenty minutes and three washes. Then you wash and shave the rest of your body.

Finn got a little dressed up for dinner so you decide to get into the dress you bought for the party tonight. It's a tight red dress. Long off the shoulder sleeves, and the skirt ends right past your butt.

You would usually wear a bra and panties with the dress, but because it's just you and Finn tonight, you decide to just go completely commando.

You dry your hair and you tie it up in a tight ponytail on the top of your hair. You smooth out the dress before walking downstairs. You go barefoot as you walk down the stairs.

Finn's setting up for dinner, his arm in his sling. He wears a white button up with black dress pants. He's wearing socks but not sneakers or any other shoe. He even put on cologne.

You smile and watch from the doorway of the dining room as he lights a few candles. That's the only light in the room, plus the light coming into the room from the kitchen and foyer.

The living room is lit up by the Christmas tree and the lights lining the fireplace. There is a fire going on the fireplace.

Finn finally looks up at you and he smiles when he sees the dress you're wearing. "Look at ya," he says, walking over to you. "Ya look stunning, Y/N."

You smile and say, "You don't look too bad yourself, Finn."

The oven starts to beep, signaling that the lasagna is done. You made meatballs to go with the lasagna and you cut up some Italian bread you bought at the store the other day. You serve the lasagna and the meatballs with the bread. You say, "Dinner is ready."

Finn sits at the table and helps himself to some lasagna. You smile and start to eat dinner.

After a few minutes, Finn says, "Ya look beautiful, Y/N. Seriously. Just seeing ya in that dress makes me feel better."

You giggle and say, "I'm glad you like it. I was going to wear it to the party tonight."

"Well I'm glad ya decided to wear it tonight," your boyfriend says. "It would have been a shame if I didn't get to see it on ya."

You smile and say, "Well now you get to see it on me."

Finn smiles and the two of you continue to eat the dinner.

After dinner, you wash the dishes. You hum quietly to yourself as you do. Finn stands behind you against the island counter in the kitchen.

As you finish up the last dish, Finn comes up behind you, putting his free hand on your waist. He squeezes gently, making you squeal a bit under his touch. "Finn!" you giggle. "Please. I'm doing the dishes."

Finn smiles behind you and says, "I can't help myself. Ya just look so good, mo gra."

You finish up and turn the water off. You turn in Finn’s arms and say, “I have a surprise for you, Finn.”

His eyes almost light up and he asks, “Christmas present?”

Giggling, you say, “I have to go get it. Wait for me in the living room.”

Finn nods and walks into the living room. You walk upstairs into your bedroom. You look through your closet for Finn’s surprise.

In a box is the surprise.

It’s a lingerie set. A sheer red top with a very low cut neck, revealing most of your cleavage. There are thin white straps on your shoulder and the neck is lined with a fluffy white fabric. The bottom of the sheer top is lined with white lace. There is a pair of almost sheer lace panties that go with the top. A thin black belt wraps around your body right under your breasts. You take the Santa hat that goes with it and put it on your head after you take your hair down out of the ponytail.

You smile and take the brace on your wrist off, throwing it by your bedside table.

Sighing, you walk downstairs. “Close your eyes Finn!” you call.

You hear him laugh and say, “They’re closed.”

After he says that, you walk into the living room. You see his eyes are closed so you stand in front of him.

Smiling, you say, “Okay. Open your eyes.”

Finn’s eyes open and his blue eyes are immediately on your body. He smiles and asks, “Is this my surprise?”

“It is,” you say, twirling around. “Do you like it?”

He gets up and he says, “I love it. Ya look beautiful. Ya can pull anything off.”

You giggle and look up at Finn. “I’m glad you like it,” you say.

Finn’s eyes are on your body and he says, “Ya always know exactly what I want for Christmas.”

“That’s because I know you very well, Finn,” you say, untucking his shirt. “And I know exactly where your mind is right now.”

He gives a little laugh and he says, “Then I assume ya know where I would rather be than right here.”

You take his hand and say, “Only if you promise to be careful and not overwork yourself.”

Finn nods and says, “I promise. Let’s go.” He walks off and you follow behind him. The two of you run upstairs and into your shared bedroom.

His lips are on yours as soon as you step over the threshold into the room. You pull off the hat and throw it to the floor.

Your fingers work at unbuttoning his shirt. He takes off the sling and you get his shirt unbuttoned.

Finn throws the sling to the floor and you pull off his shirt. You run your fingers over his abs and his fingers hook onto your straps. He pulls them off your shoulders and you pull your arms out of the sleeves.

He pulls the top down and it falls to your feet, leaving your upper body exposing to Finn. Finn’s lips attach to your neck and you sigh. “I love you,” you say.

Finn pulls back and makes eye contact with you. Your fingers have started unbuttoning his dress pants as he says, “And I love ya, mo gra.”

You kiss Finn, slowly and more passionately than the kiss you shared with him earlier. You get his pants unbuttoned as Finn slips his fingers into your panties, his fingers run through your folds. You gasp against his lips and sigh.

Gently, you push Finn onto the bed so he’s sitting on the mattress. You lean down and pull off Finn’s boxers. His semi erect member pops up against his stomach and you bite your lip as you get on your knees in front of him. You take his member in your hand and start to pump him.

Grunts and groans leave Finn’s lips as he gets harder in your hand. You soon replace your hand with your mouth. You bob your head up and down. Finn’s fingers are in your hair, grasping a bit as you move your head. You suck gently as you move, earning some groans from Finn. “That’s it, baby,” he moans. “Just like that.”

Finn’s praises motivate you and you moves faster and suck harder.

Right as Finn begins to twitch, signaling that he’s about to release, you pull back from Finn. He lets out an unintentional whine and you smirk. “Don’t worry, Finn,” you say, standing up. “I’ll take good care of you.”

You pull off your panties and Finn moves back on the bed. You crawl up to him and kiss him as you straddle his member. You slowly grind against Finn and sigh softly against the soft kiss.

Finn grips your hips and mumbles into the kiss, “If I’m not inside of ya in a few seconds, I will actually lose it.”

You giggle and push Finn onto his back. You leave kisses on his chest and you sit up. You position him at your entrance before lowering yourself onto Finn’s erect member. You sigh as he fills you up.

Once completely inside you, you begin to move your hips so he moves in and out of you.

The room slowly fills with the sounds moans coming from you and Finn. More from you than him. You throw your head back and close your eyes.

Finn’s hands are on your thighs as yours rest on his chest so you can keep your balance.

“God,” you moan loudly. Your breathing becomes labored and quick the faster you move. “Fuck, Finn.”

Finn helps you move your hips. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “Ya move so well. Ya fuck me so good.”

His praises make you smile as you move faster. “You’re still my champion, Finn,” you gasp. “Always.”

A smile forms on Finn’s lips as you both climb higher and higher toward your orgasms.

Your walls begin to clench around him as you reach your high. “Finn!” you cry out. “I’m about to come.”

As soon as you say that, Finn moves so he’s on top of you. He’s holding himself up by one arm, his good arm, as he begins to thrust roughly into you. You moan and scream Finn’s name as he slams into your g-spot every time he moves.

It doesn’t take long for both of you to reach your climax. You come around Finn as he releases his seed into you. He falls over onto his good shoulder, pulling out of you. You smile and roll over, kissing Finn softly as you both catch your breath.

After messily making out for a few moments, you pull back and meet Finn’s eyes. You smile and ask, “Did you enjoy your present?”

Finn smiles and nods. “Always.”

“You can have your present anytime you until midnight tomorrow night,” you explain. “That’s the second part of your present. Whenever, wherever. It’s all up to you.”

Your boyfriend smiles and says, “I like that present. It’s my favorite present.”

You giggle and kiss his lips. “I hope you’re feeling better now,” you say. “About the whole relinquishing your title.”

Finn meets your eyes and says, “With ya by my side, I know I’ll get through this. I was upset about losing my title because of my injury but I realized that I never needed a title to be happy. I just need ya.”

You smile as Finn speaks. You lean in and kiss him, sparking the second round of sex that you’ll have over the next twenty four hours.

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filypadreams · 3 years

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Fleeting Touches

( Asmodeus x GN!MC)

Synopsis: Do you know what fleeting means? It means you should apreciate every moment while you can. Even if you get lost in illusions for it.

TW: Slight angst

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The streets were full this time of the year, even with the cold weather. It was a race for most humans to get that last minute gift for that special someone.

Their children, parents, grandparents or significant others. For some reason it's tradition to get that one person a last minute present.

And that's always a disaster...

" Calvin Klein One... with bergamot, cardamom, pineapple and jasmin. Tropical? Or maybe Dolce & Gabanna Velvet Exotic Leather. Traditional and italian... also at good prices, I need to ask if they are antiallergenic! "

I spend 15 minutes on the line but get both perfumes and walk outside onto the sunny street. It's not as busy as the mall and I really should get home before it gets to close to one pm.

Today, faces are a blur to me.

" Thanks for the tip Asmo, I was sick of the strong scents of women perfumes and the always down to earth male ones~"

I cheerfully speak to myself while touching the 'tattoo' above my left breast.

It's a one-way communication system. I'm not even sure Asmodeus hears what I tell him but I sure do hear his thoughts.

" Ohhh, bootie alert at 12! No, wait! Delicious curves at 4- oohh...that's a mix at 9 o'clock~!"

I see a man, woman, I think the last one is in mid transitioning but I'm not sure.

" He'll be a beautiful man, I'm 95% sure!"

" Maybe it's a 'they'... not that you can hear me."

Though I agree, they look...handsome. With a nice physique, curly shoulder lenght hair, smooth skin as if rivalling Asmos' ... and who can resist a dark biker leather jacket?!

No, stop. Don't let the mark influence you from your mission MC!

Setting the christmas gifts.

I start running in the direction of the bus station when I collide with a tall lady, her black shades falling to the ground from her beautiful light pink sweater.

My head hurts. It felt like hitting a brick wall...or Beel.

Are my only thoughts as I scramble to pick her glasses and my shopping bag. Good thing it was well packed.

"Oh my~ I'm so sorry, I didn't notice such a beautiful face in this crowd. I was retoutching my eyeliner, huhu! Let me help~"

The lady crouches down next to me. I notice from the corner of my eyes that she is also wearing a black turtle neck... and has peach coloured hair...

" Asmo?!"

Darkness. A cold hand covers my eyes while the other takes the shades from mine and exchanges them with my bags...it seems. He whispers is my ear.

" Now, now. Don't ruin the surprise! I'm just a beautiful 'lady'. Hahaha."

And with that he dissapears. Everything seems to dissapear, as soon it gets dark and I'm sitted in my couch, replaying today's event.

It felt so real... I called him a lady.

Well... I don't think Asmodeus minds.

I walk around the tree, putting down colorfully wrapped gifts. That I went purposely to markets and malls to have wrapped!

Diavolo better play Santa and give me some grimm if I ever get an invite to Devildom, I blew most of my allowances with these!

On the blue corner I have vynil disks and office supplies. Getting stuff for Lucifer is hard.

The yellow corner... is a mess of acessories like shades and wristwatches and some jackets. Mammon needs a new one.

The orange corner was the cheapest but most difficult to prepare. I wrapped most of my otaku related rarities, in Devildom at least, and put them in a pile. Levi better apreciate my figurines!

The green pile was also simple. It's actually small with my old literature books. All from great authors and all trying to escape religious judgement so Satan might find that amusing.

I don't have a red corner, just baked goods on the table and two glasses of milk in case Santa visits.

I put purple pillows, warm robes, matresses and scarves around the tree. Belphie won't lose comfort soon.

And now finishing the pink corner.

There's the perfumes, some cosmetics I really don't get but my 'chest instinct' said to go ahead and...

" I hope he likes this fluffy bunny backpack!"

I kinda wanted the bunny for myself... but I can't.

The day went on so fast... why am I even doing this? Might as well call Solomon and offer him these so he can perform his rituals. I'll just wake up tomorrow to a full room of wasted money and a mountain of calories. An empty heart.

I caress the bunny when i hear rustling on my door. Something is playing with my wreath? I pick a knife from the dinning table.

" W-who's there?! Show yourself fiend!"

" Aww, that hurts to hear MC-chan..."

From the darkness into the light walks the same person I crashed into this morning.

" You better drop that knife before someone gets hurt..."

" How...Asmo, how are you here?! Why?!!"

Tears come to my eyes. It's been a while. A long while since I've seen any of them. Since I've had slumber parties with Asmodeus, self care sessions...

He shakes his head cleaning the few teardrops away with the back of his index finger and walks to the tree, messing with the gifts.

" Tears don't suit you well. Oh, you even got something for Barbatos... I'm slightly jealous, I thought you only thought about me~"

He starts opening his gifts.

" Wait! It's not even Christmas Eve. We need to wait until midnight at least..."

As I try to explain, his taller stature hovers over me, playing with my hair and putting a mistletoe, secure in it's knots. Wait... how is he so tall? The height difference is too abnormal.

" I'm afraid the concept of time doesn't apply in dreams, MC."

" H-huh?! Wha... the day... went on really fast. So you..."

I look down slightly dissapointed. The floor starts cracking and falling. Darkness and constelations starting to form under my feet.

" Afraid not. Christmas is not really part of our traditions, haha. Even if we had a great celebration that one time Diavolo proposed we did it with the exchange students.

I like the angel."

He points to the tree top.

" Oh, that... I was thinking of Beel and Belphie when I made the decision. It's my oldest decoration. I was thinking on putting a star this year but... I got a literal gut feeling to keep the angel."

I smirk at Asmodeus as he puts an arm around my shoulders, leaning me a little closer to him. We both apreciate the flashing lights from the tree. Even if it was fake. The rest of the room crumbles away and Asmo let's go of me to pick his gifts and stuffing them inside his new backpack.

" I know he was thinking of the only person that shines as bright as us two together.

Hmm, but you haven't been taking good care of yourself, MC-chan! Remember to follow the morning routine I gave you so your skin is almost as perfect as mine!"

" I haven't been feeling like...doing much I guess. I had a lot of work this year."

" Humans are always full of work. I mean me too.

Since RAD is closed for the 'holidays', we are back to our other jobs. Things get dirty real fast, so many pests! Maybe we can actually come visit during New Year's."

After apreciating the representation if Lilith, he turns to berate me, before picking a bottle of perfurm and examining it, followed by spraying some on while making a spin as he explains his bodyguard/demon threat exterminator job.

He must have loved it because he transforms, with a smile on his face and his horns move like pincers.

" I always found your demon form the funniest."

" ...Dear, I'm fabulous."

" Hahahahaha! Ok, but if this isn't a Diavolo, Barbatos or Lucifer' scheme... is it Belphegor's? You mentioned dreams, and it explains the constelations."

I look around, darkness being drilled by the light of many tiny stars.

" I think I see taurus... and of course he had ro include pisces. Mammon is supposed to be the greedy one, this is OUR moment!"

He huffes and crosses his arms. I chuckle and pat his back.

" So, I'm asleep at the same time as Belphie."

" It's night time in both worlds. You could say I'm an intruder. I was taking my immersive nightly bath as I prepared to get into your dreams~ I hope I didn't actually fall asleep, my poor skin!"

" How did you convince him?"

I wonder as he touches his arm and the parts of revealed skin as if to feel if something was wrong with his real body.

" Oh, well...he actually wanted to see you to! I also promised to take more cute pictures of Lucifer for him. But I don't think he admires his beauty the same way I do-"

The world trembles. Belphie must be waking up. And angry...

" Oh, dear! I must have upset him. This illusion will end soon and you'll wake up in your bed as if nothing happened. I hope you don't forget me."

Asmo walks closer and caresses my face. Kissing my forehead.

It's warm. Fleeting but I can feel his gestures. Even in a dream.

I slap his hand when I feel it sliding down my back a little too far.

" Ouch! My nail...ok, ok. I'm sorry! Won't happen again~"

He apologises when making contact with my burning stare and proceeds to act innocently after.

" It better not. I... think it will be difficult to forget you. Specially now. Make sure the others know-! Ahh!!!"

Another quake and I "conveniently" fall in his arms. I'm able to see his pixie sized wings batting in excitement.

" This is a cliché."

I mumble as Asmo wraps his arms around me.

" I need to go. I'm sure we'll see each other soon. You know I'll always be here. Literally. And I do hear you, you know?"

He pokes his mark, above my heart and pouts.

" ...I know... see you soon Asmo."

I pick his hand and kiss it.

Then I wake up. It's still the middle of the night. My room is cold.

There on my window sill are two roses. One peach and one dark pink.

The End

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Special dedicatory to: @shortnessangel

and @asmoluvsyou .

Bunny Backpack comes from: https://kawaiibabe.com/products/creepy-bun-backpack

(Curiosities: The perfumes are gender neutral, I can still link you the page where I found them.

The colour of the roses have a specific meaning. I can post the pic I got it from if you want.)

#obey me #obey me fic #asmodeus x gn!mc #asmodeus obey me #gn!mc #gn reader #slight angst #shikibutterfly

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flurrys-creativity · 4 years

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Hotel roommates 8

Pairing: Young K (Day 6) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Slice of life, Idol AU, Angst, Romance, a little bit of humour and fluff; Rating: sfw, NC-17 in general; Warnings: a small emotional breakdown; Wordcount: 2.516

Summary: You booked a hotel room during the busiest time in town and everything seemed fine until you opened the door and met with a stranger, who looked just as confused as you. With no other rooms available and no other option you have to share the room with him.

A/N: As you can see this is going to be the last chapter of this series. After that it will only be a short epilogue and then that’s it. Thank you for keeping up with this story so far! Enjoy the last real chapter!

Chapters: Preview, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue

When you returned to your home the girl had left and a stream of relief filled your body. That relief was short lived though when a knock came from your door. With a straight face you opened the door just to see Yuna with a huge grin standing in front of you.

She didn't wait for you to let her in. Instead she squeezed herself around you and walked straight to the small stool, putting her backpack next to her.

You took a deep breath, closed the door, made some tea for the both of you and sat back into your armchair. “You're back again,” you stated without any emotion.

“Yeah, of course. You’re my first real friend. You’re not judging me or making fun of my style. Therefore I thought I could share my hobbies with you as well.”

For a split second you closed your eyes, not sure what to do with that girl. You felt pity for her and somehow you missed human interaction. So you decided to just let her talk and listen.

“This time I brought my mobile phone along even though the reception isn't good enough to show you videos. But that actually doesn't really matter because I have all the songs on my phone as well. For your information I listen to a genre called k-pop. Nobody else in the village listens to it and they all don’t understand why I listen to songs in a different language, which makes me actually kind of furious but I thought maybe you would understand,” she rambled on while she typed something on her phone.

“I really wish the groups and bands would hold concerts in rural areas as well but it's always some kind of big city and the next city is almost a day trip away from here so I'm never able to actually go to a concert, which is a huge bummer. That’s another reason why I want to live in a city so badly.”

She was still searching for something on her phone and didn't even notice how much she was talking. “You know, even though my parents don't understand me and this stuff, they really do love me. They were so worried when I didn't come home last night and they even cried tears of relief when I came home this morning. They were so happy they even promised me to spend our next holiday in London. It would be great, if a group held a concert at that time. I could buy a concert ticket for the first time!”

Yuna became silent for a moment, her eyes sparkling with joy when she found what she was searching for. “Here! I love this song so much. Its beginning is really slow and soft but after a while. You just need to listen to it.” She pressed play and looked at you expectantly.

A soft and melancholic melody played by a keyboard filled the room. The melody felt calming but as soon as the singer started, something inside of you twisted and turned. Even though the song was calm and full of emotion you felt like a storm raged inside of you. It was overwhelming, especially because you couldn’t understand your reaction to that voice.

The voice changed and someone else started to sing the pre chorus. The hairs on your arms stood up and for a moment you could swear you couldn't breathe anymore. Tears pooled in your eyes and you had no control over it.

“Do you speak korean?” Yuna asked surprised, noticing the tears on your cheeks.

You shook your head no.

“Then why are you crying?”

Confused, you raised your hand and touched your cheek, feeling the wetness under your fingertips. “I don’t know,” you whispered a little out of breath.

“Ah, I have a guess though,” Yuna said excitedly, “This song is just so good that you understand its meaning even though you don't speak that language. You know the lyrics are about someone who vanished without a word and the singer feels alone even though there are hundreds of people around him. He can't shake off the feeling of loneliness since that person left. You know, there are rumours this song is based on real experiences. Not only this song actually.”

You were still way too overwhelmed and confused to really listen to her words. Your heart pounded painfully fast inside your chest and your breathing felt ragged. “Who wrote this song?” You asked carefully, even though your body knew the answer already.

“The guy who wrote it is called Young K and he is part of the band Day6. Maybe you heard from them? They’ve been to this country around two years ago. They performed as a small band on a festival for a few days. Actually he's called Young K since their last performance here. Before everybody just called him..”

“Brian,” you whispered, while more tears streamed down your face. You missed him, missed his voice, missed his warmth, his touch. You missed everything about him.

Everything you had tried to bury the last two years came back in an instant. “Could you play the pre chorus again?” You asked with a shaky voice.

Yuna nodded confused but played that part anyway. As soon as the pre chorus ended, she whispered. “I could show you some other songs too? This one's called ‘I need somebody’ by the way. There is the theory that all the songs he has written the past two years are about the same person. ‘All Alone’ is another example.”

She played the next song, while she observed you uncertainly. It took her a while until the puzzle pieces fell in place inside her head. Her eyes widened in shock, taking your crying form in more properly. Yuna finally understood why you seemed so familiar to her and why you reacted so hard listening to the songs. “I'm so sorry,” she whispered, stopping the song. “Maybe this was a little too much right now.”

You wiped away your tears and breathed slowly in and out. “No, it's okay,” you said, smiling lightly. “It's such a beautiful song. I forgot how much of an impact music has on you.”

Yuna nodded in affirmation. “Yes, indeed. You know, music always helped me to deal with my problems. I learned from so many groups and bands that there is no way to ignore them and that it's impossible to run away from your problems. I learned that it's okay to accept help and it's okay to feel some ways and even be afraid of things.”

Listening to her words, you thought she was way older than she seemed at this moment. A mind as wise as many old people before her. “You learned a lot then,” you said and smiled more brightly now. “I wish I had the courage all those months ago and dealt with my problems on the spot.” You sighed and slumped down in your armchair.

“It's not too late!” Yuna said barely above a whisper. “He hasn't forgotten you.”

You immediately straightened your back and stared at her with wide eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I'm not stupid,” she answered with a roll of her eyes. “I am able to connect the dots. Two years ago the Young K wave started. You started that wave. There are so many pictures and videos from this little interview. Two years ago the rumours started of Day6 being witnesses of a crime in the hotel they stayed at. Two years ago all those songs that basically have the same theme since then started. Two years ago the rumours of the witch house started in our village and lastly seeing your reaction I am beyond sure that you know Young K. Not just as an artist.”

You had no idea what to say or how to react at all. You just stared at her with wide eyes and your mouth slightly ajar.

“By the way the dating ban was lifted around a year ago. Still he hasn't gone on dates or met other women. The others are hinting in interviews that Young K is waiting for someone. There's even a song about it.” Yuna told you with a small pout on her lips.

“I'm not ready for this,” you whispered and lowered your head, hiding your face in your hands.

“Have you ever tried to contact him?”

You shook your head no.

“Then do it.” Yuna demanded and held her mobile phone right in front of you.

“I don't know his number..” You wanted to protest but stopped, thinking he maybe had your phone. With trembling hands you took her phone and stared at the screen. Should you really try it? You knew you weren't ready to see him, you had to deal with your inner demons first. “What if he hates me?” You asked hesitantly.

Yuna shrugged with her shoulders. “You’ll never know, if you don't write to him.”

You took several deep breaths and started to type a message. “I’m so sorry. I never thought my disappearance would influence you so much. I deeply apologise for hurting you so much when I only wanted to protect you from all those problems. I really didn't mean to.” You re-read the short message over and over again before you squeezed your eyes shut and pressed on send. “Oh god, what have I done?” You whined, after realising what you just did.

“As soon as I get an answer I will come to you so you can reply again.” Yuna grinned from one ear to the other, ignoring your panicked look.

Neither of you had expected an immediate reply when the phone in your hands suddenly started ringing.

Yuna stood up and looked over your shoulder to see the screen. “That's the number you just wrote to, right?”

You nodded, swallowing the slump in your throat.

“Accept the call.”

“I can't.”

Yuna scoffed at you and pressed the answer button before rushing into the bathroom. “Talk to him,” she called over her shoulder and closed the door.

Nervously you lifted the phone to your ear. “Brian?” You asked barely above a whisper.

“Y/N!” His voice saying your name sent warm shivers over your spine and tears pooled in your eyes again. “I missed you so much,” he said and you could swear you were able to hear his smile. You cried silently, not able to answer him directly but Brian gave you all the time you needed, just happy he had heard your voice again.

Unknown to you Brian just stopped a rehearsal the minute your mobile phone pinged. The other members were beyond shocked and looked at him, nearly losing their minds when he said your name.

“She's actually still alive,” Sungjin whispered, grinning widely when he noticed Brian's mimic. Brian smiled happily while silent tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I'm so sorry,.” you apologised with a hushed voice, the slump still prominent in your throat. “I didn't mean to hurt you by leaving.”

Brian scoffed amused. “But you did exactly that.”

“Yes.”

“Have you called your parents or your friends already?”

“No.”

Brian sighed silently. His heart roared because he was the first person you wanted to contact after your disappearance. “I stayed in contact with your family and they invited me for dinner in a few months. I decided to accept their invitation and wanted to go since I’m having a week off of idol duties. I think they invited your friends as well.” He took a deep breath after telling you this, not knowing what to say next.

“I’ll be there,” you answered the question he didn’t dare to ask and a small smile creeped up your face thinking about seeing him again.

“I’m glad to hear that. You’re still more than welcome to call anytime you want to though.”

You chuckled slightly. “I missed you,” you mumbled, ignoring his statement for the moment.

“I missed you too.”

Yuna came back out of the bathroom, a solemn look on her face. It was already late and she had to leave. You noticed her glum mood and gazed out of the window noticing it got darker by the minute. “Brian?” You asked, your own mood dropping slightly as well.

“Yes?” He asked eagerly.

“I need to go. This is the phone of a friend and she needs to go home again.”

“Oh, yes, of course. I understand.” He sounded as sad as you felt. Brian didn't want to cut the call, he wanted to talk more, wanted to know how you have been all this time, what you did during the years.

You laughed lightly, picturing his eager mimic while he tried to restrain himself from asking more. “I’ll see you at the family dinner, yeah?” You promised him.

“I really hope so!” He confirmed your statement seriously.

“See you then.”

“Yes, see you then.”

With a heavy heart you cut the call and handed the phone back to Yuna. “Thank you,” you mumbled and hugged her shortly. “You kind of opened my eyes, didn't you?”

Yuna snickered. “That's the reason you’ve got friends after all.” Both of you giggled and hugged again before Yuna bid her goodbyes and left you alone in the hut.

You breathed in heavily and brushed your hands through your hair. You sat down on your armchair for a moment but instantly jumped up again, too restless to stay still. The fear you felt this morning had shrunk a little. Now you felt mostly nervous and excited for the future to come. Your excitement to see Brian again was overwhelming.

This incident showed you, just like Yuna said, you couldn't run away from your past and your problems. They would follow you even to the end of the world. It showed you as well that you hurt others more with running away than facing your problems. A feeling of remorse spread inside of you, followed by the fear of how your parents and friends would react to hearing from you again.

Even though you were scared you decided to call them and stay in contact with them until you would see them at the dinner. You hoped you could call Brian regularly as well, since you already missed his voice again.

Meanwhile at the music studio Brian stared at your phone, grinning brightly.

“How long haven't we seen him like that?” Jae asked laughing and poked his elbow in Brian's side.

“So we're going to see her again?” Dowoon asked excitedly.

Confused Brian looked up and stared at both his friends. He blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

Wonpil rolled his eyes playfully annoyed before he answered the open questions. “Jae, it's been two years since we’ve seen a genuine smile from him. Dowoon, yeah, we’re going to see her again. Hopefully not just at the dinner. Which means, Brian, yes, we will go with you to that dinner and you can't decline.” Wonpil grinned from ear to ear himself now, excited for the positive news just like the others.

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