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daisynik7 · 7 months

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hi nikki, congratulations on 2k! it's so deserved <3

for your event, can I request sk8er boi by avril lavigne with nanami specifically "he was a punk, she did ballet" + fluff

thank you <3

Sk8er Boi

He was a punk, she did ballet, what more can I say?

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

cw: fluff, modern day au, no curses au, college au, reader is a ballet dancer, Nanami is a musician and a skaterboarder

Summary: You’ve had a crush Kento Nanami ever since you first saw in him your class, dressed in the typical skater boy attire with baggy jeans and flannel shirt wrapped loosely around his waist. You don’t ever expect to cross paths any further until you find out that he’ll be performing as part of the orchestra for your spring recital. Soon, you learn that the two of you, despite your seemingly obvious differences, are more compatible than meets the eye.

Author’s Note: Thank you for this request @75songs and for always supporting my Nanami content, I appreciate you so much! This is such a fun song for the y2k karaoke party, I really had a blast writing it. I did a bit of research on ballet, so to any/all my ballet dancers on here, I apologize if I got any details completely wrong or inaccurate! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated, thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! Divider credit to @/saradika.

You’re drawn to Kento Nanami from the start, ever since you first lay eyes on him spring semester of your junior year in Music Appreciation. It’s a small class, no more than thirty people in the lecture hall early morning on a Monday. It’s not uncommon for students to travel around campus on a longboard or skateboard, but when you notice Nanami put his on the rack, donned in ripped baggy jeans, white tee, and a blue checkered flannel wrapped around his waist, you can’t help holding your gaze on him a little longer than necessary. As a dance major, with a concentration in ballet, you’re used to your classes being filled with the same people you’ve been with since freshman year. So, when you spot someone new, someone different, it sparks your interest. There’s nothing wrong with admiring from afar, right?

Two months pass of you crushing on him in secret, sneaking glances during lecture, your heart skipping a beat whenever you spy on him outside of class either in the library or cafeteria. You would have never expected your paths to actually cross in March, when your troupe prepares for the spring recital. Mei Mei, your ballet master, instructs you all to gather at the main theater on campus to meet the orchestra, who will be performing the music for the concert. To your pleasant surprise, Nanami is among the ensemble, carrying a bass clarinet in his hands.

“This is our grand orchestra for this spring’s recital,” Mei Mei introduces. “They are some of the finest musicians in the city. Some of them are even your fellow peers here from the university. I expect you all to show them your utmost respect and gratitude for volunteering their time to make this concert spectacular.”

You give them a round of applause, eyes flickering to Nanami, wearing his usual skater boy attire. His gaze meets yours, and he smiles, giving you a small wave. Heat rushes into your cheeks, tummy fluttering nervously, flustered by the fact that he’s acknowledged you. You search around, trying to see if it’s someone next to you that he’s waving at instead, but neither of your neighbors seem aware of him. When you look back, his attention is elsewhere, and the moment passes as quickly as it occurred.

The following Monday, you’re early as usual to class. You set up your laptop and take the extra time to people watch, especially eager to see one particular person. He arrives to the lecture hall with about three minutes to spare, placing his skateboard on the rack. Today, he’s in a black V-neck with a familiar logo on his chest, his collarbones barely visible. You expect him to take his usual spot on the other side of the room, a few rows ahead. When he walks towards you, beelining to the empty seat on your left, you’re dumbfounded, hastily collecting yourself as he asks, “Is this taken?”

You shake your head, attempting a smile, unable to coherently forms words into a proper response. He murmurs a soft, “Thank you,” before sitting down, retrieving his laptop to set in front of him. The professor still hasn’t arrived, and for the first time, you’re actually wishing they would to offer a distraction from this unusual situation.

Nanami clears his throat, turning to face you. “We haven’t properly met yet. I’m Kento Nanami. I recognized you the other day from class. I’m excited to see your performance for the spring recital.”

You introduce yourself, too nervous to meet his gaze, instead focusing on his neck, which only flusters you further. “I’m excited to hear your performance as well. Are you a music major?”

“Yes, music education to be more precise. I want to be a music teacher.”

You smile, relaxing a bit with the easy flow of conversation. “What a coincidence. I want to be a ballet teacher.”

His expression brightens. “Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Wow,” he muses, eyes twinkling at you.

Maybe it’s just in your head, but there’s a spark. And when the professor finally arrives, you wish you could take back what you thought earlier, because now, you want nothing more but to be distracted by Nanami.

~~~

Since that day, you and Nanami talk with each other every chance you get. Before lecture, on the way to your next class, the few minutes until practice starts, and even after, as he walks you to your on-campus apartment with his skateboard tucked under his arm. You learn that he plays a variety of instruments, including bass clarinet, drums, even a little bit of piano. His true passion is bass guitar, which he plays for his band Black Flash. As if you could like him any more than you already do, the thought of seeing him up on a stage, fingers working nimbly on the strings, slapping a riff with that smooth expression on his face does wonders to your heart. You’re shy every time he compliments your dancing, waving him off to say that you still have work to do to improve your technique, make your moves cleaner, more precise. Still, he continues to praise you, in awe of your flexibility and gracefulness. Sometimes, you’ll catch him staring at you from the pit when Mei Mei pauses the music to focus on a certain movement.

A week before the recital, Nanami waits for you after practice to collect your belongings. You forgot to mention to him earlier that you’ll be staying behind to break in your new pointe shoes, a process that takes a while. “Just go ahead without me,” you tell him.

He lingers while you sit down on the stage, a hard mat in front of you, unboxing your shoes. “What are you doing?”

“Pointe shoes are very stiff, so I have to break them in before I can dance in them properly,” you explain.

“What do you mean ‘break in’?” He peers at you with a curious expression on his face, kneeling down to sit beside you.

You smile at him, clapping your shoes together to create a loud noise. “Hear how hard these are? I’m going to bash them against this mat to soften them up.”

“Bash them?”

“Yup. Like this.” You proceed to smash the sole against the mat repeatedly, enjoying how Nanami gapes at you, shocked. You giggle at him, handing him the other half. “You can help me with this if you want. It’s a nice form of stress relief, right?”

He reaches into his pocket for his phone. “Sounds like a good opportunity to play some music.”

You scoot closer to him. “You should play something by Black Flash,” you request, smirking at him.

“Really? You want to hear something from us?”

“Absolutely.”

He smiles at you, a subtle blush surrounding his cheeks. “Okay.”

For the next half hour, you whack your shoes to the beat of the music, listening carefully for the smooth bass, knowing it’s Nanami. He watches you test them out with Black Flash still playing in the background, stretching and swiveling in them to mold to your feet properly. Usually, you’re alone or with your troupe doing this, and it’s as uneventful as you’d imagine. But with Nanami, this ordinary task is special. You appreciate him being so interested in your passion, even if it is vastly different from his own. You would have never expected the mysterious skater boy from your class to be holding your ballet shoes in hand or clapping politely as you stand on pointe for him, impressed by your skill. And you would have never expected yourself to fall so head over heels for him.

~~~

The spring recital is a massive success. Mei Mei bows in front of the standing ovation, holding a fresh bouquet of flowers in her hands. She points at the orchestra in the pit, giving them her unending thanks. You glance over at Nanami, looking professional and handsome in his black-tie attire, though you can’t help but miss the typical baggy jeans and basic tee he usually wears.

Backstage, exhausted but still buzzing with excitement, you all remove your makeup together, discussing the after party. “Are you coming with us? Or are you planning to go out with your boyfriend?” Your friend, Hana, smirks at you through the reflection in the mirror, wiping off her eyeshadow.

Before you can respond, the other dancer beside you scoffs. “Isn’t he a punk or something? What would your parents say if they knew you were dating him?”

Her blatant rudeness shocks you, and you’re unsure how to respond, blood gradually boiling with anger. Luckily, your friend does. “What the hell are you talking about, Kimi? Do you even know him?”

She barks a crude laugh. “I mean, just look at him. He’s always wearing those baggy clothes. You’re telling me she,” Kimi points to you, “will ever get with a guy like him?”

Your friend glares at her, ready to argue, but you interfere, mustering the courage to speak up for yourself, and for Nanami. “He’s a great guy who’s been nothing but sweet and kind to me. Not that it matters, but I happen to like his clothes. And you know what else? I like Nanami, so yes, I would get with a guy like him. So, I would appreciate it if you kept your judgmental attitude to yourself from now on.”

Conveniently finished removing your stage makeup, you pack your bag, turning your back to her, giving Hana a passing high-five on your way out.

~~~

“Are you sure it’s okay for me to go there like this?” You sit in the passenger seat of Nanami’s car, dressed in leggings and a comfortable t-shirt, an hour after your performance. He met you outside the theater back in his usual get-up with a dozen roses in his hands, congratulating you. After, you went out for burgers, it was then that he invited you to watch Black Flash tonight at one of the local venues downtown.

“Of course. You look great, as always,” he answers, grinning at you. “Are you sure you want to go to this? I know there’s probably an after party you’d much rather attend – ”

You interrupt him gently, smiling. “I’d much rather be here than anywhere else right now.”

When you arrive to the venue, Nanami leads you through the crowd, acknowledging some of the workers as he passes by, making his way backstage. There, you meet his bandmates: Gojo the guitarist, Geto who does lead vocals and guitar, and Shoko, the drummer. They all greet you politely, teasing Nanami for “finally bringing a date to the show.” He blushes, ignoring them, quietly setting up, tuning his bass.

By the time Black Flash is ready to perform, your new friends direct you back to the audience to watch them. You maneuver your way through the throng of people, taking your spot near the front, wanting a good view of them, especially Nanami. When the MC announces their name, the crowd goes wild, hooting and hollering for them as they walk across the stage, waving at their fans like true rockstars. Your chest fills with adrenaline, heart pumping with excitement, attention focused on Nanami as he stands to the left, guitar hanging low with the strap wrapped around his shoulders. He glances up, searching the audience until his eyes land on yours; he smiles at you, giving you a small wave with his free hand, the left cradling the neck delicately.

As soon as the music starts, the bass reverberates from the speakers and up the soles of your feet, electrifying every nerve in your body. You recognize the song they’re playing; it reminds you of the week before, when you were bashing your pointe shoes against the hard mat, nodding your head along to the music. You’ve since added Black Flash into your daily playlist, listening to it often, imagining Nanami grooving with the bass nestled in his hands. His talent is other worldly; just a few hours ago, he was decked out in a suit, performing in an orchestra, and now he’s out here, rocking the stage with his fellow bandmates. Your pulse quickens, exhilarated by the familiar music and the realization that your little crush on Nanami is much more serious than you originally thought.

~~~

Nanami skips the band’s invitation for a late-night bite to take you back to campus. In the car, you ask, “Are you sure you don’t want to go with them? I can find another way home easily.”

“I’d much rather be here than anywhere else right now,” he says, repeating the same answer you gave him earlier. You smile, holding each other’s gaze a second longer before he starts driving.

You babble on and on about how impressive the show was, how completely starstruck you became by the end of it. “The bass really comes through when you’re playing live! I felt it in my soul, especially during ‘Overtime’. I think that might be my favorite song.”

He pulls up to the parking lot down the street from your complex, turning off the ignition. “I’m really happy you came tonight. I know you must be tired.”

“Are you kidding?!” you exclaim, shifting in your seat to face him. “I got a second wind as soon as you started playing! Yeah, my feet are a little sore, so I’ll definitely need to ice them tomorrow morning, but oh my gosh! That was truly amazing! I can’t believe I got to see Black Flash live in concert – ”

He leans into you, interrupting your rambling with a soft kiss on the lips. His hand slides around the nape of your neck, pulling you in deeper, and after the initial shock of it all, you melt into him, mouths moving seamlessly with each other. You only stop to catch your breath, pressing your forehead to his, whispering his name. “Nanami.”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that,” he mutters, breaking apart from you, burying his face in his hands. “I should have asked if it was okay with you first. I just…I lost control because you’re so sweet, and so beautiful, and I – ”

“Nanami,” you say again, smiling at him. You pull his hands away from him, brushing your lips along his skin, kissing him softly on each knuckle. “I liked it. I like you.”

He swallows thickly, eyes widening at your confession. “You do?”

“Can I make it any more obvious?” you giggle.

He lets out a relieved laugh, cheeks rounded with happiness, nuzzling his nose to yours. “I really like you too. I’ve liked you from the start.”

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ctitan98official · 3 months

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Anonymous: Howdy~may I request the RE8 ladies with a reader who can play the acoustic guitar and sings a bit, but their shy about it and gets really flustered and embarrassed when they are found out :)) thank you ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

I love it! Playing guitar for your girl? Brings back a lot of fond memories for me. Let’s get into it!

Alcina:

The song she catches you playing: All of Me - Django Reinhardt (Check out Django’s solo at 0:42 seconds! Perfection!!!)

Alcina used to be a Jazz singer. She knows a lot of the standards because she needed to learn them and take requests.

She is delighted to hear All of Me as she strolls through the hallways of the castle one day.

She assumed that someone was playing a recording, so she walks into the parlor to investigate.

What she did not expect to see was you playing the song and improvising on guitar! She is stunned.

She waits for you to finish and then softly claps.

You startle and turn around. You blush at seeing Alcina.

“You’ve been holding out on me, draga.” She grins and walks over to where you are. You are so bashful and hide your face on Alcina’s leg.

“How about a duet sometime, Y/N.” She chuckles as she rubs your back.

You groan and bury your face more in total embarrassment.

Donna:

The song she catches you playing: Donna - Ritchie Valens (Yes, the perfect theme song for Donna T^T Actually, I’ve been thinking about how to incorporate this particular song into one of my works for a little bit of time, so this is a good excuse! Angie by the Stones would be funny too XD)

Donna loves music. When she hears singing upstairs, she goes to investigate the lovely sound.

Donna gets to the top of the stairs and realizes it’s you who’s singing and playing guitar. She is blushing like mad as she goes closer and listens.

When she catches a particular line, she literally almost swoons from the sound of your voice.

“‘Cause I love my girl. Donna, where can you be? Where can you be?” You sing.

Donna is so giddy as you finish, but she feels like that was a special moment she wasn’t supposed to hear. She decides to leave it be for now.

Later at dinner, she calmly tells you how much she enjoyed your singing. “You have such a beautiful voice, cara mia. Maybe you’ll let me sit in on your concert next time.” She says.

You almost choke on your food knowing that Donna heard you.

Miranda:

The song she catches you playing: Wish you Were Here - Pink Floyd (This song is so tragic. Syd Barett, the former frontman for Pink Floyd, was suffering from a mental breakdown and drug addiction. Roger Waters wrote this song about how he had to quit the band. I just feel like Miranda could relate to the song and the haunting lyrics.)

Miranda has never heard you sing or play music. She is quite surprised and impressed by your talent when she hears you one day.

The poignant lyrics of the song bring her to tears as she listens just behind you. She thinks of Eva as you pour your heart into your singing.

“Running over the same old ground. What have we found? The same old fears, wish you were here.” You sing. If you’ve ever lost somebody close, this song hits different.

As you finish, Miranda clears her throat and you jump.

She is teary-eyed as she walks over and places a soft kiss on your lips. “That was beautiful, Y/N.” She praises.

Your cheeks turn bright red. You feel incredibly bashful now that you know she heard you.

Bela:

The song she catches you playing: More than Words - Extreme (Basically, a required song when talking acoustic guitar. It’s perfect for Bela.)

Bela loves to listen to music and she plays piano.

Bela finds the ability to create music very attractive in a partner.

When she catches you playing guitar in her room by yourself, she hides herself so she can listen uninterrupted.

“Hold me close, don’t ever let me go. More than words is all I ever needed you to show. Then you wouldn’t have to say that you love me 'cause I’d already know.”

The lyrics make Bela’s heart flutter. She wonders if you’re thinking about her as you sing this.

As you finish, Bela can’t help herself. “Lovely, Y/N.” She compliments.

You jump and look at Bela. “Uh, you heard that?” You say with wide eyes. You hope you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself.

“I did. It was perfect, Y/N.” She says and walks over to give you a kiss on the lips.

Cassandra:

The song she catches you playing: Everlong - Foo Fighters (Acoustic version. Rip Taylor Hawkins.)

Cass likes louder genres of music, but not full out metal or other similar styles.

You suggested that she try to listen to the Foo Fighters. They’re now one of her favorite bands.

Thinking about simpler times, you decide to jam out to Everlong.

Cass comes into her bedroom to see you really getting into the song. She recognizes it instantly and smiles. She’s so happy you’ve shared your tastes in music with her. It makes her feel an even deeper bond with you.

As the song comes to an end, Cass goes over and hugs you from behind.

“You are quite talented, darling.” She laughs and kisses the top of your head.

Your face is so red and you laugh nervously.

Daniela:

The song she catches you playing: All My Loving - The Beatles (She’s from the 1950’s. I’m convinced that she would have been a huge fan of the Beatles by the time they hit it big in 1964. She probably would have cried like those hysterical women at concerts if she got to see them perform live.)

Dani loves to listen to romantic songs. Big surprise, right?

She catches you playing guitar in one of the more secluded areas of the castle one day.

She just about melts. You play guitar and sing? It’s so attractive and alluring to her.

“All my loving I will send to you. All my loving, darling I’ll be true.” You sing.

Dani can’t help but call out. “I’ll be true too, baby!”

You startle at Dani’s sudden, and loud as hell, outburst.

She comes over to place many kisses on your face and drags you back to her room so you can play the song again from the beginning.

Now, she expects you to sing to her every day. You don’t mind, though.

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jennay · 7 months

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I Wrote A Song

Request: Ok so I have an idea for a fluffy fic?? What if Noah’s gf is a musician too, and they’re on tour together 😭 and she writes a song about him, doesn’t release it til the day of this particular concert. but he doesn’t think anything of it til the middle of the song and his heart bursts out of his chest with love and cuteness😭 I just love fluff ok. You don’t have to! Just throwing it out there! Thought it’d be so fun.

Noah Sebastian x Reader

An: I rewrote this several times and than had siri read it back to me which was so confusing because she kept saying Noelle instead of Noah. Anyways enjoy! If you have more requests I'll just keep adding them to the list.

Also! Lyrics are not mine its a song by Ipravail- My Heart I Surrender. It's so good.

Noah Master List

Noah loved having you in his bunk with him. He cherished every moment he got to spend with you on this tour. He felt so lucky to share this adventure, see the world, and make music with you. You were his partner, his best friend, his soulmate.

Last year, you two were apart for so long, touring with different bands and barely seeing each other. You missed each other terribly, which took a toll on your relationship. You tried to stay in touch, but it was hard to find time and connection.

You felt lonely and frustrated and sometimes wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't because you stopped loving each other or anything terrible happened.

It was just that missing someone so much was too hard to bear, and you wondered if it would be easier if you let go. Would the ache in your heart fade away? The answer was no. It only hurt more when you tried to act like friends, knowing he still loved you with all his soul, and you felt the same way.

You and Noah could never be just friends. You had a bond that was deeper than friendship, stronger than distance, and more powerful than anything.

You realized you couldn't live without each other and decided to give your relationship another chance. You promised to make it work, no matter what. And you did.

Noah loved being by your side, supporting, encouraging, and making you laugh. He loved holding you in his arms, kissing you, making love to you. He loved everything about you.

Noah shifted his weight as he turned on his side, pulling your sleeping body closer to his. He watched you breathe softly and admired your peaceful face.

You looked so beautiful in the dim light of the bunk, so innocent and sweet. He still thanked the universe daily for you being here with him and choosing him.

His tattooed hand caressed your cheek and smiled while kissing the tip of your nose. You made a cute noise, snuggling into the warmth of his hand. Your eyes fluttered open to meet Noah's brown eyes, filled with love and adoration.

"What time is it?" You whispered while closing your tired eyes again.

He brushed a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, "It's only midnight. Go back to bed."

You cuddled closer to his chest, feeling the cold air from the guys having their windows open on the other side of the bus.

Noah didn't hesitate to wrap you in his arms and hold you tightly, sharing his body heat with the person he loved more than anything.

He gently ran his fingers through your hair and lulled you back to sleep, whispering I love you.

He kissed your forehead and closed his eyes, feeling content and happy. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of you.

"You haven't told him yet?" Ally, your guitarist, asks you with a teasing grin.

You bite your lip, feeling nervousness and excitement. You've been working on a particular song for Noah.

You've told your bandmates that you'll surprise him with it at the show's end, but he has no idea what's coming.

You and Noah have been through a lot together. You met when you were both starting out in the music scene, and you instantly clicked. You fell in love. You had some success but also some struggles.

When you broke up last year, you felt like you lost a part of yourself, a part that only he could fill. You poured your heart into your music, writing dozens of songs about him. Some were angry, some were sad, some were hopeful. This song was the one that made you realize that you couldn't live without him. It was your masterpiece, and you wanted to share it with him in front of everyone.

You wanted to tell him how you felt, still think and always will feel.

"I just asked him to come toward the end of the set, and he said yes." You smile, thinking of how loyal and supportive he is. "He didn't ask any questions, so I didn't have to explain anything."

"That man." Ally laughs as you walk towards the stage. "He's so devoted to you. He'd do anything you ask him to." She shakes her head, "My boyfriend could learn a thing or two from him."

James and Charlie follow behind you, ready to rock the crowd. James is your bassist, and he's always in his own world. Charlie is your drummer, and he's always late for everything. But they're your friends, and they're part of your band. And today, they're going to help you make history.

You feel a knot in your stomach as the concert reaches its climax. You glance at the side of the stage, hoping to see Noah's familiar face.

You've been waiting for him to show up, to witness the song you wrote for him. But he's nowhere to be seen.

You try not to let it affect your performance, but you can't help feeling disappointed.

The song ends, and you hear Ally's voice in your earpiece. She knows what you're planning and wants to help you stall for time.

"So, this next song is very special," You say into the mic, "I wrote it-"

"About a boy," Ally interrupts, winking at you. "A boy who is running late." She laughs, and the crowd joins in.

You smile, playing along. "Yeah, where are you, Noooooah Sebastian?" You shout his name, hoping he'll hear you somehow.

You sit on the stage, pretending to be tired and out of breath. You're running out of excuses to delay the song.

When you hear Ally's voice again, you're about to give up and start singing.

"Look who finally made it!" She exclaims, pointing to the side of the stage. You jump up, feeling a rush of adrenaline hit you.

There he is, Noah, looking sheepish and apologetic. He waves at you, and the crowd goes wild.

"Better late than never," You tease him as you approach him.

He pulls you into his arms and kisses you passionately. He whispers in your ear, "I'm sorry I'm late. I love you, go kick ass."

You nod, feeling your heart melt. He doesn't know it yet but inspires most of your music. He's humble and modest and never assumes anything about him. But this song is about him, and you want him to know it.

"This song is called My Heart I Surrender." You go back to the front of the stage, hearing a soft acoustic rhythm pick up; you lightly bop your head, waiting for your queue to start.

You take in a deep breath and start softly sing, "I'm a ghost in your eyes, a shadow you can't seem to recognize..." and as you close your eyes, you breathe deep, trying to match the tune of the guitar, "I have a thought of you for every star in the sky but I'm scared, I'll never cross your mind."

You're eyes open as the melody gets louder, filling you with the utmost passion, feeling every beat in your chest. You're no longer nervous as you sing, "Will our stars ever align? Will two hearts be in time? These words you should always remember: to you my heart, I surrender. Chasing a love that could never be mine, maybe one day you'll realize these words you should always remember: to you my heart, I surrender."

You pause for a moment, feeling the music in your veins. You look at Noah, who is beaming with love.

He can't believe you wrote this song for him, that you wanted him to be here for this particular moment.

He feels admiration for you, your talent, and your courage. He knows how hard it is to share your feelings with the world, and he's honored that you chose him as your muse.

He watches you with awe and pride as you move around the stage with grace and energy. You're a star, and he's your biggest fan.

You keep looking back at him, making eye contact, smiling, waving, and singing to him.

You make him feel like he's the only person in the world, the center of your universe. The connection he feels with you transcends words and time.

He feels that much closer to you. His heart skips a beat when he hears you sing the chorus. To you, my heart, I surrender.

Emotions wash over him as he realizes how much you mean to him. You're his everything, his reason for waking up in the morning, his soulmate.

He wants to run up to the stage, hug you, kiss you, and tell you how much he loves you. But he knows this is your moment and doesn't want to ruin it. He just wants to enjoy it with you and let you know he feels the same way. To you, his heart he surrenders.

He holds his hand over his chest, feeling his heart beat in sync with yours. He smiles at you, sending you a silent message of love and support.

Noah can't wait to see you after the show, hold you in his arms, and whisper in your ear how proud he is of you.

When the song ends, you smile at the crowd, you tell them how much you appreciate them, how much they inspire you, how much you love them. You couldn't have done it without them.

You drop your microphone on the stand and run towards Noah, who is still in shock and awe. He has his hand over his mouth, trying to hide his huge smile.

You leap into his arms, and he catches you effortlessly. He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground. You wrap your legs around his waist, holding him tight. You kiss him all over his face, making him laugh. "Surprise!" You say, nuzzling his shoulder. "Did you like it?"

"What kind of question is that?" He pulls back gently, his brown eyes glowing with pride. "You're so fucking amazing! I don't know how I got so lucky." He kisses your neck, making you giggle, and carries you off the stage, holding you close.

When the two of you get down the stairs, he realizes you need to speak with your fans, and he lets you stand on your feet as you walk by the gates, signing autographs and taking pictures.

Noah never gets tired of you. It's impossible. He can't imagine a day without you by his side, and thankfully, he'll never have to.

You've made your choice, and it's him. He's the one you love, the one you want, the one you need.

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bbiemochi · 2 years

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hello! may i request a s/o with jun sazanami and hiyori tomoe (separately) who has been feeling jealous as they attended eve's concert? all they could do was to watch as they provided fanservice to the audience since it's their jobs. so in the end, they found out, teased and comforted them about it <3

hopefully this make sense 😭😭 but tq if you accept this request <3

𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 | eve x reader

[an]: it’s pretty obvious where i got the inspo for the title blah blah blah anyways, tysm for requesting, my lovely! you know after the mv came out—y’all have no idea how much chaos i made in the house. i went straight to enstars to do shumika with it/srs

summary: who knew the way how eve provides fanservice for the fans could make you so…jealous?

pairing: jun & hiyori x g/n!reader! [ separate ! ]

genre: fluff!

music to listen to while listening:

HIYORI TOMOE

“eh? a free ticket to your live?”

as hiyori nods his head happily, you looked down at the ticket at hand given by the eden member, and frowned a bit. “tomoe, i know we’re dating and all but, you shouldn’t really give things like this to me for free. you work hard during your live after all, at least let me pay for it.”

“huh? are you saying that y/n-chan doesn’t accept my free token to them? i’m hurt…!”

“n-no it’s not that…! don’t get the wrong idea, i promise. it’s just—you and sazanami-san really do work hard for your live, practices everyday and all of that, s-so i really think it’s not necessary for you to give such an item like this to me just because we’re dating. i’m flattered, but—

your sentence was cut off when hiyori placed a finger on your lips, his smile warmer than ever that made your face heat up. the reasoning of him having tons of fans was a good reason, who could resist such a charm? as you are his lover (hidden away from those fans), it’s your job to provide him the best support and love you could towards your boyfriend. with his job as an idol, and having such an optimistic personality when coming to you—everything in all. however, when receiving such things for free from him, it made you embarrassed a bit. though, as this is hiyori we’re talking about, he reassures you.

“shh, shh, shh…y/n-chan, it’s alright~ besides, this is one time. tickets aren’t that much expensive, anyways. you’re always busy with your duties after all~ at least come to me and jun-kun’s concert just this once~? it’ll make my heart flutter if i see you within the audience with your eyes only on the great hiyori~” the sentence he spoke made your heart flutter instead. he notices this, and chuckles. “ah~ you are adorable indeed. c’mon~! come to eve’s concert, just this one time~? please~??” he began to beg, giving you those puppy dog eyes he uses often to swoon you over.

sighing, you spoke, “fine, fine, just this once.”

“yay~! i’m so happy~!” the male responds, now hugging you close to him. you laughed, “ok, ok…i’m only letting you go this once as well, let me pay for your ticket next time.”

“you can always tell me if you want to come to eden’s or eve’s concerts, i’ll be glad to give you tickets for fre—

“tomoe no.”

hiyori pouted.

after that particular day, hiyori began to become more busy with his idol practices with jun. you two text each other all the time, just frequently when he’s busy that is. you didn’t wanna disturb him after all. you often text jun if you had the chance to see if your boyfriend was doing alright. or even nagisa or ibara from time to time, as you too were starting to grow busy from your studies. university is a bitch.

slowly, the live was close to arriving. every fan of eve was screaming on social media, saying how excited they are and such things fans would say. some were even posting their light sticks online, with different designs and everything. you smiled, hiyori has really come this far, huh? you were so proud of him and his unit.

at the day of the live, you excused yourself from your part-time job to attend the concert. just a simple excuse everyone uses, you weren’t feeling well. but secretly, here you are, waiting in line to show the security your ticket. after your ticket was checked, you quickly head inside the concert arena and chose an area to stay. not too close, nor was it too far, just in the middle. there were already a lot of people inside the room, and did it started to feel a little hot. you looked at the time and it was currently only 4:23pm. around 4:30 his concert will probably begin soon.

so you all waited. the screams were getting louder in every minute you watched the empty stage, people began to push a bit, which made you move to a more behaved location of the area. when the now colored light sticks began to shine, that’s when the fans’ screams grow louder than a before that you thought your eardrums would burst. 4:28pm, it’s almost time. everyone was chanting; ‘eve! eve! eve!’ all and all over again. when the stage’s lights popped open, everyone went berserk. 4:30, it was time.

as the stage flashed the lights, everyone among the audience screamed like children, while you were feeling all sorts of emotions at that moment. you never really saw hiyori performed only with jun, you only saw eden’s concerts and that’s about all. but eve? this was your first time, you were really curious of what song they’ll be performing. out of nowhere, the crowd of fans all yelled louder than before, some were screaming either hiyori’s or jun’s name near your side, and some were even almost crying at the background. eve fans were weird, you gotta say. how did your boyfriend managed to have them?

the thoughts suddenly swooned away from your mind when two figures rose up from the stage, on their positions with the lights from the foot of the stage went dim in the entire room (except for the light sticks). your eyes sparkled at the sight of hiyori in front of you, yet you didn’t scream. you just smiled proudly. the audience too fell silent, and when the eve pair finally stood on the stage with their posture prepared, the faint of music began to play and…

what in the holy name of idols did you just saw?

the beginning dance move made your jaw drop. did…did they just…?

as your eyes stared wide in shock, the crowd was certainly enjoying the show. this, was the ‘special’ training hiyori mentioned to you? you weren’t even sure if you can believe that anymore. it wasn’t like you disliked the performance..! it was just…it made you feel something you weren’t sure you were feeling at all. you don’t know how to put a mind to it, however you were sure this feeling was something you disliked a lot. the two males continued to sing and dance among the faces of the crowd, hiyori’s gorgeous smile never fading away as he grabs jun’s hand that was caressing his cheek, lovingly. they certainly do have…nice, choreography…you had no idea if it was ibara who handed this idea over to them but…it was nice(?).

throughout the concert, all you could do was watch as eve sung through their hearts in their performance. hiyori’s vocals were as impressive as always…but still…you couldn’t help but feel…a little jealous at their moves…the fact that you had to watch them do those kinds of fanservice until the live was done, and boy was this going to be a wild ride for you along with their fans.

as the final lights flickered with such mesmerizing beauty on eve’s stage, their sweat dripping from afar the stage lights that shone throughout the live—your eyes were sparkling from how spectacular eve’s performance was. yet again, you couldn’t shake that feeling away from your head for some reason you would not like to know.

and just like that, the live was over.

bits and bits, all of the fans screamed their lungs out one last time, as both jun and hiyori bowed and said their farewells to the fans before finally leaving the stage. one by one did the fans left their place, while you walked towards the backstage to talk to hiyori. you were sure hiyori had told you to the security who refused to let you see the famous and good looking idol, because when you made it there and told your name, they immediately let you inside of the room where they rest.

upon opening the door, revealed both eve members sitting down on the luxurious like couch—drinking from cold water bottles as they panted from the tiring live they just did with only them performing. when you presence walked inside of the room, hiyori took a moment before he realized it was you. “y/n-chan~! you made it…!” he says, pulling you into a tight hug. the male was sweaty, however he smelled like the perfume he always wears before training or doing his daily concerts. as you chuckled delightfully, hiyori let go of you and you greeted his idol partner with a bow, “hello to you too, sazanami-kun.”

“no need for the formalities, y/n-san, we know each other pretty well. i told you this before, geez…” jun replied as he bashfully looked away. “so~? how was eve’s live? very lively, wasn’t it?”

“ohiisan your puns are terrible.”

“jun-kun! how cruel…!”

you laughed as hiyori gasped dramatically from jun’s honest response. well, they seemed to be looking and acting normal even after what happened to the stage where nearly half of the audience fainted. that includes you. “you two were amazing out there, tomoe. i must say that even if this was my first eve concert, you two never fail to blow me away with your talents,” you told to the both of them with a gentle smile. jun bows his head a bit, showing respect to your answer with small red tinted on his cheeks. hiyori brushes his hair back with a proud grin over hisss face, “right~? well, of course. you’re watching the great hiyori perform on the stage after all~! this time without adam next to our side, too.”

“oh, about adam guess who’s calling right now.” as you and hiyori looked over to jun’s phone screen, it titles; ‘incoming call from nagisa ran.’ hiyori tilts his head, obviously quite perplexed of why their leader was calling. “oh? now why is he calling? is there something that has come up?”

“maybe there was…” you told him with a hint of worry on your tone.

“no idea. but i’ll just answer it—i’ll be right back,” jun says, standing up before leaving the room completely to the two of you, door closing a little from behind. after jun left, you looked over to hiyori who was piercing his gaze at you the entire time. you flinched, “h-hey. why are you staring at me like that?”

“there’s something you’re not telling me, aren’t you?”

“heh..?”

your boyfriend’s grin stretched, almost like a cheshire cat’s swoon smile. you did not like where this was going to but, oh well. “c’mon y/n~ you don’t have to hide it from me~ what is it you wanna ask~?” you stayed silent from that question, looking away from his gaze. hiyori seems to notice this, and grins even more wider. jun wouldn’t be back considering nagisa was calling…so…slowly and steadily, he moves closer to you, so close your noses touched—and you froze. “you wanna know about the first performance me and jun-kun did, do you~?”

cat’s out of the bag. oh dear…

your face burned, and when this caught hiyori’s attention, you knew for sure that this was game over for you. after a few second, you heard him laugh, gleefully. in fact, he laughed quite a little hard from your adorable reaction you gave to him upon predicting what was on your min throughout the entire time. “aww, y/n-chan my dear, you don’t have to fret…! you are just the cutest when flustered~ me and jun-kun were used to doing that~! so it’s absolutely fine, and platonic..!” he says, and you looked away even more, a bit embarrassed of how he found out.

a small soft smile stretches across the male’s face. he loved teasing you, though when you look like that he just can’t help but kiss your forehead and hug you once more. hiyori loves hugging you. not only because you were too cute to look like that, but your body temperature was also quite warm. very approved of his liking. you murmured over his arm, “i-i wasn’t…even about to ask..”

“no need to be shy about hiding it~” he replies, stroking your hair. you nuzzled against hiyori’s touch, from the tip of your hair till it was upwards—every gentle stroke he made was like heaven to you. you felt like a cat at that moment.as the intimate moment was over for a few seconds, hiyori lets go of your body (even if he wanted to hug you more), and beams, “say..! how about we hang out at your place tonight~? no one else, just you and me? we can cuddle and even watch a movie~! what do you say~?” he questions, eyes sparkling from excitement.

you sweatdropped a little. “but tomoe i heard from ibara-san that you guys have an interview tomorrow as eden.”

hiyori pouted.

you sighed. “alright, alright, let’s head to my place tonight…”

your adorable lover smiles widely with your accepted answer, and cheers. honestly, who could say no to him?

JUN SAZANAMI

you know, dating an idol really is tough..

not only was it strictly forbidden between producer and the idol themself, but the fans were one of the reasons of why that was caused. for somebody like jun sazanami of eden however, those were the line of boundaries that you needed to know. eden is a very strong and famous unit within the ensemble square industry. considering of the countless amount of fans they now have (not to mention half of their schedule is messing yours a little), talks shows, photoshoot for idol magazines, and other tv programs were a big must for theirs as an idol. and as their producer, you guessed that maybe being by his side wouldn’t cause much trouble as long as you both did it in secret.

it wasn’t your fault, it was jun who had confessed to you one rainy day on a phone call. that day you’ll never forget. cold, but your heart was warm and so was your face. the next day after that happened, he told you how he spoke what he truly felt that rainy night—and how it was really his honest feelings. jun refused to shake it off, and you too as well declined. and so now, here you two are, dating in secret for no one else to know about. heck, if ibara knew about the thing going on between you both who knows what trouble it’ll cause not only to you and jun but the entire idol unit and cosmic production industry.

although…here was the thing. as much as you had to bare with jun pretending like he’s not close to you as much as he is in private, when it was often eve’s turn for you to produce for, it…was kinda hard.

even if eden was a unit of four—consists of jun, hiyori, ibara and their leader, nagisa, each one of them will be partnered up in two and be separate groups named adam and eve. jun was partnered by no one other than hiyori, and was in the group eve. because of this, their fans grew more attached to eve, and also because of this reason, the way his group throws fanservice for them makes you feel…envious. you never told jun about this of course, you didn’t want to ruin their job when they were already doing so well. all you could do was watch as they did so, and you weren’t really good with hiding of what you were feeling.

you see, when it was mostly adam who comes up with a way to satisfy their fans with a little of a thing we call, ‘fanservice,’ they usually would browse for ideas on how to do so by a little bit of flirting within the audience or if that idea wasn’t their cup of tea, would either do a hypnotizing dance until everyone fainted. when it comes to eve however, they take it to another level.

hiyori’s ideas however, are what the common fanservice is like for idol fans. and since jun has respect for the male, he listens to them and takes notes. you too would do the same as their producer. but there was this one thing about them that makes their fanservice a little more unique than adam’s. hiyori’s ideas when it comes to ‘satisfying’ their fans, well…often leaves your jaw dropped on the floor. yet you never heard jun complain once, and gets along with his bright mind. you weren’t sure if he was just forcing himself to or just wanted the training to end.

one of those examples are when you produced for their new song, ‘trap for you.’ the dance moves never failed to make you look away and make your face turn red. you weren’t even sure if your lover noticed this at all. not like it matters much, though you felt like it did.

today, was a day of eve’s live. ibara and nagisa had headed out for a few business trips along with you, although they had sent you back to help along with eve’s live that you officially programmed. with needed signatures here and there, your schedule was packed. soon enough, the room was filled with screaming eve fans everywhere. you headed straight to the member’s changing room if the two of them were finished getting ready and doing their last rehearsal, and thankfully they were.

“i bought this perfume yesterday while i was scrolling to the nearby bakery for a snack~! what a good hiyori~!”

“ohiisan you better hurry up, the live’s about to begin…” jun was basically waiting for his senior at the door, arms crossed while you stood next to his side. soon enough, the two of them hurried off the stage while you guided them with the songs they’ll be holding during their concert. hiyori was first to see the audience from the side of the stage, and sure as predicted, there were thousands waiting at the arena. hiyori’s eyes sparkled in delight, “ah~! our fans are waiting for us, jun-kun..! ah—oh wait…! i completely forgot..!” the male suddenly jolted up from the assistant’s grip who was helping him set his mic piece. jun tilts his head, “what’s the matter?”

“i forgot i was supposed to be wearing that clip for today’s live..! wait here, i’ll be right back…!” hiyori exclaims, though before jun could reply back the male sped off back to their dressing room. you sighed with a facepalm. “hiyori-san is always like this…” you murmured and jun sighs as well, agreeing with you. “apologies for him. i hope this doesn’t up to your schedule, y/n.”

“no worries it’s alright..! you guys are my responsibility after all…!” you replied, and jun smiles softly. “i’m glad you’re not stressing out much about this. still, i really do apologize about ohiisan acting like this when the live’s supposed to begin at this moment. geez, do we really have to do this for the fans? i really do wish ohiisan’s ideas can be something that i’ll get used to…i just wanna spend time with you.”

your cheeks heated a little, and you looked away in order not to let your boyfriend spot the blush that was tainting on your face. “it’s not a bother, really. i’m used to hiyori-san’s actions like that, and honestly it’s really a humor of him to do so. besides, as idols you guys are doing great jobs to get good reviews from the audience,” you said, and jun chuckles. “heh, yeah. i guess you’re right about that one. oh and uh, y/n you have a little bit of something over your cheek..”

“huh? really? where—

your sentence was cut off short and silent when jun soothingly kisses your mouth shut. only the yells of the audience from near the stage could be heard, dozens of them screaming for eve to come out already and begin the concert. jun’s eyes were closed as he moves his mouth a little, adjusting his tongue in your lips, escalating out a short breath. your eyes widen opened in astonishment. the kiss only lasted for seconds, yet for you it felt like a minute. as jun pulled away, he covers his mouth with his arm, face turning away from yours as he mumbled, “i’m sorry..”

“huh..?”

jun looks at you, expression as sheepish as you are. “i’m sorry. i just…you know…missed being with you and..stuff. our schedules are always full lately…i never really got to spend time with you and often these days when you would hold a meeting for the idols along with me, i could always see that you’re a bit gloomy from time to time. tired in other words if i can read expressions well…” he stopped track at his words for a moment before speaking once again, “and the little things we do in order to interact with our audience while i’m secretly dating you probably makes you…i don’t know….upset? i’m so sorry, i promise to make up soon i just—

“jun.”

he stopped as soon as he heard your voice. bashfully, you looked away, “i’m supposed to be the sorry one here. there’s really nothing you’re supposed to say sorry for…it’s you and hiyori-san’s job after all to do those…as your producer, i’m supposed to be handling these well since it’s my job. but…my emotions do get the best of me. i’m baffled…so, it’s ok..” when you smiled at him with those eyes, you knew jun was hypnotized like he was under your spell. “besides, even though i get jealous a little of how you and hiyori-san do your job—

“huh? get jealous?” jun stops you.

“heh?”

a long tranquil atmosphere went by, before the next thing you know that jun was laughing. your face flushed even more. wait—was he pointing out at another thing?! “i thought you were referring to us not spending time enough together but…” he laughed a little more, “i never knew you were jealous because of the fanservice me and hiyori-san do for our fans..pfft—ahah..!”

“t-this is not something to laugh about..!” you quietly screamed, face now completely steaming in embarrassment. you wanted to slap this asshole. but you couldn’t bare yourself to do that. you never realized that jun had already stopped laughing by the time you looked back at his teared up expression. he was…flushed by laughing, and even if he did look stupid, he was stupidly adorable with the bits of small tears pricked on his eyes. you were mesmerized by his sight, as steadily, he pats your head. “what am i supposed to do with you..?” he chuckles, and you swore butterflies erupted out. as he pats your head, jun’s smile never left his face. “i’m really sorry if you had felt that way…i never tried to make you jealous i swear. but it is adorable seeing you like that…”

you looked down on your feet, still embarrassed on how you completely let that word slip from your mouth. jun was still patting your head, “hey, look at me,” he says, and you did. “there’s no reason for you to get jealous. i mean, there is but you know…i’ll cherish you and you only. no one else…” he had an honest tone when he said those. “trust me, i’d only run with you. my lover…”

“jun-kun~! i’m back~! let’s hurry..!”

the intimate moment just like that. jun quickly pulls his hand away from your head and watched hiyori emerged from the direction he had went to from the beginning to grab his ‘clip.’ “took you long enough, ohiisan. everyone’s waiting,” jun was back to his usual self. hiyori sticks his tongue out, “sorry~ now now, we have to hurry on the stage, quickly now~!”

“yeah, yeah…” as hiyori dragged jun out on the stage with him, the male gave you one last smile before the concert began to start.

this time, you watched them with full confidence, and not with the envy you had hold yourself with for a long time. after all, you trust jun with all your heart.

a/n: ahahaa so many more requests to go (´；ω；`)

requests: opened! <3

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Redemption Chapter 12:

Conflicted Heart/Glowing Dim As An Ember

Takumi paced his room restlessly, not quite sure what to do with himself. The concert last night had made him realize his true feelings, but now he was unsure of how to proceed now.

Should.. should I tell her?

He looked down at the book in his hands, labeled “Make Her Fall For You in a Fortnight” and blushed. He’d managed to slip out of his room at night to get some.. “advice” on his current dilemma from the library. It was bad enough not being able to talk to an actual person about it since the only person he’d trust enough to open up about this happened to be the same person he was in love with.

I can’t believe I’m resorting to reading cheesy romance books about this!

If anyone found out, he’d die of embarrassment right then and there.

“Okay..” he muttered, flipping open the book, eyes scanning the table of contents until one in particular caught his eye.

“How to Confess”… maybe I’ll find what I need here! he thought, grinning as he found that section, deciding to try some out loud.

“D-do you like raisins? How do you feel about a date? Do you believe in love at first sight.. or should I walk by again? Hello, I’m a thief.. and I’m here to steal your heart?!”

Takumi’s face flushed crimson as he tried to imagine himself saying these things to Robyn as he flipped furiously through the pages, each line making the prince more flustered than the last.

“I swear someone stole the stars from the skies and put them in your eyes.. Do you have a name o-or can I just call you m-mine.. Are you sure you’re not tired? B-because you’ve been running through my mind all day.. W-what the hell are these?!”

Hi, how was heaven when you left it? it read. Let’s commit the perfect crime: I’ll steal your heart, you steal mine~

“ARGH NO!” he shouted in frustration. “What idiot would even use these?! This is something Felicia would probably write!”

”..Did you call my name milord?”

Felicia’s voice outside his door made the prince’s heart jump into his throat.

“W-what is it?”

”I’ve brought you some new clothes while your others are being repaired.” she said, stepping inside.

Impulsively, Takumi hurled the book into the fire before she could see it.

“Good morning, milord!” she greeted cheerfully. “I’ll just set these on your bed for you!”

”T-thank you.” he replied, forcing an awkward smile.

Felicia’s eyes widened when they fell on the fireplace.

“Oh no, Lord Takumi! One of your books fell in the fire!” she gasped. “Hold on, I’ll get it out of there right away!”

”N-no, it’s fine!” he exclaimed a little too loudly, causing the maid to frown.

”Um.. okay. As you wish. I’ll leave you to change then!”

She hurried out of the room, leaving the prince leaning against the wall with a sigh of relief, glancing over at the now unrecognizable book as it burned in the fire. Right where it belonged.

I’m never doing that again..

Pushing the embarrassing event firmly from his mind, Takumi turned his attention to the clothing left on his bed. It was oddly reminiscent of his normal attire, but with much darker colors. The fur wrap was larger, falling down to his ankles when he put it on, a mix of black and grey. The coat sleeves were puffy, reminding him a bit of his usual kimono, but the chest was wide open in almost a heart shape, the undershirt a mix of black, blue, purple, and a touch of red.

Hoshidan attire is still superior.. he mused. But this could be fun to wear for a bit. I wonder if Robyn will like it..

Satisfied, he turned to edit his room to find the Summoner.

I can’t believe one of the villagers had an orb at the festival! Robyn thought triumphantly as she headed up the Summoning Ruins.

The Order of Heroes was thriving, but it couldn’t hurt to add another hero in their ranks. And still, there was the possibility of summoning Kiyoshi or Leafa.. The thought made her heart flutter in anticipation, and she forced herself to take a slow breath. There was no guarantee this summon would bring her cousin or sister, so there was no point in working herself up over it. She found since its transformation, her weapon remained in book form even when summoning. When she opened it and set the orb inside, the orb hovered above the pages, and when she fired, she used the same motion that Ricken used when casting his spells. The orb struck true at an accuracy that would have impressed Prince Takumi, locking itself into the stone with a brilliant flash. Robyn shielded her eyes, and when she squinted, she could make out a dark shake standing imposingly in front of her.

“Of all the places..!” an exasperated voice hissed, then the black and gold armored man turned and fixed her with a furious glare through dark red and amber eyes.

“You!” he spat, raising his tome. “What is the meaning of this?!”

”I mean you no harm.” Robyn responded calmly, approaching him cautiously. “I summoned you here because we’re in the middle of a great war. We need your help.”

The man scowled, and if he’d take the nasty look off his face, Robyn imagined he’d look quite handsome.

“What, is your kingdom so incompetent that you can’t fight your own battles?”

”Our enemy kingdom, Embla, attacks kingdoms from other worlds and forces them to fight for them, including yours. At least here our soldiers are here because they chose to fight. It’s not our incompetence that makes us summon other heroes, but basic strategy. Our summons protect both our kingdom and there’s.” Robyn countered, knocking the scowl off his face momentarily.

“I.. suppose I can’t argue with that.” he concluded. “Consider me your ally for the time being. I am Leo, second prince of Nohr. I have some questions for you though.”

Nohr.. that’s the kingdom that fought Takumi’s kingdom! The same as Laslow, Niles, Jakob, Flora, and Felicia! I wonder if they know each other..? Robyn thought as he peppered her with questions, something she was quite used to from new heroes.

The white walls of the Askrian castle towered over them. While previously intimidating, the castle walls now felt welcoming now, and as they approached, the door opened. Robyn’s heart rose when a familiar figure with long silver hair stepped out, Fujin Yumi in hand. But to her surprise, his eyes narrowed coldly.

”You!” he hissed, eyes fixed on Leo.

“Yes, me.” Leo growled disdainfully. “I didn’t know Askr had pathetic Hoshidan princes in their ranks.”

”And I didn’t know Askr was capable of summoning arrogant jerks like yourself!” Takumi shot back.

The princes stared daggers at each other until Robyn was sure she could see sparks flying, Leo’s tone dropping dangerously.

“As if someone as weak minded and incompetent as you could even be of any use to this army-“

”Don’t ever speak to him like that!”

Both men turned in surprise to when Robyn spoke up, her voice shaking with barely suppressed rage as she marched over and put her arm around the Hoshidan prince, the surprise silencing him.

“I don’t know why you got the impression that you could come in here and disrespect Askr’s best archer, but if you think I’m going to stand by and put up with that, you’re sourly mistaken. This is an army and a team, so act like it! We’re not going to defeat Embla if we can’t put our petty squabbles to rest! You’re a prince representing your kingdom, not a child!”

The anger in Takumi’s eyes had softened when she had put her arm around him, and even Leo backed off, grumbling

“I’m going to find this.. “Commander Anna” and “Prince Alfonse” myself!”

He stalked inside, the doors slamming behind him.

“Hey uh..”

Robyn started as Takumi hesitantly spoke up, pausing for a moment before finally blurting out.

“Thanks for uh.. for having my back.” he mumbled. “No one’s ever stood up for me like that. So.. thank you. If him or anyone ever gives you trouble, then I’ll.. do the same.”

”That’s right.” Robyn agreed softly. “We’ll look after each other.” Her eyes stole to the outfit he was wearing. “Is that new? It looks really nice on you!”

”Y-yeah.. my usual kimono is still being repaired. So I’m wearing this for now.”

”It suits you. I like the dark colors..”

The small flush that appeared on the prince’s face made her heart quicken as Takumi cleared his throat quickly.

“R-right.. I’m going to head for the archery range-“

”The queen is here!”

The sudden call made the pair’s heads snapped up to see a blond haired woman with a massive cape approaching the castle, flanked my a handful of knights. Robyn exchanged a surprised glance with Takumi. While they’d heard about Henriette, they hadn’t expected her to just show up at the castle. Rapid footsteps sounded behind them as Alfonse and Sharena hurried out to greet her.

“Mother, it’s so good to see you!” Sharena cried, dashing over and throwing her arms around her neck.

As Henriette laughed softly and returned the embrace, Alfonse’s eyebrows were knotting in concern.

“What brings you here, Mother?”

”Oh, what a lovely castle full of heroes you have!” she exclaimed in admiration before her eyes turned serious. “I came because I need you both to come with me back home. Your father wishes to speak with you.”

”I thought Alfonse and his father weren’t on speaking terms.” Robyn whispered to Takumi, who nodded in agreement.

“..Something’s happened.” he observed, frowning deeply as Henriette insisted, and they gathered up a group of soldiers and set out.

The trio was happily catching up as they walked, not seeming to share the same strained relationship they shared with their father, when a loud rustling stopped them in their tracks. A large group of soldiers bearing the Emblian crest stepped seemingly out of thin air, surrounding them.

”Gods.. an invasion? But the scouts didn’t report anything!” Chrom exclaimed.

Niles’s face was devoid of its usual smirk, his lips pressed into a thin line as he hopped down beside them.

“You’re not gonna believe this.. but these guys just showed up out of thin air. Something’s wrong.”

”What?!” Takumi exclaimed, tightening his grip on his bow. “T-that’s impossible!”

”..It’s very possible.” a voice interrupted, the group of soldiers parting to reveal a masked man with dark blue hair.

His armor was silver and black, matching the sword that rested at his hip, the armor on his torso emitting an eerie glow. It was indeed their first meeting and yet..

Why does he feel so.. familiar? Robyn frowned.

“Who are you?” Alfonse demanded.

“..My name is Lif.” the man regarded them coldly. “I’m here to destroy this world. Nothing more.”

”Yo Masky, that’s a little messed up don’t’cha think?”

The group turned to look at Gaius, who didn’t look afraid, just annoyed.

”I wouldn’t speak so casually to me. After this fight, you’ll be trembling before my blade.” Lif retorted, but the thief simply smirked a bit, unfazed.

“Look, I get it. The world’s sour sometimes. But that doesn’t mean you get to destroy it just because you can’t get the stick out of your arse. Get a clue buddy, or I’m gonna come rip it out myself.”

”I’ll help rip it out.” Niles snickered, earning a collective groan from the group.

Rage sparked in Lif’s gaze, but he didn’t respond with words, but with actions as he raised his sword and the clearing exploded into battle.

”Stay behind me.” Takumi ordered, stepping in front of Robyn and firing an arrow.

But to their astonishment, there was no blood when the arrow struck the soldier’s chest.

Instead, they slumped to the ground, their shape slowly blurring until nothing remained.

“W-what?!” Takumi stammered in surprise, hazel eyes widening.

Similar shouts of surprise sounded from the other heroes when their attackers simply vanished upon defeat.

“What is going on?!” Sharena yelped. “Is this some kind of sick magic trick from Embla’s mages?!”

”..I’m afraid it’s much worse than that.” Henriette responded, her expression grave as Alfonse managed to strike Lif down, and he too vanished.

The army quickly regrouped around the queen, waiting to hear her explanation.

”Unfortunately those soldiers are not from Embla, but from a place called Hel.” she explained solemnly.

“Hey, that’s where Niles is from!” Henry joked, earning an eye roll from the thief.

”Speak for yourself, Mr. I Wanna Die A Horrible Bloody Death. Sometimes, I wonder what else you do with those crows..”

”Be quiet and let her explain.” Jakob snapped as he fixed the pair with a freezing glare as Henriette resumed her explanation.

”Those soldiers you were fighting were already dead.” she explained sadly. “Emblian soldiers who fell in battle now fight for the realm of the dead. Those who pass on either go to a joyful place or descend to a realm of unending darkness known as Hel.”

The more she explained, the more petrified poor Ricken was looking as the mage squeaked out

“S-so like.. ghosts?”

“Scared?” Leo taunted, a faint smirk on his face.“I for one, happen to like the dark.”

”So go back there then, Nerd.” Gaius retorted, causing the Nohrian prince to bristle, and even Takumi started to chuckle. “No one wants to put up with a stuck up jerk like you anyways.”

”That’s quite enough!” Alfonse snapped. “We’re supposed to be displaying a united front, not showing everyone how we fight amongst ourselves!”

They set off again, but Robyn noticed that Takumi was frowning deeply.

“Something wrong?” she asked him quietly.

“Nothing it’s just..” Another pause. “I swear I’ve read that hand before. In a book about Aske’s history. It.. it said Lif was the first king of Askr.”

Alfonse, who had been walking a few paces ahead, turned to nod in agreement.

”He formed a pact with the Divine Dragon Askr so he could open gates to other realms.”

Takumi’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully, but there wasn’t much time to ponder as a woman with a torn, cream colored cape and red and black armor abruptly appeared in front of them.

“I am Thrasir, general of the realm of the dead.” she greeted coldly. “Also known as the Omnicidal Witch, here to kill you all.”

”Well you certainly don’t waste any time, do you?” Niles sneered. “I know you’re excited to get down and dirty, but you need consent for that.”

”..You’ll be the first to die.” Thrasir growled, then charged.

With Robyn’s battle tactics and the strength of the heroes, the battle was as quick as the last, the other soldiers vanishing.

“Thrasir.. that was Embla’s first emperor wasn’t it?” Robyn mused, and Takumi nodded.

“A witch so powerful she could destroy an entire realm.. we’re dealing with something serious here.”

”Incoming foe approaching from the skies!” Caledori called from atop her pegasus.

“Ooo.. a woman.” Niles hummed with a smirk, reminding them all of a certain incident in Muspell.

It was indeed a woman with long, dark silver hair and a black and white dress, riding atop a dark feathered pegasus. Her eyes were devoid of the coldness that their other enemies had carried, and were instead full of..

”Her eyes hold such deep sorrow..” Robyn murmured, Takumi’s eyes narrowing as she landed amongst the other forces of the dead.

“I am Eir.. princess of the realm of the dead. Let us fight.” she said flatly.

“You couldn’t sound less enthusiastic if you tried.” Niles cut in with a smirk. “Is it because I’m so handsome? We could go have some fun instead of you wanna ditch the fighting. It could be one on one of you know what I mean~”

Eir seemed completely unfazed by the comment and instead raised her hand in a signal. As Robyn shouted out orders to the heroes, she noticed how hesitant Eir’s attacks were, even in battle, and she found herself frowning.

Surely a princess of the realm of the dead would be eager to kill us.. right..?

She could only watch in disbelief as Caledori knocked her off her mount with a well-aimed sweep of her lance. With the pained expression still on her face, the princess closed her eyes and mumbled

“..Okay. You can kill me now.”

Alfonse and the others all exchanged reluctant glances while Ricken whispered

“She isn’t even acting like a threat.. if we kill her, we might as well be murderers.”

Alfonse, overhearing, nodded and lowered his blade.

“We have no intention of killing you. But we do have some questions for you, so we will be taking you prisoner.”

The princess nodded, accepting her fate without complaint.

“We’re doing to need to keep a close eye on her..” Takumi murmured, and Robyn shared his unease as she forced the memory of Takumi lying lifelessly in her arms out of her mind.

I won’t lose Takumi again! Not like that! she thought determinedly.

A young woman sat at a table, her tied up brown hair falling down her back as the creature behind her combed through her hair with bony fingers. The woman’s closed eyelids quivered in disgust, but she was unable to flinch away, no matter how much she wanted to.

”You did well to remove that pesky barrier.” she cooed. “Now my forces are free to invade as they please. Soon.. all the living will be under my reign. You should be grateful. You’ll be reunited with your son again.”

The woman stiffened at her words, her eyes flying open in horror.

“No.. please.. spare my son!”

”Your son would have joined us already if that wretched girl hadn’t interfered with my plans!” the creature snarled, grasping the woman by the throat in a fit of rage.

A strangled cry escaped the woman’s lips as she struggled desperately to draw in air, her eyes wordlessly pleading with the cold eyed creature as she dragged the woman upright out of the chair.

”Oh.. but I suppose I should reward you for your usefulness.. shouldn’t I?”

She flung the woman to the ground, the sound of gasping and coughing filling the air as the brown haired woman clutched at her neck.

“Very well.. I’ll let your son live a little longer. Instead..”

The bony finger lifted up her chin, forcing the tear filled brown orbs to meet her own as she pressed her lips to her ear and hissed

“You can kill the Summoner..”

”The tomb’s just up ahead.” Niles reported, his expression grim.

They’d just gotten back from meeting Alfonse’s father and were now on their way to Hel’s tomb.

“Problem is, there’s thousands of troops there.” Gaius chimed in. “And it looks like they’re heading for a town just south of here.”

”What is everyone’s obsession with attacking our towns? They aren’t even a threat to them!” Ricken exclaimed in exasperation.

Robyn shared the sentiment. It was hard to stomach the fact that there were beings out there who would happily hurt innocents without a single trace of remorse. She noticed Eir was lingering close to her the whole time they walked, and when some of the soldiers walked on ahead, she stepped closer to murmur.

“Who.. are you?” she asked quietly.

“That’s none of your concern!” Takumi snapped, stepping protectively in front of her.

The princess of the dead’s eyes were not hostile, but oddly pained as she whispered

“Alfonse and Sharena feel so familiar to me.. But not you. I-I’m sorry.. I will not trouble you further. Pardon me..”

While they’d been talking to Eir, Alfonse, Sharena, and Anna had been discussing what to do in regards to the group of soldiers.

“If we try to fight them, that’s straight suicide!” Ricken was protesting.

“B-but we can’t abandon our townspeople either..” Sharena mumbled.

“Father’s knights will be here soon..” Alfonse mused. “We could bait them for a bit until they get here.”

”Sounds dangerous and bloody! Let’s do it!” Henry cheered, earning some.. questionable glances from the rest of the group.

The heroes gathered around Robyn as she drew a quick map in the dirt with a stick.

“Takumi, I’m going to have you focus on their mages while Ricken-“

”Uhh.. hoodie? Sorry to interrupt and all but I don’t suppose you’ve got a magical plan if they happen to surround us, do ya? Cause they’re kinda doin’ that.” Gaius cut in.

“How did they do that so fast?! We hardly took our eyes off them!” Jakob exclaimed.

“Beats me!” Henry replied way too cheerfully. “I don’t speak ghost, only crow! Oh, also I think we’re trapped”

”We’re well aware!” Chrom and Alfonse yelled at the same time.

“Everyone, form a circle!” Robyn ordered sharply. “Close range weapon users up front while distance attackers behind them. Flora and Felicia, use your icy winds to negate their spells and arrows. Fliers, work with the mages and archers to keep the skies clear. Lissa and Jakob, use healing staves as needed!”

The heroes quickly headed her commands. Despite being horribly outnumbered, the plan would buy them time. With distance attacks negated, the only alternatives would be to attack the Askrian soldiers at close quarters, and none of the Embla soldiers seemed to want to come into range of the Order of Heroes’s furious defense. As the battle raged on, Robyn felt the strange tingling in her veins again, followed by the powerful urge to sing. It was the very same feeling she’d felt when she brought Takumi back to life.

What’s wrong with me..?

A war cry interrupted her thoughts, and relief dazzled in Alfonse’s eyes as Gustav and his knights joined the fray. The tides quickly turned and Thrasir called her troops to retreat.

“Thank you, Father! I thought we were dead for sure!” Sharena gasped.

Gustav gave her a disapproving glare, freezing the cheerful smile on her face as he turned to Alfonse.

“That was foolish and reckless, son!” he spat. “A king’s duty is to his people, it’s not playing war on the battlefield! You are heir to the throne, and if something happens to me, you are to take my place! Do you even have what it takes to be king?!”

”N-no Father..” Alfonse stammered. “There is still much I have to learn from you. I am not yet ready to be king.”

As the pair conversed, Robyn felt Takumi tense up beside her, and glanced over to see him gripping his Fujin Yumi tightly, his hazel eyes narrowed in cold fury. He jumped when Robyn slipped her hand into his, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

“What’s wrong?” she whispered, feeling the Hoshidan’s hand relax in her’s.

“I just can’t stand how he talks to his own son!” Takumi muttered back. “Sumeragi praised Ryoma and I for wanting to protect our country! I could never stand idle if Hoshido was in danger!”

”Neither would I.” Robyn agreed quietly.

The way Gustav spoke to his children made her heart crack.

“If I had children.. I’d cherish them and treat them with love.” she murmured.

Something in Takumi’s gaze shifted, and a tenderness entered them as his gaze met her’s, making her heart flutter as Gustav called the troops together to head back to Askr.

“We’ll attack Hel tomorrow.” he declared. “We’ll force them back into the realm of the dead so we can get the barrier back up. Under no circumstance is anyone to approach Hel directly.”

A chorus of agreement rose from the group, and Takumi gave her one last soft look, squeezing her hand gently before letting go and making their way back home.

Takumi slowly made his way down the candlelit hall, his hand brushing gently against the wall. He was so sure he’d been sleeping in his bed moments ago, so how did he find himself in the halls of the Askrian castle at this hour?

Maybe.. I was sleep walking?

Something was beckoning him, a strange tugging warmth urging him to the ballroom. A voice, gentle and beautiful drifted from the closed doors.

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“Dancing bears,

Painted wings..

Things I almost remember..”

Its Robyn! Takumi’s heart skipped a beat at the realization. She’s singing..

”And a song.. someone sings..

Once Upon a December..”

Takumi gently opened the ballroom door. The sound of Robyn’s song was intoxicating. He needed to hear more. To be closer to it. Robyn was just ahead, her back to him as she stood in the middle of the ball room, singing to herself.

“Someone holds me safe and warm..

Horses prance through a silver storm!

Figures dancing gracefully,

Across my memory!”

The glow of the azalea flowers in her hair, the burning candles on the walls, and the streaks of moonlight only made Robyn look more ethereal as she began to replicate a slow, romantic dance in that very room. A dance made for two..

There were no words as she began to harmonize, spinning around the room as beads of silver light rose around her like fireflies, each beacon of light a faithful witness to the spectacle in front of him. Takumi felt his heart flutter as she turned towards them and their eyes met. There was no anger in her gaze that he’d been basically spying on her, only a serene calm as she beckoned him forward, her hand out stretched.

Spellbound, the Hoshidan prince took it, Robyn’s melody filling the room as they began to dance. As they spun elegantly across the dance floor, Takumi found that while he’s never danced like this with someone before, he felt he knew the dance by heart. The moon, the candles, and Robyn’s azaleas were the only guiding light they needed. The prince looked deeply into Robyn’s violet gaze as she continued to harmonize, and their dance became more intimately romantic as she sang.

“Someone holds me, safe and warm..

Horses prance through a silver storm

Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory!”

He could feel her long pink hair brushing against his face, her sweet floral scent wreathing around him, reminding him of the same flowers Robyn had revived the first time he’d heard her sing. The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them as they enjoyed their enchanting ballroom dance under the blanket of moonlight as the silver beads of light grew brighter and brighter.

“Far away,

Long ago!

Glowing dim as an ember..”

Round and round they spun, the throbbing emotions in her song leaving Takumi breathless, her gaze never leaving his as the silver beads fixed themselves upon her lovely pale skin, forming a breathtakingly beautiful silver gown that shimmered brightly even in the gloom.

”Things my heart,

Used to know!

Things it yearns to remember..”

The music, the atmosphere, and Robyn’s voice were unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. There were a million questions filling his mind that he could have asked her in this moment, but his body was responding against his control as if by instinct as he moved effortlessly to her rhythm. Nothing else mattered but this moment, right here, right now. Their dance began to slow to a halt as Robyn’s hand caressed Takumi’s face gently, the last notes coming out as almost a whisper as she rested her forehead against his.

“And a song.. someone sings..

Once Upon a December..”

Takumi closed his eyes, leaning into her touch as the last notes rang out, then slowly ended. His eyes slowly fluttered open to meet hers. Robyn’s eyes were so gentle and serene as she gazed back at him calmly, her beautiful hair shimmering gently as her flowers were lit by the faint lights, making her look like a goddess. Her hand lingered on his face, the soft touch sending butterflies erupting in his stomach.

“Robyn..” Takumi breathed out in a passionate whisper through half-lidded eyes.

He began to draw her closer, neither seeming unable to resist. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he needed it now. But just as his lips began to slowly brush against Robyn’s, Takumi’s eyes flew open and he sat up in his bed with a gasp.

A dream..?

Takumi’s heart was pounding, and his face felt hot, his lips still tingling as he traced them lightly with his fingertips as the realization of what they’d nearly done in the dream hitting him like a wave. And yet the desire to still kiss Robyn burned so strongly, Takumi was left panting softly as he took a moment to collect himself and catch his breath.

The song, the dance, that silver dress and..

Takumi touched his lips briefly again, his mind racing. He had the strange feeling that the dream had meant something terribly important, but what could it have possibly meant?

”Mother’s goal is to destroy all of Askr.. Alfonse will be the first to die..” Eir mumbled in a shaky whisper as they walked.

Robyn and Takumi both swapped puzzled looks through narrowed eyes, suspicion distracting her from the prince’s odd behavior that morning. He’d been stealing glances at her all morning when he thought she wasn’t looking, and when their eyes did meet, his face seemed just a little bit flushed. A sudden fog rose around them, and Alfonse called

“They’re here!”

Unable to see where she was going, Robyn searched for Takumi, unable to locate him as confusion filled her.

Where is everyone..?

”..I’m so glad you came..”

Robyn whipped around to see a woman with long tied up brown hair and a familiar yellow sun tiara.

She’s Hoshidan! Robyn realized with a jolt.

That was the very same crown that Takumi had put on his fan. The golden white and blue robes carried an air of familiarity.

No.. surely Hel wouldn’t be so cruel?

”..M-Mikoto?” she tried hesitantly, and the woman’s eyes widened.

”Takumi.. told you about me?”

A small smile graced Robyn’s lips. Never in her life did she expect to be face to face with Takumi’s late mother.

“He speaks highly of you all the time.” she replied softly.

For some reason, pain flashed in her gaze.

“Why don’t you come see him?” she pressed. “He still has bad dreams about your death-“

”I-I’m so sorry..” Mikoto whispered, and Robyn’s unease only grew when she saw her hands were trembling, gripping her bow tightly. “Just know this pains me more than you could ever know. When I died, you became Takumi’s source of comfort. This is a terrible way to repay you..”

No..

Robyn’s heart sank as Mikoto shakily lifted the bow and pointed it at her.

“Hel’s controlling you.. isn’t she?” Robyn murmured.

“I’m sorry.. I can’t fight her will.. She wants me to kill you so.. I have to..”

Robyn’s hand trembled as it as it rested on her rapier, concealed at her hip. All she had to do was draw her blade and strike her down. But her hand refused to move any further. She could not bring herself to harm Takumi’s mother as memories of the night she’d found him crying in the hallway flashed away though her mind. He’d cried so bitterly that night. Robyn refused to break Takumi’s heart like that for a second time, even if it meant forfeiting her own life.

I’m sorry Takumi.. I love you. Please be safe without me.. she thought, shutting her eyes tightly.

There was a sudden rush of air as something flew past her, and her eyes flew open when she heard Mikoto utter a strangled gasp. A shimmering teal arrow was embedded in her stomach, staining her tunic scarlet as the yumi fell from her hands. There was only one person that arrow could belong to. Robyn turned quickly to see Takumi standing behind her, Fujin Yumi raised, his face cast in shadow.

Why.. why did you have to come save me..? Why did it have to be you?!

This was too cruel. Any one in the army, even Niles would have been a better choice than Mikoto’s own son.

“M-mother..”

The name came out as a whimper as Mikoto crumpled to the ground.

“T..aku..mi.. is it really you?” she asked feebly. “Come.. closer.. my son..”

Her hand reached involuntarily for the yumi again, but she was too weak. And Robyn realized with a jolt that Takumi had dealt his mother a fatal blow.

Hesitantly, the prince made his way over slowly, Robyn following until they at last reached her, Takumi collapsing to his knees by his mother’s side. He cradled her head gently in his lap, his hand reaching to grasp her hand softly. The prince’s shoulders shook as the tears fell, his hazel eyes full of shame.

“M-mother I-I..”

”It’s.. okay.” Mikoto panted. “Hel was.. controlling me. I had no choice.. but to obey. I.. only wish.. we could have met again under different circumstances. But still.. I’m so happy to see you again.. so proud of who you’ve become..”

”I’m.. happy to see you too..” Takumi managed to say. “I’m sorry I failed to protect you..”

Mikoto gave a small shake of her head as her brown gaze met her son’s glistening hazel ones.

“My sweet precious son.. it was never your fault. My death was inevitable. There was nothing you could have done.”

Her chest heaved as she fought for breath.

“Save your strength..” he pleaded softly, but she shook her head again.

“Listen.. carefully Takumi.. Forces of the dead cannot die. Hel will use me over and over-“

”No!”

The words came tumbling out in between sobs.

“I-I won’t kill you again! There has to be another way!”

Robyn’s heart felt like it was cracking more and more with each tear that fell as Takumi turned a desperate gaze towards her.

“Please.. please sing!” he begged. “Free her from Hel. D-don’t let her suffer like this..”

Reaching out to give Takumi’s free hand a gentle squeeze, Robyn nodded. The dragon necklace around her neck began to emit a soft blue light as Robyn’s voice filled the air, the lyrics coming to mind naturally as she poured out all her emotions.

“Far away,

Long ago!

Glowing dim as an ember..”

”Mm..”

A look of tranquility crossed Mikoto’s face as the light began to seep into her skin.

“Things my heart used to know..

Things it yearns to remember..” Robyn sang as a long sigh escaped his mother’s lips.

“Thank you.. You’ve freed me from Hel’s curse. I can pass on to more peaceful places now..”

She began to dissolve into specks of light, a serene look on her face as she looked at Takumi’s anguished face one last time.

“I’ll be watching over you, my sweet beloved son.” she murmured, her gaze flitting to Robyn. “Take care of my son for me.”

“I will.” Robyn promised fervently as Mikoto burst into fragments of light that descended into the skies.

“Please don’t go!” Takumi cried, reaching out for the lights in one last attempt to hold his mother for just a little longer.

The grief stricken wail that tore from his throat as the last of the light faded broke her. Robyn’s arms encircled the prince gently as she slowly turned him to face her.

“That’s enough.. Time to rest.” she soothed, drawing him close.

Takumi embraced her tightly, burying his face into her chest as sobs wracked his body.

“It’s okay.. let it all out.” Robyn whispered, rubbing his back in long, comforting strokes as she cradled him against her, letting him cry.

Letting him feel. Letting him hurt without fear of judgment, until at last the tears slowed.

”T-thank you.. for freeing her.” he managed in a shaky whisper as Robyn nestled his head against her shoulder.

She pressed a gentle kiss to Takumi’s forehead, saying more than words ever could as he slowly relaxed against her, closing his eyes. She rested her cheek on top of his head as he snuggled closer to her, seeking comfort from her warmth. They stayed like that for a long while.

Note from the Authoress:

So I know I had a surprise for this chapter originally, but after thinking over what I want to do with the next chapters, it made more sense to wait a bit for said surprise. Updates will be back on schedule for every other Sunday, and next chapter’s going to be extra long with an extra big reveal, so stay tuned for that!!

~Robyn

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Killing Me Softly With His Song

Pairing: Yandere!Idol!Jimin x Fem!Fan!Reader

Genre: Yandere AU, Idol AU, Supernatural (?) AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: You’re at his concert. You’re at his concert, and he’s singing to you. Yes, you. As in you, Y/n. And he wants you, Y/n. Trust me, he wants you. Maybe not, but maybe yes. Maybe. But won’t you just take his hand, Y/n? He’s calling for you, Y/n. Won’t you be his?

Content & Warnings: Fem reader, yandere themes, implied supernatural stuff, some sort of brainwashing maybe? Violence against women. Kinda victim blaming, but not really. It becomes kinda meta half-way through, be warned.

Author’s Note: Inspired by the song Killing Me Softly With His Song by Lori Lieberman. I highly suggest you open the link and listen to it while reading. This was also inspired by my inability to just study when I should be lol. It gets kind of meta near the end, I’m sorry if that is uncomfortable for you. Oh and also this is unedited, since this was another spur of the moment drabble. Anywho, Imma stop talking now. Enjoy! 💕💕

You stood in the crowd, swaying softly as Jimin’s words washed over your body. Though his notes were sweet, his melody causing you to unwillingly oscillate with every beat, his eyes half-closed as he sang his truth into the teeming crowds that filled the venue, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling that filled your stomach.

The song he was singing was one that you had never heard before, one that he said was new and meant for a special someone in the crowd. Everyone had cheered, his obvious flirting with his fans, not something new or unexpected from him. But when he’d started to sing, he didn’t sing a love song like you expected, or a song thanking his fans for their support and love.

Instead he sang about you.

Well, not you specifically. Again, he had said ‘someone special,’ not you in particular. However each word that he sang, each sentence he strung together with his angelic voice dug deep into your soul. Loneliness, unease, and pain. He sang everything—everything—that you’d gone through in life. Every phrase, every verse, every syllable seemed to be taken right out of the book that was your life.

But this wasn’t meant for you.

He had said it was meant for someone, but that was meaningless flirting. A quick quip to entertain ARMY, he wasn’t telling the truth. A white lie to make each of the thousands of hearts in the stadium flutter.

Besides, even if it was for someone, one thing was sure: it wasn’t you.

You didn’t know the man who was twirling on stage, in the middle of this new performance. Yes you knew his name, his likes, his dislikes, and who knows what else from the countless interviews, shows, and videos you’ve seen of him. But he was still a stranger. You didn’t know him, not really. You knew of him just as he knew of you. A face in the crowd. One that he loved in theory, but not in practice. He loved his fans, and you were one of those fans, but that did not mean that he loved you.

He loved the people who loved him. He loved them as a group, he did not love the individuals.

But then why, pray tell, was he singing of you? Why had his eyes during the chorus of the song locked with yours? Why wasn’t he dancing anymore? Why was he peering down at you through his lidded eyes, thick eyelashes hiding his irises from sight? Why was he saying your name?

The sound of your name passing through his lips should have startled you, stopped you in your swaying, made your breath catch.

But it didn’t.

He had said your name, but you didn’t care. Not when he was looking at you like an incubus looking at its next meal. Not even heaven could blame you for not looking away, for fearing the fact that he knew your name—a stranger to him—as he watched you closely. Not even the purest soul would be safe from him and his suave theatrics.

He wasn’t breaking eye contact, he sang directly into the microphone, while he directed his words right into your heart. If you were in a proper state, you would have noticed how the crowd wasn’t looking where you were looking. They weren’t looking at the Jimin that you couldn’t draw your attention away from, for the Jimin they saw was not on your side of the stage. Their Jimin wasn’t serenading you with sweet melodies that sang your name. Their Jimin was doing what he should be doing. He was singing and dancing alongside his bandmates to an upbeat new song about their love for their fans.

So what was he doing here? What was your Jimin doing here with you? Serenading you with a song slow and sweet with your aches and sorrows, when everyone heard an upbeat song? Why was he promising you a future where you were safe—safe with him? Why was his hand reaching out for you?

Who was the man making promises that you knew from the bottom of your heart he would keep?

Well, the answer is simple isn’t it? He’s your Jimin.

Yours.

The one meant for you.

The one who knows your deepest secrets as if he’s been shadowing you as you circumnavigated all the hurdles throughout your life. The one who knows your deepest desires, all of them; the pure, the sinful, and the ones that just are.

He knows you, and he wants you. You’re not strangers, Y/n. He knows you, and you know him don’t you? You know the twinkle in his eyes that could be mistaken for malicious, but you know are filled with love. Don’t you? Your hand that had drifted to his on its own knows him too, right? That’s why it went for him, why it recognized him. You know that don’t you? You know the hand that now grips yours. You know the softness, don’t you? The fingers gripping into your complacent ones, as he pulled you effortlessly with one hand up over the barricade and into his arms, you know them, right?

You know the voice that spoke now only to you, his microphone long gone from his grip, right Y/n? The one that now claims you as his.

You know him right? You know the man in front of you, right?

Of course you did.

What a foolish question I asked you, right, Y/n?

Of course you know the idol that stood in front of you. You know him, of course you know him, he reassured you.

Reassured? Why was he reassuring you?

Well, Y/n, why shouldn’t he? Do you really know him? Who are you to him, Y/n? Why is he saying your name? Y/n, look away from his eyes. Y/n, please, this is your last chance before you’re stuck forever. Y/n, are you listening?

Oh. You’re kissing him. You’re kissing the wicked man. Why would you listen to me when I’m just drawing your attention from the devilish man in front of you. He was always a charmer, preying on the helpless women that came to his concerts seeking comfort. I’m never able to save them, am I?

Sigh.

Y/n, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I tried to talk some sense into you.

You can’t say that I didn’t.

Don’t say I didn’t try to show you what was happening around you.

Don’t call for me when he won’t let you go.

Don’t cry for me when you realize you’re one of the many.

I tried to tell you.

But you didn’t listen.

You were too caught up in eye-fucking the vile man.

The man who never keeps his empty promises.

I tried to tell you who he really was when his mortal form was burned away.

You didn’t listen.

Though I can’t blame you, can I, Y/n?

You’re just like the others.

Sweet,

Innocent,

Hopeful.

Just one of the many.

I can’t blame you, just like I can’t blame them.

You are just the same.

You all are just the same.

Hopeful.

It’s been the fatal flaw for all of you.

Too hopeful.

You are the same, Y/n.

Just like the others.

And I’m never able to save any of you.

Save you from him.

And for that:

I’m sorry.

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Author’s Note: I hope you liked it! I know it’s kinda out there and I’m (the narrator) practically speaking directly to you in the end, but I just wrote what came to mind lol. Let me know if you liked it! Okay and I should get back to studying now. 💕💕💕

Oh and also if you didn’t really get what Jimin was, I imagined that he actually was an incubus.

#yandere jimin #yandere park jimin #yandere bts #yandere jimin x reader #jimin x reader #jimin fanfic #yandere jimin fanfic #yandere park jimin x reader #yandere bts x reader #yandere bts drabble #Ev's writing #Ev's chim fic #fic: killing me softly with his song

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imaginedisish · 3 years

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She’s My Collar (Robert Pattinson x Reader)

A/N: I am so so sorry for the long wait guys! This was a really tough week for me! I hope you’re all doing well, and I really hope you guys enjoy this!! Someone requested some blonde Robert smut, and so here it is! Enjoy ahhh!!! (also, y/f/n is your friend’s name)

P.S, this story marks 100,000 words written for this blog...that’s all :))

Summary: You and Rob are friends with benefits, but after saving you on a horrendous night out with your friend, you find that your relationship means more than just that.

Warnings: So, this is serious, but there is some sexual harassment/assault in here. It’s brief and not graphic or anything like that, but I wanted to write the scene in to demonstrate how fucked up it is, regardless of the setting and regardless of what someone is wearing, as well as how important awareness is. No means no, thank you!

Other warnings: Smut!!!!! Smut smut smut!! Cursing, stuff like that, brief violence/mention of blood.

Word Count: 4,203

“Oh come on, what do you mean you aren’t going to come?” Your friend shouts from the other side of the room, waving her mascara wand around violently. She points the wand towards you. “You told me you were going to come, no matter what.” Her voice is accusatory and she gives you a look.

A look you knew far too well.

She disappears into the bathroom to continue getting ready. You let yourself fall back onto the olive green leather couch behind you. Your head gently hits the wall and you glance up to the ceiling in an attempt to evade your friend’s question. She already knows why you aren’t joining her on her clubbing escapades this evening, but you don’t want to admit it.

A deep breath escapes your lips and you shake your head. “No reason in particular,” You utter quietly, hoping she can’t hear you over the music playing in the background. You look down at your phone, waiting for a ding or a text from the man you were waiting to hear from.

If I could take her down and run, then I'd call her

'Cause she's standing drama, she know I'll call her

She's getting on the sun and then she ordered

Imagine me, imagine me now (she's my collar)

“No reason, huh?” She yells over the music. “Perfect, then you can keep your promise.”

You roll your eyes and look up from the screen. “No reason that you need to know,” You yell back, pushing yourself up off the couch. “And I don’t recall promising you anything,” You say sardonically as you walk towards the bed on the other side of the room. You grab the short, blue dress you had brought with you just in case you were going to join her off of the covers.

Your friend pops out of the bathroom just as you start heading towards the bedroom door. “Oh come on! This just isn’t fair.” She’s very clearly annoyed, and she should be.

You were planning on ditching her the second Rob texted you that he wanted to hang out.

About a year ago, you had met Rob after your set at Glastonbury. You and your band got off stage and he was there, waiting for you.

“That was amazing!” He shouts over the crowd still roaring behind you. He places a hand on your shoulder. Your heart flutters in your chest. “Really, you’re incredible.” He lets go, but the warmth of his touch lingers on your exposed skin.

You blush a bit. “Thank you so much,” You say, smiling widely. You had obviously met other celebrities before. After all, you had won a grammy, played hundreds of concerts, and yet, something about this felt different.

Rob smiles back, chuckling lightly.“I can’t help but feel a little star struck right now, with (Y/N) (Y/L/N) standing in front of me,” He jokes, nudging your right arm with his elbow ever so slightly.

“The feeling is mutual,” You say shyly. You genuinely were a bit star struck, despite having just played the closing set at Glastonbury.

He shouts something again, but you can barely make out what he’s saying. You grab his arm and pull him into the small dressing room directly next to you. The sound of the crowd dissipates a bit, and Rob begins to speak again.

“So how long are you in England for?” Rob asks. You look down and realize you hadn’t let go of his arm yet. You quickly pull away as heat rises to your cheeks.

“We’ll be here for the next week,” You start. “Tomorrow night we’re leaving for London to play the O2.”

Rob nods, his smile not leaving his face. “Well then, if you’re staying in the Somerset area tonight, maybe we could go grab drinks or something?” Your heart beats rapidly out of your chest.

“Th-that sounds great,” You stutter, embarrassed that you could barely get a sentence out.

Ever since then, you and Rob had been seeing each other casually. There wasn’t a label or anything like that, but that wasn’t a problem for you. He was exciting, if not intoxicating, to be around. You were addicted to him. Even the semblance of a “Maybe we could see each other tonight,” was enough to drive you mad. You would cancel plans at the drop of a hat for him because you simply couldn’t get enough, and that was the exact predicament you had found yourself in tonight.

You had been staring at your phone the entire time you were at your friend’s apartment, and intended on bailing on her the second Rob texted you to come over to his place.

But he hadn’t yet, and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Your mind often wandered in times like these. You couldn’t help but think that maybe he was with someone else. What if you weren’t the only one he was running with?

“Earth to (Y/N)!” Your friend yelled, dragging you out of your thoughts and into the real world. The annoyed look on her face sent you walking into the bathroom. You changed into the dress you had brought and pushed your hair behind your ears. The spaghetti strap, black lace lined, blue dress was short and fell to the middle of your thighs. You found yourself wondering about what Rob would do if he saw you in the dress, but you quickly shake off the idea and walk back out into the bedroom.

You roll your eyes as your friend claps at your entrance. “Are you happy now?” You ask, frustrated that this was your current situation.

“I’m beyond happy,” Your friend remarks cockily. “Are you ready to get wasted, or what?” Her voice is excited, but you could’t feel the same.

“I guess,” You respond, letting her lead the way to the door and out of the apartment. After several flights of stairs, you find yourself out on the streets of London. A black taxi cab is ready and stopped directly in front of you.

Your friend opens the door and heads inside the cab as you follow closely behind her, closing the door as you finally sit down.

“So where are we going?” You ask, hoping it’ll be somewhere low-key. You were happy the paparazzi hadn’t caught a glimpse of you leaving the apartment, and so far, you were free and clear of any fans. It was a nice change of pace, especially given that you were off doing something you weren’t the biggest fan of. You didn’t love clubbing

Your friend lets out a slightly evil chuckle. “Ministry of Sound,” She says simply, waiting for your outrage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” You say angrily. “Fucking Ministry of Sound? Do you want me to die?” Anxiety grew heavy in your stomach. You despised large crowds, especially without a security detail. You would have to work hard to go unnoticed, and it would probably be impossible to do so.

Your friend looks over to you with a certain lack of empathy in her stare. “Hey, this is completely fair,” Your friend says, rolling her eyes nonchalantly. “It’s payback for trying to blow me off to go see Rob,” She says, her eyes leaving yours as they look out the window casually, as if what she had done was not a big deal to you.

“No, it’s not fair,” You state aggressively, but she doesn’t respond.

You look down at your phone and notice a new notification.

Rob

1 New Message

You immediately unlock your phone.

“Are you busy tonight?” The message reads. Your heart flutters in your chest, the same way that it did when you had first met Rob.

Shit, You think to yourself. You look over to your friend and back down to your phone. You swallow the massive lump in your throat as your thumbs rapidly press against the bottom of the screen.

“Sort of…” You type and hit send.

Rob starts to type right away. He was usually quite good at responding quickly.

“Does that mean it’s something I can tag along to?” Rob asks. You were surprised, but pleasantly surprised at that. You and Rob were trying to keep things under wraps. Neither of you were sure how the public would react to you two essentially being friends with benefits, so this was quite the shock.

Regardless, you can’t help but smirk. “Why, would you go to Ministry of Sound just to save me from the evil clutches of (Y/F/N)?”

Within a few seconds, Rob sends another message. “Clubbing?” A few more seconds pass before he sends his next message, as if he’s trying to asses how ‘risky’ the text is.

“Are you trying to replace me?”

You knew he was joking, but you couldn’t help but wonder if there was some real jealousy there. So you type, “Come and maybe I won’t,” and press send.

“On my way.”

Your feel your cheeks flush with heat as you drop your phone into your lap.

After a few more minutes, you finally pull up to the club. Your friend hands the driver the cash for the trip, and you hop out on opposite sides of the cab.

A long line of young, skimpily dressed, bright eyed Londoners wraps around the entire building and down the street. You and your friend walk closer to the door of the club and much to your dismay, you’re instantly recognized.

Cameras begin to flash violently in your face as voices scream your name. You bypass the line as the bouncer lets you and your friend in without a single question, without any proof of ID.

The second you enter, the bass of the song that’s playing rattles your bones. The strobe lights pulse against your skin and you can feel the warmth of the crowded room fill your body. But it wasn’t a comfortable warmth, it was a sweaty, anxious kind. The kind that made you want to turn around and run for the door. Your friend immediately grabs your wrist and runs out to the dance floor, roughly pushing through the crowd to get closer to the front.

As your friend finally arrives at the spot she was hoping for, the song fades out.

“Shit, I love that song,” She curses.

The next song starts. An ever so familiar marimba chimes through the club and a small smile makes its way to your lips.

There’s an army on the dance floor,

It’s a fashion with a gun my love,

In a room without a door

A kiss is not enough.

“Love my way!” You sing out, shaking your hips side to side with your friend. “It’s a new road!” You feel your anxieties melt away as you sing the chorus, jumping up and down excitedly.

“See, it just takes the right song to get you in the mood,” You friend retorts. You roll your eyes, refusing to tell her she’s right.

She locks eyes with a woman a few feet away, and the two gravitate towards each other. Before you know it, your friend disappears, dancing off with the woman and into the crowd. This happened every time you went out with her, and you hated it. You were happy your friend was having a good time, but you hated being left alone. You take a deep breath and continue to dance, hoping that you can hold your own. The second verse of the song plays loudly, the words bouncing off the walls of the club.

A tall, brown haired-man approaches you, dancing and brushing up against you lightly.

“N-no thanks, I’m waiting for someone,” You say, stepping back a bit. He steps behind you, and seemingly disappears.

Just when you think he’s gone, you feel something brush up behind you. You turn your head and see that it’s the same man from before.

“I said no,” You say louder and more powerfully this time. The man grabs your waist and pulls you closer. You try to pull away, but he doesn’t let go. “Fuck off dude, let go of me!” You shout. The music is too loud for anyone to hear you.

“Love, when you wear something like that, you’re asking for it,” He says condescendingly, as if you’re some child who doesn’t understand the world just yet. You try to elbow him in the stomach, but the way he’s holding you doesn’t allow you to move very much.

“Fucking let go of me!” You shout louder this time. But he doesn’t move.

Suddenly, you hear a yelp, and the man crashes to the floor. The crowd parts, leaving an opening for the man. Gaped mouths and frozen dancers line the sides of the club.

“She said to fucking let go mate, so maybe you should’ve fucking let go!” A familiar voice shouts commandingly.

It was Rob. His fist was bloody, but the man on the floor’s face was bloodier. iPhone cameras begin flickering sporadically. Rob instinctively grabs your wrist and leads you to the door of the club. You rush out to the street, and Rob hails a cab. You hop in as Rob rattles off his address to the driver, and suddenly you’re on your way.

Everything had moved so quickly that the two of you had forgotten to say a single word to each other.

“Are you alright?” Rob asks, his hand was still wrapped around your wrist. He moves his fingers down to intertwine with your own.

You nod your head. “Y-yeah, I just hate clubs…” You trail off, looking out the window to see the city streets. You had coincidentally moved to London around the same time you had met Rob. You still had an apartment in New York to be able to go back to the states whenever you wanted, but there was something more interesting and beautiful about London to you.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Rob asks again, his thumb brushing lightly against the back of your hand.

“I’m good now,” You say more confidently this time. “Thank you for showing up,” You smile, giggling a little.

Rob smiles back. “Anything for you, darling,” He says softly, his hand squeezing yours lightly. He seemed to be more shaken up about the whole situation than you were. Unfortunately, this wasn’t new for you. Men were fucking scumbags at clubs, and you always mentally prepared yourself for the worst case scenario.

The cab slowly rolls to a stop, and Rob opens up his door. He hands some cash to the driver while being sure to keep his hand in yours, and leads the way out of the cab. You two walk side by side up the steps to the door of Rob’s townhouse. He unlocks the door and you two head inside.

Rob sets the keys down on the side table and steps closer towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his chest.

“I’m always here for you, you know that right?” Rob whispers. He had been this sentimental before; it wasn’t like your relationship was solely based on sex, but it still felt special to hear him say those words.

You let your head rest against him. You mumble a yes into his chest and shut your eyes. You feel safe, protected. You want to say more. You want to say much, much more. But you know you can’t. You don’t want to overwhelm your relationship with Rob with the “L” word, so you decide to keep quiet.

You take your head off of Rob’s chest and bring your lips up to his, pressing a light kiss against them. Rob kisses back hungrily. The kiss grows more intense, more passionate. He brings one hand off of your waist and up to the nape of your neck. He combs his fingers through your hair, and you hum against his lips in response. Your clit accidentally rubs against Rob’s thigh at the perfect angle, and you feel yourself starting to want more. You brush up against him, searching for some more friction.

Rob breaks the kiss and stares at you with a concerned look in his eyes. “Wait,” He says breathlessly. “Are you sure you’re okay to do this right now?” He asks.

You smile at his concern. “I’m fine, I promise. I wouldn’t have started this if I didn’t want it,” You say back.

Rob nods and presses a languid kiss against your lips. He brings his hands back to where they were before, one tangled in your hair and the other resting on the small of your back. You bring your hands up to his hair too, pulling on the blondish strands as moans find their way out of his mouth.

He slips his hand out of your hair and down your body, gliding down your sides and down to the bottom of your dress. He grabs onto the inside of your thigh, causing you to spread your legs a part for him

“Good girl,” He whispers in your ear, “Spreading your legs without me even asking you to.” He lifts your tight dress up, revealing your black panties. He begins to rub you up and down through the thin fabric, stopping finally at your clit. He lightly draws circles around your heat as a moan escapes your lips.

“R-rob,” You stutter, unable to say anything else. He adds more pressure, and begins to circle at a quicker pace.

His lips find their way to your neck, and he sucks at your exposed skin. He moves your panties to the side and his fingers immediately go back to work.

“F-fuck,” You mutter as Rob quickens his pace yet again.

Rob takes his fingers away from your clit, and his lips disconnect from your neck. You whimper at the loss of contact, and Rob grins in response.

“You didn’t think you’d get what you want that easily, did you?” Rob asserts, grabbing your wrist and leading you up the stairs to the second floor of his flat.

He bursts through his bedroom door and shuts it behind you, pushing you against it the second it closes. His lips immediately attach to your neck again, leaving rough kisses against your skin. His fingers toy at the bottom of your dress, slowly but surely lifting the fabric up. He moves his focus to the sides of your panties, pulling down slightly on them, teasing you.

“P-please R-rob,” You whisper, barely able to get a word out between your heavy breaths.

“Please what?” Rob questions. “Tell me what you want, darling,” He commands.

“T-touch me, please,” You manage to get out.

Rob chuckles, and gets down on his knees. “Good girl, telling me what you want,” He says, looking up at you as he hooks his fingers into the sides of your panties and pulls them down, throwing them to across the room once they’re off of you.

His fingers find their way back to your core as he stands back up, and he begins to tease you.

“You’re so wet for me,” Rob says. His voice is smooth yet commanding. He pushes your back against the door again as his fingers dance around your entrance. “Is this what you want?” He asks.

You take a deep breath. “Yes,” You say back.

Rob takes his fingers away and before you could complain, grabs your wrist yet again, bringing you over to the bed. He gently nudges you and you let yourself fall back onto the covers as he crawls on top of you.

“Yes what?”

“Y-yes please.”

Rob presses a kiss to your lips and inserts his two middle digits into you, causing you to cry out in response. You feel your walls flutter around his fingers as his thumb circles your clit. His fingers pump in and out of you quickly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your back arches up off of the mattress as Rob’s pace quickens. He adds more pressure against your clit, swirling around faster and faster. You shut your eyes, not realizing that Rob had begun moving down your body.

His fingers leave your clit, and are suddenly replaced by his lips.

“Holy shit,” You cry out as his tongue flicks against your clit. His fingers continue to pump in and out of you.

He sucks at your core, taking you into his mouth. “You taste so good,” Rob mumbles against you, the vibrations of his words pulsing against your heat.

Your walls tighten around his fingers as you feel yourself growing closer to finishing.

“Rob I’m s-so close,” You say, his fingers hitting your G-spot and moving faster than they were before. “Sh-shit.” Rob doesn’t stop, despite how close he knows you are.

“Hold on for me, darling. I’m not done with you yet,” He says, taking his lips away from your clit, and removing his fingers from you. You shut your eyes groan at the emptiness. When you open your eyes again, you see Rob undoing his belt and pulling down his black trousers. He discards them to the side and begins to unbutton his white shirt.

Within a few seconds, he’s shirtless, with only his boxers left on, standing in front of you. He finally slips the boxers off, revealing his hardened member. He crawls back on top of you and pins your hands against your head. He lets go and grabs the bottom of your dress, pulling it over your head and throwing it across the room.

Rob’s tongue darts out and licks his lips, taking you in. “Arch your back for me darling,” Rob demands, and you do as he says. He unclasps your strapless bra with one hand, tossing it to the side, and brings his other down to your clit.

“More, please,” You beg.

Rob smirks, and without warning fills you up completely. He pumps in and out of you quickly, rubbing your clit at the same time.

“Sh-shit,” Rob stutters, “You feel amazing.” His breathing his heavy. “You’re so tight.” His words alone could send you over the edge.

You can feel yourself getting closer. The build up from before had almost made you come, and you weren’t sure how much longer you could last.

Rob lets out a list of profanities before his lips come crashing down onto yours. He bites your lower lip lightly as his rhythm picks up.

“I-I’m so close,” You cry out.

“You’re taking me so well, (Y/N), just hold on a bit longer for me, darling,” Robert whispers through labored breaths. “I-I’m close too.”

Rob’s pressure on your clit becomes heavier, and he speeds up. He pushes far into you, filling you up entirely, hitting you G-spot. You can feel yourself starting to unravel around him. His pace somehow speeds up even more, and you know he’s almost there.

He takes a deep breath and parts his lips. “Fuck,” He curses. “Come with me darling,” He manages to get out.

You suddenly feel a great release, seeing stars, as your walls tighten around him. You finally let yourself come undone. “Holy shit,” You cry out, and Rob comes with you.

His pace slows as your walls flutter around him a few more times. He pulls out and crashes down next to you on your right side. His arm wraps around you, pulling you onto your side and into his chest.

You laid there for a few minutes in silence, Rob peppering your exposed skin with light kisses. It’s calm and quiet. The world meant nothing. The club, your friend, the incident, life, it was all nothing when you were with Rob. It was just you and him.

“R-Rob,” You say, finally breaking the silence.

Rob smiles and kisses your forehead before responding. “Yes darling?”

“Are you,” You pause, suddenly hating yourself for starting to ask this question, but you knew you had to follow through, “Seeing anyone else? It’s fine if you are. I mean, I’m not and I haven’t been, but if you are it’s really okay I’m just-,”

You’re cut off as Rob’s lips crash against yours hungrily. He pulls apart from you and smiles.

“No, it’s just you, and it’s just been you since we started, well, this,” Rob confesses rather matter-of-factly.

You smile back at him, but his face changes. His smile disappears, and he seems more nervous.

“You’re the only one I think about,” Rob says. “I really like you, (Y/N),” But he shakes his head, as if those weren’t the right words. "It’s more than that, to be honest,” He says finally.

“It’s more than that for me too,” You say back, and the smile reappears on his face.

Rob swallows harshly. “So then, we’re more than just, friends,” Rob starts, his fore finger drawing circles on your shoulder “We’re dating. Is that alright with you?”

You smile widens. “That’s more than alright with me.”

She's the one I'm running with

She's my collar

Oh, she's my collar

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Teeny Tiny Secret

After months of trying, you and Colson finally get those two pink lines… the day before tour starts.

Request: “I know that requests are closed, but I HAD to share this before it left my mind. When you have an opportunity, could you please write a story where y/n is in super early (not showing or anything) stages of pregnancy and on tour with mgk. She & Colson make a plan to keep it from the bandmates for now. It becomes difficult when he becomes super over protective (not letting her carry anything, not wanting the guys to crowd her), unconsciously put his hand on her stomach, and ordering non-alcoholic drinks for her. The band suspects something. Y/n talks with him to try to get him to calm down a little. It works until the guys ask you both about it directly and Colson's the first to crack.”

Colson Baker x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Y’all are all up in that spring baby fever… this is like my 3rd or 4th baby request recently

Word Count: 2211

You and Colson had been talking about having a second kid for months but stopped trying a few weeks before tour started. You didn’t think it had worked until you woke up three days before tour and rushed to the bathroom, morning sickness wrecking your body. Colson felt you getting out of bed and followed a few minutes later, tiredly. When he found you hunched over the toilet, his whole demeaner changed.

You knew for sure the day before tour, after multiple pregnancy tests you had gone to see an OBGYN for confirmation. Sure enough, you were pregnant. The universe sure knew the definition of ironic timing.

Colson’s immediate reaction was to have you stay home. “All the traveling and partying isn’t gonna be good for him.” He said, pacing around your bedroom while you laid on the bed. “Tour life is not good for babies.”

You raised your eyebrow, “him? It’s been one day and you’re already setting unrealistic expectations for our unborn child.” You joked, a small smile on your lips.

Colson’s mouth gaped before he continued, “Y/N, we need to be serious about this. You can’t come on tour if you’re pregnant.”

You rolled your eyes, “Colson, I am not letting you leave me here while I am pregnant. I’ll be fine. I won’t drink and I’ll take it easy. You just have to make sure the guys don’t smoke around me and we’ll be fine.”

His eyes went wide. “Shit, the boys.” He paused to think as confusion crossed you. “If the boys find out about this they’ll freak out and then the whole tour is gonna be a shit show.”

It was kind of funny how much more worried he was than you were. “Babe, come here.” You motioned for him to come sit in the bed with you to which he complied. You leaned your back against the headboard, expecting him to follow. Instead, he laid so his head was next to your stomach. He pressed a small kiss into it, making your heart fluttered, the reality of the situation hitting you and making you insanely happy. “Why are you so worried?” You asked him softly, combing your hand through his hair.

He reached, moving your shirt up so he could kiss your bare stomach. He mumbled against your skin, “I think I wanna keep this a secret for now.” You hummed and he continued, “just for us, y’know? I wanna enjoy this.”

You nodded, “I’m still coming on tour with you, though. I don’t wanna be alone right now.”

He smiled against your stomach, finally moving up to sit next to you, pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. His hand went to your stomach, rubbing circles into the skin. “I can’t believe we’re gonna have a fucking baby.”

You smiled against his lips, a thought popping into your head, “can we tell Casie at least?” His eyes lit up at your suggestion, a quick nod of his head affirming the idea.

The next day was hectic, as all first days were. You had gotten a list of everything you could and couldn’t do from your doctor, and the all-clear to fly for the first trimester. So, you and Colson found yourself with the crew at LAX airport bright and early in the morning. Ashleigh passed you an itinerary, letting you know that you would all be meeting the bus in Cleveland, where the first show was.

Colson’s arm hadn’t left your waist since you got to the airport, holding you to his side all morning. Occasionally you could feel his thumb rubbing circles near your stomach, something that was definitely becoming a habit of his. At one point he ended up standing behind you, hands resting on your stomach as he held you against him. You tried not to give anything away, but you found it adorable how excited he was. He wanted to be as close to the unborn baby as possible at all times, his hands constantly near your middle.

Eventually you arrived in Cleveland, walking down the long hallway to the baggage claim, taking in the small Cleveland hall of fame that the airport had created. You spotted your suitcase and went to grab it, but Colson beat you to it. “I got it, babe.” He gave you a look that let you know you wouldn’t be carrying anything.

You sighed, “I can get it Colson.” He shrugged, grabbing his bag off of the carousel next. The man now had a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder and two suitcases in his hands. “Seriously, it’s not that heavy.”

He shook his head, “I’m not letting you carry anything heavy. I can do it.” You sighed but let him, knowing you wouldn’t win this battle.

Unbeknownst to you, Baze had seen the whole interaction and was very confused.

Later, once you had arrived at the arena, you were hanging in the dressing room with Slim and Irv on the couch. You guys weren’t really talking about anything in particular, mostly just cracking jokes about Rook’s outfit for the night.

When the younger boy heard Slim say he looked like “if Willow Smith and Gerard Way were put into a blender,” he came over, blunt in his hand.

Rook started jokingly arguing with Slim and you were all laughing at his distress. In the middle of their argument, however, Colson came over and grabbed the blunt out of Rook’s hand. He put it out in an ashtray before returning to you, squeezing himself between you and Irv.

Everyone, including you, stared at him, dumfounded. “Dude why the fuck-“ Rook started, only for Colson to cut him off.

“You shouldn’t smoke in here.” He shrugged, arms wrapping around you. He squeezed your waist, letting you know why he really did it. You were somewhat thankful; smoke was bad for the baby. But there are less obvious ways to have gone about that.

Rook grumbled but didn’t attempt to light another one. Slim looked at you, an eyebrow raised in question. You shrugged your shoulders, pretending to act innocently naïve to Colson’s behaviors.

Eventually the three boys travelled from the couch, leaving you and Colson alone. “Babe, you gotta try and be a little more subtle about that shit.” You mumbled, turning to face him.

He scrunched his eyebrows, “he shouldn’t be smoking around you. What else was I supposed to do?”

You sighed, “I don’t know, but that wasn’t subtle. If you keep treating me differently, they’re gonna figure out that something’s up.”

Colson lets out a breath through his nose, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want anything to happen to…” he trailed off, trying to keep a low profile.

“I know you’re just being careful. It’s sweet, and I really appreciate it. But either we tell the guys what’s going on or we figure out how to be more subtle.” You thought you guys were being quiet, but once again Baze was standing just within earshot, hearing your entire conversation.

Colson demanded you stay backstage instead of in front of the gates like normal tours. “I don’t care if they think something’s up, you are not getting anywhere near that crowd.”

This was something you could actually agree on, not wanting any crazy fangirls to try and reach over the barricade and hurt you by accident (it had happened before). So, you were stood backstage before the concert, like normal, only this time you had a spot next to the stage picked out just for you to watch. Colson came over to you, jumping up and down in excitement.

You giggled at his happy demeanor, feeding off his energy. “Good luck kiss?” You offered to which he happily nodded. You pulled him in by his shoulders, intending to give him a soft kiss. Colson being Colson, however, decided that this was the perfect time for an extremely heated make out session.

You didn’t complain much as his hands explored your waist, paying special attention to your stomach, where a small bump would soon be forming. His lips against yours were heaven.

“Okay loverboy!” Ashleigh called, making him pull away from your lips but he kept himself close to you. “You’re on.”

He nodded towards her, giving you one last peck before running off to the stage. Before he left, his hands lingered on your stomach just a little longer than normal, his eyes glancing down to it for a split second.

Then you watched the love of your life run towards the stage, a grin on his face. “I love you!” You called. He turned to you right before he got on stage and mouthed the words back to you, knowing you couldn’t hear him anymore. You smiled, the sight of him living his dream making your heart melt.

Slim was on the side of the stage closest to you, and had caught the last moments of your intimacy, including Colson’s attention to your stomach. He perked and eyebrow at the sight but shook it off as Colson being into some weird new thing.

After the show, everyone was hyped up on adrenaline and alcohol. The crew decided to move the party to a nearby club. Colson wanted to take you back to the bus and stay there with you all night, but you made him go. “Colson, I have been in this condition for all of 3 days. I am fine. You just finished the first show of your tour. We,” you pointed between the two of you, “are going out to celebrate, even if that means I can only drink water or pop.”

He rolled his eyes but gave in, letting you drag him down the street towards the rest of your friends. When you got to the club, you grabbed a table with Ash, Irv, Baze, and Slim while Colson took Rook to get drinks for everyone.

When the pair got back, they started handing out drinks. Colson set a glass of water in front of you, causing the group to raise eyebrows at you two, which you just shrugged off, sipping the water. As much as you would have loved to get wasted with your friends, you knew it would hurt the baby. You tried to act as nonchalant about it as possible, realizing that it was gonna be hard to hide your secret if you got water every time you went out.

This was going to be a long 9 months.

“I wanna dance.” Ashleigh said, grabbing Irv and Rook and dragging them to the floor. You grinned, about to stand up and join them when you felt a hand on your thigh. You turned towards Colson, who was currently stopping you from having fun, giving him a glare.

He shook his head slightly at you, leaning close to you to whisper in your ear. “There’s a lot of people here, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes, whispering back, “can you ease up a little bit, please? I’ll be careful. I want to have a little fun before I’m not able to move at all.”

His face was stern, the two of you having a silent argument with your eyes. You pleaded with him, trying to get him to crack but he just shook his head.

Meanwhile Baze and Slim watched you two, trying to figure out how the hell you were communicating without actually talking. “Is everything okay with you two?” Slim asked, pulling your attention to the two men.

You nodded, smiling, “yeah, we’re great.”

Baze cocked his head, “you sure? Because he’s” he pointed at Colson, “acting like you’re pregnant or something.”

You felt Colson’s hand on your thigh tighten, his entire body stiffening. You giggled, trying to play off the comment. Baze started laughing the moment he saw Colson’s expression, which you turned to see was like a deer caught in headlights. Slim’s eyes went wide, “holy shit, for real? Congrats guys!”

You laughed, rubbing Colson’s shoulder, “good job, babe. You did a great job at keeping this between us.”

He looked down at you with a sheepish expression, “sorry, I thought we were being subtle.” He mumbled and you laughed.

“Cols, I was being subtle. You were acting like I was gonna die if someone so much as touched me.” Slim and Baze chuckled at this, and you turned to explain. “We found out for sure yesterday and didn’t want anyone to get freaked out or throw off the tour or anything. So, Colson here,” your head nodded towards your boyfriend, “thought we could keep it a secret for now.”

He frowned, his friends still laughing at him. “Dude, you are the worst secret keeper ever, man.” Baze said. “It took one push and you cracked.” You giggled, nodding your head in agreement. “But seriously, congrats guys.”

“Thanks, B.” You said, “but listen, both of you. If anyone on this tour tells me what I can and can’t do because I’m pregnant, I’ll cut their dick off.” The two boys nodded in understanding.

“Am I really that bad at keeping secrets?” Colson asked, still upset that he spilled.

You giggled and nodded, “Yeah, darling. You are.”

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teaser | [1]

characters: kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook, reader

pairings: ot7 x fem! reader

categories: angst, fluff, smut

genre: idol!bts, idol!reader (maybe obsessive!bts??? yandere!bts???)

warnings: reader has her life TOGETHER (???appears to anyway), jungkook being sad about reader giving others (mostly tae) attention, make out on the couch, sex on the couch, all the boys kinda obsessive behavior mentioned at the end?, bts members are possessive (mostly jk!!), (uhhh may be slight yandere themes? no violence to)

a/n: this follows immediately after the teaser, so it mostly focuses on jungkook!!! other members will be introduced in the next chapters

It wasn’t like you weren’t used to holding things together. You had been trained for years to be a top idol. Five: those were the years you spent bringing your lyricism to perfection, years dedicated to personality training for variety shows and publicity conferences, years conjured up in between vocal training sessions and dance practices to make you every bit of a fourth generation idol that you could manage. As the leader of one of the the top girl groups in Korea, you had grown used to taking constructive criticism and turning it into perfect moves. You leveraged commercial film deals with ease as you opted for optimal screen time for each of your members easily. You easily quelled squabbles between the four other members in your group over bouts of jealousy and short term argument. For years, you trained as a lone gem to bring both men and women to your knees alike with the mere turn of your wrist or seductive smile. You were trained for everything.

What you were not trained for were your seven boyfriends. The seven of them did not hold a single provision in your years of training nor was there any booklet for explaining how to juggle their varying needs and degrees of affection they desired from you. None of them has been forecasted as an event in your already packed schedule between V-Lives, fan meetings, press conferences, or music shows when collecting win after win. You still managed your best.

When you were not preparing for a new album, learning a new dance routine, or writing new lyrics, your time was divided up amongst the seven of them. You often accompanied Seokjin as he played Maple Story with you settled into his lap with a giggle whenever he complained about the new skins. Or, you could be found sitting in the studio with Yoongi drinking iced americanos (a drink you detested more than the monthly evaluations you had as a trainee) working on lyrics together with your fingers entwined together. With Hoseok, you spent the bulk of your time dancing to your hearts content or pressed against one another in ways that would appear amoral if not for the spoken seductions he would whisper to you. Namjoon’s own commitment to giving you an endless list of recommendations as you laid in his arms, conversing about the black ink on white pages with full hearts. Jimin often meant being cuddled under heaps of blankets as you watched animal videos together and played with his hair when you were not reassuring him of how well he had done the day before. Taehyung meant practicing the scripts together for the dramas you would audition for and splashing each other to your hearts content as you washed the dishes of the dorm after Seokjin cooked. And lastly, being with Jungkook meant impromptu video shoots all the time; the boy wanting to remember every moment he spent with you as though it would be his last.

You may not had been the most organized, but you did know how to cherish each of your boys just as you did the other valuable people and aspirations within your life. While not meticulous, things almost always went to plan for you when you worked hard enough… but even that meant that surprises (especially the pleasant surprises) could make all the difference.

So it was given when you woke up at five in the morning the next day to find Jungkook sitting rigidly on the sofa, you had an inkling of how your day would go with this very uncommon occurence. The youngest of your boyfriends often opted for staying up only when playing video games or producing new tracks for his highly anticipated mixtape, but you saw nothing in hand but his phone.

“You’re awake.” You comment as you lean over the couch to press your lips gently against his temple. All the tension in his body seems to leave when his arms snake around your waist to send you plummeting into his lap.

Jungkook had always been rather fond of using his strength against you.

“You were with hyung again, last night.” He stares more so as a statement rather than a question. It had been one of those days when things felt a bit too overwhelming and Taehyung had sensed it before you. It was not intentional you found yourself being coddled by the raven haired man, but it seemed to be happening more and more as contract recertification was coming and the girls growing increasingly antsy about future concepts.

You can hear the displeasure in Jungkook’s voice. “Is something wrong?” You ask as you sit up in his lap to touch his cheek.

“You’re always with him.” Jungkook whispers with a frown settling on his lips. “You know he’s not your only boyfriend, right? There’s me... and the others..”

You bite the inside of your lip as you think about the delicate balance of your relationship with the seven of them. Their feelings weren’t as easy as dodging invasive questions in a press conference or could be corrected after a quick meeting with producers. Perhaps you were not as prepared as you thought. You just wanted to hold it together again.

“I know you’re my boyfriend too, Kook.” You say as you snake your arms around his shoulders. “You know that I love you all equally, right?”

Scoffing, Jungkook pouts. “You say that,”

“Jungkook.” You frown deeper as you press your forehead against his. “I mean it. I love you all the same! Each of you have your own charms that make me realize why I wanted to be with you in the first place. I love you just as much as I love Taehyung and I love Taehyung just as much as I love Seokjin. And I love Seokjin as much as I love Nam-“

“야.. 야... I gathered that much. You could have stopped with loving me.” Jungkook jokes, making the familiar flutter of your stomach return. You were happy he understood. “I’m not letting you off the hook that easily.”

“You’re not?” You muse with a raise of your brow.

“Mmm.” Jungkook replies as his hands grip both of your hips to pull you closer before pressing you flushed against his chest. “I can think of ways for you to make it up to me, baby girl.” He is no less subtle as his hands run up along your sides and settle over your breast. He opts for teasing the right one first, circling the sensitive bud between his index finger and thumb. “I can think of a very good way for you to make it up to me.”

He lifts up your white shirt and tugs down the cup of your bra to place an open-mouthed kiss onto your right breast and then your left with a long sigh. “So. so..so fucking pretty and all for me,” His words send vibrations along your skin. He reluctantly pulls back, watching your shirt fall back over your frame and rubs the small of your back gingerly. “I always want you, you know that, right?”

“If you want me, you know you already have me.” You quip prior to kissing along his jawline. He was a sucker for kisses there- he always had been. The thought of your kisses alone could have him cupping the base of his cock and edging himself for release when he thinks about your soft lips on his jaw, his neck, his lips, his cock.

Nevertheless, you scoff at his words. He always amused you when he pulled out that nickname in particular, but you couldn’t deny that it combined with the taunting look in his eyes did provoke some part of you. “I have to get back to the dorms before the girls wake up, Jungkook.”

“I’ll drive you.” He offers with a smile as devilish as Lucifer himself. Jeon Jungkook was equal parts crafty as he was intelligent.

“As enticing as it is to do that and we both know how badly I do want you,” you preface as you toy with the golden chain that dangles around Jungkook’s neck. He had known you were far too fond of it. “That will draw attention.. they’ll recognize your car.” You frown in attempts to reasoning with him. He doesn’t back down though; he never does when it comes to you.

“We can figure things out,” He whispers as he begins to kiss along you neck slowly. The sensation of his lips are gentle in comparison to the way his hips rut against your own. “Just wanna be inside you.. it’s been so long.”

The youngest of your boyfriends always had a bit of an appetite. During award shows, he often was the first to come find you in some miraculous show of stealth. Even during concerts when BigHit would hold its annual New Years Eve Live, he would linger backstage to catch a glimpse of you. You have dated him long enough to know the subtlety was not his forte. Now was no different.

You tug lightly at the ends of his hair to make him look at you. It is instinctual; the moan falling from his lips as his grip on your hip tightens. It does not stop either as he expertly rolls his hips against your spread ones.

“Wanna feel your tight pussy around my thick cock,” He rasps into your ear as his right hand slights down your hip to your ass and cups it. His hands are a stark contrast to how his lips kiss your skin like a brush on the canvas. He wants all of you. He wants to feel a part of you in the deepest way. “Please? I need you so badly, baby.” He whispers as his member presses more in between your thighs, just over your clothed sex.

You let out a curse from his wandering hands. “You really know how to provoke me, huh?” You shake your head in amusement as you pin Jungkook down onto the couch. He follows easily - he’s always been a good boy whenever you’re around you.

“You shouldn’t hold back. You know I like it rough, YN-ah.” He presses his tongue against the side of his cheek. It’s always been a tell of his when he can barely hold it together - can barely hold back from wanting to feel all of you. “No teasing either.” He’s always been eager to test you, eager to see how much you would let him get away with.

You straddle his hips with practiced ease while untying his gray sweatpants, “You’ve always talked too much.” You halfheartedly remark as you tug down the taut fabric down his tanned thick thighs.

“You love it when I talk,” He quips back. He’s smug as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek gingerly. He watches you with nothing but admiration and lust in his eyes. He’s always enjoyed how you take control, but that does not mean that he is not one to challenge you. What was the fun in fully submitting when you could make him? “But you like it so much more when my head is between your pretty thighs, don’t you? You like the way my tongue thrusts into your tight pussy until you’re on the brink of cumming?”

You give a noncommittal hum as every so often, his thumb presses down over the denim of your jeans to your clit to intensify the flex of his thigh. He’s always loved this view of you hovering over him, moaning from the slightest action he gives you and wanting more until it drives you over the edge. He knows you could quite possibly cum just from this alone, but Jeon Jungkook has always been a generous man.

With this in mind, he takes advantage of your hips lingering over his right thigh after shifting to toss his sweatpants to the side to press his flexed thigh against you and sends you flush against his chest with a smirk. He likes seeing the contorted look of frustration on your look from the sudden change of pace and he only raises a brow. “What’s wrong, baby? Did you think I would give in easily?”

“Oh, Jungkook,” You give a breathy sigh as your eyes meet his own full blown ones. He’s always had gorgeous chocolate brown eyes; the usual galaxy colored in them eclipsed by something far darker. Before you can reprimand him, he presses down harder onto your hips until you straddle his thigh and flexes his thigh once more. The sensation makes you sensitive, especially when he manages to brush your clit with the slightest action.

What a brat, he was.

You don’t hold back the moan that escapes from the back of your throat. He is more keen to feel all of you when your hands fall to his chest to try to regain your posture, but Jungkook finds it more endearing the way you still grind against his flexed thigh like a fucked out kitten.

He knows that he could cum simply from hearing your moans alone, but you’ve taught him well at holding out. He watches the way your hips press harder against his own thigh, wanting to feel all of him despite the two layers of clothing that separate him from you.

He takes initiative to unbutton the top of your jeans before rolling them down your thighs. He is speedy as his arm grips your waist to press you against his chest and they soon join the puddle of his own jeans on the floor. He has always been insatiable when it comes to you, often eager to drop to his knees and eat you out until the sunrise, and a burning sensation in your stomach tells you that this time won’t be any different.

“What was that about needing to get back to your dorms?” He asks with smirk on his face as he turns your chin to look at him. His words are accusatory, acting as though you were not riding his thigh to fruition. “I can think of a better way to do this, though.”

“So can I,” You reply after finally getting over the initial high of him teasing you.

“Mmm,” Jungkook whispers without another word. Normally shy around others, he never could quite control himself around you. He had no intention on doing so either, especially not when you were half clothed in front of him and he had gotten the taste of you he had wanted, but still, Jeon Jungkook remained insatiable. “I have a request.”

“A request?” You repeat back to him with a tilt of your head. You can tell that he is the temptation incarnate as his hands begin to cup your sex and slowly his middle and index finger begin to tease your wet folds through your panties.

Nodding, he indents his sense with a tug at your panties to send them down your thighs. “Mmm. A request-“ He says before once more rolling on top of you and pinning you down into the couch. He never did get tired of manhandling you-the way your body fell limp under his just with the swiftness of his moves was more than enough to have his cock grow harder to be inside of you, but he would wait. He would be good until you told him not to be.

“And that is…” You find it hard to keep up the conversation, especially when Jungkook drops to his elbows to carefully cup both of your hips and draw you nearer to him. Your pussy grows wetter just from the way his index finger continues to brush over your clit before swiping down your slit to get a bit of your essence and he licks his fingers.

He does not answer you, only opting to connect his lips against your aching cunt without warning. Soft like petals, his lips kiss your clit ever so slightly prior to him moving closer to you like a man starved to begin to send stripes of love against your cunt with his tongue. The first of them has you bucking your hips to entrance his face between your thighs, but the rest nearly have you twitching for more. Perhaps you were a bit more worked up then you anticipated.

Your hands immediately find chase in his hair, wanting to remember each thrust into your tight pussy from Jungkook’s thick tongue. He is careful to savor each drop of your essence that begins to paint his jaw with love. He honestly thinks he can grow drunk from the amazing taste that dribbles from you.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He rasps against your cunt, only adding to the vibrations of your tight pussy. “I just wanna stay between your thighs forever.” His licks are ultimately calculated, but every now and then he grows lost in your essence as his nose begins to bump against your clit every so often. The added sensation has you nearly stuttering out his name. “Fuck, I really want to be inside this tight pussy. You like the way I eat your pussy, don’t you?”

You are keenly aware of Jungkook’s love of praise and you ultimately have no problem giving it to him as you choke out on your moans, “That feels so good, Kook-fuck- baby boy, knows how to eat pussy well, doesn’t he?“

“Fuck, I almost just from hearing that,” He rasps out, making you realize how he grinds against the cushion of the couch at the same cadence of you bucking your hips. He’s so fucked out at this point, barely able to hold it together when he can feel how tightly your walls clench around his wet tongue. It turns him on to no end and he can only think of how tightly you would fit around him. “You know,” He pulls back slowly, but his fingers still return to scissor inside your wet cunt as he leans forward on his knees to hover over you. “You know you could have all of us to yourselves, right? For a whole week… no distractions,” He curls his fingers inside of you, making you moan louder in pleasure from how good it feels. “It’s been a long time since you’ve felt Yoongi-hyung’s tongue inside of your pretty pussy, huh?”

The thought of Yoongi alone make you tighten your hips a bit more and you nod. Yet, you still question, where is he going with this?

“I’ve been thinking.. well,” He stops rubbing your clit for a moment to make sure you have his full attention before adding another finger. Before he can continue, he finds himself growing more lustful for the essence that pools at your hips and returns his mouth onto your wet cunt with a sigh of relief. He’s in euphoria with each moan that escapes your mouth. “You taste so fucking sweet “-and we want to go on a trip. The eight of us. You’ve got break and so do we coming up. I’m sure we could fit things together, right?”

Fitting things together - all you can think about is how perfect Jungkook would fit inside of you if he weren’t eating you out right now, but you are not one to complain. You are more than happy to spend time with the boys, “Of course… I would love tha-“ You suck in a deep breath to mask the moan when Jungkook finds your g-spot without much need to look. He memorized you like the back of his hand.

“Mmm, I can tell you’re close.” He smirks as he slaps your ass. The added pain as you wiggling your hips for more friction against his tongue, but he likes seeing you like this. Completely at his mercy and every whim to treat you as he pleases. You who seemingly always held things together, crumbling right in front of him as a slobbering mess as he eats you out. It was so hot.

“Shit-“ You rasp out as you feel the familiar twinge in your stomach. Your walls only tighten more around Jungkook’s fingers as he speeds up the pace to watch the way your face contours into pleasure. Your back arches when he curls his fingers inside of you for a third time and unknowingly to you, Jungkook finds his own release chasing after yours when his cock throbs more in pleasure. “I’m so close Jungkook-“

“Me too, baby, fuck,.” He whispers as he increases the thrust of his fingers inside of you to match the thrust of his own hips to bring you both to your eyes. His thighs flex as the familiar tension in his stomach bubbles up and he wants to cum all over you. God, he wants to lick every drop of your cum from your body as it mixes with his own.

Without another word, your high comes crashing down as your eyes shut closed and your hips buckle one last time around Jungkook’s fingers. You call out out his name before realizing it and tightly encapsulate his fingers between your thighs as you lazily ride out your high.

Jungkook does not fair any better as he uses his free hand to cup the base of his cock and pump the aching desire that begins to consume him. Seeing you cum is more than enough to have his stomach tense one last time before white ribbons paint your stomach, making him grunt in pleasure from how sexy you are and the intensity of the orgasm that he had just experienced.

He collapses on top of you, sighing into the crook of your neck as he nuzzles his face affectionately into your own. Despite the ache in your core somewhat subsiding, Jungkook still grinds his softening cock against your thigh for the last of his high, “Fuck.. that was so good.”

“You did well,” you reassure him as you pant up and down. You turn your face to press a kiss against his lips and smile. “I’m also excited for this trip you guys are planning.”

Jungkook blinks as he thinks about the trip and nods shyly. He leans more into your touch, wanting to feel all of you as he snakes his arms around his waist to hold you close. “I am too… I just really want to be with you, but the others also want it too…”

“I want to be with them too. I love you and them, you know?” You whisper quietly into his ear while gingerly stroking his cheek.

“I love you too,” Jungkook whispers against your skin while leaving butterfly kisses along your shoulder. “But.. can I ask you something else?”

You nod, “Mmm?”

“Please don’t spend so much time with Taehyung,” Jungkook whispers as he finds himself growing more demure. HE doesn’t want to see your reaction; the way your features furrow into confusion at the request in fear of you rejecting him. “I’m not saying to avoid him.. but .. but please try to be with me a lot, too.. I. I worry you’ll stop loving me… or won’t think of me.. and forget me.” He felt incredibly vulnerable in front of you, especially now when he has done his best to give it all to you, but it still makes him nervous.

“Jungkook,” Your features soften at his words and you gingerly stroke his cheek. “I think of you so much. You know that right? I love you a lot and will do better since it worries you. You mean just as much to me as everyone else does.” You smile warmly, “So don’t worry about it… okay?”

Your words provide him some solace, so Jungkook shyly agrees, “Okay..” He whispers, but his grip on your hand doesn’t let go. Nevermind that he was your boyfriend, along with his six haunts who you loved equally just as you loved him. He could sense the growing tension between the seven of them as they all tried to vy for your attention.

He knew of Jimin’s own interest of whisking you away from everyone with his pretty eye smile and wanting to teach you contemporary dances so you could see the way that Jimin would lead you away. Hell, even Jimin had suggested that he would be eager to take you away from everyone if he had the chance. Namjoon was no better, only thinking of the sparkle I your eyes as he suggested a new book to you, a new concept that ultimately left you in awe of him to where you would ideally follow him and never move away.

Seokjin had made it clear of his own intents to have you and you alone when he suggested taking you back home to meet his family and see the traditional way of doing things in Korea; the smile his parents would give from finding someone so prim and proper like you. Though appearing aloof, Yoongi had his own stake in luring you into his own embrace through words of eloquence, rhymes to make your heart dizzy, and a tongue to course you into things unimaginable. Hoseok’s own methodology of spoiling you to no end with attention and suggested dancing was the first part of many to guide you into his charms; the others focusing on learning every bit of you until the end for him to ruin.

Taehyung had been the most bold of it - eagerly molding himself to be whatever you wanted under the guise of practicing monologues and scenes from his favorite movies. Too keenly aware, Jungkook could recognize how very much their own behaviors were no different from his own as he laid in wake to catch you alone and make you his at every opportunity he could with a voice like a siren and bright galaxy eyes that made you want to give him anything he asked for. He had to be keenly aware of this when it would be so easy to let go with six others wanting your attention alone.

To make you let go. And he would be damned if would let you go, either. If he couldn’t have you, no one else would be able to either.

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Don't be a silent reader! how do you think the relationship is going to go now that you know a bit more about the relationship dynamic?

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songbirdsingingthings · 3 years

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Secret Santa - Izuku Midoriya x Reader

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO KOHEI HORIKOSHI

DAY TWENTY OF 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS - 25 DAYS OF CHRISTMAS MASTERLIST - MAIN MASTERLIST

The absolutely ecstatic feeling that you felt when you looked at the name on the slip of paper in your hands seemed to radiate around you, grabbing the attention from some of your classmates.

“Y/N, who’d you get?!” Asked an energetic Mina from behind you, trying to sneak a peek.

“Hey no looking, nosy!” You told her, shrugging her off of your shoulder and shielding your paper even more.

“There’s no harm nor fowl by just letting me know who you have, I promise I won’t tell!” The pink-haired girl said, sticking out her tongue. You rolled your eyes playfully but kept your person’s name to yourself.

“Sorry Mina, that’d ruin the fun!” You say, earning a hurumph from your best friend. The two of you start to make your way back to your dorm before you hear a sweet voice filter through your ears.

“Hey Y/N! I’m going shopping at the mall this weekend for my secret santa, do you want to come along?” That giddy feeling you got when you pulled your person’s name returned and filled you up with butterflies. You turned around to see the one calling your name, who just so happened to be the same person on your slip of paper. Izuku Midoriya. Many people called him the ‘golden boy’ of class 1-A or would say something along the lines of how he had a habit of breaking his bones, but Izuku to you was just the loveliest person your eyes had laid their eyes on. With a green mop of hair, a set of sparkling emerald eyes, and a dusting of freckles across his nose and cheeks, Izuku never failed to make your heart flutter. He didn’t even have to speak to you, just looking at him evoked a reaction from you that no crush of yours ever had before.

“Uh, Y/N? He asked you a question, are you in there or has your mind moved to a different residence?” Mina quipped, nudging your shoulder with hers. You shook out of your state of daydreaming and a blush broke out across your cheeks.

“Oh, uh, yes! That’d be great!” You said quickly. Izuku gave you a wide smile and nodded.

“Great, how about we go at about 10:30 tomorrow morning?” He suggests. You nod and flash him a grin.

“Yeah, that’s good with me!” You respond cheerily.

“Awesome! I’ll see you then, good night!” He says smiling, turning back around to head to his own dorm. You make sure to wait until he’s completely out of your line of sight and you’re out of his before you have a mini celebration with Mina.

“Did he just ask you out?!” Mina whisper-squealed, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you. Your brain just turned to mush at her words, too caught up in the moment. All you could do was smile and match your friend’s enthusiasm. “C’mon, let’s go pick out an outfit for you to wear tomorrow!”

*The Next Day*

You laugh as you see Izuku’s reaction to how packed the mall was on a Saturday morning.

“I didn’t think it’d be this crowded!” He exclaims, looking around.

“People are probably here to try and make a last-ditch effort to find a gift for someone since Christmas is only a few days away,” you say, smiling as the two of you walk along the mall, occasionally peering into stores. Izuku nods and smiles.

“So what kind of thing are you thinking of getting your secret santa?” He asks. His question makes you nearly trip over your feet but you recover quickly.

“Oh, well, I don’t really know. The person really likes pro-heroes so I was thinking of getting them maybe a figurine or something.” You say, trying to make it sound like you were talking about him. Izuku nods, seems to think about something, and then seems to brighten.

“I know exactly the place to find what you’re looking for!” He says, grabbing onto your hand and leading you to a store with bright colors all around it. Your mind was so caught up in the moment that you forgot to register his hand around yours. “This is where I always come to find new All Might figurines.” He says. You step into the store and almost start laughing. This place was basically Izuku’s brain in a nutshell - All Might merchandise covered the store wall-to-wall, the smiling hero everywhere.

“Wow, this is so cool!” You gush, going up to the shelves and looking at all of the figurines. You spend a few minutes mulling over your choices before you spot Izuku eyeing a particular figure. “Do you like that one?” You ask him, trying to be subtle.

“Huh? Oh, yeah this is the newest one! I’ll have to save up for it though, it’s a little bit on the expensive side…” he says, sparing one last look towards the All Might figure. “Did you find what you were looking for?” He asks. You nod as you look at what the green-haired boy previously had his eyes on and smile.

“Yeah! I just need to pay for it. If you want, I can meet you back somewhere if you have to go to a store?” You suggest, trying to keep him from finding out what you were buying.

“Sure! I’ll meet you back at the entrance!” He suggests. You nod and smile, silently celebrating your win. He’s gonna be so happy when he opens it up, you think to yourself, grabbing the box with the figure and bringing it up to the cash register

*Christmas Morning*

“Okay everyone, you can give your gift to your Secret Santa!” Iida announces, standing in front of the Christmas tree in the common room. A flurry of activity erupted as everyone started to get up and find their person. All you had to do was turn to your left to see Izuku sitting next to you, already waiting for you.

“Wait- did you have me?” You ask, a shocked smile gracing your face. Izuku matches your expression and laughs a bit.

“Yeah! And I take it, you have me?” He asks back, a small blush dancing across his cheeks. You giggle and nod, extending your wrapped gift towards the green-haired boy.

“Merry Christmas!” you chirp. He gives you a grin as he begins to peel back the wrapping paper. His jaw drops as he takes the box out of its shell of paper.

“Y-you got this for me?!” He exclaims, his green eyes raking over every detail of the figure.

“Well I just saw how much you wanted it, so I just had to get it for you.” You confess. A wild smile erupts on his face as he lunges forward, wrapping you up in a bone-crushing hug.

“Thank you! Thank you so much, I love it! I love you!” He says happily. The two of you didn’t really process his last confession until a few moments later when the both of you tense up a bit and pull back to reveal Izuku’s beet red face and your equally as flushed one. “I-I, uh… umm…” He stutters, clearly at a loss for words.

“I love you too.” You say breathlessly. While it was revealed a few minutes later that he got you concert tickets to your favorite artist, the two of you could both agree - your love-filled revelations were the best gifts you could get each other.

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thelastdrop · 3 years

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This was something I wrote based off an ask 😁 anon sent me on my old blog and I was able to find it so here’s this. ALSO this is much shorter than what I normally will write and will probably have some mistakes because I just wrote it spur of the moment when I got the ask.

Working as security for mostly concerts and festivals let you see some crazy things. You’ve been around a lot of different people and heard a lot of different music because of it. So you weren’t necessarily shocked by a lot of what you saw anymore.

But today as you stood backstage and watched these 9 girls perform on stage you didn’t really know what to expect. One of them in particular stood out from the rest.

Most of them had a defining body part (or two) that amplified their beauty and sexiness. One of them didn’t seem to have ‘that.’ Instead she had this tight, petite body that was toned with muscles, or what you’d consider toned among the girls.

As you watched this short girl dance and sing in a language you didn’t understand, you found yourself mesmerized by her. Moving around where you stood backstage so you could always be watching her.

As they came back to back to change the first time you and her made eye contact and she gave you a sheepish smile. Your heart skipped a beat as they moved behind the makeshift changing room located underneath the stage.

Suddenly the girl you’d been watching came out still wearing her same clothes and almost bumped into you. You looked down at her small frame as she looked back up at you with steady breaths trying to regain some composure.

A head popped out from what looked like someone in charge of them and said she had to use the bathroom, so to take her to the nearest one quickly. You moved as fast as you could while holding her hand trying to make sure she wouldn’t be late.

Once you reached the bathroom she pulled you inside with her. Unsure of what she was doing, you tried to open the door to the bathroom and exit. She put one hand on the door to stop you and one hand on your groin.

When you looked back into her eyes all you could see was lust and want. You picked her up off the ground and pinned her back against the door. You pushed your tongue into her mouth and tasted as much of her as you could. The small Korean moaned and as she kissed you back.

Knowing the limited time frame you both had to do this she wrapped her legs around waist and moved her hands to the waistline of your pants trying to pull them down. Understanding what she was doing, you placed her on the floor and then let you pants fall around your ankles.

The small girl made quick work of her shorts and reached back up around your neck. You picked her back up into the same position and lined your now throbbing member up with her wet slit.

You pushed into her and started thrusting like a wild animal. You didn’t give her anytime to adjust to your size making her start moaning and whimpering in a mix of pain and pleasure. She began digging her nails into your shirt. You could only image how good it would have felt on your bare skin, but for now this was all that you could do.

You put your lips back on her’s to muffle the noise and continued to chase after what you both desired. Soon you could feel her walls fluttering around your member signaling her impending orgasm.

You broke your kiss and looked into her eyes for some kind of sign of where she wanted it. When you looked in them all you could see was a deep desire to feel you in her. Nothing at this point was going to stop you from finishing inside of her.

With her legs trembling around your waist and her walls gripping tightly around your member, you spilled your load inside of her with a groan. You have her another deep kiss as she seem to tighten her legs around you happy that you understood her want.

You let her down, both of you panting as you pulled your clothes back on. You both quickly ran back and she went into the changing area once again.

The girls began emerging a minute later and walked back to their positions. She was the last one to come out and as she walked by you she gave you a wink and a smile.

She went back on stage wearing her new outfit, a sparkling gold top with tight black short shorts that showed off her little peach butt. You watched as her tight stomach flexed and relaxed as she continued performing. You asked one of the managers what all their names are, so you could figure out her name and how to say it.

Occasionally she would look at you as she walked to her spots while dancing. Each look causing your pants to get tighter as your member began throb, waiting for the next break in the concert so you and Chaeyoung could have some more fun.

#twice #chaeyoung #twice smut #chaeyoung smut #😁

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oliviaillustrations · 3 years

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Garden of Eden

my piece for the @grishaversebigbang ! this is based off of the lovely dark academia ninej au fic written by @kugisakigf and @emdrabbles titled Garden of Eden

you can find my gang members and their amazing pieces below! 💗

Materialki: @landryaugust (here and here) @oranges-and-stuff (here)

AO3 Link: here!

Summary:

Nina is doing just fine as a directionless art student—she goes to class four times a week, struggles to get oil paint out of her clothes on laundry day, makes sure to dodge her landlord when he asks about rent, and dreads the day she has to graduate. Maybe she feels as important to the grand scheme of things as a stray brushstroke, and she's no closer to any shred of a clue about what she's going to do with her life. But it's fine. She's fine.

Except when Nina’s painting class gets a live model, she spends more time staring at this very pretty, very intimidating newcomer more than she does at her own canvas. Inej is gorgeous and terrifying and has her life together and now Nina can’t remember the last time she was able to think about anything but her. Pressure starts to ramp up and the world she's tried so hard to hide herself from keeps pounding at every wall she's built to protect herself, and now she's left wondering if she'll ever amount to anything. Will history forget Nina Zenik? Will she ever do something worthwhile with what little she's been given? And does it even matter, when Inej Ghafa seems to draw her ever closer, an Icarus to her blazing sun?

First Chapter: Nina Zenik is crumpled in a mass of blankets, shivering and bone-tired, when she realizes that sometimes, living in the attic of a church is worth it. She can deal with the rotting wood that creaks and rolls under her feet, the sounds splintering out across the room as she walks. She can forgive the smell of must and cobwebs, the heavy fragrance of mold and must and incense lingering around every corner, even on the rare occasions when she has time to clean. She can almost ignore the deep ache of wintertime, the heat barely making its way to her with long, spiraling fingers, the cold permeating through every crack in the walls that let in the sharp December chill. She's made her peace with the occasional mouse that sprints underfoot, the moths spending weeks on the windowsill, the shitty water pressure and gas stove that only works once a week if she was lucky.

Because mornings like this seemed to make everything worth it.

The rising sun, shallow and shy in the pale morning light, would reach out and glance off of an ancient stained glass window, just at her bedside. The sky would sing, and the carefully laid image of The Virgin Mary would glow, sweet features framed in green and violet. Nina would wake to vibrant shadows dancing across her skin and colors pooling on her floor like spilled blood. Sometimes, she would just sit there, hours before classes would start. The world faded to a hazy gray, and all that was left was the sunrise and her. She'd just look at the sun, and she'd pause for a moment, and just breathe . It never quite felt like she could get a full breath of air anymore. She would just take a breath, and she'd stop thinking, and she'd just be . She wasn't Nina Zenik, right now. She was sunlight and morning air and that particular shade of crimson shot through with gold when the light shines in.

She blinks, and the sun has moved. She's washed in pitch again, deep blue drowning the lines and arches of her body into a loose silhouette. She's empty, again, just a fragile body in a silent room. The floor dips and bends beneath her feet as if to sing a hollow tune in some form of an answer. It does not feel like enough. It never does.

She wipes a smudge of dust off the windows, her finger stained red even in the fading light. Her heart beats in concert with the pulsing of her head, and she winces, hard. Lack of sleep is catching up to her, it seems. The last few nights—weeks, if she's being true—have been short and restless, a sick sort of fear settling in whenever her eyes begin to close. It burns like every word she's never said and it spoils like a promise in her stomach. Everything is too much, and it's all she can do to stand on two feet and will her fingers to curl around a pencil. And even that's a pretense.

She hasn't been able to paint in months. Everything she makes seems twisted and wrong , an abomination of oil paints and a mockery of everything she's worked to accomplish. (She buries the voice that says she hasn't truly accomplished anything deep in her chest and tries to forget it can still breathe). She's felt stuck, a broken record that keeps skipping the same line of a song she's heard a hundred times. She can feel everything falling away from her, but doesn't know how to hold on to it all. She's losing it all with nothing she can do to stop it.

Nina doesn't have time for this- this crisis , something hisses in her ear, teeth grazing against her neck. But the problem is, she never has time for any of this. It all keeps piling up and then she’s buried under the weight of it and then she's having a panic attack in a public restroom and turning in late assignments and making excuses and she can’t do that . She can't do that again. So she compartmentalizes, picks out tiny little problems, and thinks about them for a short while, washes it down with wine, and calls it a night. Everything she doesn't deal with disappears in the morning. And she likes it that way.

But morning has come, and she still feels like a goddamn inside-out sock and she doesn't know what to do about it. Nina has been floundering for years, though, so this isn't any different than anything else.

Her phone flickers and the curling numbers read 7:49. Shit. She has a nine a.m. class and she's still in bed. Normally, she'd get to rot into her pillows for another hour at least, but she needed it for her major, and by the time she'd finally finished agonizing over which courses to take, it had been the only time slot open. So, here she is, aching limbs and sunburnt eyes, stepping onto the cold embrace of hardwood floors. She shivers, and the weak threads of sunlight that weave through the windows don't make the room any warmer.

The shower isn't warm, either. She bears the wet chill anyway. The water is soothing and it washes away the dregs of sleeplessness from her eyes. She stands under the spray, lets it drip down her back, and feels something like comfort as the soap slips down around her ankles and the room begins to smell like lavender. She waits for the water to finally run low, and steps out, puddles tracing her footsteps as she makes her way to her dresser.

Her hair lies damp on her shoulders, thick strands tangled and dark against her skin. It started curling, lately, and she's not sure why, but she doesn't quite mind. Sometimes, she closes her eyes, and imagines vines and leaves woven through the loose curls. A vision of Dionysus with dirt-stained fingers and violet stains under her eyes. A fairy twined with sumac and oak, wings that glow gold in the sunlight. She's always wanted to be special. She's always wished to be more than she is. But now, her own haggard reflection is what stares back at her. She's not sure if she likes what she sees.

She's not sure that it matters.

Nina gets dressed, rifling through her closet in search of something warm. It’s not like she’s obsessed with how she looks, but she does try and pick something nice. Today, she settles on a pink sweater patterned with strawberries, and earrings to match. (She’s nothing if not consistent.) It’s soft and thick, and it smells like summertime. It’s perfect for this, the kind of day that soaks through your skin and wears away at your bones. She slips into thick boots and a pair of jeans, and she's gone.

She takes the spiral staircase outside of her apartment one creaking step at a time, counting as she goes. One, two, three, four, avoid the loose nail on five, six, seven, eight. She should get that fixed, she thinks. But that would require seeing the landlord. And no one wants to see the landlord. The thought whispers away as fast as it came.

The staircase spits her out in the church vestibule. It’s all dark wood and low ceilings, pale morning light filtering through the narrow windows. Soft music floats through the heavy doors separating Nina from the nave of the church, and if she listens closely, faint chanting is woven between the notes. The song sounds familiar. She’s unsure if it’s a psalm drilled into her from middle school bible camp or because the organ drums the same tune beneath her floor every day.

Nina stands a moment longer, eyes momentarily fluttering closed as she listens, grasped by an unnamable sensation equal parts reassuring and paralyzing. And then she’s out the door, down the marble steps, and on the street.

The cold air stings her cheeks and her shoulders wince against the wind. She really should've grabbed a coat before she left, but it's fine. She still hasn't eaten, and she has a class in half an hour. If she turns back now she'll be late. So, Nina grits her teeth, ignoring how hard they're rattling against each other, and tugs the sleeves of her sweater down to cover her shaking hands. The coffee shop’s only a five-minute walk, and it'll be warm inside, and that's the only thing that keeps her moving forward. Her feet beat on the concrete with a steady rhythm, and she focuses on that instead of the aching cold.

The awning of the Dregs greets her, bold block letters on top of old red brick. Scuttling through the door, she’s welcomed by a gust of warm air. The barista looks up at the gentle tingle of the bell and flashes her a quick smile before resuming their work. They don’t look familiar. Must be a new hire. It feels like every time she gets comfortable around here, something changes. The world rolls and ripples under her feet, and she doesn’t remember the last time she’s caught her balance.

Nina takes a deep breath and rubs her hands together, which are now bright pink, then places them on the tips of her ears, which are also bright pink. The morning is quiet, with only a scattering of patrons to be found in the mixed-matched chairs. Some of the dark red wallpaper is beginning to peel off the plaster behind the counter. The Dregs she knows and loves.

“Good morning.” Behind the counter stands the barista, hands fidgeting with a dishtowel.

Nina blinks. “Mornin’,” she croaks, voice weak. She takes a look at the drink menu, even though she’s been here every morning since freshman orientation, because she needs to look busy and not as if she’s more burnt out than a pile of ash. Thankfully, the barista notices her quiet plea and doesn’t try to strike up any more conversation.

A few beats of silence pass, only interrupted by the occasional clink of coffee mugs. Despite already knowing what she’s going to order--the same damn caramel macchiato with far too much sugar than she should start her day with because why would she ever change the habits that hurt her the most--Nina stares at the menu overhead. Her eyes slowly unfocus, not actually reading the menu so much as wondering if she should even try to, so she doesn’t realize how much time has passed until the barista clears their throat with a little more vigor than necessary.

“So…” they start, rocking on the balls of their feet and making a point to not look directly at Nina. “Can I get you started or…?”

She snaps her head back down. “Oh, shit - sorry, yeah.” She allows herself one more moment to reconsider, then orders the caramel macchiato, but not before fumbling with her change. A cascade of pennies and nickels and dimes all crash to the floor and all noise in the cafe ceases at once. Nina doesn’t need to turn around to know how many pairs of eyes rest on her.

“I’ll, uh - get that for you right away.” The barista couldn’t have shuffled away any faster, disappearing into the back.

Nina swears once, loud, then stoops down and collects her change. Fucking figures. This morning has felt awfully representative of life in recent years - bitter, shitty, reliant on loose change. Yet her pride, or perhaps self pity, leaves her stagnant, unable to change. She refuses to get her hopes up about the coffee. With her luck it’ll be bitter and shitty, too.

The barista comes out soon after, coffee in one hand and muffin in the other. They set both on the counter and offer Nina a meek look. “Muffin’s on the house.”

“Oh. Thank you,” she says, scooping both into her hands. And she means it.

“Of course,” they say. Then they lean over the counter and point across the cafe. “And, uh - the drinks in the case over there, the orange ones. Yeah, those. They’re good for hangovers.”

Nina looks from the barista, to the case, then back to the barista. So that’s what this is. She scrunches her face into a weak smile, though it probably looks more like a grimace, and takes her drink without another word. Of course they think she’s hungover, because who would have such a shitty morning if they were sober? That thought is chased with a wave of guilt, heavy. They were being nice. Why can’t she just say thank you and move on? She pushes the door open and the bone chilling day greets her with a sting of cold that bites at her cheeks, her nose, ready to greet her next misfortune.

#gvbb21 #gvbbcreation21 #gvbbfic21 #grishaverse big bang #six of crows #nina zenik #the dregs #crooked kingdom #inej gafha

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megalony · 4 years

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After the show

This is a Harry Styles imagine that I hope everyone is going to enjoy, feedback is always appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr @rogermeddow @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac @vousmemanqueez @jonesyaddiction @ambi-and-sunflowers @milanosaurus @httpfandxms @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls @mrsalwayswritex @rogerina-owns-me @peterquillzsblog @im-an-adult-ish @crazylittlethingg @allauraleigh

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Summary: Harry and (Y/n) finish up a show and he helps her when she doesn’t feel very well.

Enjoy.

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With a sigh of utter relief, (Y/n) moved her hand to rub at her neck where a particular muscle was beginning to tighten like it was on a string that was being tightened.

The heels of her shoes clicked against the metal stairs she descended down, trying to hurry and get herself to the dressing room and change before it was time to disappear from this venue and get some much needed sleep. She couldn't have been more thankful that there was no meet and greet after this particular concert, in fact, a lot of the shows on this tour didn't have a meet and greet after the show and it was a God-send to (Y/n). As much as the fans meant to her, the concerts always took every ounce of energy and reserves she had left and trying to keep up the act of pretending to be okay wouldn't be easy after a concert.

It took all (Y/n) had not to grimace and groan in discomfort when the tightening feeling in her neck spread up until it spiralled around her jaw that was becoming very tense as of late. The aching in her jaw felt like someone was hacking away at the bone with a hammer, chipping little pieces off and causing (Y/n) the most pain but also drawing that pain out to make it last.

The ending of the concert couldn't have come soon enough for her liking. Being out there performing to the crowds was something she knew she wanted to do for the rest of her life because it was everything (Y/n) ever wanted. But doing this for the rest of her life didn't seem like a possibility when finishing this current tour was turning into a difficult task in itself.

When (Y/n) turned a sharp left corner and headed into the dressing room backstage she just caught sight of Harry following her and she shivered at the sympathetic look she could see in his eyes.

The pair had been doing this joint tour for two months now and Harry could never quite seem to be able to overcome the sadness that washed through him whenever he saw the pain (Y/n) went through. When he saw her coming off stage looking like she was about to cry from pain was not something he thought he would ever have to witness. It made Harry sad that doing the job she loved gave her so much pain because if singing gave him half as much pain as it did her, he wouldn't know if it was truly worth it.

Harry had done many tours so he knew how much they could take out of a person. He knew it took a lot of energy to go on stage for two hours and dance and sing and be happy and try to interact with everyone. But he didn't know how (Y/n) did it when she had a muscle disease that made singing painful after a while.

(Y/n) had muscular dystrophy which affected the muscles and it made them weak and deteriorate and it affected her heart too. The type she had was affecting her upper back, neck and face first and it would spread in years to come. Knowing it spread very slowly over time didn't help (Y/n) when the disease had gone for her neck and face first which affected her career. She could still speak properly, she could sing, she could move her head and her neck and jaw perfectly. But the disease made her affected muscles tense and pained because they were growing weak and it meant that singing hurt after a while.

The rushes of adrenaline and the music and crowds didn't help her heart either but (Y/n) couldn't quit. Music was her life and performing was what she loved and was good at, in a few years time it might not be a possibility anymore and so she needed to make the most of it now whilst she still could.

"Are you okay?" Harry tried to keep his tone light as he entered the dressing room behind her before shutting the door so no one else would come in or hover around like the crew sometimes did.

He watched (Y/n) look around for some clothes to change into and he almost felt bad for asking but he couldn't help it. She looked like the pain was worse tonight and he wanted to make sure she was okay and see if there was anything he could do to help. They had been a couple for a few months now and it was very clear to Harry from the beginning that (Y/n) didn't like admitting when her condition was flaring up or starting to get her down. He had to guess when she was trying to hide it and wear her down until she finally talked to him and let him help any way he could.

"I'm okay, just want to get back to the hotel."

"You can say if you're in pain you know. Two and a half hours of that surely can't feel amazing." Harry changed his shirt before his eyes locked with (Y/n) who looked like she wanted to admit how much pain she was in but was deciding against it.

She had to put on a mask when on stage and force herself to smile whenever she felt any kind of pain because none of the public or the fans knew of her condition and she wanted it to stay that way. Plus it wouldn't be very nice if she was frowning or hissing in pain or looked angry like she wanted to leave when she was performing a concert.

"Everything feels like it's on fire and my heart is burning from the adrenaline." (Y/n) saw the look of sadness in Harry's eyes because he couldn't imagine how that must feel. He knew the feeling of his heartbeat pulsing in every vein and artery in his body but that didn't hurt, it just made him feel alive. For (Y/n) it felt like each beat of her heart was becoming harder to do and it felt like she was going to be sick or faint.

(Y/n) held her hand out for Harry so they could go back to the tour bus, the sooner she had her medication and got back to the hotel, the better she would feel.

As they headed back out into the corridor and started to head down to get out into the car park, they felt the crew following them. There was their tour manager, a few bodyguards for precaution and a few other crew who had to tag along. It always felt strange to both singers when they were followed by an entourage wherever they went, it didn't seem right when they had both grown up as part of normal society where bodyguards had never been needed up until they became noticed by the world. Not to say they weren't thankful for the crew, it was just strange, even now after years of going through these tours.

When they got down to the last corridor that led out into the car park, Harry turned to look at (Y/n) when she started to slow down

"What's wrong?" Harry leaned his head closer to her own so he could whisper the words in her ear without anyone else listening in but he felt his anxiety growing when (Y/n) looked like she was about to pass out or fall asleep standing up.

A sudden flurry of white spots danced across (Y/n)'s vision when she felt her heart shuddering in her chest, a familiar feeling signalling that the impulses in her heart weren't working properly. Her body gave way for a split second as her mind felt like it had some sort of glitch, as if she was about to pass out but stopped herself at the last second.

Her knees caved in and her head was suddenly too heavy for her to hold up causing her head to snap back which felt like her neck had broken when the muscles started to scream. Her breathing stuttered as a burst of agony flooded through her whole body.

Turning his head so quickly he almost got whiplash, Harry stumbled to a stop when he felt (Y/n) crumble beside him. He watched as her head fell back and her eyes fluttered like she had blacked out for only one second. Harry let go of her hand so he could wrap his arms around her to stop her from falling to the ground. (Y/n) managed to move her shaking hands to grab onto Harry's arms for support and she tried to force her knees to straighten out when Harry gently pulled her up so she was standing again.

He took most of her weight before moving her backwards until she was leaning up against the wall. He turned her head so she was looking up at him, noticing it took her a few seconds to focus her eyes on him.

"(Y/n), you with me?" His tone was concerned yet sweet like it was dipped in honey. He leaned his head down a little due to the height difference so he could look at her properly, brushing his thumb across her cheek as she managed to nod, lips twitching from the pain the movement caused in her neck.

"J-just my heart." She responded, breathing through the words as Harry watched her come back to Earth rather quickly. In any other situation Harry would have commented on how she spoke like that was a normal thing, but then again this was sort of a normal occurrence for her.

Harry knew he needed to get her back on the tour bus so she could get her meds and get her back to the hotel quickly.

"Do you think you can walk, we need to get you to the bus."

(Y/n) took a deep breath before nodding and she pressed her head into Harry's shoulder when he took her weight again, pulling her from the wall and into his chest. His arm secured around her waist keeping her glued to his side as he guided her down the corridor with everyone else following behind, unsure what was happening.

Harry opened the door in front of them to get them outside, noticing some of the production crew were already outside and waiting nearby or already on the tour bus. They all looked over at the pair with rather confusing looks when they noticed how unwell (Y/n) looked. Harry glanced wearily at the crowds that were beginning to flood around them outside, clearly wanting an autograph or to have a chance to meet them both which clearly wasn't going to be an option tonight. He felt a surge of relief when the crew seemed to understand something was wrong and they made sure there was a barrier so none of the fans could get close to the tour bus.

It didn't take them long to get to the tour bus and after taking it slow up the steps to get inside, Harry kept his arms tightly around (Y/n) as he guided her down the bus. The crew on the bus started to crowd around them, asking if they needed anything or what was wrong and it made Harry want to snap. Surely they knew (Y/n) wasn't very well but Harry and the crew were the only ones who knew of (Y/n)'s condition so it wasn't as if they hadn't seen her in a similar state to this before.

"It's alright, let's just get back to the hotel." Harry stated, making sure to keep any annoyance out of his voice because he didn't want to be rude.

He sat down with (Y/n) at the seats at the very back of the bus, watching with sad eyes when she started to subtally shake which made him shake when she wrapped her arms around him like she was trying to disappear.

Their eyes met when he held her hands and moved them to rest in her lap, his eyes telling her that it was alright as he kissed her temple. Harry's eyes told everyone else on the bus to leave (Y/n) alone and to stop pestering her with their persistent questions of 'are you alright' and 'what can I do'. He knew what he was doing and them fussing around her wasn't going to make things better because they weren't doing anything to help, they were only making her anxious and overwhelmed.

He watched (Y/n) in slight pain as she curled up in the seat against the window, tears silently falling down her face as she watched where Harry was going.

The first time Harry had witnessed (Y/n) be in pain from her irregular heartbeats or when she was in pain from her tense, sore muscles he didn't know what to do to help. But now he had come to know which medications she was on and what they did and he tried to figure out different methods and things to do that could help alleviate her symptoms and her pain.

Walking over to the seats that held all of the bags, Harry rummaged around, grabbing the small black bag with the rough exterior material that scratched at the skin. He unzipped it and grabbed one of the many medication bottles before he grabbed a bottle of water and an ice pack from the cooling bag beside him.

Harry sat back down beside (Y/n) and placed the bottled water on the table before he undid the medication bottle and took out two beta-blockers which would help calm down (Y/n)'s heart impulses and muscles. (Y/n) gratefully took the tablets from him and took them with a large gulp of water before she wiped at her eyes with her sleeve to rid her face of the tears she had started to shed.

(Y/n)'s eyes darted up to look at Harry when she felt a sudden shock of cold on her neck. He had his right arm resting o the back of the seat they were leaning against as his left hand was holding the ice pack to her neck to try and calm down the tense muscle. It was a ritual for (Y/n) to grab an ice pack after every show and sit with it plastered to her neck for the ride back to whatever hotel they were staying at. She hardly went anywhere without the cooling pack that was a medication in itself to relieve the pain she always seemed to be getting now as medication simply wasn't doing enough for her weakened muscles.

Leaning over (Y/n) rested her head on Harry's chest just under his chin, relaxing against him when he said nothing in protest against her actions. His hand keeping the ice pack pressed to her neck as he pressed his lips to the top of her head.

Neither of them could wait until they got back to the hotel and got some peace and quiet.

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heyy, if it's okay, would you write something about the boys (poly or an individual idm) and the hanahaki disease. preferably the reader likes one or all of the boys but they don't respond, it could end w/ fluff or angst. I completely understand if you don't want to though xx

Okay, so I had to look up what hanahaki disease was, but I’m totally down with this. I’m kind of using this opportunity to write a fic about two of the boys that I think need love the most. This is gonna be full of angst for multiple reasons, and I did change the plot just a little bit to make it slightly angstier. I hope you enjoy!!

Word Count: 2788

Warning: NSFW, angst, cursing

Coughing Up the Sun (Paul x reader, Dwayne x reader)

Hanahaki diease. You had been familiar with it, but you never thought it would happen to you. You hadn’t even known that you’d been a carrier until you became friends with a particular blonde rocker.

You two had just been friends at first. You’d met at a concert, and you’d quite literally bumped into him. He’d been thrashing and dancing wildly along with the music, and he let out a loud,

“Yeah! Mosh pit!” When someone pushed you from behind and you bumped into him. He bumped you back, and he quickly said, “Shit, my bad.” When he nearly knocked you into the sand. He grabbed you before you could fall, and your eyes had met crystal blues. He gave you a wide, lazy smile and offered to let you on his other side, where things were a bit more tame. He had an infectious smile and a laid back attitude, and he was far from shy. He talked to you practically the entire night. He made sure you were okay, and eventually managed to weasel out of you that yes, this was your first rock show. He helped keep you out of the pit for the rest of the night, and guided you out of the crowd after the show. He’d told you his name and asked for yours, and the two of you had been friends ever since.

You only saw him on the boardwalk. While you had only just met, he warmed up to you immensely. His personality shined brighter than the sun, and his smile was warmer than any mid-day rays. When he saw you on the boardwalk, he practically screamed your name. When you turned around, he was bounding up to you like an excited puppy. At first, you just thought that the two of you would be really good friends.

You tried to ignore the way his smile made your stomach flutter, or how his hair always seemed to frame his face so perfectly. And those eyes? They were were your favorite shade of blue. You nearly lost your voice every time those eyes would stare into yours. He always teased you for being quiet, but, truth was, you normally weren’t. You clammed up whenever you saw him, and he left you at a loss for words. He could make you laugh the entire night, and your heart would practically beat out of your chest whenever he would join. Only for it to ache every time you had to leave.

Then, the scratching started. You itched your neck. You felt like you had something stuck in it, no matter how many times you would clear your throat. When you saw Paul that night, he looked a little worried. He offered to get you some water, and, when he left, you coughed. It had only been a single cough, but something had climbed up your throat. You reached into your mouth, and pulled out a single yellow petal. Like a sunflowers.

You knew what this meant. Your heart sank, and you quickly crushed it in your hand and tossed it away before he could see. He handed you the water, and you drank it down quickly. It did nothing to ease your throat, but you thanked him anyways. He smiled at you, and suddenly you wished you had never met the beautiful boy in front of you.

It didn’t keep you away from him. You knew it was stupid. There were only a few ways to get rid of the disease. You either had to get it surgically removed, fall out of love, or have him love you back. The last option seemed impossible, especially when you saw how easily he won any girl over. You would watch as he’d win girls presents from the claw machine, how he’d lean down and whisper sweet, flirty words in their ear, and how he’d lead them to the beach. Of course, he’d never be seen with the same girl twice, but it did nothing to ease the scratchiness in your throat. The constant growth of the flowers that crawled towards your lungs.

You became familiar with his other friends, and even started coming back to the cave with them. It would hurt your heart whenever one of the boys would tease you by calling you Pauls girlfriend, and it would ache even more whenever he would quickly deny it. He’d say you were like his little sister, and you could feel the flowers grow from his subtle rejection. After a short while, they stopped making those teasing comments. You never knew why, but you were grateful. Every rejection made the flowers grow, and they’d inch farther and farther down your throat.

Paul pushed you to hang out with the boys more and more, and soon they were your friends too. David’s authoritative aura, Dwaynes quiet nature, and Marko’s mischievous air became all too familiar. Sometimes they would ask that you ride with one of them instead, and Paul would encourage it. You’d feel the flowers inch up your throat, and you’d choose Dwayne each time.

He was Pauls opposite. He was quiet and mysterious, the moon to Pauls sun. It would offer you a small amount of relief to be out of his rays, and you’d like to think his darkness starved your flowers of the sunlight they so desperately needed to grow. He’d follow behind the rest, and would be clearly careful when it came to driving. As if he was carrying precious cargo. He was the only one who didn’t make you dizzy or want to puke when he drove. The wind would whip through your hair, but you wouldn’t be afraid. You could rest your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, enjoying the ride instead of being so scared you screamed the entire time.

Dwayne was always like that. While Paul did his best to get a reaction out of you, Dwayne simply stuck to your side. You found that he didn’t make you nearly as nervous, even if most people were intimidated by him. You saw the kindness behind his quietness. He’d ask you what you wanted to do, ask you about your life and your dreams, and hang onto every word. He wouldn’t crack jokes and switch to a lighter topic. Sometimes you’d have conversations so deep you’d almost forget that Paul was even there. Almost. When he told you things about himself, you listened. You knew it was rare for him to talk, and even rarer for him to share, so you took those moments seriously. You’d always nod and smile, encouraging him to go on. Quickly, the two of you were almost as close as you and Paul.

You’d been drinking and talking the entire night, and one of the boys had asked what your favorite flower was. You’d subconsciously scratched at your throat at the mention of flowers, and your throat burned. It willed you to cough, to push the petals out of your mouth. But you resisted. You’d forced yourself to grow used to it. The more you coughed, the quicker it would progress. You, stupidly, wanted as much time with him as possible, even if it only made you worse. It distracted you from the randomness of the question and you blurted out your answer,

“Daisies. I like blue ones.” You said, and the boys hummed in response. Blue, like Pauls eyes. You were sitting in-between Dwayne and Paul on the couch, and you didn’t notice how three of the boys looked at the brunette. You didn’t notice how he looked at you, how his arm wrapped around the back of the couch behind you, or how his fingertips gently brushed the tips of your hair. His touch was so light, you couldn’t even feel it. Quickly, Marko asked Paul the same question. He thought for a moment, and you ached to cough. To let the petals rush out of your mouth and give you momentary relief.

“I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it before. I guess, I don’t know, maybe-” The flowers were tightening in your throat, pushing up, up, up, and you couldn’t stop yourself from saying,

“Sunflowers.” You interrupted. The air changed, and all the boys looked at you. They looked confused. “You like sunflowers.” You clarified, and four pairs of eyes stayed trained on you. You refused to look at any of them, especially into the blue eyes besides you. You were desperate to cough. It felt like you had an entire sunflower in your throat, and you cursed him inside your head. Of all flowers, why one of the biggest ones? Paul replied,

“Yeah, I guess so. I used to eat the seeds when I was a kid.” He said, and you nodded. Of course. It made sense. It wasn’t the flower, it was the seeds. That night, after Dwayne drove you home, you’d spit up the very seeds Paul had told you about.

You were running out of time. You knew that now. You couldn’t stop yourself from coughing anymore, and were hesitant to go to the boardwalk. You couldn’t control it. You couldn’t control the petals that escaped your mouth, and your parents had nearly had a heart attack when they saw you cough up an entire sunflower at dinner. They yelled at you, cried, and asked why you hadn’t told them. They told you that you needed to get the surgery as soon as possible. You asked them for one more night. You just wanted to enjoy his rays for one last night, before the warmth inside you was snuffed out.

Paul seemed to have other plans. He’d been ignoring you almost completely the past few weeks. He busied himself with a new girl almost immediately, and you were left in the company of the other three. You sat next to Dwayne on the railing, and you could feel the flowers inching in both directions. Not only up your throat, but down towards your lungs. Soon, you’d suffocate. When you watched him with that girl, you almost wished you already were.

You hadn’t been surprised when David and Marko left your side. They went to go find their own amusement for the night. Dwayne wasn’t the type. He would keep you company, and had been for many nights. But, for once, his darkness offered you no comfort. He cleared his throat, and you thought he was trying to get your attention. You turned your head just as he coughed, and you saw the strangest thing. You watched a few petals fly out of his mouth. Daisy petals. Blue ones. You stared as they floated down to the wood of the boardwalk beneath your feet, and his head was quick to snap to you when you looked up. You’d seen. You knew. Suddenly, you felt an entire flower coming up your throat.

You turned away as you coughed, hacked, and yanked out the flower that threatened to choke you. Dwayne was at your side in a second, and he watched as the sunflower fell to the sandy dunes below. It burned, like you had just coughed up a white heat. Like you had just coughed up the sun. He rubbed your back, and you had tears in your eyes when you looked up at him. Neither of you said a word. Both of you knew. The tears flooded over, and Dwayne pulled you into his chest. You knew it was cruel, cruel to him in a way that you could certainly understand, but you needed the comfort. You needed to have someone hold you. Someone who understood. He took you off the boardwalk and into the sand, and he held you as you let your heart ache for both of them.

You two sat in the sand, and he rubbed your back and shushed you as your sobs wracked through you. Paul didn’t love you, and he wouldn’t love you. You knew why now. He wouldn’t come between Dwayne’s chances, especially if it meant suffocation. Whatever chance you had was gone the minute Dwayne coughed up the first petal. You wanted to be angry at him, punch his chest, scream at him. But you couldn’t. Instead, you let him pull you into his lap, and he let you empty your feelings into his neck.

You wished you loved him back. But, his eyes were brown instead of blue. His hair was a straight and brown instead of a mess of blonde waves. He rarely smiled, and he rarely laughed.

But he comforted you when you cried. Even when you were sure by doing so he made the own flowers crawl down his throat. He didn’t warm you like the sun, but, instead, he calmed you like the night. He swallowed you up in his arms, like how the darkness swallows up everything it touches. He was quiet and he was calm, but, in that moment, you realized he still shined. Pale like moonlight, but a light nonetheless. You’d seen it in the rare smiles he’d given you. You sniffled and sighed into his neck, and you tightened your arms around his shoulders. For a moment, you thought you could. Then, you decided you would.

You lifted your head, and you stared into his dark eyes. He stared back, and they showed no clue as to what he was thinking. At least to untrained eyes. You had been around him long enough to see that he was unsure, and maybe even a little sad. You didn’t think when you leaned in, and pressed your lips against his. He didn’t move, and you kissed him harder. You willed the flowers inside your throat to die. Of course, that wasn’t how it worked, but it wouldn’t matter by tomorrow. You’d get the surgery, and you’d forget any feelings you had for Paul.

Finally, he kissed you back. He held your jaw and there was an eagerness that you’d never seen from him before. He kissed you passionately and slow, and his lips were so soft and plush against yours that you didn’t even mind that you were left breathless when you pulled away. You pulled away for air, and he pulled you back in the moment you sucked in a breath. He rolled you over and he kissed you hard, and you could practically feel that he was willing you to love him instead. To cure the flowers in his throat. It would take time, but you knew it would be easier when the ones in yours were gone. You kissed him like he was a life-line, even though you were technically his.

He made love to you on the beach, and showed you what it would mean to be his instead. Soft, gentle touches and the soft sound of skin slapping against skin. Calloused hands running down your chest, caressing instead of grabbing. Stubble scratching lightly against your neck as he kissed down your throat. He pulled moan after moan from your lips, and he held you as if he’d break you. You tangled your hands in his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist. You pulled him closer, begging a love for him to bloom inside you instead. Your name was a mantra on his lips, and he pressed his forehead against yours as he came closer and closer to his release. When you two finished, his was the name that fell from your tongue.

He drove you home that night and he kissed you the same as before. It lingered with unspoken words, words that you didn’t need to hear. The petals spoke loud enough. You got the surgery, and the feelings you felt towards the blonde-haired boy were gone when you woke up. Your heart was no longer occupied, and you realized just how fresh the air felt going down your empty throat. You sought out Dwayne the next night you went to the boardwalk. You didn’t know if you’d be able to love him the same way you’d loved Paul, but, when you looked at the blonde, you didn’t feel an inkling of what you felt before. It was gone completely. His smile was just a smile, and his eyes were just eyes.

Dwayne wasn’t your sun. He didn’t burn or blind you with his rays. He didn’t make you so nervous that you couldn’t speak. He made you calm, serene. He comforted you and held you close. He kissed you and he never looked at anyone else. He whispered words to you he’d never say to any other person. His smiles became more and more frequent, and his rumbling voice became music to your ears. He was your moon, and you complimented him like the stars. Your worries slipped away when Dwayne stopped coughing. Soon, he told you that he didn’t even feel a scratch in the back of his throat. It was gone, and you knew what that meant. You loved him back just as much as he loved you.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys x reader #paul the lost boys #the lost boys paul #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys dwayne

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