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Two can play at that game... Part 1 (Mammon x M/C) 18+

Heyyyo guys Okie I finally finished this fic!!! FRIGGIN FINALLY!!!!!

But anyway this fic was requested byyy @memekingofwwiii. Thank you sooooo much for the request love!! I had so much fun with writing this fic and I really am sorry its taken so long but I hope that it lives up to what you were expecting!!! Hopefully i’ll have the next part up soon but yeah okay so it is 18+ and I have taken some liberties about writing it in terms of the other characters but anywhoooo I hope you like it!!!!

Request: Ok... so it’s headcannon that Mammon is actually hella powerful and scary when pissed but because he has such good control over his emotions he never goes out of control unlike his brothers (and Nephew, Satan is Luci’s son, fite me m8) so I’m kinda thinking what would happen if MC genuinely tried to provoke him, making him jealous and possessive to the point where he snaps and fucks MC into his mattress (doggy style) in his demon form. (1/2)\

Warnings: not many in this part beside light kissing and spanking/ Unedited

(next part thoooo)

Your eyes ran up and down yourself in the mirror... You frowned.

You then pulled your skirt slightly higher up, pinning the sleeves of the off shoulder top slightly lower. It caused your cleavage to show a little better over the sweetheart neckline of your top. Giving yourself a look over again you smirked.

You looked bomb and you friggin knew it!!

You had done a good job riding the line of sexy and yet innocent if you do say so yourself. Your black skirt hugged your curves very nicely, as it ran down your thighs stopping just a bit before your knee. It wasn’t particularly short but it rode higher when you walked and considering tonight was going to be spent dancing... Again you smiled to yourself. You had paired this with a mustard yellow top. It had a sweet heart neckline with sleeves which fell off your shoulders. The sleeves gave you a chance to wear the new white lace lingerie set you had invested. The white a nice touch and added to the look you were going for. It was a bit long though so collecting some of it at the back you tucked it into the skirt. This made quite the show of your behind but you didn’t mind... If anything it was going to help achieve your goal. All of this had been paired with gold jewellery; rings, a thin gold choker and a pair of hoops. Your hair was silky and straight, some of the front strands you had pinned back the rest falling around your face that was sporting natural makeup with gold highlights here and there and finally a pair of black boots that had white laces.

For once you knew you looked amazing and you knew without any doubt you were going to get you want!

You were finally going to get Mammon riled up and more jealous and possessive than he already is. You knew it was slightly cruel to toy with him like so but you were also sick and tired of him edging around his and your feelings as he tried to pretend like he didn’t like you. You understood that given the way his brothers teased him relentlessly he had to put up a tough front but you weren't telling him to drop that... all you wanted was for him to let go of it when you were alone. You had tried to get him to do that through the cutesy and sweet way but it hadn’t worked so you were left with this last resort, which was to get him to snap and you were certain it was going to work.

You at first had been trying to figure out the logistics such as when, where and who would you use to get him all riled up but the perfect opportunity had come with Diavolo and his insistence on spending time together. He had been visiting the dorm one day when he suggested that all the boys, the angels and the humans go out together and just relax and have some fun. Something we all deserved after all the stressful events. Given everything was being sponsored by him no one minded but no one had any smart ideas as to what we could do. The surprising idea to go to a club was pitched by none other than Lucifer.

“Why don’t we all go together to The Fall? Diavolo can have several booths booked for us, I can pick up liquor for all of us, we can even have Barbatros pick some up from the human realm for M/C and Solomon... I think it would be nice. It gives everyone a chance to get dressed up and we can all dance and let of some steam?”

At first no one had answered all too shocked by the fact that Lucifer had suggested this but his next line had you instantly agreeing.

“I work at The Fall quite often for our M/C here, I could get the DJ to play human realm music... M/C could make a list of the songs and with the right incentive i am sure he wouldn't mind?”

You were instantly up telling him you’d give a list to him by tomorrow morning. Everyone was aware that as nice and hardworking as you were you couldn't say no to a party and one with music you knew you danced well too... your excitement had rubbed of on everyone and soon they were all agreeing.

Each song you had picked was pointed in every way, from the words to the melody, to the dance you were supposed to do. The one piece of puzzle that had taken the longest though was who would you use? Who would make Mammon snap… at first you considered one of his brothers. You knew by now that more than a few had their eyes on you… Lucifer came to mind specifically especially given you may have had some feelings for him at first but you felt that was too cruel.

Thats when you thought about your fellow human Solomon. He would be perfect… You both had had some fun of your own earlier in the year at a party Asmo had taken you too before Mammon’s feelings had been made clear. Since then you had always seen the lingering glances of the sorcerer as you talked, his lingering touches when he hugged you. If all this didn't go the way you wanted it to you knew you had Solomon to fall back on. A bonus to all this was that despite Solomon being a magic being and whatnot he did listen to pop music in the human realm and you knew first hand he could keep to a beat... if the last party was anything to go by. You both had taken over the floor together and according to Asmo it was so hot the demon of lust was left fanning himself and blushing.

You felt that excitement deep within you; it was time to see why Mammon was the second demon lord of Devildom. You continued to think about what was going to happen as you collected your white cardigan, a small sling, DDD... Excitement, arousal, slight fear bubbling in your core when a knock on your door startled you. You recognised the voice as Satan’s. He didn't come in he just spoke though the door.

“M/C we are all ready so we will wait for you by the front door. Please hurry Asmo is insufferable!”

You giggled at that and after having a quick glass of water and reapplying your chapstick you were good to go. You made your way down the stairs and though your eyes remained on the stairs in front so you didn't fall, you felt the eyes of the boys follow you as you made your way down.

Lucifer had been the first to see you walk down, one arm on the banister the other holding your cardigan. Lucifer instantly covered his mouth with his gloved hand as your entire body came into view his cheeks burning red. His eyes ran up your legs that seemed so long in this outfit despite you having a short stature. Your skirt riding up as you walked; all he wanted was to run his bare hands along those curves. His eyes took in the gold highlights along your hands then running up to see the hints of your cleavage that deepened when you moved a certain way. Your neck being wrapped with that choker and finally your angelic face that held an innocent smile and a light blush. It was your eyes though that made it hard for Lucifer to remain composed, those eyes knew exactly what they were doing to him and the others by the looks of it. Instead he lightly coughed before offering you his signature smirk. Taking your hand in his and pulling you slightly closer to press a light kiss to your forehead.

“You look absolutely radiant M/C.

You blushed in return before leaning up and kissing his cheek as well. (He had to bend down)

“Thank you lucifer… You don't look so bad yourself.”

Lucifer was feeling many things in that minute but the biggest feeling he could pin point was hurt pride as he looked at you being surrounded by his brothers. The boys always seemed elated whenever you wore one of their colours; it was a sign of dominance over the others; you had picked them over the others and tonight you most certainly had. Lucifer’s pride was hurt that you had picked Mammon over him; his pride was hurt over the fact that tonight when people looked at you even if you weren't on any of their arms even if you weren't next to them everyone would know who you belonged to just with those colours.

The other brothers were not faring any better. Levi had never in his life felt this much envy for anything or anyone before. He so desperately wanted to complain about the injustice that was occurring with the clothes you had worn. Not just because now no one else in the club would compare but because you were clearly stamped as Mammon’s with the colours you wore. Satan felt every fibre of his being screaming to throw you over his shoulder and show you just what that outfit was doing to him but again the colours screamed whose you were. Asmo was the most perfect being there ever was but there was no competition in his mind as to who came second; You. He took your hand and spun you around making you give them all a full view of what they all could only look at as he giggled along with you.

“Oh my M/C! Don't you just look so cute!! You're an absolute doll love and you're going to be turning some heads today aren't ya? I mean obviously not as many as me but still!”

You blushed with all the compliments Asmo was throwing your way, but you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks Asmo though as always no one can compare to you!”

“Oh I love you M/C! Can we keep her forever?”

Everyone shared a chuckle over that though Beel was too busy running his eyes up and down your body. God you were a full meal and he would like nothing more than to sit and eat you forever, instead he gave you his signature adorable smile.

“It looks like someone is going to have fun… I am glad!”

“Awww Beel we all will!”

You giggled and tilted your head slightly giving him the smile you usually reserved for Beel. He looked away just so he didn't eat you whole right then and there. Belphie had had enough time to get over his shock but not enough time to pick his jaw off the floor as you came and pinched his cheek.

“You like it Belph?”

“Yeah… You look nice!”

Is all Belphie could manage as he blushed bright red looking at anything but you. As sweet as all the boys were being you still didn't feel good cause you didn't see the one person you did all of this for; Mammon. You voiced your confusion.

“Where’s Mammon?”

“I sent him ahead so he could check everything was in order”

Lucifer mentioned behind you as he placed one hand on the small of your back leading you outside, he used the other to open the door while the other boys bickered over who would walk next to you and hold your hand just incase you fell. You felt a small disappointing tug but did your best to cover it with a smile as you all started to head out; you wanted to see Mammon. The bickering put a smile on your face that only actually reached your eyes when you saw Solomon and the Angels waiting outside by the gate. They were still talking when they turned around to greet you, though Solomon could not seem to form words as he looked at you.

Simeon laughed under his breath though even he had to admit that despite the natural beauty you seemed to hold all the time you were practically glowing like an angel as they saw you all walk out.

You were tucked into Lucifer’s side his cloak partially covering your own shoulders. He had noticed your shivering the minute you stepped out despite the cardigan. Usually the weather of Devildom was fine but you were usually in your uniform, the heavy and bulky clothing was fine, this was different. Lucifer did not in anyway mind, he hoped that tonights excursion may help you remember some of the earlier feelings you had for him. You on the other hand wished Mammon was here. He would complain so much while shrugging his own jacket off and would then force you to wear it. The thought made you smile brighter.

Solomon quickly pulled himself together as you held your arms out to hug him while Simeon greeted the others. You felt the warmth Solomon was emanating as he wrapped his arms around you, his lips lightly pressing to your cheek. You returned the favour before stepping away, though his touch still seemed to linger.

“Excited?” You asked

“Certainly! Even more so now that i've seen you… However I did have to ask what music have you told Lucifer about?”

His compliment made you blush but you quickly answered.

“Oh you'll see soon enough! You will save at least one dance for me right? … though it might be difficult with all the girls who will fawn over you”

You giggled at that. Solomon was quite popular among the ladies as much as he didn’t want to admit it and since some of your friends from RAD were joining you knew he would have his hands full. He blushed at that.

“It’s human music M/C! All the dances will be saved for you! Let’s show these demons what it means to dance and party in the human realm huh?”

“I can’t wait!”

After laughing it of you turned towards Simeon, his radiant and calm smile put my nerves at peace though I could only assume he would not approve of what I was doing here.

“Ah M/C you look absolutely beautiful as ever!”

“Aww Simeon you're too generous!”

“Not at all lamb especially when the comments are warranted. Wouldn't you agree Lucifer?”

“Absolutely Simeon! I would go as far to say as its still not enough”

You hid your face in your hands as the both of them laughed. Your poor heart could not take so many compliments. At the same time they were background noise for you because the main persons reaction you were waiting for was still not given.

You all started walking towards the club as it wasn’t a long walk. You, Solomon, Beel and Belphie were walking together, though he conversation was light and playful you could see the way Solomon kept looking your way with a gentle smile. For a minute guilt tugged at your heart when you met his grey eyes. They seemed so soft and warm as he blushed at looked away. Was it right to toy with his feeling like so? But at the same time he had made it very clear last time that he wasn't looking for a relationship… You were. As much as you were playing a fiery game with Mammon you knew that he would stick around despite the circumstances of where you both were from.

You tried not to sit on these thoughts as you walked instead looking at Beel who had snuck some food into his pockets and was slowly eating it hoping Lucifer doesn't catch him. You laughed along with the others and as you walked you also let yourself enjoy the night for what it was meant to be. A party with your friends!

As you guys reached the entrance of the club a familiar figure came into view. His white hair stood out in the darkness, the signature yellow jacket he always wore slightly rumpled but somehow still made him look good. Your heart skipped a beat as Mammon started coming into view. You suddenly felt shy… this was stupid, why would he like your outfit? Maybe he wouldn't even notice you wore his colours... you felt your heart drop at the thought; you really needed some liquor. Your feet slowed down so you were at the back of the group with Levi who started to tell you about his game.

You heard Mammon start to talk as he still hasn't seen you but when you heard him say your name you felt heart quiver and you regained some of your confidence.

“What took ya guys so long huh? I've been waiting here for ya forever, they said unless all of us came together they wouldn't let me in so i didn't check nothing So i don't know if they have done shit… Where’s M/C by the way? I don't see her nowhere!”

You smiled at the fact that the first thing he thought about was you and where you were. Your confidence was returning though you still felt timid so you lingered back. Lucifer went to talk to the demon in the front whereas you were pushed to the front by the others. You immediately blushed and tucked your hair behind your ear as Mammon finally laid his eyes on you.

“M/C! Whats all that bout huh? Hidi– M/C…”

Mammon’s brain went blank as he finally looked at you, the words dying on his lips. He even felt his mouth fall open slightly. You looked absolutely beautiful… His eyes roamed over the clothes that he did think were too short and low cut for his liking but right now his brain had not caught up with his body and he could not say anything as he continued to drink you in. The black skirt and yellow top with the touches of white across your entire body were doing things to him… well actually were making him want to do things to you. The gold highlights and touches that sparkled when some light hit them, the white straps of your bra… Fuck him!! His eyes took a full minute just drinking what you wore, not that you weren't beautiful in day to day life but for everyone this was the first time you had dressed up. If you did this everyday the boys would not be able to cope completely.

He finally let his eyes wander to your face.Your skin seemed to sparkle under the dim lights coming from the club. Lucifer had called out to everyone and while the group made their way Mammon continued to look at you. The smile you gave him had him weak in the knees but it was your eyes that had him dying. They reflected the purple lights of the club but honestly they seemed to be glowing with a light of their own. Mammon had never in his life seen something sparkle like this and he wanted nothing more than to look into them forever. But he also saw a gleam of mischief under that innocence, a mischief that looked like it would be big trouble for him… Maybe not in the way he was with Lucifer but something quite similar.

“M/C... I... You look–”

Mammon stumbled over his words actually he didn't have any… nothing in his vocabulary could aptly capture your image.

“Mammon, M/C You guys needed to hurry up!”

Mammon was startled out of his stupor by Asmo’s perturbed voice as you hid a small giggle behind your hand. You then looked at Mammon and smirked before starting to walk up. Mammon shook himself and hurried up after you. You both followed in behind Belphie who turned back to make sure you were there. Belphie grabbed your hand while being pulled in by all the people and you in turn grabbed Mammon’s. You felt the warmth emanating from his palm as he stumbled over his words.

“M/C whaddya doing? Oh... “

The sheer amount of people at the front showed him why you grabbed his hand. The small size of your palm compared to his made his stomach jump for some reason as you squeezed. As you finally passed the bustling entrance you could already feel the eyes of many demons wandering up and down your body. You felt a bit nervous noticing the cocky smirk some fo them threw your way and so did some of the others mainly Mammon. He watched how demons were looking at not just a human but a beautiful one at that. Mammon’s body bristled behind you as he squeezed your hand tighter. You lost focus though as familiar faces came into view and you heard your own name over all the chatter.

You saw the excited faces of some of your friends from RAD and slipping out of Belphie and Mammon’s grip you went up to greet them. Their excitement rubbing of on you and plus you wanted to give Mammon some space, a teasing glance here and there but otherwise you wanted him to come to you. So throwing a smile to the boys you urged them to go to the tables Diavolo had booked. Mammon growled under his breath as he saw your friends surround you. He didn't like the way they seemed so over friendly, throwing arms around your shoulder, some around your waist… It didn't matter if there were guys or girls. You were Mammons. The thought made him blush and so he hurried after his brothers.

After exchanging pleasantries and even catching one or two of the girls you were closer to up on the plan you had placed, you made your way to the boothes where all the boys seemed to be sitting and talking. Yes thats exactly why you come to a club, to sit and and talk you thought to yourself.

You reached the tables with a smile still present on your face. You turned to Diavolo who despite his usual poise looked amazing. His tan skin seemed to glow with excitement and he held his signature adorable smile, you never could take this man seriously when he smiled like that but you could also read the amusement on his face and you were sure it had something to do with making the brothers squirm. As nervous as that made you you still took his hand that he had held out to you. Lifting your hand up to his lips he placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles before spinning you around. You laughed at that and twirled for him.

“M/C you are beautiful on any given day but you seemed to have transcended even that my dear you look absolutely gorgeous!”

“Oh god Diavolo! You flatter me but thats definitely not true”

You responded with a laugh thankful for the dim lighting of the club so the blush was not visible. None of the boys were having that though as they all chimed in with how beautiful you were. You tried to hid your face in your hands as Diavolo laughed at your expression. He then got up and pulled you in for a hug.

“No need to be modest dear, it’s the first thing the boys mentioned at seeing me.”

Diavolo whispered into your ear. You pulled away from the hug with a simple thank you before starting to take your jacket and bag off which Lucifer handed to someone who waiting on hand. It occurred to you looking at the tables that there wasn't anywhere for you to sit. Before the boys could jump and offer you their own seats an idea popped into your head and though you hadn't planned on making it so obvious you thought it wouldn't hurt and might move things along faster so instead of taking the boys up on their offer you moved Solomon’s hand and then as gracefully as you could manage you sat in his lap. The conversation between the group died at that. You peaked a glance at Mammon’s face and it took all your self control not to burst out laughing at that image. His face had turned bright red, you could see his sharp teeth poking out as he lowly growled. Though drowned out by the noise surrounding you it still made the hairs on your neck stand up and the excitement for what was about to come once again burned in your stomach. You looked around at all their faces innocently and then turning back you looked at Solomon’s Red and choked expression.

“I was problem solving though if you don't wan–”

Before you could finish the sentence Solomon had placed one hand of his on you hip the other on your waist. His confident and know-it-all grin returned as the colour of his eyes became darker.

“Not at all M/C,”

Solomon said this out loud for the others to listen to. Though the boys did not like the sight of you sitting in his lap and be all cozied up with him it doesn't seem like they have a choice. However there was one boy who was not going to take this sitting back.

“No, No, No, NO, NO, NO, NO – absolutely not M/C! Get up! Get up! Get up nowwww… If yer gonna sit in someone’s lap its gonna be mine. I am yer first man ya know that!!”

Before much else could be said by anyone, you were pulled from Solomon’s lap into Mammon’s as he grumbled and mumbled under his breath,

“Stupid human, going and getting me all bothered for no reason when she’s ma human and knows that…”

The mumbling continued as Mammon firmly wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you into his chest and resting his chin on your shoulder. Again it took all of your self control not to audibly awwwww at the big baby, instead you gave Solomon an apologetic smile as he returned yours with his own before leaning back against Mammon and getting comfortable.

Conversation resumed as someone passed you a drink. Despite Mammon sulking for a bit it was a fun time as you all laughed and joked about everything. Sometimes some of the boys would get up to get drinks again or would be on the dance floor though the more everyone drank the more the latter seemed preferable. You had had a couple of drinks so far and though you were drunk you could feel the light buzz as you had sat in Mammon’s lap. He himself also seemed to be more relaxed after the liquor. What you were waiting for was your music which so far had not made itself known. As nice as the Devildom music was all you could do was bop your head along with it, its not something you knew how to dance to. You remembered when you had finally got your actual phone and could listen to your own music and the way you danced. It was even liked by your friends so much so that you had taught them as well to dance.

The idle chatter continued when you finally heard the first few notes of your favourite song to dance to… at least the specific dance you had in mind. Your eyes met Solomon’s across the table and the smirk he had is all you needed. He got up for his seat and walking to you he held his hand out. Your excitement was now taking over every fibre of your being you took his hand and Solomon easily pulled you out of your seat. You threw Mammon a wink over your shoulder as he fumbled in his seat.

Mammon so desperately wanted to pull you back in his arms and he would have if it wasn’t for that stupid excited smile on your face, You seemed so happy to dance to the song that he didn’t have the heart to stop you. At the same time he didn't know the beat of the song and was worried he wouldn't be able to keep up. He resigned himself to just sitting and sipping his drink, letting his anger fester. His anger at the way Solomon and you had been interacting had been slowly growing and he already felt a bit out of control with his emotions after all the liquor and so to do this as not the best decision but what else could he do. He had remained uncharacteristically quiet throughout and that was because he had figured out what you had been up to this entire evening. Yes it had taken him time but as he thought about the colour of your clothes, the way you left teasing touches across his arms and face or the way you lingered on him but then turned your attention to the others; you wanted to make him jealous and as much as he hated it he also wanted to see how far would you go… would you able to push him into losing control like he was sure you would or would he be able to keep his cool?

The dance floor was starting to empty as people didn't know the song though your friends and some of the brothers remained. You smiled at them as Solomon finally turned you around and then pulled you into his body. His one leg spread yours as you both started to move you hips in time with each other. His hands came to wrap around your waist as he placed his head in the crook of your neck where he left the lightest of kisses. Your own head was resting on his shoulder as you looked at Mammon with half lidded eyes, a smirk on your features. You then rested your hands on Solomons as he caressed your body before the song picked up tempo and so did you.

You both danced in time to the beat, you would pull away only for Solomon to spin you right back into his arms. You hair flying around you as you twirled into his arms this time being face to face. You wrapped one arm around his neck as you moved your ass from side to side giving Mammon a good view of what he was missing. You pulled away from Solomon as you both first moved away from each other and then walked back towards each other. You felt Mammon’s eyes as well as everybody else is as you continued to dance; seems like you were putting on a show as you flipped your hair to one side. Your eyes remained on Mammon, and when you saw a crack appear in the glass he was holding you knew you were hitting on something.

Mammon was dying, he was hanging onto his sanity by a very small fucking thread as he watched Solomon touch and feel what was and is only his; his fucking human. Mammon could feel the grip on his glass strengthen but could not care less as his eyes remained on the sway of your hips as you moved them against Solomon’s. He wasn't just mad that you were doing this with someone else but that people were watching; he saw the way Beel’s eyes ran over the curve of your ass and chest as if eating you up in his mind; Mammon saw the way Lucifer’s eyes ran up your legs and thighs undressing you just like that; Satan was watching your face and the expressions you made only imagining the ways in which your face would contort in the bedroom. Mammon was very quickly loosing the thin thread of patience that usually for him was no problem. The liquor in no way helping. Solomons hands were now drifting further as he became more daring but when he placed them on your ass as he pulled you into him, his teeth dragging you bra strap so it fell of your shoulder... Mammon lost it! Mammon snapped and god forbid anyone stood in his way as he got up.

You licked your lips as your turned your back to him. Solomon was quick on his feet as he pulled you close again, Your back to him he interlocked your fingers and wrapped both your arms around you as he led you to sway the way he wanted to. He then took you one arm and twirled you to face him. He grabbed one side of your waist pulling it into his as again his knee came to be between your legs. You swayed your ass as you threw your head back. However you straightened up when you felt Solomon grab your ass and pull you into him, his teeth dragging your bra strap down.

Before you could pull away to tell him that was a step too far the shattering of glass was heard. You looked to see a blur of yellow, white and brown as Mammon appeared between you and the other white haired boy. Just from Mammon’s tense back you could tell that this was not going to end well but you didn't think he would do anything violent… I mean he wasn't his brothers… You exclaimed his name loudly when he shoved Solomon away from you. Solomon stumbled back shocked but before he or anyone could say or do anything you felt your world turn upside down as Mammon threw you over his shoulder…

Oh boii!

You heard the shouts of some of the other brothers, namely Lucifers as he told Mammon to calm down… It obviously did not work. You tried to get Mammon to at least put you down as you started to shout his name and beat at his back.

You realised that maybe… just maybe this was going to be dangerous but you felt the excitement and arousal finally properly unfurl in your core as you felt your body becoming hot. Mammon was already half way out the entrance by the time the brothers were out of their seats none of them a match for his speed. When the demons at the front blocked him all he had to do was growl out ‘Move’ and he was already out the club as the other brothers called out for him to calm down. You could hear Diavolo’s laugh as he told Lucifer to let it go. You were now getting dizzy as you tried to get Mammon to put you down. You were happy you succeeded in your overall mission of seeing him snap but your head was starting to spin. The feeling of his warm and large hands on your thighs kept you somewhat grounded but still. You beat at Mammon’s back,

“Mammon let me down now!!! Mammon… come on, let me down this is ridiculous you cant walk all the way back like this!”

A resounding smack was heard in the empty streets of Devildom as you registered the stinging sensation to your ass. The very one Mammon was going crazy over as he made his way quickly through the streets of Devildom. You tried again to get him to let you down but you yelped out as you felt two more, one on the other cheek and the next right in the middle. Despite your skirt you felt the heat of his palm as he then slowly caressed your ass. He waited a minute before once again smacking your sensitive behind. You yelped out at both the pain from the slap and arousal that grew in your stomach.

Fuck.

You gripped the back of Mammon’s jacket as his steps grew faster and more hurried. Occasionally he would smack you ass before gently rubbing it the feeling making heat pool at your core. Fuck fuck fuck. Your surroundings were becoming familiar as you heard the gate for the dorm open up. It finally sunk in what was going to happen now as you gulped. Mammon pushed the door open with his other shoulder and booked it up the steps to his room. Mammon again rubbed your ass, his hand slipping under the skirt and pushing it up… it wasn't like anyone would catch them. The moan you let out caused him to chuckle, he couldn't wait to pull more sounds out of you. When his hand came in contact with the bare skin of your cheeks he felt himself harden more if that was possible.

He opened the door kicking it closed behind him. You didn't get long to enjoy the steadiness of the ground or the stability as he let you slide down before Mammon gripped your face with one hand and roughly pressed his lips to yours. There was a harshness to his actions that you hadn't felt before and it was new and exciting as his tongue met with yours. They danced for dominance before he won. Your hands wrapped around his neck as he pulled one of your legs up around his waist the other around your waist. You felt his hard on pressed right into your pussy and the feeling made you quake, your legs shivering. Fuck!

You moaned into his mouth as he slapped your ass again before you pulled away to breathe. He continued down your neck and you groaned in pain and pleasure as your hands ran up into his hair tugging at it causing him to growl out as he pressed your back into the door. He bit more harshly into your neck definitely leaving marks, the thought was enough to cause wetness to pool in your panties. He finally pulled away and forced you to look into his eyes, you felt shy but the look in his eyes made you shudder. It was so intense, primal and possessive. You opened your mouth to say something,

“A single word out of yer mouth and i swear ill spank that ass raw M/C.”

To emphasise his point he squeezed your ass in one hand his lips going back to your neck as he continued,

“That was a really dangerous fucking game ya played there M/C ya know that? And why? all to make me jealous huh? All to see me lose control or didya like it huh? Didya like the way they all looked at ya, the way they all looked at whats mine huh? Didya like the eyes that followed ya or was it all to piss me off?”

His words along with his wandering hands made you wet and you could feel it in your panties as you moaned. One hand trailed up to grip one of your breasts the other slapping your ass as encouragement to respond,

“Wanted… wanted to make you jealous”

you groaned out, scratching at his back when he found a particularly sensitive spot,

“Ha why? So ya could see why they call me the second demon lord huh? Is that it? Ya wanted to make me snap huh? Well baby two can play at that game. Now I am not letting you out of this room until every fucking hole of yours is dripping with our cum and every inch of your body is covered in marks made by me… Time to show ya what you want.”

Ooooof that was long but anyway hope you guys like it!! keep an eye out for the next part and if you like this please share/ like and follow :)

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* mona lisa saperstein vc * i’m so friggin excited right now , i could crap my pants ! hi y’all ya girl mae ( 21+ + she / her + est ) is here with her dramatic daughter carina ! she’s the broadway actress you didn’t ask for , yet here she fucking is ! i’m so excited to play her , i’ve never gotten to play her before + my muse is Inspired™ ! you can hit me up for plots here or on discord ! my discord is 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝖘𝖚𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖘#4904 ( can u tell i love mona lisa + parks and recs ? cause i do ) hit that little heart button so i can annoy your cute ass , okie ? thankssssssss !!

new york’s very own 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 was spotted on broadway street in 𝒸𝒽𝓁𝑜𝑒́ 𝓈𝓊𝓈𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒷𝑜𝑜𝓉𝓈 . your resemblance to 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒛 is unreal . according to tmz , you just had your 𝟸𝟺ᵗʰ birthday bash . while living in nyc , you’ve been labeled as being 𝒽𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸 , but also 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒 . i guess being a 𝒍𝒆𝒐 explains that . 3 things that would paint a better picture of you would be 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑜𝓉𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 , 𝑒𝓂𝓅𝓉𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑒 & 𝓉𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝓉𝓊𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝓊𝑒𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓈𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈 . ( i was sexually assaulted when i was thirteen by my teacher ) + ( cisfemale + she / her )

𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 : pedophilia + sexual assault

𝒷𝒶𝓈𝒾𝒸𝓈

𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 : carina dulce jacinto 𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 : cari , rinny , cj , jace ( ha - say ) 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡𝘩 + 𝑎𝑔𝑒 : august 12th , 1996 + 24 𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛 : leo 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 + 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠 : cisgender female + she / her 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑢𝑎𝑙 + 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 : pansexual + panromantic 𝑒𝑡𝘩𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 : mexican 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 : american 𝑚𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 + 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 : claudia jacinto + mateo trevino 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡𝘩 : phoenix , arizona 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 : manhattan , new york 𝑜𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑝𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 : eurydice in hadestown on broadway 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 / 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 : phillipa soo , taylor louderman , eva noblezada + anna kendrick 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 : english ( primary ) , spanish ( secondary ) , italian + french 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : passionate , eloquent , captivating , focused , observant , confident , intuitive + witty 𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 : historic , critical , indulgent , opinionated , mercurial , candid , pretentious + realistic 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 : to win a tony for best performance by a leading actress in a musical

𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

carina was born to a young single mother in phoenix , az

her father high tailed it out of the picture once he found out carina was on the way

carina’s mother had big dreams of becoming a hollywood actress , wanting to

carina’s mother was the one that pushed her daughter into acting , signing her up for local commercials + the likes until she gained some traction as a popular baby/toddler in commercials

after a few years of continuing on with commercials carina finally took a break when it was interfering with school , much to her mother’s dismay

but still carina had the acting bug + wanted to do community theater in her free time

when she wasn’t preparing for play , she’d make one up herself + act it out for her mother if she’d let her , if not she’d just rehearse by herself until she memorized all the lines she wrote

this continued into middle school , where she became “ that girl ” the theater girl

she didn’t mind the label , in fact she took advantage of it + became THE theater girl of her school

the english teacher that was also the theater teacher praised her for her work + they grew to have a very close relationship

he was a father figure that she never had

until he wasn’t

𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

mr. guzman saw how alone carina was + while for a time he was an authority figure that helped her , he soon became so much more

it started with a ride home after theater practice , the young tween had called her mother to no avail , but she hadn’t picked up + home was a two mile walk . doable , but mr. guzman saw she was in need + offered her a ride

in the car it was really the first time that carina had been alone with mr. guzman in an enclosed space , if they were alone it was usually on the stage

the drive was pleasant , they made small talk + he asked her how eighth grade was going , she was in seventh when she had him as her teacher

when they finally pulled into her driveway she thanked him + started to get out but his hand grabbed a little above her knee + soon it was moving its way up her thigh

only 13 + dubbed as “ the theater girl ” by her peers she never had any romantic or sexual experience , so she froze unsure of what to do or say

that first night it ended with a soft pat on the thigh before she was able to run out the door

but soon the rides were a regular occurrence + his hand didn’t stop at her thigh

after months of this continuing on carina lost her love + passion for theater

𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

she quit theater + became a recluse all the way up until junior year of high school

she again grew close to a teacher , this time a female teacher , her us government teacher that often brought up difficult subjects for the students to discuss

after hearing + reading about different hard topics , carina finally told mrs. reyes what had happened to her back in middle school

it was the first time that she had ever told anyone what had happened to her + though mrs. reyes pushed , carina didn’t report or tell anyone else

but with mrs. reyes by her side her senior year she got back into theater . falling back in love with the thing that held a lot of emotions for her

after graduation carina was all set to attend nyu with a double major in performing arts as well as film + media production

she moved to new york early , wanting to get a head start on moving in + earning some cash before classes started

while she was working as a barista she overheard director talking about auditions for an off broadway play + this grabbed carina’s attention

she quickly introduced herself + snagged an audition , she landed a feature role

this was the beginning of her broadway career at the mere age of 17 , something she had always dreamed of

her role in the off broadway play took her into the middle of october + in september she was already auditioning for roles in a broadway play while she attended nyu

she soon gained traction , directors were discussing her performances , even minor roles , on broadway

carina still continued to take classes at nyu but her focus had shifted from getting a degree to landing a leading role on broadway

when she was nineteen her dreams came true , she got the lead role as eliza in hamilton

from that role she sky rocketed to fame , she performed for the president , beyonce , oprah , kristin chenoweth , meryl streep + many more

carina was barely able to handle how fast her fame came , she still thought of herself as the small town girl from a working class home with a young single mom

because of how much attention hamilton was receiving , carina had to take a step back from school

she took a leave of absence , vowing that she would be back + while she’s taken some classes here + there she still hasn’t gone back fully due to her continued success on broadway

from 2016 - 2017 she was cast as sonya rostova in natasha , pierre + the great comet of 1812

in 2018 carina became regina george in mean girls

and in 2019 she claimed the role of eurydice in hadestown

new york , specifically the upper west side , has become carina’s home

𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈

( 𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 ) once the two met they were inseparable . without siblings carina thinks of them as her own family . she’ll do anything for them + hopefully vice versa !

( 𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 ) the person carina moved in with when she started out in new york . they could still be close or they could not talk at all .

( 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒐𝒓 ) they see carina + they see gullible , gullible , gullible . they’ll do anything to manipulate carina to get something for themselves .

( 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 ) anyone that carina has worked with on broadway .

( 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 ) someone that carina has worked closely with to ensure an honest + authentic performance .

#╰ ˚ ⋆ ◜ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒹 . 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 ╱ 𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝒶𝓈 › munings . ◞#wealthyhq:intro #this is kinda late but i've been working on resources soooo...#i'm gonna stick to that excuse ;)

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Love Post (fuck you guys)

ok! SO! since some people decided to show me up and do extra long paragraphs and make me a friggin playlist, obviously I had to do something too!!! this is going to be a long post, so there is heavy scrolling involved. I'm sorry.

also, i'd like to apologize to the people that i wasn't able to write stories for, be it I haven't known you enough, or im just a horrible friend (im sorry ood i will write u all the sanic fanfic) im really really sorry!!!

tbh you dont even have to read the stories if you dont want to??

PLEASE READ THIS: this is the authors note where i essentially justify the mess (or messes if you decide to read all of them) that you are about to lay ya eyes on. i wrote most of these in a non-lucid state, fuelled only by anger and lack of sleep. they aren't the most amazing things. akire, you have another note before yours bc reasons. also im on the computer there will be no emojis sorry im lazy

the story order goes!: Boo CP Fath Nom Kiki Akire ^^ roughly based on story length.

first however, i'm gonna get other mutuals their love posts!!!

@fooderaser : Ch!! The gc misses you so much aahhh i haven't talked to you in so long :(((( i'm sorry i didn't write you a story, and honestly the whole "haven't talked to you enough" is a poor excuse but really, if and when you're available i'll write you all the stories!!! you are so kind, and whenever we are blessed by your presence in the gc it's so nice! you bring this energy in that's so refreshing, and i've seen that post!! You're so beautiful!! I hope to be able to talk to you more! <3

@sambashua: Mir, I haven't known you for a long time, but you seem really nice!! I'm glad i have another friend to yell about Haikyuu!! with. SEEAASON FOUR BETTER COME OUT AND WHEN IT DOES WE SHALL Y E L L. im also glad to be a fellow cheermander, and will continue to work on the fy-charmander blog! hope we can talk more!!

@coralinfluencershark: AUD MY DOD WHO HAS A GREAT BOD (i just thought of that today are you proud) i love you sosososoossoososos much words cant even describe it. again, i'm sorry i didnt write you the sanic x peach x dobby fanfic that i know you are dying to read. YOU ARE SO SWEET AND NICE AND CARE ABOUT ISSUES AND ITS GREAT and you are a lil strange (please, if you have to, BUY a verbal filter) but you are very loved. i love spending time with you, and you never fail to make me laugh. you'RE SO COOL ADN YOU CAN SKATE and are so much smarter than you think you are. im excited for bnha season 3, so on that note, i leave you with this (i sent it to u but idk if u watched it)

@juliaplatinumerr: JU CHAAAAN !!! i love you a lot a lot we have known each other for so long and thANK YOU for still keeping in contact with me it's honestly so magical. IM SORRY I DIDNT WRITE YOU ANYTHING I HAVE NO GOOD EXCUSE i can only offer my presence (aka we should hang out sometime??) and i might go back to japan so if u want anything hmu!! really you're so nice, and reliable, and i love that i can still talk to you and help you!! really really, I love you a lot!!

alrighty now we can move onto the stories!!! i'm so sorry this is a mess. love you all. btw the love paragraphs are arguably gonna be shorter...maybe.

Truthfully, I had no idea where I was going with any of these, and the writing is mediocre at best (because I know I can do better but…haahhhh) so yeah. If anything think of them as like….random little scenarios that I wrote up in which I am not-so-discreetly complimenting y’all in about 1000-2000 words. I don’t think there’s any romance??? Like if there is its like pure n shit but im still not the most comfortable with writing self insert also age! Anyways, apologies in advance. I wasn’t lucid during the making of any of these.

paragraphs look so fugly in tumblr oml.

@caramelmacch1ato: BOOOOOOO!!! I actually love you sosos much i cant even start to describe it. You're so sweet and so smart wtf please teach me. i love reading your goodnight posts that i think you've sent nearly every night??? thats impressive damn. YOU ARE IMPRESSIVE I AM IMPRESSED BY YOU. i hope you enjoy the story i have no idea whats happening. love youuu <333

Remember

Boo had been to tons of concerts before, she’d been lucky enough to even get Meet n’ Greet tickets for Day6, where she met her bias Jae. He was funny, and strange, but also beautiful and amazing. There were still so many groups she wanted to see live, like Seventeen and Astro, but when Day6 was hosting their second live in America, she was definitely going.

Getting tickets was always a hassle, and even if Day6 didn’t have 4 billion followers (though they deserved it) you had to be clicking ‘check out’ the second the tickets were released to get Fansign tickers. Though, Boo always managed to pull through.

Fast forward about three weeks and Boo was once again lining up with a large poster board outside of the Day6 concert venue. It was a little chilly, as they were performing in February, but it was a birthday gift for Boo, so the cold didn’t bother her too much.

The anticipation killed her, “I Wait,” yeah, she sure as hell did. It took another fifteen minutes for the venue to dim, and the five members of Day6 ran onstage. Screams filled the theatre, and they didn’t stop for the next two hours. Boo’s Korean had improved since the last concert, and during the times where they would MC, she was able to pick up some words.

Her poster was a light-up one, with nine pictures of the Day6 members, and a neon title spelling out “According to this mood board, how are you feeling today?” During one of their songs, she could have sworn Jae pointed at it and laughed.

Jae had easily captured her heart, and he played a large part as to why Day6 was her bias group. He was funny, attractive, and had a beautiful voice. The fact that he spoke English was also helpful, in that she could sometimes understand him (“sometimes” because let’s face it, half of what he said was meme garbage).

The boys were doing a game section, in which they had to name their songs by the intro music as fast as they could. Whoever got the most right would draw from a lottery, and the lucky person would come up on stage to receive a prize. YoungK was winning, with Jae at a close second. Dowoon was surprisingly third, and Wonpil and Sungjin were tied for last place.

Familiar music filled the room, and the fans were shouting out the answers arguably faster than any of the boys. Jae hit his buzzer. “그렇더라고요!” he shouted eagerly. With this he was tied with Younghyun. “Or, When You Love Someone,” he followed up, remembering that the audience was English.

“I LOVE YOU JAE,” Boo screamed, her voice was hoarse from the fanchants, and general shouting, but she wasn’t fazed. Some other fans in the audience added on, and Jae bore a proud look. YoungK rolled his eyes but laughed, and Dowoon mumbled something about how he should’ve guessed that, since those were his drums.

Boo, able to pick up his worry due to her knowledge and proximity to the stage followed up with a, “YOU’RE PERFECT DOWOON.” Dowoon perked up, and others also shouted words of encouragement to him, as well as the other members.

The concert slipped away all too soon, and many were upset that their time with Day6 was over. The Hi-touch ticket holders went to give the members a quick high-five before leaving, practically worshipping their hands.

Boo got in line for the Jae Meet n’ Greet, which was very long. She was one of the last people to join, and the other lines were beginning to fill up as well. Boo watched the other people meet the members, some cried, others laughed, and a few even gave them gifts! The MyDays were very respectful though, and Boo was proud to be a part of them.

The minutes ticked by, and her poster felt heavier by the second. Boo checked her makeup to ensure she didn’t look like a total wreck. Jumping up and down, and singing along to songs was a lot more work than it seemed. Her makeup looked clean though, and there was one zit that she couldn’t cover up, but she could hide it with her hair.

“Hi there!” Jae smiled. Boo smiled back shyly, as always, he was even more beautiful in person! His smile was radiant, and despite how tired he was from performing, his face still looked energetic, like a puppy. “I’m number eight by the way,” he mentioned.

“Number eight?” Boo repeated, confused.

Jae pointed to her poster, “Yeah on your mood board! Feeling totally pumped today, I also look especially fabulous in that photo! But number two, Sungjin eating…. that’s a close one.”

Boo laughed, “I think I’m also eight. Seeing you guys really gets me excited, I love your music a lot.”

Jae grinned, “That’s good, but I’m the main reason, right? My looks are so attractive that it compelled you to buy a ticket!

“Of course,” Boo agreed jokingly.

“That laugh…you’re the ‘Okie Dokie Artichokie’ girl, aren’t you? I say it all the time to piss off Brian, he says I say it stupidly.”

Jae remembered her laugh, Jae remembered her.

“That’s because you do!” YoungK hissed. The girl that was meeting with him laughed as well.

Jae pulled his face into a strange expression, with his eyes looking upwards and a frown upon his lips. “OkIE doKiE, ArticHOkie,” he jested. His voice sounded like Goofy from Mickey Mouse, and Jae couldn’t stop himself from laughing at the end. He added finger guns that pointed at Boo.

“I’m proud,” Boo wiped an invisible tear from her eye.

“You should be, how have I never known this before?” Jae agreed seriously.

“Such ignorance for a wonderful phrase, I’m glad I was at least able to teach it to you, even though it was late.”

“As your follower in the religion of mood boards, and random phrases, I appreciate the important lesson.” The two of them continued back and forth, as their scenario grew more and more outrageous. It was when aliens were brought into the conversation that the two broke out into laughter.

“That was fun, you’re fun,” Jae exclaimed. “You’re funny too, and nice! An ideal Myday, but most importantly, you stan me! Which makes you the most ideal Kpop fan of all!”

“Well…you are my ultimate bias,” Boo admitted.

“ULTIMATE!?” Jae guffawed. He turned to Younghyun, “Hear that? I’m her ultimate bias.” Jae bore a proud look on his face. He turned back to Boo, “Well, I’m just so handsome and talented that it’d be hard not to have me as an ultimate bias! Though everyone is starting to appreciate the other members’ individual looks, which is nice. Your looks could rival even mine!”

Boo blushed at that. As much as Jae joked(?) about how godly his face was, no one could actually deny it. He was very attractive after all, and being compared to that by the man himself, Boo was half certain she was dreaming.

“Thank you, I tried hard for you tonight,” Boo smiled.

“Ah see, that’s a killer smile right there. The makings of an idol! All you have to do now is learn some Korean and it’ll be smooth sailing from there. With all your charisma and caring-ness, the companies will be fighting over you!” Jae gleamed at her.

Jae noticed the time was ticking by, and the other girls in line were still waiting. “Alright Ms. Artichokie, is there a better name I can call you?”

“Boo.”

Jae grinned and held out his hand. “Alright Boo, I hope you come to lots of concerts, and if you DO sign under a label be sure to tell me,” he winked at her, “Till then, I’ll remember you, Boo.”

@howcaniwait: CP overlord, you are truly the glue that sticks this mess of a gc together. i love you so much its actually so overwhelming for ma lil heart. you are so sweet, and you have evolved so much!! to love kpop!!!!! you're so beautiful thoSE EYEBROWS MAN and you're so easy to talk to and get along with and wE LIKE P!ATD YAAY. really you're actually one of the smartest people i know and i know sometimes it gets overwhelming but you're so smart i know you are!! again, i hope the story does some justice??? its kinda lame but whATEVER

Five Minutes

The chances that you’d meet someone famous were quite slim, and it seemed that if you were a fan of said celebrity, the chances would be even slimmer. Taken that CP didn’t live in a largely visited country for artists, to even perform in, her chances were slimmer.

But CP loved the artists that she did nonetheless. Maybe a year ago she was wary of them, and she even made fun of the people that liked them! But slowly, very slowly, she began to have a change of heart. Day6 was something different compared to the other ones she had heard of at the time. Their music was magic, and the people who made that music were beyond skilled. She fell in love with them fast, and the one who caught her eye was none other than Kang Younghyun.

He had remained her ultimate bias for a year of Kpop adventures, which involved spending a lot of time online staring at pretty boys singing, dancing, and talking. Despite all the amazing idols she had seen, nothing could top her love for YoungK of Day6.

“You hear that CP?” A hand waved in front of her face. Kiki and L were sitting in front of her, at a restaurant in Korea Town. “They don’t have any more Bibimbap,” Kiki recapped. After tons and tons of pestering from her friends, and saving up, as well as a generous Christmas gift, CP was able to meet her friends in the place where YoungK had studied, Toronto.

“Ah, then I’ll have the….” CP quickly looked at the menu, “Tteok-bokki.” It was the cheapest option.

The three had energetic conversations about Kpop stars, as all avid fans of the music. It ranged from trying to discern the song that was playing in the restaurant, to showing Kiki various images in hopes that her alter ego would come out.

“Stop!” Kiki whined, the last picture of Bambam was starting to push her off the edge.

L nodded, “Yeah, please stop we don’t need that in this nice restaurant.”

“I can’t help it! You guys are the ones showing me the images!” Kiki argued.

“In this Good Christian Restaurant?” CP ignored her friend. “Control yourself,” she gave Kiki a stern look, despite being the one showing her the images. Kiki mumbled something under her breath.

The food in the restaurant was good, and CP thought that the Tteok-bokki was actually pretty delicious. Half way through the meal L sighed loudly.

“The damn subways are closed, I have to take the bus home. I hate taking the bus,” she informed the others. Kiki laughed, she could walk home from their location. CP was getting picked up by her parents, so it wasn’t a big deal for her too. “I’m probably going to have to leave early.”

The plan was that they’d eat, then go to a Kpop store with a good stock of albums. After another fifteen minutes, L apologized before setting down some money for her portion of the meal and then leaving to catch the bus.

“That sucks,” Kiki sighed. “We can still go though, that’s fine, right?” CP nodded. They finished paying and then left for the store. The remaining snow on the ground was mostly slush, and even though the sun was out, a chill still remained in the air. CP was glad she wore her boots.

The store clerks greeted them nicely, and Kiki showed her to the Day6 section of the store, before going to buy another album to add to her collection. With the remaining $25, CP decided to buy Daydream.

“Maybe I should buy a BTR album in Toronto too…” CP wondered aloud, purposely saying it so that Kiki could hear

Kiki’s enraged expression was hardly fake, “Don’t you dare mention that name within my sanctuary of Kpop albums!”

CP laughed, “It was a joke, a joke.�� Kiki grumbled, unconvinced. The two of them left the store, that they admittedly spent far too long in. Kiki managed to find a poster of an Astro member, and the searching alone took around ten minutes.

“You want me to wait with you?” Kiki asked.

“It’s fine, don’t worry,” she assured her friend. Kiki lingered for a bit, before the cold air started getting to her. She said her goodbye, and promised to meet again.

CP had around five minutes until her parents would pick her up, those five minutes would possibly be the most fantastical five minutes of her life thus far. It started with her taking out her new Day6 album, because damnit they didn’t put their music on any platforms. CP quickly cracked it open, curious to see her photo card. She wouldn’t risk opening it anymore, lest she drop it in the slush. A picture of Wonpil staring into the camera at the beach was inside. She took it out to admire the photo. Even if he wasn’t her bias, CP was a good Kpop stan who appreciated all the members.

CP looked up for the briefest moment. She noticed someone rather tall, asking various people for something. Though, through the bustle of the streets no one seemed to stop and reply to him. CP looked closer, there was something so painfully familiar about him, and maybe it was the shock, or the sunglasses, but CP couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

“Excuse me, miss?” the man had come up to her. He had a slight accent, but his words were still clear.

“Oh! Yes?” CP responded, somewhat startled.

The man sighed, “Finally. Do you have any toonies, or tokens? The subway is closed down, and I need to take the bus. It’s been a while…I’m still not completely familiar with this section of Toronto.

CP didn’t say anything, but rummaged through a bag she had brought. She was still racking her brain, trying to think of who it was. But…it couldn’t be him. There was no way, this would have to be some shitty story that was written to the ideals of mere humans.

She handed him a token that her mother had given her just in case. “Thank you, you’re very kind,” he smiled at her.

CP knew that smile, almost as much as she knew the music that it went with. “You…you’re YoungK, right?”

Younghyun hummed. Normally he’d deny it, not cause a fuss, because even if people didn’t know you, they’d still try to take pictures just so they could say ‘I met YoungK.’ But something felt different, maybe it was her kindness, or the Wonpil picture she held between her fingers, or just a feeling, but something was different.

“I am,” he smiled again. He saw her face light up. Contrasting to all the dreary slush, and grey air, her smile and eyes were shining brightly. Her eyes were soft, but still looking at him in awe, and her smile was beautiful, big, and loving. “Would you like a signature?” Younghyun offered.

CP opened her mouth, though nothing audible came out. Instead she nodded, and held out the new album. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Thousands of thoughts, questions, and horrible conversation starters were floundering around her head, but none of them were spoken.

“Thank you,” she finally said. “Thank you so much. You…your music, your voice, everything is so amazing! You know I wasn’t a huge fan of Kpop, but I listened to you guys, and it was like a whole new sky had opened up for me.” Her voice was filled with amazement, as if she was singing praises, she practically was. CP was thoroughly grateful.

YoungK handed back the album. “Thank you,” his voice was firm. “Thank you for supporting us. Day6 would be nothing without our fans. I would just be a guy with a nice voice. You’ve given us something amazing, more than any of us could comprehend.” His eyes focused on her. “I’m glad that our fans are kind ones like you, and I’m glad I was able to change your heart. Can I call you something?”

CP was still in shock that the Kang Younghyun was talking to her, was complimenting her! “Uh…I’m known as Charlie by my friends…” she mumbled.

“Okay, Charlie, maybe we’ll meet again. Thank you so much!” he began to back away.

CP quickly sprung to action. “Wait!” she called. “Could I…could I get a picture? Is that okay?

YoungK laughed, “Sure. Really, you’re so considerate, even just asking for a picture.”

Five minutes. It had been five minutes, and her parents pulled up. CP was still going through the scenario in her head over and over again. She had met YoungK.

Just as Younghyun had met Charlie.

@lollipopp3725: FATTHHHH!!!!!! oh gods when you were added to the chat and i found out we couLD YELL ABOUT UTAITE AND HAIKYUU you saw me i was literally having a breakdown i was so happy. so thank you for putting up with all my rants about them! you're so sweet!! i loved the story you wrote, jesus that angst man. you're so nice, and so energetic aND YOUR PUNS ARE TOP QUALITY. good puns, you could call them...aJUN nice. i know you had like a few other people that you heavily biased but here's jun!

Hugs

Fath was growing a little impatient.

Weeks ago, somehow, miraculously, she had been able to buy a Seventeen album from a store and her parents were not aware of exactly what she had purchased. Fath knew that Seventeen was in Singapore for a tour, but when she opened her album to find a ballot to the fansign, she almost had a heart attack.

Fath knew that having one ballot was nothing, and there was nearly no chance of her getting into the event, but she couldn’t risk buying the album again. Even so, Fath filled out the ballot, because “nearly no chance” was better than no chance at all. Despite that, she still had little faith in the ballot. People would buy ten albums, twenty, or even fifty just to get into the fansign. It was a groundless dream.

So, when Fath received the news that she was accepted into the fansign, she went into shock for a good few minutes before muffling her cries into a pillow. Fath’s heart wouldn’t calm down – she swore it was working harder than when she did physical activity – and she kicked at the air, trying to contain her excitement.

There was only one problem now. Her parents.

They weren’t fans of music to begin with, finding it distracting, especially what they classified as “teenager music.” Kpop was worse. They disregarded anything Kpop, and Fath had remained a closeted fan in the presence of her parents.

The most Fath could do was tell them she was going out with a friend, and hope they wouldn’t question her too much. If they asked why there was a strange bulk in her bag, maybe she could say it was a book and hope they weren’t suspicious. Fath thought herself an okay liar, so she could get by. The fansign shouldn’t take more than an hour after all.

Fath only got a few, “When will you be back” and “Tell us if anything changes” before getting the approval to go out. She texted a friend to tell them about the plan, just in case her parents asked about it later.

The location of the fansign was a little far out, but it would only be a half our train ride, then a short walk. There were only a few delays on the train, which in turn resulted in an extra ten minute ride, but Fath still had around fifteen minutes before the fansign started. The air was crisp, and the sky was especially clear. Fath quickened her pace.

The building was one of the smaller ones on the block, only going up to about three stories high. The e-mail said to go downstairs, and the staff members would help guide you to the fansign location.

Fath luckily only took one wrong turn, and was quickly redirected into the proper room. About a hundred other girls were there, all bustling with excitement. It was loud, and everyone seemed to be talking to everyone. Before Fath could join into any conversation of “who’s your bias,” or “which album do you like best,” a middle-aged man stood at the front to gather everyone’s attention.

“Alright everyone, please listen carefully,” the feedback from the microphone whined, sending out a sound a little too high for humans to comprehend, but low enough just to pierce their eardrums. The man apologized, and proceeded to explain how the fansign would work.

Essentially, after Seventeen answered questions from the post-it notes, everyone would line up under who they had slotted, and they’d have a short time to chat, only about a minute. The members would sign a poster, and you could give gifts. The fansign wasn’t too strict, despite the band being Seventeen.

And that brought Fath to the present, where she was getting impatient. She had the Jun fansign slot, and was currently waiting in line to meet him. She was fine with that; the waiting was fine. What was annoying her was that she had been waiting for nearly forty minutes, and Fath was finally at the front of the line, but the girl in front of her was taking a long time. They were only supposed to have a minute when the fansign part started, but Fath was certain this girl had been clinging to Jun for nearly two minutes now. She was the last person in line, and a lot of the other lines were almost done too.

There was a sudden cry. Fath turned to see a burst of water sailing through the air. A pipe had sprung loose in the building, and the girls near it, as well as Dino were getting sprayed with water.

Chaos ensued. The water was getting more intense, as other breaks in the pipes were slowly forming. Both the fans, staff members, and Seventeen hastily ran away from the scene. After a few moments of ensuring no one was hurt, the middle-aged man stood up again.

“The fansign is now closed. We’re sorry for the inconvenience, but this is both the allocated time of closing, and considering the problem, we have to close it down anyways. If you were unable to receive the posters, please pick them up at the front,” he announced.

Most of the girls didn’t mind, they had already met with one of the members. Fath however, did mind. She didn’t care about the posters (well she did but not as much as) she cared about meeting Jun. In the crowd, she couldn’t even see him. Like the other members, he was probably already being escorted away.

Fath felt like screaming, or crying. Either were fine. She thought that maybe, just maybe she’d be able to meet her bias. She’d be able to talk to them. But it was ruined because what? A broken pipe and some insensitive girl who took too long. It was unfair. Fath was the last girl in line to talk to Jun. It was frustrating if anything, but a small part of her said “What do you expect?” All that risk with her parents for nothing.

Most of the girls had already left the room, trying to avoid the growing puddle of water. Fath followed, trudging along, when someone tapped her shoulder.

Truthfully, Fath wasn’t in the mood to talk to someone. She wanted to grab her poster and go, but the voice that spoke certainly wasn’t a fan.

“You are…l…last?”

The voice was too deep to be a girl’s, and the accent and broken English was all Fath needed to turn around to see who was talking to her.

It was Jun. He turned around to face Vernon, who mouthed him something else. “I am…sorry,” he said robotically. Fath felt like crying again, but for another reason. Jun was talking to her, Jun wanted to speak to her.

“Thank you,” she breathed.

Jun smiled at the recognizable words, “You’re welcome.” He stared a while, seeming to be thinking before opening his mouth again. “You like…something? Hand?” Jun held out his hand low enough to be a handshake, but high enough to go for a high five.

Fath noticed the other members walking out another exit. “Thank you so much! You probably have to go but…can I have a hug?”

“Hug?”

Fath felt awkward, he wasn’t too clear on what a hug was. “You…you know…arms around each other,” she lifted her arms as if pretending to go into the hug. Jun nodded and made a sound before raising his arm and hugging Fath.

It was a good hug. Jun was warm, which made Fath feel warm, and protected too. Jun lingred in the position, staying as they were for just a bit longer. Fath lightly rested her head against him, mumbling another thank you. The idol looked at her and smiled. His smile was cute, beautiful. Fath could’ve melted right then and there.

Jun pulled away, giving Fath one last smile before leaving. Maybe she didn’t officially have her fansign, but who cares because she just got to hug Jun.

@achuu-nice: nomiTH NOM NOOMMOFSNDK! i love you. you are the bestest mom i could think of anD YOU ARE SO SO SWEET!!! MUCH CARE!!! thank you for also suffering through the haikyuu angst fic, come to me and yell when you are done. no but seriously you are so nice and kind and even though i am the hype woman u give me lots of hype. so nice. I HOPE YOU ENJOY JEONGHAN. i loveeee you!!!

I’m sorry, this got out of hand

~A magical world in which nom and hannie can understand each other~

Angel

Nom was always the mother of the group. She was responsible, and always cared for her friends, regardless of whether they were actually younger than her or not. It fit, Nom the mom, Mom, and she truly loved all those dubbed as her children. But other than her name, what was it exactly that attracted people to her mom-ness? As well, would Nom ever know how it feels to be mommed? Truly, such questions were ones that could hardly ever be answered.

It was one fateful day, Nom was innocently listening to Teen, Age as she walked to buy more bird feed. Flower was booming in her earbuds, and when Jeonghan’s voice came on at exactly 2:42, she completely forgot her surroundings.

The bike came out of nowhere. She could hardly hear the bike bell over the sound of the music. She looked up to see the bike speeding towards her, and the person riding it screaming something.

It happened in an instant. Nom’s vision went fuzzy, and an incessant ringing was going off in her ears. There was a bright light, and then a warm voice.

Nom…

The voice was soft, and Nom could have sworn there was a slight echo to it. The voice was not clear, was she unconscious?

Nom…wake up…

It sounded very familiar…but something was different. If it was really that voice, then there would be an accent, and that was even assuming he could speak English. But this voice…it spoke in perfect English with practically no accent. The white light was still there, and Nom was fairly certain she was still awake.

Open your eyes…child…

Child? Did the voice call her child? When was she ever the child? Nom tried to “open her eyes,” but nothing changed. Her eyes were definitely open, and for whatever reason nothing actually hurt, despite being hit by the bike. Speaking of which, was not there. Where was the bike? Nom looked down, where was the road? She was in some strange white plane, with mist floating around everywhere.

Nom opened her mouth, seeing if she could at least talk, “My…my eyes are open. Maybe you could turn down the brightness?” Her suggestion was earnest. A soft Oh could be heard and slowly the bright light disappeared, leaving what Nom could only describe as an angel.

He had beautiful feathers, they were sleek but still fluffy that were folded to covered his body. Some of them protruded from the main structure of the wings, and others had fallen to his feet. The wings encircled his body, and a halo of light rested lightly above his long, light brown hair.

With a flurry of feathers, the angel unfurled his wings to reveal his full body. The hair was pulled into a loose braid that ended just past his shoulders. His skin was smooth, so perfect that Nom was nearly convinced what she was seeing was an actual angel. He was clad in a loose white button-up shirt, with the last two buttons not done up, and fitted black jeans. He wore white running shoes of a brand that Nom didn’t recognize, and a silver bracelet.

“Jeonghan?” Nom said hesitantly.

‘Jeonghan’ smiled at her, “So you know my name, I’m glad.” His smile seemed to literally glow.

Gathering her thoughts and courage, Nom began to ask her questions, “Are you really him? There’s no way, right? Hannie speaks Korean, he lives in Korea, in fact, if you are him you should be in Korea now.”

“Well…I suppose I am him? But not at the same time, it can be complicated. Simply put, think of me as like an astral projection of your Jeonghan, though you aren’t physically meeting, this plane and circumstance has allowed our minds to connect. Should you ever meet for real, both of you would remember this meeting and each other,” the angel Jeonghan replied.

Nom cocked her head to the side, “Circumstance? Oh…Oh yeah! Wasn’t I like, hit by a bike? Am I unconscious? Aren’t you just a figment of my imagination?” Though, if he was, Nom gave her imagination a large pat on the back, because Angel Jeonghan was masterfully thought up.

A bittersweet expression crossed Jeonghan’s face, “I’m sure you’re wondering about the wings.”

“I am.”

“Well…like I said, this plane that is invisible to normal humans is what is allowing us to meet. The wings and halo are uh…part of the job I suppose,” Jeonghan started. “Do you believe in guardian angels, Nom?”

Nom thought, “I suppose they’d be nice, but I don’t really pray to my guardian angel or anything like that."

“Well, I’m your guardian angel!” Jeonghan exclaimed. He seemed very excited, and his wings flapped, emulating his emotions. A few feathers around his feet flew up from the sudden wind.

Nom could only stare, gaping. A small laugh escaped her, though she quickly apologized.

“I suppose that’s hard to believe, after all, there are many other instances in which I could have saved you,” Jeonghan reached out to ruffle her hair. “The truth is, certain qualifications have to be met, if everyone was being saved by their guardian angel, the world would be thrown off balance, would it not?”

“Sorry, I’m still trying to wrap my head around that fact that Jeonghan is my guardian angel. I mean…I suppose him being an angel isn’t that far off but…my angel?” Nom felt truly blessed, and if this was her imagination, it was both the best and cruelest scenario it could think up.

“I really am! And you…you far exceed the qualifications needed. I’m actually the guardian angel for many people, I represent…well aside from all the major religious stuff, generally caring about others, and being a good person,” Jeonghan finished. Nom could believe that. Jeonghan was certainly caring, and he loved his members a lot. He enjoyed helping them and listening to their problems.

“So I had to be…a good mom?” Nom asked.

Jeonghan laughed, maybe it was the whole angelic thing, but it truly sounded like a bell. “You could call it that. Nom you are more than kind. You care so much for your friends, and take the time to talk to them.”

“Wait you can see the stuff I do!?” Nom’s voice was anxious.

Jeonghan grinned, “Only the stuff relevant to the whole angel thing.” Nom let out a sigh of relief. “You’re sweet, and are so nice to your friends, and try to stay mature when needed. And speaking from Jeonghan the Kpop Star, you’re a wonderful fan! You appreciate the members, and respect other fans. Truly, it’s your acts of kindness and being so sweet that allowed me to help you!”

“Oh! So you brought me to this plane because…I wouldn’t be hurt by the bike?”

“Exactly!” Jeonghan reached out to pat her on the head. “Would you like a hug? I’m very good at hugging people.”

Nom nodded, and leaned into the angel. It was warm, and a loose feather tickled her nose. Jeonghan hummed happily. “I think our time is up. I’ll do my best to watch over you, as your angel.”

@maetaamong: oghetjdfkv kiki i actually love you so much there aren't any words. gahh you picked me up at swim and was the one that allowed me to meet everyone here, and for that i am so grateful. you're so fun to be around and you cARE so much and i love you for that. thank you for putting up with my idiocy, and thank you for teaching me all~~ about kpop. i'll work hard!! i believe in your situations and i really love you sososo much !!! FIGHTING!!!

Urs are the only universe in which you personally know the idol bc u are a spoiled brat love u also somehow u can understand each other??? You probably learned Korean or smt. U like…can choose if ya in a relationship or just friends idc man there’s no kissy kissy so . also u are older

Loud

“Kiki! Look! Look at this one!” The tall boy happily bounced towards the blonde, with a book in hand. The cover was two shades of blue, and obnoxious text that looked like it was an early 2007 meme. The title was Does God Ever Speak Through Cats? and Minhyuk seemed very excited about this question.

“I know it sounds stupid, but! He brings up some really good points? Don’t you think Bay acts strangely sometimes? It has to be the work of God!” he declared, which earned a few nasty stares from other patrons.

Kiki sighed and apologized to the startled customers, “Min, you do realize we are at a public library, and you’re being very loud?”

Minhyuk’s face fell, and he pouted innocently, “Sorry…should we go somewhere else?” His voice sounded remorseful, and even though he was taller than Kiki, she resisted the urge to pat him on the head. She could practically see the dog ears flapping over in guilt.

“It’s fine, you just have to be quiet. I just want to find a good book,” Kiki said softly.

“Okay, sorry, I know how much you like to read. Whatever you buy, I’ll pay,” he offered.

Kiki turned to him, with an incredulous look on her face, “Min, this is the public library. I have a library card, there’s no need for you to pay.”

Minhyuk, slightly annoyed by this fact, just mumbled in response and went back to browse the shelves for another strange book. He wasn’t a huge fan of reading, finding that he definitely didn’t have enough patience for it, and that reading words off a page simply weren’t exciting enough for him

Though, the boy’s moodiness disappeared almost completely when he wordlessly handed Kiki another book. Teach Your Wife to be a Widow was a rather old looking book.

Kiki couldn’t hold back her laughter, “Is…is this supposed to be romantic or threatening? Calling me your wife…that’s sweet but this certainly isn’t how I thought it would go.”

Minhyuk giggled in response, “It’s both!” Another “shhh” was directed at him, to which he hastily apologized and trailed after Kiki, who disappeared into the ‘Fantasy’ section. She skimmed through the books, thumbing the spines of the ones that interested her from purely the title and art.

She had read a few of them, some didn’t catch her interest, while others had storylines far too similar to books already done. A book caught her eye. It had a bright blue cover, with the words Shatter Me written in blue and white font. Kiki pulled it out of the shelf. The cover had an eye on it. That was a good sign. Books with eyes on them usually had some cool theme going on. A quick skim of the summery told her that it was indeed a dystopian novel – her favourite genre – and that people had powers.

“What’s that? You gonna get it?” Minhyuk appeared out of nowhere. Kiki decided not to mention that even without him literally shouting out a stupid statement, his voice was still loud.

“Might,” she replied. Minhyuk sighed loudly, and finally one of the workers came up to him and asked him politely to “shut up or get out.” Minhyuk placed a hand over his mouth and actually kept this there as Kiki signed out the book. The pair could’ve sworn that people breathed a sigh of relief as they left the library.

As soon as they stepped out Minhyuk’s loud voice returned, “When we get to your room, I can be as loud as I want, right?”

“Of course,” Kiki laughed. Her apartment was a few blocks away from the library, both of which were on a beautiful promenade. They arrived at her apartment, which was a simple red brick building with white highlights around the windows, and a black roof. They climbed up three flights of stairs and walked to her room.

Kiki set down her keys and took off her shoes. “Want anything to drink?”

Minhyuk didn’t skip a beat, “Green tea please. I’ll put on the water.” He filled up the kettle with water and waited for it to heat up. Kiki decided to drink some too, and took out a tea pot.

“Are we really gonna read? On my precious day off?” Minhyuk whined. Kiki wanted to say that it was him just poking fun at her, but she knew very well that he wasn’t too excited.

“Only a bit, then we can do something more interesting. Maybe you’ll like the story.”

“Unlikely.”

“Aww c’mon it won’t be that bad. Just the first few pages. Really, thank you for spending your ‘precious day off’ with me– geez that expression, you’re so cute. I promise reading isn’t the only thing we’ll do.”

Minhyuk couldn’t hold back a smile, “Thanks for letting me spend it with you. You’re nice, and fun, and caring. But I wish you would stop calling me cute. I’m not cute!”

Kiki stared at his flustered face, “I beg to differ.” The kettle began to whistle and they each poured themselves a cup of tea.

They spent the first twenty pages just sitting next to each other on Kiki’s bed. “You’re going too fast,” Minhyuk would say. Kiki would wait after finishing a page for Minhyuk to nod. After a while Minhyuk started to complain about how the position hurt his neck, and his posture was bad.

“Well, how should we sit?” Kiki asked. Minhyuk had a devilish grin on his face, and grabbed Kiki by her waist. She shrieked from the sudden contact, and Minhyuk pulled her into him. He bended his legs and Kiki was now sitting in front of him, between his legs. Minhyuk’s back was warm, and his arms were unconsciously-consciously wrapped around the girl.

“Won’t this hurt your neck more?”

“I’m taller than you so it’s fine.” Kiki decided to let him do what he wanted.

Another few minutes passed before Minhyuk spoke up again, “This girl is stupid.”

“Annoying,” Kiki agreed. “And this guy they’ve brought in…he’s just supposed to be the guard. I mean it’s kind of cute?”

“He’s too moody, too stiff,” Minhyuk said into Kiki’s ear. “He should be more like me."

“Well they are in a prison,” Kiki pointed out. Minhyuk only clicked his tongue in response. Bored, he reached over to turn on her fairy lights.

Another thirty pages passed, and the love triangle of the story finally started to show up. Though the second contestant seemed a lot less desirable. “You know…” Minhyuk said for the first time in a while. “Even though we’re reading, it’s kind of fun I guess.”

“See, I knew you’d like it!"

“No, it’s not the book. The book kinda sucks.” Kiki’s face slightly fell, but she had to agree. “Your presence is nice. It’s calming. We could be doing anything and I think I’d still like it,” Minhyuk mumbled. Kiki noticed his cheeks flushing and his head was turned away.

Minhyuk finally met Kiki’s eye, “Cuz it’s you.”

Cuddle

Kiki was lonely. Cuddle-horny as she called it. Desperate for some attention, she relayed this feeling to her group chat, though they responded predictably.

GO AWAY KIEr

YOU'VE HAD MORE BOYFRIENDS THAN I WILL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

awww kiki if I could id comfort youuuuu

S I N G L E C L U B

Sighing, her hand hovered over another contact, but Kiki quickly dismissed the idea. Hoon would be busy with his work. She couldn’t trouble him just because she wanted a good hug. Letting out a long sigh, Kiki threw herself against her bed.

Ten minutes went by, to the girl, ten long minutes of no human comfort. Damn French Guy. Her phone buzzed, a part of her thought it was the group chat, lamenting over their forever-single state but the name ‘Hoon’ was on the notification.

Want to come over? Got the afternoon off bc yoon got sick and now we can’t focus on learning the new song.

Kiki didn’t waste a second replying, throwing on a jacket, and booting it to Hoon’s house. She arrived soon enough and was greeted by an enthusiastic Haute. Kiki gladly gave him all the belly rubs, and Hoon soon appeared. He wore a loose white shirt with a random logo on it, and black sweatpants.

“Glad you could make it,” he walked closer to pick up Haute.

“Me too,” Kiki mumbled under her breath. “Got…any plans?”

Hoon scratched the back of his neck, “Ah not really. I was just thinking we could hang out, catch up. I’ve been busy, we haven’t seen each other in a while.”

Kiki grinned, “That’s perfectly fine.” She could use the conversation, the human contact. “Can we just sit on the couch or something?”

Hoon grabbed some drinks and Kiki sat on the couch, putting the TV to a random channel that they wouldn’t watch anyways. Hoon sat next to her.

“Is Yoon okay? What happened?” Kiki asked.

Hoon took a sip of his drink before answering. “He got laryngitis. We tried to go over the music, but he really wasn’t feeling well so he went home for the rest of the day. We got let off too because none of us could focus.”

“Is he resting here?”

“Nope, I meant home, home. He’s with his parents. They got pretty worried and asked if he could come home for a bit. I think they also didn’t want me to catch it too,” Hoon replied.

Kiki nodded, “That makes sense. It would be super unfortunate if you both got it.”

The two found themselves inching closer until Kiki was leaning into Hoon’s broad chest, and Hoon had nearly all of his limbs wrapped around her. Kiki found that they were breathing in sync and even though no words were said, it was still so engaging.

They conversed through contact, and a few hums here and there. Hoon was warm, and his hold on Kiki was tight. Kiki buried her face into the crook of his neck, feeling as if she could fall asleep. Haute came to join them, wedging into a space between their stomachs.

Cuddling with Hoon really felt nice, his limbs, while lanky, were perfect for wrapping around Kiki. He was considerate if something felt uncomfortable, and every so often they’d whisper about something, and he’d laugh. His laugh lit up his entire face, and his smile was permanently stuck. It was a quiet laugh, but somehow his entire body would jerk with every little sound.

Hoon felt the same way, because Kiki became really happy when they cuddled. She’d snuggle close and trace little patterns on the nearest available surface. In all of her beauty she seemed so at peace, and so graceful just in his arms like this.

“Thank you.”

@red-dyed-sarumane: A K IR E SENPAI! im sorry if this is sudden, but! i couldn't leave you out, and i definitely didn't live vicariously through your story and that ISNT the reason why it's the longest nope haahhaahhhaha. really, thank you for putting up with me and my rants or whatever, and letting me talk to you a ton! i'm glad i was also able to meet so many new utaites. ageyuki hell here i comeeee. you're so kind and explain lots of things in detail which i appreciate. i hope we're able to talk even more in the new year! thank you so much.

If u don't understand some of the jap (tho u are vv smort so I bet u will) or if I made mistakes (bc I definitely did fuCK particles man) pls tell me. Also I used ur mom sorrrryyyyy. AGAIN I HAD NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THIS JUST RELISH IN THE FACT THAT U SAW MAFFU

Concert

It was agreed upon the international Utaite fans that they suffered. Just barely grasping onto the blessed, but few, translators of their twitters, videos, and songs. Paying more for shipping than the actual product, and looking desperately into screens, unable to see their true face. Concerts were a dream, because going to Japan at the right time, and even buying a ticket would be difficult. Few people had the money, time, or permission to do it. Livestreams were almost never when they were awake, and even if they were, it’s not like there were subs to explain anything.

The salvation were the compilations the singers did of their concerts, with blurred out faces and some clips of them singing on stage as the audience held out their light sticks. Many tried to learn at least a little bit of Japanese, but they talked quite fast, and a few (*coughs* mafu) didn’t annunciate properly.

They were fighters really, being a fan for a long time, willing to burn holes through their pocket just to get an album, and loving the Utaites, even if they didn’t understand most of what was going on.

“You don’t know what they’re saying!”

“You’ve never seen their face!”

The fans heard those kinds of phrases far too often. It irked them, because music was so much more than the words, and pretty faces didn’t mean you couldn’t appreciate their abilities.

Akire was one such fan. She was smart, and worked hard to understand even a little bit of what the Utaite’s were saying. And, if there was anything worse than being a fan of an Utaite, it was being a fan of multiple Utaite. It was album after album being released, and live and live happening, and all the international fans could do was watch and wish.

It was one fateful day, when her mother, and told Akire the news.

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve traveled, and I’ve been wanting to see the cherry blossoms in bloom for a while now!” she said through the phone. “So, we’re going to Japan! You like those Jpop guys, right?” Akire resisted the urge to correct her. “If there’s any concerts that are cheap, why not try to get tickets?”

Akire thought her heart would stop right there. They were going to Japan. She’d be surrounded by the culture of which so many things she treasured came from. Her mom would let her go to a concert. SHE COULD GO TO A CONCERT. Akire hastily opened Twitter and checked for any news of a concert over the spring break.

Yukimi and @gain were still relatively new and low key, so there was no word of a concert from them. Sou was working on an album, though no lives were being planned during the time. XYZ was having concerts, but they were just after Akire would be in Japan.

Akire would feel so unfulfilled if she didn’t go to a single Utaite concert when she had the opportunity. She scrolled mindlessly through Twitter, hoping that maybe someone would be hosting something she could attend.

A notification popped up. Akire clicked on it, half expecting the stupid ‘in case you missed it’ thing that Twitter did. It was from Mafumafu, and Akire didn’t even have to open the tweet fully to see the mass of exclamation marks.

It only took a quick skim to realize that Mafumafu was hosting a live. Akire quickly opened up the picture to check the dates. The 2nd of March, and the 7th, 12th, and 15th.

Fumbling to open her phone, Akire quickly texted her mother, When do we get to Japan?

Six painful minutes went by before her phone buzzed. She checked it the instant the screen lit up. Night of the 12th.

Akire checked the information again, she could make the last show! Crap, when did the tickets go on sale. She combed through the characters of Mafu’s tweet, trying to pick out the relevant ones, though there were still some she didn’t know. A quick Google Translate confirmed that tickets indeed went on sale at 8 o’clock a.m. Japan time. Which was, with the help of Google once again, in twelve minutes.

Practically throwing her laptop across her room, Akire went to fetch her wallet which was left in a coat pocket. She sent a text explaining the tickets to her mom, and hopped she could read through the typos.

Dashing back upstairs, Akire clicked on the link provided. It took her to a website in complete Japanese. Akire just barely navigated through it, and occasionally had to look up various details, because business kanji was definitely not her forte. She was old enough to go alone (and she hopped her parents agreed with her because she was going to this live) and the tickets were at a mere 4500¥, which was around $40 US.

Praying to the Wifi Gods, Akire paid as fast as she could, she didn't even have time to check where the seats were, other information could be researched later. All that mattered was getting the tickets before they sold out or something.

And then Akire breathed, because she was going to see Mafumafu live.

~~~

In the previous month Akire had practiced Japanese much more intensely. Though the show would likely consist of mostly music, he would still MC a lot, and she wanted to understand as much as possible.

The venue wasn’t the biggest (it seemed they saved big venues for AtR concerts) but it still held around 2,000 seats and from what Akire could see, it was full. Her seat was relatively close to the stage, maybe six or so rows back.

Akire was excited; seeing Mafumafu live, she would see his face! The entire experience seemed surreal, and her appearance stood out a lot compared to the other fans. But her appearance didn’t matter when the lights went down and vibrant music started to play. Akire knew this song like the back of her hand, of course he’d sing すーぱーぬこになりたいfirst.

Some of the people had actually memorized his little spiel at the beginning, and said it to speed, which Akire found very impressive. Some artists sounded strange live, because their voice in a microphone was different compared to a studio, with mixing done. Though Mafumafu certainly couldn’t replicate any of the heavily engineered parts of his songs, somehow his voice sounded better live. It was clear, and there was raw emotion within his voice. The high notes were so much more intense, and just seeing the music come out of his mouth was amazing.

He wore white cat ears, but simple black jeans and a loose sweater. After the song ended, Mafu quickly introduced himself, “はあいまふまふですー！じゃみんなさん！楽しみにして？” The crowd cheered in response. “みんなさんも歌ってよ！僕が嬉しいになって！”

ドラマツルギー began to play, and Mafu said something a little too fast for Akire to pick up. She got the feeling it was something about “wanting to sing this song, but never recorded it.”

The night felt like a blur, the light sticks that bounced in front of her, with the stage lights going crazy especially during 罰ゲーム and ゴーストルール. The show was only two hours, but it felt like a long, blissful eternity. The music that always remained through the screen, orin her ears was finally live. It was finally there.

Akire could see his face, his full face. Even with all the live-action videos, or the strange DVD’s he released, seeing him like this felt it was the definite proof that Mafumafu wasn’t just some singer on the internet. He was real, and he was talented. His voice shook the theatre, even when covering the softer songs on an acoustic guitar, like いかないで or 水彩銀河のクロニクル somehow his voice just enveloped the theatre.

It felt like a dream. Mafu bounced around the stage, and answered a few questions from Twitter. Akire could make out most of the details.

“What inspired you to start singing?”

“At the time, there were just so many talented people online. They were singing and people really liked them. Soraru-san and many others were uploading at the time, and I enjoyed music. I guess I wanted to be a part of that.”

“What time do you wake up in the morning?”

“Well it depends, sometimes it's a good time like 8:00, but sometimes it’s super early like 6:00 – I THINK 6:00 IS EARLY, YOU GUYS ARE WEIRD – or sometimes it’s late like 12:00.”

“Where do you live?”

“Within my dreams.”

“What do you think about love?”

“This question is kind of deep…don’t you think? I mean, there’s familial love, and I love my family a lot. To think they’d support me having this kind of job, it’s really amazing. And I love my friends, Amatsuki-kun, and Soraru-san, and Luz-kun, Urata-san, and Sakatan too. They’re precious. Of course, I love you guys as well! There would be no Mafumafu without you guys. Thank you so much for being here, for liking my voice and music enough to see me live! Please continue to support me!”

A staff member off to the side laughed, and encouraged the audience to ask about romantic love. Akire joined in the chant of “恋！教えて！恋！” in which Mafu only replied with a finger over his lips and cuing the next song.

Mafumafu ran through a few more songs before announcing the next one would be the final one. The music to ねこがまるくなったcame on, and it was undoubtedly the most energetic performance of the night. Mafumafu starting and ending with a cat song, how classic. Akire sang along, knowing every word, maybe not hitting every note perfectly but still doing her best.

The confetti at the end showered the audience, and Akire found that she was smack in the center of its trajectory. Accepting that she’d be pulling pieces of paper out of her hair later on, she cheered as Mafumafu thanked everyone for coming, and exited the stage. Akire thought she was dreaming, that this was something her mind had made up because she so desperately wanted to see this singer in real life. Though, the free pin that she was given on the way out, signed by Mafumafu himself, seemed to solidify the experience.

She had seen Mafumafu live.

alllright~~ this motherload of a post is FINALLY done i should've worked on school projects during this time but fuck that who carES (i care)

honestly, thank you guys so much! i cant believe that I was able to meet all of you, it's really been a ride. i hope you found the story/stories amusing!! i'm sorry for any typos, incorrect facts or anything seemingly out of character(?? u guys arent characters) but hopefully no hard feeling are taken.

I hope next year will be even better!

with love,

P.S. honestly fuck you guys i cant believe i actually wrote all of this

#thank you #love you #kpop #seventeen #jeonghan #seunghoon #winner #monsta x #minhyuk #day6 #jae #youngk #utaite #mafumafu #my writing #im so sorry #really thank you so much #mutuals #love post

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