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mrsmandalorian · 8 days

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Nonsense

-- pedro x singer!f!reader

a/n: howdy everyone! was inspired by Sabrina Carpenter's Coachella performance to write this. let me know if you guys want a second story to Espresso lol. much love to everyone!! -maddie

summary: a surprise visitor at your first-ever Coachella performance!

second part: Espresso/main masterlist /word count: 4.5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied, smut!!!, and fluff!, drinking, drug use (edibles and smoking), switch sex, p in v, fingering, sexual teasing, pet names (mi amor, princesa, daddy, baby, baby girl, puppy, angel)

Coachella was one of the most famous music festivals a musician could play at. It was such an honor to be on the setlist. It is incredible to perform a night each weekend in a row. This might be the most significant break in your career. Something felt missing.

The crowd started to get excited as the set time grew nearer. The nerves shot through you as you took deep breaths. You were trying to get over the feelings going through your mind.

“Are you alright?” one of the backup dancers asks as they help you with the earpiece. As you look yourself over in the mirror, you see the beautiful outfit that was personalized to fit you wonderfully, with your hair done beautifully.

You were ready.

“Yes, I am ready!” You smiled at your team as you took hold of your microphone. The band starts playing one of your most famous songs. The lights went dark as the band played the first cords of the song. The crowd roared in anticipation. You slowly stepped out into the darkness and started the melody.

The lights pour onto the stage, and the crowd goes wild. They get the first glance at you with your sexy and luxurious outfit. You smirk to yourself at the attention as you scan through the crowd. All the exciting and loyal fans in the crowd as they sing every verse with you. You follow the dance choreography you have practiced and performed many times. Once the music was going, it was hard not to get stuck into it and forget about the hundreds of people in front of you. The crowd was going wild as they sang along to your new song.

You continued the song as you had images of the reason for it, smirking to yourself. Pedro makes you feel like you're on cloud nine, from how he treats you publicly to the bedroom activities. A few songs highlighted the bedroom activities. You had never written such “edgy, sexy” songs before you met him. The secret love affair had made all of you so happy. He still made you content and secured in your relationship even miles and hours away from him.

As you go through the song and move around more, you look into the VIP areas and see many familiar faces. You don’t pay much attention as you have to end the song. You were so busy entertaining your fans that you did not notice who had slipped into the VIP section alongside both of your mutual friends. You were so focused on the choreography and in your element. The show was a big deal and a performance with dances and graphics for all the songs on the giant screens. You were singing your last song of the night, which was Nonsense. It was one of your favorite songs to perform, as it gave the audience the mood for the evening. The song represented something personal to you: your secret relationship with your new lover, Pedro Pascal, the whole internet’s boyfriend. It was interesting to see social media go crazy over who the song might be for. Some had the correct answers, but it was still a new and private relationship.

The lights fall as the melody starts. “I think that you guys will enjoy this next song! I have seen all the tiktoks, by the way.” You joke into the darkness and receive a wild response from the crowd. You take a few breaths and get into position in a very sexy pose, along with the dancers, waving at the sweet fans who can see you.

“No (La-la, la-la) da-ah-ah, ah (Ah-ah, uh, uh, uh, yeah)”

As the song begins, the spotlight shines only on you. You scan over the crowd with a smirk. It was one of the sexy, edgy songs you wrote because of your lover. There are butterflies in your stomach from nerves to play something as personal as this song, especially for such a big and reactive crowd.

“Think I only want one number on my phone I might change your contact to "Don't leave me alone." You said you like my eyes, and you like to make them roll Treat me like a queen; now you got me feelin' thrown, oh.”

The stage lights illuminate the whole stage as you walk around and sway your hips to the music. During the lyrics, you stop and try to sing with your fans as you make your way to the side of your VIP area to see those familiar faces.

“But I can't help myself When you get close to me Baby, my tongue goes numb Sounds like blah, blah, blee”

As you sing towards the area, your eyes linger over your friend group of non-famous friends to Sarah Paulson, which causes you to smile at them. You continue to scan the section until they land on HIM. The person that this song was written about. He was being his goofy and adorable self as he sang along with you. This causes you to mess up with a blush but quickly recover as the next verse comes.

“I don't want no one else (don't want) Baby, I'm in too deep Here's a lil' song I wrote (a song I wrote) It's about you and me (me)”

The eye contact that he held with you as you sang your filthy thoughts of him directly to him with a huge smirk. You continued to perform as you moved your hips a little more to the choreography because of him. In the following verses, you look away as you sing to your fans.

“I'll be honest Lookin' at you got me thinkin' nonsense Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in And when you got your arms around me Ooh, it feels so good. I had to jump the octave I think I got an ex but I forgot him And I can't find my chill, I must have lost it I don't even know I'm talkin' nonsense I'm talkin', I'm talkin' (ah)”

You twirl your hair and sway your hips back to his side of the stage as your dancers follow close behind you. Make eye contact with him to ensure he is focused on you now.

“I'm talkin' all around clock I'm talkin' hope nobody knocks I'm talkin' opposite of soft I'm talkin' wild, wild thoughts You gotta keep up with me I got some young energy I caught the L-O-V-E How do you do this to me?”

You follow the choreography correctly as you hold flirty eye contact with him. Once you go over the chorus again and start to finish the song, you stand in your final position in the middle of the stage. You send him a wink and blow a kiss, then turn your attention to your fans.

“You guys have been absolutely the best! I hope you all enjoyed it and hope to see you again next weekend! I love you, and please stay safe!” You say after you show appreciation to your band and dancers. You wave and bow as the crowd goes wild and chant your name as the lights go down.

As you run backstage with your crew, laughing and smiling, you give all of them well-deserved love and appreciation. Your manager is there with water and a hug.” You did amazing! They loved you!” they say as you drink your water and wipe the sweat. Now celebrate! Not too hard!”

You follow their instructions as you see your friends run up as you exit the backstage towards your tent. They all sang praises and love and hugged you. After a while, you finally met the handsome brown eyes again, but closer this time. You jog up to him in your tight-fitting outfit with a big smile as the two collide in a hug, throwing your arms around his neck. He was wearing a button-up shirt with the first set of buttons undone, dark jeans, and his oversized glasses and baseball cap.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You say with a smile as you look up to him. He smirked as he got ready to say something witty back to you. You interrupt it with a short but passionate kiss on his lips. “I’m happy you’re here! How long have you been here?” Your hands land on his exposed chest, which makes him pull you closer.

He chuckles at you as he sees the adrenaline still pumping through you as you chatter to him. “I just decided to come to see my favorite person perform at Coachella. My schedule can wait two days. I’ve been here the whole time. You were great, beautiful.” He keeps his voice so no one else can hear your conversation. You feel his hands slide down your hips a little bit. “Also, where did you get this little number, and why haven’t I ever seen it?” Letting his thick fingers run over the design against your lower sides.

The compliments give you a confidence boost on top of your adrenaline rush. You bite your lip as his hands wander slightly until they settle on your lower back. “I planned on changing before we celebrate, but if you like it, I can keep it on.” You whisper into his ear, then look back at his expression.

His eyes darkened from your comment, causing him to pull you a little closer. “I like that idea,” He whispers in your ear as his lips graze your neck with a few pecks. Before you both could continue, your friends gathered you into other event areas. The group stayed together as they went to different stages to watch other artists, including Doja Cat and Lana Del Rey.

Pedro and you both socialized and drank with all your friends as you celebrated your incredible performance. There were edibles taken sometime in all the fun. He would occasionally hold onto you as you both danced closely. You both let loose, and as you can see, everyone was far from wasted. You were letting your bodies get as close as possible, hips grinding onto his. His hands would run down your sides and tease you. Stealing kisses from each other, and the sexual tension was through the roof.

The feeling of being watched makes you look around every once in a while. The camera flashes and excited screams from people around you made you realize that your relationship might not be that much of a secret now. Pedro and you interacted with lovely, chill fans who casually recognized you. You had some groups that would call over to Pedro as “daddy” as he played it off like a champ.

“Vamos, mi amor,” Pedro whispers in your ear as he grips his gentle hands around your waist. You meet his erotic brown eyes that make your cheeks burn hard as you squeeze your thighs together. Pedro was very facially expressive because you could read his thoughts whenever you looked into him. His thoughts were highly naughty, and it was time to go home. “I wondered how you felt about calling it for a night and heading back to your room for a nice bath.”

You look around at everyone in the crew and see your friends slowing their nights down, which doesn’t make you worried about causing another upset. Meeting the brown eyes again, you give him an arguing grin as you throw back your head with a laugh.

“I thought you might like that idea, Hermosa. Let’s tell them all good night and get going,” he whispers again in your ear as he gently pulls you towards your group of friends. Both of you take the time to say goodbye to your friends and thank them for supporting you. Pedro’s loud laugh pulls you away from your friends as you meet his warm eyes. He hugs everyone and draws you into his hip with an arm around your waist. “Goodnight, everyone. Safe travels!”

There were plenty of farewells, naughty things, and cat calls as you leaned against Pedro, who turned around with a silly face and middle finger gesture. He helps guide you to the Uber you take to your hotel room for the night. As you lay your head in his lap, the car ride was full of stolen kisses and laughter.

“You were an absolute star tonight, mi amor,” Pedro says as he traces his fingers along the straps of his outfit, letting his fingers run down to his cleavage. That last song was very cheeky. I wonder who that could be about.”

“Thank you. It was about one of my lovers. You might know him,” You joke with him, trying not to moan. His wandering fingers turn into wandering palms as they slowly paw at your breast.

“Oh, you are playing hard to get whenever I already have you smitten,” he mumbles, only where you could hear him. The car comes to a stop as you arrive at your hotel. You quickly get out of the vehicle as Pedro follows closely behind you. You couldn’t keep your hands off one another as you walked through the empty hotel halls. Acting as strangers whenever you encounter a person, you giggle with each other once you come back together.

Once you find your room, Pedro checks to see if the hallway is clear. He uses a little force with his grip as he leans you against your shut door. Letting his hands explore before they landed on your bottom, kneading your ass. One of his hands comes up to cup your jaw as he lines his lips up with yours, passionately kissing yours. His body closes into yours as you let him control the situation as you follow his lead. After grinding bodies and long, passionate kisses, you pull away, trying to catch your breath as you stare up at him with your cheeks burning. “We should get inside,” you say as you turn around the door, fumbling with the door. Pedro stepped back a little and watched as you struggled a bit.

“Why are you so frizzled, mi amor?” He whispers against your neck and presses the front of his body to your back. Feeling his stiff member against your backside along with his hot breath, almost making you moan out at contact. “Let me help you.” He helps you inside as you giggle and follow him.

Pedro and you have been messing around for a while now. You have not discussed a relationship status or anything, but neither of you hooked up with others. He treats you like a significant other the way he respects your boundaries and doesn’t hide his affection towards you.

“Let’s go put that beautiful bathtub you sent me a picture of yesterday to good use,” he teases you as he takes off his baseball cap, which makes his hair go all over the place. He starts unbuttoning more of his shirt as his chest becomes bare. You can’t resist running your hands down his chest as he looks at you with a smirk.

He spanks your ass hard with a groan because of your hands on him. “Let’s go, sweetheart,” he says as he pats your ass to get you to start moving. Once in the bathroom, turn on the large white tub to create a perfect mix of hot and cold. He grips your hips as he runs his hands to the back of your outfit. “Whoever designed this little piece is a fucking genius. It is beautiful and flatters you greatly.”

“Well, thank you, Pedro. I might have had you in mind when I got it designed. I was going to send you some pictures tonight whenever I came back here,” you smirked and winked at him in the mirror as he helped you undo the outfit. He kissed down your body as the fabric went off, making chills run across your body. The time apart doesn’t affect you emotionally, but how your body reacts tells the absolute truth. The way your heart rate skyrockets as his lips make their way to your mound.

You leaned against the counter for support as your outfit fell onto the floor, leaving you only in underwear. You make eye contact with Pedro as he continues to kiss and lick down your lower half. He hooks his large fingers under the top band of your panties as he meets your eyes for approval. You give him a slight nod and grin as his feather-like kisses follow the material as he pulls them down your legs. Throwing your head back as you try not to make a noise as he runs his tongue just above your clit. You make a frustrated groan as his tongue suddenly leaves your skin, leaving goosebumps.

Pedro chuckles softly as he sees how your body reacts to him, pulling away with a smirk on his lips. He stands up as he pushes his body against yours, pulling your hips into his. “You are such a good girl for me. Your body is always ready for me,” he whispers as he ducks his head to kiss your neck. “Let’s go in, mi amor.” He gets in first so you can sit in between his thick thighs. He helps you as you slide in between his legs, back against his chest. His rigid member pressed against your lower back, his hands tease your nipples after you get settled. He couldn’t help but let his hands wander as he settled comfortably behind you. He rubs out your sore body but lets his hands focus on your most sensitive spots.

His gentle but firm hands run on either side of your hips as his kisses lay on your shoulders. He inhaled deeply against your skin, causing you to tense up your back as it chills down your spine. He moves his hands from your hips towards your mound. You used one hand to spread your left leg apart, holding it still with just one large hand. His right hand found its way down to tease your slit, playing with your sweet lips. You felt the member on your back begin to throb as he slightly rubbed himself against you. You let out your needy moans and sounds continuous as he worked his fingers against you.

He kept teasing you and kissing your shoulder and neck with his scruffy face. You had enough of his teasing and rigid member. It was rare that you switched roles, but you were both switches. (You can’t tell me that Pedro is not a switch.) You slide out of his grip as you meet his eyes once you are turned around to face him.

You grasp onto his rigid member, holding yourself up on the sides of the tub. He squirms and lets out a moan as you hold yourself over him. “I’m tired of the teasing, Pascal. It’s my turn,” you say as you ease your entrance slowly onto his throbbing tip. You find a comfortable position for your legs as you keep going up and down on his tip. He lets out a loud ‘fuck’ and moans as he squeezes his eyes close. His hands move to your hips, letting you take control. You start to ride him as you push your breast into his face.

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip your tit, “who gave you permission to touch me?” You whisper almost into his ear as he looks up at you with big brown eyes.

“Sorry, miss,” he whimpers back as your speed of volatile movements onto his cock increases. He leans back and rests his arms on the back of the tub as he lets you ride the hell out of him. He bites his lip and squeezes his eyes as he groans out in pleasure. “Fuck, mi amor.”

“You like this, don’t you?” You firmly ask him as you force his face into the middle of your tits. He starts to motorboat your breast as you suffocate him gently. The scruff from his face makes you more sensitive than you thought, riding his member harder. “You start fucking me hard, baby. Thrust your big cock into me.”

He meets your eyes with pleasing brown eyes to satisfy your needs. His pleas make you smirk as you nod. Pedro begins to slam his hips into you, moaning as he does. “Thank you, thank you for letting me fuck you.” He pants as he thrusts deep inside of you, feeling his throbbing member hitting every spot.

He grips your body, and his thrust begins to become more rapid as you continue to ride his giant member. Every thrust has the purpose of pleasing you; his hand works its way back up to your breast. He plays aggressively with your nipple, pinching and sucking on it. His other hand gripped onto your ass as his rhythm stayed deep and hard. The overstimulation of his hands and the member inside of you causes you to scream out in pleasure, “Good puppy.” You whimper as you feel your orgasm coming sooner as he leans up and thrusts into you. Pedro chose the pet name on one of the first nights you had taken control of the action.

Eventually, with his rapid thrust and wandering hands, your body starts to shake as you are overcome with pleasure. “Keep going, puppy,” you whimper as he continues to work out your orgasm. “Such a good puppy.” You whisper as you run your hands over his chest. Your body falls into his as you overcome your orgasm, gripping onto his as he continues to pleasure you. He pulls out and fingers your wet pussy, licking his fingers after you finish.

You both lay in the tub for a while as you overcome your orgasm. He held you as you came down from your high, kissing your head. “Was that good for you, mi amor?” He asks gently as he pulls you into his chest. He moved the hair from your face, rubbing his hands down your waist.

You gently nod against him as the day catches up with you. After a few minutes, you get tired of the cramped space of the tub. “Let’s get out, baby,” you mumble to him as you lean up, earning a grunt in return. The guilt of not pleasuring Pedro silently overcame you as you exited the bathtub.

The sound of a low grunt makes you return to the tub as the broad man emerges. You smile mischievously at him as he glances up to meet your grin. His member is still very much erect as he steps in front of you. The fun part of being switch partners was that it could change in a flash. You give Pedro a knowing look as he meets your eyes and stands before you. His eyes and grin light up on his face as he gently guides you onto the counter behind you. “My turn, princesa,” he mumbles and spreads your legs apart as he pushes himself in between them. He pulls your body towards the edge of the counter so your legs wrap around him.

You lean your back against the counter as he holds your lower half, rubbing his throbbing cock against your slick entrance. He leans over your body, sucking on one of your nipples to get a reaction out of you, which it did as you let out a loud moan. Your body reacted as well as it pushed farther onto his member. You both let out a pleasurable sound as his tongue runs down your chest to your stomach. Your hips start to tease him as they grind against him, which causes him to spank the side of your ass. “No, ma’am, it’s daddy’s turn,” he smirks up at you as he moves one of his hands to your nipple. His fingers quickly fondle your right nipple as you moan loudly. “You let daddy fuck your sweet, sweet pussy?”

You let out a satisfied groan as his hand moved down your entrance, gently rubbing you as his thumb ran over your sensitive clit. After gently teasing your pussy with his fingers, he lubed himself up with his fingers from your wetness. His large member enters you again as he holds onto your hips. He pushes inside slowly as you both let out moans.

“You’re so fucking wet, angel. Did ya miss daddy?” He asks as he grips your hips harder, thrusting inside of you. You give a desperate nod as your hands grip onto the edge of the counter. Pedro takes his time as he edges himself in and out of you, giving you all the praises. He pulls up your upper body so your bodies grind against one another, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding your back. “Good girl.”

The friction from the position on your mound makes it hard not to moan and squirm in pleasure. His thrust becomes more rigid and repetitive as his grip holds you gently but firmly. You could feel your orgasm approaching as well from the position. “I’m about to cum, Daddy,” you whimpered as you gripped his firm broad shoulders.

His mouth meets your ear as he groans into your ear. His heavy breathing makes your back arch and push into his thrust more. “Wait for me, baby girl,” he mumbles into your ear as his thrust becomes more sloppy. “Come for me, angel.” He sets you down on the counter as his hands grip your breast, twiddling your nipples with his thick fingers.

Before long, both of you came together with your bodies grinding against one another, along with satisfied noises.

Pedro’s warm brown eyes meet yours before he kisses you. The two of you might not have a title, but the sparks were there every touch. “Such a good girl, angel,” he says as he gently pulls out of you. “Let’s take a quick shower.” He helps you into the shower, where the two of you help wash one another and joke around with stolen kisses in between. After getting ready, Pedro carries you into bed as the two of you order dessert from room service. The rest of the night was full of laughter and heavy makeout. The two of you cuddle up to some cheesy movie and fall asleep midway through it.

These were the perfect nights for you to write a whole album about your feelings for this cheeky, handsome man.

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bitchiswild · 9 days

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Backstage

G!P Yunjin x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUTTTTTT🤪

A/n: some Coachella smut for you guys 🤭 (kinda not really bullshitted this :3)

Since the moment you glimpsed the lineup and saw Le Sserafim's name, you'd been eagerly counting down the days.

Le Sserafim wasn't just another group to you; they held a special place in your heart. You were determined to catch their set, even going as far as snagging VIP tickets just to be near them, to be near Yunjin. And as luck would have it, you spotted her a few times throughout the weekend, whether she was grabbing drinks with her members or snapping photos for her Instagram. Each time, your heart skipped a beat, completely taken by her presence.

What you didn't realize was that Yunjin, was also keeping an eye on you. From across the VIP area, her gaze often found you, drawn to your magnetic aura. She knew she wanted you, craved you beneath her, and would stop at nothing to make it happen. Each glance exchanged only fueled her determination, igniting a urge she couldn't ignore. As the festival's pulsating energy surrounded them, Yunjin was ready to do whatever it took to make you hers.

As the doors opened, you rushed to the Sahara Stage and wasted no time securing your spot near the front, eager to immerse yourself in the magic of Lesserafim's performance later that night. Hours passed in a blur as anticipation mounted, but finally, the moment arrived.

As Le Sserafim took the stage, you found yourself spellbound by Yunjin's presence. Her ethereal beauty and magnetic energy captivated you, drawing your gaze like a moth to a flame. Throughout the entire performance, you couldn't tear your eyes away from her, each movement she made, each note she sang, sending shivers down your spine.

Little did you know, Yunjin was also aware of your presence. Peeking out at the crowd before her performance, her eyes locked onto yours, and she knew she had to meet you. Throughout the set, she stole glances in your direction, her heart skipping a beat each time your eyes met, but careful not to draw too much attention.

As the music pulsed around them, a silent connection formed between you two, each stolen glance speaking volumes of the desire and anticipation simmering beneath the surface. And as the final chords echoed through the crowd, Yunjin made a decision – she had to meet you, no matter what it took.

As the final notes of Lesserafim's performance echoed through the Sahara Stage, the crowd erupted into cheers and applause. As you prepared to make your way back through the throngs of people, a figure caught your eye – Yunjin's manager, rushing towards you with purpose in their stride.

With a mix of surprise and anticipation, you watched as they approached, their expression a mix of urgency and excitement. Before you could even process what was happening, they were standing in front of you, extending an invitation that left you speechless.

"Yunjin would like to meet you backstage," they explained, their words ringing in your ears like a surreal melody. Your heart raced with excitement as you processed the invitation, the realization sinking in that you were about to come face to face with the object of your admiration.

Without hesitation, you accepted, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you followed Yunjin's manager through the backstage area. Each step brought you closer to the moment you'd been dreaming of, the chance to meet Yunjin in person and perhaps even share a moment alone with her.

As you approached Yunjin's trailer, your pulse quickened, nerves and excitement intertwining in a heady mix. With a deep breath, you stepped inside, ready to embark on the next chapter of this unforgettable Coachella experience.

Inside Yunjin's trailer, the air crackled with an electric tension that seemed to draw you both closer together. As Yunjin stepped into the room, her gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn't help but notice the way her eyes lingered on you, a silent invitation sparking between you like a flame in the darkness.

"Hello," she greeted, her voice soft but tinged with a hint of something more, something that set your pulse racing. "I'm so glad you could make it."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to find your voice, the heat of her gaze making it difficult to focus. "Thank you for inviting me," you managed to say, your voice husky with emotion. "It's an honor to meet you, Yunjin."

As you exchanged pleasantries, the tension between you grew thicker with each passing moment. Every touch, every shared glance, seemed to fuel the fire that burned between you, igniting a desire that threatened to consume you both.

In the intimate confines of the trailer, the boundaries between you blurred, giving way to a palpable chemistry that simmered just beneath the surface. You could feel the heat of her body as she moved closer, her breath mingling with yours in the close quarters of the room.

"I've been eyeing you all day," Yunjin confessed, her hand raising to gently brush a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

Your breath caught in your throat as her touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through you. With a shaky sigh, you managed to reply, "I've been eyeing you since you debuted," your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with a nervous giggle.

Yunjin's smile widened, a playful glint dancing in her eyes as she leaned in closer. You felt the heat of her breath against your skin as her gaze flickered down to your lips, then back up to meet your eyes.

“You know why youre here right?” She questioned. A shiver ran down your spine as Yunjin's voice took on a husky tone, her gaze burning with an intensity that made your heart race. Her hands trailed down to your hips, their touch sending waves of sensation rippling through you.

You met her gaze with a mixture of anticipation and desire, your breath catching in your throat as you searched for the right words. "I think I have an idea," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, the air thick with tension.

Yunjin's lips curved into a knowing smile as she leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "Good," she murmured, her voice sending shivers down your spine. "Because I've been wanting you since the moment I saw you."

With that, she closed the distance between you, her lips meeting yours in a passionate kiss that set your world ablaze. In that moment, there was no Coachella, no trailer, just the two of you lost in a whirlwind of desire and longing.

The kiss deepened between you and Yunjin, the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of her lips moving fervently against yours. A low moan escaped your lips, mingling with the soft gasps of pleasure that echoed in the intimate space of the dressing room.

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of the moment, Yunjin's hands roamed eagerly over your body, her touch setting your skin ablaze with desire. With a sudden urgency, she pushed you gently backward until you felt the edge of the bed against the back of your legs.

Your heart raced as you tumbled onto the soft mattress, Yunjin hovering above you with a hunger in her eyes that mirrored your own. With a sensual grace, she straddled your hips, her movements fluid and deliberate as she pressed her body against yours, igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Her hands trailed along the curves of your body, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake. You arched into her touch, a soft gasp escaping your lips as pleasure coursed through you. And when her lips found yours again, the kiss was searing, a passionate symphony of tongues and teeth that left you breathless and wanting more.

Lost in the heat of the moment, you surrendered yourself to Yunjin's touch, allowing her to explore every inch of your body with a fervor that left you trembling with desire. And as she moved with increasing urgency, her movements becoming more frantic and desperate, you knew that there was no turning back — tonight would be a night to remember, a night of unbridled passion and ecstasy that would leave you both forever changed.

Yunjin's hands moved with purpose, trailing down your body until they reached the waistband of your bottoms.

With a gentle yet urgent tug, she began to slide them down, exposing your skin to the cool air of the dressing room. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation, a rush of heat flooding through you as Yunjin's touch sent electric currents dancing along your skin.

"Let me please you, baby," she whispered, her voice husky with desire, as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let me touch you, please."

Yunjin's words ignited a fire within you, and with a hungry whimper, you nodded eagerly, unable to contain the waves of desire crashing through your body.

"Yes, please," you pleaded, your voice trembling with need as you reached out for her. "Touch me, please."

As Yunjin's warm breath teased your skin, anticipation coiled tightly within you, every nerve on edge in anticipation of her touch. When her tongue finally made contact with your slick folds, you couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped your lips, a jolt of pleasure racing through your body.

Her tongue danced across your sensitive flesh, sending waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Your body quivered in response, pleasure coursing through every inch of your being as she expertly teased and tantalized your most intimate area.

Unable to contain the overwhelming sensations washing over you, you arched your back, your hands clutching at the sheets beneath you as pleasure consumed you. Yunjin's movements grew more fervent, her tongue flicking and swirling with a rhythm that mirrored the pounding of your heart.

Yunjin's tongue traced slow, tantalizing circles against your throbbing clit, a chorus of moans escaped your lips, mingling with the sound of your ragged breaths.

"Oh, god," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as pleasure rippled through you. "Yunjin, please... don't stop."

Yunjin's only response was a low, guttural growl of approval as she intensified her ministrations, her tongue flicking and teasing with a practiced precision that left you trembling with need.

"Yes, just like that," you whimpered, your fingers tangling in the sheets as you surrendered yourself to the blissful onslaught. "Harder... faster..."

With a primal hunger that matched your own, Yunjin obliged, her movements growing more urgent as she drove you relentlessly towards the brink of ecstasy.

As the tension coiled tighter and tighter within you, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of release, every touch, every lick pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

And then, with a final, exquisite flick of her tongue, Yunjin sent you hurtling over the edge into a blissful abyss, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you trembling and utterly spent in her embrace.

Your breaths grew ragged, your body writhing with uncontrollable desire as she drove you relentlessly towards the edge.

"Oh, god, Yunjin," you cried out, your voice raw with need as pleasure engulfed you. "I'm... I'm gonna cum so hard for you."

Sensation overwhelmed your senses, every touch, every flick of her tongue sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your veins. You were teetering on the brink, on the precipice of an earth-shattering release that promised to consume you whole.

With a final, fervent thrust of her tongue, Yunjin pushed you over the edge, and you exploded into a crescendo of pleasure so intense, it felt as if the world itself had shattered around you.

Your cries of ecstasy filled the air, mingling with Yunjin's name as waves of euphoria crashed over you, leaving you trembling and utterly spent in the aftermath of your explosive climax.

Yunjin's sudden movement drew your attention, and as she yanked down her own bottoms, revealing her throbbing, veiny cock, your jaw dropped in stunned amazement. The sight of her arousal, her shaft glistening with pre-cum, sent a surge of desire coursing through you, igniting a primal hunger that burned hot and fierce.

Your eyes widened with anticipation as you took in the sight before you, unable to tear your gaze away from her magnificent arousal. The sheer size and potency of her cock filled you with an overwhelming sense of longing, a need so intense it bordered on obsession.

With trembling hands, you reached out for her, your fingers trailing eagerly along the length of her shaft, reveling in the sensation of her hardness beneath your touch. A low, guttural moan escaped your lips as you felt her pulse against your skin, the heat of her arousal searing through you like a wildfire.

you leaned forward eagerly, your lips parting to take Yunjin's throbbing cock into your mouth, a low groan of pleasure escaped her lips. The taste of her pre-cum on your tongue sent a shiver of delight down your spine as you eagerly took more of her length into your mouth.

Yunjin's fingers threaded through your hair, guiding you gently as you worked her shaft with fervent enthusiasm. With each bob of your head, she let out a string of soft moans and gasps, her hips moving in time with your movements.

"Good girl," she breathed, her voice husky with desire as she praised your efforts. The words sent a thrill of excitement coursing through you, fueling your desire to please her even more.

With a newfound determination, you redoubled your efforts, taking her deeper into your mouth, swirling your tongue around her length, and sucking her with an intensity that left her trembling with pleasure.

In that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in a world of sensation and desire. And as Yunjin's climax approached, her grip on your hair tightened, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she reached the pinnacle of ecstasy.

With one final, desperate thrust, she came undone, her release flooding your mouth with the taste of her pleasure. And as you swallowed every drop.

As you turned around, positioning yourself on your stomach and lifting your hips in anticipation, a whimper of desire escaped your lips. You glanced over your shoulder, locking eyes with Yunjin, conveying your eagerness and need with a single, longing gaze.

Yunjin wasted no time, her hands gripping your hips firmly as she positioned herself behind you. With a low growl of anticipation, she pressed the tip of her throbbing cock against your slick entrance, teasing you with the promise of what was to come.

"Please," you begged, your voice thick with need as you pushed back against her, desperate for the exquisite release only she could provide. "Fuck me, Yunjin. Hard and fast."

With a primal hunger that matched your own, Yunjin complied, driving into you with a force that left you gasping for breath. Pleasure surged through you in waves as she pounded into you relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body.

Your cries of pleasure mingled with Yunjin's own grunts of exertion as she claimed you as her own, the intensity of your connection igniting a fire that burned hotter with each passing moment.

Her thrusts intensified, the sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the air, punctuated by the wet, rhythmic slapping of her hips against yours. Each impact sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through you, the sensation heightened by the intoxicating mix of pain and ecstasy.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Yunjin groaned, her voice thick with desire as she drove into you with primal urgency. "You're so tight, baby. Just for me."

Her words sent a shiver of delight down your spine, fueling the fire of arousal that burned hot and fierce within you. With each thrust, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion, pleasure threatening to consume you completely.

Yunjin's cock drove deeper into you, stretching you to your limits, a wave of pleasure mingled with a hint of pain washed over you. You could feel every inch of her thick shaft filling you, stretching you in the most deliciously agonizing way possible.

Each ridge and vein on her cock teased your inner walls, sending shivers of ecstasy coursing through your body. The feeling of her veins rubbing against your sensitive flesh sent sparks of pleasure dancing along your nerves, amplifying the intensity of each thrust.

"God, you're so tight," Yunjin groaned, her voice thick with desire as she buried herself deeper inside you. "You feel so fucking good around me."

With each movement, Yunjin's cock seemed to find new depths within you, hitting spots you didn't even know existed and sending waves of pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. The sensation was almost overwhelming, bordering on too much, but you welcomed it eagerly, craving more of the delicious torment she was inflicting upon you.

In that moment, there was nothing but the sensation of Yunjin's cock stretching you, filling you, and the overwhelming pleasure that accompanied it. And as she continued to drive into you with relentless passion, you surrendered yourself completely to the exquisite bliss of being taken by her, knowing that there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

Yunjin's thrusts grew more frenzied, her grip on your hips tightening as she approached the edge of release.

"I'm gonna cum," she groaned, her voice thick with desire as she pounded into you with reckless abandon. "Cum for me, baby. I want to feel you come apart around me."

The words sent a surge of pleasure coursing through you, pushing you closer to the edge with each passing moment. With a cry of ecstasy, you felt the first tendrils of release begin to wash over you, pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.

"Yes, yes," you moaned, your voice a breathless chorus of need as you gave in to the overwhelming bliss. "I'm gonna cum for you, Yunjin. I'm yours."

And then, with one final, earth-shattering thrust, you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, your climax consuming you in a whirlwind of sensation and pleasure. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, each sensation more intense than the last as you surrendered yourself completely to the rapture of orgasm.

In that moment, Yunjin followed suit, her own release washing over her in a torrent of ecstasy. With a guttural groan of satisfaction, she spilled her essence deep inside you, filling you with the warmth of her climax as you both rode out the waves of pleasure together.

As the last echoes of ecstasy faded into the air, you collapsed into each other's arms, spent and sated, the blissful aftermath enveloping you in a cocoon of contentment.

A gentle calm settled over the room, the only sound the soft echo of your breathing as you lay tangled together in the aftermath.

With tender care, Yunjin withdrew from you, her touch gentle and reverent as she pressed a series of gentle kisses along your spine, soothing the lingering ache of pleasure. Her arms enveloped you in a warm embrace, pulling you close against her chest as she whispered sweet words of affection and adoration into your ear.

"You were amazing," she murmured, her voice soft with tenderness as she traced gentle circles on your skin. "Thank you for letting me be with you like this."

A contented sigh escaped your lips as you snuggled closer to her, basking in the warmth of her embrace. "Thank you," you whispered back, your heart overflowing with love and gratitude. "For everything."

In that moment, there was only the two of you, lost in the quiet intimacy of your shared connection.

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milswrites · 1 month

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Something blue

~ Azriel X Reader

Summary: You and Azriel get married.

Warnings: Teeny bit of angst but then all fluff :)

Azriel couldn't hear the words his brother was speaking over the incessant pounding of his heartbeat which echoed in the depths of his ears. Not even his probing shadows could break him from his anxious stupor, the dark curling mists attempting to pull their master back to reality through their gentle nudges and soothing presence.

Azriel was sure that if he was aware of his families comforting words and his shadows warming embrace he would have been grateful. Yet all he desired was your reassuring company, your gentle aura having always been enough to ebb the rising doubts from his storming mind.

It was only when Cassian laid a heavy hand on his tense shoulder did Azriel allow himself to come back to reality. Permissing his faraway mind to return to it's earthly shell, rejoining him where he was stood at the end of the aisle.

It wasn't the prospect of marrying you which terrified him. No, Azriel couldn't think of anything sweeter than consolidating the love between the two of you. However, the invasive doubts that Azriel didn't deserve you pecked away at his brain. Worried that his monstrous past and his dark line of work made him unworthy of your love.

It was foolish to think this of course, you looked at Azriel as though he had hung the stars in the night sky, the male brightening the life you had claimed was once so dull. To you, Azriel could do no wrong and you had spent many sleepless nights reminding the male of this as you cradled his trembling form.

Which is why when Cassian asked him if he needed a moment to escape and gather his thoughts, Azriel stubbornly declined the offer. Not wanting to make even the smallest of mistakes out of fear that the one good thing in his life would slip away from him.

No, Azriel would wait. Patiently standing at the end of the aisle until you came to stand by his side. Your presence alone would be enough to melt away his insecurity and unease.

Which is why with this knowledge, he allowed himself to relax. The understanding that you would soon be with him was enough to loosen his taught muscles, enabling a steady breath to be drawn from his lips.

You were his home, his fortress, and Azriel needed only to think of you to instill him with the strength he needed to battle his demons.

He brushed Cassian's worried hand away, providing his concerned brother a smile overflowing with confidence. Teeth slightly bared in excitement.

"I'm fine Cas," Azriel promised, "I couldn't be happier."

He needn't lie when he spoke the words to his brother, each syllable laced with a welcoming truth. How could he not be happy, when you were the deliverer of his joy.

A soft melody began to hum from the harp beside him, an ethereal tune which sang the story of your love. Each harmonious note signifying a beautiful tale of your partnership.

But it wasn't the sweet tune which brought a silver tear to Azriel's eye. Nor was it the fact that he was surrounded by his friends, all sharing a smile of beaming warmth at the glorious occasion.

No, the reason for his joyous weeping was the angel who faced him at the other end of the aisle. His love, a vision dressed in white, who's arm was wrapped around that of his proud mother's.

Azriel cried as his entire universe walked towards him. As the two most important people in his life slowly made their way past his teary-eyed friends and family until they came to stop before him.

His doting mother came to wipe the wetness from his cheeks, face a picture of unbridled jubilation, before Cassian came to lead the exuberant woman to their seats as the last heavenly note from the harp was strung. The soft hum of the music still wavering in the air despite it's completion. And as Azriel's hazel eyes finally came to meet your own, a bond of love and passion was shared through your affectionate gazes.

You've always been beautiful, there was no debating that. But the god-like glow which the mother had blessed you with on the day of your wedding had rendered the shadowsinger speechless. The force of your otherworldly beauty almost being enough to pull the male to his knees before you. Azriel promised himself in that moment that he would spend the rest of his days worshipping you in all your glory until the day he died.

The trivial words of the priestess failed to register in his mind, Azriel's thoughts were consumed entirely by you. It wasn't until you began to make your vows, did Azriel's attention then turn to your enchanting voice. His mind, body and soul all enraptured by your tender words.

"I have loved you since before I even knew you existed. My heart has always belonged to you, and I finally found it when we first met. We were made for each other, you and I, two souls destined for each other. And even if we didn't have the cauldron's influence, I still would have loved you as deeply and passionately as I do now. You're my entire world Azriel and I consider myself lucky for the life I'm going to spend with you and I will continue to love you until we're the last stars in the sky."

Azriel was sure he couldn't have cried more than he had already done so, though it was clear his well hadn't run dry as of yet. Glistening trails of happy tears streamed down his smiling cheeks. His gentle shadows wrapped around his body under his clothes, their presence comforting him, reminding him that his feelings were natural, That he could allow himself to weep at his good fortune.

The male had planned his vows in advance, wanting to be prepared in case his nerves took hold of him and prevented him from saying what he wanted to be said. Yet being in the moment, standing here next to your ethereal form after hearing your impassioned promise, Azriel failed to find words worthy enough to be heard by your ears. And so, surprising even himself Azriel neglected the speech he had spent the past few days reciting and spoke from his heart.

"You are my strength and stability. My saviour and my undoing. You see me for who I am and yet you've never once shied away, you accept me in a way so few people have done so and I couldn't be more blessed than to have you as my partner for the rest of my life. I have never felt more loved, more accepted by anyone and I know that whenever the darkness overcomes me I need only to look to you for my salvation. And so I promise you this now, that I will never fail to be anyone other than the male who you know me to be. I gift myself you you with the oath that I shall love you forever as you deserve."

The exchange of your vows was done so in a moment of frozen existence. Despite the room full of your loved ones, it felt as though the promises were made in secret, a silent joining of your two souls morphing into one. You may as well have been the only people in the entire universe.

When the time came to present each other with the rings you had selected, you slipped the band onto his steady finger. A golden line etched into the silver metal, a constant reminder of the shimmering thread which tied the two of you together for eternity.

When the time came for him to slip the ring he had gifted for you onto your own finger, you marveled at the cobalt blue gem which stared back at you. A glowing piece of Azriel's siphon. A piece of your mate gifted to you.

"Your something blue" he whispered with a smile, voice low enough for only you to hear. Recalling the superstitious poem you had recited to him when you first began making plans for your wedding.

"It's beautiful Az,"you beamed at the male before you, at your husband, looking into his hazel eyes as you spoke, "But I already have my something blue and it'll take a lot more than a fancy ring for me to want to replace him."

#acotar #acotar imagine #sarah j maas #a court of thorns and roses #azriel x reader #azriel imagine #azriel #azriel oneshot #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar

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shanieveh · 8 months

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please don't take my sunshine away...

— genshin men makes you sleep through a song

LYNEY only knows of simple hymns, that was used by his sister to make him sleep when he was young. As he brushed his fingers onto your skin, seeing you lose yourself off to dreamland... it was more than enough to bring a smile on his face. You saw behind the tricks and discovered the man that wants to please everyone, and with a simple goodnight, you lay in his lap hoping to see his face when you wake.

It was no secret that KAVEH had no sleep, maybe it was the works that made him busy but it was mostly the thoughts. So as he lulls you to sleep in the middle of the night, seeing your peaceful stance, so defenseless, yet something he wanted to defend with his life. Melodies filled the room that made you see the sweetest of dreams but right at the brink of your sleep, the music stopped. He was... asleep, hand on your hair, smiling soundly.

You giggled as CYNO's voice cracked while singing a lullaby. It was rare for him to make you laugh, enough to make him laugh as well. And as the many attempts of him to hum you a decent tune he looked at you again to see you fast asleep. Oh, I guess all of his efforts were in vain. As he kissed your temple goodnight, it was time for his favorite activity. Admiring you all night.

DILUC was scarcely home, but when he was it was always special, and even more so at night. His voice was raspy, but gentle all the same. It was almost like you didn't wanna sleep and just listen to him all night long. And so you lay there faking your rest, but he realized your plan and stopped. With a whine, you demanded him to start all over and giving in he sang another song.

FREMINET was very conscious with everything he does as he awkwardly looked at you, eyes glinting and dreaming of hearing a melody. And so he copied his mother and tried to pat your head, the more words he sang, the more comfortable he got. And when he finished it he saw you were already asleep. Did he do a good job? He hoped so, maybe one day he can sing you another one. Maybe. After all, he wished you knew him as well as the waters do.

NEUVILLETTE knew a lot of songs, maybe hiring an orchestra or overhearing a hymn from the guards. The night skies were so clear that day when he first sang his love to you, his emotions were deeper than his voice. Now he understood all those tragic plays, and romantic sacrifices. And as you lay there still sleeping he continues, hoping that his tune of joy and fondness for you reached the bottom of the abyss and to skies in Celestia.

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hemmingsleclerc · 5 months

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A Different Christmas CL16

pairing: charlesleclerc x fem!reader

summary: where Charles spends the holidays in his beloved girlfriend's homecity

warnings: probably bad writing, srry

Charles was in uncharted territory when he landed in Mexico City to spend Christmas with his girlfriend. She had invited him to spend the winter holidays with her family in her vibrant, colorful hometown. Charles was excited but also a little bewildered as he entered a world of festive chaos which he had never experienced before.

He had been there for a few races over the years thanks to his job, but he never had the chance to explore or see the city, especially not at this time of year.

The vibrant colors of Mexico were even more enchanting as Christmas lights adorned the streets, casting a warm and festive glow.

The Leclercs were used to a traditional European Christmas, with snow-covered streets and cozy family gatherings. But as Charles walked through the lively markets of Mexico City, he realized that this Christmas would be very different. Colorful piñatas hung from every corner and the air was filled with the tempting aromas of street food.

Y/N's family welcomed Charles with open arms. Some more excited than others, since she had told him some time ago that she entered the world of motorsports thanks to the fanaticism of her uncles. Everyone welcomed him with hugs, making him feel part of the family. The issue of communication was a bit funny because not all of her family knew how to speak English, and Charles had a little knowledge of Spanish because some time ago he had asked Carlos for help to learn and be able to impress her. But in the end, through translations, signs, and Charles's mispronounced Spanish, they began a cheerful conversation on various topics.

Her entire family was amazed by him. Charles had the biggest smile on his face that day.

As the night arrived, Charles couldn't help but be captivated by the vibrant decorations adorning the house. Flickering candles and twinkling lights illuminated it, creating a warm and magical atmosphere. The family gathered around the Christmas tree with gifts stacked beneath it like treasures waiting to be unveiled,and soon the festive melodies of traditional Mexican music filled the air along with the large amount of food placed on the table.

Y/N's younger cousins could not contain their excitement as they prepared to break a huge piñata that was hanging in the yard full of different sweets. Charles, eager to participate, took a look at the colorful creation. With each blow, he couldn't help but marvel at the excitement and laughter that echoed through the night. The whole family participated, including himself.

Y/N couldn't hold back her laughter and take out her phone to record the moment when it was Charles's turn. Her uncle was holding a rope that was tied to the piñata to raise or lower it, preventing whoever was in front of the piñata from hitting it. Charles, grabbing the stick with which he had to hit the piñata, without knowing that, prepared to hit it hard but was surprised when he almost fell on his face at that moment he wanted to because they had lifted the piñata, avoiding him from touching it. He tried four more times until the song that everyone sang at the time of passing ended and he managed to hit it a few times, although he couldn't measure his strength and ended up breaking the stick in two causing laughter from everyone present.

At 12 o'clock the living-room buzzed with laughter and joy as they gathered around the tree, eager to exchange gifts. Charles couldn't help but be enchanted by the unique blend of traditions that Mexico brought to Christmas.

"Charles, mi amor, would you like to do the honors and hand out the presents?" his girlfriend asked, her eyes sparkling with pure love.

Charles gladly accepted the role, a bit nervous but excited to be part of this festive celebration. He handed out the gifts one by one, each package wrapped in bright papel de regalo. The family members exchanged smiles and hugs as they received their presents, the air filled with expressions of gratitude and love.

Y/N, sitting next to Charles, handed him a beautifully wrapped gift with a mischievous smile. "Open it, my love," she encouraged.

As Charles unwrapped the gift, he discovered a handmade sweater shaped in red and white colors, with a small heart and cars pattern.

To say that Charles loved the gift is an understatement. After a few minutes of admiring the sweater, he apologized to the family, excusing himself from wanting to use the bathroom. What they hadn't noticed was that he was carrying the sweater in his hand. Then, he returned with a proud smile on his face and in the room, everyone melted with love when they saw that he was already wearing the gift that his girlfriend had given him.

Charles was surprised to know that each member of his girlfriend's family had bought him a gift. He, of course, had also bought a gift for each of them months ago from different places he visited due to the races, being meticulously careful with everything he chose because he feared that they would not like it.

''Hey'' his girlfriend told him, escaping from her family for a few minutes.

''Hey mon chéri'' he responded with a soft smile

''I'm sorry if my family was a little impulsive, they were so touched by the fact that you were with us this Christmas that I couldn't control them.''

"My love, this is by far my favorite Christmas, I loved your family, and I want you to know how happy I am that you invited me here to spend the holidays with you, I enjoyed every second I spend here. I feel so lucky to have you in my life. At the beginning of the trip I was shiting myself when you told me your whole family was going to be there! But now I just want this to last forever. I love you endlessly"

By that point, Y/N's eyes were full of love. Wondering what she had done to have such a man by her side.

"By the way, I haven't given you my Christmas gift" he says

"You being here is more than enough for me"

"No, of course not, I want to give you something, turn around."

"Fine!" She chuckles counting to 10 just to turn around and be speechless when she saw Charles on one knee with a small velvet box in his trembling hands with a shiny ring inside

"Mon amour" he started with a nervous smile "I've been loving you for three Christmases now, but please allow me to spend the rest by your side. You are the woman of my dreams, and I will never regret the moment I gathered the courage to go talk to you because from day one you were the most beautiful woman on this planet. Will you be my forever, my partner in this beautiful journey, my happily ever after, my love? Will you marry me and let me be your husband? He ended with teary eyes but a big smile.

Y/N, who was in tears, couldn't believe what was happening. The love of her life was proposing to her. Trying in vain to wipe away the tears that adorned her face, she began to jump with joy while she repeated "yes, yes, yes!" While neither of them realized that the girl's family was glued to the door and windows watching the entire scene, some with tears, others celebrating the bets they had placed on the couple throughout the night. But the moment they saw the couple returning they all ran trying to hide the fact that they had seen everything.

The couple returned inside announcing the great news. Everyone came to congratulate them and while Charles was hugged by his future father-in-law and brothers-in-law, Y/N was showing her beautiful ring to her mother and aunts.

As the early morning passed, the family began to retire to their rooms to finally rest. Already in bed and about to sleep, Charles began to think that he could not have asked for a more beautiful Christmas, as he found himself enveloped in the love and traditions of the place where his girlfriend and now future wife grew up, creating memories that would last a lifetime.

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cinnamon-galaxies · 26 days

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Unspoken Feelings

Pairings: Alastor x gn!Reader

Warnings/Tags: gn!reader, tension, lots of tension, unspoken feelings, hurt but also comfort?, Alastor is bad at feelings, inner conflict, suppressed feelings, does the ending count as (light) angst?, bittersweet ending, I'm bad at tagging

Summary: Loving you is hard, but being with you is harder. And being with Alastor is dangerous.

Wordcount: 1.9k

A/N: This one is very short compared to my other fic but full of (heartbreaking) tension.

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You sat at the grand piano in the dimly lit lounge of the hotel. Your fingers glided gracefully across the keys, seamlessly transitioning between the notes with a captivating elegance. With closed eyes you surrendered to the enchanting melody, completely entranced by its spell. Your soft voice sang along, a subtle sound that harmonized with heartbreaking lyrics of the ballad that had such a special place in your heart, reminding you of bittersweet moments and cherished dreams.

Alastor sat not far from you in an armchair with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His crimson eyes remained fixed on you, captivated by your fervent performance that fully caught his attention. Though he heard you play before he had never witnessed such a fiery passion put into the music that came from your fingers. Your singing voice was enchanting, echoed from the high ceiling like a siren’s song casting a spell on every person who could hear you. It was as though you were revealing a concealed message and opening your heart to whatever you had in mind.

He closed his eyes while he let himself get bewitched by your spell, fully succumbing to your beautiful performance. Were you even aware that he was watching you? Listened to you singing and playing like a muse? He didn’t know it but also he didn’t care as long as you kept playing and filled the hole in his heart with the sound of your song, as a clenching feeling tugged on his stomach, clouded by a pang of longing. He knew exactly what he felt right now. How he felt about you, but expressing those emotions was a different story. He wasn’t good at feelings, let alone at admitting them. It was hard to even admit them to himself, just to begin with. He found himself caught up in denial for far too long and had blamed it on his mind playing tricks on him – he even preferred to diagnose himself as mentally ill than to just accept the fact that he had grown fond of you. Way too fond.

That he started longing for you.

Loved you.

Love.

He let out a dismissive laugh that was far too quiet for you to hear over the sound of the piano.

Love was a feeling he had never felt before. At least not in this way. He had loved his mother unconditionally. She had been the closest and dearest person to him that ever existed in his whole lifetime. And there were other people who were close to him and who he cared about. A lot. But nothing like this could be compared to what he felt in your presence. What feelings you evoke deep inside of him as he looked you in the eyes, felt your lingering gaze on him, listened to you talk and laugh with all your heart. The way his thoughts about you occupied his every breath and kept him awake at night because otherwise if he closed his eyes all he could see was your beautiful face haunting his mind like a tormenting ghost. Oh sweet hells, he even dreamed about you. Was this really the love people were so obsessed with and that was considered the most beautiful thing in the world? There was no way he could comprehend this; no matter how hard he tried. You possessed his every thought and made him question his sanity. It was an uncomfortable feeling that tugged on him, almost completely tore him apart. He hated it. But yet he didn’t want to miss it.

He opened his eyes again, watching your graceful silhouette moving in front of the grand piano and couldn’t help himself but smile contendly, his eyes glowing with sparks of joy. Though no matter how many feelings of happiness tingled in his guts, he felt heartbroken at the same time. Your relationship has always been complicated. You danced around each other, both too far to take the leap. There was so much on you that Alastor admired. Your view on life and your admiration for the smaller things. The way you animatedly gestured around while you told him a story and how your eyes sparkled with anticipation whenever you were about to do the things you adored the most. He admired your creativity and your talent, the passion you put into your music when you played one of your instruments and used your powerful voice to sing along. The way you danced with him as if you were a graceful swan. He also admired your strength and independence, your self-confidence, your stubbornness, your abnormal sense of humor and psychotic tendencies that always reminded him that you were in hell for a reason. He admired the way you weren’t afraid to show off your insanity, even implemented some of your sickest fantasies on hell’s worst spawns. He admired you.

Alastor took a sip of his whiskey. His thoughts made him sound like a fool – an immature and cheesy teenager – whenever he tried to unravel the clot that every oh so normal person considered love.

By now he was aware that he himself had become a victim of this cruel but also beautiful torture. But no matter how confident he was of his actions his own demons held him back to fully committing to you and the feelings he harbored in his chest, carefully tucked away in a heart shaped box. He was everything but a saint. He’d never be enough for you because he knew that he would never change. All he could give you was sorrow and pain and if there was one thing he didn’t want you to bear, it was you suffering from his incapabilities of being the lover you deserved.

The song came to an end and that was when Alastor noticed that he had swallowed his whole drink within the shortest amount of time. Not good, as he already felt the effects of the alcohol starting to cloud his senses.

Through the corner of his eye he saw you move and when he turned his face towards you, you caught him by surprise as he met your gaze. Time stood still for a short moment, his heart pounded in his chest as he returned your startled gaze. You obviously hadn’t been aware of his presence until now.

Alastors smile widened in amusement at your dumbfounded expression but he didn’t laugh. Instead, his voice was calm and smooth as he said, “That was quite the performance, my dear.”

You forced yourself to smile, trying hard to hide your embarrassment in front of him – unsuccessfully. What a cute sight, Alastor thought but shook off the thought as soon as it entered his mind.

“Thank you, Alastor,” you responded to him, your voice much more confident than your startled body language expressed. A wave of reassurance overcame you and you calmed down, recovering from the surprise of your unexpected listener. “It’s always nice to have a captive audience. Even though I would’ve preferred to be aware of it,” you then added with a soft voice, a genuine smile forming on your lips.

Alastor chuckled softly. “Well, consider me captivated, indeed.”

The room became silent for a moment as you and Alastor exchanged glances, the air heavy with unspoken words. There was a moment of silent understanding between you, a shared acknowledgement of the unspoken feelings that lingered beneath the surface. Alastor knew he had to say something, to break the tension between you, but the words caught in his throat, unable to be spoken out loud. It was one of those moments when he should have risen from his seat and approached you, embracing your delicate presence and pulling you in a tender kiss. It was what he had dreamed about for weeks, one of those perfect moments that needed no words but mere actions to confess your feelings for each other. There was no doubt that you felt the same for him. Alastor knew that you returned his feelings (at least in some similar way). You had to. Otherwise you would have acted differently in his presence, less nervous, less attentive in his personal needs, less affectionate. You would’ve maintained less eye contact with him, not lingering your gaze longer on him than necessary and not secretly stealing glances. Yes, he knew about it but not only because he could feel it when he was watched, but also because people had told him. Not only Charlie had tried to confront him about the supposed ‘tension’ between the both of you, but also Angel couldn’t help but joke loudly about it. Alastor was told how much you smiled in his presence, how much more vivid you behaved in his presence, that subtle tries of yours to catch his attention without raising suspicion. Well, your attempt to remain inconspicuous seemed to have failed – at least in the eyes of the other residents. If no one had told Alastor about it and he wouldn’t have spent time actively paying attention to your changes in behavior around him, he would have never noticed. Never guessed it. You were truly bad at concealing your feelings. Did you even try?

Normally Alastor would’ve laughed at this thought. But in this moment there was nothing to laugh about as the tension between you burned with a subtle passion, drawing the both of you to each other in an unspoken longing.

You loved him at least as much as he loved you.

You wanted him at least as much as he wanted you.

And you needed him at least as much as he needed you.

At least that’s what Rosie had told him when he had spent a whole afternoon conversing with her about that peculiar demoness that made him feel things he never thought possible. But yet, Alastor remained in his armchair, returning your loving expression with unveiled eyes. His breath was heavy and his heart pounded in his chest like a drum on a battlefield.

Oh, how much he wanted to touch you.

To get close to you.

To hug you.

To kiss you.

To make him his. For the rest of eternity.

But he knew his inner demons would show you no mercy. That he would just hurt you to a point of no return. And that was something he was determined not to allow under any circumstances. Something he would never forgive himself for. And he would hurt you. He knew that.

Alastor felt a lump building in his throat and held his breath as it was too painful to continue breathing with that pressure clenching his chest.

The both of you stood there for a moment longer, staring at each other but remained in your unmoved state, silently confessing to each other without a spoken word.

Without making a sound Alastor stood up, his hand wrapped tightly around his empty whiskey glass, knuckles whitening under the pressure. He offered you a small, toothless smile before turning around to leave. His heart was heavy from unspoken desires and the pain of his decision tore his heart into shreds as he left you alone. The door swung close behind him and Alastor couldn’t help but feel a sense of loss wash over him. He knew that loving you was hard. And being without you was even harder.

Cruel.

But it was for the best.

He could never love you the way he wanted to – the way you deserved it. And if protecting you meant tearing himself apart in the most gruesome ways possible, so it should be.

*****

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lessi-lover · 5 months

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rough night II m.earps ~

01 ★ ~ m.earps

the night air was thick with laughter and loud music as you stumbled your way through the front door of your apartment. your lack of consciousness making you trip over your own feet into a pile of your wife's spare football boots. your best friends had taken you out for a wild night, and the effects of the alcohol you had most certainly drunk were obvious in your shaky steps and the loud giggles that flowed uncontrollably from your lips.

mary, your ever-patient and loving wife, had been waiting for you, worrying with every passing moment that you had somehow gotten yourself into trouble. tracking your location, she felt a little lighter when she could see you moving towards home. hearing your keys dance around in the lock, she quickly made her way the stairs, almost tripping at how fast she was racing. ready for whatever drunken mess that was likely to greet her at the door, she took a large inhale. "hey there, gorgeous," mary said, her voice like a soothing melody to your pounding head, kissing your cheek as she manoeuvred your body into the living room. “my wife!” you exclaimed, your voice well above room temperature.

"looks like you had quite a night, didn't you love?" you grinned, your words slurred, "mary, It was amazing! I danced, I sang, and I even… I think I won at darts!" you proudly waved an imaginary trophy in the air, almost taking you both down in the process. as you plopped down onto the couch, mary couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle at your drunken antics. this wasn't the first time you had come home uncontrollably drunk, and she knew it certainly wouldn't be last.

“you’ve had quite a bit to drink, haven't you darling?” mary knowingly smiled at you. “what do you mean, baby? I’m sober as a prisoner.” you replied, and thinking you had got the saying correct the blonde sometimes said herself, you put on your best ‘I'm not drunk’ face. “mhm, okay!” mary laughed at you, but you didn’t notice, too distracted by the dizziness you felt.

mary shook her head affectionately, deciding it was time to guide you to bed before you hurt yourself. "well, my little champion, how about we get you ready for bed?" You pouted, protesting, "but I'm not tired, mary! I'm wide awake, see?" as if to prove your point, you blinked rapidly, trying to focus on mary's face. mary grabbed your cheeks, pressing kisses around your face, whilst you giggled into her neck.

"cmon, let's get this makeup off you love." the blonde spoke, in her deep northern accent. "but I look so beautiful!" you complained, covering your face with your hands, in an attempt to keep it on. chuckling softly, mary gently took your waist, and began to carry you up the stairs. "i know, sweetheart, but you know you’ll feel better in the morning if we do. we wouldn't want you waking up with a face full of smudged mascara, now would we?" you pouted even more, but mary's calm demeanour put you at ease.

pulling you into the bedroom, she gently sat you on your bed, kissing your forehead, as she made her way into your wardrobe. grabbing an old england shirt and some fuzzy socks, she carefully lifted you up into her arms. as she started to undress you, you swayed from side to side, relying on her steadying hands to keep you from falling over. “take me out to dinner first, woman.” you said sleepily, your words almost incomprehensible to the girl, if you weren't standing so close together.

mary expertly unzipped your dress, her fingertips sending shivers straight down your spine despite the alcohol that was leaving you senseless. you wondered had you not been drunk how tonight could have gone.

“darling, please help me.” you whined from the bathroom, struggling to take off your makeup. the brunette sighed before helping you up onto the counter and moving in between your legs. “my needy girl,” she teased, strong hands running up and down your bare arms. You giggled woozily, your alcohol high declining by the minute. “Alright, move your head closer.” mary asked you. obviously underestimating how close you already were, you banged your head against the footballer. “ouch.” You pulled back, your girlfriend long forgetting her own injury to tend to yours. “are you okay, my love?” mary questioned, eyes full of concern, fingertips gently brushing over your already forming mark, she knew by tomorrow it would be fully bruised.

once she had deemed you were okay, mary gently started removing your makeup, enjoying the view she got of your natural beauty - she loved times like these the most, when she could just relax with her favourite girl. she wanted you to see yourself the way she saw you. “close your eyes for me, please baby.” you flinched at the wipe she swiped across your eyes. you watched her work in front of you, distracted by the many freckles that adorned the goalkeeper's face and the slight furrow in her brows. mary smiled, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection. “all done, sweetheart.” mary moved her hands underneath your thighs, smoothly lifting you off the bathroom counter.

"you're perfect just the way you are, my love. even when you're a little.. drunk." xhe teased, her tone filled with love and adoration. “am not.” you responded, speaking tiredly into the brunette’s hoodie, one of your favourite from her new "be unapologetically yourself" range. you were almost falling asleep on the poor girl. mary grinned affectionately, her heart swelling as she watched you struggle to keep your eyes open, your eyes closing for longer periods of time at each blink.

not wanting to catch you from falling, he slid her arms over your thighs and grabbed your waist, lifting you effortlessly as if you were made of feathers, cradling you in her arms. you snuggled closer to her neck, finally allowing yourself to be taken by sleep.

"just relax, my love. i've got you."

you mumbled, but the girl didn't hear you, your grip on her underarms tightening ever so slightly. mary carefully lowered you onto the soft mattress, tucking you in tightly, before joining you in the warmth herself. breaking the silence, you muttered the few words you could put together. "thank you, mary, I love you" you slurred, your voice heavy with sleep.

mary leaned down, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. "you're my everything," she whispered, her words imbued with the depth of her emotions. "I love you more than you’ll ever know, in every moment, in every state - sober or drunk." letting out a quiet chuckle at her own silly words. lovingly, she brushed a strand of loose hair from your face.

as the room fell into darkness, mary remained there by your side, her hand finding yours under the covers. she whispered softly, her voice gentle, "sleep well, my love. i'll be right here, i always will be." with that, she placed yet another feather-light kiss on your forehead before settling down next to you, her heart overflowing with love for the beautiful, drunken mess she held close.

the room was silent, with only the soothing sounds of your breathing and the whistling wind outside. wrapped in each other's arms, you both fell into a peaceful slumber.

#mary earps #manchester united #woso #lionesses #mary earps x reader #woso x reader #woso blurbs

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tpcanvas · 1 month

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DAY 9: Music 🎻

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#GwynrielWeeks2024

Title: Melodies of the heart🎶

Gwyn and Azriel strolled along the tranquil shores of the lake. The night was alive with the symphony of nature, and they found solace in each other's company after a long day in the bustling Night Court.

As they walked, Gwyn's eyes sparkled with mischief as she spotted a patch of green lake flowers swaying gently in the breeze. Without hesitation, she waded into the cool water, her laughter floating back to him on the night air.

Curious, Azriel followed her, his gaze never leaving her radiant form. He watched as she twirled and danced among the waves, her laughter mingling with the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.

Lost in the moment, Gwyn began to sing, her voice weaving a spellbinding melody that echoed across the lake. The notes danced in the air, intertwining with the rustle of the leaves and the soft whisper of the breeze.

Azriel watched in awe as Gwyn sang, her voice carrying across the water like a siren's call. Mesmerized by her ethereal presence, he couldn't help but feel a surge of emotions welling up inside him. It was as if time stood still, and he could feel the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders.

When the song ended, Gwyn turned to face him, her eyes shining with unspoken emotion. "For you," she whispered with a quiet laugh, offering him a fluorite crystal she found. She remembered reading about it a while back.

Azriel took it gently, his gaze never leaving hers. "Thank you," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "For everything." He hopped off from the stones to get closer.

Gwyn followed his every move. When nothing is being said, she gave him her assuring smile. “What is it, Shadowsinger? What’s on your mind?”

His eyes reflecting the moonlight as he reached out to touch her cheek. "I have never heard anything so ethereal," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the rustle of the leaves.

Gwyn smiled softly, her heart fluttering at his words. "And you have the soul of a poet," she replied, her fingers intertwining with his. In that moment, with the moon as their witness, they both knew that they had found something rare and precious in each other.

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Sorry i got carried away but here’s a little story i wrote for this art scene. It’s been awhile since i did something like this, so i apologize if it’s a little rusty pls be kind.😅

Hope you enjoy!

#acosf #gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #digital fanart #gwynriel fanart #acotar #gwyn berdara fanart #gwynriel fanfiction #gwynriel week 2024 #gwyn berdara #gwynriel week #pro gwynriel

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tosomeonessomeone · 2 months

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your smile.

words・ 2.9k /pairings・ Bang Chan x reader / genres・ fluff / warnings・ none

Karaoke ver.

As the night progressed and the karaoke session entered its peak, Chan's energy seemed to escalate. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he scrolled through the song list until he found it—Bruno Mars's signature tune, "Just the Way You Are."

A grin spread across Chan's face as he looked over at you, excitement dancing in his gaze. "Hey, guess what I'm going to sing next?"

You chuckled, already anticipating the song choice. "Let me guess, 'Just the Way You Are' by Bruno Mars?"

Chan's grin widened as he nodded enthusiastically. "You got it! It's my signature song, after all."

As the familiar melody filled the room, Chan's voice resonated with passion and emotion, capturing the essence of the heartfelt lyrics. With each note, his voice soared, carrying the sincerity and warmth of the song's message.

As Chan sang each part of the song, his eyes remained fixed on you, his voice carrying the weight of every heartfelt word.

"Her eyes, her eyes," he crooned, his gaze softening as he emphasized each syllable, "Make the stars look like they're not shinin'."

With each line, Chan's voice echoed with sincerity, his gaze never wavering as he continued, "Her hair, her hair, Falls perfectly without her tryin'."

As he sang his eyes seemed to convey a depth of emotion that resonated with the lyrics. "She's so beautiful, and I tell her every day," he sang, his voice filled with tenderness and affection.

But it was in the chorus that his gaze held the most intensity, as if every word was a silent declaration meant just for you. "When I see your face, There's not a thing that I would change," he sang, his eyes locked on yours, "Cause you're amazing, Just the way you are."

With a grateful smile and a nod of appreciation to the neon lights that had inadvertently concealed your blush, you leaned back, savoring the precious moments of your friendship with him.

As the final strains of the song melted into the air, Chan's gaze lingered, his eyes filled with an intensity that seemed to transcend the music. The room fell silent, as Chan hesitated, a flicker of emotion crossing his features.

Unable to contain the feelings that surged within him, Chan took a deep breath, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "I... I couldn't hold it anymore," he admitted, his words carrying a weight of vulnerability.

With a tremor in his voice, Chan continued, his eyes never wavering from yours. "I know we've been through so much together, and... and I just need to say..." His words trailed off, lost in the intensity of the moment.

A swell of emotion rose within you, your heart pounding with anticipation. In the hush of the room, you could feel the weight of Chan's words hanging in the air, poised on the precipice of revelation.

And then, in a moment of clarity and courage, Chan spoke from the depths of his heart. "I care about you more than words can say. You mean everything to me, and I just needed you to know… I adore you"

In the intimate confines of the karaoke room, with the neon lights casting a soft glow around you, Chan's confession hung in the air like a delicate melody waiting to be embraced. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you, suspended in a moment of vulnerability and truth.

The tension between you intensified, the air crackling with unspoken emotion. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, you rose from your seat, drawn inexorably closer to him.

With each step, your heart pounded in your chest, the rhythm of anticipation matching the tempo of your shared desire. As you closed the distance between you, Chan's words faded into the background, replaced by the magnetic pull of your connection.

Gently, almost instinctively, you reached out, cupping Chan's face in your trembling hands. His gaze met yours, a flicker of vulnerability dancing in the depths of his eyes, mirroring the emotions that swirled within your own soul.

And then, without hesitation, you closed the remaining space between you, pressing your lips to his in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, the world fell away, leaving only the intoxicating sweetness of your shared embrace.

As your lips met, a surge of electricity coursed through your veins, igniting a fire that burned with an intensity you had never known. Chan responded in kind, his arms encircling you, drawing you closer until there was no space left between you.

In that timeless moment, the karaoke room faded into oblivion, its neon lights dimming in comparison to the brilliance of your love. The microphone slipped from Chan's grasp, forgotten amidst the overwhelming tide of emotion that consumed you.

Leaning back, breathless from the intensity of the moment, you whispered softly, "I adore you too," your words carrying the weight of sincerity and affection. With a tender smile, you closed the distance between you once more, sealing your declaration with another sweet kiss.

In that fleeting exchange, the depth of your emotions echoed in the gentle brush of your lips, a silent promise of devotion. It was a moment suspended in time, a testament to the bond that had blossomed between you and Chan, transcending words and defying explanation.

As you lingered in each other's embrace, the world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of your shared affection to light the way forward.

His bedroom ver.

As Chan leaned back against a pile of pillows, he glanced at the ceiling, lost in thought. "So, what's been going on with you lately?"

You shrugged, propping yourself up on your elbows. "Oh, you know, the usual. Work, trying to find some time to relax in between."

He nodded, understandingly. "Yeah, it's been pretty hectic with the group too. We've got that comeback showcase next week, and then we're off to Japan for a mini-tour."

"That sounds intense," you remarked, fiddling with a loose thread on the carpet. "But exciting, too. I can't wait to see how everything turns out."

Chan grinned, his eyes lighting up. "Yeah, it's definitely going to be an adventure. By the way, have you heard about the new song we've been working on? It's going to blow everyone away."

You chuckled. "You say that about every song you guys make, but somehow, you always manage to deliver."

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Hey, you gotta have confidence, right?"

"Absolutely," you agreed, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. "Confidence is key."

"So, any exciting plans for after the tour?" you asked, breaking the silence.

Chan stretched his arms out above his head, considering your question. "Not really sure yet. Probably just some downtime with the members, catching up on sleep, maybe binge-watching a few shows."

"That sounds like a perfect way to recharge," you said, nodding in agreement. "You guys definitely deserve it after all the hard work."

He smiled gratefully. "Thanks. What about you? Any fun activities or trips planned?"

You shook your head. "Not really. Just hoping to catch up on some reading and maybe take a short trip to the countryside for some fresh air."

"That sounds nice," Chan said, his eyes brightening with enthusiasm. "Sometimes, the simplest things can be the most refreshing."

You smiled, appreciating his outlook on life. "Definitely. It's all about finding those little moments of peace and contentment."

As the conversation continued to flow effortlessly between the two of you, you couldn't help but feel grateful for Chan's friendship and the moments of calmness he brought into your life, even amidst the chaos of his own.

The comfortable silence enveloped you both, punctuated only by the soft tapping of fingers on screens as you scrolled through your phones. It was a familiar scene, one you had shared many times before.

You couldn't help but notice the peacefulness of the moment, contrasting with the lively chaos that often surrounded Chan and his fellow members.

You glanced over at Chan, his brow furrowed in concentration as he navigated through messages and notifications.

Despite the tranquility of the moment, you knew that silence wasn't something he often experienced, especially with his energetic bandmates always around.

As the minutes passed, the silence remained unbroken, yet the connection between you and Chan only grew stronger, a silent acknowledgment of the bond you shared.

And in that moment, surrounded by stillness, you felt grateful for the simple pleasure of each other's company.

You chuckled as you scrolled through TikTok, watching people confessing their feelings to each other in creative ways. Turning to Chan, you posed a playful question, "Hey, if you were to confess to someone, would you do it by singing a song?"

Chan looked up from his phone, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Hmm, that's an interesting idea. I suppose it depends on the person and the situation."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "Oh? So, you're saying there's a chance you might serenade someone?"

He laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I mean, I'm not ruling it out. Singing can be a powerful way to express your feelings, you know?"

"True," you nodded, thinking about the heartfelt emotions that music could convey. "It could definitely leave a lasting impression."

Chan grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Who knows, maybe one day you'll see me on TikTok, belting out a love song for someone special."

You chuckled, imagining Chan's smooth vocals serenading an unsuspecting recipient. "I'll keep an eye out for that, then."

As the conversation veered into playful banter, you couldn't help but appreciate Chan's lighthearted demeanor and his willingness to embrace romantic gestures, even if they involved a bit of singing.

Feeling Chan's gaze lingering on you, you tried to focus on your phone screen, scrolling through the endless stream of content. Despite the silence between you, his presence felt palpable, a gentle weight in the room.

Trying to maintain your composure, you pretended to be engrossed in whatever was on your phone, hoping to deflect any attention his way. But deep down, you couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind, what thoughts were swirling behind those piercing eyes.

The seconds ticked by, each one filled with an unspoken tension that hung in the air. You could feel the urge to look up, to meet his gaze, but something held you back, a fear of what you might find there.

In the quiet of the room, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioner, a steady rhythm that underscored the awkwardness of the moment. It was as if time itself had slowed down, stretching the silence into an eternity.

Finally, unable to bear the weight of the unspoken, you mustered the courage to glance up, meeting Chan's eyes with a hesitant smile. And in that fleeting moment, you found solace in the familiarity of his gaze, a silent understanding that bridged the distance between you.

With a shared small smile, the tension dissipated, replaced by a sense of ease that washed over you like a gentle tide. And as you returned to your phone, the silence no longer felt suffocating, but comforting, a reminder of the unspoken bond that bound you and Chan together.

As you thought silence would continue, Chan's melodic voice filled the room, softly crooning the lyrics of "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars, you felt a rush of warmth spread through you. His gentle rendition of the song enveloped you like a soothing embrace, drawing you in closer with each heartfelt note.

You turned to look at him, your gaze locking with his, as if caught in a spell woven by the power of music. His eyes sparkled with sincerity, his voice carrying a depth of emotion that resonated deep within your soul.

With a tender gesture, Chan reached out and delicately tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his touch sending shivers down your spine. It was a simple yet intimate gesture, one that spoke volumes without the need for words.

"And when you smile, the whole world stops and stares for a while," Chan sang softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Cause girl, you're amazing just the way you are."

His words hung in the air, lingering like a sweet melody, as if painting a portrait of admiration and adoration. In that moment, surrounded by the gentle strains of the song.

As the final notes of the song faded into the silence, you remained locked in a wordless exchange, the air tinged with an unspoken understanding. And in Chan's eyes, you found a reflection of your own worth and beauty, a reminder that you were truly loved just the way you are.

"Wow, if you serenade your crush like that, they'll be as smitten with you as I am right now," you joked softly, a smile playing on your lips.

Chan's eyes sparkled with amusement as he replied, "Well, I'm glad I've had that effect on you."

In that moment, something shifted within you, a realization dawning like a gentle sunrise. Before you could articulate your thoughts, Chan leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a tender, lingering kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of Chan's touch and the softness of his lips against yours. It was a moment suspended in time, a silent promise of something more, something deeper than words could convey.

As he pulled back, you were left breathless, your heart racing with a mixture of surprise and longing. In Chan's gaze, you saw a reflection of your own feelings mirrored back at you, a silent affirmation of the connection between you.

Your hand instinctively reached for Chan's cheek, his warmth against your palm grounding you in the reality of the moment. He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing in a silent surrender to the emotions swirling between you.

As you drew closer, your breath mingling with his, you whispered softly, "Please, tell me this isn't a prank?"

Chan's eyes fluttered open, his gaze locking with yours in a silent vow. "It's not a prank," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've never been more serious about anything in my life."

His words hung in the air, a solemn declaration of his feelings, his intentions laid bare before you. In that fragile moment, doubt melted away, leaving only the undeniable truth of your connection.

With a gentle resolve, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting again in a tender embrace. It was a kiss filled with promise, a silent vow to explore the depths of this newfound love together.

And as you melted into each other's embrace, the world faded away, leaving only the sweet symphony of your beating hearts, a testament to the magic of love found in the most unexpected places.

Chan's arms wrapped around you, drawing you closer to his body. The world around you faded into insignificance as you melted into each other's embrace, lost in the warmth of the moment.

The softness of his lips against yours sent waves of warmth cascading through you, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each passing moment.

The forgotten phones lay untouched, a testament to the magnetic pull of your connection, drawing you closer together on the floor of his bedroom. In that intimate space, time seemed to stand still, each heartbeat echoing the rhythm of your shared passion.

Wrapped in each other's arms, you surrendered to the sweet surrender of the moment, lost in a world where only the two of you existed. And as you lay there, bodies entwined and hearts intertwined, you knew that this was just the beginning of a love story waiting to unfold.

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wonijinjin · 20 days

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seventeen’s vocal unit singing their s/o to sleep

author’s note: this is such a cute thought i love when people sing others to sleep.

synopsis: what the title says.

word count: 0.9k | genre: fluff, comfort | pairings: seventeen vocal unit x gn! reader | warnings: mentions of food

the moment jeonghan saw your eyes drooping while on your way back to your home he thought he would melt. he was driving with you on the passenger seat and it was nearing midnight, so it was no surprise that you weren’t able to resist the calling of dreamland. “are you gonna fall asleep on me? you promised you would keep me company.” he joked while looking over at you at the red light. “i know, but i am sleepy.” you replied trying to surpass a yawn. “i will play some music that will hype you up.” he reached out to turn on the radio, but you stopped him with a whine. “sing for me, please?” you pleaded. he naturally couldn’t resist his baby angel’s soft gaze, so he started humming the melody of to you. “that sounds nice.” you smiled sheepisly with closed eyes, already half asleep. “quiet. just sleep.” jeonghan ordered then continued while you fell asleep.

you watched as joshua entered through the door after his shower, hair messy and face tired. “it is so great to finally be able to relax after this long day.” he whispered into your hair after he got under the covers of your shared bed. “thank you for waiting for me.” he cupped your cheeks, giving them a soft kiss each, his golden eyes boring into yours under the moonlight. “i am so glad you are back darling. i missed you.” you said while settling into his arms further, getting sleepier by the minute. “so did i.” he replied in a warm tone. soon after the silence a heavenly sound hit your ears; his voice singing run to you. “i love your voice so much, shua.” you adored how gentle his voice was, just like he himself. he stopped for a moment to let out a giggle, then continued; you could hear the happiness in his tone, how content he was with the situation, enjoying how he could witness your last moments before sleep took over your form. “sweet dreams darling, good night.”

“how can you keep composing songs for days without really sleeping?” you asked jihoon while chilling on his couch in the studio. “when you are in love with music it is easier than you’d think.” he laughed quietly. “and i am in love with not just your music, but you aswell.” you kissed his cheek. “thank you babe.” he smiled like a maniac, but what could he do, you made his heart jump for you every single minute. “you should rest a bit though. it is geting late and i know you are not used to staying up.” he suddenly said. he was always the type to take care of you, you were his world, his muse inspiring him every day to keep going. shortly, he loved you so much. “you are right as always, sir.” you playfully answered, making yourself comfortable on the couch, looking at him sitting at his desk and doing something on the computer. “it would be so great if you sang me to sleep baby.” you muttered, face squished into the pillow. he didn’t answer but instead gently sang as you wanted, the lyrics of _world making your heart flutter, soon taking you deeper into dreamland.

it was a late afternoon, on the weekend. you were in bed with dokyeom, him scrolling through his phone and you relaxing silently with eyes closed, trying to take in the rare moment of peace at this hour, letting the light of the descending sun tickle your skin. “look sunshine, isn’t this cat so adorable?” dk suddenly asked, tapping your shoulder to get your attention. “yeah, it is baby.” upon seeing his excited face you sighed; this was everything you’ve ever dreamed of, your happy place. “are you planning on taking a nap?” he mumbled, in the meantime muffling an escaping yawn. “i could, but only if you join me.” you replied. “want me to sing april shower to you? i know you love it so much and it goes so well with the vibe right now.” you kissed his lips tenderly, voice barely above a whisper. “i would not pass this opportunity on for anything else my love.” not even ten minutes later he found you snoozing next to him, making his heart flutter yet again.

“drop the beat!” you watched as seungkwan grabbed the microphone and started dancing and singing; you were in a karaoke booth, after spending the night out doing shopping and having dinner. while walking down the street he spotted the sign inviting you to sing a bit, and him being himself of course he had to drag you into the tiny room to enjoy yourselves for a bit longer before taking a turn to go home and sleep. you were quite drained, having had delicious food before; the sleepiness had definitely set in, you kind of felt like a big baby for it, but you didn’t want to ruin his fun so you opted for watching him quietly from the couch. “come on babyboo! sing with me!” he pleaded and you joined him, bobbing your head to the rhythm. “you are getting sleepy, aren’t you? you are such a big baby.” he giggled while gently patting your hair, turning the volume down a bit. “want me to sing you to sleep? you can nap a bit here, we still have time left.” he asked, and your ears perked up at his question. “yes please.” he got to the keyboard, waiting for you expectantly. “so which song is it this time?” you thought for a moment, then typed it in for him. “ah i see, yawn it is then. coming right up!” as the music started you could barely hear his angelic voice anymore, sleep overtaking you. “have a good nap baby.”

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The Cat-Parent Trap

Alternatively: Rocket, Mango, and the Idiots in Love

Vernon Chwe x Reader (gender not specified i think? i hope?)

Genre: fluff (figurative & literal)

Word Count: 8.3k

Wanings: some cursing / adult language. alcohol & drunk decisions. some mild jealousy. there are so many cats.

[Series: Serenity Street 17] You start feeding what appears to be a pair of neighbourhood cats. Turns out they belong to the cute guy living in the rooftop apartment.

Note: is this a Vernon romance fic or a typed-out version of my never-ending dreams of getting a cat with Vernon? no clue.

“Hello there, little guys.”

Your melodious greeting was met with an equally musical chorus of meows, purrs and chirps. The otherwise empty hallway filled with the soft patting of tiny feet, the footsteps getting louder as they rushed to greet you, never once forgetting to let out another chirp to tell you they missed you.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at the way the smaller black one rubbed itself against your leg, jumping up a little to reach the tips of your fingers for affection. The other, white cat was more passive, merely meowing at you impatiently as she sat down barely a metre from you.

Though you expected no proper answer, you still asked them if they were hungry and how their days had been as you made your way over to the door. The apartment door – a proud golden number 4B shining on it – came unlocked with ease, even with the cats pressing against your calves and bumping against the door frame.

“Give me a moment,” you told them and opened the door.

The sight of the two cats running in like it was their home to begin with greatly amused you. Before you could even blink, the black cat had settled down on your couch, snuggling into your cushion. The other one jumped onto your kitchen chair, expectantly staring at you.

You couldn’t help but wonder where they really lived. Were they just stray cats from the neighbourhood that one of the inhabitants had let in out of pity? Or did they have an owner somewhere in this building? Maybe it was the new couple upstairs: Wonwoo did seem rather fond of cats. Or perhaps they belonged to the grumpy guy from 1B – he seemed to rather adore animals as well.

Whoever their owner was or was not, you did not have the heart to turn these cats away when they asked for snacks so sweetly.

At this point, it was second nature to toe off your shoes and head to the kitchen cabinet to pull out a small bag of treats and a bigger bag of dry food for cats.

All it took was just the sound of the bags being taken out and both cats were once again circling you as if you deserved all the worship in the world. They only calmed down once you had placed the food in the little bowl you had bought for them a few weeks back.

“Eat well,” you sang, and got started on your evening routine. You liked having these cats around – the two-bedroom apartment seemed less empty when the cats visited for an evening.

Sometimes they stayed the night, with the white one happily curled up on your window sill as the black one in a comfy spot at the foot of the bed. You deeply cherished these nights and once again a thought came to mind: who was the one that got to enjoy their cuddles on most night – on the nights when they weren’t with you?

But even with these thoughts plaguing you, you felt a little selfish. You liked these cats. Asking around for their owner could lead to never seeing them again. And then what? You’d have to get a cat or two of your own.

Wide-eyed, you paused in the middle of washing your teeth and stared at your reflection. “That’s not a bad idea.”

A small accusatory meow came from the bathtub, where the white cat had somehow settled down for the evening. You took that as a firm ‘no’ and continued your routine.

Once you were settled in bed, the black cat joined you. Her paws immediately got busy kneading your blanket. You concluded that she either had no sense of loyalty or she really liked you.

You now found that sleep came easier with the cats in your apartment.

The next morning, you did your routine and let the cats out as you stepped out of the apartment. Their little chirps accusing you of abandoning them for the day just about broke your heart. But the show must go on, and they weren’t your cats to begin with. You sighed and began turning the key.

“Wait…” a low voice echoed in the hallway.

Your head whipped around to face towards the staircase. A guy stood there, eyes wide as saucers.

It took you a moment to figure out what he was looking at so intently. It wasn’t you – unless he had a thing for feet –, so it must have been the two cats standing next to you.

To your surprise, the cats seemed equally baffled to see the guy there, their chirps ending momentarily as they stared right back at him as if they’d seen a shadow of their dark past.

“This is where you guys were the whole night?” the guy finally spoke, finally relaxing his posture and frown.

As your eyes adjusted to the light, you found yourself in awe. This man looked like someone straight off a coming of age film poster. Did someone this good-looking really live in this complex?

No. There was no way. You would remember this face. He must have been visiting someone on the 6th floor.

But then… why would he care about the cats?

“Do you live here?” you blurted out without much thinking, barely able to keep yourself from slapping a hand over your mouth right after. “Sorry, that was kind of rude. I–”

He chuckled. “I live upstairs, in 6A.” Your knees almost buckled when he walked over to you, picking up one of the cats. “And these guys, they live with me.”

Your mouth felt incredibly dry. “They’re your cats then?”

“Yep,” he nodded and fondly scratched the black cat under the chin, “raised this one myself. Her name is Rocket.”

You really didn’t mean to snort at the name. “Your cat’s name is Rocket?”

He shrugged, completely unbothered by your evident judgement. “I like it, she likes it, … my roommate likes it a bit too much.”

“Roommate?”

Now you put the two and two together: the elusive pair of guys in the rooftop apartment, 6A. The guys that were rarely seen outside the apartment because they – or so it was rumoured by Seungkwan and Mingyu – were unapologetic introverts. That would explain why you had never seen this guy in all your months of living here.

“What were you guys doing here?” he asked the cats so softly you barely heard it. He never once ceased to scratch them. “I was all worried the whole night and here you guys are, cozying up to the pretty neighbour.”

You wondered if it was always this hot in the hallway. When was the last time somebody opened a window here? Maybe you needed to go out and get some fresh air.

“Oh, right!” You slapped your own forehead and locked the door, giving it one last tug to check if you had really finished the task, before dashing down the stairs.

“It was nice to meet you!” you called over your shoulder all the while running. You’d be damned if you were late to work because of a man and his cats.

Once you were out of his line of sight and out of the building, you paused for a moment. The moment replayed in your head like a broken record and you slapped your cheeks to wake yourself. Why did you have to be so damn awkward?

You couldn’t help but sulk as the reality sank in on your way to work.

“I didn’t even ask for his name.”

A week passed without the two cats. An uncharacteristically depressing and boring and long week.

You had grown so used to their chirps and meows every other day. You had even bought a new bag of treats for them like you always did on Thursdays – even though the old one was still half-full.

When you made your way home after a walk on Saturday and saw a lump on your doorstep, you froze. Anxious hope filled you as you inspected it from afar. One step, two steps… On the third step, your anxiety turned into joy.

“Rocket!” you called out to her sweetly and rushed over to pet her head. She purred at your touch. “I was starting to fear you moved or something.”

She only meowed in explanation and stretched while you unlocked the door. She was in before you could even fully open the door – you laughed at the familiarity of it all. Even if it was just Rocket with no sign of the other cat, you were glad to have this moment.

You gave her treats and food before bringing your soft blanket to the sofa so you could commence your favourite Saturday activity: cuddling your neighbour’s cats while watching whichever TV show called to you the most.

It seemed that Rocket was just as glad to partake in the routine. She jumped into your lap before you could even turn the TV on, already purring and kneading the fabric. Maybe she missed you as much as you missed her.

Would her owner be mad if you stole her from him?

You shook the thought out of your head and pressed play on your show. The familiar atmosphere and routine were exactly what you needed to relax after a long week.

Then, just as you reached the halfway point of the first episode, a knock sounded on your door. You decided to ignore it at first – the show was just getting good – but then a second knock sounded, a little louder.

With a sigh, you gently lifted Rocket off you – not before she could accusingly meow at you – and headed for the door. The door opened to reveal her handsome owner.

“Hi,” he started somewhat awkwardly, lifting a hand to give you something similar to a wave, “is my cat here?”

You didn’t really want to give Rocket back, honestly. But you reminded yourself that you were a law-abiding citizen and nodded. Still – maybe you could use this situation to fix a different mistake.

“I’ll give you your cat if you give me your name,” you told him.

His eyes widened at those words. “I– What?” He laughed in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

You nodded. “You can’t expect me to give Rocket to a stranger, can you?”

He seemed to contemplate for a moment, his brows furrowing in thought. “You… don’t know my name?” Seeing you shake your head, his frown deepened. “How? We’ve been neighbours for months.”

“I know almost everyone in this block,” you informed him, “so, it’s clearly not my fault. Maybe you’re just too introverted.”

“... Fair.” He straightened his back and turned his frown into a smile. “Hi, I’m Vernon from 6A.

You smiled back brightly. “Hi, I’m–”

“(Y/n) from 5D, I know,” he finished for you before even realising what he said. When the realisation hit, he matched your wide eyes and began spouting apologies: “Oh, I don’t mean like I’m a stalker or anything– I just– I swear I don’t–”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his awkward ramblings. Without another word, you opened the door wider and invited him in with a small gesture of your hand. He breathed out in relief and wandered inside, almost immediately zeroing in on the black ball of fur on your sofa.

“Rocket,” he called to her. The cat’s ear twitched but she made no move to look at him. He sighed. “Rocket!” Still nothing. He turned to you with an apologetic look. “She’s usually more cooperative.”

“I’m sure she’s just very comfy,” you told him with a chuckle. “Her belly’s full and the blanket’s soft, so she’s probably just being lazy.”

Vernon’s brows furrowed again. “You fed her?”

“I always do.” You shrugged. “It’s either that or she steals the cheese off my sandwiches. I chose the lesser evil.”

He laughed at that, nodding in agreement. “Clever.”

With that, he toed off his shoes and walked over to the cat, picking her up. The cat didn’t seem to like the handling much, lowly growling before settling against his chest. Vernon made a show of bouncing her before looking at you somewhat accusingly, “So that’s why she’s been getting so heavy.”

You had no excuses.

He laughed again. “It’s fine. It’s not like I’ve been saving on treats either.” As he put on his shoes again, his cat in his arms, he told you, “I’m sorry she got out again, by the way. I thought I cat-proofed our apartment, but she’s clearly smarter than I am. I’ll try to figure something out. Sorry again, for the inconvenience.”

Then, with a friendly “goodnight!”, Vernon was gone again, and Rocket with him. Back to lonely weekend depression you fell.

When another week passed without a cat nor a boyfriend, you reached a conclusion: it was time for a pet.

On your day off, you walked to the pet store and headed straight for the rodent cages and fish aquariums. The small animals scurried and swam around in their enclosures, perhaps hoping you’d choose them.

But you were hesitating. After ten minutes of just watching them, contemplating if you were more of a hamster or a rat girl, you sighed and gave up. Sure, a rodent would be a good beginner pet, but, god, you missed the cat.

With a defeated frown, you turned around to leave. Without looking at where you were going, you walked into a warm body. Stumbling back in surprise, you began rambling apologies.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” a familiar laugh sounded. You looked up from the floor to sigh in relief when you recognised Vernon. He offered a wave and a smile. “You okay? You seemed pretty deep in thought.”

You shrugged. “Just contemplating my options, I guess.”

“Options?” Vernon wondered and adjusted the bag of cat food in his arms. He glanced at the cages behind you before understanding dawned on him. “Are you thinking of getting a hamster?”

“Or maybe a chinchilla,” you half-joked. “They seem pretty cuddly too.”

“Oh.” His smile dropped as realisation hit him hard. “You liked having Rocket visit you, didn’t you? I stole your cuddle buddy. I’m sorry.”

For someone who you had formally only known for a week, Vernon was awfully good at reading your mind. You decided to ignore the thought and nodded, trying to seem as playful as you could. “I’m a little mad at you, actually.”

“Can I…make it up to you?” he wondered after a moment, eyes sparkling.

For a moment, you contemplated telling him a date would be a great compensation. It wouldn’t hurt to shoot your shot, right? And then you could maybe have both: a boyfriend and a cat to cure your loneliness. A double win!

But before you could find the courage to even jokingly ask your handsome neighbour out, Vernon came up with his own idea: “You know, I volunteer at a cat shelter in the city. I’m going there tomorrow, actually. Maybe you’d like to come along? Sort of like a date, if you want.” He mistook your silent processing for hesitation, short of rejection, and quickly added, “Maybe you’ll even a find yourself a cat there. Who knows? Doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

You couldn’t have said yes fast enough.

“Ta-da!” Vernon cheered somewhat monotonously as you stepped into the shelter after him. “Welcome to Kiki’s Cat House.”

As he led you further into the lobby, he continued, “I’ve been volunteering here for years. It’s like a second family, honestly.”

“So, where are all the cats?” You looked around the empty room: only a counter, some shelves, a houseplant and beanbags.

He chuckled at your impatience before taking your hand – you tried really hard to not think about the gesture – and leading you into a hallway. There, he opened a door, revealing a room full of spacious cages.

“This is where we keep the spicy, the grumpy, the horny and the antisocial,” he explained as you walked into the room. “They’re gonna take some socialising before we can let them hang out with the other cats, but we’re trying our best. Some of them are just plain assholes, though. This one—” he accusingly pointed at a scruffy orange one-eyed cat, “tried to take my hand off last month. I had to get stitches.”

“Sounds painful.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m sure he’s had to go through a worse life than I. I forgave him this time.”

After letting you wander and look around for a while, he nudged you. “Do you want to go see where the fun happens?”

“And by ‘fun’ you mean…?”

He chuckled, took your hand again and led you to a room across the hall. Your jaw dropped at the sheer amount of cats wandering around the cosy room. Some were napping on a sofa. Others were climbing on carefully crafted carpeted shelves on the walls. A fluffy grey cat rushed to meet the two of you – or just Vernon, most likely – and chirped cheerfully as your companion crouched down to give her endless head pats.

“Hello there, June,” he greeted with a smile and picked up the cat, straightening back to his full height while holding her to his chest. “She’s kind of new here but she’s a cuddly one.”

When he leaned a little closer to you, you took the invitation to raise your hand and scratch under the cat’s chin. She let out a loud purr at your actions, all the while kneading the fabric of Vernon’s grey hoodie.

“Who knows,” he mumbled, “maybe you’ll want to take her home at the end of the day?”

You chuckled. “It sounds like you have an agenda.”

“Yeah – I need you to stop overfeeding my and my roommate’s cats,” he joked. “They’re chubby as it is.”

“They’re the perfect cuddle size,” you argued.

Vernon offered you a playful glare. “Do you want to tell that to my vet the next time I’m taking them for a check-up? I got scolded last time.”

You laughed. “Alright. Fair. I’ll try to give them less treats the next time they visit. Is the white cat your roommate’s then?”

While waiting for his answer, you crouched down to offer your hand to a black-and-white cat passing by. He gave your fingers a sniff, did a little twirl before pressing his head against your palm for a moment, and then continued on his journey to the food bowls.

Vernon watched him closely, probably already making a list of tasks to accomplish before leaving, and answered absent-mindedly, “Yeah. Snowflake. Jun got him from this shelter. I got Rocket from here too. That’s Kiki, by the way. He’s the shelter’s mascot.”

“And here I was hoping he could be the one,” you joked, already reaching out to another curious cat.

Vernon smiled at you before placing June down onto the floor again. “I’m sure we’ll find your perfect cat. Don’t worry.” As he was crouching next to you, his eyes searched the room for familiar faces. His eyes lit up all of a sudden. “Mango!”

“Mango?” you wondered.

He nodded enthusiastically before practically crawling over to a cardboard box with a door hole on its side. Curious, you followed after him, your heart melting when you saw exactly what had caught your neighbour’s attention: a calico cat lying in the box, on a yellow fleece blanket, nursing two adorable kittens – a black one with white socks and a fluffy orange one. The mother let out a little purr when Vernon reached over to pet her head.

“She had kittens last month,” he whispered as if to not disturb her peace. He glanced around. “I guess the other cats aren’t troubling them too much, otherwise the staff wouldn’t have let her back here.”

“They’re so tiny,” you whispered, eyes sparkling at the sight. “I didn’t realise kittens could be so small.”

“They’re already pretty big, actually,” he chuckled. “You should’ve seen them when they were born. I could’ve fit both of them in my palm.” After another minute of watching the mother and her children, Vernon nudged your side. “Come on, we have work to do. If you do your chores, maybe she’ll let you play with them.”

“Yes, dad,” you joked and joined him in the tasks. But even as you busied yourself, you couldn’t stop looking back towards the box. You had fallen in love with the sweet Mango.

As if, once again, reading your mind, Vernon smiled at you empathetically. “If you want to adopt Mango, you’ll have to take the kittens too. Or wait a little. They should be old enough to be adopted in less than two months.”

You pouted; you weren’t sure you could handle three cats. For the rest of the little date, even Vernon’s blatant flirting and adorable smiles couldn’t cheer you up and bring you out of your thoughts. And so, you left the shelter with a regretful heart.

“You know,” Vernon tried to cheer you up on the way back, “if you want, you can adopt all three of them. Kittens aren’t too difficult to raise. She’ll do most of the work.”

“But I don’t know if I’m ready for that responsibility,” you whispered dejectedly as you slumped into the seat of the bus. “Three cats is a lot more than one.”

“Well,” he sighed softly and reached over to hold your hand, “if you change your mind, I’d be happy to help you bring them home.”

Little did he know the feeling of his hand in yours, fingers interlocked, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, was enough to distract you from your thoughts.

The gnawing regret in your heart did not go away until Wonwoo and Eunmi drove you to the shelter three days later. The engaged couple was more than enthusiastic to help you bring Mango and her kittens home.

You had planned on calling Vernon and inviting him along too, but in the excitement of this new step, you completely forgot. Instead of him, you had turned to Wonwoo, Eunmi and Jihoon (the grumpy guy from 1B) who had all pitched in to help you get your apartment cat-ready. It was the three of them that had encouraged you to take this step anyway – it was only fair that they help.

And now, on this Saturday evening, you could cuddle with your very own cat as a drama played on the TV. You couldn’t stop smiling at the fact that she already trusted you enough to snuggle with you under the blanket, hidden from view, and let her kittens wander around your bedroom without supervision. Who knows, you thought, maybe she’s trying to rest from the responsibilities of motherhood. You couldn’t blame her.

Then, like déjà-vu, a knock sounded on your front door in the midway point of the first episode. Unwilling to leave your comfortable spot, you tried to ignore it. A second knock sounded louder, this time followed by Vernon’s voice, “Hey, can I come in?”

You sighed and called out, “The door’s unlocked.”

“Is it?” he wondered and tried the knob. To his surprise, the door opened immediately. He frowned. “Dude, I don’t think that’s safe. Do you always leave your door unlocked like this?”

He closed the door behind himself and walked into the apartment, keeping his eyes down.

You chuckled. “No, do you think I’m stupid? Wonwoo and Eunmi only left a little while ago – I didn’t get around to locking the door after them. Was a little preoccupied.”

He hummed, still not looking at you as he untied his shoes.

“So,” your eyes narrowed at him, “what brings you to my humble abode?”

“Uh,” he sighed deeply and looked up, “I came to tell you something. I… I got a call from the shelter. They said that…” His frown deepened at the way your eyes sparkled with what he assumed must have been hope. “They said that Mango and her kittens got adopted today. I’m sorry," he breathed out, eyes sad as he cautiously watched you, as if afraid of your reaction. When you only shrugged and nodded, his brows furrowed even more. “Aren’t you upset? I thought you wanted to adopt her yourself…”

It was only then that you realised you had, in fact, forgotten to call him and tell him your plan. He must have thought you'd be heartbroken at the news. Maybe he had even asked the people at the shelter to keep Mango for you. Suddenly, your heart ached at the sight of his sorrowful expression. “Vernon…”

“It’s okay, though,” he quickly interrupted. “We can always go and see if you like any of the other cats." You couldn't find the words to say and once again he took your silence for sadness and rushed to comfort you. "Actually, there’s this girl called Citrus. I’m sure you would like her too. We could go see her tomorrow, if you wanted.” You remained silent, trying to figure out if you wanted to laugh or cry at his thoughtfulness. “(Y/n)?”

You couldn’t take it any more. Instead of saying anything, you gestured for him to come over to you on the sofa. Obediently, he followed your orders and approached you, sitting down next to you.

Once he was seated, you took his hand and led it over to where your cat was snuggled into your stomach under the yellow blanket. Vernon’s brows shot up in surprise.

“Is Rocket here again? I swear she was at home…”

You laughed and rolled down the blanket to reveal two pointy ears, one grey and one orange. His jaw dropped as he reached over to pet her head. Eyes shining, he asked, “You got a cat?”

“Not just any cat,” you told him in a conspiratorial whisper and rolled the blanket down even further until he recognised her calico pattern.

He gasped. “Mango!”

You giggled at his reaction and the way he immediately leaned down to coo at her, her purrs getting louder by the second.

“So,” he realised, smiling brightly, “it was you who adopted her!”

You nodded proudly and gave her a little scratch on the back. “I couldn’t stand the thought of just leaving her there. So, Wonwoo drove me to the shelter and we brought her to her new home. She seems pretty happy to be here.”

“She’s already cuddling with you,” he mused. “It took me weeks to get Rocket to even let me pet her.”

“Maybe she was waiting for me,” you whispered, happy at the thought.

“And the kittens?” he suddenly wondered, sitting up straight. You pointed to your bedroom door.

“Jihoon and I spent the entire morning kitten-proofing my room so we could let them loose there. But I’m sure they’ve gotten to some trouble already.”

Vernon frowned, seeming almost offended. “You called Jihoon but not me?”

“I was going to call you,” you swore, “but it’s been an exciting day so I just–”

“Have you named the kittens yet?” he changed the subject suddenly, as if the previous topic bothered him too much to even consider talking about it. “I don’t think the shelter staff gave them names yet.”

You smiled. “Well, the black one is called Socks.”

“... Because of his white socks?”

“Obviously,” you nodded. “And the ginger one's called Peaches – I guess Jihoon wanted to keep her name on theme.”

“Jihoon named her?” Vernon seemed surprised before nodding. “They’re both very cute names.”

“You can go and play with them, if you want,” you offered with a smile, hoping to cheer him up because he still seemed a little out of it. “Or you can bring them here for a cuddle. I don’t mind.”

“Nah,” he sighed and reached over to pet Mango again, “I’m sure they’re sleeping already. Wouldn’t want to bother them.”

Your lips pouted at his dejected tone. “Do you… want to watch a movie with me? We can cuddle Mango together.”

He lips curled into a half-smile at the idea. “I’d love that.”

“Great,” you cheered, “you can pick the movie.”

(And perhaps he wasn’t as good at picking out movies as he would’ve liked to think: you were leaning against his shoulder in a sleepy haze half-way through the movie.

Still, he couldn’t be mad at you – not when he’d been waiting for a moment like this ever since he saw you step into the building on a Monday ten months ago. He’d been smitten ever since he saw your smile for the first time – even if the smile had been directed at Jihoon giving you the apartment key instead of him hiding behind Mingyu in the hallway.

Even though he’d wanted to watch this movie for weeks, he couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering over to you instead: resting against his side, curled up in your blanket with Mango spread over your lap, a dazed smile on your face as you stared at the screen.

Feeling his gaze on you, you twisted your neck to look up at him from your position that made you seem impossibly smaller than him – even if your height difference was minimal to none in reality. Your smile never faded as you looked at him expectantly, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Your new position had your nose brush against his ever so slightly, but it didn’t seem to affect you as much as it did him – at least not in your sleepy daze. He wasn’t sure how you could look so peacefully cheerful while he worried his heart might break out of his rib cage at your proximity.

His eyes flitted between your eyes and your lips; he was hesitating. Just one lean and he could cross another dream off his list. Less than an inch.

He gulped and tore his gaze away, forcing it to focus back on the screen. You soon settled back into your previous position, your head on his shoulder, cheek pressed against his collarbone. He closed his eyes and willed his heart to slow down before it betrayed him.)

Your blissfully calm day was once again interrupted by a knock on the door. You sighed and made your way to the source of the sound.

“Coming, coming,” you called out to the person on the other side. When you unlocked the door and finally saw him, you couldn’t help but smile. “Why is it always you?”

Vernon could only offer a shrug and a hopeless smile. “You don’t seem too bothered by it though.”

“Don’t tell Rocket, but,” you leaned in closer to whisper, “you’re my favourite visitor.”

He grinned wider at that, his ears taking on a red shade, before he cleared his throat. “Um, so, speaking of Rocket…”

He didn’t need to speak another word because you knew exactly where this was going. You sighed. “Did she get out again?” He nodded. “Do you need help finding her?”

“No, I just assumed she’d be here,” he answered, smile dropping into a worried frown. “She isn’t?”

“I definitely haven’t seen her today.”

“Can you check?” he asked, looking nervous all of a sudden. Sensing your confusion, he quickly added, “Just in case? She’s good at hiding so maybe she’s snuck past you or something.”

You agreed and let him inside – if nothing else, it was at least an excuse to spend time with him. He only made it barely halfway through your apartment before letting out an excited cheer: “There you are!”

You blinked in surprise. “Found her?”

“Found her and you’re gonna want to see this,” he called back before just about running (or, really, speed walking) over to you.

As you watched him with wide eyes, he took your hand and practically dragged you over to your bedroom. And there, low and behold, cosily snuggled up on the bed with your own cats was Rocket.

You sighed and offered Vernon a half-accusatory glare. “Is she your cat or mine?”

He shrugged. “I’d like to think she’s mine but– Aw, she’s cleaning the kittens!”

You watched the four cats snuggle even closer together, like a little family: the adults cleaning the kittens who let out accusatory meows and happy purrs. It made you almost jealous in a way.

“How did she even get in?” you wondered to distract yourself from the fact that you were clearly severely touch-starved.

“How did she get out?” Vernon mumbled in similar disbelief before sighing. His shoulders slumped in defeat. “Now I feel bad about bringing her home.”

You nodded. “They’re getting along so well. It’s weird, almost.”

“Yeah,” his brows furrowed in thought, “I thought they’d for sure get in a fight the first time they met. Are you sure this is her first time here since Mango came?”

“If it isn’t, I certainly was not aware of the other times.”

Vernon breathed out a little huff before nudging you. “Have you eaten dinner yet?”

“No, why?”

A shy smile appeared. “We could eat together. I mean, Rocket doesn’t seem to have any plans for leaving, and I’m not leaving without her, so…”

“Well, if Mingyu’s words are anything to go by, I am not letting you into my kitchen,” you declared with a chuckle as his face morphed into a grimace of offended disbelief. “I’m serious. I heard you almost burnt down his apartment once.”

“In my defence–!” he loudly started before sighing and nodding. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best.”

You laughed and nudged his side. “Come on, you can help me make cookies.”

Dumbfounded, he raised a brow. “I thought I wasn’t allowed in your kitchen.”

“Consider it a trial period. Besides, it’s not like you have anything better to do right now.”

(He didn’t have the heart to tell you he had a whole report due by the next day that he hadn’t even started yet. It was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant more time with you.)

[hey, do u have a cat tree yet?]

[this is vernon btw]

[i’ll take ur silence as a no]

You didn’t get around to answering his messages before he appeared at your door once again, this time carrying a giant IKEA bag on his shoulder. His trusty (but clearly not very loyal) companion Rocket stood at his feet also and greeted you with a meow, which Vernon was quick to mimic with a smile.

“Hello, you two,” you greeted with a laugh. “What’s with the IKEA bag?”

“Child support,” he told you simply and walked inside like he owned the place. He placed the giant bag in your kitchen and turned to smile at you brightly, proud of his work. When you only offered him a quizzical smile, he explained, “Food. A lot of cat food.”

You continued staring at him, absolutely confused. “But they’re not your kittens?”

He gestured towards Rocket who had jumped onto one of the kitchen chairs, patiently waiting for her treats. “Well, she seems to disagree, so here: at least a month’s worth of cat food.”

“I’m guessing you don’t accept returns?” He shook his head no. “Money?” He shook his head again, more aggressively, and you sighed. “Thank you, then. I’ll be sure to put the food to good use.”

“Good, because I’d honestly be a little upset if you didn’t,” he confessed before walking back out of your apartment, leaving the door open.

You looked after him in wonder before turning to Rocket. “Should I be worried?”

Before the cat could give you a conclusive answer aside from a tired blink, you heard a grunt in your hallway.

When you went to look, you found Vernon carrying an enormous cardboard box your way. He placed it down with a tired gasp and gave it an affectionate pat. “Your cat tree, Your Highness.”

“You–” Your jaw dropped. Not a single thought in sight; only a laugh of disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“What?” He smirked. “You didn’t get my messages?”

“Oh, I got your messages,” you argued, “but I didn’t think you meant this. Where did you even get this thing? It looks like it’s going to be huge.”

He shrugged. “I have a friend.”

“A friend who gives out free giant cat trees?” you wondered.

He nodded somewhat hesitantly, his eyes narrowed in thought. “He does that sometimes, yeah. So,” he gave the box another pat, “shall we assemble it?”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” you mumbled and opened the box, already eyeing the pieces of furniture in horror. “Please tell me you’ll help put this together?”

He scoffed. “You don’t trust me in the kitchen and I don’t trust you with a screwdriver. So, yeah, I’m gonna stick around and build this for you.”

Just ten minutes later, all of the pieces of the cat tree were out of the box and waiting on your floor. The box itself had already been turned onto its side and occupied by a quartet of fluffy cats, only their eyes shining out of the darkness as they scrutinised Vernon slowly assembling their new home.

“So,” you started, while (much like your cats) watching him in fascination, “what’s the real reason?”

He glanced up, eyes wide. “For what?”

You gestured vaguely.

“I’m just trying to be nice,” he shrugged and turned back to his task.

“No one’s just this nice.”

“Maybe I am,” he mumbled.

“Vernon,” you tried again, reaching over to place your hand on his own, effectively pausing his movements, “why did you get me a cat tree? There’s no way you got this giant thing for free either, so the least you could do is at least tell me the truth.”

"I just–" Shoulders slumping, he took a deep breath before confessing, “Hearing you talk about how Wonwoo and Jihoon helped you bring the cats home and kitten-proof the bedroom and how they named the kittens– I just want to help too.” He frowned and sighed. “I just want you to be able to gush about me the way you talked about Wonwoo and Jihoon. Is that weird?” He grimaced before you could say anything. “Yeah, it’s weird. Very weird. But… I don’t know. That’s just how I feel.”

He forced a smile onto his face and finally looked you in the eyes. “Let me put it this way: I want to be an active part of your life and of this journey of yours. So, please, just… Just let me do this.”

Without another word, he turned back to his project. As if he hadn’t just spoken words that would leave you speechless for hours. But despite not finding anything to say to him, a squeeze to his hand still resting under yours had to be enough until you could give him the world.

Just like you, he barely said another word until he left the apartment, leaving behind a finished black cat tree. You wouldn’t hear from him again for days.

Vernon knew alcohol didn’t fix problems: it didn’t make anything disappear, it didn’t make anyone less upset, and it certainly wouldn’t magically give him the confidence to confess. But that knowledge didn’t stop him from going over to Chan’s apartment for a Friday night drink after three days of acting like you didn’t exist.

It’s not like he wanted to ignore you – really, he wanted to do anything but that. He watched enviously as Rocket slipped out of the door and down the stairs, headed straight for your apartment. He watched from afar as the black cat scratched at your door and meowed insistently before you opened the door and happily greeted her. He watched as you glanced around after, as if hoping to get a glance at him who had hidden behind the corner, afraid that he’d say something stupid if your eyes did meet.

He tried to tell himself that perhaps the silence that had followed his kind-of-sort-of confession three days ago hadn’t been one of disgust but rather of endearment. He didn’t dare to hope though. It was easier to just act like none of it happened.

After all, how embarrassing is it to buy a girl a cat tree and assemble it out of jealousy for your neighbours?

So, he drank. Shot after shot. Enough so that Chan and Seungkwan worriedly wrapped him in his jacket and gently led him back up the stairs. He vaguely remembered the latter sweetly reminding him that his apartment is on the 6th floor; not that he’d ever make it there.

Instead, to his own surprise (and the chagrin of his formerly sober self), he found himself standing in front of the door of 5D.

Without even acknowledging his actions, he raised his hand to knock on the door. Following a rhythm like always – just so you’d know it was him and not a stranger – he kept knocking until he heard your footsteps on the other side of the wall.

You opened the door and he blinked. Why was he here again?

“Vern?” you wondered, yawning. You glanced back at the clock on your living room wall before turning to him. “It’s like 2 am. What’s up?”

He wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying. His eyes were fully focused on your lips, so pouty and so, so soft. He suddenly remembered what had brought him to your door.

Growing worried as his silence, you waved a hand in front of his eyes to catch his attention. “Hey, did something hap–?”

Before you could finish your sentence, he leaned forward. Perhaps alcohol had, in fact, given him the courage he needed because he didn’t hesitate this time. He just leaned forward. It was so easy: one arm wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, the other lifting to hold your cheek as he pressed his lips against yours just like he’d imagined for so many weeks now.

It was as if the touch of your lips alone sobered him up and he leaned back almost immediately, eyes wide in panic. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have–”

But you weren’t mad – a little annoyed, perhaps, but mad at him? You didn’t have it in you to do that. You only laughed a little as he rambled apologies, his hands still in position because he wasn’t yet sober enough to realise, and then you took the leap.

You lifted a hand to grab the material of his shirt just below the collar and pulled him back towards you, all the way until his lips were against yours again. He melted into your affection, only pulling you closer as each second passed, unwilling to let this moment end.

When you finally pulled back, he was wearing a dopey smile, his half-lidded eyes sparkling with joy. “You’re not mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” you wondered and scoffed out a laugh. “Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I’m a dumb jealous–” He cut himself off mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as something behind you caught his attention. “Is that Rocket?”

You followed his line of sight before humming in confirmation. “Yeah, I thought you let her out in the evening.”

“I never–” he began to argue before pausing. “Oh, I did. I did let her out. I watched you let her in. Oh.”

You stared at him. “On a scale from one to ten, how drunk are you right now?”

He frowned before whining. “I’m not drunk!”

“Vernon,” you said sternly, watching him in amusement as his frown softened into a tired pout and he nodded before confessing that he’d probably had a shot or two too many. You chuckled. “Do you want to stay over?

“I don’t want to intrude…”

“You woke me up at 2 am to kiss me dumb,” you reminded him, “I think we’re past the whole intruding debate. So, yes or no?”

He didn’t say another word, instead opting to lean closer to rest his head against your shoulder and hold you tight. You took that as the answer and led him inside.

For the first time in heavens-know-how-long, it’s the smell of waffles that wakes him up instead of Junhui’s shower singing. To his mild confusion, Vernon realises he’s woken up in your bed. Then, after a quick attempt of taming his bed hair, he stumbles out of your bedroom and over to the kitchen.

“Welcome back to life, Sunshine,” you joked at the sight of him as he slumped in your kitchen chair. The clock on the wall read 1:25 pm.

“Did I–” He frowned in confusion. “Did I sleep over?”

“You also got drunk, woke me up at 2 am, and kissed me,” you informed him with a teasing smile. His face flushed red immediately and he let out a whine before hiding his face in his hands.

It was a whole minute later that he dared to finally look at you again. “I’m sorry… Do you hate me?”

“Nope,” you said and placed a plate full of waffles in front of him before placing your finger under his chin and tilting it to affectionately kiss his lips. His eyes fluttered closed at the contact and memories of the previous night flooded his brain: the shared kisses, the hushed promises of real confessions, cuddles in your bed with Rocket and Mango trying to separate the two of you in a selfish pursuit of extra warmth.

When he opened his eyes again, stars seemed to be swimming in them as you confessed, “I quite like you actually.”

“I… I like you too,” he whispered back a fondly kept secret. “I’ve liked you since you first moved in – when you smiled at me because I helped Joshua carry your sofa up.”

It was your turn to feel a flustered burn on your cheeks.

The two of you spoke no more, basking in the blissful moment of acknowledgement, trying to wrap your heads around the implications of it all as you ate brunch together, side by side.

Rocket soon joined the two of you, yawning as she jumped onto her owner’s lap before looking at you with a look you knew all too well. You scoffed out a laugh and got up to fill her bowl. “I swear she’s going to eat me poor.”

Vernon chuckled. “You know, I think she’s here more than at home these days.” He smiled fondly at the sight of you petting Rocket’s head. When you finally joined him at the table again, he added, “ It’s like she’s decided she’s yours now.”

You saw the opportunity and took it. “You could be mine too.”

He could only smile and hide his burning cheeks. A laugh bubbled in his chest and before long he burst into joyous giggles: “This is the best morning of my entire life.”

“So, is that a no?” you teased, leaning closer to him. Tempting him.

Vernon was done hesitating. “I’d love to be yours.”

BONUS!

“I’m going to miss them so much,” you whispered, holding Peaches to your chest protectively. The orange kitten, like her brother, had grown big enough to go to a new home.

Vernon could only sigh as he watched you cuddle the kittens. “Baby, you will still have Mango.” An accusatory meow sounded from his side. He quickly added, “And Rocket is here too!”

“But the kittens won’t be,” you whined and pouted at him as if he was the person you’d have to convince to keep them. “It’s not the same.”

Vernon fought the urge to roll his eyes. “They’re going to be living in the same building as us, baby. You can visit them whenever you want.”

“No offence but I’m not climbing all the way to the 6th floor to see Socks,” you argued with a scoff. “I’m not even doing that for you.”

Vernon felt a little flattered at the implication that he was still more important to you than Socks.

“Maybe if you ask Wonwoo and Eunmi nice enough, they’ll bring Socks over for a play date every once in a while.”

But it was as if you hadn't heard him. “And the first floor is so far away too…”

“You can drop by Jihoon’s place any time you come home from work,” Vernon reminded you. “Please. Come on.”

“But–”

“Baby,” he spoke sternly, resting a hand on your shoulder to keep you grounded, “the kittens are going to be fine. You’re going to be fine. Mango’s going to be very happy to be freed from the shackles of motherhood – I mean, she’s been practically avoiding them all week.”

“But I’m going to miss them,” you whispered, “and the apartment’s going to feel so empty without them.”

“Well, you still have me and Rocket,” he tried to comfort you.

You frowned. “Yeah, but it’s not the same. You only visit.”

“I could… move in… with you and Rocket,” he suggested after a pause of thought. “I mean, we’re here almost all the time anyways.”

Vernon swore his knees felt weak all of a sudden when you looked up at him with sparkling eyes. “You’d do that?”

“Is that a serious question?” he joked and patted your head. “Your apartment’s, like, way better than mine. I’d be dumb not to.”

“Oh.” You seemed dejected, on purpose – not that he’d know that.

Eyes widening, he panicked. “I didn’t mean it like that! That was a joke! It was a joke and a very bad joke at that. I just meant that I– Why are you laughing?” He frowned before whining. “Don’t laugh at me!”

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Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Chapter Three

He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.

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Warnings: drugs (not taken), gun violence, descriptions of piano playing even though i don't know how to play piano

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He'd dreamt of the piano. Laying in his bed, a girls who's name he had forgotten beside him, he dreamt of the piano.

Her fingers dancing across the keys, the tune she created soft, melodic, original. Charles walked forward. He stepped towards the stage until he was beside her.

Suddenly he was sat in her place. It was his fingers pressing the piano keys, creating the melody. He played like it was a second nature to him.

Charles looked up at her, at where she sat on the piano, microphone in her hand as she sang. The black dress hugged her in all the right ways. Even distracted by her, his playing was still perfect.

But the piano stopped. He lifted his hands away as she wrapped her fingers around his tie and pulled him towards her.

He woke up after that. His bed was empty, but that didn't worry him. The girl knew who he was, she wouldn't dare steal from him. He checked the time on his phone and got up anyway. It didn't matter that it was the early hours of the morning, Charles could find something to do.

He got dressed into his usual attire, this time without the tie, and left his apartment building with his gun in his waistband. Even just walking the streets on Monaco, patrolling the buildings that had the stores of drugs and weapons, would help clear his mind.

The night air in Monaco was somewhat chilly, but Charles didn't care. He ignored the goose pimples appearing on his skin and continued on.

There was no activity in Monaco at this time in the morning, not even the shady kind. He walked past the Leclerc family warehouses, the ones that held all of the weapons and drugs and more. They were guarded, as they should have been. There was nothing there for Charles to take care of.

He continued on, hands in his pockets. Where he was going, he didn't know. His mind was somewhere else. Thinking about what Lorenzo wanted from him in the day to come.

Lorenzo had asked him to go to France, to speak to the Gasly's to finalise a trading route. Things had broken apart between the Leclerc family and the Gasly family when Hervé Leclerc passed away. Even if it wasn't the Gasly family's fault, it took some time before the Leclerc's saw it that way. Business between the families broke down, and it had taken this long for Lorenzo to build it back up.

Lost in thought, Charles found himself outside of the lounge. It was dark, which wasn't surprising, considering it was the middle of the night. He pushed on the locked door, but that also didn't come as a surprise.

She had a key. If she was awake, would she be in there? Would she be practicing the piano, the melody just for his ears?

Jesus, he had to get a grip. He'd met her twice and had one dream about her. Already he was acting like a little school boy with a crush.

He pushed on, walking away from the lounge.

***

With his arm in the sling, Arthur walked into the lounge. Before he had been shot, he used to spend all day every day in the lounge. His best friend was the pianist, after all.

She sat at the piano, arranging the sheet music before her. As usual, the lounge was empty. She was normally the only person in there. She didn't notice him at first, pressed her fingers against the keys and began playing.

Arthur pulled one of the chairs away from its table. It scraped along the floor, making the most horrible sound as it did. Immediately she stopped playing and snapped her gaze towards him.

"Arthur!" She called, stepping away from the piano. She jumped down from the stage and went running towards him, throwing her arms around him before he had the chance to sit down.

Arthur squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a breath. She pulled away from him and he gripped his injured arm. "Shit, Arth. I'm so sorry," she said and helped him to pull his chair out. "How is it?"

He sat down and she took a seat opposite him, her fingers tapping against the table. "It's... well, I'm not dead," he said, releasing his hold on his injured arm. "How have things been here?"

"Busy," she answered. "I think we've been packed every night. Your brother even came in last night."

Arthur didn't know that. He didn't know that Charles had come into lounge the night before. "Did he grab anything from the back office?" Arthur asked and she shook her head. "C'mon," he said and stood up. "I want to hear some of that piano."

She climbed back onto the stage and sat back at the piano as Arthur headed to the back office. She began playing and he opened the safe, pulling out the drugs and putting them in his pocket. The lounge made a comfortable amount of money without needing to sell the drugs, he made a note to have a word with Lorenzo.

When he came out of the back office, she was playing beautifully. She always played beautifully though, so it was never a surprise to Arthur. He took a moment to watch her, to appreciate her music before he had to head back, before his maman noticed he was gone.

"Come back soon?" She asked as she walked him to the door.

Arthur nodded and pulled her into the side of his body that didn't have an injury. She held him tight, careful to avoid his injury, and let him go. Standing in the door way, she watched as Arthur headed back to his mothers.

There was a reason Arthur had kept his pianist to himself. She was his bit of normality in a harsh world that didn't really want him. Without her, Arthur would have gone running into the line of fire long before this.

But he could see it in Charles, see how much he needed someone like her. It helped that she could teach him piano, something he had always wanted to learn.

***

Charles pulled up outside of the lounge. In just a few hours he was expected in France, finishing up the negotiations with the Gasly's. To kill some time before that, he walked into the lounge.

This time, music wasn't playing when he walked into the lounge. The only lights were pointed towards the piano, but she wasn't sat there. "Y/N?" He called, looking around the lounge.

She appeared from the back room, a glass of water in her hands. "Mr Leclerc," she said, clearly surprised. "I, uh, I don't know where Arthur is. He left an hour ago," she said quickly, leaning against the wall.

"I'm not here for that."

She tried to not let the fear show on her face. "Are you here for a piano lesson?"

Charles gave a swift nod. She swallowed the lump in her throat, stood up straight and walked towards the stage.

Stepping up to the piano, Charles sat on the bench. He didn't touch it, choosing instead to roll up his sleeves. But she stayed behind him, almost hesitating to sit on the bench with him.

"Are you going to show me what I'm doing?"

At that, she scrambled to sit beside him. She pressed three of the keys together a couple of times, letting the sound fill the room. "We're gonna start with chords."

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what about cod men with reader who BLASTS music like ayesha erotica, nikki minaj and etc randomly while chilling or has headphones and does that while on field

Ohhhh I think they would probably be all so confused or worried if it happened in the middle of a mission lol, here my thoughts to that scenario:

When Ghost heard you playing Nasty from Ayesha for the first time on the middle of interrogating someone they captured and kept alive on their mission, he was very irritated. Soap tried to get the new, right information out of the soldier meanwhile you two and Gaz stood in the darker corner, staring at the horrified man as you quietly sang the lines of the song playing over your headset.

,,Damn I'm sorry I blew you off, I was doing lunch with Microsoft. I'm sucking off a C.E.O, if he's not a millionaire then I've got to go~"

,,What the hell?! Y/n quit that singing! What even is that?", Ghost looked disgusted at you, questioning why he was even befriended with you in first place but quick to remember that you're actually his favorite person on earth, except for when you were listening to sich filth. In the middle of a mission. He quickly became used to it though, just told you once in a while to keep it down or put the music off if the operation was in need of your attention. He didn't enjoy the music as it was, the text too vulgar and flithy for his liking, but he couldn't deny that the melodies of some of your songs were quite catchy sometimes. Of course he grew even more annoyed when you and Gaz would play songs together on base and Soap would jump in on it with his ugly singing.

He didn't knew you were listening to that kind of music. He sometimes heard you playing some songs as loud as you could in your room, but he never understood a thing of what was sang and your door was always locked, as if to keep people out from seeing you dance some kind of risky dance to this music. Oh boy, if he knew.

Emo Boy was suddenly playing. It scared the shit out if Soap, Kyle and yourself even though it was your ringtone.

,,Oh shit! Sorry guys, Mama's calling. Don't wait for me with the movie!", you were smiling at them and quickly picking up and talking to your mum over the phone.

,,Was that-", ,,Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica?", ,,Oh. My. God. I heard that right?!!?", ,,Yeah...I didn't know Y/n would listen to that type of music Soap!", ,,Me neither Gaz...it's a catchy song though", ,,Oh it really is. Probably why he chose it?", ,,Yeah...you think he's also into other songs of that genre?", ,,Maybe. Are you?", ,,Oh hell nuh. Not me, no no".

Gaz raises a brow at that and smirks. Then they both start laughing. ,,Oh you are so listening to this kind of music man!", ,,Pah, and if I am? You knew the song by name and artist by just a few seconds of melody playing!", ,,Ah yeah you got me there mate heh"

,,Alright guys, I'm back! Let's start this movie night shall we?", you grinned and sat next to Kyle again, who just smiled at you and nodded, reaching for the remote control. ,,Tell me, is that the music you alway listen and dance to in your room?", ,,Uhm yeah, whx Kyle?", ,,...Wanna show me one of those dances someday?", he grinned suggestively and you just giggled at that.

Oh this man showed you this tyoe of music, actually. He was playing some song from Doja Cat on the radio of the car from his so nicely called "Hype or Horn Me Up" playlist. You were confused at first. The words used in the songs were...interesting. And Soap was dancing and tapping to it like he was in some dance off. It was amusing and fun. Of course his taste in music wore off on you and so it surprised noone on the team when you were running past them on the field, gun in hand while looking as if you had the time of your life, the could hear for a short time the music blasting through your headphones as you went to go for the next kills.

,,I ain't tryna be cool like you hmmhmhmhmm", you sang while aiming to shoot an enemy, the new song coming on another Doja Cat favourite of you and soap. Hitting the target clean in the head you smirked. ,,I'm bitch. I'm a boss. I'm bitch, I'm a boss, I'm a shine like gloss!", ,,Oi yes you are Darlin!", Soap beamed from behind you. Price was just sighing and pinching his nosebridge while Ghost was just standing next to him like an annoyed older sibling.

You guys would play this type of music all around the base, 24/7. All week long. Until Price got so mad he made you do the dishes and gave you one month of cleaning duty. You did in fact not keep it down afterwards and everyone just had to live with it. Some of the younger recruits actually enjoyed it and envied you guys for that, made them feel less stressed and more relaxed.

Oh boy. Oh. Boy. He nearly died. First time you blasted that music on the car ride to some pub out of town because you guys all got some time off duty? He was thinking about how he could never go to heaven now, or even just into a church. He would perish just standing on the steps of a church. But then he remembered, he wasn't even religious. So that was fine. But then he thought "Why the fuck is this muppet listening to THAT?!!?!?". You currently sat in the driver's seat and danced to S.L.U.T by Bea Miller. Before that a song way worse was playing, Price recalled (it was I Want Your Bite by Cara Cunningham). This one now wasn't too bad. It was quite nice actually. Way more innocent than ghe other one. John was thankful for that, he grew very hot and was all flustered by the other song which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

,,Oh we're nearly there Cap!", ,,Y-Yes. Just...just put the car to a stop yeah?", ,,Whatever you say Captain!", you smiled while the next song came on. ,,Oh my god this one is so good!". Price looked over to you, awaiting something more innocent again like before. He thought wrong.

,,Ride it, slide it, bite, get inside it

Come on, touch my body

I know that you like it, you can't hide it

Come on touch my body

Hotter, bigger, faster, longer, thicker

Come on touch my body!", you sang loud and proud to the lines of Treat Me Like A Slut by Kim Petras. John officially was a tomato now. He loved seeing you having your fun, but this was surely and never will be his kind of music choice.

,,Treat Me Like A Slut, little dirty bitch I love to fuck!", ,,Okayyy I think it's- oh look there's the pub! Get us a good parking lot and then we'll have some fun kid, a'right?", ,,Yes!".

Poor guy always gets all red when he hears some of his boys play such music. And with Soap and you, and occasionally also Kyle, on his team that was a lot of times. But he wouldn't be too mad about it. Just sometimes id you played it too loud or while he was in an important meeting. He did enjoy seeing you all have your fun so he is not too strict with punishments.

You are playing some pretty filthy, nasty song in your shared house. Ale just came back from grocery shopping, Rudy in tow helping him with the bags. You were wearing just a shirt and boxers while singing to the song, looking through some magazines on the couch and just waiting for Alejandro to be back. He new of your guilty pleasure for those songs, this kind of music. He adored the way you would get all red sometimes when he talked about it to you, but he doesn't judge. He actually listens to songs like this as well. Obviously in spanish. He showed you some in his native language and you enjoyed them, even if you didn't know what was said.

Alejandro would laugh sometimes when you randomly put the music on while you were in a fight. It always made his mood go all the way up hearing and seeing you enjoy this music, especially if you would listen to the spanish ones he had shown you. For him it is no problem. He trusts you with being focused on missions so he allows you to listen to music, sometimes you even listen together over the radio.

The same goes for Rodolfo, but the poor guy would be worried sick if you would start blasting loud music on missions out of nowhere. Give the little guy a warning beforehand so he doesn't shoot you out of shock hehe. He also shows you songs in spanish, some that are not as filthy as yours but have the same kind of energy and he translates them for you.

Little german/austrian boy listens to filthy music himself. He is the biggest Rammstein fan there is. One of his favourite songs is probably Bück Dich (Bend Over) and Dicke Titten (Big Boobs/Big Tits). He also really enjoys Labyrinth by OOMPH! It's not really filthy with words but the meaning is pretty dirty. It's also a banger like, he was so happy you enjoyed listening to music with him. To that kind of music as well. He really wantes to visit a Rammstein concert with you someday, if you said yes.

He doesn't listen to music on the job though. And because he's your colonel he asked you kindly to not do it either. On the flight to wherever the mission was? Yes of course he will even listen with you to calm his nerves. At the base? Sometimes he even gets Horangi to join you guys, who really hates this kind of music because he heard too much of it in hia home country (he absolutely hates kpop and all the horny people coming with it).

When you showed him some of your favourite artists and they would sing too fast or use words he didn't understand, you would try to translate for him and the most funny german ever. He told you it was fine to try to explain in english but you really wanted to make him happy and maybe even laugh a little when you tried to explain that the person in the song just sang "Ich möchte in deinen Titten ertrinken" (I wanna drown on those tits/boobs of yours). He is so sweet if someone came up and would make fun of you listening to such music, like he would finally use his rank for once and make them regret for ever saying that to you.

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merbear25 · 3 months

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Them fawning over a musician

After some time, you've finally made a name for yourself in the music industry, albite still not the biggest star. At one of your gigs, you catch someone's attention who just so happens to be a well-known pirate.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, suggestive in Kid's

Zoro, Sanji, Law, Kid

Zoro: The type of music: folk/indie. He enjoys the traditional aspects of folk and feels like it paints a story of that area or country. Likes that indie has no restraints, leaving more control in the hands of the artist.

Walking through the city center, tunes started fading in from the distance. He followed them and came up on a small crowd of people, who were listening to you with contemptment. You were radiating confidence with each note played and sang.

Watching you preform wasn't just entertaining, it was admirable. You'd clearly put a lot of thought into your stage presence: the melody was pleasant, the lyrics were meaningful, and your voice was breathtaking.

After your performance, he casually approached you. Upon seeing him, you couldn't help feeling at least a little intimidated—a large man marching up to you who has scars and also carries three swords would cause anyone to take a step back. However, you gave him the benefit of the doubt. The question was innocent; he came to ask you about a verse in your song.

You two ended up having a genuinely interesting conversation. Without realizing how much time had passed, you offered to grab a drink (your treat), so that you could continue this in a more comfortable setting. He shrugged at your suggestion but accepted none the less. You were not prepared for the tab that would be waiting for you.

Sanji: The type of music: blues/jazz. He would admire the soul and emotion that goes into the lyrics and playing of the instruments. Can get caught up in the passion of those performing on stage.

He was out shopping for a few ingredients but decided to pop into a cavern for a drink. Once ordering, that night's talent started. You didn't have his full attention at first: the beginning of your first song was instrumental. His head was bobbing along to the tune, but when he heard your voice, he became entranced.

Promptly turning towards the stage, the realization of being in the presence of a rising star was more than aparent. The emotion being conveyed in your voice tugged at his heart strings. The slight sway of your hips were mesmerizing.

Even though he wasn't far from the stage, he needed to be closer to fully appreciate your elegance. So as not to have his view of you obstructed by other onlookers, he took a seat near the front of the stage.

When your final song came to a close, he was left feeling astonished, so much so that he forgot to applaud. You shot a charming grin his way, which instantly bewitched him. He took that as an invitation to come and talk to you. Complimenting each and every aspect of you and your talent, he managed to stay gentlemanly, although he'd jump at the opportunity to swoon over you if you let him.

Law: The type of music: pop/rock. He would never admit it, but he loves the upbeat side of pop. Even though rock is very different to pop, it shows the raw emotion that he can connect with.

There was an event being held downtown that just so happened to be taking place during one of his outtings. From the first note, he snapped his body towards the direction of the stage. Momentarily forgetting where he was and what he was doing, he made his way to you, only being led by your allure.

He would know exactly who you are. Not just that, but he'd secretly be your biggest fan. Despite standing in awe while you were preforming, he'd be suppressing his excitement throughout it all. Showcasing it wasn't his style, though he was still anchored at the corner of the stage, mouth gaping from the sheer bewilderment.

When you finished, he awkwardly loomed around the stage. It was hard to ignore what with his pacing back and forth and hesitation. He just seemed overly nervous to you, so you opted against giving him the cold shoulder.

You asked him if he liked the show, making him gasp quietly. After you acknowledged him, he found the courage to ask you for an autograph. You gladly wrote one out for him and ended up chit chatting a bit, mostly one sided since he's still a bit starstruck.

Kid: The type of music: punk/metal. Probably headbangs to it in his free time but also listens to it casually when he's tinkering in his workshop. He gets worked up and ready to take everyone on.

This city was just intended to be a quick pit stop to reload on resources. The sun was already setting which signaled to the Kid Pirates that it was about time to crack open a few cold ones. While taking a short-cut through an alley, a flashy poster caught Kid's eye. No fucking way. One of the bands he jams to was playing in this city? Tonight?? Snatching it off the wall, he rushed off.

Upon reaching the, somewhat, junkyard where your band was playing, he unabashedly shoved his way to the very front. Hearing how heavy your band memebers were coming down on the instruments and the rasp in your voice made the beast within him unleash. He would undoubtedly be the one to start a mosh pit, and in doing so, you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off of him.

After he was satisfied with the chaos he'd spread throughout the crowd, you received his undivided attention. When your eyes met, you gave him a sly smirk for the mess he'd caused. Seeing that gave him the ego boost he needed to chat you up after the show.

Following the last song, you were met with a more than eager Kid waiting for you. You sauntered your way over to him, cooly asking if he liked what he saw. Leaning in closer to you, Kid now had the impulsive idea to get with you. He wasn't being subtle about his intentions in the slightest, leaving the ball in your court.

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simpforfandom231 · 3 months

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Pretty girl on Tour

here is a Reneé rapp one.

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The excitement buzzed through the air as Y/n and her little sister, Anabelle, made their way to the concert venue in Antwerp. Reneé Rapp, the sensational artist, was set to perform, and the sisters couldn't contain their enthusiasm. Y/n had surprised Anabelle with VIP tickets for a meet and greet, knowing that it would be an unforgettable experience for her little sister, who was an ardent fan of Reneé.

The moment they stepped into the venue, the pulsating energy of the crowd engulfed them. Anabelle's eyes widened in amazement, taking in the sea of fans, the dazzling stage lights, and the anticipation that hung in the air. Y/n couldn't help but smile at her sister's excitement.

As they found their seats, Anabelle couldn't contain her glee. "Y/n, I can't believe we're really here! Reneé is going to be right there!" she exclaimed, pointing towards the stage.

Y/n chuckled, "I know, Annie! This is going to be an incredible night. Just enjoy every moment."

The lights dimmed, signaling the start of the concert. The crowd erupted in cheers as Reneé Rapp took the stage, her presence commanding attention. Anabelle's eyes sparkled with admiration as the first notes of the music filled the arena.

Anabelle, swept away by the rhythm, began singing along to every song, her voice blending with the crowd's enthusiastic chorus. Y/n, although not as familiar with all of Reneé's songs, couldn't help but join in the infectious energy, singing the ones she knew and dancing along.

Amidst the pulsating beats and melodic tunes, Y/n couldn't help but marvel at the connection between Reneé and her fans. The artist's charisma, coupled with the audience's unwavering devotion, created a magical atmosphere.

During a particularly upbeat song, Y/n noticed Anabelle singing with pure joy, her eyes closed, and her hands waving in the air. Y/n nudged her, "You're having the time of your life, aren't you, Annie?"

Anabelle beamed, "This is the best night ever, Y/n! Thank you for bringing me here!"

As the concert reached its peak, Y/n found herself caught up in the excitement. She knew one song all too well, and when Reneé began singing it, Y/n couldn't resist belting out the lyrics along with the crowd. The camaraderie of thousands of voices singing in unison sent shivers down her spine.

As the concert reached its climax, the venue erupted with the captivating melody of the final song, "Messy." The stage bathed in an array of colorful lights, creating a surreal ambiance. Reneé Rapp's powerful voice echoed through the arena, and the crowd swayed to the rhythm.

During the song, Y/n couldn't help but be drawn into the emotional lyrics. Lost in the music, she sang along, her eyes locked onto Reneé's mesmerizing performance. Little did Y/n know that, amidst the sea of faces in the audience, Reneé's eyes had caught hers.

As the final notes lingered in the air, the applause from the crowd was deafening. Y/n and Anabelle, their spirits soaring, made their way to the VIP meet and greet line. Anabelle was buzzing with excitement, reliving her favorite moments from the concert, while Y/n walked beside her, soaking in the vibrant atmosphere.

The line slowly moved forward, and soon, they found themselves next in line. Anabelle was practically bouncing on her toes, and Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's infectious enthusiasm.

Finally entering the room, the meet and greet space was adorned with Reneé Rapp memorabilia, creating an intimate setting. Anabelle's eyes widened as she spotted Reneé, who greeted them with a warm smile. Y/n observed the exchange, reveling in her sister's joy.

Anabelle, unable to contain her excitement, blurted out, "Oh my gosh, Reneé, you were amazing! This was the best night of my life!"

Reneé grinned, "Thank you so much! I'm thrilled you enjoyed it. What's your name?"

Anabelle, her face flushed with excitement, stammered, "I'm Anabelle, and this is my sister, Y/n."

Reneé turned her attention to Y/n, her eyes lingering for a moment. "Hey, Y/n. I couldn't help but notice you singing along during 'Messy.' You've got a great voice."

Y/n, caught off guard, blushed and replied, "Oh, well, your music is just so infectious. Couldn't resist singing along."

Reneé chuckled, "I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's always special when I see fans getting into the music."

As Anabelle eagerly chatted with Reneé about her favorite songs and the concert experience, Y/n couldn't help but appreciate the genuine warmth emanating from the artist. The conversation took a playful turn, and Reneé teased Y/n, "Maybe I'll see you at the front row of my next concert, singing your heart out."

Y/n, embracing the lighthearted banter, replied with a grin, "Count on it. Your concerts are too good to miss."

Reneé's eyes twinkled, and the meet and greet continued with laughter, shared stories, and the exchange of autographs. As Y/n and Anabelle left the room, Anabelle clutching more signed memorabilia, Y/n couldn't shake the fluttering feeling in her chest.

The night had been a whirlwind of music, laughter, and newfound connections. As they stepped out into the cool Antwerp night, Y/n and Anabelle exchanged smiles, knowing that the memories of this extraordinary evening would be cherished for a lifetime.

The city of Antwerp was alive with the warm glow of streetlights, casting a golden hue on the cobbled streets as Y/n and Anabelle walked, still buzzing from the concert. Anabelle couldn't stop rambling about every detail of the performance and how incredible it was to meet Reneé.

"It was like a dream, Y/n! I can't believe she noticed us, and did you see how she smiled at you during the meet and greet?" Anabelle gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/n laughed, "Yeah, it was a pretty amazing night. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, Annie."

As they strolled, the aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted through the air, making their stomachs growl in unison. Y/n, eager to treat her sister, suggested stopping at a cozy pizzeria nearby.

Inside the warm and inviting pizzeria, Y/n and Anabelle settled into a corner booth. Anabelle continued sharing her favorite moments from the concert while Y/n, with a content smile, listened to her sister's animated storytelling.

The atmosphere took an unexpected turn when, unbeknownst to the sisters, Reneé Rapp casually walked into the pizzeria. Her presence, though not immediately recognized, didn't go unnoticed by Anabelle, who nudged Y/n and discreetly whispered, "Y/n, isn't that Reneé?"

Y/n turned her head and saw the star herself, casually waiting in line to order pizza. Anabelle's eyes widened with disbelief, and Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at her sister's reaction.

Remaining calm, Y/n whispered back, "Yeah, that's her. Should we say hi?"

Anabelle, still in a state of shock, stammered, "I don't know! What if she thinks we're stalking her?"

Y/n grinned, "Relax, Annie. We're just grabbing some pizza. Let's make it casual."

As fate would have it, Reneé chose a table not far from theirs, and the siblings couldn't help stealing glances at the talented artist. Anabelle was practically vibrating with excitement, and Y/n found herself considering the possibility of inviting Reneé to join them.

Summoning her confidence, Y/n turned to Reneé and smiled, "Hey, Reneé, right? Fancy joining us for some pizza?"

Reneé, looking surprised but intrigued, replied, "Oh, hey! Yeah, that sounds great. Mind if I join you guys?"

Anabelle, now trying to play it cool but failing miserably, nodded enthusiastically. Y/n gestured to the empty seats, "Of course! Have a seat. We were just talking about how amazing the concert was."

As Reneé sat down, she couldn't help but notice the genuine warmth between the two siblings. "You guys were at the meet and greet, right?" she asked, recalling their earlier encounter.

Y/n nodded, "Yeah, that was us. Anabelle here is your biggest fan."

Anabelle blushed, "Guilty as charged! I can't believe you're here with us!"

Reneé chuckled, "Well, it's not every day I get invited for pizza by fans. It's a nice change of pace."

The conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories. Anabelle, now more at ease, chatted animatedly with Reneé about her favorite songs and the concert experience. Y/n couldn't help but be charmed by the artist's down-to-earth demeanor.

As they devoured slices of pizza and swapped tales, Reneé couldn't deny the magnetic pull she felt towards Y/n. In between bites, she stole glances at Y/n, thinking to herself, "Y/n is kinda hot and cute. This might be a night to remember."

The unexpected encounter turned into a delightful evening of laughter, pizza, and newfound connections.

Amidst the backdrop of the pizzeria, the laughter continued, punctuated by the occasional crunch of pizza crust. Y/n, Anabelle, and Reneé chatted as if they were old friends, the pizza providing a casual setting for their impromptu gathering.

Curiosity got the better of Y/n as she took a bite of her pizza and turned to Reneé, "So, Reneé, what brings you to the pizzeria tonight? Are you on a solo pizza adventure?"

Reneé grinned, "You could say that. I like exploring the cities I perform in, and what better way to do it than with a good slice of pizza?"

Y/n raised an eyebrow playfully, "No entourage tonight? I thought pop stars always had an army of people with them."

Reneé laughed, "Oh, I have my entourage, but sometimes I like to sneak out on my own. Keeps things interesting, you know?"

Anabelle, wide-eyed, chimed in, "You mean, you're out here alone, just like a regular person?"

Reneé nodded, "Exactly! It's nice to have a bit of normalcy now and then."

Y/n, with a mischievous glint in her eye, teased, "Well, I hope you're not trying to go undercover. With that charisma, you'd be recognized anywhere."

Reneé chuckled, "I'm counting on the fact that pizza lovers are too busy enjoying their food to notice a pop star in their midst."

As they bantered back and forth, the conversation effortlessly transitioned into flirtatious territory. Reneé, with a sly smile, remarked, "Maybe I'm just trying to avoid being swarmed by fans. It can get a bit overwhelming."

Y/n leaned in, a playful glint in her eyes, "Or maybe you just wanted to have a low-key pizza date with us. I mean, who could resist our charming company?"

Reneé laughed, "Well, I certainly lucked out tonight. Pizza and great company. What more could a pop star ask for?"

The trio continued to enjoy their pizza, the atmosphere filled with a delightful mix of banter and genuine connection. Anabelle, sensing the flirtatious tension, exchanged knowing glances with Y/n, silently reveling in the unexpected turn of events.

As the night progressed, Reneé shared stories of her travels and the quirks of being a performer. Y/n found herself captivated by Reneé's candid tales, feeling a growing connection with the artist.

The conversation took a more personal turn, and Y/n, feeling a bold surge of confidence, asked, "So, Reneé, what's the most exciting city you've explored so far?"

Reneé paused, contemplating her answer, "That's a tough one. Every city has its charm, but I have a soft spot for the unexpected gems – the hidden cafes, the bustling markets, and, of course, the local pizza joints."

Y/n leaned in, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips, "Well, you've found a pretty great pizza joint tonight. And the company is not too bad either."

Reneé, catching on to the playful tone, replied, "I must say, this turned out to be quite the memorable night. Maybe I'll have to make exploring cities with charming locals a regular thing."

As the night unfolded, the trio shared more laughs, pizza slices dwindling, and the connection between Y/n and Reneé deepening. Anabelle, ever the observant sister, couldn't help but revel in the chemistry unfolding before her eyes.

Eventually, the pizzeria began to empty out, and as they wrapped up their meal, Reneé discreetly checked the time. She sighed, "As much as I'd love to continue this pizza adventure, I have another concert tomorrow, and an early morning soundcheck."

Y/n, with a playful pout, remarked, "Well, I guess we can't keep a pop star from her duties. It's been a pleasure, Reneé."

Reneé smiled, "The pleasure was all mine. Maybe our paths will cross again someday."

As they bid each other farewell outside the pizzeria, Y/n and Anabelle watched Reneé disappear into the night, the city's glow casting a soft halo around the departing pop star. The unexpected encounter had transformed a regular night into an extraordinary one, leaving Y/n and Anabelle with memories of laughter, pizza, and the captivating allure of Reneé Rapp.

The night air was crisp as Y/n stepped out of the pizzeria, pulling her jacket tighter around her. As she reached for her jacket pocket, she discovered a small folded note tucked inside. Curiosity piqued, she unfolded it to find Reneé's handwriting, along with a phone number and a cute note that read, "Pizza dates and more adventures? Call me!"

A delighted grin spread across Y/n's face, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. Anabelle, noticing her sister's expression, raised an eyebrow, "What's got you smiling like that?"

Y/n held up the note, "Look what I found in my jacket pocket. Reneé left her number and a cute message!"

Anabelle's eyes widened, "No way! She really wants to hang out again?"

Y/n nodded, "Seems like it. I guess tonight just got even more interesting."

Meanwhile, Reneé, making her way back to the hotel, couldn't wipe the smile off her face. Her band and crew noticed the change in her demeanor and exchanged amused glances.

One of the band members teased, "Reneé, where were you tonight? You've got that smugly grin like you've got a secret."

Reneé chuckled, "Just exploring the city a bit. You know me, always on the lookout for hidden gems."

The crew exchanged knowing looks, but no one pressed further. Little did they know that their pop star had spent the night sharing pizza and laughter with two fans who had now become unexpected friends.

The next morning, as Reneé went through sound checks, Y/n mustered the courage to send her a shy text. "Hey, it's Y/n. Hope you don't mind me texting. Last night was amazing. 😊"

Reneé's response was swift and confident, "Hey! I'm glad you reached out. I had a great time too. Can't stop thinking about it. 😘"

The message from Reneé popped up on Y/n's phone four hours before the concert: "Hey, I'm free for the next three hours. Want to meet up?"

Y/n, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, quickly replied, "Sure! Why not come over to my place, and we can figure out our plan from there?"

Reneé's response was confident, "Sounds like a plan. Send me your address, and I'll be there."

As Y/n typed out her address, Anabelle, who had been eagerly waiting, paced back and forth in the living room. "Y/n, is this really happening? She's coming here? What do I wear?"

Y/n chuckled, "Calm down, Annie. Just be yourself. And breathe. It's just a hangout."

As the clock ticked down, Y/n and Anabelle made some last-minute preparations. Y/n, feeling a slight nervous excitement, decided to freshen up. She showered and chose a casual yet stylish ensemble – black skinny jeans, a white tank top, a red and black flannel tied around her waist, and her trusty Converse sneakers.

Anabelle, still buzzing with anticipation, opted for her Snow Angel Tour sweatpants and hoodie, a cherished souvenir from the concert. She looked up at Y/n with wide eyes, "Do I look okay? What if I say something dumb?"

Y/n reassured her, "You look great, Annie. And don't worry about saying anything dumb. Just be yourself. Reneé is cool, remember?"

Meanwhile, at the hotel, Reneé took a moment to freshen up and decided on an effortlessly stylish look. She slipped into low-waist loose ripped denim jeans, the waistband of her boxer showing fashionably just above the jeans. Her crop top humorously read 'Can a gay girl get an Amen,' paired with some Jordans. Her hair was pulled back into a loosely tied ponytail.

As she headed out, her band members and crew exchanged amused glances. One of them teased, "Where are you off to, Reneé? Another city exploration?"

Reneé smirked, "You could say that. Got some plans with new friends. Keep the show running without me for a bit, yeah?"

They chuckled, knowing Reneé's penchant for city adventures. Meanwhile, Y/n and Anabelle awaited her arrival with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

When Reneé arrived at Y/n's apartment, she was greeted by the sisters, Anabelle's eyes wide with awe. Y/n, trying to play it cool, grinned and gestured for her to come in.

As Reneé walked into Y/n's apartment, the atmosphere was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. Y/n, ever the gracious host, offered Reneé something to drink. "Coffee, tea, or something else? I've got a few options."

Reneé, smiling, replied, "Water is perfect, thanks. Don't want to get too fancy."

As the trio settled into the living room, Anabelle, now slightly more at ease, asked shyly, "Is it okay if I put on some music? I promise it won't be too loud."

Reneé grinned, "Absolutely! Go ahead. I'm up for anything."

Anabelle eagerly scrolled through her playlist, trying to find the perfect tunes for the occasion. Meanwhile, Y/n, seizing the opportunity, busied herself in the kitchen, making some snacks for their impromptu hangout. She couldn't help but steal glances at Reneé and her sister, marveling at the casual charm the pop star exuded.

With snacks ready, Y/n joined them in the living room. Anabelle, now playing some upbeat tunes, had a content smile on her face as she enjoyed the surreal experience of hanging out with Reneé.

Reneé, sensing a chance to get a moment alone with Y/n, subtly shifted the conversation. "Your apartment is really cozy, Y/n. How long have you been living here?"

Y/n, pleased with the compliment, replied, "About two years now. It's nothing fancy, but it's home."

Anabelle, sensing the subtle shift, excused herself to grab a drink from the kitchen, leaving Y/n and Reneé alone for a moment.

Reneé, taking the opportunity, leaned in slightly, "You know, Y/n, I really enjoyed our pizza date and exploring the city. There's something about you that's just... intriguing."

Y/n, feeling a mix of flattery and nerves, smiled, "The feeling is mutual, Reneé. You're not your typical pop star, and I mean that in the best way possible."

Reneé, now fully embracing the flirtatious atmosphere, added with a playful smirk, "Well, I can be your not-so-typical pop star any day."

Y/n chuckled, "I'd like that."

As the evening unfolded, the trio continued chatting, laughing, and enjoying the music. Anabelle, sensing the growing connection between her sister and the pop star, couldn't help but smile at the unfolding romance.

After a delightful three hours, Reneé reluctantly checked the time. "As much as I'd love to stay longer, I've got to head back. Concert duties and all."

Anabelle, wide-eyed, asked, "Are we going to the concert again tonight?"

Reneé grinned, "Better than that. How about you two join me backstage? You'll get the VIP treatment."

Y/n and Anabelle exchanged stunned glances before excitedly agreeing. Reneé led them to the concert venue, where the backstage buzz added an extra layer of excitement. The sisters marveled at the behind-the-scenes action, meeting crew members and soaking in the atmosphere.

As Reneé prepared for the concert, she stole a moment alone with Y/n. "I really enjoyed our time together, Y/n. How about we continue this after the concert? Maybe grab a late-night snack?"

Y/n, feeling a rush of excitement, nodded, "I'd love that. You know where to find me."

The concert unfolded in a whirlwind of lights, music, and cheering fans. Y/n and Anabelle, now backstage, marveled at the energy of the performance. Reneé, in her element, gave a show-stopping performance that left the audience in awe.

As the vibrant energy of the concert still lingered, Y/n and Anabelle found themselves in Reneé's dressing room, a space filled with the afterglow of the show. Laughter and shared moments unfolded, creating an atmosphere of camaraderie.

Y/n, now finding herself drawn to Reneé on a deeper level, couldn't help but feel a twinge of something more than friendship. Reneé, too, felt a magnetic pull towards Y/n. The dressing room, filled with the buzz of the evening, became a backdrop for the unspoken connection between them.

As the conversation flowed, Y/n noticed the tour manager mentioning that they would leave with the tour bus whenever Reneé was ready. The realization that this was the last night Reneé would be in Belgium sank in, adding a bittersweet tinge to the atmosphere.

Reneé, glancing at the clock, hesitated for a moment. She didn't want the night to end, especially with Y/n. Summoning her courage, she asked the manager, "Till how late can we go out tonight?"

The manager, looking at the schedule, replied, "We're leaving around 3 in the morning, so you've got a few hours."

Reneé, her mind racing, turned to Y/n, "How about dinner at your place? I'd love to spend more time with you."

Y/n's heart skipped a beat, "That sounds perfect. My place it is."

Anabelle, sensing the growing connection between her sister and the pop star, chimed in, "Actually, I was about to stay at a friend's place tonight. You know, to give you two some space."

Y/n, with a teasing grin, replied, "Anabelle, you're always welcome, but thanks for the subtle hint."

Anabelle winked, "Just looking out for you, big sister."

As Y/n and Reneé entered the apartment, the cozy atmosphere welcomed them. Y/n, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves, decided to play it cool. "So, Reneé, what do you feel like having for dinner?"

Reneé, with a playful smile, replied, "Surprise me. I trust your culinary skills."

Y/n, pretending to be a seasoned chef, nodded, "Alright, you asked for it. I'll whip up something special."

As Y/n disappeared into the kitchen, Reneé made herself comfortable in the living room. Y/n, wanting to set the mood, decided to bring out a bottle of wine. As she opened the bottle, a sudden misstep caused her to trip, sending the wine cascading onto Reneé's clothes.

Y/n, eyes wide, exclaimed, "Oh, shoot! I am so sorry. This is a disaster!"

Reneé, trying to hide a laugh, reassured her, "It's alright, accidents happen. I'm sure I've spilled more wine on myself at some point."

Y/n, feeling embarrassed, muttered a few choice words as she rushed to find something to clean up the mess. In the midst of her haste, she accidentally knocked over a plant, adding to the chaos.

Reneé, now unable to contain her laughter, said, "Well, this is certainly an eventful dinner."

Y/n, offering an apologetic smile, suggested, "How about you change into something more comfortable? I'll clean up this mess, and dinner will be ready soon."

Reneé agreed, "Sure, sounds like a plan. Do you have anything I could borrow?"

Y/n, with a mischievous grin, teased, "Oh, I've got just the thing."

As Y/n rummaged through her closet, she found a pair of comfy sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. She handed them to Reneé, who looked at the casual attire with amusement.

Reneé, holding up the clothes, chuckled, "You really know how to show a pop star a good time."

Y/n winked, "Always aiming for comfort here."

With the mess cleaned up and Reneé changed into the cozy ensemble, they reconvened in the living room. Y/n, trying to recover from the clumsy incident, poured them fresh glasses of wine.

As they settled in for dinner, Y/n, trying to steer the conversation away from her earlier mishap, asked, "So, Reneé, what's your favorite type of cuisine?"

Reneé, digging into the food with enthusiasm, replied, "I'm a fan of Italian. Pasta, pizza – you can't go wrong."

Y/n smiled, "Good choice. Maybe next time, I'll make my famous pasta dish."

As the night progressed, Y/n and Reneé found themselves engrossed in conversation, laughter echoing through the apartment. The initial awkwardness had transformed into a comfortable camaraderie.

With dinner finished, they moved to the living room to watch a movie. Unbeknownst to them, the close proximity and shared laughter gradually drew them closer on the couch.

As the movie played, Y/n, feeling a flutter of nerves, glanced at Reneé. The pop star, seemingly unaware, was absorbed in the film. Y/n, summoning courage, inched a little closer.

The shared glances and subtle movements continued throughout the movie until, almost instinctively, their lips met in a tender kiss. The atmosphere shifted, and the room seemed to buzz with an unspoken connection.

Reneé, breaking the kiss with a playful smile, said, "Well, this turned out to be a night to remember."

Y/n, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, replied, "Definitely unexpected, but I'm not complaining."

As the night continued, Y/n and Reneé shared more kisses, their laughter blending with the soundtrack of the movie playing in the background. The initial awkwardness had given way to a sweet and thrilling connection, a moment frozen in time as they navigated the uncharted territory of newfound attraction.

As the clock ticked towards the early hours of the morning, Y/n and Reneé, still wrapped up in each other, exchanged smiles, knowing that this unexpected night had etched itself into their memories forever.

In the midst of their passionate moment, just as Y/n and Reneé were lost in the magic of the night, a subtle buzz emanated from Reneé's phone. She reluctantly pulled away, casting a regretful look at her screen.

With a sigh, she said, "I've got a message from my manager. I need to get back to the tour bus. Duty calls."

Y/n, feeling a pang of disappointment, nodded understandingly. "I get it. Tour life and all. Where's your next stop?"

Reneé, a hint of sadness in her eyes, replied, "Amsterdam. But honestly, I'm not in the mood for it right now."

Y/n, always quick to find a solution, suggested, "How about I walk you back to the tour bus? You can change back into your stage clothes, and I'll make sure you get there safely."

Reneé, appreciating the gesture, began to undress to return the comfy clothes. Y/n, however, intervened, saying, "You know what? Keep those. Borrow them. Return them whenever we cross paths again."

Reneé, looking at Y/n with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, agreed, "Alright. I'll take you up on that offer. Whenever we see each other again, I'll return these and maybe get another movie night."

As they walked back to the concert venue, the atmosphere had shifted. Reneé, usually confident and composed, felt a flutter of nervousness. Y/n, sensing the change, smiled and said, "You know, Reneé, if you ever want to talk or facetime, I'm just a message away."

Reneé, with a shy smile, replied, "I might take you up on that. A lot."

The tour bus loomed ahead, and as they reached the entrance, Reneé hesitated. "Well, this is it."

Y/n, trying to lighten the mood, teased, "Don't forget to return those clothes when you become a famous pop star."

Reneé, with a laugh, promised, "I won't. And who knows, maybe I'll see you in Amsterdam?"

Y/n, feeling a twinge of hope, replied, "Maybe. Safe travels, Reneé."

As Reneé stepped onto the tour bus, she glanced back at Y/n with a warm smile. The bus pulled away, leaving Y/n standing in the quiet night, contemplating the unexpected turn of events.

As Y/n watched the tour bus fade into the night, the hum of its engines gradually disappearing, a mix of emotions surged within her. The thrill of the night's unexpected adventure lingered, but a tinge of sadness settled in as reality set in – Reneé was now on her way to Amsterdam for the next leg of the tour.

Feeling a sense of both butterflies and longing, Y/n walked back to her apartment, the quiet streets of Antwerp echoing with the memories of a night that felt both surreal and magical. Once inside, she received a cute and flirty text from Reneé, making her heart flutter.

"Miss me already?" Reneé's message read, accompanied by a playful emoji.

Y/n couldn't help but smile at the text. "Maybe a little," she replied, adding a winking emoji for good measure.

Meanwhile, Anabelle returned home, noticing her sister's pensive expression. "How was your night, big sister?"

Y/n, still processing the whirlwind of events, replied, "It was...something. Reneé is something else."

Anabelle grinned, "Something else, huh? Do tell."

Y/n chuckled, giving her sister a brief rundown of the night's escapades – from the concert to the impromptu hangout and the unexpected connection with the pop star.

As Y/n settled back into her apartment, she received another text from Reneé, who was now curled up in the comfy clothes that still carried the faint scent of Y/n. The message read, "These clothes smell like you. I kinda love it."

Y/n, feeling a warmth spread through her, replied, "Glad you like them. Comfortable, right?"

Reneé teased, "I might keep them forever."

Y/n, with a playful smirk, shot back, "Well, I expect them back at some point. Or maybe you'll have to come get them yourself."

Reneé, in her usual flirtatious manner, replied, "Maybe I'll do just that. A visit to Antwerp sounds enticing."

As the conversation continued, Y/n couldn't shake the excitement and curiosity about Reneé's upcoming shows in Amsterdam. "So, how many shows do you have lined up there?" she asked.

Reneé shared the details, and they bantered back and forth about the tour schedule. Y/n, in an attempt to lighten the mood, suggested, "If you ever need an Amsterdam tour guide, you know where to find me."

Reneé, with a smirk, replied, "I might take you up on that offer."

As Anabelle overheard the conversation, she chimed in, "You guys are like a long-distance couple already."

Y/n, blushing slightly, rolled her eyes playfully, "It's not like that. We're just... friends."

Anabelle winked, "Sure, big sister. Friends who send cute texts and plan visits."

The next day, as Reneé and the tour bus traveled towards Amsterdam, Y/n and Reneé decided to facetime. Y/n smiled as she saw Reneé, still comfortably nestled in the borrowed clothes, in the bunk bed of the bus.

Y/n teased, "I see you're making the most of those comfy clothes."

Reneé, with a playful twinkle in her eyes, replied, "They're my new favorite attire. Thanks for the upgrade."

Y/n couldn't help but find it endearing how Reneé looked in the oversized hoodie and sweatpants. They chatted about the journey, the upcoming shows, and everything in between. Anabelle, passing by, couldn't resist a comment, "You two are like a facetime couple now."

Y/n, trying to play it cool, shrugged, "Just catching up with a friend."

As the facetime call continued, Y/n and Reneé found themselves sharing stories, laughter, and even planning potential meet-ups in the future. The miles between them seemed to vanish as the virtual connection deepened.

As noon approached, Reneé was in the midst of her pre-show routine, preparing for the evening performance in Amsterdam. FaceTiming with Y/n had become a delightful ritual, a way to share moments even when miles apart.

Reneé, perched in front of her dressing room mirror, was meticulously doing her makeup and choosing the perfect outfit for the night. On the other side of the screen, Y/n was busy in her kitchen, multitasking between cooking and flirting with the pop star.

"You know," Y/n teased, stirring a pot on the stove, "I can't promise my cooking is as good as your performances, but it's worth a shot."

Reneé, smirking, replied, "I might need a taste test to confirm that."

The playful banter continued, a mix of sweet compliments and flirty remarks that seemed to linger in the air. As Reneé finished her makeup, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for the physical presence of Y/n.

"You know, Y/n," Reneé sighed, "I miss you. This tour feels a bit empty without our impromptu hangouts."

Y/n, a mischievous glint in her eyes, replied, "Who says the hangouts can't continue? I might have a surprise for you."

Reneé, intrigued, raised an eyebrow, "A surprise? Do tell."

Y/n, suppressing a smile, said, "Maybe we'll meet sooner than you think. But you'll have to wait and see."

The mystery added an element of excitement to Reneé's day. The thought of a surprise from Y/n lingered in her mind as she continued her preparations for the show.

The next day arrived, and as Reneé and Y/n had facetimed in the morning, everything seemed normal. However, an hour before Reneé's evening show, Y/n had gone silent. Calls and texts from Reneé went unanswered, causing a surge of anxiety to ripple through her.

Reneé, fidgeting with her phone, tried one more time to reach Y/n. The screen indicated that Y/n had read the message, but there was no response. The pop star, feeling a mix of worry and disappointment, reluctantly headed toward the stage.

As Reneé began her performance, the energy of the crowd and the rhythm of the music served as a temporary distraction. However, a lingering sadness persisted. Two songs into the set, Reneé scanned the audience and caught a glimpse of a sign held up by a fan. It read, "Maybe return the comfy clothes after the show?"

Intrigued, Reneé tried to read the sign more closely. Suddenly, she realized who was holding it – none other than Y/n herself. The surprise she had alluded to during their FaceTime conversations was unfolding right before Reneé's eyes.

A mix of shock and delight played across Reneé's face. She couldn't believe Y/n was there, in the crowd, with a playful sign in hand. The realization dawned on her, and a smile spread across her face, dispelling the earlier sadness.

As the set continued, Reneé performed with renewed energy, fueled by the unexpected presence of Y/n. The crowd, unaware of the connection between the pop star and the mysterious fan, enjoyed the show, while Reneé occasionally exchanged knowing glances with Y/n.

After the performance, as Reneé made her way backstage, the anticipation of the surprise hung in the air. Y/n, still holding the sign, approached with a mischievous smile.

Reneé, unable to contain her excitement, exclaimed, "You're the surprise! What are you doing here?"

Y/n, grinning, replied, "Well, you mentioned missing our hangouts. I thought, why not surprise you in person?"

Reneé, feeling a rush of emotions, pulled Y/n into a tight hug. "You have no idea how much this means to me," she whispered.

As Reneé and Y/n shared a tight embrace, Y/n instinctively wrapped her arms around Reneé's waist. A playful giggle escaped Reneé's lips, the shared laughter echoing through the backstage area. The crew, sensing the intimate moment, discreetly walked away, giving the two some privacy.

Reneé, still holding onto Y/n, looked into her eyes with a soft smile. "You know," she teased, "if I knew a surprise visit would get me such a warm reception, I might have done it sooner."

Y/n, with a playful grin, replied, "Well, I'm all about warm receptions, especially for pop stars."

Reneé chuckled, "I might need to arrange more surprise visits then."

As the backstage buzzed with activity, Reneé leaned in, her lips close to Y/n's ear. "So, any plans after the show? Care to join me back at the hotel?"

Y/n, feeling a rush of excitement, nodded. "I'd love to. Lead the way."

The duo made their way through the backstage area, exchanging glances and playful banter. As they stepped out into the cool Amsterdam night, the city lights cast a warm glow, creating a romantic ambiance.

Reneé's hotel was just a short distance away. The walk was filled with shared stories, laughter, and the kind of easy conversation that comes from a connection that transcends the boundaries of mere friendship.

Arriving at the hotel, Reneé led Y/n to her room. The anticipation of spending more time together lingered in the air. The room was adorned with the signature charm of a traveling artist – a mix of tour essentials and personal touches that made it feel like a temporary home.

Reneé, with a playful twinkle in her eyes, gestured to the cozy seating area. "Make yourself at home," she said, "I'll just grab us some drinks."

As Y/n settled into the comfortable surroundings, Reneé returned with a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine. The night unfolded with shared laughter, stories from the road, and the kind of connection that felt both familiar and thrilling.

#renee rapp x reader #renee rapp x fem!reader #reneé rapp x reader #reneé rapp x fem!reader #renee rapp

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The Sweet Harmony

Rosé x Fem Reader

Synopsis: In the vibrant streets of Seoul, a rising K-pop soloist and her Blackpink girlfriend navigate secret love at a YSL event until a fan captures their longing glances, sparking viral rumors.

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The neon lights of Seoul danced across the night sky, casting a vibrant glow over the bustling city streets below. Among the throngs of people, there was an air of excitement as fans eagerly awaited the arrival of their favorite K-pop idols at the YSL event.

Amidst the crowd, you stood, a rising soloist in the K-pop industry, poised and ready to grace the stage. Your heart pounded with anticipation, knowing that tonight's performance would be a pivotal moment in your career.

As the event began, you scanned the room, your eyes searching for a familiar face. And there she was – Rosé, the ethereal member of the world sensation girl group, Blackpink. She stood tall and graceful, the epitome of beauty and elegance, as she mingled with the other ambassadors for YSL.

Despite the excitement of being in the same room as your girlfriend, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. After all, your relationship with Rosé was a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few.

"Y/N, are you ready?" your manager asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

You nodded, plastering a smile on your face as you prepared to take the stage. But as you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Rosé, hoping to catch her eye.

For a brief moment, your gazes locked, and you felt a surge of warmth spread through you. But just as quickly as it had come, the moment passed, and you turned away, steeling yourself for the performance ahead.

As you took the stage, the roar of the crowd enveloped you, their cheers and applause washing over you like a tidal wave. With each note you sang, you poured your heart and soul into the music, losing yourself in the rhythm and melody.

But amidst the chaos of the performance, your thoughts kept drifting back to Rosé. You couldn't shake the image of her from your mind, her radiant smile etched into your memory.

After the performance, you retreated backstage, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. And there she was – Rosé, waiting for you with a smile that could light up the darkest night.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft and gentle as she approached you. "You were amazing up there."

You returned her smile, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of her. "Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

As the two of you exchanged pleasantries, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you. It pained you to keep your relationship with Rosé a secret, but you knew that it was necessary to protect both of your careers.

But as you looked into Rosé's eyes, you knew that every moment spent with her was worth the risk.

1. 🌹 Our beautiful Rosé slaying at the YSL event! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

2. 🌹 Rosé's stunning YSL gown has us all in awe! 🌹 #FashionIcon #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

3. 🌹 Can we take a moment to appreciate Rosé's ethereal beauty? 🌹 #Goddess #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@Blink4Life: OMG, Rosé looks absolutely breathtaking at the YSL event! 😍 That dress, that smile – she's perfection! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@RoseanneFever: I can't get over how effortlessly stunning Rosé looks tonight! 😭❤️ That YSL gown was made for her! 🌹 #FashionQueen #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

@RoseGoldie: Rosé is glowing like a goddess at the YSL event! ✨ Can't wait to see her slay the stage! 🌹 #Rosé #Blackpink #YSL

1. 🎤 Y/N captivates the audience with her mesmerizing performance at the YSL event! 🌟 #YNSoloist #YSL

2. 🎤 Our soloist shines bright like a star on the YSL stage! ✨ #Talent #YNSoloist #YSL

3. 🎤 Y/N's vocals are out of this world at the YSL event! 🌌 #VocalPowerhouse #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNForever: Y/N's performance at the YSL event gave me goosebumps! 😭🙌 Her voice is pure magic! 🎤✨ #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNEnthusiast: Y/N never fails to leave me speechless with her incredible talent! 🌟 Can't wait to see what she does next! 🎶 #YNSoloist #YSL

@YNGalaxy: Y/N's vocals are out of this world! 🚀✨ Truly a force to be reckoned with! 🎤 #YNSoloist #YSL

@YRShipper: Okay, but can we talk about the chemistry between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL event? 🔥 They would make the ultimate power couple! 🌟 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

@RYSunshine: Y/N and Rosé's interactions at the YSL event have me shipping them so hard! 🥺❤️ Can they please collaborate on a song together? 🎶 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

@YRUniverse: Y/N and Rosé are the definition of perfection! 😍 The way they complement each other is just *chef's kiss*! 👌 #YNSoloist #Rosé #YSL

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Months passed, and your relationship with Rosé flourished in secret. Despite the challenges of dating in the public eye, the two of you found solace in each other's company, stealing moments of intimacy whenever you could.

But as your fame continued to rise, so did the pressure to keep your relationship hidden. And nowhere was this more apparent than at public events, where you and Rosé were forced to maintain a professional distance from each other.

One such event was the annual YSL gala, where you and Rosé were once again ambassadors for the brand. As you arrived at the venue, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease wash over you.

"Remember, no public displays of affection," your manager reminded you as you stepped out of the car.

You nodded, the weight of his words sinking in as you made your way inside. The venue was filled with the glitterati of the K-pop industry, all vying for attention and recognition.

And there she was – Rosé, radiant as ever in a stunning YSL gown that hugged her curves in all the right places. She caught your eye from across the room, a subtle smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Despite the thrill of seeing her, you knew that you had to maintain a professional facade. So you plastered a smile on your face and mingled with the other guests, all the while keeping a careful eye on Rosé.

But as the night wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to ignore her. Her presence was like a magnet, drawing you in with an irresistible force.

And then it happened – you couldn't help but glance at her, just for a moment, when you thought no one was looking. But someone was – a fan, with their phone out, capturing the moment for all the world to see.

The next day, the internet was abuzz with rumors of your secret relationship with Rosé. Fans had edited the footage of your glance into adorable and viral edits, speculating about the true nature of your relationship.

As the news spread like wildfire, you and Rosé found yourselves thrust into the spotlight in a way you had never experienced before. Suddenly, everyone wanted to know the truth – were you and Rosé really a couple?

@YSLYooopnRosie: "Did anyone else catch that moment between Y/N and Rosé at the YSL gala? My heart can't handle the chemistry between them! 😍 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRos: "I swear, every time Y/N and Rosé are in the same room, the sparks fly! They would make the perfect couple, don't you think? 🌟 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I'm not saying Y/N and Rosé are in love, but... okay, maybe I am. Just imagine how beautiful their relationship would be! 🥺💕 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSklLYoonRosie: "Okay, hear me out – I've been scrolling through Y/N and Rosé's Instagram feeds, and I swear, there are so many subtle hints that they might be more than just friends. From matching outfits to cryptic captions, I think they're low-key dropping hints about their relationship! 🕵️‍♀️💖 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been doing some serious detective work, and I'm convinced that Y/N and Rosé have been dating in secret for ages. Remember that time they both posted Instagram stories from the same location, but at different times? Coincidence? I think not! 🔍👀 #YSLYoonRosie"

@YSLYoonRosie: "I've been following Y/N and Rosé's interactions for years, and let me tell you, there's something going on between them. From stolen glances to subtle touches, it's clear that their friendship goes way beyond the surface. Could they be the next power couple? 🤔💕 #YSLYoonRosie"

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As the rumors continued to swirl, you and Rosé found yourselves faced with a choice – continue to deny the truth or finally come clean about your relationship.

For weeks, you wrestled with the decision, weighing the potential consequences of going public against the freedom of being able to love each other openly.

But in the end, love won out.

One evening, as you and Rosé sat together in the privacy of your shared apartment, you broached the subject.

"Rosé, I think it's time," you said, your voice steady despite the nerves that churned in your stomach.

She looked at you, her eyes searching yours for reassurance. "Are you sure?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, reaching out to take her hand in yours. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest.

With that, you and Rosé made the decision to go public with your relationship, knowing full well the risks that it entailed. But you were determined to face whatever challenges came your way together, united in your love for each other.

The next day, you and Rosé made the announcement on social media, posting a heartfelt message about your journey together and the importance of love and acceptance.

The response from fans was overwhelming, but in the best way possible. Rather than hate, there was an outpouring of love and support for you and Rosé, with fans expressing their joy at finally being able to celebrate your relationship openly.

As you scrolled through the countless messages and comments, a sense of relief washed over you. You and Rosé had made the right decision, and now, you could finally be free to love each other without fear or reservation.

And as you looked at Rosé, her eyes shining with happiness and love, you knew that your journey together was only just beginning.

Together, you and Rosé had faced adversity and come out stronger on the other side. And now, as you embarked on this new chapter of your lives together, you knew that there was nothing that could stand in the way of your love.

For you and Rosé, the future was bright – and together, you were ready to face whatever challenges came your way, hand in hand, heart in heart.

@YnRHarmipugny: "I can't believe it's finally happening! Y/N and Rosé are out and proud, and my heart is bursting with happiness! 🌈✨ #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmonyuyy: "From secret glances to public declarations of love, Y/N and Rosé's journey is like something straight out of a romance novel! I'm living for this! 💖😍 #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are proof that love knows no bounds! Their journey from secret glances to public declarations of love is giving me all the feels! 🥺💖 #YRHarmony"

@YRoseHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé are the power couple we never knew we needed! Their love is like a breath of fresh air in a world filled with negativity. Here's to forever shipping #YRHarmony!"

@YRuioHutarmony: "I don't know what's brighter – the smile on Y/N and Rosé's faces or the sparkle in their eyes! They're radiating so much happiness, and I'm here for it! ✨😊 #YRHarmony"

@YRHarmony: "Y/N and Rosé coming out as a couple is the best thing to happen in 2024! Their love story is straight out of a fairy tale, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for them! 🥰👑 #YRHarmony"

#blackpink x reader #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink #blackpink x fem #blackpink x you #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #rosé x reader #rosé fluff #rosé #rosé blackpink #park chaeyoung

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