#but i'm two days waking up really early so i could watch muster

[waldau]

flustered — jeon wonwoo | 1.7k | fluff

first ever work on tumblr for any fandom! yikes. gender neutral reader. no warnings.

people often think wonwoo isn't the kind of person to express himself freely. you know how untrue that accusation is. wonwoo is far from emotionless. only his close friends know what actually makes him crack up, and you're one of the very few who knows what makes him cry.

but you have no idea what makes him blush.

ever since you've been in a relationship, you've never once seen him blush at anything you've said. compliments don't work, not when he accepts them gracefully and carries on like nothing's happened. he doesn't shy away when the band makes him perform silly antics for the fans, opting to do them with the small, ever-present smile on his face.

even mingyu is clueless when you ask him what it is that could possibly make wonwoo blush. teasing him about you never works because it just makes him smile even more.

so you decide to give it a go and try everything you can to make his cheeks turn red. it's silly, but it should be worth the efforts.

wonwoo doesn't like waking up early when he doesn't have to, but when you wake up today morning, his side of the bed is empty. you get up and walk to the living room, careful not to make any noise.

sure enough, wonwoo's sitting on the sofa with his laptop on the coffee table and a notepad and a pen on his lap, occasionally jotting down something here and there. you watch him for a minute or two before you walk up to him and put your arms around his neck, bending down so your lips are right next to his ear. "good morning," you whisper in the most morning-y voice you can muster. you don't think your voice has ever been this low before.

wonwoo doesn't even flinch. he grips your hands with one of his and turns around to press a kiss to your cheek. "good morning, darling," he says, turning to the laptop to pause the video on his screen before he looks at you again. "did you sleep well?"

"till i realized you weren't sleeping beside me, yes."

he chuckles and takes his hand off yours, laying down before raising his arms to you. you've done this a hundred times before — tumbling over the sofa and onto his chest and into his arms, secure.

he presses a kiss to your head. "do you have any plans for today?"

"none, unless you count me wanting to spend the rest of the day with you." you can't see his reaction, but his heartbeat is steady as it always is. you can feel his smile against your head.

"that's what i wanted to do, too, but do you want to go to the museum today? i know you've been wanting to for a while. maybe we could catch a movie after that."

you don't have the heart to say anything but yes. it sounds like the perfect day, even if you didn't achieve your goal.

the next time you try is when you get into an argument.

it's not an argument, not really. just a minor disagreement.

about a certain cat you want as a pet, and it reaches its final stage with wonwoo on his gaming chair and you standing in front of him, hands on your hips. "are you saying you're so heartless that you can't adopt the poor cat?"

"don't twist my words! it's not like i don't want to adopt it."

"that's the impression you're giving right now."

wonwoo sighs, running a hand through his hair. "i want a cat. and i want it with you. but don't you think it's not fair when i'm not home for a lot of time? i don't want you to raise it all by yourself. what if it doesn't know who i am?"

you stifle a snort. "that's your main concern?"

wonwoo tilts his head. "what else would it be?"

"you're afraid you're going to be an absent dad?"

"is that so bad?"

you let out a laugh. "no. not at all. but does that mean we can get a cat when we move in together?"

wonwoo hesitates. "yes, but i'd rather get it when i don't tour as much, you know?"

you sigh. "you just don't think it's cute enough, do you?"

"what? no! of course not! i was the one who showed it to you, not the other way round."

wonwoo looks cute like this, you think, arguing with you about the tiniest things ever. you hope you'll always argue about stuff like this. without a second thought, you move into his lap and hold his face in your hands, pressing kisses all over it. he lets out a confused noise before holding your waist and letting you do what you want.

"i love you, you know that?" you say earnestly, looking into his eyes.

"i love you too?" he says, frowning slightly.

"you look cute when you're serious. like you're trying to be angry with me, but you're not actually angry. and you also look a bit hot."

he blinks. "are you trying to seduce me into getting you a cat?"

you gasp dramatically. "why would you think that? i mean, what if i was?"

he looks at you for a moment before he chuckles and presses a kiss to your neck. "do you really want it that bad? i'll look into it, i promise."

the third time you try is when you're at the supermarket a few weeks later. wonwoo prefers shopping late at night, especially on friday nights, because there's not many people around.

you don't mind. you like spending late nights out with wonwoo, letting time pass while the night bleeds into day. especially because the day in question is saturday.

you're currently in the dairy products aisle, wonwoo looking at two different brands of tofu and comparing their expiration dates when you suddenly wrap your hands around his waist, pressing yourself to his back. there's no one else around you, and you really hope there's no camera capturing your antics.

wonwoo doesn't budge, simply putting one of the packets back. "i think we'll take this," he says, dropping the remaining one into your basket. "you're going to have to teach me how to make that soup."

you don't respond, still pressed to his back.

wonwoo sets down the basket and tugs you off him, pulling you around so you're facing him.

then he tips your chin up, leans down, and places a gentle kiss on your lips.

you don't know what to say when he pulls away. you can't even tell if it lasted for a few seconds or some minutes. he's worn his nighttime pajamas to the supermarket and he still looks amazing. you know you look like an idiot when he smiles at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

"you could have just asked for a kiss, you know." then he turns back to look at the other products like he didn't just steal your breath away in the middle of a supermarket close to midnight.

you were trying to get him flustered, but it's not like you're complaining.

it finally happens, but when you're expecting it the least. you and wonwoo have just gotten back from the fair that's been open near your place for the past week, somehow having time off from work on the same day.

you've enjoyed yourself for the first time in weeks, strolling through the place with your hand in wonwoo's, sipping on hot chocolate, letting him win you a mario figurine (he'd wanted to try again to get you a plushie, but you found the figurine infinitely funnier), and just taking a ton of pictures with and of him.

you've also bought a lot of little stuff which has amounted to the two bags currently occupying your hands, which is why you sheepishly ask wonwoo if he can unlock the door.

he takes your keys from your jacket without question and opens the door, letting you in first. you're thinking about whether you should set the bags aside and untie your shoes or risk a little damage by just kicking them off, when wonwoo slides past you in your stupidly little hallway and switches on the lights.

his foot catches with yours and he ends up with his back to the wall, while you trip and turn in a desperate attempt not to fall on your face and break the little jars of various jams you've bought.

you get a little more than what you've bargained for when you stumble forward and land your hands on the wall, one on either side of his chest. you're just thankful neither of you is hurt, but when you look up, wonwoo's face is slowly turning red.

for the first time in the two years you've been together, wonwoo's flustered. you're glad he flipped the lights on, because seeing him with a blush on his face seems almost alien. his vision constantly flits between your face and the spot over your shoulder, unwilling to meet your eyes.

you don't know what to say. "wonwoo. i'll fall if i keep holding on any longer."

"oh," he breathes, "yes. right." he looks at you for a moment, unsure how to maneuver you to stand without making you lose your balance, and settles for his hands around your waist. you manage to stand with his help, putting the bags on the floor carefully before a grin makes its way across your face.

"of all the things i've been trying to do to get you to blush, that's what did it?"

he looks at your eyes and then at the floor. "why would you even try to do that?"

"i've never seen you blush! i had to."

"did you get what you wanted?"

he still isn't meeting your eyes. his glasses are halfway across his nose because of the angle you're at, so you push them up for him. "i didn't even plan for this to happen, you know. but it's definitely what i wanted. and you're pretty," you add, revelling in the redness of his ears.

he shakes his head and lets out a small chuckle. "is there any chance you'll let me off the hook anytime soon?"

"as if."

#i kind of don't want anyone to find this but eh #comments appreciated the most if you'd like to interact! #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo fluff #seventeen #seventeen fluff #svt #wonwoo #fluff #waldau writes #🍃 — svt

[inside-the-tardis]

Another day, another journal entry

Nothing much to add about yesterday, I fell asleep soon and fast, only woke up to clean my bed and shut the light and pass out. As I wake up, I'm happy to be greeted by nothing and no one and no deadlines. Though I, as always, have tasks to do today and things to obviously get done. I needed to get to those as soon as I could. First things first however, as soon as I woke up and sent out my (early) morning texts, I get a phone call from a friend, and usually I don't mind, but I did just wake up and you are just video calling, but I'm happy to talk, I took a massive dump during the conversation and I feel refreshed, vitalised and I wash, I don't wipe.

I light up a joint left over from last night. I need music, I need conversation in the background, I play Youtube to keep my thoughts and give my writng some companionship.

I have somehow mustered the strength of going for a shower and as I type this, have still much cleaning to do, but half a joint left to smoke to motivate me. It is a sunny day however and I lobe and enjoy days like these for sure.

I truly believe I have lost the ability to physically write down things on paper, and as much as I say so, I still sometimes will pick up a pen and paper to write but Im much more consciousof what I put on paper. If used well, I can really use my typing skills to mybenefit.

Especially and after and becasuse of work too. I still must go ahead, nourish my skin, drinking 3 glasses of water as I speak, proceeding to apply mango and passionfruit lotion and scent to go with it, i shall proceed to dress myselff, brush my teeth, comb my hair out, eat almonds and fix myself some soymilk and oats, along with oat milk and cereal and some good oat and honey bread to go with it, Too much oat, dont you think?

I have myself had two bowls of cereal with chia seeds and two chocolate au pain, or chocolate embedded bread. I'm thinking of more eggs and bread, eventually. I continue watching Youtube videos. I haven't even begun my tasks for the day. I want to roll another joint. And just like that, it is afternoon at high noon, 1pm on 1st April, 2023.

As I write this, it is now close to 8PM, how the time hsa passed even I have no clue. I have smoked too many joints to keep track of, I have eaten a bunch of things incluidng a pizza and two cheese sandwiches. I took a shit twice today which is also a good sign since Im definitely bulking. I plan to make ice in coconut milk tonight and eat it with yoghurt. Tomorrow I intend to cook some pasta and clean out my fridge. I even went online and ordered myself a few things I needed. I wish to save some money now since I have none left but it seems that savings shallhave to wait. I have a few essentials i need to buy first. I watched a movie, a new hindi romantic flick and it was horrible no story no plot, new actors and terrible acting and backdrop. Even te characters appearance did not strike me as too appealing. im now watching Taxi Driver made by Martin Scorscese in 1976. I might make myself a cup of coffee and go downstairs to pick up my newly arrived Stylus pen for my new tablet that shall arrive tomorrow. More on this later.

[vminsos]

Who Owned Each Era: BTS Edition

Dark & Wild (Danger & War of Hormone) [3/3] ➝ Jimin

#bts #bangtan #jimin #park jimin #mine #btsgifs #woeebts #vminsos: gifs #flashing tw #so..i was making these and suddenly i fell asleep for five minutes #but i'm two days waking up really early so i could watch muster

[dooppooo]

mdni - all characters 18+, pantie stealing, perverted tendencies, unsolicited photographs, groping, stalking

P.S. don't kill me but I'm only on season two...so for the sake of my ignorance toward the rest of the plot you're the manager and everyone is 18+!

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Hakiyuu!! Boys and how they express their secret obsession for you! At least how I think some of them would.

hinata:

We all know Hinata is a little timid and more often than not on the verge of shitting his pants. He has feminine tendencies that's he's pretty insecure about, not to mention his height, and how he could only muster up some true confidence when playing volleyball.

However, I think he'd sacrifice his weak stomach for the sake of getting himself off.

You see, much like the rest of the gentlemen on the team, he had a knack for you, but Hinata's attraction was larger than the sun.

Therefore, while on away games or practice matches where you were all required to book a hotel or stay the night somewhere other than at home, he'd strike.

It was filthy, it was wrong, and if he was caught he'd get his neck wrung.

But Goddamnit was it worth it.

Because once he got his little fingers on a pair of your panties and could run off to the bathroom to fist his cock and get a whiff of you, he was in heaven. He'd keep them of course, so when you left you were a few pairs of panties short and even had to take a chance not wearing any on the way back and opting for a pair of leggings.

His collection was steadily growing, and one day he'd find a way to sneak them all back to you just so you could wear them again for him to snatch, because your scent only lasted so long and the freshest were the best.

No, scratch that.

Your soiled ones were the best.

The ones where he could just tell you had touched yourself and saturated them in your slick so they smelled pungently of you. He'd run his tongue along the crotch of them and taste your sweetness as he let white ropes make a mess of his hand. Sometimes he could even concur what your diet had been recently - if you were drinking your cranberry juice and sneaking in some pineapple.

Again, if someone where to walk in on him panting in the men's bathroom and peak over the stall door to see his dick in his hand and a pair of panties shoved in his mouth, he'd be a punching bag. But Hinata was known for his impeccable speed, so if he was sly and quick enough to get himself a pair of your panties, he was quick enough to reach his high and leave the restroom before anyone could make an appearance.

Hinata could barely muster up the courage to speak to you, but building his personal collection of you was all he really needed.

kageyama

Ah, our sweet short tempered boy, our phenomenal setter.

Your lovely little stalker.

Now wait, before your get you panties in a bunch (best pun I've made all week) just remember he'd never hurt you. He likes to research, watch, know what your up to and study your patterns, much like he does with opposing teams. He'd rather quit his beloved sport before he'd even think of laying a hand on you and making you uncomfortable. So he keeps his distance and is good at blending in.

When you're traveling with the team and wake up extra early to shower because you just need the extra hot water, best believe Kageyama is standing outside the washroom door and listing to you humming a song and getting small whiffs of your products. When eating, his eyes are locked on you and he notices the small bites you take and which foods you push around on your plate and the others that you can't get enough of.

Those are just some mild examples, stuff he used to do when he was uncertain of his skills.

But he's evolved.

Now he visits your home at early hours of the morning, slips in your window and hides in your linen closet, watching as you get ready in the morning. The first time he saw you nude he nearly blew his cover with a moan. Sometimes if he was feeling especially confident he'd leave a little heart in the fogged up mirror and watch as you looked at it questioningly.

Then he started following you on your walk to school, taking the same route you did - keeping a large distance between you and him of course - and notice how you'd shift your skirt or the slight bounce of your hair.

Or sometimes he'd blend in with the other students and follow you to class, eyes locked on you like a target and analyzing your each and every move. How you laughed at your friends jokes and hugged your books close to your chest, he found you the most adorable person alive.

And the cherry on top is when he'd visit you at night. Traveling with the team or not, he'd sometimes get this overwhelming urge to come and lay with you. He was completely silent as he'd sneak in and rest his body next to you, shallowing his breath and making his presence unknown. In the dark he'd watch your chest rise and fall, your hair get disheveled and listen to your dainty snores.

That's how Kageyama secretly showed his admiration for you. Though he complimented you and was a gentleman when you came across each other, he needed more and he got more, just the way he knew how.

tanaka

If this one wasn't already obvious, let me enlighten you.

This man loves the feel of you.

You are just so damn soft and warm and plush that he can't resist you. It was even better when your skin would get hot and red after he'd accidentally grab your ass, or 'oops! didn't mean to run face first into you and get a handful of your tits!'

"I-It's okay, just be careful next time."

He'd chuckle and flash you a charming smile, "I'll do my best, but no promises, you know how clumsy I can be."

It seemed his need to feel you was consuming him like an addiction, he needed his fix of you. So everyday he made it a point to get at least one brush or grope or feel of you.

Sometimes it would come in the form of him walking beside you with his hand on the small of your back, or maybe when you handed him a volleyball he'd accidentally brush his hand over yours.

One time he really hit the jackpot - this time it was an accident - when Hinata stumbled back into him and it created this domino effect where he shuffled some and happened to dust the back of his hand over your clothed vulva. Instant boner. That moment was like heroine to him because since then he hasn't been able to innocently get a feel of your groin.

But he had to settle for less. Pressing his back against you in line with his hard on making an appearance on your ass, but 'sorry! I told you I'm a klutz!' was all the explanation you got. Also using his clumsy nature to his advantage once in a blue moon by falling down and grabbing your wrist so you'd tumble down with him, perfectly landing on top of him or on his lap.

Don't think about it too much though, touch his is love language and he was only showing his appreciation for his favorite manager! Friendly of course, nothing more nothing less...on the surface.

Best believe that man would go home with the faintest smell of your lotion on his hand and cum over and over again to it.

Tanaka was not unapologetic in his approach to express his obsession for you.

kenma

If Kenma isn't playing games on his phone, then he's more often than not looking at pictures of you or taking them.

You're the hot manager all the team's rave about, so you werent an uncommon topic of conversation. Especially when the tournaments were hosted in the summer months and you'd wear your skirts and shorts to keep cool in the blistering sun. Even better when you had one of those adorable sun dresses on that would slip down and show just a tad too much of your cleavage. Chefs kiss.

But while discussing your beauty, Kenma would fall silent and immerse himself in his games, fiddling with the buttons and blacking out the world around him.

"Kenma, I'm starting to think you've got a crush on one of us. You never talk about Y/n like the rest of us!" Bokuto laughed, smacking his knee.

Poor Kenma went red in the face and hid behind his dyed hair, "I just don't have anything to say."

Mostly because he thought photos could speak a thousand words.

The countless Polaroid photos he had hung up on his wall, under his pillow, and in albums under his bed. How he had you as his wallpaper on his computer and phone and even more digital albums of you. Kenma wouldn't add to the conversation because any chance of blowing his cover was one he wasn't willing to take.

Instead, just out of spite and because he knew it would be a divine addition to his collection, he would slyly snap a picture of you leaning down to pick up your pencil while you scribbled away in your notebook, capturing your tits nearly rolling out from your shirt and bra. You were stunning.

And later he'd sneak a picture of you hinging at the hips to gather your items, alone in your respective room, not thinking anyone would be cracking open the door to photograph your panties on display under your skirt. Kenma would print that one out and frame it.

After refining his craft, he would be more discreet about taking his pictures and more worried about the quality of the image. Or rather what the image was of. Before he was just glad to get a blurry picture of your hips, but now, he could get so much more.

Once he was able to sneak into your room and get a speedy picture of you in the shower: eyes closed, hands running though your wet hair and steamy body completely soaked.

He bit his lip as he dashed from the scene, holding back his urge to soil his pants with cum and groan.

Maybe some day when his team members really got under his skin about not throwing in his input about your looks, he'd simply pull up this picture, display it for them, and then capture their reactions to later send to them.

Yes...Kenma loved taking pictures of you, only for his eyes to perceive.

tsukki

Trophies.

Tskukki loves to 'borrow' your items without your knowledge and add to his little shrine in his closet.

No, not shrine, that's creepy.

He just really adores you and the only way he knows to show his admiration for you in secret is to collect the things you like most in life.

Why do you think he always left practice so early? It was to snatch something of yours for him to take home and carefully place near his framed photo of you. He thought everyone an idiot for not figuring out his shenanigans earlier, and just as dumb for not copying his idea.

So far he's got you in a gorgeous, golden frame, an empty tube of your signature gloss, an old toothbrush, and drum roll please...

Panties!

You're favorite pair!

How did he manage to grab these? Well, I'm sure you recall our ray of sunshine Shoyo, and how he thought he was so sneaky in his panty snatching. Unfortunately he was not as sneaky as he thought, for Tsukki was able to snatch the snatched panties from Hinata!

He remembers you talking to the other managers, nonchalantly eavesdropping while he cooled off and sipped some water.

"Yes I love them! Thanks for that coupon by the way, it really helped. They're so soft and comfy, I love the little white bow on them too. And they make me feel sexy too." You wiggled your brow as the other girls giggled.

Tsukishima just knew he had to have them the moment he heard this interaction, because you loved them, so he did too.

And his opportunity to grab them nearly fell into his lap when he heard Hinata not so silently tip-toeing back into the shared bedroom, a piece of cloth balled in his fist. With haste he shoved them into his bag and slipped back under his covers, thinking it was mission accomplished.

But he was oh so wrong, because the next morning at an ungodly hour, Tsukki, silently shuffled around in Shoyo's bag and found the balled piece of cloth. It was a pair of panties. A pair with...

the little white bow.

'Sorry Hinata, these are mine.' Tsukki thought while tucking them away in his own bag. Luckily he had gotten to them before his red-haired friend could slather them in his own cum or spit on them and contaminate them.

On the bus ride home, Hinata was angrily shuffling around in his pack to search for his beloved panties, but came up short because now they belonged to his blonde-haired teammate.

At home, Tsukishima didn't waste a single second throwing open his closet door, greeting your picture with a quick peck, and taking out the undergarment.

"Can you believe Hinata's been your pantie thief? It's disgusting really, you're lucky I'm not that gross." He spoke to your photo and gently laid them on his dresser, "I'd never do that to you Y/n. I treat you right. I remember all your favorite things because I love you."

Kei Tsukishima: the secret trophy husband.

#haikyu smut #haikyuu smut #haikyu x you #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo smut #kei tsukishima smut #kozume kenma smut #tobio kageyama

[lostinthewiind]

Piss Off Your Parents - Part 8

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 7

Next → Part 9

Feeling a body shift beside you, you slowly began to wake from your deep, dreamless sleep. With thin rays of sunlight shining through the crack between the curtains, you let a content, sleepy smile toy at the corners of your lips as you rolled over in Keishin's arms and came face to face with his sleeping form.

It had been over a week since you had started staying with Keishin and even though waking up beside someone every morning definitely took some getting used to, you were a little surprised by just how quickly it was beginning to feel normal. Not only that, but you never slept better than you did in Keishin's bed with his warm, calming presence beside you and strong, protective arm draped over your waist.

Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Keishin was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically and at some point during the night, just like every other night, his hair—which wasn't tamed by the headband while he slept—had gotten all messed up and a few strands had fallen into his face.

Whenever you woke up before him, you would always take the chance to just look at him. While he slept, he seemed completely and utterly at peace—no longer burdened by the stress of coaching volleyball, working at the store, and no doubt whatever extra problems you had brought into his life. You thought back to the time you had watched him sleeping on the couch in the back room and sighed happily; the thought of how much things had changed in such a short period of time truly putting things into perspective.

Unable to keep your hands to yourself any longer, you reached out slowly and brushed the loose strands of hair out of his face and tucked them behind his ear—the same way you had done when you two had first had sex and the same way you had done countless times since.

Keishin could sleep through a thunderstorm or the sound of you calling out his name, but as soon as he felt your fingertips graze against his cheek, his eyes fluttered open. Upon noticing he was awake, you made your touch more prominent and caressed his face.

"Good morning," you whispered, unwilling to raise your voice any more than that and ruin the soft ambiance of the early morning.

Keishin leaned into your touch and smiled softly. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," you answered as you ran your thumb along his bottom lip, internally debating if you should ambush him with kisses now or wait until he had woken up a little more first. Chuckling to yourself over your own thoughts, you caught yourself staring at his lips and directed your gaze back to his eyes. "I'm just looking at you."

Keishin scoffed as he pressed a gentle kiss to your thumb. "Why?"

"Because you look so beautiful when you're asleep," you told him matter-of-factly. "Not that you don't always look beautiful," you added quickly before he could make some sort of sarcastic comment.

Keishin rolled his eyes before pulling you flush against his chest and kissing you. "You're such a sap, you know that?"

You laughed. "First, I'm dramatic. Now I'm a sap. What's next?"

"I have no idea." Keishin shrugged the best he could while lying down. "What I do know, however," he glanced at the clock, "is that we need to get up and get ready."

Following Keishin's gaze to the time, you huffed sadly when you noticed there were only five minutes left until your alarm would go off, forcing you to get ready to open the store. "Can't we just stay in bed all day?" you asked, hoping you could convince him to stay under the covers with you.

"Not unless we want to go broke and end up living under a bridge together."

You chuckled as Keishin crawled out of bed, the temptation of slapping his ass gently when he stood up almost too much but you managed to control yourself. "Together?" You grinned. "You'd stay with me even if we were both dirt poor?"

Keishin rolled his eyes playfully at your takeaway from his statement. "Of course." He collected his clothes before making his way around to your side of the bed and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "But I think I like plumbing and heating too much to give them up, so let's shower and get ready."

Sitting up in bed, you cocked an eyebrow. "You want to shower together?"

Keishin flashed a devilish smirk as he headed for the bathroom. "Purely for the purpose of saving water." He disappeared into the bathroom and seconds later his boxers flew out and landed on the floor, indicating he was completely nude. "But if you hate the planet, then I guess that's on you."

Your cheeks flushed red but nevertheless, you swung your legs over the side of the bed and began removing your clothes as you approached the bathroom. "Sure," you laughed as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself and let your eyes wander over Keishin's wet, naked body as he stood under the steaming water. "If it's for the planet, how could I possibly say no?"

20 minutes of passionate kissing and soapy hands exploring every inch of each other's body later, the two of you towelled off and finished getting ready before sitting down for a quick breakfast together.

"So the volleyball team has a game today, right?" you asked Keishin as you poured milk into your bowl of cereal. Keishin nodded. "What time do you think you will be home?"

Keishin thought for a moment before answering. "Probably around six or seven tonight. The game is right after school so it shouldn't run too late."

"Okay." You sat down across from him at the table. "Should we get dinner after I close up the shop?"

Keishin nodded again. "Sounds like a plan."

With a few more bites of his breakfast, Keishin was setting his dishes in the sink, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head, and rushing down the stairs and out of the building to start his day.

As you listened to his footsteps stomp down the stairs, followed by the sound of the back door opening and closing to indicate that he had left, you sighed to yourself and sat back in your chair. It was then that you took a minute to think about everything; your job, your boyfriend, your living arrangements, your tattered relationship with your parents. In the span of a few months, your life had completely turned upside down, but that wasn't the part that freaked you out the most.

What really got you thinking was the fact that, even though your life had done a complete 180, you had never been happier; which led to the constant internal questioning about if you had ever really been happy before you had met Keishin at all, or if this was just a different kind of happy—a happy that only a stable, supportive significant other could provide.

Before you had the chance to get lost in your thoughts, you snapped out of it, finished your breakfast, and headed downstairs to open the shop and begin your day.

As usual, you dealt with the typical morning rush of people stopping in to grab a coffee or other various food items on their way to work or school. Once the mid-morning slump hit and the customer traffic went way down, you took the time to do some routine cleaning and inventory. By now, you were like a well-oiled machine when it came to the daily task of running the store.

Around noon, as you were finishing up stocking some shelves, the front door opened and a very well-dressed man strolled into the store. "Hello," you greeted him, standing from where you were kneeling in front of the shelves and dusting off your pants.

The man gave you a once over, eyeing you from head to toe. Without so much as an acknowledging nod, he brushed past you and toward the full-length fridges at the back.

Assuming the man just wasn't in a chatty mood, you took the empty boxes to the storage room. When you exited, the man was already standing at the front counter, impatiently tapping his foot while he held two bottles of water in his hands.

"Sorry for the wait," you apologized. "Just the waters today?"

The man just nodded and let out a grunt.

Trying not to take his dismissive attitude too seriously, you rang up his purchases and gave him the total. Instead of pulling out his wallet, however, he just gave you a dirty look.

"That's a little expensive for two bottles of water, don't you think?" he retorted.

You didn't know what to say to that, so you shrugged. "I'm sorry, I don't make the prices, sir," you told him. "I just work here."

Huffing loudly, the man fished his wallet out of his back pocket and pulled out some bills before tossing them haphazardly onto the counter. "Fine. Don't forget my change."

Before you could open the cash register, the front doors opened again and a woman dressed in a beautiful dress with her hair done up elegantly walked in and stopped beside the man before you. "Have you paid yet?" she asked the man, who was either her boyfriend or husband based on the way she was hanging off of his arm. "I just realized I'm out of cigarettes."

"I'm just paying now," he told her, his face softer than you had seen it yet before he turned back to you and asked for the brand of cigarettes that his partner smoked.

Spinning around, you felt your stomach twist at the sight of the empty dispenser of cigarettes, meaning that you were out of the brand he had requested. Of course, the delivery for that day hadn't come in yet, making your job even harder right now.

Plastering the warmest smile on your face that you could muster, you turned back to the couple. "I apologize, but we are all out of that brand. Can I get you something else?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "No, everything else tastes like garbage."

"I see." You stepped back up to the cash register. "So just the waters then?"

The man nodded. "I guess so if your shitty little store doesn't even stock up on popular brands of cigarettes." He watched you intently as you opened the register and counted his change. "I knew we should have stopped somewhere other than this hole in the wall."

As much as you so desperately wanted to rip this man and his spoiled girlfriend a new one, you bit your tongue instead and grinned as you handed him back his change. "Here you are." You dropped the coins into his outstretched hand. "Have a wonderful day."

Neither one of them said anything in response as they turned on their heels and marched out of the store, noses turned up at everything around them. As you watched them get into their fancy car and speed away, you wondered if they treated everyone like that or just lowly corner store workers like yourself.

Trying to let the incident slide off of you like water off of a duck's back, you returned to the remaining tasks on your to-do list and tried to forget all about being treated like a second-class citizen.

As the day turned to late afternoon and the after-school and after-work rush hit, you had found your way back into your groove again.

An hour or so before closing time, and roughly around the time Keishin would be returning, you heard a pair of heels clacking against the tile floor and stood up front behind the counter only to come face-to-face with your mother. Dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, it was obvious she had just come from work, but your attention was more focused on the envelope she was holding out to you.

"This came for you the other day." She didn't even bother with a simple greeting even though it had been weeks since you had seen or spoken to her or your father.

"Oh, okay." You reached out and took the envelope from her. Turning it over, you felt your heart jump into your throat when you read that it was from the University of Tokyo.

You looked up at your mother expectantly but she waved you off. "Don't ask me what it says, I didn't open it," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell your father and me that you applied to the University of Tokyo? It's a very good school."

"Because I didn't do it for you," you said as you tucked the envelope into your back pocket. "And I certainly didn't do it to go to law school or anything you guys would approve of."

Your mother narrowed her eyes at you. "Then why did you do it?"

"To play soccer," you answered, your mind immediately going to the conversation you had had with Keishin while taking inventory together. "And because I told someone I would."

Your mother eyed you for a minute more, waiting to see if you would reach for the envelope again to open it. When you made no indication of sharing your application results with her, she hummed softly. "Well, whatever that letter says, you should take some time to seriously consider what your next step is going to be." She turned to leave but stopped halfway to the door and looked at you over her shoulder. "It's not too late to make the right choice. Think carefully before you throw your life away."

With that, your mother exited the store, leaving you with a mixed slurry of emotions and no clue how to deal with any of them.

Pulling the envelope out of your back pocket, you set it down on the counter in front of you and stared at it. Whatever was printed on the single piece of paper inside would set a course for your future . . . although you were unsure if you even still wanted the future that this piece of paper could give you.

All you wanted was to be happy, and all you knew was that Keishin gave you that.

Anything more felt like asking for too much.

Anything more felt like a gamble that wasn't worth the risk.

#piss off your parents #part 8 #haikyuu #haikyuu!!! #sexy time #haikyuu smut #lostinthewiind #reader insert #reader imagine #x reader #ukai keishin #ukai #ukai x reader

[racheloveyunho]

Till death do us part - 4

Y/N grew up in a wealthy family, she always was seen as a beautiful   and smart kid and was most likely to take her father’s place as the CEO of one of the most important companies in South Korea. However, after   the death of her mother, Y/N’s family slowly started to break apart. Her  father was always working to forget his uncalled pain while his kids   were left alone at home.

She was 17 years old when her life took a  sudden turn when she met him in a dark alley. He was a bloody mess,   bruises everywhere but behind blood and dirt, she could see his   beautiful features and his addictive gaze. Maybe she should have walked away, maybe she shouldn’t have helped him, but the moment his gaze   locked with hers, she was already his.

Choi San was his name.

Genre: Mafia AU, smut, angst, fluff, stranger to lovers

Words: 1883

TW series:  Y/N is described as an OC. Please be aware that this story will contain  a lot of triggering content such as smut, blood, death, murder, drug,  kidnapping, etc. Do not read if you are under a legal age!

TW chapter: Obsessive behavior (from Y/N’s and San’s side), threats, swearing and a hint of jealousy.

Here it was, the silhouette I liked the most

"San..."

He hugged me tightly as if there was no tomorrow. I noticed how he was sweaty and out of breathe, probably from running to get to me faster.

I breathed in his unique scent, it was woody scent, something fresh but still manly. I felt safer with him, everything was easier when he was by my side. I didn't want to let him go and my feelings seemed mutual as he tightened his grip on my waist.

I was like a piece of metal attracted to a magnet.

We sat down on the bed and he let me cry my heart out, listening every word I had to say. I told him my story, my conflictual relationship with my father, how harsh he was with me and my brother since my mom passed away and my arranged wedding with this Hwang Jinyoung.

We talked for two good hours about my problems but also about the future we both wanted.

As time went on, I started to feel sleepy, my eyelids were heavy and my mind was cloudy. I slowly closed my eyes until I fell into a deep sleep into San's arms. He gently patted my head to help me fall asleep.

"Don't worry Y/N, I will protect you from now on."

San hummed a song before falling asleep by Y/N’s side.

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Chapter 4

I woke up in the same room I felt asleep on. The unusual walls made my heart ache at the thought of what had happened between my father and I. I knew deep inside me that there will be no turning back with my relationship with him but strangely enough, i didn't feel bad about it, I was more concerned about my brother than anything.

"Did you sleep well?"

I looked up and was greeted by this angelical face of his. San was laying on the same bed as me, one of his muscular arm holding my frame tightly. I smiled back and hide my face on his chest, smelling his addictive scent at the same time.

"I did."

It was a weird feeling. I knew almost nothing of San, I met him three times and still... I felt as if I could give him my whole body and soul. I couldn't help but think about what my mom told me when I was still a child.

"Someday you will find someone you can rely on, someone who doesn't need words to know how you feel, someone who understand and cherish you as the most precious thing in the world. You will find this person one day Y/N, I'm sure of it."

My lips came upward in a smile as I remembered my mom's word, they had a new meaning to me since I met San.

His grip tightened a little around me while his other hand was busy, gently petting my hair.

"You are acting like a boyfriend"

"Do you like it?"

"Very much" I smiled, looking fondly at him and before I knew it, San leaned on and kissed me slightly.

His lips felt like feather, there was nothing but sweetness and love in this kiss, his right hand cupped my cheek and rubbed his thumb against the soft skin.

When our lips finally moved apart, I looked up to meet his - oh so lovely - gaze.

"You are so beautiful"

"Say the man whom is beauty itself" I giggled softly.

This moment was almost perfect - almost.

My mind was quick to remember about the bitterness of the situation I was in. I looked down sadly, avoiding San's intrigued eyes.

A lot of questions were running on my mind. What will happen from now on? I was still minor and my dad was stubborn, he would never let me escape from his grasp so easily. How will I survive? I didn't even had enough money to stay on this hotel for more than a week.

Unconsciously, I sighed heavily. San took my chin between his thumb and his index and lift my face towards his.

"What is it?" San asked me in a whisper.

"Did you bring your phone with you? I have to call Hana, she must be worried."

After a few seconds, he nodded and gave me his phone. I entered the familiar number and quickly enough, Hana's voice was heard through the phone.

"Y/N!! Is everything okay? I was worried sick! I thought you were coming early in the morning?" Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence. I frowned my eyebrows. She was whispering yelling and it was odd since she was always a loud girl.

"Sorry, I didn't wake up. Why are you this quiet?" I suspiciously asked.

"Y/N, I don't think you should come here, your father was there one hour ago and he was beyond furious! He threatened me and my family, saying that he will ruin our lives if he find out we are hiding you from him!" She cried out.

This sentence came before a long and heavy silence where no one dared to talk. My mind was processing this new information while my heart was scolding me for bringing my best friend and her family into a delicate situation.

San was quietly listening to our conversation, his right hand on top of mine while his thumb was gently rubbing the back of my hand.. 

"I'm so sorry Hana... I didn't mean to bring you into this mess..." I lowered my voice, guilt eating me alive.

"Hey sweety... It's okay. You didn't do anything wrong but... I don't think this is a good idea to go against your father will. He is really scary."

"Are you telling me to came back home and let my father do everything he wants with me?" My throat felt suddenly dry and my heart heavy in my chest.

No answer.

I knew she was just afraid of what could possibly happen to her and her family, she just wanted to protect her loved ones. However, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. She knew how my father was and how hard it was for me to handle this situation.

"I see. Don't worry for me, I'm gonna find a way." I finally stated with the coldest voice I could muster. I didn't let her the time to give an answer and hung up right away.

I stayed silent for a while and so did San.

After what seemed like an eternity, I finally looked up at him and sighed with a small smile "Thank you for what you did to me. I owe you one"

"Why are you talking as if you are going somewhere?" he arched his eyebrows before leaning close to me with his signature smirk of his "I'm not planning to let you go away from me, love."

I gasped in surprise "L-love?" I asked stuttering, embarrassed by this sudden pet name.

"Why are you embarrassed about? We just kissed a few minutes ago"

I avoided his gaze and coughed slightly to get rid of the awkwardness "I can't stay here San... You will be in trouble if my dad find out you helped me and I don't want it to happen."

This time, it was San's turn to sight.

"Y/N. Listen to me. I will let you two choices" I frowned but stayed silent to let him continue "You don't know who I am but I can help you. However I won't take you with me if you don't want to. It's up to you. Do you want to stay with me, where I'll promise to keep you safe by my side, or do you want to go back and be toyed your entire life by your father against your own will?"

Silence again.

His face was serious and his voice demanding, It actually made me think I couldn't choose the latter choice - not that I wanted to choose this option anyway.

"Why are you doing this.. I mean, we don't know much about each other and-"

"Kim Y/N, born in Seoul the 25th September 1999 at 3:48. You like horror movies and all kind of sweets, your mother passed away the 4th June and since then, your father had changed completely, leaving you and your brother behind" San said, never breaking visual contact with me "You are the student with the best grades on your class and you are the teacher's favorite and even though you want to attend the prestigious Seoul national college, you don't know what to do in your life yet"

I was astonished, how did he get all his information?

As if on cue, he slipped a hand in my hair "It's been two years now Y/N, no one know you as much as I do. I know every single details about you but now, I don't want to look at your life from far away, I want to be apart of it" He smiled but frowned as I slowly stepped away from him "were you stalking me all this time?" I asked, heart beating fast.

"Come on, I know you are as obsessed over me as I am over you" He laughed before standing up and quickly doing his hair while looking his own reflect on the mirror “I was there every time you talked to your friend about me”

I watched his every move and couldn’t find anything to say. No matter how crazy it sounded, I knew he was right.

"And how are you gonna help me?"

"Your dad isn't all white, quite the contrary" He said "I know enough to tell him to let you be" He added.

"Are you going to... threaten him?" I looked at him through the mirror.

"Why? You don't want me to?" He smiled at me, his back still facing me.

I took a deep breathe.

"No... He deserves it"

He turned around and came closer to me with the widest smirk.

"So... Are you coming with me?"

I watched as the landscape kept changing from outside the window. The spacious car was moving in slow pace in a part of Seoul I never went in.

I knew it was the beginning of something new but everything seemed so unreal, the only thing that kept me back to reality was the warmth of San's hand intertwining with mine.

I quickly take a glance at the driver, his sharp nose and strong eyes made him look cold, a perfect contrast with his tanned skin. I was surprised by how young he was, probably not much older than San and I and obviously both of them were getting along with each other.

I was so focus on looking at the man and wondering who he was to San that I didn't took notice of my staring until I felt San squeezing my hand.

"Y/N...I'm not sure of how I feel about you looking at another man" He pouted cutely to grab my attention back to him. I laughed lowly and gave him a apologetic look "I'm not sure how I feel about you being jaleous while we are not in an official relationship yet" I smirked at him.

"The kiss wasn't official enough for you?" He smirked back "should I give you an other one then? " He asked, his face coming closer to mine.

His lips ghosted over mine but we were interrupted by a loud cough before we could properly touch each other.

"Please San, can you keep your hands for yourself until you both are alone? I don't especially want to see you guys kiss in the back seat of my car" The driver said in a rather annoyed tone.

"Look who is talking" San scoffed "Should I remind you how many times you made out with your girlfriend in front of me?"

The older man let out a dry laugh, his eyes still on the road.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silencex the driver looked at me from the front mirror.

"Your name is Y/N, right?"

"Yes... And you are..?"

"I'm Seonghwa. Park Seonghwa" He said "I'm glad to meet you, San wouldn't shut up and talk about you every fucking day" He laughed, earning another loud scoff from San.

"Watch your mouth, you are older but I'm still the boss here" San growled.

Suddenly, the car stopped abruptly.

"We safely came back to your home sir~" Seonghwa politely stated, not without a hint of teasing in his voice.

San pulled me out of the car, hand still holding mine firmly. I followed him and looked up at the huge mansion in front of us.

My mouth fell agape, this place was way bigger than mine.

"Welcome to your new house" San smiled.

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We are finally starting to introduce the others members!

Also this chapter is a bit shorter, I didn’t even noticed until I checked the number of words but I thought it was better this way, there was nothing to add since the next chapter was already done lol.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it!

See you next time~

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[hopelesshunny]

the love languages part iv: quality time (f.w)

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

summary: fred wakes y/n one morning so that he can take her on a secret adventure.

warnings: kissing, mentions of war, mentions of death, mentions of eating/food, mentions of marriage/engagement.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i was so excited to write this part as unlike the previous part of this series, quality time is my personal love language. i'm also quite excited to write the final part of this series as well as finish and post a number of wips so get ready for lots of writing soon!! luv ya'll so much.

*all photos are from pinterest*

series masterlist // part i // part ii // part iii

A quiet groan left Y/N’s mouth as the sun pushed its way through the sheer drapes of hers and Freds shared bedroom. As she began to regain consciousness she could hear the birds chirping outside the window, excited for the morning, she could smell the familiar scent of fresh coffee brewing, but most importantly, she could feel the bed sheets beneath her instead of the comforting rise and fall of her boyfriend's chest. Sighing, she pushed herself out of bed and followed the smell that was escaping from the kitchen, slipper clad feet padding across the wooden floors.

“Mornin’ angel.” Fred smirked, pouring her a cup of coffee and placing it in her eager hands. “Thought I might have to carry you out of bed.”

“What time is it?” She muttered, laying her head against his chest as Fred placed a hand on her back, rubbing small circles.

“It’s 7 in the morning love.” He spoke into her hairline, causing her to pull back from him with a bewildered look.

“It’s Saturday, Freddie.” She exclaimed, still staring at him with a slack mouth.

“I know.” He chuckled, placing a kiss to the side of her head. “I’m taking you somewhere, so drink up.” He said, tapping the coffee cup before pulling himself from her to head back to their bedroom.

She turned to watch him as he sauntered down the hall, a smile forming on her lips at the sight of him. Lucky was an understatement, Y/N often thought that she must have been a saint in her past life and was being blessed in this lifetime with Fred Weasley. From the moment she saw him in first year, her in a uniform that seemed much too big for her body and he with flushed cheeks and a bright smile, she swore to herself that he was the man she was going to marry. In her second year when she watched him and George prank the Slytherins relentlessly and laugh loudly at their stunned faces, she remembered thinking that his laugh was like medicine, it could surely cure any illness. During third year she often found herself staring at Fred constantly from across the Great Hall, hoping that he would return the glance. Then came fourth year when she finally caught his eye, so much so that as he and George ran down the hall, attempting to escape some self-inflicted trouble, he almost ran directly into a wall due to his staring.

Since that moment that had been inseparable - it had begun as Fred’s adolescent attempt to flirt with her but grew into the most beautiful friendship she ever had, when she couldn’t get the hint that he was interested in being more than that. Which is why his invitation to the Yule Ball shocked her in sixth year and his early departure from Hogwarts destroyed her in seventh year. Looking back now all of that seemed silly, from that first glance she caught of Fred she knew that they would find their way together somehow and after the war when she finally had the nerve to walk back into the shop to see if he made it out alive that’s exactly what happened.

The heavy door to the shop creaked as she pulled it open, her heart had plummeted to her stomach as soon as she saw the building from down the street. She was scared, terrified that the ghastly war had taken Fred as its own, so scared that she had pushed off confronting the possibility of it until now.

“Hello?” She called into the empty space. “Freddie? George?” Please be alive, please be alive, is all her brain could muster up to think.

“Y/N?” A voice called from the back. “Y/N!” George shouted as he came into view, running towards her to smother her in a hug.

“Hi.” She spoke softly into his chest, still fearing the fate of his twin. “Fred?” She asked quietly when she pulled back from the hug, concern and worry lacing her features. But the raging storm of guilt and terror within her was calmed when George flashed her a genuine smile and turned to call towards the back room.

“Fred! It’s Y/N, she’s alive.” With that Fred came bustling out from the far end of the shop, his eyes bloodshot, hair messy but that golden smile still plastered on his face. When she saw him tears that she had been holding back for days came flooding down her face as he picked her up, wrapping his arms impossibly tight around her body. George chuckled to himself before making his way up the stairs leaving two lovers that were too stubborn to realize they were lovers to finally become lovers.

“You scared me Y/N.” Fred whispered into her neck. “I thought I’d lost you.” She let out a choked sob before pulling back to look at him.

“There was so much happening, I couldn’t find you.” She said. “And then once it was all over I was worried th-that something had happened and that you w-were.” She trailed off, trying to find the words that made the most sense to her in this very moment but before she could, he was softly shushing her, planting her feet on the ground and placing a sweet kiss to her forehead.

“No need for any of that. I’m here, you’re here, we’re okay.” He spoke, her face in his hands. “I guess now’s as good a time as any to tell you that I’m in love with you Y/N.” He chuckled, earning a giggle from her.

“Fred Weasley, I am way ahead of you on that one.” She retorted, leaning up to capture his lips with hers.

“Okay Weasley, where are we going.” She said, emerging from their bedroom to find Fred on the couch, his head resting back on his neck before snapping it forward at the sound of her voice.

“You know.” He started, getting up from the couch to move toward her, placing his hands on her waist. “I see you every single day and it still feels like that first time I almost snogged the wall trying to catch a glimpse of you.”

“Always a charmer, you were.” She giggled before he reached down to grab her hand, pulling her out the door and down the street. He swung her hand in his as he pointed out abstractly shaped clouds saying they looked like her hair in the morning or her butt when she leaned over to pick something up.

“You still haven’t told me where we’re going.” She spoke.

“We’re going right here.” He said, pulling her into an ice cream shop. “Well, we’re starting right here.”

“Starting?” She questioned. “What do you have up your sleeve, Freddie?” He chuckled at her inquisitive state as she never really trusted Fred when it came to surprises because it typically ended in her hair being dyed a garish colour or something seemingly delicious tasting absolutely horrendous. But this surprise was good, he reassured her with a soothing hand on her back.

With ice cream cones finished and Y/N’s mind still wandering, the pair was now standing in a lush garden in the countryside, wisteria trees blowing gently in the summer breeze as Fred clasped his hands over her eyes. When he finally pulled them back to reveal the gorgeous sight in front of her all she could manage was a gasp, taken back by the pure beauty of the garden, so much so that she hardly saw the picnic blanket he must have set up ahead of time.

“It’s beautiful Freddie.” She whispered, her hand pressed against her chest in amazement.

“Just like you.” He said, wrapping his arms around her from behind, resting his chin on top of her head. “Hermione actually told me about this place after she leant you that book about trees.” He chuckled, recalling the memory of his girlfriend passionately telling him about a different tree somewhere in the world every morning.

With that he ran and landed on the blanket with a thud outstretching his arms as giggles bubbled from her mouth. She gladly accepted his offer however, laying on the blanket with him, her back against his side as she gazed up at the bright blue sky, through a veil of wisteria, her hands finding his to gently run her fingers along his knuckles. From their position on the ground Fred had the perfect view of Y/N’s face, the face he had memorized so many years ago, the face that lit up the first time he had ever spoken to her and everyday since then.

He and George sprinted down the hall, Filch hot on their heels as boisterous laughter filled the air, adrenaline running through both their veins like hot lava, setting their bodies on fire. Then he saw her, coming around the corner, books clutched tightly to her chest as her eyes wandered out the window, but his remained solely on her. A little too much it seemed because when he finally forced his line of sight away from her, he found himself face to face with a wall, just inches away from having his face planted flat against it. He brought up on his heels before ducking away into a closet, George after running far ahead of him.

He cracked the closet door open just enough so that he could steal a look at her, he watched as she giggled and shook her head and then made her way down the hall. Was she laughing at him? Was she laughing at him because she thought he was funny? Or because she thought he was a fool? He thought about this for a moment before finally deciding that he could make either one of them work. Once the coast was clear and he was sure he was no longer being chased, Fred practically fell out of the closet and began sprinting down the hall again but this time in the opposite direction, in the direction of her. When he finally caught up to her, he layed a gentle hand on her shoulder causing her to turn towards him before he doubled over out of breath.

“Just give me, give me one second.” He said, holding his hand up to signal for her to wait. She chuckled at him as he then decided to take a seat on the ground still attempting to pump air into his lungs. Y/N sat on the floor of the hallway with him, pulling her knees up to her chest as he looked at her in surprise. “I’m Fred Weasley.”

“I know.” She said before giving him a shocked look, angry at her mouth for betraying her. “I mean, I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“I think we’re going to be great friends.” He replied, while she flashed him a smile that could light up the entire castle on the darkest of nights.

Great friends they were, if you consider great friends, people who can’t sleep without each other, kiss each other good morning and good night and just about a thousand times in between everyday, they were the best of friends, if best friends were in love with one another. Fred couldn’t imagine his life without Y/N in it, couldn’t bring himself to imagine being with someone else, she was all he ever wanted, all he’d ever need.

“Is that a squirrel over there?” Fred questioned. “Climbing up that tree?” He pointed to a tree in the distance, causing Y/N to sit up straight, shielding the sun from her eyes with her hand as she squinted in an attempt to see what Fred was on about.

“I don’t see a squirrel.” She scoffed. “You must be seeing things Fre-.” She started, turning around to see Fred kneeling on one knee in front of her, a silver ring propped up in a velvet box grasped in his hands as his eyes searched hers. Shock ran deep on her face and a rush of nerves took over Fred as he couldn’t quite read her reaction.

“Y/N, from the moment I met you I’ve wanted to do this. I’ve thought about asking you to marry me almost everyday since fourth year and hell if I had a ring back then I would’ve done it. But I have one now so I’m asking-.” Fred began, still tentatively studying her face.

“Yes!” She cut him off, launching herself into his arms. “Yes, I’ll marry you any day and I would’ve married you when we were fifteen if you asked.” She peppered his face with kisses as he laughed loudly, slipping the ring onto her finger. Tears pricked her eyes as she pulled back to look at the new addition to her hand but her eyebrows knitted themselves together at the collection of numbers engraved in small font on the underside of the band.

“Numbers?” She questioned, shooting him a quizzical look as he chuckled.

“Coordinates.” He responded. “To the exact wall I almost hit the first time I saw you.”

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I've Got A Coupon (18+) 

Part 2

Namjoon: A Massage with a Happy Ending

Warnings: 18+ consensual sexual poly relationships. Always swearing, Safe sex is implied. Don't read smut if you can't handle the 🍆💦

Words: 1650

Valentine’s Day, what do you give 7 men who already have everything?

Sitting down, you create a series of Love Coupons and place them in a bowl…

Erotic movie night

Massage with a happy ending

lap dance

Voyeur, look but don’t touch!

Naked Chef, dining al fresco

Trip to the sex shop

Location of your choice!

Calling them to the kitchen they each take a turn picking their present.

Series Masterlist

6:30 am.

Joon was an early riser. Knocking lightly you were hoping he was still asleep.

No answer. Trying to silently open the door you slipped inside holding the handle so it wouldn't tip him off with the click. Loud snoring came from across the room and you could just make out his outline from the rising sun filtering through his curtains.

Tiptoeing closer you dropped your robe. Picking up the fluffy white duvet you slid underneath. God he was warm. He stirred with a sigh and moved closer, his arms wrapping around you instinctively. Namjoon was comfort. His peaceful presence could have easily lulled you into slumber if it weren't for your mission. 

"Joonie," you whispered. "Hey, wake up." 

His dimples popped as he groggily smiled. "Good morning. It's so early." 

"I wanted to make sure you started the day off right." 

Pulling the last envelope from the pocket of your robe you laid it on his chest. 

"Massage with a happy ending."  His cheeks turned red. 

"I think you deserve to be taken care of Joon, will you let me do that for you?" 

"I'm a little afraid I'm going to get too used to this…" He moved his body closer, hands hovering over your stomach. His fingertips, not sure of which way to travel, skimmed over your skin giving you goosebumps from the delicate touch. 

"What would be so wrong with that?" Your lips lingered on his. 

"I want you too badly to think of any excuses right now." 

"Good, lets start." 

Jumping out of the bed you threw your robe back on and retrieved your pile of equipment waiting in the hallway. 

"You really went all out."

He seemed surprised as you set up the table. 

"No half measures Namjoon. Now get that gorgeous ass over here." 

Pulling the sheet off the bed he wrapped himself up. 

"You know what a happy ending is right? You're just going to have to take that off in 4 feet." 

He was flustered, always so shy in his gentlemanly way. Closing the gap he abandoned his modesty beside the table. He was hard as a rock already standing straight out red and excited. 

"Should I lay on my back?" 

Pulling the cover from the table you raised your eyebrows at him suggestively. "That's totally up to you, this is a milking table." 

Never had a jaw dropped further and more dramatically than his. 

He needed encouragement. Walking over to him you let your fingers slide down his chest, "Why don't you lay down on your front and I'll just give you a massage for a bit. You won't even see me until you're ready, okay?" 

His large hands reached out and cradled your face. "It's not that I don't want to look at you. You're so fucking beautiful, I'm just a shy idiot." 

"We can work on that." You couldn't help but smile at him, "now hop on up here." 

He got on the table and lay face down.  

"We're gonna ease into this okay?" 

He nodded. 

Digging through your bag you brought out the bottle of massage oil. "This may be a little cold, are you ready?" 

Squeezing the oil in a stream down his back he squirmed at the sensation. You could have been nice and warmed it, but you liked the idea of the cold liquid making his nipples hard. 

"You've been working out huh?" You began sliding your hands over his skin. "You're a lot bigger than when we last hooked up." 

You could feel him flexing his triceps under your fingers. “It suits you.” 

Working the oil over his entire backside you wanted to up the stakes. "Is it okay if I get on top of you? It's better leverage to work out those knots." 

"umhum," he mumbled face down into the pillow. 

Grabbing the oil you quickly drizzled it down your front before climbing on. Straddling his back you rubbed yourself just above the swell of his ass. He moaned at the feeling of your pussy sliding down his skin. 

"How's that feel?" 

"So, so good Y/N."

Laying flat against him you placed a kiss between his shoulder blades and pressed your breasts into his back. Your arms smoothed down over his as you rocked yourself against his muscle. 

"Joon, I know this is for you but I'm so horny." You kissed the back of his neck, "Do you mind if I get myself off on you?" 

"Fuck baby girl, rub your pussy wherever you need it." 

Raising yourself, the mirror was in front of you. You could see the reflection of his cock hanging through the milking hole, a small slow dripping string of precum dangling from the tip.   

"If you're comfortable you should lift your head up and watch, there's a great view." 

As you rubbed yourself over his swell your hands kneaded his back muscles. He stared at you, watching you get off on him. "Fuck you've got pretty tits. I wanna feel them on my back." 

Letting your breasts hang your nipples dragged over his lubed skin. The sensation of the oil and the rubbing was too much, you couldn't help but moan the closer you got to your high. 

"That's it baby, cum all over me, make me all sticky." 

The table was rocking precariously under your enthusiasm and his cock was swinging back and forth through the glory hole.

"Joonie I'm so close." 

He flexed his glutes and with a few more passes your clit was satisfied. 

Collapsing for a second you lay heavy on top of him trying to catch your breath. "Thank you," you mustered. 

"Don't thank me, you did all the work." 

Lifting yourself to get off of him, sticky cum threads pulled between you. "That's so hot." He sat to turn himself and couldn't resist running his finger through it and sticking it in his mouth. 

"Let's do you now, are you ready for your turn?" 

He was in a daze, with a half smile and popped dimple, he could only nod. 

Grabbing some pillows off the bed you made your way under the table. Something about his penis just hanging there waiting, made it seem so much more suckable. 

"So gorgeous Joon." You licked his tip, teasing it as another ooze of precum dripped in anticipation. "I'm going to milk every drop out of you Daddy."

His moan of approval was loud. 

"Do you like that? Do you want more?" 

"Suck me please I want it so bad." He begged as you continued to play with the the tip, squirming under the torturous build up. "Take it all like you did last time.” 

"Do you think about that? Think about me sucking and fucking you in the practice room?" 

"Every day since." His breathing was heavy. 

"Do you get off  thinking about my cunt wrapped around your cock?" 

You gave him a big deep suck, you could picture his face scrunched up in pleasure and it made you want to cum again. 

"I can't stop. Whenever you bend down I can see your pretty tits in your low cut shirt. Such a bad girl never wearing a bra. I've rubbed myself raw just thinking about you."

"I put on that show just for you. When I catch you looking, I always think about your mouth on me." 

You rewarded his new inhibition with positive reinforcement. Ringing your hand around his base tightly you took him into your throat. 

"Next time you need to get off I want you to tell me. Promise you’ll use me instead of your hand, that you'll fuck my cunt open and fill me with your cum." 

He was making so much noise if anyone was walking buy they'd probably think he was recording. 

"Tell me, tell me you promise."

You were whiny, feeling the need to cum again your pussy was pulsing. Something about bringing Joon, who was so reluctant, to the point of surrender was the ultimate turn on. 

"Yeah, I promise...I promise...Fuck I'm close." 

Removing your mouth you slid your hand up and down his shaft pumping a few times before letting go. Sitting for a minute, not touching him, He was distanced from his impending orgasm. 

Legs swung over the table, he reached for your hand pulling you up and onto your feet. “You should be careful what you beg for, it might be more than you can handle.” 

He walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed. "No more fucking around."

You grinned, achievement unlocked. 

Kneeling in front of you he picked up your knees until they were bent and pushed them wide open. Staring down at your pink heat he slid two fingers inside of you. Moaning as he curled them you were left disappointed when he pulled them back out. 

"Look how excited you are." 

He held them up and showed you the sticky display before rubbing the wetness all over this cock. Pumping twice to make sure he was coated his dick hung waiting in limbo until he plunged himself inside you. The loud moan that followed was from the pure satisfaction of being stretched so completely by his girth. 

His thrusts were slow and deep, bottoming out, holding and then dragging back out against your clenching walls. "Your little pussy likes that huh?" He rammed back in. "Next time you pass me in the hallway this is what I want you to think about." 

"Fuck, Namjoon you're so fucking good. Why are you so god damn reserved? We could have been doing this for months."

He lowered himself, his body heavy on yours, his fingers gripping your hair. The slight pain with the immense pleasure shot white lightning through you. He pumped harder as you clenched and came all over his cock until he too found his release shooting his hot cum deep inside you. 

Forehead to forehead he kissed your lips. 

"Happy ending indeed." 

Part 3: Hobi - Lap dance

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[lunarflux]

han jisung x reader / femme o/c

genre — fluff

cafe!au pt 2

suggested background music: x

9:59pm

Like clockwork, Jisung switched off the lights to The Rose Room. The quaint little cafe he owned with a friend seemed to have the most solemn atmosphere just before closing, and tonight was no exception. The red glow from the streetlights danced along the freshly polished floor like a night light. It was time to lock up and head home.

Jisung polished off the last of his coffee, forever regretting how much caffeine he continuously consumed just before he had to sleep. All the part-timers had gone home for the night, and the only company left in his coffee house was the sound of flickering lights and a symphony of car horns from down the road.

10:05pm

Jisung had his key in the door, but in his head, he was counting down.

Ten seconds.

With a deep breath, he heard the gears click together, and right on time, there she was.

Hyacinth & Holly - that was the name of the flower shop across the way. Jisung had his routine locked down that by the time the doors had shut, you were about to walk out.

Always carrying a fresh bouquet of blue hydrangeas, there you were. Locking up your own little kingdom of hues and aromas, you turned and gave him a small wave.

This was the routine that Jisung always looked forward to at the end of the day - seeing you even if for a moment. You both always walked in opposite directions, but that simple five seconds of eye contact were enough to make him forget his fatigue.

One day, he'll talk to you.

One day.

But this is not that day.

Jisung turned his heel, knowing you'd easily turn yours away from him. The walk back to his apartment was always quiet, but lately, it was even more solemn.

Hyunjin, your last-minute roommate had moved out last week to live with his girlfriend. It was just one less person he interacted with during the day, and it was only then that he realized, he didn't really talk to that many people.

In his head, he would imagine you walking through the doors of the Rose Room.

Strawberry latte? Iced rose tea? - He would guess your favorite drinks in the hopes that one day, you'd walk in, and he could surprise you.

Hyunjin used to tease him.

"Just go over there on your break. You're never gonna know her name unless you just talk to her."

Jisung scoffed at the thought of that conversation, remembering how it took over a month for Hyunjin to confess his own feelings. Then again, the flower shop opened up a few months ago, and still he hasn't spoken to you.

One day.

**

Jisung walked into the Rose Room at 2:00pm.

An unfamiliar vase with two massive sunflowers sat on the bar top.

"What's this?" He picked up one of the yellow stalks and prodded it with a small smile on his face.

Jeongin continued to work on his Americano. "The girl from the shop across the street dropped it off this morning. She said someone canceled their order, and she'd already clipped the stems so it'd be a waste not to put them out."

Jisung felt the lump in his throat expand. She had been in here.

"I was gonna bring her a drink to say thanks, but I didn't ask what she liked." Jeongin slipped off his apron. "I figured an Americano would be okay -"

"I'll do it." Jisung interrupted. "But give that to the next customer, I'll make something."

**

Carrying a small plastic lunch bag, Jisung steadied himself. The strawberries in the sandwich he made had to stay pristine. Paired with the rose tea, he made his way over to the storefront, ready to be either rejected or welcomed.

"Hello!" A part-timer greeted, the name 'Yeji' scribbled on her name tag. "Can I help you?"

"Um -" The familiar lump in his throat was back. "Th-The girl who brought the sunflowers. Is she here?"

Yeji tilted her head, looking over to the sunflowers behind Jisung, not realizing the amount had been altered. "That might have been my boss? But she isn't here."

"Oh." Jisung was almost relieved.

"Is that for her?" Yeji motioned towards the lunch bag.

"No - I mean, yes, but -"

"She'll be back later. She only came in to help prepare an order, but she closes usually." Yeji said with a smile. "Do you want me to leave that in the back -"

"No!" Jisung nearly screamed. "I mean, no, no, I'll come back. If... that's okay?"

The surprised girl nodded quietly.

**

9:48pm

The strawberries in the sandwich got soggy and the rose tea watered down. Jisung slumped his head over the counter, still cringing from today's interaction with the girl who very well knows his crush and could easily ruin his chances.

Why am I so awkward?

Taking a deep breath, he leaned forward, peering out into the street. He didn't know if you were there. He didn't even know if he could muster up the same courage to go back.

Jisung reached for the door, tempted to just run over if only to catch you before you closed up, but before he could, you emerged.

Holding his breath, he watched as you walked outside - but not alone.

You were with someone. A guy. He patted your head, and you smiled back.

Jisung's grip on the door handle pushed the blood from his knuckles. It was too good to be true. He waited too long.

And just like that, he felt his heart drop into his stomach. He didn't even know you, yet he already felt that familiar pang of sadness and disappointment. It wasn't as if he was craving a relationship, and perhaps, he had built you up too much in his head. He didn't know your name or your favorite color. He didn't know the music you liked to listen to on your way to work or the sound of your laugh. He really didn't know anything, and seeing this solidified that thought.

You were a stranger after all.

**

Hyunjin and his girlfriend, the day manager left together today, but not before trying to talk Jisung out of his mood.

"You know that might not be her boyfriend," she shook her head. "Don't jump to conclusions."

"What other guy would meet up with her that late at night?" Hyunjin rolled his eyes. "If you were the closing manager, you know I'd show up to walk you home."

Jisung cringed, seeing the couple exchange loving glances.

"We're just saying not to give up. You can't wait forever."

They weren't wrong. It seemed better to try now and get rejected than to wait and wonder.

**

9:59pm

It seemed automatic now. The counting. Only now, he didn't really know what he was counting down to.

Jisung heaved a heavy sigh as he inserted his key.

9

8

7

"Are you closed?"

5

Wait.

Jisung nearly stumbled down from the small ledge of the door.

There you were. Apron and purse in one hand a fresh bouquet of blue hydrangeas in the other.

"Yeah, we closed -" He cleared his throat. "We closed - I mean, we close at 9:30."

"Oh." You almost looked upset. "I'm sorry, I'm just so used to seeing you leave after ten, so I wasn't sure. I always wake up too late to come here before my shift, and you guys are always so busy.

Jisung put his key back in the lock without thinking. Opening the door, he held his breath.

"I can make you something."

**

You swung your legs under the seat. Jisung quietly steeped the same kind of rose tea he wanted to give to you before. Glancing over, he could see one of the last strawberry sandwiches of the day as if it had been waiting for him to reenter.

"Do you always work late?"

He heard your small voice over the counter. Walking up, you joined him so that the only thing between you was marble. Jisung nodded, setting the glass of tea and sandwich in front of you.

"Yeji told me you stopped by yesterday. I'm sorry, I missed you."

"It's fine." He could feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck. "I would have brought it later, but your boyfriend was there."

"Ex."

"Ex?"

"Ex." You smiled, quietly sipping your tea with a blissful sigh he'd never seen before. "Dropping off my spare work key. I'd forgotten it when I moved out last month."

Ex. Her ex boyfriend. Of course.

"Why did you break up?"

Picking at the edges of the sandwich, you shrugged. "You know how it is. Working adults not working the same schedule. I like working the night shifts. I like closing the store. And he hated how many hydrangeas I brought home. Said it made the apartment smell too much."

"I think they're pretty. The blue ones."

As if you'd forgotten the color already, you giggled. "They're my favorite."

"Mine, too." Jisung could feel the air lessen.

"I can bring you some tomorrow if you'd like."

"That'd be nice." He smiled, genuinely for the first time in what seemed like a long time. "If you want, I could -" He caught himself.

You nodded towards him, midway through your sandwich.

Punching his leg, Jisung quietly scolded himself. "If you want... I could walk you to work. I'd like to see you - the flowers, I mean, and everything tomorrow. Y'know. Before it gets dark."

"You'd wake up early for flowers?"

"W-Well, yes, and I need to wake up earlier anyway - I drink too much caffeine at work, and I need to stop sleeping so late, and -"

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'd like that," you beamed.

Jisung almost choked. "I'm sorry, it's just. Well. I don't even know your name."

"y/n." You poked his cheek. "All you had to do was ask."

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Love finds a way - Edmund Pevensie x reader (one shot)

Thought I'd do a one shot for Edmund. I know its not been that long, but I missed writing again. I hope you all enjoy this! ❤️

Warnings :- none

Fluff 💕

Late. That's what I was. Late.

I was running as fast as my legs could take me. My friends and I had planned a picnic since it was finally the weekend. And today of all days, I just HAD to wake up late.

Finally arriving at the park I bent down hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

Looking around I tried to spot my friends.

"Y/N!! OVER HEREEE!!!" I glanced behind me, to see my friends waving me over.

Jogging upto them I gave them a lazy smile.

"Hey y/n!!" Julie chirped, skipping towards me and pulling me into her embrace.

"Wow... well somebody looks like she ran the Olympics," Kyle laughed. "And look those eye bags."

I rolled my eyes taking a seat next to him, "oh why don't you just shut up." At this he poked my side. "Hey don't snap at me! I was just messing around y/nnn!!" he whined flinging his arm over my shoulder. Lips in a pout. I couldn't help but laugh ruffling his hair.

Julie gave me a soft smile, "had a long night?" I nodded my head in response. She scooted next to me leaning her head on my shoulder, "don't overwork yourself sweetie." By now, the two knew me like an open book. So it was easy for them to know how I feel in just seconds.

Kyle nudged me, "yes, it's the weekend! Lighten up girl! We're free from school work and you, from the student council. Now it's just time for you, me and Julie."

He interlocked hands with mine and Julie. I smiled, "thank you.. you always know how to cheer me up." Honestly I couldn't be more thankful.

Julie pinched my cheek scooting in front of us, "so what do you guys want to do??"

I shrugged. "I'm hungry.." I eyed Kyle who was rubbing his stomach.

Julie furrowed her eyebrows, "Seriously? Kyle, we just got here and the first thing you want to do is eat??

"Well, I don't know Jules!! It's called a picnic for a reason you know? You come and you eat. By the way, where is the food?" he raised an eyebrow.

"You don't just come and eat!! The food will be brought out at the right time!" she snapped back.

This was not anything new of course. It was part of our friendship to argue like this. It was obviously all fun and jokes. I smiled to myself, watching my friends bicker. That is, until someone else caught my attention.

To be more precise, him.

And by him I mean Edmund. I had got to know him through Kyle and ended up catching feelings for the boy.

Kyle on the other hand predicted this would happen and was literally celebrating the day I admitted it. But even though I had met him a couple of times, we had never really had a proper conversation apart from the regular 'hi's and byes'.

Well back to the present situation. He was sitting a little further away from our spot, along with his mother and his siblings; clad in a pale blue shirt and brown jeans. Short brown wavy locks blowing lightly in the wind.

He began to laugh at something someone said and oh God was it adorable. I couldn't take my eyes off him, not that this was anything new. I was so busy admiring him, I hadn't even realised that my friends had stopped their bickering trying to grab my attention.

I only snapped back into my senses the second the the boy locked eyes with mine. He gave me a soft smile waving at me and for some reason I looked away at once, feeling the heat rise upto my cheeks. Facepalm.

Y/n you're supposed to wave back.

"Y/N?" Julie placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Huh, yes? I'm sorry I-I umm" I cleared my throat, "I wasn't following.." My gaze instinctively flickering towards his direction and back at my friends.

This of course not going unnoticed by them. Specially Julie, as she was sitting right infront of me.

Following my gaze she looked back at me with a smirk, "oh I see what's going on here."

Oh no.

Kyle glanced between us tilting his head in confusion, "I- I don't think I'm following.."

Julie chuckled shuffling to the side to give Kyle a proper view, not so subtly pointing towards him. Now realising what was going on, the once confused look was replaced with a sly grin.

He eyed me wiggling his eyebrows, "ooh lala.. I didn't know Edmund was here." The two exchanged mischievous looks. I had mentally prepared myself for the teasing already.

"Oh y/n... this is just ridiculous! Would you just stop staring at him like that and just go talk to him for once?" Julie nudged me.

"She's right you know.. you've been crushing on him for ages now. And all you do is stare. Try to make conversation!" I could only look down in embarrassment, blushing wildly. Normally I'd brush it off, but now that he's right there I just can't.

"Y/N! HE'S LOOKING THIS WAY!" Kyle whisper-yelled waving at them.

Almost immediately my eyes shifted back towards him. He was indeed looking this way, my gaze locking with his. This time mustering all the courage in my body I waved back at him, to which he returned a smile.

"Awww," Kyle poked my cheeks. "Our little y/n is in loooooove!!!"

Julie scooted over next to Kyle grabbing his hands, "don't do that Kyle!! He might get the wrong idea and think you both are a thing." He widened his eyes and dramatically pulled away.

"Oh come on you guys.. don't be silly," I mumbled under my breath but loud enough for them to hear.

"What do you mean don't be silly?" Kyle raised his eyebrows. "You can't fool us, we know you're totally whipped for the boy!"

"What? NO! That's ridiculous.. I-I- he doesn't even know me to begin with."

"Yeah you know that won't work anymore since you said it yourself that you like him.." Kyle grinned.

"And not all love stories begin with two people knowing eachother you know?" My face began to heat up at the mention of 'love'. Julie continued. "Also come on, it's so obvious he likes you too."

"Does not.." I sighed.

"OF COURSE HE DOES! Have you noticed the million times the boy tries to make conversation with you and how he looks at you?! Only for you to be a coward and find someway to avoid him. Don't even make me bring back the school talent show incident."

I shuddered just hearing her say it.

>> Flashback <<

The school's annual talent show.

My friends and I were performing a song, and Julie just had to suggest that we wear heels. Me being the person who had never worn heels before, tried my best not to fall face forward. But I suppose luck was just not on my side today.

Kyle had helped me backstage, way before the event even began. Which I found a little wierd, since there was so much time and I could've just stayed in the waiting room. He held my hand all the way so he could keep me from tripping.

The day before the show, I had been ranting about how excited I was to see Edmund, and that's when Kyle had got a little idea at the back of his mind.

That leaves us here; we were backstage. "Thank you Kyle.." he smiled at me. "Anything for my beautiful best friend." I blushed at his words nudging him, "oh shush.."

He smirked at me.

"Umm.. Kyle? W-whats with that look?" he laughed, "I'm supposing someone would be really happy to see you today."

That's when it clicked me. This is why he brought me here this early. Heart beginning to race, I scanned my surroundings immediately and that's when I spotted him.

Oh lord.

Edmund smiled making his way towards us. I gasped and quickly began working on an escape plan. Seeing the back door just on Kyle's opposite, I decided to make a run for it. I was just too shy.

"Hey Kyle, hey Y/N!"

"Oh hey Ed! Y/N was just waiting to see yo-" Kyle trailed off processing the situation, "Y/N NOOO!! COME BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Yep. I made a run for it.

But remember when I said luck wasn't on my side today? Well yes, I managed to trip. I guess I kind of expected this; because how could a person who has never walked in heels before, ever be able to run in them?

I tripped and toppled over into a basket of clothes. Thank god it was big enough, or else who knows what worse things would've happened.

Kyle running upto me and helping me up while Edmund made his way towards us. I could hear the children around me laughing. All I could do was look away in embarrassment. Kicking off my heels I pushed past Kyle before Ed could reach us and rushed out of the hall. Oh that is, before glaring at Kyle.

End of flashback

Julie leaned back to the tree, "I don't see the point of you looking at eachother but not making a move for it." Kyle nodded in agreement, "though Edmund is trying.."

I looked back in his direction. I've got to admit, she does have a point. But I guess this comes with my anxiety. The reason why I cannot resist getting embarrassed and trying to run away. Thinking I'd get flustered, say something dumb and make a fool of myself.

Kyle abruptly stood up, waving at them. "Let's go over to them."

They looked our way waving at us.

Oh no. This is not good.

Peter, the oldest, stood up immediately motioning them to follow him. He began to jog in our direction, Edmund right at his feet.

Feeling like my heart would rip out of my chest I stood up by instinct only to be pulled back by Kyle. Giving me a devilish smirk he whispered into my ear, "oh no y/n.. not this time."

"Hey there!" Peter exclaimed. "We didn't notice you lot here until Edmund told us."

Kyle laughed, "neither did we.. it's great to see you all here." The boys busy engaging in a conversation of their own, I tried to keep my eyes away Edmund.

Lucy and Susan waved at Julie and I, coming over to start up a conversation. While talking I couldn't help but notice Edmund, Peter and Kyle sneaking glances in my direction. I was fighting to hold back the blush rising upto my cheeks. Deciding to brush it off, I listened to what the girls had to say.

"It's so great to see you after so long y/n!" Lucy gave me a hug. Hugging her back I smiled softly, "I'm sorry I couldn't come see you both sooner.. my schedules been so packed lately."

Susan nodded her head, "I heard. The student council has a lot of work going on at the moment." She placed a hand on my shoulder giving me a warm smile, "don't stress yourself y/n.."

Susan and Lu have always been like sisters to me even though I wasn't that close to Peter and Edmund. Hearing Susan's words really made me feel so much better.

A short timeskip (😂) >>>

"Excuse me girls, Y/n.. could I have a word with you?" Kyle interrupted. I nodded my head excusing myself and following him.

"Where are we going Kyle?"

He kept silent eyes focused ahead of him.

"Kyle???" I grabbed onto his arm, "where are you taking meee??" I whined.

"Just follow me.. I have something to tell you," I noticed how he tried to hold back a smile.

Walking further away from our friends we stopped by the water fountain. "Did we have to come this far?" He swiftly turned around to face me at once giving me a sharp gaze; me jumping back in shock at the action.

"Edmund likes you."

"What?" Did I just hear him say what I think he said? I'm pretty sure I'm just hearing things now. Maybe it's because Edmund was with us.

"Edmund likes you," he repeated emphasising his words. I scanned his face trying to see if he was joking or not.

He had to be messing with me right now. There's no way Edmund would like me.

I faked a laugh at him rolling my eyes, "haha very funny.."

"Y/n I'm not joking okay? He told me.. he really did," Kyle looked at me with a straight face. It looked rather believable but what if he was just joking?

Okay I can't take this anymore. At this point, he's messing with my feelings.

"Listen, Kyle.. I'm not buying this okay? If this is your way in pulling a prank on me. I'm not listening." Not wanting to hear anymore of this I turned around, getting ready to leave. But a strong grip on my wrist held me from leaving.

"Kyle no..." I trailed off, turning around to face him I widened my eyes in shock.

Now in Kyle's place stood Edmund.

I jumped backwards letting out a little yelp, "Edmund I-I." Looking around me I saw that Kyle had made his way away from us; pulling a thumbs up at me. I did not expect this.

"Y/N?" feeling my face heat up, I reluctantly shifted my gaze to Edmund. My eyes connecting with those chocolate brown eyes. My throat suddenly went dry.

The situation I was in, made my heart pound against my chest so hard. My crush was standing infront of me and what made me even more flustered? He was holding my hand. And boy were his hands soft.

It took everything in me not to go intertwining our hands together.

"Y-yeah?"

"Y/N, is it true?"

I gulped, "sorry I-I don't think I'm following?" Of course I knew what he was talking about.

"That you like me?" the expression on his face unreadable. I couldn't tell if he was going to be mad at me or happy. He looked at me with his piercing gaze, clearly waiting for an answer.

I can't lie to him.

I don't want to lie to him. I want him to know how I feel. But at the same time, I was scared that maybe Kyle was joking and this was all a prank. And I don't want to lose what Edmund and I have right now.

But my feelings decided to take over.

"I-I... please don't be mad at me. Umm.. yes it's true," I looked down at my hands, not wanting to meet his eyes. Nothing. No response. I knew it, it was too good to be true. All I wanted to do right now was go home and lock myself in my room. I wanted to cry so bad.

"I'm sorry. I-I have to go.." voice cracking. Once again, turning on my heels I walked away from him.

I expected him to hold me back. But no. My vision became blurry with the tears threatening to fall. I knew it. He didn't feel the same.

Just when my tears began streaming down uncontrollably, I bumped into something.

Oh great. Now you have to embarrass yourself infront of him too. I stumbled back losing my balance, bracing for the impact of the hard ground.

Only, I didn't feel anything. No pain.

I slowly opened my eyes, locking eyes with none other than Edmund. I gasped. Apparently, the something I had bumped into, was him. He had managed to wrap his arms around my waist, holding me steady.

Slowly helping me up he averted his gaze scratching the nape of his neck.

"Thank you.." I mumbled looking at my feet.

Suddenly I felt his large hands cup my cheeks, wiping my tears away.

"Y/n.." he whispered.

I looked back at him, his gaze so soft.

"Edmund I'm so sorry.."

"No no shh.. don't be sorry, what do you have to be sorry about?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but he gently placed his index finger on my lips. I felt like my heart would explode at this point.

"Y/n, I'm sorry I let you walk away like that. I just.. I couldn't believe it. That you actually like me."

I tilted my head in confusion.

He chuckled softly, "Y/N I like you too. Heck with it, I think I just might be in love with you."

Okay now I'm sure I was hearing things.

"R-really?" pinching myself just to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I whinced.

He chuckled. Nodding his head smiling softly, "I always have. Since the day Kyle introduced us. I felt so comfortable around you. I.." he took a deep breath, "I kept my feelings to myself because I thought you didn't feel the same. I was afraid of the rejection."

"Why would you think I'd reject you? "

He laughed, "well.. everytime I'd try to talk to you, you would run away."

At that, Julie came into my head. She had told me exactly that. I felt a pang of guilt. That was on me.

"I'm sorry.. I really like you too Ed. I was just so scared you know?"

Now it was his turn to look at me in confusion, "scared of what?"

I sighed, "I wanted to make a first good impression, I thought I'd make a fool of myself infront of you.."

He hummed, "well forget that now. You don't need to worry about making a good first impression on me anymore. Because I think you're just amazing." I felt my cheeks heat up once again.

"Y/N?"

"Yes Ed?"

"Since the feelings are mutual, would you do me the honour and let me court you?" I smiled nodding my head. My heart was fluttering with joy.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him and into his embrace, "finally.. I can do this and call you mine. I love you y/n."

Wrapping my arms around him I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck, "I love you too Ed."

Pulling away I giggled. I was so happy. The moment I had been dreaming of for so long, finally came true.

Gazing into each others eyes we burst into giggles. "You don't know how happy I am right now," Edmund mumbled, leaning his forehead against mine.

"Oh would you both cut with the cute talk and kiss already?!" Peter yelled suddenly. We were so caught up in the moment we hadn't even noticed our little audience.

Lucy was squealing in joy while the others were giving us knowing looks. Like they knew this was going to happen all along. Which they actually did. Kyle winking at me, I really have to thank the guy I thought.

I turned back to face Edmund, who had his eyes on me already.

He cleared his throat, "c-can I?" He looked so flustered. Giggling I stood on my toes pecking his lips. When I pulled away I couldn't resist the urge to laugh.

His lips parted, eyes wide and pupils dilated. And the next minute he leaned down locking our lips together once again the two of us smiling into the kiss.

Well what do you know? Love finds a way..

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You should be carefull or I'm gonna prompt you to death ! Let's do 186 No strings attached. & 70 This is why I fell in love with you for Javier ? Love ♥

I’m always deep in my Javi feels. Especially some soft Javi. This calls for the softest of sighs.

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It was a late Friday night. Another one. It seemed liked the millionth one in a row. It was just you and Javier left in the small office, trying to finish up before you could head home and relax for a few days. As long as nothing crazy happened of course. Steve had been gone long, using Connie as an excuse for his absence. You’d both grumbled and sighed at him, but didn’t blame him; if you had a partner you’d have used it as an excuse to leave early as often as you could.

But alas, that was not case, so you and Javier, the perpetual bachelor and bachelorette of the office remained to do finish off the weekly tasks. You finished the last bit of your weak, instant coffee with a sigh. It had gone cold hours ago. Javier was hidden behind a plume of smoke as he worked his way through yet another pack of cigarettes. He groaned as he tossed a stack of papers down, looking thoroughly done and worse for the wear. He ran a hand over his tired face as you raised an eyebrow him.

“Oh? Is that so?” you teased as you signed off on another document you had been preparing. Javier rolled his eyes at before standing up and stretching, his stiff limbs cracking with relief. You could feel his gaze shift to you as he seemed to be contemplating...something.

“Want to get the fuck out of here and get a drink?” while his proposition was tempting, and you really did want to throw down a cold beer, you decided it probably wasn’t a good idea. The last time you’d agreed to go for a drink with him it had turned into...a lot more than just a drink. You’d found yourself waking up on the other side of his bed, tired, hungover, thoroughly annoyed with yourself, and sore. You’d left his apartment without so much as a word while he snoozed away.

Neither of you mentioned it again.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea Javi,” you gave him a small smile before turning your attention back to your paperwork. You could feel his dark eyes studying you intently, trying to pry inside your brain. You gnawed on your bottom lip as you wished he would just drop the issue.

“Come on,” he strode over to your desk, standing directly in front of you, willing you to look up and meet his eyes. When you didn’t, he reached over and gently put his hand on top of your paperwork, “what’s wrong, hermosa? I feel like you’ve been...different.”

“Javier,” you leaned in your seat with a long sigh as you finally looked up at him. His expression was hard to read, a mixture of curiosity and...upset? You set your pen down slowly, trying to pick your words carefully, “the last time we went and got a drink it turned into a lot more than just a drink. I don’t...want a repeat. It’s nothing personal, Javi, you know that.”

“Sounds pretty personal to me,” he scoffed as he leaned against your desk and you shook your head, “what? You don’t trust me?”

“I didn’t say that,” you threw your hands up in exasperation, “I never said that. I trust you with my life.”

But I don’t trust my heart.

“Then what is it?” you should have known better than to ever think that he would let something go so easily. This was Javier after all.

“I don’t know if I trust myself,” you admitted, knowing that you had a tendency to become overly emotional and flirtatious as alcohol flowed through your veins. It didn’t help that you happened to harbor a lot of repressed feelings for your partner and friend, “and I don’t want to....”

“Don’t want to what?” fall even harder when you don’t love me back.

“I don’t want to fuck anything up,” you finally sighed...it was only a partial lie, “what we have, it’s good. We’re great partners, we’re good friends....we can leave it at that.”

I don’t want to break my heart.

“We’re both adults, you are aware of that, right?” he asked as it was your turn to roll your eyes at him, “that means we can do whatever the fuck we want.”

“You think I don’t know that?” your voice climbed an octave as you felt yourself getting more and more and annoyed with him. You loved him, you really did, but sometimes he just didn’t know when to leave things alone, “just let it go, Javi.”

“Fine,” he agreed reluctantly, holding up his hands in defeat, waving the proverbial white flag. You could tell from the annoyed expression on his face that he was far from done, that he really wanted to pursue the conversation further, “but just so you know, there don’t have to be strings attached.”

But what if you wanted the strings?

“Good night, Javi,” you grabbed your purse and stuffed a few things into to take home for the weekend, “I hope you have a good weekend.”

“Yeah,” he said as you walked out of the office, the only sound in the room remaining was the clicking of your heels on the tile floor. He watched you go and hung his head, letting out a long sigh as he down on the edge of your desk. Grabbing your pen, he twirled it his fingers as he replayed the conversation you’d just had. How was he supposed to convey to you just how much you meant to him, when you seemed to be so off put by him.

He hadn’t meant for things to go as far as they had when you’d last gone out for a drink. But one thing had led to another, one drink had led to a second, a second to a third, a third to a fourth, and a fourth to the two of you in his bed. It wasn’t the best thing that had happened, clearly both of you weren’t able to make clear judgments, but it didn’t mean that he regretted it. He hadn’t. Not by a long shot.

But it had broken his damn heart when you had rushed away the next morning, while you thought he was asleep. He hadn’t been; he’d been watching you gently sleep for close to an hour, the steady rise and fall of your chest as the sunlight streamed in behind you, giving you an angelic glow. He panicked when you had stirred, and his heart felt like it snapped in two when you hastily grabbed your clothes and left.

He had wanted to approach you and ask you about everything the following Monday at work, but you’d pointedly avoided him. While it made his heart drop deep into his stomach, he wanted to respect your boundaries, to give you time. It had been a struggle enough not to come to your apartment and knock on your door throughout the weekend. But he figured you needed time and space. But just how much time were you going to need?

But that had been weeks and weeks ago. And he missed you.

Missed how close you used to be. How you’d always have lunch together. How’d you spend time on the weekends together. How you’d drag him on hikes he didn’t want to, but he’d agree to go just to spend with you. How he’d tell you all these silly jokes he would make up on the spot just to hear your laugh. How he’d make all these faces at you while you were on calls just to see your smile. How you’d come to him for everything. How you’d share yourself with him fully and completely. He just...missed you.

Dropping your pen back onto your desk, he decided it was time to leave and head home. His productivity was done for the day. He considered going out for a drink by himself, even thinking about maybe taking a visit to his formerly favorite brothel, which he hadn’t been to in ages. Not since he realized what his feelings for you meant. But no. It just never hit the same anymore. He couldn’t even muster up the will to do it for information anymore. It was you, always you, that his thoughts drifted back to.

So he grabbed his things and turned the lights of, heading back to his apartment, by himself, without a drink. Another night of cold pizza and bad telenovelas it was.

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Javier was halfway through his third slice of pizza when he decided he couldn't take it anymore. He tossed the half eaten piece back onto his plate, and turned off the television. He stood up and rubbed his tired eyes, pacing around the living room for a few minutes, almost as if making up his mind about what to do.

"Fuck it," he said quietly to himself before flinging his door open and almost running down the hall to your apartment. You were so close, so physically close to him, but you seemed like a million miles away. Once he reached your door, he held up his hand and paused for a moment, listening to see if you were even home. He stuck his hear near the door and dead stopped dead in his tracks when he heard what were distinctive sniffles coming from inside.

Knocking gently against the door, he was practically bouncing on his heels as he waited for you to answer the door. It was a few moments of tense silence before he heard you shuffling to the door, slowly opening it as you realized it was him. Wiping at your red, puffy eyes you tried to plaster on a fake smile. But you weren't fooling anyone, especially not Javier.

"J-Javi," you tried to keep your voice from breaking as you pointedly avoided looking in his eyes, "what are you doing here?"

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?" he ignored your question and struggled to fight off the desperate urge to grab your face and kiss then and there. To kiss away all your pain and sorrows. To kiss until you were better. To kiss until you knew how much he loved you.

"I haven't been crying," a terrible lie. Horrible really.

"Hermosa," Javi put a few fingers under your chin and tilted your face up so you could no longer look away, "what's wrong? Please...tell me what's happened."

You remained silent for a few long moments, biting the inside of your cheek as he expectantly waited for an answer. You put your hand on his wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze, "you. It's you."

"Me?" he repeated with a shocked expression on his face as you just nodded, "I-I didn't mean to upset you earlier...I'm sorry..."

"No, you didn't..." you trailed off and met his eyes. They were filled with concern and confusion as he tried to figure out what to do, "it's just...Javi....I'm in love with you."

I'm in love with you.

The words crashed his ears like the harsh waves of high tide as he tried to process them. But if you loved him...why were you crying?

"But...you're upset," he pointed out.

"Because I fucked everything up," you said as a few tears rolled down your cheek. Javi fervently shook his head as he wiped them away, letting his hand linger on your cheek, "I kept pushing you away, I panicked, I-I-I just left after that night...I've been a mess. I just...I had no clue what to do.”

Javier wished he could tell you how much you didn't fuck up, how much he loved, how much you meant to him. He didn't even know if he could properly convey to you with words everything he was feeling.

So he didn't. So he didn't hold back and put both hands on your face and he kissed you. He kissed you like he'd never kissed anyone else. He kissed you like his life depended on it.

And you didn't want him to stop. Not now, not ever. So you held on for as long as you could. You held on until you couldn't breath, feeling intoxicated from both his kisses and lack of oxygen.

"I am so in love with you," he whispered softly, his kiss swollen lips brushing against yours, "I have been for so long."

"Really?" your voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but he heard you loud and clear. He nodded as a small smile crossed his features, "you didn't...I never would have thought..."

"How was I supposed to tell you?" he asked softly, "when I am just me, and here you are..."

You grabbed his hands and pulled himself in your apartment, shutting the door and locking it, "I..."

He cut you off by kissing you again, a strong sense of urgency behind every touch, every movement as he held onto you for dear life.

"Do you want me to tell you every reason why I love you?" he asked gently, as you nodded at him, partly serious, partly joking. He laughed, a warm, rich timbre and you relaxed in his arms, "we will be here all night...and then some."

"I've got no plans," you joked and he made a small sound of contemplation. He quickly scooped you up in his arms and walked into the kitchen, setting you down on the counter.

"This is why I fell in love with you," he whispered against your lips, "that smile."

He kissed your lips.

"That fiery personality."

Kiss.

"That beautiful laugh."

Kiss.

"Those eyes."

Kiss.

"That stubborn streak."

Kiss.

"Your fearlessness."

Kiss.

"Your-"

"Javi," you interrupted him, shushing him with a finger to his lips. He kissed your finger too, naturally, "what about all the reasons I fell in love with you?"

"I've got a few minutes," he joked, "I can't imagine it would take very long."

"On the contrary," you insisted, "it could take me hours and hours and even days."

"Is that so?"

"Mhmm," you promised, "let's see...firstly, there's that smile."

And so you kissed him.

"That silly mustache that would like ridiculous on anyone else."

Kiss.

"That voice."

Kiss.

"The dedication to your work."

Kiss.

"This beautiful nose."

Kiss.

"Those dumb little jokes I know you just make up."

Kiss.

"Hermosa," he rested his forehead against yours, such a small but intimate gesture, "I..."

"I know," you finished for him, pressing a kiss to his nose, "I know, Javi."

He silently wrapped his arms around you and hugged, holding you tightly against him. And you stayed like that for a long time, silent, not moving, but...in perfect sync, two hearts as one.

"I should go," he whispered reluctantly, "it's getting late."

"No," you insisted firmly, giving him a hopeful little smile, "stay. Stay with me."

"Are you sure?"

You'd never been more sure of anything else in your life.

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Okay," you slid off the counter, landing right in front of him before standing on your toes to give him one last kiss, "okay."

"Yeah," he agreed, and you swore you'd never seen a smile as beautiful, "it’s...it’s rotten work you know....”

You instantly knew what he was referring to.

“Not to me,” you whispered gently, just loud enough for him to hear, “not if it’s you.”

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I wake up to the smell of coffee drifting in under the bedroom door, and I stretch, seeing Nikki on his side of the bed, snoring softly.

Pulling the covers off of myself, I get up and throw on my robe to cover my naked body and step into the kitchen to see Karen at the counter.

Karen was Doc's best solution he could muster up to try to keep Nikki straight off drugs.

After calling Doc and Bob Timmons that night Nikki shot out our ceiling, Doc asked Karen, who worked at the Mötley office, to move in.

Hats off to her because she didn't argue, and Nikki did calm down a little when she was there because he was convinced she was a spy for Doc and was telling him what Nikki was doing at all times.

Nikki didnt want to hear shit from Doc, so he tried to hide his drug use from Karen when she was home.

"Good morning." She greets me, patiently waiting for the coffee to get done. "Sorry if I woke you up."

"No, no, it's fine, I needed to get up anyway, uh...what time is it?" I ask her, rubbing my eyes.

"About 9:00." She replies.

"Okay, I'm gonna wake him up and get ready and that reporter should be here around--"

I'm cut off by the doorbell and I look at her.

"You go wake him up, get him showered, I'll stall." She assures me, shooing me with her hand as she steps to open the door."

I rush to our bedroom and shut and lock the door, walking over to wake Nikki up.

"Babe, c'mon."  I nudge at him several times until he's groaning a little. "Nikki, wake up."

"Just climb on and get off when you're finished. I'm sure it'll still get up without me being awake." He mumbles tiredly, about to drift back off before I'm hitting his arm sternly.

"Nikki, you need to wake up. That reporter came early. We need to get dressed."

"Jesus." He lets out, frustrated, and I rub my lips together. His hazel eyes open to look at me and he smirks. "You're actually talking to me today?"

I've been ignoring him for nearly a week now ever since he broke our ceiling and embarrassed me in front of our friends.

"I'm getting into character so he doesn't write that I'm not talking to you in the article. Doc said to be as lovey as possible." I add. "So hurry up."

I walk to our bathroom and start the shower, quickly discarding my clothes and climbing in as he trudges into the bathroom.

By the time I'm rinsing shampoo from my hair, he's getting in, his eyes wandering up and down my naked body that currently has soapy water running down it.

"Don't get any ideas, Sixx, I'm still mad at you."

"What kind of man do you think I am?" He puts a hand over his heart as if he's hurt and I roll my eyes, finishing rinsing my hair.

"Move." I say so I can put conditioner in my hair and he grins, about to switch places with me, and his hands hold at my body as we trade spots and I glare at him.

"What? I was helping you move." He innocently states, the slightest hint of a smirk on his lips, and I cut my eyes at him.

He just wets his hair as I get the tangles out of mine with conditioner and we change once more.

By the time he's rinsing his hair again and I'm lathering up in body wash, I feel his finger trace down my spine.

"Nikki." I say in warning and I hear his faint chuckling.

"Sorry." He mumbles, taking his fingers off of me.

When I'm done, about to tell him I need to get under the water, his hands are sliding up my sides and he's getting closer to me, pulling me against him, taking my ear between his teeth in a nip.

"Nikki, we don't have time for this." I let out in a soft giggle.

"So?" He asks, pressing a kiss to my neck, his hands moving up to hold at my chest, rolling his thumbs over my nipples, causing me to take a sharp breath and push my ass against him.

He lets out a soft moan, and I turn to face him, our lips, teeth and tongues meeting in a rough, passionate, kiss, as my body is pulled against his.

"Are you still mad at me?" He says, running his thumb across my bottom lip, looking like he's confident that I'm not still upset with him.

"Get finished, we have stuff to do." I tell him, giving him one last kiss before sliding past him to rinse off.

"Change it to cold water before you leave." He grumbles and I smile to myself, changing the temperature of the water before getting out of the shower.

Once I get my hair towel dried and finish getting ready, I'm cautiously stepping into the hallway, walking where I hear Karen and the reporter talking at the dinner table. 

"Yeah, they..." Karen trails off, seeing me. "...Oh, here she is." She states.

He turns around to face me and I rub my lips together, extending my hand to him.

"Len Donoghue." He tells me, shaking my hand.

"Vivian Sixx." I reply, politely. "Um, Nikki's getting some clothes on now, he'll be here in a minute."

"Oh, starting Valentine's Day off right, huh?" He chuckles and I feel my face go red with embarrassment as Karen attempts to curve the conversation.

"You were saying earlier you attend night classes? What degree are you pursuing?" She asks him and I take the opportunity to step to the kitchen and grab a cup of coffee.

Nikki's already there, seeming to be stalling as he takes his time examining the array of coffee cups in our cupboard.

"You don't drink coffee, baby." I remind him and he glances at me before handing me a cup.

"I was supposed to wake up this morning to a blow job. Not a fucking hotshot know-it-all scribe jotting down every last syllable of shit I say only to fabricate and cut it up before printing it in a way that makes me look bad." He mumbles and I give him a soft smile, my fingers running through the ends of his hair.

"It will be okay, Nikki. Just smile and it'll be over before you know it." I encourage him.

He sighs out, kissing me briefly before I pour my coffee and we step to the dinner table, where Len is lighting up at the site of Nikki.

"Hey, man, Nikki." Nikki introduces himself, shaking Len's hand.

"Len Donoghue, it's a pleasure." He smiles enthusiastically at him and Nikki nods before motioning to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna cook some breakfast if you wanna start your interrogation in the kitchen." Nikki says in a joking tone, but in know he means "interrogation" literally.

"Sure." Len nods, the three of us stepping to the kitchen as Karen gets up and heads to her bedroom to hangout until we're done.

I hoist myself onto the counter, watching as Nikki pulls the eggs from the fridge and I tense up as I multiple paper bags on the shelves before he closes the fridge.

I hope Len didn't notice.

"You've even got that particular detailing in here." Len comments, looking up at the mirrored ceiling.

"Yeah, I read somewhere mirror creates the illusion of a more open room." Nikki tells him, grabbing a bowl to crack the eggs into.

"That's why the place is covered in mirror?"

"Yeah, why else would it be?" He pretends to play dumb, and Len glances at me before shaking his head a little. "No reason."

"When did you move into this place?" He asks us and Nikki starts cracking the eggs.

"Uhh...like..." He looks at me. "...Over a year ago? Year and a half?"

I just nod and he confirms it.

"Yeah, over a year ago."

"Who's idea was it to live out here?" He asks next and Nikki nods towards me.

"She liked the house and I got it once we had the money." He explains.

"That makes me sound like a gold digger." I say.

"Okay, we drove by one day and she said it was a nice house and I went behind her back and got it and surprised her with it once I had the money." He corrects and Len smiles.

"Is he always nice like that?" He asks me.

"Despite how he seems publicly, he's a nice guy." I tell him and Nikki shushes me as if I can't tell his secret, making me chuckle as he grins, pouring the eggs into the heated pan.

"There's a lot of mystery around you two, is that something that's good to you or backfires sometimes?"

"It's good." Nikki states. "It's really nobody's business unless we do stuff like this," he motions to Len, "And let people in on it."

"We don't necessarily understand what the big deal is about, honestly. There's plenty of people dating or married to someone who isn't quite like them. The fact we're in the public eye doesn't make it any more interesting, honestly." I add.

"Yeah, people would be disappointed if they saw how our relationship works just like everyone else's." Nikki puts in next.

"I think you two being together really invokes certain conversations because one of you is a by the book Christian, and the other has been accused of Satanism in the past." Len suggests with a small chuckle. "So you're pretty opposite of each other in that sense but you still manage to get along well enough to feel the need to marry one another."

"We're opposite of each other in every sense, almost." Nikki tells him, finishing on the eggs.

"Really?"

"She's more reserved, conservative, quiet, innocent, sober, religious, organized..." Nikki names off a few things. "...and there's me."

"I wanna touch on that, really, because 'sober' is not something associated with rockstars or really this industry much at all, really, with so much money and access to excess and so on, have you really never had a drink of alcohol or was that an exaggeration? I mean, really, your friends, husband, piers are doing God knows what and you've never at least been curious enough to try something out?" He asks me and I shake my head.

"No. And that's not something I ride through the streets and shout out or project at a party or use to talk down on other people with. I choose not to do that because it doesn't interest me, it interests some people, some people enjoy it, but I've never really been drawn to any of it. And especially the really hard stuff, I've never felt the need or allure to that because I've seen what it does to people. But I don't turn my nose up at people who want a beer after work or have some cocktails with their girl friends on a night out. I don't even think I'm any better than the addicts that claw their eyes out while they're on dope. That's their business." I tell him, and Nikki clears his throat, putting the eggs into a bowl to be scooped out by who ever that wants them as he pulls the package of bacon from the fridge next.

"So you're the trusted D.D. when it's a night out?" Len asks me and I nod.

"Oh, yeah." I nod.

"Back to the 'opposites' topic, how did someone like you, get together with someone like her?" He questions Nikki again and Nikki let's out a breath, smirking.

"The clean version." I warn Nikki and he laughs.

"Oh, c'mon, Viv." He nudges me and I raise my brows. "Okay, fine, we met at a club on the strip, Tommy introduced us, and he had told me she was coming down there to see us and that she was a dancer and her mom was super strict, and just telling me and Mick some things about her because he and Vince had grown up with her, but we'd never met her. So she comes down there, and she's dressed like a fucking--I don't even know, nothing like what I was use to seeing on the Strip. And we just couldn't stand each other, honestly. We would aggravate the piss outta each other, I'd harrass her and purposely do and say stuff that I knew would gross her out and she would pick at me and deliberately say shit to get under my skin and piss me off. I called her 'Saint Viv' and 'Virgin Viv' and she'd call me 'Devil Spawn' and we just really got on each other's nerves, man."

"What changed that?" He asks and I wait to see how Nikki's going to say "I screwed her into my ratty mattress" in a PG way.

"There was this one night, I don't even know what happened, but I just realized I was really, really into her, and I guess she realized the same because we've been together ever since." He tells him.

"So, it's worth all the criticism about you not being the real deal because you've 'settled down'?"

"I'm not an idiot, I know people dont talk shit because I've 'settled down', they talk shit about who I've 'settled down' with. And if being with someone who's got my back, and strives to push me be the best in can be, and supports me and helps me up when I need it, then I will loud and proud shout from the hills that I've 'settled down.' I write music based off what inspires me, some of Mötley's best songs have been inspired by the very girl I'm criticized for being with because they either think she's boring or isn't bad enough for me or whatever bullshit they drum up. But I don't need someone who's bad through and through, that would be a disaster. She's bad wear it counts." He informs him and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Nikki!" I scold.

"I'm just saying." He shrugs. "And I'd hate being with someone who's exactly like me because then I wouldn't be learning new things, or having engaging conversation that challenges my views, or see a different perspective, and she wouldn't have that, either. So I think all the street rock posers downing on me for being with a 'goody goody' and the holier-than-thou Tipper Gore carbon copies that give Viv shit for being with a 'satan worshiper' can all kiss our asses and fuck off."

Len nods, looking impressed but not shocked with Nikki's words.

"Wanna add anything to that?" He asks me.

"Ditto." I reply and Nikki smiles at me for a moment.

After Nikki's finished cooking, we're sitting at the table, and get on the topic of music.

"Is there any idea when the new music will be coming out?" He asks Nikki and Nikki nods, taking a sip of his orange juice.

"Sometime this year." He says.

"Is it gonna have a 'Theater of Pain' feel to it or is it gonna hold the same change that, that album did compared to 'Shout at the Devil'?"

"Well, we change our sound because we grow. I don't think it's too far off, I think it's all still rock 'n roll, but the sound differs a little bit with each album because we evolve." He replies.

"Any album in particular that you've made so far that's a favorite or is the best yet to come?"

Nikki gets a happy, proud grin on his face.

"The best is yet to come." He states. "Some really cool stuff is in the works."

"I'm glad to hear that because I actually am a fan of you guys' so that's a good word from you." He tells him.

"Great." Nikki says, his bare foot kicking at mine under the table.

I kick back as Len is oblivious and continues asking questions.

"Are you into their music, too, or are you just along for the ride because you kind of have to be?" He nods to me as Nikki and I are now in a kicking war, despite acting like nothing's happening.

"Yeah, I like their music."

He looks a little taken back by my answer.

"You listen to Mötley Crüe without obligation?"

"Well, yeah." I tell him.

"She looks like a frilly flower girl so you don't expect that, right?" Nikki asks, and I kick him under the table and he kicks me back, again.

"What else do you listen to?" Len asks me.

"A little bit of everything. If it's catchy or has a good groove to it, it doesn't matter the artist, I'll buy it. I listen to ABBA, Chaka Khan, Hank William's Jr, Deep Purple, BeeGees..."

"And everything in between?"

"And everything in between." I chuckle. "I also have Bon Jovi but Nikki's always trying to steal it and get rid of it."

"You don't like Bon Jovi?" Len asks, seemingly insulted and Nikki looks at me with cut eyes and a devious smirk, like he's gonna get even with me, later.

"I like Jon, I've hung out with him several times, he's a cool guy. Vocally, he nails it every time. Lyrically, musically, I can't fucking stand it. It's like being stuck on the tea cups at Disney. You wanna get off before you throw up."

"So, you don't mind ABBA, but Bon Jovi's a no-go?"

"...Basically..." He rubs his eye. "But, I mean, I might tolerate some of it if she put it on and started doing a little strip tease or something. I'd consider it, then."

I glare at him and Len laughs, as Nikki smiles innocently at me.

Once we're done eating, we offer a tour of the house, which Len eagerly accepts.

"Obviously, living room." Nikki motions.

"What happened to the ceiling?" He asks, noticing the empty ceiling space.

"Nikki thought it would be smart to throw a baseball in the house. The whole ceiling suffered." I lie and Len raises his brows.

"I bet that was fun to clean up."

"We wouldn't know, we paid someone to come out here and do it for us." Nikki mumbles. "Alright, awards and achievements." He says next, motioning to his freshly reframed gold and platinum disc awards, and my ballet trophies I've racked up from childhood to the beginning of senior year, that Nikki practically made me put on display when we moved in because he thinks it's something I should be proud of enough to showcase to people.

"Guest bedrooms, and bathroom down here." Nikki motions down the hall. "Garage, here." We walk down a couple of steps to the garage door and open it up, switching on the light.

His bike, his Corvette and mine, greet us and Len nods.

"Nothing too extravagant." He voices to us.

"I'm looking at a blacked out Mercedes right now, I might end up getting it soon." Nikki tells him.

"Oh, really?" I ask, crossing my arms.

"I was gonna tell you about it later, babe." He assures me.

"Right, like you told me about the Jeep and the Harley?"

"Ha. Ha." He let's out sarcastically. "We have a pool." He quickly discards our disagreement, leading Len back up the steps and into the house to take him to the pool.

By the time the interview is at a closing, it's almost 1:00pm, and I hope he has enough material to make a decent article.

"Thanks for letting me come by, I really do appreciate it." Len thanks us, shaking my hand before shaking Nikki's hand one last time. "It was really an honor get to talk to you, man, good luck with the album. Can't wait to hear it."

"Thanks." Nikki replies.

"Alright, you two take care, have a good evening." He tells us, turning to walk to his car.

"You, too." Nikki says before shutting the door.

When it's shut, he's turning to look down at me.

"What is it?" I ask him.

"I'm probably gonna go get some stuff from town." He states and I nod.

"Okay, I'm probably about to hangout by the pool with Karen for a few minutes." I tell him, heading to our bedroom to put my swimsuit on.

I hear the fridge open and shut--he's grabbing some of his heroin--before he's telling me he'll be back in a few minutes.

Once the garage door shuts, I'm stepping out to find Karen in her bedroom.

"Hey," I start and she looks up from where she's laying on her bed, reading. "I was gonna go lay out for a few minutes, do you wanna come?"

"Yeah, I'll be out there in a second. Let me get changed."

The phone starts ringing and I head to answer it, hoping it's not someone calling to tell me Nikki's been in an accident.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Happy Valentine's Day!" Steven's voice happily declares on the other end of the line.

"Happy Valentine's Day." I reply, stepping to the kitchen to grab a Pepsi from the fridge.

"I-Is Sixx around?"

"Not right now, he's running errands in town." I explain to him.

"Oh...well when he gets back can you get him to call me back?"

"Yeah. Is everything alright?"

"It's perfect. Love you. Gotta go." He abruptly hangs up and I furrow my brows a little, hanging the phone back up.

A few minutes into sunbathing, I'm laying on my stomach with my bikini string untied as Karen chats away while I drift in and out of sleep.

"I'm gonna go use the bathroom." Karen tells me, getting up off her pool chair, heading into the house.

I give her a wave of my hand without opening my eyes, letting out a relaxed breath.

My body tenses for a moment at the feeling of Nikki's lips pressing the center of my spine, working their way up to my hair.

"Hi." I say, sitting up, tying my top back into place as he sits on my chair beside me. "Steven called and wanted you to call him back."

"He called again just when I got in so I already talked to him." He tells me and I nod. "I was out getting stuff for tonight." He wiggles his brows for a second and I try not to laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Some more wine for me, the fizzy grape juice for you, and some more candles."

"You don't like just screwing around with a candle on because you can't see everything." I point out and he smirks.

"I didn't buy them for light." He says and I raise my brows, a lusty feeling washing through me at the thought.

"Race you to the bedroom!" I shout, about to take off but he grabs at my hips and pulls me down to his lap, laughing at my eagerness. "Nikki, we don't have time to waste. I have carbonated grape juice to sip on and hot candle wax to be dripped in, and that's not even including the sleazy stuff that follows, so c'mon." I struggle to pull his arms from around my waist so I can get free.

"Viv, we'll get to that later tonight, you gotta get ready for your surprise." He tells me.

"I have a surprise?"

"Yeah."

"What is it?"

"A surprise."

"Nikki."

"Viv."

"...Fine." I huff and he let's me out of his lap, handing me the roses he got me. "Where is this surprise?"

"Can't tell you. Just get changed, dress up a little bit if you want to." He tells me.

I guess he thought since he had died the year before, he should put his all into making up for it the following year.

I have to give it to him, he outdid himself that Valentine's Day...but he had some help.

"Okay, no peeking." Nikki says to me after securing the blindfold around my eyes and I grin, my hand in his as he helps me out of his Corvette.

I'm taken off guard by him suddenly picking me up, shutting the passenger side door with his foot.

"What are you doing?" I chuckle out.

"I don't want you to walk and hear your steps because it'll spoil the surprise."

"I feel you struggling to keep me up." I say to him, poking fun.

"I'm not struggling."

"Okay but if you drop me, I'm kicking your ass." I add.

"I'll kick your ass right back." He scoffs.

"Okay, then put me down and let's go, Sixx. Best two out of three."

"You're like a baby bird: all mouth." He taunts me.

"You're a baby bird: all whining."

"Virgin Vivian."

"Devil Spawn."

"Are you ready to see your surprise or are you gonna keep running your mouth?" He asks and I roll my eyes behind the blindfold and exhale.

"Fine."

He sets me down, and my heels click against the sound of wood.

"Alright, ready?"

"Yes."

The blindfold comes off, and Steven's firing off one of those tiny confetti poppers as he, Nikki and Duff all saying, "Tada!" at the same time.

We're standing inside of Mandy's old rehearsal space, except it's not shitty looking anymore.

The holes in the ceiling are patched up, it's got new lights, the floors are fresh and the once scratched up and worn down mirror is replaced, completely brand new.

I can't even form words, my eyes watering, my hand grasping Nikki's tightly.

"What do ya think?" Duff asks me.

"I-I..." I try to talk, but can't.

"Do you like it?" Nikki asks next and I'm turning to face him, wrapping my arms around his waist, hugging him tightly, nearly knocking him off balance. "Woah." He laughs, his hand rubbing up and down my back.

I'm wiping my tears when I pull away, catching his lips with mine when he leans down to kiss me for a second.

Knowing Duff was the one who bought the place from Mandy to begin with, I hug him to me next.

"Thank you." I sniffle out to him, giving him a tight squeeze before pulling away.

"It wasn't a problem, Viv." He assures me as Steven clears his throat.

"I wiped the finger prints off the mirror." He tells me and I smile, hugging him, too.

"Thank you." I say, ruffling his fluffy blonde hair.

Duff's grasping my hand, turning it over so my palm is facing upward before he's putting a key in it, closing my fingers around it.

I give him a genuine, grateful, closed-lip smile, and he returns it, his kind eyes seeming to have a spark of extra liveliness from being in his element of doing good things to make people happy.

I swear I can see Nikki scowling at us from the corner of my eye, but the look is gone from his face as soon as it arrives.

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[fieryanmitsu]

The Heart-Pounding Sunrise Trek of Bonding | A3! | “Take the Stage” Fanzine

I am very honoured to announce that I am one of the contributors for the recently released A3! Take the Stage Fanzine! It was such a great experience working with so many talented artists and writers! Everyone's pieces turned out AMAZING, and I would highly recommend to check out the full zine! The fanzine can be downloaded for free here!

And, now that the zine has dropped, I'm able to share my piece with you all here! This story is based on the "Campfire Bonds" event and stars Muku and Citron as the focal characters!

Please enjoy~!

THE HEART-POUNDING SUNRISE TREK OF BONDING

THEME: “Campfire Bonds” event

CHARACTERS: Muku Sakisaka, Citron, Sakuya Sakuma, Masumi Usui, Tsuzuru Minagi, Itaru Chigasaki, Tenma Sumeragi, Yuki Rurikawa, Misumi Ikaruga, Kazunari Miyoshi & Izumi Tachibana

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Muku stared intensely at his phone as he checked for the umpteenth time that he had set his alarm properly. Seeing that the numbers really did read ‘3:00am’, he locked his phone and placed it beside his pillow. 

“Ugh. I swear I can still taste the tabasco in my mouth even though I brushed my teeth,” Tenma groaned as he entered the tent.

“Did anyone get a normal chocolate for the s’mores?” asked Kazunari, looking up from his phone. 

“Izumi liked hers!” Misumi chimed in.

“That’s just because she’s a crazy Currian! No one would normally like a curry-flavoured chocolate,” Yuki snapped back.

“Anyway, everyone’s here, right? I’m gonna turn off the lights,” Tenma announced. “We have to get up early tomorrow, so we should sleep now.”

A flurry of mumbled goodnights flew around the tent as their leader turned off the lamp. Before long, the air was filled with the sounds of heavy breathing and light snoring. 

However, sleep continued to elude Muku as he stared fretfully at the ceiling of the tent—his brain whirring with his anxieties. Though the Summer Troupe’s first two plays had gone well, deep down, Muku felt that he had barely squeaked by with his performances. He knew that he was still the weakest link, and was terrified of dragging everyone else down. 

Just once, Muku wished he could give back to the ones who continually helped him so much. But, he didn’t even have any special skills—like Yuki or Kazunari—that he could put to use for the Summer Troupe or the Mankai Company. 

So, when Izumi had first announced this training camp, Muku had immediately volunteered to be one of the organizers, even though he had never taken on such a role before. At the time, it had seemed like the perfect opportunity to prove himself and be helpful to the others. Surely, even someone as untalented as him could manage to do this much.

Inspired by a scene out of a shoujo manga, Muku had manically researched to formulate a grand plan. First, they would strengthen their bonds as they hiked side-by-side through bountiful nature. Then, they would share a heart-racing special moment together as the rising sun etched its image into their memories. Plus, with the fresh mountain air, he was sure they would get more mileage out of their vocal exercises. 

However, when they had gathered to discuss the itinerary, his excitement had quickly been extinguished when his plan had been met with unenthusiastic faces. Some of the Company members hadn’t seemed interested in witnessing the sunrise, and many others had groaned about the early start time. 

After the meeting, Citron had clapped him on the shoulders, looked him in the eyes with a mysterious, all-knowing smile and said: “Do not worry, Muku! Your idea is most wonderful! Everyone will be super duper happy when they see the sun grating them! I will make sure of it—trust me!”

Though his brain continued to worry and fret, Muku clung to the words and reassuring grin that the Zahran man had given him that day and allowed the darkness to finally lull him to sleep…

The next morning, with much struggle—along with Citron banging some pots and pans together—the two organizers managed to wake up their fellow troupe members and line them up outside of their tents. Though, they may as well have still been laying in their sleeping bags. Masumi was draped on top of Tsuzuru’s back, fast asleep. Itaru was crouched on the ground, muttering to himself with a half-dead expression on his face. Even the ever-chipper Kazunari had his chin propped on Misumi’s shoulder, both of them nodding off despite being on their feet.

Citron came to stand beside Muku and nudged him gently. With a gulp, the pink-haired boy mustered all of his courage and stood up as straight and tall as he could manage.

“G-Good morning, everyone! Thanks for waking up so early to join us for the first item on our itinerary today: the ‘Heart-Pounding Sunrise Trek of Bonding!’” Muku announced. “I know that it’s silly to want to follow someone who’s more annoying than the itchiest bite from a mosquito that arrived earlier than the usual mosquito season—”

“Muku, literally no one said that,” Yuki interrupted with a sigh. “Just lead the way.”

“O-Oh right! S-Sorry!” Muku responded, snapping out of his rant. “P-please follow me and watch your step!”

As Muku led the way to the forest trail, with the others shuffling groggily behind him, he couldn’t help but cringe as he heard someone yawn loudly and another person let out a groan.

“Ugh, this sucks…” 

“Masumi, stop it! The Director wouldn’t be happy to hear you say that,” Sakuya protested in a hushed tone. “Look! She’s enjoying herself, so you should copy her.”

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea, after all… Muku thought to himself, worrying at his bottom lip.

“Muku, why don’t you tell everyone about the path?” Citron suddenly said from behind him. “Did you not do lots of the research?”

“Really, Mukkun?” Kazunari asked, perking up and looking more awake than earlier. 

“O-Oh, yes! Apparently, this path dates back to the Sengoku era. Monks used it as part of a pilgrimage route and this campsite actually used to be an aesthetic training ground,” Muku explained.

“That’s actually really cool,” Tsuzuru remarked. “Who knew that there was so much history in a place like this!”

“Ah! That signpost there marks the quarter-way point! We can take a quick rest here!” Muku explained, noticing that they had lost a few members. 

“I-I can’t go on…” Itaru wheezed as he finally caught up to the others several minutes later.

“C’mon Itaru, we’re almost there! You can do it!” Izumi chirped encouragingly, passing the salaryman a bottle of water.

“It’s okay, Itaru! You will soon have your senses delighted by a surprise up ahead! Tell them about it, Muku,” Citron implored.

“Y-Yes! Ummm… Just down this path is a beautiful waterfall that the monks used as part of their training,” Muku responded, taking the older man’s cue. “I… I actually purposely picked this path because it would take us by the waterfall. Legend says that, if you make a wish there, your deepest desires will come true! So, I thought that you would really like to see that, Itaru! Maybe it’ll help with your next gacha pull in your games!!”

“Seriously? Maybe this won’t be so bad after all.”

Muku felt his heart flutter as the others started chattering excitedly about what wishes they would make. With this renewed vigour, their group continued on their hike, making a stop at the wish-granting waterfall on the way. 

Then, almost an hour after they had left their campsite, Muku spotted the sign marking their final destination.

“We’re here, everyone!”

There was a collective sigh of relief as the members of the Mankai Company cleared the last steps and planted their feet on the plateau. However, their mutters quickly died in their throats as they came face-to-face with the view before them. A forest of trees spread out endlessly ahead, surrounded on both sides by jagged cliffs. The sun peeked above the horizon of the valley and the sky was dyed a gorgeous blend of soft oranges, pinks and straggling blues.

“Amazing!” Sakuya breathed softly. “This is beautiful, Muku!”

“Beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it!!” Kazunari added, immediately taking out his phone.

“You did good, Muku. Here’s a triangle!” Misumi said with a smile, handing the pink-haired boy a smooth and shiny triangular-shaped rock.

“Yeah… It made waking up worth it,” Masumi murmured, showing a rare smile.

“This was great, Muku. Thanks for planning this for us,” Tenma said, punching him lightly in the arm.

“Yeah, seriously! I’m so glad that someone was able to plan a normal activity for this training camp. Unlike a certain someone’s crazy ‘Russian Roulette S’mores’ idea,” Tsuzuru said with a sigh, throwing a baleful glare at Citron.

“Oh, Tsuzuru! You wound me! I put so much thought into making an unforgiveable event for everyone!”

“I think you mean ‘unforgettable’,” Itaru piped in.

“Look here, it’s not ‘Russian Roulette’ if all of the options are weird!” Tsuzuru exclaimed in exasperation.

“No kidding! I can’t believe I had to eat that awful wasabi chocolate because of you! I thought my mouth was on fire!” Yuki added, jabbing a finger into Citron’s chest angrily. “You’re lucky this sunrise made up for that atrocious game!”

As Citron dramatically crumpled to the ground from Yuki’s attack, a hand clutched over his heart, he turned his head towards Muku and shot him a wink.

At that moment, Muku felt a rush of warmth surge out of his chest and envelope the rest of his body. As he suppressed the tears prickling behind his eyes, Muku thought that he could now truly understand the meaning behind all of those times his shojo manga had compared someone’s smile to the brightness of the sun.

Writing this story was such a fun challenge for me! I had to work with a word count restriction, but I also wanted to make sure I somehow included every other character from the event — so it was definitely a juggling act, haha! It was also my first time writing about both Muku and Citron, so that was a new challenge in itself. Especially since I wanted to make sure I did two of my favourite characters justice!! In the end, I'm really happy I had the opportunity to write this and am so thankful that I was able to be part of this zine! Again, do check out the full zine if you have a chance!|

As always, thank you for reading and feel free to leave a comment if you have any thoughts!! Any reblogs are always appreciated!!

-Anmitsu

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[gdxnicky]

The Calm Storm

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 4,573

Summary: You get an early morning phone call that your coworker, Min Yoongi has been in an accident. You step up the time he is hurt to take care of him but end up seeing him differently. Question is, does he?

It is way too early in the morning to be awake. Yet, some reason someone feels the need to blow up your phone. You grab it from your night stand and don't recognize the number at all.

"Hello…"

"Hi. Is this Y/N?" The other voice asks.

"Yes. Who is this?" You reply.

"My name is Park Jimin. I am a nurse at the hospital here in Seoul. I am calling because we had a young man come in after a car accident and he told us to call you for his emergency contact. Is this man your brother or something?" He explains and you begin to get nervous. You have no clue who he could be talking about. You are an only child and your parents live in Busan. 

"Sir, I don't know who you could possibly be talking about. I am an only child and my parents don't live around here." You respond feeling bad that you can't help his situation. 

After a moment of silence he comes back with "He said his name is Min Snail but that doesn't make sense to us. He has had some medicine so that doesn't help understanding him right now." Once he said that it clicked. Your coworker that you have been working with for about 5 years now. 

"Oh my gosh. Yoongi. Is he okay? What happened? Nevermind I am getting dressed and I will be there shortly." You say and hang up your phone before saying goodbye. Yoongi and you have been a songwriting duo working for an entertainment company in Seoul. He makes the track and the two of you write the lyrics. Through working with him you two have become close but you didn't think you were emergency contact close. 

You arrive to the hospital and get to where Yoongi was. He looked like crap and that is putting it nicely. If you didn't know him you would have never recognized him. He was all bruised and swollen. By the look of the contraption they have on his left arm you assume that there is where the majority of the damage is. You sat down on his right side and reached out for his hand. 

"Yoongi. It is Y/n. I just got here. Don't worry about waking up. You just rest there and I'll be here when you wake up." You tell him. He doesn't even move the slightest. You just take a deep breath and sigh. 

After being there for about 30 minutes his door begins to open. You stand up and greet the incoming doctor and nurse.

"Hello. I am Dr. Kim Namjoon and this is my nurse Park Jimin." 

"Hi. My name is Y/n. I am Yoongi's coworker and apparently emergency contact. Nice to meet you."

"Well nice to meet you too. So Yoongi has a concussion, broken left shoulder, and a broken right leg. From our understanding he was crossing the street and a drunk driver did not see the traffic light turn red. The driver hit his right side and when he landed he fell on his left shoulder and head. He will be here for a while until we can get his swelling down to cast his breaks and until we can make sure he does not have any underlying complications with the concussion." Dr. Kim explained. You could feel your heart breaking being the worrier that you are you start to think the worst. Tears form in your eyes and you fight them back.

"Miss, he is very lucky that this all that happened. This could have been a lot worse but we believe he will make a full recovery. No need to worry." Nurse Jimin says trying to comfort you. "We have him in a private room because it is all we have left. The couch in the corner can turn into a bed should you decide to stay with him. If you need anything, let me know."

"Thank you both very much." You say standing and bowing to show your gratitude. As they turned to leave you sat back down. Now that you know you will be there a while you will text your roommate to bring you a bag with some clothes, phone charger, and necessities so you don't have to leave him by himself. 

You wait until you know people will be at the office to call your boss to tell him what is going on. While on the phone with him you see Yoongi start to stir a little. Your boss tells you to just stay with him because you both know his parents won't be able to come stay with him. You can work on writing lyrics and stuff on a laptop and just share them with your boss. You tell him that once your laptop gets here you will have Yoongi teach you to use the software to make the tracks. After you hang up you look over at Yoongi and he is looking at you out of the one eye he can open since the other is swollen shut.

"Well hello sleeping beauty. How are you feeling?" You ask him as you take your seat next to him again.

"I am sore as all hell. How long have you been here?"

"I got here about 3:30 or 4 this morning."

"I am sorry. I don't even know they called anyone. I think I was pretty out of it because I don't remember much after getting in the ambulance. How did they get your number?"

"You told them to call me and when I asked who got in the accident you told them your name was Min Snail." You giggle at the nickname his friends had given him but it fits him perfectly. Yoongi moved like a snail. Not because he was lazy but mainly because he wanted to do things on his own terms.

"I'm still sorry that they called so early. It could have waited." He says while he is looking at you. He seems to feel bad about you waking up for his accident.

"Yoongi. Don't be sorry. I have no problem being here with you at all. You are a good friend of mine and that is what friends do." You tell him looking him in the eye. He must hear the sincerity in your voice because he backs down. You look at him for another moment and give him a smile. At that moment his door opens again and it is nurse Jimin with medicine for him. You step back and take this time to text your roommate.

'Seokjin, can you please pack me up some clothes with my phone charger, laptop with charger, and toiletries. Yoongi got in an accident and is in the hospital. I am going to stay here with him for a few days so he isn't alone.'

'Sure. No problem. Anything else you want me to bring you?'

'Something to drink and some breakfast would be amazing'

You sit next to Yoongi and tell him about your roomie bringing you your stuff. He tries to debate with you that you don't have to stay but you insist. He quickly surrenders and lets you win. You grin and slightly mock him because you never win a debate with him because he usually is so stubborn. The two of you sit in silence while he watches TV and nodding in and out of sleep. You play games on your phone and write down some lyric ideas that pop into your head. Shortly you hear his door open again and it is Seokjin with your things. 

"Thank you so much. This is great." You tell him as you take the bags from him. 

"No problem. I hope he feels better soon." Seokjin replies as he turns to leave. You thank your roomie again as he shuts the door. You think to yourself how lucky you are to have a roommate that is like him. He is always quick to help with anything. He is like the big brother you never had. Suddenly you are brought back to reality with the ringing of Yoongi's phone.

"Y/n, can you answer that for me and put it up to my ear?" He asks. You don't even utter a reply and do it for him. It is his three best friends and roommates wondering where he was because he never come home last night. 

"Hoseok, I swear I didn't work all night. I am in the hospital…. I will be fine. Y/n is here with me. I don't need anything… Actually a phone charger would be nice… Okay I will see you guys soon." He nods to you that you can pull the phone away now.

"Hoseok, Tae, and JK will be here soon. They thought that I made you work all night and that is why I wasn't home."

"Well it wouldn't be the first time we worked all night." You laugh at yourself then notice the glare from him. "I am not saying it as a bad thing. I enjoy our work."

"Sure you do." He responds very sarcastically. "That is why you never date because you are always working. You really should meet a guy. Let's be honest Y/n, you aren't getting any younger."

"And neither are you. If you had taken time off and gone on those blind dates I set you up on them you could have a girlfriend here taking care of you and not me." You snap back, slightly ticked off because you are reminded that your last boyfriend broke up with you because you are such a workaholic. He kind of looks at you all confused. You never tell him parts of your personal life because you try to keep it professional. You walk over to the couch and sit down with your laptop and begin writing lyrics to get your frustration out. 

Forty minutes have passed since you irresponsibly snapped at Yoongi. You have been trying to muster an apology but you don't know what to say. Finally it comes to you at the exact moment that his roommates show up. You stand up and greet them properly. 

"Yoongi, since these guys are here I am going to go for a brief walk and let you talk in private." You tell him very quietly and nervously before you turn and walk out. 

You wander aimlessly around the halls and debate how long you should give them before you head back. You look at the time. It has been 15 minutes. So you make your way back to the room. You stop yourself just outside the door as you hear them talking. You can't quite distinguish the voice but you know it isn't Yoongi's.

"Hyung, she is going to be here for the next couple days at least. She even had her roommate bring her things. Why not take advantage of it?" 

"Maybe because I just got my ass kicked by a car and pavement. I doubt this would be a good time to do it." 

"You need to tell her soon Yoongi so that you and her don't come to regret it."

You lean against the wall and start to ponder what they could be talking about. Then you begin to panic 'Oh my gosh… Is he going to request for someone else to work with him because I snapped at him… Did I hurt his feelings over that… Oh dammit.' You manage to pull yourself together before opening the door.

"Hey! You are back. We were just getting ready to leave." Hoseok says as he nudges the other two roommates. The four of them look like they are trying to hide something. You can only hope that it isn't what you are thinking. As much as Yoongi likes to work late and can be a pain in the ass, you two get along really well and you wouldn't want to work with someone else. He is such a good friend and you don't want to lose a friendship over pettiness.

"Oh no worries. You guys can stay. I can sit down over here and put on my headphones. I have a song I need to finish the lyrics for." You reply trying to ease the tension. 

"Just like Hyung… Working even when you should be just relaxing." Tae says as shakes his head.

"Well songs aren't going to write themselves…" You respond as you put your sound canceling headphones over your ears. You get so lost in your writing that you don't even notice the guys leaving. Eventually you feel your phone vibrating. You grab it to see you have a snapchat. You open up the message and it is from Yoongi. It is a picture of you sitting on the couch working with the caption are you going to be like that all day. You look at the time and it is almost 4pm. You take your headphones off and look at him. 

"No I'm not going to be like that all day." As you pass him a smile. "But Yoongi, um, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"...okay…" He says hesitantly.

"I heard you and the guys talking a little bit before I came back in the room. I know they want to tell me sooner than later but can I explain myself first?" You ask waiting for Yoongi to say something or try to get some sort of read off him but that man is like a statue. He has the best poker face. "I am sorry for how I snapped at you earlier. I shouldn't have. You don't even know what upset me and you don't deserve my drama crap. So if you will please forgive me and not ask to work with someone else?" You plead as he stares at you. 

"That isn't what we were talking about at all but okay." He says and laughs at you. You walk over toward the bed and bend down to give him a hug. 

"Thank you thank you thank you Yoongi. I really enjoy working with you." Just that second it hits you, this is the closest you have ever been to Yoongi and this is probably considered really unprofessional. However, you can't help but notice how he still smells nice even after the accident and medical treatments. You awkwardly stand up and apologize. "Yoongi, I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Kinda just happened."

He looks up you and just laughs. "Why are you so worked up over a hug? I mean like we have worked together for a while now. A hug between us would be fine." He explains half nervously. You just smile and sit next to him. "I mean you did come rushing in here and held my hand when you first got here." You feel your cheeks begin to flush.

"How do you know? You were sleeping until I got off the phone with our boss…" You exclaim.

"Was I really though?" He questions then turns his head to the side like he was sleeping.

"You weren't really asleep?"

"Nope. I didn't fall asleep until after you got here."

"You jerk." The two of you have a good laugh then start watching the new drama that was premiering tonight. About half way thru you look at Yoongi and he is fast asleep. You can tell because you wave your hand in front of his face and he doesn't budge. You stay next to him, holding his right hand for the next couple hours. Eventually you move over to the couch in the corner and fall asleep. 

You wake up the next day feeling awkwardly refreshed. The hospital couch is surprisingly comfortable. You look over to Yoongi and he is writing something down on a piece of paper.

"What are your writing?" You inquire. He begins to act embarrassed and tries to hide it quickly. 

"Oh um just some lyrics." He answers. You just raise an eyebrow at him and accept his answer. You two spend the next few days just hanging out and working on random songs. 

Eventually he gets the okay from the doctor to be discharged and you take him home. You explain to his roommates his restrictions and that you will be back in the morning to work from home with him. You get home and walk right for a shower and clean up. After you are done you walk to the kitchen and begin making some supper for Seokjin and you to eat. While you are eating you and him talk about the past few days and explain the embarrassing moments of the random hugs and such. He just laughs at you.

"You know a psychologist would argue that you hugged him because you had the subconscious desire to hug him." He teases.

"What?! Why would I have a desire to hug Yoongi?! That is the dumbest thing I have ever heard." You rebuttal quickly. Jin just looks at you and shrugs his shoulders. Before either of you can say anything you are interrupted by your doorbell ringing. You stand up and walk to the door.

"Hello, are you Y/n?" A delivery man asks.

"Yes I am." You answer nervously.

"Awesome, then these are for you." He responds while handing over a small bouquet of flowers and a card. "Have a good night."

"Thanks. You too." You answer as you begin to close the door. You walk back towards Jin. "Who in the hell would send me flowers?" You question as you open up the card.

'Y/n thank you for everything you have done for me the past few days. It means a lot to know I have someone like you to count on. -Yoongi"

You read the card aloud and your jaw drops when you read his name. You look up at Jin completely dumbfounded.

"Maybe he liked that hug…" He remarks. Then swerves his head because of the stuff you started to throw at him. 

"Shut up Jin. He is just saying thanks. It is nothing more." 

"Yeah… Sure… I'll let you keep thinking that."

You take the flowers and place them in some water next to your bed. You grab your phone and send Yoongi a Snapchat saying thank you for the flowers. You tell them that they are beautiful but he didn't have to because you were just doing what friends do. 

'I know but it meant a lot to me to have you there.' He responds with his gummy smile. You can't help but smile back. You are not used to seeing this side of Yoongi because normally he is pretty cold and standoffish. However, you can get used to this. It is nice to see he is human still. 

You go to bed fairly early because you seemed to have forgotten how comfortable your bed is. You wake up in the morning to your alarm slightly startled and weirded out by your dream. You sit there for a moment and ponder why you had a dream about Yoongi and why you kissed him in it… maybe you do like him. You shake your head back to reality and get ready to go over to his place to work with him. 

Once you arrive and ring the bell his roommate Jungkook opens the door for you.

"Hey Y/n. How are you?" He says politely as he lets you into the apartment

"I am well. Thanks. How are you?" You respond as you take your coat and shoes off.

"Good. Yoongi is in his room. Is there anything I can get you before you two get to work?" 

"No, I am fine. I stopped and grabbed some coffee and breakfast for Yoongi and I. Um… could you show me where his room is?" The two of you walk down the hallway and stop just outside his door. Jungkook knocks and tells Yoongi that you are there. He opens the door for you. You walk in to find that Yoongi's room is not a typical bedroom at all. He has quite the studio set up by his computer with a sofa and a bed there. You walk in, setting down the food and drinks on a stand in front of the sofa. You set your bag on the floor. Yoongi spins around in his computer chair to greet you.

"Hey Y/n. What did you bring?" He questions as he eyeballs everything your brought. 

"I have my normal work bag but I also bought you some breakfast and coffee because I doubt you have eaten." He scoots his chair over and you sit down on the sofa. You can tell he probably didn't sleep much because he has quite the tired look on his face. "Yoongi, did you not sleep last night?" 

"I did sleep last night but I woke up early. I had inspiration for a song and needed to get it out of my head." He explains as he starts to drink coffee and eat a bagel. 

"Oh nice. Can I hear the song?" You ask. He chokes on his bagel at your question and you see slight panic flash across his face. "If it isn't done than no big deal. I know you can get OCD about those things." You tell him, trying to reassure him. This only makes you more and more curious about the song. Yoongi is great at what he does and you have yet to find something he has written that you don't like. 

The two of you spend the rest of the day working on a song you had started when he was in the hospital. At the end of the day you tell him that you are going to have the next three days off because of some family coming to town. However, you make sure that he knows to call you if he needs anything. As you leave his apartment you feel this ache in your chest and your mind races. You begin to wonder, does this mean I am seeing Yoongi as a man… have I developed a true crush?

You were definitely ready to get back to work after three days of being away from Yoongi. It is true that distance makes the heart grow fonder. There is no doubt in your mind now that you had a crush on this man. After the first day you started to come up with random things to send him on Snapchat just to see his handsome face and gummy smile. He may have been hit by a car but you were shot by Cupid's arrow. 

You wake up that morning earlier than you normally do to make sure you do your hair and makeup just right but also have a cute outfit on to try and catch his eye. Instead of your usual ponytail you leave your hair down and flat iron it. For makeup, you decide to do the whole 9 yards rather than the simple mascara and cover up you do. You decide to go with a cute and flowy-ish skirt that comes three quarters the way down your thighs with a cute shirt that hugs just right to show off your womanly figure.

You leave your place and begin to head over to Yoongi's. Once you are there you knock on the door and Hoseok answers. He lets you inside and looks you up and down. 

"Wow. Y/n. You look… Wow." He says as he is embarrassed but speechless. 

You blush slightly and thank him before putting on your slippers and hearing to Yoongi's room. You knock on the door before walking in. You find a gift box on the stand in front of the sofa, the computer on and a song pulled up. You don't see Yoongi anywhere and walk over to the computer. There is a note on the keyboard that says 'press play and open the box'. You hit play and realize it is a song you have never heard. You sit down and begin the box. Inside you find a picture frame with lyrics to the song you are listening to. Once the song is over you reread the lyrics aloud to yourself. You begin to realize that the singer is confessing to the listener but struggling with some sort of barrier or obstacle in their way. You have been too oblivious to what has been going on around you while listening and reading to notice that Yoongi had walked into the room. You start talking to yourself.

"That song is so beautiful. If I was on the receiving end of the confession I would tell them that everything will be okay. I wonder what the barrier is for the singer and I wonder what sparked Yoongi to write this…"

"You." You hear from behind you turning to see Yoongi standing there. He is looking at you in the eye trying to maintain some form of confidence but there is still nervousness in his voice. 

"Me? What about me?" 

"You sparked me to write this and you are on the receiving end of this confession." He explains as he lowers his head slightly because he was expecting something more. "The barrier or obstacle that I talk about is the fact that we are coworkers and obviously have become great friends but I don't want to jeopardize what we already have for some silly crush. I was debating telling you also because I know things will never be the same between us whether you are okay with my feelings or not. This is my first time ever confessing to a female how I feel because before now I never liked someone as much as I like you. Even if I did think I liked them, my anxiety would have never allowed it, but there is something about you Y/n that just puts my mind and body at ease. You are the calm to my storm." You take a couple steps toward Yoongi and set the gift down on the table. You reach out with a hand, grabbing his chin and making him look at you.

"Yoongi. You have no idea how much this changes things between us. Our friendship will never be the same, but that is because I feel the same way too." You explain to him as you reach for one of his hands. You try to fight back happy tears because this is not only the sweetest confession ever and coming from the man that you adore, but you know that this is sincere because music is how Yoongi communicates. 

"Really?" 

"Yes, really. Why do you think I have done all that I have done for you recently. Let's also add on the fact that I did my hair, makeup, wore a really cute outfit, and had this big master speech on how I was going to tell you how I feel all planned out." He takes a small step back and begins to look you over, having you twirl so he can see it all. 

"You look absolutely beautiful." He compliments with a big gummy smile stretched across his face. "So since we both like each other, can we officially consider today as our day 1?"

"Look at you going all romantic kdrama on me." You giggle. "Of course today is our day one."

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[sexy-sans-the-ass]

Bitty Match up: 1. Depends. Usually a late sleeper, but I have my odd moments where I wake up early. 2. Night owl. Hands down. Though with my current pain meds, they knock me out in seconds. It's so weird sleeping early. 3. Lazy and mellow, unless really hyper or excited. Then I become a ball of energy and hop all over the place. 4. Depends on the people I'm with, but most of the time I tend to be a wall flower. Not big on being social. (part 1)

5. Clumsy as hell. I've broken both legs (each one a year after the other), ran into the corner of a wall that left a big ole scar above my left eye, torn the ligament in my left ankle, cracked my left index finger and I constantly bump into stuff or trip and things like that. 6. Nothing beats a home-cooked meal, but I'm lazy as hell, so takeout is usually my go-to. 7. I'm currently not working. Though starting soon. (part 2)8. Once more, depends on what's said and who says it. Usually I try to be thick-skinned, but inside I'm just a marshmallow tender hearted individual. 9. Really depends on how much I'm craving physical affection. Some days I'd prefer to be left on my own, and other days I just wanna spend the whole day cuddling. (part 3)10. A pet rat named Skeeva. She's like a little puppy and loves sitting on the nape of my neck or my shoulders, and when I wear my hoodie, she loves to sit in the hood or the front pocket. And I have a pet Jack Russell named Lisa. She's middle-aged and a bit lazy, but bring out food, and she's like a young pup once more. 11. Stubborn as all hell. Unfortunately it does sometimes cause issues with others. I tend to be more of a pushover when it comes to people close to me. (part 4)12. Day dreamer almost always. Once something doesn't have my interest, I start wandering around in my li'l imaginary world. However, once something really catches my interest, my focus will go into this zone where nothing can distract me. 13. Personally, I'm a pessimist. But I always try to be as optimistic as possible when I try to cheer others up. (part 5)

14. I suffer from depression, anxiety and somewhat weak immune system. Some days, my depression and anxiety get so bad, I can't muster up any reason to get out of bed to face the world, so I just wrap myself in a cocoon and just stay there. As for my immune system, I tend to get sick fairly easily, though usually nothing serious. 15. Self conscious. I don't have a lot of confidence, but I'll try to act confident as a self-defense mechanism. (part 6)16. Build-A-Bear. I. Want. Plushies. I love cuddling with soft and cuddly things when I feel down or bonely. 17. Both. I love books and games equally. There's nothing like immersing myself in a book and it's world and picturing it all in my mind. And then there's games and how I love to bond with the characters and learn more about them. (part 7)18. Depends on what I'm doing. If I'm trying to focus on drawing, then I prefer silence. But otherwise I like to listen to music, especially when I'm feeling down. 19. Movies, because there is an end to it, where TV shows just keep going on or just end abruptly without concluding anything. And there's nothing like having a movie marathon and wrapping myself up in a cocoon. 20. I love both, though prefer a mix of realism and animation. I love blending them together. (part 9) S-sorry.~~~~~~

Your bittybones is: Sansy (Bitty Ut Sans)!

He can handle your switches between lazy and Hyper without much fuss (unless it's super early or super late). It's okay if you'd prefer the Wallflower life, he'll keep you company and help keep any social encounters smooth. Your clumsiness stresses him out big fashion, and the fact that you've been injured because of it so much in the past doesn't make it any better. He's more than happy to be your cuddle partner, but if you'd rather be alone all you have to do is let him no, and he'll give you as much space as you need. Your rat is his best friend. Sometimes he'll share his food with her, and it's not uncommon for them to play until they're tired, which is surprising considering the lazy nature of Sansy. Whenever you wish for space, you'll often find him asleep on the dog. She's warm and doesn't move too much, so it's a perfect nap spot. He's pretty pessimistic himself, but he tries to help you be more positive. The two of you help each other. This especially goes for your mental issues, which you share. When you can't bring yourself to get out of bed, he'll stand whisper soothing things and assurances to you to try and help you feel better. When he has bad days, he likes to just be near you, tucked against the crook of your neck or hidden away in your pocket. He suggest you start drinking Sea Tea, so the magic will help build your immune system. Whenever you stop by a Build-A-Bear, he wishes he were big so he could buy you all sorts of soft things, because he likes the way they make you smile. He likes to watch you play games, and more often than not, he'll sit and read with you. He ends up falling asleep after a while though, pulled under by your rhythmic breathing and steady heartbeat. Same thing with movies. He's lazy enough to sit through them, but he usually falls asleep by the end. Especially if he sits through a marathon with you, all warm and snuggled up with you in a blanket cocoon.

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Woo, this was a long one! No need to be sorry, I have so much fun writing these. Do you guys have names for your bitties? I'd love to know what you are naming these little gumdrops!