#i love how they panned to him after Chan's shots

[ateezthings]

Stray Kids reaction: you cooking them dinner

Fluffy domestic slice of life

Pairings: each skz member x genderneutral reader (established relationship)

Warnings: food talk, mentions of knife cz cooking, slightly suggestive

Word count: 1.9K

Songs, that convey the feeling I was going for:

     milk. – you're so

     dvwn– fairy

someone, benjamin longman - true love will find you in the end

khalid - saturday nights

*~Chan~*

He was totally enamored with you. The fact that you were able to cook generally, making a meal from scratch with just some time, a few ingredients and your pretty hands.

As your were chopping up some veggies, he came up behind you, hugging your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

"Channie, i love you, but are you sure you wanna do this while I'm holding a very sharp knife?" He immediately let go to pout a little.

"I can't help it, baby, I'm so in love with you"

"Is that just your stomach talking?" You chuckled at him as he leaned against the counter.

He playfully gasped. "I'm offended".

You turned your attention back to the carrots that needed chopping, the pan was already heating up on the stove.

"Oh, I'll show you that it's not just my tummy that's in love with you" He stated.

He carefully took the knife out of your hand. Swiftly, he grabbed your hips to press you against the counter.

Before you could protest he connected his lips with yours in a hungry (quite literally) passionate kiss. His soft lips moved slowly against yours, tongue making its way into your mouth. You could feel his grip on your waist tightening.

Suddenly his belly started grumbling, sounding like a beast that started roaring. You both stopped all movements, eyes wide open. After a second you broke away in laughter.

"Yeah, how about I help you cook, baby?"

*~Minho~*

"Jagi, you're not doing it right" He tried to take the whisk out of your hand but your grip on it tightened, not wanting him to take over. Ever since he came into the kitchen his only mission was to throw you off your cooking game, cause he wanted to see you flustered and blushed.

Not today, Minho, not today.

You were determined to make a delicious meal for your boyfriend since he rarely even had the time to sit down to eat.

"No, babe, I can do it. You can just relax, it'll be done in a minute." With that you turned your attention back to the sauce.

All of a sudden, his hand smacked your right butt cheek, making you jump a little. "Minho!"

Anither hand landed on your left butt cheek. "Whaat, honey?" He shot you the most innocent looking smile.

"I can't cook like this, you're distracting me too much." You half-whined, not wanting to spoil the only evening he had off this week.

"Well, then how about you take a short break?" He spun you around to look at him, his hands finding their place in the back pockets of your jeans again. He easily pulled you closer, working to connect your lips.

His hands made their way up to your waist, while his warm lips moved against your own in a slow rhythm.

*~Changbin~*

My god, was he excited. After you told him in the morning, he could expect a homemade dinner made by you, his true love, in the evening, he sent you texts almost hourly, asking you if he should bring something, help with something oder just praising you for doing this.

You got off early from work, picked up a shit ton of groceries and got to cooking.

When Changbin arrived home, he dropped all his bags and almost came running to you. "I'm so excited, baby. Can I do something, do you need something washed? Should I lay the table, what can I do?" He really was just an excited puppy, always wanting to help.

He continued to ask you, if you need help about 79 more times. After you reassured him you were fine and he could just keep you company, he gave you a tight back hug and wouldn't let go. He pressed a few kisses to the back of your neck. You couldn't really move in his grip, it was so tight.

"Binie, I think the sauce is about to boil over, can I-"

With one move he turned off the stove, without letting you go.

You turned around to give him a proper hug. "Aw, my Binie, you're so cute. Who knew it was that easy to make you happy." You moved your hand through his curly hair. Finally you embraced both his cheeks and pulled his face close. "I love you"

A small smile spread across his lips, finally closing the distance and kissing you properly.

*~Hyunjin~*

This one was completely mesmerized by your movements. Grabbing different vegetables, washing them, placing them on a cutting board and finally dissecting them with your knife, however you needed them.

You've done this about a hundred times, cooking being a hobby of yours. However it felt more special knowing you did it for your boyfriend and realizing he watched your every move so intently.

When everything was prepped and on the stove/ in the oven you slowly made your way over to Hyunjin. His lips were slightly parted, still being hypnotized with your movements.

You took his hands into yours and looked up to him sweetly. "Are you doing okay, Hyunjinie?"

"Do you even know how wonderful you are?"

"When you look at me like that, I think I'm getting an idea" You replied cheekily.

He smiled into the kiss that followed. Feeling his warm hands on your cheeks, you both got into it quite quickly, tongues meeting in the middle. A slow moan escaped your lips, after breaking away for a short moment to catch some air. The expression in your eyes was slightly dazed.

"Alrgiht, when's the food ready, I'm starving." Hyunjin exclamied, like he wasn't just exploring the inside of your mouth with his tongue a minute ago.

*~Han~*

"Oh my god, you're amazing for doing this! My baby is cooking for me!" He exclaimed after you told him what you were doing bringing four grocery bags into the kitchen.

After some begging you allowed him to help you chop some peppers. He was however a bit to eager with helping, talking all the time.

"Ow shit" you looked over to him and saw blood on the cutting board. He accidentally cut his finger.

"Oh no, Sungie, here hold it under the water, I'll get some bandages."

When you came back he was sitting on a chair pouting, making the biggest quokka eyes at you. You looked at him with worry.

"It hurts" Holding up his bloody finger, he explained.

It couldn't however been that bad because when you went to bandage up his finger he insisted on pulling you onto his lap, placing his hands on your booty cheeks.

When you were sitting on his lap, concentrated on cleaning up his wound, he gazed into your eyes with so much fondness, it made you flustered as soon as you realized.

He looked straight into your eyes and opened his mouth a bit, almost like he wanted to say something. But he didn't.

"What is it, Sungie? You're making me blush" you admitted uncomfortably.

"I just love you so much, i can't believe it... oh, and i love doing this." And with that he placed a short but sweet kiss onto your nose.

After seeing you all flustered and cute, he placed another one on your forehead. Making you blush an even deeper shade of red, he continued his kiss attack on your cheeks, chin and finally lips. You both sank into the kiss, like slipping under the covers after a long and intense day.

*~Felix~*

"I didn't know you could cook?! Like actually cook well? Why did you never mention it before, Y/N?" Felix stood in the door to the kitchen where you were currently putting the finishing touches on your homemade ramen, that you made especially for his evening off work.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Yongbok" With that you presented him with two picture-perfect, steaming bowls of ramen. You gave him a cheeky grin. His jaw dropped.

"Woah, how did you- why, when have you... what did I do to deserve you?" He smiled so widely, eyes sparkling with adoration.

"Remember how hard you worked for the last comeback? That's your reward, I think" You jokingly replied.

He took one bowl from your hand, inspecting the boiled eggs, curly noodles, soft tofu pieces, seaweed and toppings you added.

As you both sat down and started to eat, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Oh my god, Y/N, that is delicious"

A smile crept onto your lips. "I'm glad you like it, my love"

Now it was his turn to smile fondly before leaning over the table to kiss you sweetly.

*~Seungmin~*

"What are you making me?" He playfully stuck out his tongue a little.

"I'm trying to recreate the creamy pasta you liked so much the other day when we were at that restaurant, Minie" You wanted to do something nice for your boyfriend since he's had a really stressful work week. You researched a few recipes, combined the parts you thought would work best and got to cooking: putting pasta water in a pot, chopping up garlic, spring onions and a zucchini.

Seungmin leaned against the counter for a while, just quietly observing you, lips slightly curled upwards.

You tried to do everything according to the recipes, which is why after a while Seungmin started to scroll through his phone. Every once in a while he showed you a funny tiktok to keep you company though.

"Do you want me to help you with anything, sweetie?" He must've gotten a bit bored because you were taking a while, measuring the ingredients for the sauce.

"Yeah actually, could you make the salad?" You were currently hands deep in your creamy pasta sauce.

"Uhh, I'm not sure how to do that... you're gonna have to give me instructions." He looked like a little lost puppy, eyes big, wide straight smile, you know the one.

He looked so endearing, you couldn't help but press a short kiss on the corner of his lips. "Of course, Minie"

*~I.N~*

"Y/N?" You heard your boyfriend's voice yell through your apartment.

"In the kitchen, bub" You answer-yelled. Having both hands in a dough didn't leave you with many other choices.

You'd decided to test out your somewhat decent cooking skills by trying a new, very challenging recipe for dumplings with Jeongin's favorite filling.

"Wow, what are you doing, babe?"

"I'm trying to make a dough for dumplings but it doesn't want to come together" You pouted in the direction of your hands.

Jeongin raised his eyebrows moving closer to inspect the dough. "Are you sure, you're not trying to poison me with that?"

You gasped in shock, grabbing a piece of dough and throwing it at him. He tried to cover his face, starting to laugh.

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry, Y/N sweetie" Holding both hands up, signaling a truce, he moved to stand behind you and pressed a short kiss on your hair.

"I feel like it just needs some more water" He suggested. "Here let me help." His hands suddenly appeared next to yours from behind, trying to help with the kneading. He pressed a short his on the back of your neck every once in a while. After a few moments and with Jeongin's help, the dumpling dough came together well.

#stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids headcanons #stray kids imagines #stray kids fluff #stray kids domestic moments #stray kids drabbles #stray kids x reader #skz #skz reactions #bang chan #chan #minho #leeknow #changbin #hyunjin #han #jisung #felix #yongbok #seungmin #i.n #jeongin #stray kids bang chan #stray kids leeknow #stray kids changbin #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids han #stray kids felix #stray kids seungmin

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Sannoh´s Hoodlum Squad Shenanigans 3 aka Tetsu´s instagram

Tetsu:Someone´s tipsy after a long night out!

Naomi:No this man´s wasted.

Chiharu:I love how he screamed wait!The grounds moving!Fuck!

Noboru:When you crawl home from a night out you´re totally fucked.

Dan:yeah because SOMEONE flirted with hot chicks and ended up taking shots out of her bra even though he was drunk already

Murayama:good old titty shots!Fuck yeah!Good for Cobra-chan!

Shiba:Showing Danny boy how its done!

Naomi:beautiful how all three of them loooved Cobra huh Dan?

Rocky:When Cobra ever parties in my club you better be sure I will upload the security footage on the internet.

Hyuga:Or hire him as a stripper!Ladies gonna love that.Your club is more boring then a libary.

Rocky:Fuck you firework boy.

Hyuga:At least I know how to party old man!Even Cobra that miserable fuck knows how to party

Smoky:And kill his liver,this guy is gonna vomit more blood then me

Tetsu:at least we then learned Cobra can pole dance

Murayama:I gotta see that shit!

Junko:Same.You  gotta upload that.

Oshiage:What in the liver failure did I just read?!

Smoky:Where´s Cobra now anyways?

Junko:Sleeping peacefully on the billiard table.

Murayama:Adorable like a drunk puppy.

Naomi:Yeah I brought him a blacket two hours ago.He looked kinda cold and Yamato´s jacket wasn´t enough.

Smoky:I´m scared to ask.Gonna do it anyway.Where´s Yamato?

Oshiage:Sleeping under the billiard table of course.

Hyuga:I will pay whatever you want if you hit two pans against each other repeatiatly to wake the two dumbasses up!

Tetsu:Looking sweet and then comes Dan looking like a bouncer.

Naomi:At least this way woman talk to him in hope to get into whatever he´s the bouncer off.

Chiharu:Or crazy idea,try smiling grumpy pants.

Shiba:The only way a woman touches you when you look that grumpy is with a tazer

Dan:Cobra ain´t smiling either and get´s all the ladies!!!

Murayama:Cobra-chan looks like he escaped outta one of those romance books for lonely old woman.

Tetsu:That´s why he´s excluded from date nights!

Hyuga:To give yall losers a tiny chance with the ladies?That´s desperetation.

Dan:No dedication.

Smoky:Whatever makes you sleep at night man

Cobra:You will sleep alone at night anyways:)

Dan:I´m gonna choke you to death and not the way you like it you dick!

Yamato:Cobra´s to kinky to torture give it up....

Noboru:Can you imagine a serial killer tries to murder Cobra and he just moans?!

Murayama:Since when is it bully Cobra-chan hours?!

Cobra:It ain´t my fault you guys are all boring as fuck in bed man.

Naomi:Cobra not everyone needs to be beaten and chained to have a great time in bed....

Chiharu:That´s a great emergency plan tho!When Cobra get´s kidnapped again he can just say he´s into whatever they´re doing

Dan:Yeah!They will think he´s crazy and let him go cause they got scared

Cobra:Dumbasses

Rocky:No kinkshaming but you´re probably a sick freak Cobra

Junko:you think Cobra has a dungeon?

Naomi:yes.

Cobra:Oi!Can we go back to when not if I get kidnapped?!What the fuck?!

Noboru:It will happen again.Clearly.

Yamato:Yeah cause you love to get into trouble.

Murayama:Don´t worry Cobra-chan we will come to the rescue!

Tetsu:Dan has no idea what he is doing but there are some hot chicks down the street so he wants to look cool

Noboru:Dan´s brain just dropped down south

Chiharu:The motorcycle isn´t gonna help whatsoever

Naomi:You gotta figure out how to talk to woman

Cobra:Yeah this shit´s getting ridiculus

Shiba:Or you´re gonna be the creepy old guy down the street in the liquor store scaring everyone one day

Murayma:I would love that for him actually.

Hyuga:The thing with the liquor store is such a cliché i love it!

Yamato:Meanwhile Cobra with two new hot chicks or guys every week and he wildly waves his cane in the air.Damn it Cobra!

Chiharu:Until his teeth will fall out and someone slips on them

Rocky:I saw you with a girl....That ain´t gonna work.Give it up man.

Tetsu:Hangover Cobra.

Chiharu:Moral of the story never play never have I ever with Cobra-san.

Noboru:Long story short this man has done it all

Naomi:yeah and than needed to drink it all.

Cobra:I`m not the one who laughed at my own joke until I puked.

Yamato:At least he´s not vomiting like crazy.

Noboru:Not anymore at least

Shiba:eww,that´s disgusting.

Junko:looks like he has regret and bad memories for breakfast

Murayama:you gotta ask if he wants any greasy food

Hyuga:or just another drink

Rocky:great then he pukes again

Yamato:he slept in a minute after vomiting if I didn´t catch him his head would´ve spend the night on the toilet seat

Tetsu:He even had his beauty sleep infront of the toilet to be sure to reach it in time 

Hyuga:I would´ve loved to see that.

Murayama:Leave Cobra-chan alone you sadistic weasel

Rocky:greatest hangover cure is never stop drinking

Naomi:greasy pork sandwich served in a dirty ashtray

Dan:you´re nasty woman.

Naomi:You love it

Tetsu:Guess who they´re supposed to be!

Cobra:White Rascals?

Yamato:Noooo.That glowing red gotta be Daruma!

Murayama:I love this!

Hyuga:They wish they could party like Daruma

Smoky:Naomi would be a great Murayama.

Chiharu:A tear in the Matrix Universe thingy

Smoky:Would defenetly be a upgrade

Noboru:She´s less insane tho.

Murayama:I would call myself creative in the crazy department not insane.

Rocky:that´s even worse

Cobra:Oya would go down most of those crazed Hiyenas can´t even speak to woman

Murayama:Your precious Dan can´t either.

Dan:OI!

Tetsu:Only happy when it´s about food

Murayama:or tequila and violence

Yamato:That was always like that Cobra loves candy

Noboru:He still can´t out-eat Yamato tho

Naomi:We tested that once.

Chiharu:What?!really?!

Naomi:Kohaku told him no,so he needed to do it to prove him wrong

Noboru:He was miserable for two days after that

Yamato:Cobra did great for a while but gave up eventually.

Smoky:His blood is replaced with sirup by now

Naomi:Yeah like this one time he made a salad out of candy

Junko:explains the sweet personality

Dan:what sweet personality??????

Shiba:yeah he´s giving liquorice  

Oshiage:Old one.

Tetsu:Wound treatment time!

Murayama:He still eating tho?!?!

Rocky:Than it ain´t that bad.

Smoky:He looks miserable.

Cobra:Naomi´s chamber of torture

Naomi:Shut your cakehole!I do what I can.

Hyuga:Dumbasses are accident prone.

Yamato:Crazy that nothing ever happens with your fireworks

Noboru:Luck is with dumbasses

Chiharu:Then why do we always end up hurt

Tetsu:We don´t always do

Chiharu:Cobra-san looks like he went through a meat grinder after most fights

Cobra:I´m just dedicated.

Yamato:Self sacrificing asshole

Cobra:Eat your food and shut up or I´ll shove it in there.

Noboru:Behave or Naomi get´s the wound cleaning ointment that hurts

Junko:We should replace the bandaids with Hello Kitty

Shiba:I´ll go buy some!

Tetsu:Smoking break

Rocky:Why isn´t Cobra driving his own car?

Yamato:Cobra doesn´t drive cars

Noboru:I mean he can but he´s miserable at it.

Naomi:Cobra drives like a madman

Cobra:I fucking don´t

Yamato:Yeah,Chiharu the first time he drove with you,left claw marks at the seat screaming I don´t wanna die

Chiharu:That´s mean I didn´t!

Dan:You had tears streaming down your face

Tetsu:At least we´re never late this way.As long as he keeps the windows up

Rocky:Why?!

Tetsu:Cobra screams at other drivers when he drives.I learned soooo many insults over the years like that

Noboru:My favorite was when he screamed:Did someone shit in your brain and forgot to flush or what´s not clicking that the fucking light is green you pisshead!

Dan:Or when he screamed your mother shoul´ve swallowed instead.

Rocky:lunatics

Smoky:I don´t wanna rain on your rollercoaster parade but you do know Cobra´s last name and the name of the gas station is on that car

Cobra:Yeah,that´s why the window is shut and Yamato turns up the music when I start screaming 

Hyuga:The one car I wouldn´t drive on the hood of is when Corba drives even tho it could be fun....

Murayama:It would be like a rollercoaster on the street we gotta try that!

Junko:Then don´t do it in Sannoh!

Shiba:Yeah make that crazy shit around Oya

Oshiage:Then risk Cobra hitting your little brother and his Oya friends?!

Shiba:He will be sick that day if he knows what´s good for them some of those demons should get a hit with that car anyways might do some good.

#high and low #sannoh rengokai #social media au #sannoh hoodlum squad #ichigo milk #high and low cobra #yamato #noboru #chiharu #tetsu #dan #rocky #murayama yoshiki #smoky #naomi #shibaman #oshiage #junko #white rascals #rude boys #oya high

[inkwell-intermission]

so i know your mobswitch mc = derse still and ts = prospit still, and i love that, but i’m wondering if you ever went over why jack noir & co would turn to detective work while team sleuth would go into crime? :0c

(slow pan over to over 6k words of my thoughts on this)

I may share extended thoughts at some point but I will somewhat summarize, I have more complicated thoughts on the scoundrels than I do on the company but essentially I view mobswitch as the exact same universe as the typical version within reason, but there was a moment in the past where different very minor decisions occured that snowballed into drastic change.

For example, Pickle Inspector has a powerful imagination and separately, schizophrenia, and at a point in his life on Prospit as a bureaucratic cog doing paperwork, a coworker is his is found to be engaged in heretical horrorterror worship which Prospit treats very harshly compared to Derse. PI mentions when everyone the man worked with is being interrogated that he had seen what could be construed as evidence of horrorterror influence in the man by other people, but what he knows is just hallucinations: things floating around the man in the air, whispering, so on. He's offered a position on the investigative team that is in charge of the witchhunts for heresy, but turns it down.

Innovator on the other hand is the version of PI who agreed. He's seen as a receiver of visions and a diviner who can sense evil and see truth where no one else can, and the respect, power and influence that gives him changes him over time, turning him into the somewhat more relaxed, magnetic and cruel personality you see in Metropolis Central.

Pickle Inspector turns down that job, deciding ultimately that the improved pay and living conditions isn't worth lying about his symptoms or imagining things wholecloth to throw people to executions or banishments. In a routine test a few months later when bureaucratic workers are tested for latent talents, he's shown to be a remarkable shot with a rifle and is extracted from desk work to find employment as a sniper on the front lines of the Prospit-Derse conflict, where he somewhat encounters Sleuth and Dick for the first time. Sleuth having served as messenger between the King and Queen, diplomat and emissary (Agent rather than Archagent), and Dick as a soldier on the ground.

Notably with the Crew vs. Company, the big shift at this point is the way Noir approached his relationship with the Black Queen and the governing body of Derse itself. Rather than stay Archagent and in an active rel-hate-tionship (lol) with BQ, before he even helps gets her exiled in a deal with the trolls he leaves his position, taking Dignitary, Droll and Brute with him. Rather than being anti-everything he specifically targets Derse's government and engages in smear journalism and muckraking which he will continue as Scout, sabotage and other specific criminal behaviors that leaned away from simply stabbing things and more on information gathering and organization to solve bigger problems. When they're exiled and end up in Metropolis Central, after the now joined remains of the Derse-Prospit governing bodies who escaped in the mass exodus take over the growing city founded by some chucklefuck (Scofflaw), they form the Company and take up detective work to help people who aren't being helped by the corrupt Fuzz and to uncover as many dirty government and business secrets as Scout's nosy heart desires. He works begrudgingly with the Fuzz, but is far less stab-happy and a bit more prone to getting his ass kicked because he thinks before he acts a lot compared to his opponents.

This is just loose coverage of how things are different, I've got more details nailed down for it than I've said here, of course :] also in terms of mobsterswitch i'll note that I have changed the names given to HB and CD traditionally, to Heedful Blandisher and Cheerful Draftsman to match my characterizations of them. I'm considering changing Scout's name too honestly, to Scurrilous Scout, because of scurrilous's meaning- despite it being used as a throwaway name invoked as Slick's exile name by Hussie? Scout is fine, but Scurrilous essentially meaning someone who creates scandals with the intent of damaging reputation is definitely the kind of thing that would be said about Scout in an attempt to discredit his muckraking, I think it fits really nicely. Besides, I really like carapacian names with obscure or less common words, and it feels like Peccant Scofflaw and the scoundrels got a lot more detailed thought in the names than the mc got? I dunno! It's fun! hope this is a decent response for now without writing a small novella lmao

#hs intermission #the felt #homestuck intermission #problem sleuth #midnight crew

[cafeinthemoon]

Don’t Leave Home - Chapter IX

Chapter 9/?

Wordcount 3,2k

Title Festival

Fandom Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing Toji Fushiguro X reader

Read the previous chapters

1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7 . 8

Symbols ⭕ . ➕ . 💛

Warning (s) none, the same of the previous chapter 😘

Tagging @brumous11, @darling-imobsessed, @areusquinn (are you still using this @ bc I can't tag you 😭) (if you want to be tagged in any of my stories, just send an ask or a message 😉)

N. A. So... After 7 fricking months (I guess), a new chapter of my beloved Toji fic is out today! 😭😭😭 You have no idea how I missed writing for him and his cute baby!

Anyways, just as I imagined, there will be an epilogue for this story, so that the present chapter might be considered the last one. In the epilogue, we will have a time skip, with some hints of their life together and an important conversation between mom reader and a teenage Megumi, for which I have a draft that brought tears to my eyes while I wrote it.

I want to thank every person who came here, read, liked, commented and showed support to this work, for it was my first story with these characters and a shot in the dark precisely because of this. I hope I did a good job in my representation of them as well as in putting baby!Megumi in the arms of the right people lol

Love, Debs 💜

You spent the whole morning at Toji’s house, helping him out with Megumi, recovering from the episode with the robber and working on yourselves.

At first, the baby was not willing to take another medicine – it was already difficult for him to eat even when you made his favorite food for breakfast earlier – but with patience you managed to convince him. He spent some time weeping because of the medicine’s weird taste after taking it, as well as for the sickness’ remaining symptoms, only stopping after tiring himself. From your part, you were not hungry and didn’t bother yourself sitting at the table, but you accepted the mug with black coffee Toji offered you and went to the sofa to sip it while he took the boy in his arms, taking him for a warm bath.

You took the opportunity to check on your phone for messages and missed calls, but there was nothing new, mostly to your relief: that time you just needed to rest. You left the phone in silent mode, putting it in your bag.

You laid your head on the sofa’s back and didn’t notice when you fell asleep again.

***

As midday approached, Megumi’s mood became a bit lighter, but he didn’t want to play, neither he wanted to sleep. You stood with him on the sofa while Toji went to the kitchen to cook something for lunch. You tried to refuse the meal by saying you could buy something on your way home, but your boyfriend stated that his girl was not going to leave his house starving.

– But I’m not even hungry! – you laughed – I’m still feeling the coffee in my stomach.

– You’re just afraid to prove my food – he replied, heading to the kitchen; and, already out of your sight, – But that’s something you’ll have to overcome sooner or later, darling.

-– Not gonna lie, I’m a bit afraid.

His response to your teasing came with feigned frustration, between the sounds of pans and tools upon the sink.

– You’re hurting my feelings with this, you know?

– Hmm I’m sorry – you giggled; Megumi, who has been silently watching your interaction, yelled something, as to join the conversation, making you laugh and turn to him – You see, Megumi-chan? Your father has quite a sensibility!

While the baby tried to speak, the sensitive father growled under the sound of vegetables being sliced:

– I heard that too!

***

You kept working as Megumi’s babysitter even after starting to date his father. Though you were doing this out of love, the need of money could not be denied, and you’ve already talked to Toji about your issues in this sense. When he asked if you had any idea of how much time you would need to fix them, you said you estimated three or four months. He then wanted to know what you were going to do after that, and you explained that you wanted to search for jobs in your study area.

– That’s a good plan, love – he complimented – But if you want me to keep paying you as a babysitter, that’d be good for me too. Fortunately or not, the kind of stuff I do will keep me employed for the rest of my life.

It also made sense to keep things professional for yet another reason: you both agreed that you shouldn’t move in together before making sure that you would work as a couple. Yes, you knew you were going to have fun and wanted to make it work, but you were aware that things don’t always go as we plan. And it would be better for the baby in case your plans went wrong; besides, you two shared the opinion that no matter how much love and good will were involved, making a mess with money was usually the main reason why family lives go down the drain.

Apart from the mundane, practical aspects of a relationship’s beginning, you couldn’t forget about the unsettling – you didn’t want to say supernatural or fantastic – side of the story: the secret behind Toji’s abnormal strength, his concern about his son’s resemblance with him, his strange connection with his family and the nature of his work. In comparison to everything you told him about yourself – if you didn’t count what he found out by himself – there were many things you were yet to know about him. Was all of this a shot in the dark? Yes, even more than your last relationship was.

But you couldn’t say you were regretting it.

***

Your first date coincided with the next calendar’s festival, to your own joy and Megumi’s: it was a breath of fresh air for you who hasn’t hanged out in a long time, both by the lack of time and money, and a happy opportunity for the little boy, who was reaching the age when he was supposed to start interacting with other people besides his relatives.

Toji, on the other hand, didn’t seem so excited when you came up with the idea.

At first, you thought he was just being grumpy or had some professional stuff to deal with and wasn’t wiling to tell you, but the thing is that he wasn’t fond of anything that resembled traditional events, so that he had little interest in taking part in it, preferring to engage in average, mundane entertainment alternatives. Not that it surprised you: since the start, he seemed what people would call a man of the world. Still, he was able to recognize when something was important to his loved ones, so that when you talked to him about your reasons to go and mentioned the effect it would have in his son, he agreed in attending the festival.

It was decided that you would not babysit that day, and he was not going to work as well: he would stay with Megumi and you would make your preparations separately, then you would pass by his house and you three would go together.

At the planned hour, you stopped in front of his door and took a deep breath. So… that was going to be your first date. Your first time hanging out as a couple. Should you be this nervous, after knowing him for months? You sighed. You were being dramatic, and you knew that. Toji would probably laugh if you say that to him.

You raised your hand… but never reached the bell.

The door was opened and you found Toji wearing a grey and black yukata, holding the baby on his right arm. You noticed he cut his hair, and thought it was better this way.

– You were breathing so loud that even Megumi heard you, darling – he smirked, touching your cheek with his fingertips – Come here.

His hand surrounded your waist and brought you closer, and you stood on tip toes to give him a kiss in response. Megumi, with his cute “mamas”, touched the gold hairpin that tied your hair up when you approached; you started talking about the pretty clothes his father got for him. It’s been weeks since he has recovered from that sickness, but you still found his endurance incredible: anyone who came to see and hear him now would never suspect he got sick that year. Maybe there was a great chance for him to become like his father in the future, but that didn’t seem so bad when you thought of it now.

You were wearing a yukata as well, but yours was of a more vibrant mixture of shades, with flowers of soft pink upon a magenta background. After playing with your hairpin, Megumi’s attention went to the colors of your clothes, since they were so different from what you used to wear.

– He’s so observant that sometimes I forget he’s still a baby! – you laughed while taking him in your arms; the boy tapped your shoulders with his tiny hands as a response.

– Ha! Can’t believe you only realized that now – Toji went to the house’s interior to take the baby’s bag, laughing.

He got back in a second and you headed to the nearest station.

***

Later, as you waited for the next train, Toji explained that the main source of his stress regarding those events lied on the social obligation of wearing traditional garment, something that reminded him of the time at his family’s house.

– They feel weird on my body, you know – he adjusted a sleeve as he spoke – I don’t even know why I brought this with me when I left. The guy who used to wear this is dead now, and he should stay like this.

You were fixing the baby’s collar while listening to him. You immediately stopped when he said that: you took a moment to understand that he was talking about himself.

– Ah… – you glanced behind – Look, it’s early. We still have some time if you want to go back and change these clothes...

You were going to say that you just wanted him to feel comfortable in the first place, but he didn’t let you finish.

– Nope. Don’t do this to yourself, darling – and with his index finger upon your lips, – It’s just one night. It won’t kill anyone.

The train’s arrival ended the conversation for you.

***

The sound of music reached you ears even before your feet crossed the festival’s entry.

Megumi, whose big eyes were wandering from one side to the other, absorbing every little thing from the new environment, almost jumped from your lap when he heard the cheerful noise: he was used to listen to the radio in low volume with you, so that the difference between the soft, recorded jams and the live performance by the traditional musicians wouldn’t go unnoticed by his little ears.

Toji laughed with the scene.

– That’s how real music sounds like, Megumi-chan – and with a glance at you – If you know what I mean.

You joined the game and gave him an annoyed humpf.

– Your father was today years old when he found out the Beatles are not American, Megumi-chan – you turned to the boy – Music is not his specialty, you know?

Now Toji was the offended one.

– Maybe, but my ears work quite well.

When you turned to him to reply, he looked away, but not so fast to hide the smile growing on his lips. You approached him and leaned your head on his shoulder, startling a bit when he passed an arm around you.

You didn’t need to walk for too long to see yourselves surrounded by countless tents selling food, offering games and anything you could imagine; above them, the bright decoration and the lines of lamps that were waiting for the evening to be turned on were hanging softly under the influence of the breeze. Everywhere you look, there was joy and beauty for you to appreciate.

The place wasn’t crowded yet, so that you could walk freely and observe your surroundings without interruptions. Thanks to this, when you were passing by one of the tents selling sweets Megumi spotted his favorite treat and started pointing at it with little screams of swee! Swee!

– So soon… – sighing, Toji headed to the tent to buy the sweets while you stood at another tent with the baby.

You were telling him that his dad was going to bring the sweet for him soon when a well known voice called you from behind.

– So… when were you going to present me your son, y/n-chan?

You turned around to find Mari dressed in a red yukata and a large smile on her face. Megumi looked at her and smiled, his little hands stretching to reach the hairpin’s jewels dangling between her hair. You told her he did the same with yours.

– Awn, you have such a good taste, don’t you? – she took the baby’s hands into hers – You’re such a pretty boy!

While he yelled something that Mari understood as a “thank you”, you say you thought she was on vacation. Your friend sighed and straightened up.

– Well, I should be on vacation, but we had a problem at work and now I’m gonna have to stay for a couple more days. That stupid Takahashi from the Human Resources department! It’s all his fault! Just promise me, y/n, that you will be a better professional than him when you get your degree!

You shrugged, not wanting to laugh at Mari’s little tantrum and make things even worse.

– I will do my best…

The conversation was interrupted when Megumi turned and saw his father coming back with his treat. The baby started jumping in your arms, happy to see the expected gift, as you noticed Mari silently observing the tall, broad man taking the spot beside you and bow down to give the sweet to his son, then turned to her to say hi.

– Hey. Toji Fushiguro, right? – she glanced at you with a look of you’re gonna to pay for not telling me half of the story, then gave him her largest smile – Y/n talked a lot about you. I’m Mari, by the way.

And then our worst fears became true: by the way Toji smirked and made a casual comment on how surprising was for him to know you talked that much about him and how frustrated Mari looked for not meeting him before, you knew none of them would leave you alone for that entire month.

***

The little amount of time it took for Megumi to get along with Mari to the point she could carry him in her arms and make him forget about you for minutes straight was surprising even to you, despite what Toji said about him enjoying being picked up by other women.

Now your friend was playing a game at a tent, trying to win a teddy bear for the baby, but as far as you could see, Megumi was more interested in the game itself than in the prize, pointing his little fingers at the dices and colorful pieces she was tossing inside the bowl: he had enough toys at home and, as you already noticed, he wasn’t as fond of stuffed animals and dolls as much as he was of cards and colorful bricks, which suggested his future preferences. When you talked about this to Toji one day, he replied that this wasn’t a big a surprise to him at all, but “it would be good if the little guy grew up to become smarter than me, you know?”. You sighed and told him not to speak about himself that way, for his own sake and the baby’s, but he just laughed and kissed your cheek in response.

– Good to have you trying to heal my soul like this, darling.

It was already dark, and the lamps were turned on a few minutes ago, revealing an interesting sequence of colors with the predominance of red, pink and blue. The crowd was getting thicker, and you had to stick to your boyfriend’s arm to not stay behind. Mari, who finally won the game, rushed back to your side while Megumi was holding the bear; it wasn’t as big as she promised him, but it was just as cute, and he seemed content in holding auntie Mari’s gift in a tight embrace.

At some point, you reached an enormous stone staircase that would lead to the upper gardens, where you would find benches to rest your feet (or not, since there seemed to be even more people up there) and an incredible view of the entire festival. Because you haven’t spent even an hour at the event, none of you were really tired, so you three accepted to face the stairs… and after minutes of what felt like a true climb, you reached the gardens. Toji was the only one who wasn’t panting, while you took a moment to finally being able to speak again and Mari only arrived some time later, not much better than yourself: she made some pauses along the way because of the baby, who was staring at her and wondering where did all her energy go. You offered to hold him for a moment, but she said she was fine and soon approached a bench occupied by some teenagers; she convinced them to give her a spot only by standing near with the child, but you knew that she wasn’t above pretending a fainting or anything to get the bench only for her.

You crossed your arms and observed the scene with a sort of worry.

– I wonder if it’s a good idea to leave Megumi with her for so long. I’m not so fond of the influence she might have over him…

You heard your boyfriend chuckling by your side, then a strong hand reached your waist, bringing you closer to him.

– Whereas I myself not only approve her as my son’s new auntie but also understand exactly what she’s trying to do – and when you turned to him and met his smirk, – And you should have done it too by now, love.

Well, after that you couldn’t say you haven’t: Mari was acting like a true friend, trying to get you some time alone with your man, as you still haven’t had since your made it all official. You glanced at her one last time, but she was so distracted in her conversation with the baby that she didn’t notice, or pretended she didn’t.

Toji led you through a narrow path between a line of benches and flowerbeds, stopping at the woody parapet painted in red, through which you could see the various tents down there and the people going from one to another; beyond them, there was another part of the gardens that you would probably not visit that time because of its extension, but your current spot was a privileged one, making it possible for you to appreciate the beauty of the trees under the last light of the day: at the horizon, there was a thin, orange line left by the sun, blended with pink and purple above it, changing the shades of everything.

When you stopped by the red bar, you noticed it was at your chest’s height. A bit annoying, really, but you were still able to appreciate the landscape.

Toji decided to make it the next target of his provocations.

– Is everything okay down there? – his fingers tickled your back – Want me to lift you?

You turned to him to reply, but never had the chance to do so: he passed his hands on your waist and took you in his arms, so that you had to throw your arms around his neck to keep your balance; you let out a little gasp, making him laugh.

– Wow, what is it? Are you afraid of heights, darling?

– Do you want me to slap you in front of everybody? – you replied, not holding back your own laughter.

It wasn’t so dark for you to not see each other’s face yet. Thanks to this, you found a playful look in his green eyes and a grin that matched the verbal response you received for your threat.

– I’m dying to see you doing it.

You touched his face, but not in a slap: your fingers caressed his jawline, as your thumb rushed over the scar on the corner of his mouth.

– Be patient, then – you kissed his lips, smiling – I wanna be gentle first.

#jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fic #toji fluff

[maxsix]

#stray kids #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #you know how there are those big tumblrs who make stuff like 30 seconds after the video gets released #i am not that kind of tumblr #haha #this is quite old by now #but it's really pretty #he always looks so striking in red and black #i weirdly miss his long black hair #maxsixgif #i love that chair #i love how they panned to him after Chan's shots #i think they're the most powerful duo in Skz #i support the hyunchan agenda

[akaashisupremacy]

Yours Truly

Summary: Having broken off your engagement for an arranged marriage with Gojo, your relationship is in shreds. As you and Gojo try to pick up the pieces, he wonders if you can still give him a second chance. Will you? 

Notes: Broke my heart in half to write this fic for Gojo ✌️😩

Gojo Satoru  x reader

Multi-fandom Masterlist || HQ Masterlist || Ao3 version

Genre: ANGST AND PINING, exes to friends to ??, commitment issues lol, some fluff if you wink (wc: 1.1k) 

“What are you doing here?” you exclaim in the dark, stumbling back at the shadow that looms in front of you.

You’ve bumped into Gojo Satoru in the kitchen commons. He’s fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping. His presence is definitely visible because it’s past midnight and all you can hear up to this point are the crickets.

“What are you doing here?” he looks accusingly at you with his eyes wide, “I live and work here!”

He has one hand on his hip and another on a mug of coffee. His reply irks you. He supposedly asked you out on a date tonight and he cancelled last minute for what you thought was a job that was just taking longer than expected again. Was he home all this time?

You were wary of Gojo when he asked you out recently. Not only was he your ex-fiancee, he also has a playboy reputation.

“I’m here to make myself dinner after a long day of working on the school barriers.” you sniff, “And I’m also here to ask why you couldn't  meet up with me. Again.”

You glare. He shifts uncomfortably on the doorway.

“Can you make up your mind about me? I know you want to fix things, but if you’re going to keep cancelling, might as well stop. We don’t have to date or hang out.” you scowl.

He pulls out a chair for you to sit down. “Let me make things up to you. I’ll make dinner for the both of us. I haven’t eaten either. Just got home.”

“Oh,” you remark. Ok, maybe he hasn’t been home all this time.

You quietly sit as he prepares a quick dinner for the both of you. He’s never cooked for you before. It was always you who did the cooking, granted you were arranged to be married when you were kids and you stopped talking as teenagers. It’s complicated.

You watch him put pots on the stove and chop vegetables up on your old school kitchen counter. It’s too quiet, too late, too dark in here. 

“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” you murmur.

He shakes his head.

“Your instincts aren’t wrong. Part of me wishes that us trying to date would end badly to prove that I was right all along, that there was no way this could work. But part of me wants to be wrong for once. I think you would like to grow old with me and all that stuff.” he admits, throwing vegetables into a pan without looking at you.

“This isn’t going to work if you’re just doing this for me.” you reply.

The sizzling of the vegetables almost covers up his next words, “It’s just difficult for me to admit that I have feelings for you, ok?”

“You’re endlessly kind to me and I’m the type to take advantage of kindness. I don’t want to drain you.”

You scoff, “I’m not 15 anymore. I have more boundaries. Give me some credit. You overestimate my compassion.”

As he continues to cook, his bandages start coming loose. His usual black cover for his eyes is gone. It must be laundry day. You stand to tie them for him. Your fingers are nimble, deftly untying the sloppy knots he put up in a rush and retying them firmly.

“You still remember.” he notes with surprise.

“You taught me. How could I forget?” you remark softly, returning to your seat and crossing your arms.

While he plates the food, he asks another question. The kitchen is barely lit. A single light bulb above the table is all the light there is. His shadow follows him as he moves.

“How could you still treat me like this?” he finally sits across you, words peeling with intense sentiment.

“Like what?” you ask curiously.

“Like I’m worth a second chance.”

You smile drily, trying to hide the pain beneath your eyes. You too wonder if he's worth another shot. Although your head knows that maybe he isn't, your heart says otherwise.

“I’ve accepted my lot in life, that I’m not going to deserve everything I get. Sometimes it’s just arbitrary.“ you sigh, “It sucks sometimes. I did get the short end of the stick, but I don’t want to shut you out of my life because of that.”

Gojo pauses with his chopsticks midway between his mouth and his food. He puts them down.

“You’re too much of a saint for me.”

“And you’re a sucker for that apparently.” you half-snort, half-roll your eyes. He can’t help chuckling.

His pauses then his face is serious all of a sudden.

“You know how Ieiri-san always jokes that I’m always a little in love with you? Well it’s true. I’m still a little in love with you and I grow more in love with you every time I see you. I don’t really know why.” His voice is a mix of bitterness, heartbreak and confusion.

You put your utensils down and reach out from under the table to grasp his fingers.

“I haven’t changed.” he hesitates to take your hand, his face ridden with guilt. He pulls away, “Don’t do this.”

You gently shake your head and indignantly keep your hands out.

“This isn’t about that. This is about being here for you, even if I'm not your fiancée. I’m here as just me.”

“How can you be so kind after I’ve hurt you all these years?” he asks, completely stupefied. 

“I came to the conclusion that you didn’t intend to hurt me.” you shrug,  “When you chose to be with other people, it wasn’t because you didn’t like me or wanted to spite me. It was because of things outside of our relationship: the familial pressure, the control and so on.”

“If it was just the two of us, you wouldn’t spite me. You have no reason to.” you add softly. He finally reaches out to hold you. His hands are not too warm or calloused. His fingers are slender and his grip firm.

Gojo is moved beyond words. He’s used to receiving attention and affection, but always in exchange for something: his time, his body, his power. You’ve never asked any of that. You give yourself unconditionally with all the tenderness you could spare, asking nothing in return.

What is this feeling? Hope? Redemption? Vindication? Whatever it is, it pushed him to look at you, quelling the sob rising in his chest.

How far you’ve both come. How far you have left to go.

After the meal, he insists on cleaning up. He turns to you when he’s done. You’ve passed out with your hand on the table. It’s been a long day.

Gojo shuffles through the nearby rooms for some clean blankets. He drapes one over your shoulders and readies to turn off the light in the kitchen. Right before he leaves, he catches a glance at you. He goes back to get another blanket and pulls out the chair in front of you and closes his eyes. He has a lot of time to make up for.

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I wrote this as a follow up for another Gojo x reader fic who used to be engaged. This is 3 out 4 so let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the rest of the releases! 😊

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[zuko-always-lies]

Ty Lee: (surprised) What? You were jealous of me? (gestures toward herself) Um, but, you're (gestures toward Azula) the most beautiful, smartest, perfect girl in the world. Azula: (turns away from Ty Lee) Well, you're right about all those things. (The camera pans across the room full of teen boys) But for some reason when I meet boys they act as if I'm going to do something horrible to them. Ty Lee: (laughs) But you probably would do something horrible to them. (Azula turns back toward Ty Lee, looking a bit sad) I'm sure they're just intimidated by you. Ok, look, if you want a boy to like you just look at him (close shot of Ty Lee) and smile a lot and laugh at everything he says, even if it's not funny.

I saw something on r/Azula that made me remember this.  Apparently, Azula has tried to pick up boys in the past. Which probably implies she snuck out of the palace and disguised herself in order to try this, or maybe tried to do it some time she was in disguise during her mission in the Earth Kingdom, because princesses do not attempt to pick up boys. Although I suppose it’s possible that Azula was generalizing based on her experience with Chan, or tried to pick up a couple people after Chan and absolutely failed at it. Or maybe she’s just generally comparing her loneliness on the beach and the way that boys ignored or reacted poorly to her with the success Ty Lee had. 

P.S. It’s interesting when combined with this:

Zuko: Why didn't you tell those guys who we were? Azula: I guess I was intrigued. (Cut to shot of Azula sitting next to Ty Lee) I'm so used to people worshipping us. Ty Lee: They should. Azula: Yes, I know, and I love it! But for once, I just wanted to see how people would treat us if they didn't know who we were.

If Azula has tried this sort of thing before, it would really make “us” the operative word here.

In any case, this does hint at “actual teenager Azula.”

Edit: Although it would be hilarious if Azula is basing “when I meet boys they act as if I'm going to do something horrible to them” on her subordinates and enemies being intimidated by her “battlefield persona,” while by contrast Ty Lee manages to successfully flirt with the enemy during the middle of battle.

#Azula #Azula meta #The Beach

[nightshade-minho]

-Blue Book- (12)

Warnings: negative emotions like heartbreak, envy etc, alcohol, excessive consumption of alcohol, making out etc.

Wc: 6.1k

You shot awake, groaning as you clutched the bed sheets tightly. Fuck, that was a terrible nightmare. You pushed the sheets off you, your skin feeling clammy and your hands sweaty.

"Y/n? You okay?" 

You turned to see Minho looking at you, his face covered in concern as he tentatively placed his hand on your arm, tilting his head.

"I'm fine..." You sighed and shook your head, sitting up straighter. "Really...it was just a bad dream." You mumbled, sliding out of the bed and glancing back at Minho with a reassuring smile. 

"Oh. Okay...' He stood up as well, adjusting the sheets and tucking them back in. 

"What do you want for breakfast?" 

You sighed and looked at the clock on Minho’s wall, pressing your lips together. "It's almost lunchtime. We definitely slept in...I am hungry, though." 

"Fine, call it brunch. Either way, it's food." He chuckled, heading out of the door as you followed him with a giggle.

Minho opened his fridge, glancing over at you. "Your phone was ringing at midnight, by the way. i was going to answer it but whoever it was gave up before I could pick up. I didn't want to wake you.” He said as he took out ingredients for omelettes, placing them on the counter. 

"Oh...it was probably Felix. I didn't exactly tell him I was staying at your place." 

"Ah, that explains it. Go, call him. I'll be done with this soon." he said, pointing to the currently empty pan.

You nodded and went back to the bedroom to grab your phone, heading to Minho's balcony as you dialled Felix’s number.

***

Felix was cleaning the dishes when he heard his phone ring. He looked over at the contact ID quickly, heaving a sigh of relief mixed with anger. He glanced at Chan before answering your call, putting you on speakerphone.

"Y/n! I was fucking worried sick! Chan told me you walked out without any explanation and then you didn't come back home, and-" 

"Woah woah, chill. I'm at Minho's, I stayed the night." 

"Oh..." Felix paused. He didn't miss the way Chan's already dull expression morphed into something even more sour at the mention of Minho’s name.

"I’m glad you're safe but...that still doesn't excuse what you did. You could have called. Instead, you let me worry." 

You sighed, guiltily. "I know...that was a dick move. I’m sorry, Lixie."

Felix sighed reluctantly. "I accept your apology, Y/n...you know I can't stay mad at you when you call me that." He pinched his forehead, trying not to let affection overcome him.

You giggled. "I know. My sunshine boy~ You can never be angry for too long, huh?" 

Felix fought off his smile, shaking his head. 'Yeah, enough of the buttering. You need to get back here soon, and help me with the decorations to show me you’re really sorry."

"Decorations?" You asked, confused as you heard Minho call out for you. Turning back around, you went back into the kitchen, grinning as you saw the buttery golden omelettes he'd placed on the plates. 

"They look so fluffy..." you mouthed, as Felix replied. "Yeah, for the party." he explained. "It's Jisung's birthday today, I thought you knew? Don’t tell me you forgot! The party's at our place-" 

"Oh! Fuck, I did forget about that, Lix- "

"It’s okay, just come home quick. Bring Minho if you’d like, we could definitely use the extra help." 

You nodded. "Sure, I'll be there right after breakfast." 

You shut down your phone, sitting down at the table and grabbing a fork, digging into the eggs. Minho looked up, swallowing before he spoke.

"Jisung’s birthday, huh? I can't believe you almost forgot. He's going to be very mad." Minho teased, waving his fork in the air at you and smirking.

"Too bad he'll never find out." You said smugly. "Right?"

"Right." Minho chuckled. "How are the eggs?"

"Amazing. Why are you and Felix such naturals at cooking? And then there's me, nearly burning down the kitchen the last time I tried." 

"Hey, it’s not your fault. It was the oven’s. We needed to fix it anyway." He laughed, continuing to eat his food. 

"I guess so." 

There was a comfortable silence for a bit as Minho watched you eat what he’d cooked for you. He hummed, realizing how calm he felt around you. Your presence made him feel so safe and secure. 

You seemed to really be enjoying what was on your plate. Moaning softly in appreciation, you took another bite, his cheeks flushing at the sound.

“This is...wow. Perfect.” You grinned up at him, chewing enthusiastically.

Minho wished he could cook for you every morning, for the rest of his life.

***

"You're finally here!" Felix shook his head, flinging the door open wide as he beckoned the two of you in. 

As you entered, your eyes immediately spotted Chan standing on the couch, hanging up a ‘Happy Birthday’ banner onto the wall. You inhaled sharply, your heart already beginning to pound errantly at the sight.

"We already did a lot of it without you..." he sighed. You gasped as you looked around the room, which had been completely transformed. There were tiny star-shaped lanterns hung from the ceilings, and the couch had been moved to the side, to provide space to dance. The living room was much cleaner, a stark contrast from how it looked yesterday.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I just overslept. Last night was weird. At least my headache is gone." You admitted. You felt Chan glance at you at that, quickly looking away before you could return his look.

Chan swallowed. His heart had dropped when he saw you and Minho walk into the room, together. One could only presume you'd stayed the night at his place. He felt overcome with jealousy, his chest rising and falling as he breathed heavily, desperately trying to focus on the task at hand.

Envy. It was an emotion he had always been quite familiar with, unlike happiness. The person he was envious of had been and still was Minho. Minho, who he'd used to call his best friend. 

First Miyoung, now you. Everything somehow circled back to him.

However, the jealousy he was feeling was a lot more profound this time. With Miyoung, there had been no illusions. Chan had been trying his best to win her over, but with no luck. Deep down, he’d known she was a lost cause.

With you, though...there was a time when he’d been almost sure you were the one, that you belonged to him...a time when he’d thought you were in love with him too. 

It wasn't like Chan to dream. He wasn't one to believe in happily ever afters, really. They just weren’t realistic enough...

But, for a brief moment, you had made him want one. 

Maybe that was why the bitter reveal had been all the more cruel... Minho, taking away what he considered his once more.

The thing was- Chan knew you were a human being. Not an object for him to claim. He wanted you to be happy...but would you be happy with Minho? He’d despised you back then. Chan still remembered the pure hatred that spewed out of Minho every time he talked about you. Had that been a ruse? Had he ever hated you? Or were you two secretly seeing each other the whole time, working together to undermine him and ruin the rest of his life?

Okay, so maybe that was a little far-fetched and absurd. Still...he didn’t know what to believe anymore.

Chan sighed and looked back at his banner, deciding to ignore the both of you.  

You tore your eyes away from Chan. Looking back at Felix, you hummed and tucked your hands in your pockets, breathing in.

"So, what do you want us to do?"

"Hm, let's see...we've got decorations and catering left. Minho can help me cook and you-" 

Your eyes widened. No way- Felix wouldn’t suggest you help Chan with the decorations, right? He knew better than to leave the two of you alone again.

You saw Chan freeze for a moment as well, although his back was turned away from you. Good to know he felt the same way.

Felix sensed the tension rising, quickly trying to salvage the situatiom. "Hm actually, Y/n... I think I’ll need your help with the food. Especially with the drink choices, you're always the best at that!" He turned to Minho, clapping his hands decidedly. 

"You can help Chan with the decorations, Min." 

Minho nodded after a moment of reluctance, grimacing as he went over to inspect the banner Chan was putting up. Felix took you to the kitchen as you heaved a sigh of relief, placing your hand on your chest. “That was a close call.”

He took out the menus he wanted you to pick from, as he watched your expression. 

"Why'd you leave last night, anyway?" He muttered sadly, carefully inspecting your face. 

You thought back on it. Why did you? Last night was kind of fuzzy in your mind, to be honest. You couldn’t even recall the final straw that had made you storm out of the house. It wasn’t like you to be this spontaneous. 

"Chan was annoying me, and making my headache worse. So I left." You shrugged. 

"...Right." Felix rolled his eyes. "Look, I didn't want to say anything at first, but you do realize we're all grown up now, right? It's time for us to put all that high school shit in the past. I know Chan did some pretty shitty things but is it really that hard to forgive him? Minho was terrible as well- maybe even worse, yet you forgave him." He pointed out. 

"Minho spent years grovelling and apologizing for his behavior. So what if he was mean, he's changed! It's clear to see. With Chan, I'm not so sure. I can feel the hate he has for me practically rolling off him.” You stared at the floor, trying not to let those memories overtake you. “Besides...I thought I told you. Chan’s betrayal hurt more cause I genuinely thought he cared about me.” You mumbled.

“Then again, I was stupid and naïve, so I don’t really have anyone else to blame but myself."

"Chan doesn't hate you..." 

"Really? I find that hard to believe." You raised an eyebrow. "If he’s a mature adult, I think he should come and try to talk to me about what he did. I'm not the one who did something wrong here, so I won't approach him. If he wants to apologize, he can."

You sighed as you pulled the menu over to yourself. "But, as long as he continues to be petty, you better believe I'll play his game." 

Felix sighed and nodded. "You know what...sure. Whatever." He made a mental note to himself, deciding to talk to Chan later. He couldn’t bear to stand on the sidelines any longer. He had to do something. 

"I'm staying at Minho’s until he leaves." You added, ripping Felix out of his thoughts. Humming, you examined the drinks menu he handed to you.

Felix shrugged, noting down the names of the drinks you circled. "Okay. Ooh, the old gang will all be here tonight!" He let himself smile, ignoring your icy demeanor. Looking up, he sighed as he noticed the scowl still present on your face. “Come on Y/n, lighten up! Let’s forget about Chan for a second, shall we? Forget about what he did to you. Forget about whether or not you want to forgive him. Just...treat him like you would any other normal person, okay?"

You groaned, standing up straight as you rubbed your forehead. Ugh, maybe you should listen to him. All these negative emotions were really exhausting, and you could definitely do without them. 

"Sure...fine. I can do that...I think." 

"Good girl.” He smiled proudly. “Now, let's do food..." 

***

Minho and Chan hadn't said a word to each other for the past hour. They communicated mainly through grunts and hand gestures, as they decorated the space in silence.

Between the mutual hate and jealousy, there wasn’t much room for a good relationship between them anymore. They were virtually strangers, and honestly would prefer to keep it that way. 

Chan kept glancing at Minho though, biting his lip. He inhaled, working up his courage to say something.

“So...how’s Y/n? Are you taking care of her?"

What kind of question was that? Minho frowned, nodding. "Uh...yeah?" 

Chan nodded, biting his lip as he looked at the decorations again. "Cool." He hated the way his heart was filled with dull hatred, anger and pain. A mass of negative emotions had settled in him over the years, and they definitely weren’t going to budge any time soon.

However...when he’d seen Minho again, some of the anger had melted away, kind of. The man was no longer the same person he’d been back then. More confident, yet also more vulnerable...he strangely reminded him of you, before you'd shattered your rosy view on life and opted for a more practical outlook.

There was an awkward silence as they continued their work. Minho felt guilt slam against his ribs as he caught a glimpse of Chan's face.

He looked void of hope. Calm, yet not in a good way. The kind of calm that came from losing everything.

There was a tiny part of him that wanted to make it all better for Chan. Tell the truth to you, and come clean. After all, Chan was once his closest friend. The two practically grew up together. Minho recalled how he’d go over to Chan’s every day after school, playing video games in his basement and generally horsing around. He smiled to himself as the memories came back to him. Memories of helping him steal his dad’s Playboy magazine...consuming an unhealthy amount of energy drinks and crisps as they hung out, content in each other’s company.

But then, he thought about you. No. He just couldn't lose you to Chan. Besides, he wasn’t even completely sure if the truth would make you forgive Chan. Maybe it would just turn you against Minho.

Chan was handsome...he was kind, muscular, loving. He would have no problem finding someone. 

Minho on the other hand...he'd never loved anyone the way he did you. The emotions were alien, and yet so exciting. It was confusing, really- he couldn’t tell if he liked these feelings or not. 

It wasn’t like he was stripping Chan of his soulmate or anything. It just wasn't a big deal. Right?

Then why was there so much fucking guilt, heavily weighing down his heart? Why was it impossible to breathe?

**

Despite having been thrown together last minute, the party was admittedly going well. The rest of the boys came soon after you and Minho, helping Felix finish off the preparations and transform the space.

Jisung of course, true to his nature, came ‘fashionably late’, after the rest of the guests had already arrived. His grand entrance lacked the raining confetti he’d initially wanted, but it was still cool. After all, he should have known putting Hyunjin in charge of it was a bad idea.

By now, the party was in full swing. Jisung loved being the centre of attention, and that little fact was made increasingly evident with the way he was dancing in the middle of the living room, a pink feather boa thrown around his shoulders. There were drinks being passed around everywhere, people dancing and having fun in every corner. it reminded you of the few college parties you'd gone to. 

College, safe to say, weren’t exactly the best years of your life. You didn't really have any friends, and Chan had been on your mind throughout it all. He was a barrier; blocking you from living your life as a normal person.

He sat in the back of your mind, a memory from high school that threatened to never leave you. To always stick with you, reminding you that you weren't worthy. You weren't deserving of his love...all you did was play the part of a tool, to help him get the girl he was really after. Was that really all you were good for?

It wasn’t Chan you were hung up on. The implications were what truly hurt. The thought that you wouldn’t ever be worth enough to anyone, the thought that love just didn’t exist for you.

You stood in the corner with Felix, sighing as you finished your third shot of the evening. Forget it. Focus on the party right now, the one you’re supposed to supervise. 

Nodding your head to the beat, you looked over the crowd. "Damn, Changbin's a really good DJ. We saved so much money on that one..." You eyed a drunken party goer almost knocking over the vase on the table, wincing. 

"This place is going to be a fucking mess by tonight, and I'm sure at least one thing will end up broken. It’s good we managed to save some money." You sighed, and Felix nodded. "Amen to that. It’ll be a nightmare to clean.'' Felix sighed, running his eyes over the floor which was already covered with a thin layer of trash. 

Minho suddenly slid next to the two of you, swallowing the remnants of the clear liquid in his glass as he grabbed your arm. His words were already slurred, and he’d definitely had a lot more drinks than you.

"Don't worry, we'll all help clean up! What are we here for?”

“Hm, does that mean you guys will be staying here overnight?”

Your eyes widened slightly. No. Minho noticed your expression, humming thoughtfully before shaking his head.

“Can’t. My cats. They don’t like being alone for too long." He took your hand in his. "Y/n and I will be here early tomorrow morning to clean up." 

You looked up at him thankfully, and then back at Felix. "Yeah." 

He eyed the two of you, gaze flitting from one to the other. "Okay...sure.”

The music was way too loud, the floor and walls thrumming to the beat. The three of you relaxed against the wall, collectively watching as the man Hyunjin was dancing with whispered something in his ear, a cheeky smile gracing his face. The bedroom eyes were clear to see, even from here.

You frowned, narrowing your eyes at the sight. "Oh god, please tell me he's not going to-" 

Hyunjin smirked, taking the man's hand and leading him off in the opposite direction, through the small crowd. 

Your eyes widened. "I swear to god, if it’s my room they’re going to be fucking in, I’ll-" 

Felix giggled as he patted your back sympathetically, Minho holding you back and chuckling. "Hey, hey- it's ok. I’m sure they won’t go all the way here, they’ll probably just make out in the bathroom and then go back to his place. Don’t worry." 

You groaned and slumped in Minho’s hold. "I guess Hyunjin does know better." 

Felix hummed in agreement, chortling. He looked over at the plates on the table that were gradually emptying, and sighed.

"Guys, wait here for a bit. Gotta refill those." 

You nodded as Felix left for the kitchen, turning back to Minho. Sighing, you leaned against the wall as you looked around the room properly. 

"You and Chan did a good job on the decorations." 

"It was mostly him." Minho exhaled. You pressed your lips together, shrugging. 

The room was dimly lit in a purple glow thanks to the lamp in the corner, as well as the plenty of stars that were hung from the ceilings. It was beautiful, and you were a little miffed that none of the guests were sober enough to truly appreciate it.

Jisung danced over to the two of you suddenly, shaking his neck and laughing loudly. "Hey you two!!” He wiggled his body to the music, grinning. “Come on guys, stop being wallflowers and come partaayyyy!" 

You chuckled and shook your head. "I don't know about-"

Jisung pouted at you, coming really close to you and placing his hands on your shoulders. "Pleeeaaase? For the birthday boy?" he asked, his eyes big and puppy like, his lips formed into a pout. 

You stared him down, but just couldn't resist as a smile broke out on your face. "Ugh, fine." 

"Good girl!" Jisung exclaimed drunkenly as Minho smirked, chuckling to himself as Jisung took his hand as well as yours, leading the two of you into the crowd. 

Jeongin was on the floor as well, surprisingly dancing up a storm as he grinned at you. Ah well. If Jeongin could, why not you? You might as well take advantage of the buzzing in your veins.

You immediately started dancing, moving your body to the beat and trying your best to look graceful and sexy. However, the alcohol was messing with your system, and it was difficult for you to coordinate your moments right. 

Minho laughed fondly at your failed attempts. It was adorable, how you danced like a baby giraffe learning how to walk. 

"Hey." He grabbed both of your arms, making you look at him. You looked into his eyes, a questioning look in them. 

Minho inhaled. He almost forgot what he was going to say. Fuck that, he almost even forgot his own name. Did he have to feel like this every single time you so much as glanced at him?

"I'll help...this is how you dance." He moved behind you, pressing your back to his chest lightly. Your breathing turned shaky as he started guiding your movements carefully.

"See...like that. Got it?" 

You nodded. "I think so..." You continued dancing, now looking a lot more sensual and less like a baby animal.

You got the hang of it soon enough. Minho was about to let go of you, but you held onto him before he could. 

“Dance with mee.” You giggled, pouting up at him. He smiled down at you, inhaling. 

“Okay~”

***

Chan watched from across the room as Minho and you danced, pressed to each other. He downed yet another shot, hoping the stinging alcohol would help him forget his worries and pain, at least just for a bit. 

Fuck envy. It was definitely the worst of them all. Despite the anger he had towards you, all he wanted to do was march onto that dance floor and pull you away from Minho. He wanted to be the one dancing with you instead.

He was so...so unsatisfied. The alcohol melted away his inhibitions, and now his emotions were all over the place, even more so than before.

Unsatisfied. That was it. He wasn't able to be productive, wasn't doing anything with his life merely because of his unfinished business with you. 

He knew he couldn’t blame you. You’d definitely come to know about the bet, probably why you’d left him. Although why Minho? God, the shock of seeing you two together that day was still fresh.

You were more than just a bet to him, and he wished you knew that. More than a blue book. 

You were...you. You were the prettiest, sweetest, most talented girl he’d ever met. 

You’d changed since the last time he saw you. More cynical. Rough, defensive. He didn't blame you. That...that was his fault. The reason why you were like that.

Despite that, he could still see traces of the old you. The you he’d fallen in love with. It had not gone anywhere, really. It was still inside you...somewhere.

Chan was starting to feel profound regret at the way he’d treated you. Was it stupid of him to think you’d still want him, after learning what he’d done to you? 

Chan sat up as he watched Minho's hand slide around your stomach, pulling you closer to him. 

Fuck, he almost wanted to throw up. He felt the anger course back into him, anger directed at you, at Minho, at his parents, everything.

That was it. He couldn't watch this, sitting in the corner drinking booze like some sort of pathetic idiot. 

No, you had to get a taste of your own medicine. 

Chan noticed the blonde in the crowd who had been eyeing him for ages. She was pretty enough, her features soft and smooth. On top of that, she was wearing possibly the shortest red dress he'd ever seen. Her fake tan was excessive, her cleavage abundant. 

In other words, she was perfect. Perfect for him to use as he put his drunken plan into action.

Chan stood up, finishing off his drink and setting the glass down. He made his way into the crowd, sidling up to the blonde. 

She smiled welcomingly, blinking up at him through her eyelashes. He grinned, glancing to the side as he moved closer to her. 

Hm, you hadn't noticed yet. He had to step it up. 

Placing his hands on her waist, he started moving her to the beat. Slowly he brought her closer to Minho and you, hoping that you would just look over for a second-

FInally! You noticed! A triumphant smirk formed on his face.

He wanted you to know that he didn’t need you. He wanted you to feel at least a little bit of the envy he was feeling. Again, it was the small victories that counted.

***

Your eyes wandered back to Minho, your throat feeling constricted as you tried your best to avoid the sight of Chan and the girl.

It was painful. So fucking painful. 

You still haven’t moved on from him, as much as you would have liked to. Watching him dance with her was leaving a bad taste in your mouth, your throat going dry.

They were all over each other. Her hands were around his shoulders and his were on her waist, their lips dangerously close as the racy music filled the room. 

You knew you were in a similar position with Minho at the moment, though. It was the alcohol blurring the lines, or you wouldn't be caught in such a compromising position with him, really. 

Still. This was different...right?

Fuck it, you just wanted an excuse to be angry at him. 

Chan somehow pulled the girl in closer, his hands slowly creeping down her waist and towards her ass. You swallowed and looked back at Minho before those hands could find their destination. Minho was looking at you with his eyebrow raised, his hands a little tighter on you.

"Everything okay, hm?" 

"Kinda..."

"Are you sure?" 

When you didn’t reply, Minho followed your gaze to Chan and the blonde, and then back to you. He put two and two together, sighing deeply.

"You deserve better, Y/n. You've got to move on." Minho swallowed. 

Yes, you did deserve better. Better than Chan, and better than him. You deserved someone who didn't keep any secrets from you, someone who would never even think of manipulating you. 

He despised himself for what he'd done. The way he behaved. As every second passed, the guilt grew. But how could he tell you? How could he even stand the chance of losing you? 

It was his fault. Everything was his fault. 

You noticed the sudden devastated expression on his face, frowning and cupping his cheeks to make him look at you. 

"Minho...are you okay?" 

"Mhm." Minho mumbled. "Uh...I need to go to the bathroom." His face was white as he let go of you swiftly, stumbling away as quickly as he could and disappearing in the crowd. 

You watched as he left, puzzled. Fuck, now you were alone. Just great.

You groaned under your breath, feeling Chan's gaze on you. Turning around slightly, you tried to avoid him, but unfortunately your eyes had already moved of their own accord.

His lips were on her neck, her back turned to you. However, he was looking right at you, an intoxicated smirk creeping on his face as he ran his eyes over you, all alone in the middle of a dancing crowd.

Biting your lip, you clenched your fists. You turned around, wading through the sweaty, grinding bodies, and made your way to the kitchen. You needed some peace and quiet. 

You filled up a glass of water, lifting it to your lips. The cool liquid ran down your throat, making you sigh in relief. It was so refreshing, a sharp contrast to the alcohol you’d been consuming all night.

You turned around, ready to go back into the room and find Minho when you slammed into a firm chest, blocking your exit.

Ugh. This couldn't be happening. 

"Move." 

"Shh.'' Chan shook his head, placing a finger under your chin and forcing you to look up at him. He caged you against the counter with his other arm, his eyes glazed over.

"Look. We both know- hic- that you and I have incomplete business-" 

You groaned, pushing him away slightly. "You're drunk, Chan." 

"I am not." He glared at you, placing his hand over his annoyingly broad chest, an offended look on his face. "Just a little tipsy, that's all..." 

You cringed, looking past him at the crowd. Ugh, where was Minho? Where was Felix? 

"Look at me..." 

You looked back at Chan, inhaling sharply. "What do you want?" 

Chan looked taken aback at your tone. He recovered slowly, stepping back and humming.

"I want…” He closed his eyes, sighing. “I want to know why you hate me." He said, his tone surprisingly even considering the amount of alcohol he’d knocked back.

"I- are you seriously asking me that question right now?" You asked incredulously. Seriously, how fucking dense could he be? 

"I am, Y/n. answer me." His slurred voice turned into a growl as he leaned in close. 

"I was nothing but nice to you, when no one else was...I loved you, I-"

You scoffed, interrupting him. "Oh wow, thank you so much.” You said sarcastically. “I think you and I both know all that was fake. You were fake, Chan- it didn't mean anything to you-" 

Chan slammed his hand on the counter next to you, making you flinch. 

"But it did! It fucking meant everything to me. It was the only thing that ever meant anything, and I'm sorry it had to happen the way it did, sorry I lost that damn boo-" 

"A simple sorry is not going to make me forgive you." You shook your head. "Get off me, Chan." 

"I don't want you to forgive me! For fuck's sakes, I just-" He breathed in, his voice turning soft as he ran a hand through his hair, his breathing shaky. 

"I just want to know why you chose him over me. He- he was worse-" 

"Huh?" His words were too slurred for you to recognize. "Look, Chan-" 

"Shut up." Chan shook his head, leaning in further. For a second, he scanned your eyes with his.

Fuck, he couldn’t believe he was about to do this. 

Inhaling softly, he smashed his lips against yours. 

It took you by complete surprise. Your heart felt like it was exploding- like a million, elephant sized butterflies were threatening to burst out. Shit, his lips were so fucking soft.

Was this actually happening?

It was. Insistent, yet gentle...his lips were all you could focus on. It felt overwhelmingly real, nothing like a dream. 

Warm. He’s so warm...

You resisted him for all of half a second, before melting into the kiss. Your hands snaked around his neck as he placed his under your thighs, lifting you up onto the counter. You were quickly getting yourself lost in him, the feeling of his lips on yours so familiar and yet so new. 

"Can't- can't get enough of you, don't think I ever will-" He mumbled incoherently against your mouth, his grip on you tight as he pressed against you.

Your mind was completely blank. There was no pride or anger in your head anymore, just Chan Chan Chan. His plump lips, moving against yours so passionately and swallowing all your breaths. It was partly due to the alcohol, yes- but also all the tension. Years of wondering if this moment would happen again.

And now it was.

“Chan-” You whispered into the kiss, tears pricking at your eyes.

This was a bad idea, it really was- you shouldn't be kissing him back like this. You were supposed to be mad at him- you were supposed to prove to him that you'd moved on. That you wouldn't let anyone use you like that ever again.

And yet here you were, right back at square 1. 

"Please, please..." he whispered, nipping at your already swollen lips with fervor as he dove right back in, caressing your back. 

His heart was pounding, unable to believe you were actually in his arms. Shit, he knew this was such a terrible idea. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

It was wrong, he knew it. Even if he believed he loved you more than Minho ever could, it was still wrong. You weren't his, and he had to learn to accept that. 

But...he needed one last kiss. One last kiss to let him know if you were a lost cause, or if you truly were meant to be his. He wanted to know. And so he deepened the kiss further, making you let out a small squeak that only made him want you more.

"Guys?" 

Chan pulled away, dropping you to the floor quickly as soon as he heard Seungmin's voice. 

Seungmin eyed the two of you, suspicion covering his face. You swallowed, subtly pulling down your skirt as you blinked, trying to adjust to the light that flooded your eyes. “Seung-”

Shit. Was that Minho, slumped against Seungmin’s body? 

He looked between the two of you, sighing as he saw your eyes on Minho. Minho’s eyes were closed, his forehead covered in sweat and his body limp. You moved forward, quickly rushing over to his side. “What happened?”

"Found him in the bathroom. He threw up, was crying on the floor. He didn’t tell me why...I’m assuming he’s just way too drunk." 

Minho looked up slowly, blinking and staring at you as he registered your face. "Y/n...." he stretched out an arm towards you, whining.

Seungmin groaned, Minho's weight clearly too much for him to support. "Y/n, please take him home. He needs rest. I'll explain to Jisung."

You couldn't look at Chan as you nodded. You carefully trained your stare on Minho as you went over to Seungmin, letting him transfer the man to you. 

"Min...you okay?"

He shook his head, gasping as he tried to take oxygen in. His eyes travelled past you, landing on a very remorseful Chan, his face covered in embarrassment.

You bit your lip, stroking his hair. “I’ll get him to the car. Tell Felix we’re going home, okay?” 

Seungmin nodded, heading back into the living room to find Felix after shooting a last glance at Chan.

You pressed down the urge to look back at him. Don’t do it, Y/n. You need to go home and re-evaluate your decision-making. Fuck, why didn’t you push him away?

You ignored the delightful tingling of your lips as you helped Minho out, most of the partiers completely oblivious as you dragged him out to the car, with a lot of difficulty.

You opened the passenger door with one hand, helping Minho in. He looked like he was on the verge of falling asleep, his mouth slightly open as he let out a soft snore. Chuckling to yourself, you patted his head before getting into the driver’s seat. You weren’t drunk enough to warrant calling a taxi, so you might as well save some money.

Tonight was...eventful, to say the least. 

Minho cracked one eye open slowly, watching as you drove. His eyes were burning, his throat aching. He hated feeling like this, he really did. He wished he hadn’t gotten this drunk. The alcohol and his sudden overflow of emotions did not mix well, and had ultimately resulted in him bent over the toilet bowl.

There was only one way to get rid of this fucking guilt. Minho wasn’t quite sure yet if he could go through with it, though.

There was a lot of thinking to do.

***

Chan stood near the counter. He couldn’t bring himself to move, his eyes unfocused as he replayed the scenes over and over in his head.

He couldn’t believe he’d done that. The one thing he’d told himself not to do. Don’t fall for her again. You got your heart broken once, why are you so eager to let it happen once more? 

Regret. It was on all three minds, tonight. 

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Compliment Battle ~ Lee Felix [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 1.8k

↬↬↬Genre: Fluffy!!!

↬↬↬Pairing: Lee Felix X Latina!Reader

↬↬↬A/n: Hope this is okay for you love! Had a lot of fun writing for the guys as I feel like I haven’t written fluff for them in a while! I promise to write more once my requests are down!

The press was good at over exaggerating things whenever they could, it was what they did all of the time you knew and everyone else knew it too but knowing it was different when you were reading something about yourself. Another day another dumb article from one of the online magazines that everyone seemed to adore so much, always sharing it with one another despite the contents either being completely made up or turned on their head so they were no longer facts. You laid awake while Felix was asleep beside you, he'd gotten in late with Chan last night so you weren't about to wake him up and show him yet another article about your relationship. The only reason you were up so early was because of the sun peeking through the blinds in the window which Jeongin had neglected to shut - again - the night before. Through every muscle in your body, you slowly and quietly got out of the bottom bunk of the bed and walked towards the door - being careful not to trip on any of Jisung's clothes as you went, he told you the reason they were on the floor was that it kept things organised for him, you would have accepted the excuse as well if the boy didn't wear the same four shirts over and over again. You'd been staying over at the dorms while you came to visit Felix for a couple of weeks, trying not to get in the way while they trained and got things ready for STAY.

"You okay?" A voice called out as you silently shut the door behind you, your hand landed on your chest to calm your heart that was now pounding against your chest thanks to Chan who was sitting in the kitchen. He'd heard someone waking up and he knew it wasn't going to be any of the boys - not yet anyway, he placed is earbuds down onto the table and stared at you waiting for an answer.

"Yeah, I was going to take a shower. You slept yet?" Stupid question. He'd probably been sitting in the kitchen working from his laptop all night - you knew all of the boys like the back of your hand since you met them when Felix did. Chan eyed you up, he could already tell there was something on your mind by the way you were avoiding his eyes and holding yourself up. Your arms were folded across your chest to block out any body language to give yourself away but in doing so it gave it away that something was wrong.

"I'll make a drink, sit down and tell me about it." You sighed you hated how well he knew people, how quickly he could decipher when something was wrong with someone but at the same time you did love him for it. It was like having a caring older brother there to watch out for you, even if you were older than him Chan would still feel like the older brother type. He flicked the kettle on while he watched you from the corner of his eye, you were sitting at the table while nervously playing with the sleeves of Felix's hoodie you'd worn to bed.

"What is it?" He questioned, he'd made you a drink then set it down in front of you while he waited for you to speak about whatever it was that was bothering you. You knew that Chan and the boys had had their fair share of press coverage both negative and positive but you didn't know how to bring it up with Chan without him running to Felix. It wasn't something you wanted to bother anyone with but it was starting to bother you to the point where you dreaded going online. The constant sprew of articles being written about you was insane, you would have thought they'd have better things to do than write about you and your relationship but apparently not.

"Have you seen the articles?" You could already tell by the dejected look on his face that he'd seen them already and you groaned laying your head down onto the cold wooden table. It was cold enough to relieve some of the tension headache you had but it wasn't enough to completely pass it away.

"It's every time I come to visit, they seem to pick up more and somehow get worse." You whispered looking up at him through your arms to see him giving you a sad smile. You had been visiting the boys a lot more than you used to since dating Felix and since your relationship was outed to everyone. Once it was out you and Felix saw no reason to hide that you were together anymore and continued life as normal together.

"They have to talk about something and unfortunately it's not always good." Your mind flashed back to all of the articles talking about you, how you didn't fit the 'Korean Beauty Standards' and that you were different to who they wanted Felix to date - as if it was down to them anyway. Felix could date whoever he wanted and you were lucky enough that he chose you  - though he'd convinced you that he was the lucky one to be able to date you.

"I'm going to go and shower, thanks for the coffee," You whispered taking the mug with you as you headed for the main bathroom of the dorms, it had the largest shower which would make you feel better after the morning you'd been having.

"Hi," Felix's voice was warm as he came up behind you in the kitchen wrapping his arms around your waist as you stood at the sink washing up the breakfast plates and pans you'd used to cook for everyone.

"Hi," You whispered back to him as you felt him leave a small kiss on the back of your neck, he turned you around and you groaned as your hands were still wet from the soapy dishwater.

"Changbin already moped this morning don't make him do it again," You squealed through your sentence as he picked you up and placed you onto the countertop ignoring the protest he got from Hyunjin and Jisung who were still trying to eat their breakfast but finding it hard at the sudden display of affection.

"I'm showing my girl how much I love her-"

"Yeah, well, you have a bedroom for that." Jisung groaned shoving a bit of toast into his mouth watching as Felix took you towards the dorm room he shared with Jisung and Jeongin.

"I missed you this morning." He whispered as he laid you down the bed beneath him his arms either side of your head as he looked down at you, you sent him the warmest smile you could manage with the articles playing in the back of your head. Whenever you looked at him you could somehow feel the words all creeping into your head and clouding your vision of you and him together,

"Sorry, I wanted to do something nice since it's my last week." You knew you were lying. He knew you were lying. He could read you like a book. He collapsed down onto the bed beside you and patted his chest wanting you to cuddle into him while you spoke about what was troubling you. There was no getting out of it, once Felix knew something was bothering you he wouldn't stop until he knew what it was and could fix it for you. He was the little ball of sunshine that tried to make your day better all of the time.

You sat crossed legged in front of him though wondering how you were supposed to bring something like this up to him, he was used to articles being written about him and the boys but you weren't. You weren't used to waking up to the internet exploding about your body - the week before they'd done nothing but analyse the way your body was shaped, the way your hips would move when you walked and the way you wore your clothes. It was different to what they were used to, sure, but you assumed they'd get over it sooner or later. This week however it was about your personality, it was no secret that you were extroverted but with friends like Felix and the guys you had to be. You were all loud and rambunctious together as you all fed off of one another's energy, competing to see who was the loudest out of all of you.

"It's the articles isn't it?" He sat up and came face to face with you, you looked at him eyes dancing over his face to see his freckles you loved so much and his dark brown eyes. His blonde hair was getting long again and fell into his face, you pushed it out of the way and he sighed knowing the answer to his question already without you even saying a word to him.

"I just-"

"Come here," He pulled you to lay down next to him and you sighed, laying here in his arms seemed to melt everything away around you. Suddenly you weren't in the Stray Kids dorm you were just alone with Felix in your own little world being able to just be yourselves without having to worry about anyone else.

Felix knew that there was nothing that he could do to prevent the articles from writing about you or to stop what they were writing about but he was going to do his best to make you feel better about them whenever he could. That was the price for dating an idol when they were in the limelight so were you and if you were going to be seen together it was going to happen a lot more.

"I love it when you're loud by the way," He mumbled into your ear an hour later. You'd both fallen asleep curled up in each other's arms only to wake up with Jeongin come in from losing a video game against Chan.

"Someone can give us all a run for our money, I thought we were loud but with you, we could cheer on a whole basketball team and maybe a football team." You gently poked his side as he playfully teased you trying to cheer you up and he chuckled kissing your cheek as he drew you closer to him, your head was resting against his chest just listening to his heartbeat as you cuddled together.

"Don't even get me started on the way you move your hips - ugh so gorgeous." You groaned at him for being so gross this early in the morning, you took a pillow out from behind you and began smushing it against his face as you got up to get away from his constant compliments, he continued yelling them as you ran towards the door.

"Come back in here and let me compliment you!" He yelled as you shot out of the room into the living room where the boys all let you hide behind them so Felix couldn't get to you.

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Sweet Night (M)

➵ Stray Kids: Bang Chan x fem. reader / one shot, college AU, camping trip AU / fluff, smut / REQUESTED

➵ warnings: slight cursing, explicit mentions of sex (slight public teasing, orgasm denial, oral: receiving, slight choking)

➵ word count: 6k (lol oops)

a/n: after a few anon requests/inquiries, I decided to write this one shot as the second part to Way to You - you can absolutely read this on its own though.

I’M WALKING ON SUNSHINE, OOOOOOH! I’M WALKING ON-

Your eyes fly open as soon as the song starts blaring from somewhere beside you, and you blindly fumble for the alarm clock, thankfully managing to find the off-switch quite quickly. This very annoying clock was a horrible yet also kinda thoughtful birthday gift from Chan’s roommates, as it’s quite possibly the loudest one on the market, meaning it is able to wake literally anyone. It could probably even wake Dracula from his deep slumber in the depths of his castle somewhere in Romania. And while Chan might not be a vampire, he isn’t one to wake easily either, so this extremely loud alarm clock was the only solution your friends had been able to come up with. Which sadly means you experience something close to a heart attack every morning - or well, at least a few times a week, as you do still spend some nights at the apartment you share with Jisung. 

You fall back into the pillows, heart still racing from the sudden noise. Pale sunlight filters through the curtains and into the otherwise dark room. You groan, blinking against the rays of light hitting you straight in the face, and turn around to cuddle into your boyfriend’s broad back. He hums, only half-awake himself, and turns around to wrap both arms around you, leaving a lazy kiss on your forehead. 

Suddenly, there’s a crash from somewhere in the house, and you jump. Chan sighs deeply, and murmurs “Hyunjin, probably.” under his breath - it’s no secret that his roommate is a walking disaster. You don’t answer, only pressing a soft kiss on his naked chest. “How’d you sleep?”, he asks, one hand beginning to trace gentle patterns on your bare back. “Like a rock - which was exactly what I needed after my midterms.”, you answer, and he nods. “You more than deserved that, babe. I’m really proud of you, by the way. I’m sure you aced all your exams.”, he says, and you can’t help but smile at his sweet words. You look up at him, gently cupping his cheek, and kiss him. He basically melts against you, pulling you even closer towards him, and bites down on your lower lip to slide his tongue into your mouth. Before this can end in a steamy morning make-out session, there’s a knock on Chan’s door. He groans and draws back from you, expression grumpy. “What?”, he then yells, shooting daggers towards his door. “Just wanted to make sure you’re up, we’re supposed to be leaving in an hour!”, Felix answers, sounding way too cheerful so early in the morning. “Ugh, I hate morning people. Just once I want to get up in the morning without having to go through the seven stages of grief first.”, you mumble, your warm breath tickling Chan’s neck and making him giggle and wiggle away from you. “Yeah, we’re up!”, he quickly answers Felix, who shuffles away from the door, before turning towards you again, “Wait, aren’t there only five stages of grief? What are your extra two?” “Denial part two and astral projection.”, you answer, and Chan laughs before giving you a soft smile, brushing some of your hair out of your face. 

“Breakfast?”, he then asks, and you nod. “Absolutely. I need coffee, and lots of it.”, you agree, and he rolls his eyes. “I swear, by now there’s definitely coffee running through your veins instead of blood.”, Chan mumbles, before jumping out of bed to grab his underwear from the floor. You just chuckle and follow him, but can’t seem to find your bra anywhere. “What the Hell…”, you mumble under your breath, twirling around once in a desperate attempt to locate it. “Uh. Looking for this?”, Chan asks and you follow his gaze. You both burst into loud laughter when you spot your bra happily dangling from the ceiling light. “Well, we had to be very fast yesterday evening. Clothes went flying, and quite literally it seems.”, you say, lips twitching while you stand on your tiptoes to get your bra, and Chan nods in agreement. “Very fast indeed - but we couldn’t let the others begin the movie night without us! We had valid reasons.” He grins and wraps both arms around your waist to pull you close to him again, giving you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back again, expression stern. “No time for that, we have to get ready, eat breakfast and you still need to pack some of your stuff before we can leave. And we don’t want to let the others wait, right?” You sigh and pout. “No, we don’t, apparently.”, you just answer, and wiggle into your jeans and turtleneck, finally ready to leave the privacy of Chan’s room and get something to eat.

The scent of fresh coffee and pancakes greets you when you arrive downstairs, and you inhale deeply. Felix is standing in front of the stove, humming a soft tune under his breath while working on making the tower of pancakes beside him even taller. He turns around when you enter the kitchen, giving you his signature sunshine smile. “Morning, Y/N.”, he greets you, “Slept well?” You nod and peek over his shoulder. “Yup. And have I ever told you how much I love you?”, you ask, stealing a piece of pancake directly out of the pan, and Felix tries to swat your hand away before he chuckles. “Shouldn’t you say that to Chan, not to me?”, he replies, and your boyfriend, just entering the kitchen behind you, sighs deeply. “She’s an opportunist, meaning she’ll tell anyone she loves them if it means she gets what she wants, so beware. I actually rarely hear her say it to me.”, Chan says warningly, and you shoot him a dark look. “Oh shut up, that’s so not true. I tell you I love you at least once or twice a day, you needy baby.”, you grumble, and just then, Minho joins the small kitchen party. “Needy baby? You’re not talking about Hyunjin, are you?”, he asks, ruffling his crazy bed hair while filling a mug with coffee, sighing contently when he takes the first sip. You grin and shake your head, before taking a mug out of the cabinet yourself. 

Said roommate also enters the kitchen just then, face looking quite puffy. You raise both eyebrows. “Did you cry yourself to sleep last night?”, you ask, and take a sip of coffee to hide your shit-eating grin. Hyunjin throws you a dark glare, and crosses both arms in front of his chest. “No. But I did have a slight mental breakdown after realizing I probably failed my last exam yesterday, so I decided to treat myself to some late-night-ramen, and now I look like this.”, he points at his face, beginning to pout, “God just hates pretty people, he’s clearly punishing me for my dashing looks.” “Or maybe he just doesn’t like narcissists.”, Jeongin offers when he enters the kitchen, shoving Minho out of the way to get to the kitchen cabinet almost overflowing with mugs. You decide it’s finally getting too crowded in the kitchen, and leave it again. You’re absolutely not a morning person, and can’t deal with the boys’ constant bickering without having experienced the positive effect of the caffeine you’re currently consuming. 

Seungmin is sitting on one of the sofas, currently scrolling through Instagram and apparently trying to like every cute puppy pic in existence. “Morning.”, you greet him and take a seat beside him, peeking over his shoulder and cooing at an extremely cute baby golden retriever. Seungmin just greets you with a curt nod of his head, not being a morning person either, and keeps scrolling. Minutes later, Felix enters the living room, balancing a giant plate of fresh pancakes in front of him while all the other boys follow him like stray dogs. “What would you guys even do without Felix cooking for you all the time?”, you ask, mouth watering when you inhale the delicious smell. “Starve and die.”, Seungmin deadpans, while Jeongin answers: “We’d have to look at Hyunjin’s ugly bloated face every day because we’d solely live off ramen.” Hyunjin hits the back of his head for that, but the younger boy just shoots him his cheshire cat grin. “I mean, I could cook too, I guess.”, Chan says, frowning, and everyone bursts into loud laughter. “Wow okay, I’ll try not to take this personally…”, your boyfriend grumbles, and sits down at the dining table. You slide onto the chair next to him, and pat his thigh affectionately. “I love you, babe, but you literally didn’t know how to whisk eggs when we wanted to bake cookies last week.”, you say, and Chan sighs. “That’s... sadly fair. But I could learn!” 

“No offense, but we actually like our kitchen intact - thanks for your humble offering though. If Felix should die unexpectedly, we might get back to you.”, Minho answers, and before the situation can escalate into a playful bickering battle, Felix yells “SO, WHO WANTS PANCAKES?!”, successfully managing to distract everyone. 

One and a half hours later, everyone is packed and ready to go - you’ve planned this little getaway for almost two months now, everyone having finished their first round of exams at this time of year and being able to just relax for a bit. For some reason, the boys had wanted to go camping, and as you, Jisung’s girlfriend Lina and Hyunjin’s girlfriend Marie were clearly outnumbered by the boys, you hadn’t really had the chance to disagree with them. But you honestly don’t even mind, having gone camping lots of times already and just being happy to enjoy some time with your closest friends. Only Changbin won’t be able to join you guys, as he’s currently doing an internship and wasn’t able to request some time off. 

Chan is just about to lock the front door to the frat house, when Jeongin zooms past you, yelling for his older roommate to wait. “I forgot something extremely important!”, he explains, almost breathless, and disappears into the house again. “What’s he getting now?”, your boyfriend wonders, and shoots you a questioning gaze. You just shrug, and let your bag fall to the ground, too lazy to hold onto it while waiting for the youngest of your group. A few minutes later, Jeongin comes back, a huge grin on his face and a giant stuffed animal in his arms. Chan blinks a few times, and opens his mouth to say something, but he gets cut off by the younger boy: “You guys can cuddle with each other, but I’d rather throw myself off a cliff than cuddle with Minho, Felix or Seungmin, whoever I’ll end up sharing a tent with. But I do wanna cuddle with someone, so Mr. Sunshine it is.”, he explains stoically, and you just nod in support. “I totally get that, plus I wouldn’t be too sure that Minho doesn’t just turn into a bat or something like that during the night. He’s at least part demon, we all know that.”, you say, and Jeongin giggles. 

You’re truly prepared to give him anything whenever he smiles at you like this, his eyes almost disappearing, teeth almost blindingly bright. While you detain from squishing his cheeks, you do poke the dimple on his left one, being too endeared by him. He swats your hand away, of course he does, but you still bask in the victory of having poked his cheek. One thing to cross off your to-do-list for today. 

“Okay, let’s go to the others.”, Chan finally says after locking the house, and without you having to say anything, he takes his and your bag and walks over to where the others are waiting beside the cars. Chivalry is not dead and you’re ready to swoon over your amazing boyfriend. “Okay, we still have to pick up Jisung, Lina and Marie.”, Chan says after he’s put your bags into the trunk of his car, “So, who’s gonna ride in which car?” “Well I obviously want to ride with Marie.”, Hyunjin says, a goofy smile on his face - they have been together for almost a year now, but he’s still very much extremely whipped for her, but luckily, she seems to feel the exact same way -, and Minho murmurs a sarcastic “Shocking, really.” under his breath. “I want Jisung and Lina in our car.”, you quickly say, and Chan gives you a short nod. Of course you’d say that - Jisung is your best friend after all, and you’ve grown quite close to Lina as well. You’re also good friends with Marie, but Jisung just wins this round - not that you’d ever tell that to his face, he’s too cocky as it is, no need to push his ego even more. “Then Minho, you take Hyunjin, Marie, Felix and Seungmin, and I take Y/N, Jisung, Lina and Jeongin, okay?”, Chan suggests, and everyone agrees. Five minutes later, all the bags are safely stored away and everyone has taken their seats. Being Chan’s girlfriend means you get to ride shotgun, something you’re more than thankful for, knowing how crowded the backseat is going to be once you’ve picked up Jisung and Lina. “See you in a bit!”, Felix yells through his open window, and flashes you his extremely cute gummy smile. You wave at him, immediately returning his smile, and successfully ignore Minho’s mock salute and cocky grin while he backs out of his parking spot, almost cutting Chan off.

Twenty minutes later, Jisung and Lina are squished into the backseat with Jeongin, all three having bright smiles on their faces. “Road trip, whoop!”, Jisung yells and gives you a high five, “Happy to have a few days with y’all before we have to face the sad reality of probably having failed most of our exams!” Lina beside him rolls her eyes. “Stop being so dramatic, I’m sure most of us will have aced everything.”, she says, and Jisung wraps his arm around her and kisses her temple. “Sorry, but I have literally only one functioning brain cell and I use it to overthink.”, he explains, yelping when she playfully tickles his side. You chuckle at their bickering, and hit play on your road trip playlist - a second later, Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody fills the car, all of you immediately beginning to sing along. “LET’S GO!”, Chan yells over the sad attempts of everyone trying to imitate Freddy Mercury, and backs out of the parking lot. You smile and interlace your fingers with his. He cheekily returns your smile, and raises your intertwined hands to his lips to press a soft kiss against your knuckles. Over a year of being with him, but you still swoon over this simple yet sweet gesture. Yes, you’re just that whipped for your boyfriend, and what about it. 

It doesn’t take long for you guys to arrive on the interstate, you and Jisung trying to trump each other's impressions of Beyoncé singing Single Ladies (and failing miserably, sorry Queen B). Your belly almost hurts from laughing with your friends, and you can’t wait for the rest of the weekend to begin. 

Minho’s car arrives before Chan’s, and of course he’s gloating about it the second you guys join forces again. But you can let him have this small victory, and decide to just ignore him for now, helping Chan get the bags out of his car and to the campsite. It’s quite cold, the air crisp now that the sun is slowly beginning to set again, but you brought lots of blankets and sleeping bags, so you should be fine. And at least the weather means there aren’t any other campers here right now, so you have the whole area, including the washing rooms, to yourselves, which is nice. 

Setting up camp takes longer than anticipated, mostly because Jisung somehow manages to crash into his and Lina’s almost finished tent twice, which means they have to start from the very beginning again. She truly has the patience of a saint, simply smacking him over the head rather playfully before picking up the sad remains of their tent to begin the whole building process again. Chan and you, having gone camping lots of times already, are quickest with finishing your tent, so afterwards you offer to help Jisung and Lina with theirs, while Chan does the same for Minho and Jeongin. Marie, an experienced scout, has set up hers and Hyunjin’s tent in record time as well, and takes pity on Felix and Seungmin, quickly building the tent for them. After an hour, your camp has successfully been built, and everyone begins to search for firewood.

Felix decides to make a giant pot of spicy chili sin carne for tonight’s dinner, and as soon as all the plates are filled, your conversations slowly dwindle down, everyone too busy with eating. “Lix, you’re a cooking genius, Gordon Ramsey found jobless.”, Marie says around a mouthful of chili, giving the blonde boy a bright smile and the thumbs up. He waves her compliment aside, blushing profoundly. “Thanks, but it’s honestly not that difficult - you just have to follow the recipe, if you’re too scared to improvise.”, he murmurs, and she throws a small piece of kindling at him. “You should really learn how to take compliments.”, she teases playfully, and he shrugs. “Okay, okay, I’m the best cook ever.”, he says sarcastically, and Minho raises one eyebrow. “Whoa, now don’t get ahead of yourself.”, he replies, and Felix smacks him over the head. “You can’t cook at all, so for once, you should just stay quiet.”, you say, and Minho sighs dramatically. “What can I say… We all have our weaknesses. I, for example, am extremely good-looking and tragically funny.” 

You almost choke on your chili because of his audacity, and lift your fork in front of your face, staring through it and at Minho, who just frowns at you. “What are you doing? Why are you looking at me through your fork?”, he asks, obviously confused by your behavior, and you give him a lopsided smile. “I’m pretending you’re in jail, it’s spiritually healing.”, you explain, and Chan beside you bursts into laughter, the others following him quickly. Minho begins to pout and sticks out his tongue at you, always the mature one. “It’s okay if you don’t enjoy my dashing looks and hilarious humor, not everyone has good taste. That’s why you picked Chan over me after all.”, he claims, and you answer by throwing a piece of wood his way, making him squeal and dive for cover. Just then, the flames of your fire flicker and slowly begin to die down. Seungmin, Jeongin and Hyunjin stand up to go get some more firewood, but somehow, the latter one’s shoe gets caught between two logs and with a loud yelp, he tumbles to the ground. “What the Hell is he doing?!”, Chan groans, and Jeongin deadpans “Sadly his best.”, before he begins walking over towards his friend to help him, but Marie is faster, already dragging her boyfriend up from the ground with tears of laughter in her eyes. Hyunjin’s cheeks are red from embarrassment and he murmurs something about nature being out to get him, before he, Marie and the other two boys disappear into the forest to get more firewood.

The rest of the evening is filled with playful banter, soft guitar music from Jisung, and funny childhood stories. Lina soon begins to nod off, her head resting on her boyfriend’s shoulder while he continues to strum a soft tune on his guitar, humming along. When he notices his girlfriend is about to wander into Morpheus’ realm though, he’s quick to place the guitar back into its bag, and wraps both arms around her. “I think it’s time for us to retire, huh?”, he says, leaving a gentle kiss on Lina’s forehead. She blinks sleepily, and smiles up at him. “It’s pretty safe to assume that at any given moment, I want to go back to sleep - so yes, I agree, time to retire.”, she answers, and Jisung chuckles, before standing up to declare: “Well, we’re off to bed now!” Minho and Seungmin boo immediately, while Jeongin murmurs something like “Old people” under his breath - even though he’s literally only one year younger than most of you guys. 

“So, as I’m legally required to kiss my homies goodnight, y’all getting some smooches!”, Jisung says, already walking towards where Hyunjin and Marie are sitting, bodies entangled and breaths mingling. Hyunjin looks up and shoots his friend a murderous look. “I swear, if you kiss me, I’m going to dump you into the river.”, he threatens, but Jisung just grins. “How about you dump your girlfriend instead and run away with me? We’d make such a pretty couple.”, he says, making Hyunjin roll his eyes. “Bro, no offense, but I’d be the pretty one in this relationship, and while everyone can clearly see you already have quite the experience being the ugly one in a relationship” with that, Hyunjin first points at Jisung and then at Lina, who bursts out laughing, “I don’t think I’m ready to hear your constant whining about my face being prettier than yours. So thanks, but no thanks, I’ll stay with Marie.” “Wow, I feel so honored and loved right now, babe.”, Marie says sarcastically, “But does this mean you think you’re the pretty one in this relationship as well?” Hyunjin goes into instant panic mode, quickly reassuring his girlfriend that she’s far prettier than him, while she tries to keep a stern expression on her face, but everyone can clearly see the way her lips twitch. She just loves teasing Hyunjin, and you honestly can’t blame her for that, especially not when it’s just so easy. 

“Okay, goodnight, then!”, Lina interrupts their playful bickering, and gives everyone a soft smile, before dragging Jisung towards their tent. Everyone wishes them a good night and sweet dreams as well, and then Seungmin clears his throat. “Time for some ghost stories, don’t you think?”, he says, voice low and grin almost evil when his eyes find Hyunjin, who immediately falls silent. Everyone knows he’s a huge scaredy cat, which is quite funny seeing as his own girlfriend is a big fan of horror movies and stories. Truly a match made in Heaven. Seungmin just raises one eyebrow, expression challenging - but when no one contradicts him, he begins to tell his first ghost story. 

It doesn’t take long until Hyunjin is pretty much sitting on Marie’s lap, shooting daggers at his friend while his girlfriend is trying very hard not to laugh at him. You yourself cuddle closer to your own boyfriend, smiling when he presses a soft kiss against your temple. Your eyes rest on the big bonfire, following some sparks drifting into the dark night sky from time to time, and you sigh contently. This, right here, is your happy place - in the midst of your friends, just laughing and joking with them, not a care in the world. Midterms lie behind you, and you’re currently not even thinking about your grades for once, your anxiety at rest. This trip was truly a great idea, maybe even Jisung’s best one so far. 

“Okay, wanna hear a really creepy one-”, Seungmin begins, and Hyunjin has finally had enough, standing up and taking Marie’s hand into his. “Well, goodnight!”, he says, a determined expression on his face, and pulls his girlfriend towards their tent. Marie suppresses an amused smile at her boyfriend’s dramatics, and waves at everyone, before following him inside the tent. Seungmin just grins evilly and shrugs. “He’s so soft hearted.”, he then says, and leans back, obviously content with his work. “Okay, maybe it’s three demons, not only two.”, you murmur into Chan’s ear, and he chuckles. You’re always joking about Minho and Hyunjin being demons, as they’re constantly testing your nerves by just being themselves, plus they were definitely the main plotters behind the plan to get you and Chan together - not that you’re complaining about it as their plan had worked pretty perfectly and in your favor. “In the end you’ll probably find that I live with six demons.”, your boyfriend murmurs, and begins to play with your fingers. You shake your head. “Oh no, Felix is definitely an angel, not a demon.”, you disagree, and Chan nods. “Okay, that’s true. The others though… Well, time will tell, I guess.” “Or holy water.” He just laughs and gives you a quick peck on the lips. When you want to deepen the kiss, he draws back. “Later.”, he murmurs against your lips, his deep voice rumbling in his chest, and you shiver involuntarily. He grins at your reaction, before turning his attention to Seungmin’s new ghost story again. 

You on the other hand feel hot and bothered all of the sudden, and decide to tease your boyfriend a bit. So you place your hand on his thigh, not moving it for some time, until you slowly slide it higher, bit by bit. At first, Chan doesn’t seem to notice or care, until you’re getting dangerously close to his crotch. Then, he quickly leans forward so the others can’t see what you’re doing, and glares at you. “What are you doing?”, he asks, voice low, and you smile innocently. “Nothing.”, you answer, and have finally reached your desired destination, slowly beginning to palm his semi over his jeans. “How about you be a good girl and stop?”, he breathes out, but you know he doesn’t actually want you to stop - you know him well enough for that by now. Still, you decide to play along. “Oh, I’ll gladly be your good girl.”, you whisper, and quickly withdraw your hand. He groans at your words and the sudden lack of contact, and locks eyes with you. “Tent. Now.”, he grits out, and stands up, pulling you with him and hugging you from behind so your body hides his erection from the others. “We’re tired too, so goodnight!”, he says in a fake cheerful voice, and you have to hide your shit-eating grin while innocently waving at the others. “Oh you’re in so much trouble now, babe.”, Chan murmurs into your ear while you walk towards your tent, and bites down on your lobe. You feel arousal gather between your legs, stomach jolting at his words. You and Chan have a very playful relationship, full of bantering and loving jokes, and your dynamic in the bedroom isn’t that different - there’s a lot of bickering too, you being a total brat at times, while he’s more on the dominant side, enjoying making you obedient.  

As soon as he closes the tent behind you and turns around to watch you with an almost predatory gaze, you know you might have been a bit too forward at the bonfire. But it’s too late to back down now, so you simply raise both eyebrows, a challenging expression on your face. “So you think touching me like that in front of our friends is okay?”, Chan asks, his voice low and dark. You tilt your head to one side. “I mean, you didn’t seem opposed to it, to be honest.”, you answer, and now he’s the one to lift both eyebrows. “I want you out of your clothes, now.”, your boyfriend orders, and for once, you follow his command immediately, knowing this is for your own good this time. So you quickly wiggle out of your jeans and take off your jumper, shivering in the cold night air. Only left in your panties and bra, Chan smirks to himself, before crawling over your body and beginning to kiss you slowly. You gasp into his mouth when one of his warm hands finds your waist, drawing lazy circles against it, before traveling higher to cup your breast over your bra. His thumb rubs over your clothed nipple before pinching it, hard, and you arch your back, breath hitching. 

“So, let’s see how quiet you can stay while I eat you out, hm? Remember, the walls of the tent are too thin to mask any noises.”, Chan whispers against your lips, before he suddenly descends down your body. Oh no, you know you’re screwed. He’ll try to make you scream his name, but while you’re quite open about sex and have no problem talking about it with your friends, you definitely don’t need them to hear you during the actual act. Maybe you shouldn’t have teased your boyfriend after all - but it’s too late now, he’s determined. He spreads your legs, and begins to leave soft love bites on the inside of your thighs. You’re trembling already, and it’s not because of the cold alone. Chan always has this effect on you, no matter how often he touches you - you’ll never get used to it. He plays with the hem of your panties, until he finally drags them down your legs, his warm breath hitting your wet core. You begin to squirm, impatient to have him finally touch you where you need him most. He smacks your thigh, the crack resounding through the tent, and you yelp. “Chan.”, you hiss, and he grins cheekily, before suddenly pressing his thumb to your clit, beginning to draw lazy circles against it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you clamp one hand over your mouth to mask any noises. 

Chan soon replaces his thumb with his mouth, sucking on your clit like his life depends on it while simultaneously sliding two fingers inside your heat. A loud moan tears from your lips and you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to stifle your noises but already failing miserably. You feel Chan smirk against you, and then, he slips a third finger inside you, curling them upwards and picking up the pace. You buck your hips against his gentle ministrations, skin feeling too hot and too tight already, goosebumps rising all over your body. It doesn’t take long until you begin to tremble, your high approaching rather quickly, and you’re this close to finally snapping, when Chan draws back from your core, face glistening with your juices, his smirk almost devilish. “I can’t hear you, babe, are you even enjoying this?”, he murmurs, back to drawing lazy patterns on your clit with his thumb. You feel frustration wash over you, and shoot him a dark glare. His grin gets even wider, before he completely withdraws his hand from your heat to suck on his glistening fingers. You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather your wits, until Chan slaps your thigh again. “Look at me, baby.”, he says, voice dark, and your eyes snap open again. You begin to pout. “Please.”, you mumble, trying your best to appeal to his softer side, “I’m sorry I was a brat earlier. You know I can’t be loud or the others might hear us.” Your boyfriend just hums, hands ghosting over your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Too bad, I guess you can’t cum tonight then.” And before you’re able to reply anything, he dives back in-between your folds. 

You throw one arm over your mouth, and bite your own soft flesh to suppress any noises. It takes little to no time until you’re close to your orgasm again, but for the second time tonight, Chan draws back in the last possible second. You’re almost ready to cry with frustration now, eyes glistening with unshed tears. When your boyfriend sees this, he softens a bit and leans towards you to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “This is what you get for being a brat.”, he murmurs, and you bite down on his lower lip, making him groan into your mouth. “Please.”, you whisper and try your best puppy eyes on him. He just smirks again, finally ridding himself off his shirt, jeans and underwear. When he’s fully naked in front of you, you sigh, eyes raking his beautiful, defined body. Unlike you, Chan actually enjoys going to the gym - and his effort pays off. “Stop drooling.”, he says, sounding way too pleased and cocky in your opinion. So you quickly sit up, and wrap one hand around his hard cock, already leaking with pre-cum. Good to see you’re not the only one being affected by this, you think and grin. You begin to slowly jerk him off, spreading the pre-cum over the rest of his cock as lube. He groans, lower lip pulled back between his teeth and eyes almost black with desire. Finally, he’s had enough, and pushes you on your back again, hovering over you. “There’s condoms in the bag behind you.”, he murmurs, leaving gentle kisses on your neck until he finds your sweet spot, beginning to suck on it. You moan almost inaudible, fingers fumbling for said bag to retrieve a condom. 

Just seconds later, Chan rolls it over his cock, and then, he aligns himself in front of your wet core, teasingly rubbing your clit before you shoot him a pleading look. He finally sheathes himself into you with one swift motion, and you both moan out loud at the feeling. You quickly cough to cover the noise, making Chan chuckle and press a kiss against your forehead. “You’re okay?”, he asks, and you nod, biting down on his neck and leaving a hickey. He groans and finally begins to move, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you, immediately hitting that spot. Your fingers wrap around his biceps, needing something to hold onto while he drills into you. Suddenly, he pulls out of you to sit back on his knees, wrapping your legs around his hips, and thrusts back into you at an even deeper angle, simultaneously picking up the pace. One of his hands snakes towards your neck and he wraps his fingers around the base of your throat, using just enough pressure to make breathing harder for you. When his thumb begins to circle your clit again, you close your eyes, clamping one hand over your mouth to mask your almost obscene noises. 

“C-Chan, I’m so c-close.”, you say in between two moans, and he grins, murmuring a “That’s my girl” under his breath before deepening the angle even more. He suddenly pinches your clit once, and that’s all it takes for you to finally tumble over the edge, his name leaving your lips maybe a bit too loud this time. He quickly leans forward to seal your mouth with his, chasing his own high while guiding you through yours. Not long after, he groans and presses his forehead against yours, shuddering a bit while releasing into the condom. He stills inside you, both your breaths mingling, hearts beating fast while you try to come down from your high. Chan smiles, brushing some of your hair out of your face, and gives you a soft, sweet kiss. “I love you.”, he murmurs, and you return his smile. “Love you more.”, you whisper back, and he chuckles. “Impossible.” 

Before you can begin to playfully argue, Minho’s voice cuts through the night “Next time we’ll build the tents far away from each other, y’all are nasty for doing it with us sitting almost right next you.” Both you and Chan freeze, before you burst out laughing. “WE HAVE ZERO REGRETS.”, you yell back, hearing the others groan. “WELL, YOU REALLY SHOULD THOUGH!”, Jisung complains from somewhere to your left, and you hear Lina starting to giggle. You groan and bury your face into Chan’s neck. “They’ll never let us hear the end of this, will they.”, you murmur against his soft skin, and he shakes his head. “Nope.” You sigh and lean back. “Well, it was still worth it.”, you say, and grin up at him. Your boyfriend just smirks and leans down to kiss you again. “Oh, definitely.”

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Phobia (one-shot)

Pairing: OC (female character) x Bang Chan (SKZ)

Warnings: suggestions of smut, violence, language, mentions of blood and gore

Genre: Mafia AU; Marriage AU

Word Count: 4K

Summary: He found her when she was nothing - disgraced by her family and cast aside as an outsider. Yet, Chan made her feel wanted for the first time in her life, in more ways than one, which leads to countless nights of passionate love...until their worst fears come to fruition. 

A/N: Chan, you will always be a perfect husband to me. Thank you for coming to my short Ted Talk.

This time when he came home, he was covered in blood...

I almost broke down in the foyer at the sight of him, but Chan was quick to reassure me, shaking me by the shoulders as he patiently explained that it wasn’t his blood - there was a shooting at their exchange, but neither Chan nor his men had been injured. Of course, it doesn’t stop me from leading him upstairs, drawing a warm bath in our shared en-suite while fussing over the state of Chan’s suit, or what was left of it. His pale skin was apparent behind the black fabric of his dress pants, and there were long tears in his shirt. 

Needless to say, I threw all of those blood-stained clothes away before urging him into the bathtub, carefully kneeling down onto my knees as I started dragging a soft cloth over his skin. Chan moaned in delight, throwing back his head against the shower tiles while he allowed me to fuss over him - to reassure myself that he was okay, and that the horrific image of my husband standing in front of me drenched in blood was nothing more than a terrible memory.

I softly ran my fingers through his blond-hair, working through the tangles while being mindful of his eyes, using my hand to move his head back when I used a pitcher to wash the shampoo out of his delicate curls. “Hey,” Chan said, voice hoarse from overuse as he watched me drag his hand out of the bath water, working on the dirt and grim under his fingernails. 

I paused when I fingered across his wedding band. “Don’t come home like that ever again.”

I could feel Chan looking at me, and there was a lot of regret in his eyes, but I didn’t feel any remorse over my sharp tone. “I’m sorry, babygirl,” he said. “They were shooting at Felix and I-”

“You don’t have to justify your work to me,” I interrupted him. “I know the risks, but I never want to see something like that when I’ve been waiting for you.”

Chan nodded, and I shifted back when he sat up in the bathtub, allowing sensual rivulets of water to climb down the toned expanse of his chest and stomach. Meanwhile, I used the towel holder to help myself stand up, grabbing a spare towel for Chan, and trying to ignore how red the water remained after my husband had climbed out to wrap the towel around his waist.

Afterward, I allowed Chan some privacy in the bathroom while I returned to our bedroom, crawling into bed while remaining mindful of my stomach - the evidence of life bloating the skin. I took a deep breath, smoothing my hands along the exposed flesh, and I knew that it was bad to feel any kind of stress while I was pregnant. Unfortunately, my husband’s chosen line of work never made things easier.

Eventually, Chan joined me on the bed, leaving the towel hanging loosely from his hips while he shot me a concerned glance. “Are you feeling okay?” he asked, and his eyes immediately dropped.

“I’ll tell you in the morning,” I said, and I looked over at him as Chan slid one hand around my waist, holding me and our unborn child protectively.

“You’re right about everything, baby girl,” he said. “I’ll never scare you like that again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” I warned him, but Chan shook his head sternly, keeping me close before landing a soft kiss to the edge of my lips.

“I have a lot to clean-up tomorrow,” he said. “Work might take awhile.”

I sighed in return, looking up at the ceiling. “Wake me up before you go.”

Past

When Chan and I first met, his ledger wasn’t nearly as red. He actually served my family, taking on small cases with his friends, Jisung and Changbin, in service to my father. However, he had started to garner a reputation for being a quick hand and a good shot when it came to using guns, and Jisung and Changbin provided the perfect support for their little unit.

My father considered Chan to be one of his favorite apprentices, and he even approved of my early relationship with Chan. Despite my tendency to rebel against my father’s chosen favorites, I couldn’t resist Chan’s dark persona and contagious personality. He could probably talk the wealthiest man into giving away half of his fortune once he listened to Chan’s cunning words. 

On our first date, he showed me how to count cards in the Casino that my father owned, and after only three weeks of dating, he fucked me so hard in the backseat of his car that I saw stars after almost passing out from the pleasure.

We technically met in my father’s office because I had stormed in on one of their meetings unannounced, ready to confront my father because he had forced my youngest brother, Jeongin, to attend some lousy military school. Jeongin had cried for the entirety of the days leading up to his unwanted departure, and I had stood outside on the porch fuming as he was taken away from me.

But my father was really good at screwing over the members of his family, and I had finally had enough of his intervention. However, I also remembered hesitating when I saw Chan standing next to my father’s desk, freshly dyed hair glowing under the Chandelier. “Oh, it’s you,” my father grumbled. “What the hell do you want?”

“Nothing,” I said in return, maintaining eye-contact with Chan as I retreated from the office. 

Later that day, I asked my mother about Chan, and she told me that she didn’t know much about him, other than the fact that his parents had been killed in a raid - probably from my father’s doing - and he was serving our family. “Your father seems to like him,” my mother said, and it was only one of the very few times in her life that she had told the truth. 

Thereafter, I developed an unfavorable opinion of Chan since my father liked him, but it didn’t take Chan very long to change my mind and prove me wrong. He wasn’t blindly loyal to the man who destroyed his family - he was cold and methodical, and he told me how he planned to eventually break away from my father and form his own business with Jisung and Changbin. He spoke so passionately that it was hard not to fall in love with the burning look in his dark eyes. 

From then on, we became close to one another, sharing our deepest fears and desires, and we weren’t afraid to demonstrate our affection for one another. I was actually happy for once, which meant that something had to go wrong in my life. And it turned out that one of my father’s business partners was threatening our family because we owed them a lot of money, and my father planned to pay his debt by doing something rather despicable: selling me into their service.

It was humiliating, and I knew exactly what I would become working for a family that was notorious for its influence in the adult entertainment industry. I was enraged that my family would sentence me to that kind of life, but I wasn’t nearly as upset as Chan. We had been together for six months, and Chan had already started to include me in his future plans...the exchange was unacceptable.

So, on the night when my family planned to sell me to their rivals, Chan and I drove away in one of the cars that we stole from my father, bringing along Jisung and Changbin who fired off rounds of bullets from the windows as we escaped into the solitude of the night. Consequently, my family disowned me, snatching my last name and removing me from the family tree. But it never concerned me, especially when Chan offered me his last name instead, vowing his loyalty by exchanging intimate vows and marrying me on a warm, spring afternoon. When he fucked me that same night, he whispered sweet little nothings that contradicted the filthy way that his hips moved against mine, driving his cock deep inside.

After that, the two of us were inseparable - a dynamic duo that was ready to take the underground mafia world by storm...

Present

Before the sun had completely risen, Chan was stumbling out of bed with exhaustion written across his wearied countenance. I watched him move around the room, admiring the hard planes of his back as he dressed himself in the usual combination of black dress pants and a white button-up shirt. Chan claimed that it was important to look his best when it involved meeting with our rivals.

I closed my eyes when he neared my bedside, and I could feel him leaning down to press soft kisses to my forehead, fingers trailing across my stomach before he was leaving our bedroom with a heavy sigh. I swallowed hard against a sudden wave of emotions, remembering his appearance from the previous night, and the same restless anxiety managed to bleed its way around my heart.

Graciously, I managed to eventually fall back asleep, but it was only for a few hours because I was brought back to reality by the sound of the fire alarm blaring throughout the house. I groaned in complaint, throwing off the sheets before grabbing my dress robes and trudging downstairs. 

As I grew closer to the commotion, I could hear two men loudly arguing from one of the adjoining rooms, attempting to be heard over the sound of the annoying alarm. When I walked into the kitchen, I wrinkled my nose at the burning smell from the stove, waving my hand to clear the smoke. And standing at the center of the drama was Chan’s younger brother, Felix, as he engaged in a heated argument with my brother, Jeongin. “It’s your fault!” I heard Felix say. “You can’t cook bacon like that!”

“I told you to watch the pan!” Jeongin retaliated, and I rolled my eyes at their immature behavior.

“Hey!” I yelled, forcing both of them to pause. “Can you seriously not do this right now?”

Felix was the first to notice me, pointing an accusing finger at Jeongin. “Hey, he started it!”

I closed my eyes. “How old are you again?”

It was a surprise to me that they had both managed to live with us this long without engaging in more than just verbal altercations. After Chan and I rescued Jeongin from his cruel military academy, my husband invited him to join the organization. At first, I was hesitant of the decision, but Chan never invited Jeongin out on missions with them. Instead, he and Felix did most of the reconnaissance work from behind the scenes, and Jeongin was remarkably good with computers. Maybe he wasn’t on par with Felix’s hacking skills, but my younger brother continued to expand his skill set because she was determined to be the best.

Unfortunately, working in close proximity to one another on a regular basis inevitably led to numerous arguments. They were both strong-willed and stubborn, and neither Jeongin nor Felix was capable of flexibility, especially when it meant admitting that they were wrong. So, they often argued over trivial things, and I was usually left around to mend their bruised egos.

But a cooking dispute? At this hour? I shook my head because I didn’t have the patience to deal with them. “Leave the pan and go upstairs. I’ll take care of everything.”

Felix and Jeongin shot each other nasty glares as they obeyed, and I waited until they were gone before opening the windows in the kitchen and resetting the fire alarm. Finally, I turned my attention to the mess on the stove, cleaning with an exaggerated sigh. It was moments like this that made me long for the days when I used to accompany Chan on some of his missions...

Past

Chan only ever brought me along with him when he felt that a situation was incapable of turning violent, and he liked having me around to distract lesser men as he talked them into agreeing with anything that he said. I, of course, liked being helpful to my husband, and I always played my part well. For example, dressing in low-cut affairs that tended to produce insatiable responses from my husband who loved to drag me into his lap.

It made me feel powerful, arching my back as Chan ran one of his hands down my waist. “Look at your tits,” Chan said, stroking his fingers across the swell of my breasts. “Gorgeous.”

I beamed at his compliment, allowing him to handle as he liked while Chan turned to finally address the impatient man sitting across from us. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been waiting all night,” the man said with a challenging stare.

“My apologies,” Chan smirked. “I’ve been rather busy.”

“I can see that,” the man said, but his smirk suggested that he wasn’t entirely understanding of Chan’s delayed commitment. Apparently, Chan was trying to sign some kind of arms deal with him, and my husband was very greedy when it came to our money. 

“I have my price listed,” Chan said, shoving the contract at the other man. “You can sign at the bottom.”

“Isn’t this a bit cheap?” the man asked. “The cost of labor alone is barely covered by your...generous offering.”

“It’s my final compromise,” Chan said, feigning boredom as he tugged at the neckline of my dress. “What do you say?”

“How about one night with your whore?” the man asked, leaning in across the table to reveal two rows of slimy teeth.

Immediately, I could feel the way that Chan tensed from underneath me, and his eyes narrowed as he looked at the man. “I hope you’re not referring to my wife.”

The man chuckled. “What difference does it make?”

Chan was quiet for a moment, and I saw a myriad of emotions reflected in his narrowed eyes. “Baby girl,” he eventually said while looking at me. “Why don’t you go get us some drinks?”

I nodded my head, scrambling to find my footing as I left the comfort of Chan’s lap to retrace my steps to the bar at the opposite end of the club. The bartender recognized me, sliding two beers in my direction with a smile before sending me on my way.

However, I suddenly paused when I started to approach our table, realizing that Chan had wanted to keep me away for a valid reason. He had also drawn a crowd of onlookers who watched as my husband smashed our target’s face into a pile of broken glass on the table. There was already so much blood, and Chan’s eyes were wild with his rage. He was also flanked by Jisung and Changbin whose fingers wrapped around the handles of their weapons. “You learned a lesson tonight, didn’t you?” Chan growled, grabbing the man by his collar to toss him into the floor. I winced when Chan’s heeled boot pressed down against the man’s throat, and his hands immediately wrapped themselves around my husband’s leg as he choked. 

There was every reason to feel horrified, watching my husband handle a man with so much violence while surrounded by blood and gore. But I didn’t feel scared. Instead, I smiled as I stood aside with our drinks, watching the action unfold with greedy eyes.

Present

It was late, and I could feel myself growing anxious. I passed the time by pacing the floor, resisting the urge to run into the other room and demand an update from Jeongin and Felix. They were playing a pivotal role in tonight’s mission, and they didn’t need my distraction.

But I could tell that something was wrong. The clock was ticking away loudly in the background, and every instinct was screaming at me to call my husband and demand his whereabouts. “Come on,” I muttered, hugging my arms around my stomach as I was prone to do these days.

Sleep wasn’t an option. Becaus my mind was a chaotic mess of restless thoughts and horrible scenarios flashing across my eyes. What if something bad happened to Chan?

I couldn’t stand it anymore. He had always promised me that he would come home, but it felt shallow on nights like this. Because life never promised any guarantees, especially when you put yourself in harms way on a regular basis.

I was approaching my wits end when Jeongin burst into my room with wide eyes. “What is it?” I snapped at him, allowing my frustration to boil over like a steaming kettle.

“We have to go to the hospital,” Jeongin said, and he somehow managed to catch me before I collapsed in the floor.

Past

But I suddenly couldn’t breathe, looking down at the seemingly mundane object in my hand. It was forecasting a fate that neither Chan nor myself had planned for our future. Something that could be dangerous in our world, and I already feared for my unborn child’s life.

However, it wasn’t something that I could hide - a secret to hold onto because it wouldn’t bear any consequences. This changed everything, and I had no idea how to tell Chan when I saw him later that evening. We had plans to have dinner together, and he looked divine as always, dressed impeccably with his hair slicked back, and perhaps to anyone else he would appear perfectly put together. But I knew better than most.

“How was work?” I asked, staring down at my dinner plate because I had lost my appetite.

“It was fine,” Chan said, shoveling another spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth like it was his last meal on Earth. “What did you do while I was gone?”

“Not much,” I said, hesitating as I looked down at the pregnancy test in my lap. “Felix kept me entertained.”

“As long as he’s staying out of trouble,” Chan said, reclining back in his chair as he looked at me from over the table. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” I said, and my tone was quiet and uncertain, but Chan must’ve had a billion other thoughts on his mind because he didn’t comment on my mood.

“I’m not busy tomorrow,” Chan said. “We can do whatever you want.”

It made my heart swell with affection to hear him say that since I knew that he was either lying or exaggerating. Because Chan never had any free time. “Channie,” I started, “I have something to tell you.”

Chan adjusted the sleeves of his shirt, revealing his forearms. “What is it?”

I bit my tongue, wrapping my fingers around the pregnancy test as I carefully brought it onto the table. There were so many ways that I could tell him, but nothing seemed to sound correct inside my head, and I was fumbling with an explanation. However, when I met Chan’s sweet smile and kind eyes, I managed to latch onto an inkling of confidence, finding my voice the longer we continued to look at one another. “I’m pregnant,” I whispered to Chan, watching him carefully as he listened.

His eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and I would’ve never noticed if I wasn’t paying such close attention. But then he noticed the test I had brought resting on top of the table. “It was positive,” he said, almost like an observation.

“Yeah,” I said with a nod, waiting with bated breath as he folded his arms across his chest - and it was a vulnerable position.

Eventually, Chan stood up from the table, and I shivered when I thought that he might leave the room, but he instead came to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “We’ll make it work, baby girl,” he said, holding me like I was something fragile that he needed to protect. There were tears in my eyes before I could hold them back, and Chan was kneeling on the floor and looking at me with so much love. “I’m gonna give you the world,” he promised, and it was a solemn declaration, sealed with a kiss to my shirt-covered stomach.

Present

Time was a social construct, and we can feel its effects most profoundly in the moments when it feels like it might run out before we can do anything to stop the inevitable. In desperation, we struggle to breach the surface of the water and take a much-needed deep breath - but there’s only so much that we can do for the things beyond our control. Yet, we still try to remedy them, and I found myself pacing anxiously outside of his hospital room, ignoring the suggestions from his other members to relax and sit down. Because my mind was incapable of settling down, and I could only chant the words, he can’t die, as they repeated over and over again inside my head, remembering how the doctor looked at me when I confronted him.

“We’ll do the best we can,” the doctor had told me, but it wasn’t good enough.

I was on the edge of total self-destruction, and maybe it was the first time that I finally realized just how affected I would be without Chan. Because the world would be so cold without him next to my side, and I couldn’t bear the thought of facing that oblivion of darkness.

He had to keep living for me...

“Mrs. Bang,” a nurse said, pulling my attention to the smiling woman approaching me. “You can see him now.”

I sniffled and nodded, following the nurse as she led me to Chan’s room, feeling my heart grow lighter with every step in the right direction. Until I was confronted with Chan’s familiar presence, watching me from his hospital bed, and I was on cloud nine as I rushed to him. Wrapping my arms around him as I cried softly into his shoulder. “Channie,” I whimpered, pulling back to press my lips against his for the necessary reassurance of his touch.

“I’m okay,” he said. “Everything’s fine.”

I shook my head because the fear was still there - lingering at the edges of my subconscious, acting as a reminder of the utter dread that I had experienced when Jeongin first told me that Chan was somewhere I never wanted to see him. “I thought you were gone,” I whispered, grabbing his hands to ground myself in this reality with Chan, surviving the impossible for another day. “This is my worst fear, Chan,” I continued. “That you won’t come home, and our kid will grow up without their father.”

Chan sighed, and I noticed that his eyes were swollen around the rims, and there were unshed tears waiting to fall. “I’m sorry,” he said. 

“It can’t happen again,” I told him sternly, hoping I looked more fierce than I felt on the inside. Because Chan needed to be explicitly told these things in the only way that he would understand.

“I’ll always do my best for you,” he said, and I realized that his tone was thick with emotion and the unsaid words between us that we were both still too afraid to vocalize.

“I love you, Chan,” I said. “I know you like the work that you do, but I think it might be time to take on less responsibilities.”

“You’re right,” he said, looking up at me with a sad smile. “I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“I just need you,” I said, allowing him to pull me onto the bed next to him, and we both savored the silence humming throughout the room and the familiar presence of the person who we needed more than anything else in this cruel world. 

#stray kids #skz #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #stray kids writer #stray kids chan #bang chan fanfic #chan fanfic #bang chan smut #stray kids mafia au #stray kids imagine #stray kids scenarios #bang chan x y/n #stray kids angst

[cuddlepilefics]

Nap time, baby

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Chan

Caregiver: Felix

 No one’s POV.:

Working on their new album, 3racha and especially Chan were getting back to the dorm later and later each night. Today was especially tough because JYP rejected almost half of the songs they had been working on. When the clock was nearing two in the morning, Chan sent his two dongsaengs home. It was obvious that Changbin had been struggling with a headache for the past few hours and Jisung was spacing out so much, the leader doubted he was as awake as he claimed to be. The two also didn’t put up as much of a fight as he had them expected to, though they begged him to go back to the dorm with them. Chan couldn’t afford going back yet. There was still so much work to do and it would only continue to pile up if he didn’t get it done with now. Sure, he was beyond exhausted but even if he went home with his friends now, he wouldn’t be able to sleep, knowing what was waiting at the studio for him the next day. To make matters worse, Chan started do doubt his composing skills with how many of their new songs had been cancelled. He had poured his heart out on the paper and hearing that that wasn’t enough for Stay hurt him more than he wanted to admit. Still he didn’t want to give those songs up completely, so when Changbin and Jisung left, he opened those files and played around a bit. Maybe with a bit more editing, they would be good enough.

When Chan finally locked up the studio and went home for the night, it was five in the morning. He shuffled into the dark and quiet dorm, knowing he was the only one still up. He didn’t even bother to take a shower because he knew he had to be back at the company in only a few hours and he wanted to get the most sleep out of the time he was given. Tiptoeing into the room he shared with Changbin and Felix, he found both of his dongsaengs knocked out in their beds. Changbin’s face looked so much more peaceful and his eyebrows weren’t furrowed in pain like they were earlier. Just to be sure, the leader quickly collected painkillers and a bottle of water and placed them on the rapper’s nightstand. Hopefully Changbin wouldn’t need them and would be fine when he woke up. Then he took off his shirt and slipped into bed, letting the softness of his blanket envelop him. As his tense muscles relaxed into the mattress, it took almost no time for sleep to pull him under.

Everything was dark around them, the music had just ended and now there was silence. No reaction from the crowd in front of them, the lightsticks turned off. Looking around, he found the terrified faces of his dongsaengs, waiting desperately for the usual cheers that they got after a performance but there was nothing, just a black ocean of silence and it was slowly drowning them. He hadn’t worked hard enough, didn’t produce good enough music. He was the reason his members, his brothers had to experience their first black ocean. When the first tears fell from the youngers’ eyes, Chan couldn’t take it anymore. This was his fault because he was a terrible leader, a terrible friend and a terrible hyung. He just wasn’t enough. His head started to spin and slowly got fuzzier as his throat tightened with the urge to cry. He felt like falling as the darkness swallowed him.

Panting Chan shot up in bed, still feeling fuzzy and still surrounded by darkness. He couldn’t see anything in the dark that surrounded him, he felt lost and alone as a sob tore from his throat. There was some quiet shuffling, which Chan couldn’t hear over his cries, before the darkness disappeared, illuminated by a bedside lamp on the other side of the room. Then there were arms around him, he wasn’t alone anymore. In the dim light, Chan blinked at his Aussie brother through tears and buried his face in the worried boy’s shoulder. “Hey, hey, it’s okay mate. Whatever you thought was happening, it was just a dream”, Felix soothed in a low voice, running his hand up and down the older’s bare back. The only reply he got were more sobs and he looked over at his other hyung, who was still knocked out on the third bed in the room. Carefully, the dancer grabbed Chan’s arm and pulled him to his feet, guiding him to the living room. The leader was clinging to him like his life depended on him, like he would lose him in the darkness, that could return at any moment.

“Hyung, …too dawk – not enough”, Chan whimpered, while Felix tried to wipe the tears that just continued to run down the leader’s cheeks. Finally, it clicked and Felix realized the other had slipped into his headspace. He removed his hands from Chan’s face and let the little bury his head in his chest. Chan soon started to suck on the fabric of Felix’ sleep shirt, leaving a wet spot, and slowly his breathing evened out and the tears stopped falling as the only thing he focused on were Felix’ heartbeat close to his ear and the calming scent of his shirt. When Felix felt the other had calmed down enough, he whispered: “You’re okay now, kangaroo. It was just a nightmare, not real at all.” Chan nodded and glanced at the clock, realizing he had only had about two hours of sleep. Whining, he pressed himself closer to Felix, who chuckled and ruffled his head. “Want to try and sleep some more?”, he asked, ready to tuck the little back in. Chan shook his head and whimpered. He knew the bad dreams would come back to haunt him, if he dared to close his eyes again. The caregiver sensed his fear and turned on the TV, searching for a cartoon to distract the little. It seemed to work and Chan even tolerated him leaving the room for a moment. He wanted to get the little a hoodie and make some hot chocolate. The leader giggled cutely when Felix put the hoodie over his head and pulled the hood over his face for a second. When his eyes fell on the cup of hot chocolate, covered in marshmallows and sprinkles, he immediately made grabby hands at it and the caregiver had to remind him to slow down or else he’d burn his tongue. The nightmare long forgotten, the two Aussies enjoyed their cartoon and cuddled on the couch waiting for the rest of the group to wake up. Sure, Felix was tired and cursed having to get up early but it wasn’t earlier than necessary. If he could get up early for their schedule, he could get up early for his little too.

Before they knew it, an hour had passed and the members sleepily shuffled into the kitchen to quickly force down a small breakfast before they’d have to head to their schedule. Minho was the first to spot the two Aussies on the couch and approached them, asking what they were doing up so early. Felix sighed and sat up with Chan still in his lap, explaining: “Our little Channie here woke up about an hour ago from a bad nightmare and he was too scared to go back to sleep, so we just stayed here.” – “Oh, he slipped?”, the second oldest asked. They all knew about their leader’s headspace, although it had been a while since he last slipped. Felix nodded, whispering that it was about time after neglecting his little side for weeks. Minho could only agree and promised Felix he’d find a way to let both him and Chan stay at the dorm today. The leader wouldn’t like taking a day off but he needed to rest and hopefully being little would make him comply easier. After breakfast, Changbin sat down next to his roommates on the couch. “Don’t worry about today, Jisung and I will have it handled at the studio and Minho and Hyunjin said, they’d just teach you they dance moves for the new choreography some other time”, the rapper smiled, “Just please get our kangaroo here to rest because I’m honestly surprised how he can still go on with how little sleep he has had recently. It’s good he finally slipped, so he can let go of the stress for a bit.” – “I’ll try my best. Right baby? We’ll spend a nice day full of cartoons and naps”, the caregiver cooed. Chan bit his lip, feeling guilty as he watched his members leave the dorm for work. Memories of his dream kept resurfacing, despite being little, he could feel that he should pull himself out of it and go to work too because he wasn’t working hard enough. He was letting his brothers down who had to work harder now that he stayed home. He wasn’t enough.

Felix watched the leader’s face grow sad and was quick to pull him from his thoughts with a lighthearted hair-ruffle, laughing: “Let’s make breakfast, cutie. Hyungie hasn’t made pancakes in ages.” The dancer quickly mixed the batter together and let the little stir the finished batter, so he’d be occupied while Felix got the pan ready. Chan watched in wonder as his caregiver flipped the pancakes like it was the easiest thing in the world. Felix also chopped up some fruit and decorated the little’s pancakes with a cute smiley face, while simply stacking his own pancakes and adding some fruits on the side. He put the bowl of chopped strawberries into the fridge for later and carried the two plates to the dining table, Chan following him and clapping his hands excitedly. The first difficulties started when the little got emotional over having to destroy the cutely arranged food on his plate. Felix dried his tears and when the leader was ready to finally eat, he fed him his breakfast. After cleaning the dishes, they moved to the couch again to watch some more cartoons and nibble on the strawberries. The morning seemed to be going well, especially because Felix knew about the little’s love for strawberries and continued to feed him while watching TV. Sadly, the mood soon took a turn when the bowl was empty and he asked Chan to go brush his teeth. “Nuh! Nuh wanna”, the leader frowned, stomping his foot when Felix dragged him to the bathroom. After a bunch of threats and the caregiver counting down, Chan gave in and brushed his teeth but continued to sulk afterwards.

He sat on the opposite side of the couch from Felix and when the dancer asked for cuddles, he shook his head and shifted further away. The little hadn’t said another word to his caregiver and still didn’t feel like it. He was upset at him for making him brush his teeth and threatening to take his favorite plushie, a stuffed husky, away for the rest of the day. Suddenly, the screen in front of him turned black and he turned to Felix with a shocked expression. Felix sat there with the remote in his hand, giving him a challenging look and stating: “Wow, you’re finally looking at me.” – “Tuwn on!” – “No, mister. First you listen to me. You need to drop your attitude right now because you’re being cranky for now reason”, the caregiver warned sternly. Chan’s eyes started to burn. Felix wasn’t mad yet, just warning but his voice sounded scary. Felix sighed and set the remote down on the coffee table. He could see the other’s wobbly bottom lip, so he hummed: “What’s really going on, Channie? You’re usually so well-behaved and never cause trouble for your hyungs. This is not like the sweet little boy I know, so please talk to hyung.” The caregiver’s voice had gone soft and his face showed nothing but worry, so the little couldn’t do anything but break down. Felix opened his arms an invitation because he wasn’t sure the leader wanted to be touched right now.

Sniffling, Chan crawled into his caregiver’s lap and tried to absorb as much of the other’s warmth as he possibly could. Felix petted his messy curls, which felt so comforting that the little just melted into his touch. “Channie tiwed”, the little whimpered, “Nuh feel good, evewything huwts.” The dancer frowned, he should have known. His baby was extremely overworked and sleep deprived. He always gets a bit cranky when he’s tired and Felix couldn’t even imagine how tired the leader must be. It also didn’t come as a surprise that he felt achy from working so much and resting so little. The dancer rubbed his back and kissed his forehead, whispering: “I know, sweetie, I know. Do you want to take a nap?” Chan shook his head and sniffled a bit, he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. “Insomnia?”, Felix questioned and the little nodded with a pitiful whine. Then the dancer had an idea. He stood up, koala-carrying the other to the bathroom and starting a warm bath. “It’s okay, Channie. Why don’t you take a nice and warm bath and relax for a bit? Look, hyungie got you a pretty bathbomb too”, the caregiver promised, pulling out a large purple bathbomb. Chan calmed down and removed his clothes. The warm water relaxed his muscles and he giggled when the water started to bubble from the bathbomb Felix had dropped in.

Soon the water had turned a deep purple shade and lavender scented steam drifted through the bathroom. Felix had left only for a second to get the little some fresh and comfy clothes but his heart broke when he saw Chan just laying in the tub and staring at the ceiling above. The bath toy, his beloved rubber ducky sat untouched on the rim of the tub, the little not having the energy to play. The caregiver placed the stack of clothes down on the sink and crouched next to the tub, humming: “Hey kangaroo, want hyung to wash your hair?” Chan nodded and with some struggle sat up, turning his back to Felix. The dancer took some shampoo and made sure to take a few minutes to massage the little’s scalp he also used some conditioner afterwards because he knew the other didn’t take care of his frequently died hair enough. Chan yawned when he climbed out of the tub, a large fluffy towel wrapped around his shoulders. He put on the clothes Felix had picked out and sat on the closed toilet lid while the caregiver dried his hair and applied some moisturizer to his face. “Want hyung to make you a bottle?”, Felix asked, guiding the little to the couch. Chan nodded and curled up with one of the cushions while the other went to the kitchen.

Felix still had hopes to get Chan to sleep, so he decided to feed him the bottle in bed. While the leader sat in the center of his bed indecisively, holding his plushie in his lap, the caregiver placed the bottle on the nightstand. Pulling his favorite blanket off his own bed, he smiled at the little: “Now, let’s get you all comfy. Hyung will lend you his favorite fluffy blanket to wrap you up all nice and cozy. You can cuddle Skye (plushie) and have your bottle.” Felix sat down against the headboard of Chan’s bed. He parted his legs and let the leader sit between them with his back against the caregiver’s chest. Then he pulled the blanket over them and tucked it around Chan’s broad shoulders. The leader was always a bit shy about his little side, so it was easier for him to drink from a bottle when they weren’t facing each other. Felix ran one hand through Chan’s damp curls to get him to relax and used the other to raise the bottle to the little’s face, who was quick to latch onto it with his lips. The more time passed, the more the caregiver could feel the little relax and by the time the bottle was empty, Chan had completely melted into him. Felix set the bottle on the nightstand and shifted them into a lying position, with the blanket tucked around them comfortably. The leader certainly seemed sleepy now.

They lay in comfortable silence for almost half an hour and Felix was certain that the other was asleep. At least till the boy on his chest whimpered: “Hyung, Channie nuh can sleep.” His voice was weak from exhaustion and muffled from the fabric of Felix shirt and the blanket. The caregiver’s heart broke. He had hoped so hard that his little was finally getting the rest he needed. “It’s okay, little kangaroo. You don’t have to sleep, we can just lay here and cuddle. Do you want hyung to read you a story?”, Felix cooed. He knew the harder he tried, the harder it would be to fall asleep. He pulled out his phone and pulled up a random bedtime story he found on the internet. Making sure to keep his voice low and his accent prominent, Felix started reading, a small smile on his face when Chan played with his fingers. The little seemed so fascinated by the dancer’s tiny hand that, like the tiny baby he is, he had to take it into his mouth. Felix got startled for a second but chuckled when Chan started to suck on two of his fingers. He really needed to buy the little a pacifier at some point, so he wouldn’t just take anything like Felix’ shirt, hoodie strings, his sleeves or Felix’ fingers into his mouth. Though it didn’t really bother him because he saw how at peace the leader looked and he wouldn’t dare pull him hand away. Felix almost squealed with joy when he finally heard soft snores from the boy in his arms but stopped himself to not disturb the little’s rare sleep. He kissed Chan’s head and put his phone away, whispering: “Alright, it’s nap time, baby.”

#stray kids #skz #whump #angst #fanfic #fanfiction #little #little space #litlespace #headspace #agere #age regression #bang chan #lee felix #chanlix #fluff #comfort

[laws-yellow-submarine]

Uhhhh hi? Lol I dunno if anyone remembers this, but this past May I mentioned I was going through quite a lot, and at the time I had a Hazel-focused Mother's Day angst one-shot half-written, that never got finished.

Well, it's 3:30 am, and it's finished! 😃 this was written on my phone, so it may not be well edited, and I can't guarantee it's 100% in character; but it was cathartic as hell. I won't be including this in Together With Fruit (it just doesn't fit anywhere), but I will say it's 100% canon to Hazel’s character/story. That being said, you don't have to read it if you don't want to - it's a little heavy, imo, and I won't be offended if people skip it.

But without further ado, I present: The Problems with Mother's Day

TW/CW: Parental angst, estranged parent relationships, mentions of death, feelings of inadequacy (if I need to add anything lemme know!)

Word Count: 2,052

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From the moment Hazel opened her eyes, she knew it was going to be a long day. The skies were cloudy, the waves choppy, and her roommate’s face was about ten inches away, smiling a little too sweetly.

“Ahh!” she yelled, jumping back in bed. “Nami, what the hell?!”

“Oh good, you’re up!” Nami chirped at her, doing nothing to alleviate the suspicion in Hazel’s gut. “I need a favor!”

“I told you before: if Luffy gets his head stuck between the railings, it’s better to just leave him there or he’ll never learn his lesson.”

“No, no, not that, silly!” Hazel glared further at the young woman, suspicion thoroughly piqued. “See, it’s Mother’s Day! Normally, Nojiko and I have a tradition of cooking a big breakfast, but since she’s obviously not here, I was wondering if you’d like to join me?” and then she flashed the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes Hazel had ever seen. Which was saying something, considering how often Ace had tried to use that on her when they were kids. 

There was just one issue.

“It’s Mother’s Day?” Hazel groaned, rubbing one hand over her face. Nami took her groaning as a sign of tiredness, and enthusiastically nodded her head.

“Please, Hazel? My sister and I do this every year, and I’d really like to share it with you!”

Guilt gnawed at Hazel’s gut. How could she possibly say “no” now?

“Sure, Nami...just,” she sighed, “give me a second to get dressed.” And then Nami let out a squeal, of all things, hugged the purple-haired girl around the shoulders, and bounded up the stairs.

Left alone, Hazel took a deep, shuddery breath. Then she took another one. Then another, on and on until they became steadier, and the world didn’t feel like it’d swallow her up right there. She stood up, padding over to the closet the girls shared, and quickly threw on a plain t-shirt and shorts; something she wouldn’t be upset about getting messy. She threw her curly hair into a messy ponytail, squared her shoulders, and with a firm nod of her head, she followed after Nami.

It was early, enough so that the sun had barely peaked over the horizon. With all the clouds in the sky, the seascape remained a rather dull blue, the orange of the sun’s rays blocked from view. Even Sanji, who normally woke up pretty early to get a start on breakfast, was still nestled deep in his hammock down below.

“How’d you manage to secure the kitchen for the day?” she asked as she entered the galley, deftly catching the apron Nami tossed her way.

“I told Sanji-kun I had something special planned, batted my eyelashes a bit, and he was convinced to sleep in for a day,” Nami explained, pulling the last of the ingredients from the fridge and setting them on the counter. “I’ve got the pancake batter covered, if you wanna get a start on the bacon!”

Hazel slid up to the counter, eyeing the array of food and utensils the navigator had set out. It had been a while since she'd made bacon - Luffy had a habit of stealing the still sizzling strips from the pan - but she dutifully set to work at the stove as Nami chatted on.

"One year, Belle-mere wasn't able to afford our usual breakfast ingredients, so Nojiko and I had to improvise," the younger woman was saying as she steadily dribbled pancake batter onto the skillet. "We snuck into the tangerine grove and picked as many as we could find, but we stuck to the smaller ones so they wouldn't be missed." Hazel hummed in acknowledgement, gut churning. "Nojiko set up an entire tray of tangerines cut into different shapes, but when Belle-mere tried to eat? Her face puckered up like this!"

Nami's face scrunched into an expression that resembled a dried up pufferfish, cheeks sunken in and eyes screwed shut, before she bust out laughing at the memory. Hazel smiled good-naturedly, piling more bacon onto the plate beside her, and Nami launched into another story.

"Oh! And then there was the year I tried to make the pancakes by myself for the first time! Normally that was Nojiko's job, but I convinced her to let me try," the navigator said, eyes far away as she expertly flipped another pancake. "The entire kitchen ended up covered in batter! I'm not even sure how it happened - I thought Belle-mere would be furious! I was so scared I hid in the closet, but I didn't realize I'd tracked flour behind me." Nami shook her head, smiling. "Belle-mere opened the closet door, took one look at me, and grinned this huge grin. She said it was the 'best year ever'..."

Hazel bit her cheek as Nami sighed wistfully. "Belle-mere was always saying that: it was the 'best year ever', no matter how much we ruined breakfast."

"Hm."

"Hazel, are you ok?"

"Huh?" Hazel glanced at her in surprise, then quickly resumed her task, tension coiling in her gut as she nodded. Just breathe, Hazel…

"Are you sure?" Nami asked, worry ringing in her voice. "You don't seem to be having much fun."

"I'm fine, Nami," Hazel grit out, flinching back as a drop of grease jumped out at her.

"No you're not! What's wrong?"

"Look, I said I'm fine, alright?!" Hazel snapped, turning from the bacon to glare at the young girl. "I just don't really give a shit about Mother's Day!"

Nami's gasp was accented by the galley door opening, their crew's footsteps halting as Hazel’s statement hung in the air. All at once, her anger fled, replaced quickly with burning shame at Nami's watery gaze. Swallowing against the lump in her throat, and the warmth growing in her cheeks, Hazel muttered a quick "sorry" before bolting from the room.

The others watched her go, breakfast momentarily forgotten, until the familiar thwap thwap of their captain's flip flops broke the silence, punctuated by Luffy’s excited cry: "Sanji! Food!"

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"I just don't get it!" Nami yelled as she sat at the table, anger, embarrassment, and guilt all warring within her. Hazel still hadn't returned to the kitchen. "It's just Mother's Day. It should be a day to celebrate!"

"I'm sure Hazel-chan has her reasons, Nami-san," Sanji said around his cigarette, unhappy that "his girls" were at odds. Luffy scratched under his hat. 

"What's Mother's Day?"

Luckily for him, Luffy was used to the incredulous stares his crew often bestowed on him. Even Zoro was looking at him like he'd grown a second head. Wait. Could he do that?

"Even you should know what Mother's Day is," Nami scolded the boy as he inexplicably began to pull at the skin on his shoulder.

Luffy shrugged. "Nope!"

"It's the day you celebrate your mom!" Nami was met with a blank stare. "You know, the one who provides for you, even if it means she goes without."

"The one who encourages your dreams, and loves you unconditionally," Sanji added, a wistful look in his eye as he flicked his cigarette.

"The one who tells you stories, and tucks you into bed at night," Usopp chimed in, face alight with happy memories.

But Luffy merely raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Hazel already has a birthday, I'm supposed to give her two parties?!"

And then the room grew silent once more as the weight of his question settled on the others' shoulders. Nami felt her stomach clench, threatening to evict a breakfast she hadn't even eaten as she realized what had happened. She pushed herself to her feet, rushing out of the kitchen with barely a word to the others.

She had to find Hazel.

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Nami found her standing against the railing, on the complete opposite side of the ship. Hazel’s arms were crossed in front of her, the wind blowing through her loose, purple curls as she gazed out at the sea. The navigator approached slowly, suddenly nervous now that she was here. But before she could utter any apology, Hazel beat her to it.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you. That wasn't very fair, and you didn't deserve it."

Nami's brown eyes snapped up to the other woman's face, still not facing her, and swallowed against the growing lump in her throat.

"I'm the one who should be sorry," she said, leaning on the rail beside her. "I should have asked you first. I shouldn't have assumed you'd be OK with it."

Hazel shrugged. "You had good intentions, at least. It's the thought that counts."

"Is it?" But Hazel didn't answer, and the two slipped into a heavy silence broken only by the crash of waves against the hull. "What happened to her?" Nami finally asked, shoulders tensed as she waited for the older woman to either answer or scold her.

Hazel only sighed. "Honestly?" she clicked her tongue, shrugging her shoulders and biting her lip. "No idea. Don't really remember her."

"But if you don't remember…" Nami started, eyes lighting up as an idea struck her. "Then she could still be out there somewhere! Maybe we'll find her-!"

"I hope she's dead."

The finality of the statement struck Nami dumb, mouth hanging open in shock at the woman's deadened expression. There was no waver in Hazel’s tone, no room for any doubt that she meant it. "What…?"

Hazel laughed through her nose, a bitter sound. "Sounds horrible, right? Especially today of all days? But it's true." Hazel’s jaw clenched, her fists curling around the Merry's railing. "If she's dead, then it wasn't a choice. If she's dead, then she didn't decide to -! She didn't just -!" Her shoulders shook, breaths coming out in ragged gasps, unable to finish the statement.

Nami reacted without thinking, pulling the shaking woman into her arms without hesitation. Hazel's voice broke, heartache echoing between them as she gasped out: "why wasn't I enough?"

"Now you look at me!" Nami cried, pulling back to lock her eyes onto Hazel’s. "Don't you ever think you aren't enough! Just look at everything you've done! We're all here because of you, Hazel!"

Hazel rolled her watery gray eyes. "You're here because of Luffy - I'm just emotional support." But Nami shook her head.

"Luffy may have brought us together, but he only got to where he is because you supported him! He thinks the absolute world of you, he loves you - we all love you! And you've done all of this without her! Screw her!" Hazel dissolved into a new round of tears, and Nami pulled her back into her warm embrace. "New tradition: from now on, let us show you how much we appreciate you, whether that's through breakfast together, or leaving you the hell alone."

Hazel choked out a wet, shaky laugh, fingers clutching tightly to Nami's t-shirt as the tears flowed through her. Finally, they subsided, and as she leaned back Nami helped wipe the remaining tear tracks away. Hazel took a deep breath, then another, feeling lighter than she had all day. Then, her stomach growled.

"I think I'm ready to go back to breakfast," she murmured, too drained to be embarrassed. Nami just smiled, linking their arms together as she led the way back to the others.

When they entered the galley, the pair were separated when a rubbery figure launched itself at Hazel. Luffy wrapped his limbs around his sister, squeezing so tight it was a wonder she didn't break a rib. "Hazel! Sanji made you coffee! He wouldn't let me try it but I did anyway - how do you drink that stuff?!"

Hazel just smiled at his rambling, wiggling her arms free of her brother's embrace, surprising the boy when she hugged him back (almost) as tightly, and kissed him on the forehead. "Heeey!" He whined, pulling away to angrily rub at the spot she'd kissed. "What was that for?!"

"Nothing, just…I'm proud of you, Luff." The boy's face broke into a grin.

"Shishishi! I'm proud of you, too! Now, let's eat!"

Finally, the Straw Hats gathered around the table, digging into their meal with an excited frenzy. Sipping her coffee, Hazel nudged the woman beside her. "Thanks, Nami," she said, smiling easily after the events of that morning. "But, for future reference? On Father's Day, you may just wanna let me stay in bed."

#monkey d. hazel #one piece oc #one piece original character #together with fruit #one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece fan fic #monkey siblings #monkey d. luffy #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #usopp #cat burglar nami #straw hat pirates #yes it's a mother's day fic in October - sue me lol #leyna go to bed at a decent time challenge

[nuttytani]

Just like a movie

fandom: ikevamp

pairing: vlad x gn!reader 

words: 2000+

warnings: mentions of food and that's pretty much it

a/n- this was my secret santa gift for my dear friend: @jiyuu-chan ! + if you enjoyed it; feedback is highly appreciated!

People say that you are meant to meet a special someone in your life. Someone who would change everything, who would complete you like a piece of a puzzle- someone you are destined to be with from the moment you are born, a string of fate tying you closer.

Soulmates have a special bond with each other; a red string that is attached to their pinky- which can only be seen by them. Such is drilled into every child’s brain from a young age.

When you were younger, your father would always tell you stories of how he had met his soulmate, his wife...your mother. It was otherworldly he said, like nothing else- an indescribable moment, and he wanted you to just know when you had met yours.  

“One day, you’ll also meet your one and only, sweetheart!”

“Really? But…. how will I know?”

“Really! It’s simple. You’ll see a red-,” your dad said- looking a little too excited.

“DARLING- STOP! DIDN’T WE DISCUSS THIS!?? Don’t annoy the poor child…,” your mother screeched from the kitchen as she stormed to your place- giving her husband a sharp look before turning to look at you,  “sweety- you’ll know when that day comes, alright? Why don’t you go play, hmm?”

You only nodded meekly, and rushed upstairs- glad to have your dad stop talking. Your parents’ banter was now muffled, but your mind was clouded with thoughts of what your father was about to say. Perhaps your mother was right...it’s better not to know to keep the moment special.

As you grew up, from kindergarten, primary school to highschool and finally college; you stood by and watched most of your friends find their other half- until you were the only one left. You’d always feel a dull pang in your heart...what if you were destined to be alone for life? When were you going to meet your soulmate? Will people keep on taunting you? These thoughts would lurk in your head, until you couldn’t think anymore. But now you were older and more carefree than before, such thoughts didn’t bother you any longer- at least not completely.

Every once in a while, your family and friends would dreamily tell you about their experience, while you’d just listen and nod. An exhausting cycle, where all your concerns would come rushing back to you. Then, of course, they’d never forget to ask about your nonexistent love life... It wasn’t fun to watch them shoot you a sympathetic smile and say “don’t worry, your time will come soon!”

Truly, having a soulmate or not didn’t matter to you, at least that’s what you think. It wasn’t uncommon for few people to be ‘alone’ although that was quite rare and an unfortunate occurrence. Why was it so hard for people to leave you alone? Real life isn't a romantic movie, like everyone would depict it as.

“There we go! I think that’s it now,” the strawberry brunette sighed as he placed the vase of wildflowers on the coffee table. 

“Finally! I’m so tired,” you groaned, slipping to the floor as your back pushed against the couch.

Fumbling with the book in your hands, you motioned the man to sit beside you- not too long after, he too sat lamely next to you on the cold hardwood. Exactly five hours passed since you and your friend Charles began organizing your new house. The two of you were working nonstop- tirelessly to get the place looking more liveable and comfortable. It was a struggle, but the effort was worth it.

“You know...you owe me for this big time,” Charles announced cheekily.

“Spill it. What do you want Charlot?” Brows shot up your forehead, you knew that smile all too well.

“First of all...stop calling me ‘Charlot’ it’s weird! Only Faust calls me that. And to answer your question- I would like to eat your pancakes.” He flashed you a toothy grin.

“Sure whatever you say Charlot,” you snickered, “with coffee?”

“Uh-huh!”

With a roll of your eyes, you stood up and threw the book on the couch before heading to the kitchen. Straight away- you pulled out the mixing bowl and sieved the dry ingredients, while humming to a tune that was stuck in your head.

About a week had passed since you moved into your new house, it was a decent place and safe neighbourhood. But the best part about it was the fact that your house was a five minute walk from town. That meant no more lazy drives to the market, quite the bonus actually.

Remembering a task- you shouted to Charles, “Can you be a sweetheart and do me a favour?”

“Ask away child, your wish is my command,” he said with a flourish of his hands.

“Haha very funny- go get the mail”

“No no no- you’re forgetting something. What’s the magic word~” he sang in a high pitch.

“...Monsieur Charlie, can you please get the mail,” you huffed in annoyance.

Sounds of pancake sizzling and boiling of the kettle filled the kitchen, you were too busy flipping the pancake to notice Charles' presence back in the living room. His eyes were squinting hard at the brown box and some mail sitting snugly between his arms. He looked back and forth between the parcel and your back before he cleared his throat, capturing your attention.

“Hey uhh...is your home address 216b?”

“No. It’s 215b- why do you ask?”

“Are you sure? Because your mail says-”

Before the man could complete his sentence; you snatched the package from him- your eyes widening momentarily.

“I suppose the addresses got mixed up…” Charles muttered

“Yea looks like it…”

The two of you just stared at the package, not knowing what to do. Your first thought was to drop it off at the right address. The house was just in front of yours, it shouldn’t be a problem and maybe you could introduce yourself to your neighbour at the same time.

A smoky scent filled the living, interrupting your train of thoughts; your nose scrunching up in disgust- “What’s that smell?”

The two of you stared at each other quizzically before exclaiming at the same time “THE PANCAKES!!”

[Unfortunately, it took a great deal of time trying to scrape the burnt pancake off your pan and clean it. The unknown package was the last thing on your mind.]

“Thanks for the help Charles, I appreciate it.” You smiled at him.

“No problem, after all, I got to eat a good meal in turn,” he gave you a wink before bidding his byes.

The sky lost its pale blue colour and was now transformed into soft red and violet, all blending in to create a beautiful gradient with specks of white clouds adorning like freckles. A mop of unfamiliar silvery hair passed by your peripheral as you stared up the sky, taking a shy glance towards the man.

You stared at his back discreetly as he fumbled with the keys before opening the entrance to his house. 

‘216b’ the golden letters glistened. 

Huh. So that’s your neighbour! Maybe now’s the time you give him back the parcel, and that’s what you did.

You knocked thrice on the emerald green door, while balancing the huge brown box on your other arm- waiting patiently while you internally panicked. Your hands started to sweat and the box started to slip. Rushed footsteps echoed from the other side before halting suddenly, the green door opened with a start; giving you a little shock.

Once again, you were met with the silvery haired man; his garnet red eyes flickered to yours and at that moment- you felt as if everything froze around you. Your heart started to beat way too fast, and your breathing became shallow- it felt as if you were underwater. A tingling sensation ran up your left hand, your eyes flashed down to see whatever the problem was- only to be met with a scarlet thread wrapped around your pinky. You looked at the man in clear surprise and he too- looked very taken aback as he followed your eyes.

The silence stretched far too long for your liking, with a clear of your throat- you introduced yourself to the perplexed man and spoke

“...I’m the new neighbour”

“Bonjour, how can I help you?” He stared at you with wide eyes.

“So err- the package— I mean...I-I believe this is your mail?” You motioned to the box in your arms, “Looks like the mailman mixed up our home addresses.” You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Ahh! Why yes- actually I have yours as well- the mail I mean,” his eyes softened in understanding, “Please! Come inside.” He invited you in as he took the parcel from your hands.

“I wouldn’t want to intrude.” You shook your head meekly, still recovering from your speeding heartbeat.

“Not at all! Come in, please,” he insisted with shining eyes.

The house was similar to yours, the same white walls with wooden floors and fixtures- it had a relaxing ambience. You spotted several plants and flowers decorating the house, giving the place a much more peaceful vibe, you were too busy admiring the place to notice your neighbour returning.

He placed two plates of strawberries and tea on the coffee table which caught your attention.

“You have a lovely home uhh…”

“Vlad. I’m Vlad- my apologies, I completely forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me,” Vlad said with a slight smile.

When you turned up his doorsteps, you had no idea of what was to come- you definitely didn’t expect to finally meet your soulmate after all these years and in such a way. Now you understood what people meant by ‘feeling butterflies’

“No, it’s quite alright,” you chuckled while calming your jittery hands.

Vlad took a seat on the couch and pat the place next to him for you to sit. He elegantly picked the teacup and blew softly on it.

“So, how long have you been here?” he asked.

“Not too long actually, been just a week. I’ve finally finished organizing today,” you said while taking a bite into the deep red strawberry- the sweet juiciness making you sigh in delight.

“These strawberries are particularly my favourite- in fact, these were in the parcel you brought,” Vlad said with a deep laugh.

You gave an awkward ‘oh’ as you took a sip from your cup.

Not too long after, the awkwardness disappeared as you two got lost in conversation after conversation and more endless conversation, and a few giggles in between. It was quite easy to trust Vlad- he had a calming and serene aura and had you feeling comfortable in no time, perhaps too comfortable that you didn’t realize how late it was until you glanced at your wristwatch.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry- I lost track of time…”

Vlad gave a hum of acknowledgement as he eyed the wall clock, “It’s not that late.” He looked at you with twinkling eyes, ”Why don’t you stay for dinner? I’d like some company.”

“Hmm I don't know… I’ve overstayed my welcome,” You said with furrowed brows.

“Well I for sure know you haven’t —as I’ve said—I enjoyed your company.”

“Ahh fine! You’re good at tempting people you know?” With a grin, you folded your arms which earned a hearty chuckle from Vlad.

Dinner went smoothly as you two chattered on and on. The two of you stalled your return home but stayed in each other’s presence by washing dishes, eating dessert, extra dessert, and washing dishes yet again until there was nothing left to do.

Once again, you stood at Vlad’s doorstep with a meek smile.

“I had fun, thanks for having me”

“Me too- and it’s not often to find that your neighbour is your soulmate,” Vlad gave you an impish smile.

“Yea— it was, just like—”

“Just like a movie?”

“You stole my words, monsieur.”

“Perhaps this is our movie,” he said while tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

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Saving Her (Ojiro Mashirao x Wolf!Reader)

Part 4: Surprising them at school, Principal Nezu’s arrangement, Ojiro’s determination when it comes to anything concerning your health and safety.

Word Count: 4.2k

When you came to, the sunlight that streamed through the window had you stretching out languidly with a yawn that rivaled a cat's.

So much for being a wolf. You giggled to yourself.

That was the best night's sleep you had gotten in a while.

You rubbed your eyes, opening them and gazing around the room.

It was empty, Ojiro nowhere in sight but you weren't worried or hurt. You distinctly recalled that he had class today. Popping out of bed, you quickly made it neatly before prancing downstairs.

Last night, Ashido had left you a spare change of clothes for you in her room in case you wanted to change into something that fit you better but you couldn't bear to take off Ojiro's hoodie. However, you did change into a pair of shorts since those pants were getting a little too hot.

Tail swishing behind you as you took the stairs, you explored a little bit more now that the building was vacant. You didn't want to bother anyone.

The cement stairs that were clearly only supposed to be used for emergencies since there was no carpet or any decoration might have seemed cold to some but you never felt more at home. Padding down the halls, you couldn't help but notice how quiet it was.

The dormitory seemed hollow compared to the day before when it was bustling with life. Now, not a single soul was in sight.

Usually you liked the quiet, so you couldn't for the life of you figure out why you were suddenly feeling lonely.

You scratched your head, unsure of what to do. Sure you could always visit them but—

Gasping, you nearly tripped over a crack in the ground due to your absentmindedness when an idea popped in your head.

That was it!! You would visit them!!

Alright!! You cheered, then glanced at something over your shoulder that had the gears turning in your head.

Hmmm...

At UA, Aizawa pointed to a diagram on the board with a bored look on his face. "As you can see here, if you recklessly break all your bones like that problem child, Midoriya, then you'll be left powerless to be able to help in a fight."

The student straightened up with an embarrassed flush, stammering as his teacher bluntly called him out.

Bakugou cackled wickedly. "Hah, Deku!!"

"The same can be said for someone who always solves everything with his fists." Aizawa continued without missing a beat.

"Hah?!" Bakugou shouted, outraged.

Aizawa shot him a look, eyes flashing red and black hair rising threateningly. That shut him down pretty quick.

Maintaining his monotone tone from before, he gestured to another point on the board, calming down.

"Read the sections on quirk combat in your textbook for tomorrow's lesson. We'll start with—"

A soft knock on the door interrupted him and he raised an eyebrow, not expecting any visitors for today. Present Mic and Midnight had promised not to bother him anymore during lectures unless it was an emergency and while he didn't expect his two best friends to exactly keep that promise, he didn't necessarily think it would come about this soon. Which is why he didn't think it was them at the door.

The class fell quiet as he strolled over to the door, cracking it open.

His jaw nearly dropped in surprise when he saw you on the other side, holding a container of some sort with padded oven mitts on.

"I hope I'm not interrupting." You said sheepishly, staying out of sight of the rest of the class.

He leaned against the door, successfully blocking his students, who were craning their necks to see, from your view when he noticed you shuffling your feet uncomfortably. Your fluffy ears were twitching nervously and he could only guess it was due to being out and about in a school you've never been in before.

He was about to scold you for coming here on your own when you held up the rectangular pan and his nose crinkled, catching a whiff of chocolate.

"I just came to drop this off," You said with a timid smile, offering up the pan and letting him take it. "It took a bit of practice but I think I got it right. Let me know how it tastes!!"

You flounced off down the hall before he could stop you and he shut the door with one hand while holding your confection in the other, shaking his head in disbelief.

Your mindfulness for others' knew no bounds.

Aizawa's students exclaimed as he came back holding one of Sato's containers.

"What is it?!" Ashido shouted, jumping up to try to get a better look at it.

"Who was at the door?" Kirishima interjected at the same time.

"Is anything wrong?" Ojiro asked, raising his hand to be polite.

Scratching the back of his neck, Aizawa set it down on his desk, uncovering it. A chocolate chiffon cake stared back at him and the edges of his mouth quirked up in a faint smile.

"So, apparently Y/N had some time on her hands and made you all something." He declared emotionlessly, schooling his expression into one of indifference as his class erupted into cheers.

A huge smile stretched across Yaoyorozu and Uraraka's face when they heard that. Ashido exchanged an excited look with Jirou and Hagakure cheered from the side along with Deku. Sato grinned, proud that you somehow remembered what he taught you yesterday. It smelled amazing from his seat and he couldn't wait to try it.

Apparently, none of the others could either as they all surged forward, crowding around Aizawa's desk.

Ojiro ducked his head down, wondering why he felt so elated all of the sudden.

"Y/N-chan was here?!" Kaminari exclaimed, head swiveling to see if he could catch a glimpse of you outside the door even though you were long gone.

"She didn't stay?" Todoroki asked curiously, accepting a piece of cake from Sato after he finished cutting it with a knife Yaoyorozu created.

"She left." Aizawa bit his tongue when he noticed the disheartened looks on his students' faces. "But she might be back later."

Good spirits restored at the possibility of seeing you when class was over, they got back on track, hoping to pass by the time more quickly so that they could see you sooner.

Jaws dropped in shock as they tasted the cake you had made.

A huge smile broke out on Uraraka's face. "It's delicious!!"

"This would go so well with some tea!!" Yaoyorozu added on.

Mineta's eyes rolled in the back of his head. "It practically melts in your mouth."

Asui stayed perched behind Kaminari as Jirou helped Sato distribute the rest to their classmates. Her tongue shot out, stealing a piece of his cake and the electric boy pouted, saddened that half of his piece was now gone. He couldn't hold up the facade for long though, he had such a soft spot for her.

"Bakugou, you want any?" Kirishima offered, holding up an extra he snagged from an irritated Jirou.

He looked away, scoffing. "Why would I want that? It's dumb."

"She made it with love." Kaminari teased, holding out a plate for him.

"Tch, like I care." Bakugou scoffed haughtily.

Kirishima pointed to the slice of cake slyly. "I bet you can't enjoy it more than me."

"SHITTY HAIR, IS THAT A CHALLENGE?!" He yelled, swiping it in a flash.

"Yes." Tokoyami interjected, completely unfazed as his rage was directed to him in the next second.

Aizawa sighed, not having the energy for this. Activating his Erasure the second Bakugou's palms lit up, he noiselessly sank into his sleeping bag when his students finally quieted, the only chatter being filled with praises of the cake you had made.

"Sensei?" Asui questioned, tilting her head.

He groaned. "I don't care what you do but whatever you're going to do, do it quietly."

A chorus of affirmative noises and nods were thrown his way.

"Wake me up if Y/N comes back." Aizawa drawled before promptly falling asleep, leaving his rowdy class to finish eating the cake you had made.

Aside from Bakugou who had started terrorizing Midoriya, the rest of the students were munching on the delicious cake rather quietly out of consideration for their exhausted teacher, a couple of them making their way back to their desks as homeroom relaxed.

"That was sooooo good." Ashido said with a dreamy look in her eyes as she finished her piece.

"It is really good." Shoji agreed, then turned to look at his friend, the only one who was still sitting. "Ojiro, don't you want some?"

"Huh? Oh yeah," He said, almost tripping on his way to the front of the class, causing Tokoyami to look in his way and Hagakure to stop in her tracks.

He swore he could detect the mischief in her voice as she asked him how bad he wanted it, holding the last plate high above her head.

Ojiro simply shook his head at her antics, plucking it easily out of her hands. She tended to forget that he was taller than her.

He could practically envision her pout as the invisible girl slunked back to her desk, defeated in her mission to give him a hard time.

One forkful of the confection was all it took for a warm smile to grace his features, tail giving away his happiness as it twitched uncontrollably behind him. He wasn't surprised when someone toyed with it, the touch familiar due to countless times of the blonde playing with it every chance he got.

"Ooooo you like it." Kaminari teased, fluffing the fluffy end of his tail, rubbing the soft tip against his face. "I bet Y/N would love to hear that you liked it."

Ojiro shook his head at his teasing, rolling his eyes slightly when Uraraka and Ashido joined in. It was really good and he would definitely compliment you later for your hard work but for now, he had to do something about all the attention he was attracting.

Shoji helped him deal with their dramatic friends but no one missed the way the tips of his ears burned all the way through the rest of the period.

"It's so obvious that he likes her!!" Hagakure squealed excitedly at the fact that your crush was mutual.

Yaoyorozu hushed her. "We shouldn't make them uncomfortable."

But even though she scolded her, she couldn't even suppress the idea of seeing the two of you together.

Ashido flopped over Todoroki's desk that she had taken over when he left to go talk to Midoriya and Iida. "We should get them together!! Lock them in a closet or something until they confess!!"

Jirou raised an eyebrow. "That's a terrible idea."

"We should let them come to it on their own." Asui said, placing a finger on her chin thoughtfully. "If they like each other, kero, then their relationship might end up being stronger."

No one could see Hagakure's facial expression but they could hear the mischief dripping off of each word.

"I have a plan."

Down the hall, you were navigating the halls roaming with students, trying to find the office Principal Nezu was in.

Eventually, you found your way there, thanks to a little help from one of the students. They were nice. You were half expecting more judgement since you looked so different from them but then again, at a hero academy, the diversity was no joke.

"Ah, Y/N!! Please, come in."

The short principal was sitting at his large desk, waving you in. You closed the door behind you, glancing around the room curiously. It was pretty big but it was modest. He had some artwork on the walls and you could only guess that they were from some of his students.

It would be weird if it was from his staff instead.

You bowed respectfully. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, sir."

"Oh, not at all!!" The chimera exclaimed, waving a paw to ease your worries. "I wanted a chance to talk to you and now, here you are!!"

He hopped out of his chair, coming around to sit next to you instead of across from you. At your questioning gaze, he explained himself.

"For conversations like these, I believe it's more beneficial to create an environment where you feel comfortable rather than maintaining my status." Nezu elaborated cheerfully, smiling when your expression cleared in understanding and gratitude. "Now, Aizawa has informed me of your situation but I would like to hear it from you, if you don't mind."

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you told him everything you had told Aizawa and Ojiro, recalling it with perfect clarity. This past week had been wonderful with people so accepting it felt like you were going to pass out anytime one of them did something out of the ordinary for you and you had to remind yourself that this was all temporary, that you wouldn't be allowed to have it permanently.

"Unfortunately, the agreement that Aizawa signed makes you his foster child and while there are regulations in place to protect you, it is not a permanent solution." Nezu told you sympathetically and you hung your head, none of this news to you.

"You will need a capable guardian to take care of you." He continued and you bristled, just barely holding back from snarling at the implication.

"I can take care of myself." You seethed through clenched teeth, the hair on the back of your neck rising. "I've lived on the streets before. I can do it again if I have to."

If he was offended by the bite in your tone, he didn't show it. Rather, he set his paws in his lap, folding them neatly.

"I did not mean any offense." He reassured you easily.

You sighed, ears drooping as if you had been scolded. "I know, I'm sorry, sir."

"It's quite alright, you have been through quite a lot." He said, patting your knee comfortingly. "Do you have any living relatives? Someone who has a stable home and can take proper care of you?"

You shook your head sadly. "None that I know of, sir."

Your mother had been an only child and your father didn't grow up with the rest of his siblings. If there were any, they certainly didn't know about you. Your family was... complicated.

Sadness flashed across Nezu's expression and he cleared his throat. "Would you like me to see if I can find a guardian for you so you don't have to go to an orphanage until you turn of age?"

Ears perking up at the hopeful possibility, your eyes brightened considerably. You knew you were a minor and that you weren't allowed certain freedoms until you reached that age. To have someone you could fall back on until then was an idea you never thought feasible for you.

"Sir?" Your voice shook with excitement, as if you couldn't believe what he was offering you.

The principal laughed slightly as your tail began thumping on the chair, giving away your excitement. "They will have to pass all the requirements, of course, before they are considered eligible but I believe I already know who will be the best fit for you."

"Would..." You swallowed hesitantly, curbing your nervousness to get the question out. "Would they want someone like me?"

A wolf. A rare quirk that came with trouble. A hybrid who wasn't actually supposed to exist. Not to mention your endless amounts of energy and your proneness to knocking things over.

"Oh yes, fear not, Y/N." Principal Nezu said and something in his voice just caused you to be set at ease. "The person I have in mind will undoubtedly love you without fail, I just believe they will need a bit of a push. Let me see what I can do but in the meantime, you are allowed to visit UA whenever you'd like."

You were speechless. For him to already have someone in mind shocked you. "T-Thank you, sir."

He hummed, hopping off the chair and making his way back to behind his desk. "You will need your own room, you may stay at Heights Alliance for the time being."

"Oh but—" You grimaced, unsure if you were allowed to protest his generosity.

Nezu paused, placing the key that he had gotten out of the drawer on his desk and motioned for you to say what was on your mind.

"I... I kind of like staying with Ojiro-kun, if that's alright." You mumbled, playing with your tail nervously.

You didn't fully understand your attachment to him but you felt safe around him. Safer than you had felt all the years of your life. You wanted to stay by him.

"I do understand. It's part of your animal quirk, you naturally gravitate towards people like that and don't want to leave them but I'm afraid the parents of the students will not be as understanding." Nezu sighed, handing you the small key for your new room.

You took it with a nod of thanks, standing up with a heavy heart. Dragging your feet towards the door, it felt like the weight of the world had just been placed on your shoulders. You didn't know what you were going to do.

You felt... lost.

Nezu cleared his throat, halting you in your tracks. "That being said, there's nothing stopping you from staying with him. After all, I'm sure the students take comfort in each other after all they've been through and your teacher is there to ensure nothing bad happens."

Your eyes widened as you realized what he was telling you. That you needed to have a room to keep up appearances but you didn't need to only stay there.

Mouthing a 'thank you' to him, you took your leave, walking a bit until you found a quiet stop. Clutching your hands over your heart, you willed it to stop beating so hard. You were panting and you were sure that if you were to look in the mirror, you would see flushed cheeks and sweat on your forehead.

You weren't quite sure what just happened but you knew that your future was going to be a lot better than you anticipated.

Class 1-A was disappointed when you didn't show up by the time the bell rang and as much as Aizawa tried to hide it, he was a little sad too. Glancing up at the clock, he noticed that you probably headed back to the dorms.

Running a tired hand through his hair, he expelled a sigh from his lungs. Maybe your conversation with the principal took longer than you thought.

He looked on albeit fondly as his students tripped over each other in their haste to get back, undoubtedly eager to see you. In such a short period of time, you had already affected each and every one of them. He was curious to see what kind of impact that would have on the class as a whole later on down the line.

If she's allowed to stay...

At Heights Alliance, you jumped as the front door flew open with a bang, yelping in surprise and nearly dropping the cup of water you were carrying from the kitchen to the living area.

Dark Shadow was quick to catch it, returning it to your hands with a gentlemanly like bow as Tokoyami recalled him.

"Ah, thank you." You said sheepishly, setting it down on the coffee table so that it couldn't spill due to your clumsiness. "You have really good reflexes."

He bowed his head, accepting the praise and left to avoid the influx of bodies as the girls crowded around you, Ashido and Hagakure squealing in your ear.

"Y/N-chan!!" They chorused together.

"Thanks for the cake, it was really good." Jirou commented, nodding in approval as she returned the tin. "Tasted just like Sato's."

You were shocked. They finished all of it?! There wasn't even a single crumb left.

"Why didn't you come back? We wanted to see you!!" Uraraka exclaimed, pouting as you moved to put the pan in the sink, still somewhat shocked that they actually finished it.

You scratched the back of your head sheepishly, flashing her an apologetic smile. "I went to go see Principal Nezu and it took a bit longer than expected."

A chorus of "ahh's" from the girls filled the space around you and you collapsed into a fit of giggles along with Yaoyorozu.

Holding up the key, you dangled it in front of their faces. "He gave me my own room!!"

"So, that means you can stay?!" Asui asked, her eyes shining with excitement.

You laughed, covering it with your hand. "Yeah, at least for now."

"Well come on then!!" Jirou shouted, dragging you towards the elevators that you still despised.

You casted a look over your shoulder, finding Ojiro in the masses easily due to the fact that he was the only one staring back at you. Face growing warm, you pushed down the butterflies in your stomach and motioned for him to follow.

You felt like you hadn't seen him in forever, even if it had only been since last night. You missed him.

Within minutes, the six of you had arrived at your room on the third floor.

It was a tad bit smaller than the rest of the rooms since the dormitory was only supposed to hold twenty students but it was still larger than any cage you had been given to stay in before. Not to mention, you had it all to yourself.

You didn't take back what you told Principal Nezu about wanting to stay with Ojiro, but now at least he wouldn't feel like he had to let you stay with him. You hoped that would take a bit of pressure off of him now that he didn't have the responsibility of looking after you.

The room was bare since you didn't have any belongings with you but you didn't mind. The flooring was much nicer than anything else you had the privilege of sleeping on and it sure beat the cold pavement outside if you were being completely honest.

"Where are you going to sleep?"

All heads swiveled towards the source of the voice, Ashido and Uraraka sharing a mischievous look. You blushed once you saw who it was. Not that you needed to look to know. You would know that voice anywhere.

And you were the one who invited him up.

Ojiro had his arms folded over his chest and was propped up against the door frame, raising an eyebrow at you as if daring you to say what he knew you were going to. There was no way he was going to let you sleep on the floor.

You knew exactly what he was thinking.

Sighing slightly as your ears fell in despair, he pushed himself off his post and strode over to you, grabbing your hand. "Come on, let's go."

You stumbled after him, caught off guard and sent the girls a helpless look but they just trailed after you, leaving you at his mercy. "W-Where are we going?"

"To the mall." He said without looking up from his phone, typing a message you couldn't see with one hand as he led you down the hall. "We're going to get you a bed and then some other things."

You didn't know what to say. "You don't have to—"

Squeaking as you collided in his chest when he pivoted on his foot to face you, a blush blooming across both of your faces before he cleared his throat.

"I'm not taking no for an answer." He said, uncharacteristically firm as he echoed your words from the other night, then his gaze softened. "You need a comfortable place to sleep. I told you I would treat you with the kindness you deserve, remember?"

You nodded meekly, shifting your weight from side to side as your tail swished behind you.

Ojiro exhaled softly, ruffling your hair. "Part of that is making sure you have everything you need, okay? I don't want you to sleep on the floor. It's not comfortable and you could get sick."

Your heart warmed in a way you didn't completely understand and blinking up at him innocently, you smiled as he blushed and retracted his hand. Rolling your eyes at the poorly suppressed squeals sounded behind you, you turned around, planting your hands on your hips and raising an eyebrow at Asui since she was the only one not cowering from your stare.

A smile played on the edges of your mouth as you fought to keep herself from laughing at the hysterical sight.

Yaoyorozu looked guilty and apologetic while Ashido was giggling and pointing back and forth between you and Ojiro. Uraraka wasn't much better and neither was Hagakure. Jirou was twirling her earphone jack around her finger, smirking at the two of you and a sigh rushed out of your lungs.

"I guess we're going to the mall." You said with a grin.

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[hanniiesuckle17]

Their Child’s First Word

Stray Kids Reaction

A/n: requested by the lovely @sannie-san-shine! 

Requests are open for imagines, scenarios, whatever you want my lovelies!

Warnings: Swearing (sorry)

C/n= Child’s name.

Bangchan:

It was an early morning for the Bang family. You had been up since four in the morning. C/n had been crying and wanting to be fed and then wouldn’t go back to sleep. Chan had gotten in late so you took care of it. Now about seven a.m, your daughter and you were in the kitchen making breakfast. She sat in her high chair with a little bowl of fruit as you cooked breakfast for you and your husband. 

You smiled as you felt strong arms wrap around your waist. Chan nuzzled his face into your neck, eyes still closed. “I need coffee.” You smiled and continued to cook. “It's brewing. Go sit at the table.” With a sleepy nod, he trudged over to the table and sat across from your daughter. A quick glance behind you showed his head already slumped on the wood, catching a few extra seconds of sleep. You returned to the stove and focused on not burning the eggs. “Coffee!”

You chuckled at your husband’s whiny voice. “I know, hold on.” A few seconds later he called out again. “Chan, just give me a minute, babe!” You said with a laugh. “What? I didn’t say anything.” He looked at you with half-closed eyes. Your eyes went wide as you placed the pan on the cool side of the stove. “If you didn’t say anything...”

“Coffee!”

Slowly the both of you turned to look at your daughter who was brightly smiling and patting her hands on the highchair’s tray. “C/n! Look at you, baby girl!” Chan said picking her up and spinning her around, eliciting a laugh from your daughter. “Do it again!” “Coffee!” You laughed and stood in disbelief as your daughter giggled with your proud husband.  

Minho:

Rain poured down outside the window of your apartment on a Saturday afternoon. A random cartoon was playing on the TV, but neither you or your son were paying attention. Your back rested on Minho’s chest as the two of you sat on the floor near the couch. Your son, C/n, was babbling and playing with your hair. “Hi, baby!” He crawled over your leg and pushed himself up as best he could to get better access to your hair.

Minho giggled as his son tugged on a strand, making you yelp. “Ow!” C/n giggled and babbled in his own little language. He clapped his little hands and fell over onto his butt. “Your son is a devil, just like you.” You said elbowing Minho. He laughed and kissed your cheek.

C/n had wandered over to the coffee table and Minho had started talking to you about something. Doongi hopped up on the couch and rubbed up against the back of Minho’s head distracting him momentarily. “Mommy!” Your head turned to the sound to see your son wobbly trying to walk over to you, a remote in his hands. “Did you just-” “Mommy!” He said with a loud laugh. Before you could reach out to your son Minho got out from under you and grabbed your son who let out a happy shriek. “Da-ddy. Da. Dy. Repeat after me, Dad-dy!” 

“Mommy!” Your husband let out an aggravated sigh and walked off with your son, “No. Da-ddy. Me. My name. Daddy.” You couldn’t help but laugh and follow your two favorite boys. “Minho, babe. It’s not gonna work.” 

“Shut up, woman. My son loves me more. Come on, C/n! Say it! Dad-dy!”

Changbin:

Changbin was a good dad. You trusted him alone with your son. However, that didn’t stop your new mother instincts from making you worry the whole time you were visiting a friend. So, you sipped on wine and tried not to check your phone every two minutes for a message from your husband. 

You came home at the end of the day, carrying a bag or two of groceries and a present your friend had given for C/n. You had barely set a foot in the door when you heard Bin scream your name. “Y/n!” Dropping everything in your hands you rushed through your apartment trying to find your husband and your possibly mortally injured child. Slamming the door open you found your husband laying on your shared bed with your son raised in the air, a huge grin on his face.

It took you a minute to realize there was in fact, nothing wrong. “You fucking asshole. I thought someone was hurt or sick or dead.” He chuckled and stood up, resting a perfectly fine C/n on his hip. “Nope. All good here!” “I’m gonna murder you.”

 Nervously, he brought his lips over to your cheek and placed another chaste kiss on your lips. “Look what I taught C/n!.” Your husband said wrapping his free hand around your waist.  “C/n, show mommy your new trick.” With a cute smile, your son opened his mouth and said, “Dark,” It was a little mispronounced, but Changbin looked so proud. His smile faltered when you weren’t smiling. 

“Seo Changbin, I had eggs in those bags!”

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin was still at the studio, but he texted you he was coming home very soon. Your fiancee said he asked to leave early to spend time with you and his daughter. C/n was still young so she needed to eat every couple of hours. About a week ago she was finally able to start eating harder foods. “How about some fruit, honey?” She babbled cutely in response as you placed her in her highchair. 

Walking over to the fridge you pulled open a drawer that held a lot of the fruit you had. You pulled out an apple, an orange, some blueberries, and a kiwi, which for some reason happened to be C/n’s favorite. She just really liked kiwis. You prepped the fruit as your little girl entertained herself a few feet away. You texted Hyunjin a cute picture of her, telling him to come home quickly with a heart. Almost immediately you got a response back from him saying he missed his girls. You quickly chopped up the fruit and put it in a bowl for your daughter.

She clapped her little hands as you placed the bowl on her little tray. With a cute giggle, she picked up the green fruit and shouted, “Kiwi!” “C/n! Your first word! Kiwi!” You said picking up another piece of green fruit. “Kiwi!” She repeated. You heard the sound of the front door opening and Hyunjin setting his bag down on the couch. He came in with a smile gave you a sweet and long kiss. “C/n said her first word.” You said as he pulled away. “No, really?” He turned to his daughter, eyes bright and sparkling with excitement. She showed him the green fruit and said, “Kiwi!” He laughed and kissed her forehead. “Can you say Kkami? It’s kind of close.” He said with a smile. Hearing its name the dog rushed over and Hyunjin picked him up showing his daughter. “Kkami? Kka-mi.” 

You laughed as she simply patted the dog’s head like she normally did. 

Jisung:

Your boyfriend, Jisung, walked beside you with a mask and hat covering his face. You adjusted the hat you were wearing while continuing to push your son in his stroller. It was too nice of a day for you not to go out and the fact that Jisung had the day off made it even better. Jisung’s hand was resting securely on your waist as you walked through the almost vacant park. Every once in awhile C/n would babble and giggle if he saw something that caught his eye. 

A couple of older women jogging stopped to greet you and compliment how handsome your son was. Jisung was very proud and thanked them generously. The two of you found a shaded spot and laid a blanket down under a tree near the path. Jisung placed C/n in his lap as you settled down next to him and laid your head on his shoulder. C/n’s little hands pulled at his father’s mask, pushing it down to reveal his handsome face. You couldn’t help but kiss the corner of his lips, marveling at the perfect moment with your family. 

A dog barked as he and his owner passed by and C/n jumped at the sound. “Puppy!” Jisung looked down at his son in shock, a smile growing on his face. “Puppy,” C/n said pointing at the happy animal growing farther into the distance. With a laugh, I picked C/n up and sat in him my lap facing Jisung. “C/n, can you say squirrel?” Jisung made his cute little squirrel face at his son making both you and the boy in your lap giggle. His happy eyes glanced at you and then back to his son as he continued to make squirrel faces at his little boy. 

“I love you,” you said with a bright laugh. “I love you too.” Jisung leaned forward and kissed you, his hand resting on your cheek. “Da Da,” C/n said latching onto the fabric of Jisung’s shirt. He looked shocked for a second and then looked back at you. “Now you aren’t the only person who calls me daddy.”

“I hate you.” 

Felix:

You were running errands all day so you left your boyfriend Felix at home to watch C/n, your son. JYP had given the boys the day off so Felix asked Jisung to come over to your shared apartment for the day. Jisung loved hanging out with C/n almost more than he liked hanging out with Felix. Felix placed his son in his lap on the couch as he and Jisung hung out talking and playing video games. C/n had already been fed and taken a nap before his uncle Han had arrived so he was awake and excited when Jisung came. 

C/n reached out for the controller in Felix’s hands trying to grab it. “Hey, monsta,” Felix said in his deep voice. You had given the nickname to C/n because of his rambunctious personality. So, you and Felix called him your little monster, however with Lix’s accent it always came out ‘monsta’. “You wanna play bud?” He handed the controller to his son who threw it on the ground with a laugh. Felix chuckled and picked it up continuing to play the game with Jisung.  

The two boys had gotten rather intense as the game proceeded to harder levels. Felix still held his son in his lap, but his focus was now completely on the game as he had given C/n a toy to play with. “Felix get the damn door open already,” Jisung said as he shot several enemy characters on the screen. Felix stared intently at the screen as he tried to open the locked door in the game. 

“Fuck!” He exclaimed in English as his character was taken out from behind, getting rid of his last life. “Fuck!” Felix’s eyes widened as he looked down at his son, who looked up at him with an innocent smile. Jisung burst out laughing as Felix panicked and put his hand over his young son’s mouth. “Y/n’s going to kill you!” Jisung laughed so hard he fell off of the couch and onto the floor. 

“Okay we are going to tell her that his first word was ‘cat’ and I will murder you if you tell her otherwise.”

Seungmin:

this is the cutest fucking gif of seungmin oh my god

Your daughter loved baths. You gave her a bath every other day, usually towards the evening before you and Seungmin (if he was home by then) had dinner. Seungmin was in the kitchen starting on dinner while you bathed C/n. She giggled and splashed around the bubbles you had put in her bathwater. “Aren’t you cute, sweetie?” You said with a smile as she played with one of the toys.

You took a sponge and washed C/n gently as she played with things in the tub. She babbled and splashed you with water occasionally. You laughed and adjusted yourself on the bath mat next to the tub. C/n’s tiny hands reached up and pressed bubbles all over your cheek and hair. “Oh thank you.” You said with a smile as she giggled at your partial soap beard. “Bubble,” she exclaimed splashing more of the water. You froze. That was her first word. She said her first word. “Seungmin! Seungmin!” 

You heard a small clang and footsteps thundering down the hall of your apartment. Your boyfriend burst through the door and looked down at you in a slight panic. “What’s wrong?” He kneeled next to you and checked his daughter for injuries and then turned to see if you were okay. “She said her first word.” He blinked a couple of times before a soft smile came onto his face. You turned back to C/n and wiped bubbles from her cheek. “Baby, what’s this?” You said holding up the foamy soap. 

“Bubble!” He laughed and pulled you to his chest as he looked at his daughter. You smiled and adjusted so your back was to his chest as the two of you sat on the bathroom floor. “C/n, can you say dad-dy?” You said pointing at Seungmin. “Da-” She stated, cocking her head to the side. “Good! Da-ddy. Daddy.” “Dada.” Seungmin grinned and kissed you on the cheek, staring adoringly at his little girl.

Jeongin:

Jeongin was not happy about leaving you for three whole months to go on the US Tour. The both of you were still young and still very new to being parents. He hated the idea of leaving you all alone to take care of his daughter. You knew being the girlfriend of an idol was hard, and you knew being the mother of an idol’s child was going to be even harder. To be honest you were more worried about Jeongin than you were about C/n. You got up early with Jeongin and helped him finish packing. The two of you carefully woke up your daughter and set her up for a car ride.

 You walked hand in hand through the airport with your daughter in a sling across your chest. The airport was almost deserted this early in the morning but both of you still wore masks just in case. Soon a loud commotion of reporters and photographers could be heard near the gate Jeongin was supposed to meet the boys at. He stopped and turned to you brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Call me okay? I want texts and picture updates every hour.”

 You laughed and nodded. “We’ll miss you. So much.” You had dropped Jeongin off at the airport before, but it was different this time. This time a part of your family was leaving. “I love you,” he said softly. You pulled down his mask and yours and kissed him while you knew no one was looking. He gave you a sad smile as he pulled away leaving a small space between you. “Okay, you better leave before I start crying.” You said with a shaky laugh. 

“C/n, say bye-bye to daddy,” You expected her to wave but instead in her small voice, she said, “Bye-Bye,” Jeongin immediately turned around covering his face with his hands before turning back to you. He had tears in his eyes. “How am I supposed to leave now?” He let out a breathy laugh and took his daughter in his arms. “I love you,” He kissed her forehead earning a smile on her lips. Jeongin kissed you one last time before finally turning to leave and walking to the gate.

You heard the sound of reporters calling Jeongin’s name as he got closer and you turned away so not to put you and your daughter in the background of a shot.  

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