#cant believe it took me so long to see these sweet things

[princesssmars]

i'd love just about anyone, so why was it you?

a victoria neuman x reader

your talent for singing is finally starting to take you places in the city of lights. so why did it have to introduce you to a woman who might ruin it all?

wc : 10.248

contains : fxf relationship. readers hair and skin aren't described. fluff. angst.nsfw including sex and language. the french. barely proof-read.

a/n : i cant believe there are no fics for this fine ass woman yet but i am nothing but a pioneer idk. in my daydreams this was like mafia au victoria but i literally never write or dream of those so i opted out lmao. go watch gen v. everyone always talks about how good the cover is but nonante-cinq by angele is a beautiful album so i recommend listening to that for french vibes. enjoy <3

it was the most stereotypical and overplayed song ever, but damn did you love la vie en rose.

just the concept of the song was romantic to you. to live every day like it would be magnificent, like you could know a day would be your last and look back at it and not regret a single thing. it meant looking at the world with a positivity that these days was mostly faked or artificial.

after the life you've lived, the things you've seen firsthand, you need that positive light in your life more than anything else. especially right now, as your manager is hounding you over the phone about your next gig.

now you loved your manager, nancy, you really did. she took you in and was honest when no one else would be, stood by you when no one else wanted to give you a real chance. but sometimes it felt like she didn't really believe in you. obviously, she believed you had talent, or else she would have 'left you in the dust for the rats to pick apart,' in her own words. it was almost like she couldn't fathom that what you had was real, like you didn't truly deserve all the things that were coming to you.

but as long as you were paying her, she didn't bother to speak up on it.

you were listening to her drone on and on into the speaker from your phone, holding the object up to your ear with one hand as you hold a menu to order something from the cafe waitress who's waiting beside you.

"ill have an uhhhh... le marie antoinette, and a coffee with sugar and cream please," you hand the menu to the waitress after she writes down your order, heading back into the cafe with a smile. this cafe was one of your favorites, nestled below an apartment building in one of the inner city arrondissements so you could sit outside beneath an umbrella and admire the city before you. "nancy, i don't see why i can't just...politely turn it down? it sounds like it's a glorified pin-up girl gig, le bellevilloise is offering for me to sing there exclusively for three months-"

"no, that's what im trying to tell you if you'd let me finish." you can hear nancy's telltale sigh through the phone. she had a short temper when she was stressed, something you sadly had in common, and you could hear her clicking a pen through the receiver. "this is an international gala slash fundraiser, attended by the one percent of the one percent. billionaires, senators, diplomats, everything. the event organizer asked for you specifically, so turning it down is a bad look. aka, you're doing it. go out and get a pretty dress. ill send you more details later."

the phone shut off and you let out a huff of air, crossing your right leg over your left beneath the table. once you have your meal and bite into your pastry you can't help but close your eyes at how good it tastes; the combination of the crunch of the macarons, the near-overwhelming sweetness of the cream, and the savory juice that leaks from the raspberries never gets old.

you don't know how you feel about this whole gala thing. sure its a great way to make connections and earn a fat stack of cash that will probably last you few weeks, but you've learned before that the people that you most admire, celebrities, politicians, even superheroes, can't be trusted. and being in a room full of them to perform wasn't at the top of your christmas wish list.

but like everyone else in the world, you were finding money hard to pass up on. just by the lowball nancy told you, you'd be able to comfortably pay the next month's rent and fix up your electric scooter, maybe even enough to save up for that beautiful flat you saw online with the grand windows and nice floor plan.

it'd only be a few hours of singing and kissing up to a bunch of snobs and you'd be done. easy peasy.

finding a dress wasn't to hard. your modeling connections from before you started to focus on singing gave you access to a few, good quality clearance pieces for your picking. you figure that the people you were performing for would prefer something classy and elegant, so you picked out a sleeveless black dress with black opera gloves, accessorized by a diamond necklace and earrings. one of your stylist friends, alex, who you asked to help do up your hair told you 'you're definitely gonna shag a rich man looking like this, just ask them if they have any friends for me!' and after a quick 'please don't wish that upon me' and a spritz of perfume you were ready.

the hours before you got on stage were nothing short of both nerve-racking but exhilarating. you rode in a standard taxi, your slight jitters noticed by the slightly balding man in the front. he eyes you pretty oddly when you got in the car before using you if you were a model, telling you that his daughter would like an autograph if you were. you felt slightly flustered when you had to tell him you weren't, but gave him some tips to tell his daughter if she wanted to pursue it. after around twenty minutes of driving through the city the car stops and you're escorted by a crew member into a grand building, those types you pass by and dream of getting the chance just to step into.

after that its a rush of meeting the event planner who gives you another run down of the evening and then meeting with the band members, a nice group of jazz players who you had heard about on the news for their blends of old and new methods of performing music. they played you a piece on their instruments in their dressing room, and it felt like hanging out with old friends listening to tunes as one twirled you around and the others laughed and the air felt warm and fuzzy.

later its time for your set, where you'll sing as the guests come in and take occasional breaks to save your breath and let whoever is hosting this talk. so you get up on your mini stage, make sure you look alright and you're in tune with the band, and then you do what you do best.

you've never felt better than how you do while you sing. every time you do so you tell a story, tales of success and tragedy and love and heartache. while you sing your favorite thing to do is to admire the crowd. when you were younger it gave you horrible stage fright, but as you grew up and saw just how much people loved your voice it made you confident, if not the tiniest bit narcissistic.

as you look out at the guests of tonight you see what's expected. important and powerful men donned in suits, their wives standing on their arms in glamourous gowns, you swear that you even see some fairly famous celebs in the mix, and they were all listening intently to you and your voice.

and that's when you saw her. near the back of the room with a glass of red wine in her hand, dark hair flowing over her shoulders, and darker eyes trained on you. in this profession you get used to people staring at you for hours on end, but something about this woman unnerves you slightly.

a short while later your set is over and after a round of applause the organizer tells you to enjoy yourselves, and that you're free to indulge in whatever food is left. after a brief touch-up in the dressing room and making sure you look presentable, you head out to get yourself something to eat. you keep getting stopped by people telling you how beautiful your performance was, how they'd love to get in contact with your agent to book you for future events, and your regular dose of creepy old guys hitting on you. but besides that things were going pretty well.

some servers were waking around with trays of champagne, but you figured since everything was complimentary you would treat yourself to something stronger. you head to the bar and order yourself a strong cocktail, and as soon as you finish your order a figure sits on the stool next to yours.

"get me a scotch on the rocks, thanks."

you glance at them from the corner of your eye and feel your heart beat faster when you see

it's the woman from before. from this close distance, you can admire her entirely, and god is she gorgeous. she looks so put together, not a hair out of place, and wearing a perfectly tailored suit that makes you guess she's some kind of wealthy businesswoman.

after not so secretly checking her out, she turns her body towards you and looks at you with a smile.

"im sure you already know, but you have an enchanting voice."

you look down bashfully, thinking the same about her. she speaks like she's so sure of what she's saying like there's no room for debate or argument.

"thank you. no matter if i know or not, it doesn't take much to make me a little nervous every time i perform."

the bartender brings over both of your drinks and she tilts hers to you.

"trust me, theres no need. you're nothing but a natural, one of the best singers i've ever heard."

"ah, now you're exaggerating. is there a reason you're complimenting me like you're being paid to do so?"

she shakes her head, setting down her glass of liquor with a clink. "not anything nefarious, if that's what you're thinking. just glad i get to talk to a beautifully talented woman."

jeez, she was laying it on thick. normally this was coming from some fifty-year-old man with greasy skin and weird teeth, but it felt nice coming from her. she was obviously gorgeous, leaving her body language open in case you wanted to decline and she would walk away in a moment's notice.

"im glad i get to talk to you too, miss?"

"victoria. its a pleasure to talk to you, miss y/n."

for around an hour or two the both of you sat at that bar, blocking out the fake laughs of investors and boisterous noises of people who got a little too friendly with the free champagne. she was so attentive to you. asking about what got you into singing and what brought you to paris by your non-native accent. you normally kept the finer details of your past a close-guarded secret, but you figured there couldn't come any harm from telling this attractive stranger a few things about yourself before never seeing her again.

"you're telling me at only sixteen years old, you flew to paris by yourself and made a living for yourself? you've got balls on you, sister."

"yeah yeah, but im nothing special. i just got tired of all the bullshit in the u.s., y'know? the greed, the cynicism, the-"

"superhero bullshit?"

you giggled while she smirked, observing your smile and how it made your eyes squinch.

"well i wouldn't put it like that but...superheros? really? its just, they make it so american, in a really really annoying way. i just couldn't deal with that being a reality. and where better than paris? it seems like voughts all but forgotten about it recently, thank god.”

"i understand. and i know we just met, but it does suit you. 'beautiful runaway finds passion, life, and love in the city of lights'. best cliche there is."

"and what a damn good cliche it is to be. although i haven't been that lucky on the love front."

her eyebrow raises and her nail traces around the rim of her glass.

"im sorry but i simply cant believe that. someone like you would have people lining up for a chance to talk to you, let alone date you."

you dryly chuckle before taking another long swig of your glass of champagne, dancing just on the edge of being intoxicated. you understood why everyone else was drinking this, it was sweet but strong.

"people have tried, of course. but sadly most of my escapades end in tragedy. very melodramatically. but enough about me, I'm guessing this isn't gonna go my way and you have someone waiting for you at home?"

"im offended you still think so low of me. but no, there was someone but it didn't work out. now its just me and my daughter."

god, she was a milf. if there was a god you prayed he would let you get lucky tonight.

"well, im sorry to hear it didnt work out."

"are you really?"

she looks at you with a smirk on her face.

"no, im not."

that was all she needed to ask you to come back with her to her hotel.

and not just any hotel, she was rich enough to be spending two weeks in the damn ritz. asking again what she did for a living didn't get you very far, the only hint you got being that it helped her change the world. ominous but whatever. it had to be legitimate if she was invited to that gala.

the cautious and common sense side of you is snuffed out for the night the moment she set her hand over the covered skin of your thigh in the car, the feeling of her hand on your lower back leading you through the pristine lobby of the hotel, that same hand helping you take off your dress and take you apart slowly over the rest of the night.

when you wake up the sun is peeking through the curtains, the softness of the sheets your laying on calling you back to sleep before you get up and look around.

you only got a few seconds to admire the room last night before victoria was on you, and now in the light of day you could truly take everything in. you find a note left by the woman, letting you know she had to leave temporarily for an important job thing and that she'd be back my lunch, inviting you to call up room service and enjoy the room intil then.

you were expecting for her to tell you to pack your shit up and go, so despite the oddness this was a nice surprise. besides, there was no way you were gonna pass up on ordering a five-star breakfast you didnt have to pay for.

after indulging in a meal brought by room service and finding ways to pass the time, you text your manager after she happily lets you know that your night was a success and that your payment should be cleared shortly. while you're in the middle of wondering if you should answer her query about the host wondering where you wandered off to last night, the sound of a door opening makes your head jerk towards the small entry area, victoria coming in through the doorway dressed in a tan suit and carrying a large black briefcase on her arm.

"ah, youre still here!,” she sets her bag on a glass table near the door and strides into the room, eyes connected with yours the whole time. you weren’t feeling nervous before, but under her gaze you wonder if maybe you should have taken that free meal along with some tiny soaps from the bathroom and headed back home.

“yeah, figured i’d stick around for whatever. besides, i had to stay and blame you for my manager thinking i got kidnapped.”

“i’ll make sure to apologize and send her an edible arrangement. besides, i hope to take up more of your time in the future.”

your eyes bulge so hard you’re sure you look like a moron. you cover it up by getting up to get yourself another cup of coffe from the tray the food came in on.

“well i should’ve guessed this was more than a one night stand when you allowed me to order up breakfast. but now i have to admit i’m slightly scared you’re actually plotting to traffick me.”

"trust me, that wouldn't be good for business. id just like to see you some more, if that would be alright with you.

was that an actual question? after the night you had and the way she’s been treating you, you didn’t see much of a choice except to say yes.

she tells you that a few hours later she has a flight back to america, but that she wouldn't mind spending the day with you if you're free. you agree to get a little bite to eat and it turns into a whirlwind day of showing her around the city you call your home. she has to wear giant sunglasses the whole time and have a mysterious security detail not too far behind, but you wouldn't change anything about it.

at the end of it all, she bids you goodbye in front of your taxi, admiring the cute outfit she bought for you so you wouldn't have to go home in your dress from the night prior, promising that she'll keep in touch with you once she gets settled in back a new york, jokingly telling you she'll send you a postcard. as you sit in the back of the taxi, your heart inflates a little as you take in the events of the last day. you never liked to mix business with pleasure in this way, partly because most of those business people were gross perverts and also that it could damage your career beyond repair, but with victoria you can't help but think that it was worth it.

eventually, a few days pass by, and the only calls you've gotten are from friends congratulating on what they heard was another great performance. and as nice as all the praise and the new gigs you started to get felt, the longer you heard no word back from victoria, it started to eat away at you inside.

back at your favorite cafe you sit with two of your oldest friends, jamie and chloe, as they ramble about the details of their changing lives and jobs. you don't know when you zoned out but eventually, chloe's manicured finger lightly pokes at your cheek, giggling when you make a playful motion to bite it.

"where'd you go just now? take me with you before jamie keeps talking about his new lover."

"hey!" jamie pouts, "you're just jealous because i've been regularly having passionate sex allll night long while you're still vying over your boss." you hear a shocked gasp behind him and you all turn to see an elderly couple looking at jamie like he's said the most blasphemous thing they've ever heard.

"really classy, james." you snort.

"what the hell! you're supposed to be on my side! everyone has noticed how you've been in a better mood since that gala. alex told us how they checked up on you afterwise and you showed up a day later with a new outfit and a hickey on your neck."

"that is- god, that’s so intrusive and so like them,” you rolled your eyes. you knew as soon as alex saw you that morning that they’d be gossiping to everyone about the state they saw you in. “and i don’t kiss and tell like that. at least not in public like this.”

“ok, so we’ll stop by your place tonight with some wine and talk all about it tonight. agree?”

“what? no-”

“agree!” chloe beams and shakes hands with jamie across the table, blowing you kisses before leaving her share of the bill on the table and leaving with some excuse of having to be somewhere. you glare at jamie as a warning before he gives you a kiss on the cheek and does the same. you grumble before biting into your muffin.

a few hours later you’re sitting on your soft sofa with jamie’s head in your lap and chloe on the other side, talking and laughing about old stories from your jobs. you take a sip of merlot right before jamie brings up what you were hoping they’d forgotten about by now.

“ok ok, enough chatter. seriously, chlo, you cackle like a seagull. y/n, when are you going to tell us about this mystery lover of yours? do you need another glass of wine to start talking?”

“don’t even think about pouring me another glass. look, there’s not much to say, ok? i was singing, she was staring at me from across the bar, we flirted a little, that was it!”

they stared.

“you want more?”

“how could we not? we haven’t seen you like this with anyone! not since we took you on that tourist tour on the seine!”

that…that took you for a spin. you remembered it clear as day, them tugging you along when they’d heard since you came to paris you’d been focusing on building up your image and working. it was more a joke, but the lights of the boat, the sky and the lights made you feel like you were in the most perfect moment of your life. hearing them compare that to how you looked now had a nervous feeling building in your gut.

“we spent the night together. and it was…good. really good. she let me stay while she went out, bought me a new outfit then said she’d be in touch.”

your friends are silent. way too silent. you’re afraid they’re about to laugh and judge you before they’re squealing and tackling you, pulling back when you groan after you almost spill your wine on your clothes.

"god, why are you always the lucky one? this isn't fair! at all!" chloe groans while dramatically resting her head on your shoulder, jamie still giggling as the wine clearly starts to take an effect on him. "please, please tell us what happens next before i scream."

"no thats- i mean, thats it. so far. for now." you stutter along your words as your friends' faces go blank yet again, except this time without a hint of a chuckle or smile.

"what the hell do you mean 'that's it.'? she ghosted you?" jamie gasps.

"no, she didnt ghost me-"

"sweetheart, im sorry to say this but you have been ghosted. in a really dickhead way."

"its not like that! she's a busy person with a serious job and a kid and responsibilities!"

you briefly hear chloe snicker "milf?" before you roll your eyes.

"she's gonna contact me. and even if she doesn't, maybe it was just a nice one-time thing! everyone knows I'm great at those."

jamie snickers before chloe smacks his shoulder in a second.

"why? why did you laugh?"

they share a look before she smacks his shoulder again.

"would you stop? i have pains, you know this. but y/n, we know you. we love you. but your latest stints haven't been...the most successful. or left you in the best headspaces."

"he's right, honey. remember the last girl, hannah? one of the worst situationships i've ever seen. you told us you would be alright when she broke it off and then we found you at that lousy bar at eleven in the morning..."

you start biting at your lip. there was nothing you hated more than when they told you the truth about how you could act. it wasn't your fault that all the time your relationships got messy, or that you got attached a little quickly. people didn't understand but a life like yours could be lonely. standing up on a stage and performing for people who want you to do just that and only that: sing and look like a glamourous pin-up doll. most of the time its the other performers who even bother to ask if your throat is alright after singing for hours.

so yes, sometimes you rushed into relationships. and you might have done it again in the dumbest way possible.

"i just...she let me stay after, y'know? and she came back and brought me with her again. why go through that effort just to leave me behind like trash?" your friends pouted before closing in to comfort you, rubbing your back and giving you small affirmations.

for a month you go into a rut. unless it's performing or going to the dentist for a checkup you don't leave your house. you become pretty good acquaintances with the grocery delivery boy, benny, who started panicking when he realized he forgot one of your items until you assured him it was fine. it wasn't the first time you'd grown so oddly attached to a romantic prospect, and it wasn't the first time you'd gotten hurt by it. you spend your time moping on your couch and binge-watching your favorite show for the third time when your phone buzzes from beside you.

nancy schmancy : call me.

you rolled your eyes. she could have just called you in the first place, but no. she had to be extra about it. you press the call button and don't have to wait even five seconds for her voice to ring in your ear.

"do you want to know what mister barbier just emailed me?"

"i think you already have that answer for me."

"he said, and i quote, 'tell y/n i send my best wishes. her performance last night was hauntingly beautiful, and i'm hoping it was one of her greatest acts yet.'"

"if you ask me, it sounds like i did a pretty good job."

"it sounds like he thought you were singing your damn suicide note!" she groaned, and you could hear her face scrunching from over the phone. "i don't know what is going on with you recently, and i don't want to sound insensitive, but if you can't manage to keep your work and personal life separate, even i can't help you make it far in this business. clients may say they want you to be expressive but they only mean so far. unhappy music means unhappy customers, capeche?"

"i understand, nancy. ill send a personal apology to mister barbier."

"good. ill call you soon to let you know about any new gigs. take care of yourself. seriously."

the line clicks and you toss your phone onto the couch and take another sip of sauvignon blanc from your rose-shaped wine glass. it pained you to admit it, but nancy had a point. if you kept letting yourself mope in your feelings you'd run out of people who wanted you to sing, and if the point came where you were out of gigs...you didn't even want to think about it. if you weren't singing you weren't living.

only a few hours after that call you manage to get back to normal. you go out and get your own groceries, deciding to indulge yourself and buy the ingredients for some recipe you saw online months ago. one of your clients cries at your performance, ecstatically telling you they'll be in talks with your manager to set up a stable contract. things really start to look up. two weeks later you even manage to get the number of a cute girl, elise, a tall woman with dyed hair who reached for the same vintage music box as you at an open market.

you're smiling as you look down at the messy ink on a slip of paper, the numbers and tiny smily face distracting you as you enter the hallway to your apartment. so distracted that you nearly trip over a object on the floor, looking down to see...a bouquet?

a really gorgeous bouquet you notice as you bend over to pick it up. its a collage of dusty blues and off-colored ivories, and when you brought it closer to your nose for a whiff you felt a sense of bliss. you bring it into your apartment with a skip in your step before you spot a piece of paper among the flowers, plucking it from the collection and reading it over.

upon closer inspection, you can see its a postcard, the cover a flattering shot of the statue of liberty with text that reads "love from new york city!". you try to calm your heart down at the location and the 'love' part, but you've already gotten your hopes up when you turn the card around to read the message:

xxx-xxx-xxxx

sorry for the wait. i'll make it up to you, angel.

you'd never felt so conflicted as you did in the past five seconds. half of you was vindicated that yes, this attractive woman didnt leave you high and dry and did actually have a deeper interest in you, but the other part was angry. and embarrassed that you were angry, because again, you spent less than a day with this woman, she didn't owe you anything. but also yes the hell she did.

before you could get yourself together you were harshly tapping the number into your cell, biting at your lip as the phone slowly rings.

"y/n, is that you?" echoes from the line, victorias voice sounding and running over your head like soft silk. no, no, stop it. focus.

"howd you know it was me? im sure you have other people who'd be calling you this late."

"certainly not anyone with a phone number from paris. besides, i was hoping it'd be you."

"well, i would have been flattered two weeks ago but unfortunately i dont think your words could phase me right now."

she sighs and the line goes silent. you feel bad for being catty for a few seconds before you brush it off. she's the one who played with your emotions and promised to call you but never did. she had this coming.

"im sorry, really i am. i've been busy with things at work and my daughter-"

damn it, she pulled the kid card again.

"i just...dont like being lied to. or led on. maybe its my fault for beeing too clingy-"

"no, no. dont apologize. if it means anything youve been on my mind for weeks now."

"yeah, same here. except my thoughts havent been all that nice." you laugh.

"deserved. and id like to make it up to you."

"oh yeah? let me guess, this time we'll spend two nights together?"

"close. how about two weeks. in new york."

you don't know if you should laugh. you feel like you should, so you do. but she isn't.

"you...you're being serious."

"im being serious."

what do you even say? what do you even do? of course, whatever higher power there is would make your life stable and steady for the past few months then throw this in to shake you up. you really should have been expecting it, considering...

you shake yourself back to the present. victoria is still waiting on the other line, unwilling to rush you into a decision, apparently. you'd applaud her for her chivalry if you weren't so stunned.

"victoria, come on. we've only met once, and while it was nice it was brief. now you want me to upend my life and career to jet off to america? it sounds crazy."

"you make me a bit crazy, honestly. besides, you were telling me in bed you haven't been in the states since you left, i have a feeling you miss it more than you let on."

you shuffle in your spot, reminded that you're standing in your cold-ass kitchen and you haven't changed out of the outfit you wore out today. but half of your uncomfortableness is from a feeling gnawing at your chest because she's right. at this point you can barely remember the night you left your childhood home, but you know it was rushed. you wanted to forget everything.

"i think you're also forgetting that i have a blossoming career here. are you gonna pay my definitely going to be pissed off manager her wages? plus i was supposed to be first pick for this really good gig-"

"i'll pay for everything, i promise. dont forget that i have connections. in two weeks they''ll be singing you praises across the globe."

you close your eyes and take in a breath.

"can you make my ticket first class?"

-

one thing you didnt miss about america? just how...much everything was, all the time.

your flight was quiet. victoria didnt hesitate to book you an expensive ticket, almost taking offense to your request for a nice one and scheduling you for business class, sending you a text to get lots of rest in the ultra-luxe beds on the plane. it was probably one of the best nights sleeps you'd had in months.

when you got off the plane there were two tall escorts holding a sign with your last name on it, taking the suitcases from your hands before you could say anything and leading you into a sleek black car. a voice in the back of your head starts screaming but you ignore it. for now.

the men in the car give you some basic rundowns, how they'll constantly be hovering over you during your stay for your "protection", and that they'll be taking you to settle into a hotel until victoria makes contact, and the little voice starts freaking out again and telling you that you've slept with and are fraternizing with a mob boss. at least it's more exciting than your last few flings.

the car goes silent after that, and you put in your earbuds as you watch the city go by. you weren't from new york, but you loved watching movies set in the bustling cityscape. the buildings really are humongous, and you see so many different types of people it sets your brain on a whirlwind.

you look back down at your phone after the fifth 'the seven' advertisement in one block.

yet again you're led into a clearly extremely expensive hotel, breezing through reception before you are led to a luxuriant hotel room, the bodyguards ignoring you as you giggle and flop onto the bed, waving them off when they tell you they'll be posted outside.

the sheets feel heavenly on your skin, and with the soft sunshine from the window beaming down on you and the gentle hustle and bustle of new york outside, you think you could fall asleep in a minute. but, begrudgingly, you peel yourself form the bed and open your suitcase to start putting your clothes away before taking a quick shower in the giant bathtub.

just as you exit the shower and wrap your body in a towel, your phone starts ringing and as soon as you read the 'v' in the contact name you push answer and bring it to your ear.

"hello? vic?"

"hey, hon. eager to talk to me?"

"you called me. and 'hon'? really? we've moved to petnames already?"

"figured id start making up for those weeks with no contact. and id like to do so again tonight. i wanna bring you somewhere."

your mouth quirks up in a smile as you re-adjust the towel around your body, the phone nearly slipping from its quick placement between your phone and ear, "id really like that. i hope its out to dinner, i didnt care to eat any of the plane food."

“yes, it’s to dinner. but its up to you if you want it to be fancy or casual. i know its tacky but there’s this pretty cute french place near where i live...”

“that vaguely sounds like an invitation to your place, but ill let it slide. are you gonna pick me up or are your special agents going to escort me everywhere for the next few weeks?”

“special agents? what agents?”

a bead of water drips from your neck down your back and it feels like the tip of a knife. a pressure builds in the back of your throat and your fingers grip the fabric of your towel. “what…that’s a joke, right?”

her laughter rings in your ear and you are seconds away from hanging up the call.

“sorry, sorry. i sometimes have a weird sense of humor. you'll get used to it.”

“i doubt it.”

“and i'm hopeful. i'll let you go so you can get ready, i'll be by in under an hour.”

you hang up after a sweet goodbye and gently sit on the toilet. your brain is rushing to catch up after the conversation like your body goes on autopilot when you hear victoria's voice. its terrifying and its thrilling. and you don't know why a part of you likes the feeling.

after you brush your teeth, do some quick skincare, debate over shaving just in case, and spend twenty minutes picking out a cute outfit, you finally hear the gentle knocking on the door while you're double-checking over the content of your purse.

rushing to open the door, you're greeted with the sight of a smiling victoria, her hands tucked into the pants of her clearly expensive pinstriped pantsuit. you're admiring the look of her hair tucked back into a ponytail when she's reaching forward and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

"you look perfect. come on, i made us a reservation."

and it turned out to be a perfect night. she did end up taking you to the french place, allowing you to order whatever you wanted. that place was weirdly empty, only a handful of other patrons inside. you were pleased to see that the waitress was french herself, having a small chat about the customs and foods she missed while she praised the authenticity of the food at the restaurant.

only a day and you had already forgotten how forward the people back home could be, because the waitress throws a subtle look at victoria and compliments you on finding such an attractive woman. when she leaves vic just smiles.

“ok, id say at this point we’re doing pretty good with the communication thing, right?” you ask, taking a sip of the pricey wine your date ordered.

“yeah, id say that.”

you finger the rim of your glass, the nerves getting to you before you ask your question. "i want you to tell me what your job is. your actual job, not some vague ass title. you have security following gus around, so i feel like i should know."

"no, no, you're right. i just didnt wanna scare you off. or have you think differently of me once i told you." she sighs, thumbing the napkins on the table. "i work in the government. i'm a congresswoman, to be exact."

you don't doubt she's a politician for a second, because she shows no hint of nervousness at your lack of emotion.

"are you...a good congresswoman?"

"i don't really know how to answer that." she laughs.

"i'm sorry. i knew you were important enough to be at that gala, but a politician is...tricky."

she reaches across the table and lays her hand palm up, smiling when you rest yours on top of it. "look, i get it. i should have told you sooner but please understand why i didn't. i wanted to get to know you as normally as possible, without all of the press and politics in the way."

"normally as possible, huh? that includes sleeping together on the first night?"

you're trying to show your acceptance of the situation with your humor, but you can tell victoria can sense your uneasiness at the situation. here you were thinking you had found some under-the-radar millionaire to dote on you and instead, you'd roped in someone whose job was entirely in the public eye that could be put in danger at the flip of a switch.

"how about we finish up and take this back to my place? i'll tell you everything that you wanna know about me. no matter how personal."

you stare into her eyes for a few seconds and decide that she looks genuine, getting confirmation that her daughter is staying with a friend before ending your meal and following her to her place.

for the amount of money she's ready to spend on you, you're surprised to see that victoria lives in a chic but quaint townhome only a twenty-minute walk from the restaurant. she gently takes off your coat and instructs you to sit with her on the couch, pressing on a remote to turn on her fireplace.

after a few hours and two more glasses of wine, victoria had opened up to you about nearly everything in her life. the mysterious death of her birth family, being adopted by a man who helped pushed her to go into a political career, her polite but loveless marriage with her ex. she even shows you a picture of zoe that she has in her wallet, taking the chance to gush over her daughter. she seems like such a sweet girl.

maybe it's the wine or maybe it's the way vic is opening up to you so freely, but you decide to tell her more about your past. how you always wondered why you barely stuggled moving to another continent at such a young age, or the fact that you dont even remeber why you had the drive to leave your parents home in the first place. you didnt even remember the last words you said to each other.

and throughout it all she's nothing if not attentive, she doesnt ask questions unless you give her permission too, keeping her eyes on you and gently placing her hand over yours.

you feel a turning in your stomach when she moves a stray hand of hair behind your ear. you told yourself to try taking things slow this time, but your body is starting to feel fuzzy and shes looking at you like she wants to devour you.

she decides to indulge you and gently brushes her lips against yours, smiling at the way your breath staggers. your head moves forwards to finaly get her to kiss you but she jerks her head back.

"i want you to tell me what to do."

god, your stomach feels hot. this is new, but a really arousing style of new. the last time you both slept together she had taken a careful but unwavering charge, unraveling you with a steady hand a sweet smile.

"cmon just...please?"

"no. tell me what you want me to do."

you sigh and bite at your lip. "i want you to lay me down and fuck me. right now."

so she laid you down and she did. there were no words to describe how much you enjoyed that night on her couch, the way she could read your body like a book and brought you to ecstasy again and again and again...

and when you wake up a soft blanket is draped over your body, a brekfast of coffee and some crepes set in front of you.

the days after are a whirlwind. discreetly as possible victoria takes you on a tour of new york city, to more expensive restaurants and hidden jewels that most tourists skipped over.

youre lounging in your hotel room when you decide to inform your friends of how your trip is going. while slightly hesitant they seemed more than happy that you were enjoying yourself with someone who took a genuine interest in you.

until you told them her job.

"my love, are you insane? a politician?"

"an american politician?" chloe gasps, continuing off of jamies shock.

"hey, im american too dont forget!"

"of course you are, but please, you understand why this is not good, no?"

"you know how fishy they are, especially with all the supe business going on. that place is getting more dangerous by the day, and i dont think you should be seeing someone whos contirbuting to that."

it pained you to admit it but jamie had a point. the three of you would always laugh in amused horror at how badly things were going on in your birth country, and the politics...it was less than pleasant.

not to mention the supe business. every corner of the world had to deal with the annoyance that was vought and their "products", even france. but so far you'd just had to deal with a few perverted looks from traveling supers and talks of some stupid theme park a few miles out of the city. meanwhile, it seemed like every day a new superhero was being introduced to the American public. it unnerved you.

"i understand. i appreciate both of you looking out for me. trust me, i'll be on my guard for now on." you mumble, picking at the material of your sleeve.

"of course, songbird. we'll call again soon."

the call ends and drop your phone on the nightstand. you look at the eiffel tower cutout in your phone case and your heart aches.

the next morning you're eating a a breakfast of coffee and fruit crepes when your phone rings, dragging your atttention away from the trashy dating show you were watching on the bedroom's tv. when you see nancy's name you hesitantly answer the call.

"nance? is everything alright?"

"everything is great. i'm just here to check in about your next gig."

"my next- nance, im on vacation. please tell you didnt forget and booked me for a job when im across the ocean."

"no, im not that stupid, hon." she sighs. "i didnt even arrange this job, victoria did. im just the messenger."

you blink once. then twice. you remember vic saying something about helping you with a job but you honestly just thought that was bullshit to get her to come stay with you.

(or get in your pants. but you don’t think you’d be too upset about that now.)

“ok. thank you, nancy. tell me the details.”

it’s a lot more extravagant than you expected. victorias friend, an actual senator, was holding a fundraising event for some government program he and vic were both involved in. nancy wasn’t told what the program was, but that you would have to go through a security debrief before being told you'd be given a team to help you prepare. and picking from a selected closet of dresses. fun.

you ignore the feeling of nervousness that’s building up in your gut. because while all of your gigs were important, they were never this important. you push it down as you call victoria and thank her endlessly, when you tell your friends the minimum amount that you can tell them, and when victoria picks you up from outside your hotel twelve hours before the event even starts.

she pressed a small kiss to your hand, laughing at the grumpy and tired mumble you let out when you sit in the car seat. it only passes once she gives you a coffee she picked up, the caffeine waking you up and putting a smile on your face.

the content feeling turns into shock when you enter victorias' place and see zoe, vic throwing a short explanation of “busy babysitter” over her shoulder as she heads into the kitchen.

its a bit awkward at first, sitting on one couch as she plays on a black nintendo switch on the other. it helps when you ask her about whatever she’s playing, the girl diving into a rant about the farm game she’s playing and how she’s trying to catch a certain type of fish.

victoria comes back with a tray of breakfast for the three of you before asking her daughter how school is going, how her friends are, etc. its nice to get a glimpse into victories private life during the morning, the close bond she has with her daughter. you notice some tension but decide not to bring it up.

the morning goes by too quickly, zoe being picked up to be dropped off at a friend's house after giving you a sweet goodbye and you getting rushed upstairs as the team comes to the townhome to help you prepare. its a nice change, having other people doll you up instead of having to worry about trying to do everything correctly and by yourself. and its a perk you don't have to spend your own money to do it.

the team members are nice but punctual, finishing your hair and makeup in record time with not a second wasted. you barely get time to notice yourself in the mirror before you're ushered into a gorgeous gown, soft fabrics and a chic and elegant style.

when your finished you’re finally allowed to observe yourself while your transportation and is prepared, and it feels like you’re looking at a dream version of yourself.

as you admire yourself in the mirror vic comes up next to you, clearly enjoying herself as her eyes slowly drift up and down your body.

“you look…ethereal.” she whispers, pressing a small kiss to your cheek after you turn to smile at her.

“only because of you. i don’t know how i could ever make this up to you, vic. this is just…”

“trust me, you’ve already done enough.”

while you knew there would be some press at the event, you didn't expect over two dozen paparazzi to quickly start flashing their cameras in your direction as soon as you got out of your ride. questions about who you were wearing, the relationship you had with vic, etcetera etcetera. you would've buckled from the sudden pressure if it weren't for victoria’s steady hand on your waist, the press of her arm through her red pantsuit.

the venue is downright insane, so grand you start to wonder if you're in one of those gilded age mansions you used to read about in new york magazines. climbing pillars and art on the ceiling of the main hall, which you don't get to admire since you’re yet again whisked away to get ready.

after a few more touch ups you aren’t afforded a minute to prepare, guided to the edge of the performance area. the sinking feeling is back in your stomach. the biggest moment of your life and you feel like you’re going to be sick.

the lights dim and you glide onto the stage, able to see the shadows of the guests faces from the flickering table lights. it’s eerie, the amount of them staring up at you with eyes you can’t even see.

you were given a set list a few days prior, only a couple of songs for the payment you would apparently receive after this. the songs piqued your interest, a collection of classical melancholic pieces from around the fifties. vic told you her friend was a vintage nut, but you didn't know why he chose these for you to perform when the event seemed to have an uplifting aura.

either way it felt…different, singing this time. the spotlight was on you and you’ve never felt as beautiful as you did in this moment. everyone was watching you, so hooked on the melodies escaping your body that you could see the emotions brining some people to the edge of their seats.

you don’t let it show but you grow a bit anxious at the sight of supers in their uniforms in the crowd. you don’t see anyone from the seven, but you do notice a woman you recognized from some commercial about climate change and earth preservation, the green of her dress and the nature motifs in her outfit give you a clue as to what her power was.

just when you feel yourself about to slip, dangerously close to hitting a note at a weird pitch, you see victoria, getting deja vu at the sight of her staring at you from the bar like the first night you met. she's looking at you like she's never doubted you for a second, like you're an angel sent from above that's blessed her life.

you hold her gaze when you sing. noticing the soft smile on her face when you sing a lyric about how the feelings in your heart feel so intense you fear you're going insane.

when the first song ends the lights come back on and you're met with a polite yet thunderous applause, the smile on your face so wide your cheeks start to hurt. the presenter comes back on stage, praising your performance with a swipe at his eyes before telling the guests that the host would be on shortly, and after he gives a short speech you'd be back to sing some more. with a gentle nod and wave, you step off the stage.

you feel like you're walking on air, with no doubt that was one of your best performances yet. your emotions got a little intense there but nothing you couldn't manage, and everyone seemed to like it anyway.

you're able to send a quick text and a picture to jamie and chloe before you hear the sound of the door to your quaint dressing room open, not able to turn around before you feel hands around your waist and plush lips on the side of your neck, the sight of victoria wrapped around you in the mirror making butterflies swarm in your stomach.

"i take it you liked my singing?"

"like doesn't even begin to cover it," she mumbles into your neck, raising her head slightly to be able to hold eye contact through the mirror. "i'm so lucky i found you, y'know that?"

you playfully brush her off, telling her you have to freshen up for some mingling before you get back on stage. she gladly helps you with your makeup, and while you weren't expecting her to be so touchy tonight you definitely aren't complaining, especially when her hand starts to drift closer to the space between your legs. it takes an embarrassing amount of mental strength to deny her, promising you'll continue once you go back to her place.

once you're finished getting ready she leads you back out to the hall, introducing you to numerous business people, politicians, celebrities, etc. you try not to fangirl when you meet a singer whose songs you've been obsessed with lately and when she asks you to perform at her cousins wedding. victoria just smirks when she leads you away and you let out a tiny squeal under your breath.

once the networking is done you're able to take the time to sit down and eat some of the catered food, almost moaning at the tastes of the food. you sometimes forget just how good food could be in the states, and these rich people pulled out all the stops. you try not to eat too quickly or impolitely as victoria talks with her tablemates, some people from her job apparently. after the first introductions and praises they gave you you mentally tapped out of the situation. she luckily covers for you when they question your mood, laughing when she tells them you've had a long day of being treated like a singing barbie doll.

everyone in the room quiets down when the hos taakes the stage and starts his speech. he introduces himself as robert stendham, and you feel a little embarrassed that this man gave you the chance to sing here and you didn't even know his name. you're thinking about how odd it is that you weren't introduced before this when he mentions something about the program and you perk up.

"...extend a personal thank you to general jameson for finding the time to escape his duties to fly in and be here with us tonight, and a special thanks to director neuman for helping me with this project and finding the beautifully talented y/n to perform for us tonight."

there was a brief few seconds of applause, victoria looking around and giving out smiles while you wondered what the hell she was the director of.

"as you can see, we have a few supers with us tonight. people like hazelwood, whose efforts against climate change have lead to over a dozen organizations plating millions of trees and clearing millions of pounds of trash for the ocean. because that's what supers are supposed to do-protect us. not act like degenerates who get to do what they want because of their abilities."

your eyebrow twitches, sensing the slight anti-supe propaganda from the end of his speech. well, not anti every supe, just the ones who act like gods among men, which you could understand. but you still felt an uneasy feeling rising in your stomach. you feel vic's palm rest over the top of your hand under the table.

"which is why im incredibly honored that director and congresswoman neuman has extended a hand to me to invest in the federal bureau of superhuman affairs, and to further extend that hand to you to help participate in this monumental institution..."

everything is a fog and your brain taps out once he starts talking about what this burerua does, how they closely monitor supes and jail the ones who've caused public harm. your head feels hot and your chest feels cold, and you can't stop your body from going on auto-pilot and excusing yourself to the bathroom before finding some balcony on the higher floor.

the cold air of new york shocks your body back into normalcy, but the pounding in your head persists. it feels like a panic attack ut so much worse, like your fight or flight has been activated without anything even happening. had you rushed into all of this? chasing a girl and a dream like you were a teenager again?

yet again the door opens behind you and someone comes to stand next to you, able to tell who it is by the scent of brown sugar and the glimpse of dark hair blowing with the slight breeze.

"you alright? mr. brandon from the tech startup was asking about you, tried to make me invest in some room light plant grower hybrid-"

"why did you bring me here?"

you cut her off and the air is quiet, save for the sounds of cars and the city and the wind. it's weird, standing in a tense silence like this with her.

"how are you feeling?" she whispers .

"are you- " you turn, nearly giving yourself whiplash with the speed at which you turn to look at her. the look on her face, like she's just observing you and how you're reacting. it only upsets you more. "are you being serious?"

"yes, i am. tell me."

"no, answer my question first. why are you avoiding it?"

she sighs, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face before reaching to grab your hand, which you hesitantly let her hold.

"as you heard, im part of a buereau that monitors supherhumans, keeping track of them, making sure they cant use their powers for harm. so far we've only had to deal with supes here in the states. until one day, this couple comes in that believe their daughter has used her powers on them."

she reaches for something in her pocket and your grip tightens. she pulls out a polaroid and holds the picture up for you to see. you feel like you're going to vomit when you see you, smiling, standing with your parents in a backyard.

"what...what is this? how'd you get this?"

"the couple gave me this picture, and told me how weird the least few years have been. friends and family asking where their daughter went, how she was doing, a daughter they didnt even remeber having."

you bring a hand up to your head, hopelessly trying to dissipate the splitting headache that's forming.

"but then they said the memories started coming back. glimpses of a child running in the grass, birthday parties, graduations, talent shows-"

"stop, please just stop." you gasp, hunching over as good as you can with the restrictions of your gown. it doesn't even feel like the world is just spinning, it feels like its being played in some celestial game of pool. "so what, you're saying...you're saying i did that? to my parents?"

"yes," she reaches for the side of your face, guiding you to look up at her. "and you can do so much more. you already have."

this can't be happening.

"why do you think people react so emotionally to your singing? you think its just because you're amazing? that's not even half of it."

your breathing is picking up again.

flashes of memories start appearing in your vision. so many happy times with your parents that you forgot, friends that you left behind. how your parents didn't support your half-thought-out plan to become a singer, how you made them forget. made yourself forget.

"i don't want you to think i did all of this just for what i want. i didn't. i care about you, and i want you to help me. but you need to trust me."

the blood is rushing back and from your head, and you think about how weird her eyes look against the backdrop of the city before you pass out.

finally. FINALLY. ong i wrote like 1k in the past day because i said just get this shit over with but its done! 5 months later! hope you enjoyed :)

[janovavalen]

IT CANT BE OVER .°୭̥ ❁ ˎˊ˗ || carmen ‘carmy’ berzatto x fem!reader

summary: when carmy finds out the sacrifices y/n has made over the years of them dating, he can’t take anymore of himself ruining the possibilities of her life.

warnings: cursing, smoking, stress, braking up, a fight/argument (more on a important subject not a bad argument), angst, fluff.

w.c: 2,695

it had been a busy day and carmy was ready to go home and completely sink in the bed and his long term girlfriend, y/n. he had been thinking about her the whole day to keep him up on his feel instead of crashing out mid day.

sighing as he and his team continued to clean up the remaining left over foods, dishes, loose trashes and other discarded items. while he was in his office typing in his work he finally was done and he sighed.

placing a hand over his face while he groaned a bit he got a smooth vibration in his back pocket where his phone was. grabbing up as he stood up he say a text from you saying you couldn’t wait for him to come home and taste your new dessert you made just for him. he smiled with the warmth on his face growing.

sending back a text with a pink heart emoji as you sent a kissing one back and hearted his message. with a small smile on his face he placed his phone back into his pocket and made his way into the main kitchen where everyone had been having a small snack and chatting before they went home.

they happened to do this every time the day ended, mostly on a busy day or a stressful one.

‘cousin! you did good today’ his cousin, richie commented whine placing his hand out in front of him and giving him a quick snack as well. carmy took it with a smile and nodded.

‘yeah, you guys though? did amazing, thank you all for the work today, i mean it. thank you guys so much, enjoy the snacks, and i’ve gotta go—‘

‘whoa, whoa! where are you going?’ sugar asked while she sat up a bit from her once leaning position. richie laughed a bit while pointing at carmy who looked a bit confused.

‘probably to talk sweet nothings and make love to his beautiful, amazing, sweet sweetheart girlfriend’ he joked while they all laughed a bit at the small joke that only made carmen roll his eyes.

‘real fuckin’ funny’ he commented while looking at richie who placed a hand on his shoulder for forgiveness at his joke.

‘no, but guys, they're so cute! i mean it, the way they look at each other is adorable, really.’ sydney said while eating her snack and looking at carmy who smiled a bit at the thought of y/n.

‘see? see! he’s blushing right now!’ richie joked once more as carmy looked up in a quick motion—‘okay! dude, get the fuck off of me!’ he yelled out with a grin as richie practically jumped on him.

‘wow! i still can’t believe she has that bakery down the street, here i thought she’d be long gone by now’ richie commented whine taking a bite of his snack.

carmy looked at him in confusion while the rest of them looked down at their hands and the floor.

he took notice at how quiet the room got and how the tension seemed to build within. not feeling good about what he said he scrunched his eyebrows and asked—‘what—what do you mean by that? what do you mean long gone?’ he stammered a bit with his attention on his cousin.

richie turned his head as he looked confusingly at carmy—‘what do you mean? what she didn’t tell you she had that offer up in italy and new york a bit years back? she got another offer from italy again not to long ago, you didn’t know?’ richie asked with scrunched eyebrows.

carmy felt his whole world move slow. y/n had a offer up in separate places and she didn’t go? but why? she could’ve went he wouldn’t have minded—maybe most definitely would’ve missed her but he had no problem with flying to see her when he had the chances. why didn’t she tell him? why didn’t she go, she could’ve had a lot of things going for her in those areas and she chose to stay?

looking at the floor with his hands shaking a bit he looked around the room. sugar looked at richie and rolled her eyes while placing her hand on her head, sydney clearing her throat and turning her head away from the situation.

‘wait so…so what? when did she tell you this?’ carmy asked richie who seemed to pick up on the fact he just said what he wasn’t supposed to say.

‘oh…y’know what? i think i got the people mixed up—y’know my friend and her look crazy alike so i think i got them—‘

‘don’t fuck with me richie, don’t fucking fuck with me right now, when did she tell you?’ carmy demanded as his voice rose and echoed through the room.

richie looked at the girls for help as they rolled their eyes once more and turned—‘uhm…a year ago or so man…and the other last month…she didn’t want me to tell you—‘

‘so you don’t? what the fuck! you don’t hide this shit from me!—‘

‘she didn’t want me to tell you because of how your acting man! look at how mad you are right now! you know y/n can’t handle you when you're like this!’ richie added as carmy scoffed and placed his hand over his face.

‘fuck!’ he yelled before walking out of the restaurant and making a rush home.

sugar and sydney looked at richie who shrugged—‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’ sydney said as she decided it was time to go home for the night.

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when he got home the apartment was dimly lit with the many candles y/n had bought, her salt rocks, and some other warm light items she got so that they could use anything but the big light. she claimed it made the house look nasty.

the smell of sweetness and vanilla filled the air around him as he placed his keys on the table next to their door. he couldn’t get what just happened and what he just was told out of his mind. he needed to talk to her, he needed to fix this.

‘carmy! hi, how was work?’ y/n came around the corner with a cup of wine in her hand and his shirt on as pajamas with no pants on. her slippers he got her a bit ago. giving him a warm hug as he wrapped his arms around her tightly, his arm wrapping around her with her arm wrapped around his upper body.

‘oh you feel all shaken up, what’s wrong?’ she noticed his quietness and his face, the way his hands didn’t know where else to go but her or his own hands. placing her wine cup down onto the island table he shook his head.

‘nothin’ it’s nothin’ baby, i just found something out and i don’t know what to do—‘ his breath shaky as she looked at him with her soft kind face, her eyebrows pulled up a bit while shaking her head slowly.

‘awh, it’s okay. we can sit on the couch and talk about whatever it is…come on.’ she reached down and placed his hand in her slightly smaller one as the warmth from his hand completely melted her cold ones.

he couldn’t help but feel his stomach turning in pain and feeling like he’d pass out in any second.

when the comfort of their couch, she laid both of her legs next to her as she held his hands. carmy sitting next to her as she pulled him closer to her. his head falling into the warm embrace between her neck and shoulder.

he could smell her recently used body wash and body oils she loved so much. she always commented about how she was scared of smelling bad but the truth is she never smelt anything but amazing since the first time they met.

her hand rubbing his back in a soft touch while she moved it up and down to comfort him she started to speak—‘what’s the matter? did something happen at work? was it about the restaurant again?’ she asked as he mumbled—‘no..no it’s something else, something worse’ he commented.

he could hear her heart beating slowly in her chest as his head didn’t move from her, she made her hands way up to the nape of his hair while she rubbed it slowly.

‘did you want to—‘

‘why didn’t it go?’ he finally asked. y/n was confused but immediately caught on and tired to play it off.

‘go where baby? where would i go? who said what to you?’ she asked. her eyebrows frowned while continuing to rub his hair.

sitting up from her slowly while he looked in her eyes he could tell she knew what he was talking about—‘y/n please…don’t play with me right now—‘

‘i’m not? i’m not carmy, where would i go?’ she asked again while her hand tried to make it’s way back to his own only for him to scoot back and shake his head—‘no, y/n please baby please, don’t do that…richie told me you had a offer to leave years ago and last month and you didn’t go—why didn’t you go? you could’ve been someone big, something important—‘

‘carmen i don’t have anything in italy or in new york so i don’t go? why are you upset at me for my choices?’ she asked in a bit of anger and confusion.

he knew what he had to do when it came to the two of them and this was the best thing—‘you deserve any and everything and i can’t give you half of it, what you could’ve had you just tossed it away for what?’

‘what do you mean for what?’ she asked while still seated on the couch.

‘you threw away any and everything you could’ve had for what!’

‘for you! i did it for you, carmen! why wouldn’t i? i didn’t have anything there but i have everything here! i have you and our friends, my family and my friends and i don’t regret what i did!’ she started to raise her voice as carmen placed his hands on his face.

‘no, no, y/n that’s bullshit and you know it! you don’t need to be here for me i could’ve went to you whenever i could and you chose to stay here for what? for me? for our friends, family? that’s fucking stupid—‘

‘don’t you fucking dare call my reasoning stupid!’ she stood up with her finger pointed at him in defense.

‘i will! i fucking will! you let yourself be set so far back for something so simple when you could’ve had it all? y/n i love you i really do, but what you did was so fuckin’ stupid!’ he yelled once more as she scoffed and rolled her eyes. her once calm demeanor gone and replaced with anger and frustration.

‘you shut the fuck up and stop telling me how i should feel on what i did! you don’t get to carmen—‘

‘we’re done’ he simple said as y/n stopped yelling completely while she looked at him. her eyes started to fill up quickly with tears as she scoffed and shook her head.

if she wouldn’t leave because of him, then he’d simply let her go.

‘what…’ she spoke but it barely came out from the break in her voice. the lump in both of their throats growing.

‘we can’t be together anymore y/n—‘

‘what are you talking about? don’t—no you can’t carmen…i let those opportunities go because i wanted to and if i wanted to go i would have—‘

‘no y/n you wouldn’t have and we both know it…we know if you really wanted to you’d go, fuck—you’ve mentioned how much you wanted to go to italy when we first met!’ he remembered how it was always one of her biggest dreams since she was a child and learned that her father wanted her to go.

shaking her head as he walked to the bathroom trying to convince her he was done she looked around the room and let the tears fall from her face before speaking—‘carmen please don’t—you don’t have to leave me for this? this is fucking stupid carmen, come on! think for a minute please?’ she said while going into their shared room to see him looking around with his hand on his face.

‘y/n…please, you have so much to give to others and i’m just me—baby, i'm just me, and your you—‘

‘what’s that have to do with anything?’ she cut him off while he shook his head.

‘carmen…listen to me on this please, please?’ seeing carmen look up at her with tears in his eyes she slowly walked over to him trying not to set off something that would involve him in walking away once more. he let her get close with his head hung low.

‘please?’ she whispered once more with her tears falling once more, standing in front of him he broke completely and placed his head against her stomach where she stood. she felt her heart drop when he did so she placed her hands along his head and planted her hands in his hair.

combining through it his shoulders shook as he let himself cry. y/n felt how her cheeks were wet with the tears she once cried while she held him—‘why didn’t you go?’

he asked once more while his face moved to the side, the left side of face pressed against her warm clothed body. she smiled softly down at him—‘what would i have? everything i need is here.’ she repeated her last statement leaving him to let a tear fall once more.

‘y/n you could’ve had it all—‘

‘you are my all, carmen. your all i’d ever want. what’s in italy and new york if you're here? i could always go with you, i don't want to go alone.’ she told him as she placed her hand on the sides of his face, he let her slowly move his face to look at her. her hands placed on each side of his face and he thumbs moving slowly over his washed tears.

smiling slowly at him he stood him, his hight a bit over her own leaving her to follow his eyes and watch him stand over her. his body pressed against her own as he placed his hands on both sides of her face and leaned in to kiss her sweetly.

the kiss was soft, loving, they moved in synch as she placed her arms over his shoulders, his own hands placed around her body to hold her slightly off the ground.

when they pulled away, carrmy shook his head slowly—‘i can’t believe you passed up italy twice.’ he said with disapproval. she smiled a bit while shaking her own head—‘i can’t believe you tried to break up with me over it.’

he looked to the side in a quick motion and hissed slightly in remembrance—‘i didn’t mean i just thought it would help you—let you? leave me? i didn’t mean it, i swear—‘

‘carmy! i know, it’s okay’ she said while placing her hand on his face again to pull him into a kiss. when they pulled apart once more he spoke—‘if i remember correctly, you had something ready for me?’ he said while his hands rested on her waist.

she hummed while nodding her head—‘yes i do, it’s waiting for you’ she smiled while placing her hand in his to take him to the kitchen.

‘mm, maybe after i could have another sweet thing?’ he asked me while looking her up and down—she turned around with genuine curiosity—‘what would you want?’ she asked, seeing if she could make him something else.

‘oh but what i want can’t be baked’ he commented. looking at him in confusion she finally caught on and laughed out with her hands over the mouth. he smiled at her embarrassed expression and made his way over to her with his hands meeting her waist once more and flooding. her with kisses

[srjlvr]

SEVEN ROYALTIES

7 brothers. 7 new kings. 7 new thrones. 7 love stories.

note. im a bit early to do this, but we’re getting closer to 1.5k followers so i decided to drop it! i cant believe i am able to reach this amount of followers honestly! this is a special series to show you how thankful i am. i wouldn’t be here without y’all.

THE seven brothers of hybe’s kingdom will be getting each a new throne and kingdom of their own to rule, and each one gets a love story of his own too.

GENREs will be included in each member’s story and so are the WARNINGS and WORD-COUNTS.

TAG-LIST ; i’ll consider this tag-list to all members, send me an ask or comment on this post if you’d like to join.

PERM TAG-LIST ; @sungwhoonz , @ohdudehesflirting

lee heeseung x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers , commoner and a royal , fluff , angst ! warnings: loads of curse words.

you always knew your short temper will be a disadvantage, but you never thought that moment will happen when it came to a royal blood.

“watch where you’re going!” you yelled at the person who just bumped into you, “my apologies madam, perhaps i can offer you some sweet cookies as an apology?” he smiled.

you laughed at the nickname and the cute offer, “people don’t offer here cookies just because they want to apologize, are you new in town?”

he then shook his head, “you keep your things to yourself if you don’t want people to keep asking you for favors”

you ran before the person could even reply, “didn’t she realize who is she talking to?”

STATUS posted!

park jay x fem!reader genre: arranged marriage , one sided love at first , angst , fluff ! warnings: curse words , mentions of food (nothing serious, just dinner breakfast and all) , uhh dunno if it’s really a warning but just a rude behavior.

it’s been a few months since your huge wedding held in the castle, “i’ve married to you only because of the fact that i need to marry off to someone to get the throne” your newly husband groaned.

he’s been telling you the same sentence each time you remind him that you’re actually a married couple.

you’ve been taking care of him when he got sick, made him meals and even did most of the laundry, regardless of the fact that you have tons of servants.

jay has been ignoring you all day and all night ever since you first met, even ordered that you must have separated rooms.

but all it took for him to understand that he so longed for you, is to see you walk away. now, he’s determined to bring you back and love you all over again.

STATUS posted!

sim jake x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers , fake relationship , he fell first but she fell harder , runaway royals , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of pregnancy(nothing serious i promise trust me) , mentions of food (not specifically, just meals).

your beauty is beyond compare, and you know that. your parents knows that too. which is why they’ve been forcing you to go on dates with filthy princes who wants nothing but to use you and your beauty as a trophy.

you hate that, being treated as an object in the eyes of other people. so you ran away. where? you didn’t know, but you packed your bag and left the house in the late late hours.

what you didn’t expect however, was to get caught by another runaway prince.

“who are you?” you suspiciously asked. “i’m sorry madam, let me introduce myself, i’m sim jake, hybe’s-“

“hybe’s prince” you gasped, “and you are?” he shrugged off the fact that you just cut him in the middle of the sentence.

“i’m l/n y/n—“ “the runaway princess?”

STATUS posted!

park sunghoon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to enemies to lovers , one sided love somewhere into the story , heavy angst , fluff ! warnings: character’s death (not a main character) , curse words.

sunghoon has everything, wealth, power, a throne. but none of these matters when he can’t have you by his side.

“i hate you, park sunghoon” you spit out, nothing but hate is in your fierce glance at him. he just chuckled, “you don’t mean that”

“oh i do,” you nodded, “and i’m only doing it because i promised her it’ll happen”

“looking back at that promise, i realize why you used to believe that promises are stupid” you added.

“i’m sorry” he apologized, “sorry isn’t going to change anything, is it?”

STATUS posted!

kim sunoo x fem!reader genre: mistakenly falling in love , strangers to lovers , fluff , a bit of angst ! warnings: none atm.

the ballroom was full with young royals who are there the celebrate ni-ki’s birthday, the youngest out of the seven brothers.

it was a NO ADULTS party and therefore, the king and the queen ( aka the parents ) tried to describe him who is he going to marry. it was a pretty obvious force marriage.

“you’ll know it when you see her, she’s awfully pretty” they said.

“i’m l/n y/n” you introduced yourself with a curtsy, sunoo took your hand and kissed the back of it, “you look awfully pretty, y/n”

“oh! her name is minju!” right after the party, the queen and the king reminded sunoo that the girl he’s off to marry is named minju.

STATUS posted!

yang jungwon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to lovers , promised to marry , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of food , pregnancy i think , maybe curse words (do lmk if i missed something!!)

you’ve known jungwon ever since you can remember. his castle is considered your second home and your castle is considered his second home.

you were pretty confident in your friendship, until you became teenagers and things started to fade away between you two.

he knows you’re promised to him, so why was he so unconfident about it when he saw you talking to other princes?

and you know he’s promised to you, so why do you feel like crying when he’s being introduced to other princesses as well?

STATUS posted!

nishimura riki x fem!reader genre: troublemakers falling in love , strangers to lovers , dumb and dumber relationship , fluff , angst ! warnings: none atm.

you were some kind of the black sheep in your family, always breaking rules and doing what you’re clearly not supposed to do. you love your freedom.

you heard about a prince who’s just exactly as you are, and you’re more than eager to meet him.

“are you…?” in one of your usual sneak outs, you bumped into a familiar face, “am i…?” he mocked.

“never mind” you shrugged, “i thought you were nishimura riki”

“i thought you’re l/n y/n” he chuckled, it was too dark for the both of you to see each other. “so who are you?” you asked, “nishimura riki, you?”

“l/n y/n”

STATUS coming soon!!

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[kurominis]

My Sweetheart

Summary: Everyone is in infatuated with the school sweetheart (name). But there's one boy among them all. Who loves name just a bit more than most. The school delinquent, Ezra. Who him and (name) had a little secret going on..

Not proofread!

The school sweetheart,(name). Who was just a darling too everyone they met! Gorgeous on the outside and beautiful on the inside. Everyone loved (name) . And then we had the total opposite, Ezra the school delinquent. The scariest on the campus. Everyone, including some teacher were afraid of him! But little did everyone know that Ezra had a HUGE soft spot for a little someone in the school...

As (name) walked through the halls, everyone whispered in awe at his beauty no matter how many times they've seen him, they all believe he gets more more gorgeous each time. Coincidentally, Ezra was in an extra bad mood. And just wanted his boyfriend! Well secret boyfriend. But today might have been the day Ezra didn't care if the secret came out he just wanted to cuddle his loving boyfriend without any interruptions.

After a long grueling day of work, listening too his classmates talk about nonsensical things, he was ready too see his boyfriend. After texting his boyfriend to meet him in front of the gate he was ready to beat up anyone who got in the way of him seeing his beloved. But as he walks up to the gate he sees someone try and shoot their shot with (name) once again. And this time he wasn't gonna let it slide like he did last time.

I'm sorry but I cant accept your feelings..

B-But why (Name)! Ive liked you for so long why don't you accept my feelings..?

I'm sorry but I already have another person in my heart.. They've always been with for me I just feel like... Theyre the one.. I'm really but I just can't accept your feelings.

I... I understand (Name) I'll be on my way.

Ezra leans on the wall silently chuckling to himself while being a few feet away from the two smiling like a middle schooler in love. Maybe he won't beat someone up today.

Ez! Your finally here what took you so long?

Sorry sweetheart, I got caught up with some classwork

Hm, you don't have too apologize Ez schools been pretty rough lately so I get it. "

Yeah, I guess you're right but you've been doing good as always Mr. Good grades.

Hey! It's not my fault I'm trying too pass this year!

(Name) exclaims while stopping to walk too nudge Ezra on the shoulder

Yeah yeah whatever just shut up and keep walking sweetheart.

The rest of the walk too (Names) house was spent in a comfortable silence and after about 10 minutes they made it to names house.

Welp, we're here sweetheart

I'm gonna miss you, give me a hug before you go!

Pfft I'm gonna see you early tomorrow morning, but yeah cmere love.

Being in Ezra's embrace makes you feel so safe and all your worries in life just wash away as you just take in his scent in this moment. Before letting you go he whispers a sweet I also think your the one for me sweetheart.

As he let's go you to walk back to his abode you stand there a flustered mess and before he can get too far away he shouts an I love you sweetheart, see you tomorrow!

God, your gonna marry him one day.

I really really hate this one

@darlingminjin gave this awesome idea go show them love.

[lunarscript]

OPPOSITE ENDS

SCENARIO : boothill and reader bumping into each other + having a brief interaction under unwell circumstances.

PAIRING: boothill x gn!reader

ⓘ — angst(? if it could count as that), mentions of drinking alcohol + boothill’s backstory, ambiguous ending about reader , reader also has a supposed accent , + references to the IPC + death.

He thinks about you a lot. Perhaps too much. On days he finds himself trying to drink his sorrows away, he cant help but feel worse than before. At least when hes sober, he can change what he’s thinking about.

Now, all he can think about is how he misses you.

The shape of you, the touch of you, the sweet gaze you gave him whenever he came running back with his, your daughter—so full of love and warmth. Whatever happened to that beautiful partner he loved so much? That family he built, he cherished? His entire life? Those damn IPC folk, that’s what.

He wholeheartedly believed you to be dead, with the rest of his family. His love. His world. The mechanized man took another swig of beer before he slammed it back into the table with a huff and walked off, a few coins finding their place on it. His hand finds its place running across his face in irritation. He slowly stumbles away from the bar and all it's blinding lights.

Despite his actions, the alcohol never actually buzzed his gears, but it provided relief when things were stressful. His mind proved just a little hazy when he mistakenly ran into another person.

“Watch it, cowboy!” they snapped. Boothill instantly turned his head with reddened cheeks and scowled, his sharp teeth grinding.

“You’re one to forkin talk!” he yelled, eyes finally adjusting and focussing on the person in front of him.

Black cap, black uniform, maroon tie, and a badge to boot. The sight made him sick, but the face he saw made him sicker.

He blinks a few times before staring at the worker. He had to be seeing things. Usually these IPC officers would wear masks… But this one looked exactly like you, just older.

The same height, build, and your eyes… Aeons, those beautiful eyes he could get lost in were right there. Right there in front of him.

His face grew slack. Astonished, he took several steps back. It was like seeing a ghost. A ghost he longed for, trying his best to never forget that perfect smile or laugh. He slowly took his hat off and pushed it to his chest. his breath hitches, waiting with baited breath for your next words. His imagination might've gotten his hopes up.

“Sorry... That might’ve been a tad too brash of me.” you say awkwardly after a few moments of silence. All he can do is stare. He cant tell if its the alcohol or not, but fudge, it sounds just like you. It hurts him; it sounds like you’re trying to cover up your accent.

You purse your lips and make a face you usually make when something’s gone sour—he would know. You dust your shoulder off, where the two of you collided. Your beautiful face finally calms as you put on a nice smile and ask, “Say, have we met somewhere before?”

The phrase hits him like a pile of bricks. or rather like the entire Astral Express. The wind is suddenly knocked out of him and his eyebrows furrow. His metal fingers become tense, his mechanical knuckles strained, clenching on his hat. It's almost as if he's become a statue, forever staring at your stupid face.

Moreover, his heart is beating so fast and it pinches almost. There's a burning sensation around his eyes but nothing comes out.

There was never really a time where he wished his human body was back but this encounter, this moment, sure made him want to change that. He wished he could cry, have hot tears slowly stream down his cheeks so you could see he missed you. He wished he could reach out with a warm hand so you could remember his touch. To be human again just to lay in bed with you, burrowing his face in the crook of your neck as you both fall asleep in each others warmth and embrace.

So that you could remember the man you loved without all the mechanized parts.

“You seem. Familiar.” You hit him with a soft laugh that wrecks his mechanical heart, your hand on your hip as you tilted your head slightly to the side. The sight breaks his heart.

“You too, sugar.” he quickly responded, putting his hat back on his head with a swift motion. The cowboy cleared his throat as he forced his hat downward. “A mighty fine pleasure to meet’cha though.”

But the alcohol must be getting huge run through his system. After all, there’s no chance of you being alive. And even less of a chance that you joined the corrupt IPC. As much as it hurts to walk away, he does.

His outfit clicks and pings with all the metals hooked onto it. Every click of his heel echoing in his head. Each step feels so heavy, but he must continue.

Last you two spoke, it was about how if anything happens, you would never go into the IPC and you would stand your ground—protect your home. He knows you would never break your promise. He’s put too much trust on your love for you to break the last promise you’ve made with him. For you to betray him like this, no. not like this.

He walks away because you becoming the thing hes sought to destroy and hate is much worse than you dying a horrible death. Supporting the corporation that took everything away from the both of you was unimaginable.

There just couldnt be any other way. You had to be dead.

He had to be seeing things with his perfect, fixed vision.

Besides, there’s just no way he’s staying more then five minutes with a member of the IPC. He can’t risk getting caught now. He’s a wanted man, after all.

And you’ve already gone the opposite way.

[basu-shokikita]

Kloktober 2024 Day 15

One Year after AOTD

Back with more Kloktober posting!

It’s been over a year since AOTD came out and I like to believe things got better for the boys after they helped saving the world, so…here’s something about that. 🌟

“Just ones more! Just ones!” Toki insisted with a smile.

“Dats what you said de last times.” Skwisgaar feigned exasperation, but he looked just as happy. 

“This time ams forreals.” Toki bit his bottom lip, glancing at Skwisgaar’s mouth. “Ams promise.”

Skwisgaar wrapped a hand around Toki’s waist, bringing him closer. “Dats so?”

Toki nodded, but he also probably would’ve nodded at anything by this point. 

“Comes here.” Skwisgaar whispered and they smooched each other loudly. 

“Wowee…” Toki was left in a daze once they broke it off. “Okays, just ones more!”

Skwisgaar cackled, lovingly looking into Toki’s eyes. “I thoughts you hads promiseds.”

Pursing his lips, Toki gave Skwisgaar a wet puppy look. “Buts…”

“Buts nothing you littol trickers…”

“Oh, Skwisgaar!” Tok whined, his expression turning miserable at once. He turned away, sadly. “You ams so means…”

“Eugh, I ams means?” Skwisgaar chuckled.

“Ja…” Toki was completely brat mode, pouting and frowning. “You ams means and donts lets Toki be happies…”

“I donts-” Skwisgaar repressed a laugh, though when Toki didn’t react, he grabbed him by the chin and turned his face towards him. “Heys, heys…”

Toki refused to meet his gaze. “Means Skwisgaar.” He mumbled.

“Comes on…” Skwisgaar was trying his best not to smile, failing considerably. “Tokes, looks at me…” When Toki finally did, Skwisgaar let out a soft chuckle. “Donts be sads…” Then, he leaned in and-

“Ye guys know we’re still here, right?” Pickles interrupted in disbelief., sitting several feet away from them on the couch. They were in the movie room.

With puckered lips, Skwisgaar and Toki turned to their bandmates. While Toki seemed mostly confused, Skwisgaar raised an eyebrow at them. “Ja, so?” To emphasize his indifference, he put an arm around Toki’s shoulder. 

“Well, don’t do that in front of usch!” Murderface complained.

“And why the fucks not?” Far from the spoiled attitude from earlier, Toki had switched to full aggressive mode. “You guys can do whatever you wants too!”

“Yeah, but…” Nathan intervened, visibly feeling awkward. “You guys are being so…r…romantic…” He said, like the word was hard to pronounce. 

“Nethans, you weres all over the Trinity girls back dens!” Skwisgaar said, grimacing. “Makings us witness yous slobber, eugh, disgustingks…” He shook his head in disgust. 

“Uh, her name was Trindle-”

“That’s what ye two are doin’ now!” Pickles pointed an accusatory finger. 

“Oh, whats? I didnts know I was cheatings on Skwisgaar and tryings to explodes him and kills mine self!” 

“Heugheugh, so you ams the hypers fans whats cants helps but wants more of mes?” Skwisgaar asked Toki, already over the discussion.

Toki smiled innocently, batting his eyelashes at Skwisgaar. “Wells, you knows…”

They started whispering sweet nothings to each other again, like the other 3 weren’t watching the whole exchange. 

“Ye know what, just play the next movie.” Pickles rolled his eyes.

Nathan grabbed the remote control, browsing through the Dethflix catalogue. “Uh, Whiplash?”

“Looks Skwisgaar!” Toki turned to the screen. “It ams dat ones roms and coms!”

“Whet?” Pickles squinted at the couple. “Dats nots-“

“Euh, I remembers dat!”

“Well, I don’t wanna watsch no schtupid romansche movie!” 

“It’s not a-”

“Yeah, we have enough of that right here.”

“Whats ams dat supposeds to means?”

“It’s not about t’at at all!” Pickles took the remote from Nathan and pressed the play button. “Just shaht up and watch it!” 

He felt proud when the whole band settled in quietly and watched the screen. Well, not for long because Skwisgaar and Toki resumed their chattering soon enough. Clicking his tongue, Pickles glanced at his phone to see the time, though the date distracted him. Why did it feel oddly familiar? 

Oh.

Pickles rested his back against the couch, overwhelmed by the sudden memory. A year ago they saved the world, almost losing their lives in the process. A year ago they survived the Metalocalypse while millions perished. A year ago their fans came to their rescue and, together, they could defeat Salacia. 

Somehow, it felt like an entire lifetime had gone ever since and Pickles would like very much for it to stay that way. He didn’t miss feeling responsible for everyone or having to fight constant panic attacks because the end of the world was coming. He just wanted to be Pickles.

It did have consequences on them, however. Nathan was definitely more considerate now and Murderface was opening up more rather than being defensive all the time. And Skwisgaar and Toki…well, whatever that was. 

In all seriousness, Pickles didn’t know what was weirder, that they defeated a gigantic whale that wanted to bring doom to Earth or that Toki and Skwisgaar were all over each other like a couple of teenagers experiencing love for the first time. He would’ve never imagined there would be a future where he’d miss their stupid fights. Well, they still argued, but it wasn’t the same knowing the reconciliation would have them sloppily making out on the kitchen’s counter or something equally off-putting.

Himself? He was fine. He still liked to do drugs and get drunk, they just weren’t his primary reason to live anymore. And that was a good thing, probably. 

“Murderface, don’t keep all the popcorn for yourself.” Nathan whispered, though it was loud enough that everyone heard it.

“I’m not!”

“Heys, I wants some popcorns too!” Toki complained, though he kept both arms wrapped around Skwisgaar. 

“Heugheugh,I gots some pops corns for yous down heres…” Skwisgaar offered.

There was some rustling and Toki gasped. “Haha! It really ams corns shapes!”

“And it shores ams gonna pops, heugh-”

They all groaned and Nathan took the remote back, turning up the volume and filling the atmosphere with the sound of drums. “Just try not to fuck while we’re in the room, okay?” He yelled over the racket.

“Whats?!” The guitarists asked in unison, their hands on their ears.

“I said don’t fuck in the room!”

Toki and Skwisgaar looked at each other, then back at Nathan. “Whats?!”

“I said-” Nathan was about to yell again but he changed his mind mid-sentence. “Nevermind.” Pickles snorted and Nathan turned towards him. “What?”

“Nothin’.” Pickles shook his head, trying to pay attention to the movie. 

He had a far more important reason to live now. 

[kk43mi]

curves ┊ kazuha

PAIRING ┊ kazuha x chubbyfem!reader GENRE ┊ fluff, smut. WC ┊ 1.5k+ WARNINGS ┊ very insecure reader , praise , not proof-read , fingering , pussy eating , lowercase intended!! SYNOPSIS ┊ kazuha, your well long known friend, always complimenting you and telling you sweet endearing's to soothe out your insecurities, if you saw him thru his eyes you wouldnt be anymore, but you can never see that! so guess he would have to show you another way. A/N ┊ written by kam , hope you guys enjoy ! dont rlly see much genshin chubby intended reader so this one makes me feel good!

"you’re absolutely gorgeous, y/n," kazuha's soft voice whispered, accompanied by his sweet smile. it always felt like his voice was coated with honey whenever he spoke. you sighed, unsure why you were still friends with kazuha considering your appearance. You weren't the most attractive person, and you carried a bit more weight than others. "ah, thank you, kazu," you responded with a small chuckle. compliments were rare for you, so you never quite knew how to accept them.

"if you could see yourself through my eyes, you wouldn't have to worry about a thing." kazuha's hand, previously resting on his cheek, now gently lifted your chin, making you meet his intense gaze. kazuha was always flirtatious and demonstrated gestures that were...a little more affectionate. but you took it as him being his usual flirty self. after all, girls were constantly fawning over him, and you assumed he wouldn't be interested in someone like you. though, you couldn't deny that he was quite the catch – his soft platinum blonde hair, his red eyes with a yellow hue, his handsome face. everything about him seemed perfect, the ideal type.

you let out another sigh. "kazu, if you keep doing this, people will start thinking we're dating–“ before you could finish your sentence, he interrupted you, his finger gently pressing against your lips, urging you to be silent. "i wouldn't mind if that were to happen, love..."

kazuha's words sent a shiver down your spine, causing your heart to flutter. his voice seemed to wrap around you like a warm embrace. but you still couldn't shake off your self-doubts and insecurities. "kazu, you don't understand... i’m not like those girls who are always around you. i don't have striking features or a perfect figure. i’m just... me."

a soft smile played on kazuha’s lips as he leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your cheek. "y/n, don't you see? your beauty lies in your uniqueness. your curves, your gentle heart, your quiet demeanor – they make you who you are, and it's absolutely breathtaking." his words resonated deeply within you, gently tugging at the insecurities you held within.

"but kazu," you whispered, your voice barely audible, "you could have anyone you want. why would you be interested in someone like me?"

kazuha gently cupped your face, his thumb caressing your cheek. "love, you underestimate yourself. you may not believe it, but you've captured my heart in ways that no one else can. your kind nature, your infectious laughter, the way you make me feel at ease... it’s all so enchanting." his confession left you speechless. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in this moment. kazuha’s words resonated deep within your heart, tugging at the threads of doubt that had held you captive for far too long.

"y/n, I want you to see yourself the way I see you," kazuha continued, his voice filled with unwavering sincerity. "let me show you that beauty is not defined by societal standards. let me show you that your curves are nothing short of stunning. allow me to be the one to remind you, every day, just how extraordinary you are."

"but...wouldnt you prefer someone who was more slimmer than me..? im plump in most places and i dont like it.." adjusting your shirt slightly, ensuring a comfortable fit while trying to not show much of your plump body. "my dearest, cant you see? it just makes more of you, it multiplies the beauty that you have, your appearance not only catches the eye, but your heart is also what mesmerizes me. it was that soulful essence of yours that captivated my heart from the start. so please, my love, let me be the one to cherish and adore you, to show you that you are stunning in every conceivable way."

kazu leaned closer to you, caressing your chubby cheeks and giving a cheeky smile as he went in closer. your bottoms lip now in contact with each others. he eyed those lips of yours before looking up at your eyes. "may i?" asking for permission, as your eyes fluttered and you quietly respond back with a meek 'yes'. and there he moved a strand of hair behind your ear, before planting his sweet rosy lips on yours. indulging in a passionate kiss.

in that tender moment, everything faded away, as your lips met. it was as if the universe has unite your souls, creating ethereal oneness that was beyond anything. it was just you and kazu, embracing of love in this lingering kiss. your first ever kiss, was shared with the one and only kazuha kaedehara, the boy who has girls fawning over him left to right? yeah it wasnt a dream.

kazu pulled out of the kiss, both of the individuals trying to catch up with their breaths now. "love, i am asking for permission, if you would allow me to initiate into an act of intimacy with you. if my words arent convincing as much, then i shall show with actions." his hands trailed to your cheek to your waist. caressing the soft plush down there. "i...alright then." you shyly looked here and there, just anywhere that werent his eyes, you were too embarrassed to look at him. until his fingers grabbed your chin with a firm grip, making you gaze up at him.

"my eyes are here love, now tell me. would you allow me?" silence filled the room before you sighed, having the courage to say it to his face now. "yes...i allow you kazu."

"love its alright...you dont have to be so afraid to show that beautiful body of yours." kazu rubbed small circles on your back trying to soothe out you anxiousness. "but..im...youll be disgusted. you probably wouldnt like me anymore after seeing my body." your hands laid on your lap, playing with your fingers out of awkwardness. "love, how about we do this together...? we can take it off the same time." kazu reassured, trying to help things out.

"i guess thats alright..." you sighed, before taking a couple minutes to yourself, then nodding at kazu to signal you were ready. kazu smiled and you both slowly started taking off the piece of armor that was blocking each others bare body. taking pieces bit by bit, it sure had you embarrassed. "my love, your body is absolutely stunning. i want to kiss every single part of it." kazu pulled you onto his lap, embracing you tightly as he started kissing certain body parts of yours.

"ah kazu...arent i heavy..?" "youre never too heavy for me love. now please, lie back, i want to show you just how much im crazy for you." kazu carefully laid you back, not even noticing he was admiring your body for a bit too long. to which made you cover you body with your arms.

"youre staring..." kazu let out a soft chuckle, "love i was just admiring how beautiful your body was. do not worry." he finishes with a finger laced on your folds, rubbing up and down, collecting the slick on his fingers, the feeling of his fingers in contact with your heat had made you wince.

"relax dear. this will only feel good." he says before pushing a single digit in your hole, and there your whole body shuddered. "a-ah.." you whined out, covering your mouth with your hand, not until kazus other hand grabbed your wrist to pull your hand away. "love, i want to hear your pretty moans, okay?" you face heats up, as you gave in, gripping on to the bed sheets instead, to withstand the pleasure kazu was giving you.

slowly, kazu was thrusting his fingers in and out, curving when he was fully in. hitting the sensitive spots. "mmgh-!" you moaned out and kazu was loving your little noises. but your body tensed up when you felt a breath shudder to your clit. "kazu...?" you lift up your head, only to see kazus face right in front of your heat. "just let me do all the work love." those were his final words before his mouth laid on your clit, and it had you in a trance. his tongue circling around the sensitive bud had you spiraling in pleasure.

the way your thick squishy thighs would squeeze his head had him head over heels, hearts in his eyes even. loving the way you squirm to his touch, the way he knew loud and clear he was the one making you scream his name. "k-kazu-! mmgh-!" you hips would buck into his face from the pleasure. the stimulation was something you weren't so used to and it just had you into a stuttering mess.

"let it all out...im here love..scream out my name." he would mutter out before inserting his tongue inside of your hole, and that made you lose it...squirting on the spot. there kazu would lap up your juices and drink...it had you gasping for air, your chest heaving up and down.

"love, you taste amazing.." he would bring his face to yours before kissing your cheek then trailing down to your neck. "you drank it...that's embarrassing..." you whined and kazu would shake his head. "you taste delightful dear...id go again if you'd like." he goes back giving kisses on your neck while his thumb travels to your clit, rubbing small circles which overstimulates you due to your previous orgasm.

"cmon dear...i just want to show you how beautiful you can just be..."

requests open!

[muikitoo]

hey so how do you think the rottmnt boys would deal with having a s/o looks very happy to see them, who hugs and kisses them and says “hi handsome” as a greeting and then they quickly slide away from their boyfriend side before the boys can even react to what just happened every single time? How do they first react to such a thing? And what about when they are used to it and see it coming every time s/o is coming over?

Them with an affectionate s/o

Warnings

None, pure fluff

+ this request from the same person

"Oh forgot to add. With the greetings request, I would like it so this s/o is a sneak attack loving greeting type, but then after they slide away they don’t initiate affection for rest of the day. like they get the affection all out of their system with the greeting, kind of don’t have energy for more and the boys have to initiate for the rest of the day, s/o will happily reciprocate though?"

A/N:

Im sorry this took so long!! Ive been awfully busy lately. But this was super fun to write<3

Donnie

- Hes super surprised (and got scared shitless).

- Please warn him next time you sneak attack him with affection, this boy almost went into cardiac arrest 😭

- "Sweet Galileo, Y/N! Please warn me next time, my soul almost left my shell for a moment."

- He doesnt rlly like it at first but He'll let it slide from time to time.

- After some time, he'll get used to it.

- He doesnt mind you calling him "handsome"

- actually it boosts his ego a lot, he likes it more than he'll ever admit.

-He gets a bit confused when you suddenly slide away and immediately notices that you dont show affection for the rest of the day

-tries not to put it into much thought though.

- Eventually he does ask you and understands if u dont have energy for more after the sneak attacks.

- Since he doesnt really initiate affection, when he eventually does, s/o would most likely reciprocate. If not, he'll take note of that and make sure youre 100% comfortable next time

Leo

- He does not mind the sneak attacks

- He gets slightly shocked for a moment since he didnt expect it, but it quickly washes away and he reciprocates your affection.

- He gives u affectionate sneak attacks too!!

- Absolutely LOVESS when you call him "handsome" or when you call him anything atp, you could call him a dumbass and he'll be head over heels for you.

- it boosts his ego so so muchh, he literally will NOT stop teasing you

- "Aww you seriously cant get your hands off of me can you?" *You literally slap him lmfao"

- believe me, you wont be left alone cuz he'll act like a baby. And if u dont pay attention to him he'll start whining and bothering u until you do.

- like Donnie, he gets confused when you just randomly slide away afterwards

- He probably doesnt notice how you dont show affection after greeting him, since hes most likely always close to you.

- if someone points it out though, he'll realise it and ask you about it. (Hes honestly a bit insecure and scared in case hes annoying you or something)

- if you reassure him its just cause you dont have enough energy, he'll feel a lot better.

- But either way he loves giving u any kind of affection, so you better reciprocate or he'll pout and whine like a child who couldnt get the toy they wanted.

Mikey

- He loves your greetings, they make him feel so bubbly inside.

- He most likely greets you that way too.

- ADORES when you call him handsome, he literally melts. Will call you pretty/handsome back. (or whatever you prefer)

- "*literally melting into a puddle* you think im cute? Aww well, i think youre the prettiest person ive ever layed my eyes on."

- After the first three he does notice how you slide away and dont show affection for a while.

- Immediately asks you about it before you manage to slide away.

- He doesnt mind, but that wont stop him from giving YOU sneak attacks.

- Even if hes the one giving affection, he doesn't mind at all. He just loves being near you at all times.

- LOVES it when you reciprocate, but if you dont he'll have a talk with you about it and find out what kind of affection you like and what you dont like.

Raph

- I feel like he has reflexes and instincts so be careful when trying to sneak attack him

- when i tell you - one tail swing and youre gone, i mean it.

- if that ever happens he'll immediately apologise and literally do anything to make it up to you, probably sobbed once out of guilt

- Now he tries his best not to swing his tail so much and lower his guard around you more.

- He would love to sneak attack you back but hes insanely scared of hurting u considering the size difference.

- Melts when you call him handsome or other nicknames, literally just a giant puppy.

- "you think Raph is handsome?" *Flustered and his ginormous tail is wagging*

- At first he doesnt notice that you stop giving affection after the greetings, but eventually he FINALLY does(slow much)

- Like the rest of his brothers, he'll ask you about it but wont go much into the convo.

- He probably already had a talk abt what kind of affection you'd reciprocate and stuff, bros respectful and sets strict boundaries frfr

[outerbankspov]

Hey wondering if you could write some wedding night smut with Drew? ❤️

Soft smut !

.(ily! Sorry for the late response! I’ve been working and studying for finals! I hope you love this as much as I do!)

I love her, she is so beautiful and precious and mine. Marrying her was the only good thing I’ve done.

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“Drew!” You giggle out loud as he drags you with him to the biggest most romantic room in the hotel. “What baby?!” He laughs.

“Mm. I can’t run in these.” You pout and stop. He looks at you and smiles widely. “Say no more.” He smiles and she knows that smile. “Wha- what are you-” you were cut off by him picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. “DREW!” You laugh.

“Yes My wife?” You giggle again like a high school girl and slaps his ass. “Take me to bed!” He speeds walks until ya’ll get into the hotel and checks in while you still over his shoulder. “Uh under Mr Starkey?”

“Yes sir! Right up you go!” She gave him the key card and he ran to the elevator. “I’m gonna give you a head start. And when I get to our room I better see that sexy dress off of you.” He speaks smoothly, words filled with silk that sends shivers down your spine. He slaps your ass through the dress and you smirk. “Baby. It took me so long to get it fitted!”

“I know!” He puts you down when the door Opens and you run into the room and gets undress. Only in your lingerie. A minute later he comes in.He smiles and walks up to you.

“Mrs Starkey.” He begins and your eyes widen.

“That’s me.” You giggle. He nods with one of his hands in his pocket and the other on your cheeks.

“Make love to me now. Please” you beg as you unbutton his suit pants.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He lets you take his pants off as you look at him with bedroom eyes that made him even harder then he has ever been. “ scoot up baby.” He mumbles as he takes off all his clothes. He gets on top of you and admires your body. “Let me take it off. Please.. it’s so sexy I just need it off” you nod rapidly and he takes it off. Admiring your sexy body. Admiring your soft honey glow skin with his fingers. So gentle but rough on your body.

“I can’t wait to live with you until I die. Until we grow old. Fuck.. I cant wait to have your babies. Have them running around our home while I cook you breakfast and coffee.” His words are so sweet and gentle.

“Drew.” You whine. Getting uncontrollably wet, in need of him. You grab his cock and pumping it up and down gently. “shit. I love you” he kisses you gently.

“I’m gonna fuck you nice and slow. You okay with that?” He asks. You smile and kisses his arm that’s on the side of your head. “More then okay.” He smirks and kisses you again, this time grabbing his cock and rubbing it up and down your wet slick folds. You begin to pant and squirm. “Drew please” you cry out. Hand making a home in his hair and gently scratching his head.

“Put- put it in… pl-please” you moan out. He chuckles and kisses you as he slips into you. “Holy shit.” You both breathlessly moan and you want to wrap both your legs around him but he doesn’t let you. Leaving one leg up and the other down so he can slowly fuck you. “Drew” he presses his lips hard against you and rubs your skin. “I got you. You know I got you.” He comforts you as he Fucks you slowly.

“Can’t believe I can do this to you as much times as I pleas without getting interrupted.” He chuckles. “That until… I put a baby inside of you.”you moan at his filthy words and buck your hips up. “I wish you could seen the way I look at you. God it’s a sight. And in that dress? Shit it was hard not to get hard”

“I love u. So so much” you mumble as he kisses your neck and then your boob. “I’m- Drew…” you warn him. But he already knew, the way you were clenching around him and the way your pussy constantly pulled him in told him everything.

“I can feel it baby. Where do you want it.” He keeps up his sloppy paste and you groan. “Inside me- pls I need it” you cry out.

“Fuckkkkkkkk” Drew groans and empties himself into you, moaning and mumbling about how good you feel and how much he can feel your cum around him. He falls beside you and pulls you into his side. “I love you. My wife.” He kisses your sweaty cheek and you smile. “I love you more” you kiss his hand and you both fall asleep.

(Extra because why not<3)

You wake up with the sun peeking through the blinds and you smile at how it sits on both you and Drew face, making you instantly happy by the warmth. Not only that, but the way Drew snores so lightly, it’s almost comforting.

“Good morning gorgeous” his raspy morning voice is so sexy. “Good morning husband” you smile sweetly and kisses him.

“Thank you for being mine.” He tells you.

You blush and kisses him to hide it. “Thank you for being the love of my life.” He smiles widely and kisses your ring finger.

“Let’s get us clean and ready for our day! Honey moon starts now” he chuckles. You squeal and jumps into his arms happily.

[onskepa]

Uniltsa ch3

Hi everyone! So I have thought hard on this one. There might be a few time skips. I type as I go but hopefully you all enjoy this one!

Uniltsa series

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[first pov]

1 year.

I have arrived on pandora 1 year before the way of water plot begins. Tuk was 8 in the film. She just turned 7 a few days back. Knowing this, it doesn't help me with anything. I cant tell lo'ak or anyone for the matter that I am not from their world! They are gonna think I am crazy.

What worse...no one will believe me that neteyam will die. That boy is a good son, a good brother. Being reminded of his death every time i see him just breaks my heart. I don't know if I can prevent it.

Even worse, knowing the RDA will come back. Oh just thinking about it gets me paranoid!

Not only that, every time I try to remember my life before all of this, it gets hazy. Memories of my parents or my life was starting to fade. It scares me and I try my best to act normal but my head is wrapped in so many things I cant think straight!

Oh Eywa...if you can hear me. Hear my internal worries. Please help me. I don't know what to do.

[third pov]

Lo'ak was collecting some special nectar from the Tawtsngal flower. These past few days his dear human friend wasn't....acting right. She acts hesitant, nervous and easily scared. As if everything was new to her. But it cant be right. Uniltsa was born and raised here along side with spider.

Perhaps she is sick, maybe she has what the humans call a "fever" or a "cold" something like that. Common human sickness. So Lo'ak thinks the nectar from the Tawtsngal flower, which has healing properties, can help her.

After collecting a good amount, he began to carefully dig out the flowers he used and carry them home. Perhaps mo'at or kiri would have some use for them. Maybe make a new basket. His old one is starting to give up.

[first pov]

Tuk and kiri were taking me to the "usual" spot, that being a lovely lake surrounded by flowers and all kinds of plants. A really beautiful place.

"Nice to have a day to ourselves" kiri says as we all sat near the water. As if by muscle memory, I took a few long grass and began to weave. Guess the other me did this often. Perhaps I can make something for lo'ak. Like a arm band. Yeah, I like the idea.

"You two are always busy! hardly any time to play" tuk claims as she sits between me and kiri. I bring her closer to me, giving her some grass to weave whatever she likes.

"We have responsibilities tuktuk, and when you are old enough, soon you will be busy too" kiri says while playfully tugging one of her braids. Honestly, its really sweet to see them both like this. Nice and having a moment of peace to themselves.

"chores are boring! I rather play!" tuk replies. I sigh and pull tuk closer, "me too tuktuk, me too" agreeing with her. She giggles and continues weaving, looking at it, looks like a bracelet. I continued doing mine. I know lo'ak will like it, whatever I am making.

[first pov]

After a nice hearty lunch, I met up with lo'ak. Said he wanted to show me something. I thought of many things......but this wasnt one of them. Looking at what lo'ak crafted from this morning, I did my best....I really really did. But it was just sooooo.....!!

I ended up laughing at the top of my lungs.

"Oh please! I may not the best weaver in the whole dang clan but at least I am trying!" lo'ak ranted on. But I couldn't stop laughing, the so called 'basket' looked like a weirdly shape gourd!

"HAHAHAHA!!! oh lo'ak, I am sure tuk can do a better job that you!" I said, my back facing the grass land as I still laugh. Truly lo'ak is a comedic genius without even trying!

Taking deep breathes to calm down, I see him coming closer to me, kneeling down. "You think its funny eh?" he smirks while saying that.

Oh shit......

"NO LO'AK DONT YOU DARE!!"

Quickly I tried to scamper away but lo'ak was faster. He tackled me and playfully pull of my arms in his. "Lo'ak!! come on!! you know I speak the truth!" I argued. Didnt seem to faze him. He pulled my arms behind my back more, I can feel him grinning. "Say you are sorry then I will let go!" he said. Had to tap out.

"ok ok! Im sorry!!! im sorry!!" quickly he let go of my arms. Face meeting dirt. Great.

"see? what that so hard?" I can hear lo'ak's smugness in his voice.

Getting back up, dusting off the dirt I gave him a unimpressed look. "Cant handle a bit of constructional critic?" I asked him. Lo'ak rolls his eyes and comes closer to me. "No, I try my best and it is the best I can give" he replies.

huh.

"Alright, if it is your best, then it is your best" I say, he grabs my hand and holding his craft, we head somewhere else.

[third pov]

Was quite a long day, both lo'ak and uniltsa were spending the last hours of the day back at the lab, just enjoying each others prescence. Until something brough up in lo'aks mind. He takes out a small vial from his small pouch.

"I almost forgot. Here, I brought this for you" he says to his human friend. Uniltsa looks to see the vial in the na'vi's hand. "What is it?" she asks while gently taking the vial in her hands.

"It is nectar from Tawtsngal flower, drinking it will help you get better. It has healing properties" lo'ak replies with a hopeful smile on his face. At that, uniltsa looks up at him with confusion. "Healing? But I'm not sick or anything like that" she says, feeling a bit worried.

Lo'ak's ears flatten a bit, his smile gone, "well....these past few days you have been acting weird. Not exactly like your usual self. I know humans can get sick but I dont know how sick you were so I brought some in case.....you know".

His explanation pulled uniltsa's heart. Feeling touched of his genuine concern. "Im sorry if I worried you lo'ak, my mind lately is...just filled with things. But I am not sick, I promise you that", the human girl smiles as to reassure her friend.

While lo'ak was glad she wasnt sick, it still hasnt dimmed his worries. "Then what is wrong? What is on your mind? You know you can share with me" he insists. Anything to help her. But uniltsa smiles again, places her small hands over his. "It is something I have to figure out on my own. But I promise, I will tell you if I cant help it myself".

"pinky promise?" lo'ak asks while raising his pinky finger. Smiling wider, uniltsa wraps her pinky finger around his, "I pinky promise".

aaaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! Sorry it took so long for this! Honestly, I have no idea where to go after this. I will try to figure it out. But hope you all liked this one! until next time! see ya!

Taglist: @deathislame , @mochacoffeeumai26 , @shit-i-say-shit-i-think , @tojisleftarm ,

[dragon-queen21]

hi back again ! sorry for my small absence, my school year just finished and testing is approachin & ive been very stressed ☹️

but this time its gonna be about sanji (like the last two were supposed to) this is actually kind of angsty,, um,,, whoopsie

-i have a hc that during wholecake when sanji was with his family he was actually regressin. i dont think he was fully regressed but definitely wasnt fully big the entire time. please tell me you understand what im gettin at here. the amount of stress he must have been dealin with, unfortunately he needed to cope somehow, kind of angsty i know, but sanji fully regressin the second hes safe and with his crew again, and luffy (and the crew) just being there to help him (they didnt leave his side for hours)

-sanji is the straw hats resident baby like i said in a previous ask i believe that him and luffy regress the youngest, both needin the most care and attention out of everyone else in their straw hats agere universe. hes not as clingy as luffy, but will get fussy if someones not with him

-for some reason i am so diggin usopp watchin lil sanji, I DONT KNOW I FEEL LIKE THEYD HAVE A BLAST

i feel like usopp would be tryin SOOOO hard to helo sanji have a good time considerin usopps not his primary cg

-the girls are the ones who mostly care for sanji when hes little, robin being a little more motherly, and nami bein sweet and spoiling the hell out of him

-sanji called one of the girls “mommy” once and got SO embarrassed. locked himself in the kitchen stress bakin until the one he gave the title too came and talked to him

-once JUST ONCE he called zeff when he was really little and was genuinely tryin his hardest to act big when he was talkin to zeff. i cant imagine how he would react exactly, or if he woukd even understand what was happenin or what agere even was, but he raised this boy he can tell when somethins up. imagine franky, or robin, brook or someone findin him and having to slowwwlllyyy take it away from him and apologize to zeff so he can get back to his job

OKAY IM DONE BECAUSE IM TIRED RAAAH I HOOE YOUR HAVING A GOOD DAY sorry i think this is really difficult from my normal asks/rambles sanji is more personal to me than anyone else on the crew so i think about his highs and lows a lot more than anyone else in the crew! im sorry if its a bit to angsty ☹️

(also sorry i want to drop this,, inosuke agere? real? him regressing and hes just like a nonverbal baby boar. very very energetic kiddo)

(ive also been slightly fixated on ‘metal family’ recently as well. mom the hyperfixations are fightin)

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Hi hi! Good to see ya :D please ignore how long it took me to respond, this has been such a busy week for me and my mental health has been a roller coaster. Ooh I get the stress before tests, praying to Jesus for you that all goes well <3 Make sure to study a little, take breaks, and get a good night sleep before and I bet you will do just great! :D

Okay onto headcanons now~

~Sanji kind of teetering between headspaces is so real. Not feeling safe enough to fully regress but also his brain pushing him to be small because he’s upset and usually being small means getting comfort. He would probably crash and burn for days after once it finally hits him that he’s safe. Practically drunk of off familiarity of his crew.

While I am kind of aware of whole cake I’m not up that point in the anime, if I was I would give you a better comment, but alas :<

~The resident baby prince. Ahhh I love him so much. First thing I thought of is Sanji being sat in the corner with a blanket and some toys content to play by himself, but the moment whoever is watching over him leaves it’s instantly tears and crying. Object permanence who? If the baby can’t see his crew they therefor must have disappeared and left him and he is going to be sad about it forever. Never to be consoled agai- oh wait never mind they’re back now. All is right with the world.

~Usopp watching over anyone would have a blast. Let’s be honest- it’s Usopp. Something about him just screams caregiver coded.

~Okay but Sanji calling Robin “mama” promptly realizing what he’s said because Robin is so shocked she’s not responding, he’s not about to stick around and find out what she thinks of the accidental nickname, and going to stress bake for hours <- the best idea ever. It makes me so happy. Bdbjbcjdnjdnsj (Like I haven’t said this a hundred times before, I’m soft for mama Robin can you tell :3 )

~I’ll raise you one. Calling up Zeff but it keeps happening when Sanji is looking after regressors. The phrase “I’m telling!” gives Sanji a near heart attack. The ex pirate has gotten used to getting calls from little straw-hats, so imagine his shock when it’s Sanji regressed and calling.

These weren’t too different I would say. Besides I absolutely adore angst just as much as I love fluff. Like let the baby’s suffer a bit >:3

(Very real. The most real actually. Inosuke never got to experience a normal childhood. Let. Him. Cope. 👏)

“mom the hyperfixations are fightin”

😭😂 love that

I’ve never heard if metal family before. I do however understand the fight between hyperfixations. (Looks towards the 5,000+ word Genshin Impact fic I’ve been writing and essentially ignoring all my other current projects for) It’s tough being in multiple fandoms, the struggle is real my friend

[gentle2angel]

Trey Clover x Fem!Baker!Reader

Summary : You opened a small bakery downtown not long ago and a certain green haired student heard highly of your small business. He comes to visit just to make sure if it wouldn't threaten is family business..

!! Warning.s :: None

ˏˋ•╰┈➤ ᴘᴀʀᴛ 1 ,

Time flew by as it was already lunchtime for the students at Night Raven College. Two young men made their way to a closed space outside. Usually, they both eat at the cafeteria with the rest of their friends, but Trey wanted to study an upcoming exam and Cater could always use some help with his homework's.

As Trey was explaining something to Cater, the ginger suddenly sighed loudly. " You lost me Trey, I don't understand a single thing of what you said.. ". Trey looked at his friend dumbfounded. Cater changed position into a more relaxed one and pulled his cellphone out. He took a photo of the green head man who had a disappointed expression on his face. " And click! ' Boring study session with the school drunk Trey! '. ". He giggled to himself while reading his caption out loud. Though, Trey wasn't pleased with Cater's description of him. " That was really unnecessary. ". The teenager didn't seem to care about his friend words, he just suddenly gasped had what was on his screen.

As the phone was almost smashed into the young bakers face, Cater excitedly started rambling. " OMG, I cant believe I forgot to tell you about this! A new bakery opened in downtown not long ago and I tried some of their sweets. " Trey finally had a better view of the photo and saw a really well decorated café with many cute pastry's. " They were ON TOP and the service was amazing. Btw, the bakery is so pretty, literally couldn't stop myself from taking pictures! ". He couldn't disagree, the bakery was actually really fascinating and he couldn't doubt his friend on his statement of the food quality.

Trey decided that after school, he would go and take a look at it. Caters review made him intricated in this new bakery. Was it that much of a deal? Maybe after all, his family business would get some competition.

The last class of the day came to an end and the green haired man started to make his way downtown. He didn't have time to go to his dorm and get changed, because if he did, the shop would already be closed. He couldn't risk it, as he didn't want to visited in the morning knowing how much of a rush it usually is.

... - ... - ... - ... - ... - ... -

The sun was settling down and soon, you'll have to close the shop. You sighed in relief as your day is close to come to an end. You still needed to do some cleaning tasks, but it's nothing too tiring.

Focused on cleaning the counters, you almost didn't hear the front bell ring. The melody made you lift your head up only to be meet with a tall figure. A green haired man, maybe 1 or 2 years older than you, walked towards you. Standing behind the front desk, almost frozen, you had the time to analyze the stranger. You assumed he rushed here since he was still in his school uniform.

You finally looked up to take a look at the upper level of his body and saw his beautiful face features. Your cheeks began to rose up as you realized how attractive the young man was. You couldn't take your eyes away from his, well until you finally came back on earth. He was standing in front of the desk, finally looking around. " H-Hi, what could I do for you today Sir? ". You felt so embarrassed because not only did you stand there like a pole, you also didn't greet him when he entered and now you're stuttering..

The tall man attention came back to you and he gave you a faint smile, but you swear he made a small smirk. " Sorry for coming this late, I wanted to see if the rumors are true. " Your heart skipped a beat, people are starting rumors about your bakery? " I-Is that so? May I know what these rumors are about? ". Your voice was still shacky unfortunately. The green haired man chuckled lightly. ". Perhaps they're about how good of a place it is, I also heard that the sweets were quite tasty. " You furrowed your eyebrows. This man talks like he has experience, just what is he trying to do here.

You tried to make a composed expression as you respond to the stranger. " Ohh.. Glad to hear that the rumors aren't bad! ... Well in that case, would you like to try something? ". You gestured to the several pastries further away on the counter. " After all, that's what I came here for. ". He responded with a mocking tone. Yea, something is definitely up. " Let me select you so of my best rated cooking ".

As you selected some of your sweets, you took a quick glance at the boy. He may be handsome but he sure is acting like a bitch. Who does he think he is, acting like is all above, mocking me and all ARGH. Your mind continued to drift off in the insults until you place the plate full of pastries, almost violently, in front of the boy.

Not a second after your action, he bents down close to the plate and , analyze it, well kind of? This time, he really catch you off guards.. " Um.. Is something wrong ehh.. ". He didn't even let you finish your sentence. " Trey, my names Trey and no, everything's alright. ". He said so as he came back to his previous position. He took his plate and stormed off to one of your tables. He's so weird..

You gave Trey some time to eat his selected meal and continued to clean the café. You watched over where he was and couldnt stop to wonder why was he acting this way towards you. As you cleaned a spatula, you decided to go and serve him.

" Would you like anything else Mister Trey? ". You literally forced a smile just so no suspicions was drawn towards you. As he took the last bite of the single sweet, he looked up to you. " I'm fine.. ". He took a moment before asking something. " Your pastries are.. really enjoyable, I've never ate something like this. Could you please tell me who's the owner? ". He looked like he wanted to say something else other than enjoyable, that bastard doesn't want admit that your cooking is good. " I'm the owner, Y/N L/N. Why you wanna know? ". Your polite façade was starting to fate slowly. " Because I wanna know the name of my competitor. ".

" Excuse me? ". He relaxed on his chair. " That's right, I'm a baker myself and is a part of my family's business. I wanted to make sure that your small business wasn't threating mine but guess my plans took a turn. ". You balled your fists. " I prefer not being involved in this stupid one sided competition of yours, Trey. ". You empathized the last word. He stands up from his seat. " And why is that? Is Lady Y/N scared to loose? ". He shifted his aura to a psychotic one, almost. Now, you've had enough, this man needs to be put back in is place! " Pardon?! Ill take your customers and make them mine, you insolent! ".

" Oh really, I think its gonna be the other way around, be careful with your words young lady or youll end up sulking over them. ". He brushed your shoulder as he walked towards the entry. " Prepare for your downfall. Well then, see you soon Y/N. ". He empathized his last word and walked out the door, living you fuming in the middle of your bakery. Oh boy, he fell on your bad side and there's no turning back now. This is war.

ANGEL : The ending is really rushed, sorry in advance. I know there wasn't much interactions who gave away the attraction but believe me, there's gonna be more in the next part. I already have something planned for the ending and I believe this is gonna be 3 or 4 parts in total! Ill maybe even make a sequel haha! Anyhoo, see ya in the next part!!

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okay okay hear me out plz!! wanda variant (princess) and wanda overhears her daddy slut shaming/talking about reader and it makes her angry. she drags them bck to her room and legit uses reader as an outlet and fucks r sensless wanting to prove your hers and nobody elses and at the end she explains to them why she did it and we half see a soft side to her at the end! (r lets wanda use them as outlet and gets edged etc sm) 😭

“How dare you whore yourself out and bring shame on our line of royalty! Does our status mean nothing to you?! I cant believe Wanda is pursuing something with someone as fifthly as you! Shame on you you sick bastard!” Your princess’s father rained down insults on you as you just stood there with your head hung low.

You never meant to cause a scene. You had simply tripped over something mindlessly placed on the floor in the castle’s bakery and accidentally landed in the arms of another higher paid servant. Of course Wanda’s brother just so happened to pass the commotion and tattle to the King. In the corner of you eyes you saw his hand raise and your breath hitched waiting for the connection to your cheek but it never came.

Instead you saw a sparkle of scarlet red and heard a low growl. “No one touches my toy. Not now not ever. They’re mine to play with, they’re mine to break and they’re mine to own. Keep your hands off” Wanda barked out and the King sighed at the reprimand his daughter gave him. “Fine, you deal with your whore” he grumbled and walked off, his men following behind aggressively.

“You hear that dumb mutt? You’re mine. Pietro told me what he saw. My precious pup would never even think about another woman would they?” She hummed and ran a thumb over your lips initiating a silent request. Without hesitance, you sucked on her thumb almost whining when she pressed down on your tongue. “Gentle” she gave you a pointed look and you slowed yourself down a little bit.

“I want you on your knees by the bed. I’ll be there soon” she pulled her thumb back and you had to stop yourself from chasing after it. You scampered to Wanda’s room and sauntered over to her queen sized bed, kneeling gently on the wolf-furred rug by the foot of the bed. You didn’t know how long had passed or if Wanda had forgotten but the slight click of the lock on her door had you snapping your head up. “Hi my love” she whispered softly as she took in your submissive state.

You looked at her to gauge her reaction scheming if it was a test but she just nodded giving you the okay to speak “Hi my Wanda” you whispered in the quiet of the moonlight peeking through her window. Her eyes were probably the softest they’ve ever looked and you were slightly thrown off with confusion. “Are you okay my princess?” You put your weight on your heels and watched as she set a few things down on her dresser. You tried not to let your eyes wander towards the objects but when your princess held them in the moonlight the glimmer caught your attention.

“Eyes up darling” she reprimanded softly and your eyes lingered a little more before shifting to an almost shy Wanda. She walked closer until she was looking directly down at you. “I had it custom made” she brought the collar out into view and your breath hitched. ‘Wanda’s property’ was sown delicately in emerald embroidery onto a deep red collar and leash get up. Your eyes filled with tears as she knelt down and clipped it in place holding your face gently in her hands. “Don’t forget your place my sweet pup. Forever and always mine. I don’t care what anyone else says. I don’t ever want to be away from you for more than a mere blink. You’re all mine” she chided softly and kissed you with certainty that you almost stumbled back. You were hers.

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Lucifer (hazbin hotel) fanfic- in love..not again...- no…not him again…

7 years later

                                       present

Luna P.O.V

I roll over in the bed and slowly open my eyes noticing that my partner is not in it. getting up I start to get dressed i grab clothes from the closet and get in the shower. after I was done I opened the door to see my partner in the room again.

"why good Morning to you too," I say walking out into the room in the towel.

I open the drawer get my red underwear and bra put them on drop the towel grab my white low floral skirt and red crop top and put in my black boots.

"Morning, my dear," Alastor says

"What? no hey, my pet or something like normal?" I say turning my head and looking at him. he's normally a lot more... well more. something's off.

"no not right now, hun," he says walking to me and putting his hand on my arm that I cover with my long gloves looking down sadly at it. I look away sighing

"It's not that bad."

"you always say that. let me see."

"al-"

" Let.me.see" he wasn't asking. That is an order. I pull the sleeve off and he licks it making me wince trying to pull away from him. I hate when he touches me it's never sweet or innocent.

he glares up at me pulling me closer and hurting me in the process.

"done do that you understand me," he says sternly pulling me closer so he can whisper in my ear

"done make me have to remind you who I am"

I start to shake from the memory. and instantly I obey him nodding my head and doing whatever he wants he touches me and I stand there like a doll letting him. he instantly flips a switch and just like that the make is on. I back away from him before he can say anything.

"It's fine," I say pulling away from him

"Are you sure, my dear I'm-"

"Don't." I cut him off knowing what he was going to say. it's always the same thing I don't want to hear it.

"just don't. it's fine really."

he sighs nodding his head as we exit our room. my long brown floor leaned hair cuts off right off my ankle i had it down today with a little bit of a curl in it. As I walk down the long hallway I start to go into my head. I and Alastor have been together for 2 years now the first day I met him well let's just say when we first met it was a wolf in sheep's clothing. it was great at first but after I told him about something in my past it took a dark turn. he's nothing but a self-centered, sadistic, cruel, psychopathic, monster. my love for him faded over the time he made his love and tendencies in a sweet caring mask. Sometimes I forget he is a monster i like those days a lot better.

As I made my way to the entrance of the hotel I saw everyone rushing around cleaning and putting up decorations and everything about 20 minutes later everything was done I walked down the stairs about to ask Charlie what was going on until she opened the door and I freeze as I reach the bottom of the stairs.

"CHARLIE!!" he says happily and my eyes widen and everything around me disappears.

no...no it cant be...

he walks in further.

this isn't happening

no.. not him again...

"oh hewwo. KeeKee" he says petting the cat

"razzle, dazzle," says hello to the twin daemons in the process of also threatening they better be watching over Charlie he walks further in not noticing me yet.

he looks around the place sees the bar and asks what is that

Al- "Just some of the renovations we had done, add a bit of color, don't you think?"

Alastor knew. I know he did he can smell him on me the day we met. he doesn't like it. at all.

I look between them he can smell me on him too. not good.

"And you are?"

he asks him suspiciously

"Alastor! a pleasure to meet you, sir, quite a pleasure"

no, it wasn't

"It's nice to finally put a face to the name. you are much shorter in real life"

he says and I can't believe he said that to him but then again this is al after all.

"Who is this? Are you the bellhop?"

"no, I am the host of the hotel. you might have heard of me from my radio broadcast."

scare tactic.

"hmm? nope! guess that's why Charlie called it the 'hazbin' hotel! hahaha"

"ha ha ha it was my idea"

"haha well. it not very clever."

"haha fuck you."

they get in each other's faces glaring at each other if it weren't for Charlie I don't know what would have happened. She goes on to continue showing him around alastor goes in every so often to try and get on his nerves and then he asks her to show him her other friends. first going to Vaggie saying she was her girlfriend. he was surprised, to say the least after that she introduced him to Sir Pensticous and Angel Dust after them was Husk and Niffty she ran up to him acting odd as usual. then she does the one thing I was dreading turns to me and makes him notice me

no... don't Charlie... please.

"oh! And of course, you know this one come to say hi"

she grabs my hand and pushes me right into his chest and I look into his eyes

those eyes. everything fades and just like that it's just us.

we stared at each other for what felt like forever until I backed away blushing a little bit.

"Hello, its good to see you, your majesty.."

he grabs my hand and kisses it making my words die

"It's good to see you too again Luna and what did I say about that ?"

I smile a little bit looking away a bit

"It's good to see you…..

Lucifer”

he smiles and walks away not before brushing my hand as he walks

oh lord what have I just walked into

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murder she wrote

summary: weekly bestie time together

WC: 475

warnings: none

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG -The Byers Harrington Story-

just a small simple one, little robin and bestie time

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March 17, 1985

“And then Kelly Peterson grabbed Martha May by her ponytail, threw her down, and went to town with her hands.”

“No way! You’re making this up.” Your jaw dropped out at the gossip Robin was throwing your way.

She quickly sat up, hands flapping in the air, “no, I’m one hundred percent serious. I saw the whole thing with my own eyes! I promise when we go to school tomorrow, Martha May is gonna have one black eye, Kelly really went in on her. And along with Martha, Kelly Peterson is gonna have a few claw marks, a bandage possibly covering them.”

“The one day I don’t see you at practice, this shit goes down.” You grumbled before focusing back on the screen.

You were watching as Jessica Fletcher snuck her way into a crime scene, but before you could watch as she searched for clues, Robin turned your attention to her again.

“Yes, Robin?” A sickly sweet tone.

Her hands were clasped under her chin, “you got- got any gossip you wanna share?”

“Umm, not really.” You were playing coy, you knew what she wanted to hear, but you wanted to see how long it would take.

“Cool. Cool, yeah that’s- no biggie.” And that’s when you started a mental timer.

One California

Two California

Three California

Four-

“So how’s it going with you and Steve? Any new updates?”

You kept the smirk on your lips small, “ah, yeah. Things are going great between me and Steve. Just hit three months together.” A ginormous grin appeared on your face.

Robin pulled a disgusted look upon her face, a simple joke of hers, “aww, well I’m really happy for you. Still can’t believe you got the guy- not that I mean that in a bad way, just thought he was still into Wheeler- which also I- what I mean is that I’m really happy for you and glad that he makes you happy.” And she fully threw her hands over her mouth to stop any incoming rambles.

You gave her a few quick pats on her shoulder, showing your understanding of her words, and took no harm from them.

The TV soon cut to a commercial, you were a bit lost on what was happening in the episode since you weren’t paying attention, but it wasn’t too hard to catch up on. Although this new commercial caught your full attention, a flashy and colorful ad about the new Star Court mall that was a little way out of the main town. Talks of the stores looking for hardworking employees, from the department stores to the food court.

“Robin…” Head-turning in her direction.

She must have had the same idea as you, seeing that she was already facing you, “you thinking what I’m thinking?”

You nodded your head, “wanna work at Star Court?”

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solo trip, part four

part one, part two, part three idol bang chan x gn!reader words: 3.9k warnings: none really. some angst, sweet ending summary: strangers to friends to more than friends. reader finds out their partner cheated on them while traveling alone, chan helps them forget. note: wow i really took a month to write this...should i keep going? i still cannot thank everyone enough for reading this series, love u all so much thank u for bearing with me <3 please look forward to the next series i have planned, and of course requests are open if anyone has ideas for me! thank u thank u

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after chan had left, leaving you with a kiss to your hand, you were left alone in your hotel room wishing the moment had lasted longer. you wished you could see his face for just one more second. each detail was seared into your brain, but you replayed every second as you got ready to sleep so the memories wouldn't fade.  his beautiful smile was the one thing you kept imagining. the effects of the alcohol had worn off by that point, but you still felt like your head was spinning from his smile alone.

you thought of the moment he held you when you cried into him. after all the stress and exhaustion, the memory was a bit hazy in your mind, but you couldn't forget how warm he felt, and how safe he made you feel. so many things happened at the club in such a short amount of time, it was hard to recall everything.

another day was over, and again you were in your hotel with your mind buzzing. you wanted to turn your phone off, to not be reminded of a certain other person that may bother you, but you wanted to text chan. there were so many thoughts in your head, most of which about how you just admitted to yourself that you wanted more than just friendship with him. you questioned yourself, am i crazy? we just met, is it okay to feel this way? should i tell him now? how should i tell him? should i just do it?

another day was over, meaning there would only be one full day left before you would be leaving to return home. every time your heart fluttered at the thought of holding chan’s hand, or resting your head on his shoulder, or his arm sneaking around your waist, you had to remind yourself that once you left, it would all be long distance, and you wouldn’t be able to experience any of that again for a long time. you questioned if even going for it with him was worth it.

in your bed, in the dark of the hotel room, you buried your face in your pillow. you weren’t really sad, but you wanted to cry again. you had no idea how this would work. obviously it didn’t work with your ex when the moment you were apart from them they cheated on you. chan is a man you just met, you cant give him your full trust just yet. but still, after everything that’s happened between you, you felt like you already have.

you wanted to scream. this didn’t feel fair. how could the nicest man you’ve ever met be presented in front of you at the worst possible moment? this was exactly why you never believed in fate, it was always painfully unfair, and now you were falling victim to it too.

chan felt the same way.

as he snuck back into his dorm, thankfully, it was dark enough that he could slip away into his room quietly without his nosy members asking him why he was dressed so nice at this time of night. from behind a closed door he could hear his other dorm mates yelling over each other, presumably playing some video game by jisung’s influence (a distraction he had come up with so they wouldn’t hear chan coming back). he lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling for a while. jisung’s warning to him was true. all of this was impossible, but he wanted it to work so badly. 

in the short time he had known you, his feelings for you only grew the more he interacted with you and the more he spent time with you. he cared about you, whether that be as a friend or something more. it was his decision to go with you to the club, even though he knew you were leaving. he made the conscious choice of getting closer to you despite that fact. he knew that in two more days, or one day now, you’d be gone. he had never considered anything long distance before, but maybe for you he would. the thought that you might leave his life forever, or even just be out of his reach, made his insides twist into a knot.

the newly made memories of you happily dancing in front of him, tripping and falling into him, the way you felt in his arms when he held you, your flushed cheeks when he left your hotel, every moment with you, it all flew around in his head. 

he reached for his phone, staring at the tiny keyboard. he could just admit all his feelings to you right now, while everything was fresh in his mind. he typed it out multiple times but ultimately deleted it all, settling for something much simpler.

chan: im home now, i hope youre asleep! 

chan: i had such a good time tonight <3

by that point, you were already asleep. you had fallen asleep with your phone in your hand, your confession to chan left unfinished in the notes of your phone.

chan stayed up late, unable to sleep as it usually was for him. he sat at his desk in his room, working endlessly at his laptop. even though he was going to be busy the entirety of the next day, he was still staying up late, pouring out his heart and frustrations into his music. eventually, he fell asleep in his chair, thinking of how he would see you the next day and how he was going to tell you how he felt. it had to be tomorrow.

—

in the morning, you were awoken by the buzzing of your phone in your hand. for a moment you thought it may be a phone call, but it was just a mass of texts from your friends. you noticed some from the previous night asking where you had gone, and the few from chan that you were excited to open, but the most recent texts from one of your friends stood out more than any of the others. as you read the texts, you thought you might still be dreaming, as none of the words really made sense.

☆: what did your guy say his name was?

☆: chan right?

☆: i thought he seemed familiar in that selfie but i didnt say anything…and last night too

☆: isnt this him?

☆: https://youtu.be/4B0dR0aYMt8

☆: thats him right? 

☆: did he tell you?

you opened the link hesitantly. it was a video of a livestream, posted to a channel called “stray kids”. you felt like all your insides dropped out of your body as you watched in a mix of shock and awe. it was chan, sat in front of a camera, talking happily to his live audience. the video was old, from a few months ago. not even 12 hours ago, this same person was in your hotel room, and now you were watching him on your phone with thousands of people adoring him in the comments. you scrolled through their channel, clicking on various videos to prove this was real. that single video led you to a rabbit hole of finding content with chan in it, from his group’s music, to their live performances, to their variety show appearances. you tried to make sense of it all, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t. the person you had finally admitted to having feelings for…was him? chan was a celebrity, and a very well known one at that.

but to you, he was just chan. 

this couldn't be happening. no way.

no wonder he had been wearing a mask that whole time. if one of their fans had seen you out with him, he would’ve gotten in trouble. and he had gone all the way to a nightclub with you? he put his job on the line…to hang out with you? he even walked with you to your hotel, you were even holding his hand. you never would've guessed he was famous from how kind he was, even from your first encounter when he saw you under the bridge. since when do famous people help random strangers crying alone in public?

"oh my god." you exclaimed out loud. the realization of the severity of this situation was hitting you harder than realizing you had feelings for someone you had only known for 2 days.

by this point you were fully sitting up, crouched over your phone with your legs crossed.

you: yes thats him

you: no he didnt tell me

your friend responded immediately

☆: this is crazy…hes like

☆: super famous

☆: are you okay?

☆: i won’t tell anyone okay? you seem to really like him and i want this to work for you

☆: after everything that happened, yk?

you read the messages over and over again. you were still stunned that this was real.

you wanted this to work too. anybody else probably would’ve been over the moon that a korean celebrity was talking to them in private, but you felt strange. why didn’t he tell you this before? the answer was pretty obvious, but you still wanted to hear it from him. you had told him everything about your life on that first night you met, but the more you thought about it, you really didn’t know that much about him, even after watching all that content with him in it. when you first met, he had kept quiet about his own life as you talked about yours. you told yourself you didn’t want to pry, but now you had to know. you didn’t want to learn about him through the internet. you really liked him, so maybe it was time you learned more about each other for real. you felt the motivation stirring inside of you, it wasn’t that serious, but you had to confront him now.

without reading chan's texts, you called him. the phone rang a couple times but went to voicemail. you tried one more time, biting your lip as the line rang. you remember him saying he was going to be busy all day, but a phone call or two wouldn’t get him in trouble, right?

chan was in the middle of practicing new choreography with his members when his phone buzzed from the couch where it had been thrown. he ignored the buzzing the first time, but when it started to ring a second time, he happened to be at a pause and was able to check who was calling. seeing that it was you, he smiled to himself. he opened your text conversation to tell you that he would call you later, but his smile quickly faded seeing your message that immediately followed the missed call.

you: can we talk?

chan: i cant call rn, is everything okay?

you: i mean in person

you: when can i see you?

chan found your tone strange, and the way you avoided his question was even more strange. your texts seemed urgent, but he couldn’t tell if you were upset or not. something was definitely going on, but he couldn’t pinpoint what. he wished he could call you, but he couldn’t. obviously not in front of his entire group. he couldn’t really slip into the hallway to call you either, as company staff would be within earshot. his eyebrows furrowed as he typed his response.

chan: tonight. is that okay?

chan: ill be done around 10pm

you: thats fine

you: lets meet up at the bridge, where we met before

you: ill see you then

chan started typing to ask again if you were okay, but the sound of everyone getting back up forced him to put his phone away. when he stood, he felt a nudge to his arm. he turned to make eye contact with jisung, who had seen chan typing in deep concentration. his younger member didn’t need to say anything, chan knew by the look in his eyes that he was asking what was going on. jisung was the only one out of his 7 group mates that knew about you, so of course he would know when he was texting you as well.

chan waved a hand to dismiss him with a quiet “it’s fine”, moving to find his position for the next choreography. jisung once again didn’t believe him but what could he say at that moment.

deep inside his chest, chan felt a weight sinking through him. he didn’t know what to expect, but all he could do was feel immense dread for fear of something he couldn’t predict. 

—

your entire friend group was still quite hungover from the previous night, so there was nothing planned for you to do. even you still felt the remnants of a headache lingering above your eyebrows. it was your final full day in korea, and you wished chan wasn’t busy so you could see him sooner.

as the hours progressed, both you and chan went through the day with anxiety boiling at the pits of your stomach. chan was able to distract himself with his busy schedule of practicing choreography, making music, or meetings with his company. unlike him, your day wasn’t so busy. you tried to keep yourself occupied by going out on your own, looking for clothing shops or cafes to mull around in, but the time couldn’t pass any faster. you ended up spending most of your afternoon packing to leave the next day.

despite everything, you were on each others mind.

one question kept tapping at the back of your brain. what if this ruins everything? the unknown of telling chan that you knew about his idol status was like a weight pressing down on your entire body that only grew as it got closer to your meetup time. but you couldn’t run away, you had to face it head on.

when the sun had set, and it was nearly 10pm, you both began your walk to the bridge by the urban stream. you tried to remember the route you had taken that night when you ran out in a hurry. you weren’t really paying attention to where you were going back then, so finding the way now was a complete guess. it felt a little strange to walk back willingly, taking better note of the path and your surroundings so maybe you could come back here someday. When the bench you and chan had sat and talked for hours a few nights ago appeared in front of you, you couldn’t describe the exact emotion that washed over you. it didn’t really hit you that you were leaving tomorrow until you were standing in the same spot as before. the same spot that started all of this. you held the railing lightly as you peered down into the shallow water. the feeling was somewhere in between happy and sad that pulled deeply on your heart. was it melancholy?

chan felt it too.

when he was finally free from his schedule, he quickly slipped away as everyone was planning dinner, giving the excuse that he was going to go work in his studio, and that he wasn’t hungry. he knew that was going to raise some suspicion from everyone but there was no other way. he skipped going back to his dorm to change clothes and rushed straight to you. it wasn’t too hard to find that spot. that night he was out for a walk and only took a different route than he usually would. he could still picture everything perfectly in his mind, and where you were standing that day. seeing you come into his view, he noticed you were in the same spot and a small tear formed in his eye at the reminder that this was your last night together. this was it.

“y/n!” chan called out to you, and you turned your head at your own name. 

you turned to face him and he stopped right in front of you. you looked right up into his eyes, glaring through them. they were still soft and beautiful, the city lights around you twinkling in them. you felt like you were reliving a memory instead of creating a new one. you had never felt such strong deja vu in your entire life.

“y/n what’s going on? i was so worried-”

“why didn’t you tell me?” you blurted, cutting him off.

“what? what do you mean?”

you paused, carefully choosing your next sentence. still, you couldn’t put much thought into your words for fear that you would overthink everything.

“why didn’t you tell me, bang chan?” 

chan’s eyes widened upon hearing his full name, his stage name. suddenly he realized exactly what you meant, and why you brought him here. he only told you his first name. you knowing his full name meant you figured out who he was. your eyes pleaded with his. he could tell you weren’t angry with him, but the serious look on your face as your gaze pierced through him was like a sharp slap to the face. he felt his whole world crumble, and everything he had been building up for the past two days shattering in front of him.

“you figured it out.” he turned away from you, exhaling a deep sigh as he leaned on the railing next to you, staring somewhere in the distance. 

“why didn’t you tell me sooner?” your voice was firm.

he didn’t know how to respond, how to explain himself. he didn’t want to. this is exactly what he didn’t want to happen. he just wanted things between you to be…simple.

“chan, i told you everything about me. we talked for hours that night and i told you my entire life story.”

chan’s lack of a response prompted you to keep going. you weren’t angry, but the more you rambled, the more your voice raised, and the more frantic your words became. 

“you saw me crying, you saw me drunk…you risked your job…your reputation to hang out with me… at a nightclub? and you didn’t tell me? if i had known, i wouldn’t have even suggested any of that. chan, what if you got in trouble-”

“i was scared of losing you!” chan blurted, a sudden rush of emotions taking control of him. he was now facing you again.

“...what?” you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.

there was a long moment of silence between you as chan searched for the words. 

“i was scared of losing you.” he repeated, eyes down at his shoes. “i just…wanted something normal for once. everything in my life is so…crazy and hectic. it’s hard to talk to people because everyone just sees me as bang chan from stray kids now. not as just…chan. but with you, i-”

he lifted his head, making eye contact with you. you felt your heart beating faster in your chest. you had no idea where this conversation was going.

“with you, i finally feel like i have something real. i didn’t tell you because i didn’t want anything to change.”

“chan, i-”

“i’m sorry for not telling you, y/n. if i hurt you, i… i’m so sorry. i understand if you can’t forgive me.” he now sounded more frantic than you. "what we have is really important to me."

“chan, it’s okay, i’m not hurt,” your gaze softened. hearing him on the verge of falling apart, you felt terrible for being even remotely upset at him. you grabbed his hand with both of yours. “i promise, nothing will change, okay? all i want is honesty. i want to know the real chan. and even without knowing you’re an idol, these past few days, i still felt like i was with the real you. what we have… it is real.”

you finally smiled at him to reassure him that you weren’t angry. 

“you’re not going to lose me, chan. never in a million years”

for you, somehow you felt like you were admitting something to him, beating around the bush of actually just telling him you liked him. a weird tension was suddenly building up between you as you shared another silent moment just staring at each other as you held his hands in yours. it was almost as if your hearts were talking, confessing everything to each other. you didn’t need to hear it from him to feel like maybe he felt the same way.

without saying a word, chan suddenly pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close to him. seeing you smile again, he couldn’t control himself, his heart making decisions for him. he couldn’t describe how relieved he was that you weren’t actually upset with him. he buried his face in your shoulder, and you were now the one to comfort him, stroking the back of his hair. you could tell he needed this. and so did you. this moment was a mirror of the previous night, but it somehow felt different. you felt closer, more connected. 

there was nothing holding him back anymore.

something about the way you said that single sentence made chan want to melt. now was the time, all of his emotions were about to explode out of him, it was almost painful to not tell you that final truth.

“thank you, y/n. thank you.” chan spoke quietly into your shoulder.

when he reluctantly pulled back from you, you could see his eyes wet with tears and you reached up to wipe them.

“oh, chan… don’t cry, i’ll cry!” 

he laughed sadly, pulling you back into his arms so you wouldn’t see him cry. “why do you have to leave… can’t you just stay?”

“i can’t… i want to, but i can’t.”

chan took a deep breath before speaking his next question.

“then can you at least say you’ll be mine?”

you stopped breathing for a moment. you wanted to pull away to look at him but he was holding you in place. he couldn’t bear to look at you for fear of a negative response.

“what?”

“y/n,” he started. “i know we just met, and i know you leave tomorrow. but i really like you. i thought we could just be friends, but the feelings i have for you… it’s more than that. i don’t care what my company says, or what anyone says. what we have… i can’t let that go. i’ll make it work, no matter what it takes.”

you were completely speechless. all you could do was hold him tighter. your heart was beating hard enough that chan could probably feel it where your body was pressed to his.

there was a long silence, then finally you were able to step back enough to look up into chan’s eyes. in that moment, it was just you and him. for the first time that night, you really noticed he wasn’t wearing his mask, proving he once again risked everything for you. you also noticed how close your faces were, and how you could definitely kiss him right now. you didn’t know it, but he was thinking that too.

you lifted a hand to rest on his cheek, and he leaned into your touch.

“yes, chan, i’m yours.”

his lips turned upward into a beautiful smile, and you couldn’t help but smile too.

“but before i leave,  i want to learn more about you. and not from the internet, from you.”

“of course,” he reached for your hand, pulling you towards the nearest bench, and the feeling of deja vu returned. “we have all night, yeah?”