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Producer AU Headcanons

SAJA BOYS & HUNTR/X x Producer! Reader

I am mentally sane and definitely not in a hypothetical padded cell of this hyper fixation - have some headcanons I have and will eventually show more of maybe if people are interested

Will probably eventually expand even more on headcanons I have laying around if not just do drabbles / short scenarios for stuff I want to get out - probably extremely OOC of canon but this is what I picture everyone to be in this AU 😊

CW: relatively gender neutral here, the main series is insinuated fem!reader - just loose headcanons about the characters in this AU and how they interact or feel about you [NOT PROOFREAD]

General

The groups still fight because honestly, it’s hard to shake off that demon hate entirely but now it’s mostly relatively friendly sparring. Mostly.

Sometimes Romance plays with fire a little too closely and ends up getting his ass handed to him by Mira but he’ll say he loves it as she gets angrier, Rumi and Zoey finally having to play mediator and drag the taller girl away before she actually commits a crime against Romance

They all rely on you heavily for comebacks, you’re their favourite producer and they are terrified to try working with anyone else again after the last demos were leaked and they all sounded... horrible (thinking about EXO - Wolf where they tried to make it sound horrible so it wouldn’t be released)

You know their vocal strengths and weaknesses like the back of your hand, able to make them shine in whatever concept they’re aiming for so why wouldn’t they love working with you? Aside from when you get cranky because you didn’t get enough sleep and then it’s hard to talk to you because they don’t want you to start crying or yelling at them. Yeah you’re a bit of a wild card when you’re tired.... which is pretty frequently

The Saja boys often ended up on projects with your co-producer so over time you’d grown accustomed to seeing them in the building, which meant a lot more fleeting conversations between yourself and each boy - it broke the ice and it became easier to work with them over time

Saja boys

Jinu

Loser! (endearing)

He’s just a dork trapped in a hot body and I can’t unsee it, when he’s not in serious leader mode he’s just a goofball that likes to tease and poke fun at his friends or at you.

He tries to play it cool, he really does but he gets nervous and when he fumbles which makes him more nervous so he’ll go from “Hey..” to slipping or tripping over himself to stuttering to apologising and avoiding eye contact for the remainder of time together as he wishes he exploded in a dramatic display.

At first he was all about keeping things professional with you but it was hard to maintain a cool and collected image, when the other boys had stopped keeping up theirs. He steadily gave up and let his actual personality start to shine through when you poked fun at him, accusing him of not doing his best during recording sessions or even when he found himself at your place late at night just talking.

Talking about nothing in particular but everything at the same time and he just, couldn’t stop trying to come over to talk. If it wasn’t a bi weekly thing, it was a weekly thing and then nearly every other night he’d shoot a message asking if you’d want to come over to hang out with the guys (him) or if you wanted company while you worked.

Enjoys just being in your space, watching you work without you knowing (non creepy) and just the serenity of it. Kinda likes seeing when you get frustrated over a project and will try to help out by humming out the tune with you so you could hear it in a different key and if that doesn’t work, he rips you from your chair and says “Yup, break time.” and forces you to take a break by making you go out on a walk with him, a midnight food run, go to hang out with the chaos that is his boys, anything to get you to reset and refresh yourself.

Whenever he works on a project with you or stops by to hang out, he makes sure to grab you a couple of your favourite drinks and snacks to help get you through whatever grind you were locked in on and he’d sit back listening to you hum or record your demos and close his eyes to really hear you.. it was just pleasant and a highlight to his day when he could hear you sing.

Abs / Abby

I think he gets characterised as a meat head a lot but I think there’s more under the abs and muscles, seems like a big sweetie that struggles with being gentle sometimes.

During recording sessions it’s gotten to a point where you have to smack him and Mystery upside the head to stop roughhousing in the studio - the equipment is expensive and you are NOT paying for replacements.

He doesn’t exactly understand music on a technical level, completely going off of ‘vibes’ or whatever he thinks it is but he’s able to fix his mistakes with a few pointers and that’s it - probably one of the easiest out of the bunch to correct and he never takes offense to corrections.

He’s eager to work oddly enough? Likes to get things done and if he can help you with whatever projects you’re working on the side - hell yeah! he’ll show his dance moves if you want to see if a track is dance-worthy, he’ll provide backing vocals if you need a deeper voice on tracks and he’s happy to go buy you snacks too - just kinda a golden retriever with really nice muscles and a pretty smile.

You catch him looking at you when he thinks he’s being subtle but it’s never anything that really throws you off, he just seems intrigued by what you do - often asks questions about things about the hardware or software you’re using and when you’re in your personal studio you let him try and make a track himself, just a simple half minute track with samples you’ve already made and he’s so gentle with your equipment, worried he may not know how to handle the gear without breaking something but with your reassurance and guidance he makes a sample that he’s happy with and even goes to brag about it to the other guys.

Mystery

He’s quiet, holds himself surprisingly well as an idol aside from when he gets a little.. nippy - very prone to biting the other boys but he’s a softie towards you, the Huntrix girlies too even as they’re able to reel him in and make him stop trying to bite at fans.

He’s hard on himself - beats himself up a little more than the others do because sometimes it just doesn’t make sense and he feels dejected when everyone else is able to change things up on the fly without issue - words of encouragement mean something to him and sometimes when you’re really nice, you even pat him on the head or shoulder and he really melts for a second.

You’d gotten used to him being in your space, not in like an overtly invasive way it just seemed that he didn’t particular understand personal space - so used to latching off of his other members for promotional media or rough housing so he didn’t really get why at first you were jumpy when he leant in a little too close or if he leant on your shoulder or leg if it was available. He just kinda enjoys physical touch, not really knowing what it sometimes did to your heart.

He bit you once. 

Yeah, he bit you once. He wasn’t in a particularly good mood and he had a need to bite something, anything, and you had happened to be the closest thing to him because the other guys were at the back of your studio whilst he was seated nearby you. You didn’t notice him when he crawled up to you, too focussed on the song you were mixing to perfection when you felt a sharp sting on your outter thigh and you yelped. Startling everyone in the room and even the culprit who bit you, you stared at him - he stared at you (you think) and then you pointed to the door wordlessly. He got up and walked out of the room in shame, like a scolded puppy.

Romance

Everyone agrees he’s flirty, but I feel like Romance is a bit more of the awkward flirt when you match his energy.

He’s so used to everyone backing off or getting flustered, so if you throw something back at him? He’ll fumble, stammer over his next words as he tries to catch his breath because he was NOT expecting you to match his tone. After that he’s avoiding eye contact, it takes him a couple days before he’s back to teasing you in a flirty way and sending “send nudes?” to you randomly through out the week.

There had been a time where you were left alone with Romance and he had let his guard down, turned off the flirty persona all together and he was a lot more.. approachable? Enjoyable to be around even as you two just made small talk and he wasn’t batting his lashes at you, wasn’t trying to force physical affection onto you and just simply enjoyed your presence for what it was. You had to admit when he was being him and not the flirty idol everyone wanted to see, he was pretty attractive.

He gives theatre kid when he sings, playing things up, somehow too emotive when he sings but he is willing to take feedback and correct himself when he goes too far or if you catch on that he’s straining a note too much because he wants to commit - wants to show he can do it - which leads to you taking him aside and quietly and gently reminding him that his vocal cords need to stay healthy if he wants to continue singing. To continue shining. And he takes that feedback to heart, doing his best to actually go through vocal exercises to warm up his voice and being more mindful of the steps he takes into hitting higher notes or notes just barely out of range until he’s able to comfortably undertake them and when he does hit that note? He’s got a smug smile on his face as he looks at you with the most excited and adoring eyes.

Baby

Ipad kid. I see him as the kind of person that may have a bit of ADHD. something that stemmed from his past life maybe - always on his phone or doing something to divide his attention because going all in on something is harder for him.

He can’t focus if he isn’t doing something - fidgeting, playing a game, evening snacking on something - he just needs some kind of stimuli to lock in and that’s just kinda how he is.

When he talks to you he’s usually flicking his eyes between you and his phone, but he’s listening - able to give full responses to questions you have and has no issues regurgitating the information back to you or whoever is there that doubts he was listening.

He’s got more technical skill in music than the others guys but still a few levels under Jinu, he knows what works for him and isn’t opposed to switching things up if you ask him to but it takes a few tries before he’ll get it. He’s actually assisted in writing bars for you and even critiqued lines you’ve written and fixed songs for you. His flow is a lot more natural than yours and you had to admit, he was good at what he knew.

You’d actually introduced him to a group of underground rappers that yourself and a few producers in your building knew, he hadn’t shown any interest until he showed up to an impromptu session and really enjoyed the cyphers they had to come up with on the fly. The second time he went he had asked if he could record the session and send it over to you - the others were happy for him to do that and you could hear the joy in his voice as he shared a craft with like minded people in the snippet he recorded for you.

Huntr/x 

Rumi

She’s a little hard to talk to sometimes but it’s mostly because she can’t express herself earnestly, she tries but it’d be a lie if you and her hadn’t had misunderstandings here and there because of it.

As much as you love working with her, she loves working with you - absolutely bouncing off the walls when Bobby tells her and the other girls that they’ll be working on you for any project.

Also respectfully - girl failure when she isn’t putting up the perfect idol pretence because of her upbringing from Celine and often makes mistakes when its just the two of you, she feels comfortable enough to not force herself into a mould and has even had a voice crack here and there where you both laugh it off and let her redo the take.

You’d caught her when her voice was going through a rough patch, accidentally walked in when she was having a panic attack in the studio buildings’ bathroom and saw the patterns all over her arms - though you didn’t know what they were and complimented her ‘cool tattoos’ after you had held her in your arms and let her steadily calm down from her panic, after that whenever it had just been you and her she had become more comfortable with revealing her patterns to you. The comfort of you not knowing what they represented and treating her all the same was special to her, more than you’d ever understand.

Mira

She’s blunt, always has been but she likes to compliment you - not anything cheesy and over the top but just how much she appreciates your work and hopes that you’re doing well because even though you’re creating master pieces she’d rather you get rest instead of burning out

A bit rough and doesn’t always take well to criticism but is more likely to hear you out over anyone else, sometimes argues back but will still follow your guidance, gets embarrassed when you smile at her knowingly when you pick up on her following your advice

There had been a time where you got a text at 3am from her, asking if you were available for a call and you picked up only to hear her sniffly and gravelly voice as she just seemed to seek out comfort from your voice.. just something to help take the edge off of a fight she had with her parents over the phone over how embarrassed and disgusted they still were about her idol career. You let her talk before sharing your own insights, how your family felt about things and how often you’d feel insecure about your career path until you would walk down the streets and hear people humming along to a song you released and everything felt worth it again. How the right people could make everything feel worth it again. 

You’d grown closer after that call and she had unknowingly became more attached, always opting to go to you to express her more vulnerable side when she couldn’t bring herself to open up to Zoey or Rumi.

Zoey

She’s so loveable it’s almost painful, often messages you to ask for critique on lyrics she comes up with and if you have time to give her feedback on what she could fix lyric or timing wise.

She respects what you have to say and doesn’t take any negative criticism to heart but occasionally you catch it, the way her eyes lose their shine for a second when you say you weren’t a fan of something she came up with and she shrinks in on herself a little - you try to be careful with how you word it whenever it does happen but sometimes you just talk her through what could change and potential ideas you have; that you still think it was a good idea just maybe could use some polishing and that normally does the trick to get her back to being her bright self.

Sometimes she gets a little overwhelming, so used to her hectic idol schedule that sometimes she forgets that production is a different trainwreck and there’s been a couple times where you’ve had to draw a line and let her know that please do not message you for a day or two while you crunch through the deadline. She understood, apologising and sending a cute little fighting..! audio clip for you to hear and you laugh it off, able to get through your project before reaching out to her and asking about what it was she wanted to share with you - this time it was turtle videos she’d found and another time it’d be seal videos she’d found and rabbit holed. Endearing, truly.

[iamactuallysocute]

I absolutely LOVED your Saja boys x assistant for your writing is honestly amazing 🙏

Sooo I wanted to know if I can ask for another one 🙏

If you don't mind can you do a scenario or story (not actually sure what it's called) for kpop demon hunters, the Saja boys when your secretly dating one of their members like Abby or Romance or baby (you can pick, or do 2 or both of them) and your apart of Huntrix and they find out and their reaction isn't good.

THANK YOU 🤍💜

HUNTR/X FINDING OUT YOU’RE DATING A SAJA BOY

cw: mentions of sex and rewinds of sex so we can technically say nsfw, secret relationships, arguments, cursing—and tell me if I missed something

PLOT: Three hunters? History says four! At least in this universe it sure does, because you’re a member of HUNTR/X, a beautiful sweetheart, the dream girl actually. That’s the exact reason a Saja Boy had interest in you. And that Saja Boy is…

JINU

It started like a joke. Like the dumb kind of thing you whisper to yourself when you’re three drinks deep after a long night of demon slaying, bruised, blood-splattered, and sore in all the wrong places, “Wouldn’t it be so stupid if I let that cocky little shit Jinu kiss me?”

Except you did. And you let him do a lot more than that.

You know damn well this is wrong.

You’re supposed to hate the Saja Boys.

But then there’s Jinu.

Oh, Jinu.

You know better. You do. But you also know how he kissed you the first time, like he was starving for it, like he’d been thinking about it for weeks, that you’ve been driving him crazy.

Every time you sneak off, telling Mira you’ve got to “clear your head”, lying to Zoey about meeting friends, making up some bullshit mission Rumi would definitely sniff out if she wasn’t so busy being ten times the badass you pretend to be, you end up in Jinu’s room. Usually on his lap. Sometimes against a wall. Once in the backseat of a staff car, which, honestly, was way too cramped for the kind of shit he wanted to try. (But did you complain? No. You just bit his shoulder to muffle the sounds.)

You keep saying it’ll be the last time. Every single time, you tell yourself:

This is it. I’m cutting it off. I shouldn’t be doing this. He’s a demon. I’ll kill him when we’re done.

And every single time, you end up under him again, hips rolling, nails dragging down his back while he whispers filth.

You shouldn’t be doing this. Every second with him is a risk. If Zoey finds out? She’ll be furious. If Rumi finds out? You’re dead. If Mira finds out? You might wish you were.

But fuck… it feels good to be wanted like that.

So no. You’re not telling the girls. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Because that boy is a demon, still.

You can see it in the yellow flickers in his eyes when too much happens to his body. The way his voice changes when he’s angry, the shadow under his skin when his temper spikes, like there’s something inside him, snarling.

Because there is. Gwi-Ma.

You hate that freak. You really, truly do.

He’s not always loud, but when he is, you feel so bad for Jinu.

Sometimes, you’ll catch Jinu zoning out—just for a second—and when he blinks back into himself, there’s this… weight. A bitter taste in the air. You know it’s Gwi-Ma.

You’ll be tangled in Jinu’s sheets, your mouth on his throat, your nails digging into his ribs while he gasps, and then suddenly he’ll choke out a laugh. You’ll ask, “What?” thinking you did something good, and he’ll groan, cover his face and mutter, “Ignore him.”

Like??? Fuck off, Gwi-Ma. (He also once called you “delicious,” which Jinu immediately apologized for by dropping to his knees and staying there for a long time. It helped.)

There was also that one time you were straddling Jinu on the couch in his dressing room, and he went real still, eyes distant, and then just groaned, “Shut the fuck up.” into your neck.

But here’s the thing. Gwi-Ma’s always there—always. Jinu can’t shake him, can’t silence him, not completely. And yet… you don’t feel the urge to pull a blade on him. Not like you would with anything else that dark and dangerous.

You should. You know that. Every instinct in your hunter-trained, scar-hardened body should scream put it down before it turns on you.

But you don’t.

Because the truth is? The demon’s a parasite. But Jinu? Jinu’s not the demon. He’s the boy fighting it. Every single day. You see it when his eyes flash for just a second and he has to swallow it down. You see it in the way he looks at you, like he’s scared you’ll see it, too. The rot inside. The crack in the mirror.

But you already do.

And you love him anyway.

No, wait, you didn’t mean to say that. Not even in your own head. But it’s out here now.

You love him.

He hasn’t said it. Not out loud. But you know. You know by the way he touches you when he thinks you’re asleep. Soft fingertips, trailing your spine, memorizing the shape of you. You know by how he always lets you go first when you argue, even if he hates it. By the way he flinches when you joke about your death like it’s just another occupational hazard.

And sometimes? When you least expect it, he says shit that almost counts.

Like, “I’d burn the world down if anything happened to you.”

Or, “I like who I am when I’m around you. I don’t hear him as much when you’re close.”

And maybe that’s what really fucks you up.

You thought you were just in it for the heat. For the adrenaline. For the sex and the secrecy and the thrill of knowing you were doing something very bad with someone very pretty.

But now? You’re in deeper.

Worse, so is he.

You’re full on dating. Dating dating.

You should be enemies.

Instead, you’re in his bed.

Heart beating fast.

Shirt already half-off.

And he’s looking at you like you’re the last light he can still see in the dark.

You don’t trust this.

You don’t trust yourself.

But when he kisses you, slow and scared and wanting, the demon in him quiet for just a second?

You let him have you.

Again.

And again.

And again.

You also like the tiger. Or cat. Or tiger-cat. Whatever. You still don’t even know what to call it.

You remember the first time you saw it, you thought it was some kind of hellbeast and went for your blade, and Jinu was like, “Waitwaitwait, he’s chill.”

And now? You’ll be at Jinu’s place, half-naked, trying to sneak in a post-mission quickie, and suddenly there’s a 600-pound animal flopping on your legs like it’s a house cat.

Like, sir. Please.

Your vibe is adorable but your mass is inconvenient.

It loves to curl around the both of you like some kind of living, purring barrier. It’d be cozy if it didn’t also come with the crushing weight of “You move, you die.”

And then there’s the crow that hates everyone. Except Jinu. And sometimes, very begrudgingly, you. But only if you bring food. Or if you’re crying, which you hate that he knows. The crow is weirdly intelligent like that.

Sometimes he lands on your shoulder and just sits there while you and Jinu are talking. Doesn’t move. Doesn’t squawk. Just watches. It’s unsettling, but Jinu swears it’s a sign of affection. (You’re not totally convinced it’s not reconnaissance.)

Then, you got caught, babe.

Now, you’re wearing a little shirt that barely reaches your navel and a little black thong. You’re barefoot on your balcony, one hand resting on the railing, the other clutching a soda you don’t even really want. Your legs are sore, your back hurts, your lip’s still split from earlier, and the last thing you need is—

“Hey, sweetheart.”

You jolt. Turn.

“What the fuck, Jinu?” you hiss, slamming your soda down and rushing to him. “What are you—how did you even get up here?!”

He’s grinning. Soft, smug, absolutely useless in his very kissable way.

“Teleported.” he says. “Don’t act like you’re not impressed.”

“Jinu. They’re home.”

“And?”

He says it so easy. So breezy. Like your heart isn’t trying to hammer through your ribs. You grab him by the arm and drag him fully onto the balcony, pressing him into the wall so he’s out of sight from the windows. Your face is close to his now, too close.

His eyes flick down your body, lazy but appreciative. “You’re not exactly dressed for company.”

You slap his chest. “Don’t make me push you off this building.”

“Wouldn’t be the worst way to die.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t move away. Your hand’s still on his chest, and he’s warm under your palm. Steady. Calm. Like nothing can touch him, not even the hurricane that’s about to slam into your life when this secret finally gets out.

“You’re insane for coming here.” you murmur, quieter now. “What if they see you?”

“I missed you.”

That’s it. No drama. No poetic nonsense. Just those three words, spoken so plainly you feel the ground shift under you.

You swallow. Your throat’s dry. Your hand drifts up, fingers brushing the curve of his jaw. “You couldn’t just text? Send a letter with your cat?”

“I needed to see you.”

He leans in, just a little, and you follow because of course you do. His lips brush yours once, just a ghost of a kiss, and it’s enough to turn your knees to—

Gasp.

You freeze.

The sound comes from inside the room.

Both of you turn your heads just in time to see the door swing open, Zoey standing there, eyes wide, mouth fully agape.

“…oh my god.” she breathes.

Then the door slams shut again.

“Oh my god.” you echo, gripping the balcony railing like it’s going to save your soul. “Oh my god. Jinu. She saw you. She saw us.”

“She didn’t knock.” Jinu says, baffled.

“WHY WOULD SHE KNOCK? IT’S MY ROOM.”

You whirl on him, panic spiking like adrenaline in your veins. Your whole face is on fire. Your body’s moving already, ushering him toward the edge of the balcony, trying to think, to fix, to stop the bleeding of this moment from leaking into the rest of your life.

“She’s going to tell Rumi. Mira. Bobby. She’s going to tell everyone. Oh my god.”

“Okay.” Jinu says, still infuriatingly relaxed. “And?”

“And?!”

He’s smiling again, like this is funny, like you’re just being dramatic. He has no idea how bad this is. You shove him toward the railing with a hand to the back of his head, not hard, just enough to make him stumble.

“Go.” you hiss. “Go, now. I’ll fix it.”

“You’re gonna ‘fix’ getting caught half naked with me on your balcony?” he laughs, holding the ledge like he’s deciding whether to leap or wait for you to calm down.

You swat the back of his head again.

He laughs harder.

And somehow… somehow, that helps.

Because he’s not scared. He’s not shaking like you are, imagining Rumi’s furious stare or Mira’s disappointment or Zoey’s lethal level gossip abilities. He’s just… there. Present. Unbothered.

You exhale hard. Press your forehead to his chest for just a second. He lets you. His hands come up, hold your waist gently, swaying with you.

“Go.” you whisper again. “Please.”

He nods. Serious now. The playfulness fades, just a little. He cups your cheek, presses one last kiss to your lips, then steps back over the balcony’s edge.

And disappears.

You’re left standing there. Heart racing. Lips tingling. Whole body humming like you’ve been plugged into an outlet.

Inside, you hear footsteps.

Voices.

Loud ones.

Zoey’s already telling them.

“Shit.” you breathe, dragging a hand through your hair. “Shit shit shit.”

But even with the panic creeping up again, you can’t stop the small, ridiculous smile that curls onto your face.

Because that dumb, beautiful demon boy came here just to see you.

You don’t even bother throwing on shorts. Just storm out of your room in the tiny shirt and thong you were already wearing, not because you’re trying to prove a point, but because fuck it, the point already proved itself.

You race down the hallway, barefoot, still breathless from the sheer velocity of your panic. The walls feel like they’re closing in with every step. And as you reach the living room, it’s quiet.

Too quiet.

Zoey’s perched on the arm of the couch. Her popcorn is real. You knew she’d have popcorn.

Mira’s sitting, arms crossed over her chest, legs crossed. Her expression isn’t angry. Not yet. Worse, it’s disappointed.

Rumi’s standing. Her arms are crossed too, and her face is blank in that terrifying way that says: I haven’t decided whether to scream or murder someone.

You stop cold in the doorway.

“…hi.”

No one answers.

You laugh. Short. Nervous. “Okay. So. Surprise?”

Zoey makes a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a cackle. “Surprise? GIRL.”

Rumi’s voice cuts through, quiet and sharp. “Sit down.”

You glance around. “I’m, uh, I’m not really dressed for a—”

“SIT.”

You sit.

“Zoey saw Jinu.” Mira says, voice like ice water down your back. “On your balcony. With you. And not in a friendly way.”

“Wasn’t a kiss on the cheek, hun.” Zoey adds, tossing popcorn in her mouth.

“Zoey.” Rumi scolds gently.

Zoey zips it. Barely. She’s vibrating with drama high. Her foot’s tapping. She’s dying to see how this plays out.

Mira leans forward. “How long.”

You blink. “What?”

Mira’s eyes are lasers. “How. Long. Has this been going on.”

You swallow. “…A while.”

“A while?” Rumi explodes, stepping forward. “Define ‘a while,’ because ‘a while’ sounds like weeks, and if this has been going on while we were out risking our asses, while we were fighting off demons and you were texting your little boyfriend under the table, I need to know that before I go to prison for launching a sword through the next Saja concert.”

You flinch. “Okay, whoa, let’s not—”

“WAS HE AT THE CEMETERY FIGHT?” Zoey blurts, her eyes wide. “Because you said you were on break that day and he was also conveniently there! Oh my god—were you hooking up behind the mausoleum while I was getting bit by that demon?”

“That was one time.” you snap.

“You just admitted it!” Zoey screams, victorious.

“Okay, enough.” Rumi says, holding up a hand. She turns back to you. “Is it serious?”

And you freeze.

Because there’s the real question.

They’re not just mad about the secret. They’re mad because they know what this means. You don’t sneak around for fun. You lie to protect. So if you were protecting him…

Then you weren’t protecting them.

“I care about him.” you say softly. “It wasn’t just sex. It isn’t. He’s not—”

“He’s a demon.” Mira says, flat. Cold. “End of sentence.”

“He’s not—” you start, then stop. Because okay. Yes. He is. But not the way they mean. “There’s something inside him, yes. Gwi-Ma. But Jinu’s fighting it. Every day. He’s—he’s not evil. He’s not one of the monsters we hunt.”

“And what if he loses that fight?” Rumi asks, quiet again. “What if the thing inside him gets stronger? What if you become the liability?”

Your throat closes. Because that’s the worst part, you’ve already thought about all of that. And it still wasn’t enough to stop you.

“I know what I’m doing.” you whisper. “I know.”

“Do you?” Rumi growls. “Because it looks like you’re playing house with a demon.”

“Rumi, stop—”

“No. You lied to us.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

“You chose him.”

Yeah. You did. Over and over again. Every night you crept out, every time you let him touch you, every second you looked at his face and thought, maybe this could last, you were choosing him.

Even if it meant eventually losing them.

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” you say, finally.

“Too late.” Mira mutters.

“Wait.” Zoey says. “Did you say Gwi-Ma? Like the actual Gwi-Ma?”

“Yeah.” you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “Lives in his head. Won’t shut up. Kind of an asshole.”

Everyone’s silent again.

And then, Zoey: “…Does he also do the tongue thing when he kisses you? Like he looks like he does the tongue thing.”

You close your eyes. “Zoey.”

Rumi sighs. Mira pinches the bridge of her nose. And slowly, slowly, the tension in the room starts to loosen. Not dissolve. Not disappear. But… loosen. There’s still tension in the air. Still betrayal.

“You know we’re supposed to kill them. Right?” Rumi says, loud and clear so you hear it.

You have heard it. You’ve heard it a hundred times. In debriefs, in Zoey’s snide jokes, in the way Mira files her knives after watching Saja Boys interviews with a dead stare. You’ve said it yourself. Weeks ago.

You knew what they were. You knew they weren’t human. And your girls have been tracking, prepping, moving toward this for weeks.

And meanwhile?

You’ve been sleeping with the mark.

“I know.” you say, barely above a whisper.

“You knew.” Mira corrects, her voice a blade.

“I know.” you repeat, louder now. “And I didn’t—I didn’t plan for this. It wasn’t some operation gone rogue. It wasn’t a trick. It just—”

“You tripped and fell onto his dick, huh?” Zoey says, sharp and bitter.

You shut your eyes. “Zoey, not now.”

“No, I really wanna know.” she goes on. “Did you just accidentally fall in love with a guy who’s literally got a demon whispering murder in his ear while we’ve been training to put his head on a spike? Because that’s wild.”

“What was your plan?” Rumi asks, not looking at you. “What was the endgame here? That we’d kill his bandmates but leave him alone because you like his face?”

“No.” you snap, the sharpness surprising even you. “God, no. You think I don’t know how this looks? You think I haven’t been ripping myself apart every night over this? I know what we’re doing. I know what he is. But you don’t know him. Not like I do.”

“Enlighten us.” Mira says, icily. “Please.”

You blink fast, trying to push the burn out of your eyes. You weren’t gonna cry, you swore you wouldn’t, but the pressure’s building.

Silence.

Rumi closes her eyes like she’s trying not to hit something. Mira sits back. Her face has gone to that scary-silent-assassin look that means her brain is moving three steps ahead of everyone else. Finally, she says: “So when it’s time to take them out… what happens then?”

You stare at her. You hate how cold she sounds. You hate how reasonable it is.

Because that is the question, isn’t it?

What do you do when it’s your sword, and his neck, and no one else to make the call but you?

“I don’t know.” you admit, soft. “I don’t know yet.”

“That’s not good enough.” Rumi says, voice rising. “You’re not just putting yourself at risk. You’re putting us at risk. What if he turns on us mid-mission? What if he uses you to get ahead of us? What if this whole time—”

“He wouldn’t.” you say quickly. “He wouldn’t hurt me. He wouldn’t hurt any of you.”

“You can’t know that.” Mira says.

“I do.”

And you do. Deep down. Where all the fear and doubt and guilt live, even under all of that, you know.

He wouldn’t let them touch you.

And he wouldn’t touch them.

Not unless they tried to kill him.

Which they… will.

Soon.

Zoey stands again and walks across the room, pacing now. “So what, we’re just supposed to ignore this? Let you keep cuddling up with your demon boyfriend while we finish the job?”

“No.” you say. “I get it. I’m not asking you to trust him. I’m not even asking you to like me right now. I just… I just need you to understand. I’m not choosing sides. I’m choosing truth. Jinu’s not a monster. Not yet. And I don’t think he ever will be.”

There’s a pause. Heavy. Uncomfortable.

Then, softly, Mira asks: “But what if you’re wrong?”

You look at her. Look at all of them.

And you don’t have an answer.

ABBY

Look. You’re supposed to kill him. Let’s be very clear about that. The Saja Boys are your target. You’ve watched them on stage, off-stage.

The first time you saw him, shirtless and grinning, was some training clip Rumi pulled up on the mission table, purely for recon (allegedly), and even then, you felt your spine short-circuit.

He looked like a human weapon.

Except he wasn’t human.

And you weren’t supposed to want the weapon.

But, you know. Whoops.

He’s huge (like, throw-you-around-the-room, bench-press-you-during-foreplay huge). Arms like steel, voice like “what’s up, babe?” and a smile so cocky it should be registered as an actual threat.

You hated him at first.

You hated him… until you didn’t.

Until one night after a bad mission, your ribs aching, pride worse, your blood still up and nothing in the world feeling good. And then you saw him. Leaning against a wall, flexing like he didn’t know he was doing it and voice dropping into that stupid low register like, “Hey. You okay?”

Game over.

Brain fried.

Panties? Gone.

And then, somehow, you were... kissing. In a stairwell. Covered in blood. Your blood. His blood. Something's blood. Messy. Wrong. And absolutely addictive.

Now it’s… a thing. A secret thing.

Because Abby? He makes you laugh, first of all. He says dumb shit in bed. He says dumb shit all the time. And he’s so proud of it.

And yeah. He’s a demon. You see it. He doesn’t even hide it.

There’s something in him that pulses dark. Wild. Primal. The heat in his body burns wrong sometimes. The shadows cling to him longer than they should. And there are moments, fleeting but undeniable, where he looks at you like he wants to eat you.

Not in the fun way. (Though, to be clear, he definitely wants that too.)

But in the demonic, soul-thirsty kind of way.

And yet. Somehow. You’re not afraid of it. You should be. You’re trained to be. You’ve put down lesser demons without blinking. You know what he is. But something in you doesn’t flinch.

Because under all of that darkness… you know he likes you.

He really, actually likes you. In his dumbass, show-off way.

The first time he said it, he was inside you—of course he was—panting, all flushed and cocky, and he muttered, “shit, I like you too much.” Then he tried to play it off with a kiss to your neck, followed by something heinous you don’t even remember, too busy feeling all of him.

You laughed. And then whispered, “me too.”

He knows you’re a hunter. He knows who you are, what you do. But he keeps showing up anyway. Still winks. Still pulls you into dark corners and picks you up like you weigh nothing. Still teases you like none of this is real.

He trusts you. And that terrifies you more than anything.

Because when the time comes…

When the blades are drawn…

He’s not going to fight you.

And you don’t know what you’re going to do when that moment comes.

But for now? You let him pin you to the wall and mutter, “what, you gonna slay me, hunter?” against your jaw.

Because the worst part isn’t that you’re supposed to kill him.

It’s that a small, aching part of you knows you won’t.

He does shit like carrying your bag when it’s heavy, but doesn’t make it weird. He just grabs it and then slings it over those stupid big shoulders like it weighs nothing. Flexes a little, maybe, but you let him. You even look on purpose. He likes it.

He memorizes what you order from that little noodle shop you go to after late-night sweeps. The first time he brought it to you unasked, still hot, you didn’t even know what to say. He just handed it over with a lopsided grin and went, “See? I got a brain in here.” and then tapped his temple with the chopsticks he’d stolen from the shop.

He warms his hands before touching your face. Doesn’t even think about it. Just always runs them over his neck or into his sleeves first, and then cups your cheeks.

And then there's how he watches you. Not like prey. Not like the demon in him is looking for an opening. But like... you're the funniest, hottest, most precious thing in his world and he can't believe you're even talking to him, let alone letting him see you naked on the regular.

And oh my god, he tied your shoe once. One time. You’re mid-arguing, mid-huffing about something completely irrelevant, and this man bends down, wraps those huge hands around your ankle, ties your shoe with all the careful attention of someone untangling a bomb, then slaps your thigh and stands up.

You were silent for, like, ten minutes.

You hate how much you like it. Hate it. Hate it.

But not enough to stop.

Not when he’s currently got you pressed up against cold tile, his breath warm against your throat, your thigh hiked high around his hip in the almost empty bathhouse the three of you ducked into after a hunt.

You don’t even know how it happened.

One minute, you were soaking in the women’s bathhouse while Mira and Zoey argued over whose blade got the final hit, and the next, you were in the showers and Abby was there. Shirtless. He must’ve snuck in through the back.

You didn’t even try to stop him. You should’ve.

But he’d walked up to you, dripping from a quick rinse-off, and grinned. “Damn. You clean up nice.”

And that was it. That was the moment your common sense packed her bags and left.

Now? Now you’re sandwiched between Abby and the cold wall of the bathhouse’s back corridor. Your towel’s half off, your thigh’s fully up, and Abby’s mouthing your neck like this isn’t a public facility.

“Abby.” you whisper, half-laughing, half-moaning, trying to push him back even though you’re very much not trying that hard. “They’re still here. They could come back any second.”

He just kisses lower. “Then we better make it fast, huh?”

“You’re the one taking your damn time.” you snap, trying not to laugh, and he grins against your skin.

“What can I say?” he murmurs. “My girl’s distracting.”

You shove his chest. It’s like trying to move a wall of warm concrete. “I swear, if they catch us—”

Footsteps.

Voices.

You both freeze.

You don’t see them at first. But you hear them. Zoey’s laughing about something and Mira’s voice is lower, casual, annoyed maybe, like she’s mid-eye roll. They’re just coming back from the sauna. They’ll be rounding this corridor in seconds.

You shove at Abby, harder. “Go. Go now.”

But he’s LAUGHING. The fuckass is laughing, muffling it behind that dumb smug smirk like this is the funniest shit ever.

You smack the back of his head, panicked. “Are you trying to get me killed?!”

He grins harder. “If we die like this, honestly? Worth it.”

“Abby!”

Zoey’s voice: “Wait… why’s the floor wet back here? Was someone—”

She turns the corner.

She sees you.

Sees him.

Sees you, basically naked, thigh still up, Abby shirtless and pressed into you, steam rising off both of you.

Zoey screams.

Mira slams in behind her a half-second later, silent, deadly, her eyes going wide.

Abby, still shirtless, just waves. “Hey.”

You are going to die.

“YOU.” Zoey shrieks, pointing. “ARE YOU INSANE?!”

Mira? Mira’s face is stone. Pissed. Her arms are folded. Her jaw is clenched. And she’s staring directly at Abby’s glistening chest.

You, meanwhile, are red. Not pink. Not flushed. Red. Half-wrapped in a towel. Half-tangled in him. All of you exposed, literally and emotionally, in the worst way possible. You’ve barely had time to stumble back and yank your towel up around your chest when he decides to speak.

“Yo.” Abby says with the most unbothered, dumbass charm in the world. “Heeeeeeey girls.”

He actually lifts a hand. Like he didn’t just get caught shoving his demon tongue down your throat in a public women’s bathhouse.

Zoey looks like she’s about to scream a second time. Possibly kill you. Possibly him first.

And what does this stupid man say next?

“You know what,” he continues, glancing between them and then at you. “I feel like… you guys got some things to work out. Real important girl talk. Imma… just.” He gestures vaguely toward the exit, completely unapologetic. “Slide out. Give you all some space. Respectfully.”

You gape. “Abby—”

He turns, halfway out the door, then glances back at you, slow, like he’s throwing a whole-ass grenade at your friendship. And then, he calls:

“Catch you later, babe.”

Babe.

In front of them.

AND THEN THE BASTARD WINKS.

Winks, flexes without flexing, and vanishes.

You are.

So.

Fucked.

You’re clutching your towel to your chest, dripping water, heart hammering so loud it might as well be a war drum. Your mouth opens. Closes. Opens again. No words. Just a stupid, guilty sound like, “Uh—”

“How long.” Mira says, deadly quiet,

You blink. “I—”

“HOW LONG?!” Zoey practically screams, her arms thrown up like she might start flinging bath sandals at you. “You’ve been sneaking off to tongue wrestle with a Saja Boy?!”

“It’s not like that—”

“Oh, it’s not?” she snaps. “Because from where I was standing? It looked exactly like that. Unless ‘chest licking in a sacred women’s bathhouse’ means something different in demon-speak.”

“Zoey.” Mira says again, voice low. “Let her talk.”

“Why?! So she can lie again?”

You feel it. The shame. The guilt. The sting of it.

Because you didn’t tell them. Not when you should’ve. Not when it started. Not after the first time. Not after the sixth. Not even after you knew it was something real, something that wasn’t going to just go away if you pretended hard enough. You stayed quiet. Let them think you were just normal. Still loyal. Still on-mission.

But you weren’t. You’d fallen into bed with the enemy, and now it’s your best friends staring at you like you’re the monster.

“Okay.” you say, quietly. “Okay. Look.” You take a breath. It comes out shaky. “Yes. It’s been going on. And yes. I know how it looks.”

“You lied to us.”

“I didn’t lie—”

“Bullshit.” Zoey hisses. “You snuck around behind our backs with the very thing we’ve sworn to eliminate. You let one of them turn you into his little secret side piece—”

“Stop.” you snap, louder than you meant to. “Don’t talk about me like that.”

Silence again.

“I’m not a side piece.” you say, quieter. “And he’s not just… whatever you think he is.”

Zoey’s expression warps into something like heartbreak. “You’re in love with him.”

You look away.

“Oh my god.” She covers her face.

“I didn’t plan for this.” you try, pleading now. “It just—it happened. And I know it’s wrong. I know what he is. But I also know what he’s not. He’s not—” You gesture weakly toward the steam he vanished into. “He’s not hurting people. Not the way we thought.”

Mira steps forward, eyes sharp. “And what happens when he does? When we take him out? What then?”

You swallow. You don’t answer. Because you don’t know. And they see that.

After the bathhouse blowout, the tension clung to your skin worse than the towel.

Mira and Zoey walked ahead of you the whole way home, Mira silent, Zoey muttering to herself in rage, still trying to process the abomination of seeing you with Abby’s abs all up in your personal space. You trailed behind, wrapped in shame, hair dripping, stomach doing flips that had nothing to do with guilt and everything to do with impending doom.

“Let me tell her.” you said, the second the elevator doors opened to the penthouse. “Let me tell Rumi myself.”

Mira turned to you, her jaw clenched. “You sure?”

“No.” you said. “But I’m going to.”

They just exchanged a look, silent agreement, and then headed to the kitchen like they weren’t absolutely going to lurk by the hallway to hear every single word.

You find Rumi in her room. She’s standing by the window. You almost leave. Almost. But then she turns. “You need something?”

Your throat closes.

Yeah. Just your life exploding.

“Can I talk to you?” you ask, voice trembling. “It’s… personal.”

She gestures toward the chair. You don’t sit. You can’t. You’re vibrating with nerves, practically bouncing out of your skin. You pace instead, like if you move enough, the words will come easier. They don’t.

“Okay, so—so.” you start, hands waving like you’re trying to draw the sentence into existence. “So, you’re gonna be mad. Just—please, can you let me finish first before you say anything? Just let me get it out all at once, because if I stop, I won’t say it, and I have to say it because it’s already—happened, and Zoey and Mira know, and you’re going to find out anyway, and I need it to come from me.”

Rumi’s arms cross slowly. “You’re stalling.”

“I’m dating Abby.” you blurt.

Silence.

You say it again, just to fill the space. “I’m dating Abby. From Saja. The one with the abs and the arms and the—yeah. Him.”

Still no reaction.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen. It wasn’t, like, some weird betrayal thing. I didn’t go into this planning to screw around with the enemy, I swear. It just—he was there, and he’s funny, and stupid, and sweet, and he’s not like what we thought. And yeah, I know it’s a conflict of interest. I know it’s dangerous, and I know we’re supposed to be hunting them, and it’s all wrong, but it doesn’t feel wrong when I’m with him. It just feels like… mine. Like something I chose. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”

You finally stop.

You wait.

“…You’re joking.”

Your heart drops. “I’m not.”

You’ve never seen Rumi this mad without even raising her voice.

“You’re sleeping with a demon.” she says, cold. “A Saja Boy. One of the five. Our primary targets.”

You flinch. “It’s not like that—”

“Did he charm you? Manipulate you? Feed off you?”

“No! Rumi, he hasn’t even—he hasn’t taken anything from me.”

“Oh, but he took you, huh?” Her voice cuts like glass. “He gets the girl, the inside scoop, the trust, and we get what? A betrayal?”

You step forward. “I didn’t betray you.”

“You didn’t tell me. You kept it a secret. You let this go on while we’ve been risking our lives—my life—hunting down his kind. You don’t think that’s betrayal?”

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out. Because you did. You did lie. Maybe not in words, but in silence.

“You’ve compromised our entire mission.” she hisses, turning her back on you. “You think this is just about sex or feelings or whatever he gave you to keep you quiet? It’s bigger than that. He’s dangerous. And you let him in.”

“I didn’t let him in.” you snap, suddenly defensive. “He got in because he wanted me. Because he likes me. Because I like him.”

“And when the time comes,” she says, turning back around, eyes locked on yours. “and you have to choose between us and him, what’s your play?”

You’re shaking.

You can’t answer.

And Rumi sees it.

“…Get out.”

“Rumi—”

“Get. Out. Before I say something we both regret.”

You stagger back. One step. Then another.

And as you open the door—Zoey and Mira. Absolutely planted on the other side. Zoey straightens so fast she almost falls into a lamp. Mira just steps back, arms crossed, deadpan. Neither of them says a word.

You don’t say anything either.

You just walk away.

ROMANCE

Ohhh baby. You’ve just opened Pandora’s box with Romance.

The first time you and Romance crossed paths just the two of you, it was bloody. And violent. And frankly, stupid hot in hindsight.

You were rooftop hunting, your blade humming with enchanted energy, adrenaline in your teeth. The Saja Boys were slippery—always were—but he showed up like he’d been waiting for you.

You fought.

He was strong, too strong. Slippery. Every move came with a smirk, a breathy compliment, some infuriating “ooh, I like it when you’re rough.” You were sweating, pissed, cornered on the edge of a skylight.

But you didn’t back down.

You clocked him, hard, elbow to the jaw, leg sweep, blade to his throat, and he went down. Fell like a sack of demons with a ridiculous grunt and a flutter of his pretty shirt.

You stood there panting, blade raised.

Victory. Yours.

You even kicked him, toe of your boot to his ribs. “Dead?” you muttered.

He grabbed your ankle, fast as lightning, yanked, and dragged you straight to the ground with him. The breath left your lungs. Your body slammed to his. And suddenly? You were chest-to-chest with him, both breathing hard. His smile was bloody and filthy.

“Now this,” he purred. “is foreplay.”

You tied him up after that. You had to. Found rope in the storage unit of the building, tied his wrists behind his back, looped around the support beam. He didn’t fight it, no, of course not. He just watched you. Smirked. Made comments.

“That grip.” he said. “Ever thought of moonlighting in bondage? You’ve got talent.”

You should’ve killed him. Should’ve. He was just lying there, helpless, caked in blood.

But something in you faltered.

So you left him. Said it was a warning.

Before you left, he looked at you with those bedroom eyes and said, “Next time, bring better rope. You’ll be the one staying.”

And you did.

You came back. In the dead of night, alone.

And he wasn’t tied up anymore.

No, that time you were the one in knots.

Literal ones. Spread out, mouth covered in tape, eyes wide while he knelt between your legs, chin lifted and so fucking pleased with himself.

He whispered things you still feel heat up your spine when you’re alone in the shower.

That was the real beginning.

You’re not blameless. You like it. You like the chase, the secrets, the tension in every stolen second.

Romance doesn’t ask. He offers. He tempts. He brushes his fingers along your collarbone in passing, whispers filth into your ear just to see you shiver. He invites you to meet with him night after night. You go. Every time.

You’d call him a slut, except he only ever wants you.

He’s also attentive. Not the good boy kind, no. He’s too much of a tease for that. But he knows when you’re stressed, when you’re insecure, when you need to be fucked out of your head or just held while he brushes your hair. Super senses like he has do wonders in him getting your little feelings. Romance also has a memory like a thief. Remembers everything you say, down to the way you phrased it.

He’s obsessed with you. Openly.

But he also won’t stop flirting with other people in front of you just to rile you up.

(You’ve slapped him for it. He moaned. It didn’t help.)

He knows exactly what you are. A killer. A blade. Something sacred and trained and dangerous.

And he adores it.

“God, baby,” he’ll murmur while trailing his mouth down your thigh. “do you know how hot it is that you could murder me and choose not to?”

You don’t tell the girls. Obviously. They’d lose their minds.

Because you’re supposed to be on a mission to exorcise his ass from the planet—not get your back blown out on rooftops between hunts.

For an example, you let him tie you up again last night. He read you poetry while he did it. From memory. Filthy, ancient verses in a demon tongue you didn’t know—but understood perfectly from his eyes alone.

And when he made you scream his name, you think the whole street heard it.

Even when he’s being a tease—pulling your panties to the side in an alley or teasing you with promises he has no intention of letting you walk away from—his hands are always reverent. Worshipful.

He runs his fingers down your back when you’re not even paying attention. Laces your fingers together when you’re not touching him.

Then, it started with a bra strap.

Well, a glimpse of it, really, something delicate, lacy, red, peeking just above your sports tank when you bent down to pick up your dagger from the training mat. You didn’t even notice. But Zoey did. She always does.

Zoey squinted. “Since when do you wear matching sets for patrol?”

Mira glanced up from her weights, brow cocked.

You just shrugged. Played it off. “Self-care.”

They didn’t buy it.

And then it happened again.

The next night. And the next.

A different set this time, satin, black, barely-there. They weren’t judging you for it. Please. You’re hot, you’re allowed to feel yourself. But there was a pattern emerging, and it had nothing to do with confidence and everything to do with how you were always glowing when you came back from “walks.”

Your cheeks flushed. Your lips bitten. The scent of perfume that wasn’t yours clinging to your jacket.

And the final straw? Rumi walked into your room to grab something and saw an empty condom wrapper on your nightstand. You weren’t even home.

That night, the three of them made a decision.

They were going to follow you.

It’s late.

You thought you were slick—slipping out the back stairwell in your “casual clothes” (which just so happen to include a barely-buttoned blouse and lace-trimmed thigh harness under a trench coat). Hair glossy. Lip gloss glossier.

You head toward a park a few blocks away. A little bench nestled between two massive trees. Always quiet. Always shadowed.

And sitting there, legs crossed, coat open over a shirt unbuttoned just enough is Romance.

He looks up, sees you, and grins. That slow, wolfish, I’m-gonna-undress-you-without-touching-you kind of smile.

“You’re late.” he says.

“You’re early.”

“I’m always early. It gives me more time to think about you.” He says it like a whisper. You bite back a smile, step closer, the night air curling around your ankles like it knows this is wrong and wants in.

He reaches for your hand, brushes his thumb over your knuckles. Doesn’t even glance at your dagger strapped to your thigh.

You lean in, eyes half-lidded. “What if I was here to kill you this time?”

“Then tie me up first. You know how I like it.”

You laugh. It’s soft. Intimate. Familiar.

That’s the sound that does it.

Zoey’s voice, “Whaaaaaaaat.”

You whirl around.

Rumi. Zoey. Mira. Standing just behind the tree line, like they’d been parked there for ten whole minutes, watching your little forbidden lovers’ reunion.

Your blood goes cold.

Romance just sits back, arm along the bench like this is hilarious.

Zoey’s eyes are bulging. “Are you seriously making out with Romance?! As in Saja Boy, Romance?! Mister demon dick himself?!”

Mira’s arms are crossed, her voice dry. “So that’s what all the lace was about.”

You open your mouth. Nothing comes out.

Romance, unbothered, lifts two fingers in a lazy salute. “Ladies.”

“Don’t you ladies me.” Zoey snaps, stomping forward. “What the fuck, Y/N?!”

You stumble over your words. “I—I didn’t mean—well, I did, but not like—okay, not like this. I wasn’t using him or betraying anyone or—”

“Oh my god, are you in love with him?!” Zoey howls.

Romance leans closer to you, whispers, “Say yes.”

You elbow him in the ribs so hard he wheezes. But he’s laughing. This fucker is laughing. And that laugh? It seals your fate.

Rumi steps forward, voice cold as glass. “Go home. Now.”

You look at Romance. He gives you a wink. A wink. He’s enjoying this. He is.

You turn to leave.

And you know they’re right behind you. Their silence is heavier than their words. Zoey’s arms are flailing in disbelief. Mira’s jaw is tight. Rumi says nothing, but you can feel her disappointment.

Back at the penthouse, everything feels louder. The walls feel tighter. Every footstep echoes like judgment.

You try not to flinch as the elevator closes behind you, sealing you inside with three of the people you love the most, and who now all look at you like you’re a stranger.

No one speaks.

You want to say something, break the silence, offer an explanation, but your throat’s tight, heart hammering against your ribs like it’s trying to escape before Rumi cuts it out herself.

When the elevator dings open at your floor, it’s Zoey who moves first. Quiet. Shoulders tense. Mira walks out after her. Rumi walks last, slow and composed, her silence ten times more dangerous than if she’d yelled.

You don’t even make it to the living room before Mira turns on you. “What the actual fuck, Y/N?”

You swallow. “I was going to tell you—”

“When?!” Mira snaps. “After you fucked all of them? Or just after the Saja Boys rip our hearts out?! Which was it?!”

“I didn’t—” You exhale, hands up, trying to keep your voice steady. “It wasn’t like that. I didn’t plan this. I didn’t mean to fall into something with him.” You’ve gone over it a thousand times in your head. Every rule you broke. Every kill order you ignored. Every night you slipped away when your best friends were asleep, trusting you to be one of them, not one of the fucking enemy’s bedwarmers. “I know what I did.” you say, quieter. “I know it’s wrong.”

Zoey finally speaks, voice soft. “Then why did you keep doing it?”

You look at her. And she looks like she’s not angry like Mira, not composed like Rumi. Just… hurt. Her arms are folded across her chest.

“I don’t know.” you admit. “He’s a demon. He’s everything we’re trained to kill. But—”

“But you let him charm his way between your legs and now suddenly that makes it okay?” Mira’s voice is sharp. “You endangered us. All of us.”

“No.” you snap, louder now. “I would never let anything happen to you. I’m not stupid. I’m not just lying there letting him feed off my soul—he hasn’t even touched that part of me. I wouldn’t let him. I’m not a liability, Mira.”

“You are.” Mira spits.

Silence again.

You feel it in your stomach, a cold pit of shame. But beneath it, there’s something else. Something like defiance. Because yes, maybe you’re making a mistake. Maybe you crossed every line. Maybe you’re betraying the oath, the cause, the sisterhood.

But it wasn’t just sex. Not with Romance.

He sees you. Wants you. Not your blade, not your strength, not your usefulness to the mission.

Just… you.

“He cares about me.” you say, quietly.

“That doesn’t matter.” Rumi says. Her voice is so soft. “You’re a hunter. You don’t get to fall for the monsters. You kill them. Or you compromise everything we’ve built.”

Oh Rumi, we know why you think that.

Zoey bites her lip, voice shaking. “Are you in love with him?”

You hesitate.

And that’s the answer.

Mira throws up her hands. “Un-fucking-believable.”

Rumi looks at you like she’s assessing whether or not to kick you off the team. “We’re here to stop them, Y/N. All of them. We don’t get to make exceptions because they kiss nice or talk pretty.”

You nod slowly. “I know that.”

“Do you?” Rumi steps closer. “Because the second he snaps his fingers, and decides he’s hungry, you’re the first soul he’s going to devour.”

Do you really think that Rumi, or you’re just making shit up to stop your beloved Y/N from making the same mistake your mother did?

You want to scream that it’s not like that. That Romance—for all his bullshit, his flirting, his filthy mouth—has never once made you feel prey. You’ve never seen him lose control. Never once doubted he would stop if you told him to.

But even you know that doesn’t make it safe.

You glance between them, the three people you’ve fought with, bled with, survived with, and it feels like you’re in the wrong. You are.

Zoey steps forward finally, hand brushing yours. “If you really love him… then please be careful. Don’t make us bury you because you thought he was different.”

Her voice breaks at the end.

And Mira won’t even look at you.

Rumi just turns and walks toward her room. Before she disappears down the hall, she says one last thing:

“You have one chance to fix this. Or next time, it’s me that puts a blade in his chest.”

The door slams.

Your pretty underwear under your clothes feels stupid now.

But even through all that, you know, deep down?

You’re not going to stop seeing him.

And that’s the problem.

BABY

Oh, Baby.

You hate(d) his name.

Baby.

You don’t even know when it started.

Just that one second you were fighting, and the next?

You were… not.

It was supposed to be a quick hunt. You’d gotten separated from the girls for like five minutes—five whole damn minutes—and then bam. He was there.

Backstage, right behind the curtains at some underground venue, blinking at you like you were the surprise, not him.

Did he say anything?

No.

Just smirked.

And you knew it was a smirk, even if his mouth barely moved. Something about the way his eyes narrowed, chin tilted. The unbothered little lean against the wall, arms crossed. Hair too shiny. Mouth too glossy. Pretty in a way that made you want to scratch it up.

So you drew your blade.

He didn’t move. Just blinked again. Like you were the one being ridiculous. Then you lunged. He blocked you, lazy, like your movements were predictable. A joke. Your blade barely missed his throat, and he laughed. Not even like a proper laugh. Just this airy “heh” with his head tilted like, Is that all?

And you? Furious. Mortified. Already picturing the way Mira would roast you for getting played by the baby demon.

So you kicked his leg out from under him. Hard.

The fight got into close combat from there, your blade dropped to the floor. And the two of you just… went at it. Not even fighting anymore, just grappling, rolling across concrete with all the force and heat of a catfight.

His fingers in your hair. Your hand around his throat. Neither of you speaking, just panting, growling, gritting teeth. And his face?

Still blank. Still bratty. Still beautiful.

Until your knee landed in a very strategic place and he grunted—actually made a sound—and somehow that flipped a switch.

Next thing you knew?

You were on your back, shirt pushed up, his mouth on your tits, sharp little teeth teasing your skin as you hissed at him to fucking go.

“The girls are almost on. I have to go.” You hissed.

His response? A slow blink. Like you’re so loud and he was busy. Then he kissed a bite-mark over your nipple like it was his fucking signature and pulled back, shirt half untucked, his lips all red, and not a care in the world.

He didn’t say anything. Didn’t wink. Didn’t flirt. Just looked at you like he expected you to come back later. Like he knew you would.

You did.

Because Baby is… different.

He doesn’t do the “Oh, I want you so bad” stuff. That’s Romance’s thing. Doesn’t do the “I’ll protect you, angel” softness. That’s Jinu. Doesn’t even do the “Come here, babe, sit on my lap” gym rat boyfriend vibes. That’s Abby. Doesn’t let you control him like Mystery does.

Baby ignores your ass half the time.

You text him that you’re downstairs? He doesn’t even buzz you up. You have to break in. You say something flirty and he shrugs. You try to make plans and he answers with a yawn.

But when you’re alone? When you’re in the dark corners of club basements or dressing rooms or the stairwell no one uses between the 6th and 7th floors of the broadcast building?

He’s all teeth and tongue and whispers against your throat. Biting. Mouthing. Slouching against you like he doesn’t care but always pulling you closer.

He talks more with his mouth on your body than he ever does out loud.

His affection comes in weird little ways. Like slipping your favorite drink into your bag without saying anything, which he clearly stole from someone. Like swiping the exact eyeshadow palette you complimented on a make up staff member.

Like blowing off fan meetings just to sit in the dark and watch you stretch, head tilted.

And every time you call him out on it?

He gaslights you. Fully.

“What palette?”

“You bought it, didn’t you?”

“You said I could come in.”

“You didn’t say stop.”

Smug. Rude. Hot as fuck.

And for all his demon blood and dead-eyed stares, there are moments—tiny, barely-there glimpses—where you think he might actually care about you. Like really care.

He is the worst, but underneath that generally insufferable personality, he actually kinda likes you.

He still ignores the fuck out of you.

Deadass. You’ll walk into a room and Baby won’t even glance up. You’ll say hi and he won’t say anything back. Doesn’t even nod. You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve told him to move. He never moves. Just slowly looks at you like you’re interrupting.

But the second you’re smiling on your phone, texting?

Laughing too hard?

Not paying attention to him?

He’s right there. Doesn’t say a word. Just drapes himself over you like a cat and sighs against your neck like this is what I had to resort to?—then nips at your collarbone.

You tell him to go away. He doesn’t.

You shove at him. He goes heavier.

You call him annoying.

His answer:

“Mhm.”

You’ll be pouring tea, being the sweet, functional human being you are, and he’ll just… slide his mug over. No eye contact. No “please.” Not even a “yo.” He just tugs on your sleeve once and you already know.

You always say the same thing: “I’m not your maid.”

To which he always responds by… waiting.

Not moving.

Just standing there like …so?

So you pour the tea.

Every. Damn. Time.

(And then he takes a tiny sip and says, “Too hot.” And you fantasize about kicking him in the shins.)

He has the nerve to walk around with that adorable, sweet little face. Wide eyes. Lashes for days. Little nose. Pink lips. He blinks at people and they melt.

“Oh my god, is he shy?”

“He’s so precious!”

“Aww, he’s like a little bunny!”

LIES.

Baby is a demon.

A predator.

A horrible little shit who absolutely uses his face as a weapon.

Don’t even get me STARTED on his voice. It does not match him. At all. It’s low and slow and filthy, like it’s meant for whispering horrible things directly into your ear. And he knows it. He uses it. He’ll say your name in that voice, right behind you, when he wants something. And every time it works, you hate yourself a little more.

You hate him.

You want to climb him like a tree.

You’re the problem.

He likes you though. He really does.

He doesn’t say it. Obviously. But you know.

He shows up at your window at 2 a.m. and does not leave you alone, that’s his love language. You wonder what Gwi-Ma thinks about that. Does he insult the poor boy in his head? Leaves the topic alone? A wonder, really.

He doesn’t care about people. Not really. Not like you do.

He’s selfish. Bratty. Condescending.

He never says “I love you.” Never writes sweet notes. Never says “I miss you” or calls you beautiful.

But he stays. He lingers. He lets you run your fingers through his hair when he’s tired. He lets you sleep on his chest when you both sneak off after dark. He lets you see the version of him no one else gets to.

You’re not sure if this is love, or madness, or both. But you keep crawling back. Keep letting him tug you close. Keep pretending it’s not dangerous, even though it’s the most dangerous thing you’ve ever done.

Yeah.

He’s terrible.

But you like him that way.

Anyways, your room is big. Like, stupidly big. The girls fought tooth and nail for this penthouse, and somehow, you ended up with the one room that had its own damn sitting area, fireplace, and balcony. Probably because you “never bring people over.”

Ha.

Right now, you’re sitting on your bed, one leg bent, your hair damp from a shower, some oversized shirt slipping off your shoulder. You’re glowing, content, the kind of comfort that only comes when your secret demon boyfriend is stretched out across your silk sheets.

Baby, flat on his back, hoodie pushed up just enough to expose his stomach. He’s got one arm under his head, and the other lazily dragging over your thigh.

And you’re telling him a story. Some stupid one from earlier. About Zoey trying to cook eggs and somehow setting off the fire suppression system, and Mira slipping in the foam and cussing in three different languages, and Rumi trying to keep everyone calm.

He doesn’t say much—he never does—but every once in a while, he makes this little “hn” sound that means he’s listening. His eyes flutter closed, long lashes brushing his cheeks, and you gently run your fingers across the curve of his bare stomach as you speak.

Just light touches. Lazy, mindless. Your thumb sweeping around his navel. Tracing the faint v-line that disappears under his waistband. And he just takes it. Like he deserves to be pet.

His hips shift just slightly, subtle little rolls into your hand. His lips twitch. He hums.

“You’re distracting.” you mutter, dragging your fingers down his side.

“Mhm.” He doesn’t even open his eyes. Just tugs on the hem of your shirt like he wants it off but can’t be bothered to do it himself.

You laugh a little and lean over him, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. He lets you. He always does. Touchy and spoiled and acting like he’s the one doing you a favor by being here.

His fingers brush the back of your knee. Slide higher. God, he is so touchy. Not in a Romance kind of way, not in a flirty, dirty whisper way. Just clingy. Needy in a wordless, bratty little way. Always tugging at you. Always reaching. Not because he wanted attention, but because he expected it.

You’re just about to crawl into his lap when he suddenly opens his eyes—not startled, not alarmed, just blank. “Behind you.”

You blink. “What?”

“Door.”

You frown, confused. Turn to look, and your soul leaves your body.

Zoey. Mira. Rumi. Peeking through your bedroom door, all crammed into the tiny sliver they must’ve pushed open while you were distracted. All of them with their mouths slightly open. Eyes wide.

They must’ve been watching you for minutes.

Baby waves to them lazily.

The second your eyes meet theirs, they jerk back like they’d been slapped and slam the door shut.

SLAM.

Silence.

You stare at the door.

Baby stretches behind you, unfazed.

“You forgot to lock it.” he says, yawning like this is the most boring turn of events that’s ever happened to him.

“You watched them watch us!” you hiss, slapping his chest.

He shrugs. “You looked cute. Figured they’d agree.”

You launch a pillow at his face. He lets it hit him and doesn’t even blink.

You shoot to your feet like you’ve been lit on fire. You’re not even fully dressed, just the shirt, some thin little shorts, no bra, and your heart is thrashing in your chest because oh my god they saw. They saw everything. “You couldn’t have warned me earlier?!”

He gives a lazy shrug. “Didn’t think they’d stay.”

You smack him in the chest, hard.

“OW—what?!” he complains, still not even bothering to sit up. “You were telling a story.”

“Get out.” you whisper-yell, frantically waving your hands. “Go, go, GO!”

He groans dramatically, sitting up like it physically pains him. “You’re so loud.” he mutters.

But he stands anyway, tugging his hoodie down and making zero effort to look guilty. His hair’s a little messy, lips pink, eyes smug. He’s glowing like a man who’s very satisfied with his life choices. He is casually stretching his arms over his head. Right before he leaves, he pauses, looks at you, and then? Then he raises his voice just enough for the hallway to hear: “BYE GIIIIIRLS.”

He snorts to himself, satisfied with how he fucked up this for you even more, and leaves you there. Alone. Staring at the spot he just vanished from.

Okay, yeah, alright. You take a deep deep breath and walk over to your door to open it.

Rumi. Zoey. Mira. All standing in the hallway, backlit by the soft pendant lights. Their expressions? Zoey looks like she’s on the verge of tears but holding it together with sheer willpower. Mira’s pacing, fists clenched so hard her knuckles are white. Rumi is just staring at you, arms crossed, completely still. That’s the scariest part.

“Okay,” you say, voice cracking like the ice you’re walking on. “that was—”

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.” Mira explodes. Her hands fling up like she’s physically restraining herself from throwing them at you. “You had him in your room?! While we were home?!”

“It’s not like I—”

“Don’t.” Rumi says. Soft. Controlled. Dangerous. “Don’t say it’s not what it looked like.”

It was what it looked like.

Zoey finally speaks. Her voice is so small it hurts. “You… you’re with him?”

“I didn’t—” you start, stepping forward instinctively, “I wasn’t gonna— I mean, I was, I just—” You sigh and rake both hands through your hair. “Yeah. I’m with him.”

Silence.

Rumi’s brows lift slightly. “For how long?”

You look at the ceiling. “A while.”

“Did he brainwash you?” Mira snaps. “Are you cursed? Are you fucking STUPID—”

“Mira.” Rumi’s voice cuts like a blade.

“No, I wanna hear her say it.” Mira hisses, rounding on you. “Do you even care that he’s a demon? That he’s probably feeding off you? That he’s probably laughing with the rest of those Saja freaks about how easy it was to get a Hunter to spread her legs—”

“Shut the fuck up, Mira.” Your voice isn’t loud, but it lands.

Mira steps back.

“…I know what he is.”you say softly. “I know what we are. I’m not confused. I’m not cursed. I’m not being controlled. I know what I’m doing.”

Zoey’s lip trembles. “Then why?”

You glance away. Chew your lip. Feel your chest ache. “Because he’s not what I thought demons were. Not all the time. Not with me.”

Mira scoffs. “Oh, my God.”

Rumi stares at you, then she says, “Go to your room.”

“I—what?”

“Go. To your room. Now.”

You pause for half a second, wanting to argue. Wanting to stand your ground. But you’ve already shredded the ground beneath your feet. So you do as you’re told. You walk back in. Close the door. Sit down on the bed.

The sheets still smell like Baby.

MYSTERY

You like him. God help you, you really do.

It started during one of their meet-and-greets. A crowd full of obsessed fans screaming over them, while you stood in line like a regular human, hair tucked under a cap and sunglasses on your face, just scoping the scene.

That’s when you noticed him in the back. Standing off to the side like he wasn’t even part of the group. His mic wasn’t on. He wasn’t smiling. Just kind of… existing.

You don’t know what possessed you, maybe it was the odd way his hands were twitching around the prop mic, or the slight crease in his brows as he watched the crowd, but you stepped toward him. Just a little. Close enough that he looked up. Or at least, lifted his chin.

He was holding a lightstick upside down.

And god, something about that made your heart ache. Because he looked so confused. So detached. So alien in that moment. Like he didn’t get what any of this was for.

So you’d whispered, “Turn it around. Other way.”

He blinked. Glanced at it. Turned it slowly, obediently.

You reached out and twisted his fingers to hold it right. “There. Like that.”

He didn’t speak. Not yet. But he watched you. All of you. Your hands, your mouth, your face.

And when you turned to go?

“…Thanks.” he said. So small. So low. Barely audible.

After that, he kept noticing you. You’d catch him watching from across rooftops during a hunt, or from the shadows of backstage areas. Silent. Unmoving. A presence. He never approached you directly—you had to do that—but he let you. Which, coming from him, was kind of massive.

You started sneaking around. Sitting next to him when you knew the other Saja boys wouldn’t be around. Leaving stupid little notes for him where you knew he’d find them. One time you brought him a chocolate bar and he ate it. Quietly. Slowly. Then murmured, “Too sweet.” and handed the wrapper back.

You’ve learned to read his silences. Every little shrug or pause or twitch is a language now. One you understand. But he also talks, like:

“You smell good.”

“Don’t go yet.”

“You looked sad today.”

He didn’t have to be sweet with you. Or quiet. Or gentle.

He just chose to be.

Once you were in the alley behind a club where both your crews had performed. The others were still inside fighting. But he had slipped out. And so had you. Not nice, you know, but it felt right.

He had his back against the wall, shoulders relaxed.

You had asked him, “Why are you always so quiet?”

He shrugged. “Nothing to say.”

You rolled your eyes. “There’s always something to say.” And then you turned toward him, shoulder brushing his, and whispered, “Like… if you wanted to kiss me.”

His breath stilled.

You watched his lashes lower behind his heavy hair. You could barely see his eyes, but you could feel them.

And then, softly:

“…Can I?”

You nodded.

He kissed you. No tongue, no hands, no hunger—not at first. Just lips.

Then you leaned in harder. Slid your hand up his chest.

Then he moved.

And after that? It was on.

It was a relationship—even if the word felt too loud, too bright, too human. You didn’t label it. You didn’t talk about it. But you felt it every time he waited for you. Every time he slipped into your space. Every time he murmured your name.

Don’t even get me started on the patterns on his dick. It’s weirdly attractive.

WHO SAID THAT?!

And then you got caught.

It had been weeks. The girls were suspicious, but they hadn’t figured him out yet. The others? Sure. But Mystery? Who could tell what he was even thinking, let alone who he was touching?

So that night, you got bold.

It was late. Everyone else was asleep. You were in the upstairs sunroom, one of your favorite places because it overlooked the whole city. Mystery was curled up with you on the wide window ledge.

Your hand was in his hair. His breath was on your neck. You had just whispered something—you don’t even remember what. Something dumb and soft and sweet.

He turns his face to you and said, “I like it when you talk.”

You blink. Smile. “That so?”

He nods once. “Your voice is warm.”

And you arw about to say something else when Zoey’s voice rang out behind you:

“…You’re kidding me.”

Your whole body jerks.

You turn so fast you almost knock Mystery out the window.

Zoey stands in the doorway, hoodie sleeves pushed up, jaw slack. Mira right behind her, looking like she was about to throw up. And Rumi is staring at Mystery.

And he—fucking audacious—is just sitting there. Calm. Not moving. One arm still around you.

He’s kinda evil so he’s definitely doing that on purpose.

“Okay—okay, listen—”

But Mira is already marching forward, murder in her eyes. “You’re sleeping with him?!”

“He’s not what you think—!”

“He’s a DEMON!”

Zoey looks betrayed. Like it physically hurts her to see you like this.

Rumi just says: “Leave. Both of you.”

Mystery doesn’t move until you move first. He stands slowly, brushing off his shirt. Then he reaches out, tucks your hair behind your ear, and whispers: “I’ll wait.”

Then he vanishes.

You walk back into your room, listening to Rumi. Like your best friends didn’t just see you wrapped up in one of the five you’ve all sworn—sworn—to destroy.

You don’t cry. You don’t know if you can. It’s just this huge, pulsing silence in your chest, like someone rang a bell inside you and then walked away.

To Rumi, this was personal.

We know why.

And she just saw you—her best friend—wrapped up in the arms of something she sees as rot.

Of him.

It’s not even about him being a Saja Boy. Not completely. It’s the idea that you’re letting something like that close to your heart. That you’re flirting with what her bloodline forced on her.

And she’s scared.

You sit there for what feels like forever.

Mystery’s scent still clings to your collar. You wonder if he’s out there waiting like he said. You wonder if the girls will ever look at you the same again.

You wonder if you even deserve it.

[81astriss]

just let me be close to you | alex albon

singer!reader x alex albon fc: lyn lapid, lily muni he, others on pinterest

when the internet notices some similarities between you and alex, they decide to take matters into their own hands and pull a nassie ;)

a/n: my first smau so sorry if it's kinda bad </3 it's my first time writing anything on here actually. lmk how i can improve !! hope u enjoy:)

playlist | part 2

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_ynln red is soo my color (and my dog's 😈) liked by tatemcrae, laufey, radvxz and others

↳ radvxz FINE SHYTTTT

↳ tatemcrae sosososo stunning

↳ user2 body coffee cus tea is too weak

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alex_albon if you think about it, blue's a great color ykwim liked by georgerussell63, lando, and others

↳ williamsracing we get whatchu mean

↳ user1 any color looks great on you king

↳ albon_pets dad who's that bitch on the last slide

alex_albon changing the password now georgerussell63

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tagged: _ynln, alex_albon sei4strii this is so random but i saw their latest captions and pls tell me you guys see the vision too liked by tatemcrae, cassiesbookss, lando, and others

↳ user1 WAITT I SEE IT YUP YUPPPP

↳ user2 get a job challenge impossible

↳ user3 wait no let her cook

↳ user4 tate and lando in the likes hello!!

↳ lando This is so random but ykw i'm here for it liked by tatemcrae

↳ user6 do you guys think we can pull a nassie 2.0

lando idk who the hell nassie is but im in user7 you know what hell yeah user8 YESYEUSYEYS cassiesbookss i'm not on this side of the internet but yes user9 CASSIE APPROVES !!!!!!!!!

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now playing: Just Keep Watching - Tate McRae _ynln end of march life update!! my fyp (and a certain friend of mine) has forced me to get into f1 liked by tatemcrae, lando, charles_leclerc, and others

↳ user1 f1 you say...

↳ tatemcrae what are your thoughts on becoming a wag

_ynln i mean why not heh user2 OKAY SO THERE'S THIS GUY

↳ lando alex_albon

user3 oh he just went for it 😭 tatemcrae real subtle alex_albon ???? georgerussell63 You're the worst wingman ever

↳ user3 FAV DRIVER RN

_ynln carlos sainz !! lando wrong answer pick again _ynln sorry? carlossainz55 Sorry about lando he's a bit immature

↳ user4 you'd be a great wag *wink

_ynln thanks! i think?

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tagged: georgerussell63 alex_albon my real wag liked by lando, kimi.antonelli, and others

↳ user1 is this muhluhmuh

↳ user2 so there's this girl...

↳ lando how would you feel being a singer's boyfriend

alex_albon cool i guess? lando what do you think of _ynln tatemcrae wow lando that was REAL subtle

↳ georgerussell63 bro...

↳ charles_leclerc happy pride 🏳️‍🌈🌈✨🙏🧑‍🤝‍🧑

↳ carmenmmundt he's all yours. good luck!

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tagged: carlossainz55 _ynln first and definitely not the last time attending a race :) liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, alex_albon and others

↳ user1 making carlos sign ferrari merch is CRIMINAL

_ynln I KNOW IM SORRY THIS IS ALL THE MERCH I HAD user2 girl just buy williams merch _ynln God forbid a girl saves money 💔 user3 so while we're on the topic of williams...

↳ user23 nooo why ferrari

_ynln red is my color also they're kinda cool even tho they kinda suck scuderiaferrari excuse me? _ynln no wait im sorry i didnt mean it lewishamilton "kinda suck" ????? no need to be nice

↳ williamsracing i bet you'd look great in blue liked by carlossainz55, lando, and others

↳ alex_albon nice to finally meet the person they've been trying to set me up with

_ynln i know right i was genuinely confused who you were for a quick sec user5 NOBODY MOVE user6 PAUSE user7 OKAY OKAYYYY tatemcrae i think we're doing a spectacular job lando sei4strii can i pls be a flower girl at your wedding

↳ user8 everywhere but that damn studio

user9 next time she gets in it pls let it be a love song abt alex

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alex_albon solid weekend, i really enjoyed the (lego) race and meeting new people :) liked by _ynln, williamsracing, carlossainz55, and others

↳ user1 WOAHHHH OKAY HARD LAUNCHING ALREADY

↳ user2 whaaaattt y/n and alex???? that's soooo random.... we definitely did NOT plan this.....

↳ user3 the new wag is so pretty! who is she?

user4 y/n l/n, a singer user3 just listened to one of her songs and DAMN user5 REALEST REACTION

↳ user6 alexa play that should be me

↳ _ynln so nice to finally meet you :)) tnx for letting me in the williams hospitality

alex_albon it's not ferrari but you're always welcome here, i'll always argue with the guards for you _ynln well then i mighttt have a new fav team now... (after all carlos is ur teammate) scuderiaferrari wow traitor carlossainz55 thats what you get for replacing me williamsracing haha suck it 😛

↳ albon_pets YES WE'RE FINALLY GETTING A MOM

alex_albon georgerussell63 log out rn

↳ user7 they're so cute and they're not even together yet i can't.

↳ lando could our work finally be done? tatemcrae

tatemcrae almost 😈 just a bit more

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now playing: Close To You - Gracie Abrams _ynln hey alexa how do you talk to a guy who's the complete opposite of you no glue no borax liked by laufey, tatemcrae, radvxz and others

↳ user1 pause what guy

↳ user2 please tell me that guy is alex

↳ laufey if you have the answer please let me know too!

_ynln will do babes, will do 😞

↳ user3 the guy is alex right?

↳ user4 why is your calendar on october 23rd 😭

_ynln i unfortunately haven't updated it since last year 😣 user5 guess whose driver number is 23

↳ radvxz trick question you just don't talk to him

_ynln thanks for the help

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now playing: Femininomenon - Chappell Roan alex_albon a day in a life liked by _ynln, carlossainz55, lando, and others

↳ user1 alex in his influencer/vlogger era

↳ user2 i've seen enough. post a grwm

↳ user3 got here at 83 likes and y/n was one of them

user4 well i'll be damned if we actually nassie'd them

↳ user5 him and y/n lead such different lives liked by _ynln

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[haloangelfics]

CHAPTER ONE

"Couch, couch, couch!" Zoey, Mira, and Y/n cheered in unison, stumbling into the living room with arms full of snacks.

They crashed onto the couch like war heroes returning from battle. The soft cushions welcomed them, melting months of stress from their bodies.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff,” Zoey sighed contentedly, wriggling into the plush comfort like a satisfied cat.

Y/n simply nodded, stretching out along the longer side of the couch. For once, her body was still. At peace.

A break.

Finally,

After weeks of back-to-back calls, last-minute crisis , endless interviews—silence. Blissful, precious silence.

But her mind couldn’t rest. Not truly. Not when she knew this peace was borrowed time.

Her eyes flicked to the other girls—Zoey and Mira, laughing softly, already sharing snacks. They were everything Y/n wished she could be. 

Real. Human. Free.

She blinked away the thought, but it came back louder. The mission. That cursed reminder that echoed through her bones.

She hadn’t come here to make friends. She hadn’t come here to belong. She came with a purpose—a dark one.

Her chest tightened.

And then the voice came.

“Is that doubt I hear, little princess?”

The voice coiled in her skull like smoke, poisonous and mocking.

“Remember your duty. Fail, and I’ll make sure these voices tear through you—day and night.”

Y/n flinched, hands flying to her ears as her breath grew shallow. She curled into herself, blinking rapidly as the sting of tears crept in. A warm hand touched her shoulder, making her flinch.

"Y/n?" Zoey’s voice was soft. Mira leaned over, brows furrowed with concern. "You okay? What happened?"

Y/n forced a smile, shaky but believable.

"I’m fine. Just… thinking about how far we’ve come. It’s kind of bittersweet knowing I’ll be leaving soon.”  The partial truth is always better than a full lie.

Mira frowned but didn’t press. “Yeah, it sucks. But after I retire, we’re definitely getting matching tattoos.” She held up a fist with a smirk. "Hell yeah," Y/n grinned, and for a moment, the weight lifted. They melted back into the couch like nothing had happened.

Y/n closed her eyes, a small smile spreading her lips. Just for a few more days, just a little while longer to feel this peace. She needed a bit more time to feel emotions that weren't despair , remorse and grief. 

A familiar voice broke her thought pattern, opening her eyes, she squinted at Rumi who was standing in the doorway with a devilish grin—and wearing the single , Golden performance costume. “Heyy. Have a good break?”

"No, What? We literally just sat down" Mira groaned, sitting up.

Not seeing this as a good sign, Y/n grabbed her phone hoping that what she thinks isn't true.

"No way she released it already." She muttered to herself, quickly opening YouTube.

"Rumi, why are you in costume?" Zoey asked, panic rising in her voice as she gave a nervous chuckle. 

"Rumi, you didn’t!" They both cried in horror.

Rumi only shrugged with a smug smile, making Y/n sigh as she rubbed the bridge of her nose staring at her phone “Unfortunately… she did and better yet promo starts tonight.”

Groans echoed from the couch. "We just sat down!" Rumi tossed their costumes at them with glee. 

Y/n rolled her eyes but then turned her phone to show the screen. “Look on the bright side—Golden just hit #1 globally. Less than an hour since release.”

Hearing that cheers erupted from the girls. They jumped from the couch, snacks long forgotten.

"LET’S GOOOO PROMO!" Y/n shouted, laughing with them as they scrambled to get ready.

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The stage lights were glowing hues of gold and white as the girls were performing Golden. Even when performing they looked stunning, energetic and most of all genuine, like they would give nothing in exchange for this. 

Y/n watched from the screen backstage, a proud smile on her face as she looked at them perform. For the first time in centuries, she felt soft....happy even. All the other times the only emotions she felt were grief , misery and remorse. An emotion suited for a creature, for a demon like her. The voices in her head were proof of that. 

People may think demon's don't feel from old folklore but that's all demons do. They feel, they indulge in their feelings that slowly eat them away , day by day , week by week , year by year....the voices in them only grow louder as time goes on, serving as a constant reminder of why they are here in the first place.

Shaking off those thoughts, Y/n looked back up at the screen, seeing Rumi's voice crack. 'Huh? That's strange? Rumi's voice never cracks' she thought to herself as they started performing again.

"I'm done hiding 

Now i'm shining

Like i'm born to-"

Rumi let out a cough, her voice cracking in the process. Zoey and Mira looked worried as they asked if she was okay. Y/n was worried as well, she saw on the screen that Rumi showed five fingers, usually meaning she was going to take a five minute break.

The live starts in ten minutes though, Y/n thought to herself before taking off from her place. She was worried, what happened to Rumi? These past few days she hasn't even been herself, does this have to do something with the Honmoon? 

"I hope she's okay," Y/n muttered to herself, her footsteps quickening as she neared Rumi's dressing room. The hallway was quiet, the usual buzz of backstage chatter eerily absent. Just as she was about to turn the corner, a sharp pain struck her side—sudden and jarring, like a needle piercing through muscle.

White-hot pain exploded in her chest. Her knees buckled. She fell to the floor, gasping. She tried to hold onto something…anything, the pain got worse , tears covering her vision as the voices in her head became louder.

"No no no" she chanted to herself, hugging her knees. Sweat slid down her forehead as she looked up and there it was, the one thing she despised more than herself.

Above her, violet fire ripped through the sky, blooming like wings. Crackling. Hungry. Unnatural.

Gwi Ma.

The sole reason for her misery, the sole reminder of her misery. Her teary eyes now became void of emotion, her lips one trembling now formed into a straight line. Just like she had practiced all those years ago, never show him your weakness. 

"It's come to my attention that my little princess has started to show care for a useless demon hunter, hm?"

Y/n didn’t move. Her breath was ragged, her eyes locked on the flames. Her face was cold, unreadable despite feeling disgust when he had called her his as if she was his prized possession. 

"I’m doing what you asked," she said, voice cold and distant. The fire surged, burning her human skin as she took a step back in pain.

“Watch your tone. I own you.”

In a blink, her disguise dissolved. Y/n stood—not as their cheerful manager—but in her true form. A black dress, shredded at the ends, clung to her pale purple skin. Glowing golden eyes pierced through the smoke. Jagged violet markings coiled along her arms. The air crackled with her power, both divine and damned. 

She hated her true form, hated the creature she was beneath her disguise and yet she stood tall not letting her fear come to surface 

"Don't forget who you princess" Gwi Ma's voice grumbled, shaking the ground beneath her.

- 400 years ago -

Y/n L/n , Princess of the women led country, Yurina. A country with a 70% women population, everything there was led by a woman. From small street markets to the throne. A throne that belonged to her sister, Miria. 

Despite being born royal, Y/n didn't feel like it. All the tea parties , ball gowns and official events she had attended alongside her sister, made her realise how fake being royal can truly be. 

From the moment she could walk, she was guided each step, not on her own but by the expectations of others, her family, her beloved sister. Hands were on elbows all the time. Voices whispering instructions in her ears.

“Smile, Princess Y/n.” “Sit straight, Princess Y/n.” “Don't speak unless spoken to Princess Y/n.” All these voices were a constant reminder that she had to do what to be told. 

She couldn’t see the world like others did, but she could feel it — heavy, structured , suffocating. Every hallway in the palace was lined with history untold to the world, history she'd never be allowed to escape. Thus, it all led to one thing and one thing only.

The Throne. 

From young, everyone who was close to her made sure to let her know that she was the next in line, the next to rule the world. At least, that's what the scrolls said. But the palace never truly considered her a worthy queen, worthy to lead the people of Yurina. Not because she was uneducated or unkind — which is not true — but the sole fact that she was born blind, born with a defect that brought shame to her family's name, her sister's name.

The palace people pitied the poor girl in silence, never once bringing it up. They had acted as though blindness made her as fragile as a glass. Her sister, the Queen, loved her deeply and did everything to protect her from the world's cruelty, the world that Y/n couldn't and would never see but in reality even love has its boundaries.

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One day, a traveling bipa player arrived at the palace gates. His name was Jinu—a commoner wearing torn and worn out clothes, so shoes to protect his feet and bipa on his hands. He was brought to perform before the court as a novelty, someone to entertain the nobles with melodies from the outside world.

Y/n's sister raised her hands as a silent motion to begin. 

The moment his fingers touched the strings and his voice rose into the air, the entire room fell silent.

"I came with nothing but chords and air,

A voice to wander, an open heart everywhere.

But in your stillness, I was addressed by name,

A spirit untagged by rank or fame.

No need of vision to truly see,

For in your silence, you looked at me."

It was as if the heavens had kissed his throat and left gold and honey behind.

Y/n listened to the man’s voice, her breath caught in her throat. She has never heard such a beautiful and melodic voice. At this moment Y/n had never wished more to be able to see someone’s face. Her calm and stoic turned into one that held softness as she continued listening to him, fingers tapping to the rhythm. 

The Queen, her sister noticed the way Y/n leaned forward, how her face softened with each note.

“He is just a measly commoner Y/n, don’t fall for it, afterall royalty and commoners are like water and oil..they never match” her sister warned her. Hearing those words Y/n quickly returned to her usual expressionless face. Her once tilted lips now formed a straight line , her tapping hands folded nicely on her lap. 

The song ended as Jinu bowed his head at the nobles. Y/n's sister looked at the man's filthy state taking a slight pity on him, a beautiful voice but a dirty face.

Y/n felt a shift beside her, Miria got up walking to the bipa player slowly , confidently. Like a lion locking its next target.

“So, commoner…you sure do have a voice blessed by the heavens” she started, circling him slowly. He looked at her, eyes that held nothing but fear. The Queen had the right  to do anything to him then and there, after all she was the highest authority in the kingdom.

“And my sister seems to have taken an interest in you.”

Jinu's head turned sharply toward you. You felt his gaze before he even said a word — long, hesitant, like he couldn’t believe what he was looking at.

He didn’t speak. Just… stared. As if you were a question he didn’t know how to answer.

You sat still, expression unreadable, used to people staring for the wrong reasons. But his stare felt different. Less like judgment. More like awe.

Like he had never seen someone like you before — like you didn’t belong in the same world as him.

Snap.

The queen’s fingers cut the air, and Jinu blinked, startled back into the present.

“She is off-limits,” the queen said sharply. “And she is your future queen.”

His shoulders tensed. He didn’t argue, just swallowed hard as the queen stepped closer, her presence overwhelming.

“Tell me your price,” she said, her voice crisp.

He hesitated. “P… price?”

“Yes.” Her tone was steady. “What do you want in exchange for staying here?”

Jinu looked down at his hands. Calloused. Scarred. Out of place in this glittering palace. His voice came low, like he wasn’t sure he deserved to say it out loud.

“I… I want to be full. I want to have more than scraps. I want a room with a door that locks. Food that doesn’t run out.”

He paused, then added, even softer

“I want my mother to stop breaking her back working jobs that never pay enough. I want my sister to wear clothes that haven’t been passed down three times. I want them to feel safe. Warm. Proud.”

There was silence. And then the queen asked, without hesitation, 

“Choose one.”

Jinu froze.

You could feel the shift in the room — the weight of her words dropping like stone.

His breath hitched. He didn’t speak right away.

And in that silence, you heard it all — the guilt, the torn loyalty, the hope that maybe, somehow, he wouldn’t have to choose.

But he did.

And when he finally looked up, his voice cracked as he said, “I…I choose me.”

It wasn’t a proud answer. It wasn’t brave. It was small. Quiet. Heavy with shame. He looked like he hated himself for saying it — but not enough to take it back.

You stayed still, letting the truth of it settle.

He had the chance to give them the life he always wanted for them — but for once, for the first time maybe… he wanted to be the one who got saved.

And he said it out loud.

And somehow, that honesty — that raw, broken choice — felt sadder than any silence.

“Very well then. Neela , Sumi get this man a room, clothes and some food to eat” The Queen told her ladies in waiting , they did as she told and took him away.

Y/n felt her sister's presence beside her again. 

A cold hand touched her chin, lifting it. “Y/n you know I love you and would give the world for you…so please don't take my words the wrong way. Remember how Ma married our father who was a commoner and where did he lead her? Nowhere.” Maria's thumb caressed Y/n cheeks as she looked at her with loving eyes.

“I don't want the same thing to happen to you, I know what's best for you”

And with that, her sister left. Guards following her, leaving Y/n alone in the throne room…alone with her thoughts. Thoughts of a certain bipa player.

- Present  -

Y/n's eyes stayed locked on the purple flame, but they shimmered now—wet with unshed tears. Memories clawed their way to the surface, unwanted and unrelenting. 

Every flicker of the flame pulled at a thread in her chest, unraveling the pain she had buried so carefully.

Then came the voice.

“I see I’ve hit a nerve, princess.”

Gwi Ma's voice was a low, wicked drawl—taunting, almost amused. The purple flame responded to his twisted amusement, burning hotter, more intensely—brighter than the sun.

Y/n didn't stir, but the sorrow in her eyes transformed into something else. Anger. Her jaw clenched, her fists were tightly closed at her sides. Her lips were pressed into a thin, tight line.

"Either you want this done, in which case let me go back," she spat, her voice rough with emotion. "Or don't waste my time."

There was an icy silence. Then that detested voice again—smooth, sadistic.

"As you wish," he drawled, his smile even in the silence as his voice moved back into the darkness. "But remember this… whatever you do… he'll never be yours."

And the world snapped back.

Y/n gasped, jolting forward as if she'd been submerged underwater. Her hand flew to her chest, fist curling into the material as her heart thrummed wildly beneath. Sweat rolled down her temple, her breath coming in short stabs. The cold of reality closed back in around her—but the ache in her chest remained.

Bang.

The loud bang of a door slamming shut made her startle.

Footsteps—quick and desperate—echoed down the hall. Her eyes snapped toward the sound, catching a glimpse of long, purple hair disappear around the corner.

"Rumi…" she breathed, recognition hitting her like a lightning bolt. No delay—Y/n took off after, feet pounding against the ground.

They weren't at the rooftop yet, but Rumi was heading there. Y/n's instincts screamed it.

As she crept closer, she saw it—Rumi with her back to her, pulling off her jacket with shaking hands. The light danced across her skin.

Y/n froze.

Her breath hitched.

Scars.

Not just any scars—marks. Red, brutal burn marks seared into her skin, the same as Y/n's. The ones that never faded. The ones that pulsed when the demon inside stirred.

Y/n's blood ran cold.

"A human…?" she whispered, stepping back into the shadows, heart racing.

"No… not just human."

Her voice was a whisper.

"A human… who's half demon?"

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[laufeysvalentine]

blueberry pancakes, sirius black

sirius black x fem!reader | masterlist

summary ༄ sirius x fem!reader ... sirius wakes up to you making breakfast. insane amount of fluff, newly dating, sirius is DOWN BAD.

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nora’s notes ༄ first drabble i've written!! hope u enjoy

The first thing Sirius does when he wakes up is check for you. It’s not the first time he’s stayed over at your place, but it’s still early enough that he doesn’t have a drawer of his things here. He’s never thought of himself as a domestic type, but that thought of having his clothes in your drawers tickles his heart. God, he wants to write grocery lists with you, wants to do the dishes to the sound of your voice, wants to do your laundry in a single basket, just to see your lives intertwined together. He likes you. Maybe too much. 

His palm splays across the bed. Empty. 

He rolls back over with a low groan. Where are you? The sun slips through your blinds, spotlighting the skin of his bare chest. He pulls one of your pillows over his head to block it out while listening for where you are in the house. 

Clang. Definitely the kitchen. It sounds like you’re cooking something. A lazy smile tugs at his mouth. He’s excited to see you, as much as he would for a friend he hadn’t seen in a few months. There’s something about you that calls to his hands; he wants to be touching you, admiring you, always. 

He stumbles out of bed less reluctantly now, pulls on a pair of boxers and wanders downstairs. 

You’re in the kitchen, wearing his kidnapped shirt (it looks better on you anyways) and mixing up blueberries into a pancake batter. You look like love itself. 

An overwhelming fondness for you—for that streak of white flour in your hair, for your hip cocked against your kitchen counter, for your lovely, lovely smile as you notice him in the doorway—spills into him. He walks into your kitchen, arms twisting around you, and drops a kiss onto your shoulder. Your soft sound of surprise makes his heart ache with affection. He likes you so much already that he’s worried he might burst with more time alone with you. 

“Thought you ditched me in bed,” he whispers into your ear. 

You turn, poking your nose into his cheek, giving him a quick peck. “Were you heartbroken?” 

“Very.” He nods solemnly. “But I suppose pancakes could make up for it.” 

“Mmm, that’s too bad, because these are all for me,” you respond, slipping out of his embrace to turn on your stove. 

“You’re going to eat all of those pancakes? There’s enough batter for, like, ten,” he says skeptically. 

“Sirius Black!” You swat his shoulder lightly, pretending to act scandalized. “You never comment on what a woman eats, you dog.” 

“I’d apologize, but I can’t deny the truth.” He encircles you again, lets his teeth graze at the side of your neck. 

“Stop biting me,” you murmur, pouring pancake batter onto the pan. 

“I can’t help it,” he responds. “You taste good.” 

You roll your eyes, turning to chuck a stray blueberry at his face. “Shut it.” 

He backs up just a step to catch the blueberry with ease, popping it into his mouth with a smirk. “Delicious. But still not as sweet as you.” 

“Quit the flirting, Black, I might just begin to think you like me,” you tease, flipping your pancake. 

“I sure hope you know I like you. Why else am I sacrificing my beauty sleep, awake so early on a Sunday morning, just for you?” He flops onto your counter, peeking up at your face, framed by the late morning sun. Your eyelashes are glowing in the light, bathed in some kind of angel’s halo. “You kept me up last night.” 

“You should go back to sleep.” You raise an eyebrow, a cheeky smile kissing your lips. So pretty. “Lord knows you need that extra beauty sleep.” 

“Are you calling me ugly?” He pouts, rising to squish your face between his hands. You smell like sunshine and blueberries and everything good that Sirius has ever known. “I can’t believe it.” 

“My deepest apologies, my lord,” you say. “Whatever will I do to make up for it?” 

“A kiss and a proper apology would suffice,” he decides, lips pulling down into a fake frown. 

You lean in and he can’t fight his smile, closing his eyes. Just when your lips are about to touch, you grab a fistful of flour and toss it into his face. He sputters, coughing, wiping his eyes to wash away the powder. 

“Oh, it is so, so on,” he says, blindly reaching for anything on your counter. He finds the spatula and flings the batter on it at you, splatting it onto your face and half-side tackling you, arms coming around to grab your waist. 

You turn around and your noses bump, breath mingling until all you’re breathing is each other. You kiss him like it’s all you want to do, pull back just to look at him again, to rove over his face. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” you say, wet kiss on the side of his mouth. 

You giggle and Sirius thinks it’s the most intoxicating thing in the world. He wants to get high on you, wants you running through his veins. He’s lucky, then, that there’s no such thing as an overdose from you. He doesn’t think he could ever get enough.

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IN WHICH you help out spencer reid, who’s being bullied

౨ৎ⋆˚࿔ spencer reid x sweetheart reader (highschool AU)

english lit. lunch with the girls. dance class after school. dinner with your parents.

you reviewed your schedule in your head as you walked down the stairs. today was going to be busy with lots of socialising, but it was nothing out of the ordinary for you.

reaching the second floor of the building, you made a left to the languages department, where nobody seemed to be at that time of the day. your ponytail was swinging as you walked, creating a little breeze that contrasted with the warm spring weather. ten minutes until your first class.

after all, you liked it that way. spending time with your friends and family, while trying your best to stay top of the class and take part in activities. it’s not like you’d ever known a single day of rest in your life, and now that you were thinking about it, you couldn’t think of the last time you’d ever been bored.

the empty hallway allowed you to reflect some more, the only sound present being the laughter of some guys that seemed to be walking away. but just as you walked past the lockers, something caught your attention.

sitting down against the wall, with his head between his legs, was a boy.

he couldn’t be much older than you, definitely not. from what you could see, at least, because he seemed more interested in his worn out converse than anything.

“hey,” you spoke tentatively, startling him a bit. he looked up, and - oh, he was beautiful.

the kind of beauty you read about in books. the soft gaze in his eyes was nothing like the lustful one that boys usually gave you. but you couldn’t think about this, not now. so, you brushed it off.

“uhm, are you alright ?”

stupid question, really. because the answer was obvious, and right in front of you.

his lips, pink and soft, were busted. his sharp jaw was clenched in fear. his long fingers, anxiously fiddling with the watch he wore over his shirt. and his eyes, his soft chocolate eyes were glassy, and framed by crooked glasses.

“yeah.” he answered almost automatically, not even bothering to make eye contact. the fact that someone was talking to him stunned him, and he tried his best not to let you see it.

but, as your older brother always said, you were one hell of a stubborn girl. so, you crouched down to his level and offered him one of your most genuine smiles. the kind that would make anyone with eyes fall in love with you.

“my question was stupid, let me try that again. your glasses are broken.” you stated.

he responded with a nod, gingerly taking the broken glasses off his face. not only were they broken, but so was his pride.

“so, who did that ?”

he avoided your gaze, debating wether or not he should tell the truth. “some guys… from the football team”

“right.” you chuckled quietly “of course it’s gonna be the brainless ones”

he couldn’t help but let out a little smile at that, not used to anyone laughing with him instead of at him. “no, pretty brainless of me to assume i’d be left alone for five minutes.”

you were not fully sitting down, cross legged next to him, and rummaged through your bag to take out a tissue and hand it to him. “so, what’s your name ?”

fuck. he’d been so distracted by your hypnotising smile and your sweet voice that he’d forgotten the basics. “uhm, sorry, right. i’m spencer. spencer reid.”

spencer reid.

you took the time to repeat his name, as to test the sound of it, before introducing yourself in return.

and after a couple of minutes, he wasn’t the deer in the headlights you caught moments ago. he was actually looking at you, and answering your questions. so, you learnt a couple of things about him.

spencer was a year older than you, he studied pretty much every subject that was taught here, and usually spent his time in the library, which must’ve been why the two of you had never crossed paths before.

“why exactly are you talking to me ?” he asked you curiously, when you’d let him ramble about the book that had fallen out of his bag.

it’s not that he didn’t appreciate it, he did. and even though you two were still sat against the lockers, he was currently the most comfortable he’d ever been, well, in all his highschool years. and he swore he felt something flutter in his chest when your knee brushed against his.

“because… you don’t deserve what they did to you. the least thing i can do is be there. but trust me, i wish i could beat them up or something” you said, a smile creeping up your face when he let out a real laugh.

so, step by step, he lowered his inhibitions and began talking more and more about himself. he explained, a bit reluctantly, how he’d grown up being used to getting comments from other classmates and that it had only worsened with the years.

when he told you what the boys had done to him earlier, you felt your heart shatter. how could anyone want to hurt this beautiful boy ? his mismatched socks and soft brown hair made him the most intriguing and precious person ever in your eyes.

“look,” you pointed to your ankles, lifting your jeans up to reveal your socks, bright pink and with pink bows sewn onto them. “not as cool as yours, but they’re my lucky pair”

spencer’s eyes brightened, “wait, you sewed that ?”

he didn’t actually care much about the socks, but right now, it felt like the most interesting conversation to have.

“yeah ! i’ve been trying some new things lately, i’d love to sew something on my jeans pockets next”

“huh, that’s interesting”

you nodded and let a couple of seconds pass, before looking back at him and saying “hey, spencer”

he looked up, looking at you with those eyes of his that you were already very fond of. “yes ?”

“i wish we’d met before”

your words, as simple as they were, took his breath away. because despite only knowing you for a few moments, he somehow had let his guard down, and felt like he could trust you. and maybe, just maybe, he dared to hope you could be his first ever friend… or maybe more.

“me too… me too”

[yoiisa]

hiii i really loved your bllk boys reacting to you having a nightmare and was wondering if you could make a part 2??? maybe with isagi (i love him sm). only if you want too of course :)

hope you have a wonderful day/night <3

bllk characters reacting to you having a nightmare .𖥔 ݁ ˖

w/ ISAGI YOICHI, SAE ITOSHI, AND KAISER MICHAEL

Tags: TW for depictions of a car crash in Isagi's fic!! slight angst, hurt/comfort, this is part two to this fic i wrote a little bit ago!!

ISAGI YOICHI ⋆˙⟡

It most definitely wasn't a good idea for you to go to bed right after seeing the news about the car accident in downtown Shibuya. To add onto all of this, Isagi hadn't responded to any of your messages, but here you were.

To be fair, you weren't sure if your brain could handle all the stress while you were awake. You figured that you'd be able to cope better with your worries in your dreams.

Yeah, right.

The lights of the famous crossing flicker in your mind, painting the world in technicolor beauty. Isagi's hand is gripped tight in yours as he silently leads you through the city.

"Yoichi, are you okay?" you ask, the sound a bit distorted by your dream. He doesn't respond though, just continues trailing ahead of you with your hands linked. You try a few more times to get his attention, but nothing works.

It isn't until you give up on calling him that you realize the two of you have trailed straight into the middle of the crossing when all the stoplights have the red hand brightly displayed. Horns start honking, and your heart rate increases.

"Yoichi, stop! There are cars coming!" you shout, but once again it falls on deaf ears. You're left with only one choice.

Summoning all your strength, you wrench your arm from his grip and fall back into the crowd just in time to see Isagi get-

No, no, no!

There are a few shouts as people call for ambulances and help, but you can't seem to rip your eyes away from the horrific sight in front of you. There's so much blood. The sounds all around you muddy into the background. Your eyes are blurred as hot tears roll down your cheeks. This can't be happening. This can't be happening!

This is a dream you vaguely recall, but it all feels so real that your brain feels like it's short circuiting. You feel directionless, unsure of what's up and what's down.

"Ma'am, ma'am! [name]! Hey, can you hear me? [name]!"

You gasp as your eyes dart open. You're in your bedroom, with Isagi hovering over you. His blue eyes are wide and terrified as his thumbs stroke your cheeks, wiping away tears.

"It's- woah there!"

You shoot up in bed and hug him desperately, your hands and fingers digging into his shoulders. You sob into his neck, fat and hot tears stubbornly falling from your eyes. You want to stop crying, after all it was just a dream, but you can't. Your body feels like it's buzzing, the terror of your nightmare refusing to ebb. He nuzzles into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist.

"Shh, shh, don't cry," Isagi whispers as he rubs your back. "It's okay, I'm here."

SAE ITOSHI ⋆˙⟡

When the two of you first started living together, you told Sae upfront that you talk in your sleep. Sae seemed slightly annoyed, but it wasn't enough to deter him in any serious way. It'd been around five months since you moved in with him, and he told you that he hadn't heard anything, so that was relieving.

Well, at least until last night.

The night had started out simple enough, with you and Sae going to bed around the same time. What he hadn't anticipated though was the small squeaks that started leaving your mouth later on. They were barely audible at first, but then started growing in urgency and volume.

Sae groggily pushed himself up and checked his phone. 1:32 A.M. He cocked his head over to look at you. Your eye brows were furrowed and your face was red. You looked like you were having trouble breathing. Were you sick? Sae rested a hand on your forehead, but you weren't hot enough for it to be anything worse than a mild cold.

"[name]?" he calls, shaking your shoulder. "Hey, wake up."

"No," you moan, and he quirks his eyebrow. You sound like you're . . . in danger?

"[name], love, hey," he shakes you a more roughly, but you shy away from his grip.

You whimper and Sae feels himself growing more troubled.

"Don't go," you sob and Sae feels his heart shatter. He feels absolutely helpless. You won't wake up, and he doesn't know what to do.

With not much else direction, Sae lays himself over your body, pulling you into his chest. He lays kisses along your shoulder and neck, whispering sweet nothings.

"It's okay," he coos. "I'm here."

Eventually, you fall silent again. The crease in your eyebrow flattens, and your face isn't red anymore. Sae brushes a few strands of hair back from your head and kisses your temple. He gets out of bed and fills a glass of water, setting it on the nightstand after he comes back into the room. He climbs under the sheets again and presses himself against you as he drifts off to sleep himself.

KAISER MICHAEL ⋆˙⟡

Kaiser loves sleeping with you- in both meanings of that phrase. Sex with you is fun, for sure, but there's something special in the non-intimate nights as well. Pulling you into his chest or nuzzling his face into your chest. Every time the two of you fall asleep, Kaiser has to be touching some part of you. So obviously, when you get out bed, he notices within two minutes.

The sheets are cold and Kaiser lifts his head as soon as all his hand meets is blanket. His two-toned hair is messy and his eyes are only half open as he scans the bedroom, trying to find you. He blinks a little and pushes himself out of bed. He opens the door of the bedroom and walks out into the hallway, seeing the light in the kitchen glowing.

"[name]? Are you out there?" he yawns as he pads sleepily down the hallway.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I just wanted some water," you call back.

Kaiser stops at the entrance to the kitchen, leaning against the wall. He watches you with hooded eyes as you gulp down the rest of your drink. You rinse the glass and set it in the dish rack before walking over to him. You come to stand in front of him. Your shoulders slump and you rest your head on his chest.

"Misha," you whisper.

"Yes?" he asks, but you stay silent. He stares down at the top of your head and sighs. His arms wrap around your shoulders and pull you into his chest fully, your body molding against his.

"If you don't wanna talk, don't," he says, one hand coming up to pet your hair. "Let's go to bed, yeah liebe?"

You nod and he chuckles. He gently guides you back to the bedroom, his hand on your lower back. When you get back, you try to sit down and crawl under the covers, but Kaiser stops you.

He smirks as he pulls you back and shakes your head, "Nuh uh, liebe. Warten."

He pulls the sheets back and then picks you up. He lowers you into the mattress and with slow, deliberate movements, he tucks you in. He kisses your forehead and gently rubs your face with his thumb. The action is so sweet but somehow also over the top that you can't help but laugh.

Kaiser smiles as he watches you. "There she is," he mutters.

[emeraldserenade]

Heyyy iitss mee back with a husband!joaquin req cuz I'm obsessed with him. 😋😋

Okay! Have you seen that trend where the bridesmaids give spicy pics of the bride to the groom during the reception? Can we have that with joaquinnn!?? 😣🙏

(I just know he would melt in an instance)

I love you smm mwah mwah!! 💋

Your one and only

-🐞

Six Hours, Six Photos ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: You wanted to make the last few hours before you got married making Joaquín squirm

tw: fem!reader, childhood best friend!Joaquín, husband!Joaquín, suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Hi, 🐞!! I love this idea!! I hope you love this!!

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Joaquín has been in love with you since you two were in middle school and now he was about to marry you. The younger him was pinching himself, his dreams of marrying his best friend coming true. And you knew that, it's why you wanted to do something to make the day just a bit better.

You knew that Joaquín was probably anxious about not seeing you until you walked down the isle. So you had planned this a week in advance, it was a photoshoot you had your best friend help you with. The polaroid that Joaquín got for the purpose of having physical photos of you to keep in his wallet and phone case was used. You bought new film after seeing that there was no film in it, so you got the ones with hearts on the boarder.

Six bridesmaids, six photos, and six hours left until you two had to be on the alter, so it was time for your plan. Each bridesmaid had a specific photo and a specific hour.

The first one was one of your ex-worker turned friend, she had a pretty tame photo. Just one of you in Joaquín's old University of Miami shirts with the pretty blue lace panties you were wearing barely shown with how you were kneeling on the floor. Your hands were in your hair as you gently arched your back. She handed it to Joaquín as Sam, who was in on it, took a video to show you later. Joaquín took a glance before shoving it against his chest and glancing around. There was laughter as Joaquín waved people away from behind him before he took another glance at it. "Dios," Joaquín mumbled before shoving it in his pants pocket.

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An hour passed and another bridesmaid, Joaquín's sister Liliana, showed up at the groom's suite. "Hey, Qunio," she smirked, winking at the camera before handing Joaquín the photo.

You were laying on the middle of your and Joaquín's bed, the full light blue set on display. Your hands were above up with your legs gently bent at the knees while you arched your back again. You were looking to the side away from the camera, but the smile on your face was still visible. "Liliana, please tell me you didn't see this," Joaquín said, wanting to keep you all to himself.

"Like a glance, the only two who know exactly what they all look like is your wife and Kelly," Liliana said, the name of your high school friend making Joaquín look up. Kelly was a professional photographer, there was definitely more intense photos coming.

"There's more?" Joaquín questioned, his face getting red.

"Four more," Liliana smirked before leaving.

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Joaquín counted down the hour before another bridesmaid showed up, he was getting his hair done. "Got a mail delivery for the loverboy," Bella announced before waving the barber from behind Joaquín.

"Fuck," Joaquín sighed. You were in a different set this time, Joaquín's favorite. The yellow one you bought on a whim when Joaquín told you that his favorite color was yellow. It was skimpy and hugged everything in the perfect way. You were standing in front of the mirror of your room, your hands placed on the edges as you bent forward, the exact position Joaquín liked to have you in when he wanted you to see how you looked when he was making you feel good.

"You good there, man?" Sam questioned, his laugh barely concealed as he spoke. Joaquín was red and he shifted in his seat as he remembered the last time he had you in that position.

"Yes, no, fuck. I can't wait to marry her," Joaquín said, causing the room to laugh.

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The fourth photo was given to Joaquín as he was walking back into the room from the bathroom. Ellie, your little sister, was waiting inside the room. There was a smile on her face as she handed it to him. This photo was why Sam knew about the whole plan, you were in the Falcon suit. Well, actually, the wings and helmet with you in a matching green set. You had the biggest smile on your face as you stood against the window, the sun lighting you up from behind. Joaquín stared at the photo and blankly blinked as he brain worked so fast.

"He's broken," Sam laughed, he was told that whatever photo you took in the suit would be the fourth one.

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The second to last one was you in bed, naked with the blanket barely covering you. There were teases of skin with the carefully placed blanket. The side of your breast, the bare skin of your hip where Joaquín had left a hickey, your entire legs. "Holy shit," Joaquín quickly placed it in his jacket pocket.

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The last one was delivered by Kelly herself. "This is the best one," she told him as he handed it to him.

You were completely naked with Joaquín's dog tags around your neck, you were spread out on the bed. Your hands were resting on yourself, your engagement ring gently glinting in the sun through the window. The photo was angled at the perfect way to show your entire body while also showing your pussy. "Holy hell," Joaquín kept staring before Kelly laughed loud.

"Might wanna put it away, you've got an hour before you get married," Kelly said before leaving.

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Joaquín thought the photos were done but then you handed him one while sitting at your table. One that was only the two of you while everyone else also ate. "Baby, take this," you told him, holding your hand out.

"What is it?" Joaquín questioned before looking at it. It was clear you took it yourself, the photo was taken through the window. You were naked but there was whipped cream covering your nipples while you had a cherry hanging out of your mouth by the stem.

"Do you like it?" You laughed gently.

"Like it? I love it!" Joaquín said, pulling the others out of his pockets.

"I was going to get Kelly to take the last one too, but figured I should take it myself. She was already doing me a solid with the full naked one with your dog tags," you told him.

"I'm glad it was taken by you, adds to it," Joaquín told you, the photos now all together in his jacket pocket.

"Then you'll love the surprise I have for you later," you said, your mind wandering to the extra film you were planning to use later that night.

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[lilhughesy]

°•*⁀➷ YOU & LUKE — umich hockey au thoughts

warnings! slightly suggestive!

times you were caught on the ring doorbell!

- hockey house keeps a ring doorbell just in case

- but like 90% of the time, everyone uses it as a mini vlog camera

- the boys giving each other small updates like:

“on my way to practice, first one leaving because all you fuckers take too long”

“just came back from class… pretty sure i slept through the whole thing so i think i gotta convince bear somehow to give me her notes… if you guys have ideas on how to convince her, please let me know”

“yall im piss drunk rn- i dont even know if im making it to my room”

- but on some occasions, there’s a thing or two caught on the camera that definitely was not meant to be

- and it’s always you and luke together

- although there’s a few times where you are caught saying something out of pocket when you’re with one of the other guys

- especially when you’re with mackie or rutger

- or the one time you were with luca…

“Luca like he gave me a look!” You exclaimed as the two of you approached the front door before pausing momentarily, “Like, I’ve had these feelings for Luke for so long and I don’t know if we’re just hooking up or if he actually likes me too!”

Luca’s eyes widened slightly as he searched for his keys in his different pockets, “Like what kind of look?”

You imitated the look by giving a small smile with softened eyes filled with admiration and love, “This kind of look!”

“Oh girl, he definitely likes you if he looked at you like that,” Luca chuckled while pulling out his lanyard with various keys on it before a voice spoke out of the small ring doorbell,

“You and Lukey are fucking?!!” Mark’s voice exclaimed from the small speaker, though he spoke so loudly that it broke up a bit, “I have that shit on camera! That’s proof!”

You glanced at Luca before your entire face turned bright red, “Mark, I swear to god!”

“No, no, no- I have that on video! I fucking knew it, now come inside and tell me everything!!” Mark’s voice rang out again as Luca opened the front door.

Your head dropped as you slowly walked through the door and past Luca, who only gave you a short comforting pats on your upper back,

“Good job.”

“Shut up, Luca.”

- that was embarrassing but luckily when you caught mark up on your situation, he deleted the video from the camera’s history

- so hopefully, luke didn’t see it either

- after that you tried being more careful on what you say in front of the camera

- especially when you’re talking with luca, mark, rut, or ethan

- who were the ones who were more aware of the situation you were in

- but sometimes you couldn’t keep your excitement hidden and you forgot about the little ring camera

You quickly slipped on your shoes, carefully not to be seen by the other hockey players after leaving Luke’s room. You had spent the night with him at the hockey house for once — something the two of you rarely did since you had your own place. Which guaranteed privacy for the two of you, but after studying late into the night together, he told you to spend the night rather than going home so late.

And as usually, things happened between the two of you.

You quietly opened the front door and softly closed it behind you, hoping that no one would’ve heard your movements.

You sighed, relieved that you got out of the house without being caught. Your shoulders relaxed as your mind went back to the things Luke had whispered into your ear last night and even early in the morning. The low rasp of his morning voice mixed with the words he spoke, had your stomach doing flips and your heart racing.

Your arms wrapped around your middle as you bounced lightly on the balls of your feet, feeling giddy and happy at the thought of Luke. It was the same feeling that you felt as a young teenager with your first crush.

“Oh my god,” You giggled as your hands formed small fists to your sides to squeeze out your excitement, “Is he even real?”

You paced on the small spot on the front porch as you danced with the memories of the night before, of his strong biceps bracketing your head and the soft kisses he left on your hot skin.

The screen of your phone lit up with a text notification from Luke,

lukey pookie: Sorry that you had to leave so fast :( I hate hiding you but you know how these guys are

lukey pookie: I had a great time with you :) You’re amazing and perfect in every way <3 See you later?

You reread the messages a few times over before jumping a few small jumps. As your heart soared at his texts, your cheeks were sore from smiling and they were dusted a light shade of pink.

“Luke Hughes, the things you do to me!” You breathed out before typing out a response and walking away from the front door to head back to your place.

As you were walking you felt your phone buzz in your pocket, with a notification

eddie!!: No way you and Hughes fucked when we were ALL home and sleeping

eddie!!: Idk if I should applaud you guys or be disgusted for that

eddie!!: And stop forgetting that we have a Ring Camera!!!!

eddie!!: Also it’s adorable how happy Luke makes you, it makes me happy that you two found each other. You guys deserve it. You make him just as happy btw

- and from there you basically stopped saying anything in front of the door to the hockey house

- you didn’t want to risk ANYTHING

- whether it be the guys finding out more about you and luke, or luke seeing how giddy you get at the thought of him

- but just because you were extra careful around the ring doorbell, doesn’t mean the rest of the guys were

It was late at night and you had spent your evening at the hockey house since Tyler and Dylan were cooking dinner and insisted that you joined. The entire evening was filled with laughter and sneaky little glances at Luke, and Luke stealing a few touches here and there when no one else was looking. Whether it be a squeeze to your thigh, hands on your hips as he walked behind you, or the backs of your hands brushing against each other.

Luke, as always, offered to walk you home afterwards — which you were never one to decline. He opened the front door for you, motioning with his head for you to exit the home first. You stepped out, immediately being greeted by the crisp night breeze and the gentle light from the small lamp hanging above the front door. Luke closed the door behind him and flipped his cap to be backwards on his head.

He gave you the same small smile with the sparkle in his blue eyes as he looked down at you, fully admiring you without hesitation.

“Hey,” He said softly, “It’s finally just you and me.”

You reciprocated the same smile back at the tall hockey player, “Yeah, I guess so.”

“So, I guess I can finally do this.”

His left hand gently cupped your waist as he carefully guided you towards the outer wall of the house, pining you against it with his right arm supporting his weight above your head. Luke had his eyes fixated on you, his pupils dilated while you took a sharp inhale as you back contacted the siding.

The hand on your waist slowly travelled up your side, his fingers just barely skimming over you as they made their way to hold your cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” Luke asked, his voice just slightly above a whisper.

You nodded eagerly, “Please.”

His eyes softened as his gaze melted with yours before he leaned down to press a kiss on your lips. Your arms wrapped themselves around his neck with your wrists crossing behind his head as you pulled him closer.

“I’ve been dying to do that all night,” He mumbled against your lips before pecking you again, “Just can’t do it with all the guys around.”

You giggled, feeling your cheeks getting warmer, “You should stay the night at mine.”

“You think?”

“You fuckers forget we have the ring camera!” Tyler’s voice rang out from the door, “Y’all need to get a room and it better not be Hughes’ room inside this house!”

Luke covered your body with his larger one from the camera, in attempts to minimize your embarrassment, “Oh shut the fuck up, T Dukes- Why the fuck are you even watching the cameras anyways?”

“You better be safe and wrap it tonight!” Mackie chimed in with a snicker, “Can’t have baby Hughes running around just yet!”

“Fuck off Mackie!” Luke groaned as he guided you down the steps, “Y’all need to get a life and stop stalking mine!” He added as the two of you walked down the driveway.

You burst into a fit of giggles as you got further away from the house, “They definitely know now.”

“I think they’ve known for a while honestly,” Luke chuckled before pressing a kiss to your hair as his fingers reached to intertwine with yours.

[cherrys-muses]

i am just gonna do this here and add a ‘see more’ button since it will more than likely get too long 😔

FIRST OF ALL i wanna start with @geminiwritten — the absolute, most sweetest person with a beautiful soul i’ve ever spoken to on this site. one of the accounts i ALSO check to see if she’s posted anything new to divulge in. i’m someone who isn’t very good at reading super long stories, i won’t lie, but i can EASILY get lost in her writing and feel like i am IN the story with no problem or confusion — everything is so thoroughly thought out. 100%, no fail. she deserves MORE HYPE !!!!!!!!!!! it’s crazy how she’s posting these writings for FREE. i have also read fics of people that i don’t necessarily read for on here off of her page, and was blown away honestly. you can tell bee is excited about writing by the way she shares things, or even updates about anything new she’s working on — it’s admirable. bee is genuinely such a warm and kind person. i’m so happy i stayed up til six in the morning lost in her works and im so happy that i can say we are mutuals (not in a weird way 💔) i could sit and write more but 💔

@rebelfell !!!!!! someone who i’ve admired always, even from my last account, i would always be excited to look at anything new she would post! she absolutely deserves all the hype she gets, plus more. i was honestly so flabbergasted when she followed me back.

@28bohemianmoons is another mutual who blows me away with their talent! i haven’t ever personally spoken with her, or anything, but i can tell she’s very genuine and kind! ❤️

@glassbxttless !!! ugh, she’s so wonderful with her writing as well — of course — even doing us a favor by writing characters who barely get the love they deserve!!!! everyone say ‘thank you cece’.

@urmum-lovesme — when i tell you she is another writer that’s on here who easily sucks you into their writing with absolutely no problem, it’s insane. i need to catch up on her story, i haven’t yet! but i need to get on that.

@eiightysixbaby !!! another kind soul who is (obviously) very wonderful at writing!!!

@punk-in-docs — when i tell you …. i screamed the VERY first time she had followed me on my other account when i was very deep and in my joseph quinn phase (still am, that man is never going away). she’s a very, very talented writer as well.

@keeryhours — sage will 100% EAT at anything she posts, NO DOUBT!!! and she’s also so very kind ❤️ definitely deserves more love!

@pretty-little-mind33 one of the first aaron taylor johnson accounts i had become friends with — and will never ever regret it. sky is such a lovely person and genuinely so kind and talented!

@fear-is-truth. there is NOT enough things i can say about jackie. i remember following her about a year ago and i remember when she hadn’t branched out yet with different fandoms and how she would apologize for her english (which she never had too at all!!!!), but looking at her account now and seeing how far she’s come, i’m so so proud of her and how much she’s evolved. she’s always been someone who is crazy talented yet just couldn’t see it herself. again, so so proud of jackie and will lover her forever and have such a special place for her in my heart. ❤️

@thecreelhouse …. syl …. oh my word . there’s so much you could say about them, but two words; talented and genuine. you can also tell how much she puts into her writings and i hate that she can’t tell how talented she is. it’s insane that i can consider her as a friend ❤️.

@starkeyvhs — kez!!! such a lovely soul who is so so talented 🩷 i remember her review on a writing i had posted (and now deleted) and how much i had smiled during the whole thing and how it will forever stick with me. i still need to catch up on some stuff she’s posted me in, but she is such a talented, sweet girl!!!

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@marchsfreakshow — duckie, i absolutely love you. such a kind hearted, genuine friend and a talented writer. there’s things i definitely still have to catch up on, BUT im going to soon!!! ❤️ everyone deserves a duckie.

@littlexdeaths!!! i haven’t really spoken to her in a while, but i will never forget the times i have an how she was always so kind and genuine towards me or others.

@taintandviolent ….. lizzie, lizzie. lizzie. when i had first started out and started slowly writing/reading for evan peters, she was the first account id found and would ALWAYS and never fail to come back too, to see if there was ANYTHING new that she had posted (and i still do). she is so so so kind and it’s INSANE i can call her a friend. love her so much.

@scarstarved — wey doesn’t write, BUT her gif sets are so genuinely beautiful, not to mention how beautiful and kind she is as well! i couldn’t leave her out at all. ❤️

hi. go say something nice to your favourite writer(s). let them know they’re loved and seen and appreciated, and that their place in this world is not dependent on whether or not they’ve written anything recently. write that comment on that fic you’ve re-read for the fifth time just now. invade that ask box and give them some flowers in thanks. imagine a world in which they don’t write anymore, and be aware of the power that lies in kindness and genuine, random appreciation.

[kdh-tally]

How is Celine?

Prompt : How is Celine dealing with the aftermath?

Request (Anon) : Hi! I've read almost everything and everything and I'm such a huge fan of your HCs! I'd like to ask about how did Celine take the news? I'd assume she knew the Saja Boys were demons during the movie, but now after with the Huntr/x basically being friends (That may or may not have romantic feelings for each other) with them, I wonder how's she's taking it. (I feel like she'd hate the masses shipping Jinu and Rumi)

Author's Note : If your seeing this again pretend you didn't see it the first time lol. Tumblr decided not to work with me together and i had to delete the original post. Hence why i typed out the anonymous request above. Enjoy!!

Before i begin, one of my favourite theories about Celine and Rumi’s mom is this one from reddit : Celine killed Rumi’s Mom

Anyways just wanted to let you guys know.

One thing i’ve thought about would be Mira and Zoey’s reactions to finding out Rumi had pleaded with Celine to kill her.

At first they’d be mad at themselves for their reactions when finding out Rumi was a demon. Figuring it was the final push she needed to attempt to seek suicide.

But even then, they would direct their anger at Celine.

Celine was the one who constantly told Rumi to cover up.

And while she had a point about being careful, she was more or less instilling fear about being betrayed by her friends into Rumi’s mind.

Rumi didn’t just hide her patterns and everything, she more or less hid half of herself all the time.

And when she eventually broke down it was because the one person who was supposed to help her through everything had failed her and made her ashamed of existing from the beginning.

She was lowkey planting seeds of doubt in Rumi causing her to be even more closed up you know? 

And they would hate her for it so much.

Mira would just glare at the woman in disappointment whenever they cross paths.

I feel like she is incredibly protective of Rumi and Zoey as they’re more or less her main family. 

Seeing as Celine tried to hurt her family, Mira would be the last person to even consider forgiving her.

Zoey would still keep in touch with Celine but very very low contact.

She would only talk to her in case the girls need help with training or anything like that.

Rumi would stay away from her.

After realizing what kind of world Celine wanted to exist, basically one where imperfections weren’t shown (aka demons), she forces herself to accept that they have different ideals.

Rumi is a demon. One of her parents were. Jinu is. And she wants a world where that truth can exist freely.

Celine doesn’t.

They don't want the same future.

Low contact.

I think Celine would definitely be in complete opposition to everything that the girls choose to do in the future.

But seeing as the girls probably set major boundaries with her, she’s forced to keep these opinions to herself.

For example : 

The Honmoon was more of an iridescent colour at the end of the movie. It wasn’t gold.

To Celine, the whole point of the hunters existing was to kill demons and turn the Honmoon gold. But that's not what's happening anymore and she disapproves.

She’s probably also in fear of what's gonna happen to the demons now but stays silent.

But the amount of guilt this woman must feel. 

Imagine your more or less “adoptive” daughter coming up to you and asking you to take her life.

She needs therapy.

Not only does she carry guilt from the death of Rumi’s mom (whether she killed her or if she just died) but she was also forced to deal with the constant decision of what to do if Rumi ever turned evil on them.

She’s so fearful of everything and that leads to her almost ruining everything.

Her fear of the demons.

Her fear of love (not just romantic. Even about whether the love between the girls would hold if they found out Rumi was part demon)

Her fear of change.

I don’t think she’d mind the shipping that much actually.

Like at first she would hate it. (This is before the whole gwi-ma defeat thing)

She’d worry that Jinu would bring out the demon-side of Rumi or that he was using her against the Honmoon (which he kinda was doing at first)

She also has the “all demons are evil and we must kill” mindset too so she’d want Rumi to kill Jinu.

After the Gwi-ma defeat, and finding out Jinu gave his soul to Rumi I feel like she’d have a minor change of heart.

One of Rumi’s parents were a demon and they fell for a human and had a kid. For that to occur the demon must’ve been a wonderful person for the human to do all that you know?

Then it happens again with Rumi and Jinu, except Jinu sacrifices himself for Rumi.

I feel as though something would snap in Celine’s brain.

Not all demons are bad.

Some of them are capable of human emotions.

Some are capable of love.

She’d still be slightly disapproving but wouldn’t say much.

Regarding the other girls, she’d be more wary of their ships.

Like, she knows Jinu loves Rumi. But she got no idea what Abby, Romance or Mystery has going on in their minds.

She has STRONG opinions on Mystery (barking dude. really????)

She’d see too much of an animalistic side in him.

Not just because he was barking at a fan lol

I feel like Mystery is the most closed off and seems like he’d understand human customs the slowest of everyone.

This makes him seem more demonic to Celine and therefore a danger.

She wouldn’t worry so much about Mira cause she knows that the pink girl can handle herself. 

Also doesn’t want Mira to push her even farther away for trying to interfere with her love life.

Would like to say that if she ever met Baby, he would 100% torture her in very moral ways for hurting the girls.

He would ruin her mentally and emotionally torment her whenever he got the chance. 

He hates the woman.

However, if there is anyone who hates Celine more than Baby it would be herself.

She now lives in a world that truly doesn’t need her.

The girls have made amazing hunters and have a new vision for what they want the world to be like.

All her knowledge is based on the past and is truly no longer needed.

After she let down the girls they more or less move on without her

She spends most of her time wondering what she could've done differently.

I don’t think she would've changed in any lifetime.

Her love for Rumi would always be conditional.

ALSO!!! She’d grieve Rumi

I know she was never a complete Mom to Rumi but she was somewhat of a mother figure.

Though her love was conditional she did love Rumi like a daughter.

Losing Rumi’s trust and losing her relationship with her would definitely triple the pain.

She'd have to grieve the loss of love from a daughter she was never able to fully love.

She watches their concerts and streams and lives because it seems to be the only way she gets updated on their lives anymore.

Like i said earlier, she definitely needs therapy but she won’t seek it. 

She thinks her suffering is the punishment she deserves.

[bokettochild]

Okay, quick question:

Why does Legend have violet/purple eyes in your Stories? Like idk it’s my hc now too because I’ve read it so often but where does it come from?

Oh boy, I know I've answered this one a few times, but I don't blame anyone for asking again LOL

It was sort of impulse? Mostly? I remember when I was writing my first fic, I actually sat down and tried to decide what color eyes everyone would have, because eyes are incredibly important to me in my art, be it writing or sketches, and a character always feels incomplete until I can visualize them somehow while working with them.

Anyways, I don't know precisely why I chose violet for Legend, maybe because I have this character (Thane) who I wrote with violet eyes and I thought it would be a fun trait to give to someone, and so I gave it to a random Link who wasn't my current favorite (at that time, I was a huge Wild stan). It became really key to me though because, thematically, it suits him; it plays with various sorts of imagery and symbolism that make my fangirl heart scream in joy!

His eyes are the color of Fi's hilt, while Sky's are the color of her blade. His eyes are the color of a night sky, the place where stars stay, a place of peace in darkness. In my mind, I can see Hyrule as a kingdom regarding their royal family like the sun; a brightness and light that brings life. But Legend, the hero, is the light in the darkness, a star himself, who reminds them that there's hope even when the sun can't be seen. And, well, the sun is just the star closest to us, so he's a sun himself, in a way, just a distant one :)

Additionally, this works as a nice contrast to Ravio! Where Ravio has green eyes, black hair, and wears purple, Legend in my HC would have purple eyes, golden hair, and wear green, so they appear more as a reversed version of each other, just as Fable's blue eyes are a reverse to Hilda's red. (Which also means that, between the four of them, they have red, blue, green and violet! Kind of like Four!)

I also just like how it breaks up the sea of blue eyed boys. like, Hyrule is hazel to me, and Four has grey that change depending on his mood/mentality, and Wind is a ocean blue so they're almost green at times, but Legend's the only one with purple. Which means that he himself also has a blue, green, red, and purple color scheme, between his clothes and his eyes, which, in my early fics, made for another fun similarity to Four (I like tying them together, thematically)

Last of all? It's just pretty. Like, our boy changes his hair all the time, like a girl changes clothes (if you will), but purple eyes? Those go with anything! The black he had during OoX, the red, green, blue (whichever you like, or all if you prefer) of TFH, the typical blonde, or even his traditional pink! they soften his appearance some as well and give him a unique look and feature amid a sea of look-alike-links!

So yeah, there's a lot of "reasons" which mostly boil down to the fact that I thought it'd be fun and then I made it important because It Just Worked

And it's stuck with me! and some other writers have even started doing it too! Granted, I see a lot of brown eyed Legend, green eyed, and of course, the traditional blue, but it makes me smile when I see Violet in anyone's work, because while I'm not saying I've definitely impacted the perception of him by the fandom, I am saying it's nice to think of it like I have, and imagine that in some way, I got to be part of crafting a really cool character, even if it's just through a color contribution :)

[grapehyasynth]

💑established relationship💑 fic recs!

i’m still reading through the wilmon tag on ao3, but i’d like to share some recs in very arbitrary categories. i’m not going to re-rec anything i’ve recced before, so this is really only from within my last seven months of reading. more lists to come!

as much as i love watching these two fall in love in every universe, and boy howdy do i, sometimes it's nice to revel in what it can be like when they're already together, when there's no will-they-won't-they, when it's about what comes after the 'i like you'. these fics feature wilmon in established relationships.

a lot of these ended up being smutty, even though i have a separate smut rec list in progress 🤷🤷🤷

Find a brand new way of seeing (Your eyes forever glued to mine) by @skibasyndrome - He hopes he’s being good for Simon, hopes he is looking pretty with the black silk tied around his head.

Sundays by @grounded-parasocial - Wilhelm is obsessed with Simon’s ass while he does Sunday chores in his underwear.

stay with me by @vvachillessongvv - Simon is needy and knows how to keep Wille with him even when he's not there

Infiltration by @gulliblelemon - Simon and Wille stumble onto Erik and Rosh and there's some explaining that needs to be done.

Now we're falling like snow by @skibasyndrome - The first heavy snow of the season - what a great opportunity for a slow morning and keeping each other warm

You Pour And I'll Say by @phneltwrites - Simon shows the club that Wilhelm is definitively taken.

let me, i'd be by @enjoythesilentworld - “Tell me,” Simon said musingly, nimble fingers working deftly at the tie still around Wilhelm’s throat, “was it you who didn’t want me there tonight, or them? Or was it, perhaps, Kronprinsen who didn’t want me there?”

winter break by malinkaaa - Wilhelm stared at his phone screen, reading and re-reading the same message for what felt like the hundredth time. "Coming to Stockholm for winter break. Miss you." Simple words from Simon that made his heart race and his palms sweat like he was still that same nervous first-year at Hillerska.

[leighsartworks216]

Neighbor Sylus is now making me think of college dorm roommate Zayne lol

The first meeting is a bit awkward, but that's not unexpected. He's already got his stuff in order, chosen a side of the room and made his bed and is already situated at his tiny desk on his laptop. You make a lighthearted joke about it, and he looks away as he offers to change sides if you'd prefer. You quickly reassure him it's alright and get yourself settled in

For the first couple weeks, you both just try to stay out of each other's way. He's out usually, at his overwhelming schedule of classes or the library; sometimes he doesn't get back until the middle of the night. You wonder how he does it. You're not friends, but you are friendly, chatting sometimes about how classes are going or campus events

Everything changes once you begin using the dorm kitchen. In your free time, once you've finished your work (or even if you're procrastinating it), you head down to the kitchen and get to baking. It's a great stress reliever, and an amazing conversation starter when other people come down to cook their dinner. You start simple with a batch of cookies. You chat with some other students as they bake, and offer them a couple once you've pulled them out of the oven. You transfer them to a plate, cover them in aluminum foil, and head back up to your room to watch a movie on your laptop while you enjoy your treat

Zayne comes in a bit later, just done with his classes, and he pauses in the doorway. You smile at him and tell him that you made cookies and that he's welcome to have some. He thanks you and carefully takes a couple... and then asks if he can have a couple more... and perhaps split the last cookie with you. You tease him a little about how much he must like them, and he tells you they're excellent, much better than he can get on campus or at any of the surrounding cafes and bakeries. You can't believe they're actually *that* good, but if he likes them, you'll definitely make them again sometime for him

It turns into a weekly hobby. One day a week, you pick a recipe and go down to the kitchen to do some baking. They're not all winners, but Zayne seems to enjoy them anyway. He always looks forward to what you make, staying out late less and less on the days you bake, just to get a taste while everything is still warm and fresh. Plus, he talks to you more now, opening up little by little as you two hang out in your dorm and work together with a shared treat

Midterms are approaching, and you're worried you won't have enough time to do any baking with all the studying and work you have to do. Zayne notices, too. Usually you'd have told him what you're thinking about making next, browsing recipes and getting his thoughts on them. But when he sees you on your laptop now, it's always in a distressed hunch, tugging at your hair as you scribble down notes and anxiously scroll through poorly scanned in pdfs of documents

He asks if you're planning on baking again. You sigh and say you want to, but it just doesn't seem like you'll be able to with everything you have to do. He asks what you have to do, and you're nearly in tears as you list out everything your teachers are asking of you. It's a lot... but it's not impossible. He asks if you'd like some help, and at first you want to refuse, but he helps you organize everything in terms of urgency and how long it will take to complete the task. And honestly you get more work done with him working beside you, answering questions you have and acting as a second pair of eyes when you need them

By the time Baking Day rolls around, your schedule is free and you feel a lot better about the tests and projects you have to do next week. You ask Zayne if he'd like to help this time, and he's as enthusiastic as he can seem as he closes his laptop and hops up to join you

This time you want to bake a pie, but a lot goes into it. So he helps you prep the dough while you handmake the filling. He does lots of taste testing, which means you have to keep knocking his fingers away as they try to dip into the filling. Laughter fills the kitchen, hips bumping against each other as you work with the limited counter space, talking about more than you've ever had before. You work as a team to lay the dough in the pan and spoon in the filling, and crisscross the strips along the top. He sets it into the oven, and now all you have to do is wait

While you wait, you play games at the table. He's mostly quiet when other people you know come in and start up conversations, but you make sure he never feels left out. It means a lot to him, more than you'll ever know

Your timer goes off. Zayne is the first to jump up and grab the oven mitts. He pulls the pie out and sets it carefully on the stove... He looks like he's in heaven as he looks at the golden brown crust. Eyes mellowed out, lips slightly lifted in a smile as he breaths in the delightful smell. You nudge him with your hip playfully out of the way. He seems to be snapped out of his daze. You take pictures of it, capturing the memory, and hand him the knife to cut into it. He smiles and takes your hand, both of you holding the knife as you cut it into pieces

The way you look at each other as you take your first bites, something warm and fuzzy settles in your stomach - and that same feeling settles in his, too

[rhettrosunsets]

Golden Mornings - Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Paring: Robert Reynolds X Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Summary: On a rare morning when you wake up before your boyfriend you get to admire the way the morning sun hits his features just right, until he catches you staring and he want's to know why.

Masterlist

Warnings: Bob pulls reader onto his chest. No description of reader. No use of Y/N.

Notes: This is super short and fluffy. But just imagine waking up next to him and the sun illuminating his features, like hellooooo?? 😩❤️

It was early in the morning, the birds had just started chirping and the morning light had just begun to slip softly through your parted curtains.

The sun casted warm hues of gold and yellows across your bedroom signaling the day that was to come. Your eyes fluttered open as you blinked groggily, your hands coming up to rub your eyes. You knew it was early, but you weren't quite sure what time it was.

You were met with a soft chill from where you and Bob had left the window open last night, a warm bed that was too comforting to even think of leaving, and Bob laying next to you his arm still slung over your shoulder.

Bob was fast asleep beside you, his mouth slightly parted and his long lashes that you’re so jealous of resting against his cheeks. He had a peaceful expression present on his face, obviously still dreaming.

The sun's hue casted a gentle warm hue onto him and all you could do in that moment was admire how beautiful your boyfriend was. You typically always wake up after him as you're not a morning person, so you never get to really see the way the sun lays on his peaceful features.

You shifted just slightly to get a better look at him as you rolled onto your stomach, resting your chin on your hands as your eyes traced him, taking in the way his hair seemed to illuminate under the morning sun, giving a gold hue to him.

Bob began to stir, his eye’s flickering open to meet yours. With you staring back at him, a soft smile present on your lips. “Morning” Bob’s voice rasped out heavy with sleep “You staring at me, Sweetheart?"

You smiled letting out a small laugh as you were caught red handed. You definitely were staring. “Maybe?” you said your voice equally heavy with sleep.

“Mhmm. Should I be flattered or should I be concerned, Baby?” He said with a soft smirk quirking up on his own lips. His eyes closed once again as he laid comfortably against the pillows.

You leaned in and brushed a soft kiss to his cheek before muttering “M’just admiring my golden boy, can you blame me?” 

That made him blush and a crooked grin spread across his face. “You can’t just say things like that first thing in the morning. Gonna be the death of me, Baby.”

He rolled over suddenly, his strong arms coming to wrap around your waist as he pulled you fully on top of him, blankets and all making you shriek as you burst into laughter.

You landed against his chest, now face to face with him. “Bob! What are you doing” you giggled, swatting at his chest but not actually trying to escape your boyfriends tight grasp.

He just held you tighter and buried his face in your neck. “Wanted to see my 'golden girl'. I’m keeping you where I want you, Baby. Golden boy privileges after all.”

You laughed even louder, rolling your eyes. “I never should’ve called you that, I’ve given your ego too much of a boost.”

“I don’t know sweetheart, I kinda like when you say it.” He said with a soft smirk before leaning in to kiss you, his hand coming up to cup your cheek while his thumb rubs gentle caresses across your jawline.

You smile into the kiss, softly whispering "All my mornings are golden with you."

[withwritersblock]

Feels Like Part 6

~Feels Like by Gracie Abrams~

Author's Note: they're totally not flirting omg not at aaaalll I swearrrr Summary: The Christmas party, Katherine meets Luke's girlfriend and Nico and Katherine get closer Warnings: none Word count: 2,797

“Would you like another glass?” he asked as he watched her drink the last sip. She brought the glass down and rested it against her lap. Her eyes widened as a small smile formed onto her lips. Probably only a few sips remained in his own glass.

“Probably should wait for everyone else to get here before I get another one,” she said as she shyly dropped her gaze towards the now empty glass in her hand. A small smile fell onto his lips as he swallowed harshly. 

“The caterers should be here soon, I can grab you something else if you’d like,” Nico offered before he brought his glass towards his lips. Before she could reply, there was a loud knock against the door. Nico’s gaze dropped towards his watch. “That’s probably them now, sorry,” he mumbled.

“Oh it’s okay,” she said as she let out a breathy laugh. She held out her hand towards him. He held his hand up towards her for a second as he finished the glass. 

“Thank you,” he whispered towards her as she took the glass from his hand, their fingertips brushed in that moment. Swallowing harshly, he spun on his heel and jogged towards the door. “You can just leave them in the sink, I’ll clean them later,” he explained while jogging towards the front door.

Katherine took a few steps towards the kitchen, a smile of content fell against her lips. Today was a great sign for a better chapter and a better future for her. She felt comfortable saying that she’s officially made her first friend in New Jersey. Sure, Nico is technically Jack’s closest friend. But she would definitely say that she likes spending time with him and she thought he did too.

Katherine was worried that Jack would be jealous and her concerns were proven correct as his voice started echoing throughout the living space. She dropped her head as a laugh fell from her lips. She delicately rested the glasses into the sink as she carefully spun on her heel. She pressed her lips together as she took a hesitant breath.

“I’m just saying it’ll make more sense that we’re. We don’t want the other boys thinking you and my sister–oh! Speaking of my sister, how are you?” Jack asked an odd tone to his voice, she couldn’t exactly pinpoint it. He crossed his arms over his chest as he stood in the center of the kitchen. 

His girlfriend, Sam, leaned against the wall mouthing an apology towards Katherine. Nico stood beside Jack, visibly frustrated with Jack’s presence. She cleared her throat while she met Nico’s gaze before looking back towards Jack. 

“I’m good, thanks. Sammy, can I talk to you?” Katherine put on a forced grin before she manuvered through the kitchen towards the living room. Sammy smiled softly before she swiftly followed after her towards the living room.

Nico walked towards the sink and began cleaning out his wine glasses. They were tedious as he hated to see any spots on the glasses. He didn’t say anything to Jack as he knew there was a scowl on Jack’s lips. 

“Did you invite my sister to the party because you are interested in–”

“Jack, seriously?” Nico rested the glass back into the sink as he turned around to meet Jack’s gaze. Nico watched Jack toss his arms to the side dramatically. Nico dragged his hand across his chin. “Why didn’y you ask me if Katie could come to the party? You knew my answer would’ve been yes,” he questioned as he met Jack’s gaze. 

“Well, she’s recently heartbroken and I don’t need you making moves on her and well seems like you already are,” Jack accused while crossing his arms over his chest. Nico couldn’t help but laugh, that’s all he could do as a reply. The idea was ridiculous to him. He had no interest in Katherine like that. Merely enjoys her company. That’s all.

“I’m not making moves. If you think that’s how I make moves, then you are an idiot,” Nico said while laughing. He spun on his heels as he began cleaning the glasses once more. “I think she just wants company other than you and Luke,” Nico let out a dramatic sigh as he turned the water off and picked up one of the glasses. He began carefully drying it off, avoiding any smudges. 

“She has Sammy,” Jack mumbled as he pointed absentmindedly towards the living room. Nico rolled his eyes playfully as he delicately rested the glass back onto the counter. 

“She barely knows her,” Nico offered as he began drying the other one. 

“She barely knows you,” Jack shot back as there was another knock on the door. Nico let out a small scoff as he carefully placed the glass back into the sink. 

“That better be the caterer this time,” he mumbled before he darted out of the kitchen. His eyes landed on Katherine who was laughing with Sammy. Their attention quickly shifted towards the boys walking towards the door. Nico and Katherine’s eyes met briefly before Nico pulled the door open. 

“Fuck sake,” he muttered when he was greeted by another Hughes and his girlfriend. “I said after one!” he let out a laugh while leaving the door open as he walked back towards the living room. Nico looked towards Katherine again before darting his gaze towards Luke and Carlie entering the house. 

Katherine stood up from the couch instantly, running her hands down her frame. Nico walked towards the living room, absentmindedly landing near Katherine. Jack walked towards Sammy looping his arm around her waist in the process. 

“Probably should’ve said I didn’t need help,” Nico leaned down and whispered into Katherine’s ear teasingly. She tilted her head to the side, looking up towards him. Their eyes connected as they both fought off grins. There was a passing thought in her mind that she loved looking into his dark brown gaze. She pursed her lips forward as she continued to fight the wide grin forming to her lips. 

“You didn’t,” she teased as she raised her eyebrows up. He raised his finger up towards his lips as he shushed her jokingly. She turned her gaze towards Luke who looked like he was about to pass out. Carlie looked like she was being dragged into the house as if it was the scariest haunted house of her life. 

She was stunning. That was actually an understatement. The first thought that popped into her mind was that she was actually proud of her little brother. She had long red hair that went down to her lower back. She was covered in freckles with an awkward yet beautiful smile. Safe to say Luke knocked it out of the park with her. She was wearing a red dress that rested at her knees. She wore black tights underneath with small black heels. 

“Leave you too it,” Nico offered as he delicately began to slip past her, flashing his perfect smile towards her. She furrowed her eyebrows harshly as he looked away from her. The thought was odd in her mind but she let it slip away as Luke and Carlie walked slowly towards her. 

Jack looked toward Luke. Katherine watched as Luke shook his head very subtly. “Let’s see if Nico needs help,” Jack whispered to Sammy, slipping them towards the kitchen. Katherine watched them walk away before she looked back towards Luke and Carlie walked towards her.

“Hi,” she whispered while they finally approached her. 

Luke gulped as he hesitantly wrapped his arm around Carlie’s waist. “Katie, thi–this is Carlie, my girlfriend,” he expressed as he waved an awkward hand in front of Carlie. Carlie smiled softly towards her as she took a deep breath. 

“Hi Carlie, I’m Katherine. You are way too hot to be dating my brother,” Katherine offered as she waved Luke away to hug Carlie. Carlie let out a nervous laugh as she accepted the embrace. 

“I don’t know about that,” she mumbled before she pulled away. 

“Since you two were meeting and Jack was crashing whatever you and Nico were doing. I decided we’ll also crash a little early too,” Luke expressed as he looped his arm around Carlie, a little tighter.

“Okay, first off Lukey, whatever you and Nico were doing, seriously?” she said while using air quotes. A soft laugh left her lips. “I was invited by him so I offered to come over and help. We had a glass of wine, that’s all. Anyways, now that you are here go get your lovely girlfriend a drink.” Katherine explained as she looked towards Luke with a genuine smile on her lips.

Luke looked towards Carlie urgently and she nodded. “Cocktail or seltzer?” He posed the question to both of them. His gaze darted between them.

“Seltzer is fine,” Carlie offered quietly as Luke slowly slipped away from her. He nodded as he quickly looked towards her again. 

“Katie?” he offered. 

She paused for a second before she shook her head. Luke looked towards her suspiciously before he began making his way towards the kitchen. Katherine looked towards Carlie while letting out an awkward laugh. 

“So what did Lukey say about me to prepare you?” Katherine offered teasingly. Carlie looked behind her towards the kitchen before looking back towards her. Their eyes connected as Carlie swallowed harshly.

“He mentioned that you have a history of scaring off girlfriends. I told him I don’t scare easily,” she let out an evident joking tone in her voice. Katherine’s eyes widened as she nodded with a slow grin forming to her lips. 

“He said that you have gotten bad impressions from his past girlfriend and that you were protective over him. Which I totally understand, I have three younger siblings. When I found out my little sister had a date for freshman homecoming last year, I was not happy, so I completely understand.” Carlie continued. 

Katherine nodded in approval. “Did Luke tell you why I didn’t like the last girlfriend I met?” Katherine asked, plotting slightly. Carlie shook her head. “I was home from college for the summer and Luke walked into my room at six in the morning on the day of his prom. He had hickeys all over his neck. I spent two and half hours covering those damn hickeys with my makeup. In all of his prom pictures you can see smudges of makeup on the collar of his undershirt,” 

Carlie gasped as a giggle fell from her lips. “Things are definitely starting to fit into place,” she let out jokingly, “But that is a wild story that I cannot wait to tease him about that later,” she expressed with another soft giggle leaving her lips. Katherine’s eyes widened as Luke started wandering towards them.

“Oh I think we’ll get along just fine,” Katherine expressed while laughing. Luke’s eyes widened as he was awkwardly holding three vastly different drinks. She furrowed her eyebrows as she saw the glass of wine in Luke’s hand. Nervously, she took it from his hand.

“I know you said that you didn’t want anything but Nico said that you enjoyed it so I told him to make you another one,” he explained while he handed the seltzer over to Carlie. He quickly brought the beer can towards his lips as he shifted his gaze from Carlie towards his sister. 

Katherine took a deep breath as she glanced towards the kitchen seeing a glimpse of Nico in the kitchen. She watched him drop his gaze towards his watch, in that exact moment there was another knock on the door. Nico darted out of the kitchen, bolting through the living room.

“That better be the caterer,” he muttered to himself as he yanked the door open. A grin on his lips once he saw that it was in fact the caterers. “Kitchen’s this way,” he muttered as he started leading the group through the living room. Katherine brought the wine towards her lips as her gaze was following Nico’s steps.

~~~

The party was going well. The food was perfect and Nico was a great host. The music was loud and the chatter was nonstop. The drinks were constantly flowing and the white elephant gift exchange. Katherine had no idea that was happening but she was laughing hard at the fact that Jack ended up with a squeaky toy for a dog that he didn’t have. 

He didn’t find it so funny but everyone else did. Katherine leaned against the doorway that separated the kitchen and the living room. She was starting to really enjoy this new part of her life. 

Nico took a few steps towards her, he brought his wine towards his lips as he stood beside her. She turned her head to the side, meeting his gaze. “What’d you think of your first Devils family Christmas party?” Nico asked quietly as he leaned down beside her ear. Slowly, he leaned back as their eyes remained connected.

“Delightful, loud but it’s been fun,” she offered quietly. Nico let out a dry laugh as he tilted his head back and forth.

“I think loud is an understatement but it’s not half bad,” he offered as he glanced down towards the empty glass in her hand. “Would you like another one?” he asked, gesturing towards the glass in her hand. Her eyes widened while looking down towards it.

“Oh Nico, I think that would be too much,” she offered as she shook her head. 

“We haven’t even finished the bottle yet, you could have another glass,” he offered, he leaned down and brought his lips close to her ear, “At least finish the bottle with me,” he offered before he leaned back. He raised his eyebrows as he looked over her features.

Briefly, she scanned the living room and her eyes met with Carlie. Katherine shocked herself with how much her and Carlie got along. There was a small look on Carlie’s face, almost as if it was a sign of approval. She didn’t need her approval or anyone’s approval to enjoy another glass of wine with him. 

She didn’t know why guilt wrapped around her frame tightly. Maybe it was the fact that Jack stormed his way to Nico’s to stop her from being alone with Nico. But she had every right to do whatever the hell she wanted. 

“Y-yeah,” she mumbled as she spun on her heel and started walking towards the kitchen. Nico quickly followed after her, chugging the remainder of his glass in the process. She leaned her back against the countertop as she watched him manuver around and obtain the wine bottle he’s been reserving for himself and Katherine only.

He rested the bottle onto the counter top. She rested her glass on the counter as she crossed her arms over her chest. He began pouring the wine into each glass. He held hers in the air as he dramatically made a point to show the end of the bottle. She giggled as she tilted her head to the side. 

“See, not so bad, Kate,” he offered as he handed her the glass. She gladly accepted the glass while maintaining eye contact with him. 

“You don’t see me complaining,” she joked as she brought it towards her lips and took a small sip. He chuckled while he began to chew on his bottom lip. Silence fell between them as she tapped her fingertips against the countertop behind her. 

He cleared his throat as he glanced towards the rowdy living room. “You are nothing like your brothers, you know that?” he offered while awkwardly tapping the side of the glass. She squinted her eyes susppicously. He smiled while chuckling, “That’s a good thing, I promise,” he offered. 

“And how’s that a good thing?” She encouraged the conversation as she brought the glass towards her lips. He smirked before he took a deep breath.

“Well, you can talk about things other than hockey. Actually, you never talk about it which is refreshing,” he offered. She smiled softly as their eyes connected once again. “You talk about real things and you can enjoy silence without needing to sing a random song to fill the silence. So it’s just refreshing to be friends with a Hughes that isn’t all hockey and bro all the time,” he explained, tripping over his words slightly.

“Well, trust me it’s nice being around an NHL player that isn’t all hockey too. It’s refreshing to be friends with you too,” she offered as she fought the smile forming to her lips. “I am glad someone finally realized I’m the best of the four of us,” 

Nico tossed his head back while laughing. “Don’t get too big of an ego now,” he teased.