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[stelashe]

Why do bugs always fall on my fucking pillow at night then run and leave me terrified with no bed

[togrowoldinv]

The Scarlet Widow

WandaNat x Female Reader

You’re the manager of the sensational music duo The Scarlet Widow. The women invite you to their house for a meeting and things take a turn

Warnings: 18+ please! Smut! Kissing, cursing, oral, fingering, strap riding, etc.

Note: This is pretty much just smut lol. I haven’t written for WandaNat in a while, so I missed them. Enjoy this one!

WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist

Managing musicians has never been easy, but there’s one group in particular that always gets under your skin. A duo of two married women, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

The Scarlet Widow is the number one selling duo of the last three years. And they act like it too.

Most days you spend just keeping the two women in agreement. While at the studio and the label, the two women are almost always at odds.

Just yesterday they had a huge argument about the set list for the next tour. And you got caught in the middle. It was so dramatic that you decided to call an official meeting to discuss it. Wanda complained that it was her day off, so Nat offered that you come to their house for the meeting.

As you walk up to the door now, you feel nervous. You’ve been here before of course, but usually in large group for a party. Bring alone with the two women gives you a thrilling feeling.

You knock on the door and it takes a few minutes for someone to come to the door. When they do, it’s Wanda who’s wrapped in what is a very see through robe.

“Y/n, come on in,” Wanda says. There’s almost a goofy grin on her face as she steps back for you to come in. You follow her into the living room.

“Hey rockstar,” Natasha says. She always calls you that. She’s sitting on the couch with only pants and a sports bra on.

“Natty, why don’t you come with me and we’ll get dressed for this meeting?” Wanda suggests. She bats her eyes at her wife.

“Oh, I don’t think y/n minds what we’re wearing. Do you?” Nat asks you. Your eyes linger over her toned stomach and you swallow dryly. “I’ll take that as a no.”

Natasha reaches for her wife’s hand and pulls her to sit on her lap.

“Take a seat, dorogoy,” Wanda says.

You sit a respectable distance from the two women and try to ignore the way Natasha whispers something in Russian to her wife. Wanda smiles at whatever it is that she was told.

“So, did we come to any agreements about a set list?” You ask them, doing your best not to notice the way Natasha’s hand has slipped into Wanda’s robe. They aren’t usually this affectionate at the studio.

“I think so, yeah,” Nat answers.

“I’m not so sure,” Wanda says. Nat rolls her eyes and leans back onto the couch. “I still think we need to sing Love in New York.”

“No,” Natasha immediately shuts her down.

“Why? It’s a good song! The fans love it!”

“I’m done singing a song about your ex boyfriend,” Natasha argues. She has a point.

“If I could just-“

“And you know what?” Wanda interrupts. She stands up and looks down at Natasha. “We’re not going to sing She’s A Witch either.”

“You wouldn’t dare! I wrote that for you!” Nat argues.

“I don’t like it anymore!”

You listen to them argue back in forth for who knows how long until they finally run out of things to say.

Wanda plops down on the couch next to you, much closer than before.

“What do you think, y/n?” Her voice comes out irritated but soft.

“Well since you both have a song you don’t want to sing then maybe that’s when we can work in a break for you. While the other person is singing, you can leave the stage,” you explain.

“I don’t know,” Wanda replies.

“Yeah, we never leave the stage separately,” Nat adds. “Together or nothing.”

Wanda smiles at her wife’s words. She moves closer to her again and sits in her lap again.

“Together or nothing, y/n. You have to pick which song we sing,” Wanda says.

She leans into Nat and even brings her in for a kiss. You can’t fight the way it makes you feel to see them kiss.

Natasha notices the way your press your thighs together at their display. Nat whispers another set of Russian words to Wanda that you don’t know the meaning of.

Wanda looks at you and reaches her hands out in a grabby motion. “Come closer.”

“Oh, okay,” you say, a slight shakiness is in your voice.

You move closer to the women, but not close enough as Wanda reaches to you and pulls you even closer. Your thigh brushes against Natasha’s.

“You have to pick our song, sweetheart,” Wanda says. Her hand comes to the side of your face to fix your gaze on hers. “And you need to pick mine.” She leans closer to you, so close you think she might kiss you.

“Not so fast,” Natasha cuts in, taking Wanda’s hand off of your face. “I think you should pick my song. It’s about how lovely Wanda is. And don’t you think my wife is beautiful?”

You nod and Natasha smirks at you.

“Say it,” Nat commands. “Say that you think she’s beautiful.”

“She’s beautiful,” you choke out.

“Good girl,” Natasha says. You do a poor job of holding back a whimper at her words.

“Oh, she’s so cute,” Wanda says to Nat. Something about the way she says it like you aren’t there makes your pace quicken.

“I know, sweetheart. I think maybe we should give her a show and she can decide who’s side to be on,” Natasha replies.

“Are you okay with that, y/n?” Wanda looks you again. You nod.

With that, Natasha kisses her wife like you’re not even there. Their tongues run over each others directly in front of you. You’ve never been so turned on in your life and you’re fighting every urge to reach down and touch yourself.

“You can join in if you want,” Wanda says once the kiss has broken.

You don’t know what comes over you, but you surprise yourself as you lean in and kiss Natasha first.

She’s shocked that you went for her first, but she reciprocates the kiss quickly. It’s sloppy and passionate as her hand pulls at at your hip.

“Let me have a turn,” Wanda says. She’s pouting a little bit. Nat kisses her cheek and guides your lips to Wanda’s with a hand on the back of your neck.

Wanda’s kiss is softer, but just as passionate. She holds your face in her hands and you’re so into it that you don’t notice Natasha slip off Wanda’s robe.

Nat licks and sucks Wanda’s nipples as you kiss the brunette.

“Oh fuck,” Wanda whimpers against your lips.

You take in the sight of her on Natasha’s lap completely naked.

“We were working out the set list details before you came over,” Wanda explains. “We argue best with our bodies.”

You nod, not really knowing what to say. Luckily, you don’t have to say anything because Natasha’s hands start to roam over the hem of your shirt. She lifts the material over your head.

Both women drink in the sight of you. Nat reaches behind your back and unhooks your bra. Wanda’s fingers take your nipples before Natasha pushes you to stand up.

“Let’s get these off,” Natasha says. She unbuttons your pants and slips them down your legs. You go to pull down your underwear, but Wanda’s hand stops you.

“Not yet, detka,” she says.

You comply as Natasha brings you onto her lap. Wanda shifts off of her so that you can straddle Nat completely.

Your core hits right on Natasha’s. You gasp at the feeling of the hardness in her pants.

Nat smirks and unbuttons her own pants and pulling her boxers down just enough to pull out her strap.

“Wanda loves this, don’t you babe?” Nat teases her wife.

“Fuck yes I do,” Wanda says. She moves to kneel on the ground in front of you two.

“Why don’t you both suck on my cock?” Natasha asks.

Wanda pulls you down to ground with her. She goes first, taking Natasha’s strap in her mouth. You watch as she takes the whole thing in one go. She’s obviously done this before. Nat reaches for your head and pushes you down onto her cock with Wanda.

Your tongue mingles with Wanda’s as you two suck Nat off. The brunette brings you in for a kiss.

“Get on the couch, baby,” Wanda commands you.

You sit next to Nat and she kisses you as Wanda buries her head between your legs. She licks through your folds, loving the taste of you on her tongue. Natasha’s hand slips down your body and her fingers work in tandem with Wanda’s tongue.

“Fuck,” you say.

“You like that?” Nat asks. She bites your neck.

“Fuck yes.”

“Yeah? You like it when my wife fucks you?”

“Yes Natasha,” you say.

She smirks partially because you admitted it and partially because she knows Wanda is about to make you come.

“Come for her, sweet girl. Come for Wanda,” Natasha says. And you do. You come hard against her mouth. She licks you clean and then leans up to kiss Natasha.

Nat accepts happily and moans at the taste of you on Wanda’s tongue.

“I want to taste you,” Natasha says to her wife. Wanda has a better idea. She lifts you off the couch.

“Get on her lap and ride her strap,” Wanda says. “Be a good girl.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say.

You hover over Natasha’s lap and she helps you onto her cock.

“Oh, you take me so well,” Natasha says. “So tight for me.”

Wanda sits on the back next to Nat on the couch. One of Nat’s hands guides your hips as the other runs over Wanda’s pussy. She’s already slick, but Natasha puts her fingers in your mouth to get Wanda even wetter. You suck her fingers and she thrusts into you.

It doesn’t take Natasha long to push you over the edge. You rest against her chest and try to breathe normally again. Natasha wears a smile on her face and you wonder if she was timing how long it would take.

“Come for me, Wands,” Natasha says as she continues to rub her wife’s pussy. “Come for daddy.”

“Fuck!” Wanda shouts as she comes.

“There we go,” Natasha says almost with a degrading tone. You lift your head off her chest and she grins at you.

You feel Wanda’s hand come to your neck and she kisses you briefly. “Y/n, baby, why don’t you help Natasha feel as good as we do?”

“Okay,” you agree.

You get off of her lap and she takes off her strap. Her glistening pussy waits for you as she spreads her legs. Wanda sits next to her side and leans her head onto her shoulder. It looks so domestic, so soft that you would never know that the two women would be having sex with you.

“Go on,” Wanda says, pulling you from your thoughts.

You lean in and lick Natasha. Her thighs shake and you realize just how worked up she is from making you and Wanda feel good.

Taking her clit in your mouth, you bring Natasha ever closer. Her wetness coats your tongue.

When you look up, Wanda is taking Natasha’s lips between her teeth and soothing the wounds with her tongue.

It motivates you to go faster, plunging your tongue into her.

“Come for her, Nat,” Wands tells her wife.

“Fuck,” Natasha says as she comes.

You emerge from between her legs. Wanda pulls you into both of their laps and you share a kiss with the women.

“So, who’s song do you pick?” Natasha asks.

“Oh, um- how about you two write a new song? Together or nothing,” you suggest.

Wanda laughs and kisses your cheek. Natasha chuckles as well.

“I like that idea, sweetheart,” Wanda says.

“Maybe we’ll write it about you,” Natasha adds.

You smile shyly. The women kiss your cheeks at the same time and you snuggle against them.

Maybe from now on the two of them won’t be so hard to manage. After all, you understand their process now and they both plan on involving you in it over and over again.

The Scarlet Widow always was your favorite band.

[tiajk]

Platonic strawhat interactions? Here’s some ideas

You and Robin go shopping, You find a cool trinket, but you don’t have enough money

Sanji brings you a snack. A bird flies overhead and -plop- right on the food

Luffy was playing tag with you, Usopp, and Chopper. He uses his gum gum rocket to try and catch up and flies too far

Usopp is holding a game show. The contestants are you, Nami, Zoro and Sanji

Have fun!

Warnings; a POC reader in mind, with curly hair, Bi sanji because i genuinely believe its not cannon it's the truth, chaotic strawhats as usual, reader is interested in marine biology, and is hinted at having water powers (basically water bending), reader singled to have a lot of siblings, Gn!, reader, everyone just loving reader, Other pirates having a crush on reader

A/N; the game show one really spoke to me for some reason and your always so good with request ily, Guess who's working on her one piece script

Words count; 1070 masterlist

You have no idea how Usopp somehow convinced you and nami to join his little game show. That's a lie you know exactly how he did. Bribing nami with money that he didn't have. Sanji sees nami joining automatically willing to be the next contestant. Zoro joined because Usopp claimed that Zoro was too much of a chicken, scared that sanji would win. The rivalry automatically makes his blood boil. He got you to join by promising he would grow a water plant with you in his garden that you had particularly been wanting to learn more about. Your interest peaked. Now you stand in front of Usopp with poorly built little wooden stands Sanjis’s was made out of cardboard waiting for Usopp to finally get what he wanted. “Welcome my very good friends on this ship, the going sunny owned by the strawhat pirates and welcome our very own contestants Nami, {Na}-”. “Usopp, will you hurry up? I don't have all day for this” Zoro's voice from beside you speaks out. Ussop turns to him slightly offended from not being able to finish his little (cute) ramble. “Well i was almost done but since you rush me so damn much will start cant even have fun without you running your dumb mouth.” mumbling the last part he pulls out some flashcards out of his pocket. “The basic rules of this game are it's basically we're gonna see who knows each other best. It will go by category nami’s first, , then zoro, sanji, then {name}.” You all nod your heads at him, the game seemed simple enough. Usopp goes to your podium first “{Name} how are you today?” you smile “I’m doing great Usopp.” he returns the gesture to you “that's great to hear! Your question about nami is what are her favorite hobbies to do in the meantime when she's not scamming people.” Nami knocks Usopp on the head from her podium “YOU DUMBASS THAT'S NOT ALL I DO Y'KNOW” “HEYYY NO HITTING THE HOST” “USOPP LEAVE NAMI-SAN ALONE YOU HEAR ME”. you turn to zoro to see if he sees all the bullshit that's happening right now. He looks your way as well having a silent communication to at least try to stop the fighting. Before you could do anything the rest of the crew showed up. “What's happening we’ve been looking for you guys for the past 30 minutes” Luffy says while picking his nose. “I’m hosting a game show for the four of them!” Usopp explains excitedly while looking at you. Nodding at the others “yea were just about to get started you should watch!” The others agree they grab a few chairs or opting to sit on the deck floor and are curious to see what type of game show this is. “Alright now that we’ve all settled down we can finally begin. Clearing his throat “now {name} you may answer the question”. You thought hard nami was one of your best friends so it was easy but you had to pick one she licked the most then it was easy. Usopp had noticed you took a few moments “whenever you're ready tell me”. “I have my answer, it's shopping and she also loves to sunbathe”. Usopp looks at his flashcard “you are…Correct!!! Namis hobbies consist of sunbathing and shopping, one of her favorite things”. You smiled to yourself the game was slowly starting to get more fun now that you realize it.

The process had gone on forever every single time you had gotten the answer correct. Knowing your crew very well. Surprisingly the rest of the crew stayed. Robin was reading a book with chopper in her lap but her attention was still towards the game. Franky had been working on little fidgets while sitting there but he was interested nonetheless. Luffy had been lying in a star position. Brook and Jimbei had been engaging in small conversation but they still saw their crewmates go on with their daily shangains. Ussop had asked you a question about what is Zoro's favorite sword. Saying the Wado Ichimonji because his dear best friend gave it to him as a promise that they would both fulfill their dreams. When asked what Sanji's favorite food is answer spicy seafood pasta knowing that he wished he could have cooked it more often. It was your turn for the question to be asked about you. “Alright name your our last contestant and then the winner will win 40 thousand berries.” you look at nami to see the gleam in her eyes when money is mentioned. Usopp goes to Nami asking her the question he had prepared “How many people have a crush on {name}?” Nami scoffs while crossing her arms. Blood rushes to your face being grateful that they can't see it. “That's easy, Law,Kid, and not to mention Marco from whitebeard pirates. ” Usopp nods his head with confirmation and a thumbs up “YOUR CORRECT”. Usopp walks past you with a smile then stops at zoro. “Zoro what is {name} favorite thing to do with the strawhats crew” Zoro seems like he doesn't know but answers with confidence “They love hugging everyone giving people affection throughout the day”. Usopp doesn’t want Zoro to get the points but he does with a sigh of defeat “you are correct”. Ussop moved to sanji that was practically beaming like he was when he got asked nami’s question “Sanji your question about {name} is how many siblings do they have?” Sanji smirks and takes the cigarette out his mouth “Easy they have 4 being the middle child having two older ones and 2 younger” “your correct too” Luffy gets up from his pose from before “Is the game over who wins??” Usopp rolls his eyes “you have no patience y’know that luffy?” “BUT THE WINNER IS {NAME} GET ALL THE QUESTIONS CORRECT YOU GET 40 THOUSAND BERRY that i don’t have right now” Nami jumps from her podium strangling usopp “YOU LIAR YOUR DAMN LUCKY I DIDN’T WIN BECAUSE IF I DID” you go pull her off him just making sure that he doesn't die usopp i don't want the money just the water plant your promised to help me grow okay” usopp tried to catch his breath from almost being strangled to death “yup anything you want {name}” he said horsley maybe you should do more game shows from now on.

[juiles]

Mama will always keep you safe.

Plot: Y/N has basically been raised by Scarlett. After a small fight, the two talk and Scarlett promises to keep you safe.

Warning: Angst then fluff, mention of child abuse/neglect.

A/N: i don’t think anyone really wants to read these but i’m enjoying writing them so i’ll keep posting it. Also if anyone does enjoy this and you want a part two let me know! I’d be happy to do one!

Masterlist!

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You had been raised by Scarlett Johansson. You weren’t technically her kid but with how little your parents actually cared you spent most of your time with her. You had gotten very close to her family, even to the point in calling her mom, nana. That’s where you were. Sitting at your nana’s house cuddling with her watching a movie, when you heard the doorbell ring.

You jumped up and ran to answer the door much to Melanie’s chargin. You swung the door open with a grin before frowning and stepping back when you saw a shocked looking Scarlett holding a now very excited looking Rose. “Rosie!!!” You squealed making the 4 year old squeal and try and jump into your arms.

“Mama! Down!! Want Y/N/N!!!” The dirty blonde whined before her mother put her down and she jumped into your waiting arms. “Butter!”

“Peanut!” You scooped the girl up and hugged her tightly, Melanie stepping up beside you two.

“Hey Scar.” She smiled softly at the pair of you before looking at her daughter. “Need me to watch Rosie?”

“Yeah. I was trying to get a hold of goober here but she wasn’t answering her phone. Little did i expect to see at MY mothers house without me. Y/L/N.” You blushed and shrugged your shoulders.

“I was having nana cuddles. I had a rough day and needed somewhere safe.” You said leaning on Melanie who kissed your head softly. You didn’t miss the look on Scarlett’s face before she quickly schooled her face.

“Alright. Love you Rosie. Love you mom.” She kissed the two on the cheeks and left before you even got a chance to ask her a question.

Melanie watched as your face fell as the door slammed behind her daughter. “Love?” She asked before you quickly out a small smile on your face.

“I’m fine nana. She’s busy. I’m not her kid…” You turned on your heel and plopped down on the sofa with a now sleepy Rose in your arms. You sat with your back against the arm of the couch and Rose curled up on your chest yawning. “Go to sleep Rosie. I’m here. Nana is here.”

With your hand rubbing her back the girl quickly fell asleep.

Later that day when Scarlett came back to pick Rose up, the dirty blonde didn’t even send you a passing glance making the tightness in your chest coil more. Before she even left the house you had already bolted to the guest room and had started packing the few things you had put into a bag.

You heard a knock on the door and you opened it, your backpack slung up on your shoulder. “I should just go home…”

“No. I can’t let you go back there.” Melanie said trying to grab your arm as you pushed past her. “We both know you hate it there.”

“Clearly i overstepped with Scarlett…” You muttered before pushing the front door open. “She’s your daughter. I’m not your grandkid… I’m sorry na-Mel.” You caught yourself and turned on your heel again and bolted off. Melanie called after you but you didn’t turn around.

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You seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth for 3 weeks after that. She tried to contact you but to no avail and as you had never given anyone your family’s address when they moved the previous year they couldn’t get you and your phone had been turned off.

It was when 3 weeks passed and you were due back on set of Avengers: Endgame.

You stepped on to set and instantly went to your trailer without running into anyone. You had to go to costumes and hair and makeup so you put your airpods in, keeping your head down you left your trailer and made your way to the costume trailer. You kept your head down but noticed a few cast mates wave their hands at you but you just ignored them. You pushed the door open and instantly inwardly groaned when you saw Scarlett standing there getting her suit zipped up.

“Y/N?” She looked at you with a hesitant smile. “How are you bubs?”

Your heart longed at hearing the nickname and wanted to jump into her arms before you remembered how she ignored you, how even though you had told her you had a bad day she not once tried to check in with you and you frowned stepping back.

“Bubba?” You quickly pushed into the other room and started changing into your suit. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You managed to ignore her except when acting for a few weeks after that until one day you were getting your costume on and she had come in to get hers on. You didn’t have a shirt on, only your sports bra and she gasped.

“Squirt?” She eyed your stomach and chest, her eyes welling up when she saw all the fresh bruises and still healing cuts. “No… you- they- bubba!” She pushed past the assistant who had stepped aside and instantly pulled you into her arms. “Why didn’t you say anything?!”

You melted into her arms instantly and felt your walls start to break down again. Why couldn’t you just keep them up?! Why with one hug and one nickname was she always able to bring your walls crashing down after she had inadvertently hurt you?! You felt tears well up before collapsing into her arms.

“They said you didn’t want me… they said that i was ungrateful… you didn’t care! You ignored me! Nana was the only person i had besides you and i can’t even go see her anymore! I wanted you to ask why i was there! I wanted you to check on me but you ignored me!” You sobbed into the woman who sat on the couch in the room and instantly started rubbing your back avoiding the open cut across your shoulder blades. “I needed you mama! I’m sorry!! I’m sorry ma-“ You got cut off with a sob over taking your body.

Scarlett’s heart broke more and more as you spoke. The day you had been at her moms house flickered across her mind. She didn’t say I love you, she ignored you when she had picked Rose up. She had been tired and had been trying to just get home. When she tried to reach you the next day, her mom had said you disappeared and you wouldn’t answer her.

“Baby… i thought you were mad at me… I’m so sorry i hurt you bubba… I’m so sorry… I love you so much. Mama’s sorry…” She muttered into your hair and kissed your head over and over again. “Squirt i care about you so much. You don’t deserve this. What they’re doing to you. You deserve to be safe and cared for.”

You sobbed into her for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes before your sobs turned into sniffles. “I’m sorry i ignored you mama… i’m sorry i pushed you away…” You mumbled into her chest as you cling to her shirt tightly.

“Oh my love. I’m sorry. I’m sorry i LET you.” She said making you shake your head then just bury into her more. “I’m going to talk to Joe. You need a small break. I’ll say it’s personal but for your safety you AND I both need a couple days off.” All you could do was nod into her neck. “I’m going to find Lizzie. Can you stay with her while i talk to him?” She asked softly. You thought for a minute before nodding. Lizzie was safe. She was basically your aunt after all.

When she tried to stand up without you all you could do was whine and reach up with a small pout. “Mama up…” You muttered softly. Scarlett chuckled softly and pulled you into her arms, you wrapped your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck. She carried you around set sending anyone who tried to walk up to her a look that clearly meant business.

She spotted Lizzie walking toward her trailer. “Liz!” She called out to the brunette who stopped and looked over her shoulder. “Can you stay with Y/N for a little while i deal with some stuff? I’ll explain later.”

You felt yourself being shifted into the others arms and you buried your head into Lizzie’s neck. The younger girl merely chuckled kissing your temple. “Bye mama…” You whispered as you felt Scarlett leave a kiss on your head.

“Bye baby. I’ll be back okay?” You nodded then felt and heard Lizzie unlock her trailer door and then felt the two of you settle on the couch.

“They hurt me…” You muttered into her neck making the girl stiffen before quickly relaxing again. “Mama is getting us time off to deal with them… Lizzie i don’t wanna go back there…”

“Oh baby… i know… i can promise you that your mama won’t let them take you back. She will do anything to keep you safe. Your mama loves you with her entire being. Is that why you’ve been ignoring us? hmm?” She asked softly running her fingers through your hair. You nodded.

“I went to nana’s house… she ignored me… i was mad…” You sniffled closing your eyes. “But mama is my safe person… i need her…”

“And she needs you bubba.” After 30 minutes of the two of you cuddling and putting a movie on, Scarlett came back to find you asleep in Lizzie’s arm, wrapped in her blanket. “She explained everything to me…” She said with a sad smile. “Take good care of her.”

“Always.” Scarlett said scooping you up. When you whined she shushed you and patted your back gently. “It’s just mama.” With that you settled back and fell back asleep. As she walked to the her car after grabbing both your bags she looked down at you with a soft smile. “Mama will always keep you safe.”

[fridgemissionmaster]

OM! OC Aurum x Reader Fanfic: What I'd Want

In which you figure out what would be the perfect gift for Aurum

Word Count: 7012

Warnings: NA

AN: My goodness, my first fanfic of Aurum or any of my OCs for that matter! This is so exciting! Thank you @om-adventcalendar for giving me the chance/inspiration to write this!

Odd.

Normally whenever you texted your first man he was quick to respond but three minuets and still nothing. Things had been a bit too quiet in the house as of late and it seemed something with the second born was brewing, so you decided to get ahead of the game and go see what he was up to.

“Hey, I’m coming in!”

… Still nothing? Not even the smallest sound from the other side of the door.

The door immediately gave in to your light touch. “Mammon?”

“C’mon!” The demon was pacing around in nothing but sweatpants, hands running through his white locks as he kept grumbling to himself.

“Mammon.”

He didn’t even notice, plopping himself down on one of those couches, beginning to furiously scroll though his phone with such force and speed you could have mistaken that tap, tap, tapping for a woodpecker that slipped in.

Seemed you needed to take a more direct approach, silently making your way towards your unsuspecting victim.

Then…

You lightly tapped him on the head. “Mam-”

“GGAH! THE HELL- MC!”

“Wow new record, you jumped so high you almost touched the ceiling.” You knew this attempt at lightening the situation wouldn’t go over well for the man before you, him beginning to pout at your antics, but you just could not resist.

“Geez, you can’t just do that to a guy!” With a deep sigh his head flipped about looking to the ground.

There it was, you pointed to under the table, Mammon taking the hint and nabbing his dropped phone from the floor.

With an unceremonious flop and grumble he was back on the couch. You rested on the backrest, leaning over a little, standing on your tip-toes, watching as his eyes flickered over to you on occasion. “What cha want.”

“I wanna know what you’re up to.”

“…” Your first man glared at the screen for a moment before tossing it aside to the table and sat up, allowing you fall over the backrest and take your rightful seat beside him.

“I can’t figure out what ta get Aruu for Christmas.”

Your first instinct was almost to say to ask his brothers for advice, however them not being allowed to know of the Aurum’s existence put a kinda big hitch in that idea.

“… Huh, wait, you literally just bought a Devichi scarf for him the other day, can’t you give them that?”

Mammon flinched, balking at you. “What ya mean by that!? I can’t get em’ some scarf! Besides, it’s snowin’ over there, they needed it now!”

“What about the broach you got before?”

“What about it?”

“You got that for them, right? Why not hold off on giving them that till Christmas.”

“… Did ya get hit in the head; I can’t just give em’ that! It’s gotta be something REAL good.”

“The latest edition of Devildom Law?”

“Gave it already.”

“That jazz cd?”

“Gave it.”

“That ring set?”

“Gave it.”

“The fluffy yellow robe you bought literally yesterday!?”

“Gave it.”

“Mammon! If you just keep giving Aurum anything that reminds you of them you’ll have nothing left for Christmas!”

“An’ what’d you mean by that! They’re the son of the Great Mammon! They deserve everything!”

… How Aurum turned out not as a total spoiled brat while growing up with THIS, is a mystery you believe you may never solve. AND Mammon always giving them anything and everything has made figuring out what gift to give them yourself impossible! Honestly this brainstorming session was probably going to be just as much for you as it was to help Mammon.

“Okay, look how about something else. Why not make him something?”

“Well duh. What other gift would I give them on a holiday!?”

“… something you bought?”

The demon looked to you as if you just committed murder right in front of him. “AN SAY I DON’T LOVE ‘EM!? ARE YOU MAD!?”

“I- what!?”

Crossed arms, leaning away, and looking to the side, it seemed the idea of… buying something for Christmas utterly disgusted the demon. “Tch, next you’ll be sayin to buy something for their birthday.”

“… You and all your brothers literally bought stuff for Satan’s birthday!”

“Eh!? He’s not my kid! Why would I have to make him something!? Sides’ he’s not a baby anymore!”

“I- what dose that have to do with anything!?”

“How dose that not have to do with everything!? Aru’s not even two hundred! They’re practically an infant still! I gotta provide ‘em something with my power and emotion in it so they can get big and strong!”

Ooh, demon thing. “But Aurum’s human, we can’t exactly…-” Your hands waved about lightly till you gestured to yourself. “absorb power and emotions like you do.”

He stared at you, wide-eyed and dumbfounded for a moment. It was cute, you knew that the demon was… all too aware his child is human but sometimes, like with most other things, the man got caught up in the moment and didn’t consider that too much. Slowly though, it shifted, something… quiet, then something determined. “Don’t change the fact they’re still my kid. I gotta make em’ something!”

“What to get, what to get.” Aurum always seemed so content with their life never wanting for much, even if Mammon wasn’t going broke showering them in gifts every other day.

Wait, you came here because you needed to talk to Mammon! Thoughts of gift giving could wait for later. “By the way, Lucifer wanted everyone to know we’re going to have to change plans for the Christmas party. There was an accident at Hell’s Kitchen and half the building collapsed. You didn’t respond in the group chat so, yeah, there’s that to deal with too.”

“Really!? What are we gonna do now?”

“That’s what everyone else is trying to figure out.”

“Still gonna be goin to the human world for decorations?”

You nod, besides even if that was no longer needed you’d be going anyway, with the party planning you had few chances to visit the man on your mind.

You did have a mission though so once that was done you could spend all the time you wanted with them. And so you ran about, bags and boxes in hand on a clear sunny day. Snow blanketed the isolated seaside town, wind drifted by carrying away the few sparse clouds there were. What appeared to be garlands of some sort decorated the roofs and connected lampposts from one another, little pirate flags tied to them, even during Christmas time seemed the people of Napoli still cherished and celebrated those roots. Those colorful lights hung from trees, the wayfarer’s church was extraordinarily busy, people dashing in and out carrying one thing or another. Storefront windows were filled with reds and greens, even the boutiques with the occasional Santa outfit. Musicians were out playing in the streets, children dancing as their parents watched on.

The joy and energy was infectious! You couldn’t help skipping along, wondering where you should go next on this shopping spree.

“WA-” Heart caught in your throat, lost footing, hands thrown up and out desperate for purchase, and a stinging crash. Unfortunately for the poor soul you ran into made for a good cushioning from the fall. Perhaps your stack of boxes was a bit too tall to see ahead of you well enough.

“Ouch. You alrigh- oh, it’s you.” Only for a moment did you get to see that man’s dazzling smile he shared with all so freely but you so rarely, gold fang glistening under the sun before being hidden by a small scowl. Even still, he helped you to your feet and did a quick look over. “You’re not hurt anywhere?”

“Nice to see you too Aurum.”

“Just answer the question MC.”

Still not one for small talk with you it seemed, more interested in collecting your stuff from the ground. “Hold on, I can get that.”

The man lightly shook his head, his fluffy, wavy, red hair swaying as it did. “I’m not going to just leave you in the snow like this.” You could never tell if moments like this were of genuine concern of you, or humanity in general. Quickly you tried collecting some items before Aurum up and got everything. “You seem unharmed at least.”

“Yeah.” You couldn’t help smiling. He wore that Devichi scarf loosely over their shoulders. No wonder Mammon was so insistent on getting it for them, the dark mulberry color perfectly complimented their light tan tone, the gold diamond thread pattern just the right contrast, it’s shininess drawing the eye to the other shine on them, those bright, gray sharp eyes. It even matched that gold painite ear stud they always wore.

“What ARE you doing here anyway, aren’t you supposed to be partying it up back home?”

He kept gathering the wayward ornaments farthest from you, was it for your convenience or to not have an anime moment of accidentally touching hands when grabbing the same thing… It was a fun thought, but you knew better. How did you manage to throw them out so far anyway. Panicking in the moment you must have tossed them farther than expected.

“Plans had changed, and the party’s getting delayed till after Christmas it seems, so, I’m taking my time getting decorations…”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that.”

… You doubted it, but with the party delayed maybe he’d actually consider it since there’s more time. “You know, if you don’t have any plans already Mammon would really like you there.”

“Not. A. Chance.”

… It was understandable just why those words were so sharp and terse. It must hurt, still though…

“Boo. Do you have any plans?”

“Not really, I’ve never done much for Christmas…” Really? This sounded like just the thing Mammon would take advantage of to party in a major human city together. “That everything?” They stood, holding a refilled bag to you.

You squatted down, trying to sift through the thing quickly as well as the bag you filled. “Perfect, I’m not going back, and I’d rather be with you.”

“…” Flinching back, they felt an uncomfortable heat raise to their cheeks. How could you just say something like THAT so casually. “I-I- What! No, you don’t have to not be with your family because of me.”

“… They’re not just my family, they your’s too. You’re a part of Mammon’s family.”

…

“You of all people don’t need to tell me that.”

It was so, so tempting to reach out. To place a hand on their shoulder, take their hand, something, but you didn’t want to push them too far.

“You’re family to me.”

“……… You can’t joke like that.” Their tone was uncertain, of what you just said or their own questioning of such you weren’t sure. How you wished you could be sure about more things of the man.

“I’m not.” That may not have been entirely correct, more so you WANTED them to be family, to be closer to them, for them to let down the last few walls that were still firmly cemented there despite how much either of you could want them down.

“You… you…”

“Aurum!?” The man sprinted past you, kicking up snow as they went!

Down that steep street those bobbles rolled. Your body lurched forward about to make chase, but the stuff. Gaze snapping between the two you groaned before running after the idiot! He wasn’t going to catch up to it, and of all things he could at least run on the sidewalk, it may be a walkable city but there were still cars and trolleys! “AURUM!”

Feet tripping into one another, gravity crashing down, the man ran just able to not have another impromptu meeting with the ground within a few minuets. The ornaments were just in reach! They just needed too-

…

meet the ground

again

At least it was their own fault this time and not being suddenly attacked from the back.

And judging by the feeling in their hand they managed to get one of the decorations, and not break it in the process!

They thought, who knows, maybe the thing broke and the numbness from the cold just made them unable to tell.

There was yet still another, so with a huff they got up, sitting for a moment to catch their breath.

“Aurum, you can’t just do that!”

Ah, you arrived.

“I apologize, but I got one back in the end, didn’t I?” They held out the now scratched up sphere like some eager, smug dog.

“I can’t stand you!”

“Didn’t you just confess you cared about me?”

“You’re the worst!”

God damn it, and he just had to do that stupid, beautiful laugh in the moment, the deep one that shook their whole body that you had only seen once before.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you ju-just-” More laughter erupted from him, they did try stopping and cover their mouth but it didn’t help matters at all.

“Just tell me you’re okay.”

“I-I’m okay, I swear.” They leaned forward, putting all their weight into the action, letting the momentum help them to their feet, although they did sway back for a moment. Maybe the shock of falling sequentially messed with their balance, but you were already worried. With that they spun on toe to catch himself, arms and their other leg out, before going to spin on the other. “See, fit as a fiddle, dainty as a ballerina!”

They tried not smiling, they truly did, but even now you got that bubbly feeling to bloom and pop in his chest, the excitement making their heart and hands tremble slightly.

That, or they needed to see a doctor because the falls broke something in them, but they could deal with that later, for now…

Finally managing to regain balance they stood still eyeing where the other bobble went, just down the road. They trotted along, you following immediately after, them stopping and kneeling before a car. Then lying down on their belly. “There.”

Immediately following suit you spotted the thing as well. “We can’t reach it though, and who knows where the owner is.”

Aurum sat back on their heels for a moment, fiddling with something at their waist.

What?

You…

It was like something was blurry, eyes just unable to focus, something like brain fog but with sight somehow. They-

THEY HELD A SWORD!? “WHERE DID YOU GET THAT!?”

“The straps on my belt.”

With the FREAKING SWORD still in it’s scabbard the man was able to push the bobble as if it were JUST SOME STICK THEY HAPPENED TO PICK UP OFF THE SIDE OF THE ROAD!

“I-I don’t remember there being?????”

“Good, you’re not supposed to.”

And just like that the…

Stick?

The thing they used was gone.

The uh

…

the

the what?

One hand behind their back, the other was held before you and you took it, them pulling you back up to your feet.

“Well, I believe that to be enough fun in the snow for one day. Where are you going, it seems you may like some help carrying your things?”

“The stuff!” And off you were back up the hill, your friend close behind.

You placed both the bobbles back in the bags, this time making sure to ACTUALLY check if everything was there and not be distracted by the pretty thing beside you. “Thank you for the help.”

“There’s no need, really. Anyone else would have done the same-”

As if.

“-Besides if for some stupid reason I didn’t Loser and those brothers-”

“Loser?”

He stared at you for a moment, confused at your snickering and your quest-…

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“Don’t tell dad I called Lucifer that!” His panic only made that bubbling laughter come spilling out in earnest. “I’m serious! You know how much he respects the man!”

“O-okay, okay!”

“Your continued laughter leads me to believe otherwise MC!”

How were you supposed to stop!? Someone calling THE Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, Loser so casually, it just caught you off guard!

“Stop that MC!”

With deep breaths you managed to settle it, your companion now kneeling beside you, his hand up, pinky out. “Pinky promise you won’t tell him.”

And now saying to pinky promise so seriously. “Okay I-”

He drew their hand back in an instant as if you would burn them. “Mc, if you break this promise I will take that finger, I’m not joking.”

I’d rather you take my ring finger.

…

Thank goodness you did not actually say that. No more silly retorts!

“I won’t. I swear.” Hesitantly they held their hand back out, your pinkies now entwined.

With a huff they stood, taking the stack of boxes. “So where are you heading next?”

“I was just wandering around really. I should go to the hotel and get a room.”

“You don’t have one already?”

You lightly shook your head, you did just arrive and you rather get you job done first so you could spend the rest of your time relaxing, beside with the holiday right around the corner it’d only get harder and harder to get the things. “Even during summer there’s usually space so I didn’t think there’d be trouble.” But since the man was asking, it seems that may not be true.

“Christmas time is a bit of a different story. Here,” Effortless they balanced the pile in one hand, their other rummaging through their pocket before placing something in your’s. Their key ring. “go to my place and call to see if there’s any openings just in case. Logs are stacked beside the fireplace, lighter is in the top left most drawer of the counter, the one right next to the oven. Make yourself at home, Last I knew there wasn’t any openings so you can wait there till you get news of any. I’ll be there in about half an hour. OH, wait, how do you feel about soup for dinner? That’s what I was going to have unless you feel like something else?”

“Wait, wait, wait, hold on! I’ll just come with you.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“I’ll be fine, so where were you going before I fell for you?”

“Ugh…” Gingerly they took the keys back. “Exotic bird store then the bakery. Fresh bread for soup is the best. If you’d want it?”

“Yeah, let’s go! Warm soup sounds perfect!”

Exotic birds? Quickly you took the bags before Aurum could attempt too and coaxed them on their way.

The pair of you trotted along on the streets, the light tapping on stone or the crunching of snow beneath foot. Deep chimes rung from the church, bell tolling the time, your friend picking up pace at it’s call. It was a curious little town, much of the architecture kept from it’s founding days, bridges connecting the higher levels of buildings, hidden walkways that led to street markets, pulley systems still attached to buildings in order to lift up cargo. It felt odd at times to be climbing up what you assumed to be fire escapes, yet you still followed, Aurum and others on occasion using those stares to get to the higher levels for those bridges, even going through the shops on those higher levels to reach back to the ground floor, or directly into the shop you were looking for!

“Close the door behind you.”

“Oh.” You did as told, probably a good thing having a double door system to get in. Big dish like things hung from the ceiling, massive colorful birds rested and occasionally flew from one of the set up perches in a dish to another. A massive floor space. Cages in one corner, ropes and plastic chains beside those, toys covered just about the rest of the walls aside from the one you were headed for, many dispensers. Millet seed, pumpkin seeds, sunflower seeds and many others, Aurum held a clear bag under the peanuts one. Once the thing was about halfway full they placed it on the scale, about 2 pounds. And… that was all they bought.

Huh.

“Are they cheaper here?”

“They’re unsalted. That stuff is awful for birds.”

Ooh!

You couldn’t help looking up and around for any feathered friends. Aurum couldn’t help himself either once he spotted your excitement, they knew the silly creatures would make themselves known soon enough anyway so they should be able to point them out to you and… make you smile…

This little crush was going to do something awful to his heart, he just knew it.

Bakery! Aurum needed bread for the soup. They picked up pace, after all you both had been out for awhile and had taken tumbles, a warm soup would be just the thing to melt those troubles away! And thankfully the bakery wasn’t too far.

Given your odd timing there was not much of a line, very quickly popping in and out, unfortunate really, the place smelled divine.

At least the disappointment was not long, cawing drawing your attention. You had arrived at Aurum’s street after all. One followed, hopping along those garlands, another two were perched on fencing before flying up and into one of the trees that lined the walkway, finally another pair hopping about in the lawn beyond the short brick wall, them picking at the ground, tossing up snow, attempting to catch the other’s tail, a few discarded shells left in the grass.

Items were all left on the steps to the porch except for the one bag. You weren’t quite sure what to do once a handful of those nuts were placed in your palm so you watched. Several were left on the brick wall, just past those vibrant camellia bushes, striking all those shades of pink with the occasional cream or ones that were white in the middle and red at the tip. A few on the porch’s fence, some even against one of the flower bushes that had an out cove and metal bowl with some water inside. Others were hidden in toys that were scattered about, a long tube, a little wooden box with holes and doors, a plastic ball with a few holes, and some other similar things.

“Ah!” Your startled yelp turned to excited giggles realizing it was one of the crows that swooped down and landed on your arm to nab the treats you held. And it was cute seeing Aurum immediately flip around, hand on hip before a sigh escape him. They stood there, arm crossed, hand on chin, quietly chuckling as you panicked a little, another one of those little feathered fiends landed on your arms, smile so bright, the glint of that golden tooth just barely noticeable, crows feet in the corner of the eyes.

“Alright, enough you two, Mc is a guest, not the bird feeder I’ve been promising.” The one given head scritches cawed quietly, eyes slowly closing while the other started nipping at the man’s sleeve. “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you.” Then that one got scritches the other began to nip. “Hey. No, you got scritches already.”

“Aw, maybe just a few more.”

A playful tone played on their tongue as they spoke, tying up the clear peanut bag. “Absolutely not. They are insatiable little things. They can and WILL keep you in place all day for pets. We must make our escape quickly.”

It was not the biggest home but it felt bigger with the kitchen, dinning room, and living room being an open floor plan, the only wall separating them was the one across from the front door to the kitchen, beginning the hallway that lead to the rest of the house. There was some lattice work to separate some of the kitchen from the living room and a couch blocked off some of where the dining room and living room connected while an island connected to the burners served the division of the dinning room from the kitchen, the island half being taller than the burner half.

“Make yourself at home, you can leave your things in the guest room, down the hall first door on the right, fire will be lit in a moment.” That usual neutral, gentle tone was back. It may not have been for long but it was nice, that moment they were relaxed. Maybe it hit them that you of all people were here at their home and possibly staying for a few nights…

Maybe if the hotel didn’t have any openings soon, you’d see if you could stay in the next town over. Even if they wanted too, they wouldn’t go back on the offer of letting you stay.

They sped walked past, leaving the peanuts on a pony wall beside the front door, right next to an identical bag with about three nuts left.

You did as told, opting to snoop around later, the thought of a fire too inviting. Lo and behold the moment you exited you spotted Aurum kneeling at the brick fireplace, the flame growing exponentially in mere moments.

The heat was lovely.

“Mind having dinner early?”

“Not at all.”

“Alright,-” They stood, stretching his arms back and above their head. “I’ll get started then.”

“Could I help with anything?”

“You’re a guest, you don’t need to do a thing.”

“What if I wanted too?”

He eyed you before taking off that scarf and draping it over the backrest of the couch. “If you hurt yourself once I’m kicking you out of the kitchen.”

Yes!

“In the top vegetable drawer is most everything we’d need already prepped so just place them on the counter.”

“Yes, Chef!”

Curiously you eyed the man, him staying in the living room. Fiddling with a black rectangular box, music began to play from those big old wooden woven speakers strewn through out the living room. The thing was connected to the radio! They flipped from station to station, getting snippets of songs, or news readings till there was holiday music. With that done they quickly trotted back, setting up the pot and stock.

Obediently you followed instructions, frying the onion, grilling the chicken, adding the celery, carrots, garlic, broccoli, cheese in the right time, the broth thickening turning to a cream color, Aurum stirring the pot, adding spices and letting you taste, blending the potatoes and adding them along.

“That good?”

“That pinch of hot paprika is perfect!”

“Then I think we’re just about done! Let’s just leave it over low flame for a few minuets. I’ll set up the table.”

“Thank you.”

“Huh? For what?”

“Just, everything. Earlier and for letting me stay. You’re a really good guy.”

They stood there, bowls in hand looking to you, a brow raised. “I don’t mean to be rude, but you need higher standards. This is just basic decency.” They continued into the dinning room. “Anyone else would be happy to help a pretty thing like you.”

Damn it man just accept the compliment. Yet, that was also part of his charm, just… his kindness always deliberate, something they believed that everyone deserved, even for someone he had not the best feelings of.

The soup was lovely, not the fanciest, but homely and creamy. Those splices ignited the core, carrots, broccoli, and onions just melted in the mouth and chicken so tender.

“Say, Aurum.”

“Yeah.”

“How come you’ve never done much for the holidays?” Even with just a quick glance you could spot no decorations, they didn’t even already have holiday music ready, something you would have expected from the man.

“… Never a point to it I guess, most I’ve done was maybe volunteering at the wayfarer’s last year.” They took a bite as they mulled it over more. “We tried a few times, but dad always got summoned back real quick. There was a year where he kept wanting me to summon him but a few minuets later and he was taken away again. I stopped after the fourth time, it wasn’t fair to anyone. He asked me if I was sure though.”

“… If you said so I’m sure he’d make it work-”

“Exactly.”

…

They placed their spoon down, arms crossed, leaning on the table. “I could tell, he wanted to be with his brothers as well. I didn’t like it or get it, why he’d want to spend the day with people who hurt him all the time. But… they’ve been getting better, because of you and maybe…”

They couldn’t look at you anymore. “Maybe they’ll keep getting better and stop hurting him. I’m human after all. Just… I could push it, ask the man who took me in and loved me when no one else would, the man who saw something in me that he couldn’t let go, ask the man who had already given me everything to give me time…

…

What if pushing it somehow strained and severed those ties with his brothers? If I got him to stay here with me, then what would he be left with after I die in a few years?

I could never ask anything more of the man who’s already given me everything. It’s much more important he keeps and makes those ties better in the long run.”

…

“And it’s not like it’s different from any other day when you think about it. I can still summon dad whenever he asks, and it’s not like he doesn’t give me things other days of the year.” Uh huh, and that forced tone definitely didn’t terribly clash with the somber one they had moments before.

“But, you gotta have a Christmas something, right? Like what about your CDs?”

They blinked for a moment before jumping out of their seat. “Well of course I do. I just don’t usually think to take them out, you hear the songs the moment you step outside, so I guess I never felt a need to listen to them more than that.” They marched for the wall past the black cd/radio player which itself was covered in cd cases, as well as the record player behind that, the wall beyond those was practically covered floor to ceiling in wooden dowel cd racks, not a space on the shelving left empty.

They froze the moment their finger landed on one of those cases. “Oh, uh, were you just asking or did-”

“I want to hear one!”

“Ah, good!”

Soon a saxophone started, the rest of the swinging big band following after.

“Hmm?” they stopped in their tracks as you approached, standing right before them.

“Know any swing dances that go with these?”

“You want to dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” A tentative smile pulled on his lips and the held up their hand for you to take.

“By the way, will the Aries’ Dream be open on Christmas?”

“The kitchen will be open to make Christmas brunch for the hotel guests, the bar itself not quite.”

“So you have Christmas off.”

“Yes.”

“Can it still be reserved?”

“… Yes?”

“And you’d be there?”

“If the Dream is to be reserved, I am required to oversee it and keep quality control.”

“And once the event is done you can go back to having a day off?”

They eyed you suspiciously. “……… Yes.”

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And that was about what? A week ago? They rolled over in bed, not wishing to depart from those comforting, warm sheets. They could have stayed in bed, perhaps make some hot coco with peppermint.

… they wouldn’t have, but HE COULD OF!

BUT NO!

NOW BECAUSE OF YOU THEY HAD WORK FOR YOUR ‘MYSTERY GUESTS’ WHO IS NOT A MYSTERY AT! ALL!

They laid face flat on a pillow, loudly groaning wondering how the hell you convinced them to take on your request.

It was your stupidly charming dancing, it couldn’t be anything else. You successfully distracted them and made them agree to something terrible!

There was no point in screaming into a pillow aside from it feeling nice in a way, they had to get going.

A warm shower eased the nerves, that fluffy yellow robe kept some of the heat in even when they left the steam filled room. A dark green button-up would do to fit the Christmas cheer, black vest, black slacks, black socks, black dress shoes, tapping their toe to the ground as they checked the mirror. Fiddling with their stud earring they wondered if he should have some other jewelry as well… Mammon had gifted them those rings, deciding the thin one with the little dark green gem would be fitting, finally ready they left.

The last of the leftover was polished off for breakfast, everything left soaking in the sink to be cleaned when getting back.

“Hmm?” The moment they shut the front door something glinted catching the eye. A thin shiny chain, a blue cat eye pendant and some coins. Hopefully none of this was stolen… again. Merrily they cawed once the trinkets were pocketed, Aurum leaving a handful of peanuts as breakfast on the brick wall.

… Perhaps they should have brought a coat, snow beginning to drift down. It was too late to run back. Well, not quite, not unless he wanted to look completely disheveled which absolutely wouldn’t do for work.

Strolling along he slowed his pace upon hearing the sweetly ringing bell of the trolley. “YOU’VE GOT WORK ON CHRISTMAS!?”

They turned around, a hand beside their mouth. “I SHOULD BE ASKING YOU THE SAME THING!”

That boisterous laughter erupted into the air. “THE TROLLEYS STOP FOR NO ONE AURUM!”

Once it rolled by the man hopped onto the platform on the back, gripping the grabbing bar tight till he was sure his feet were steady.

“Maybe I’ll drop by the bar later and keep you company.”

“I’d love that, but there’s no need, I’m sure the grandkids would miss you. Besides I won’t be there all day. Perhaps tomorrow.”

“Haha, alright, alright.”

It was lovely watching as the seaside grew more distant and lower. They leaned against the railing taking a deep breath of that salty sea air, tucking some of their hair behind their ear so it’d stop flipping into their face. They really needed to get some hairpins or hairbands, but those damage the hair, and they couldn’t do it and so they simply had to deal with their hair slapping them in the face on breezy days.

Soon they arrived, hopping off, their footfalls light taps on the stone ground. So-

“Aru!”

“Gah-”

The man was practically tackled to the ground, an arm draped over his shoulders, pulling him close. A hyena-like laugh ringing in their ears. “Bet ya weren’t expectin’ me kiddo!”

“Dad!”

“WA-”

It was only fair they treat Mammon in kind, trying to tackle him, hugging him as tight as possible! “Hey- EY!”

“Dad? DAD!”

With a thud the two fell to the ground.

“Man you’ve gotten stronger, look at ya, takin’ me down!” The demon’s eyes practically sparkled.

“Come on, you’re not that old and frail yet! You fell on purpose!”

Quickly the man scrambled up, an embarrassed heat raising to their cheeks while Mammon laughed. “I don’t know, you’re growin like a weed!”

Happily he took his son’s outstretched hand, Aurum easily pulling him to his feet. “Alright, we have a party to set up, don’t we.”

“Yeah we do!”

“I still have some Demonus from the last shipment you got me, or is there a special one you wanted?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love this! I got the artisanal stuff. Homemade too by an expert!”

“Could I have a taste?”

“Of course! I saved a few bottles for personal use.”

“Perfect! I can make some mixes with more confidence in the flavor.”

“Why ya askin though? I always get ya some for yourself.”

“Yeah, but that’s the usual shipment for the bar, since these were for a party, I wasn’t sure if as much was or even could be gotten.”

“Aw, don’t ya worry! I get ya whatever you need.”

As the pair walked along the demon looked over his shoulder to you. “Aren’t ya commin?”

“In a minuet, just enjoying the view.”

The bar was already decorated in festive cheer, but there was still set up to be done. The feast laid out on each and every table, spells to make sure any noise or more destructive tendencies wouldn’t disturb the kitchen staff or hotel guests, more decorations, the music up and ready to go and other such things. Aurum spotted how you and Mammon slipped behind the bar with a something but said nothing about it, if there were everyday guests they’d demand to know what you troublemakers were doing, but since it was your party they were willing to leave it be, they’d find out soon enough anyway.

And soon enough the time was arriving. Mammon left to collect his siblings and the rest. You stayed behind double checking nothing had happened to the next several courses. Aurum stood behind the bar, their back to the door taking a glass off the shelf, and a rag beginning to absentmindedly polish the already shiny cup.

“Hey.”

“Yes?”

“… Everyone’s going to be on their best behavior, I promise.”

Suddenly a chorus of voices came crashing in.

“Oh, I remember this place! You’ve taken me here before!”

“You too?”

“Oh! The bartender made THE BEST cheeseburger for me!”

“HAhhahaha! The mysterious bar with Demonus! Do you take everyone here because you’re the provider?”

“Mammon!”

“Wait, wait! Hold on! It’s legit! I get everythin from Abaddon!”

With a soft thunk the glass was placed on the counter.

His smile kind and soft, shoulders relaxed, heart thumping against their ribcage. “Welcome to the Aries’ Dream, so you are the party. Many familiar faces, I see. It’s a pleasure to have you all back.” For the business’ sake. Having a prince and such high profile leaders as possible repeat customers was a… good thing… very… good…

They were just customers.

Seems they were not immune to the holiday cheer, nothing but laughter and celebrations. They knew the child was in fact older than himself but seeing Luke with such a boisterous, buzzed bunch still was nerve-wracking. But it was reserved as a private party and they said children would be allowed. Asmodeus tried dragging Mammon and other into dancing, all accepted but the one demon who stuck by the bar chatting with whoever decided to take the seats beside him, usually Loser. Barbatos at times seemed unsure what to do with himself, Aurum having him nurse a drink while they told the history of it. Beelzebub almost broke into the kitchen but thankfully you were there to stop it. There were a few new faces to the bar but Aurum recognized from pictures such as Solomon who kept complimenting you on the ‘decorations’ and how you did such a good job casting them, or Simeon who tried sticking to Lucifer’s side. Diavolo bounced around, one minuet dancing, the next chatting with Mammon and Lucifer, the next asking about drinks he’d never heard of like beer. They don’t know how but at some point Belphegor fell asleep on the floor behind the bar, but it was easy enough to just keep stepping over him.

“Uh, guys we should start wrapping up soon!” Aurum looked to you confused, there was still some time till the end of the reservation, but the others checked the time, agreeing, even if disappointed. Did they all just take that long to get going?

“Sorry about Belphie.” The giant scooped up his twin from the floor.

“Oh, it’s no problem.”

Slowly they gathered themselves, one by one leaving.

“Eh, we still got some time. I’ll have another drink and catch up with ya later!”

“Mammon, we’re leaving.”

You quickly stood between Lucifer and the second born. “I’ll look after him, just enjoy yourself Lucifer.”

With a sigh, the demon agreed before ushering the last few stragglers out.

“Welp, I’m bored! See later Mammon, bye Aurum!” And with that you slipped into the hotel.

“I-What?”

Mammon simply waved you off before perking right up.

“Kid, ‘ey, check under ya!”

“… The ice box.”

“Nah, next to that!”

Suspicious…

Whatever, Mammon seemed like he was excited so Aurum couldn’t help playing along. So whatever they did was hidden away with the special unbreakable glasses.

… The glasses were shoved aside for something in wrapping paper and a bow. They stood, the item soft.

“I… I got you a present too! I didn’t think I’d have the chance to give it to you today so it’s back home bu-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright kid! You don’t need to get work up about it. We’ll got pick it up later, alright?”

“Okay!”

Gently he run his hands over the shiny, glossy paper before tugging at the bow and picking at the tape that held it all together.

…

It looked like lace but clearly crocheted. Black with a rainbow like shimmer to it. The pattern looked almost like wings, many feathers all together. At the ends of the poncho were silver and gold tassels.

“C’mon, put it on!” Only then did Aurum notice how their dad was practically vibrating in his seat.

They only noticed Mammon leaned over the counter to hug them from the pressure, the moment he worn their gift he felt warm.

“Merry Christmas.

“Merry Christmas dad.”

Eventually they both let go.

“Oh, times up! You’re off the clock now! Need ta get goin’.”

“Going?”

“Yeah! Town up north’s having a festival, and we’re going!”

“We are!?”

“Tch, yeah. I just said so.”

“What about…”

“Eh, they have plans here, Mc’ll warn us where they’re at. So we better go before they notice!”

“I-Okay, just gimmie a second to lock up!”

Well

Damn it

Aurum never got you anything, yet here you were giving them

Giving them THIS

Of all things

…

They just had to make it up to you next year then.

[guanana]

wants n’ kneads (teaser) ♡ njm x reader 

— part of the neo therapy collection (18+)

teaser word count: 1.9k+

pairing: masseuse!jaemin x reader

genre: f x m, smut, crack

summary: the stress of the office has caught up to you once again. in fact, it came back so strong your back has given out ten times worse than before.

as if things couldn't get any worse, jeno’s out of town. with your trusty chiropractor missing in action, circumstance leads you to the front door of neo therapy’s late night masseuse.

jaemin's not the friendliest nor the most talkative, so your utter confusion makes complete sense when his fingers find themselves knuckle-deep in your pussy halfway through the massage.

teaser warnings/content: no smut but mc gets naked + the touching gets very suggestive, mean & cold jaemin, black hair nana superiority, features of characters/references to prior to this part, as always poor mc bites off more than she can chew </3

author’s note: back to the grind! our taglist is very much open, and it’d mean the world if you’d be interested in being tagged in this fic along with future installments by both monnie and i :)  those who have already joined will be tagged once the full fic is uploaded

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You’ve never been to a massage parlor before, much less a private practice in of itself. It’s jarring, the single spa table smack dab in the middle of the poorly lit room. Under a different circumstance, you’d laugh at the obvious similarity it has to Jeno’s ‘spinal stabilizer table,’ but you’re still a bit bitter at him for how he spoke to you during your call with him.

Everything else is barely illuminated by the two white candles that rest atop the decorative stands at either side of the bed. The source of the sound of flowing water can be appointed to the office-sized bamboo fountain, plopping up and down with each round. A wall-drilled shelf that carries a whole array of oils, perfume bottles, and house plants alike– Na Jaemin seems to be as put together as he looks. There’s even a well-loved money tree at the corner of the room.

God, this was so last minute. Looking down at your breasts, you had completely run out of the house with your blandest bra. But did that even matter? How much were you even supposed to take off when getting a massage? The guy didn’t even specify, and it’s not like you could ask him anyway– he was unapproachable as all hell, what with that stinky glare of his.

God, this was so last minute. Looking down at your breasts, you had completely run out of the house with your blandest bra. But did that even matter? How much were you even supposed to take off when getting a massage? The guy didn’t even specify, and it’s not like you could ask him anyway– he was unapproachable as all hell, what with that stinky glare of his.

God, this was so last minute. Looking down at your breasts, you had completely run out of the house with your blandest bra. But did that even matter? How much were you even supposed to take off when getting a massage? The guy didn’t even specify, and it’s not like you could ask him anyway– he was unapproachable as all hell, what with that stinky glare of his.

You decide to go with your gut and keep on your camisole that you’ve worn underneath, and shortly your pencil skirt follows with a flick of the buckle and an unzip. Stepping out from the fabric that’s pooled around your feet, you dispose of your signature heels right after. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you feel just a bit self conscious. You aren’t naked, but you feel way too bare for someone you barely know. At least Yangyang had gone out of his way to make you feel welcome in his salon, no matter how overzealous or eager he was. 

Now you were really overthinking things. It’s just business, Jaemin is probably more than used to this by now. 

Tap, tap, tap. 

“Ready?” Jaemin calls from behind the oak wood door, and you’re now scrambling to sloppily fold your clothes and toss them onto the closest elevated surface. 

“Ah, yeah! Hold on just a second!” Flopping under the thin sheet that has been provided on top of the massage table, you topple over face down and dig your face into the hole that’s left for you to breathe out of. Shimmying and securing your bottom to make sure that your ass cheeks wouldn’t be outright in his face, you deem yourself as physically ready as you can for your massage. Mentally though? That was another story. “Okay! You can come in now!”

The screech of the door is blaring as it invades your ears, and the padding of footsteps has you biting your cheek in something akin to apprehension. You can’t see, but in seconds you can feel his presence next to you. He has an unwelcoming and cold aura that is tacit even without looking at him. 

You don’t know what you were expecting. A run down of what entails in this luxury package, maybe? But instead you feel a finger hook against the protective sheet that covers your body, pulling it down just past your shoulders. The unanticipated action makes you jolt slightly, especially when you feel the surface of his knuckle just barely caress the top of your spine.

“I thought you said that you were ready?” Is all he says, and the confusion has you pushing yourself up from the bed and twisting yourself to look at him.

That same bored expression is present on his face, and it kind of bothers you. “I… am?” 

He groans, glaring at you like you’ve failed to follow some basic instructions that even the most simple minded person could. The hand that was at your back earlier travels around your front where you’re bent to face him, and it’s now looping around the spaghetti strap of your undershirt. “You’re still wearing clothes.” He deadpans. Pulling the strap along with his knuckle, he carelessly lets it snap against your skin, causing you to recoil in shock. You’re spared not even a second when he grabs at the sheet to reveal yourself and your modesty to his gaze. “You did get the deluxe package, yes?”

The minimal source of light makes him appear all the more threatening, his eyes shadowed and voided under the black strands that fall just a little over his brows. Absurdly broad shoulders and a thick neck that support a strikingly gorgeous face, quirked to the side with lowered lids. You weren’t able to pinpoint it then, but you can now: Jaemin intimidates the fuck out of you.

“I did.” You confirm.

“Then take the rest of these off,” He huffs, discarding the sheet onto you once again, and you’re flailing against it when it catches against your limbs awkwardly. “You took so long I thought you’d be done by now, but you’ve already cut into five minutes of your session already.”

“Five?” You stammer, completely appalled by how ridiculously picky he’s being. “But you haven’t even started yet!”

“Time is money, and I don’t have a second to waste,” He retorts, tapping his foot impatiently with every beat of inaction you commit to. “Now if you don’t want to cut any further into either of our time and want me to get started, I suggest you do things properly.”

Now he’s just being an asshole. “Fine,” You say, crossing your arms under the hem of your undershirt before ripping it off and tossing it at his shoes pettishly. “Let’s just get this over with. I’d hate to waste your oh so precious time,” The action makes the skin of his cheek hollow, and he’s kicking the article of clothing to the side as if it’s tainted his precious YSL’s. You tut at his blatant rudeness. Pretentious prick. 

The intimidation is replaced with so much fury that you can’t stop yourself from keeping your mouth shut– “Even if I’m the only one who’s actually giving you business tonight. Your schedule was looking quite empty.”

“Excuse me?” He begs your pardon as you turn away from him, missing the way he licks his lips when you turn away to unclasp your bra. 

“Stole a look at your planner when you let me in,” You mutter as the beige piece falls steadily from your shoulders, covering your breasts with your forearm so you don’t flash him a nipple. “Looks like I was your only appointment this whole day? I’m guessing Jeno wanted me to come here to help you keep the lights on.”

“You’re awfully cheeky,” He growls, his growing irritation is more than apparent, and it brings you some satisfaction that you’re able to get a rise out of him. “Service providers like us have slow days, too. I have plenty of clients, so don’t act like a know-it-all.”

“With the ‘service’ you provide,” You say with air quotes, giving his stance a quick once over up and down. “It’s hard to imagine you get any customers at all. Not with this attitude, at least.” 

It seems that the cat’s gotten his tongue when he doesn’t respond, and you take great pride in your small victory. You allow a smirk to take over your features before you go to lay flat down onto the bed. “I don’t think I’ve done anything to warrant such behavior, but maybe that’s why you have three stars on Yelp.” But just as your nipples graze the cool black leather of the surface, a large hand grips at the nape of your neck to stop you. “Wha–”

“What’d I say about keeping conversation to a minimum?” He quirks a brow at you, the thumb of his hand digging deeply into the side of your neck, but instead of pain you feel an odd sense of relief when he draws rough circles into the spot. You involuntarily curl into the touch, a hitch of breath betraying your urge to bite at him. “See? All this talking has kept you from getting what you need.”

Dropping your head onto the cushion lazily, you let both of his hands travel down the expanse of your back. His touch is adhered by the clothed boundary, a benign yet teasing reminder of your blissful ignorance to what’s expected in a massage. Pressure is applied onto the tightest knots of your back, and as they unwind you find that Jaemin is assessing your reactions with every movement. A glide of the bottom of his palm here, a knead of the flat of his knuckles along your shoulder blade there. Lower and lower he travels, and your eyelashes fall over like a curtain coming to a close, sleep threatening to overtaking your senses–

“You forgot one more.” He lilts with a handful of your ass, giving an experimental squeeze that has you instinctively grabbing at his forearm. Your jaw drops at not only the audacity but the strained vein that trails up the bare skin, completely missing him rolling his sleeves on before getting to work on you. 

“What are you talking about?” You splutter, making eye contact where your bottom and his grasp meet, and you’d be a fool to deny that the contact has a bout of heat traveling from where it begins to your ears. 

Completely disregarding your pitiful state, that blank stare now morphed to an amused face that reeks of complacency. Jiggling and palming at the flesh as if to add onto your embarrassment, he answers as if it was clear as day. Sneaking around the white cloth that served to protect you, he tugs at the hem of your panties, specifically at the crotch.

“I told you to take the rest off,” He shakes his head, tugging upward so that it scrunches up against your folds. “You ordered the deluxe package, which requires you to be completely naked. I can’t work with this.”

“But I thought–”

“You want to feel better, right?” He croons, lips puckering into a pout as he watches you squirm against him. “Don’t you?” 

After the horrible week you’ve had, the shit that your supervisor put you through, and now the way Jeno treated you– Jaemin is right. You just want to drown out everything that’s happened and fall into utter relaxation. 

“Let me take these off?” He asks, tracing the curve of your cheek. When you give him a terse nod, you receive your very first smile from him. Though it’s a bit disingenuous, something in your gut telling you that he may or may not have your best intentions in mind. It somehow exhilarates you though, his unpredictability keeping you on your toes for what he’ll do next. 

“That was just a glimpse of the session,” His voice lulls you in like a pied piper when he slides the fabric down your legs, beckoning you to follow him into the deepest depths of pleasure. You grant him room to let it slide past your ankles, and you’re now laid completely bare for him to see. “I guess I can be generous and add an extra few minutes to your session.”

A pleased hum sounds behind you, and you peek over your shoulder to catch his bottom lip caught between his teeth, ogling your now visible folds. It’s as if he wishes to show you that luxury doesn’t need to stop at relief, that there’s something beyond the fixture. He was going to show you pure delight. 

“Let me show you why every second counts.”

[jenomark]

➔Pairing: Idol!Jaemin x Reader (Female) ➔Other Members/ Characters: -.- ➔Genre: Smut ➔Warnings: Oral (F+M) + Penetration (F) ➔Word count: 2,473

➔Summary: Developing a crush on The Na Jaemin was never in the plan, but when his female co-host ends up late to the set, you step in, in more ways than one.

Anon Requested: Hello - may I request a Dreamie idolverse (idol!reader x your pick, based on who you think fits the best) where they have to interact on camera and there’s a huge tension and buildup, and then when they have a moment alone after, they can’t keep their hands off each other? Thank you! 😊

“You! Girl!” someone called.

Startled, you looked around for the voice to see a very sour looking man gesturing for you to come forward. Clipboard in hand, and an earpiece dangling from his ear, he very impatiently pointed at a spot next to the male co-host.

Na Jaemin looked up from the script in his hand. He looked at you first, how you stood there rooted to the spot in fear. Next, he looked at the man who was seconds away from getting angry with you, and he clapped him on the back.

“Sir,” he said. “There is plenty of time. I'm okay with waiting.”

The man seemed to settle down a bit. When he looked at you a second time, he asked you nicely to stand next to Jaemin, but his eyes made it clear that you better listen.

“To check the lighting,” he added gruffly before disappearing and leaving you and Jaemin alone.

The female co-host was late. Since they needed someone to stand in for her, in order for them to adjust the lighting correctly, and to see how the person next to Jaemin would appear on camera, you were the girl up for the job. Didn’t matter that all you were was a lowly assistant. Didn’t matter that Jaemin was the most handsome man you had ever seen, or that being in close proximity with him meant having to finally address the crush you had on him.

“These lights are hot.” Jaemin said. “After this, you should get into some cool air.”

Oh My God, he is talking to me. A real idol...talking to ME, you thought.

You moved your head a little to the right to show that you were listening. He was right. The lights were very hot, and you could feel yourself sweating underneath the thick sweater you wore. You were going to respond to him, gathering up the courage to do so, but a voice over the loudspeaker announced that the female co-host wouldn’t be there for another half hour.

You looked over at Jaemin. His professionalism allowed him to smile gracefully at the inconvenience. He tucked his script underneath his arm and looked towards the camera. You couldn’t stop staring at him, and you didn’t stop until someone snapped at you to look at the camera, too.

“People here aren’t very nice.” you found yourself saying.

“Not always.” he said.

You could feel him staring at you, but you didn’t dare look at him. The people behind the camera had their eyes on you. You were too scared to act up. It wasn’t until Jaemin touched his fingertips to the inside of your palm that you looked over at him.

“Have you been working here for a long time?” he asked. “I think I remember seeing you a few weeks ago.”

“That was me.” you said, trying your best to forget the time you tripped right in front of him and nearly fell flat on your face. If it wasn’t for the fact that everyone was watching and your pride forced you to catch yourself, you would have embarrassed yourself completely in front of The Na Jaemin.

Your little work crushes never lasted long, but there hadn’t been many people that affected you quite like Jaemin did. He was always so present with the people around him, so jovial and warm. He was kind to the staff. He even paid for the coffee everyone drank one day, the bill too enormous for someone with a job like yours. Sure, he was handsome and everything was perfect, and it was cool that he was an idol, but there was something about him that felt normal to you. Romanticizing him couldn't stop that feeling every time you set your eyes on him.

“Have you fixed your feet since then?” he asked, a smile so radiant and as blinding as the overhead lights on his face.

“Yes.” you said.

Someone else shouted for you to look back at the camera, so you did. Then, someone else thrust a script into your hands, the female co-hosts parts highlighted in yellow.

A rushed voice said, “ Read out all of her parts. We’re not on live, it’s just a run-through.”

While there was no patience for you, or consideration for the job you were meant to be doing, there was a certain importance placed on you when the camera light flickered on and all eyes in the room were on you. There was complete silence. Jaemin smiled beside you, his facial expression urging confidence within you.

So, you began to speak her parts. You read them carefully, before turning to pause for Jaemins parts. Your heart was hammering in your chest, but being beside his calmness made you feel a little more at ease.

Jaemin really was so good at his side job. He spoke with a smooth voice, one that knew exactly how to keep people listening. It was too easy to get lost in his velvety voice, in his handsome face, or in the way he made everyone feel included.

When it was time to cut to the female co-host's parts, Jaemin folded his hands in front of him and turned to you, like what you said was the most interesting piece of information in the room. You began to believe in yourself a little more, delivering the lines like your life depended on them.

You both went back and forth for the whole script, your words and timing running through so perfectly that it felt so natural to you. You began to feel like you were the co-host, not the woman running late. You didn’t know if it was your imagination or not, but the chemistry between you and Jaemin was obvious.

“Cut!” a voice yelled. “That was great. I think we have everything set up. Thank you everyone."

People moved all around the room. The stillness in the air when the camera went on vanished in a pinch. Voices erupted everywhere, and the movement of sound made your head hurt. Someone removed the script from your hands. Someone else came up and told you that you did a good job.

“You did really well.” Jaemin agreed, squatting down so a make-up artist could powder his face. “You’re a natural.”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “I felt like I stuttered too much.”

“You were perfect.” he winked.

The make-up artist looked at you when Jaemin couldn’t keep his eyes from you. You weren’t paying her any attention, even though her gaze could slice you in half.

“Thank you.” you said, resisting the urge to giggle.

When the make-up artist was finished, Jaemin brought himself back up to full height. You couldn’t remember him being that tall. You felt intoxicated by him. You were drawn in so deeply that you didn’t notice the sour man from earlier asking you why you weren’t getting back to your job.

“Right.” you said. “Sorry.”

Jaemin extended his hand for you to shake. His eyes never left yours. You took his hand and held it, letting him control the way your hands moved together.

“It was nice working with you,” he said.

“Yeah, me too.” you said. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”

You let go of his hand and turned to walk away, mentally kicking yourself that you had said that. Before you could pick up your pace, Jaemins voice stopped you in your tracks.

“If you turned around, you could see me right now.”

You found yourself in his arms, leaning against the wall with your mouth on his, and your hands pulling out the shirt tucked into his pants. Jaemin watched you breathlessly, a dangerous smirk on his lips, and his eyes waiting for you to look up into his.

You couldn’t remember following him back into his dressing room, his hand gently pulling you from behind. You looked at the floor the whole time, too scared to meet the eyes of women you felt were more deserving of his attention. He talked to people as he passed, using his politeness to stall the crew a little while longer. His confidence was hard to turn down, even for you.

You wanted to ask yourself what you were doing. Were you crazy? Were you so blinded by him that you would risk everything? And were you really so horny for him that you couldn’t stop touching him??

Jaemin pulled away from you, his clothes haphazardly falling from his body, the half-undressed look too sexy on him to resist. Your lips were swollen and -no doubt- red from his kisses, the soreness resuming when he wasn’t kissing them, as if the act of kissing him was a salve. He plopped on the couch and patted his lap. You came over and sat on him, straddling his lap and using your hand to push his head against the back of the couch so you could kiss him deeply. He tasted irresistible, forbidden.

You tore off your sweater, your skin sticky. Jaemin's hands snaked up your sides, his thumbs moving underneath your bra. He leaned up to kiss you between your cleavage, his hot breath creating moisture on your skin. He pushed the bra up, freeing your breasts, his mouth finding them without issue. You lean back and let him devour you, knowing that if you fall this time, he will catch you.

There was a knock at the door, which Jaemin ignored, with a sigh, the first time. He had removed your bra and watched it dangle on his finger before it hit the floor. He was touching your breasts tenderly, his hands warming up your skin. When the second knock came, you could feel him tense underneath you.

“Who is it? Jaemin asked. You could feel the emotion trapped in his body, the irritation ready to bubble out. Jaemin, if anything, was a great actor. He kept his voice even and cool.

You didn’t know what you were thinking, but you slid from his lap and sat between his legs. You wanted to ease the tension for him. There was a murmur from behind the door, but you couldn’t hear the voice anymore. You unzipped his pants, your earlier mission on your mind. After seeing Jaemin’s cock in the flesh, his still-soft length making its way into your mouth, nothing else mattered at all.

Soon enough, the person on the other side of the locked door didn’t matter to Jaemin. He watched you go at his cock, licking and stroking him like it was your life's purpose. You cared about little else but having him sit in your mouth, his hardness missing the graze of your teeth. You wanted him to come, but he was so frantic with his movements, trying to stave off the orgasm for as long as possible. Before he could finish, he took your chin in his hand softly and brought your mouth up to his for a kiss. It was a distraction, and it worked.

You pushed him back against the couch and lifted up his shirt. He was amused by how eager you were to please him. He helped you remove his shirt, before continuing to watch your mouth lick and suck his body, leaving little bruises all over. Any time you would reach down to stroke his cock or give him another soft lick you knew would drive him wild, Jaemin would hold your hand to get you to stop.

“Not yet.” was all he said.

Jaemin had insisted that you remove all of your clothes. You tore them off like they were an inconvenience. With you naked, he managed to pull you all the way up the couch, until you were hovering over his face, your legs wobbling with fear. Your pussy lowering down onto Jaemin’s face and his hands against your back for support, you felt his tongue pushing your lips aside. The warmth made you suck in your breath and brace your palms against the wall, before you felt the pleasure of his tongue working its way to your clit. He tasted you everywhere, licking and sucking, pulling you down harder against him so that you were nearly suffocating him, eating you out until your legs were shaking so bad that he had to set you down again.

You wanted to make him come like he had made you come, but Jaemin had other plans. He laid you on the couch. He kissed your body, loving on it until you were begging him to be inside of you. He avoided your pussy, and you wondered if it was on purpose, if he wasn’t letting you come a second time. His mouth was on your inner thigh, the unshaved little hairs you could barely see on his face tickling your skin. He was rough with his teeth, even rougher with the way his fingers prodded and poked you. You were so wet, so ready, that you knew if he even breathed in that direction, you would come again.

“We don’t need these.” Jaemin said, ridding himself of his own pants and underwear.

It was chilly in the dressing room, but Jaemin using his body to cover you made you feel hot. His weight made the scene all too real, and you were suddenly transported out of your horny haze and back to where you were and to whom you were with

“Oh my god.” you said, looking up at him.

You could feel his hard cock on the inside of your leg. He kissed your neck. He shifted your leg so that he could get more comfortable between them.

“I haven't done anything yet.” he said quietly.

“This is going to get me fired.” you grinned from ear-to-ear

Jaemin grinned back, his handsome face making you fall silent. He had his hand on his cock and was using it to guide himself inside of you. Feeling all of him there was well worth the way you were treated by other people during the day. Jaemin’s cock erased everything from your mind, his thrusting making you feel a little bit smug that it was you and not anyone else.

With each thrust, you spoke. “Please. Don’t. Stop. I. Don’t. Care. If. Anyone. Walks. In.”

“You want it, you got it.” he said, fucking you good.

Jaemin pushed you further up the couch, until you were almost in a sitting position, your body against the arm rest. He moved up with you on his knees, holding you by your waist and using his muscles to bring your body down onto his cock. During the fun, he managed to grab fistfuls of your hair and hold on tight, while his cock drilled you, until a third knock came on the door.

"I'm coming." Jaemin called, smiling as he was getting ready to do just that.

[timeloop-liz]

Maybe Stanley actually does need to sleep but the runs never lasted long enough for The Narrator to know.

Then one run gets quite long and Stanley yawns. The Narrator thinks Stanley is bored with this ending and starts telling him off. Stanley of course quickly starts trying to “tell” The Narrator that no he isnt bored please calm down. So they keep going and Stanley gets more and more tired. But he doesnt want to upset The Narrator. He knows how sensitive he can be about his story. So Stanley just tries to push through. After all he wont fill tired anymore after a reset. They just gonna finish this run. Maybe its the ultra deluxe convention (i think thats what its called) so its a pretty long one.

The Narrator is going on and on about it and Stanley is trying very hard to listen. He starts wobbling a bit while walking. His vision is getting blurry. Oh what was the Narrator saying? He cant focus on it.

Then PLOP. He just passes out then and there. Freaks The Narrator out pretty bad. Stanleys not getting up. Sure the man has tripped before but normally gets up pretty quickly. Not like this. Hes just laying there. Unresponsive. This isnt funny Stanley. This little prank you are playing isnt going to work… Stanley? Oh god what if Stanley just died?? But how?? Nothing in this walk could harm him?? The Narrator is looking closer and sees Stanley is still breathing at least. Letting out a breath he didnt know he was holding he starts to get a closer look at Stanley. What if he hit his head to hard after all. Maybe he should reset.

Then he sees the bags under Stanleys eyes. How long has he had those? Now really looking he can see how exhausted Stanley looks. Hmmm. Well laying here face down on the floor isnt gonna do the man any good so The Narrator resets anyway.

When Stanley jolts up right at his desk The Narrator gives him a moment to get his bearings back. Watching closer now at how Stanley is reacting. He can notice the bags still slightly under Stanleys eyes. He can see how tired the man really looks still even though he reset. Odd.

“Stanley?” He jumps slightly. Then looks up confused. “Sorry but are your.. tired?” Stanleys eyes go wide as he too realises hes still feeling tired. That last run really stuck to him. Holding his head in his hand he nods slightly. “Well thats just not right? You shouldnt be able to get tired. Not to mention i just reset so you should have reset too. Now this is did not put jnto the game. I mean honestly what kind of game would it be if the main character had to sleep. In this setting of all his coworkers missing! it sees a little out of place. How little must the character care for their coworkers for them to stop on the way to their bosses office to nap. Really how…” clearly gone in a rant and Stanley is hardly able to keep his eyes open.

Still he goes. Shakily he gets up from his chair and starts to make his way out of his office. Hes hardly even able to focus on The Narrators rant as he uses the door frame to steady himself. Really why is he still so tired. It just doesnt make sense to him at all. Hes been a bit tired before sure. But that always went away with the resets and its never been this bad.

“Stanley?” When he hears his name he can sorta focus and looks up to where he think The Narrator might be watching. “Are you um.. doing ok? You have just been standing there for a few minutes.” Oh had he? Well the confused look on his face isnt helping The Narrators worry at all. “Maybe we should reset again? Though that didnt do much last time did it. Hmm” a moment of silence passes between them but Stanley slightly jolts when The Narrator speaks up again “Maybe you should sleep for a moment? The sofa in the break room might be large enough for you to lay down comfortably. That is if you think you can make it that far. You look like you could tumble over again in any second.” And it was true. Stanley felt like he could collapse right here and the floor did look so comfortable but no The Narrator had a point. The floor would do him no good. So he nodded and slowly made his way to the breakroom. Luck had been on his side as he only stumbled once on his trip too. The Narrator stayed silent almost the whole way but when he did speak Stanley could tell he was trying to be soft about it. Which Stanley greatly appreciated.

Once he reached the room he could already tell some slight changes. For one the lights had been dimmed and there was a small blanket and pillow on the sofa. “While i cant really make you a bed jn here i can change a few things i suppose. Hopefully the sofa there is comfortable.” Stanley looks up at the Narrator trying to convey his thanks which ofcourse The Narrator understood. Stanley made his way over to the sofa and promptly plopped over onto it. The moment his head hit the pillow he was out cold. The blanket lay half hazardly across his back. Finally able to get his first real sleep since stuck in the Parable.

Though the Narrator waiting nervously for Stanley to wake up. After all he couldnt voice it since he saw how bad Stanley was getting but he was very afraid of being left alone while Stanley slept. And knowing the man he knew Stanley would have tried to fight off sleep to keep him company. So he now sits alone with his thoughts till Stanley wakes up. After about an hour he started to spiral of course. At the three hour mark he couldnt take it anymore and just went down and sat on the floor next to the sofa to wait for Stanley to wake up. At least now he knew he wants alone. And from here he could hear Stanley breath. With his back to the sofa he too soon was asleep.

The Parable was left silent as finally they both got some well deserved rest.

[voidsteffy]

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ ‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙̽‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

Chandamama

చందమామ

चंदामामा

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̥͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̥͙‿̩͙ˊ⸊ˎ

She came in the night, silver anklets shining through his closed eyes that dreamt about a different life. Perhaps a string of warped reality where everyone didn't just assume what he wanted.

"Yevandi? " her voice came low, urgent syllables over the sounds of moonlight. "Yevandi..." Bangles clanked near him.

Well this wasn't a dream. Sita indeed stood hunched in front of him with pleading eyes. Bheem sprung up, only to be shushed by her. Her gaze flitted to Lacchu behind him in the open verandah— his cousin snorted in his sleep and wriggled back into deep sleep.

All his other cousins and family weren't awake, no beds creaking of the seven others he could see. His family did everything as a team: shopping? Together ; eating? Together ; Seeing a potential bride, the entire football team would march in.

"Sita gaaru," Bheem followed her beckons out to the back garden, giving into her insistent grip on his forearm. Even in a white sari that restricted her steps around the sprouting grasses, Sita's legs rushed in front of him, fluent in the language of grace.

"Please, I really need to talk to you."

When they reached a secluded spot, Bheem waited for her to stop avoiding his eyes and talk to him.

"I'm not saying this out of any spite that you're a village leader." Sita had finally started. "In fact I admire you for all that you do for your loved ones... But I think one thing built up to another this morning, I didn't really say yes to the marriage proposal."

Sita Mahalakshmi, daughter of the revered sarpanch Athreya Pani, had just sat in front of him that morning a few hours ago. She was decked in gold, her kohl-rimmed doe eyes hid everything she was probably feeling.

She hadn't spoken at all when the elders talked of their marriage. All in all, Bheem had realized he hadn't heard her voice till then.

And the first thing she said was that she didn't want to get married to him.

Bheem knew it was unfair of him to feel happiness blossoming in his chest. Especially when his recently would-have-been-but-no-more fiancée was sobbing into her knees.

"It's okay andi..." he said the only thing he could have without spilling his heart out.

His mother never loved his father. "What has love got to do with marriage na verri kanna!" she used to say. The abject result of their marriage was a child who never saw his mother be treated like a person.

"It's better you said it now. I don't feel bad."

Her wet brows peeked out from between her locked hands. "Really? What will we say to the elders?"

He kneeled down beside the pond in front of her with an understanding smile. "If you really don't want this marriage, I am not one to force. We can say I changed my mind."

"But you don't understand!" she shouted.

They immediately cringed at the noise, Sita looking around to catch anyone awake and running to them.

Silence.

Bheem watched her relax and sniffle.

"Is there any specific problem? Cheppandi, it's okay..."

"It's not something that is accepted!" she insisted.

Bheem never drew boundaries. He saw to it that he could treat people around him as tenderly as a farmer tended to a newborn calf. The calf led the way and the shepherd protected it.

"Sita gaaru," he said, "You don't have to talk to me, but looks like you've been carrying some weight inside you. I just want to help."

He knew what she was thinking. Pages of guidelines would have been flipping in her head, trying to find where such a guy had plopped down from. People in this village wanted to know nothing but where the snake had bit. Anything else was of no use to them. But Bheem was different.

He was an ally.

Slowly, her gaze opened up a new puzzle. "There was a girl..."

A/N: So.... 👉🏽👈🏽If you can't tell yet, this is based on the Telugu movie Chandamama (Kajal fans wya) and I really liked the au idea -> Rambheem and Sinny but the Chandamama way... Here's the prologue. It was a spontaneous decision, don't judge 🐠🐠 Pls don't expect frequently vomited updates: NEET is a thing unfortunately and so is writer's block. You can send suggestions and what you think about this fic to my ask box (can't promise that all the suggestions will be incorporated)

tagging moots: @rambheem-is-real @hissterical-nyaan @kalavathiii @sivuda @lostgreekgod @hahaha-darn-it @thewinchestergirl1208 @rambheemtrash @unmadana @vennilave @rasnak2 (sorry if i haven't tagged all, let me know if you want to be tagged henceforth!)

[2-cute-4-school]

𝘕𝘊𝘛 𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘱 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴

Mark Lee

so we all know mark is a quite expressive person with his emotions

and come on when playing video games we all rage and throw fits so emotions are running especially high ‎(ﾉಥ益ಥ）ﾉ ┻━┻

what i’m trying to say is that mark is yelling, banging fists against his desk, laughing his ass off and pissing you off

i mean mark’s laugh is very cute and ENTIRE BLESSING TO HEAR but ♡ sleep ♡ is also precious 

but mark can’t hear your exaggerated sighs nor see your ever-lasting pout

so you lift your tired self from the bed and plop down on his lap

mark : “hUH??¿¿ B-BABE?!¿¿” （＊〇□〇）……！

haechan, audible through the headphones: mark, not in front of the boys, you wild beast (๑⁍᷄౪⁍᷅๑)

mark opens his mouth to shout in protest but you bury your head in his shoulder and let out a soft whine and mark.just.COMBUSTS!!!

he grumbles something about how haechan is due for a good beating and nuzzles the side of his face against the top of your head  ♡(.◜ω◝.)♡

whenever he has a break and doesn’t need both hands to play, he brings one arm around you, cuddling you closer to himself and running his hand along the length of your spine

or just LAYS HIS HAND ON YOUR THIGH askfafwsr- ya know (˵ ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

doesn’t have the heart to break the atmsophere even after he shuts down his computer and just cocoons you in his warm arms and hums a song softly as you doze off intertwined together UwU

Huang Renjun

you’re just trying to be cute and create a romantic enviroment as you cuddle up to your boyfriend who is immersed in his game

“y/n?” his voice is soft, almost a hush and it could almost lull you to sleep

“yeah?” ෆ╹ .̮ ╹ෆ

“i can’t see because of your head”

FIRST HIT HOME but you didn’t give up of course, just flattened your cheek against his shoulder to accomodate his complaint 

just as you settle downs drowsily, glued to his frint, he covers his mic to grumble to you again  ಠ╭╮ಠ

“it’s getting hot” 

SECOND HIT HOME and you’re starting to get discouraged as you scoot a little further away from his body and loosen the grip of your hands around his neck (๑′°︿°๑)

but of course ever grumpy renjun still had complaints karen who

“my legs are falling asleep” 

*SIGH* “eye roll* *definetely not pouting* you start pulling yourself away from him and trudge defeatedly and bury yourself under a ton of blankets

but he just chickles, has the AUDACITY to chuckle, and brings you back on his lap, squeezing the life out of you  (≧д≦ヾ)

“i was just kidding babe don’t leave me!!” says renjun as he sways you kinda violently may i add from side to side and rubs his cheek against yours cuz he’s a kitty and adorable confirmed  ε=(｡♡ˇд ˇ♡｡）

rough love you have other there as you can see

Lee Jeno

jeno is GENTLE GIANT （ﾉ｡≧◇≦）ﾉ

gentle loving giant in this case actually so even better

so we all know how the dreamies exposed this boy TWICE for playing video games 25/8 and he got scolded by his mum lol so i’m thinking

you’re trying to get him to go to sleep or at least rest his eyes he’s already blind enough i WONDER WHY damn

all this started when you settled in front of his computer to block his view

and as he argued with you he decided enough is enough and pulled you into his lap, traping you against his chest (╬ Ò ‸ Ó)

“jeno it’s 3 am!!” :<

“ just one more round baby” of video games ya nasties...no? only me?ok

he tries to give you a *smooch* but you move your face away and refuse to turn around and let him kiss you

and that’s where jeno draws the line (; ･`д･´)​

kithes are something that can’t berefused between you two, an unspoken rule you apparenly weren’t aware of

so with a ‘eep!!!’ from you, he simly stands up from his seat with you latched onto him like a koala like (＾ω＾ ≡ °д°)

“jeno put me down!!!11!!1! NOW!!” 

“kiss first” (.◜ ᵕ ◝.)  

“are you nuts??!!!?” *exaggerated smooch* “now put me down!!”

needless to say he’s not letting go anytime soon, he just plops into bed and you cuddle until you fall asleep you’ve been scammed

Lee Donghyuck

haechan is a very VERY petty brat person ಠ_ಠ

so guess what... fights with him are a national competition of petty acts

and you know what his ultimate move in your most recent fight is? *drum rolls* turning off the central heating really original hyuck i applaud you

and this kid knows exactly what he’s doing when he sits down in his gaming chair with a shit-eating grin  (ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)

he hears you stumble around the house in your dora the explorer exploration in the search of a blanket

but guess what? they’re all under his flat cake  ( ✧≖ ͜ʖ≖)

so when you bardge in the room and find him hogging all the warmth you hope to intimidate him with your  ✨ highly horrific glare ✨

but he pretends to be too busy to notice you so you just defeatedly settle on his lap and under the blankets

“well well well look who’s crawling back with their tail between their legs”

“i might just cut off your front microscopic tail” (눈_눈)

but i just know he’s gonna cuddle you until you sweat your ass off under that mountain of blankets

and even when he can’t hold you, he’ll press his lips against your forehead, lingering there as his warm breath fanned across your skin

he also made a deal with you to which you didn’t necessarily agree with but that’s a minor detail am i rite

if he wins the round he gets a kiss as a reward (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

if he loses, he gets 2 kisses as a consolation (ฅ⁍̴̀◊⁍̴́)و ̑̑

you’re getting suspicious of his 4 consecutive losses

Na Jaemin

he’s a fluff ball we all know it, we all love it

he’d DIG THAT KIND OF SHIT  ٩̋(ˊ•͈ ꇴ •͈ˋ)و

and he babies you to the end of earth

99.8% chance that he’s gonna stop playing just to cradle you against his chest properly because YOU’RE. HIS. BABY!!! periodt.

cue yelling from his teammates for abadoning them in the middle of the game but that’s inevitable

“na jaemin you SIMP!!!!” 

but jaemin is too busy making puppy eyes at you (●♡∀♡))ヾ☆*。

he’d kiss you everywhere he could reach and then scoop your hands in his and bring them to his lips for another shower of kithes  (*'､^*)chu

and if you kiss him back??  

this man will literally COMUST with uwus istg

like just imagine you brush your lips against his neck and then you gently nuzzle against him??

jaemin would melt in your embrace ♡(｡- ω -)

even if he did eventually go back to playing, he’d press kises anywhere in reach periodically cuz he’s soft like that

would also LOVE feeling your breath fan his neck he gets a unique feeling of comfort knowing that he has you so close to him  (๑˃ᴗ˂)

“even if you were the impostor i’d still vote myself out for you”

the romanticism of this decade 

Zhong Chenle

this boi is ruthless when playing video games

god frobid you’re in his way cuz you’re getting SQUASHED (｢⊙Д⊙)｢

 he obvioulsy LOVES winning

but ya know what he loves more than winning???

𝓨𝓞𝓤  ♡(㋭ ਊ ㋲)♡

so chenle is all (｡+･`ω･´)

“you waste of space move along!!!!”  “shoot that gun straight dammit or i’ll shove it up yo- oh hey baby°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°“

the moment you plop down on his lap and curl yourself up with your head tucked under his chin, his blazing eyes soften so cutely

and so raging kid chenle turns into best babyboi chenle (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

he M E L T S like he just leans into your touch and continues gaming  A LOT more silently and just smiles absent-mindedly the entire time

“yo chenle you dead????” most likely jisung on the other side of the headphones

“no?” ｢(ﾟ<ﾟ)ﾞ??

“... guys he’s plotting something, reatreat!! i repeat, RETREAT!!!”

“what?? no, what do you mean by that !??!!!”

you stir as his voice rises in volume and chenle immediately settles down again and shushes you while patting your heah and threading his fingers through your hair carefully (*-ω-)

goes straight for jisung after that teammate or not rip jisung you’ll be missed but also bad choice to annoy a soft-for-only-my-baby chenle

Park Jisung

a bit flustered but just couldn’t refuse you when you cutely asked him with wide puppy eyes if you could sit in his lap to watch him play

probably short circuited for a good 2 minutes before he could produce and intelligible answer (ง ´͈౪`͈)ว

and that’s how you found yourself perched on his lap, facing the screen with curious eyes as jisung struggled as if his LIFE depended on it

“how do you jump?” (,Ծ_Ծ,)

“you can’t jump”

“what do you mean you can’t jump?? gravity doesn’t work like that” Σ(･ิ¬･ิ)

you’re like 2 newborn babies running wild and unsupervised

“jisung, that character looks like you when you’re constipated” (๑꒪▿꒪)*

cue cackling from the devil spawns on the other side

he’s gonna keep in mind this betrayal UNTIL THE END OF TIME beware

if you catch sight of one of his hands not working away i bet my allowance you’ll have this uncontrollable urge to hold it in yours DO IT I NEED MY ALLOWANCE DON’T BE SHY

of course he’ll automatically intertwine your fingers together and bring them up for a chaste kiss  ～(^з^)-♡

and i know for sure that he won’t have the heart to let go of it even when he needs it to play sigh jisung you SIMP

he’s gonna get scolded and teased by the other later but ya know

at least he ain’t no touch starved coward ¯\(°_o)/¯

he gets grounded for that by jaemin

[just-dreaming-marvel]

You Are Perfect

MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky Barnes x PlusSize!Reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Summary/Request: Can you write an imagine with Bucky and a plus size reader (if your comfortable with it) and basically the reader was going on a date but they got stood up and the date said next time to tell people their weight before going out, making the reader insecure, Bucky sees them crying when the come back to the tower, so he then tells her to clean herself up cause he’s gonna take her out and he reminds and shows her how beautiful she is. The rest is just fluff and you can add to it.

Notes: I hope I did this justice. 

You never liked dating apps. You honestly didn’t know someone who really did. But Natasha insisted you get on one so that you could try and find someone. She even knew that you had a crush on Bucky, and still insisted that you get on a dating app. That only made you come to the conclusion that Natasha knew that Bucky didn’t feel the same. He was your best friend after all, and that was probably all you were going to be to him.

Natasha set up your profile, checking with you on the pictures to make sure you felt comfortable. It was hard for you to feel comfortable sharing pictures sometimes, especially when you knew you were bigger than a lot of other girls. After the pictures, Nat had done the swiping and eventually set up a date.

That date was tonight and both Natasha and Wanda were in your room getting you ready. They had picked the outfit, done your makeup and your hair, all without letting you peek. Wanda, with your permission, had made it so your eyes couldn’t see. Allowing them to work freely on you without any worries of you seeing.

“Hey, Y/N,” Bucky greeted, knocking on the door as he opened it. “Do you— uh, what’s going on here?”

“Y/N’s going on a date!” Wanda exclaimed.

“A… a date?”

“Yeah! We’re getting her ready.”

“Speaking of which,” Natasha added, looking you over, “we’re almost done.”

“Good because I’m getting nervous,” you commented, softly. “Do I… Do I look okay?” Bucky didn’t answer right away.

“You look beautiful. Right, Buck?” Natasha pressed.

“Uh, yeah,” he answered nervously. “You look great, Y/N. I’m just going to leave you guys to it.” 

He quickly shut the door. You deflated, shoulders shagging and head down. All you wanted was to impress Bucky, which obviously wasn’t happening.

“Na-huh, none of that,” Natasha said, guiding your head back up. “You look beautiful and you will have great time.”

“What’s his name again?” You asked.

“Derek!” Wanda excited answered.

“He enjoys a good beer, he works out,” Natasha began explaining. "He’s a lawyer, I think. Don’t worry, not one of Starks. And occasionally enjoys long walks in Central Park.”

“Wow,” you rolled your eyes. “Sounds like I should just marry him now.”

“Hey,” Nat playfully swatted at you. “Stop. Can you agree to at least try?”

“Fine.” 

You took a long look in the mirror. Your friends had really gotten an outfit that flattered you, so your confidence did begin to grow. You were going to be able to do this. You were going to be able to have fun and begin to move on from Bucky. At least, that’s what you had started to tell yourself.

~~~

You arrived at the restaurant first, nervously playing around with the napkin on your lap. You had immediately ordered a drink when you arrived so that you couldn’t feel too awkward waiting there. So wrapped up in your own nervous thoughts, you failed to realize that Derek was going on 20 minutes late. Maybe he was stuck in traffic?

“Do you want to begin ordering?” The kind waitress asked.

“No, I think I’ll—“ 

You were halted by your phone beeping. You glanced at it to see a notification from the dating app. Maybe it was Derek. You quickly opened the app and pressed into the notification.

Derek: You might want to warn a guy about your weight before a date next time. Or change the pictures on your profile to more accurately depict you.

The waitress tried to hold in a gasp as she read the message over your shoulder. There were immediate tears in your eyes. Letting out a trembling breath, you stood up.

“Ma’am, how about I get the chef to—“

“I’m fine,” you cut the waitress off. “I’m so sorry to waste your time.” With shaking hands, you pulled out an a hundred dollar bill that Tony had given you for emergencies. You set the bill on the table. 

“No, I can’t—“

“Please, for your troubles.” A few tears escaped your eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

And you rushed out of the restaurant. The night was chilly and you had failed to bring a jacket. Looking around, you decided that you wanted to walk back to the Tower. You held onto your arms for warmth and you walked down the street and cried. When you got back to the Tower, your nose was red and running, not just from crying.

You were grateful that the Tower lobby was practically empty and that no-one entered the elevator with you. You wanted to go straight to your room, but your stomach had begun growling.

“FRIDAY?” You quietly called out to the AI.

“Yes, Y/N?” It responded.

“Is anyone in the kitchen?”

“At the moment, no. I do suggest you hurry. Sargent Barnes tends to get a drink around this time.”

With a sigh, you gave in to your stomach and allowed the elevator to stop on the common floor. You were on high alert as you headed for the kitchen, checking around every corner your came across. Eventually you made it to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a various amount of foods that you could carry. Struggling to see over the pile in your arms, you turned around and instantly ran into something—or someone. Causing everything you had grabbed to fly everyone.

“Yikes, doll,” Bucky chuckled. You quickly crotched down and began picking everything up. “Wait…” Bucky joined you. “Shouldn’t you still be out on a date?” 

You didn’t answer, you didn’t even make a move to look at him. You just kept your head down as you rapidly picked up everything.

“Hey,” Bucky said, setting his hand gently on yours. He leaned his head down, trying to get a look at your face. “Can you look at me, Y/N?”

“I’m…” you cleared your voice, having sounded like you had been crying. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Look at me.”

“Bucky…”

“Did he hurt you?” You didn’t respond, letting a tear fall down your cheek and off your chin. “Y/N, did he lay a hand on you?”

“I…” You let out a whimper. “He…”

“I’m going to kill him,” Bucky growled, standing up. “Stay here. I’ll be—“

“No, Bucky, don’t!” You quickly got up and grabbed his arm to stop him. “Please. He didn’t touch me, I promise.”

Bucky took in your blood shot eyes and tear stained face, and his heart felt like it could shatter into a million pieces. He stepped closer to you, slowly reaching up his hand to brush his fingers against your cheek. You looked away.

“What happened?” Bucky whispered. “Tell me, please. I just want to help.”

You licked your lips as you nodded. Taking in and letting out a shuttering breath, you closed your eyes and tried to pull your thoughts together.

“He… I… He was late. And I…” You looked down out your hands, fiddling with them. “I thought it was just traffic, but after almost 30 minutes I got a message… and, from what he said, he had to have come to the restaurant and then left… my weight...”

“And what did the message say?” Bucky pressed, his tone gentle and kind.

“It… it said that I should have warned him about my weight before the date.”

“Your weight?” Bucky was shocked and so confused. What did your weight have to do with anything?

“And that I should change my profile pictures to more accurately depict me…”

“What? What gave him the right to say any of that?”

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. “But maybe—“

“No! No but maybe. You don’t believe any of that, right?” Bucky’s hands went to your shoulders and he moved his head to meet your eyes. “Y/N, please tell me that you don’t believe a word that bastard said.”

“He’s not wrong… I’m not as small as many girls. I need to lose weight—”

“Oh no, no, no, no, no. Y/N, listen to me.” His hands moved to hold your face. “You are perfect just the way you are. Your weight is perfect for you. And you deserve better than that asshole. You hear me?”

“You’re saying those things because you have to… you’re my friend…”

Bucky shook his head slightly, wanting to tell you that it was more than that. That he wanted to be more than that. But he knew now was not the time.

“We’re going out,” he stated, grabbing your hand and pulling you to the elevator.

“No, Bucky,” you resisted, so tried too. “I really don’t feel like it. Plus there’s that mess—“

“Steve will clean it up in the morning. He’s always the first one up and OCD like that.”

“Bucky… I really don’t feel like going out.”

“Fine. Then we’ll stay in.” He led you into the elevator, only for himself to step back out of it. “Meet me in the movie room in 10 minutes. Change into something comfy.”

The doors began closing. “Bucky—“

“I’ll come up for you if you’re late.”

~~~

Though you didn’t want to, you did as you were told and met Bucky in the movie room 10 minutes later. You had changed into your comfiest, baggiest clothes, trying to hide your body from the world. When you arrived, Bucky had your favorite movie up on the screen, the popcorn machine going, and he was carrying blankets to the couch. That man worked fast.

“Right on time,” he smiled at you. 

“You really didn’t have to,” you replied, shyly. 

“Oh, I really did.” He plopped onto the couch, patting the spot next to him. “Come, sit.”

Fiddling with your sleeves you walked over and sat next to Bucky, making sure there was a decent amount of space between the two of you. Bucky sighed, noticing what you were doing but decided to give you your wanted space for a little bit. He started the movie and had FRIDAY dim the lights before handing you a blanket. 

Not long into the movie, the popcorn was done and Bucky went up to get it. He put it in a large bowl before sitting himself next to you. You inhaled sharply as he set the bowl between you and rested his arm behind you on the back of the couch.

It was the middle of the movie now and you reached into the bowl for some popcorn, at the same time Bucky did. Your eyes snapped to look at him. Without taking his eyes off of yours and before you could pull away, he carefully took your hand and brought it up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

“You are perfect,” he whispered, breath fanning over your hand. “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?”

“Thank you, Bucky,” you breathed out. “For all of this. You really didn’t have to.”

“I couldn’t let my favorite gal’s night be completely ruined.”

“I’m your favorite gal?”

“Since day 1… you deserve better than a man who doesn’t see your worth.”

“And you think you’re that?”

“I’d like to try to be that for you. If you’d let me… so, Y/N, what do you say? Will you let me try and show you how perfect you are?”

You tried to suppress a smile. “I’d like that."

[jisungsmochi]

favorite crime - na jaemin

favorite crime - na jaemin 

this is the second installment for my SOUR series! you can read jeno’s one here! 

a little bad boy!jaemin x troubled (?) but still a ‘goodie goodie’ reader // strangers to friends to partner in crime to strangers again :/ 

word count: 7.2k 

summary: “It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you” 

who would have ever thought that, jaemin, the quiet boy you met in detention, would become your first love? getting involved with his shenanigans was probably the worst thing you could have done in your life. you were lucky enough to love someone like him, someone who excited you, scared you, and most of all, loved you back. but what happens when his actions suddenly have consequences? 

a/n: this summary sucks but i liked writing this alot,, explains why it took me so long to write it oops. 

tagging the bestie: @skrtbabe

//

Know that I loved you so bad

I let you treat me like that

I was your willing accomplice, honey

//

as you walked into the near-empty classroom, you made a beeline for the closest seat to the window. if you were going to be stuck in detention for two hours, you might as well have a nice view. you let out a short sigh to yourself, one hour and fifty eight minutes to go. the supervising teacher was lazily marking her class’ essays, completely choosing to ignore the entrance of na jaemin. he gave her a subtle scoff before stumbling past the desk, making his way to sit behind you. you heard him roughly place his bag onto the surface of his desk. you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to look back and see what he was up to. jaemin was always a mystery to you, and to everyone else in the school. despite keeping himself away from the majority, people had quite a lot to say about the boy. you heard rumours that he got stabbed (which you didn’t believe at all) but your classmate, haechan, insists he had video evidence. if anything, you don’t think you had ever spoken to jaemin in your entire life, but that was all about to change.

thirty minutes into detention and you were beyond bored. everybody was either catching up on school work or trying their best to not be caught on their phones. you opted to staring out the window, eyes following the movements of a particular butterfly. eventually, the butterfly decided it was time to leave your line of sight, causing you to let out a short huff. you heard a soft chuckle, belonging to the previously silent boy behind you. you slowly turned to face him, his eyes immediately latching to meet yours. he had his chin perched on top of his right palm, a cunning grin on his face. you gave him a glare,

“what are you laughing at?” you faintly whisper to him. this caught him off guard, he didn’t expect you to sound so stern.

“an explosion is about to happen” you grew to be more confused, what is he talking about?

“wha-“

“i’ll be right back! s-stay where you are!” your teacher suddenly blurts out, rushing out of her room as fast as she could. the rest of the students all looked over at eachother, some even opting to leave detention entirely.

you turned back to the snickering boy, who clearly had something to do with it.

“what the hell did you do?”

“put laxatives in her coffee” your jaw dropped, how the hell did he manage to do that?

“w-what’s wrong with you?”

“what’s wrong with you? learn to live a little” he suddenly stood up, slinging his bag across his body. his eyes still stayed on you, silently asking for you to follow him. this was one hell of a first impression. you weren’t sure what took over you in that moment, but you found yourself trailing behind na jaemin like a lost puppy as he led you both out of the school gates. he didn’t speak much to you, aimlessly walking to wherever the hell he needed to be.

“so what did you get into detention for?” he suddenly asked you, causing you to stiffen. you weren’t a stranger to getting into trouble, your short temper often being the root of your issues. but you weren’t exactly the most comfortable talking to new people.

“ah you’re a bit shy? i’ll start then, i stole lee haechan’s clothes after gym practice” he smirked to himself, feeling some sense of pride.

“that was you? he was running around school butt naked because of you” you couldn’t help but chuckle at the memory of seeing two full ass cheeks after your history class.

“that’s what he gets for claiming that he has proof i got stabbed? which is ridiculous by the way” jaemin shakes his head before coming to a complete stop. you slightly bump into his right shoulder, quickly stabilising yourself before looking at the quiet cafe infront of you.

“hungry?” you nodded in response, following him into the cafe. he seemed to have known some of the workers, earning you a free croissant and hot chocolate.

“so, i told you why i got into detention, now it’s your turn” he chimed, clearly entertained by having you as company.

“i punched kim yuna in the face” you slightly cringed at your own words. you weren’t the one to be physical in your confrontations, but this girl really struck a nerve.

“sheesh, i saw her earlier, you gave her nose a good bruising, i must say” he couldn’t help but find the entire thing entertaining. this was so odd to you, every person that had witnessed it, thought you went crazy. but here jaemin was, laughing at the situation.

“you think this is funny?” you asked curiously, rather than in a judgemental manner.

“well yeah, i don’t know why you did it, but she probably deserved it” he shrugged, taking a bite of his own pastry. you felt your shoulders begin to relax, infact your entire demeanour had changed. jaemin was the only person that didn’t push you to admit your faults and apologise. he didn’t need to know the whole story, he just took your words for what they were.

the next hour consisted of you and jaemin, sharing stories on some of the mischievous things you had gotten up to in the past. from small things like setting off stink bombs during an exam, to running from the mall cops after stealing a pair of pants from a store. jaemin liked your reactions to his stories, at first your face would be full of shock, then turn into some sort of enlightenment. he found it quite endearing to watch. he wasn’t too bad on the eyes either.

“need me to walk you home?”

“i don’t need you to do anything for me” jaemin just smirked at your response,

“but i wouldn’t mind if you did”

“ah i see how it’s going to be”

“what do you mean?”

“our relationship, it’s going to be very push and pull” what on earth was he on about?

“you got that from just spending a few hours with me?” jaemin nodded, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets.

“i think we’ll be spending a lot of time together” was all he said back. if you had told yourself earlier that day, that you’d become na jaemin’s partner in crime, you’d punch yourself in the face. but this was only the beginning.

//

from that day onwards, you would purposely seek out jaemin’s presence. whether it be you walking to the most isolated parts of school, or simply trying to get into detention in the case he was there again. as a result of the laxative prank, jaemin had earned a two week long suspension. you had caught wind of this information from the school’s chatterbox, haechan. you’d think after being humiliated by jaemin, he’d keep his name out of his mouth.

you decided to visit the same cafe you accompanied jaemin to, incase he was hanging out there. you weren’t sure why you wanted to be around him so much. if anything, you were more at risk of getting another detention, or becoming a social outcast. but you were going to take those chances.

as you entered the cafe, your eyes scanned near and far for any sight of the black haired boy. you were about to give up, when you heard a voice,

“stalking me now?” you immediately froze, too nervous to turn back. you felt jaemin’s hand on your shoulder, slowly turning your around to face him.

“i-i no it’s not what it looks like-“

“it’s fine, you must have missed me, no?” he let a cocky grin land on his face. you just rolled your eyes, ready to walk right back out that door.

“let’s get up to some trouble today” he gripped your wrist gently, dragging you out of the cafe. he didn’t let go of you, once again, you were aimlessly following him. why did you let him do this to you?

jaemin wasn’t too much of a talker, he tended to try and speak with his eyes. you found it interesting, the way he expected you to know exactly what was on his mind. he eventually stopped walking after reaching an abandoned building. you were beginning to feel slightly anxious, noticing that the sun was slowly setting and the breeze was getting cooler. jaemin plopped his carry bag on the concrete floor, you heard clinking sounds erupt from the bag. he moved to pull out a few spray cans.

“ever graffitied?” you shook your head,

“not spray painting, but i’ve drawn some not so pleasant pictures in the bathroom stalls” you shrug as he handed you a can of bright yellow spray paint. he slightly chuckled at your anecdote, which made you look down at the ground.

“well you won’t get in trouble for messing up this place”

“what is this place anyway?” you start to shake the can, watching as jaemin started spraying onto the blank wall.

“somewhere i come when i don’t feel like going home” you weren’t sure if you wanted to press him to elaborate, so you just nodded, beginning to spray a random design of your own.

jaemin found hanging around you quite amusing. you were always up for anything he wanted to do. you seemed so cheerful about the simplest things, and never pushed him to explain the questionable things about himself. you were a lot different than the people he would usually surround himself with. but like many things in na jaemin’s life, they often went sour very quickly.

//

And I watched as you fled the scene

Doe-eyed as you buried me

One heart broke, four hands bloody

//

jaemin had asked you to accompany him to the abandoned building one night. you were half asleep and freezing to death as you approached his car. it was quite beat up, making you worried,

“is this thing even safe to be driving?” you groan as you wrap yourself in your large puffer jacket. jaemin had previously insisted you bring a sleeping bag and pillow. you chose not to question it, too tired to argue back with him.

“don’t disrespect my sweet ride! be grateful i didn’t make you walk in the cold” he scoffed before starting the engine. the car ride was fairly quiet, you were drifting in and out of sleep, in which jaemin noticed. he thought you looked so peaceful, so he tried his best not to make any sharp turns or run over many speed bumps. in a matter of time, he parked the car, gently wiggling your shoulder. you woke up instantly, feeling his cold hand on your cheek. you furrowed your eyebrows before following him out of the car. he led you to the same wall you both had graffitied on before, but this time, it seemed to have become a complete picture.

“i wanted to show you this! isn’t it cool?” he gleamed, pulling you to his side, slightly rubbing your shoulder to warm you up. you quickly ignored his touch, focusing back on the wall. it was a mirage of different doodles and words that must have meant something to jaemin.

“this is amazing, you did this all by yourself?”

“yeah, i really wanted to see your reaction”

“what does it all mean?”

“it’s kind of a representation of what goes on in my mind? i’m not the best with expressing my feelings with words, so i decided to let it out on this wall” jaemin spoke with such ease, his voice filling your ears with warmth. he pulled you closer to him when he saw you shiver,

“care to share?” you slightly joked. jaemin never got too deep with you, so you assumed he would brush the comment off. but he just stares back at you, his eyes piercing into your own. you held your breath as he leaned in closer to you.

“sure thing” he slowly leads you back to the car, turning on the heater as you both wrapped yourselves in sleeping bags. you were huddled up in the back seat, your head leaning on his shoulder as he played with his fingers.

“i never had an outlet for my imagination. my parents weren’t the most warm or loving people in the world. i barely remember anything from my childhood, except for the unpleasant memories. when i started hanging out with some of the older kids, they showed me the ropes of their crew. they taught me how to graffiti, how to carve things with a pocket knife, you know, basic seventh grade stuff” he let out a soft chuckle, but you didn’t laugh. instead you placed your hand over his, feeling the coldness shoot through your body.

“i-i don’t like showing how i feel. because i think it makes me weak, or pitiful. that’s a bad way of thinking, but i can’t help it. so i let out my frustrations here, by either spray painting or smashing random things. it’s nice to get it all out” he stops speaking, his posture suddenly stiffening. you lifted your head from his shoulder, forcing him to look over at you.

“i’m here to listen to you. you don’t have to result to destroying things in order to reveal your feelings. you can just talk to me next time, okay?” you assured him, tightening your grip on his hand. jaemin just nodded, his eyes faltering from yours. why were you so considerate towards him?

“wanna know why i punched yuna in the face?” you saw jaemin crack a smile, nodding frantically.

“she said some things about my family, how they only took me in because they felt sorry for me. see, i’m actually a foster kid, my real parents weren’t in the ‘right state of mind’ to take care of me. well, in the eyes of the law atleast” jaemin didn’t know how to respond, opting to pulling your head back into his shoulder.

“i know she was just trying to rile me up, my foster parents aren’t terrible. but hearing those words just struck a nerve. how can people be so judgmental?”

“that’s just life, love. everyone will always have their own opinions, but it’s up to you, on how to respond. or you can simply choose to ignore them, it’s always worked for me” jaemin started tracing small patterns on the back of your hand, feeling his eyes become drowsy.

“but i don’t want to always ignore my problems. i want to be able to face them, how else will i grow as a person?” you sighed,

“we grow each and every day, most of the time we don’t notice. you’re doing better than you think. sure, you’ll grow up soon enough, you’ll develop your own identity, but for now, enjoy the moment. don’t care too much about what others think, this is your life to lead” jaemin looked down at you, feeling a warm sensation reach his heart.

“for someone who doesn’t like speaking his mind, you sure give some great advice. promise we’ll be there for eachother?” you pull out your pinky finger from his grip, watching as he blinks for a few seconds. you sensed some hesitation, but blamed it on him being tired. eventually, jaemin linked his pink with yours, sealing it with a gentle press of his lips. you couldn’t hide how flustered you had gotten, burying your head in his chest as he started stroking your hair.

“thankyou for being with me tonight” he mumbled as he felt himself fall asleep,

“anytime”

//

sometimes jaemin would leave you hanging for days on end. at first you would get concerned, mainly for his own safety. you were never sure what he got up to in his spare time, and to be honest, you didn’t want to know. but after a certain amount of days, he would pop back into your life that nothing happened, as if no time had passed. today was one of those days. he was sitting on your bedroom floor, flicking through your history notes. you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him, he looked so peaceful.

“you’re so much smarter than me” he huffs, scratching his head as he closed your notebook.

“no way, i’m pretty average. you’re more street smart than i am” jaemin perks up at your words,

“i guess i am huh” he smirks to himself, making you slightly smile.

“i can help you study if you want, you need a pass, right?” you scooted over to him, sitting so that your shoulders brushed against eachother.

“well yes, technically. but passing doesn’t secure i’ll get into college. not that i can even go” he shrugs, eyes focused on his rings, beginning to fiddle with them.

“what do you mean?”

“i don’t have the grades, my parents barely have any money saved for my college fund. i don’t have a job, you see the issue here?” you sensed him stiffen up next to you, this topic clearly striking a nerve within him. you placed a hand on his shoulder, gently squeezing it,

“you know college isn’t for everyone. i’m sure you will be able to live a good life” jaemin knew you were trying your best to cheer him up. but these were constant thoughts and struggles he had been dealing with for what seemed like a lifetime. he knew you would never fully understand, and he couldn’t be mad at you for that.

“y-yeah, i’ll be fine” he sighs, linking is fingers with yours. you worried about jaemin so much, it slowly began to take over your mind. you caught yourself thinking about him more often, how you wanted to be there for him during his dark times. but jaemin always shoved off the idea of getting too deep with his emotions. sure, he trusted you with most things, but there was always a thought in the back of his mind. you were way too good for him.

//

“what is this?” you smiled brightly at the boy standing across from you. he was leant up against your locker, gift bag in his hands, shoving it towards you.

“a token of my appreciation for our growing friendship” you chose to ignore the last word, your feelings towards jaemin still being undecided.

you slowly open the bag, your eyes landing on a small box. you furrowed your eyebrows, before opening it.

“t-this is beautiful, jaemin. how did you afford this?” you gasped, pulling out the shiny necklace from the delicate box. it was a silver chain, that sparkled under the light at just the right angle. there was a small pendent latched onto it, a butterfly.

“don’t worry about that, do you like it?” he grinned at you, taking in your ecstatic reaction,

“of course! i cant thank you enough!”

you pull him into a warm hug, arms tightening around his torso. jaemin chuckled softly, bringing his arms to wrap around your frame, slowly swaying you side to side.

“being there for me is enough, i promise”

//

The things I did

Just so I could call you mine

The things you did

Well, I hope I was your favorite crime

//

the following few days, jaemin went MIA again. you were beginning to become annoyed by his lack of communication. you wanted to believe he was gone for good reason, but something in your gut sensed something worse was happening. that’s when you decided to go to the abandoned building, remembering he often went there when he wanted to be alone. not having a car of your own caused many issues in your life. like right now, you were huffing and puffing once you hopped off your bicycle. you quickly set it aside, making your way to the building. before you turned to the main corridor that you met jaemin in many times before, you heard hushed voices, one belonging to the boy in question.

“we need this deal done asap. no excuses” a deep voice echoes through the building. you couldn’t get a good look at them without being caught, so you remained hidden behind a huge slab of concrete.

“b-but what if they think i’m scamming them because i’m new?” jaemin squeaked. you had never heard him so worried before.

“well you better think of some way to get them to buy, we can’t risk anymore losses. take this as initiation into the big boys club” what the hell was going on?

soon enough, the small group of men had left the building, walking past the concrete slab you were hiding behind. you let out a sigh of relief before rushing to jaemin. his eyes widened at the sight of you, part of him wanting to yell at you for being so stupid.

“what are you doing here?!” he was mad.

“i could ask you the same thing” you scoffed. jaemin suddenly became quiet, eyes avoiding yours.

“what’s going on? and i want the truth. the whole truth” he just sighed, dragging you back to his car. you folded your arms, in disbelief from what you had heard prior.

“i-i’m helping them with some deals okay? it’s just a side hustle to get some cash, i want to get out of this town. this is the only way”

“what are you dealing? drugs?” you gasped, watching as jaemin snapped his neck to face you.

“yes, it’s not as bad as you think-“

“not as bad? they’re literally part of a gang. do you know what happens to people who don’t seal these deals?” you couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“i know the risks. but i’m desperate. i just need enough to buy an apartment in another city and finally start my life” jaemin doesn’t know why he’s bothering trying to explain this to you. he brushed his fingers through his hair roughly, letting out a groan as he did so.

“when i said there are ways for you to live a good life, i didn’t mean deal drugs. i meant get an apprenticeship or something! literally anything but this”

“there’s nothing you can do to change my mind. i already swore i’d do this deal. i need the money. you wouldn’t understand” jaemin struck back, feeling attacked by your words.

“what the hell is that supposed to mean? i-i can’t do this. come back to me when you’ve come to your senses. this is stupid and you know it” you rush out of his car, causing jaemin to trail behind you as you stumbled to find your bike.

“come with me” you stopped in your tracks.

“pardon?”

“come with me to the deal. i-i don’t want to go alone” he says barely above a whisper,

“you’re crazy if you think i’ll follow you like a lost pup-“ jaemin pressed his lips on yours, hands stuck to your waist, gently rubbing your sides as he deepened the kiss. your words became jumbled as he continued to kiss you. as much as you wanted to argue back with him, feeling his lips on yours was only something you had experienced in your dreams.

“please” he whispered, pulling away from you momentarily.

“o-okay” you whispered back, hands now on his shoulders. jaemin smirked with pride before pulling you in once again. he led you back to his car, dragging you into the backseat. he began trailing kisses down your neck, erupting a pleased sigh from you. and just like that, you were wrapped around his silly little finger.

//

you were now seated in the passenger seat of jaemin’s busted ass car. your nerves were off the charts, and so were his. you had never seen him so anxious before, he was breathing in quick successions and couldn’t stop shaking.

“just get it over and done with...okay? get in and get out” you try your best to ease his nerves but how much could you really say? you were encouraging him to commit to a drug deal, this was not how you expected your friday night to go.

jaemin just nodded, clutching onto something in his jacket pocket. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, gently stroking your hair as he did so.

“thankyou for coming with me” he mumbled. you just nodded, trying to ignore your intense gut feeling that something was going to go wrong. he led you by your waist into the noisy bar. you kept your head down, allowing jaemin to gain sight of the clients. he didn’t let you approach the group of men, so you tried to distract yourself with a random fruity cocktail from the bar. it wasn’t enough to push aside your worries.

after what seemed like hours, you caught sight of jaemin, who seemed like he was in a rush. he quickly scooped you away from your seat, swiftly leading you out of the bar. before you could even open your mouth, he interjects,

“no time for questions, get in the car now” he harshly shoved you into the passenger seat. now you were more worried than before.

“what the fuck is going on?!” jaemin didn’t answer you, starting the engine of the car. before you could press him any further, the same group of men rushed out of the bar, eyes scanning for the boy next to you. this wasn’t good.

“may or may not have given them the wrong amount...nothing a little hide and seek can’t fix!” jaemin tried to laugh it off, but you knew he was equally as scared. his dingy car wouldn’t start, adding to the panic in the atmosphere. the group of men were already in their own vehicle, approaching jaemin’s car rather quickly.

“fuck fuck fuck” he began shouting, slamming his foot on the accelerator as the car hurled forward. in a matter of time, he was speeding down the street. he probably ran a couple red lights and a few stop signs, but he wasn’t fazed. you on the other hand, were about to throw up. jaemin kept taking sharp turns to throw off the car chasing you, he barely looked back. you were terrified in this moment. anything could go wrong, one wrong turn, and it could all be over. soon enough, he stopped right outside the all too familiar abandoned building. he was out of breath, the adrenaline still present in his system. you were completely frozen, still in shock at what had occurred.

“wasn’t that riveting?” he smirked. he fucking smirked?

“are you kidding me? that was fucking insane. d-don’t do this again. i don’t want any part of this anymore” you began tearing up, feeling your heart pump out of your chest. jaemin’s face dropped as he tried to hold your hand, in which you pulled away immediately.

“t-take me home. please.” he didn’t say anything back to you. he respected your wishes and took you home safely. you didn’t even want to think about the punishment he would receive from the gang for messing up the deal. the only thought of your mind was your own safety. jaemin risked your safety this time around. you would have done anything for him, but in this moment, you were beginning to regret it. na jaemin was trouble. and you needed to stay away from trouble.

//

staying away from na jaemin was harder than you thought. subtle glances from across the classroom or school courtyard wasn’t doing you any good. so you sought refuge in the library. somehow he managed to find you there too.

“y/n, please, talk to me” you continued to read the novel you weren’t interested in, trying your best to remain angry. he sat across from you, pulling down the book from your face, eyes begging to meet yours.

“there’s nothing left to say” he just sighs, never seeing you be so stubborn.

“i know what i did was wrong, i shouldn’t have put you in that posit-“

“can we please not discuss this here? where anyone can hear us?” you quickly interrupt him, pulling him to the school parking lot. out of habit, jaemin led you to his car, opening the passenger side door for you. you got chills as you sat in the seat once again, the memories flooding back.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have brought you into it. i just didn’t want to be alone...you’re the only person who doesn’t make me feel alone.” jaemin could barely look at you, too embarrassed of being vulnerable.

“you know how i’m against what you’re doing. and i know i can’t change your mind. i just can’t keep worrying about your safety. it hurts me knowing that you could get hurt one day” you began sniffling, which made jaemin’s heart ache. he pulled your face to meet his own, staring at your soft features. he slowly guided his fingers to wipe away your tears.

“don’t worry too much about me, love. i’ll be just fine” he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, and just like that, you were dragged right back into his arms.

“be careful” you whispered against his lips,

“always”

//

You used me as an alibi

I crossed my heart as you crossed the line

And I defended you to all my friends

//

jaemin wasn’t careful. not in the slightest. he showed up at your window, hands clutching to his lower torso area as he stumbled into your room. you hushed him to be as quiet as he could but you immediately knew something was wrong. he practically fell to his knees, soft whimpers and sighs leaving his mouth. you quickly moved to turn on your lights, taking a better look at the boy in pain. your eyes travelled along his face, covered in scratches and bruises.

“you good with playing medic tonight?” he joked, trying to relieve the tension. but you were not having any of it. you pulled him into your bed, allowing him to lay on his back. he had an array of cuts over his body, including a large gash on his lower lip. you swiftly rushed to the bathroom, grabbing your not so impressive first aid kit, but it would have to do for now. you tried your best to disinfect what you cold, until you reached his torso. you saw there were specks of blood leaking onto his t shirt, which made you more worried than you were initially. jaemin just sighed, lifting up his shirt slowly. your eyes were glued on the painful wound plastered on the right side of his body.

“d-did someone stab you?!” you felt tears prickle the side of your eyes. how could he be so stupid?

“n-no, its just a cut, it’s not even that deep” he tried to play it off, but the moment you pressed the cleansing wipe onto the wound, he winced.

“stop playing the tough guy. i hate when you play tough guy” you groan, trying your best to tend to his wound. jaemin watched as your expression changed from one of concern, to annoyance.

“hey, don’t be mad at me, okay?” he brought his hand to hover over your thigh, gently stroking his fingers on the surface.

“i’m sorry” he whispered, trying his best to sit up, but you immediately pushed him back down. you moved to lay next to him, allowing yourself to finally look him in the eyes.

“i can’t always be here to take care of you like this, jaemin. as much as i want to, there are going to be times where i just can’t. you have to understand that”

“of course, i didn’t expect you to be my personal nurse or anything. i just don’t want you to leave” his words sank deeply into your thoughts.

“i-i won’t leave”

“thankyou. i promise i will take you out and we will have fun. like old times. we can go on a road trip, or even that stupid homecoming dance you keep talking about. i’ll do anything to make it up to you because i ca-“ he immediately stopped himself, clutching his side.

“just get some rest, we can continue this discussion another day. goodnight jaem” you just sighed, turning on your back to face him. jaemin didn’t know why he couldn’t finish his sentence. he does care about you. more than anyone else in the world. but why couldn’t he just say it?

you on the other hand, were too busy imagining your future with jaemin. would he be there as your partner in crime for life? or was he just someone passing by to teach you a lesson? you weren’t too sure you wanted to find out.

//

“y/n, principal lee wants to see you in his office” your economics teacher informed you during class, eyes of classmates following you as you left the room. you swore you hadn’t done anything remotely mischievous lately, besides snatching a cheat sheet for the upcoming final.

“ah yes y/n, please take a seat” principal lee invited you into his office. you tried your best to stay focused on the stubby man in front of you but you couldn’t ignore the two police officers standing to the side.

“you wanted to see me, sir?”

“yes, these officers are here to ask you some questions. don’t worry, you aren’t in trouble. they just need some information for their investigation” he explains as best he could, shifting the conversation over to the two officers.

“as principal lee mentioned, we just need information. are you comfortable with us asking you a few questions?” you slowly nodded, hands beginning to clam up.

“we have reason to believe your friend, na jaemin, has been involved in an incident that occurred last thursday. he claims he was present with you that night. can you confirm this?” you immediately froze. you swore you didn’t even blink. that was the night he came to your window, all banged up a bruised. but you couldn’t tell them that part. so you went with a variation of the truth,

“yes, he was with me, we often study together and watch movies on thursdays.” you tried your best to maintain eye contact, not wanting to draw any more attention.

“have you noticed anything odd in his behaviour lately?” you knew they were just following protocol, but you weren’t prepared for any of this.

“not really. he is quite reserved naturally, but there hasn’t been anything too alarming, in my opinion” the officers just nodded, scribbling down your words.

“thankyou for your time, if we were to need any more statements from you, would you be okay with that?” you simply nodded, wanting nothing more than to get back to class.

“great, we’ll be heading off now, thankyou principal lee, and y/n” you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. what in god’s name happened that night?

“why were the cops coming out of the office? did you do something?” your friend, jimin asked you as she rushed to your side.

“n-no, they were asking about jaemin” you sighed. you didn’t want to tell her much, knowing she wasn’t his biggest fan.

“y/n, you have to stop hanging out with him so much. he’s bad news. i mean, he’s got the cops questioning you? is that someone you really want to be with?” you knew she had your best interest at heart, but she didn’t know jaemin like you did. no one did.

“don’t talk about him like he’s some pest in my life. he makes me happy, okay? i’d do pretty much anything for him” you huff, beginning to walk away.

“but would he do anything for you?” her words made you stop in your tracks. she was right to question that. god, even you questioned it sometimes. would he?

//

And now every time a siren sounds

I wondеr if you're around

'Cause you know that I'd do it all again

//

jaemin insisted he take you to the homecoming dance — he even pinky promised you.

“jaemin! i’m so excited for tonight, what time are you coming by?” you excitedly squeal into the phone, making jaemin slightly chuckle.

“uh love, i-i don’t think i can make it tonight” you felt your heart drop.

“what? why?”

“i have some business to take care of. i promise you i’ll take you out soo-“

“i think you should stop making promises you can’t keep. hope you have fun doing whatever you’re doing” you immediately hung up, wiping the stray tears from your face. you quickly pulled yourself together. showing up alone to the homecoming dance after you told your friends you were going with jaemin, was probably one of the most embarrassing things you had ever experienced. they all felt pity for you, dragging you to dance, trying to get you to forget about jaemin. but nothing was working. you were beyond disappointed, partially in yourself, for believing he could actually keep his promise.

the moment you got home, you saw someone sitting on the steps just outside your front door. you let out a loud sigh, hoping he heard everything. you wanted to push right past him and go to bed, but jaemin trapped you in his arms. you felt something was off about him. he was stiff as a board, he didn’t say anything to you. you finally got a glimpse of his face, his right eye was swollen and there was a slight gash on his cheek. you immediately gasped, all your anger towards him had fizzled away.

“w-what happened?” you barely whispered, bringing your hand to the side of his face. jaemin winced as he felt the touch, quickly pulling away.

“finally got what was coming” he tried to laugh it off, but he knew you weren’t going to laugh back. instead, you allowed him to follow you to your room, hoping your parents were fast sleep.

jaemin slowly made his way to sit on your bed. you felt like he had something else he was hiding from you, but your main focus was yet again, tending to his wounds.

“i’m getting some real déjà vu right now” you sighed, cleaning his face. jaemin tried his best to not move, but everything stung. he really got it bad this time.

“i’m sorry for breaking my promise. i know how much the dance meant to you” he softly muttered, eyes avoiding yours.

“i-it’s okay”

“no it’s not! you do so much for me, and i couldn’t even do this one thing for you. i feel so shitty. why do you even keep me around? i’m deadweight and that’s trouble for someone with wings” he scoffs, replaying harsh words he had heard from others in the past. you slowly plucked away the medical kit, turning to face him properly. (a/n: not me using a quote from the show ‘panic’)

“you’re not deadweight...you’re a good person, jaem. you’re good to me, that’s what matters” you gently push away the stray strands of hair that covered his forehead. he smiled at your touch, leaning into your palm as you brought it to cup his cheek.

“i love you”

you almost choked on your own saliva...he loves you?

“w-what?”

“yikes, not the response i was hoping for” he yet again, tried to relieve the tension with a joke. but you weren’t having any of it.

“can you be serious for one minute in your life? you can’t just say something like that and not expect me to freak out! i mean, do i love you too? of course i do! i would be stupid not to, but jaemin, you cant just spit that out of nowhere!” you began pacing around your room, which made jaemin smile even wider.

“well i just did. and i mean it” he stood to meet you, standing in the middle of your room as he held your shoulders in place.

“s-so what happens now?” jaemin hesitated for a moment, did he just ruin everything?

“we can’t be together”

“pardon?”

“i-i can’t do that to you. i can’t let you be with someone like me. i’m constant danger. the cops are going to get me one day, and i don’t want you to see it happen” he started rambling, you were barely understanding anything.

“this makes no sense. you’re telling me that you love me but you can’t be with me? why would you do this to me?” you started sobbing,

“i-i don’t expect you to understand. i just needed to tell you before...” he paused, pulling you closer to him. but you pushed yourself away. you didn’t want to hear anymore but forced yourself to listen. you needed answers.

“before what?” you gritted through your teeth,

“before i leave” your eyes widened, tears stopped flowing for a moment. you couldn’t make out any words, allowing jaemin to explain,

“i cant stay here, not in this town. i need to go somewhere else. somewhere they won’t find me. somewhere i can start over” he sighed, sitting back down on your bed.

“take me with you! we can go tonight, i don’t care where i am, as long as you’re with me i’ll be okay!” you begged, pulling out your duffel bag from under your bed. but jaemin quickly gripped your wrists, pulling you to sit with him on the bed.

“y-you can’t come with me. it’s not fair on you, or me. i want you to have a better life, a life with no regrets. you have so many goals, i can’t hold you back from them. i won’t” he insisted, holding your hands in his as he pleaded you with his eyes. you weren’t thinking straight, everything became so overwhelming.

“why are you doing this to me? i cant do this without you! i cant get through all of this without you. please don’t leave” your hands began to shake. jaemin brought them to his lips, placing soft pecks on each knuckle in an attempt to calm you down.

“you can. i know you can. because you’re you. an incredibly loyal, intelligent and courageous person. you don’t need me. if anything, i need you more” he smirked at the last part. you kept shaking your head, not believing anything he was saying.

“just promise me one thing?” he whispered, leaning in closer to you so that your foreheads touched.

“don’t forget me. don’t forget all the things we got up to. i had so much fun with you, more fun than i’ve had in my entire life. i can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for me. i love you, okay? i’ll always love you” finally, he kissed you. his hands dragged to your waist, rubbing over the soft skin. you shined into the kiss, partially still upset with his departure.

“can we just have one last night together?” you pulled away, wiping away the rest of your tears. jaemin softly nodded, pulling you down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around you.

“thankyou for being my partner in crime. i’ll miss you” he sighed, gently scribbling random doodles on your arm with his fingers.

“i miss you already. maybe one day, we’ll meet again? i don’t know, am i being silly?” you didn’t want him to answer, afraid he’d break another promise.

“you’re not silly at all. we’ll see what life has planned for us” he responded. that was enough for you. you’ll leave it up to fate. you were just happy you were spending one last night with the boy you loved so dearly.

//

It's bittersweet to think about the damage that we'd do

'Cause I was goin' down, but I was doin' it with you

Yeah, everything we broke and all the trouble that we made

But I say that I hate you with a smile on my face

Oh, look what we became

//

you awoke the very next morning in an empty bed. your heart sunk, knowing jaemin was gone had finally hit you. your eyes drifted to where he once was, landing on a piece of paper.

‘go to the building for one last goodbye. i hope you like it.

- jaem <3 ‘

you quickly got changed and rushed there as fast as you could. would he be there to bid you farewell? you weren’t betting on it, but was still curious as to what he had to show you. you made your way into the building, your eyes cascading over all the graffiti. finally, you saw exactly what he left for you. he painted over the mural you both worked on. it had been replaced with a painting of a butterfly. its wings were all different colours, you could tell he spent ages on it. you finally reached the bottom of the artwork, a small inscription was engraved,

‘for the one with the wings, keep on soaring’

“so cheesy, i hate it” you joke to yourself, smiling at his words. this was his final gift for you. as you admired the painting once again, memories of all your little adventures came rushing back. everything you did together seemed like an eternity ago. although you wished you had confessed to him sooner, or kissed him harder, you knew that he was gone for good. jaemin wasn’t the time to keep many promises, so you’ve learnt. you started to put your faith in the universe. if you were meant to be, then you would meet again. but for now, you were content with everything you had gone through together. you were grateful to have known someone as amazing as jaemin, and you would never take that for granted. you only hoped he would do the same, no matter where you both were in life. you hoped you could both grow wings and soar through life without any regrets.

[luvdsc]

doing the bf tag with my bf.

hey, siri, does bf stand for best friend or boyfriend? (or both?)

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + youtuber au word count :: 4,691 words warnings :: none playlist :: mean it (lauv & lany) ⋆ always, i’ll care (jeremy zucker) ⋆ fearless (taylor swift) ⋆ fingers crossed (coin) ⋆ cardiac arrest (bad suns) author’s note :: this fic is a tiny bit different than my usual writing because i emphasize more on dialogue than description in order to mimic a youtube video. happy birthday to this absolute darling angel! you have the biggest heart in the universe, and thank you for sharing so much of it with the world ♡ ↳ part of the not clickbait series.

Your subscribers have always wondered if you would do this type of video countless of times, and you never thought you’d ever actually record one due to the state of your love life (or lack thereof), yet here you are.

Unfortunately, the romantic department of your life still remains very much empty though. But lucky for you, so is your best friend’s. And that pretty much works out perfectly because he could stand in for your nonexistent boyfriend in order to complete the popular GF/BF tag (along with a hidden challenge that was popular by demand and personally requested by a certain friend with a flair for baking. Now if only the frantic butterflies in your stomach would settle down just enough for you to do it).

After all, BF could stand for either boyfriend or best friend, right?

It’s also no secret that yours and Jaemin’s subscribers shipped you two together either. Heck, you may be a little delusional as well because you ship yourself with your best friend, too. Blame the massive crush you’ve been secretly harboring. But two best friends sharing an apartment and frequently appearing in videos on each of your respective channels? In the eyes of your fans, that’s basically the perfect setup for a modern day love story.

It would 100% be the greatest love story since Kat and Patrick in 10 Things I Hate About You, but at this point in your life, your story is going to be marked down as a tragedy. You feel even more hopeless and dramatic than Romeo was about his unrequited love for Rosaline. Also, that dude got over her way too quickly at the sight of another pretty girl. You wish that would happen for you, too, but your heart is much too stubborn over Jaemin.

When you had asked him if he would do the video with you, Jaemin immediately agreed much to your initial surprise. The publicity would be good though, you surmise later on, and both our fan bases would grow, so of course, he would agree. It’s not like your best friend liked you back. That would be absolutely absurd.

“Are you ready?” Jaemin speaks up, breaking your train of thought, and you’re slightly startled. He plops down in the plush pink rolling chair next to you, the chair moving back a few inches. He scooches it closer to your own chair, buzzing with excitement. You smile at your best friend, pushing down the butterflies erupting in your stomach. You nod before reaching forward and pressing the record button on the camera set up in front of you. You pull up the list of questions on your phone.

“Yeah, let's do this.”

How did we meet?

“Oh, this is an easy question,” Jaemin says, flashing his award winning smile at the camera before he throws his arm around you happily, hugging you affectionately. “It was freshman year. You ran into me. Literally. We were in the same class, and it just ended. You were trying to shove your textbook into your bag and didn’t notice where you were walking until you face-planted into my back.”

The memory is still fresh in your mind, and you remember how you had already resigned yourself to your fate of becoming good friends with the floor. But Lady Luck was on your side for once, and she sent an angel in the form of Na Jaemin to save you from embarrassment on your first day of university.

“Yeah, I almost fell flat on my butt, but luckily, Nana has great reflexes and when he turned around, he grabbed my arm before I hit the ground,” you add on, still squished into his side. He beams, eyes crinkling into half moon crescents before placing a kiss on your cheek and turning back to the camera.

Your heart skips a beat, but you ignore it. Jaemin has always been affectionate, and kisses were all in good fun. You continue on, plastering a nonchalant smile on your face. “And he said, ‘Looks like you just fell for me.’ And then he insisted that we get lunch together.”

“And the rest is history!” he exclaims happily, resting his cheek on the top of your head. You smile fondly before going onto the next question.

Where was our first date?

“The dining hall immediately after you ran into me.”

“That wasn’t a date,” you interject. “We can skip this question since we aren’t dating.”

Jaemin shrugs, waiting for you to read the next question. He murmurs faintly under his breath, “It was supposed to be one.”

We’re going out to eat, where are we going?

Jaemin answers immediately, leaning back in his chair. “The little pizza place down the block! They always make three different types of unique pizza everyday, and once they sell out, they close for the day.”

“We always go on Wednesday because they make both of our favorite pizzas then.” You chime in, and he nods enthusiastically, moving closer to the front and throwing his hands up in the air for emphasis. “They have corn and potato pizza that day!”

You wrinkle your nose slightly before leaning towards the camera. “To my subscribers, for the record, I assure you that I have better taste than that, and I love the artichoke pesto pizza with ricotta.”

What food do I dislike?

“... Corn and potato pizza,” he says reluctantly with a pout. “And kiwis. The outside is furry and creeps you out, and the fruit makes your tongue itch.”

You flash a thumbs up at the camera, and your best friend grins, puffing up his chest. Chuckling quietly, you shake your head before answering the question yourself. “And this dork absolutely hates anything strawberry flavored. And he’s lactose intolerant, so dairy is his enemy.”

“I love cheese, but cheese hates me,” he says mournfully, hanging his head down low before he jumps back up and reads the following question listed on your phone’s screen aloud.

Who is my best friend?

“Me!” Jaemin shouts gleefully, throwing his hands up in the air, and you can’t help but laugh, grinning widely at your best friend, a fond expression on your face.

“You.”

Am I a morning person or a night person?

“We’re both night people,” you say, and Jaemin nods in agreement. “You won’t catch either of us waking up before noon if we can’t help it, and we each have to set up like five alarms just to wake up.”

“It works out because we can stay up together watching movies or editing our videos,” he adds in, turning to you and smiling fondly. “And I always have a partner when I want to go on a midnight snack run to the convenience store nearby.”

Do we have a song? What is it?

“Jeremy Zucker’s Always, I’ll Care.”

“That’s our song?” You’re surprised. You were going to mention one of the go-to karaoke songs the two of you liked to belt out on the top of your lungs after a movie and wine night. Jaemin makes a great Sharpay Evans when you both want to bop to the top.

“It’s the song that reminds me of you,” he says, voice growing softer as he reaches the end of the sentence. Curse your heart for melting into a puddle. His cheeks turn pink under your gaze, and he becomes uncharacteristically shy, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“Anyway, what’s the next question?”

What’s my nickname?

“Nana!” You reach out to poke his cheek, and he puffs them up before pouting at you. He reaches out and pinches your cheek.

“I call you ‘angel’ sometimes. It’s why your channel is called peachyangel.”

What's my weirdest habit?

“Jaemin eats way too much cilantro,” you state, swinging around side to side in your rolling chair.

“I do not!” he protests loudly, and you give him a blank stare. The two of you sit there in silence, not breaking eye contact until he finally relents.

“Okay, maybe I do. But you pour cereal before milk!”

“That’s not a weird habit!” You defend yourself. You are appalled at your best friend. Neither of you have ever woken up early enough for breakfast, so this has never come up before. If you would’ve known this in the past, maybe you wouldn’t be so ridiculously in love with him in the present.

“Yes, it is! Your cereal gets all soggy that way!”

“Only idiots pour their milk first!”

He clutches his heart dramatically. “Are you calling me an idiot?!”

“... So moving onto the next question—”

What do you think I’m talented at?

“Making people fall in love with you,” Jaemin blurts out, and your eyes widen at his answer as your grip on your phone loosens considerably.

“I—I mean, you’re just so approachable, and you’re kind to everyone. You care so much about everyone and everything. People feel comfortable around you, they always gravitate towards you, and you just— I don’t know, you make people feel loved,” he explains, unable to meet your eyes, and his cheeks darken. He fiddles around with the loose strand on his sweater sleeve.

Your heart swells ten times bigger and beats faster than ever. You wonder if Jaemin knows he has the same effect on everyone, too. You hope he does.

You wonder if he knows you’re in love with him and if he would love you back. You hope he does.

When was the first time you said “I love you”  to me?

“Uh, we can skip this one, too,” you say awkwardly, but he throws his arm around your shoulder again, hugging you tightly. “Nope, not skipping! I have the answer to this one!”

He grins toothily at the camera before pinching your cheek for a second time affectionately. “I said ‘I love you’ when you showed up at my dorm and brought me pop tarts at three in the morning after I accidentally drunk texted you, instead of Jeno. That’s when I knew you were a keeper.”

“I did that because I felt bad about throwing up on your shoes at the party we went to the weekend before that,” you mumble, face growing warm when you remember your best friend’s drunken confession a few years back. “Besides, you were drunk. It doesn’t count.”

“Okay, fine, but we say it to each other all the time. The second time I said it was when you brought me chicken nuggets, and I was hungover, but sober.” He says, spinning in his chair.

“I can see the pattern now. You say it when I bring you food,” you say, crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout. “You love food, not me.”

“That’s not true!” he exclaims, halting mid spin and facing you. He turns your chair towards him, moving forward to clutch both of your hands in his, and stares directly into your eyes seriously. “I love you.”

You inaudibly gulp, helplessly gazing back at him as you feel your face begin to burn, your heart speeding up in your chest. Jaemin grins, leaning back and letting go of your hand. “See? I love you!”

“Y-yeah.” You swallow hard, fumbling over your words. “You love me.”

What is your favorite thing about me?

“Your laugh,” Jaemin replies honestly, reaching out and absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand as he looks at you. “Hyuck told me the other day that whenever I try to do something funny or make a joke, I have a habit of turning towards you for your reaction. It makes me kinda proud that I can make you laugh.”

You know that you’re stupidly grinning like an absolute idiot at this point, but you don’t care. You even almost forget about the camera.

“Your smile,” you answer, maintaining eye contact with him. Your smile widens when you see one appear on his face, his eyes shining brightly. “You have the prettiest smile, and I’m grateful that I’m able to see it everyday or be the cause of it sometimes.”

What film always makes me cry?

“Oh, The Lion King.” Jaemin responds automatically. “We both cry our eyes out at the stampede moment and when Simba tells his dad to wake up.”

“When we saw the live action version together, we brought along a ton of tissues with us, and he used almost all of them.”

What drink do I always order?

“Jaemin is crazy and always gets a venti iced americano with no water and eight espresso shots. He used to drink it six times a day until I yelled at him about it,” you say, shaking your head at the camera before glancing over at your best friend. “It’s seriously bad for your health.”

His lips jut out into a pout as he whines, “You wouldn't let me cuddle with you until I changed it!”

“It was for your own good! Plus, that drink tasted like battery acid!” You exclaim, and he sulks quietly before begrudgingly agreeing. You pat his head in consolation, and he grabs your hand, naturally interlocking your fingers with his.

“I drink it less now and with only two and half shots.”

If I could, what candy could I eat all day long?

“Chocolate,” you blurt out immediately. “Jaemin is a chocolate fanatic. But he’ll take anything with sugar. He has such a sweet tooth. He eats brown sugar when he’s bored. Even his boba drink has 100% sugar.”

“It’s as sweet as you.” Jaemin winks at you exaggeratingly, and you roll your eyes, turning your face away slightly to hide the smile that begins to spread across your face.

“Y/N likes matcha green tea Kit Kats.” He leans closer to the camera, peering into the lens in a serious manner. “If any chocolate companies are watching this, we are both open to sponsorships.”

If I could live anywhere in the world, where would I live?

“Here,” Jaemin says confidently, beaming at you, “You’d want to live here with me. And I want to live here, too. Because this is the bestest place in the world.” He hesitates, faltering for a moment before searching your eyes. “Right?”

Who are you to say no to that?

You smile at him. “Right.”

What am I deathly afraid of?

“You’re afraid of spiders,” he announces, “You make me take care of all the spiders in the apartment.”

“Yeah, it’s the only reason I keep you around,” you say casually, and he gasps, insulted. You give him a cheeky smile. “I’m just kidding.”

He scowls at you, lips pulled into a frown. “You better be.”

What is the first thing that I do in the morning?

“Jaemin is never awake before I am,” you inform the camera, crossing your legs. “I have to wake him up first if we go anywhere.”

“Even if you don’t have to go to an event, you still wake up early to make sure I’m awake, so I won’t be late. So that’s what you do first thing in the morning: wake me up.” Jaemin nudges your leg. “You always come into my room as a blanket burrito with your comforter wrapped around you.”

“That’s because I have to face the treacherous cold to make sure you aren’t late to your events. But you still end up late anyway because you drag me down onto your bed and refuse to let me go until we lay there for twenty minutes,” you grumble, pulling up your legs onto your chair and wrapping your arms around your knees.

“Cuddling is a good way to conserve body heat and start the morning,” Jaemin states, waving his arms around to emphasize his point.

“Really? Do studies show that it’s beneficial to cuddle in the morning?”

“I don’t know.” Jaemin shrugs, making a noncommittal noise. He smiles at you, causing your stomach to do flip flops and your heart to do cartwheels. “But it makes me happy every morning, so I’d say that’s enough proof.”

Who usually wins our arguments?

“Y/N does,” Jaemin sighs heavily, leaning back against his chair in resignation. “You always win.”

“It’s true.” You nod, patting Jaemin’s arm consolingly. “It’s tough always being right, but someone has to do it.”

“You always pout, too, and I just give in because you’re too cute,” he says casually, and you freeze in your seat. Never mind the fact that he’s implying you’re wrong, Na Jaemin just called you cute.

Good thing this is caught on camera because this means you can secretly watch this multiple times in private. And also cringe over your awkward reaction, but let’s not talk about that right now because once again, Jaemin just called you cute. You! Cute! Jaemin! Your mind is honestly short circuiting, and you can’t do anything, except nod and smile like a complete fool.

What do we usually argue about?

“Adopting,” Jaemin says solemnly. Eyes widening, you wait for a moment, but he offers no explanation. You lightly shove his chair, and he rolls a few inches away. “Nana, you can't just end it like that! You have to say more than that!”

Turning towards the camera, you hurriedly explain, “He’s talking about pets. He wants to adopt five dogs and name them after Jisung, Chenle, Jeno, Renjun, and Mark. And then he wants to adopt a snake and name it after Donghyuck.”

“She said we could only get one dog and the snake.” Jaemin scowls, slumping in his seat as he stares into the camera. “I can’t believe she isn’t letting me get five dogs. I love Jisung and all non-Jisung’s equally.”

What’s my favorite clothing item?

“It’s not even yours. You always steals my white hoodie. I haven’t been able to wear it for the past month,” Jaemin complains, and you have the decency to look a little guilty.

You play with the strings of said hoodie that’s currently engulfing your body, curling into yourself as you tuck your face into the sweater like a turtle. “Your clothes smell nice.”

“But we use the same laundry detergent.” Jaemin wrinkles his eyebrows, confusion evident in his eyes. “All our clothes smell like snuggles and cotton.”

“It’s not the same,” you insist, wrinkling your nose, and he shakes his head, lips curling into a smile. He reaches over and tugs the hood of the sweater over your head playfully.

“Okay, whatever you say, angel. You look better in them than me anyway.”

Where am I on a Friday night?

“You’re here with me, eating Chinese take out and watching Criminal Minds,” you answer, and he agrees, nodding.

“We just finished watching all twelve seasons on Netflix, so if anyone has any show recommendations, please send them in!”

What is my weirdest interest?

“Once again, my clothes,” Jaemin says, and you begin to protest but he wags his finger at you. “No, no, no, you don’t get to disagree! You hoarded like six of my sweaters in your closet. I bought you the exact same sweater for your birthday, but you still take mine!”

You silently decide that it is better to accept this defeat than correct him because you actually have seven of his sweaters and a few tee shirts as well.

Who’s my favorite YouTuber?

“Me!” Jaemin’s hand shoots up in the air. “I’m your favorite YouTuber. Next question.”

Your hands start to get clammy as you look down at the final question you have been saving for last. It’s been a good fifteen minutes, and the butterflies still haven’t subsided. If anything, they seem to have multiplied and transformed into a whole rampaging zoo complete with elephants and monkeys.

“Uh, are you sure about that, Nana? ShowMeTheMonet is really good. I also really like itsmebetch a lot.” You stall for time, staring at the last question until the words are stamped in your mind. “Dream Unsolved and Worth It are amazing, too.”

Suddenly, Jaemin is right in front of you as he spins your chair around to face him, frowning and complaining, “What do you mean I’m not your favorite? You’re my favorite! What kind of best friend are you? This is a betrayal! An insult! This is worse than Jisung not calling me his favorite! How could you do this to m—”

“Okay, okay, you’re my favorite! I’m sorry! It was a joke,” you interrupt, but he turns away from you, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No, go make a video with ShowMeTheMonet instead.” He sulks, shoulders hunched over. “If you like her so much, go be best friends with her.”

“I’m sorry! I’ll buy you all the chocolate you want after this,” you plead with him, placing your phone on the table next to you. “I’ll even buy you boba everyday for a week!”

Jaemin brightens up at that immediately. “Oh, yeah! I want some milk tea after this! Okay, what’s the last question?”

You swallow hard, nervously fiddling with the hoodie strings once more and shoving all the butterflies down to the pit of your stomach. Twisting in your seat, you move your chair and spin his around until you’re both facing each other, knees touching.

“‘Where and when was our first kiss?’”

At the immediate thought of kissing you, his cheeks explode in various shades of pink, the tips of his ears catching fire. He’d be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about kissing you daily. Heck, he had to stop himself from doing so earlier when you were burying your face in his stolen hoodie. It’s so unfair that you’re always so cute and looking so… so… kissable.

“I, uh, I don’t think I can answer that,” your best friend stammers out as his eyes dart towards your lips before meeting yours.

“But you got all the other answers right.” Your voice comes out steadier than you thought it would, and you mentally pat yourself on the back. Gnawing on your bottom lip, you pause for a moment, balling your hands into fists before uncurling them and asking hesitantly, “Should I help you out?”

“Yes.” He wonders how exactly you can help him out. Oh god, did he kiss you before when he was drunk? But you would’ve told him if he did that. What if he had ki—

A soft pair of lips lands on his.

You’re kissing him. Oh my god, you’re kissing him! Jaemin wants to jump up and shout it from the rooftops. His heart leaps from his chest, and he’s wildly cheering in his mind as fireworks explode around him before he suddenly remembers that he has to kiss you back.

And so he does.

Jaemin tugs you closer until you’re pulled onto his lap, a muffled squeak of surprise coming from you, and he laughs as he presses his lips against yours more firmly, hands gripping your thighs as you straddle him. Your arms loop around his neck, and your heart ricochets in your chest as you kiss him back until your lungs are screaming for oxygen and you have to pull away.

Jaemin positively beams at you, eyes sparkling as he leans forward and nuzzles his nose against yours affectionately. He laughs breathlessly, resting his forehead against yours. “Yeah, that was really helpful. Our first kiss just happened right here a few seconds ago. And now, our second kiss is about to happen.”

Your best friend closes the distance, crashing his lips against yours once more, and you kiss him back just as fervently, smiling against his lips as he does the same. Never in either of your wildest dreams did you think this was going to happen, but you sure as heck aren’t complaining, and neither is he.

When the two of you finally break apart, you bury your face into the crook of his neck, flustered, and Jaemin laughs giddily, cheeks flushed and eyes twinkling. He hugs you tightly to his chest before nudging you to look up at him. “So did I get a 100% on the boyfriend tag?”

“Yes,” you say, sitting up straight on his lap and grabbing both of his hands in each of your own, intertwining your fingers with his. “You got twenty five out of twenty five. Congratulations on your perfect score.”

“Technically, you did do the boyfriend tag with your boyfriend then, right?” he says slyly, squeezing your fingers. “Shouldn’t I get some bonus points for helping you do the tag correctly?”

You chuckle, failing to contain your smile. “Okay, fine, you get bonus points, too. You did an A plus job, Nana.”

“I’ll take those bonus points in the form of kisses.” He puckers his lips at you, and you easily comply, wordlessly leaning forward to give him one, two, three kisses.

Jaemin grins at you, positively delighted before he attacks you with kisses, peppering soft kisses onto your cheeks, forehead, chin, the tip of your nose, and everywhere else in between until he finally kisses your lips gently.

If this was a cartoon, there would be hearts floating around his head and shooting from his eyes. He leans forward again to kiss you one more time for good measure. You smile mischievously, tilting your head to the side slightly as your hands curl around his shirt. “Are you sure there’s nothing else you want for your bonus points?”

His eyebrows furrow for a split second before his entire face lights up. Jaemin carefully cradles you, picking you up as his grip tightens under your thighs. You let out a quiet squeal, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he stands up enthusiastically.

“Cut the cameras!”

One new notification: peachyangel uploaded a new video!

nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ commented:

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ANGEL 🥺💗💞💖💗🤩💝💕💜🤧💖💘😭💘🌼💐🥺💖🥺🥺🥺

peachyangel replied: ily too baby 🥺🤧💖💖

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is this allowed?? there are minors here 😫 jisung look away

peachyangel replied: get your mind out of the gutter, ya nasty 🙄 we turned off the cam because he wanted to go get milk tea

jisung pwark replied: I’m 18!!!!! Stop treating me like a child!!! 

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ jisung pwark stop making me cut the crusts off of your sandwiches then

big head king replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck how come you don’t cut the crusts off of my sandwiches 😭😭

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ big head king because you are a grown adult and jeno already does it for you

jenojam commented:

congrats jaemin!! :)

Starbucks Official commented:

we would love to sponsor you, Mr. Na!

FIGHTING HAEYADWAE commented:

OH YOU ARE NANA!!1!1!!! 🤯🤯

ShowMeTheMonet commented:

um hello i would love to do the gf tag with you! i accept!!! it would be an honor 🤩

peachyangel replied: omg yes!!!! 🥺🥺 let’s do it soon 💖

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ nana ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚ did… did we just lose our gfs 🤧

mork lee rawr xD commented:

hahaha nice guys ! this was really cute haha

ty track commented:

the babies are all growing up too fast ):

jeno is my favorite commented:

.... i feel so single @.@

DonutKillMyVibe commented:

let it be known that I was the friend who challenged @ peachyangel to do the challenge and hence, I am the reason these two are together 👀👀

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck commented:

someone should make an updated version of that jaemin complaining video compilation with this

big head king commented:

ayyy you all are the GOAT 🐐🐐🐐

jenojam commented:

so are we just gonna let it slide when he called everyone except jisung “non jisungs” ?

jisung pwark replied: 😎😎

insert goofy’s chuckle commented:

is no one gonna comment on how he called me a snake?????

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle is no one gonna comment on how much of a clown hyuck is???

insert goofy’s chuckle replied: @ ghosts are real so suck it hyuck wtf? where did this even come from

ghosts are real so suck it hyuck replied: @ insert goofy’s chuckle sorry I thought we were stating the obvious here

big head king replied: LOLOLOL

apado gwenchana god commented:

nice 😎👍🏻

[peachbear88]

Dental Terrors

A/N: Who would've known the lovely, terrifying, petite assassin was afraid of the dentist?

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

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"Lena, if you don't loosen your grip, my hand is going to come off." You tease, watching as her eyes never leave the dentist's figure. "Lena?" She gulps and her eyes widen as the dentist pulls out a pair of menacing looking pliers, flicking the tip of the needle. "Hellooo? Earth to Belova?" She stares at you, her eyes pleading.

"Please, please, please, get me out of here." She begs and you shush her, stroking her cheek gently.

"Yelena, listen to me. If you be good and don't thrash around, I'll buy you a frozen yogurt and we can watch a Mission Impossible movie." Her eyes light up as you lock eyes with the dentist, giving him a subtle nod.

"Really?" She exclaims as the dentist sneaks up behind her, gently pricking her neck with the needle. "I thought you hated-" Her eyes roll up to the back of her head, her body slumping forward.

"Alright, do what you gotta do Doc."

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"Y/N?" A voice slurs and your eyes shoot open. A dopey looking Yelena stares into your eyes, her hands raised in front of her, making grabby hands.

"Hi sweetie," you smile tiredly at her, picking her up. Her arms wrap around your neck, her legs clinging to your back.

"You betrayed me!" She pouts adorably, littering kisses atop your head, making you giggle.

"Did I really?" You boop her nose gently.

"Yes!" She giggles, burying her face in your shoulder. "You said you wouldn't let anyone hurt me!" You stiffen at her words but she remains oblivious. "You let the mean needle man touch me."

You stroke her hair, smiling when a small purr escapes her throat.

"I'm sorry." It comes out as a whisper. "I'm sorry for letting the mean needle man touch you." She smiles devilishly at your apology.

"Does this mean I'll get an extra scoop of ice cream?" You gasp dramatically, flicking her forehead and eliciting a giggle from her.

"You're milking my apologies for a second scoop of frozen dairy?" You shake her head, swinging her body over your shoulder. "And to think I was actually being sincere." She screams when you slap her ass playfully before hauling her towards the car.

"Let me gooooo!" She whines and you shake you head.

"No can do ma'am. You shouldn't have tried to milk my sympathy for an extra scoop." You gently deposit her on the seat, strapping her in. She pouts, crossing her arms over her chest as you strap yourself in.

"I want my girlfriend. She's always so much nicer." You stifle a giggle as Nat peeks out from the driver's seat.

"Oh really? How so?" You challenge and Nat quickly whips out her phone, recording the moment.

"Yeah! She'd give me as many scoops of ice cream I want!" Nat snorts, catching Yelena's attention. Her eyes widen before she lifts her feet up, kicking the head of Natasha's seat with both her feet. "Stranger danger!"

Nat's head flings backward, smacking her head on the glass windshield. You gasp as Yelena claps her hands happily.

"I removed the stranger!" Yelena exclaims proudly but you pay no attention as you rush out of the car, racing towards Nat's limp body in the drivers seat.

"Oh my god, Nat are you okay?" She stares at you, wincing as she rubs the back of her head.

"Remind me to never talk to Yelena when she's on meds." You chuckle, moving to sit next to Yelena when she grabs your arm. "Hold on. You really want to sit next to her when she just kicked me thinking I was a stranger?" You pause.

"Good point." She smirks and you move to strap yourself in when a pair of arms grab you from behind, hauling you over the center console and into the back. "Augh-"

"There you are!" She nuzzles her face into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around you. "You can't run from me!" You shiver as she leans in, whispering in your ear, "You're stuck with me forever."

"I-I'll keep that in mind." You smile meekly at her before she rests her head on your shoulder happily.

"I want mint chocolate chip ice cream."

"Yup."

"Two scoops."

"You got it honey."

"And Mission Impossible marathon."

"You're the boss."

"You're so whipped." Nat smirks and you glare at her.

"If you even mention it, I'll let Yelena kick you again." You gesture to your happily oblivious girlfriend. Nat immediately raises her hands in surrender before returning her attention to the road.

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"Y/N?" You look up from your bowl of melting ice cream.

"Yes?" She rests her head on your shoulder.

"I wanna go to sleep." You smile, taking the bowl from her and placing it on the bedside table before readjusting the pillows and tucking her in.

"Alright, I'll go put the bowls in the sink." She pouts, making grabby hands at you.

"Noooooo stay with meeeeeeee." You shake your head amusedly before setting down the bowls and sliding under the covers.

"You want me to stay with you?" She nods. "Then you'll have to stay with me forever!" You reach out, tickling her aggressively. She screams, writhing around in the sheets till you finally stop.

"I love you so much." You smile, pressing a gentle kiss on her shoulder.

"I love you too."

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When Yelena wakes up, the meds have worn off. She groans, gently massaging her jaw. You let out a little whimper, pulling her attention back towards you. She admires you, your hair splayed out on the pillow, a small smile on your face.

So peaceful. So quiet.

"It's not nice to stare you know." She almost doesn't hear it, seeing as your face is buried in a pillow.

"I wasn't staring. I was admiring." You chuckle, slapping her with a pillow.

"Stalker."

"Ow!" You instantly jump up, inspecting her face.

"Lena, I'm so sorry! I forgot all about your jaw." You can see the tears forming in your eyes and you panic. "Jesus, I'll get you your meds." You move to grab her meds but are quickly pushed down.

She swings a leg over your hip, effectively trapping you. The tears are gone, replaced with a wicked smirk.

"Nowhere to go little one," she taunts you and you gasp.

"You tricked me!" She smiles.

"Of course. How else would I break the news to you?" You frown, arching your eyebrows.

"What news?"

"Your dentist appointment's next week."

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"Lena, c'mon, let's think about this!" You plead, watching in complete terror as the dentist procures a wicked looking instrument from his table.

"Sorry sweetie but this is necessary," she replies, mock sympathy dripping from her words. Closing the office door behind her which effectively mutes your screams, she plops down into a chair next to Tony.

"This is gonna be so fun!" Tony cackles wickedly as Yelena smirks.

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[yaneyanedaze]

Our Goddess In Love and War

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Yandere! Royal! Pillarmen x Reader

Summary: Reader-Darling is a girl that lives in a village close to the kingdom ruled by the three kings: Esidisi, Whamuu and Kars. She doesn’t see what everyone else sees in them, and keeps away, but one day, she’ll catch their eyes, and they won’t ever leave her.

Warnings: smut later on in this chapter, yandere behavior, obsession, possessiveness, death, mentions of torture, jealously, Kars puts his foot down with disrespectful maids, reader-chan tries to leave because of threats.

A/n: I apologize for how long this took, But i’m glad to be back writing my big series! I hope you guys enjoy this long awaited chapter update!

(Unrelated but i was listening to Montero by Lil Nas X while writing this, and It was giving me Mad Kars vibes lol but I’m gonna put my playlist for this story at the bottom)

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I sighed and plopped down onto my comfy bed and slipped out of the dress and heels, I didn’t care about my hair, I’d just get up and wash in the morning. I snuggled into my pillow, at first I didn’t want to do any of this, but now I can’t help but feel  some type of attraction to the male. I mean he’s going to officially be my husband in a few days, but I still couldn’t shake this feeling that something was wrong..

….And something bad was gonna happen….

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(First Pov)

I was nervous.

I was dressed in a wonderful purple dress, a slit along the side, matching golden heels on my feet. Several maids were running around my room, preparing everything for me. My hair was styled and had many pieces of golden jewelry dangling off my body, I smiled at myself in the mirror. 

“I can’t believe this is happening…” 

A few giggles were heard around me, one maid with blonde hair and baby blue eyes smiled at me. Her name is Liza, she was the maid in charge of making sure that I was perfect for events like this. She was the only other person in charge of my dress besides Stella. Liza speaks up as she places the finishing touches on me,

“Oh Believe it My Queen, We can tell how much his majesty loves you, so we are happy!” She says, giving me a twirl as the other maids clapped. I nod smiling along with the women before a rapid knock was heard at the door. All of us turned towards the door and let out a sigh as it was only Stella at the door. Stella gives a sheepish smile as she walks in.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, but his majesty is asking for his Queen.” She says. Liza and the other maids nod, picking up the end of my dress, I began walking out the door with the girls following close behind me.

As we walked down the hallways, they were decorated with (f/c) flowers, gold and various other precious metals aligned the hall we walked down. I could hear the hustle and bustle of the people outside, nervousness creeping right back up on me. I took a deep breath as two guards opened the door revealing me to the outside world. 

Many cheers were heard, so many people were screaming and yelling. I winced at the bright light, a deep chuckle came from behind me, arms wrapping around my waist. I tensed up a bit, only earning a laugh. “My love there is no need to be afraid, it is just me..” 

I sigh and relax a bit, Kars felt strangely warm and comfortable, i felt his hands move down to my hips as he moves us both forward.

We stood on top of the stairs, both of us waving to the crowd, I giggle at some of the kids that I met in the village yelling to me and holding up signs that said. ‘We are best friends with the Queen’. Kars stepped away from me slightly, and I let out a soft whine before I knew it, I blushed, quite embarrassed but Kars just chuckled again.

“Save your whines for tonight my love, Because I’ll have you saying and thinking nothing but my name.” He whispered in my ear before stepping away to get the crown.

My face went completely red as I tried to regain my composure, I walked down the stairs to greet some of the townspeople. Smiling as a group of kids handed me a pretty bouquet of flowers, “Why thank you all.”

 “Your welcome Miss (y/n)!”  “Will we be able to visit you in the castle?” “Is the king nice?” “Are you gonna have kids of your own?” I laughed at the many questions they asked before getting taken away and scolded lightly by their parents.

“(y/n)!!” “Oh my baby you look wonderful!”

I looked up and had a half smile, My mother and sister walked up to me, both of them with tears in their eyes. I rolled my eyes but took both of them into my arms, allowing some tears down my face. Though I still held some anger towards my mom for just giving me up, but I couldn’t help myself, I was glad to have her in my arms.

“My love, Please come up here, It is time.”

I stand up and turn to walk back up, seeing Kars with the same beautiful crown that I saw when I first arrives, the jewel dangling beautifully from it. A smile graced my lips as I stood right infront Kars, I felt a feeling of Joy in my body, the fear that I had when I first came was slowly going away. Kars returned the look as he turned to face the crowd.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, We are gathered here today to celebrate the arrival of my Beautiful, Wonderful and Lovely Queen.” Kars started, I nod along, watching his every movement, He was beautiful, an absolute masterpiece. I still wondered what he would want with a half baked potato like me. I was pulled out of my trance by a weight on my head, realizing he had placed the crown on top of my head. He looked down at me with a look that I’ve never seen before on him, Care, Love, like he genuinely loved me. He then turned back to the crowd pulling me close to him.

“I do hope that you all will continue to watch over us, and grow alongside us.” He spoke before placing a hand underneath my chin. He lifts it slightly before leaning down to capture my lips in a soft, loving kiss, I was shocked, but only for a bit. I soon wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. This must’ve surprised him because he pulled away slightly and whispered. “Oh you little minx~ Just wait until we get behind closed doors..” He placed another quick kiss on my lips before backing away and waving to the cheering crowd. He placed a hand on my lower back as I raised my hand to wave as well, seeing many of the crowd was moved to tears.

I guess seeing one of their own go from literally rags to riches is enough to get anyone crying.

Kars led me back inside, humming to himself softly, his hand firmly placed on my hip. “Kars..may I ask a question?” I ask, making the male let out a soft laugh. “My love, You just did.. But go ahead” He teased, making me puff out my cheeks in tiny annoyance. I sighed and went ahead with asking my question. “Um..Is it okay if my Mom and Sister come and live with us?”

Kars stopped walking, I thought it was because of what I said, but sighed with relief when he was just opening his room, well our room door. He ushered me inside and closed the door behind him. “Of course they can, My Darling…” He started, locking the door, pulling it to make sure it was secured. “But that’s not what I’m worried about right now.” He purrs, a sultry undertone in his voice. I could feel another blush coming on, I went to sit on the bed and just flopped on my back. I let out a groan of satisfaction as to how soft his bed was, making Kars let out a low growl, one that sent shivers down my spine.

“You do not know how hard it was for me to not take you where we stood.”

I let out a squeak as the male was now on top of me, I didn’t notice that he had moved from his place by the door. He placed his face in the crook of my neck as he kept me pinned down, strong hands holding mine against the bed. He let out another low growl as he continued. “It took everything in me to not take you in front of the crowd, Letting them all know that you belong to me now.” He finished, placing kisses on the side of my neck. I could only let out a sigh of content as his kisses moved lower. I watched as he hovered over my chest, which was still covered by the fabric of the dress. He sat up and smirked, I looked at him confused before in one movement he ripped the dress. Going up from the slit until it reached my chest, he then removed the torn fabric from my body, chuckling at my reaction to the coldness of the room.

“I’ll buy you another one, my love, but right now, I need you more than ever.” He said, he then lifted my legs up onto his shoulder, earning another noise of shock from me. He let out another groan of annoyance before ripping my panties from my body. I shuddered at the new cold, but before I could comment, I let out a loud moan. Kars smirked before giving another long teasing lick “Don’t worry about me tonight. It’s all about you Darling, but after tonight, I will not hold back.” He says before he started to tongue fuck me. A completely new feeling that already having me seeing stars and it did not help that Kars was unrelenting either.

He pulled back a bit licking the slick that was left on his lips off before rubbing two fingers against my folds. He looked at me as if asking for permission, and when I gave him a soft nod he smirked once more, slowly pushing two of his fingers into me. He groaned at the sounds that I was making, he picked up the pace quickly, barely giving me anytime to adjust.

“K-kars..” I moaned out, my hands gripping the smooth silk sheets below me. He hummed in response, glancing back over to me. “Hmm? What is it, my love?” He asked teasingly as he increased the speed of his digits, I squirmed underneath him as I struggled to find the words to say. “D-don’t..” I managed to moan, feeling a knot building up, I was close and he seemed to know it. “Say it my love, I know you are enjoying this so much, the way you are clenching around just my fingers. It makes me wonder how you’ll take my cock~” My body automatically reacted to his teasing words, my hips bucking against his fingers, his pace brutal now. “D-don’t hold back..” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying just now. I’ve only had sex once before and it was clumsly to say the least, so for me to practically beg the King not to hold back was surprising.

He must’ve been surprised too because began chuckling before full on laughing, he removed his fingers causing me to let out a whine. 

“My Darling woman, are you sure?” He asked as he stood up off of the bed. I nodded, my head cloudy, still whining from feeling empty. Kars quietly removed his bottoms, kicking them somewhere off to the side of the room, he pull me by my legs to the end of the bed.

I looked at his face, and a different expression was there. Lust. Eyes clouded over as he looked over my body. He teasingly pressed himself up against my folds and I gasped. Looking down this man was probably 9.5 inches with about a 1.5 girth, ‘How in the hell is that supposed to fit in me?!’ I thought.

Kars chuckled at the expression on my face. “I know, i know my love, I’m going to take my time so you can get adjusted.” He says, slowly guiding himself inside me. Just from his head, I already felt like he wouldn’t fit, but as he slowly inched more and more inside, he stretched me out wonderfully. Once he was fully inside of me, he gave a slow experimental thrust, pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips back. I cried out in pain and pleasure, he set a slow pace, everytime, he snapped his hips in just the right way to hit that spot. The pain was fading fast, and I wanted more than this slow pace he had.

“Kars..Please just fuck me…”

My words must’ve made him snap, soon after those words left my lips he began thrusting at a more violent and fast pace, making me cry out in pleasure. His name was falling off my lips like a mantra, He was hitting just the right spot everytime. I managed to look up at him, his eyes were half open, jaw locked as he let some groans and grunts. One thrust had me seeing stars, I did not care how loud i was being at this point and I’m pretty sure any servant that walked by could hear.

One of Kars hands slowly snaked its was up to my neck and gave it a slight squeeze. “Tell me who’s fucking you this good, Tell me darling.” He growled out. I moaned out his name loud, practically screaming it at this point. He smirked “Louder. I want them to know who you belong to (y/n)”

“You Kars!”

 “Louder!”

 “KARS!” 

I cried out feeling that familiar knot unraveling, I could feel myself clenching around his cock, making him curse and growl.

 “That’s it..That’s it..You’re mine, No one else's..”

 He moans out, feeling his thrust start to get sloppy until that came to a complete halt and he was spilling his seed into me. He stayed in place until he finished before slowly pulling out. He moved to lay beside me and pull me into his chest. I turned to give him a kiss but he just held me in place. “Shh..My Love, You’re tired..Let's just rest, Tomorrow you can relax all day and I’ll have someone come check in on you.” He mumbled, running his hand through my hair, I hummed in response, feeling sleep starting to creep up on me.

“I love you Kars..” I mutter, feeling my eyes getting heavy, I hear him chuckle and place a kiss on my forehead. 

“I love you too My Darling~...”

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When I awoke,it was still dark outside.

I was dressed in a nightgown and Kars was gone, I yawned softly and got up out of bed. I nearly fell because the feeling in my legs was barely there, I blushed remembering the activities. I slowly made my way to the door only to have someone else open the door. 

“Ah Good Hello Stell-”

“Don’t you Hello me you whore.”

I was taken back by her words and angry expression. “Excuse me?” I was confused. She let out a yell of frustration. “It’s your fault! You are the reason I am not Queen! A common bitch like you!” She barked. I was hurt, I thought of Stella as a nice woman, but now she’s showing a totally different side of herself. I moved to push past her and head out the door but her words made me stop.

“Hell You’re just gonna be like the other girl before you!”

I stopped and turned to face her. “Say what?” She laughed at me before crossing her arms. “You thought you were picked out because they thought you were interesting? No, It’s because you look like Kar’s previous wife. He killed her. He only wants someone who is powerful enough to use the stone thats on the crown.” She saunters her way over to my crown and holds it in her hands. “You’re just going to be another dead body.”

I stood horrified, Mom told me that the previous Queen had died of illness, not that she was killed by Kars. “No..No He wouldn’t do that to me. He loves me.” Stella lets out another loud laugh before looking at me with a deadpan look. “He told me that too. He told me he loves me and that I’m special. I was going to be queen if it wasn’t for you.” She growled, marching forward, “So why don’t you do me a favor and run away. Run far from here..So that My King, no my Husband would have to dirty his hand with more blood�� She said.

 I could feel tears welling up in my eyes and I ran out of the room, hearing her evil cackles from the room.

I went up to several maids and butlers to ask where Kars and the other kings were, but even they would not talk to me. I could feel even more tears run down my face as I ran through the halls, I burst open a door feeling the coldness of the outside and run down the stairs.

 At the bottom of the stairs stood Kars himself talking to a guard. I turned to take another way around the castle, an exit that I saw earlier when I first arrived. It was cold,I was freezing, but I couldn’t not bring myself to look Kars in the face anymore. What if I was just another body? What if he’ll ditch me and get another woman? Hell, if Stella said was true, was he just using me?

So many thoughts were running through my head, I didn’t even notice that I had bumped into someone. “I’m s-sorry..”

“My Queen, what are you doing out?” It was Esidisi, I gasped and began crying even more as I dropped to my knees. “He doesn’t love me Esi! He..He is..Just using me..” I cried out, my cries loud and echoing off the outside walls. Multiple footsteps could be heard running up to us.”My Darling?” I hear Kars call out, I continue to cry, I should have known that royalty like him wouldn’t love a commoner like me. I might as well give up the crown and just go home.

I could feel someone pick me up and hold me bridal style in their arms. “Esidisi. What is she doing out here?” “I don’t know, She ran into me crying about how you do not truly love her and you are using her.” I heard Kars suck in breath and hold me even tighter. “Who said this to you?” He asked me. I shook my head and kept crying, he shushed me and carried me back inside.

He holds me in his arms continuously telling me how much he loved me and to not listen to those rumors. When he entered the main ballroom where most maids were cleaning. “Excuse me. Who in the world told my Queen that I don’t love her?” he barked. I wiped my eyes, watching as each and everyone of the servants who gave me the cold shoulder. Kars sucked his teeth before moving to carry me like i was a child so he could have a free hand. He gripped one maid by her hair, making her let out an ear piercing scream. “I said tell me.”

“AH One of the Head maids your majesty!! She started spreading rumors, but Stella tried to stop her but she kept going.” I rolled my eyes knowing this fully to be a lie. Kars threw her across the room with his brute strength. “Oh you’ll receive a proper punishment soon. But now I have to deal with my Queen.” He said coldly, moving back to holding me with two arms. I lay my head comfortable on Kars shoulder, my cheeks stained with tears as I ended up falling back asleep in his arms.

“My Queen, don’t you worry..I will find out who did this to you..who lied on my name and made you feel unworthy of my love.”

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To say he was pissed was an understatement. Kars had laid (y/n) back in their shared bed, he then charged in the servant quarters scaring all of them.

Those servants wished that they would have spoken up, or comforted the queen in that moment, they suffered severe beatings, threats and some of them were even sent to the dungeon. 

All while Stella Listened and laughed.

“One step closer...Just one step closer.”

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter! 

My playlist for this entire story is 

Montero By Lil Nas X

Alejandro and Bad Romance by Lady Gaga

Streets By Doja Cat

Paparazzi: Kim Dracula

What songs does this story make you think of?

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phases | need some air

“Just put the bags on the kitchen counter, lovey,” Mama Na instructs, carrying in the other half of the groceries, “Where’s Jaemin?”

“He said he was going outside to set up the grill,” Nami answers, dusting her hands off after placing all the bags on the counter, “I’ll go out there and help him.”

Mama Na shoots her a small smile before shooing her away. Nami grabs some snacks and drinks from the grocery bags before making her way out to the backyard where Jaemin was setting everything up for the barbecue. Since this was the last day of their visit, Mama Na begged her son to cook for her and Nami once before they went back home.

“I brought snacks!” Nami cheers as she makes her way towards Jaemin. She puts the snacks down onto the table near the grill before walking over to wrap Jaemin in a backhug.

“Hi, cutie,” Jaemin smiles, turning around to properly hug the shorter girl, “Are those for me?”

“For both of us!”

“But mostly for me right?”

Nami playfully scowls, trying to fight her way out of his grip.

“No stay!” Jaemin whines, tightening his grip around her torso, “I’ll share! Now sit down. I wanna talk to you about something.”

Nami lets go as Jaemin moves to finish setting up the grill for dinner. She plops down onto a lawn chair near Jaemin, grabbing a bag of chips and settling into her seat, “What’s up?”

“Do you remember Miya?” Jaemin starts, chewing on his bottom lip out of nervousness.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Nami answers slowly, her heartbeat slowly picking up, “What about her?”

Jaemin pauses for a while, trying to figure out the best way to break the news to his girlfriend.

“What is it, Jaem?”

“Before we left to come here,” Jaemin nervously starts, avoiding Nami’s questioning gaze, “I went to see her.”

“Oh?” Nami manages to let out a small reaction, “Why?”

“She said she wanted to explain everything to me.”

“What is there to explain though?” Nami interjects, looking straight at Jaemin.

“I don’t know, Nam,”

“So then why did you go?” Nami scoffs, “I thought after what she did to you it wasn’t worth speaking with her again?”

“I just wanted to hear her out, Nam,” Jaemin finally meets Nami’s blank gaze, “Does that upset you?”

Nami stays silent, a million thoughts running through her head, “I don’t know.”

“Nam,” Jaemin moves closer to her, causing Nami to scoot further back into her seat.

Jaemin immediately stops, his eyes softening as he watches the girl cower away from him, “Nam, let me explain.”

“What was there to explain?”

“It was all a plan to try and get me back,” Jaemin starts but immediately stops as Nami lets out a whimper, “No, bun, listen please.”

“Did she try anything on you?”

“Nami.”

“Did she?” Nami repeats, making Jaemin puff out a big breath.

He simply nods, “A few times.”

Nami nods, her gaze cast downwards, “I need a minute.”

“Nami,” Jaemin starts is stopped by Nami holding her hand up.

“I just need some air, Jaemin,” Nami quickly explains, standing up from her chair and speed walking into the house, leaving Jaemin standing alone.

“you may not be mine, but i’ll always be yours”

After a semester overseas, Zhong Nami has returned to Seoul where her twin brother, his best friends, and a certain bright-eyed boy, stay. Never one to stay in a city for too long, Nami’s world is turned upside down when she meets Na Jaemin. With a love for running away, will Jaemin convince Nami to stay, or drive her to flee?

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