#no but seriously that song secretely reveals so much

[jacarandaaaas]

from doing my mirabel analysis I’ve come to the conclusion “the family madrigal” song does an incredible job at setting up the world as well as mirabels character and deserves more credit

[goldenroutledge]

one in a million

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: fluff. lando’s comfort show is revealed to the world and you only love him more for it.

warning(s): swearing, hannah montana (? lol), max f makes an appearance

a/n: i saw the interview of lando saying to oscar “you’ve never seen hannah montana?” and took that personally. hope you like it <3

lando norris masterlist

“Tell us your comfort show, Lando! What are you binge watching these days?” Max exclaims through the mic, voicing a comment from a fan in the livestream chat.

“Yeah and who has time for that?” Lando retorts, ever sarcastic in his banter with his best friend.

Max chuckles. “Man’s won two races and wants you to believe he’s working around the clock.”

“They keep us very busy, you know! In the simulator, doing media…”

“Mhm. He’s just deflecting from answering, guys. Because if he reveals the true answer Y/n’s probably gonna leave him.”

“Keep her out of this alright? I’m not deflecting from anything.”

“Sure you’re not.” Max muses. It’s apparent that Lando’s secret, a potentially embarrassing one at that, is on the tip of his tongue. He can only assume that the reactions in the chat would be good, but the way he’s toying with Lando right now is great. One of his favorite pastimes by far. “Don’t worry guys, you’re not missing much. His comfort show is not even that good anyway.”

“Stop spreading lies on stream, mate. We’re losing all credibility.”

“Did we ever have any?”

A moment of silence falls over the stream, before both men fall into a fit of suppressed laughter almost in unison, obviously failing at keeping their composure when the jokes are low-hanging fruit.

“But seriously, Max has no idea what he’s talking about. I’m not telling you guys the name of the show, all you need to know is that it has plot, humor, character development… and it’s not even a cartoon!”

“Yet you’re a little too old to be watching it, don’t you think?”

“You’re not being a very true friend, Max. Who said I’m too old to watch it?”

“Not a true friend? Is that what we’re doing?” Max catches on almost immediately to Lando’s quoting of certain song titles in his sentences, giving small hints to the viewers without completely giving it away. “I know you don’t mean that so I’ll forgive you. After all, nobody's perfect.”

“I hope you’re including yourself in that, mate.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m just like you.” Max sings his last three words, imitating the original songstress as best as he could.

“There we go, that’s more like it.” Lando smiles, amused with himself and with the way the chat is speculating who they’re referring to.

“I’m not changing my mind, it’s time for you to move on from that show. Just kiss it goodbye, Lando.”

“Are you the superfan here or am I? Because you’re quoting an awful lot of songs there.”

Max sighs, clearly taking more humor in this than he probably should. But would it be a Max Fewtrell x Lando Norris stream without a good inside joke? “Life’s what you make it, man.”

“It is what you make it. Some may say truer words have never been spoken.” Lando responds thoughtfully, clearly pondering his words. Or he’s at least pretending to.

“The fact that you get your life lessons from that show is concerning. Has anyone guessed it yet?” Max questions, carefully scanning the chat to see if there’s any mention of a certain blonde pop star.

“Well I don’t need them to guess it! If it’s my comfort show then how comforting would it be for everyone to know it?”

“They already know, mate! We’re not exactly subtle!”

“Fine, then we’ll say it on three. Ready?” Lando suggests, before counting down in unison with Max. “1…2…3…Go-fuck-yourself.”

“Hannah Montana!” Max shouts quickly, leaving an eerie silence over the stream as he bursts into laughter once again, nothing short of hysterical. “It’s Hannah Montana!”

Lando blushes slightly, his stoic expression slowly breaking before he begins laughing himself. If anyone watching didn’t know any better, they’d think he’s crying by the way he cups his face in his hands. It only provokes Max’s reaction further. Out of all of their stream moments, it goes without saying that they know there’s no way this isn’t getting clipped.

–

You’re lounging in bed when Lando returns to you from the ensuite bathroom, fresh out of the shower and ready to cuddle up to you after a long day. His heartbeat usually quickens at the sight of you anyway, but especially now as he sees you there in your shared bed. Visibly calm, cozy in one of his t-shirts, and ready to forget about the outside world with him for the night.

You can hardly peel your eyes away from the video playing on your phone, but it’s not hard once his eyes meet yours. You smile at him which is never out of the ordinary, only this time you know something he doesn’t. There’s mischief in your smirk and he immediately catches onto it.

“Congrats babe, you’re viral.” You face your phone towards him so he can see the video of himself from just hours earlier.

He throws his head back in exasperation and sighs dramatically, knowing that his suspicions have been proved correct. The little Hannah Montana moment between him & Max today was definitely clipped and had made its way into your algorithm. Lando throws the covers back and crawls in bed next to you, feeling at least a little bit soothed at the warmth of your body heat compared to the chill down his spine. He watches the video from over your shoulder, fitting in comfortably right beside you.

“I can’t believe he really went there!” You exclaim, with no urge to scroll past the video and see something else. You’d hate to make Lando feel bad, but it does get a little funnier every time.

“I can.” Lando states matter-of-factly. “He’s been holding it over my head ever since my sister let it slip that we watched it all the time growing up.” You giggle, which prompts Lando to defend himself further. “But it’s a good show! If I put on a wig and took on a new persona, my DJ career would’ve taken off by now. She’s a genius if you think about it. I mean I can’t be the only one who understands, right?”

“You’re not.” You murmur comfortingly, chastely kissing his jaw. “That show is a classic. Don’t let Max bully you into not liking it anymore. I love that you can appreciate good television when you see it, even if it’s Hannah Montana.”

“So you’re not leaving me?” Lando echoes Max’s words from earlier and beams with joy, putting an end to the pout he was putting on for dramatic effect.

“And let him win? Never.” You tease. “And you know why else I’m not?”

He breaks your gaze momentarily, feeling like his heart will turn to mush after you say what’s on your mind. If he’s honest with himself, it always does. “Why else are you not, Y/n?”

“Because you, Lando Norris, are one in a million. Hannah’s words.”

He sighs and smiles wide before giving you a proper kiss. It’s full of gratitude that you always play along, that you always flatter him until he’s blushing but most of all, for just being you. For never being embarrassed by him or hesitating to love him back the way he loves you, cheesy song lyrics be damned.

“Should we watch an episode?”

Lando rests his chin in the nape of your neck and caresses you gently. Moments like these are what makes the distance so agonizing, because you crave nothing more than to be with each other like this again. It’s what brings you back home to each other always, no matter what the coordinates say.

“Sure, baby.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder, trusting your judgment as you scroll through the episodes. Maybe you hadn’t seen them as often as Lando had, but they were fond childhood memories you held also. “Just not the Blue Jeans one!”

You give him a puzzled look, silently asking him to refresh your memory and explain himself.

“You know, Blue Jeans. Her horse? He gets bitten by a snake and almost dies. It’s too sad, we can’t watch that one unless I’m prepared for it, which I am not.”

“But he was okay in the end right?”

“Yeah, but he didn’t deserve what happened to him!” Lando emphasizes and you can hear the stress in his voice as he recalls the memory. “I didn’t think he was gonna recover, it’s a miracle that he did.”

You hum in agreement, amused by his passion. “Don’t worry my love, there are plenty of other episodes to choose from. I know that one is sensitive for you.”

“Promise you won’t make fun of me for it?” Lando teases, lightening the mood from his depressing story about an injured horse on TV.

You pause for a few moments, pretending to weigh your options. “Build me a closet like Hannah’s and you have a deal.” Lando smirks, picturing the image instantly. It was nothing short of a fashion lover’s dream, with shoes along the walls from top to bottom and clothes displayed in a colorful carousel.

He places a kiss on your temple, and then several behind your ears and down your neck to your shoulder, drawing your attention away from the television screen and back to him. He doesn’t really have to pause and think about it. Maybe he’s not always poetic with his words, but he knows in his heart that no gesture is too grand for you. “Consider it done.”

a/n 💌: reblogs, comments & feedback is greatly appreciated! thanks for reading <3

[katethetank]

Ok I’ve never written anything before, and I’m obsessed with Steddie content. So without further adieu, here’s a modern day Steddie story where Eddie comes to terms with the hard truth that his husband’s snuggles might be more popular than his world famous band. This kind of got away from me and ended up way longer than I thought it would. Oops.

Content warnings: idk, TikTok I guess?! It’s fluffy and sweet, illusions to smut at the end

Eddie Munson was a notoriously private person. Corroded Coffin was the biggest metal/alt band in the world, and despite the fame, he managed to keep his personal life just that - personal.

There of course had been rumors over the last few years of who he was married to. Among the chunky metal rings that always adorned his fingers, fans couldn’t help but notice the simple silver band on his left ring finger. Paparazzi would occasionally catch him out in public with various women, leading his fans to speculate wildly who his mystery wife was.

But as soon as the rumors got started, they were quickly shut down. He was photographed once stumbling out of a club in New York with SNL star Robin Buckley on his arm. Social media went absolutely rabid and Robin made sure to clear things up the following Saturday on Weekend Update, announcing that she was in fact, a raging lesbian.

Not too long after that, Eddie was photographed clinking wine glasses with accomplished journalist Nancy Wheeler at a romantic rooftop restaurant in LA. When rumors started swirling around them of a secret affair, Nancy’s husband (and Rolling Stone photographer) Jonathan Byers put a stop to it by posting a picture of all three of them on his socials explaining that they were long time friends and out celebrating Nancy’s nomination for a Pulitzer.

Again the rumor mill started churning when Eddie was spotted giving a piggyback ride to pro skateboarder Max Mayfield after one of her competitions. Accusations of him “robbing the cradle” had her immediately posting a video on TikTok telling everyone off, fake gagging, and saying that Eddie was like her big brother. She then pulled Eddie into the frame asking, “Would you losers seriously believe I’d be into this ugly mug?” before promptly shoving his face away. Eddie was only a little offended.

Max’s video kind of blew up though, with everyone demanding more of Eddie’s presence on the app. Reluctantly he started his own account, his first video of him backstage at his sold out Madison Square Garden show, simply flashing the devil horns, sticking out his tongue, and greeting, “Hey assholes!”

It effectively broke the internet.

He was verified within a matter of hours, and had millions of followers within the first day.

Now all he had to do was figure out what the hell he was going to post. He didn’t want to share too much of his private life, but scrolling through the comments, he could see how much his fans truly loved seeing just that brief candid moment from him. So he started sharing bits and pieces behind the scenes at his shows, shots of the guys hanging out on the tour bus, and one lazy morning, a glimpse of his sleep-rumpled self in bed and his birds nest of bed head.

The comments on that last one exploded.

Everyone wanted to know who he was sharing that bed with, asking for a peek at his wife, if she was also famous. Who was he married to for god’s sake?!

He refused to take the bait.

One afternoon he set up his living room for a TikTok live, planning on just strumming his guitar, answering questions about the new album that was coming out, maybe taking some requests for songs to play. While he was glancing at the comments and plucking away at his acoustic, he didn’t hear the front door open, or the footsteps coming towards the room. He startled when he heard, “Babe, I’m home! I got you some more Honeycombs!”

Eddie froze. And the comments went absolutely fucking wild.

“Wait, was that a dude?!”

“Did some guy just call him babe???”

“SPOUSE REVEAL?!?!”

“OMG IS HE GAY???? I LOVE THIS FOR US!!”

“Oh I am so invested in this! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈”

“Honeycombs?! Really?!”

Eddie scrambled to set his guitar down, quickly thanked everyone for tuning in, and cut off the live stream.

Steve stepped into the room with a questioning look on his face. “Babe?… what’s wrong?”

Eddie glanced at him sheepishly mumbling, “We may have just spilled the beans on a live stream.”

“You were doing a live stream? What happened? And wait, what beans?”

Sighing heavily and running a hand through his hair, Eddie stood up and walked over to Steve, wrapping his arms around his waist. “I was doing a TikTok live, playing some songs and talking about the new record. I didn’t hear you come in, and when you shouted that you were home, it was apparently loud enough for everyone to hear. So I shut it down fast before the comments got even more out of control. I didn’t know what to say!”

Steve leaned in and gave Eddie a peck on the nose, hugged him tight, and asked, “Well… how bad were the comments? Do you think people are gonna freak out?”

“Freak out? In a good way, maybe. They all seemed pretty surprised to hear a guy’s voice and were asking for a spouse reveal.”

Steve furrowed his brows and thought about it for a few moments. “What if we did?”

“Did what?”

“A spouse reveal. I gotta admit, it’s been pretty annoying having everyone assume you’re sleeping with our friends! I don’t really like the idea of being in the public eye, but what if we just did a quick video or something to put the rumors to bed for good?”

Admittedly it was a pretty good idea. Eddie liked being able to share parts of his life with his fans, and Steve was the biggest part of his life. It would be nice to show him off for a moment and finally tell the world who put that ring on his finger.

“Yeah. Yeah, ok! Let’s do it!”

Eddie grabbed his phone, opened TikTok, and got comfy on the couch. Steve sat down next to him, cuddled into his side. He started the video with the camera just on himself, took a deep breath, and hit record.

“Hey guys! Sorry to dip out of my live stream so suddenly. I was a little thrown off with that interruption, but thought it would be best to come on here and clear the air. Yes, I’m married. Yes, my spouse is a man. Yes, my favorite cereal is Honeycombs, don’t come at me for that! And this is Steve.”

He tilted his phone so both his and Steve’s faces were in the frame. Steve smiled brightly and did a little finger wave. “Hey everybody!”

Eddie giggled and turned to kiss Steve on the cheek. Even after years of being together, Eddie’s affections still made him blush. Steve turned at looked at Eddie with stars in his eyes and whispered, “I love you babe.”

“I love you too sweetheart.”

They shared a brief kiss before Eddie ended the video and immediately posted it.

He effectively broke the internet again.

Millions of likes and comments flooded in, a huge wave of love and support from his fans. And of course, more questions.

“Shut up, they are so fucking cute I’m gonna puke”

“I’m so sad that the married rumors are true, but omg his husband is crazy hot! Good for him!”

“His name is Steve?! Why is that so adorable?!”

“Find yourself a man who looks at you like Steve looks at Eddie!”

“Who is this Steve?! TELL! ME! EVERYTHING!”

“We demand more Steve!”

“Ok I need more details immediately”

The demand for more Steve content did not stop. Eddie still wanted to keep his private life as private as possible, but Steve had no problem with popping up in a few videos here and there. Rolling his eyes in the background at Eddie’s antics, hands on his hips while scolding the band for being late to an interview, painting Eddie’s nails backstage before a show. Just little glimpses of Steve being Steve. His fans ate that shit up.

One night Eddie was left to his own devices while Steve was out having a “girls night” with Robin, Nancy, Max, and El. Why he wasn’t invited too he will never know. Not that he was jealous or anything. Totally not jealous. He decided to set up another TikTok live while he screwed around on his guitar. About an hour in, the front door flew open and in stumbled a very flushed, very giggly, very drunk Steve.

“BABE! I SAW ARIANA GRANDE TONIGHT!”

Eddie started laughing as Steve made his way into the living room, glancing at how the comments went absolutely apeshit again.

“Stevie, sweetheart, sit down before you hurt yourself.”

Steve took the guitar out of Eddie’s hands and plopped down in his lap. “Babe, seriously! I saw Ariana Grande! Me and the girls went to some club and Nancy got us into the VIP section, and there she was! Just! Sitting there looking all cool and famous! Babe, it was awesome!”

Chuckling, Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve, kissed him on his temple, and pointed at his phone set up on a tripod. “Stevie, you interrupted my live stream again. Say hi to everyone!”

Steve turned his head towards the phone, eyebrows raising up, and smiled dopily. “Oh! Hi guys! Did you hear?? I saw Ariana Grande!” He then quickly snapped his drunken gaze back towards Eddie. “OH MY GOD! Babe! Do you think she’s on here?! Can you message her?!” He turned back to the phone shouting, “Ariana! I’m Steve! We should hang out! Eddie, tell her we should hang out!”

Eddie started cackling and patted Steve’s head like a puppy. “Ok big boy, you’ve clearly had enough. Sorry guys, I’m gonna have to cut the stream short and put this one to bed. And uh, yeah. Ariana Grande, if you’re into hanging out with preppy former jocks who like to snuggle while they’re wasted, let me know I guess. Goodnight!”

Eddie looked down at Steve, who had tucked himself into Eddie’s chest while he was talking, and gave a little kiss on his head before ending the live stream.

“Hmmm… sleepy.”

“I know you’re sleepy sweetheart, let’s get you into jammies and tuck you in.”

The next morning Eddie awoke to a hungover Steve groaning into his neck, and a message on TikTok from none other than Ariana Grande.

“What the fuck?!”

“Hng… too loud.”

“Sweetheart. Stevie. Wake up!”

“No.” Steve pulled the covers over his face.

“Honey, seriously, you need to wake up. You’ve gotta see this.”

“Eds, I don’t wanna see shit, I wanna sleep.”

“Stevie, do you remember coming home last night and telling everyone on TikTok that you want to hang out with Ariana Grande?”

Steve flipped the covers back off and gave him an incredulous look. “I did not.”

“Yeah princess, you did. You stumbled in talking about how you saw her at a club and wanted to hang out with her. And guess the fuck what.”

“…….what?”

Eddie turned his phone for Steve to see the message.

“What the?… ‘Hey Eddie! I caught your livestream last night and my answer is yes! Steve seems like an absolute doll, I’d love to hang out with him’”

Steve looked at him with wide eyes and just stared for few beats.

“SHE WANTS TO HANG OUT WITH ME?!”

His volume made both men wince, Steve immediately grabbing his throbbing head and groaning.

“Yes, sweetheart, apparently babbling drunk gay men are her thing. So, when should I tell her you’re free?”

The following Wednesday, Steve was a nervous wreck. He had cleaned the house from top to bottom, prepped a gorgeous charcuterie board, had wine chilling in the fridge, and checked his hair about 30 times.

“Stevie, darling, sweetheart. You’ve got to calm down.”

“Calm down? CALM DOWN?! Eddie, Ariana fucking Grande is coming to our house! How is this even happening? What if we don’t have anything in common? What if she thinks I’m an awkward idiot? I don’t wanna screw this up!”

Eddie wrapped Steve up in his arms and gave him a tight squeeze. “You won’t screw anything up. Everyone loves you Stevie. Just be you, and she’ll love you too. And if you’re freaking out, I’m a phone call away, alright? I should only be at the studio for a few hours and then I’ll be home before you know it. You two will have a great time! Ok?!”

Steve let out a long suffering sigh. “Ok.”

The doorbell rang and Eddie took his hand, walking with Steve to go greet their guest of honor. As soon as the door opened, Ariana Grande herself was standing there with a huge smile on her face. “Steve! Oh my god, it’s so nice to meet you!” She immediately gave Steve a hug and barley even acknowledged Eddie standing there.

“Ok. Well. I guess I’m not needed here. Have fun you two! Don’t do anything I would do!” Steve laughed and gave him a quick peck before leading his guest into the house.

After a few hours of polishing some tracks on the new album, Eddie headed back home. He hadn’t heard from Steve the whole time he was out, and hoped that everything went smoothly with his new friend. Or whatever the hell this was.

Opening his front door, he was greeted with the sounds of giggles, clinking glass, and… are they watching Twilight?!

He pulled out his phone and started recording as he walked into the living room. “Here I am, coming home after hours of slaving away on our new album to find THIS.” He flipped the camera around to a view of Steve and apparently his new best friend, snuggled under a blanket, wine glasses in hand, a few empty bottles on the table, surrounded by a mess of crumbs, giggling at blue-tinted vampires playing baseball.

He flipped the camera back to himself, sulking “I think I’ve been replaced.”

Internet: broken.

“Did they just become best friends?!”

“Awwwww I want Steve Snuggles!”

“Living for this!!!!”

“#stevesnuggles”

“Wait, did he make her a charcuterie board??”

In the weeks that followed, #stevesnuggles took over social media. Everyone and their mother was gushing about Eddie’s adorable husband, wanting to see more of him, and his snuggles. Eddie couldn’t blame them, really. The man is adorable. But he still wanted to keep sort of a lid on their private life, so he limited most of his posts to just Corroded Coffin content. Anticipation for the new album was amping up, a tour was being planned, and the buzz was buzzing.

Unfortunately with all of the work leading up to the release, Eddie wasn’t getting enough of his daily allotment of Steve Time. He was looking forward to the weekend when his schedule was clear so he could finally have some quality time with his husband and soak up all of those famous snuggles.

Life had other plans, though. Friday afternoon he got a text from Steve saying that it was his turn to host girls night. Again, why was Eddie not invited to these things?? Not that he was jealous. Of course not. That would be crazy. He resigned himself to the fact that tonight, he’d have to share his husband.

When he stepped into their home, he immediately recognized the honking laughter of a tipsy Robin, Nancy’s adorable giggle, but there were several other voices he couldn’t decipher. Thinking ahead, he once again pulled out his phone and started recording.

“HONEY, I’M HO- the fuck?!”

It took him a moment to register what he was seeing. He flipped the camera around to focus on the absurd cuddle puddle on the floor. In a pile of what must have been every blanket and pillow in the house, was the obvious collection of Steve, Nancy, Robin, and apparently now Ariana. But then…

“Sweetheart, why are Rhianna and Taylor Swift on our living room floor?”

Steve just looked up at him pie-eyed and sweetly stated, “Girls night!” to which the bizzare collection of women shouted, “Hi Eddie!”

How many times can you break the internet before it stays broken?

“WHAT. THE FUCK.”

“Ummmmm best girls night ever?”

“How do I get an invite??”

“So Steve is just a magnet for powerful women then. Got it.”

“#STEVESNUGGLES OMG!!!”

Steve snuggles indeed. Eddie was so used to being in the limelight, it was a strange adjustment to have his once under the radar husband be in such high demand. Every time he posted a TikTok of the band, the comments were flooded with requests for more Steve. He did sometimes cave and give the people what they wanted. Quick videos of Steve cooking them dinner while dancing to his god forsaken pop music, sneak peeks of some of their new songs with Steve singing along, and ok, one thirst trap of him working out in their home gym. Eddie was a just a man after all, and his husband was hot.

The album was finally released and sales were through the roof. Corroded Coffin had never sold so many copies before and someone from the label insisted that their TikTok presence had everything to do with it. Was it actually them, or the love for Steve? Who’s to say. Either way, their concerts across the country were sold out in a matter of minutes and the band couldn’t wait to kick off their next tour.

The first show was in LA and Eddie had planned to do a quick TikTok before they took the stage. He started in the hallway backstage, welcoming everyone to the start of the tour, and made his way into the green room. “Alright everyone, let’s check in quick with the band and make sure these dickheads are ready to go! BOYS! ARE WE - Steve?! What the hell?”

He flipped the camera around to the view of Steve happily scrolling on his phone on one of the couches. With Dua Lipa cuddled up on one side of him and Lady goddamn Gaga on the other. What the fuck is his life?

“Babe! Hi! The girls were in town and came by to check out the show!”

“I’m sorry… THE GIRLS?! How do you even know them?!”

Steve raised an eyebrow at him like he was an idiot and said, “Lipa was on SNL and she had Robin get us connected. And Jon did a photo shoot with Stef and…basically the same thing.”

Stef?! Who the fuck is Stef? Wait right… Lada Gaga is a stage name.

Eddie flipped the camera back on himself and just. Stared. “I…I don’t know what the fuck is happening.”

Queue the comments.

“Ok is he like best friends with EVERY icon?!”

“Steve IS the icon! 💅”

“What’s a girl gotta do to get some #stevesnuggles in here?!”

“Omfg Eddie’s never gonna get his own #stevesnuggles now is he?”

“SHARE THE WEALTH”

“I can’t believe this app is free”

From there on the tour went off without a hitch and fans in every city were rabid for the new album. And of course Steve. Goddamnit. He’d occasionally see people in the crowd with “#stevesnuggles” t-shirts, or hear chants of “We want Steve!” Yeah, Eddie gets it. He wants Steve too. For himself.

Eddie took to posting a lot of videos from backstage with the band, sound checks, screwing around with the crew. And of course to appease the masses, some of Steve in his element. Putting on Gareth’s eyeliner, helping Jeff pick out his stage clothes, and rubbing Eddie’s shoulders after a grueling show. Just Steve mother henning everyone.

When they made it to New York, they had an appearance on SNL a few days before their concert. They got to catch up with Robin, meet the cast, and get a feel for what went into producing the show. Eddie hadn’t heard who the host was, not that it probably mattered much since they’d only see them at the end-of-show sign off.

He was in the middle of doing a livestream behind the scenes, walking the legendary halls of Studio 8H when he popped into his dressing room to show off the digs. “And here we have my office for the night…. Uh. Stevie? What? The fuck?” He turned the camera around to see Steve snuggled up with… goddamn Beyoncé.

“Hey babe! Did you meet Bee yet? She’s hosting tonight!”

No the fuck he didn’t meet “Bee!” And sorry, his husband is already on a nickname basis with this Queen?! Who the hell did he marry??

Goodbye internet.

“HOLY. SHIT.”

“Seriously, gay men have all the luck.”

“Two absolute queens, omg”

“BEYONCÉ GETS #STEVESNUGGLES OMG!!!”

“Eddie, your husband belongs to Bee now, my condolences”

“Don’t tell Jay Z”

The show went well even though Eddie was visibly shook by his husband’s new friend. Seriously, what is his life?! How much further was this going to go? He was relieved when the tour finally ended and they could go back to their bubble of domestic bliss. That is, until the next girls night probably!

Once they were back home and settled into their routine, he realized he needed to make some more content now that things have calmed down. Privacy was always important to him, but after a night of taking his husband apart over and over, he smirked and had an idea.

Quietly grabbing his phone off the nightstand, he started recording. Steve with his chaotic sex hair, neck covered in hickies, and curled up sound asleep on Eddie’s chest. A chest that was decorated in tattoos and nipple piercings, as well as fresh scratch marks. Eddie smirked at the camera, winked and whispered “hashtag Steve snuggles.”

RIP internet.

[ilwonuu]

hihi imagine being in a secret relationship with jaehyun as idols and going to a bruno mars concert

and the song finesse comes on and the part where it says « fellas grab ur ladie if ur ladie fine » and that somehow s gets them discovered .???

idk y can like imagine the rest tyy if u do this ✊

THANK YOU FRO YOUR REQUEST <3 I HOPE U LOVE IT

.★ ᦃ ۰finesse. j.jaehyun

summary- you and your boyfriend accidentally reveal your secret relationship.

warnings-affection, slight angst, idol!jaehyun,idol!reader, exposed relationship, kissing, sweet bf jaehyun

authors note-help im so sorry if this is terrible 💔

your boyfriend surprised you with tickets to a bruno mars concert. you were beyond excited. bruno mars and you get to go with jaehyun. you were happy that you got that opportunity. a little nervous about you two being seen together.

“you ready baby?” he asks you as you two are waiting for a staff car to pick you two up. “yes im so excited!!” he pulls you into his arms kissing your face.

“the staff is here let’s go!” he says before you two leave for the concert.

—

you two arrive quickly making it into the venue with all the other attending. you two find your seats waiting for the concert to start.

“it’s gonna be great!” he says looking around you two. he smiles at you adjusting his hat.

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the concert was something you have never experienced in your life. you were having a great time. the whole time you and jaehyun singing to eachother. as your and jaehyuns favorite song “finesse” starting to play.

you are jaehyun singing and dancing together to the lyrics.

you two getting lost in the moment. as the lyrics “fellas grab your lady if your lady fine” jaehyun pulls you into his arms singing the lyrics to you. causing you both to smile into eachothers touch.

you sing the lyrics back with him holding him aswell. “i love my lady.” he says kissing your cheek. “i love you too jaehyun.”

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you and jaehyun make your way home after the concert ends. “thank you for taking me baby.” you pull him into a kiss. “of course my pretty baby.” he smirks kissing your neck before he gets interrupted quickly. getting a call from the company.

he makes a weird face at his phone before answering. “hello?” he asks listening shortly to what he is being told on the phone. “what? seriously? shit okay.” you are now beyond confused but slightly nervous about the way he was reacting to the words. “yea okay i’ll say something.” he nods again before putting his phone away.

“y/n..” he says looking at you softly. “whats wrong jae?” you move to pull him into a quick hug. “nothing really just something happened with the concert.” you look at him clueless.

“someone followed us at the concert baby. they took photos and posted them online everywhere. the company says we need to say something.” you are beyond shocked.

you and jaehyun have been dated for a little over a year. you two were happy with your fans not knowing about your relationship.

“what do we do jae?” he shrugs. “hey its okay baby. i know fans can be crazy but i’m not leaving your side.” he rubs your side to give you a little bit of comfort. “the company says that we should release something from us personally.” he sighs kissing your cheek.

“so they don’t care about how you being in a relationship will affect your image jae?” he shakes his head. “i guess not. but what about your love? this is gonna affect you two.” he sighs again. “i know but you’re in a big group. i’m sorry this is just crazy? we we’re having so much fun. the fact that someone followed us is crazy to me!” you say quickly sitting on your bed, jaehyun joining you shortly after.

“i know. i cant believe it. i thought we were covered up enough!” he rolls his eyes before grabbing his phone.

“i can post something on my account. don’t worry babe.” he kisses your head. you nod at his words moving closer to him.

_jeongjaehyun

_jeongjaehyun: i guess this is my way of saying the rumors are true. i love my girlfriend <3

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“done!” he smiles at you softly and pulls you into his arms. “don’t stress okay? we can adjust to this together okay?” he pulls you into a quick kiss.

[baronessvonglitter]

Forever’s Gonna Start Tonight

Max Phillips x gn!reader

Word count: 1.7K

Summary: When your vampire boyfriend Max Phillips agrees to turn you, you enjoy one last day as a mortal.

WARNINGS: Rated T, reader is gender neutral, established relationship, some kissing and fluff (as fluffy as Max can get), mentions of vampirism and ways a vampire can be hurt/injured, mentions of blood drinking, one mention of "intimacy" but is not detailed, no gore, mentions of eating food, reader wears a hoodie but is otherwise not described, use of hypnotism, mentions of being bitten, no use of y/n.

Author's Note: This work is for the jolabrew + withcheese fall challenge 🧡 I chose Max Phillips and apple picking 🍎

I'd kept this idea on the very, very back burner because honestly I love the mythology about vampires, and I wanted a soft!Max story, just to shake things up, and this fic challenge helped kickstart that idea into motion. There was absolutely zero information on our guy Max, so I just kind of messed with the lore and added some good ol' vampire myths just for fun 😊 Also, "Total Eclipse of the Heart" was meant to be a vampire love song, hence the title I used 🖤 (Side note: if you don't already squeeze lemon on your apple slices I highly suggest it. It keeps them from turning brown and gives them a little sour bite if you don't like them too sweet)

Thank you to @jolapeno and @goodwithcheese for hosting this lovely challenge!

divider by @strangergraphics👑

Honestly, you made your choice two seconds after Max told you he was a vampire. There were no two ways about it: if he was one, you wanted to be one too.

"Honey.. you need to think about this seriously. It's not some knee-jerk decision. We're talking about the rest of your life.. or afterlife.. unlife?.. that's at stake here."

"You'll outlive me one day," you reminded him. "I don't want that to happen." You snuggled against him, feeling how warm he was, though now that he'd revealed his secret, you started to feel the cold that seeped through his skin, was ever-present in the physiology that still made him a human male, but also something else.. some preternatural creature that was just under the surface. Hiding.. or suppressed.

"I try not to think about that. I haven't been undead that long," he admitted. "Can't we be happy with what we have now?"

It stung, but you tried not to take it too personally. Max was the type to say whatever thought flitted across his brain, be it snarky or sweet, though around others it typically tended towards the former.

From then on, once he knew you would keep his secret, once he put that trust in you that he didn't place in anyone else, you had so many (too many) questions to ask, and Max was as open as he could be regarding your curiosity. Yes, he could walk around in the daytime, but it was a necessity to slather himself in the highest grade SPF that he could only purchase online from a small business in Romania and cost ten times as much as you made in an hour at your job. And it explained why he always had a scent of coconuts beneath the layer of Tom Ford cologne he practically bathed in.

There were some things that could kill him, primarily a stake through the heart. Garlic and holy water made his eyes water and skin burn, temporarily subduing his powers, and you understood why he dissuaded you from eating Italian food when you started dating.

Speaking of the powers (and that was a huge point of curiosity for you), he had strength, speed, hypnosis (although he preferred the term 'powers of persuasion' -- ever the salesman, that one.) Drinking blood powered him, made him strong, and he managed to drink a little to get him through the day, only succumbing to his deeper cravings after hours.

It was this part he didn't want to talk about. He didn't like you thinking of him prowling after his prey, planning his attack, taking what he needed from unsuspecting victims. He'd drunk from you during moments of intimacy, the small, sweet sting of his fangs was something you'd come to like, but you knew it had to be different for those he hunted. You could paint your own picture of such a scenario-- you'd seen enough movies and read enough Anne Rice and Charlaine Harris to put the pieces together of how he had to survive in the shadows.

If anything, it only further endeared him to you.

But when you'd try to press the issue all he did was sidestep it.. at first. When you were persistent he was firm, telling you in no uncertain terms, "No."

"Do you not think I have what it takes?" you'd asked.

"Babe, I don't doubt your ability--"

"Do you just want to keep all your vampiric secrets to yourself?"

He'd sputtered out a laugh despite trying to keep a serious facade. "You're being ridiculous now."

"Then.." you'd used your puppy dog eyes on him, "you don't love me?"

He'd taken your face in his hands, his gaze insistent. "Don't say that. Ever. Okay?" He'd kissed your forehead, taking in the scent of you, just at your hairline.

You'd been patient, dropping hints until one day you'd stopped, a part of you giving up.

But Max didn't like seeing you unhappy.

"All right, all right," he'd relented one night, during a viewing of American Psycho while hanging out at your place. "If you really want me to turn you, I'll do it."

"Max, you will? Really?" you'd beamed with excitement.

"Yes, sweetheart. If you really want it, I'll do it for you."

You'd pounced on him, kissing him as he pulled you down on the sofa with him, the sounds of Patrick Bateman chasing his victim with a chainsaw playing in the background.

You decide on a date: mid-October, your favorite time of year when the leaves crackle underfoot, and there's the sweet odor of chimney smoke in the air. Max tells you you should spend the last day of your human life doing whatever you want to do, and though it's something small, though it probably ranks low on most people's list of priorities before they begin a new life as a vampire, you tell him you want to go apple picking.

A part of you is relieved that Max doesn't poke fun at you, which he usually does when you tell him you want to watch Dead Poets Society instead of The Wolf of Wall Street, or when you'd rather go on the Ferris wheel than the Zipper with him at the carnival.

You typically play it safe, and he respects your playing it safe with your last day as a mortal, because he loves you.

The apple orchard is an hour and a half away, and Max holds your hand over the center console during the entire drive, letting you choose the radio station, and you spot the small twitch of his eye when you turn up the volume on a Taylor Swift song. He keeps his thoughts to himself but his opinion is written plain on his face. Ever the peacemaker, you switch the radio to an oldies station, listening to Bonnie Tyler belting out "Total Eclipse of the Heart" and even though Max refuses to sing along with you, a smile curves the corners of his pretty mouth as he indulges in your joy.

Upon arrival you jump out before the car is even in park, and are greeted with the scent of the sweet and crisp fragrance of the orchard. The skies above are pale blue, tinged with gold from the late afternoon sun's delicate rays. Grey threatens in the corners of the firmament, and you recall checking your phone's weather app and seeing there would be rain that night. You've come on the right day.

Max grabs your hand as you join the others in line, some families with young kids, some couples, and when he's not expecting it you plant a soft kiss on his cheek. Not typically one for PDA, he one-ups you by taking you in his arms and practically bending you backward in a passionate display of romance, lips claiming yours. "My baby doesn't deserve to wait in line," he whispers, and with a devilish grin he pulls you to the front of the line where the cashier is taking payment.

"We don't need to pay," Max tells her, and from the look in the woman's eyes you can tell he's mesmerizing her with his powers.

"You don't need to pay," she repeats in a monotone, handing over a wicker basket for you to collect the apples.

Max smiles at her charmingly, pulling you along as you enter the apple orchard.

There's a chill in the air as you walk into the wide expanse of land, the green of the apple trees and the ruby fruit of their production providing the perfect backdrop for your date. You cross your arms over your hoodie just as Max puts his arm around you.

"I'll never get cold, just like you," you wonder aloud, thinking ahead to your immortal life.

"Right. One of the perks," he grins. He's wearing a dark grey nylon bomber jacket, hair perfectly coiffed, and even though other people are checking him out as you walk by, he only has eyes for you. "You'll never grow old, either. You'll still be hot. Like me," he grins.

"Which ones look good?" he asks, directing your view to the apples red and ripe, swelling with sweetness, their tangy aroma dancing in the air.

You look up and select a few, holding each one in the palm of your hand before twisting the stem off and placing it in the basket looped around your arm. Max watches you, in awe of your thought process, and the careful way in which you make your selections. When the basket gets too heavy he carries it for you.

"Are you going to eat all of these tonight?" he hides a smile.

"Don't underestimate me," you tell him. "I might just do that."

He envisions what your blood will taste like later, at the time of your turning: bitter with hints of spice and sweet, the flavor inhabiting every blood vessel, flooding into his mouth as he begins the process of forever changing you.

Soon the basket is brimming over with sweet, tart apples. Some of them fall out of the basket on the walk back to the car, leaving a scarlet dotted trail behind you.

At home, you gorge yourself on the crisp flesh of your fresh-picked apples in all your favorite forms: sliced plain with a drizzle of lemon juice, some dipped in caramel, others covered in crunchy red candy. Your lips are sticky and sweet when Max kisses you, savoring the warmth of your skin that, come tomorrow, will be colder, room temperature at best, but still soft, still delicious.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his eyes glinting, irises blown full black, like a shark detecting blood in the water around him. You're settled on the sofa, hands linked, fingers intertwined as your heart races. Max senses it and his tongue flicks out across his pink lips.

"Yes," you answer, and for a brief, sweet moment your life flashes before your eyes, a memoriam to all the things you held dear, the good and the awful, the trail of tiny moments, the heartbreaks you thought you'd never heal from, that ultimately led you to Max and the love you uncovered within him as you broke through his egotistical outer shell.

You kept his promise. He knows his trust is well-placed.

As you offer your neck, the last thing you see before you close your eyes is the Castlevania poster Max gave you for Christmas last year, hanging on the wall above the sofa.

Only the death matters now..

You hear the click of his fangs protracting. Soon you'll be just like him. You have no regrets.

"Thank you, Max," you whisper before you feel the hot sting of his bite on your tender throat. "Thank you for the best day of my life."

[chiiyuuvv]

archive ii ★

boyfriend!hunter 0.5k words

notes! part 2 of posting works originally written for my friends. i was reading this again in the first time in forever and i frowned; it's just so cute :(( some kissing involved

inspired by a incredulously sweet junny song, promise

▸ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺?

A gasp leaves your lips when hunter finally opens the door, revealing his room perfectly decorated with warm candles and flower petals covering the floor. His bed neatly made up as a tray sits on it, filled with all of your favorite foods. You could tell how much time and effort he put into it, watching out of the corner of your eye how he shifts back and forth nervously.

"Do you.. like it?" He scratches the back of his neck, his eyes looking down at you with so much adoration. "What- how- of course i love it silly!" You stammer, playfully hitting his chest. He chuckles at that, his hand finding yours as his cheeks pinken. "Dont.. dont give me that look with those eyes.." his voice barely a whisper as he looks away from you, his heart thrumping in his chest as he leads you to his bed.

"I made you you're favorite foods." He breaks the calm silence, going into one of the containers to pull out a grape for you to eat. "Ah, ah.." he stops, wanting to feed it to you. You roll your eyes, opening your mouth so he could drop it in. He giggles at that, wondering to himself how he was so lucky to get a girl like you all to himself.

"I thought about you today." He smiles, scooting closer to your body, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Oh?" You respond, laying your head on his chest. "I think about you everyday, youre always on my mind." He quietly admits, wrapping his arms around your figure. "You're the best part of my day."

He looks down at you, his fingers tracing your jaw, sending you light shivers. You knew he wasnt lying when you look into his eyes, hearing his heart thrump wildly against your ears. "I'll stay by your side forever." His mind malfunctions hearing your words, his cheeks turning into a dark pink as a dazed smile appears on his lips.

Your hands come to lay on his chest, moving to your position so now you were straddling his lap, one of his hands resting on your thigh while the other rubs your cheek, his eyes darting to both of yours before he lets out a sigh. "Seriously, dont look at me like that."

His head spins hearing your sweet laughter, giving your cheek another swipe before he finally leans in, closing the gasp. His hands move down to rub up and down your waist, leaning downwards to find your lips again, your hands going up to tug at his hair for support. He feels like time stopped, the only thing he could hear was your lips connecting and disconnecting again along with his fast heartbeat and heavy breaths, sharing secrets to each other without words, spilling how much youve wanted this, how much youve been longing, yearning for this very moment.

His soft, pillowy lips move against yours in a soft pace, his grip tightening as if hes going to lose you when he lets go, his mind filled with you, and only you.

︴bonus! i'm feeling so sentimental rn idk why

▸ taglist 📬 @hyunukitty , @cake1box , @yuniniverse , @hunchan444 , @s00buwu ,

@cherrycolaberry , @wonootnoot , @pinievsev , @bluw0ok HII ROADYSS its been so long since ive posted something xikers related omg

[lillaydee]

Uncoupled - December Part 3 - The Show, The Purses, The Mistletoes

Roommate! Joel Miller / Reader

Two people leaving their marriages ended up going through the mandatory one year separation together before filing for divorce.

Nothing could possibly happen in a year, right?

WARNINGS: Alternate Universe - No Cordyceps Outbreak (The Last of Us), Ellie & Joel Bonding (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Joel Needs a Hug (The Last of Us), Hurt Joel (The Last of Us), Protective Joel (The Last of Us), No age gap, Roommate Joel, Teacher Joel, Handyman Joel, Insecure Joel, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning.

SERIES MASTER LIST

December Part 2

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It was the last day of school before the Christmas break. There was to be a huge concert that night, all three schools would be participating. Of course, being the music teacher, Joel was up to his nose with practices and rehearsals. The pre-school was joining the older kids for some choir time, and they did a small play, according to Joel. Ellie’s class was in the choir, nothing big, he said, just some Christmas carols.

You had been steadfastly kept out of the loop. No Beans, you cannot come to school to watch me practice. No Beans, you have to stay at the bakery until I finish practicing with Joel. Yeah, Beans, stay at the bakery, Joel teased, not wanting to spoil the excited little girl’s secrets. She was way too excited about being in a choir. You didn’t even know what song she was singing. You didn’t know if she had a solo. You were basically Jon Snow.

Anita, on the other hand, was more than welcomed in the loop. She apparently was fitting Ellie’s outfit, the one she wouldn’t show you. And the older lady was taking her role as a surrogate grandma very seriously. She wasn’t showing or telling you anything. You thought of sneaking into Ellie’s closet to peek at the dress, but Joel slept in her room now, you just didn’t feel right going in there, invading his privacy. On one occasion, you went in under the pretense of putting his laundry away only to discover the fiercely guarded secret had been moved to Joel’s classroom for safekeeping.

Even Mrs Adler was in on it. You went to school one day, supposedly to pick Ellie up. But the woman body-blocked you, telling you she was under strict instruction from Little Miss Williams and Mr Miller not to let you near the building at all. Anita arrived in time for rehearsal, patting you on the back and waltzing in with a huge cheeky smile as Mrs Adler locked the main entry in your face.

So here you were, waiting for a bunch of ladies to make up their minds about which cake they’d like to purchase, your insides jittery from the expectations of the big reveal that night. Anita had taken Ellie home after the final rehearsal, where she would get the little girl ready and take her back to school to prepare for the concert, where you, as well as her honorary aunts and uncles would gather after the bakery closed.

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Anita peeked from back stage, waving at you and the group. You were sitting in the front row, your family with you, everyone with fully charged phones to record Ellie’s first performance. You were thankful these people were in your life. When Eddie passed, you were worried that all she would have was you - a sad, divorced, lone aunt – to cheer her on at these things, concerts, plays, sports; but now, you saw that she had an entire village of people just gathering to support her. If serious and stoic Bill was willing to put on a bowler hat and play Mr Potato Head for Ellie, you couldn’t imagine much he wouldn’t do for her.

When the light dimmed, everyone quieted down. You felt a hand touch your shoulder. Joel had just appeared out of nowhere to lead the choir, saying hi to you, bending down to give you a quick peck on the cheek. You heard whispers going on behind you as he went to his position to get ready, you saw Lucy peek from behind the curtains giving you the evil eye, but you didn’t really care. You were looking at him, all dashing in his dress pants and dark red dress shirt with the festive Christmas tie you got him for the occasion, his hair slicked to the back.

God, he looked good.

I mean, why kid yourself. He’s your roommate, your best friend these days, and he was a good looking one. Blind people could see he was gorgeous. And the group of women sitting behind you agreed. You could hear them swoon.  

“Oh, I would like one serving of him for Christmas, please.”

“Just one? Honey, I’m gonna build myself a basement so I can tie him up down there for good. Easy access.”

“And you know he’s not just the music teacher, he’s also the woodworking teacher. We know he can make beautiful music, and definitely knows his way around tools.”

Oh, how they laughed and swooned over the gorgeous teacher. Not that you didn’t agree with them. You could find someone attractive and not actually be attracted to them, right? It didn’t mean anything, right?

The curtain opened, and there she was, your little girl. Not your niece, not your ward. She was yours. All yours. She may not call you Mama, but she was yours. You watched as she waved shyly at you and the gang, looking all cute and dashing in her trousers and dress shirt and a sparkly vest Anita had helped tailor to fit her better.

The choir did well, Ellie singing along sweetly, eyes fixed on Joel as he conducted them all with a white baton, his body swaying as he did so. They received a thundering applause, of course, and your hands hurt from clapping so hard. She did so well!

When the choir left the stage, though, Ellie remained. Joel turned to look at you and winked, before getting on the stage and getting two bar stools, placing them side by side. He rearranged the mic and lifted Ellie onto one of the bar stools, sitting on the other one, his guitar in his hands.

He checked on her before introducing her to everyone, and the crowd clapped politely, aww-ing as he gave her a fist bump before plucking the strings, playing a soft lilting tune.

And then, your little girl started to sing.

It was like the world disappeared. All you saw was these two people on the stage, all you heard was the tune he plucked form his guitar and her sweet, sweet voice. Tears filled your eyes, wishing so much that Eddie and Annie were here to witness this. They would’ve been so proud of her. You knew you were.

‘You did great Beans, she’s the happiest little girl. I knew you could do it. I knew I chose right. I knew I could trust you. Look at her, Beans, she’s flourishing. You’re not alone, Beans, you know that, right? Joel is with you. Everyone is with you. I am here with you. Always.’

Her eyes were on you, finding the bravery to sing to a hall full of people in your eyes. She was singing to you, and you alone. Telling you what a wonderful world she lived in. Her voice rang true, her little face earnest, this little girl whose world collapsed a little over five months ago. And yet, here she was, telling you all the positivity the world had to offer.

What a wonderful world it was.

The audience rose to their feet, whooping and cheering and clapping as the song finished. Joel got up, placed his guitar on the stool and lifted her up, Ellie immediately hugging him tight. You could see him whisper how proud he was of her, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, his face beaming with pride. The crowd cooed when she gave him a sweet kiss on his cheek, his infectious, dimply smile practically made the ladies behind you croon.

When the applause died down, Frank put his arm around you, asking you if you were okay. It was only then you realized that your entire face was wet with tears. He and Tess quickly hugged you, telling you they were so proud of her, she did really great! What a great surprise it was!

Oh, God, in your emotional state you forgot to record her, you said, facepalming yourself. Very quickly, all six of them took their phones out and forwarded their videos to you, their own eyes teary with pride. We’ve got you Lil, they said.

Oh, thank God.

Ellie was quite the superstar when Anita brought her out after the concert, everyone hugging and kissing her, telling her what a great job she did. You didn’t have any words to say to her, just sobbed quietly as she clung to your neck, telling you she loved you so, so much.

“Lily sweetie, could you go get Joel? I think this one has had a bit too much excitement – we should get her home,” Anita asked you, taking a sleepy Ellie from your arms into her own.

You walked back stage, where it was surprisingly empty. People had vacated the space quickly, eager to go home, many travelling out of town that very night or the morning after for their Christmas plans. There he was, packing his guitar and getting his backpack to go. Just as you were approaching him, Lucy got to him first, something hidden in her hand behind her. She walked all the way up to him, close to him, too close, you thought. She brought the item she had been hiding up above his head. He looked up.

Mistletoe.

Before he knew it, Lucy had pulled his chin down towards her and kissed him on the lips, brushing her tongue against them. He pulled back right away, and she let him, telling him it didn’t have to mean anything, it’s just a silly tradition, that’s all. But if he liked what that felt like, changed his mind, and finally realized that he could do so much better than that baker he’d been hanging around with, there’s plenty more where that came from.

He took a hasty step back from her, telling her how inappropriate that was, he said no, a few times, in fact. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and gathered his stuff, turning to go out to see you and his family, both blood and found.

You were standing just a few steps away, an unreadable expression on your face, awkwardly telling him you and the rest would be waiting outside whenever he was done, and quickly turned and left.

He called your name, but you had already disappeared. Lucy took his arm in her hands, squeezed them with her ample bosoms, and told him he knew where to find her, a flirtatious smirk on her face.

The glare Joel gave her could’ve killed. He angrily pulled away from her, walking out, leaving her alone backstage.

Everyone greeted Joel when he finally came out, congratulating him for a job well done. His eyes searched for you as he was hugging everyone goodnight, but you had taken Ellie from Anita and walked ahead to your car. You buckled her sleeping form in her booster seat and drove off, your head full of what you had just witnessed.

You didn’t understand this feeling you were feeling. When she kissed him, you felt your heart stop working. Were you jealous? Why would you be? What right did you have to be jealous? He’s a single man, he’s a beautiful, single man, and Lucy was a beautiful, single woman. They looked like Ken and Barbie together. Heck, they looked better together than he and Jen did. They worked together; they’ve known each other for a long time. What beautiful children they would make together.

You had gotten too comfortable with Joel, you’ve realized. You no longer had any shame around him. You had no problem wearing less than flattering, comfortable clothing around him, torn, tatty clothes you’d owned forever. You had no qualms ‘letting lose’ around him when it came to bodily functions. Sure, neither did he, but he’s a man. Ladies were not supposed to do that kind of shit around men they found attractive. Heck, you didn’t even do those things around Frank. Nor around Max, actually. He was vocal about how disgusting he thought you were when you did that earlier in the relationship, how very unladylike. But you did with Eddie, of course you did. He’s your brother. And now you’d gotten so comfortable with Joel you had treated him just like you did your brother.

Of course he would kiss Lucy, perfect Lucy who’s probably so perfect she didn’t even need to pass gas. And if she did, she definitely wouldn’t do it in his majestic presence. You thought you saw Joel protest a little, did he pull back quickly? No… that’s not possible. Heck, you were a straight woman, but you would let someone looking like Lucy kiss you. Why the heck not? Must be nice to have someone want to kiss you.

You were the ‘cute’ one. Always, since infancy. Your cousin Laura was the beautiful one. Eddie was the funny one. And you were the cute one. But let’s be real. Everyone knew what ‘cute’ meant.

No wonder Max didn’t want to sleep with you anymore. When was the last time he even kissed you? Not that you could blame him. What man would want to be intimate like that with a ‘cute’, unladylike neanderthal like you? Certainly not Joel. Why would he, when he had someone like Lucy chasing him, and a gorgeous wife who was still begging for him to go back to her?

You brought Ellie into your bedroom and laid her down to sleep, undressing her and putting on her pajamas, wrapping the duvet around her. Let’s live in the real world, Lily. Ellie should be your main focus. You didn’t have the luxury of wondering if your hunk of a roommate may or may not find you attractive, you had a child to raise.

So that’s what you did. Who cared if Joel kissed someone else? Good for him. By the time you had showered and changed into pajamas, Joel and Lucy’s kiss was the farthest thing on your mind.

Okay, it was number two, but hey, baby steps.

You heard Joel and Anita come home, heard him knock on your door, but decided you couldn’t face him that night. So you turned the shower on, hoping he’d think you were busy. You were just going to handle this like you handled everything else when it came to Joel. Deny, deflect, defend.

As you laid in bed that night, rewatching your baby girl sing on mute, holding her peaceful, sleeping form in your left arm, you couldn’t help yourself. You clicked on the forward button and forwarded the video to Eddie and Annie, hoping to God that they get to see it somehow.

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Joel couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t decide why – was it because he was overtired and overstimulated from the concert, or was it the look on your face when you saw Lucy kiss him?

Did you see the kiss? He pulled back rather quickly, but if you did, just in case you did, he should explain.

He didn’t know why, exactly, but he needed to explain to you he didn’t want to kiss her. Silly, really, the two of you were not dating, so he didn’t actually owe you an explanation. But he felt like he had betrayed you, somehow. Like he had done something wrong.

He had told Lucy over and over he wasn’t interested. At first, he didn’t get that she was flirting with him. But ever since you and Ellie pointed it out, and Tommy and Maria too when he told them, Lucy’s intentions got a bit obvious, even for someone as clueless as him. The woman made it a point to come find him daily asking if he would join her for lunch. And every day, he would say no, telling her you had packed something for him. She kept asking him what was so special about you. Why you, why not her? You came with baggage; she was free and clear.

Much like with Jen and Max, he never bothered to correct Lucy when it came to you. He was comfortable letting people think the two of you were together, not ready to face being single on his own yet. Not ready to date. And if people think he was taken in some capacity, people would leave him alone.

Not Lucy, apparently, and not Jen. But he knew how shameless Jen could be, and technically he was still married to her. But Lucy? That’s a different story.

He never entertained Lucy, never answered her questions, never replied to the many, many, many memes and whatever ticks or tocks she sent him. But she was relentless. Waiting by the pre-school to accompany him whenever he picked Ellie up, loitering around his classroom, finding him for the stupidest reasons, accosting him in hallways for his help with things that had nothing to do with him, recruiting him to chaperone with her on school trips or whatever else she could think of.

He wasn’t interested. He made it very clear that he wasn’t. As far as he was concerned, he was not attracted to her at all. Something about her demeanor, her being that clingy even when he had never shown interest in her. It turned him off.

And tonight. She crossed a line tonight. She kissed him without his consent. And what she said to him after cemented his disgust for her. She ‘knew’ he was ‘with someone’, and still wanted him. He hated cheaters, and anyone who was okay with the concept of cheating. And Lucy clearly didn’t care if he was with someone. She was willing to break couples up to get what she wanted. And for that, in that instant, she had never seemed uglier to him.

When he realized that you might have seen Lucy kiss him, his heart dropped. No, no, no, no, no… it’s not what it looked like. He panicked when he couldn’t find you. He panicked further when you didn’t answer your door. And now, here he was, laying in Ellie’s bed, wide awake, unable to sleep, just desperately wanting to explain his side to you.

Why though? It’s not like you were going to be jealous, right? You saw him as a friend.

Shit.

Did he want you to be jealous?

**********

The six of you were lazing around your living room, tummies too full and bodies too heavy to move. Some Christmas movie was playing, and you were fighting hard to keep your eyes open. Joel was sitting in a corner with Ellie, her brand new starter guitar, her Christmas present from him in her hands, giggling as he taught her how to pluck the strings. The obligatory sweaters from Anita were piled up in one corner, the wrapping papers in another.

Joel’s present for you, a foldable collage picture frame he handmade, pictures of Ellie, one for every year since she was born gracing some of the empty picture slots, the unused ones folded neatly behind the first one, ready to be filled as she grew up, was already displayed on the TV cabinet. He also got you a new purse, one that was similar in style to the one you had been using for years, but new, of better quality than your old one. It was branded, but not in an ostentatious way. Just the way you liked it. You thanked him profusely, immediately getting your old purse and transferring everything into the new one. He looked elated that you liked it so much.

You had gotten him a guitar stand, which he immediately put to use, a beaming smile on his face as he gave you a thank you kiss. You also got him a new tool set and belt, he didn’t own one, always borrowing from Tommy. You joked that you had ulterior motive for that present, which he laughed off, telling you he looked forward to using them with you, garnering smiley, conspiratorial looks from Maria, Tommy and Anita.

He did ask you about the night of the concert when the two of you were alone. If you saw what happened. You of course, played dumb. No, you didn’t see anything. Why? What happened? When he told you, you feigned excitement. Good for him! So, was he going to finally ask her out? He quickly shut that idea down, telling you he wasn’t interested, in fact, he was offended that she would do that even though she thought the two of you were together.

You then changed the subject, telling everyone that the Christmas party would be held at the bakery on New Year’s Eve. Just the ten of you, two birds, one stone, all that. Don’t worry about food, you, Tess and Frank would do the baking and cooking. Everyone seemed on board, Anita and Maria insisting they would come over and help with the preparations on the day itself.

Come Ellie’s bedtime, you got the box you had hidden in your closet out for her. Her surprise. The presents from you that she had unwrapped were just smaller ones you wanted her to have. She opened it excitedly, and immediately hugged you, saying thank you over and over.

Two custom made teddy bears, each dressed in Eddie and Annie’s favorite jerseys, complete with their names on the back.

She hugged both of them to sleep that night. And every night since.

**********

You were in your office on New Year’s Eve, the bakery on a quiet lull save for the people who came to collect their orders for the parties that were going to happen everywhere that night. Everything that was baked that morning quickly sold out before noon could even arrive, Frank, Tess, Andy and Anita working to restock some stuff as you finalized some orders and receipts. Maria was keeping Ellie company as well as handling some of the walk-in customers, Bill, Tommy and Joel out to get some stuff for the party that night.

Maria called you, someone there to see you.

You hurriedly finished what you were doing, taking the receipts and some extra boxes with you for the packing up you needed to do for the pick-up.

Max was standing in the bakery, a bright orange shopping bag in his hand.

“Hey,” he said to you, an easy smile on his face. “I’m not here to fight, I promise,” he said, hands up in surrender. “Just wanted to give you your present.”

As much as you didn’t want to see him, you were touched by his gesture. You asked him to sit down and made him his favorite coffee. He smiled when he took his first sip.

“You remembered how I like it,” he said.

“We were together for a long time, Max, of course I do.”

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes soft on yours. “You’ve always known me the best.” He looked regretful for a bit, telling you he didn’t know how you liked your coffee. “I guess it’s really clear who’s the better spouse, huh?” he said, huffing a laugh, looking at his mug.

He cleared his throat after a while, “Anyway,” he said, handing you the shopping bag, “Merry Christmas baby.”

“I didn’t get you anything,” you told him.

“It’s okay,” he said, earnestness on his features. “Maybe if I had treated you better you would think of me more fondly,” he said, a regretful smile on his lips. He pointed at the bag, “Open it, see if you like it. I’ll exchange it if you don’t,” he said.

It was a purse. Similar in style to the cheaper one he got you when he got his first paycheck, the purse you had been using all this while, before you swapped it for the one Joel got you, but one of a better quality than that initial one he bought, back when he was just a lowly paid entry level person. Much better quality. Expensive, that much was obvious, ostentatious, in fact. Just like the ones he used to buy for you to use at those galas and fancy dinners, the ones that were not you at all, the ones you didn’t even bother packing when you left. The only difference was, at least it’s the style of your preference. After 15 years, he finally got the style right. But still, he couldn’t help the peacocking, the brand being one you would never be comfortable using, the leather too shiny, too showy.

And Joel read you perfectly after living with you for four months.

“Jen showed me the picture she took of you at the store. She was making fun of you, I suppose, but all I could think when I saw you were still using that purse was �� when was the last time I got you something you really wanted or needed? All I ever cared about was that you lived up to a certain standard, a certain style. I didn’t even think if you liked them, if you were comfortable using them. When she showed me that picture, it dawned on me. That purse was probably the cheapest thing I have ever bought you. And you were still using it. Even though it was all ratty and old now.”

You didn’t say anything. You just looked at the purse, running your hand on the very shiny, very expensive crocodile skin. His face suddenly fell.

“You don’t like it, do you? Too showy? Blingy?”

You looked at him, giving him a small, resigned smile, unable to hide what you were thinking from him. You put the purse back into the bright orange box it came in, placing it with the top off on the shopping bag on the chair next to you. Realization dawned on his face.

“You never cared how much money I make, do you?”

You shook your head.

“You just wanted me. The man you met growing up and fell in love with.” His eyes brimmed with tears.

You nodded. He did too, wiping his tears off before they could fall.

“I’m sorry I treated you so badly, Lil. I hope, I really hope I can make it up to you. Win you back.”

“You have Jen now, Max. Work things out with her.”

He shook his head, leaning forward and taking your hand in his. “Jen and I, it’s a nice idea but it’s not real. It had never been real. I’ll tell you about it one day, but right now, can we at least, try to be friends again? I miss you. I really do, Lil.”

**********

“Okay, I don’t know about you guys, but I don’t like what I’m seeing,” Frank whispered, seeing the hand-holding that was going on via the CCTV footage on his phone.

“Shit, you think she’s going to go back to him?” Andy asked, panicked at the idea.

“No… don’t even put that idea out there. The man was horrible to her,” Tess sprinkled water at Andy for even saying that.

“Well,” Anita took a deep breath, “They were together a long time. You don’t just forget something like that overnight.”

“Oh, come on, Mama, are you saying Joel would entertain the idea of going back to Jen? Would you support that?” Maria just looked horrified at the idea.

“No, and of course I don’t support Lily and her ex getting back together either. I’m just saying, 15 years. A lot of things happened. You don’t just forget. No matter how bad, how challenging, you get nostalgic. Jake Miller was the grumpiest man known to mankind. He was by no means the perfect man, but when he passed, all I remember were the good times. And I miss them, those good times, to this day, despite his tantrums and attitudes. And I was only with him for ten years.”

The room went really quiet. So quiet, Ellie’s colored pencil scratching on the drawing paper in your office became deafening.

“But I know both Lily and Joel are perfect for one another. Tell me you agree,” Frank looked at Anita.

Tess, Maria and Andy all nodded, looking at Anita for her opinion on this one matter that they all deemed to be of the utmost importance.

Anita nodded, “Oh, there’s no doubt. Those two are pining for each other. It’s so obvious.”

Andy clapped her hands softly, excited that even Anita saw what they saw. “So, we have this plan for tonight. Those two are perfect for each other, but they need a little push, we think. They’re a bit… clueless when it came to this. And both of them have major self-esteem issues.”

“What do you mean?” Anita crossed her arms on her chest, no idea what Andy was talking about.

“This one,” Tess said, tilting her head to the direction of the bakery, “Thinks she is not good looking enough, not good enough in general for anyone, much less someone as good looking as your son,” she told Anita.

“And your son doesn’t think anyone would want to be with a poor teacher like himself,” Maria said.

“Ah…” Anita said, nodding, “The side effects of Max and Jen.”

Everyone nodded.

“They needed a nudge, so here’s what we thought we could do tonight,” Frank said, and told her, who smiled cheekily at the plan.

“Worth a try,” Anita said, eager to see her son happy with you.

“It’s not gonna work,” Ellie piped up, getting herself a glass, Tess immediately taking it from her and filling it with water. “You need to leave them alone. Beans will just panic. Joel too. I know it.”

The rest scoffed a laugh, pretending to be touched at this five year old thinking she knew how love and life worked. So adorable.

Bill and Tommy walked in, Tommy looking at Maria and his Mama with panic at the scene he saw as he walked in. Maria told him not to worry. They had a plan. Ellie told Frank to tell Bill and Tommy of this plan, and when he did, Bill shook his head.

“Nope, not a good idea. They’ll panic,” he said. “It’ll just make them more careful around each other, maybe even pull away from one another. I told you, leave them be, it’ll happen. We just need to be patient.”

Ellie gave the now empty glass back to Tess, an ‘I told you so’ look on her face and went back to your office to continue drawing.

**********

Joel walked into the bakery later than Bill and Tommy, having to park his truck a bit farther away today. He walked in just as Max stood up, ready to leave. Max extended a hand at him, wishing him a merry Christmas and a happy new year, telling him he just wanted to drop off your Christmas present. He took it, wishing Max the same, telling him to say hi to Jen. As you walked Max out, his eyes fell on the beautiful leather purse in the bright orange box with the horse-drawn carriage logo, his heart suddenly plummeting to his feet.

That logo meant that the purse was worth at least 20 times the one he got you, despite the horse drawn carriage on its own logo. That logo told him that he would never be able to afford a purse of such prestige for you, the price was probably worth more than what he made in three months. At least. He watched as you gave your estranged husband a hug and kiss on his cheek, saying goodbye with a smile on your face.

He asked you if everything was okay when you came back in, his heart heavy with the realization that he could never compare to Max even if he tried. You just nodded, and asked him if the shops were busy, taking the bright orange box and shopping bag with you to your office, where everyone suddenly stopped talking and greeted the two of you over-enthusiastically.

**********

That night, after a wonderful dinner, lots of pictures were taken. Nearing midnight, Frank asked you, Joel and a very sleepy Ellie to take one together, Ellie in Joel’s arm, you on his other side, all beaming happily at the camera. Frank suddenly looked above you, his mouth shaped into an ‘O’, telling you and Joel to look up. Ellie was mysteriously taken away from Joel’s arms by a very willing Anita.

The two of you looked up; a sprig of mistletoe conveniently hung above you, right at the spot the two of you were specifically instructed to stand at for the picture. Everyone, except Bill and Ellie looked like Christmas came twice, big smiles on their faces, expecting the two of you to kiss.

You looked at Joel, panic clearly written all over his face. He froze, standing stock still on his spot, staring at you, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to find a reason not to do it.  

Trying hard not to let your own panic (and maybe disappointment?) show, you kissed him chastely on the cheek and turned to everyone.

“Come on, guys, don’t do this to him. At least get someone actually worth kissing to trap him under the mistletoe with, huh? Ooh… almost midnight, come on Jellie,” you said, grabbing Ellie from a shocked Anita, “Let’s go out to see the fireworks,” wrapping her scarf around her neck and going outside.

Joel seemed to have snapped out of his own panicked mode and followed you.

Everyone stood around the bakery, faces downturned at how everything turned out.

“Told you,” Bill said, guiding a very shocked Anita outside.

When the countdown began, everyone began to pair up. You pulled Anita’s hand and pushed her towards Joel, standing a ways away from him yourself, Ellie in your arms. The little girl excitedly counting down with you, despite her sleepiness being so obvious.

Midnight came, and you kissed Ellie a happy new year, Joel, his mother. Joel came to kiss Ellie happy new year after, and Anita whisked her away for everyone else - still reeling from their failed plan - to wish her a happy new year, quickly going inside as soon as the fireworks stopped. It was far too cold.

Joel pecked you on the cheek, wishing you a happy new year. You wished him the same.

“So, no kisses for the two of us, huh?” he asked you, jokingly, of course.

“Oh, come on, Joel. I wouldn’t do that to you. You deserve someone better than this,” you pointed at yourself, “You know, someone who actually looks like they were born on the same planet as someone who looks like you,” you said, smiling, squeezing his arm, before going back inside, out of the cold to begin cleaning up.

“But I think you’re perfect…” he said to himself, just as the door to the bakery closed behind you, leaving him alone outside.  

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January

[seokmthw]

when you love somebody | sung hanbin

this is part of the zb1 as 5sos songs series!

⇢ lyrical inspo ☆ bad omens: "can't help the way i keep ignoring every omen. heaven knows i should let go, it's nothing that i don't already know."

⇢ pairing: hanbin x reader

⇢ warnings: best friend!hanbin, angst, unrequited love, cursing, very briefly suggestive

⇢ synopsis: hanbin had always loved you from the time you were kids, but you never returned the feelings, and it always broke him.

⇢ word count: 1.6k

⇢ note: it's about time i finally post one of these!! i'm actually very proud of how it's turned out and i look forward to writing the rest of the members too! i hope you all enjoy :3

you were a constant person in hanbin’s life growing up. your parents were close friends, and by relation, you'd become close friends with each other. you always spent the summers together playing outside until the streetlights came on, covered in sweat with bright beaming smiles as you reluctantly went inside for the night.

you watched each other grow up, developing into young adolescents and trying to figure out yourselves as you trudged through high school. hanbin had watched as your hair grew silkier, your sense of fashion got better and better, and how generally pretty he thought you were. as the two of you got older, into college, his feelings changed and he found himself seeing you in a different light than he ever imagined he would.

more than a friend should.

but it was a secret he kept to himself; he wouldn't dare utter any sentence that so much resembled a confession to you. he was seen merely as your best friend and nothing more, something you'd made very clear, whether it was intentional or not. he tried, he tried so fucking hard to not-so-subtly flirt with you or compliment you in a way friends normally don't, but you simply dismissed him and continued to try and pursue other people.

he was nothing more than a friend to you.

and that was okay, because he would much rather have you as a friend than not in his life at all. you meant the world to him, as he did to you, just in different ways, and he was willing to settle with that. but it didn't stop the burning jealousy he had every time you mentioned a date you went on casually in your conversations at the library or local coffee shop. it didn't stop him from swallowing the lump in his throat at seeing how absolutely gorgeous you were after getting dressed up, twirling around in your shared living room for him to see the outfit in its entirety.

which is what he was dealing with now. he was sat on the couch, gritting his teeth as he watched you look yourself over in the mirror. you touseled your hair a bit, turning to look at him and asking, “do i look okay?”

what was he supposed to say to that? of course you did, you looked perfect as ever. but he couldn't say what he truly felt, because it would send your friendship on a downward spiral to a point of no return. and he knew that. instead, he feigned a smile, one that you always managed to believe.

“of course you do.”

as if on a cue, there was the rapping of knuckles on the door to your apartment, and you were eagerly rushing to answer it. as you opened it up, it revealed jiwoong, who you'd now gone on several dates with and felt pretty seriously about. he complimented you as soon as his eyes swept you up and down, which made hanbin feel sick to his stomach.

you bid him a farewell, and just like that, you waltzed out the door with jiwoong, leaving nothing but your scent lingering in the air and the heavy silence that surrounded hanbin and filled each and every room.

he was alone. again.

thunder clapped loudly outside, a striking flash of lightning bolting across the sky in its wake. rain poured down heavily, soaking through all of hanbin’s clothes and sending a chill down his spine. his hair was sopping wet, sticking in every which direction, and his shoes began to fill with the water that was flooding on the sidewalk.

he cursed at himself under his breath, grumpy that he didn't bother checking the weather forecast before leaving for work that morning. but it wasn't his fault, because he'd gotten horribly distracted - or rather, jealous - by the way you came out of your bedroom to make yourself a cup of coffee with one of jiwoong’s shirts engulfing your body and tiny bruises scattering your neck.

this wasn't the first time something of the sort had happened to him. it was like the universe was sending him warnings, letting him know that having feelings for you was a bad idea, but he always ignored them, and they always got him into situation similar to his current one.

he sighed, picking up his pace to make it back to the apartment as quickly as he could. he was ready to change and warm up, especially after the god awful day he had at work. he could feel himself relax a little more once he finally made it inside the lobby, his shoes squeaked against the shining tile as he made his way to the stairwell, climbing up the two flights of stairs it took before he reached your front door.

he fumbled around for his keys, getting frustrated when he had to dig all the way to the bottom of his bag, and finally found them, sliding the key into the lock and opening up the door. but he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him, wishing in that moment that the ground would swallow him whole.

there you were on the couch, straddling jiwoong with nothing but that shirt from this morning, head thrown back as jiwoong left kisses all over the expanse of your jaw and throat, hands gripping your hips tightly.

wordlessly, hanbin closed the front door, biting back the urge to go in there and scream at the both of you for not having the decency to take whatever it was you were doing elsewhere, for ruining his hopes of changing into warm clothes and settling down to watch an episode or two of a show.

instead, he walked right back from where he came, down the stairs, through the lobby, and back out into the pouring rain, the image of you like that burning the backs of his eyelids. he sat down on a bench, not even caring that there was no coverage from the storm, and instead sat with his head in his hands, staring down at the sidewalk and watching the water race down it.

people hurriedly walking by with umbrellas stared at him in confusion, but he didn't care. because nothing mattered. not the rain. not his shitty day. and most certainly not his heart breaking in his chest.

because he was becoming a background character, and soon you wouldn't even notice him.

you were sat on the couch with hanbin, finally getting to spend time together after what hanbin excused to be him working late; when in reality, he just stayed out until you and jiwoong retired to your bedroom or he went home. he was grateful to have this time spent with you, despite everything he had put himself through.

he was honestly surprised you even pitched the idea to him and didn't invite jiwoong over to join, but you stressed you just wanted it to be you two. you wanted to catch up. and you listened to his small little rants about the imbeciles he had to deal with at work, and unbeknownst to you he was trying not to lose his mind at how intently you listened and how much you cared.

once he was done, he asked against his better judgement, “how have things been with you and jiwoong?”

“really great, actually,” you told him excitedly, your eyes lighting up at the chance to talk about the boy you'd been attached to for so long.

in reality, hanbin didn't care. he didn't want to care. but he was so god damn nosy that he spoke before he had a chance to think it through, and now you were droning on and on and on about how perfect jiwoong is and how you've been having such a good time with him. just when he thought you were finally done, you struck him with what felt like a bomb.

“i think i love him, bin.”

hanbin knew it was only a matter of time before this happened, the inevitable confession falling from your lips and piercing his ears, twisting his stomach into knots and making him feel as though he could throw up. but he didn't. instead he allowed himself to go numb.

he blinked at you, flatly saying, “oh.”

“is that really all you have to say? i mean, i feel like this is a huge thing for me and i wanted you to be supportive,” your tone held annoyance in it, but hanbin didn't care. he was tired of caring.

“i really don't know what to say, y/n,” he answered truthfully, and once again he let his mouth do the thinking instead of his brain, “i mean, don't you think it's a little early?”

you scoffed at him, clearly taken aback by such a reaction. hanbin didn't feel any sympathy, because he so desperately wished it was him you were saying you loved, not some dude you'd met on tinder and hooked up with before you started going on dates.

“i don't understand why you're being so judgemental,” you argued.

he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, “that's not what i meant, y/n,” he let out an exasperated breath, “i think i'm just gonna take a walk.”

and without uttering another word to you, he got up and slipped his shoes on, leaving the apartment to bask in the crisp night air, the darkness surrounding him a welcome friend after such an intense confession from you. it was quiet, the only audible sounds being the occasional car that whizzed by, but he didn't pay them any mind.

he found himself sitting in the park a few blocks down, letting the cool air chill him to the bone so he could feel something other than despair, but it was no use. you'd been profusely texting him, demanding an explanation for his behavior, but he just wound up apologizing and telling you he was happy for you, even though he wasn't.

because that's what you do when you love somebody.

[moonstruck-poet]

Rewrite The Stars

Pairing - Kaz Brekker x reader

Summary - The story of how you two manage to unravel the complexities that concern a relationship based on the song 'Rewrite The Stars'

Hope you'll enjoy it!!!

You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide. You know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied.

Kaz Brekker, you muttered under your breath and kicked a small stone with as much strength as you could muster, ignoring the sharp pain that followed.

He really was impossible that one. Tested your patience to such a level that you were almost considering giving up.

Almost.

But you weren't known as the never giving up person for nothing. You would try to make him see sense.

You halted in your path towards the Crow Club to analyse your thoughts which were a hundred percent occupied by that young boy whom everyone called Dirtyhands.

He had you completely charmed, as could be observed since he was the one running rent free through your mind at all times when you weren't risking your life for the same man.

So taking a deep breath and resting your hand on your holster, you entered your home with a poker face and scanned everything to see that all was going on smoothly.

"All good here?" You questioned Rotty and downed a shot of whiskey, scrunching your nose at the bitter after taste.

"Everything under control ma'am, got a lotta good pigeons," he grinned and your lips twitched sideways.

"What's up, Jes?" You asked the gunslinger who was sitting on one of the stools near the bar, twirling his pistol in his hand.

"Nothing, I'm bored. Need some action," he groaned and stretched upwards.

"Of course you do," you laughed softly. "Where are the others?"

"Off doing saints know what".

"Kaz still ain't budging?" He asked suddenly, his tone a little gentler.

"No," you said shortly and clenched your jaw. Suddenly not wanting to thing about him.

Jesper sighed loudly, "He is one of the most idiotic person I know. He doesn't even seem to realise he's missing out on the best thing that's happened to him".

You smiled at that, it was a small one but nevertheless a smile after all.

"If I wasn't so unbelievably enamoured by messy haired guys who are quite a shot at chemistry, I would've gone for you honestly".

"I'm flattered, Fahey".

"But seriously tho, love. What's his reason for denying you, huh?"

"Kaz thinks we're not good together," you answered abruptly.

"Not good together my ass," he rolled his eyes in utter annoyance. "You deserve so much better than him. I don't understand how you even managed to fall for him".

"Falling for him wasn't falling at all, Jes. It was like walking into a house and just knowing that you're home," you whispered.

And there he was, the hindrance to your concentration, the object of your continuous staring, Kaz Brekker.

He took off his hat, revealing his rather well defined featured that seemed to be sculpted with a help of a knife.

Your eyes took his figure in. Those all black clothes with that unmistakable cane was his entire persona that he had built for himself.

Your gaze softened at the sight of his messed up hair, the few strands that had fallen on his pale forehead making your heart skip a tiny beat.

"You really love him don't you?" You snapped from your staring at Jesper's question."I guess I do," you answered, eyes following him as he walked towards you with what you assumed to be another one of those tasks that he always gave you, just because of the amount of trust he had.

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You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away and out of a reach from me. But you're hearing my heart so who can stop me if I decide, it's on my destiny?

"Fucking hell this idiot of a man," you groaned and ran frantically towards the mount of wounded people.

You had indeed raided one of the most well protected safe of the most dangerous person and there were bound to be major consequences.

Your heart dropped after seeing Wylan lying near a building wreckage and you sprinted despite the throbbing pain in your calf and ignoring the blood flowing down one side of your head and torso.

"Hey," you whispered, getting down to your knees and shaking the boy. "Wylan, come on. I need you, come on wake up," phrases fell from your lips absently.

And he did wake up and you felt as though your feet were back again on solid ground. He woke up, immediately clutching his head and looked around, eyes squinting. "Where are the others?" he said hoarsely.

"Everybody is fine, everyone except for Kaz and we're all looking for him," you murmured, the relief fading away for panic to seize control of your weak heart again.

He immediately noticed your tensed posture and really looked at you, succeeding in reading your internal turmoil.

"Up you get," he suddenly said in an authoritative voice. "We're gonna go and find Kaz right now," he got up and held out his arm for you to grasp.

You simply stared before shaking yourself off and following his lead, glad to have someone to listen to instead of following your stupid thoughts all alone.

The fear in both you and Wylan seemed to increase tenfold after witnessing gruesome scenes all around you. But you both swallowed it harshly and kept a determined spirit, him more than you actually.

Because naturally your heart always seemed to lose its stone cold interior upon the mention of a specific someone.

"Saints," Wylan suddenly came to an abrupt halt and his eyes widened as he pointed to the shed of a shop that was almost on the verge on collapsing entirely. And underneath all of that rubble was Kaz.

"Oh god," was all that escaped your lips and you didn't think before running towards him, not even noticing a large chunk of the ceiling falling om your shoulder.

"Kaz," you said, leaning down in front of him. Your throat burned at his terrible state. His hair completely dishevelled, numerous cuts and blood stains littering his body, eyes half closed as he gazed ahead endlessly.

"Kaz!" You said again and Wylan softly patted his shoulder, accidentally touching his bare skin where the shirt was torn and in the process jolting awake the unconscious boy.

"Good gracious," you prayed and stepped back after seeing the anxiety on his face. "Kaz you have to let me, or you're going to die you bastard," you frowned but waited and turned towards Wylan, "Will you go and tell the others that we've found him? They'll be there at our decided headquarters, just inform them quickly please and get Nina as soon as you can," you instructed and he set off instantly.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and clenched your jaw hard before moving closer and putting one hand behind his shoulders, your heart shattering a little at his sharp intake of breath. "I'm so sorry but I have to do this," you said with a rather broken voice and picked him up.

Halfway through the route he let out a loud groan and you almost dropped him but then steadied yourself and halted.

"What's wrong, Kaz?"

His eyes were scrunched up in pain and it was then that you noticed the bullet which was wedged on the side of his chest and you froze at the sight.

"No no no," your muscles seemed rooted to the spot and the only thought runnung through your mind was that he was going to die. Kaz Brekker was going to die.

"Shit," you muttered and hastened your pace, struggling slightly under the weight of his rather heavy body but you did manage to reach the secret meeting place just in time.

"NINA!" You yelled and placed him on the nearest couch. "NINA!"

She was out in a second, all others following close behind and breathing in sharply at the sight of their leader beaten up so badly.

"Th- There's a bullet through his s- side," you said, panting as suddenly there was a lack of oxygen in the air. "There's a bullet Nina! Quick come on you gotta get it out. You have t- to get it out, quick!"

"Wylan," Nina gestured with her eyes and he understood, gently taking you by the shoulders and pulling you away.

"No! What're you doing?! Wylan stop it!"

"He's going to be okay, let me clean up your wounds too".

"I'm fine! But he's not! He needs me okay? I- I can't leave him lying there like that! I can't- I can't-" you broke off and gulped. Your eyes tearing up as you let yourself be pulled away from him.

But tell me, how is one supposed to survive when their lifeline itself is im danger?

You were sitting in one of the rooms all alone, looking out of the window absentmindedly. Wylan had graciously cleaned and bandaged all your injuries amd you didn't even have the heart to say a simple thanks to him.

Inej had dropped by a few minutes ago with a small plate of food and you hadn't bothered to appreciate her with a small nod.

All that rang through your mind was Nina's conversation with Matthias that you had accidentally overheard.

"There were not one but two bullets, Matthias. And they were the poisonous kind, the ones that work on paralysing and slowly killing the body of the victim. He's taken quite a hit that one".

He's taken quite a hit that one...

A lump welled up in your throat as you mulled over every incident when you were on the brink of losing him forever.

Once when you two were fourteen, once when you were sixteen and now at the very tender age of seventeen, Kaz was slipping through your grasp again.

Fate was constantly pulling you apart, making you go as far as possible from each other but it had been enough now, you simply couldn't handle it.

You swallowed down the burning sensation and went quietly towards the room where Kaz was fighting for his life. Your breath got caught upon seeing his rather peaceful face. No furrowed eyebrows, not a crease on his forehead, he seemed very much at ease.

You took a seat next to him, tears on the verge of falling but you blinked then away stubbornly. You weren't one to cry that easily, but control seemed to jump out of the window whenever he was involved.

"Kaz," you whispered as though he would open his eyes that very second and you would be met with dark brown irises that you so loved.

"Here we are again huh," you murmured and heaved a deep sigh. "Its been what 3 times now that we were in this same scenario?"

You kept on making small talks, it beimg useless towards him but actually helping you to get over your emotions.

"You don't understand the way my heart breaks when you get hurt this badly, Brekker," you said softly. "I've tried to tell you so many times but you're one stubborn asshole aren't you?"

You exhaled and your eyes gazed at his beautiful features, from his sharp eyebrows, to long eyelashes and then to his perfect lips.

"You have to wake up, Kaz. You will," you said firmly. "I don't think I can function properly without you," you looked down at your hands.

"Get well soon, love," you whispered the words and despite being unconscious, rhey ringed in Kaz's ears. Love, you had called him. He felt something brush against his forehead, pushing away strands of hair and tickling him a little.

But then the warm feeling was gone and once again he was alone, cold, and empty.

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What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart, you'll be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one could say what we get to be. So why don't we rewrite the stars? And maybe the world could be ours, tonight.

"Saints this is all so ridiculous," Jesper muttered and frowned deeply at the comedic costume that he was supposed to wear. "Couldn't you have gotten something better?"

"You either have the choice to wear it or run around naked, I don't care. All I want is a proper distraction. The choice is yours," Kaz said easily and went back to scrutinising the map placed on the table.

Jesper rolled his eyes but wore the clothes anyways and you snorted making him give you a sharp glare.

"I'll shoot you, I swear," he threatened weakly when you fully cackled. "It's not fair that you get to dress up like a literal princess when I'm here looking equivalent to a clown!"

"I'm afraid you won't make a very pretty princess Jes," Inej smiled as she sharpened her knives with without even looking at them.

"Oh I don't, Inej. He might make a wonderful, lovely girl," Nina piped in and you laughed.

"Enough chatting please," Kaz interrupted your lighthearted teasing making the Heartrender scowl.

"You always have to interrupt the best moments between us don't you?" She glared but the man didn't as much give a shit.

"Wylan you're ready with your explosives? Confident they'll go off exactly when we want them to?" He asked and received a confirming nod.

"We'll leave in about five minutes exactly," he checked his watch and scanned all of the faces staring at his intently. "Off you go then. I want absolutely no detours from anyone, I'm talking especially to you, Jesper," he narrowed his stare to the Zemeni who merely shrugged and grinned.

"Goodluck everybody," he said and they all left for their respective work. "Let's go," he said to you and you got up, instantly feeling uncomfortable in the rather beautiful dress and the heels.

This was new and uncharted territory, something you had never even worn before in your entire life. But you liked it. It didn't match your usual attire at all, but a change at times was welcomed on your part.

You two were invited, or rather you had invited yourselves to the ball that was supposed to take place. It was the perfect opportunity to infiltrate and steal.

"Remember all we have to do is stay for the entire program, we cannot afford any mishaps to happen. No tiny slipups at all or the entire plan goes down the drains," Kaz said as you slowly walked to the venue.

"I know Kaz," you sighed at his nagging. "You can trust me, you know?"

"I know," he said lowly and looked straight up, refusing to make eye contact.

Your eyes flitted to look at his side profile. It was sharp, the streetlights highlighting his carved features and your heart started running at an unbelievable speed.

He had for once ditched his long coat and had instead worn an all black suit with a black tie. And saints did he look amazing. Kaz Brekker seemed to have no idea at just how unsettled and in love you were.

Just as you were about to enter the grand hall, he stopped you and offered his arm. He was also not wearing his gloves, wanting to stay off suspicion as much as possible.

"You sure? We don't have to do this," you said softly but he insisted and you hesitatingly wrapped your fingers around his elbow.

Kaz didn't as such flinch from your touch, which just proved that he did trust you a lot.

"Ah there you are! Mr and Mrs Helvar am I right?" An elderly man beamed at you two and Kaz instantly transformed into a complete stranger in mere seconds.

"Absolutely!" He smiled widely, his lips stretching in an unfamiliar way and you almost cringed at how fake it looked, but that was only because you knew him.

"Alright alright that's enough," you whispered after the host went away to greet someone else. "Please bring back the Kaz I know".

He rolled his eyes and returned to his cool demeanour. You were lounging near the bar, sipping drinks to pass time while also maintaining a strict checking of the area.

"How much longer do we have to stay?" You asked after about an hour.

"The party's only just began. It'll take time I think," he answered and looked around.

"These heels are killing me," you groaned. "I need my shoes back".

He didn't say anything but his jaw had clenched, as it always did when he felt a little helpless and unsure. He glanced at your feet before returning his gaze back to the ballroom.

"Saints he's here again," you said suddenly and he turned to see the same man walking towards you two once again.

"You've been sitting for quite a time now! Come on then let's get you on your feet. Don't keep such a beautiful lady waiting, Mr Helvar," he grinned cheekily, eyes clearly trailing down your body.

"I'll make sure," Kaz answered rather tightly, stepping in between his line of sight and blocking you from his filthy eyes. He looked at you and held out his hand, you stopped for a tiny second before placing your bare palm into his cold one.

He inhaled sharply but at the same time gently pulled you towards the dancefloor, keeping his eyes on the host who seemed to be watching your every move.

"He's just wrote himself a death wish," your fake husband grumbled in annoyance which soon turned into a forced smile after waving at someone.

"Loosen up now, we have to dance," you said and were surprised immensely when his fingers intertwined with yours and his other palm was slowly making its way to be placed on your waist.

He glanced in your eyes and all you offered was a gorgeous smile. That seemed to be all that was required and the tips of his fingers brushed your waist before halting there.

Your free hand was on his shoulder and you two swayed, your bodies closer than ever before. And you thought to youself, you could definitely get used to this.

Not the elegant gown or the grand party, not at all. But these small but significant moments of intimacy with him.

"This is nice," your small whisper broke the silence as you danced, engaged in your own little rhythm. Too occupied with each other to even pay the slightest attention elsewhere.

"It is," he nodded and this time made eye contact without hesitation. The force was so strong and powerful that you couldn't feel anything except for the rapid thumping of your heart.

Everybody else seemed to fade as you two danced the moment away, completely taken by each other as you swayed. And you thought, it wasn't so bad was it.

And Kaz gave you a look which seemed to answer your question, it was as if he had clearly read your mind.

It's not so bad, his eyes reflected and you couldn't stop the small smile which soon fell off after another question had plagued your mind.

'Then why? Why can't we give this a shot? Give us a shot?'

"It's always up to us you know," you murmured suddenly, not bothering to elaborate because you knew he understood it well enough.

"Nobody has a damn say in what the hell we do with our lives. It's always up to you and me," you repeated and smiled tightly.

While he just stared at your face, taking notice of the way your heart was literally shattering in front of him. And all he wanted was to tell you that he loved you too, had been loving you since ages.

But you already knew that, you weren't oblivious for saint's sake. You knew he had fallen as hard for you as you had for him. His problem was that he refused to accept it, for god knows what reason.

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Ahem ahem... do we need a part 2?

Preferably from Mr Brekker's pov? 👀

[crazy-ache]

Eclipse the Sun {Helion x Lady of Autumn Drabble}

“Shall I beg?”

Helion Spell-Cleaver looked down at Orla from where he stood, memorizing every inch and shade and detail of her. The colors she brought from Autumn didn’t exist here in Day, from the gleaming ruby of her hair, the freckles scattered across her skin, the amber of her eyes—and the red of his mate’s blood that he had killed to protect.

“Are you going to make me go on my knees?” She laughed the sweetest sound, even if its echo only revealed the layers of sadness beneath its song. Helion flashed his usual, iconic grin, even if it wavered in her presence.

And when she still said nothing, he dropped to his knees. The fall was two resounding thuds against the marble floor.

For his mate—the Lady of Autumn—this position was usually reserved for happier times. For his devoted tongue and merciless hands. Where he would kiss her like sunlight catching through the canopy of Autumn’s jewel-toned leaves.

But he wasn’t smiling anymore.

“I’m begging you, Orla.” He said more seriously now. Her milky white skin shot up to stroke his dark, strong jaw. Begging. Begging in her own way for him to not say the words—but there was no choice, not for him. He was not a male of half-measures.

“I’m begging you to reject the bond. Because if you’re going to end this, it needs to be permanent.”

He had to pull his head into her lap, a hard swallow forced down his throat as if the words itself wanted to claw back down his throat to be never said. His blood cried in outrage. Helion could not bring himself to look at her, or he’d remember too much of their story—of the Equinox ball where the bond had snapped from across the dance floor at first sight, to the many spelled gifts and enchanted letters he had masterfully sent to her in secret over decades, to the passionate affair they had just shared right before this conversation.

To right before she had told him Beron finally knew.

He was no High Lord and there was no going against the wrath of Autumn Court’s cruelest. Because no one would survive the aftermath—not him, not her children, and certainly not his mate.

“If you don’t reject it, then I won’t be able to stay away. I won’t. And your plan will fail.”

“Helion—”

“Please.”

He finally looked up, his dark brown eyes swirling with agony as he wrapped his arms around her middle, shaking her with desperation. “Please. Don’t leave me here bleeding for eternity with the insanity of hope. Just end it so I may at least one day die with the peace of knowing you are not mine.”

She ran her fingers through his long hair. Tears streamed down her cheeks and the bond felt like it was already fraying at the ends, splintering down to the very core of their souls.

“I can’t do that to you. I can’t hurt you—”

As he rested his head again on her lap, he knew there was nothing she could ever do that would truly hurt him. His own pain was nothing compared to the thought of a world without her, and he would do anything, anything to ensure she was safe. He would burn the world for her. Instead, the world was going to burn him—and Helion would let her break the bond.

There was no spell or tonic or indulgence that would help him forget that day. And he tried. Cauldron, did he try. Neither would he forget the day he became High Lord of Day—and the hand he had broken from when he punched the mirror so forcefully the entire palace trembled. Too late. Too late he had risen to power. Too little, too late, he was still powerless to save her.

Madness. Is that what this was? A neverending gnawing that was forced to keep at bay constantly. Madness, he had been told, would befall him if he were to be rejected. But Helion was far from the madness of the mind—but he was furious. Always furious. A secret so carefully hidden like the magic he controlled. He mastered the careful, magnetic smiles, the way he sought fucking to fill his mind with anything but her, and the joy he could plaster to his face like a mask.

Helion Spell-Cleaver marched through the halls and libraries of his court and wondered what his people would think if they knew their High Lord of Day had a heart filled with nothing but darkness. If they knew he wasn’t who they thought he was—he was just the dark side of the sun after he lost her.

[nightwriter357]

Are you just playing with me? - Day 7

The final part of my first fanfic is here. I've had so much fun doing this and interacting with you all so thank you to all of you. In this part there is no smut but more of a wrapping up and you hopefully find it a bit fun as well. In the car ride home the cast decides to make up new lyrics to songs and Spencer's cover surprises everyone since the Smosh cast doesn't know.

Morning

The morning after Ian's surprise party, you and the rest of the cast members were slowly waking up, nursing mild hangovers from the festivities. A sense of excitement was in the air as you gathered in the main area of the house, preparing to reveal the winners of the week-long emotion game.

Courtney, holding a stack of papers with everyones answers, addressed the group. "Alright, everyone," she began, her voice giddy with a hint of morning grogginess. "Let's find out who really nailed their guesses."

She distributed each person's paper back to them as they gathered around. "Amanda, why don't you start? What was your assigned emotion and who was it directed towards?"

Amanda blushed lightly and unfolded her notes. "My assigned emotion was love, directed towards Spencer."

The others consulted their paperd, nodding in agreement as they recalled Amanda's subtle displays of affection towards Spencer throughout the week.

"Next up, y/n," Courtney continued. "What was your assigned emotion and who was it directed towards?"

With a playful grin, you showed everyone your notes. "I had horny, for Damien."

Damien smirked knowingly, and there were playful remarks and laughter from the group. Courtney chuckled, "Well, I think that was pretty obvious to everyone," earning a grin from Spencer and more laughter from the group. "If subtlety was the goal, you failed spectacularly." You blushed and smiled as Your eyes met Damiens. "Alright, Shayne, reveal your assignment."

Shayne grinned mischievously and revealed his notes. "I had sadness, directed towards Amanda."

There were chuckles and teasing remarks as they remembered Shayne's melodramatic displays of sadness towards Amanda.

Spencer eagerly stepped forward. "My assigned emotion was horniness, directed towards y/n."

Amanda grinned and remarked, "Anything you could have done to show that would pale in comparison to Damien's attempts," earning a round of laughter and good-natured teasing directed at Damien and you.

Damien shared a knowing glance with you before revealing the notes. "I had in-love, with Shayne."

The group fell silent for a moment, followed by a burst of laughter and surprised reactions. Shayne scratched his head, "In what universe did you show that?"

Angela shook her head "Are you kidding me?!? You've been pining after y/n all week!"

Amanda added, "Yeah, staring at her every day, like a love-sick puppy!"

Damien chuckled sheepishly, "Well, I guess I wanted to double cross y'all."

Courtney continued to go through each person's assignments and guesses, recounting the week's antics and the humorous attempts to decipher each other's secret emotions. The cast members checked off their anwers, comparing insights and interpretations with each other.

Finally, after going through everyone's submissions and discussing the nuances of their interactions throughout the week, Courtney declared, "And the winner is... Spencer!"

Spencer cheered and accepted the playful congratulations from the group, basking in the glory of his deduction skills. Damien and y/n exchanged a proud smile, satisfied intel the had gathered last night.

Shayne clapped Spencer on the back. "Good job, man. But seriously, how did you get them all right?"

Spencer winked. "A magician never reveals his secrets."

As you began to pack up your belongings and getting ready to drive off, you and Damien lingered for a moment by the door. The sun was rising higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over his face.

"Ready to head back to reality?" Damien asked softly, glancing over at you.

You shook your head, a hint of wistfulness in your eyes. "Not at all"

You step outside, joining the others. You put all the stuff in the minibus and sat next to Damien in the front seat as he took the first shift for the long car ride home.

Evening

The minibus was filled with the chatter and laughter of the Smosh cast, hours into the long car ride home. Courtney, sitting in the back, clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Alright, guys, how about we keep the fun going with a little game?

Spencer turned his head back, "A game you say, that's new"

Courtney smacked his on the shoulder, "Shut up".

"Yeah, show gamemaster Courtney the respect she deserves" you added with a wink.

Courtney smiled, "thanks y/n, So.. let’s make up new lyrics to the songs on the radio."

Everyone agreed enthusiastically, and the game began. Angela went first, belting out a hilarious rendition of "We Will Rock You" by Queen, but with a twist dedicated to Courtney:

"We will, we will Smosh you! Courtney's got the games, and they're driving us insane, revealing kinks and eating ass, and she's the one to blame. She will, she will Smosh you!"

The bus roared with laughter and applause, everyone appreciating Angela’s effort.

Courtney leaned forward, "when did I ever make you eat ass"

Angela put her fingers against her temples, " I was in the zone man"

The cast erupted into laughter once more.

Next up was Amanda, who took on "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys, adding her own twist focused on Angela:

"Tell me why-y, Angela’s so damn insane, tell me why-y, she drank paint and felt no pain. Tell me why-y, the amangela shippers have won, Angela, 911 happened 2001."

Shayne burst out laughing and the rest of you followed suit.

Angelas eyes widened " NOO, noo, that's NOT FAIR.

Everyone sang along to more songs, filling the car with off-key but enthusiastic voices. Then it was Spencer's turn. The song "Scotty Doesn't Know" by Lustra started playing, and everyone cheered, knowing Spencer’s sense of humor. He grinned mischievously and began to sing:

LINK - please listen as you read

"The Smosh cast doesn’t know, that Damien and y/n, did it in the house every morning. They tell us they prepare, but they do not bake, Flour's on the floor but the Smosh cast doesn’t know . Oooh, Chanse doesn’t know"

Everyone gasped and Courtney blurted out, "what?!"

"So don't tell Courtney, Amanda doesn't know"

Amanda laughed. "Oh my God!"

Angela covered her mouth, giggling. "No way!"

"Angela doesn't know, So don't tell Shayne. They say they can't come with, shopping But they were in our room, I caught them FUCKING"

Shayne’s eyes widened. "Wait, what?!"

You blushed, laughing. "Okay, this is too much".

Chanse added, "We should have, you guys were terrible at hiding things!"

"Cause the Smosh cast doesn't know Chanse doesn't know, Courtney doesn't know, Amanda doesn't know, So don't tell Angela"

Angela shook her head, still laughing. "You guys are wild."

"Shayne doesn't know, Don't tell the Smosh cast, I can't believe you're so trusting," "When we were cleaning, they weren't dusting."

Damien chuckled, "Alright, alright, Spencer!"

Courtney laughed, "That explains a lot!

"At the party they slipped away. But it did not escape me. They're boning in the bathroom and you knew nothing, nothing"

Spencer pointed at the cast as he sang. Shayne looked at Damien. "Really, man?"

Damien shrugged, grinning. "What can I say?"

"The Smosh cast doesn't know, Chanse doesn't know." "Courtney might've known, don't tell Amanda, Angela doesn't know. Shayne doesn't know, Spencer knows though."

Chanse laughed, as Spencer pointed to himself "Of course you did!"

"They didn't put on a show, everyone will know, Smosh cast doesn't know."

Shayne smirked. "We know NOW!"

"Smosh cast doesn't know, Smosh cast doesn't know, surprise cock, why not? In the kitchen, caught by Shayne top."

You covered your face, laughing. "Oh my good, Spencer!", Shayne's laugh overshadowing your comment.

"He took her panties, I heard the whisper bro, Y/n traded notes with Courtney oh oh"

Courtney winked. "Guilty as charged!"

"but the Smosh cast doesn't know, Smosh cast doesn't know"

Everyone danced in their seats during the intermission. Angela letting peace signs flow in front of her eyes while Courtney was drumming on the seat with her fingers.

"He did her on Ian's birthday."

Angela shook her head, laughing. "Seriously?!", the cast started singing along as best they could.

"Chanse doesn't know, Courtney doesn't know, Amanda doesn't know, Angela doesn't know."

Damien smirked at everyone. "You're all in so much trouble!", they didn't seem to care.

"So don't tell Shayne, Spencer does know, Everyone will know, Smosh cast doesn't know."

Amanda laughed. "This is the best song ever." You and Damien looked at eachother, he raised his shoulders questioning. You both gave in and started singing along with the others.

"The Smosh cast gotta know, I'm gonna tell the Smosh cast, gonna tell them myself. Said I'd keep quiet, but no, Smosh cast doesn't know."

Chanse chuckled. "Well, we do now, bitch!"

"Smosh cast has to, Smosh cast has to, Smosh cast has to know."

You sighed dramatically. "The secrets out!", Damien smiled at you.

"The Smosh cast knows, Chanse does know Courtney does know, Amanda does know, Angela does know, Shayne does know."

Shayne grinned. "Yep, we all know now."

"I might tell Ian"

" Hahaha, nooo, Spencer" you managed to get out.

"Smosh cast does know."

The cast started chanting

"The Smosh cast knows"

Spencer finished off the song smirking at you and Damien,

" I am so bad", Spencer finished with a giant grin on his face.

The car erupted in applause and laughter, everyone cheering and high-fiving Spencer for his hilarious and revealing performance. Damien and you exchanged a glance, more amused than embarrassed.

Shayne, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes, said, "Wait, what?! So the flour on the floor? THAT'S what you guys were really up to?"

Amanda giggled, "No wonder you two always seemed... preoccupied!"

Courtney added, "I knew something was up when you both disappeared during Ians party!"

Damien, laughing, threw his hands up. "Alright, alright, Spencer wins this round. But come on, we weren’t that obvious, were we?"

Chance snorted, "no you were very subtle."

The energy in the minibus was electric, filled with camaraderie and the joy of shared memories.

" So your place or mine, beautiful? Damien asked, grinning ear to ear.

You looked at him questioning, "what?"

He gave you a quick peck, the first time in front of everybody, "well honey, the cats out of the bag", you looked around the car to your friends " to quote my favorite song " the Smosh cast does know".

Angelas eyes widened, "Oh yeah, play it again!"

You smiled at Damien, " so it's your favorite, is it?"

"Oh absolutely", he leaned back. "So?"

"Yours"

Everyone started singing at the top of their lungs, "The Smosh cast doesn't know that Damien and y/n.."

[ruinparadox]

A bit of a stupid idea, but Husk unironically getting into the Just Dance games.

Husk x M!Reader

One day, you were out scouting for junk parts with Pentious when you stumble upon a most curious find. A whole box filled with several entries from the Just Dance games series as well as a few functioning consoles for the various platforms across the different eras of the series. Surprisingly to your junk partner, you’re ecstatic and gladly claim the box for yourself. Seriously, the entire box had to be worth at least several hundred dollars.

You give an apology to Pentious, who is confused as to the value of such contents, but happily accepts as you sprint off back to the hotel. Your legs are tired as all hell by the time you get back, but you don’t care. You practically slammed the doors open, startling Vaggie, Charlie, Angel, and Husk who are more than a little put off at the gleeful smile on your face. Of course, you’re far too excited to share your find with them at the moment so you push past them, uttering a few quick apologies to them as you dash up the stairs to your room. 

“Damn! What’s got him all riled up? You’d think he’d just won the lottery or somethin’.” Angel had no idea how you felt. This was the happiest you had been ever since you ended up in this literal hell hole. These games had been your childhood and you had foolishly sold them to a game store when you were a teen. Honestly, what were you thinking? You had so much fun with these back in the day, and several of the games in the box were ones you didn’t get to play at all. You eagerly hooked the consoles up to your TV and spent the rest of the day in your room.

Although no one had bothered you, their curiosity was only increasing as you spent more and more of your free time happily dancing along to the routines both old and new in the nostalgic games of your youth. You were polite but very reserved, even on the best of days, but this was getting weird. It was on the fifth day in a row where a knock had finally darkened your door and you paused your game to see who it was.

As expected, the first two people to see what you’d been up to were Charlie and Vaggie. Charlie is nervously asking what’s been keeping you in your room more than usual and you reluctantly let them inside and explain the situation. There wasn’t any point in hiding it from them, so you might as well tell them. The two seemed to be relieved that it's just video games and not something more nefarious.

It's then that they offer use of the lobby’s TV so you can all have a dance party so to speak. At first you seem overjoyed at the idea, but then you reject the idea when you start thinking of a certain old and grumpy bartender. It's no secret that Husk definitely isn’t working the bar because he wants to. The only reason he stands there all day is because Alastor is forcing him to. Not only that, he has to deal with everyone else while standing there with no stool for him to rest his legs. 

Angel’s constant and annoying harassment, Charlie’s boundless and desperate enthusiasm, Pentious who was annoying at best and downright irritating at worst, Vaggie was tolerable enough if not a doormat wherever her girlfriend was concerned, Lucifer who was absent and ever present at the same time, and lets not forget Alastor’s pointless errands and such. Not like he could do them himself with all his teleporting powers.

Needless to say, Husk has enough bullshit he’s being forced to put up with, and you’d rather not add yourself to that list. Not to mention, he’s revealed his taste in music on occasion, and it was always the same two answers. Slow Jazz and Swing Jazz. Being the Just Dance nerd you are, you are perfectly aware that basically no song featured in the series even remotely comes close to either genre. Even the slower songs were oddly upbeat. The only song you’d think he’d like would be “Careless Whisperer” from Just Dance 2014 and you hated that routine. The song is already a bore by itself, the choreography didn’t have to be so bad that it made you flat out refuse to even look at the option when it appeared in the song selection. So, in other words, he’d probably hate it if you set up shop in the lobby.

Though, of course, you don’t mention any of that and simply explain that the TV in the lobby is far too old and doesn’t have the necessary HDMI ports to work properly with the game consoles. Thanks for that, Alastor. 

Vaggie and Charlie seem disappointed but accept your explanation. Neither of them are too knowledgeable on technology, so they just take your word for it and hope you have fun in your room. With that out of the way, you spend the rest of the day dancing away. You’re about to turn off the TV and go to bed before another knock echoes into your room. You don’t even get the chance to answer before a very familiar voice calls out to you.

“Hey, kid… you still up?”

As you walk towards the door, you notice your heart is beating faster than normal. You shrug it off as just a side effect of all the physical activity you just did. Dancing can get intense, especially where Just Dance is concerned. You open the door and let him inside, and immediately notice how quickly his gaze shifted to the TV still displaying the Just Dance 2021 main menu.

“So… heard you got some new games.”

You couldn’t explain why your ears were burning. Ignoring them, you give Husk a small nod.

“Yeah.”

“And you didn’t want to play this in the lobby?”

You felt your face burning up. “Damnit! Who told you? Was it Charlie? I bet it was Charlie!”

“Why?”

The cat interrupted you, making you freeze. Husk can’t imagine why you wouldn’t want to share this obvious passion of yours with everyone else. He can read you like anyone else in this dump of a hotel and you were a very reserved person, but you also loved sharing your interests with others. So why were you cooping up in your room, keeping this away from everybody like it was a dirty secret?

“Well…” You know very well that Husk can see through seemingly any amount of bullshit, so you decide you should be honest with him, “I just didn’t want to bother you, that’s all. A lot of the songs in these games don’t fit your music preferences, and the gameplay is… you might as well be watching a watered down version of one of Angel’s performances.”

That was all Husk needed to understand just what was going through your mind. Out of nowhere, he stepped closer to you and held your hand in his own. Okay, you did a lot of dancing today, but your heart isn’t supposed to be beating this fast, right? And why the hell was your face burning up?

His paw felt so soft, his claws gently tracing against the underside of your arm.

“I ain’t gonna die just because you shake your ass in front of me.”

You could have sworn you misheard him. “But, what about–”

“If you ain’t gonna dance with everyone else… Do you wanna dance with me?”

You hesitated, trying to hide your shaking as your voice was less than stable along with the frantic fluttering in your chest.

“Are we still talking about the game?”

He leaned down and planted a kiss on the back of your hand. Smiling up at you, that deep baritone voice rumbled in your ears.

“We can talk about whatever you want.”

Eyes wide, you led him over to the TV, clearly not ready to unpack whatever it was that he was implying. You spent the next few minutes explaining the overall point of the Just Dance series. Basically, you select a dance routine and you try to follow the coach’s movements as if you were looking at yourself in a mirror. It's essentially a rhythm game, you’re just standing up and dancing instead of pressing buttons on a controller.

Husk seemed to get the gist of it and you asked him if he liked any genres other than jazz. You had also warned him that most of the dances are a bit of a workout, even if you’re not putting your all into them. He shrugged and just told you to pick whatever you thought would be best.

Taking into account that Husk is very well past his prime, you choose She Wolf (Falling to Pieces) by David Guette on Just Dance 2014. It's an easy enough routine. It still gets you warmed up and the choreography is easy to follow without being so boring you’re falling asleep. And to your surprise, Husk is actually keeping up with you. Granted, he’s still having the same troubles anyone would have when doing a routine for the first time, but he was doing pretty good all things considered. 

He was lightly panting by the end of the routine and he shot you a knowing look.

“You goin’ easy on me, kid?”

“Well, yeah? I just figured you’d need a warm up. Unless you mean to tell me you’ve been secretly keeping up with your fitness training all this time?” You joked, raising a brow at him.

“I know I ain’t in my prime but don’t treat me like a greenhorn dancer.” His face looked determined and you seemed to match his energy.

“Husk, you may be a seasoned gambler, but I’m not sure you understand what you’re asking of me. Are you sure you wanna play this game?” You definitely sounded cocky, but if Husk was willing to go toe to toe with you on Just Dance you’d absolutely put him through the ringer.

“Oh, I think I do.”

You smirked, popping out the disk and swapping it for Just Dance 4. “Very well. We’ll do an extreme routine this time.”

Husk seemed to like the sound of that as you picked Run The Show (Extreme Version) by Kat DeLuna. This specific version of the routine, as the name implies, is much harder than most routines in the game’s song list. Standard routines are usually very easy to do, often not requiring any tricky movements. Extreme versions ignore that standard entirely and change up the game in several ways. Moves that require you to stand on one leg while dancing, more complicated dance steps, and an overall higher energy requirement from the player to follow the routine properly just to name a few. If you’re not sweating by the end of it, you either have crazy stamina or you didn’t put your all into it.

And Husk, well… he’s certainly being put through his paces. Considering it's only Just Dance 4, the extremes are some of the easiest in the series but they certainly aren’t for old grumpy bartenders who for whatever reason refuse to have good posture. And it went surprisingly well. Husk was now heaving after what felt like a whole ass workout while you were still sitting pretty fine with barely a drop of sweat on your brow.

“You need a break after that, old man?” You ask teasingly, a toothy grin on your face.

“Maybe a few minutes…” He wheezed, his hands on his knees as he struggled to keep standing.

“Okay, big guy, on the bed. I will not be explaining to either Charlie or Alastor why you passed out in my room. I imagine you don’t want anyone else finding out about this as well?”

You practically frog marched him to your bed and let him sit down, turning around and rummaging through a drawer for some water bottles.

“Yeah, several reasons why I wouldn’t like that.”

Immediately, your mind raced with several possibilities as to what those reasons could be. If Pentious found out, he’d definitely feel left out but might not say anything on the matter. Charlie would be completely insufferable about it. You could imagine her squealing in delight about Husk “making an effort” or whatever. Vaggie probably wouldn’t care and Alastor might be disappointed at best. 

Angel though… that’s where you were worried. You didn’t know if it was because he had a crush on the cat, or something else… but out of everyone in the hotel, Husk consistently bore the worst of Angel’s harassment on a day to day basis. You wanted to call him out on it, but you had a feeling it’d go nowhere productive and it might get even worse if the spider found out about Husk possibly liking Just Dance.

He’d probably pester you about wanting to “join in on the fun,” likely as a convoluted way to somehow get Husk to sleep with him. Either that or he’d make fun of it to the point where Husk wouldn’t want to dance with you anymore. It took everything in you not to crush the bottle in your hands at the thought.

Instead, you stood up and turned to the cat, handing him the bottle which earned you a scowl from the old bartender.

“Hey, don’t look at me. I don’t have the money for alcohol. No job, remember?”

“Whatever.” Husk scoffed and screwed open the tap as you grabbed a bottle of your own. Any effort to remain cool failed miserably when you spotted the desperate movements of his throat guzzling each drop down his esophagus.

It was only for a second, but briefly your mind wandered to an indecent image of Husk doing things you’ve only ever fantasized about. Once again, your face heated up and you pushed the thought away with a refreshing gulp of water.

“So, what do you think about Just Dance? It's fine if you don’t like it. Most of the songs are way after your time anyway.”

Husk paused, holding his empty bottle. “Does it matter what time I’m from?”

You faltered. “Well, no, it’s just…” You sighed and sat down beside him. “Not a lot of people I personally know share my interests. At best they’re only slightly interested and down right hate them at worst. And the people who did share them were all the way on the other side of the world. Now I have to deal with people from completely different time periods referencing things I didn’t even know existed.”

Husk stayed silent, allowing you to speak without interruption. He didn’t know why, but you sitting there next to him, just speaking freely about how you felt about this current situation was a relief to him. In fact, he felt honored. As far as he knew, he was the first one to get to see this side of you out of everyone at the hotel. He’d watched you interact with everyone else for the past few months. 

Yeah, sure, you had indeed grown a bit more soft and friendly with the other residents compared to when you first arrived, but you were still very much reserved, especially around Angel, and he could easily tell why. Growing up with everyone making fun of you, calling you a nerd or a geek, mocking your hobbies, essentially ostracizing you for the crime of being a little weirder than everyone else. Of course you felt it was easier to isolate and keep everything under lock and key rather than show it to anyone. 

Even though Husk had never met any of these people who were absolutely running through your mind, he knew he didn’t like them and would gladly rip them a new one if they ever felt like showing up again to continue that harassment. Angel in particular would be a tough situation to sort out, assuming you and him would ever get to that point, what with the spider’s penchant for mocking people as easily as breathing. But for right now, he didn’t mind having something exclusive with you. Even if it was just a game to some, to you it was an important piece of your past, and one you cared about deeply.

“Honestly, it's hard enough to speak to people! All these “idioms” and “figures of speech” is just so frustrating! So much subtext, double meanings, and everyone saying the opposite of what they mean, it just fucking sucks! Like, if you want something from me, then ask for it! Don’t beat around the bush with all this stupid small talk!”

You gasped and dropped your water bottle, the fluid spilling out onto the carpet. You looked down to your left and found Husk’s fingers intertwined in your own, his hand gently holding yours. Hesitantly, you looked back up at the cat who was looking down at the floor.

“Husk?”

“You want me to give it to ya straight?”

Shit, you fucked up! You must’ve done something wrong. Almost instantly, apologies began spilling out of your mouth.

“I’m sorry, Husk! Whatever I did, I didn’t mean–!”

You were silenced, another hand caressing your cheek, those golden eyes gazing deeply into yours.

“May I kiss you?”

You blinked at him.

This didn’t feel real. Those words, the hands holding you, the sincerity of his voice. You had to be dreaming, right? Of course Husk wouldn’t be doing any of this with you. He most certainly wouldn’t like Just Dance and he definitely would not be asking to kiss you. This was just some stupid self indulgent fantasy you were dreaming about. Soon, you’d wake up and you’d go right back to being nothing more than another face he couldn’t care less about at his bar.

Despite that… you wanted this. That gruff look on his face, the gentle way he was lightly touching you, the voice asking for consent… all of it pulled you in like a moth to a flame. And you just couldn’t resist.

You gave Husk a nod and he leaned in, his hands growing more daring and sliding up your torso. You could have sworn your heart burst out of your chest when his lips wrapped around yours. The two of you were entangled in each other, especially when you desperately grabbed his arms. It felt like he would disappear and you would be left alone in your room once more if you let go, so you didn’t. You clung to him with a shaky grasp and the kiss soon broke.

Neither of you had a chance to breathe because not even a second after he backed away you captured his lips in yours. You had no guarantee this would happen again or if this was even real, so you wanted as much of this as time would allow. 

It felt like an eternity, though it may have been at most half an hour before you finally pulled away, panting and shaking with a cat who was smiling at you with a chuckle in his chest.

“And to answer your earlier question, yes, I do like this game of yours. I don’t rightfully understand all of it, but I like it.”

Your eyes widened, realization coming to the forefront of your mind.

“Shit, I went on a tangent! I’m sorry Husk, I–”

“Shh.” Husk stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips. “You didn’t do anythin' wrong, sweetness. In fact, I wouldn’t mind doin' this again with ya. I like hearin' ya talk. But we should keep this under wraps for now. I don’t wanna share this with anyone. Not yet.”

Not even a second thought and you were hugging him. He was briefly shocked but carefully wrapped his arms around you, like you would shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful.

“Can we… stay like this? Just for a bit?”

Husk chuckled. “Of course, kid.”

He leaned his head down and kissed away the tears flowing down your cheeks and not long after you had drifted off to sleep. The TV was turned off, the lights turned down, the door locked, and the curtains closed as he held you against him, your head against his chest. It wasn’t long until he was following you to dream land, drifting along your sweet scent filling his nose.

[laurapalmerz]

i think we as a society should talk about audrey more. next to shelly and laura, she's one of the most mischaracterized throughout the entire show. an endlessly fascinating case of existing often just as ship material or stripped down to aesthetics instead of exploring the rather horrendous abuse that she and her brother have faced living in the horne household.

the fact that her father plays a pivotal role for a while in terms of her self worth is really depressing, especially given she doesn't receive much attention from him in the first place. her jealously of laura stealing the attention away from him at parties also foreshadows a lot of what she'll go on to experience as she gets older. it was unfounded, since it wasn't as though he was favoring laura as a "daughter" over audrey, but was attracted to her from that moment onward (as we find out in laura's diary when she's eventually hired at one eyed jacks). this lack of attention and care toward her might explain why she behaves the way she does and has a tendency to seek out comfort in the arms of older men (see her attraction to cooper and that one guy she eventually gets with, jack? i think his name is?). her family despises her. not a lot of people take her seriously. she's ignored and shoved off until she enters one eyed jacks and is used as leverage as blackmail against her father, who nearly has sex with her unknowingly. it breaks her further to know that her father had a relationship with laura, that it was potentially him that could've killed her (before her real killer is revealed) all because she was going to expose his secrets rightfully. there's layers of complexity to her that people blatantly ignore because "uwu aesthetic!! she's SO lana del ray coded". i cannot tell you how many times i've perused youtube edits or amv's of twin peaks and seen audrey set to songs by lana del ray (who is a known zionist and racist). one of which being "lolita" which just makes me wanna vomit because that song misses the ENTIRE point of the novel but that's a discussion for another day. she's not two-dimensional, her struggles are just as valid as laura's and she deserves to be respected as a character. she's not a sex symbol, she's not an aesthetic, she's a girl who just wanted to be loved by her father, but ended up in the margins as he sought power and relationships with underage girls at a business he and his brother ran off to the side illegally. no one loves her, and thus she acts out, even though she doesn't want to.

[kingofthe-egirls]

For your dark kink and fave may I submit Law and age play? I think he’d secretly like stuff like that with his partner wearing cute dresses and acting dumb

i love age play im not even sorry

Shadow Work (follower request event!)

SWEET SPOTS: LAW x Y/N

also this is sorta for @thus-spoke-lo so i hope u like it!

(cw: Lolita nickname, age play, use of devil fruit, daddy/doctor pet names used, spanking, haki, cunnilingus, fingering, sweettalk, kissing, aftercare)

(a/n: should i say "name-ya" for when Law says ur name? idk lol)

Songs: "Kinda Famous" by Peach PRC, "Sex Yeah" by Marina and the Diamonds

words: 1.5k

"Hey, daddy."

You stroll into the room casually, frilly pink dress swishing as you sit down on Law's bed.

He looks up from his desk, paperwork still in hand. "Room," he says, and then, "Shambles." You sift through the air, suddenly straddling Law's lap. He's leering at you, papers already forgotten as he grabs your hips. He shifts you back and forth on his lap, already hard.

"Lolita," he says, "Have you been feeling lonely, my love?"

You nod, pouting. You lace your fingers behind his neck, playing with the soft hairs at his nape. "Doctor's been so busy..."

Law smirks. "Well, I have a bit of time now. What would you like, dearest?" He always uses sweettalk like it's a weapon. It sounds cold, calculated, coming from Law's sneering mouth.

HIs condescension is addictive.

"Sweet spots?"

It's your favorite game.

Law grins, pushing his chair back to give you both more room. You bounce on his lap, slightly. The swishy skirt of your babydoll dress folds over your legs, riding up your plush thighs. He grips them, pressing long fingers into the sensitive skin. His tattoos glow under the orange lamplight. You stick out your lower lip.

"Show me my sweet spots, Doctor? Please?"

Law's eyes glint with fire, something harsh and cold even in the warm atmosphere. His hands tighten around your hips.

"Of course, sweetest," he murmurs, tracing one long finger up and down your upper thigh. "Here," he starts, tilting his head. His hair is scruffy and dark, his hat forgotten along with the paperwork on his desk. He brushes his thumb over your inner thigh. "Is quite sensitive, isn't it, Lolita?"

His name for you (a secret between you) sends sparks shivering down your spine. He traces circles on your soft, fleshy thigh. You moan behind pouty lips. "Yes, Doctor."

"And here," he abandons your shivering thigh to start pulling at the lacey strings of your dress's soft bodice. It has puffy sleeves, hanging down over your shoulders, revealing your cleavage with a sweetheart neckline. It's pink, and white, and chiffon.

Law traces the neckline of your dress, skimming his steady fingers over your fluttering chest. "Is where Doctor loves to tease you, isn't that right? So sweet for me, Lolita."

You whine, wanting more.

"More, please."

Law tuts, shaking his head. "So impatient, sweetheart. Does daddy need to punish you?" He arches an eyebrow, meeting your gaze with deadly seriousness. His eyes are the color of flint.

You whine, bouncing on his lap again. "Maybe...," you pout, slapping his shoulder softly. Law grins--an evil, malicious thing--and sparks shoot through you again. He shambles you again, this time switching places with the papers he left on his bed.

You're upside down, with your legs spread. Ass in the air, dress already folded up over your back to reveal the fact you didn't add any panties to your little sweetheart ensemble.

"Such a naughty girl," he chides.

Law's hands are sure and swift as they land a stinging slap onto the exposed flesh of your rear. You squeak, half in pleasure, half in surprise. Law soothes his hand over the stinging handprint, cooing softly as he murmurs over you. "Such a pretty thing," he shushes you, still whimpering on his bed. He slaps you again, this time much harder. He lands two more, still on the same place he spanked you the first time. You're gonna be sore in the morning.

"Ten," Law counts, slapping your other ass cheek. You squirm, hands gathered under your chest. Your face is pressed into the mattress, hair slightly covering your eyes. You can see Law's grin through the strands. He's biting his lower lip, flush spread on his scruffy cheeks.

"Nine."

He alternates slaps to either side of your stinging ass, not giving you any time to recover between each spank.

"Eight, seven, six."

He's grunting out the numbers, thrusting his hips slightly, just for the friction in his jeans. His sleeves are rolled up, shirt unbuttoned halfway down his sculpted chest. His abs clench with every swing.

"Sweetheart," he coos, halfway through, "Taking it so fucking good for me. Five."

He spanks you harsh this time, squeezing his fingers tight into the flesh of your ass. It's stinging in earnest now, and you whine.

"Four."

Ow.

"Three."

Fuck.

"Two."

Gonna--

"One."

With a gasping shriek, you cum from Law's delectable punishment. Law coos and sweettalks you through it, soothing his hands over your aching ass cheeks. "Such a sweet little slut for me."

"Law...," you croon, rocking your hips back and forth in midair. "Sweet spots again?"

Law chuckles, loving your neediness, and you hear the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You crane your neck, sitting up slightly in the soft, downy comforter strewn across his captain's bed.

"So desperate for me, aren't you, hm?" He's shrugging off his shirt, revealing tanned muscles emblazoned with his signature heart tattoo. He's your captain, your lover, your best friend.

"Love you, daddy."

He softens, slightly, flint eyes now turned to the soft, warm grey of a kitten's striped fur. You wiggle your ass, feeling the fat of it jiggle. He groans. "Such a good ass for me, huh baby? You like when I play with you like this?" His voice is husky, heavy with need.

"Uh huh!"

"Good girl."

Law stalks back toward you. Like a snow leopard stalking prey, he growls lowly in his chest. He's gonna pounce, and soon. He skims his fingertips over your already soaking folds, slick dripping down your thighs. He plays with it, sliding his fingers back and forth over your slit, before pulling away to examine the glistening shine on his hand.

"Slut," he praises you, and your breath quickens in your fluttering chest. He slurps at your juices, eyes rolling back in his head as he tastes you on his tongue. "Sweetest spot of all," he says, kneeling down behind you and out of view. You bury your face in the mattress, preparing yourself for what comes next.

"Is right here, baby."

He sucks on your clit, and sweetly. His lips are soft, with just the slightest scratch of his stubble. You squirm, already pulsing and clenching with need for more. Your first orgasm is never enough.

"Sweetheart," he gasps, sounds of skin slapping skin coming from behind you as he fucks his fist in time with his licks. "Such a sweet girl for, such a pretty girl--,"

"Law!" you squeal, rubbing backwards into his face. He speeds up, adding two fingers to pet at your entrance. He pushes them in slowly, starting to pick up the pace as he thrusts into his hand. You clutch the blankets in both fists. You're rocking back on his fingers, letting him slurp and suck at your clit like he's making out with it.

Your thighs shake, twitching uncontrollably as your doctor plays with you. Law is grunting and gasping, swiftly approaching his own high as he pleasures his baby girl. "Cum for me," he commands, hardening his fingers with Armament Haki. You shriek, covering your mouth with a fold of the blanket. Your face is buried in the bed, all senses shut out except for Law's fingers, his tongue, his snarling voice.

"I said cum."

The captain of the Heart Pirates crooks his fingers up into you, swiftly pulsing at your g-spot. He flutters them, stretches them, scissoring in and out of you as you gasp and writhe beneath his touch. So close, so close, so close, please fuck yes daddy, doctor--

"'M cumming!"

You cum with a prismatic shiver down your spine, squirting out your juices onto his bed. "S-sorry," you mumble, face heating up with shame.

Law giggles like a little kid, leaning forward to place messy kisses all along your pussy. His hands are spreading your ass cheeks apart as he coos and sweettalks your dripping ache. "So good for me, baby, don't be sorry. You did such a good job for Doctor."

"Th-thanks, daddy."

Law stands up, sliding his hand down your back. He soothes your shoulders, brushing your hair back from your face. You see him smiling down at you in kindness, in love, in adoration. He leans forward to kiss your cheek. "Love you, Lo."

You smile, turning your face into the mattress. Your body is twitchy, achey, and you want nothing more than for him to hold you. He slides into bed beside you, helping guide you into sitting up. He sits behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rock together, slightly.

"Sweet spots is a good game," you sigh, leaning your head back on his solid chest. He scritches through your hair playfully. You hum, taking in the deepest breath you've taken all day. Law clears his throat.

"Sweetheart?" He asks, voice suddenly shy, "D'ya...d'ya love me, too?"

You gasp, swiftly turning around in his arms. "Love you, Law!!!" You cover his face in kisses, making up for the fact that you didn't say it back right away. You know he's self conscious, know he's nervous, know he's never played like this with anyone else. You're special, so special, and he reminds you as often as he can.

"So much."

Law sighs, finally relaxing into the bed. He tilts his head back, letting it hit the wall. His face is serene. You trace his cheekbones with your third finger. They're flushed, slightly rough.

"Good job, daddy."

He smirks.

[fizzing-imagines]

Magic Wand | Army! Dom! Billy Hargrove x Sub! Reader

Notes: My favourite dynamic 🥰 This is filthy, so MDNI (seriously piss off), and this is my version of uploading smut without having to cut out an entire scene!!

Warnings: SMUT this is NSFW, MDNI

Words: 2.2k

"Baby, I'm home!", Billy yelled from the front door. The fact alone that he called you Baby meant that he came home without any friends. "I'm in the kitchen, daddy!", you called back. Your husband walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face, and it grew wider when he saw you cooking food. "Dinner's almost ready, you must be so hungry.", you said to him with your innocent doe-eyes. "I really am, baby." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. "Smells really good.", he added while watching what you were doing over your shoulder. "Thank you, daddy.", you said with a happy smile. Billy's compliments always felt so much better than the ones from anyone else. "Did my baby have a good day?", he kept asking. Billy wanted to know everything about you, from how your day was to your deepest, darkest secrets; and he was confident that he knew you inside and out. He was confident that he knew you better than anyone else. "I did.", you said happily. "I just had to do some vacuuming, that's all the chores for the week then." You had a sing-song voice while telling him what you did. He truly was so proud of you. "Very good job, baby. Do you want a reward after dinner?" You nodded your head happily. His rewards ranged from a shopping spree to a daytrip all the way to making you cum six times in one night. So you already got excited for what he had in mind for you. Regardless, you'd love what he had in store for you.

And you did. Once dinner was done, he took you upstairs for your suprise. He handed you a box with your reward in there. As you opened it, it was revealed to be something you've been talking about for a while - a magic wand. The only toy you ever truly wanted to try out. "Thank you, daddy!", you happily said as you fell into his arms. Billy gave a small laugh while wrapping his arms around you to hug you back. "You're welcome, baby.", he said. "Now, you know how I feel about toys. But I can't let my baby be left unsatisfied if I go on deployment." You nodded at his words, accepting his stance, then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Can I try it out while you're at work tomorrow?", you asked him with a pleading face. He had his last day of work for the week tomorrow, and it would feel unfair to him if he gave you such a gift and not let you try it out. "Yes baby, you can. But just once, okay?" He trusted you to follow the rules he set up for you. Well, there were basic ones: Eat three times a day, brush your teeth twice a day, always be honest with daddy, all pretty regular things. Now these situations were temporary and spontaneous rules, but you always did a good job following them. He was so proud that his baby listened so well to him. So naturally, you agreed to his rule with a "Yes, daddy." and your signature sweet smile.

Next day came, Billy left for work early and you followed your rules at first; eat breakfast, brush your teeth, clean up after yourself. Like a good girl, you followed your rules. As for the toy...you wanted to wait a bit to make it worth it. You can only try it for one round after all. But at around 11am, you couldn't contain your curiosity anymore. You stepped upstairs excitedly and unpacked your new toy once again. It was simple to use: Plug it into an electrical socket and push a button to make it vibrate. Your friends have told you so much about it that you were excited to try it as well. After plugging it in, you got comfortable in your bed, pull down your panties and tried out your little magic toy.

He carefully patted your back while letting you cry it out. Once your crying went down to sniffling, Billy pulled you into his hug to give you a firm squeeze. "Are you okay, baby?", he asked while looking at you. Now he was back; nice and caring. "It hurts...", you mumbled. Billy whiped the tears from your cheeks and kissed the tip of your nose. "I know baby, but punishment is never nice. Do you understand?" He put a strand if hair behind your ear and you nodded. "I understand, daddy.", you said before leaning your head against his shoulder. "I'll order us food today.", he said after a while. "How does chinese takeout sound?" It wasn't your favourite, but you didn't mind it. Billy loved it though. You didn't dare to complain today. "It sounds good.", you mumbled. He carefully laid you down on the bed, got you a glass of water and let you rest up. Before ordering, he took the magic wand and put it out of your reach for now. Again, you didn't complain.

He took the best care of you for the rest of the day, drew you a bath, applied cream to the sensitive skin on your butt and finished the chores you missed. Once it was your bedtime, he carried you to the bedroom and tucked you in. "I'll keep a very close eye on how you behave in the next few days. Do you understand why?", he asked while adjusting your pillow. "Yes, daddy, I understand.", you said. He placed a kiss on your forehead before saying "Can you explain to me why?" You nodded before saying "Because I broke rules today and you need to see if I can behave again.". Billy smiled at you while tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "That's right baby, you're so smart." You smiled back at him. "Can I make a small request, daddy?", you asked shyly. Billy raised an eyebrow and said: "That depends, you know that I might say no." It made you pout a bit, but you firmly believed that he would agree. "Can you cuddle me until I fall asleep?" Billy smiled at you before replying: "Of course baby.". He got into bed next to you and spooned you. His arms wrapped around your waist while pulling you close to him. Maybe he did it to make you feel the sting on your butt and help you remember to behave - just maybe. "Good night, baby.", he mumbled.

"Good night, daddy."

[orangflowalober]

Blessed-Cursed

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x Reader

Genre: regency au; isekai au; prince!sunghoon; princess!reader

Summary: Being Crown Princess sounds fun from a modern-day point of view, no? Wrong. Wrong on so many levels. Starting from the fact that you had fight with your hands and legs to do certain things all over to marriage. Yuck. So how do you suppose one acts when their biggest secret is revealed to someone who has the power to have you executed?

Word count: 5.3k

Warnings: sharp objects - swords, arrows, daggers; marriage; mushy stuff; implications of hunting animals; death of a bear by reader's hand; let me know if I missed anything!

Series: Enhypen Regency AU

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Spotify playlist (songs I listened to while writing / had in mind while writing) : <3

~

You didn’t want marriage.

You didn't want to rule beside another.

You wanted to be the Queen who married her nation.

…

What a dramatic way of saying that you wanted to be Elizabeth the First of this world.

Oh. Right. England doesn’t exist in this world. Or like… any other country that exists on planet Earth.

Anyway. Your name is Lim Anestasia of the Lim Kingdom. However… your real name… is y/n l/n.

You do not hail from this world and yet here you are, living in the shoes of a spoiled princess who could get anything she wanted.

Dying really do be a unique experience.

When you first opened your eyes in this body it was ten years old. You cried. You cried for so long. Women dressed in uniforms of what you assumed were maids rushed in to comfort you and help you stop crying. You couldn’t stop. You didn’t recognise anything or anyone. You don’t remember when was the last time you felt so alone. That only made you cry harder. It wasn’t until a woman with beautiful long brown hair and a worried look on her face came in, that you started to calm down even just a slight bit. After all… your brain recognised the woman as your dearest mother. You cried in her arms for a long time, but in the end… you felt so much better. Now you just pretend that day never happened.

You spent the next two weeks in a daze, looking about and recalling all the memories of your past and present life. Then you realised something. There was a whole mediaeval world out there for you to explore… yet you remain stuck within these walls of a cold and almost empty castle… So you set out back to your room and made a list.

As a Queen to be, there were some issues you wanted to settle. Making a list seemed like the right choice. You were ten now so no one would truly take you seriously and this was fine. It gave you time to plot and plan. But first… for the next few years you would indulge yourself and learn some sports you have had the wish to learn back in your day but hadn’t the opportunity to do so.

The list read:

1.      Learn how to be a brilliant archer!

2.      Learn the art of the sword!

3.      Learn how to be a great horseback rider!

4.      Teach yourself everything you can about the kingdom!

5.      Start taking interest in politics!

6.      Settle dominance so your parents don’t try to set you up at 14.

7.      Steer clear of men in general

8.      Try and turn away as many suitors as possible!

9.      More to be added

Grinning to yourself you put away the stationary and folded the paper neatly. You would hide it in your room in one of the many books you owned.

“Mother. Father.” You greeted, approaching them in the throne room, curtsying in your pale green dress.

“Anastasia,” your mother greeted with a smile gracing her face, “What brings you here my precious daughter?”

“I wish to learn archery.”

The King looked horrified.

Archery wasn’t very lady-like after all. Or any kind of sport, really.

“My dear daughter-”

Welp, you thought, time to pull out the big guns.

You stomped your foot and sniffed.

“But Father!” you yelled through the tears, “I wish to learn archery and I wish to do it NOW!”

You sniffed again and softly glared at the man on the throne who looked to be panicking.

“Of course my dearest!” he responded quickly with a wobbly smile.

Well he switched up fast you thought.

“Really?” you switched up as well, deciding to play the role of a shy child, “thank you” you whispered softly, but loud enough for your parents to hear. You curtsied and left for the library where you would read up on the history of your country.

~

As you grew older, you learned more and more.

By the time you were fifteen you mastered the bow, horseback riding and were well into practice with the sword. Your “love” for studying never faltered and you kept at it relentlessly going through tutors at break-neck speed.

When you turned eighteen, you started getting involved in the rule of your land (with the help of your parents, naturally) and continuously impressed them with your knowledge and how mature and ambitious you were. You mastered the art of the sword and started practising with daggers. It seemed fun so far.

~

Other than all of these impressive achievements, you seemed to rather… lack… in the department of social relations.

Due to the fact that you spent a lot of time either with your nose in a book or practising with a new weapon you picked up, you haven’t had the time to make good acquaintances with the children of other royal families or nobles. At most you could say that you and the prince of the Kim Kingdom were close acquaintances. Sunoo was a rather interesting character whom you had not much trouble interacting with. You even occasionally exchanged letters.

Other than him there was princess Yeji of the Hwang Kingdom, but that was limited only to the balls you both attended.

As such, you haven’t had many suitors, which worried your parents and only served to make you happier.

While you were happy as things were, your parents unfortunately were rather persistent.

“My dearest daughter,” you heard your mother sigh for the nth time that month, as you readied your arrow, “you already turned of age years ago, you must at least look for potential suitors…”

You knocked the arrow. Bullseye.

“It is not my fault all of them are too afraid to even speak to me, mother.”

“What about Sunoo then?” she asked and this time you sighed, “How does he speak so freely with you?”

“You know as well as I do that, we do not speak freely with each other. And besides, we’ve known each other for years.”

“My darling Anastasia,” your mother sighed, taking your filthy hands into hers, “for your mother’s sake,” she whispered, “please, look for a fine suitor. I know that there must be someone who will catch your eye this time. Please my darling daughter.”

She knew you were weak to her pleading. Courtesy of your close bond both with your mother in your old life and this one. You agreed.

It was the first mistake you could have made.

~

You honestly didn’t mean to sound so full of yourself when you said that you were probably the best dressed person at the ball for your birthday.

Simplicity is what will most often catch the eye of others, is something you liked to think. This time was no exception.

The dress you wore was a light pink and it reflected the light due to its shiny material. It was long and flowy, which was brilliant because it meant you could move freely, and you didn’t have to wear petticoats. You honestly did love them, but they were, oh so, impractical. The dress had a sweetheart neckline with off the shoulder sleeves. It was tightened around your waist and made your chest look bigger than it actually was, but what annoyed you was that you had to breathe rather shallowly. From the waist down the skirt flowed freely and dramatically.

As they announced your name you walked into the ball with a slight smile and nodded at the present guests before you stepped down the staircase to join the party.

You've managed to stay at the party chatting with anyone and everyone who approached you for a whole hour before your social battery completely died out and you were seconds away from starting to behave like you used to, back home. In the modern world.

“Prince Sunoo,” you spoke to the boy next to you. “Would you mind if I made a quick escape to regain my composure?” you asked with a dazzling smile.

The chubby cheeked boy next to you giggled at how direct you were.

"Why of course, princess Anastasia” he purred with a playful grin, “I shall wait for you here!"

You nodded gratefully at him and swiftly made your way through the crowd and at the back entrance into the beautiful garden your mother loved most.

Sitting down on the grey store bench in front of the small lake filled with water lilies. At least they looked like water lilies.

Sighing, you then placed your fan down onto the seat next to you and reached behind your back to pull on the string which held the corset together and took a deep breath.

Time for my annual rant session, you thought to yourself.

"Marriage" you spat bitterly, allowing yourself to go nuts with anger.

“Why do I have to marry anyone?!? Why is that so bloody important?!" you yelled into the sky, throwing your hands into the air. “Do I have to marry to be Queen?! I mean come on!”

Getting lost in your emotions you failed to realise someone was standing at the entrance of the garden, listening to every word you spoke, slowly making their way towards you.

You groaned loudly as your voice took on a sad, desperate tone.

“Mom… I miss you so much…” you sobbed, “I miss my little sister too… that annoying little stinker…” you sobbed even louder, taking your gloves off to wipe your tears away.

“I miss those stupid gatcha games too” you laughed wetly, “Cookie Run… Genshin… Honkai… both Honkai games actually…” you mumbled the last bit, picking at your freshly manicured nails.

“Why me?” you whispered, sniffing a little.

A crunch of leaves caused you to turn around from your spot on the bench, eyes wide as you faced the intruder.

The man who stood in front of you was possibly the most beautiful man you had ever seen and you knew absolutely nothing about him.

His jet black hair was in rough contrast with his pale complexion. He wore a dark blue waistcoat with golden accents and pure white pants along with knee-deep boots.

His eyes and face was what held your attention at most.

He seemed not to mind your current state, but rather… he looked worried.

You two kept looking at each other, too startled to speak.

Then you remembered what you looked like; mussed hair, undone corset, puffy face and runny nose and you weren't wearing your gloves.

“Are you alright?” he finally spoke, his rumbling and melodic voice sounding genuinely concerned about your wellbeing, extending his hand towards you.

Quickly, you scrambled to stand up, pushing your hand against your corset to keep it in place and responded to him.

“How much did you hear?”

He blinked confused, his hand stopping in its tracks.

“Pardon?”

“I asked;” your voice was high with panic now, “how much of that did you hear?” you felt as though your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

“Is that really that important right now?” a seemingly sly smile played on his lips, his hand gently taking hold of your wrist.

Your heart stuttered in your chest as you made eye contact with him.

It wasn’t simply because you felt attracted to him. On the contrary, attractive men didn't seem to make your heart skip a beat in this life. It was simple enough really; you were scared.

If he was influential enough, could he get you thrown out of the family? Would you lose everything? Again? Your heart wouldn't be able to stand that.

“P… p-please” you cussed yourself silently for stuttering, while a smile grew on his lips at your mistake, “don't… don't tell anyone!”

You yanked your hand out of his gentle hold and ran back into the castle ignoring his stare and completely forgetting about your gloves sitting on the bench.

After you had made sure you were presentable you went back to the ball room only to see that it was only just now in full swing. You took a deep breath and set off to find Sunoo.

“Princess Anastasia!” you heard someone call.

Turning around, you were met with the smiley face of the Crown Prince of the Park Kingdom.

“Prince Jay” you curtsied, extending your hand for him to take, “it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

The tall, blond man grinned as he pressed a kiss to your gloved hand.

“As it is mine Princess.”

Park “Jay” Jongseong. The Crown Prince of the Park Kingdom. He was smart, cunning and straightforward. That was not mentioning how kind and generous he was. Last you heard he was to be married soon before he assumed the throne of the Park Kingdom.

Again with the whole marriage thing…

“I must admit Princess, I only came to introduce myself and wish you a happy birthday with ulterior motives.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Oh?” you grinned playfully, resting your fan on your bare shoulder.

“I am afraid so” Jay laughed, “You see my brother is rather… shy.” he admitted awkwardly and continued, “But he really wanted to wish you a happy birthday, so I thought I would help him out.”

You smiled with soft eyes.

Jay had a younger brother. Well. “Younger” brother.

The circumstances regarding the two were rather unclear as it was never disclosed into the public eye, but the two had such a close bond it felt awful to speculate just about anything. And so, no one ever pried. The two brothers were, after all, the pride and joy of the Park Kingdom.

“How very nice of you” you hummed thinking of your younger sister in your past life.

“I do try” he smiled gently, noticing your reaction.

“Princess Anastasia,” you heard someone behind you.

As you turned around, your eyes widened scarily wide as you made eye contact with the man from the garden.

“I am Prince Sunghoon” he introduced himself with a slight bow of his head, his hand resting against where his heart was.

Lagging behind, you quickly curtsied and offered him your hand.

He took it gently, impossibility so, and pressed a feather light kiss against your knuckles, never breaking eye contact with you.

Jay, noticing what was going on, made a quiet escape leaving the two of you alone.

You were too scared and entranced with the man in front of you to notice anything.

“It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Princess.” he spoke slowly, still not letting go of your hand, but you haven’t noticed that yet.

“Likewise” you awkwardly smiled, your heart beating out of your chest in fear.

Sunghoon's eyes glinted in mischief, which caused you to shift under his piercing gaze uncomfortably.

The music which was playing in the background slowly came to a stop and the man in front of you smiled as he turned to face you.

“May I have this dance, Princess?” he asked, lifting your hand higher in the air.

Meanwhile, your brain was an absolute mess. You had no idea what was going on, what this man was plotting or what he could do if you even looked at him wrong.

He currently has the potential to have you sent away.

You couldn’t take that chance.

“Yes,” you spoke slowly, “you may.”

With a bright smile, the tall man led you over to the dance floor.

All eyes were on you as for the first time ever, you joined someone other than your father for a dance.

You were anxious and terrified.

The man opposite you stopped somewhere off the centre of the dancing area and faced you properly.

His gentle smile was throwing you off track and you couldn’t focus on anything but trying not to tick him off.

Letting go of your hand, he placed it on your waist and took your other hand, while you placed a hand on his shoulder.

His giddiness at your action didn’t miss you and it made you nervous.

“Why do you look so nervous, Princess?” he asked with a grin.

Offering him an awkward smile you responded.

“Ah, no! It’s just…” you began as the music started and Sunghoon gently pulled you into a slow waltz.

“I’ve never danced like this with anyone but my father…”

The dark haired man nodded thoughtfully.

“My mistake,” he smiled, twirling you with a mesmerising smile on his face. “I thought it had something to do with our fateful meeting in the garden.”

Had you not returned back into his arms, you are sure you would have fainted.

“Speaking of which,” he continued as if he hadn’t noticed your discomfort, “you left something back there.”

You looked up at him with panicked eyes, not noticing his blush as he recounted the events.

If he says something to someone I’m doomed! You panicked. What did I even leave?!

“I took the liberty of taking them so I could hand them to you now” he spoke, as if your whole world hasn’t turned upside down.

Plural?! You wanted to scream.

“Them?” you couldn’t help but voice.

“Yes…” he hummed bashfully, as he leaned down to whisper into your ear, “You left your gloves behind Princess…”

Cold sweat broke out all over as you remembered what that means in this world.

Much like that one scene in Jane Austen’s book "Pride and Prejudice" with Mr. Darcy and Ms. Elizabeth, touching a lady without her gloves presented an extremely intimate act in this world.

You cussed internally.

At this point, you weren’t sure if you wanted to laugh or cry.

“I will leave them in the corridor once the crowds dissipate” He continued, not minding the eyes which were trained on your forms, “You just make sure your maids find them.”

Oh, so, conveniently, the song and dance ended and Sunghoon disappeared into the crowd just as quickly as he had appeared, but not before placing another kiss on the back of your hand.

You liked to think what had happened during your birthday hasn’t affected you.

~

That is a lie.

It has.

You just pretend it didn’t.

After the dance, your mother sent you questioning glances, but you avoided them like the plague until she stopped.

There was another issue, however.

You suddenly began noticing him. And he was everywhere.

A birthday celebration of a noble? He was there.

A charity event for the children of the Lim-Kim region? He was there.

Tournament competition in arts and such? He was bloody there.

And if he could manage to sneak in a dance he would. Every. Single. Time.

At this point, the only time you didn’t see him is when you were avoiding everyone and camping out in the library or in your room.

~

As summer passed and made way for fall, the Lim Kingdom started preparing for the bi-annual Huntsmen Competition.

The bi-annual Huntsmen Competition was held by the Crown for the nobles and other royals of the lands to show off their skills and gain public favour.

A problem has risen this year though…

“We cannot hold the Competition in the Twilight Forest this year” the King announced. “The animal sources are scarce and we risk endangering the ecosystem if we continue to hunt there.”

After much begging and tantrums, he had finally let you participate in these talks. And in the competition, of course. 

I'm going to wipe the floor with those losers, you cackled internally, before focusing back onto the conversation at hand.

“... so in line with that I would recommend the Fiery Forest in the south.” one of the older councilmen huffed out.

"That wouldn't be a smart decision" you hummed in reply, looking at the map, "I propose we request the Kim Kingdom to collaborate using the Spring forests we share at our borders. Our relations are better and they won't try to use this to their advantage.”

Your father and everyone else at the table looked lost for words, before turning to the map in front of them.

“My god, she’s right!”

“Who would have thought?”

Briefly, you saw your father's proud expression as you participated in the conversation even more than before.

~

Being fashionably late is probably your favourite thing to do in this world. And as the Crown Princess, no one had the right to comment on it.

You strutted toward your tent feeling eyes on your figure. 

Why wouldn't they be staring at you anyway?

You were wearing mens attire.

The pants you wore were fitted and black, squeezing around your waist. Tucked into the pants was your favourite flowy white shirt and hanging off your hips was a majestic bastard sword. That was not to mention your favourite bow waiting for you in your tent.

As soon as it was time to set off into the forest, you took the reins of your black horse Stormy and got going when you heard the sound of the horn.

Riding on the back of the horse, you fired arrows, as soon as you caught sight of a moving hide.

By the end of it, you weren’t the best, but you were third best.

You also couldn't help but notice how Prince Sunghoon smiled the brightest when you approached the third place podium.

That was your second mistake.

~

The last time you were in a daze was when you were ten. It's been so long since then that you've forgotten just how easily the feeling creeps up on you.

“Princess Anastasia,” his gentle voice shook you out of your reverie, “It's delightful to see you again.”

You didn’t turn to face him, choosing to only lift your fan up to your face.

“Likewise” you quickly responded, finding that this time you didn’t quite find his mere presence bothersome.

The man hurried to walk in step with you.

“Princess,” he called and the title suddenly felt a lot more like a term of endearment from your past life, “you always say that, yet I feel as though you do not mean it as truthfully as I do.”

You kept quiet, wondering how you could even respond to such a claim.

“You enjoy nature I presume?” he quickly changed the subject. “It seems that every time you and I see each other it is in the gardens.” he smiled softly.

You were currently taking a break from all of the hard work you were putting into studying and practising. 

As a little treat, you thought you could visit one of the more popular gardens in the Kingdom of Lee. They were, after all, most popular for their wide arrangement of flora.

And these flowers and plants never ceased to take your breath away and heal your eyes at the same time.

“Oh… yes, I suppose I do…” you hummed, “It’s rather… calming. I feel at ease to think and the colours soothe my eyes.”

The beautiful man next to you nodded and hummed, looking at you as if encouraging you to speak more.

“You see, I do enjoy reading all the books our library has to offer, but my eyes do hurt after spending too much time in my study…”

“You have your own study?” he asked with an intrigued spark in his eyes.

When you looked at him, you were taken aback by the sheer boyishness radiating from that expression, that you felt the back of your neck heat up.

“I-” you stuttered, “I do. I mean-” you turned away from him swiftly to catch yourself, “As the future Queen, I must ready myself for the incoming troubles of ruling the Kingdom and be a respectable ruler.” you explained.

His head cocked to the side, almost reminiscent of a pupper.

“You do not plan on sharing those burdens with anyone?”

You eyed him.

“You mean marriage?” you spat out the last word venomously. “I will refuse it for as long as I can. Besides,” you huffed, forgetting yourself, “it’s not like I met anyone worthy of marrying me.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

A snort sounded from next to you and you turned startled towards Prince Sunghoon. He held his hand up to his mouth, eyes wrinkled into crescents and he was slightly turned away from you.

“I-” he laughed lightly, his face twisted to make room for his wide smile, “I do not mean to laugh at your- It is only- the delivery-” he kept giggling, unable to finish a single thought.

You only stared at him in awe, your opinion of him changing subconsciously.

“You Highness, Prince Sunghoon,” a butler called from behind you, “Your brother has requested your presence back in the castle.”

“I will be right there Ian,” he said, before turning to look at you, with an impossibly tender look in his eye, “I hope we see each other like this again” he spoke as he took your hand to place a kiss on it, “I had a great time and I hope you did too.”

And then he left.

It felt like a part of you left as well.

~

You have found yourself caught up in Prince Sunghoon’s- or rather, as he insists- Sunghoon’s arms, interlocked into the second dance of tonight.

The ball was a celebration of the spring solstice.

How you ended up in the dark-haired prince’s arms you also couldn’t quite remember.

You also didn’t realise just how funny he was whenever he talked back and you never realised your love for bickering. 

You were having the time of your life.

People were sending you odd looks, seeing you enjoying yourself with the second Park son, seeing as you only ever spent time with the youngest Kim prince and even that was reserved.

But now, you were giggling, laughing and you just couldn’t keep your mouth shut.

Another plus to having Sunghoon’s company: no one was approaching you for mindless small-talk and mentions of marriage.

The Lee castle was beautiful but…

“I heard the Lee’s have the most beautiful garden…” Sunghoon told you with a mischievous sparkle in his eye.

He didn’t have to finish his thought. You already knew what he meant as he extended to you and you accepted it without another word.

Your baby blue dress fluttered behind you as you walked down the halls with Sunghoon, both of your shoes clacking against the marble flooring.

The dress had a deep V-neck and the sleeves extended past your hands, although it added to the snowy princess look.

This time, the maids took extra precaution to cinch your corset and if you couldn’t breathe then, you certainly couldn’t now that you saw the garden.

The snow had freshly melted and there were faint traces of buds all over the trees and plants.

But most of all the night sky seemed to take the cake.

“The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn’t it?”

You turned towards the man who had made your night.

Sunghoon was not looking at the moon. His eyes looked as if someone had stolen all the affection in the world and put it in his eyes.

He looked beautiful being bathed in the moonlight. His pale shin was seemingly illuminated by the moonshine, a perfect contrast to his all-black attire.

“My…” you began, your head feeling as if it was stuffed full of cotton, “My real name is y/n.” you spoke before you could realise what you just said.

He looked stunned.

Then his hold on your hand tightened as suddenly words started tumbling out, past his soft lips, explaining his predicament in his family and his relationship with them.

He looked so vulnerable. You thought you looked the same way as well.

You pulled your hand back, out of his gentle hold, and he looked as if you had ripped his heart out of his chest. You merely pulled your gloves off, threw them somewhere behind you (which had pulled out a choked laugh from him) and you raised your arms to wipe the tears from his glass-like face.

He shuddered feeling your skin on his face and you shivered feeling his breath against your hands.

“I’m sorry” he let out as he enveloped you in a passionate embrace.

This, after all, was not appropriate for two people who weren’t engaged to be married.

~

The bi-annual Huntsmen Competition in the spring was, oddly enough, the most anticipated event of the season.

You supposed it had something to do with your appearance.

Hence, you practising day and night, night and day, to attempt to get the first place this time around.

Also, you knew Sunghoon was participating in this event and you want to impress him-

Ah right.

It is too early for the list of participants to have some out, so… how do you know?

Truth is, Sunghoon himself told you.

A development which had happened since the Spring Solstice Ball was that you and Sunghoon had started exchanging letters with what was going on in your lives lately.

It made you unnecessarily giddy and you couldn’t hide this from your nosy mother who realised you were getting letters every other day as opposed to once every two to three months.

She was, needless to say, thrilled.

But that wasn’t important right now.

What was important was winning the competition to impress Sunghoon- no y/n stop.

This time around, the senators decided to change things up a little: they added an animal which automatically secures the huntsman first place. The animal in question is a grizzly bear. Yeah. A grizzly. It surprised you too. 

You were hoping to catch the biggest fish.

Also, this time you planned on showing up in a proper fancy riding outfit, fit to a prince.

You were rather petty like that. And your ass looked brilliant in those pants.

You seriously didn’t have enough opportunities to wear trousers.

~

Arriving late, you hopped off your inky black horse, feeling eyes on your form once again.

You wore tight white pants with a sporty waistcoat with gold and dark blue accents. And you felt magnificent holding your sword at your hip.

Subconsciously, your eyes wandered, looking for a particular someone, but you couldn’t see him. A frown tugged at your lips, but you quickly stopped it and smiled as you usually would, making your way to your tent to get ready.

~

By the time you had gone into the forest you still didn’t get to see a particular someone’s endearing smile and dimples.

Hunting brought you more peace than you thought it could. You languidly shot at moving animals - birds mostly- and looked for the grizzly. 

Why draw something out for longer than it should be?

You were lost in your own head when you heard a scream.

Quickly you turned your horse around and towards the scream. 

You were surprised, however, when you ran into Sungoon, appearance dishevelled, leaves and small sticks stuck in his hair and clothes, horse gone.

Looking him in the eye, you saw him breathing heavily, eyes wide in fear, before he flinched at the loud roar the bear behind him let out.

Before you could even realise what had happened, you drew your bow and knocked four arrows at the bear and it fell over with a cry.

You and Sunghoon though, just gazed at each other. He stared at you as if you had just promised him the world, and you, from your position on your horse, bow still in hand, looked at him as if he had just told you the secrets of the whole world.

You were startled from your romantic gazing when a horn sounded, both of you looking in the direction of the trees.

“Marry me” you said before you thought better of it.

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To say that this bi-annual Huntsmen Competition had the best ending party yet, would be an understatement. 

Everyone danced and drank as you happily held hands with Sunghoon, right in the centre of everything, celebrating what would be the best event of this life yet.

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