#q; The Perfect Surprise

[cherryeoo]

The Perfect Surprise

Glancing up at the large digital clock on the wall, you realized it was time to leave. Smiling, you quickly made your way to the back, untied your apron, and untucked your shirt, letting out a breath of relief. Grabbing your things, you clocked out and dashed to your car. As you pulled your phone out of your purse, you texted your boyfriend of four years to let him know you were heading home to freshen up.

Sliding into the driver's seat and buckling your seatbelt, you heard your phone chime. The message on the screen read: "I'll see you shortly. Be safe. I love you." Smiling, you placed your phone back in your purse and started the car. The upbeat sound of EXO's latest track, "Run," filled the space, and you couldn't help but sing along, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel as excitement bubbled within you.

When you pulled into the driveway, you turned off the engine and hurried inside. You'd already laid out your outfit before work, so getting ready was quick. Satisfied with your look, you fixed your hair just in time to hear your boyfriend calling from downstairs. Grinning, you stepped out of the bathroom and rushed down to greet him.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, you threw yourself into his arms, wrapping him in a tight hug. His long arms encircled your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground as he spun you in playful circles. The sound of your laughter mixed with his as he buried his face in your neck.

"I missed you," Luhan said, smiling down at you.

"Luhan, you saw me this morning!" you teased, giggling.

He cupped your face in his warm hands and kissed you gently. "I know, but it's been too long anyway."

His kiss sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, just like it always did. Smiling, you placed your hands on his chest and leaned up to peck his lips again. "I missed you too. So... where are we going?"

"It's a secret," he replied with a mischievous grin, pulling out a sleek black blindfold and dangling it in front of you.

"Oh no, you're not putting that on me!" you exclaimed, shaking your head and backing away.

"Please, baby. For me?" he pleaded, his big brown eyes sparkling with aegyo.

You sighed in defeat, grabbing the blindfold from his hand. "Fine, but not until we're close to wherever you're taking me."

"Deal. By the way, you look beautiful." He beamed before pulling you into another warm hug, lifting you off your feet again.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself," you teased, admiring his outfit—a white button-down with the top buttons undone, revealing a fitted tank underneath, paired with black jeans and matching Converse. Coincidentally, you were wearing the same sneakers he'd given you for Christmas, paired with jean shorts and an off-the-shoulder white top that complimented your frame.

Hand in hand, the two of you walked out to his car. Ever the gentleman, Luhan opened the passenger door for you before slipping into the driver's seat. As he started the car, Ed Sheeran's "Kiss Me" began to play.

You leaned back against the seat, letting the melody wash over you, and smiled as Luhan began singing along. His voice, soft and soulful, never failed to send chills down your spine. Toward the end of the song, he glanced at you, catching your gaze with a shy smile. You couldn't help but blush and look away.

After what felt like a short drive, Luhan slowed the car and turned to you. "Alright, we're almost there. Time for the blindfold."

"Really?" you whined, hoping to talk your way out of it.

"A promise is a promise," he reminded you, giving you a playful look.

Reluctantly, you tied the blindfold over your eyes, ensuring it was snug but not uncomfortable. As the car moved again, you tried to focus on the sounds and smells around you, hoping to figure out where he was taking you. Eventually, the soothing music lulled you into a light nap.

When the car came to a stop, Luhan gently shook you awake. You felt him unbuckle your seatbelt and help you out of the car, steadying you when your foot caught the curb.

"Luhan?" you called softly, feeling a momentary pang of worry as he let go of your hand.

"I'm right here," he reassured you, grabbing your hands again. "Just a little longer."

He led you inside a building, the familiar aroma of coffee, chocolate, and cinnamon teasing your senses. You smiled, suddenly recognizing the smell of your favorite café—the very place where you and Luhan had met and had your first date.

"Ready?" Luhan whispered, his hands resting on the knot of the blindfold.

"Ready," you said softly.

As he removed the blindfold, you blinked a few times, letting your eyes adjust. The café had been transformed into a cozy, intimate party space. Decorations in your favorite color adorned the walls, and a table at the back was piled high with colorfully wrapped presents. A beautifully decorated cake sat in the center, flanked by plates, forks, and a serving knife.

Before you could take it all in, the rest of EXO emerged from the back room, clapping and singing "Happy Birthday." Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold back your emotions, but the love and thoughtfulness of it all overwhelmed you.

Luhan stepped in front of you, his face filled with concern. "Hey, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"These are happy tears," you managed to say, laughing softly as you wiped your cheeks. "This is perfect—better than I could've ever imagined. Thank you."

Relieved, Luhan pulled you into a warm embrace, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. "I'm glad you like it."

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, cake, and heartfelt conversations. Each gift you opened brought more joy, and you made sure to thank everyone for being there despite their busy schedules. As you sat back with Luhan, sipping your favorite coffee, you looked around at the people who had become like family to you.

Luhan wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. "So... did I do a good job?" he asked, his voice laced with anticipation.

"You did more than good," you said, leaning into him. "This is the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you, Luhan. I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As you rested against him, surrounded by love and laughter, you knew this would be a day you'd cherish forever.

[emperordinozenmon]

Celebration

A little something for y'all

Cube’s end-of-the-year party was a bizarre event shrouded in mystery, a legend whispered about in hushed voices among trainees and industry insiders. No one outside its invite list had ever confirmed what went on inside, but that didn’t stop the rumors from spreading like wildfire.

Your friend group had spent years speculating, each person pitching their own wildly different theory. You leaned toward the idea that it was some kind of exclusive, over-the-top karaoke party where idols got blackout drunk and embarrassed themselves in front of their seniors. Nathan suggested a big aphrodisiac induced orgy where idols and staff let off steam and fucked rapaciously. Danny swore up and down that it was a cosplay event, where the biggest names in K-pop dressed up as anime characters and took part in elaborate skits. And Q—well, Q liked to claim it was an annual ritual sacrifice, though whether he actually believed that or was just being Q was anyone’s guess.

It had always been harmless fun, something to gossip about late at night when you were all exhausted from work and just hanging out and needed a distraction. Until now.

The door burst open, and Nate strode in, looking equal parts exhilarated and overwhelmed. He ran a hand through his hair as he shut the door behind him, as if he needed to physically close himself off from whatever whirlwind had just hit him.

“Guys,” he started, breathless, his eyes flicking between you. “You’ll never believe what I got invites for.”

Q scoffed, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “What, the Cube end-of-the-year party?” he said, grinning. “Nice try, Nate.”

The air in the room shifted when Nate didn’t immediately laugh or roll his eyes. Instead, his face went completely still, his hands tightening around the strap of his bag.

“Wait…” he said slowly, voice deadly serious. “How did you know?”

A silence settled over the room, thick and unnatural. You felt your pulse pick up as you and the others exchanged glances.

Dani leaned forward. “Nate,” she said carefully, as if afraid of spooking him, “you’re joking, right?”

But he wasn’t. You could see it in his face.

He swallowed hard. “No,” he said. “I got us invites. All of us.”

The words sat heavy in the air. For years, the Cube party had been nothing more than an untouchable myth, a fun mystery to poke at from a safe distance. But now, the distance was gone.

“How did you nail that?” you ask.

Nathan blushed and said, “well there's been thig girl I have been Nailing,” he stammered before he said. “Her name is Nayoung.” the name reminds you of something buy you can't place why. Regardless you were excited to go.

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Over the next few days, Nate drip-fed information about the party to the rest of you, each new detail adding another layer to the mystery. The most surprising revelation came from Nayoung—apparently, the party was both costume and karaoke-themed. That, at least, explained the secrecy. If a single photo of top idols drunkenly belting out power ballads while dressed in ridiculous outfits got out, it would be chaos.

With that in mind, you and Dani wasted no time in deciding on your costumes: Persona protagonists. The moment Q heard, he took it upon himself to make sure your outfits were perfect.

“Alright, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right,” he declared, cracking his knuckles like a man preparing for battle.

You hadn’t expected him to be so skilled at costuming, but over the next few days, he guided you and Dani through every step of the process—choosing fabrics, cutting out patterns, even distressing certain parts to make them look more authentic. Watching him work, you realized he had a real talent for it.

“You’re scarily good at this, Q,” Dani said one evening, watching as he sewed intricate silver buttons onto your jacket with precise, practiced hands.

Q shrugged, eyes focused on his work. “I used to help my sister with cosplay when we were younger. And, y’know, I have to live vicariously through you two since my costume options are limited.”

Neither of you missed the way his tone dipped slightly at the end. It was an unspoken reality—Q’s darker complexion and broad frame meant that many of the characters he admired weren’t ones he could easily portray, at least not without running into criticism. But instead of letting it get to him, he poured his enthusiasm into helping you and Dani.

By the time the night of the party arrived, you, Dani, Nate, and Eraqus were ready.

The four of you stood outside the venue, a sleek, high-end building that didn’t look like the kind of place where chaotic karaoke and costumed idols would be running around. You adjusted your jacket, trying to shake off the nerves, while Dani smoothed down her gloves. Nate was already bouncing on his heels, the anticipation buzzing off him in waves, while Eraqus stood a little more stiffly, scanning the entrance like he half-expected security to turn you all away.

Then, the doors swung open, and a tiny blonde woman stepped out. You barely had time to process her sharp eyes and confident stance before she grabbed Nate by the collar and kissed him, right there in front of all of you.

Your jaw dropped. “Oh.”

It all made sense in an instant.

When she finally pulled away, Nayoung turned her attention to the rest of you, a smirk playing on her lips. “You guys look great,” she said, giving you all a quick once-over. “Now get in. Before someone sees you.”

She stepped aside, motioning for you to follow, and just like that, the four of you were stepping into the legendary Cube end-of-the-year party—where, for better or worse, the mystery was about to unravel.

The party was already in full swing by the time you stepped inside. The air buzzed with energy—idols in elaborate costumes laughing over drinks, half-shouted conversations competing with the pounding bass of a remix that someone had taken too seriously. Neon lights flickered in hypnotic patterns against the walls, casting shifting shadows over the chaotic mix of people.

Eraqus (Q) quickly found himself enmeshed between a couple of well known idols praising his zombie costume.

“Wow those exposed ribs are so good how did you do that?” Chowon from Lightsum asked asked.

“How did you find glowing contacts?” Sakura of le Sserafim asked.

“Ah well you know…” Eraqus stammered not used to all the attention. While this was going on you couldn't sense the encroaching presence behind you

You barely had time to take it all in before someone appeared beside you, slipping into your personal space so smoothly you almost didn’t notice until she spoke.

“You clean up well.”

You turned your head and found yourself face-to-face with Karina.

She looked effortlessly cool, dressed in a sleek, all-black ensemble that could have been a costume or just an excuse to look devastatingly good. The sharp contrast of dark fabric against her fair skin made her seem even more striking under the shifting lights.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh—”

Her lips quirked up at the corner, amused at your hesitation. “Yu Narakami the Persona protagonist, right?” She reached out, barely brushing the lapel of your jacket between her fingers before letting go. “Nice choice. Thought I was the only one who cared about good taste.”

Your brain scrambled to keep up. You had never really spoken to her before—at most, you’d been in the same rooms during fan events, maybe exchanged a polite nod in passing. But now, here she was, looking at you like you were the only person worth talking to in the room.

“Thanks,” you finally managed, fighting to sound casual. “Didn’t think anyone here would notice.”

Karina hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Oh, I notice a lot of things.”

Before you could figure out what that meant, she took a step closer, her voice dropping just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “How about you ditch your friends for a bit?”

You hesitated, glancing over your shoulder where Dani and Ersque were deep in conversation, completely oblivious. Nate was off somewhere with Nayoung. No one was paying attention to you.

Karina smirked, reading your hesitation like an open book. She leaned in, just close enough that you could smell the faint trace of perfume clinging to her skin.

“Come on,” she murmured, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Let’s have some real fun.”

Then, before you even had a chance to agree—or process what was happening—she took your hand, lacing her fingers through yours, and tugged you deeper into the party.

And just like that, you were gone.

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Karina led you through the maze of hallways until she found an empty practice room, slipping inside without hesitation. The moment the door shut behind you, the noise of the party outside became a distant hum, leaving just the two of you in the dimly lit space.

She turned to face you, her expression unreadable for a moment, before a small, playful smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

“So,” she said, leaning against the mirror with her arms crossed, studying you with open curiosity. “Which Persona is your favorite?”

Her eyes gleamed, pupils slightly dilated—not just from intrigue but something deeper, something hungrier.

You hesitated for half a second before answering, “Persona 4. I had a similar experience when I was younger.”

Karina arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Oh? You fought demons and gods in a shadow world?” she teased, tilting her head slightly.

You huffed out a small laugh, shaking your head. “That’s not what I meant… I had to spend a full school year with extended family because my parents were having issues.”

Her teasing expression softened, her gaze turning more thoughtful. “Where at?”

You shrugged, answering offhandedly, “Oh, [redacted].”

The reaction was immediate. Karina’s eyes went wide—wider than before, not with curiosity but with something bordering on shock. Her posture stiffened, her body leaning forward slightly, as if she needed to be closer to confirm what she was hearing.

“No way,” she breathed, searching your face with sudden urgency. “I went to [redacted] too. What year?”

Your brows furrowed, a flicker of confusion passing over you. “Uh… 20XX.”

Karina gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Wait—” Her voice caught, her breath hitching as realization dawned in her expression. “Ace?”

Your entire body locked up. Your pulse pounded in your ears as your brain scrambled to catch up.

She knew.

She knew.

Your eyes widened, the breath stolen from your lungs as everything snapped into place.

“Yu???”

The name tumbled from your lips before you could stop it, the childhood memory flooding back in full force.

The long afternoons spent wandering the quiet town, the laughter shared over convenience store snacks, the whispered conversations about dreams and fears, the silent understanding that had always existed between you—until life had pulled you apart.

Karina—Yu—stood there, her face a perfect mix of shock, nostalgia, and something even deeper, something raw.

Neither of you moved for a moment. The air in the room was thick with tension, an electric charge crackling between you like a live wire.

Then, before you could second-guess yourself, you reached for her.

She met you halfway, surging forward as your lips crashed together in a desperate, almost frantic kiss. Karina made a soft, breathy noise against your mouth, her hands gripping the front of your jacket as if she was afraid you might disappear again.

You felt her hunger, her longing, the years of separation dissolving in the heat between you.

“I missed you so much,” she whimpered against your lips, her voice trembling with emotion.

You pulled back just enough to look at her, your forehead resting against hers, trying to ground yourself in the reality of the moment.

“Holy hell, Yu,” you murmured, your hands cupping her face, your thumbs brushing against her flushed cheeks. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

She swallowed hard, her fingers tightening against you as if she was afraid to let go.

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“Well,” she whispered, her breath fanning against your lips, her voice barely above a murmur, “you found me.”

Her eyes shimmered with something between teasing amusement and deep, unfiltered joy. The kind of joy that only came from reconnecting with someone who had once been your whole world. Her fingers traced light, ghosting touches along your jaw, as if she were memorizing the feel of you all over again.

A slow smile spread across your face before you leaned in, capturing her lips once more. The second kiss was softer, more intentional—less of a desperate reunion and more of a lingering promise. Her lips felt just as you remembered, warm and inviting, but now there was a sweetness to them that hadn’t been there before. Maybe it was her lipstick, or maybe it was just her.

Emboldened, you gently nipped at her bottom lip, earning a surprised, breathy laugh against your mouth.

“Okay,” she murmured, her forehead resting against yours, “as much as I love this, I gotta ask… what are you doing now?”

You exhaled a small chuckle, still a little lost in her touch, before pulling back slightly. “I’m a stuntman and stunt coordinator now. Director too, for some projects. The last one we worked on was Train to Busan III.”

Karina’s eyes widened so much you were worried they might pop out of her skull.

“No way!” she gasped, pushing against your chest lightly as if to confirm you were real. “You—what?! That’s amazing!”

Her excitement was contagious, and you felt heat creep up your neck at the way she looked at you—like she was genuinely proud.

“I remember how obsessed you were with Taekwondo when we were kids,” she continued, her fingers now absentmindedly tracing patterns on your sleeve. “You were always practicing, always trying to perfect your form… and now you’re actually doing something huge with it. I love that.”

You shrugged, trying to play it off, but her enthusiasm made your chest feel light.

Then, with a cheeky glint in her eye, she smirked and nudged you. “So, think you could get me a role as an action heroine? I am a rocket puncher, after all.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I don’t know, Yu… I haven’t seen you in six years. Might be a little rusty.”

Karina let out an exaggerated gasp, her hand flying to her chest as if you had wounded her. “Wow. Abandon me for six years and then insult my skills? Unbelievable.”

Her pout was devastating, and you immediately felt bad—not that you weren’t enjoying the way she was hamming it up.

You sighed dramatically, then softened. “Alright, alright. I might be able to pull some strings,” you conceded, and she grinned victoriously.

“But enough about me,” you added, giving her a look. “You’re, like, a world-famous idol now. That’s insane.”

Karina smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder in mock arrogance. “Yeah, I’m pretty savage, right?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips. Without thinking, you leaned in and kissed her nose.

Karina blinked, stunned for half a second before a warm, slightly bashful smile took over her features. Her hands curled against your chest as she tilted her head, gazing up at you.

“So…” she murmured, quieter now, her voice holding something a little more vulnerable. “Are you back forever? Or is this just a visit?”

The weight of her question settled between you, the unspoken hope lingering in her eyes.

You reached up, gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, your thumb brushing against her cheek.

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted honestly, watching as something flickered across her expression.

Karina studied you for a moment before exhaling softly, then resting her head against your chest. “Well… I hope you stay,” she whispered.

You wrapped your arms around her, holding her close, breathing her in.

“Me too,” you murmured, meaning every word.

While you and Karina were lost in your own world, elsewhere in the building, Eraqus was being dragged through the dimly lit hallways by none other than Magenta from QWER, whose mischievous grin practically glowed in the dark.

“Magenta,” Eraqus hissed, glancing around as they weaved between corners, avoiding wandering partygoers. “Why are we sneaking? You do realize you’re famous, right? You literally can just walk places.”

Magenta turned, still moving backward like some kind of rogue in a heist film. “Shhh, Eraqus, you’ve gotta commit to the bit.”

“What bit?”

“The vibe of sneaking! It makes things more exciting.”

Eraqus pinched the bridge of his nose but followed anyway, resigned to the fact that Magenta operated on a wavelength no one else did.

“Why are we even looking for a practice room?” he asked.

Magenta shrugged. “To talk.”

“You dragged me through this whole building like we’re infiltrating a government facility just to talk?”

“Exactly,” Magenta replied, completely unbothered.

Eventually, they stopped in front of a practice room door, and Magenta leaned in dramatically, pressing an ear against the wood. Eraqus, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow.

“Magenta, I swear if someone is in there—”

Ignoring him, Magenta slowly—oh-so-slowly—turned the doorknob and peeked inside. Then, with all the grace of a cartoon character, Magenta took a single step in, turned to Eraqus, and whispered, “Oh, yeah, someone’s in there.”

Eraqus groaned. “I told you—”

Before he could finish, Karina’s sharp voice cut through the room.

“…Are you two gonna stand there and gawk, or do you wanna come in?”

Eraqus grimaced and finally stepped into the room to see Karina still nestled comfortably against you, both of you staring at the intruders with varying degrees of amusement.

Magenta blinked, then grinned. “Ohhh, we totally interrupted something, huh?”

Karina sighed dramatically but didn’t move from your side. “A little, yeah.”

“We’re so sorry,” Magenta continued, not looking sorry at all. “Should we leave? I feel like we should leave. Eraqus, should we leave?”

Eraqus, who was already turning to walk out, nodded. “Yeah, I think we should.”

Before they could escape, you waved them off. “Nah, it’s fine. You guys can stay.”

Eraqus hesitated. “…Are you sure? We really don’t wanna intrude.”

Karina rolled her eyes but smiled. “Just sit down before Magenta gets another idea to sneak into someone else’s room.”

Magenta gasped in mock offense. “I would never—okay, I would. But that’s beside the point.”

With that, the four of you settled onto the floor, forming a loose circle. There was a beat of silence before Magenta, ever the instigator, grinned and leaned forward.

“So… you two childhood lovers reunited by fate or something?”

Karina scoffed, but her cheeks warmed slightly. “Would you believe me if I said yes?”

Eraqus, who had taken one glance at the way you two had been sitting when they walked in, deadpanned, “Yes.”

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around Karina’s shoulders as she nestled in a little closer. “Yeah, turns out we knew each other as kids.”

Magenta gasped, hands clutched over their chest. “That’s adorable.”

For a moment, the conversation drifted, with Karina and Magenta comparing industry horror stories, Eraqus chiming in with his usual dry wit, and you just sitting there, enjoying the moment. The tension from earlier melted away, replaced by something lighter, easier.

Eventually, Magenta stretched dramatically, flopping against Eraqus, who let out a long-suffering sigh but didn’t push them off.

“This is kinda nice,” Magenta mused. “Just… sitting and talking.”

Karina hummed in agreement, her fingers lazily tracing patterns against your knee. “Yeah, it is.”

Eraqus, always the pragmatic one, muttered, “I still don’t know why we had to sneak here.”

Magenta cackled. “Because it made for a way better story, obviously.”

Everyone laughed, the room filled with an easy warmth. And for the first time that night, it felt like the world outside didn’t matter—just the four of you, lost in the comfort of old and new friendships, in a quiet little room where, for a moment, time didn’t exist.

As the conversation lulled, Eraqus stretched his arms over his head, letting out a dramatic sigh. “You know, for all the mystery and hype, this party is… kinda cute,” he mused. “I was fully expecting chanting, ritual sacrifices—maybe even a secret underground fight club or something.”

Magenta snorted. “Right? With the way people talk about it, I thought we’d at least have to swear an oath of secrecy.”

Karina, who had been lazily tracing circles on your knee, perked up at that, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Oh no, that’s SM’s flow,” she said, her tone casual but far too knowing. “They bring in a bunch of boys for the female idols to pick from so they can blow off steam the whole night.”

Eraqus and Magenta froze.

A long, stunned silence filled the room as their expressions contorted into a mix of horror and disbelief. Magenta’s jaw practically hit the floor, while Eraqus blinked rapidly as if trying to reboot his entire thought process.

“…You’re joking,” Eraqus finally said, voice wary.

Karina held his gaze for a beat longer, face completely serious—then she cracked, bursting into laughter. “Oh my God, the look on your faces!” She clutched her stomach as she doubled over, shaking with laughter.

Magenta smacked Eraqus’s arm. “Dude, I believed her! My soul left my body for a second!”

Eraqus, still recovering, rubbed his face. “You can’t just say things like that, Karina!”

Watching them lose their minds, you couldn’t help but chuckle, shaking your head fondly before turning to Karina. “God, I missed you.”

She tilted her head up at you, her laughter softening into something more tender. Her fingers curled lightly around your wrist as she murmured, “Well, I missed you more.”

The teasing bickering between Magenta and Eraqus faded into the background for a moment as you and Karina just sat there, basking in the warmth of familiarity.

Eraqus, regaining his composure, finally exhaled. “Alright, I think I’ve had enough emotional whiplash for one night.”

Magenta, still fanning themselves dramatically, nodded. “Same. But I gotta admit, this is way better than a ritual sacrifice.”

Karina grinned. “Glad I could keep things entertaining.”

You squeezed her hand gently, meeting her gaze. “You always do.”

And just like that, the four of you fell back into easy conversation, laughter echoing through the practice room, turning what was supposed to be a legendary, mysterious party into something even better—something simple, warm, and unforgettable.

[itsnesss]

𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

OO1. OO2. OO3.

summary | during a weekend getaway, unspoken tension between you and minho comes to a head despite his relationship. a stolen kiss leaves you conflicted, torn between your feelings and doing what’s right

warnings | fluff, infidelity, tension, kisses, emotional conflict

word count | 1.6 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The invitation arrived unexpectedly at night. You were about to finish your tasks when your phone buzzed with a message in the group chat you shared with your friends.

Min Ho: "Hey, losers. This weekend, I’m inviting you to my dad’s cabin. Before you start making pathetic plans, confirm who’s coming. It’s going to be epic."

You stared at the message, surprised. Min Ho didn’t usually organize things like this… or at least, he didn’t invite everyone. Yuri was the first to reply.

Yuri: "Of course, we’re coming! Although I can’t believe you’re being generous. Is this a joke?"

Juliana: "I’m in! I wouldn’t miss it!"

Q: "Count me in."

Then, a message from Stella, his girlfriend, appeared.

Stella: "It’ll be fun. 💕"

For a moment, you hesitated. There was something about the idea of spending a weekend with Min Ho that made you feel… nervous. For months, there had been this strange tension between you two: glances that lasted longer than they should, little jokes only you understood, and an electricity you tried to ignore. But he had a girlfriend. And you weren’t that kind of person.

Still, you finally typed: "I’m in."

Min Ho: "Good choice. See you Friday at 5 PM. Don’t be late.

The weekend came quickly. Everyone gathered in the KISS parking lot, where Min Ho waited with his cars. Stella took the passenger seat, and you ended up in the back, squeezed between Yuri and Juliana. During the ride, Min Ho drove with a confidence that was as infuriating as it was attractive, throwing sarcastic comments that seemed aimed directly at you.

"Ready for the best weekend of your life?" he asked, briefly glancing back at you with a smug grin.

"I don’t know, Min Ho. You’ll have to try really hard to impress me," you replied, crossing your arms.

The "cabin" turned out to be a luxury villa in the middle of the forest, with huge windows, modern furniture, and a lake view straight out of a postcard. "Welcome to paradise," Min Ho said, spreading his arms wide.

The afternoon passed with board games, walks by the lake, and laughter. Stella was more interested in her phone than the group, leaving Min Ho free to talk to you more than he should have. His comments seemed harmless, but there was something in his tone and the way he looked at you that made your heart beat faster than usual.

When night fell, Yuri suggested using the outdoor jacuzzi. "It’s the perfect way to end the day!"

"I hope you all brought decent swimsuits," Min Ho said, throwing you a teasing look.

"I hope you talk less," you shot back, meeting his gaze.

The jacuzzi was surrounded by warm lights that gave the garden a tranquil atmosphere. Everyone got in, laughing, and for a while, you managed to relax. Min Ho, as always, dominated the conversation with exaggerated stories, but his eyes kept finding yours. That invisible connection you’d both been ignoring was there, growing stronger by the minute.

One by one, your friends began to leave the jacuzzi. Yuri and Juliana were the first, saying they were cold. Then Q, who yawned dramatically before saying goodnight. Finally, Stella said, "I’m going to bed, love. Don’t stay too long," planting a kiss on Min Ho’s cheek before disappearing into the villa.

Now, you were alone with him. You tried to focus on the starry sky, but the silence between you was too heavy. Finally, Min Ho broke the ice.

"Why do you always do that?"

You turned to him, confused. "Do what?"

"Pretend like nothing matters to you," he said, leaning against the edge of the jacuzzi as he stared at you.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Min Ho," you replied, crossing your arms.

"Yes, you do," he insisted, with that infuriating smile that made your heart race and drove you crazy at the same time.

"If you’re looking for a fight, find someone else," you retorted, turning your gaze back to the water.

But he didn’t back down. "I’m not looking for a fight. I just want to understand why you act like you don’t feel the same way I do."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Min Ho, you have a girlfriend."

"That doesn’t answer my question," he said, leaning a little closer to you.

You looked him straight in the eye, trying to stay calm. "Because it doesn’t make sense, Min Ho. We’re different. You’re… you. And I don’t want complications."

"Complications?" he repeated, as if he couldn’t believe it. "Is that what you think I am?"

"No," you admitted softly. "But all of this would be. I don’t want to be the reason someone gets hurt."

For a moment, Min Ho didn’t say anything. He just looked at you, a mix of frustration and something else in his eyes. Finally, he spoke. "Do you know what your problem is? You always try to do the right thing, even when it’s not what you want."

"And that’s a bad thing, according to you?" you replied, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but…" he began, then stopped. He sighed, as if he was about to confess something important. "I’ve been trying to ignore this for months. But every time I’m near you, it’s like nothing else exists."

His words left you breathless. You wanted to say something, but the words didn’t come. And then, before you could think about what you were doing, his lips were on yours.

The kiss was slow, intense, and full of everything you both had been holding back. His hands gently cupped your face, while the world around you seemed to disappear. But just as you were starting to lose yourself in the moment, reality hit you like a bucket of cold water.

You pulled away abruptly, your heart pounding. "This shouldn’t have happened," you said, moving away from him.

Min Ho looked at you, confused. "Why not?"

"Because you have a girlfriend, Min Ho. Stella trusts you. I can’t be that person."

"And what about what I feel? Or what you feel?" he asked, his voice softer this time.

"That doesn’t matter. It can’t matter," you whispered, your eyes filled with a sadness you couldn’t hide.

You quickly got up, wrapping the towel around your body. "I’m sorry, but this isn’t right."

Without waiting for a response, you walked back to the villa, leaving Min Ho alone. His words, and the warmth of his kiss, echoed in your mind as you walked away. This shouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t happen. And yet, a part of you wished things were different.

[kawhh]

Your normal and healthy luke blurb gave me ideas. Because what if.....quinny n Jack end up getting obsessed with his sweet gf? Since Luke won't make sure she is safe all of the time, THEY will. Luke's out with friends but you had mentioned going to this cafe for lunch? Jack was just thinking about the same thing! Quinny is suffering all the way in Vancouver while he watches Jack take care of you and, in his words, Luke practically beg for something bad to happen to you.

POOR QUINNIFER, FAR AWAY.

Warnings: On my bullying Luke mission again. Brothers are thinking he's cheating, but it's them. No actual cheating. Paranoia. Captain Q. Tracking mention. Camera mention. Taking videos of you when you're vulnerable plans. Hints towards Jack touching you in your sleep.

Luke is forever bullied in my head. He just makes for a perfect naive little brother. Young enough compared to them to not realise what's going on, out often with his friends, living up his early career.

It makes you such an adorable little target. Too sweet, too trusting.

It's not Jack's fault that you come over often, Luke not having told you that he's going out. It's not like he would make you leave. How horrible of a brother would he be if he didn't care for you? Let you inside? Convincing you that Luke will be back in a few hours, even though he knows it's not happening.

Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Luke is flirting with someone wherever he is. Why else would he leave you alone so much? Why the fuck wouldnt he be watching you? It makes no sense to him.

It's infuriating. You tell him countless stories of being on your own in new places, getting hurt, being overwhelmed, feeling bored, trying new food on your own and shopping on your own.

Why isn't Luke doing all these things with you? Is he not concerned about you being taken advantage of? Having a bad fall? Being harassed? He should be glued to your side. Guiding you, protecting you, entertaining you, comforting you, giving you compliments on new outfits.

You deserve to be praised. You need to be protected. Everything is a threat in his eyes. You could get hurt driving. You could trip outside. You could be stuck outside their apartment if he's not there and Luke ditches.

Thinking about you not being safe feels like his heart is being stabbed. His hands twitching with the desire to strangle his brother. You're so soft. So weak. So fragile.

He was good for a while, only watching you when you were over. Until he told Quinn about his brother's behaviour. If he thought he was angry, Q was on another level of rage.

He'd never truly been on the receiving end of his captain behaviour. Not used to demands being borderline shouted down the phone at him, an action plan being formed faster than he could blink.

Quinn's angry at him too, for not bringing it up sooner. Frustrated that he'd let this go on for this long already without doing anything about it. He's not expecting him to control Luke, but he should be controlling you. Keeping you with him.

Why hasn't he already started tracking your location if you're on your own? Doesn't he understand that he could at least know when you were coming over if he didn't want to follow you around yet? He could be ready and waiting for you.

If you're at the apartment often, does he check if you've eaten? Clearly Luke isn't doing that, so Jack should be on it. If you aren't eating when he's around, when are you eating?

He should be buying you clothes to stop you from having to go shopping on your own. It'd be easy to claim that he was just walking past them one day before a game.

Quinn's already bundling things together for you the minute he puts down the phone after learning about what's going on.

He can get things delivered to Jack's apartment, he doesn't need Luke learning about anything until they have a solid plan to make you split from him.

He demands that he set up cameras in the house to watch you while Jack's at a game. He needs him to make sure you stay inside while they're playing. They need to swap off, keeping an eye on you whenever they can.

He wants videos of you every single week: videos of you sleeping, videos of Jack investigating your clothes to make sure you're wearing what they're giving you, videos of him touching your skin, close-ups of your bare skin as he starts warming you up for both of them.

[theemporium]

random wee quinn blurb i wrote instead of doing uni work! enjoy!🤠

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When it came to being a captain, Quinn Hughes fit the role perfectly.

He was committed to the team and to the sport, his hockey IQ was through the roof and he was a beloved member of the team. He wasn’t loud or demanding, he was the kind of guy that would sit back and observe and notice the little things that would help make the team better. He was the kind of guy that led his team to the playoffs, despite the doubts pushed against him for being named captain. 

Quinn Hughes was the kind of guy who could voice exactly what he wanted, what he expected and what he wanted to achieve. On the ice. 

Off the ice? Not so much.

His brothers liked to joke it was emotional constipation and, truthfully, Quinn didn’t think they were far off. It was different on the ice, he felt like he was in his element and he was in control and he knew what to expect. But opening up about his feelings otherwise? It was just more of a struggle.

The boys on the team made constant remarks that it was surprising Quinn even managed to ask you out in the first place. But where he lacked expressing his feelings in words, he showed in other ways. 

Which was how this whole mess started. 

The first gift was waiting for you in the lobby of your apartment complex when you came back from work. The receptionist handed it to you with a smile, waving you off as you carried the box upstairs and ripped it open the second you were through the door. 

It was a hoodie, one you had been eyeing for a while but had been a little too expensive for you to justify buying on a whim. There was a note in the box too, nothing overly romantic or affectionate. Just a sweet ‘you’ll look so pretty in this –Q’ that made you beam nonetheless. 

You had made sure to slip it on before your next call with Quinn, eager to watch his face light up when he noticed you wearing his gift. You just didn't realise it would kickstart a new obsession for the boy to send you gifts on a whim.

The gifts continued to pour in, no matter how much you insisted to Quinn that they were unnecessary. He would wave you off, mutter something about not even getting that much, just purchasing things that reminded him of you. You gave up on the argument every time because Quinn was too sweet and earnest to disagree with otherwise. 

But it was relentless. One package would be clothes, the next would be a nice perfume, and the next would be some jewellery. There were flowers and gift baskets and candles and decorative pillows. Some of them were things you needed or had been meaning to purchase yourself, others were just thoughtful things that Quinn knew you would like but never treat yourself to.

At some point, Quinn had started to send a few to your workplace, just when he knew you had been having a tough week or knew you would need to have it handed to you directly. Which was how your coworkers had caught wind of the situation. 

“When you said you had a boyfriend, I didn’t realise you meant a sugar daddy,” one of them had joked as she stopped by your office, watching the way you were grinning down at the little message that came with the necklace—laughing to yourself over Quinn’s rambles about choosing the perfect necklace for you. 

“What?” You laughed, your brows furrowed in confusion. “He’s not my sugar daddy, he just likes giving gifts.” 

Your coworker raised their brows. “That is quite literally what a sugar daddy is.”

You didn’t even get a chance to respond before they wandered off, leaving you reeling and picking apart that single thought for the rest of the day until you were able to go home. Quinn was already home, having arrived an hour or so before you. This had been one of the longer roadies of the season and the boy was practically beaming by the time you walked through the door. 

“Hey, babe—”

“Are you trying to be a sugar daddy?” 

Quinn paused, his arms falling to his side as he stood in front of you with a discombobulated look on his face. “What?” 

“I just mean–” You paused, your brows furrowing together. “I don’t want you to become a sugar daddy, if that’s what you are worried about. I like you for you…as my boyfriend.” 

“Okay?” Quinn answered, his confusion still clearly written across his face. “I’m sorry, did I miss something? Is there meant to be a punchline or something?” 

“No, it’s just…you’ve been sending a lot of gifts,” you said with a sheepish shrug.

Quinn frowned. “Do you not like them?” 

“No, no, baby, I do,” you quickly corrected, taking a step towards him on instinct. “But I don’t want you to feel like you need to send me them.”

“I know that, I just…” Quinn trailed off, his brows furrowing a little as he tried to string his thoughts together. “I love you. And I don’t say it a lot and sometimes I don’t know how to.”

Your expression softened. “Quinn.”

“I just want to tell you and if I can’t tell you, I show you,” he managed to blurt out, his cheeks tinted pink as he spoke. “I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable or anything. And I don’t want to be your sugar daddy.” He paused for a second. “I don’t think I’m old enough to be one.”

You snorted. “I don’t think there’s an age requirement.” 

Quinn’s lips twitched upwards. “I just like getting you stuff.” 

“I like the stuff you get me too,” you murmured, a little shy as you finally closed the distance between you both. “Although, we need to talk about boundaries because the lingerie to my workplace was stressful. I felt like a criminal trying to sneak that box to my car without anyone noticing.”

“Yeah,” Quinn winced a little, feeling his face heat up more. “There was a mix up with addresses. Sorry about that.” 

“Uh huh,” you grinned, leaning forward so you could press a kiss to his cheek before your lips ghosted over his ear. “I did look really good in it though.”

Quinn swallowed harshly. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Wanna see?” 

You couldn’t even hold back your laugh as Quinn began tugging you towards the bedroom, eager and impatient.

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[honestlyanowl]

can you do alphabet jinx smut headcanon?

Sure can!

(REQUESTS ARE OPEN)

Content: head cannons - suggestive mentions, light nsfw, slight spoilers if you squint? Strap use, fingering, switch!jinx, switch!reader.

( NA - no answer )

♡ A: aftercare - I feel like Jinx would have the move tentative aftercare; you wore sore? She would give you the best massage. You were sweaty? The bath would be filled to the perfect temperature. You were tired? She’d have the sheets changed and ready to cuddle.

♡ B: bondage - In the beginning Jinx would’ve been reluctant, she didn’t entirely like the idea of restraining you into submission, especially if it meant leaving rope burns over you.

So, on the occasions you would try it out, she’d use a soft silk, and never tied the knots very tight, leaving you with decent moving space.

You hadn’t entirely brought up the idea of switching the roles, but considering you’d usually tug her braids to keep her in place, perhaps the rope would be a nice alternative.

♡ C: cum - it was definitely a surprise when the usually white sticky substance leaked from Jinx… a shiny pink?

You never though shimmer affected that much of her.

Though it had its perks, sometimes if you ate her out, the diluted drug would give you a brief high.

♡ D: dick - During Jinx's her little time in Piltover every once in a while, would bring little things home for you, and one time, it happened to be a pink dildo.

Sex stores weren’t very common in Zaun due to their low storage on supplies, including silicon.

So if she wasn’t always able to bring these little things back, the classics always worked. That, or she'd make something for you from scratch!

E: NA

♡ F: focussed - Jinx is the type of girl to be dead silent when she’s topping you, tongue poked out the side of her mouth whilst she curled her fingers into you, fully concentrated to make sure you felt good.

♡ G: grounding- However, when Jinx was on the receiving end, she would be constantly zoning out, eyes dazed and her brows furrowed. In fact, quite often she'd have her hand held in yours, and you'd give it a gentle squeeze whenever you noticed her slipping, grounding her in the moment when needed.

H: NA

I: NA

J: NA

♡ K: kinks - I see Jinx as a masochist, she'd beg you to hit her, be on her knees pleading for you to wrap your hands around her little neck. Even going as far to carve your name into her thigh. Though, you'd have to patch her up afterwards; usually with colourful bandaids.

L: NA

♡ M: moans/noise - Jinx is incredibly loud during sex, no matter what you did. You looked at her a little too intimately? You would hear her breathing hitch. You tugged her hair? She'd basically cry out. You brushed over her clit? She'd be downright sobbing! Just imagen the lewd sounds she'd make when you actually did something.

N: NA

O: NA

♡ P: pillow princess - I will die on the hill that when Jinx is underneath she is a total, obvious, pillow princess. Almost never paying attention to you when all her focus was the way she felt. How could you blame her when she was so sensitive? Every little bit of touch on her little clit sent her into a turmoil of moans and sweet noises. Her eyes would shut, and she'd forget about checking up on you, a habit you often reminded her of.

Q: NA

R: NA

♡ S: switch - Usually Jinx was on top, it stroked her ego perfectly and allowed her to feel like she had some sort of control. It also took the weight off of your shoulders on having to appeal to her complicated needs. But on the times Jinx was under you, she'd be an absolute nuisance. Kicking you, squirming away from you, closing her legs around your hands when you were trying to touch her. She would make sure she was a brat, until you had to go as far as claw your hands into her hair and yanking it until she slacked against you.

♡ T: toys - This one's pretty obvious, Jinx would totally make her own, if not buying or better yet- stealing them from Piltover. She'd use the resources she had and make them! This sometimes meant modifying her prosthetic too, attaching prototype vibrators to the fingertip or using the spare plastics or silicon she had laying around for a faux cock.

U: NA

V: NA

W: NA

X: NA

Y: NA

Z: NA

- Owl 🧸

[sturniololuvz]

can you do one for like matts suprise for the tour and he decided to surpise people by telling them hes a dad to a 1 year old girl?

i actually love your fics too ive re read them so many times xxx

thank you!

“You’re About To Meet My Everything”

Setting: Surprise Party Tour – Matt’s night

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader (implied), featuring their 1-year-old daughter

Vibe: Heart-melting, soft, fluffy, proud dad Matt energy

⸻

The crowd was buzzing, energy vibrating through the room after an especially wild bit in the Q&A.

Nick wiped his face with the hem of his shirt. “Alright, alright—Matt, it’s your turn, bro. You got the surprise tonight.”

Chris smirked knowingly, already in on it, and Nick added with a teasing grin, “He’s been lowkey nervous about this all week, don’t let him lie.”

Matt rubbed the back of his neck and stepped forward, mic in hand. “Yeah… okay. So, this one’s different.”

The energy in the room shifted. Everyone leaned in.

“This tour’s been all about surprises, right? And we’ve told stories and done challenges and everything…” He paused, glancing at Nick and Chris with a quick smile before facing the crowd again. “But I wanted to share something that means everything to me. Literally.”

He took a breath.

“I’m a dad.”

The reaction was instant. Screams. Gasps. A full wave of shocked, high-pitched sound.

He laughed through the chaos. “Yeah. I know. Wild. But… she’s the best thing in my life. She’s one year old. And she’s literally my twin. Blonde hair, blue eyes, already got the stubborn attitude.”

The crowd laughed with him, some fans clapping, some tearing up.

“I kept it private for a long time,” Matt went on. “Me, my girlfriend Y/N, and my daughter… we just wanted time to be a family, without the internet. But I think it’s time now. I wanna bring you guys into that part of my life.”

The screen behind him lit up with a photo: Matt holding a little blonde girl on his shoulders, both of them grinning, matching blue eyes and crooked smiles.

The crowd went feral.

“She’s actually here tonight,” Matt added, grinning. “So uh… I’m gonna go get her.”

He handed the mic off to Nick and jogged off stage as the crowd screamed louder.

⸻

Backstage…

Y/N—Matt’s girlfriend—was standing off to the side, holding their daughter on her hip. The little girl’s hair was in tiny blonde pigtails, sticking out on each side like baby antennae, and her blue eyes widened when she saw her dad.

“Dada!” she squealed, squirming in your arms.

“There’s my girl,” Matt smiled, taking her gently and lifting her up into his arms. She immediately clung to his hoodie, babbling happily.

“She heard the crowd and started bouncing,” you whispered, laughing. “She knew something was up.”

Matt looked at the tiny version of himself in his arms—same nose, same eyes, same little dimple—and his chest swelled.

“You ready to meet a lot of people, baby girl?” he whispered to her.

She blinked up at him, then stuck her finger in her mouth and nodded.

Matt kissed her forehead. “You’re about to meet my other family.”

⸻

Back on stage…

Matt walked back out holding her in his arms, and the crowd absolutely lost their minds.

Gasps, screams, full-blown tears. Phones flew up in the air, recording the moment like it was the second coming of Christ.

Chris and Nick stepped aside, both grinning like proud uncles.

“She’s perfect!” someone in the crowd yelled.

Matt held her close, rocking her a little. “Everyone, this is Y/N. My daughter. And the greatest surprise I’ll ever have.”

The little girl blinked at the crowd, then waved with one chubby hand.

The arena collectively melted.

⸻

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 05/03✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

@roseville140 ha chiesto Love your art so much 💗 💜 💖 💕 ❤️ 💓 💗 💜 💖 💕 ❤️ Also question ask this a few times(sorry): What will mk do? Will he make them immortal or be next to them till their last breath?

I don't think he would force them of make them immortal without their consent. He is too good for that

@blossomships ha chiesto: Okay, first ask, but hey, what the heck! Your art is awesome, and the story, It went from "Oh, this boy might be our son" to "omg he's our son and let's fixed our relationship" that's what I think about this in a nutshell lmao and it's crazy how far it has come. So thank you for your contribution to gay monkies- I mean to the fandom, and you are awesome.

Aww thank you!

@anidiotkid ha chiesto: What's going to happen when the comic ends? Do you have any more big projects in mind?

I have other life things to focus on, the ISAT comic, but also I want to share here all the art that I've made in the past 2 years that I never posted on Tumblr

@yuistarlmk ha chiesto: I don't think I'm ready for it to end but i knew this would happen so thank you soooo much for all the stuff you have done for all of us, making us believe in ourselves and more so I'm happy for being a HUGE fan of you. Thank you ⭐⭐

THANK YOUU!!

@jamcyote ha chiesto: Not really a question but... I'm so glad I'm not the only one who thought that it would be a cool idea if the writers made it so that chaos energy/ magic is a perfect mixture of Shadow and what I like to call physical magic (which is what Wu kon has) Slight rant. Chaos magic I don't think is as chaotic as people think. Chaos is more like not seeing or understanding the pattern of something, but everything has a rhyme or reason chaos magic is just rare so people don't know how it works and it probably works very differently than other magic and doesn't have an easy to see pattern (when people don't understand how things work, they become afraid of it). Therefore it's chaos. Chaos tends to have a bad rap but it is not always bad. It just needs to be understood and once it's understood it's no longer "chaos" and is instead another form of magic (that is most likely more powerful than the other forms), but magic itself isn't good or bad it's the person wielding it that makes it One way or the other.

I'll also share my own thoughts about it: I know the whole "Harbinger" thing doesn't mean that he brings chaos, but the connection between that kind of energy and MK for me it always has been "cool, he is a SYMBOL of chaos" like, he's a big ass chaos flag that, once born, has been flying screaming at everyone "HEY YALL! IT'S CHAOS TIME SOON!". Like, the chaos that is coming is literally the primordial chaos that will come once the cycle end because from it must start a new one. But it would make sense that, since there seems to be a whole ass society of people in the chaos realm, that he would at the very least be one of them, like when you are sending someone from your country as an ambassador to give a message

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: Ohhh he's never tried to use Wukong and Macaque's powers at the same time before, has he? Ohhhhhhh my stars

nope.

@steadylandface ha chiesto: What’s Nüwa’s reaction to what has completely happened so far in your Shadowpeach Bio parents Au?

She still is dissapointed by MK choice to not end the cycle, so she hasn't been so present. I would suspect she's surprised mostly for the fact that all of this resulted in the biggest un-divorce of the millenia

@candlefox1 ha chiesto: Hi so I hope it’s not too much to ask but I thought mei was also part immortal as well since her great grandfather the dragon of the east was a dragon so doesn’t that make her part immoral or could she visit her dragon relatives to ask ??

She can live longer than a normal human, and, if she only stays as a spiritual dragon, she could, theoretically, live even longer. But not forever.

@primroseprime2019 ha chiesto: You just loooove hurting me with the immortal bit, don'tcha?

yes. Becaue it hurts me too.

@emmabuggy ha chiesto: Are pigs, and tang scared that Mk only will have the monkeys as parents to guide him?

I mean, he has a bunch of people immortal that will also help him.

@injuvanillafruit ha chiesto: Do the monkie trio like bubbles? 🥰🥰

I guess Macaque and MK do. But Wukong doesn't really like anything with water too much.

@vinnillastrawberry ha chiesto: So since you confirmed their will be a dance party I wonder, How many chapters will the dance party be maybe like 4 or 5 ?

3.

@xaelanyx ha chiesto: hello!!!! I love your comic so much. when will you draw another spicy scene for spicynoodles and shadowpeach???

Not soon, the story is ending.

@roseltelle ha chiesto: Do they celebrate the day he was adopted by pigsy and tang as his birthday? I would assume so since they wouldn't know when his stone was cracked.

Yes, since it's also the same day when his stone hatched.

@shadowlilly101 ha chiesto: How did Macaque and Princess Iron Fan meet and become sworn siblings?

They knew each other from the brotherhood, but then bonded over having lost their housbands

@vevebcu ha chiesto: Can I make a fanart with my OC inside your comic? 🥺👉👈

yes

@atrocity101 ha chiesto: Hi! Sorry if I am bothering you in any way, shape, or form by messaging you, but I wanted to ask an important question. I have tried several times to research the details in how demons go about the rules of courting their chosen mate and what they can or not do beforehand or afterwards. You seem like one of the more detailed people to ask for info, could you possibly provide any details of the whole demon courting rules and such? Or provide a link to anywhere that’ll help me understand the logistics of it? (PS: I am in love with your AU and I adore every bit of it, thank you for all the hard work you put into it and please continue it! Have a wonderful day/night, and stay safe out there.)

It's mostly a fan-made thing. I don't have many resources except fanfictions that explain it more in details, like this one: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56963272

@ava115 ha chiesto: Is Redson in your au immortal like Mk? Or can he just live long sense he's a demon?

He's not exactly immortal, but can live an absurd long time.

@thenerdycupcake ha chiesto: I just realized something. Since MK can hear the past, that means he can hear his loved ones’ voices whenever he wants. No matter how much time has passed.

yes, similar to watching videos of your loved ones.

@alixzanrite ha chiesto: I thought that Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy were stuck in a reincarnation cycle because of Journey to the west? And if not wouldn't Mk be able to see them in heaven?

*sighs* I'm in no way qualified to talk about those religions, but technically if they are reincarnations of the old gang, they could be stuck in reincarnation still and might be reincarnated in the future again, bu they wont be the same people of course. If they reached buddahood they could stay in heaven. I think

@s-p-r-i-n-g-t-i-m-e ha chiesto: okay newest chapter was devastating. BUT. WUkong shirtless and Mac wearing his husband's pyjamas?????? (also Wukong spooning Mac when he originally allowed Mac to be the big spoon so he'd maintain control over the situation but now Mac trusts Wukong enough to give up that control???)

technically they were facing each other, and Mac had his arm over Wukong waist, but sweet nonetheless

@kiwi-kiwidraws ha chiesto: More heart break till the very end, right Kyri?

yes

@fresastar ha chiesto: just have to say is Will mk and wukong have a talk about everything that will happen from mk becoming immortal because wukongs friends later on dies naturally and wukong may have been sad and devastated about it, So maybe wukong can tell mk how to handle this realization or he tries to help because again he lived his whole life seeing his family go on and his friends leave and dies. sorry if this is much, you don't have to answer this😅

Yes, they will talk about it, but that's more a future conversation.

@worddraws ha chiesto: Wait so is MK immortal in the until the heat death of the universe way, in the immortal immortal way, or in the there’s no heat death of the universe and the earth exists forever way? I wish to know how angsty him being immortal is

He is "there’s no heat death of the universe and the earth exists forever way" immortal, but he's NOT INVINCIBLE! He is still capable to being killed.

@angelikis1 ha chiesto: HI!! 😁 I'M A BIG FAN OF YOUR COMICS!! also i have a question: are we ever gonna see any of MK's clones?

Eh, not for now.

@5hiny5tar-ceph ha chiesto: Heyyyyy!!!! So! I've really liked this last ep (almost made me cry ngl-) But- Shouldn't Pigsy and Tang spend more time with Xiaotian know that they know that he's immortal, and have more moments as a family, instead of doing that cooking activity with Wukong and Mac (like, I get why but still- (no offense))? Or do they just make this activity when Xiaotian is not around (Maybe hanging out with Mei or Red Son I dunno-)?

MK was with Mei when they did this.

@purplemango26 ha chiesto: Random question, but this popped up into my head a few seconds ago. Since you know and watch Lego Monkid Kid and even have an amazing au of it, I'm curious. Do you also know/watch Ninjago? Considering the whole thing with the switch of animation for Lego Monkie Kid from Flying Bark to Wild Brain who just happened to animate Ninjago, I want to know if you have at any point watched the series and or movie. By the way, huge thanks for all that you've done for feeding the LMK community. You are my top 1 provider of Shadowpeach content so I hope that you'll stay nice and healthy in the long run 💜 It's amazing how consistent you are when staying on schedule!

I watched Ninjago when I was a kid, but like only up to the 6th season (yes, I know, I'm very much behind). I also saw the movie

@roonotrue ha chiesto: Hi, Kyri!! This is my first ask on your blog, but I was just curious, with your ShadowPeach Bio Parents AU, what are your height headcanons for all the characters?? I've been trying to find some to use as reference for some of my own Ao3 fanfics/what everyone generally seems to agree on, and I figured since you're literally my favorite lmk artist, I'd ask for your headcanons!! (Idk if maybe you've answered something like this before, so feel free to ignore it you have, lol) Okie, thank you for your time, and I love your art a lot, and I'm super excited for the next update, okay byeeeee-

I'm not gonna list all the character, just the main ones, also I'm using the international metric scale because I'm a normal human being.

Macaque: 180cm

Wukong: 175cm

MK: 166cm

Mei: 172cm

Red Son (glamoured): 179cm

Red Son (True Form): 205cm

Tang: 178cm

Pigsy: 140cm

@peanut-with-wifi-access ha chiesto: Would you be okay with people writing their own sequels/continuations of the shadowpeach bio parent au when it eventually ends?

yeah sure, as long as you credit me and the au

@alastair-1205 ha chiesto: SOBBING OMFG but I also have a question lol. What exactly did MK mean when he asked Nezha to "check his aura"? As in like see if he's immortal or something else? I'm just a bit confused lol

yes it was for his immortality

@roseltelle ha chiesto: I'm curious in a universe where Wukong raised Mk when would macaque have met mk?

there are several fics exploring this concept, like A Son of Two Dads or Squished Apricots. Some of them consider that Macaque knew from almost the beginning, in others Macaque discover it after they met in the show.

@internet-grab-my-tumblr ha chiesto: So i have a baby monkie OC, but I’ve never been able to decide how to start it…if I were to, I’m, use your AU as a springboard (after all this nonsense Nuwa decides to give the monkies an apology gift in the form of a child they can actually raise together), would this be okay? It would you prefer any fics inspired by your work leave out OCs?

you can use your OC as long as you credit the AU part you want to use in your story.

@lagt-trinket-box ha chiesto: Sorry to bother But are you gonna create a thread of all the redraws of the art event road from parenthood? Just asking because I am curious to see more people redraws!

I’ll try to reblog as many as I can!

@twilight-bai-he ha chiesto: Is mei gonna be the maid of honor for spicynoodles wedding 🥰🥰? High chance she will be 🐉

of course!

@shay-bug ha chiesto: Hi! Sorry to bother you, but would it be possible if you could make car stickers for your shadowpeach bio parents au? You don't have too I just thought it would be cool since I got a new car Also, I thought I read a while back that you said after shadowpeach bio parents au comic you were might make a sonadow comic? Is that true, or did I make it up in my head? Even if you changed your plans, I'm sure the next comic you make is going to be wonderful! I love you work! Sending lost of kudos! Also, at this point, I think the shadowpeach bio parents au is a graphic novel, lol.

unfortunately RedBubble doesn’t have the option for car decals….

@darker-moon ha chiesto: are panel compilations allowed in the new shadowpeach bio-parents takeover?? i have zero talent and zero time to do anything else :'D

up to 10 panels yes.

@shadowlilly101 ha chiesto: So was she going to put mk into the piller or was she saying that if wukong had gotten mk he would have died

that if Wukong would have found it in one way or the other also heaven would have noticed.

@domo-fan1 ha chiesto: I love that Wukong acknowledges that whole yes they were happy in the past, it wasn't exactly healthy. And when they met again after years, they weren't happy but it was more healthy just because they weren't holding back their thoughts as much. True, it was mostly negative but honestly is nice. But!! As they move forward as a couple, they have to leave the past behind as it's nice but it's riddled with problems of the variety and that the future should be better. Also I feel like they'll be that sickening sweet couple every now and then, before returning to typically them. But their sweet moments are just so random that just makes everyone around facepalm. I mean we already saw them do that when they free fall in the sky to kiss. If MK follows in their footsteps, Redson is gonna have speed run in adjusting lol.

poor redson he’s going to print a tshirt that says “do not interrupt him, or else” since MK is never gonna let him go and will remain climbed to his man 24/7

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: I'm confused though. Wasn't MK a kid, not a baby, when he ended up at Pigsy's Noodles? Also, I love your Shadowpeach Bio Parents au comic series! You are one of my favorite artists ever Kyri! If you are open to suggestions, I have an idea for an au you can make after you complete this one. How about an au where Macaque was never brought back to life by LBD and was instead reincarnated. Obviously with the ships Shadowpeach, Spicynoodles, and Freenoodles

he is around 3 years old, he looks much smaller because Guanyin is wayy taller than a normal human being.

also I’m 70% sure I read a fic about that.

@raspberrymixin ha chiesto: O k we've got kai in the fray of spicy noodles child but what about Nya? His sister? I have an idea for her to me like Mei's adoptive child? And them growing up be be close as siblings? Cuz you know nya is the water ninja and Mei's family blood line are Chinese water dragons - just a thought- It's okay if you don't answer

yes Nya is Mei child and the two of them are so close that they consider themself siblings, much like MK and Mei.

@green000moth ha chiesto: Do You plan to do more spicy scenes in Shadowpeach biologic parents au?

nope

@lordmushroomkat ha chiesto: I'm a spicynoodles shipper now and I blame you <3

good

@fanficmaniatic ha chiesto: I mean this in the best possible way but the way you draw Macaque makes me want to hit him rEALLY hard in the facee with a commically large harmer. It activates my cute agression in the worst possible way I need to smash his head. I undertand JTTW Wukong on a molecular level. It wasnt a fight, It was cute agression.

when I draw Macaque I get hit by a comically large hammer because In realise I will never get a man like him.

@shadowlilly101 ha chiesto: He can hear and see the past and show others?

yesss

@king-ryuusei ha chiesto: okay. So first off, i LOVE this serie. Always excited for every chapter drop ! Your art is amazing, love what you did. now on to my question : how does Chaos energy does exactly in your au ? (Went on the lmk wiki and the lack of explication of what it dies exacly is criminal) so could you explain to us what exactly it does ? Pretty Please ? (PS: i know i said it once but i love the comic. Can’t believe we're almost at the end. Hope you have a great day/night. Byeeee!)

i’ll redirect you to THIS post

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Hey kay, congratulations on 100 followers! 🎉🎉🎉

Can i request oue huggy bear quinn with a mix of the prompts of im proud of you, a much needed hug and a dance party? I think that would be so cute

of course, sweet nonnie! this kind of turned into a hurt/comfort thing... but i hope you can still enjoy though! 🫶

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Quinn unlocks the apartment door with a sigh, his mind painfully clouded. It’s almost playoffs and he just had what he believes to be one of his worst efforts this season. His shoulders are slumped, his breaths are shallow, and every step he takes feels more draining than the last. 

You hear him come in and immediately hop up from your spot on the couch. You greet him with an excited smile, and wrap your arms around his neck in a tight hug. He returns the embrace by wrapping his arms around your waist and you nuzzle your face against his. 

“I’m proud of you. So talented and smart, Q. You know that?” you whisper. Your words come as a surprise to him. He’s extremely frustrated with his game, yet you’ve got nothing but praise for him. 

“I… thank you,” he says hesitantly. “Did you- did you watch the game?” 

Your brows furrow and you pull back just enough to look at him, voice full of confusion. “What do you mean? Of course, I watched your game. I always watch your games, baby. You did great.” 

“Honey, did you see how I did today? That was… worse than usual,” he says, lightly gripping your shirt where his hand rests on your waist. 

You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Why? Because your time on ice didn’t rack up to a whole shift? Just because you’re not completely overworking your body, doesn’t mean you’re not doing good enough, Quinn. You’re doing amazing.” 

“Babe, it’s almost time for playoffs. I have to do better than this or we won’t even get a spot,” he says, and you can see the amount of stress he’s in simply by looking into his eyes. Your heart breaks for him–wishing there was more you could do. 

You pull him back into a tight hug, running your fingers through his hair. “You don’t have to be perfect, babe. You’re the captain, sure, but that doesn’t mean you have to put all of this pressure on yourself.” 

As you stand there, trying your best to comfort him you realize something that actually shocks you. He’s crying. You’ve never seen him this upset. You’re at a loss for words, but luckily you don’t have to think for long because he speaks up for you. 

“I just don’t think I’m doing enough. This can’t be enough Y/n,” he tells you through his tears. 

You hold him a little tighter, wincing at the raw sadness in his voice. “Hey, you are doing enough. You’re doing more than enough for this team. Don’t stress it. You’re overthinking. You’ll get your playoffs spot. You’ve been working too hard not to. It’s all gonna pay off.” 

“You think so?” he asks, picking his head up, his tired eyes meeting yours. 

You move your hands to cup his cheeks. “Q, please. You’re gonna be the next Stanley Cup Champions.” 

“Okay, baby. Calm down,” he says with a laugh. “Sweet of you though.” 

He looks down at you smiling–worn out, but a smile nonetheless. He leans in and gently kisses your nose before pulling into yet another hug. Only, this one is bone-crushing. You can tell he needs it. 

You return the hug with some added kisses to his cheek before whispering in his ear. “Okay, we have to fix the mood now, come on.” 

You pull away from him and he looks at you like you just told him you’re selling his gear. You can’t help the small giggle that escapes as you make your way to the television in your living room and turn it on. 

“Honey… what are you doing over there?” he asks, quickly making his way over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, and laying his head on your shoulder. 

You turn on some music and wiggle out of his grip, grabbing both of his hands. “We have to dance.” 

“Oh? We have to dance?” he asks, an eyebrow raised. 

“We have to dance,” you repeat, confidently. “So… don’t just stand there. Move!” 

Quinn’s eyes widen a bit. “Alright, damn. But you have to help me. I got nothing.” 

As you watch your boyfriend make his best attempt at dancing to make you happy, you can’t help but just laugh. You honestly feel bad. This was meant to cheer him up… not be a humiliation ritual. Then again, he seems to actually be enjoying himself, despite looking like a complete dork. That’s all that matters to you, you can certainly work on his rhythm later. For now, you join him, grateful to see that genuine look of happiness back on his face.

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all of the girls you’ve loved before

pairing: min ho x reader

genre: slight angst, best friends to lovers, they are both so dense to each others feelings..

summary: being best friends with KISS’s resident “heart throb” is not for the weak. falling in love with him isn’t either, so what happens when the line between best friend and boyfriend becomes too blurred?

a/n: hi hello i am back from the dead. i’m convinced this acc is just gonna be a jenny han-iverse fic acc bc if not conrad then i’m writing about min ho. i have ended school so i hope i am more consistent with writing! feel free to send in requests + questions btw :D i hope u guys enjoy this silly fic that is also based off a taylor swift song hence the title!

Sitting outside of your best friend’s party that he throws every year was not something you thought you would be doing. You were convinced that this time was going to be different, and maybe just because you were seeing Min Ho in a different light, he would see you too. Here you still were, all dolled up but with no guts to walk into the party. You sighed, thinking about how pathetic you might be looking at the moment to anyone walking by. It was annoying in your opinion, just a month ago you couldn’t stand the thought of being with your best friend but now you’re starting to second guess and think more about the times you’ve spent together.

It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows you’ve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said “loved you” not knowing how carelessly he’s throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular “best friend duties” like never saying bye to each other because you know you’ll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldn’t bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friend’s name in a heart all over her assignment. 

You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phone’s reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do. 

“Excuse me ma’am who let you out looking so good?” a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.

You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, “Q oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in like a week!” you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun. 

If you were being honest, you knew you weren’t a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho. 

Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, “Hi?” you spoke, but sounded more like a question

“Couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?” the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist. 

You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, “Baby I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend. 

Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, “Hey man I don’t know if you noticed but she’s my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit on her,” 

The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, “Oh shit sorry man I didn’t know,” he quickly muttered out

“You’re lucky I didn’t have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?” Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away. 

Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, “You okay Y/N?” he spoke softly

You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, “Thank you Min, I think it’s time for me to head out now though,” You spoke

Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, “But I just found you,” he spoke, “and we didn’t even get to dance yet,” 

You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, “I know, I’m sorry I’m just not in the mood for it anymore,” you replied softly 

After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, “Okay, let’s go then,” he spoke like it was no big deal

“Let’s go? What do you mean? Like you’re gonna just ditch your party?” You asked in disbelief

He nodded, “Uh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesn’t even want to be at?” 

There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you weren’t but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it.  After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didn’t even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it. 

You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place. 

During this week of you ghosting everyone, you weren’t the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesn’t know how long ago you guys haven’t talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.

If he’s being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. That’s why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you weren’t even talking to him. It wasn’t until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.

Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?

"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"

He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"

"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap

"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you

You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"

Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied

Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.

Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.

Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke

You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"

"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk

"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder

He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"

You rolled your eyes playfully at the boy you were thankful to be in love with. At least this time you were sure this would be real.

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Over-Time Ch8

(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4,Ch5, Ch6, Ch7

Warning: MINORS DNI, sexual thoughts, eventual smut, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff

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The world of the rich was truly different compared to what you had been accustomed too.

As Miguel promised, he had taken you dress shopping. You were to be his date for the Fall Banquet and needed to look the part. It took you by surprise since you had an idea of what you were going to wear, but Miguel declined the idea.

You were going to match him.

As you played with your fingers, you watched as Miguel spoke with some of the associates. The two of you were currently in a large, high-end retail clothing store. A place that you had always admired from afar.

"(Y/N), shall we look?" Miguel offered his hand out to you.

"A-Are you sure? This...This place looks like it's going to charge me for breathing..."

Miguel's eyes widen for a moment before he burst into a small fit of laughter. With a small pout, you felt your cheeks burn red. You had not mean to make a joke, but at least it did humor Miguel. Even though you truly believed what you said.

"How cute," Miguel calmed down, his hand against yours, "What color shall we wear? Don't fret the price, I shall cover the expense."

"Are you sure? I can he-"

"I offered, so I shall pay. In exchange, I am relying on you to pick the color and attire for us."

Miguel said with a low hum as he kissed your hand. You tried not to whimper as the associate led you to the back. Normally, this would feel like too much responsibility, but you were feeling comfortable in Miguel's embrace.

As your eyes wandered across the vast selection, you tried to imagine what would look good on you. Everything would look perfect on Miguel, but you beside him? This was something different.

"You can try them on." Miguel tickled your ear.

You felt your cheeks fluster as you lowered your head. You wanted to hide your smile, but this was exciting. Glancing up at Miguel, you slowly pointed towards a set of blue suits and dresses.

"Be honest with me...on how I look,"

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Miguel leaned back in his seat, eyes glued on your shadow behind the curtains. A smile creeped upon his lips as he watched you stumble. The way you would look so perfect beside him made Miguel giddy with joy.

Perhaps, this would be the perfect time to finally stop holding back and ask you to be his girlfriend.

"Um, how...how do I look?" You nearly stuttered as you poked your head out from the curtain.

Miguel chuckled, "I can't tell until you step out, love."

Biting his lower lip, Miguel was practically eye fucking you in that dress. Your body was perfect. That dress was hugging your skin so elegantly. The blue complementing your skin along with the little hint of red that made your eyes pop.

"M-Miguel?" You tried to cover your face since he was staring too much.

"Sorry, it's been a long time since a goddess stood before me."

Miguel approached you, his hands stroking your side. As tempting as it is to kiss you, Miguel held back. Instead, he fixed your hair, adoring your shy expression.

"I think we found a winner."

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You hummed quietly on your couch, reviewing Miguel's schedule for the next week. The Fall Banquet was coming up and Miguel had a long line of meetings to go to before then. The tricky part was after the party.

Lyla had mentioned before she left that scheduling Miguel after such a big event was talent. You had to predict which people Miguel was going to want to have meetings with after the party and who deserved more attention than the other.

"There are so many people on this invitation list."

Honestly, when was Miguel every going to get a break? Everyday was meeting after meeting. Leaning back in your seat, you took a deep breath and thought.

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Miguel tapped his finger against his table as he looked at the security footage from his home. A snarl escaping his lips as he quickly replaced it with a drink.

This was frustrating.

"Why won't that woman ever give up? Poor (Y/N) won't survive against that snake."

Miguel sighed heavily as he recalled how easy it was for you to melt against his touch. Your innocent expression nearly begging for more with every pat. Miguel wondered what would happen if he fucked you good.

But what good was that if the snake got to you first?

"I'm going to need a distraction."

Coming up with an idea, Miguel exhaled a loud sigh before making a phone call.

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You were running around like a chicken without a head. The Fall Banquet was the next night and you were trying to get everything ready. Miguel was in the middle of a meeting and you were in charge of some of the party stuff.

Honestly, you wanted to cry.

Finishing with the spotlight cameras, you hurried into one of the closets to unwind. You needed to get away from the stress of it all. Whimpering lowly, you tried to calm down.

"I can do this, I can do this." You whispered to yourself, "I just...I just have to see the music director and security...that's all."

Taking a deep breathe, you started to feel better. As you did, you felt your phone vibrate. Rubbing your eyes, you smiled as you saw Miguel's name.

'You owe me for this boring meeting, love'

Chuckling, you rolled your eyes towards Miguel's silly text.

'Haha, sorry. I'll find a way to make it up to you, promise'

'I like the sound of that. I'll do with a kiss'

You felt your heart race towards those words. Was Miguel serious? Of course he had to be! Shuddering towards the thought, you tried to think of a good response.

'Sounds fair'

Biting your lower lip, you leaned your head back against the wall. Kissing his cheek was fine. It wasn't unprofessional at all. Like if Lyla could bite then why wouldn't you kiss? It was fine. Totally fine.

Right?

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Miguel couldn't stop smiling as he read your text. Although, his smile was making his partners nearly giddy. As if the smile was for them, which was hilarious.

Miguel was going to enjoy that kiss.

Oh, so very much.

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[brittle-doughie]

[Butcher’s Vanity but with the Cannibal Cake Shop AU]

WARNING: Cookie Cannibalism

By day, the cake shop was just like every other establishment in the Cookie Kingdom, Cookies could just come in and order their favorite desserts as they relish in the delicious and sweet taste in their orders.

Always coming back the next day, hungry for more….

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The slaughter's on! I'd love to see you come undone!

Unsatisfied, until I've got you flayed alive!

So grab a plate, have a taste!

這口味讓我陶醉 (The flavor’s intoxicating)

I'm still preying on a butcher's vein!

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In the kitchen, you were just adding the finishing touches on a dessert. Then comes the part on the special order, the customer wanted you to surprise them with a little touch of your magic!

You take a deep breath and brought the blade to your dough and made a small slash on it, watching your strawberry jam seep into the mixing bowl that was ready to be made into a particular icing on the cake.

Many thanks to @/desperatelittledemon for the artwork!

You can practically feel the stares of your two employees as they practically relished the sight of your strawberry jam. So beautiful in how it shined from the light in the room.

Strawberry jam, it was like a fine wine to these types of….Cookies, the crumbs were the bread.

^q^

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And now the slaughter's mine, my darling, get under the knife!

Your broken pride, a cut so perfect in its prime!

All that I see, sixty-three!

為讓我心醉的你 (For the you I hunger for)

I'll be waiting, so impatiently!

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You served the dessert to the designated table.

You watched as not even a full 5 seconds went by before the customers scarfed down slices of the cake, not once letting up on their bout of hunger as the…icing stained their faces.

Napkins were there on the table, untouched until the whole dessert was gone in under a minute. The eyes, they spoke of unbridled madness as the taste of the dessert lingered in their minds…

They thanked you for the very pleasant surprise of a cake, handing you a handsome sum of coins as they promise to come back the next day.

You take the pay and head back into the kitchen to send out the next dish, there was no time to wait! Your cohorts should have them ready to be served up by now!

They have plenty of ingredients to work with…

Whether your own or ones they “procured” on their own…

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Aortic work of art!

My love, my knife! To carve it out, your life!

So grab a plate, have a taste!

這口味讓我陶醉 (The flavor’s intoxicating)

I'm still preying on a butcher's vein!

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[jokingmisfit]

Read You Like A Book

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Prompt- “You have blood on your face.”

Prompt- “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Warning-Cunnilingus, I didn't actually finish it cause I gave up.

You lay calmly with black silk hiding your skin. A moment of peace as you wait for your “target”. A fun game you plan on ending tonight. Your lips turn into a content smile at the thought. As much as you enjoyed the fun of flirting you were sure it’ll be just the same if not better when you two actually start dating. And he didn’t seem to take notice of any of your hints so you figured you’d spell it out for him.

The door to the room opens and Jason comes in. A confident stride reduced to a pretend exhaustion. You watch calmly as he lays his duffle bag on a chair in the corner of the room. There's a breath of silence.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” He asks you with a tired voice; clearly a fake one.

A pretend pout plays on your lips. “Aww, I thought you’d be happy to see me.” You say, pout disappearing and turning into upturned bitten lips.

“As nice as that sounds, Imma a bit tired after dealing with Bruce all day.” He says with a scowl.

“Oh?” You question. “Did Buce beat you up?”

“What?! No, why would you say that?” He asked with panicked frustration.

You raise your eyebrows and move across the bed. Ending at the edge you stand on your knees and use one arm to hold the sheet up while the other ushers the man over. Even now, though it’s not surprising, he looms over you. You look up and try to bite back a laugh as you lay a hand gently on his face.

“You have blood on your face,” You say, swiping it off with your finger. “Red Hood.”

You pull your hand back a bit while he stares at you in disbelief. A laugh comes quietly from you. You tilt your head at Jason with a smile. Suddenly his face goes from surprise to deadpan.

“How long have you known?” He asks in defeat.

“Hmm… About a month. Not to be cliche, Jase, but you’re like an open book, at least to me.” You say smiling at him.

Jason curses as he leans his head down onto your shoulder. As much as he was faking the exhaustion he wasn’t faking the tension. The way he relaxed so suddenly as he sighed was enough evidence of that.

“Sooo,” You begin as you pull his face away. “That blood isn’t yours right? ‘Cause if you’re hurt we definitely can’t do what I planned on doing tonight.” You say gesturing to yourself with a flirtatious smile.

A smirk broke across the man's face, a smile that was purely that of a predator’s.

“Hmm, so that’s what you wanted from me this whole time, huh? Learn my secret just for this?” He teases.

“Oh believe me,” You bit back. “I only wanted to do this after I learned it.”

“You are an evil woman sweetheart.” Jason glares playfully.

“And yet you still think I’m sweet.” You answer back.

Your own playful smile is broken by the man as he grabs your jaw. Pulling you in and sucking the air from your lungs and into his own. A clear line of restraint as he holds you. Restraint you weren’t wanting him to use.

So you dropped the dark fabric. For a moment you can tell he didn’t notice. His mind and body were still too occupied with the kiss. Until he moves his left hand down. Trailing just for a second before he stops dead in his tracks. Where he thought he’d touch soft silk he meets warm soft skin.

He looks back, mind reeling at the sight in front of him. Your body is completely exposed. Sheets loosely fallen now sit at your knees. Everything in almost perfect view. Keyword almost. He has to swallow a breath when he looks at your face. A faux innocence and lust glazed eyes. His will to hold back severed by your simple action. His eyes raked your chest, your stomach, your thighs, everything he could see.

“Oh no…” He whispered out with a laugh. “You- haha… God damn, baby.”

Another breath and you were being moved. Jason slams you into the mattress harshly. His teeth bite at your neck. He sucks on every part of you his mouth can touch. He’s everywhere and so quickly you have no time to keep up with him.

So quickly he is moving down lower and lower. You’re left staring at him as he maneuvers your body like it’s his own. Hands pulling your glossy lips apart and rubbing at what's in between. You can’t stop your breathing from going haywire or the new sounds that slip from your mouth.

Speaking of mouths his is chuckling as he leans his face lower to your hole. A wet tongue escapes his lips. He nips and sucks at your clit. You shiver and shake as warm breath and saliva coat your mound.

“Fuck…” He rasps against you. “You taste so fucking good Angel.”

You moan out a plea. Begging him for something, you aren’t sure what. Jason moves back up your body. Trailing with his lips all the way up. Your impatience gets the better of you and you pull his head up to yours. Heated lips fighting for power you know you won’t get.

[aribluedreams]

Under the mistletoe

Quinn Hughes x reader.

Summary: It’s all fun and games until you meet with Jack under the mistletoe Quinn put around the lake house.

Warnings: none.

Masterlist!

Everthing was perfect.

The christmas tree perfectly standing in the corner of the lake house, the lights iluminating the whole place giving the life that it deserves. The smell of food could be notice around the whole place, indicating his mother was cooking her famous dish thanks to Luke’ insistence. And the subtle calm music could be heard from the living room, where his girl was suppose to be right now. To Quinn Hughes, that day couldn’t be more perfect, even if he wasn’t exactly a fan of celebrating much.

But, today was an exception. Because after seeing this idea around the whole internet, he though he might as well try it. After all, he was sure you wouldn’t mind the idea of kissing under the mistletoe from time to time. He put them in specific places where he knew only you will be able to find it. Like the entrance of your shared room, the little cozy hammoc at the back yard that his father clean up nicely for you last year, or even on top of the board behind your bed.

He thought he was a genius.

Until, of course, he realice that he wasn’t the only one who might enter your shared room. When his younger brother knock on the door to ask for a t shirt he didn’t even know he had with him. Jack should have enter like he always does, without a care on the world, and take what he needed like he normaly did.

But no. This time, he tried to be polite because he knew you were there, and entering the room like that might end up badly. Not as bad as right now, Quinn thought. Right when he got out of bathroom after taking a shower, looking for some clothes.

And instead, finding a rather odd situation.

That’s when he realice how much of a bad idea was to put mistletoe everywhere when there were other people around the house. It would have been cute if it was his parents, maybe even Luke and the girl he swore was just his friend. But no. No, no, no. This time, under the mistletoe, was his lovely girlfriend and his horrendous brother, Jack. Both looking at each other with surprise at first, followed by a flick of amusement in their eyes when they realice Quinn was about to lose his mind.

“¡No! ¡No! ¡No!”

Quinn didin’t even hesitate to move, passing both arms around his partner to not only move her closer to him, but also away from his brother. The same boy who laughed right at his face at the look of despair in him, clearly enjoying the idea of pissing him off. Maybe also enjoying the idea of at least get a kiss on the cheek from you, but that was a story for another day.

“What’s the matter, Q?” Jack smile with fake inocence at him “You put them around the house, you should have known better”

“Shut up and get out of here already!”

“But I didn’t get my kiss!” Jack fake protested “I can’t leave without it!”

“And you’ll never have it!” Quinn almost kill him for that, with his girl laughing in between his arms “You better stay hundreds of meters away from her, you hear me!?”

“Boring”

Jack made fun of him with that, shaking his head a little bit while finally moving away from the entrance of the room. To be honest, he forgot about the shirt when he though he would at least get a kiss on the cheek from his sister in law. But, he didn’t forget how much he loved bullying Quinn, because he was sure he was never going to let him leave this down ever again.

“It’s okay, Jack” she said amuse “I can kiss you later”

She wouldn’t.

But she liked messing with Quinn too.

“No you won’t!”

Quinn’s answer made his partner giggle, feeling the jealousy in him while he moved her away from there, closing the door behind their backs. Of course, not without almost tearing the mistletoe from it, swearing to himself that he would burn every single one of it for the end of the day.

“You are cute when you are jealous”

She would never let him forget that either.

[persephone411]

Under the skin (JT x Reader)

Summary: you get your first tattoo from a very attractive tattoo artist

You took a deep breath before you opened the door to Teller Morrow. This was it. You we’re actually going to get your first tattoo. An exited giggle escaped you. During the whole time between the making of the appointment till today you had expected of you to drop out and cancel. But now you were here. With slightly shaking legs you enter the tattoo studio. It was kept in the industrial style with a dark wood floor and exposed brick walls. Dozens of sketches and pictures of finished tattoos cover the walls. A black leather couch was to your left.

“Hey. I’m Gemma. how can I help you?” A brown haired woman behind counter asked you with a polite smile.

“Uhm hi. I am here for my appointment. It’s at half past one” you nearly stammer. The woman nods and checks her computer.

“Yeah, you send your design in a mail, your first tattoo right ?”

“Yes, how do you know?” You asked surprised but Gemma only laughed

“Sweetheart, only first time clients are so nervous, plus you also wrote it in the mail”

“Oh yeah right” you say while laughing akwardly.

“Hey, everything is fine. What will happen now is that I’ll print out the design you send a few times in a few sizes and you can see which one you like the best ok?”

“Yes, thank you. I guess I’m just excited ” you smile while the printer works.

“And that’s totally normal. A tattoo is a big thing, but I assure you after you get your first, you will get more. It’s always like that”

Gemma says while cutting out the design.

“Alright, I printed out three different sizes. You can always say If I should print out more. The placement was the hip ?”

“Yes” you answer and carefully take the smallest of the pieces. Quickly you noticed that the moment you held it in your hand, you fell even more in love with the design and the idea of having it as a tattoo. After a bit you chose the middle size. Not too big, not too small.

“Alright perfect. It’s a really beautiful design. I’m sure it will look amazing on you sweetheart” Gemma says with a motherly smile.

You smiled and she nodded at the leather couch

“How about you take a seat. I’ll bring you some water, hydration is important. My son should be done in a few minutes”

“Your son?” You ask interested and Gemma nods

“Yes, it’s a family business. Here”

She gave you a glass of water, then sat down next to you.

The next minutes you spend taking. You told her the story behind your tattoo idea and she shared her tattoo stories plus the history of the studio. Just as you were about to compliment one of her tattoos on her arm, someone new stepped into the room.

“Alright, We are done”

You turned your head towards the new voice and your eyes widened.

Fuck he was gorgeous

Long blond hair, blue eyes and a blonde beard. He wore white trainers, baggy jeans and a white oversize T shirt. Tattoos were covering his arms. You were so struck that you didn’t even notice the other man, probably his previous client standing next to him

“Ah, perfect, your next customer is already here”

Gemma stood up and you followed.

“This is my son, he will be doing your tattoo” she introduced him and he shook your hand

“Hey, I’m Jax” he said with a mischievous wink.

You introduced yourself and Jax smirked

“Alright, then follow me, you got your design?”

“Yes” you showed him the piece of paper.

Shortly before Jax guided you into the separate room, Gemma called him back

“Be gentle with her, it’s her first time”

Jax nods understandingly

“I’m always gentle at the first time” he said and you blushed at the innuendo.

Then he walks to you into the tattoo room.

“Alright darling, first time eh?” While he spoke he started to stretch himself.

“Excuse me. I’ve worked on that one piece for hours now you can probably imagine what my back feels like after being in one position for so long“

He groaned and a hot shiver rand down your spine.

“No I get it. Don’t worry” you assure him quickly.

He nods but then gets serious.

“Alright princess, where should the tattoo go?” While he spoke his gaze slowly wandered over your body and another shudder went through you. Why did he have to be so attractive?

“I thought about the left hip bone” you tell him and he nods.

“It’s a good spot. Sexy”

You smiled and Jax walked over to his desk to prepare the stencil.

“So, how long have you been doing this?” You ask him

“Now around 14 years i think. I started by doing my first stick and poke on my own leg. I was just a rebellious teen. You know the drill. Then I started to design my own stuff out of boredom. I grew up with this whole tattoo culture. I mean you’ve seen my mom’s tattoos and everything. So when I was 20 I leaned it professionally and we opened up the shop”

While he talked you listened attentively. You loved the way he talked. While staring at his back you notice a few darker spots under the white of the shirt.

“Do you have a back tattoo?” You asked curiously and he nodded.

“Yeah, got it when I was done with the training. It took multiple sessions, still remember the pain. I’ll show it to you once I am done with your stencil”.

He worked for a minute or so in comfortable silence, then he got up.

“This is the stencil, and this is my back piece”

Your eyes widened as he started to strip out of his shirt.

“Wow, that is impressive” you said as you saw the huge sons of anarchy tattoo on his back.

“Yeah, it also hurt as hell go get it. The spine was the worst. You can touch it if you want to. No need to be shy”

He said.

Hesitantly you reached out to touch the ink on his back, tracing the letters.

“That’s insane” you murmur and quickly pull back as a shudder goes through Jax

“It’s fine. Just a bit sensitive on the back”

He explained while turning around to face you. Again your eyes widened. This time because of his naked torso. It was perfection. Although you’ve never seen an actual naked Greek god, you were sure that they looked like Jax Teller.

“You like what you see?“

Jax chuckled as you blushed and started to stammer while avoiding his gaze.

,,It’s fine. I’m just teasing” He said with a playful wink. You nodded and watched as he grabbed his shirt. Quickly he pulled it over his head, then he grabbed the stencil for your tattoo.

“So, where should it go?” He asked and you pulled your shirt up and your pants down slightly to show him the spot you chose. Just on the hipbone. Perfectly hidden from everyone except for the people who you wanted to see it. Jax nods, then without a warning gets down on his knees in front of you. Carefully he presses the stencil against your skin, holding it for a bit and then peeling it off.

“Is this ok? There is a mirror. If it is too high, too low or anything, just tell me. I can do it again”

You nod and walk over to the huge mirror. Eying the blue mark on your left hip. Behind you Jax was still on his knees, watching you.

“Maybe a bit higher” you said and he nods, getting up to get some wet wipes.

Carefully he wiped the blue ink off the stencil off your skin.

Goosebumps form on your body as you feel his breath on your naked skin, tickling you slightly. Jax places the stencil again, this time slightly higher. You watch as he bit his lip in concentration.

“How about now?” He asked and you walk back to the mirror.

“Can you do it a bit more right?” You asked hesitantly.

“Sure” again he wiped off the old stencil and placed it a bit more right. You checked it out again and nod with a happy smile.

“Perfect”

“That’s what I want to hear. You can then lay down on the table and I’ll prepare everything” Jax instructed you.

You did as he told you and watched as he prepared the ink and the tattoo machine. Then he grabbed a black hair tie and pulled his hair into a small bun.

Fuck he was even more attractive now.

With his stool he rolled over to you and watched as you exposed your hip area again.

“I’ll start now and if anything feels wrong, You tell me. We can pause it anytime ok?”

He told you, his voice serious.

You nod and laid down comfortably, focusing on your breath.

Again you couldn’t really belive it, you were actually getting a tattoo !

You felt his gloved Hand on your hip, then he started. It was less painful than you thought it would be. Mostly just a bit of a tickle with a slight burn from time to time.

“How are you doing?”

He asked after a bit, his hand absentmindedly caressing your skin

“Good so far, it’s not as bad as I thought It would be” you murmur while staring at the ceiling.

“Good. If anything happens, tell me”

You nod and he started again.

It was a nearly relaxing process. The buzzing sound of the machine, the tickling on your hip and the quiet rock music in the background. But your favorite feeling by far was his hand on your skin. Although he wore a glove you could feel his warmth, and sometimes his cool breath.

“You mentioned that your first tattoo was a stick and poke on your leg?” You asked after a bit and he hummed.

“Yes, I was 16 and my best friend and me thought it was a cool idea. I tried to do the Harley Davidson logo. But it looked rather bad. Couldn’t get one line straight”

He chuckled and shook his head. You watched him silently. A strand of blonde hair had fallen out his bun ad he bit his lower lip in concentration. As he reached a new spot you nearly flinched. It was much more painful than the rest.

“Shh. It’s alright. We’re over the hip bone now. The skin is thinner” Jax explained and stopped for a bit

“And here I was, nearly falling asleep” you joked. He chuckled and pushed the strand out of his face

“Tell me when I can start again. Did you eat or drink before coming here?”

“Yeah, I had breakfast” you answered. As you two talked you couldn’t help but love how calm and relaxed everything was. Jax really made sure that you were feeling comfortable and for a bit you wondered how it would be to be friends with him, or maybe even to be more. Just as you dreamt about snuggling in his arms on a couch in front of a TV, Jax spoke again.

“Is everything alright ? You seem a bit lost in your head” his blue eyes watched you attentively.

“Yeah, you can start again” you nod towards the tattoo machine in his hand.

He nodded and continued to tattoo you.

“We’re now halfway done” he informed you after a bit.

“What are some of the craziest tattoos you’ve ever done?” You asked.

He thought for a moment then answered: ”I think I have a few specials. Sentimental, funny or plain stupid. But no bad tattoos. I don’t do bad tattoos”

You giggled at his cocky tone.

“Someone’s confident”

He laughed and you nearly melted. It was nearly criminal for someone to be that attractive.

“So? What tattoos did you do?”

“Hmm let’s see. I did my first real one on my best friend, that was quite special. Once time I tattooed a couple which was married for nearly 70 years. That was probably the one time where couple tattoos aren’t stupid. I have lots of sentimental tattoos, like pets who died or the names of children. In regard to funny tattoos… A girl once wanted me to tattoo her vagina. She made sure to ask for me specifically“

“And ? Did you do it?” You asked curiously but Jax only smirked

“What do you think?”

Your eyes widened and he chuckled.

The next minutes was a comfortable silence between you two. Although you had so many questions for him (like what is the favourite tattoo you ever did? Are you single? Can we get married ?) you didn’t say anything. After a bit he broke the silence.

“I’m nearly done sweetheart”

You bit your lip in disappointment. You didn’t want him to be done. To be honest, you would love to fall asleep right here, with his big warm hands on your skin and the quiet buzzing of the machine.

“Do you have a website or a portfolio?” You ask Jax, curious about his work. His own work.

“Yeah. I have a folder and also a instagram page If you are interested. Oh and you can also DM me anytime if you think about getting a touch up or other tattoo related stuff”

“Yeah, that would be great” you smiled, already excited to stalk his social media.

The tattoo machine stopped and you sat up slowly.

“Careful, you could feel a bit dizzy from lying down for so long“ Jax gently grabbed your arm and you blinked a few times.

“I think I’m good. Thank you” you smiled and slid off the tattoo table. Jax was still holding you as you walked over to the big mirror to inspect your tattoo. It looked even more perfect than you expected it to be. The shading was perfect.

“Wow” you say quietly.

“You like it?” Jax was towering behind you, a smile on his face.

“Yeah, it’s absolutely amazing. I love it. Thank you so much”

“I’m glad to hear it” you shivered at the slight purr in his voice.

The next minutes Jax put the second skin onto your fresh tattoo and explained the aftercare to you. Like mesmerised you listened to his voice, barely acknowledging what he said.

“Good. I think we’re done. It was an honor to be your first time and I hope I’ll get to tattoo you again”

Jax smiled and loosely wrapped an arm around you while he led you out of the room.

“And? How did it went?” Gemma asked as soon as you entered the main room of the studio.

“It went well and the tattoo truly looks amazing” you said while beaming. Jax chuckled, visibly proud of himself. You showed Gemma the tattoo and she nodded.

“Good work there son. I hope you treated her like a lady”

“I did. Don’t worry”

The payment process was quick and simple and you thanked Jax again.

“No problem sweetheart. It was a pleasure and hey, maybe we’ll see each again”

You smiled and waved him and Gemma Goodbye.

On your way to the car you opened instagram and found the sons of Anarchy account as well as Jax personal account. The moment you saw the first of his own tattoo designs (and a shirtless picture) you knew you would come back.

[db0xtae]

Winning the Breakup | Chapter 4

- Minho (Xo Kitty X Reader

^ྀི Summary : Y/N, a talented and athletic after an intense breakup, Y/N reluctantly agrees to fake date Minho, to make their exes jealous. What begins as a mutual arrangement soon turns complicated when their fake relationship starts to feel all too real. With humor, bickering, and tender moments, Minho and Y/N's journey proves that sometimes the best way to heal from heartbreak is to allow yourself to fall in love.

^ྀི Warnings : None

^ྀི WC : 828

^ྀི Previous Chapter : 3

^ྀི A/N : Hope you enjoy!!! :)

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Chapter 4: Trouble in Paradise

The cafeteria at KISS was packed, as usual, the loud buzz of conversations bouncing off the walls. Y/N carried her lunch tray through the aisles, scanning for a spot when she spotted Kitty and the rest of the group waving her over.

“Y/N! Over here!” Kitty called, her cheerful smile lighting up the table.

Y/N grinned back and hurried over, sliding into the seat between Yuri and Q. “What’s the gossip today?” she asked, biting into her sandwich.

“Well,” Kitty started, leaning in conspiratorially, “word on the grapevine is that you and Minho had the most public date ever yesterday. Everyone’s talking about it.”

Y/N groaned, her face heating up. “Of course they are. Minho practically advertised it.”

“Advertised it?” Dae asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He strategically walked us past half the school, making sure everyone saw us,” Y/N explained, rolling her eyes.

“Classic Minho,” Yuri muttered, smirking.

“Speaking of,” Q said, nodding toward the cafeteria entrance. “Here comes your boyfriend now.”

Y/N turned to see Minho walking in, his usual swagger in full force. He spotted her almost immediately and smirked, making his way over.

“Ah, my darling girlfriend,” he said, loud enough for half the cafeteria to hear. “Mind if I join you?”

Before she could respond, he sat down, draping an arm around her shoulders.

“Subtle as always,” Y/N muttered under her breath.

“Subtlety is overrated,” Minho replied, grabbing a fry from her tray.

As they ate, Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her. She glanced up and caught Alex staring at her from across the room. His gaze flicked to Minho, his expression darkening before he looked away.

Yuri, who had noticed the exchange, leaned in. “Alex looks like he wants to murder someone. I think your plan’s working.”

“Great,” Y/N said, her tone flat. “Exactly what I wanted: an angry ex.”

Kitty gave her a reassuring smile. “If he says anything to you, just let us know. We’ve got your back.”

“Thanks, Kitty, but I can handle Alex,” Y/N said confidently.

Minho, who had been silent for once, suddenly spoke up. “If he causes any trouble, let me know. I’ll handle it.”

Y/N blinked, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Uh… thanks, I guess.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, his usual smirk returning. “I’m your boyfriend, remember? Protecting you is part of the deal.”

Y/N caught Kitty’s wide-eyed look of admiration, but she quickly waved it off. “Yeah, yeah. Big tough guy Minho.”

Later that day, Y/N had volleyball practice. She changed into her uniform and joined her team on the court, eager to burn off some of the day’s stress.

Minho, for reasons she couldn’t fathom, decided to stick around and watch.

“Why are you here?” she asked, glaring at him as she adjusted her knee pads.

“Supportive boyfriend duties,” he said with a grin, leaning against the bleachers.

“More like annoying stalker duties,” she muttered, jogging onto the court.

Practice started, and Y/N quickly fell into the rhythm of the game. She loved the feeling of the ball connecting with her hands, the adrenaline rush of a perfect spike.

But Minho’s presence was… distracting. She could feel his eyes on her, and every time she glanced his way, he gave her a thumbs-up or a cocky wave.

“Focus, Y/N!” her captain shouted, snapping her out of it.

“Right, sorry!” she called back, shaking her head.

By the time practice ended, she was sweaty, exhausted, and ready to murder Minho.

“Enjoy the show?” she asked sarcastically as she approached him.

“Actually, yeah,” he said, tossing her a water bottle. “You’re pretty good.”

Y/N paused, caught off guard by the genuine compliment. “Thanks,” she said reluctantly.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” he added, smirking.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

That evening, as Y/N was walking back to her dorm, she found Minho waiting for her outside.

“Okay, this is getting creepy,” she said, crossing her arms. “Why are you everywhere today?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his tone unusually serious.

She frowned. “About what?”

He hesitated, looking uncharacteristically unsure of himself. “About… earlier. In the cafeteria. I know I joke around a lot, but if Alex ever makes you uncomfortable, you can tell me.”

Y/N stared at him, caught off guard by his concern. “That’s… surprisingly nice of you.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he said quickly, his usual bravado returning. “But seriously, I mean it.”

“Thanks, Minho,” she said softly.

He gave her a small nod, then smirked. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have better things to do than babysit you.”

“Right,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Goodnight, boyfriend.”

“Goodnight, girlfriend,” he replied, his smirk widening as he walked away.

As she watched him go, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Minho than she’d initially thought. And for the first time, she wasn’t entirely sure how she felt about that.