#oh i'm going to need to change the summary soon. but that is a problem for another day

[littlefireball]

HJ|Something wrong with the potion (M)

Witch! Reader x Best Friend! Hongjoong

Smut|Oral (Reader receive)|Unprotected sex|Make out|Friends to lovers|Reader drank the problematic potion|Both have a crush on each other

Summary: The magic exam is coming soon, and Potions is always the subject you fear the most. You can't remember the ingredients and cooking order of potions, so you decide to ask your friend and "mentor"-hongjoong to help you. But during the tutorial, something wrong happened…

"Oh, finally, you're here! I feel like I'm going to die," Hongjoong exclaims, looking at your cluttered desk with a mixture of herbs and an unknown potion bubbling on the stove. He can tell you were struggling again.

"Why do you always end up like this?" he asked, shaking his head in disappointment. "I don't know. I followed the instructions for the potion, but it still failed," you sigh in frustration. "Clean up the desk first, then try making it again so I can see where the problem lies," he instructs.

As you quickly tidy up the desk and start following the potion-making instructions from the book, Hongjoong warns, "Don't turn up the heat."

"You added the wrong ingredient first, and don't turn up the heat."

"Wait, you missed a step. Don't turn up the heat!"

"Y/N, I specifically told you not to turn up the heat!"

With a loud 'bang,' the potion explods once more, filling the room with thick smoke. Hongjoong swiftly waves his hand, dispelling the smoke with a few incantations. Coughing and tears streaming down your face, you assure him, "I'm fine." "I did warn you about turning up the heat," he remarks. "I'm sorry," you mumble, the desk now in disarray once again.

"Now I understand why you're struggling with this subject."

While grumbling, Hongjoong helped you clean up the mess. You remained silent, acknowledging the truth in his words. "I… well…" you hesitated, at a loss for words, and continued cleaning quietly. You glanced at his handsome face, captivated by his sparkling eyes and fluttering eyelashes that made it hard to look away.

"Let's try again, and this time I'll demonstrate first," Hongjoong suggests. Lost in his gaze, you didn't hear his words.

"Y/N? It's your turn to start," he reminds you.

"Oops, sorry," you blush, feeling embarrassed. He chuckles and shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face.

"You need to put in more effort, or you won't pass this exam."

"Hmm…" you murmur, avoiding his gaze out of fear.

"Hongjoong, do you think there's a medicine that can improve my memory?" "What? Are you thinking of using some unconventional methods?" "No! I really can't remember the recipe." You pout, expressing your dissatisfaction.

"Is there really such a medicine?"

"No, don't think too much about it."

"I'll teach you step by step. Don't worry, with me here, your exam will be fine." You nod in satisfaction, feeling content.

He has always been your mentor. Whenever you don't understand something, he is always there to help you. Even if its not related to academics, he will be by your side whenever you need him. In this long companionship, you have developed unique feelings for him, more than just friendship.

However, it seems that he doesn't have the same feelings towards you. He considers all the help he provides as something friends should do. Whenever there are ambiguous moments between you, he immediately changes the topic or avoids you. But this doesn't stop you from liking him. Yet, this love must remain hidden, or it will ruin your friendship.

"It seems like all the ingredients have been used up," he remarks, scanning the entire desk in search of more, but to no avail.

"I can go fetch them from my storage room,"

"I'll go back to my dorm and get them myself. Who knows when you'll find them,"

"Okay, fine,"

He leaves your room and returns to his own dormitory, while you continue to tidy up the desk. After cleaning up, Hongjoong still hasn't returned. Looking at one failed potion after another, a sense of helplessness washes over you. The mischievous thought from earlier resurfaces in your mind — the memory potion.

You open your computer and search for "memory potion," but the results are all strange. You continue to search, and one particular title catches your attention.

"Make your memory forever." You curiously click on the link. This webpage introduces the exact potion you desire. "I can't believe it actually exists!" You carefully read the introduction on the web page and follow the instructions to prepare the potion, eagerly anticipating the moment of success.

The potion turns out to be even simpler than you imagined, at least easier than the exam content. In no time, you have successfully prepared the "memory potion."

"Hmph, I thought it didn't exist! But now I have prepared it. Let me show you my improvement!" You swallow the purple-pink potion in one gulp, feeling a cold shiver as it goes down. For some reason, you have a bad premonition.

"Alright, let's start revising!" You open the recipe and prepare your notes. But suddenly, you feel dizzy and the surroundings seem to float in mid-air.

"Hmm…? Could it be the potion…?" You have a bad feeling and want to immediately drink the antidote to relieve the discomfort. But wait, the antidote? You didn't prepare an antidote for this potion!

"Y/N! I'm back! How is your progress?" Hongjoong rushed into the room, his hands full of bags of herbs and snacks, only to find you in distress. Your body was burning up, limbs weak, and a sense of discomfort filling you. He quickly knelt by your side, concern evident in his eyes.

"Y/N, what's wrong? Are you okay?" he asks, worry lacing his voice as he checked on you. His gaze falls on the web page displayed on your computer, and his expression turns to one of realization.

"You are so hot!? What happened… you…" He notices the web page displayed on your computer.

"Make your memory forever? Did you mix up some unknown potion again?" Sharp-witted as he is, he knows you drank some unknown potion. He quickly scans the potion's composition and identified it as a sex potion, cursing under his breath at the misleading title.

"These ingredients… when used together… shit!! That's a sex potion! Who the fuck writes this fucking title to distract others?!"

"Joong…?" You hear his voice through your blurred consciousness and try to call out his name.

"Y/N…" Before he can react, you suddenly grab his shoulders and lean towards him, wanting to kiss him. Startled, he backs away, causing you to lose your balance and fall onto him.

His avoidance makes you retreat. Great, you've ruined your friendship. He doesn't like you at all, you're just a friend to him, nothing more. "I…" He hesitates, unsure of what to say.

"No… I am wrong… You hate me, right?" In your dazed state, you say something nonsensical, tears filling your eyes. You struggle to get up, but your weak arms can't support your body, causing you to stumble and fall onto Hongjoong again.

"What are you talking about? Why would I hate you? You know, you're my… best friend…" His voice weakens as he mentions the term "best friend," as if unsure if the words are correct. Is that all you are, just best friends? Is it really like that?

In reality, Hongjoong had already fallen for you, caring deeply for you in ways he couldn't fully express. He was afraid of crossing the line and jeopardizing your friendship, not realizing that his actions were unintentionally hurting you.

But sometimes, he's afraid to cross the line and ruin your friendship, so he avoids you. Little does he know that this action has unintentionally hurt you many times.

Both of you are fools.

"Ummm… I am so hot… Why…"

"That's a sex potion, Y/N. Why did you drink it?"

"Hmm… the antidote…"

"There's no antidote…" You wrap your legs around Hongjoong's thighs, and the slight friction excites you even more. The heat intensifies, urging you to continue to enjoy and pursue this sensation.

"Y/N…" But underneath you, Hongjoong also starts to feel a reaction. He can feel his semi-hard cock pressing against your lower core.

"I've been struggling… Hongjoong… please… I want… help." You embraced his neck with both hands and leaned closer, the friction between your lower bodies making you both even hotter.

"Y/N… I…" Hongjoong, unable to resist any longer, cupped your face gently, his touch tender and affectionate. "Let me help you." As he leaned in to kiss you, a flood of emotions washed over both of you, blurring the lines between friendship and something more.

You let out a muffled sound, sliding your hands under his clothes and stroking his chest. You feel his right hand tracing its way over every part of your body, sending shivers down your spine.

He placed his hand on the back of your head and pushes you onto the ground, straddling you and pressing his lips against yours again. This kiss is gentle, careful not to hurt you. He paused and looked deeply into your eyes, having butterflies in his stomach but also the guilty─unsure if his actions are right and if you truly want this. He is afraid that once you wake up, this friendship would be destroyed, so he decides to speak the words that had been on his mind all this time.

"Y/N, I think I like you… I've been suppressing these feelings all along, afraid that you'd leave me…" Whether it was the effect of the potion or simply psychological, your heart suddenly races, tears unknowingly streaming down your face as the pent-up emotions finally receive a response.

"I…like you, joong."

He kisses you once more, igniting a fire within you that is hard to extinguish. Your lips meld together, a passionate dance that leave you breathless. As his hand trails down to your waist, he slowly undoes your pants, slipping his fingers beneath your underwear and teasing you with delicate caresses.

The sensation was both ticklish and electrifying, causing you to moan softly and arch your hips in search of more. He pressed his knee between your legs, urging them apart to draw himself closer to you. The gentle friction of his body against yours sent shivers down your spine, building an exquisite tension between you.

"Hmmm… Please…"

"Patient, girl."

Aware of your growing need and desire, he quickened his movements. With practiced skill, he slides two fingers inside your cunt, expertly exploring your most sensitive areas. Your back arched in pleasure, a sultry moan escaping your lips.

"So wet for me. I wanna taste you. It must be delicious."

Leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw, collarbone, and stomach, he eventually reaches your core. His tongue dances over your skin, tracing patterns of pleasure as he lavished attention on your clit. The sensation of his tongue and fingers working in tandem drove you to the edge, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

He licks over every part he can find, kissing it from the bottom to the top. You cry with joy and excitement as the heat rushes over you body. His fingers are so deep inside of you, even hitting your spot with different gestures and angles. You can feel your cunt become wetter and desire for more.

"Joong…joong…"

"Don't hold it, just come and you will feel better." Without warning, you reach your peak and all of your juices wet his mouth and nose.

"Are you better now?" You shake your head with discomfort. No, its not enough! Far from enough! Even if you climax, but the heat in your body keeping rising up and shows no sign of cooling down.

"No…no…please more, joong."

"Thats fucking potion…"

"Hmm…" You can't help but reach your cunt as the emptiness is hard to bear.

"Hey, just let me help you. Don't touch yourself." He kisses your clit again and repeats what he did. But you are never satisfied. You had already climax three times but the potion keep pushing you to the edge over and over again. You start to cry, tears flow down to the ground.

"Hey, hey. Don't cry, I'm here."

"Please, it is not enough."

"But I…"

"Please help me, joong…I need you."

He originally wanted to make you climax a few times so that the effects of the potion would wear off, but it seems to be in vain. If he doesn't have sex with you, the effects of the drug will last.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Let me fuck you hard."

He wipes the juices from his face and pulls down his pants and underwear just enough to free his cock. He presses his lower body against your entrance, slowly entering. The sudden satisfaction makes you sit up, holding Hongjoong tightly and laying back on the ground.

"Oh shit, I think I can't last long."

Hongjoong's thrusts are expertly aimed, hitting your G-spot with precision and sending waves of pleasure through your body. His intense gaze never wavers as he watches your every reaction, his movements synchronize with your own. Your breath quickens, and you arch your back in response to his skillful touch.

"You feel so good, babe… so tight around me," he whispers, his pace increasing with each thrust. The sound of your combined moans filled the room, drowning out any concerns about being overheard. Your nails dug into his skin as you hold onto him, lost in the moment of passionate connection.

As the effects of the potion begin to fade, your senses sharpens, and you find yourself fully present in the intimate moment. "Hongjoong…" you gasp, your voice fills with desire. He pauses, concern flickering in his eyes before he kisses you deeply, reigniting the fire between you. Without hesitation, he resumes his movements, and you clung to him, lost in the sensation of his wet kisses and the rhythm of your bodies moving as one.

On this night, you finally confirmed each other's feelings.

At the end of the web page, there is one sentence:

"Let these 7 minutes in heaven be the best moment in your life. MAKE THIS MEMORY FOREVER."

[boltlightning]

landfall: chapter 4

On a bright fateful morn, Jack Sparrow brings rumors of the Black Pearl and her crew of the damned to Port Royal. In theory, the ship should be no match for the dragon Tempest and his Captain Norrington — but the Pearl harbors dangerous shadows of her own. or: potc, but temeraire. multi-chapter wip, ~5.5k words

“This place used to be a den for some of those beasties,” Jack says. “Not like your big’un back in Port Royal, no, but the little wild gits. Rum runners took a chance and used this island as a cache. They came by, and I was able to barter passage off, after…” 

He emerges from the cellar with two bottles of rum in hand and stops short, locked in place by Elizabeth’s glare. “After a grand total of three days,” he finishes. He at least has the presence of mind to look embarrassed. Quickly, his eyes flit away, back down into the cellar. “Looks like they’re out of business now — be it by beasties or your bloody friend Norrington, or his bloody beastie. Or their bloody navy, I ‘spose. Pick your poison, eh?”

“So that’s it, then?” Elizabeth demands. “That’s the secret, grand adventure of the infamous pirate Captain Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on the beach drinking rum?”

Jack shrugs. “Welcome to the Caribbean, love.”

He pushes a bottle of rum into her hands and slinks off. With his teeth he jerks the cork from his bottle with a low pop, and promptly pours the contents into his mouth with all the restraint that a rainstorm waters a garden.

Elizabeth is learning that chiefly luck determines your survival in the Caribbean. Wit comes second, and in a distant third place is perseverance. Though severely lacking the foremost trait, she can lean on the latter two. She turns the cool, dark glass of the bottle in her hand, mulling.

(read on ao3 here!)

[sailortongue]

Wingteam

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

wc: ~1.5k

summary: the team decides that Spencer is in need of a date and they're going to be the ones to help him. But there's just one problem that the team doesn't know about: Spencer already has a girlfriend

a/n: this is my first time writing for criminal minds so they're probably all out of character but pls bear with me. binged the first four seasons in a month and i'm completely hooked on the show and spencer so hopefully i'll write more and improve characterization. any feedback would be super appreciated!

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Spencer Reid was a rather private person, preferring to keep his private life just that: private. But it was getting progressively harder to explain why he didn't want to participate in group outings to the local bars. Truth be told, all he wanted was to get home to you and cuddle on the couch. Not that his teammates knew you even existed. It wasn't that he was ashamed of you! No, never. How could he ever be ashamed of the most wonderful thing in his life? No, it was because he knew he'd never hear the end of the teasing, especially from Morgan. And so he had decided that he would keep you all to himself, after discussing with you, of course. You had no issue with him not disclosing your relationship with his coworkers. However, it was this secrecy that led him to this horribly uncomfortable moment.

“You don't get to weasel out this time, pretty boy. You're coming with us even if I have to manhandle you there,” said Morgan. “And you're not leaving that bar without a girl on your arm,” he added, finger pointed at Reid in an accusatory manner.

It took all of Spencer’s willpower to not outwardly grimace. Like hell he was going to leave with any girl that wasn't you. “I’m not looking for a relationship right now,” he declined. It wasn't exactly a lie; he was already in a relationship, afterall.

“Oh, c’mon, Spence, don't you want to settle down one day?” chimed in Emily. “I bet you'd be an amazing husband.” She redirected her attention, “We just have to find the future Mrs. Reid, right Morgan?”

Morgan smirked, “Sounds like a plan.”

“No. There is no plan. Stop scheming. I told you, I’m not looking for a relationship. And even if I was, I don't think I’d need a team of FBI agents to help me get a date,” Spencer tried to discourage his friends, but to no avail. In fact, it just seemed to egg them on.

“Reid, I’ve never seen you go out with anyone. We’re getting you laid tonight and there's nothing you can do about it.”

“Never seen me go out with anyone? Should I be inviting you along to my dates?”

The sarcasm wasn't lost on Morgan, who rolled his eyes. “You know what I mean.” He turned to look at Garcia, “Hey, babygirl, you wanna help us land Reid a date?” The grin that Morgan had whilst asking was soon mirrored by the technical analyst in question.

“Do you even have to ask, sugar?”

A quick glance around the bullpen at his gathered teammates told him that no one was going to help him get out of this. Spencer’s expression changed to one of panic, but not for the reason that his friends assumed, i.e. that he had no experience with girls and was just nervous. Much to his chagrin, Hotch made a different deduction, and whilst everyone else was discussing their plan for later that night, he leaned down to Reid, “Why don't you just tell them you have a girlfriend already?”

Spencer, who was nowhere near as skilled as Hotch at hiding his emotions, had shock written all over his face. He opened his mouth to question how Hotch knew that, not even bothering to deny it. But Hotch answered before Spencer could even ask the question. “I’m a profiler. To be honest, I'm surprised the rest of the team hasn’t figured it out. Rossi has a suspicion, though.” And with that, Hotch stood back up to his full height and resumed conversation with the team, asking what time they had decided to meet.

I’m so screwed thought Spencer.

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“I’m so screwed,” Spencer announced to you as soon as he walked into your shared apartment, dropping his satchel in the entryway. You looked up from the book you were currently reading, “What happened? Are you okay?” You closed your book and set it on the coffee table, giving your perfect boyfriend your full attention. He sighed and joined you where you were reclined on the couch, lying down and placing his head on your tummy, wrapping his arms around you in the process. You smiled down at him gently and brought your hand up to play with his curls, eliciting a satisfied groan from him. “What's eating you, Spence?”

He tilted his head up before answering, “I have to meet the team at a bar later tonight.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, not seeing what the issue could possibly be. “Ok? Why is that a problem?”

He adjusted himself to be propped up on his elbows on either side of you. “It’s a problem because they've all decided that I'm in need of a girlfriend,” he huffed. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't contain your laughter at Spencer’s obvious distress over the situation. You truly meant no offense, but he was just so gosh darn cute.

“Spencer, sweetheart, why don't you just tell them?”

“Honestly, at this point I just want to see how long it takes them to figure it out without me outright telling them. We're not supposed to profile each other, but it becomes second nature due to the job, so they're bound to pick up on it eventually. Hotch already knows, and he said that Rossi is suspicious. The others haven't caught on yet, but now Morgan wants to be my wingman for the night. How am I supposed to play this off?”

You thought about it for a second before an idea came to mind, a sly grin sliding across the features Spencer loved oh so much. “You're going to do exactly what Morgan wants.”

Spencer blanched, immediately objecting to your words. How could you even suggest that?

“Hold on, I’m not done. I’m not sending the love of my life out to flirt with anyone that isn't me. So what we’re gonna do is….

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“Oh, what's this? Did pretty boy find a pretty girl?” teased Derek. His friend practically looked like those wolves from vintage cartoons with hearts for eyes and tongue rolling out of their mouths. His question caught the attention of the rest of the table, all of whom saw Spencer with his eyes trained on a lovely young woman sitting at the bar.

“You should go talk to her!” encouraged Penelope.

“Oh, she's so pretty!” exclaimed JJ. “I agree with Pen, you should definitely go talk to her!”

Hotch watched as the rest of the team, all at least a few drinks in, hyped Spencer up with intoxicated enthusiasm. He had a barely-there smile on his face, watching the events unfold. He watched as Spencer’s face got redder and redder with the attention. As entertaining as this was for the others, it was infinitely more entertaining for Hotch, since he was certain that the woman at the bar was Spencer’s secret girlfriend.

Finally, Spencer gave in to his friends’ demands and approached the bar, seating himself beside the woman. Beside you. Knowing his friends were watching, he had to pretend as if he was meeting you for the first time.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he offered.

You glanced at him coyly before accepting his offer. At some point, the two of you fell into the usual rhythm of conversation you always had, speaking to each other in a way that betrayed how close you really were.

Back at the table, Rossi leaned over to Hotch and gestured for Hotch to lean in as well. “That's the kid’s girlfriend, isn't it?” he whispered. Hotch pulled back with an amused expression and gave the slightest nod, confirming Rossi’s question. Meanwhile, Morgan was placing a bet with Garcia about how long it would take for Reid to leave with you. Morgan was confident that it would be within the next thirty minutes, stating that Reid, who wasn't the most socially adept but was having such a lively conversation, must have really hit it off with you. They watched as Reid spoke to you, all smiles and wild hand gesticulations. And then there was you, the pretty woman who, unbeknownst to the team (minus Hotch and Rossi), was already irrevocably in love with their resident genius long before they took it upon themselves to be a whole wingteam. The radiant smile you wore matched the one Spencer had as you responded to him just as enthusiastically as he had been speaking.

Unfortunately for Garcia, Morgan won their bet. The two of them watched as Reid leaned in to whisper something in your ear. When he pulled away, there was a prominent blush on your face that the minimal amount of alcohol you had couldn't possibly be responsible for. You nodded at him, and he stood from his stool, offering his hand for you to take, which you did as you followed him to the exit.

“My man!” called Morgan from across the bar, raising his beer in Spencer’s direction. Hotch and Rossi chuckled, exchanging glances and shaking their heads. The rest would figure it out eventually. It might be when they receive a wedding invitation, but eventually nonetheless. 

[stylescine]

no because i have had this thought since this years met and i NEED to tell someone

imagine like influencer!reader who is doing interviews at the met (kinda like emma chamberlain) and she’s like a very known fan of harry (and was very open ab having a crush on harry online because she was so sure this man would never see it) and she interviews him and is lowk nervous because….. he’s harry styles and maybe he somehow (definitely) KNOWS. she has a massive crush on him and just

basically that!!! so if you could could you write something w that? i’ve had the idea for months it was driving me crazy

lingering

Summary: Everyone knows Y/N has a crush on Harry. But she didn't expect him to know about it too. She could have never imagined things to unfold this way...

Warnings: Y/N has a very obvious crush on harry, fangirling ig???, Harry is a tease, suggestive language, anxious Y/N, oh Harry is also a huge flirt, kind of a fast pace way to a one night stand (no graphic description)

Words: 2.3k

A/N: Gosh, I love that idea!! Influencer!Y/N x Harry is one of my favourite dynamics ever. This turned out way longer than planned but I hope you still have fun with it!

Masterlist | Request

The Met Gala was the event of the year. For everyone. Not only for her. But for her it meant so much more. It was her first opportunity to make the jump from being a simple Influencer to being a real presence in the world of fame and celebrities. Of course, she wasn't just seeking fame and attention, but more possibilities. Open up new ways of life for herself and–

There was a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around in an instant, looking at a familiar PR manager she had talked to a few weeks ahead of the gala.

"I'm so glad you could make it. We were really blown away by the podcast you did and we're excited to see how the interviews on the red carpet will turn out," the blonde woman said, giving her a soft smile. She was wearing a tight black dress, a clipboard in hand, but the blush on her cheeks, combined with the small beads of sweat on her forehead, were the only things telling of today's pressure on her.

Y/N could understand. She had paced up and down in her hotel room earlier today, changing her outfit three times and making sure every little strand of her hair would be in place perfectly. Today was not for imperfections. Today was a step into the future – hopefully.

"I need to thank you for inviting me. This opportunity is really one of a kind and–"

"I'm so sorry, dear," the manager interrupted her as she fumbled around in her small Valentino bag, following the ringing of her phone. "No problem," Y/N replied, giving her a reluctant smile.

She could hear the camera shutters go off in the distance, probably due to the arrival of the first guests. Her palms were growing sweaty. She was getting closer to her "big" moments. Soon, she would be talking to all these famous people, ones she had always looked up to, others she had admired for years.

"It's time to go," the manager said quickly, pushing Y/N into the direction of the carpet. The camera man followed close behind, probably being on her tail the entire day. A microphone was pushed into her hand as well as she stepped out onto the long red carpet, hundreds of photographers waiting on the sides. Their lenses were focused on the few celebrities already on the carpet.

Ryan Reynolds was one of them which made her feel giddy inside already.

But the real surprise came around the corner just a moment later. Flashing lights were going off left and right as he appeared in his lace outfit. It was way more see-through than she could have handled in any other situation.

Harry Styles looked stunning.

Her grip around the microphone became tighter as she watched him pose in front of the cameras, earring dangling on his sides, his hair styled perfectly.

A part of her wanted to rush over immediately. Ask him a million questions and record all of it. Because when would she ever be face to face with the Harry Styles again?

Another part of her, a much stronger one, felt the urge to run backstage and escape this moment. She was way too afraid to embarrass herself in front of her biggest celebrity crush. The worst thing was – everyone knew she had this huge crush on Harry for years. She was quite open when it came to talking with her community about people she thought of as attractive or had a crush on. But she was also usually a thousand miles away from said crushes. It had always been a quiet admiring through her phone screen and giggles exchanged with friends over dinner.

Harry wouldn't know this, of course, but it surely didn't make the situation easier for her.

He seemed to be a walking reminder of what people knew about her and testing her own awkwardness in the process.

Before she could turn around and make her escape to probably lock herself in the bathroom as to not embarrass herself in any way – because that would truly be a tragedy in front of him – he was already right in front of her.

There was the charming, witty smile he was giving his fans or interviewers all the time. His eyes looked a deeper shade of green as she was standing right in front of him. Of course, she had looked at a thousand pictures of him over the last few years, but nothing came close to this moment. Maybe it was the heat that was rushing into her face or maybe the overwhelming urge to present herself from her best side – but it was all so different than she had ever imagined.

Y/N took a long breath. She needed to focus. Or else millions of people would see her shocked expression all over Instagram, Twitter and National TV. So she did what she always did best. Entertain.

She turned towards the camera. "Harry Styles just joined us at the Met Gala!" She said excitedly and none of it was part of her acting. Genuine excitement was bubbling uncontrollably in her belly.

Then she turned back around and shook Harry's hand. It was enough to make her legs wobble for a moment, but she was a grown woman and she would stay calm. On the outside at least.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

He knew her name? How did he know her name?

Something had to be wrong. She tried hard to stop herself from pinching her arm in an attempt to wake up from this dream or nightmare – whatever you wanna call it.

"You're looking amazing tonight. Do you mind telling us more about what you're wearing?" She smiled and held the microphone into his direction.

Harry gave her an enthusiastic nod and then started to talk all about the designer of his outfit and how it was composed. She listened carefully, bound to his lips as she had been so many times before through the screen.

He continued to keep eye contact with her, continuously making her nervous. It wasn't his fault. She just wasn't prepared to get any attention at all from him.

"Thank you so much. Are you looking forward to tonight's after show party?" She had so many more questions to ask. About his music. Even about his favourite food. But none of that was expected of her right now and she didn't want to lose herself in the admiration she had kept for that man for so long.

"Definitely. Will you be there too?" Harry tilted his head to the side, slightly – a small sign of curiosity.

The thoughts in her head stopped for a moment. Was he really asking her...? He was just making friendly conversation. Nothing more. The slight smirk in his face was nothing. Nothing to think more about.

"Probably. Maybe we can share a drink if we see each other?" She could feel her palms growing more and more sweaty. Was this really not just a dream?

"That will be on me. See you later then." Then he shook her hand again and she prayed that he wouldn't feel how sweaty she had become. How her nerves were running wild inside her body.

"See you later."

Her face felt like it was on fire just a few hours later. She was looking at herself in the mirror, her hair having turned messy and her eyes almost screaming the truth at everyone.

She was nervous and out of her mind.

The music outside was loud. Giggles and laughter echoed over into the bathroom whenever the door opened and a new woman came in. She had seen so many celebrities today that she had lost count. Some of them asked her if she was alright, if she needed help with her make-up, while others just continued on with their day.

When she was alone for a brief moment, she took a deep breath. "It's gonna be alright," she muttered under her breath before she pushed herself off the sink and went back into the crowded room.

The bar was illuminated with purple lights and that's where she was headed. On her way there, she could see him following her in the corner of her vision.

This was really happening.

"What would you like to drink?" His voice was deep, but loud enough for her to make out his words in the packed room. A shiver ran down her spine when she felt his arm brush hers as he made his way to her side.

Harry leaned against the counter casually, his outfit catching her interest immediately. He had changed into a white shirt with a huge red bow at the front.

And he still looked as good as earlier.

"A Martini is just fine," she answered with a smile, pushing herself to sit on the barstool. Harry ordered two drinks for them, before he sat down on the chair next to her.

"You're enjoying yourself?" His voice was laced with curiosity once more, his hand resting on the bar. She had a hard time not taking a closer look at the rings adorning his fingers.

"Oh yeah, a lot. What about you?"

"The evening is about to get a lot better now that I finally found you," he admitted with a low chuckle and accepted the drinks from the bartender when he came back over.

Y/N could feel her head spinning. What did she do to get all this attention from him? Did he know what he was doing to her? Did he know about her crush on him?

"Those are some pretty heavy words if you acknowledge the fact that we have never met before today," she replied, a simple attempt to cool down herself and ground them both in reality again. Or more so herself.

"That's true, but I like to make people happy."

She almost choked on her drink. He had to know something. How would he know that talking to her would make her day?

Knowing that Harry Styles had probably seen a video of her made her feel even more dizzy.

She needed to loosen up. This would be her only chance at spending an evening with her favourite singer and long-time celebrity crush. Another sip from the Martini as a way to gather some liquid courage as quickly as possible.

"Me too. I hope talking to me makes you just as happy as it makes me," she answered with a smile, gathering all the confidence she had.

Harry's lovely smile as he took a sip from his straw was all she needed as confirmation. Maybe she was in for a good time if she came out of her shell and was able to push her anxiety to the back of her mind.

"It definitely does. I've seen your video on 2010's fashion just a few days ago. It was a really good watch."

She couldn't hold back her huge smile. Harry had seen her videos and liked them. That was more than she had ever hoped for. More than she had ever allowed herself to dream about!

“Oh my god, that means a lot to me, I-“

“I’m so glad you didn’t include my too tight skinny jeans in there, actually. That would have been embarrassing,” Harry joked casually, his eyes wandering from her hands to her mouth and then her eyes.

While his eyes were filled with joy and curiosity, his gaze still seemed to keep her trapped under his spell. There was something undeniably charming and menacing about Harry Styles.

She had known it all along, but seeing it in real life, actually being under said spell, was a different experience entirely.

"I believe they still looked decent," she admitted with a small shrug, taking another sip from her drink.

"You certainly don't look decent tonight. That can only be described as stunning."

She was so taken aback by the compliment that she was close to spitting out her drink. Her hand wrapped tighter around her glass and she was thrown into a spiral of nerves and anxiety. Was Harry Styles straight up flirting with her? He definitely was and she had no idea how to act.

"Have you looked at yours-"

"I don't need to look at myself if I can look at something better." His voice had grown deeper and he moved closer ever so slightly.

She was at a loss for words now. Where was this going?

But she quickly decided that she liked it, despite her initial anxiety.

So Y/N took a step closer as well, her fingers brushing past Harry's as she was setting down her drink on the counter.

"You're really a flirt," she whispered, wondering if he had even heard her over the loud music.

But his eyes seemed fixed on her lips, a smirk resting on his own.

"As you have suspected in a video or two..."

It sent a shiver straight down her spine to get more and more confirmation that he had been watching her stuff. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and she wanted to let him do whatever he wanted.

This was what she had been waiting for.

"Maybe you can prove a bit more of my assumptions right?" She replied, fingers brushing over his forearm, under his sleeve and feeling the soft skin. She wanted to see him without the top. She wanted to finally see that naked chest up close, take a look at every little line of his tattoos and count them all.

"Why would we waste any more time then?" He grinned, his right hand coming up to wrap around her wrist slowly. He took her hand away from his skin, intertwining their fingers slowly before he slid off his chair.

They left their drinks unfinished.

But there was more important business to get to.

[holdmytesseract]

If you are seeking soon to be dad Daryl, what about a fic where Y/n gets pregnant but she's scared to tell Daryl because what happened to Lori? Maybe she is finally able to tell him when they get reunited after the prison falls and by then she's already showing? Idk I know it says requests are closed but I saw your post!

Blessing in Disguise

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: After discovering that you are pregnant, you don't know what to do; being utterly afraid after what happened to Lori. You don't even have the chance to tell it your boyfriend, Daryl, because after the prison fell, you and Daryl get separated. Can you find him again and finally be brave enough to tell him?

Warnings: the usual TWD stuff, walkers, weapons, angst, mentions of birth and pregnancy, fluff!

Set in Season 4/5!

Word Count: 4,6k (Whopsies...)

a/n: I promised y'all a new Daryl fic and here it is! ☺️ Thank you for this wonderful request @starfirette ! ☺️ I loved, loved, loved to write this! 🥰 I hope you like it. ☺️ I changed the timeline a little bit - and I uh, may have ignored the existence of Mika and Lizzie, because I somehow struggled a lot to write them. I hope that's okay. 🙈

Tagging: @in-this-minute @thefemininemystiquee @hotgirlsshareaccounts @azanoni @lokisgoodgirl @goobysgoobers @fuseburner @fictive-sl0th @alexreadz07 @sweetpeapod

Masterlist

Biting your lip nervously, you watched your friend from afar, loading stuff in a car. He was alone, so your only opportunity to ask was probably now - or never. Taking a deep breath, you bit the bullet and walked over to him. "Hey, uh, Glenn?" The black-haired man turned to face you. "Oh, hey Y/N. What's up?" He asked you, smiling. "Can... Can you please get me something from the drugstore you're going to?" "Sure thing, no problem. What is it?" You bit your lip again; shaky fingers handed over a small piece of paper. Glenn took it and slowly unfolded it. His gaze scanned the written words, eyes widening. "Y-Y/N this... This is-" "I know, Glenn, I know. Please, keep this to yourself, okay?" "Of course, but... You know that everyone says I'm bad at keeping secrets?" You sighed, rubbing the heels of your hands in your eyes. "Yes, but you're my best friend. I trust you." The Korean nodded, "You got a point there..." and stuffed the note inside his jeans pocket. "Don't forget it, please." "I won't, promise."

You spent the time walking from one place to the next. Your mind was restless, and so was your body. A billion 'What if...' questions were running through your head on lighting speed. It felt like your skull was going to burst any second. The wait for Glenn to return was almost unbearable. "Y/N? You alright?" Maggie's voice cut through the loud noises in your head. Blinking, you stopped in your motions; looking up to face her. "Y-Yeah, of course." The woman looked at you quite a bit sceptically. "Are you sure? You seem really... uneasy and nervous. Something wrong between you and Daryl?" You quickly shook your head at your friend's words. "No, no! Everything's perfectly fine! We're good. I'm good!" Maggie eyed you a second time doubtfully, "Alright." before she turned around to leave again. You breathed out relieved, closing your eyes. Gods... That was hell.

About two hours later, Glenn and a few Woodbury people came back from the run. Subtly, your best friend handed you the small bag. "You got it?" He nodded. "Yeah. Brought three different brands." You stared at the bag, taking it into your hands. "Thank you." "Of course." You gave Glenn a small smile, which he returned. "You can talk to me about... You know. I-I'm always here for you." "I know - and I appreciate it so much." Before the Korean could even answer, you had pulled him into a big hug.

Now you sat in the cell you shared with Daryl - who was on a hunt at the moment, on the bed, staring at the bag in your hands. You had to do it. You just had to. You needed to know. So, you grabbed all three packages and sneaked into the prison 'bathroom'. Taking the tests were easy. Waiting five minutes for them to show a result was excruciating. Once again you found yourself walking up and down the room, hoping for once time would pass faster. At some point you couldn't take it anymore. You had to look; waited clearly long enough. Closing your eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath, you stepped over to one of the sinks - where you had placed all three tests, and taking a look at them. The first one. Positive. The second test. Positive. And the third result. Positive. "Fuck..." You were pregnant – without a doubt.

Shock wasn't the right word to describe your emotions right now. It wasn't really a shock, since you had the assumption; showing the typical signs for over a week now. Fear and panic were better words. In another world, you would've been happy. Having a baby with the man you loved was everything you ever wanted. Daryl was that man. The rotten, destroyed and dangerous world was a big problem, sure. Not just the walkers were a big threat. The disease, which roamed the prison had been a problem, but also other people out there. People like the Governor, for example. But now that you had the prison back and successfully defended your home against that psychopath, you weren't that concerned about the circumstances and surroundings. The prison was safe. What was a bigger problem and the cause for your main fear and panic, was what had happened only a few months ago... Judith's birth, and Lori's death. She died, birthing a child - and that was what gave you the chills. What if the same fate befell you? What if you were going to die as well, bringing yours and Daryl's baby into this world? Like Lori already once said… This wasn't a hospital. Sure, you had medical supplies - but not enough for a c-section or worse. If there would be complications, you were sure going to die - and you didn't want that. Despite that, it was already kinda hard enough to provide for one baby, but two? You didn't know. You really didn't know. What were you going to do now?

Driven by the panic coursing through your system, you went on search for Glenn. You needed to talk - and your best friend was your safe haven right now. Telling Daryl wasn't an option. Not just because he wasn't here at the moment anyway - which had left you worried sick enough, but also because you just were too afraid. You didn't want to do this to him. If you were really going to die during childbirth, you would put even more weight on his shoulders. He already had to carry enough.

"Glenn?!" You shouted up the guard tower, knowing that he was on watch at the moment. Seconds later, the door sprung open and his head appeared. "Y/N?" He shouted back. "Can... Can I come up?" You choked out; the tears on the brink of falling. "Uh, sure!" Quickly, you made your way up the stairs and through the doors. "T-Thanks." "Sure thing. Did you take the- You did." Glenn said, turning to face you and noticing the tears in your eyes immediately. "Is it... positive?" You nodded. Glenn's eyes widened. "You are... pregnant?" Once again you nodded; having lost the ability to form words. Without another sentence, Glenn bridged the distance between you and him and hugged you close. A big hug - exactly what you needed right now.

The two of you just stood there for a while, embracing each other. The only thing which could be heard, were your quiet sobs of desperation.

"W-What am I doing now, Glenn?" He pulled back from the hug, looking at you a bit confused. "What, uh, do you mean?" You blinked, staring at your best friend. Was he serious right now? He didn't get it? "Glenn, I... I can't have that baby!" And again the black-haired man's eyes widened. "Wait, what? You want to...?" Shrugging your shoulders, more tears started to fall. "N-No, but... I'm afraid of being pregnant; of birthing that baby. You know what happened to Lori! What if this happens to me, too!" Glenn immediately shook his head. "It won't, Y/N. Judith's birth went wrong, because Hershel wasn't with her. Lori was at the wrong place on the wrong time, unfortunately. It won't happen to you." You scoffed, not seeing this as easy as him. "That may be true, but what if Hershel can't be with me as well, huh? For any reason? And nevertheless, this ain't a hospital... It's a goddamn prison." The Korean sighed, tried to reassure you further, but it was no use. "I'm going to take you to Hershel now." He said, grabbing gently your arm and pulling you with him. "W-Why?" "Because maybe he can reassure you; and especially prevent you from having a panic attack." You said nothing; knew that he was actually right, so you didn't protest.

Passing by a lot of familiar faces on the way - due to the people from Woodbury your group had taken in in the prison, Glenn brought you to the small infirmary, where he was surely working.

"Hershel?" Glenn called out, trespassing the big doors with you. "I'm here." You heard the elder man call out, before he stepped out of one of the cells turned hospital rooms. "Glenn, what can I- Oh, hello Y/N." Neither of you said a thing, causing Hershel to look confused at the both of you and get closer. "Is everything alright?" Glenn turned to face you, squeezing your shoulder gently. "I'll leave you to it." With those words and a smile, he disappeared through the doors again, leaving you alone with Hershel. "Are you not feeling well, dear?" "Y-Yes." What were you saying? "N-No, I-" Even more overwhelmed now, you took a deep breath, trying to get yourself together. Hershel could see how you struggled; that you were rattled and of course, that something was bothering you. "Come, Y/N, let's sit down." The older man gave you a soft smile and gestured for you to follow him. He guided you into an empty room, in which he told you to sit on the small bed. "I'll be right back." You nodded, still too shaken up to form words.

A few minutes later, Hershel came back with a water bottle, handing it over to you. "Drink." You nodded once again, twisted the cap open and took a few big sips. "Good. Now take a few deep breaths and tell me what's wrong - if you feel up to it." You did what Hershel instructed you to do; took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. You needed that. You didn't know it, but you needed that. "Thank you." The man nodded at you, giving you another small smile. "O-Okay, so... Um, I... I wasn't feeling that well for the last few days. Always tired, no matter how much I slept. Sometimes, I had a bit nausea and mood swings... A-And I had to pee more often." You paused for a moment, fiddling nervously with your hands. A look into Hershel's face told you that he already knew what you were trying to say. After all, he was a doctor, but he didn't interrupt you; let you speak on. "W-Well, I counted one and one together and... Glenn brought me three tests. I just took them and..." "They're positive?" You nodded, clenching your jaw in order to suppress the upcoming tears. "W-What do I do now, Hershel?" The older man reached his hand over to gently place it on yours. "Be happy about it. This is a gift. A wonder." You scoffed, controlled by your fear once again. "It wasn't a gift for Lori, was it?" Hershel sighed, knowing exactly what you meant. "What happened to Lori was an accident. It was the wrong place and the wrong situation." "That may be true, but what if I'm going to die, too? What if this baby decides to come in the wrong place and the wrong situation as well?" "That won't happen." "Why are you so sure of that? This just isn't a world to have children anymore." It was a back and forth and throwing arguments - until Hershel shook his head and gave your hand a squeeze. "Now listen to me, Y/N. I know very well that this must be not easy for you. I can understand; given what happened to Lori. But Lori had Carl through a c-section, so the chances were pretty high she needed to have Judith with a c-section as well. You on the other hand have very good chances for a natural birth." He said calmly, pausing for a moment to let his words sink in. "Despite, you are such a strong woman. You've got Daryl by your side. You've got all of us by your side. A safe place with the prison..." He gave you a smile. "We're going to make this."

Hershel's words managed to calm you down a bit and take away some of your anxiety - quite to your surprise. "Y-You think?" "Yes." You nodded and stayed quiet for a moment, before the next thought hit you. "B-But what if Daryl doesn't want this?" A low, hearty chuckle rumbled through the elder man's chest, causing you to look at him confused. "Y/N... That man would do anything for you and that baby. You know just like me how adamant he was to keep Judith alive and healthy. He was the first one who reacted, went immediately out on a run to get her formula. Daryl would never reject that baby, trust me. He is going to be a great father." He squeezed your hand again, giving you another smile, which you couldn't help but return. "Now let's get you checked up and make sure to start on the prenatal vitamins."

And for a short moment, everything was perfectly fine. Sure, you still had your doubts and fears, but the voices in your heads became quieter, due to Hershel. Unfortunately, your happy phase didn't last even three days. Suddenly everything turned sour, when Hershel and Michonne vanished, the Governor returned to take the prison by brutal force with the two missing people in tow as hostages, murdering Hershel in front of yours and everyone's eyes – and the fall of the prison in the end. It happened so fast. Within minutes, everything was heading south with walkers flooding the place and a war breaking loose. Suddenly everybody around you was crying and yelling, while you just tried to hold on to Daryl - but it was no use... In the end, you lost him, got separated from him and ended up with Tyreese, who had saved baby Judith - and who absolutely wasn't bad at all, but Tyreese wasn't Daryl. The prison was destroyed, your family split up, not knowing who survived and who didn't. Your boyfriend and still unbeknownst to him, father of your child was probably dead and you had absolutely nothing left. Within a blink of an eye, you had a mess on your hands.

"We have to go back!" You shouted after Tyreese, as he walked on through the woods, further away from the prison. "We have to go back and look for him!" Your friend gave you no answer, just continued to walk on. With a cocktail of anger, hurt, frustration and sadness coursing through your veins, you quickly caught up to him. "Tyreese!" He stopped suddenly abruptly in his tracks. "We can't, Y/N! We can't! Don't you see? Our home is destroyed, overrun with walkers! Going back there would be suicide!" "I don't care! I have to find him!" Tyreese sighed, bouncing Judith in his arms to keep her asleep and quiet. "I know this is hard for you and I am truly so, so sorry, but we have to look after Judith now. Make sure she survives." A part of you knew that the man was more than right, but your heart just couldn't accept this. You had to made sure that the man you loved was alright. So the emotions inside you exploded, causing you to reveal your 'secret' to your friend. "And I have to make sure that the father of my baby is alive!" Your eyes widened immediately after the words had left your lips, realisation dawning on you. Tyreese's eyes widened as well; his jaw dropping. "You... You are pregnant?" You nodded; tears threatening to fall. "Please, Tyreese, please..." Your voice was quieter and softer now, on the verge of begging. The man sighed once again, before placing a free hand on your upper arm, squeezing reassuringly. "No. It's too late." You wanted to speak up again, but Tyreese was quick to cut you off. "It won't change a thing if we are going back there." "Fine. Then I'm going alone." You wanted to turn on your heels and go, but Tyreese stopped you; grabbed your arm gently. "I can't and won't let you, Y/N. You are pregnant! I'd never forgive myself if something would happen to you. We stay together. Maybe we find Daryl somewhere around here. He is a survivor, you know that." Those words seemed to finally do the trick and convince you to not go back. Instead, you fell into Tyreese's arm, hugging his side and crying against his shoulder.

"Y/N!" Daryl looked around frantically, scanning his surroundings, while taking out several walkers on his way. "Y/N!" He couldn't see you. He just couldn't see you. "Y/N!" The tank, standing in the yard distracted his search for a moment, as he made sure to push a grenade down the gun, causing the man inside to jump out, before the tank exploded. Daryl was quick in driving an arrow through the enemy's chest; looking once again around. "Y/N!" The archer was on the edge of despair, so afraid to lose you. He had held your hand so tight and nevertheless, you were just suddenly gone, vanished into thin air, just because he had to use the hand which was clasping yours to kill an approaching walker. It was a mistake. He should've never let you go and rather just waste an arrow. Feeling the tears coming up in his eyes and witnessing more walkers storming the destroyed home they had built up, he screamed out your name from the top of his lungs for one last time. No response. No you. "Fuck!" He cursed, throwing his weapons to the ground and rubbing the heels of his hands in his eyes - until a familiar voice spoke up behind him.

"Daryl!" The archer spun around. His gaze landed on a young woman with blonde hair. Beth. "I was trying to find the kinds to get them on the bus." Daryl shook his head. "I lost Y/N. I can't find 'er. I can't find 'er." Beth looked at him compassionately, taking his hand. "I'm so sorry, Daryl." The man was quiet for a moment, until he ripped his hand loose from the teenager's soft grip. "You gotta Beth, you gotta go. Get yourself to safety." The young woman's eyes widened. "No! I-I... What about you?" "I can't leave. I need ta find Y/N. I can't lose her." Beth frantically shook her head. "You can't, Daryl. If you stay, you're going to get yourself killed! There are too many walkers!" "Don care. Gotta find 'er." He wanted to walk past Beth, but she held him back with a hand pressed against his chest. "No! Y/N wasn't inside the prison. I didn't see her. You couldn't find her outside. What if she was inside the bus, or left already with someone else?" Daryl's eyes flickered, the gears in his head turning. "Please... If you go in there now and get yourself killed, Y/N is the one who is going to suffer. You don't want that, do you?" Daryl swallowed, shaking his head. "No." "See? Now come on. We have to go. We'll look for her, I promise!" He nodded and followed Beth, still not sure if this was the right decision.

Time passed. Day after day went by. While you, Tyreese and Judith found Carol on your way, Daryl lost Beth to god knows who and found Rick, Carl and Michonne somewhere on the way. They weren't you, but he was relieved to see that other members of his family had survived. Unfortunately, they didn't know what happened to you as well, leaving the archer still in the dark. It was torturous. But so it was for you.

At some point, you lost track of time, couldn't tell if the weeks had already turned to months or not. What you knew was, that the baby living inside you, must be there already for at least three months, since you lately started to show, having a small baby bump now. Carol quickly counted one and one together as well, making sure together with Tyreese that you were safe and protected.

Well... And then Terminus happened. While Daryl tried to stay alive with the others, Carol went on a rescue mission. You wanted to accompany her at all costs, but of course she didn't let you. She didn't want to risk your life and with that the baby's life as well. So, you stayed behind in that little hut with Tyreese and Judith, making sure that this strange man you took hostage didn't escape. Let's put it this way... Not every part of it went according to plan, but in the end everything turned out to be fine. More than fine, actually...

"I'm not digging around with this crap. We just made it out." "The fences are down. They'll run or die." Daryl listened in silence to the group and Rick's arguing, biting his lower lip - until he heard the leaves of the forest ground crunch, alerting him that someone - or most likely rather something must be there. He was right. But it wasn't something. It was someone. Carol. Daryl couldn't believe his eyes, seeing his best friend standing there, only a few feet away. He didn't think he would ever see her again. Not after she had been banished by Rick. But there she was. Daryl didn't hesitate, ran over to her and pulled her into a big hug. That attracted the others attention as well. Everyone was exhausted to the core, but undeniably happy to see Carol. Rick as well. He approached the two friends. "Did you do that?" Carol nodded meekly, on the verge of tears. Rick went immediately to hug her, wrapping both his arms tightly around his friend. "Thank you." The grey-haired woman retreated from the hug, smiling softly. "You have to come with me."

That was exactly what they all did. They followed Carol to the little hut… "They're back! Y/N they're back!" Tyreese exclaimed, watching their family approach the hut through one of the windows. "Really?!" You literally jumped up from where you sat on the ground beside Judith's makeshift crib. "Yes!" "Daryl! Can you see Daryl?!" Tyreese turned to face you, smiling. "Look for yourself." You sprinted to the window, seeing familiar and also a few unfamiliar faces. Among them, was Daryl. Seeing him kickstarted your heart, sending waves of pure happiness through your veins. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh," you splattered out, before moving over to run out of the hut. "Daryl! Daryl!" The archer's eyes shot up, landing directly on you. For the second time within minutes, he couldn't believe his eyes. He had already lost hope, thinking he was never ever going to see you again. "Y/N..." He breathed out, letting his crossbow fall to the ground and running towards you, meeting you halfway in a hug. You literally jumped into his arms, wrapping both your arms and legs around him. "Daryl..." You sobbed, burying your face in his neck. "Y/N..." You could tell that Daryl was crying as well. His voice quivering and unsteady. The world around you faded. Just you and Daryl existed in that very moment. "I-I thought I lost you. I thought I was never going to see you again." You stammered, still clinging to him. "Me too. I couldn't find ya. I searched for ya, but I just couldn't find ya." "I'm here now." You whispered with a smile, peppering the skin on his neck with small kisses. "I am never going let ya out of my sight again, I promise. 'M gonna protect you better, I swear." You shook your head. "You always protect me as best as you can. This wasn't your fault. Stop blaming yourself, please. It was the Governor's fault. Nobody else's." Daryl just nodded against your shoulder, relieved that he had you back in his arms. That was everything what mattered in that moment. You held him for another while, before you untangled yourself from around your boyfriend and backed up a bit, just enough to look into his blue, greyish eyes. Though, one eye was slightly swollen and red. All in all, he looked quite battered and bruised, causing your heart to ache. Gently, you cupped his scruffy cheeks, looking at him with furrowed brows, worried. He noticed that of course, "M fine. Don worry." and started immediately to rub reassuring circles in the clothed skin of your hips with his thumbs. "You don't look fine, Daryl." The archer shook his head. "M fine, really. Jus' a black eye and a few cuts and bruises... How are you? You alright?" His question reminded you suddenly of the baby, growing in your womb. His baby. You swallowed. Now was the time to tell him, wasn't it?

"Y-Yes, I am, b-but there's something I need to tell you, I-" "We need to go." Rick's voice suddenly cut through the air, loud enough to catch both, yours and Daryl's attention. The archer looked at his brother, an arm still protectively wrapped around you. He hadn't noticed your small baby bump yet. "Yeah, but where?" He asked. "Somewhere far away from there," answered Rick, everybody shuffling around to get ready for moving along. Daryl nodded, thinking the same as Rick. "You two coming?" "Yes, just give us a minute. We'll catch up." You jumped to answer your friend, before Daryl could. You had to tell him. Now. "Alright. Just don't stay behind. We'll make sure to look out for you." You nodded, giving him a smile. "Thanks." The others went to follow Rick, leaving you and Daryl on your own - for now. The archer's gaze met yours again, fear and worry clouding his blue-grey orbs. "What is it?" Daryl asked, eyes suddenly widening. "You didn't get bit, did ya?!" You quickly shook your head. "No, no! It's not that! I didn't get bit!" He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing out relieved. "Thank fuck. What is it then?" You took a deep breath. Now or never. "I-I'm pregnant." Daryl blinked, looking at you incredulously. "W-What?" You bit your lip, gently reaching for his hand and placing it on your small baby bump for him to feel. "I-I'm pregnant." An audible gasp left his lips; emotions getting stuck in his throat and tears blurring his vision. "P-Pregnant? Y-Yer pregnant?" You nodded, having to fight the tears once again as well. "Oh Y/N..." Daryl sobbed, engulfing you in another hug.

"Since when do you know?" You swallowed hard, knowing that this question would come. "A few days before the prison fell..." "W-What?" He was shocked. "Why didn't you tell me?" "I'm sorry. I-I wanted to, but I was so afraid because of what happened to Lori a-a-and I dunno... Before I could tell you, everything went south. I'm so sorry." "Damnit, Y/N... Jus' imagine what could've happen if you ended up alone out there? Ya could've died!" "But I didn't! I found Tyreese and Carol. They took care of me. They always made sure I was okay." Daryl scoffed, but took your hands into his. "Don scare the shit outta me again, woman, I swear…" You had to smile softly at his words, shaking your head, "Promise." and stood on your tiptoes to kiss him lovingly. "Let's catch up to the others. You stay close ta me. I don't want ya out of my sight, understood?" You nodded. "Yes, Sir." "Good." The archer intertwined your fingers with his, grabbed his crossbow and gently pulled you with him, in order to catch up to the others - what you did in the end. "So, you're not mad at me, that I'm, well... Pregnant?" Once again, he shook his head. "Why should I? This is wonderful, actually. Maybe not the best time, but we're gonna make this. Judith made it, too." You smiled up at him, your heart full and content with love. "I love you." "I love ya too, sunshine - and I promise I'm goin' to look after you and that kid."

[thelov3lybookworm]

I Didn't Ask For This (part six)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: Marriage had always been something sacred to little Y/n, something dream like, where her husband would come and whisk her away to a fairyland. At least, that's what she had always thought.

All her dreams would be shattered.

But maybe she can salvage them?

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Tw: forced marriage, none more that I can think of, so let me know if I need to add anything.

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Y/n walked around her room, getting dressed as she thought about the previous night.

She had found her husband kissing someone else, then gone to a very noisy place and talked to a male, then bought back home by her husband, nearly died, yelled at her husband and then agreed to giving him a chance.

That was not at all what she had expected when she woke up the previous morning, but that now felt centuries ago.

There was a knock on her door, and when she opened it, she found Nesta bouncing on her heels and looking nervous. It gave Y/n a little fright, because Nesta was not one to be nervous.

Hell, she would probably look the Mother in the eye and judge her for making the world.

"Nesta, is everything alright?" Y/n spoke slowly.

Nesta nodded, taking a deep breath before speaking. "So, you know how we train everyday, like, with Cassian, Emerie, Gwyn, and all those priestesses?"

"Yes?" She drew out the word.

"So I would love... if you could join us."

Y/n blinked. "You want me to join you." Nesta nodded. "I don't know Nesta... I don't think that's a good idea."

"Then stop thinking."

"What?"

"You said you think it's a bad idea, so stop thinking." Y/n laughed, shaking her head.

"Is... is Azriel going to be there?" She questioned, because despite her having agreed to giving him a chance, she wanted to keep interactions with him minimal.

"Yes, but I can kick him out if you want."

"And how are you going to kick him out?"

"I'll probably order Cassian to throw him out. Or I'll kick him between his legs, so hard that he wouldn't be able to leave his bed for days. Then we can train in peace."

"Even though that would be a good way to get rid of him, I don't think I want anyone to get hurt. I'll come, but I want you to know that I haven't ever done anything like that in my whole life, so it will take time."

"That won't be problem. So you're coming?"

"Now?" Nesta nodded. Y/n sighed. "I guess i don't have anything else to do. I'll come."

Nesta squealed before becoming serious again. "Do you have anything other than dresses and gowns?" Y/n shook her head. "Hmm. I think you can wear mine. They would surely fit you."

Before Nesta could say or do anything else though, a bundle smacked her straight in the face. She grunted, catching the bundle before it could fall to the ground.

It was training clothes. Nesta scowled at the ceiling. "You couldn't have been a little gentle?"

In response, a wind that sounded like a laugh swept through the hallway.

Nesta handed the shirt and pants to Y/n, who closed the door and changed into them. They felt weird. She had only ever worn dresses and gowns, having no need of wearing pants and shirts.

When she stepped out, Nesta began tugging Y/n towards the training area, linking their arms.

Maybe Azriel wouldn't be there. Maybe he would have some other work to do.

Her prayers went unanswered. He was present.

As soon as she entered, their eyes met.

As the corners of his lips lifted in a small smile, she quickly looked away, towards the opposite end of the ring where Cassian was having a conversation with Gwyn and Emerie.

As Nesta led her towards them, Y/n looked at the other females present. By the looks of it, the training was hard.

Y/n wondered if she'd be dead by the end of the training session.

•○🌑○•

Y/n was dead. She was sure of it as she lay on the ground and stared at the sky.

Nesta's head appeared in Y/n's vision, grinning.

"Did you have fun?"

"Do I look like I had fun? I'm never doing this again."

"Oh shut up. It wasn't that bad. Just a few squats and lunges and planks."

"Not that bad? I feel like I'm dying, Nesta."

"What's the fun in it of you don't feel like that?"

"I hate you." Y/n muttered as she sat up, groaning at the pain in her body. Just then, a hand appeared in front of her and she glanced up.

Azriel smiled at her. "I could help..."

Without breaking eye contact, she stood up on her own and turned back to Nesta, who winked at her, grinning.

Nesta nodded towards the exit and started waking towards it. As Y/n started to follow her, Azriel caught her wrist, but let go when she looked at him. He swallowed.

"I thought you said you'd give me a chance."

"And?"

"You aren't– never mind." A pause. Then. "Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight? Just us."

She wanted to ask why, even though she knew the reason. Finally she sighed. "Fine."

He smiled. "Thank you. I'll be waiting."

•○🌑○•

Part 7

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[lazycats-stuff]

Could I request a Bruce Wayne x son reader(plus batboys if possible) where bruce finds out reader is his bio son and has been under the care of another justice league member(if possible I’d prefer hal Jordan with reader also being a green lantern and Hal’s sidekick) his whole (or at least most of) life (could you also include hal pettily reminding Bruce that reader maybe his bio kid but he is a green lantern not a bat?)

Oh shit... Bruce is going to lose his mind. I hope I made the scene petty enough.

Summary: (Y/N) is a Green Lantern. That's what Hal Jordan says. In reality, he is a Bat and Bruce has something to say about it.

Warnings: Hal Jordan is petty, Bruce wants his son, Hal is like nope, it's up to (Y/N).

Bruce noticed something about (Y/N) Jordan, the son of Green Lantern. He has seen him without the mask and he noticed some similarities between the boy and himself. There were physical similarities, but also personality similarities.

Bruce was reminded of one girl he had an adventure with over a decade ago. He didn't think much for a couple of months, but a mission changed his mind. (Y/N) joined his dad on a mission with Batman.

Hal thought that the (Y/N) could benefit from learning from Batman. Everyone could learn something from Batman. Hal would rather die than admit that out loud, but he had respect for Batman.

(Y/N) was excited to go on a mission with Batman. He always found the man interesting and extremely badass. But he was also kind of scared of him, especially when he was completely calm, but you could tell that he was pissed beyond belief.

Where the mission went wrong was that (Y/N) got injured by Deathstroke. It seemed that Deathstroke was tasked to kill (Y/N). Who wanted Hal's son, well, Bruce's son dead?

They didn't know, Bruce promised to look into it. Hal was thankful for this and it allowed him to take care of his son. Hal knew that biologically speaking (Y/N) wasn't his son, but he didn't mind it. His partner at the time warned him and he didn't mind.

He loved (Y/N) and nothing would change it.

Well, that was until Bruce ran (Y/N)'s DNA through their database by complete accident. He was shocked when his DNA was a match. Oh no. He tried the results once more. A match again.

He looked into (Y/N) in more detail. That''s why he was so similar. His mother was the one Bruce was with over a decade ago. What the hell? Now, how is he going to break this to Hal?

He wanted his son to live with him, but he knew that (Y/N) was connected to Hal. Oh no. There was this problem. He needs to talk to Hal as soon as possible.

Bruce had to reign his emotions in when talking to Hal. He has called him into a private room in the HQ, thankfully, Superman was nowhere to be found and that was something he was happy with. Bruce didn't want anybody else to hear this.

He didn't know how well this could go. Hal is very protective of his son and who know how he would take the news.

" So Batman, what did you want to talk about? " Hal asked, sitting down.

" I wanted to talk about (Y/N). "

That got Hal's focus up to the highest level. " What about him? "

" I was looking into why Deathstroke would kill him. I must have put his DNA through the system and it came back as a match. To mine. " Bruce finished up and Hal just nodded.

" I know my then partner was pregnant. I know (Y/N) isn't mine, but I love him none the less. "

" I know that. But I want him to live with me. " Hal wanted to laugh, say that it's a joke, but Bruce was dead serious.

" Not happening. "

" Lantern, I know you are mad, but he is my son. He is something that you guys would call a bat. He belongs with me. I feel bad for not being in his life. "

" Well, Bruce, here is a fun fact. He is a Green Lantern and not a Bat. Just because your adventures don't tell you they are pregnant is not my concern. "

" I want to tell (Y/N) at least. " Bruce tried, but Hal raised his arm up to stop him.

" No. As far as (Y/N) is concerned, I'm his dad. Although I think he is suspecting it now. And if he wants to know, I will tell him. If you think about telling him, I will end you. " Hal threatened with a smile and Bruce just nodded.

Hal would most definitely make sure of that threat. " Good. And don't forget. He is a Green Lantern and not a Bat. " Hal reminded before leaving the room, leaving Bruce alone.

Now he wants to just cuddle with (Y/N). Hal shook his head as he left. (Y/N) is his son and no biology will change that.

[sunny44]

Daddy’s girl

Pairing: Mason Mount x Mom!reader

Warnings: just fluff.

Summary: you and Mason decided it was time to take baby Olivia to her first Chelsea game and it goes better than the expected.

Today would be the first time we would take Olivia to see Mason playing.

She had gone when I was pregnant and once and then I stopped going because of my difficult pregnancy and after she was born I stared getting a lot of hate online saying horrible things about the baby so we decides that we were taking her when she could walk by herself.

And today is the day.

Mason was already at the stadium and I would go along with his family who were downstairs waiting for us.

"Are you excited to see daddy?" As soon as I mention Mason she gets up and starts jumping on the bed "I guess that’s a yes."

I finished putting on her Jersey with the Mount and the number 19 on the back, she was wearing her Chelsea uniform and her little Nike air.

"We need to pin your hair up." I spoke to her but Olivia was distracted playing with Mason’s socks she had found on the bed. "My God you really are his daughter."

I've made two buns on her and took her on my lap down the stairs to find his family already waiting for us.

"I'm sorry it took so long, she have Mason’s energy."

"No problem honey you have you and mini Mase to dress up." His mother smiles at us leaving the house.

I went in the car with his parents and we were driven to where we were going to watch the game but right at the entrance Olivia saw a huge picture of Mason and she ran screaming “daddy” and hugged herself to the wall. The scene was the cutest thing in the world and it was a shame that I couldn't record it and show it to him later.

When the players entered the field and the big screen was showing them, Olivia screamed as soon as she saw her father.

…

The game was wonderful and Chelsea won it, Olivia spent much of the time screaming and every time the screen showed Mason she celebrated seeing him and the people watching us probably knew she was his daughter since some of them started to take pictures or record us.

After we were free we went to the field, Olivia was on my lap super excited to see everyone including some of her football uncles as I like to call them.

"Look there baby is Uncle Kai, go give him a big hug." She laughed and ran over to him since she hadn't found Mason yet.

"Hi love." He says hugging me from behind.

"Oh my god Mason you scared me." He laughs and I turn to him. "You were amazing I’m so proud of you."

"Thank you." He kisses me. "Where's Oli?"

"She went to give Kai a hug." I pointed to her on his lap and a few other players along making her laugh.

Her relationship with Kai was funny because Olivia was a miniature of Mason, super energetic and likes to talk to everyone and Kai was serious most of the time and not the most affectionate person when it comes to physical touch.

"Olivia." At the same time he calls out and even with all the noise she somehow seems to hear and cracked the biggest smile when she saw him. "Hey baby girl."

"Daddy." She shouts as he picks her up on his lap.

"Did you have fun?" she agrees and he puts her on his shoulders.

I took some pictures of her on his shoulder and lap and then some of them playing with the ball.

"The guys are going out for dinner to celebrate the win, do you want to go?" He asks. "Some of their girlfriend’s are going."

"We can go yes but can you take me somewhere I can change her? This uniform of her smells like horrible and she didn't even play." He laughs.

"I need to shower and get change so I'll take advantage of that and give her a bath in the locker room."

"Alright, let’s say goodbye to your family and I'll separate some clean clothes for her."

We said goodbye to his family and Mason went with Olivia to the locker room, I separated an outfit for her and I obviously wasn't going to go in and risk seeing things I shouldn't have so I knocked on the door and Ben opened it.

“Is everything ok?" He asked worriedly.

"Yeah it's just that Mason is giving Oli a sower so we can go out and meet up with you guys and I wanted to ask someone to give him her clothes."

"Why didn’t you come in?"

"Because I don't want to see your things." He laughs and yells asking if anyone was naked and since they said no I went in. "The only one who might be naked is Mason but considering you have a daughter with him at least once you saw him naked."

I rolled my eyes at his comment and soon Mason let me know she was ready and handed her to me, he went to shower and I was drying and dressing her. When she was dry and in her diaper she got up from the bench and started running after Reece and Christian.

"Oli come back here."

"No." She ran and stretched her arms out to Kai’s who grabbed her in his lap and she hid in his neck.

"Are you hungry?" At the same time she gives me a quick look and I swear I've never seen a little girl as hungry as this one. "Where we're having dinner they have that pasta you like.”

She quickly holds out her hands to me and Kai laughs at how quickly she comes onto my lap. I dressed her I a white blouse and some leggings and a coat that Ben gave it to her.

"Mason I'm going to wait with Oli in the cafeteria."

"Okay love I'm just finishing up and I'll meet you guys there.”

Me, Olivia and a few more of the boys left with me and we went to the cafeteria to wait until Mason was ready to go to dinner.

Dinner was great and right after we ate Oli fell asleep and is sleeping until now, she spent the whole time jumping from lap to lap until she stopped at Mason's where she didn't let go of him and now we are going to the car with her on his lap.

"Wow you don't know how amazing today was." He comments smiling. "Oli went to her first game, we won and I am the luckiest guy in the world to share life with you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it and Oli loved it." I put the bags on her in the backseat as he adjusts her in the car seat. "You know that giant picture of you outside the stadium?"

"I do."

"I couldn't record it because it all happened so fast but Oli as soon as she saw it ran out screaming daddy and hugged the wall." He laughed and left a little kiss on her forehead and covered her with her binky.

"You have no idea how much I love this little girl." He says starting the car and beginning to drive towards our house.

"She loves you too, every time you appeared on the screen she screamed and clapped her hands calling for you."

"Thank you for taking her today, it meant a lot to me." He takes my hand and leaves a kiss on the top of my hand.” I know it’s not easy to have a public life and I really appreciate you so much for loving me and doing all those sacrifices for our family. And I also know that it was not easy to take her today because now people know how she looks but I really love it, so thank you.

"No need to thank me, you know I would do anything for you." He smiles and we went home after this amazing day.

Bonus scene!

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Y/nmount our baby girl went to her first game to cheer for daddy and her uncles

Masonmount my little lucky charm, daddy loves you so much

Debbiemount she was the cutest fan

Benchilwell I’m giving her a jersey with my name and number on it

Masonmount I’m throwing away

Y/nmount she’s going to love it ben, thank you

Fan65 we’re finally able to say that baby mount looks exactly like Mason

Y/nlovers yesssss, she’s all him

[spidybaby]

Tea party

Summary: All it takes for you to fix your problems is a tea party.

Warnings: None.

"You can't be serious, are you?" He says between laughs.

"I am. Stop laughing. "

"Oh please, you're being ridiculous."

You stopped arguing, feeling like your feelings are not important to him.

You turn around, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes. As much as you try to control your breathing, you can't stop the sob that leaves your mouth.

The moment he heard you crying, he knew he fucked up, no matter the situation or what the actual fight was about he crossed a line.

The argument was accumulated tension, or maybe it was the fact that you felt ignored.

He tries to reach you, but as soon as you feel his hands on you, you back away from him, making your way upstairs, needing space to calm you down.

You take a few breaths and clean your tears, not wanting your kid to see you like that.

"Hi baby," you say as you enter your daughter's room, "was your movie good?" She nodded, dedicating you a sweet smile.

All the anger and the sadness you felt because of the argument was now put aside. The sight of your four year old makes you calm down.

"Are you ready for the tea party, Mommy?"

"Of course I am, baby. I even have a perfect tiara for the occasion." You kiss her cheek and start preparing the little table for the tea party she wanted to have.

Kylian gave her a tea set as a present, and she was obsessed with it, always asking you to have tea parties with her.

Today was not different. She made little invitations for the tea party, giving one to you, one to Kylian and one to Teddy, her special teddy bear.

"What tiara are you wearing, my love?" You ask her finishing the setting of the table, just like she likes it. "You want to wear your pink one?"

She's getting her teddy bears ready for the party, as they're the special guests. "Yes, please."

Fixing the tiara on her head without messing her curls, you kiss her cheeks, admiring her. She was a copy of her dad, the eyes as glowing as his, the smile as big as his. She was perfect.

She was Kylians whole life. If she saw something she likes, she'll have it the next day. He makes sure she grows like the princess that he says she is.

"Let me get the tea and the food for us to start, okay?"

"Can you tell Daddy we are waiting for him?"

You tried not to change your expression. For her sake, you were going to act as if nothing happened.

"Yes, I'll go get Daddy."

You exit the playroom and make your way downstairs. The kitchen alone.

You prepare the things quickly, putting them on a wood plate.

Before leaving, you walk over to his office, and the door is open, so it's easy for you to get his attention.

"Hey," you say bearly audible.

"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't."

you cut him off, not ready for this conversation.

"Not now, Kylian. Let's just go upstairs."

As you were about to leave he grabbed you arm.

"Please hear me out"

"Not now, our daughter is waiting for us. Let's go."

Your move your arm freeing you from his hands.

He follows you closely as you grab the things and walk upstairs back to where your daughter is waiting.

"Hi princess," he says, picking her up. "I love your tiara. You look beautiful"

You set everything while they talk. Kylian has his eyes fixed on your every move.

"You need your crown, Daddy"

He puts her down and takes a seat while she looks for his king crown.

You took a seat on the other side of the table, moving one of the teddy bears, not wanting to sit next to him.

He's trying to ignore the situation, not wanting to ruin the rest of the day.

Kylian helps your kid with the crown and helps her sitting at her "special place" the one she herself picks only for her to sit on.

"One or two cubes of sugar?" You daughter ask you serving some tea on the cup.

"Two, please."

The tea party continues, and neither Kylian nor you are speaking.

As much as you think your daughter is unaware of the situation, she's a smart girl, and she can sense how you're ignoring each other.

She's used to seeing you two being all touchy and loving, so now that you are not even looking or making conversation, she starts to feel uneasy.

"Daddy"

"Yes, my princess?"

The tears in her eyes make Kylian worry.

"What's wrong bébé?"

She doesn't answer, her lips quivering as she starts sobbing, Kylian picks her up from her seat and places her at his lap. "Don't cry, princess. Tell me what's wrong."

You get up and move to where she was sitting, your hand caressing her back.

"I don't want you to stop loving my mommy"

You exchange a worried look, not aware of the fact that she heard the argument.

"Don't cry, princess. That's never going to happen."

"Are you going to stop living with us?"

She was now crying uncontrollably.

"No princess, stop crying, please. I'm sorry."

Kylian lulls her into his arms, repeating her that everything was okay.

"Amour, please don't cry."

She calmed down a little as you both reassured her that nothing was going to happen.

"I'm sorry, princess. I promise you I'll never stop loving your mommy."

"Then why were you yelling?"

You feel like crying, not wanting your child to have to deal with the fighting.

"It was nothing, amour, daddy and I were just mad, but that doesn't mean we don't love each other. I love Daddy so much."

Kylian extended his arm for you to cuddle into him.

"I don't want you to end like Lola's parents."

And that's when it hit you.

You were Lola's mother shoulder to cry about her divorce. She spent days with you crying about all her marriage problems, and that was also affecting Lola. You never thought your kid was picking all the negative energy from that. But now you realize your mistake, talking about adult thing in front of the kids.

"Baby," you felt comical for a moment, wanting to even laugh at your daughter innocence, but you weren't going to, not wanting to make the situation worse for her. "Daddy and I would never end like that. That's a totally different situation. I'm sorry you thought that, I'm sorry you heard us fighting."

Her eyes are now on you.

"You promise."

She put her pinkie up, and you wrap your own with her.

"I do."

You kiss her cheek and dry her tears.

"I'm sorry, princess."

Kylian fixes her tiara and kiss her cheek.

"You love mommy?"

He laughs, looking at you now.

"I love your mommy so much I can't even explain to you. And I'm really sorry I ever made you think I didn't."

Your eyes water, feeling overwhelmed.

"And I love you so so so so much, Ky."

You close the distance, kissing him quickly.

"And we both love you, princess."

You both kiss her, making her laugh.

"Another kiss"

She laughed as you kissed each other and her again.

You stay like that as the evening continues, finishing the tea party.

When the night arrives, you go down to prepare dinner for your family.

After a few minutes, Kylian enters the kitchen with your kid in arms, laughing at something.

He puts her down as she go looking for her coloring book.

"I'm sorry, you know how much I love you, I never meant to dismiss your feelings, I understand where you were coming from, and I'm sorry about it. I'll promise to work on that."

You turn the heat off and turn to face him.

"I'm sorry too, I don't like fighting with you."

You hug him tightly.

"I want a hug too"

You both laugh, hugging your little bundle of joy.

Yes, you have your ups and downs, but that's life. At the end of the day, you were thankful for your little family, knowing that your wouldn't change a thing.

[fooled-around-and-fell]

Already Broken

Summary: Soldier Boy fools around with someone that's supposed to be insignificant. But he finds himself more drawn than he could ever be.

Genre: romance, angst

Characters: Soldier Boy x female reader

WARNING: cursing, violence, smoking, mentions of weed, depictions of sex, mentions of abuse, character death, minors dni -- It's Soldier Boy, he is the warning.

a/n: this man.. I can't.

Masterlist

It didn't matter who he was.

You didn't care, as long as he showed up with the money or weed he promised.

"So, what time you get off today, darlin'?"

Ben sat in the booth, having his lunch where he always does -- the diner you worked at. It was small, grimy, but a local favorite.

"Soon, in about half an hour." You replied. "What do you want?"

He smirked. "You know what I want. Keep the change, I'll see you later tonight."

You first met Ben when he was saving your boss, the diner owner, from being robbed. That's mostly why he always eats at the diner, his payment for saving your boss was a free meal each day (though he leaves tips anyway).

After having you serve him, Ben didn't want anybody else. He would only ask for you, and that sparked your deal with him. In reality, it was just an opportunity for blackmail.

He caught you smoking in the back alley one time, and after threatening to spill the beans to your boss, he decided to keep your little secret. In exchange of your services -- after hours.

He'd come, fuck you over, and leave money. You took offense at first, but at this point you didn't care. It was money that you needed, and he fucked you good.

By the time you reached your apartment, Ben was already inside waiting for you.

"There's my sweet." He sighed in relief before spreading his legs and smirking, "Strip."

Rolling your eyes, you took off your clothes, showing him your naked body underneath the waitress uniform you had to wear.

"Mm, no underwear under that short skirt? Baby, you should've told me earlier." Ben stood up, circling around you, his breath right next to your ear. "Would've taken you right then and there."

You gulped, feeling his cold uniform touching your bare skin.

You know the rest.

------

Sometimes you wonder if what you're doing with Soldier Boy is worth it. Yes, he's charming, he has that je ne sais quoi factor, and God was he handsome. The only problem was that he's ruthless, and calling him a 'bad guy' was an understatement.

"You're scared of me." He stated the obvious while lying naked on your bed. "Why?"

"Are you really asking why?" You snorted as you put on some clothes. "You could literally snap my head off at any moment you like. That fact isn't exactly comforting."

He smiled, "Aw, but I won't do that. I like you, you're fun to keep around."

"Very reassuring."

He had stuck the money on the fridge with a magnet, like he always does. It still makes you feel bad, makes you feel like a whore, but you needed the money -- at this point, you are a whore.

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing."

He frowned, a smile of disbelief on his face. "Usually you'd already be smoking by now."

"I can't." You said, "My brother's coming to visit and he's staying. I need to look like I have my shit together."

"Brother? I didn't know you had a brother."

You raised a brow. "Cause I don't need to tell you. Anyway, you can't come over for the next week."

It was his turn to raise a brow. "What do you mean I can't?"

"I can't have my brother look at me like this -- with obvious sex bruises."

"Sounds like you're even more scared of your brother than me." He joked, but when he saw the look in your eyes he started to wonder.

"Oh, you are scared of him."

"He's my brother." You swallowed thickly, grabbing yourself a glass of water. "He's just strict."

Ben looked at you for a minute before deciding to let the topic go. "Well, whoever he is, I'm still coming over. He can't stop me from getting my daily dose of addiction."

He left a kiss on your neck before leaving your apartment. "I'll see you soon, baby doll."

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Yes, you're scared of your brother.

It sounds silly, but when you were kids he used to hit you -- playfully at first, but then it got more serious. He called you names that he would disguise as playful and harmless, and you believed all he said.

That's why as you're picking him up, you're nervous as hell.

"Took you long enough."

"Hi to you too." You sighed, "Come on, my apartment's just down the block."

He handed you his bag and walked ahead. "Keep up, dumbass."

"Why are you here, anyway?"

"What, I can't visit my little sister?" He said in a 'loving' tone. "My friends are gonna hang. I'll just be here for a few days."

Thank God. You thought to yourself.

Your brother, Kyle, immediately went to your fridge to find some food.

"Help yourself..." you muttered.

"What did you say?" He frowned.

"Nothing," You sighed, dropping his bag on the couch while you cleaned up some dishes.

Kyle leaned against the counter. "Damn straight. You're starting to disrespect me. I should check in on you more often."

"I'm an adult, Kyle." You protested, "You don't need to protect me."

Big air quotes on protect.

"You're still my little sister." He sighed, "I don't want anything to happen to you."

For a moment there you felt like Kyle's changed. Maybe he's different now. Maybe he's no longer the ass-

"What the fuck?" Kyle squinted at the bruise he could see under your shirt. "Is that a fucking hickey?"

You pulled your shirt. "No, um, it's-"

"It is!" He scoffed, "God, I'm out there working my ass off and you're here just whoring around town? Jesus Christ."

"I'm not-"

"Get a real job, Y/N. Oh wait, sorry, you already have one -- being the community slut."

It was rage that you were feeling. Your hands were sweating, your heart was beating too fast for its own good, and your hand was holding a glass.

You did what you always do, breathe in and out. Count to ten. Don't let him get to you--

"Who the fuck would want you now? Worthless. Since the moment you were born."

Until that last comment somehow triggered your arm to swing and hit his head. The glass in your hand shattered into pieces when it hit his head, and Kyle was now lying on the ground, unconscious.

You weren't sure what happened -- no, you know exactly what happened.

Your hands were shaking while you tried to balance yourself.

What did you do?

How- why- shit-

"Shit."

You heard a familiar voice at the entrance of your apartment.

"Ben.. I-"

"Don't move." He said, warning you about the glass that was everywhere. Ben moved closer to Kyle, checking his pulse, though he knew the chances were slim. There was a big piece of glass that went through his skull.

"Is.. Is he?"

Ben stood up and covered you away from Kyle. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up."

"Ben, is he- is my brother.. I didn't mean to, I.. I couldn't.." You struggled with your words, chest heaving in panic because you realize what you'd just done.

Ben checked your hands for any cuts, but luckily they were small. "Don't look at him. Look at me. You're okay, alright? You don't need to explain to me what happened."

"But I-"

"Shh, it's okay." Ben pulled you into a hug, making sure you face away from Kyle's body.

It wasn't like Ben to act like this, to put someone else before him. He had no intentions to protect you, but the moment he saw the fear in your eyes, it was like instinct.

"Listen to me, here's what's gonna happen."

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Things moved fast. One moment you were picking up your brother, and now his body is being carried away to the morgue. Ben did all the talking to the police.

His story?

You're his secret girlfriend who has an abusive brother. When he arrived at your apartment he saw your brother hitting you in ways unimaginable. He did the only thing he knew how to.

The story wasn't a lie, except for the last part.

Ben wanted to protect you, but you knew damn well you killed your own brother. The guilt, the shame -- it was eating you up. And Ben could see it.

Ben managed to convince the authorities that you're too much in shock to speak, and he brought you back with him to his place.

"Hey," He called out softly, rubbing your back. "How are you holding up?"

He couldn't believe he's actually being nice, for once.

You sat on his bed and looked at him. "You're being nice to me."

He chuckled. "You just went through something traumatic. It's gonna take a while for you to get through it."

You mouth went dry.

"I.. I killed my brother."

"You were defending yourself."

"Against what? His words?" You scoffed, "He was yelling at me.. he was being fucking condescending and I just.. I lost it."

Ben reached for a blunt he casually had nearby and passed it to you.

"He was abusing you. Maybe not physically, but it doesn't matter. He's been doing that to you your entire life." He said. "If you ask me, it's about time he learnt his lesson."

"He's dead, Ben. He didn't learn anything."

The blunt was gone fast.

Ben stayed with you for the entire day, even though sometimes you didn't know what to say. Ben didn't know what to say either, he just knew he couldn't leave you alone.

At one point, Ben carried you to his bathroom. He ran a bath, made sure it was warm, and sat behind you, washing your hair.

"Why are you being nice?"

"You just went through something, sweetheart. I'm trying to take care of you."

You looked down. "I know, but you didn't have to. You could've just left me, watch me get arrested.. but instead you lied for me. You took the blame. Wait, what's gonna happen to you? Aren't you going to get in trouble?"

He chuckled, "Sweetheart, I'm Soldier Boy. I can do anything I want."

You turned to face him. It was the first time you saw his expression so gentle, so kind.

Ben let you rest your head on his chest while he rubs your fingers, knowing well that you could still feel the glass breaking in your hands. He couldn't handle you looking at him like that, it made him feel things.

"You know, I was alone when I got here." He started. "Everything was dark, I couldn't find my way. And then I met you, and.. I don't know, things just started falling into place."

"I didn't do anything though."

"That's the crazy part." He smiled, "You were just there. Whether I needed you or not, you're always there. Even if you only did it for the money, or the drugs, I don't care."

Ben didn't want to add any more to your plate. You've had quite the day. So he just held you and massaged your sore shoulders.

"Just stay and let me be here, alright? We'll figure out everything else tomorrow."

"..Alright."

[bearw-me]

This is kinda dark so if you don't wanna do it it's cool. Can I request Carmilla running into a son reader? [Years before she had her daughters she had a son but she was too strict/serious on her boy which led to him...taking his own life. The experience made Carmilla realize she mightve been too hard on him so when hid sisters come around she showers them with love] The reader thinks carmilla is going to scold him, scream at him or anything but she just hugs him hard and tells him she's sorry and that she loves him

i'd like to put my author's note up here before you guys read what i wrote/make a little disclaimer!

TW: mentions of harm

I wouldn't write the act, per-se, but i had absolutely no problem with your request because it doesn't really involve those details (fic wise) this one is mostly about comfort and a nice reunion!

just before you go, know your best-friend mal is always here for you <3 this and every other fic i write is my silent love-letter to you

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐨 — ����𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

𐐒 includes : carmilla carmine x son!reader, odette, clara 𐐒 cw : angst, hugs, kisses, comfort 𐐒 summary : after a few decades in hell, you decide it's time to stop putting it aside and visit your mother for the first time since you've appeared in hell. as anxious as you are, she receives your visit with open arms. 𐐒 word count : 1.1 k

The metal body of the cab rattled against the broken highway, the sights of Pentagon city flashing past you in a pink florescent blur. You sighed, slumping into the leather seats.

Were you really doing this?

The thought made your stomach bubble with new found nerves. Rolling and wrenching the muscles in your stomach so hard you suddenly had to lean forward in your seat. Forced to stare at all the dust and garbage littered about the floor.

"Oh god I'm gonna be sick," you mumbled to yourself.

"Don't throw up in my car kid," the driver growled at you, suddenly adjusting his rearview mirror so that he could keep an eye on you.

You tried not to roll your eyes, taking a quick glance out of the window just in time to witness the change in districts.

"Might wanna keep your head down kid! We're in Carmine's district now," he laughed, a hoarse sound filled with cigarette smoke.

You had never actually been in this part of hell. After all these years you've been here, watching as the districts had shifted between hands in the great soul exchange. . .

All those years until you realized she had fallen here just like you.

And you didn't really know how to process that thought just yet.

The once chaotic district was now more silent.

Shadows skulking between buildings and alleyways, making deals to sell weapons and bartering for money.

You grimaced, opting to let those images blur in your mind and let your head fall against the rattling window.

What possessed you to see your mother after all these year? Who knows. . .

It just felt like it had to be done.

Soon, the tall white building had come into view, a place you heard the overlords of hell met up.

And today, Carmilla would be here, same with your-. . .

Odette and Clara.

You stepped out of the cab, soles hitting the pavement with a tap. You paid what you owed to the driver and waved a quick thanks as he sped off, the devil on his heels.

That left you alone, standing like David against Goliath with the empire she had built.

She's. . . kept herself busy.

It's all you could think about. Staring at the gleaming tiles of the building with hesitance.

What would she say to you? Should you have told her you were coming? That you were here?

The sickness that seemed to be plaguing you had come back in waves.

The last time you had remembered seeing her, you were both alive on Earth, screaming at each others faces.

"One day, mi hijo, you will have to do everything for yourself! You will have to take over the business! YOU have to carry all that burdens us and I NEED you to be ready for that! Why can't you just see that! I won't always be here for you! YOU NEED TO STEP UP TO THIS!"

But. . .

You just couldn't do everything she had wanted of you. The standards, the rules, the burden. . . it was all too heavy for one person to carry.

And now here you were, on the white-waiting room couch unannounced.

To sayy. . . what exactly?

You bit at your nails in thought, leg bouncing up and down as you waited for your name to be called.

It was pretty empty today.

No one was really sitting in here with you.

That was a great thought.

A deep, strung-out exhale shook its way out of your lungs.

Nerves, you figured.

You didn't even know what to do with your hands, running them through your hair and rocking back and forth in your seat, wondering if it was too late to just stand up and leave-

"Um. . ." You stopped completely, turning your head towards the sound of your voice.

Just before the office doors, two small sinners stood side by side, holding a clipboard up to their faces as they eyed you with surprise.

Odette and Clara.

There was no mistaking them.

"That's. . . me?" You rose from your seat like a ghost, not really feeling anything but utter surprise.

It was the first time you've ever seen them. The same cream colored hair, the same eyes, they even stood en pointe like her.

Odette and Clara.

"Come with us," Clara beckoned, her curly hair and grey skin. . . did she look like that too? Now that she was a sinner?

Thank goodness the girls turned away from you quickly, giving you just enough time to wipe a stray tear from your eye. Estranged siblings that you've never even met. . . and you were so full of emotion at just the sight of them.

Did they know who you were?

You watched them wearily, the two exchanging quick glances at each other and occasionally, at you.

"She's right in here," Clara trailed off.

Odette glanced at you through her round glasses, a hint of worry lifting her eyebrows up "She wasn't expecting you today."

"Alright," you shrugged. I mean, it was a fact you already knew, but to hear the two of them say it to you was the final slap of reality you weren't sure you entirely needed.

The two of them opened the doors for you, watching intently as you shuffled into the room, and back at each other incredulously.

"Ay dios mio, I said I didn't have time for meetings. . ." you heard her mumble, face covered by a laptop screen, hunched over and lost in her work.

It was how you remembered her.

"Mamá," you called out, finally taking a seat in front of her desk, unsure of who or what you'd find on the other side of that screen.

With that one word, she froze still, a pair of demonic red eyes peering over the top of that silver screen.

"Mamá," you said again, a choked sound now that you realized it was her.

It was actually her.

A sinner, your mother, an overlord, who was finally before you.

It was like all the things you had planned on telling her had thrown themselves together and crumbled beneath the sight of her.

"Mi hijo."

"Mamá, I know you're mad at me," the tears came without warning, and you shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, unable to keep looking at her as the sobs wracked through your body, pleading for her forgiveness "I tried my best! I tried! I-"

"Mi hijo, I'm so sorry," your mother flew into your arms, the familiarity of her love so striking that you became undone in her arms.

She cried into your neck, a sound you've never heard before "Oh mi hijo, no heavens could ever keep me away from you, never, and I and never letting you go again,"

"I love you mi hijo."

[imnotasuperhero]

Tou you, my heart I surrender. (Prologue to SB)

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: The memories and the painful hunt Wanda's ghost had on you, found you swallowing for air as you were left alone to pick up the pieces after Wanda had broken up with you, resulting in you accepting an offer to move to the other side of the world just to find yourself.

A/N: This had started as a scene my mind created and it had evolved into some kind of self introspection? I just found myself writing this and I thought it'd be a nice prologue to my baker!Wanda AU? Anyways, I hope you like this and remember that whatever storm is looming over you, the weather gets better and life will grant you sunlight again.

This hasn't been proofread.

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Allowing the air to fill your lungs and the oxygen power through your blood, you took the courage needed to ring the bell, focusing on anything that crossed your mind except the possibilities that could arise from such a mundane act.

"Oh, hi Y/N," the brunette showing through the ajar door greeted you politely.

"Hi," you nodded, intending to calm your erratic insides. "I'm sorry to bother you, it's just my key broke, so I was wondering if you still had a copy of it?" You asked, hopeful. The idea of the hustle that it was to find a locksmith at such a late hour of the night after the stressful day you had was enough for you to just call it a night and sleep at the park bench.

"Oh, sure. Come on in," Wanda promptly left you standing awkwardly in there while she wandered inside the apartment. But before you could get lost in the ideas your mind was quickly creating, a soft purr had you smiling tenderly as you kneeled and picked the cat noir you've got too attached to.

"Hello to you too, bally," you scratched in between his ears as Liho snoozed in your arms.

Basking in the calmness the furry always provided, you absentmindedly sat on the couch, legs crossed and humming to a tune too muffled for you to decipher where it was from, as you fought hard to calm the stormy cloud that seemed to have moved from the sky above into your mind.

"Some things never change." You looked up quizzically from your place on the sofa as you watched Wanda approaching with the shiny object in her hand.

"I suppose," you frowned, trying to decipher the meaning of those words. "Thank you for searching for it," you shuddered as your fingers grazed hers for a little too long. The painful burn was enough to make you gasp.

"It's no problem," she smiled gently and your heart ached with the knowledge that smile doesn't belong to you anymore.

"I should go, now," you scratched Liho's ear as you placed a few small kisses on his head. “Goodbye, handsome. See you soon.” You placed him on the couch before standing up, ready to make your exit.

“Thanks again,” you smiled crookedly once you reached the door.

“Anytime,” she offered and you made the mistake of looking into her eyes, discovering some spark that disappeared as soon as it came.

“Bye, Wands.” You nodded your goodbye, exhaling all the air you didn’t know you were holding all this time as you leaned against the wall, trying to compose yourself. It was right then, right there, you confirmed the fact that you’d never get over her.

Almost as in acting on autopilot, the next day you finally got up after your back had started hurting from laying in bed for so long. One look at the clock on your bedside had you sighing mockingly at the grunting in your stomach. Padding your way to the kitchen, you opened the fridge looking for something appealing that could provide the comfort your empty soul needed. But before you could decide, the doorbell echoed through the place.

Opening the door you couldn’t help smiling at the brown bag and the tray of coffee that greeted you.

“Thought you’d need this,” Pietro shrugged, walking inside.

“Like always, you’re my savior.” You took one of the two cups, sipping the beverage, allowing its warmth to ease your insides.

“How are you?” The look in his eyes warned you to open up. And on the contrary of feeling menaced, you found calmness knowing you had people who cared about your feelings. Pietro always being on the top list.

Breathing in deeply, you slumped your shoulders. “I thought it’d be easy, but seeing her, hearing her soft voice… it left me hurting,” you confessed. “Last night was like a stab to my heart, but I can’t find it in myself to be mad at her.”

Nodding, Pietro pursed his lips for a moment too long. “Will you accept the offer?”

Feeling his inspecting eyes looming over you, you sighed peacefully. “Yes.” You paused, allowing the decision you had made to sink in.

“I have to find myself, and to do so, I gotta move on from her. Even if I break myself in the process, I know it’ll be for the better.”

“I’m so proud of you, Y/N,” his hand found yours on your lap and squeezed it tenderly. “You’ve been together for as long as we’ve met, I believe going away in search of yourself is the only right thing to do. Even if that means I’ll miss you.”

“It’s not like you’ll never see me again,” you giggled. “But yeah. I’m gonna miss you too. All of you.”

“You better,” he warned as he took a bite of his chocolatey muffin. “What you say we catch up on one of our shows?”

Smiling from ear to ear, you turned your body to face the TV. “Your turn to pick.”

And so, the next few hours had been spent in the company of your best friend, basking in his presence before you had to begin your journey far from the city and the people you loved.

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At first, the days moved smoothly for the majority of it. But when the night came, the pain inside you only seemed to magnify as the memories of the greatest love you’ve ever had played in front of you.

The way Wanda had gotten under your skin, marking every part of your body and soul as hers, was something you could never loathe. Having been the prey of her charming persona, was something you could never regret, for she had been the one who loved you the deepest. Even if in the end, she left you alone to pick up the pieces.

But as time passed by and you started to work on yourself by going outside and exploring new places, you started to feel lighter.

What once seemed like something unthinkable, you now learned to enjoy, like for instance- a cup of steamy tea in a cozy café all by yourself. And the loneliness that you found yourself in, soon shifted into a comfortable cocoon where you recharged your soul and provided you with the clarity to understand your way of thinking, allowing yourself to dissect your thoughts and learn from them.

As the days, weeks and months went by, you allowed yourself to experience life through a new lens, finding yourself enjoying every sunray and every raindrop, having understood that you can’t have rainbows without a fair share of rain and sun in your life.

As time passed by and you discovered yourself, you made your peace with the owner of your heart. After all, Wanda had shown you how to love and how to cherish the littlest things in life.

Smiling at the tears running down your face, you thanked the universe for this experience.

The open scenery surrounding you, lured you to sit in the grass and let the sun's rays warm your body, like a soothing balm on your scarred soul.

Granted, some days were –still are- harder than others. But you patted your back for the long way you’ve come.

Your work and the neverending walks you took whenever your rushed life allowed you, have been a great pillar to your self-healing. And as you saw the few couples around you, her memory didn’t hurt you anymore.

Despite the fact Wanda had taken part of you with her, the mention of her name and her pictures of the moments you couldn't be part of didn’t tear your soul apart anymore.

And after a year and a half, you were finally able to come back home and be at peace with her looming presence in your life.

With your mind set on keep being this new –better- version of yourself, you swore that even though your heart had surrendered to Wanda forever, she could never break you again.

Taglist: @wandabear @red1culous @fxckmiup @anaaam (If you want to be tagged, let me know(: )

[1d5soslittlemixonechicago]

Midnight drive

Dior goodjohn x Xander scobell (oc)

Summary: Xander has been having trouble sleeping, so he goes for a late-night ride by himself, which soon turns into a late-night ride with Dior.

Word count: 1.2k

Note: sorry If this sucked

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Xander lay in bed, staring at the ceiling as the clock ticked away the hours. He had been struggling with insomnia for weeks now, his mind too cluttered with thoughts and worries to allow him any rest. It seemed like no matter how exhausted he was, sleep just wouldn't come.

Frustrated and desperate for a change of scenery, Xander tossed off the covers and got dressed. He grabbed his car keys and headed out of his room to see Walker, whose room was across from him with his door open, playing the game. Walker took his headphones off one ear when he saw Xander leaving his room. "Hey, where are you going?" Walker said, pausing his game.

"Uh, I'm going for a drive to clear my head," Xander said, making Walker nod his head. "You okay?" Walker asked. "Yeah, you want anything while I'm out?" Xander asked. Walker thought about it before shaking his head. "I'm good," Walker said, making Xander nod his head. "Alright, I'll be back," Xander said, leaving. Walker heard the door shut, making him grab his phone out, and texted Dior.

••••

Xander stopped at a red light as his phone started ringing. When the light turned green, he drove into a parking lot since he doesn't like driving on the phone. Xander parked the car, taking his phone out of his pocket, seeing that it was Dior, causing him to smile a little. He answered the call, putting the phone in his ear. "Hey," Xander said, turning the music down. "Hey, what are you up to?" Dior asked. Xander sighed, knowing that Walker had texted Dior, telling her what Xander was up to. "Walker texted you, didn't he?" Xander asked.

"He's just worried." Dior said, "It's your insomnia, isn't it?" Dior asked, "Yeah, I just need some air. Maybe get a slushy." Xander said, "Okay, now you're calling." Dior said, making Xander laugh, "Okay, I'll get you one." Xander said, "Oh no, no, you're going to come get me." Dior said. Xander sighed, knowing that he couldn't change Dior's mind. "Okay, okay, I'll be there soon. Bring a jacket; it's kind of chilly." Xander said, "Okay, see you." Dior said, "Alright, bye." Xander said, "Bye. Dior said to hang up. Xander laughed, shaking his phone as he put it back in his pocket.

••••

20 minutes later

Xander parked his car in front of Dior Place. He took out his phone and texted Dior that he was here. After she got the text, it only took her a few minutes before she came out. Xander got out of his car. "Hey," Xander said, hugging Dior when she got closer to him. "Hey," Dior said as they pulled away, giving him a kiss on the cheek. They headed to the passenger side, where Xander opened the passenger door for her.

Dior smiled at that. "Thank you," Dior said, getting in and making Xander nod his head as a 'no problem' he shuts the door, going around and getting in the driver side. "You're ready," Xander said, making Dior nod and put her seat belt on. Let's get some slushy," Xander said. "Hell yeah," Dior said, making Xander laugh as he put his seat belt on. "Okay," Xander said as he started driving.

On the way to 7-Eleven, they were listening to their favorite songs and laughing uncontrollably. Dior was one of the few people to cheer him up, and she was good at it. It was their way of having fun and escaping the stress of everyday life.

As they cruised through the quiet streets, Dior turned her head. "How long has it been going on? Dior asked, and Xander sighed, looking out the window for a second. "Three days," Xander said, looking at the road. Dior's expression softened. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped." Dior said, making Xander shrug. “I didn't want to bother you with my problems. Plus, I didn't want to seem weak.”

That caused Dior to shake her head. "You're not weak, Xander. Everyone goes through tough times, and it's okay to ask for help. We're a team, remember?" Dior said, and Xander smiled gratefully at Dior's words. She always had a way of making him feel better. "You're right. Thanks, Di." Xander said "Anytime," Dior said, reaching over to grab Xander's hand and squeeze it, which he returned with a squeeze and a smile.

"We're here," Xander said, pulling into the parking lot. They pulled their hands away as Xander parked the car, and they both got out of the car and walked into the brightly lit convenience store. Xander grabbed a bag of chips, while Dior went for some ice cream. Then they met at the slushy machine, where they got their slushy.

After they got there, slushy Xander and Dior went up to where the cashier was, where Xander paid for the stuff.

They walked out and got to Xander's car, where he opened the Dior door, then walked to the driver's seat and got in. Xander started the car, putting the seat belts on, and they left. 7-Eleven

"Thank you," Xander said as they hit a red light. He looked at her. "For what?" Dior said with a confused look as she looked at Xander. "For just being you and for being there for me," Xander said as the light turned green, making him start driving. "I will always be there for you," Dior said, making Xander smile. "And I'll always be there for you," Xander said, grabbing Dior's hand, intertwining it with his, and kissing it.

••••

"Thank you for coming with me," he said as he opened the passenger door. "Thank you for taking me," Dior replied, her eyes meeting his as she got out. Xander shut the door, looking at Dior before pulling her into a hug. She smiled, hugging him back. They pulled away from the hug.

Xander leaned in slowly, giving Dior a chance to pull away if she wanted to. But she didn't. And at that moment, their lips met in a gentle and passionate kiss. After air became a problem, they pulled away. They both smiled at each other, their lips still tingling from the kiss. "I hate to do this, but I should probably head home," Xander said, making Dior nod. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, right?" Dior asked, making Xander nod. "Yeah," Xander said, giving Dior one more peck on her lips before pulling completely away.

Xander watched as Dior got safely to her door before getting into his car. He waved goodbye to Dior as she did the same before shutting her door, and Xander headed home.

••••

Xander got back home, setting his key on the counter before heading back to his room, but stopped before he saw that Walker was still on the game. He pulled out his phone, seeing what time it was; it was 4:30 a.m. "Thank you," Xander said, causing Walker to look over and take his headphones off. Walker smiled. "No problem," Walker said. "I got you a slushy." Xander said as he stopped at 7-Eleven to get Walker a slushy. Walker smiled widening upon hearing that he put his headphones on his desk before getting up. "Thank you," Walker said, walking past. "Night," Xander said with a laugh. "Night," Walker said.

Xander walked into his room, texting Dior that he was home before he had finally fallen asleep.

[softxsuki]

i wanted to know for the urgent request if it could be for the obey me! boys, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, and barbatos when reader has been really down and depressed and even told them they thought about committing so they comfort them for it? i haven't gotten any comforting recently and i love your writing so i was hoping you could do this :( <3

Obey Me Boys Comforting Reader With Depression

TW: PLEASE DON'T READ IF MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, AND THOUGHTS OF SUC*DE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL WORSE RATHER THAN COMFORT YOU. THANKS

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader, Levi(OM) x Gn!reader, Satan x Gn!reader, Asmo x Gn!Reader, Barbatos x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harming and old/new scars, depression, and mentions of reader wanting/thinking of taking their own life

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In which the boys find out that MC is feeling depressed and thought of taking their own life, and that they also self-harm, so they provide MC with comfort in their own way :)

[A/N: Kya!!! Thank you so much for trusting me with your urgent request! I hope I did an okay job with it. It's been a little while since I last played Obey me, so I cam very much behind with it (and I'm stuck on the regular game bc I can't level up mu cards fast enough. rip) but I really hope this brings you some kind of comfort. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to if if you just need someone to listen to you. Feel better soon <333]

Mammon:

Mammon notices the sudden change in your mood straight away since he’s always around you

He does his best to try and cheer you up without directly confronting you about it

So he’d invite you out with him and might even spoil you with pretty things in hopes that using his money on you helps distract you from whatever you’re feeling

But that all changes when he sees your self-harm scars

Fear fills him and he knows he can’t just avoid the topic anymore, he doesn’t want to see you in pain or have you harm yourself anymore

So one day when you’re out with him in town, he softly takes your hand and leads you to a bench away from the hustle and bustle of the town

He’s a little cautious, he’s not really good with being direct about his feelings, especially not with you because he gets so nervous and this was serious…he was scared to mess up

“Y’know MC…I may not be the best person to go to about troubling things in your life, but I want ya to know that I’m here for you. I…don’t want to lose you. Actually, I can’t lose you–never. So maybe things are hard for ya right now, but you’re one of the most important people in my life. Your problems are The Great Mammon’s problems as well, so let me in, won’t ya?”

He’s awkwardly rubbing his neck now as he feels his face heating up, but at least he got everything he wanted to say out

So when you do open up to him about your depression, self-harm, and thoughts of taking your own life, he feels relieved that you are finally speaking about it with someone, but he’s also scared that you’ve been feeling that way and he had been trying to ignore it for so long

He’s scared to let you out of his sight after that, so if he shows up to your room at 3am with a spare pillow, you know why

Mammon’s always inviting you to his room as well so you can watch stuff together until you fall asleep

Extra clingy Mammon who’ll probably bug you about how you’re feelings every few minutes, but at least you know someone cares

You’d find all your issues slowly dissolving as he covers you with love and attention, just don’t block him out

Leviathan:

Oh boy, Levi is very overdramatic when he finds out what’s been going on with you

He’s beyond scared to lose you–you’re his only best friend after all, the one who truly understands him and cares for him unconditionally

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize MC. I’m such a good-for-nothing. I can’t even tell when the person I care about the most is going through a tough time. Y-you’re amazing MC! You’re one of the best people I know, unlike all these other normies out there. You’re always so kind to me and I just hate that I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me…”

Yeah, he’s definitely beating himself up about it because how could he not realize???

“You’re always here for me, that’s why you’re the only one I felt comfortable telling this to. Please don’t blame yourself…I kinda didn’t want anyone to know at first; I thought I could deal with it on my own…” You’d explain to him

He’s a little relieved to hear it, but it still won’t make him feel any better

Levi is always throwing himself in the ground, so not being there for you at a time when you really needed him AND when he could have potentially lost you, scares him to death

Like Mammon, he keeps you by his side, but in your room since he sleeps in his tub and that’s not very comfortable for you LOL

He’d move all his games and game stations into your room and make a little base there to stay by your side until you’re feeling better

He probably goes to one of his older brothers who are more responsible like Lucifer or Satan and asks for their advice (without giving you away ofc. He’d make it sound like one of his online friends are dealing with this issue since you only trusted him with this info)

He’s very awkward and shy at times, but he’s glad that you trusted him to let him in on the pain you were feeling internally. He makes it his mission (literally, like he’s playing a game, but knowing that it’s far more serious) to get you back on your feet and in a better mental state

And we all know Levi is good at games, so this is one he won’t fail either :)

Satan:

Satan reads a lot, books of all genres, so he picked up on your sudden change in behavior very quickly and he’s actually the one who goes to you first to talk about it

“What’s going on?” He bluntly asks one day when you’re in his room reading with him in a peaceful silence

That catches you off guard…did he know? You could see the serious look on his face so you decide to just open up to him about everything; the depression, the self-harm, and even the thoughts that flash through your mind of taking your own life

Satan listens silently as you speak, taking in all your words and you see his eyes soften the more you reveal to him

“I see…” he’s lost in thought for a moment, but then stands up and walks over to you, taking your hands in his as he leaves a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “I knew something was up, but I wanted to hear it from you before I assumed too much. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way. I’m here though, and now that I know what’s going on, I’ll do anything and everything I can to ensure you feel better.”

And he really will

Whenever you come over to his room to do your daily reading together in each others presence, he spends his time reading books on mental health that give him plenty of advice on how to best help you

He isn’t overbearing though, he gives you your space and allows you to reach out to him whenever you need him, only checking up on you when it seems appropriate so you don’t feel suffocated, but deep down he is worried and scared to lose you

So he offers you his own help, but also asks if you’d like to go to the human world to see or speak to a professional who might be more helpful to you than he could be

He even volunteers to go along with you if you don’t want to go alone–he just wants you to be happy again to not feel so claustrophobic in your own skin

Whatever you decide to do, just know that you have his 10000000% support

Asmodeus:

This man is very dramatic as well, but in a different way than Levi…

He throws tons of compliments your way in hopes that they help lift you up, but really, he’s better at giving physical acts of care

SO, your self-harm scars? He goes out of his way to wash them up and lotion them up, pressing small kisses the the older scars and newer ones as well

“Even with these marks, your skin is still as soft and beautiful as ever, darling. My lovely MC, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you from now on. I’ll pamper you everyday and remind you how much you mean to me, so please don’t harm yourself any longer…”

Asmo isn’t one to be very serious at times, but he knows now isn’t the time to joke around with you, so he’s uncharacteristically very serious, yet still as charming as ever

He’ll treat you to extra tight hugs and kisses, a little scared to let go in fear that he’d never be able to hold you again, so bear with him a little…he can be a bit suffocating

He isn’t the best listener or remarkably great at giving advice that doesn’t have anything to do with fashion or beauty, so he’d probably go to Lucifer for help, or maybe even Solomon, who’s more familiar with human emotions like depression

Anything you need or want, Asmo will get it for you

Get ready to feel more loved than you’ve ever felt before in your life

Barbatos:

He knows…of course he knows, Barbatos knows everything 😀

The first time you attempted to self-harm, he was there to stop you, so you never even got the chance

What he didn’t know about though was your thoughts of attempting to take your life, since you never actually made the move to do it, you only really thought about it

So when he sits down with you to hear you out about attempting to self-harm and you open up about your other darker secrets as well, he’s shocked

Momentarily, it’ll show on his face, but he’ll catch himself and gently smile to you as you continue to speak your mind

He doesn't want you to feel embarrassed by any of this or to beat yourself up for getting caught or for feeling what you feel–you were human and humans experienced moments of intense emotions that they can’t control sometimes, he understood this very well

“Oh dear MC, I am relieved that I was able to stop you this time. Though, I must admit I do feel particularly regretful that I am not able to read minds so I could put your own mind to rest from your dark thoughts. Now that I am aware of everything, I shall do my best to assist you in recovering mentally”

He’s not the most emotional guy out there, but you know he cares for you and when Barbatos dedicates his time and attention to something, he WILL get it done

Barbatos takes your hand in his and presses a delicate kiss onto each of your fingers, and leans his head onto the back of your hand, in almost a way that he’s ready and willing to serve you (not that he didn’t already, but it’s more of like his own way of physically showing his dedication to you??? Does that make sense? KINDA like when a knight is knighted and vows to protect whoever he’s assigned to??? Am I making sense? hopefully…)

He doesn’t need to keep an eye on you because he’d be able to stop you anyway if you ever decided to do anything drastic, but he does free up time in his busy schedule to be with you, he’s dedicated to serving Diavolo, but you very quickly become his number one priority (you already were, but he was never aware of it himself lol)

I don’t know, but I just feel like Barbatos is such a soothing person to be with, his voice is like silk, it wraps you up like a warm blanket and feels like a big tight hug when you need it the most

SO I imagine you’d feel better pretty quickly with all the attention he’s giving you, and the warm tea he makes you????! You’re set for life, get ready to feel brand new

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/11/2023

[goldenchunkycat]

(At)Tension | Part 1

Pairing: Perv!Kim Sunoo x Noona!Reader

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Summary: Sunoo just wants his Noona to understand that he is a man. It can’t be that difficult, right ?

OR

Sunoo teases his Noona because he is just the sweet little Donsaeng, right ? There’s no way he just touched her back while hugging her, right ? There's no way he just pressed her against the wall and started to say pure filth right next to her ear, right ? He is just her sweet little Donsaeng. -

Warnings: Food (yes it's a warning), hot and bothered Perv!Sunoo, the boys think that a woman who can cook is 'wife material'..., a bit suggestive at the beginning, a lot suggestive near the end.

Sunoo was only seventeen years old when he debuted. He was still in high school but he was already worrying about several things at once: his new career as an idol, his studies, and his health. Of course, the agency was doing the best it could to help him, his schedule was adjusted -as well as the younger ones- to allow them to go to school, and, unlike his bandmates who, by the way, had remarked several times, he had relatively easy parts in their choreography. Sunoo was still young and yet he was already being asked to behave like an adult. He saw no harm in it, he dreamed of proving himself to the world.

   But as the years passed, he found that he was slowly starting to change. In the past, acting cute was not a problem, all he had to do was smile and people would fall for him. So, the agency decided to assign him the place of 'cute' of the group. His members teased him, his staff teased him, his family teased him and his fans teased him. But now that he had grown up, Sunoo started to change, both physically and mentally. He wanted people to take him seriously, he wanted the fans to finally see him as a man. He was nineteen years old for god sake.

   But he didn't really care how people looked at him. They could treat him like a baby, Sunoo didn't care, he would continue to act like one if they wanted. But what he did care about was that pretty girl who worked in the cafeteria. This girl who was the reason why Sunoo had stopped skipping countless meals, the reason why, as soon as his schedule allowed it, Sunoo would go to the canteen -at the end of the service because there were not many people waiting in line- if only to ask her for a snack with that adorable smile that everyone loved. This smile that she also loved... The girl that he started to like when he was only seventeen.

“Sunoo ! How are you today ? What can I get you ?”

“Noona ! I'm fine thanks.” he smiled shyly, hiding his blushing cheeks with his hands, “I'll just have a bowl of chicken breast please.”

The girl frowned, looking disapproving, “Sunoo, you need to eat more, you're a growing boy, you don't want to be 5'9" your whole life do you ? Weren't you the one who said you wanted to get taller ?”

“Ah~ Noona ! Stop it ! 5'9" is good !”

“It is !” she laughed, holding her hands up in the air. “You're the one who said you wanted to get taller though.” she laughed sheepishly and turned to the dishes, putting a generous amount of chicken breast in a bowl and then setting it on his tray. “Wait a second.” She turned and picked up a steaming tray and placed it next to the bowl on her tray. “Here you go ! Enjoy your meal !”

“Noona, you bought me Tteokbokki ?”

“Yes, you haven't been eating much lately, I'm worried... I hope this dish will cheer you up !” she smiled brightly at him. Sunoo opened and closed his mouth several times, stunned, not finding how to express his gratitude to the woman who was taking care of him. So he just smiled brilliantly at her, hoping to get his message across through this gesture of kindness. “Oh and I didn't buy it, I cooked it just for you. There is a lot of information on the internet, your fans are well informed about your preferences. I'm still in an experimental phase so I hope I don't poison you, you'll tell me if you liked it !”

   It was at this exact moment that Sunoo realized that he felt more than admiration for his senior who worked in the canteen. His friends called it a crush. Sunoo experienced his first crush when he was seventeen years old, a few weeks after his debut. Now he not only had to worry about his career, studies and health, but also about his crush.

“Happy birthday Sunoo !” she clapped loudly, greeting him with that smile he loved so much, “In my home country, you would be of age.” she giggles while placing a piece of cake on Sunoo's tray, “It's a Lotus Biscoff cake, you told me last time it was your favorite cake.”

Sunoo smiled brightly, touched by the attention and the fact that she remembered his birthday. He grabbed his spoon and took a bite of the cake, moaning when he felt the sweetness in his mouth. It had been so long since he had allowed himself to eat cake. “Thanks Noona, you're the best, really.”

“Ah Sunoo stop flattering me, it's nothing.” she said, doing something Sunoo had never seen her do in his presence: blush. She turned away from him and put her hand in front of her mouth to hide the look on her face, not wanting her Donsaeng to laugh at her embarrassment. “You know, your managers are going to come see me soon if I keep feeding you like this. I'm going to be in trouble.” she laughed to divert the attention from her rosy cheeks, half-joking, “Imagine if I get fired? We won't be able to talk anymore.”

“The managers like your food way too much to tell you anything.” Sunoo protested loudly, annoyed at the mere thought of not seeing his favorite cook at least once a week. “It won't happen, I'm sure of it.” he reassured her, smiling once more before stepping aside to make room for the employee behind him.

“Haejung ! How are you today ?” she greeted the middle-aged man and started a conversation, smiling at Sunoo who kept turning around toward her as he went to sit down.

   So, on his eighteenth birthday, Sunoo realized that he had much more than a crush on the woman he only talked to for five to ten minutes a day. He was completely and irrevocably in love with her. And poor him.

“You came to pick me up !”

Sunoo turned his head at the familiar voice he heard every lunchtime, a smile on his face. But the sight that greeted him made it disappear, a confused frown replacing it. His favorite person for the last year past year was clutching to a man's arm. She was hugging him, in front of his eyes, cuddling him, in front of Sunoo ! It was late but Enhypen had not finished the dance training for their new song, so Sunoo and Jay just had to go to the local Konbini to buy instant noodles, the canteen having closed an hour before. But on the way down, in front of the building, he had seen a man coming to pick up his Noona. The person that Sunoo cherished and fell in love with. She already had a boyfriend.

“Oh ? Sunoo !” she murmured loudly as she saw her favorite customer, waving gently at him before walking over to the both of them, her hand in her boyfriend's. Seeing the boy who was accompanying Sunoo, she bowed respectfully and urged the man with her to do the same. “Good evening. I'm one of the HYBE cooks, nice to meet you. You must be Jay, Sunoo talks about you a lot.” she laughed lightly, giving a knowing look to Sunoo who whined. His Noona enjoyed embarrassing him. “For the better, obviously, even though he complains a lot about you.” she said mischievously, laughing more shyly than when she was alone with him - Sunoo took pride in making her feel comfortable enough to be herself at his side.

“Donghan, this is Sunoo, the cute boy from the canteen I tell you about every time.” she looked up at said Donghan who was a good six inches taller than Sunoo and then forced him to introduce himself upon seeing his reluctance - a slap on the back had done the trick.

“Ah Noona you're really annoying !” the boy grumbled, which earned him a slap on the head, “Good evening, I'm Donghan, her little brother.” he sulked and crossed his arms, avoiding eye contact with the three people in front of him.

“Ah, I apologize on behalf of him...” she said as she bowed towards the two idols, embarrassed by the scene her little brother was making. Seeing that since they had met on the sidewalk neither of the two Enhypen members had had a chance to speak, her embarrassment multiplied and she shared her hands frantically, inviting them to speak with a respectful head bow.

“Yes, my name is Jay. Nice to meet you.” the latter greeted and bowed, looking slightly lost and amused.

“You can be informal with me !”

“Oh, what year were you born ?”

“Noona is a 99' !” Sunoo said while puffing his chest, proud to remember this detail about his Noona. He was the only one to hear the creep that Donghan muttered and just rolled his eyes, not the least bit offended by the boy's words.

“That's right, I'm twenty-two years old but twenty-three in Korean age. But I was born and raised in my home country, I was taken in a little later by Donghan's family, so I really don't mind if you just think of me as another foreigner, we're bound by that after all !”

“Okay, but you're still my Noona.”

“No she's my Noona !” Donghan shouted as he put an arm around her sister, giving the young American a sharp look.

“I- I just meant that I'll call her Noona too-" Jay said hastily to avoid any misunderstanding with the two siblings.

“-Oh, look, it's late ! We're going to leave ! Have a nice evening ! Don't forget to eat all your meals and get enough rest ! See you tomorrow Sunoo !” she shouted, looking at her watch-less wrist before leaving, dragging her brother by the arm after Sunoo nodded briskly.

“You don't even have your watch moron, it's in my pocket.”

“Shut up ! Idiot ! Never pick me up again !” she shouted and slapped the back of his head once more as the two singers looked on in amusement and disbelief.

“I'll tell Mom !”

“Hey !”

   Sunoo had loved to see this side of his elder. He had simply loved to see her in her everyday clothes. In his eyes, she was beautiful. So beautiful with her pants and her oversized sweater, not to mention her hair that was no longer in that atrocious canteen net. She was really perfect, and Sunoo was crazy about her. He didn't care about the people who said you couldn't find love at eighteen, because he was sure he was in love with her.

   The next day his schedule had prevented him from going to the cafeteria. He had told her he would come, so he tried his best to see her during the day. He knew that she would be too busy preparing the evening meals during the afternoon, and that she would be busy serving the employees until late at night, so he had waited until what he assumed was the end of her shift. He had gone to the food service area, where half the lights were off, and waited for her to come out through the 'Staff Only' swing doors.

“Sunoo ?”

“Noona !” he exclaimed as he abruptly got up from his chair, making it squeak horribly against the floor, “I'm sorry I couldn't make it this afternoon...”

“You waited for me in order to apologize ?” she laughed softly, looking at him with so much affection that Sunoo thought his heart would explode. “It's fine, you know, I would have seen you another day.”

“But I told you I would come to see you today, so I came today.” he said proudly, wishing the young woman knew he was someone she could count on.

“You're so cute, Sunoo.” she smiled as she walked towards him.

   Sunoo held his breath, counting each step she took towards him. The closer she got, the faster and stronger his heart was beating, he couldn't help but imagine a multitude of scenarios about what would happen next. Was she going to embrace him ? To kiss him on the cheek ? She stopped in front of him and looked at him for a few seconds, smiling, and then raised her hand towards his face.

“You really are the best Donsaeng, Sunoo.” she said as she pulled a strand of his newly colored hair.

   Sunoo remained silent. She had neither hugged him nor kissed him. She had pulled his hair. His Donsaeng. The boy felt as if the background noise was gradually disappearing and the blood rushed to his head, enough for him to hear his heart beating in his ears. The word 'Donsaeng' sounded like an echo. She only saw him as her Donsaeng.

“Ah Noona~! Stop !”

   That night she had taken a jar of mint-chocolate ice cream out of her backpack and shared it with Sunoo, revealing that she had bought it just for him and that she too was a fan of this flavor. When he didn't come she left it in the freezer, hoping to enjoy it in her room tonight. They sat and talked for about thirty minutes before one of the Enhypen managers came to pick up Sunoo, exchanging warm greetings with the young woman.

   That day, Sunoo had returned to the dorms, delighted, he had learned so much more about his Noona. He had been able to talk to her for a whole hour ! But that day, Sunoo had also fantasized about a person for the first time. While everyone was asleep, he remembered this hour of pure happiness. Her voice, her smile, her kindness, her nonsense and her laugh. Then he remembered how her sweater wrapped around her form, how small she looked in it with her sleeves way too long. She was so small, so cute, and so sexy in her long skirt and black combat boots. Sunoo couldn't help but slip his hand into his shorts. He came by remembering the feeling of her fingers in his hair and the way she pulled on his strands. How delightful.

It had become a weekly thing. Every Saturday night, Sunoo would spend an hour enjoying different dishes with her Noona - dishes that she had cooked herself. Sometimes, one of Enhypen's managers would sit with them and the three of them would joke around, losing track of the time. When she and Sunoo talked about anything and everything, one term came up again and again. Every night she would say it: Donsaeng. This affectionate name that Sunoo hated so much. She saw him grow up, didn't she ? She had seen his body change, she had seen how Sunoo asserted himself more often than before. He was no longer that seventeen year old child who had just taken a step towards his dream, he was now eighteen years old, working on his body to be more attractive, working on his words to be more charming. But it was never enough, he was still Ddeonu, both in her eyes and in his fans' eyes.

But what Sunoo hated above everything else was when she compared him to her ungrateful little brother...

"Donghan did the Spicy Noodles Challenge ! He cried right after and went to Mom telling her I forced him to eat the noodles ! Good thing I filmed everything, wanna watch the video ?" she asked cheerfully, leaning over to Sunoo as she tried to pull her phone out of her back pocket.

"No." he replied quickly and rolled his eyes. Realizing that his words might have been rude, he quickly corrected himself, "Maybe later."

"Okay !" She said, not at all offended by the way Sunoo had rebuffed her? She was rather used to this kind of answers. She was familiar with this Sunoo, the one the fans so loved to call 'Sassy Sunoo', and boy, did that title fit him, he hadn't been as discreet as he thought when he'd rolled his eyes. But she didn't hold it against him, she even found it amusing. Donghan had the same reaction when she told him about 'that lovely boy you met at my workplace'. They were both hilarious.

"I'm telling you this because I know you like spicy food. I enjoy it too. We could try to do this challenge sometime, what do you think ?"

"You and I ?" Sunoo asked, amazed at the prospect of sharing his meal with his crush.

"Sure. But maybe I should talk to your managers first, right ? I wouldn't want your stomach to hurt when you have other things to do afterwards."

"Yes !" Sunoo raved - even in these situations she put him first and cared about his health, she really was the best Noona. "I'll tell you when I have a day off so we can even spend the day together !"

"Okay." she laughed, trying to hide her blushing cheeks at the thought of someone who wasn't her little brother wanting to spend time with her, "I'm looking forward to it..."

Sunoo had imagined himself in many different situations with his crush. He tried to imagine where the date would take place, how it would go, what they would do, and how it would end. Maybe he would find the courage to ask her out? After all, her little brother was only sixteen, so he could understand her being attached to him and treating him like a baby, but Sunoo was eighteen, and, as she herself had said, he was of age in her country ! Surely she wouldn't mind dating a boy four years her junior, right ?

"Ah, Sunoo, you are so cute, my sweet little Donsaeng..."

That was the only thing she had said when Sunoo impulsively declared his feelings to her one evening during November. His world had shattered, his pink filter had disappeared, replaced by a dull gray. And yet, while he should have been angry with her, not talking to her or whatever else people did when they were rejected, Sunoo had simply fallen even more in love with her and the way she had hugged him in apology. He had felt her body pressed against his, her breath on his skin, and the delicious smell of her shampoo. Convince her could wait, he had to simply enjoy what she had offered him this evening, intense nights of pleasure to make Sunoo completely mad and breathless, cheeks reddened, without the slightest trace of guilt in his inaudible laugh in the middle of the night.

"The chef ? I don't know, I don't eat at the building's canteen." Jake replied as Jay had suddenly asked him if he had ever talked to the other foreigner who worked at HYBE.

"I met her a few months ago with Sunoo, she was nice..." he ponders his next words before adding "...and cute."

"Hey ! Don't talk about her like this !"

"Why, are you jealous ?" Sunghoon scoffed as he looked up from his phone, a calculating smile on his face as he examined Sunoo's reactions.

"No, but I know you guys, you hit on everything that moves. Noona is a nice person and you guys are shady." Sunoo said, looking at them out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his lip contracting into a disgusted sneer.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jay snickered before exchanging a strange look with his group mates.

Sunoo liked his group. There were ups and downs, it's true, but at the end of the day he always shared his dormitory with these six boys he was still getting to know after a whole year of living together. Sometimes he liked them, but sometimes...

"Hello." the members of Enhypen said as they bowed respectfully to the young woman in front of them, each one of them holding a tray.

Sunoo hated his members, wholeheartedly.

"Hello~!" she greeted them just as warmly, bowing before turning to Sunoo, "Sunoo, did you bring your group mates to try my cooking ?" she half-joked in order to dissipate the tension in her hands and the stress she suddenly felt at the thought of having to seduce new potential customers with her cooking.

"Sunoo had nothing to do with it, he didn't want us to come." Sunghoon said, throwing a mocking look at Sunoo, who just grimaced at him in return. He passed the line of boys and stood in front of his Noona, holding out his tray.

"They followed me when they could have just eaten in the dance hall!" he whined, squinting at his hyungs as they laughed at him.

"Hey ! Don't talk like that !"

"Why, because they're my elders ?" he replied in a condescending tone, unused to her lecturing him like that.

"Oh, no." she said, looking at him as he just said something incredibly weird, "Because they live with you and we always have to get along with our loved ones. What are you going to do if one day you have a big fight but since you're a group, you have to return in the same dorm, huh ? You should always maintain good relationships with the people who will stay in your life for many years, okay ?" she scolded him lightly, ignoring the boys in the line who were trying to stifle their laughter at the sight of Sunoo being scolded. Which was all the more hilarious because he didn't even dare to make a strange face like he was so used to do.

"Sorry Noona..." he blushed, embarrassed to have been scolded like that in front of his still giggling bandmates.

"That goes for you too, don't think I don't hear you laughing !" she turned to the rest of the boys, a frown on her face, which disappeared just as the idols stiffened and nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sunoo making fun them.

"I tried a new recipe for ultra spicy Tteokbokki this time, be careful and take that carton of milk with you." she smiled at Sunoo as she placed a Tupperware on his tray with a briquette of chocolate milk before leaning in a little and adding, "Don't tell your managers I gave you chocolate milk, they'll get me fired if you do..."

Sunoo left the cafeteria, happy. His hyungs had been reprimanded and he had, once again, eaten a delicious meal on which the boys had drooled over throughout the whole meal, promising to offer him ice cream in exchange of a single Tteokbokki. But Sunoo had refused, she had cooked this dish for him, and only for him, no one else was allowed to taste it.

Sunoo had to draw on his last ressources to be able to smile in front of the cameras. It had been a month since his Noona had not come to work. Rumors were flying - after all she was quite popular in the building among the staff members, everyone complimented her cooking and her kindness. Sunoo had actually heard everything: she had been fired for taking pictures of the idols, she had quit to work abroad, her boyfriend had stopped her from coming to work. But Sunoo knew the truth from the first day, and he relished knowing that the others did not.

'Hey Sunoo, I don't know if this voice mail is going to send, I'm having some difficulties with this new phone. Don't pay attention to what people say, you know very well I don't have a boyfriend, everyone thinks Donghan is my boyfriend, ew. I finally got my exam results, we have to go celebrate my new degree. I'm finally done with those terrible six years in medical school, I can't wait to get back!'

'Noona, I got your voice mail but you sound like my mom when you use your phone, learn to use it properly. I knew you could do it, I never doubted it, I can't wait for you to come back too, I don't eat as well as I used to since you don't cook for us anymore. Everyone is complaining about the quality of the food now, everyone is looking forward to you. Today I heard someone say that you must have been kidnapped by some strange people since you always come home late at night, I really tried to restrain myself from looking at them strangely but I think a camera was filming me. Ah, whatever, I can't wait to see you.'

Sunoo was not the insistent type. He had said it himself, he didn't like what was boring. So chasing after a girl who only saw him as a cadet ? The height of boredom. But she was special so he was willing to make an exception for her. How could he restrain himself from loving her when the two of them gossiped about people at the company until late at night, when she offered him candles that he had mentioned smelling in a store one day, or just when he felt so loved and appreciated ? He couldn't. After he got knocked back, Sunoo had not tried to ask her again. Nothing had changed between them, she was still treating him so thoughtfully and Sunoo was asking for more and more physical contact.

"Noona, I tried a new shampoo, touch my hair !"

"Noona, my new lotion works wonders, I bought it from a not-so-famous site, touch how soft my skin is !"

"Noona, I bought this new shirt with Riki, what do you think of the material ?"

But Sunoo was aware that he could not afford certain things, so he was contenting himself with his fantasies. At least until he was nineteen. But everyone grows up.

"Happy birthday Sunoo ! You grow up so fast ! When I met you you were only seventeen years old and you refused to eat but look at you now, you are strong and beautiful, I am so proud of you, my little Donsaeng."

Sunoo had booked this evening just to spend it with her. The canteen was probably not the best birthday setting but he did not care. He had shared so many memories with her on these very tables that he did not care to share one more. Just like last year, she had made him a Lotus cake, but instead of just having a slice, she had given him the whole cake, alongside a beautifully wrapped gift. 

"Wow this is amazing. Noona, your cakes just keep getting prettier."

"Ah, thanks..." she blushed, looking away and coughing into her fist, "It also contains less calories. Now that I have my degree I'll be able to put everything I've learned in nutrition to good use and maybe one day I'll open my own little bakery or bistro where people can come without having to worry about their weight-" she suddenly gasped and looked over at Sunoo who was looking at her and smiling stupidly, her face blushing even more. "I'm sorry, it's your birthday, we should only talk about you."

"But it makes me happy, to talk about you... You never talk about yourself, if you want to make me happy tonight let me learn more about you, please ?" he offered, at first hesitant and then more and more confident as the words came out of his mouth.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding, beginning the story of her life under the attentive and amazed gaze of her Donsaeng. She had completely forgotten that behind those flat cheeks and beautiful eyes was a man who was just waiting to prove himself. She had completely forgotten the promise he had made her... She had relaxed in front of the predator and, while she was unaware of it, had unconsciously agreed to play a game of cat and mouse with him. Except that Sunoo was a fox, and foxes were smart, they always got what they wanted...

"If you only see me as your Donsaeng, wait until I grow up. I'll prove myself to you. I'll prove that I'm a man, you'll be proud of me and you'll accept me, Noona."

"Ah." she had laughed, surely not taking him seriously, "I'm looking forward to it, Ddeonu."

When Sunoo had touched himself at the thought of his beautiful elder that night, he felt less guilty. He learned more about her, she was going to come back to work, and he could see her almost every day, just like before. He would be pleased with that until she realize that her 'little Donsaeng', as she liked to call him, had grown up, and that he was coming to win his Noona's heart over. No more obstacles could stand in his way. He had fallen asleep, his face reddened and a huge smile on it, lulled by the voice of the young woman that he tried to repeat in loop in his head.

She will be your nutritionist from now on. She will cook all your meals ,whenever possible, for the lunch and the diner. If anyone

"She will be your nutritionist starting today, she will prepare and cook your meals, as much as possible, at lunch and dinner. If any of you have any questions for her feel free to ask." The manager turned to the woman standing next to him and smiled kindly before prompting her to introduce herself, which she did.

"If you have any questions or doubts about what I am feeding you please let me know. I will give you a questionnaire for you to fill out. You will fill in your allergies, if you have any, what you prefer and what you are not a fan of. I will do my best to prepare delicious meals for you all. Oh, and if the idea of dieting crosses your mind, please come see me so we can set this up together, starving yourself is not the answer and you need to be in top shape to deliver amazing performances. Your health is my priority ! I can't wait to work with you !" she bowed in front of the seven boys and smiled brightly at them, happy to have finally achieved the goal she had set for herself: to find a job in a foreign country and make a comfortable living. Working with her favorite Donsaeng was a bonus.

Oh, Sunoo was happy. No, he was euphoric. He was going to see his Noona every day, and twice a day at that ! He couldn't wait to show her how much he had grown.

"Sunoo, clean your room !"

"Hyung, quit snacking !"

"Sunoo, Niki, where did you hide my shoes ?"

"Sunoo, stop being so petty."

He had tried really hard. He wanted to show his Noona that he was a reliable person, that he was no longer that seventeen year old teenager who came to see her in the canteen. But his group mates didn't think so. Every minute spent was meant to ridicule him and paint him as a messy child or teenager at best. At least from Sunoo's perspective. He was happy to make the newest member of their staf smile, really. Seeing her in the kitchen of their dorm room chatting with the managers while preparing their delicious meal, Sunoo couldn't have asked for anything better. But there were still some flaws in this new arrangement, including the disappearance of their 'evening date'…

"Noona, why can't we spend time together like we used to ?"

"Noona, viens regarder un film avec moi."

"Noona !"

"Hey, Sunoo, I'm busy preparing tonight's meal, I'm really sorry, another time maybe ?" she said to him while chopping the vegetables, not even sparing him a glance. But he was grateful all the same. He knew he could be pushy or unpleasant but she never lost patience with him and even smiled at him when she wasn't too busy cooking.

Sunoo used to stay with her when she prepared the meals at night. Most of the time, Enhypen was able to get back to their dormitory at reasonable times and in those cases she would go there and prepare food for them for the evening and the next morning. She had mentioned to Sunoo that her contract had flexible hours and that it depended mostly on the boysband's schedules, so the boys were not surprised to see her in their kitchen with a bowl of hot rice at twenty-three.

To his dismay, he wasn't the only one who got along with their new resident cook. The other members of Enhypen, especially the older ones, had grown fond of her. Sometimes, when they were in the car, they would share their opinions about her cooking, what they thought they were going to eat tonight. But other times, they shared their opinions about her. How nice she was ! How pretty she was ! How she was totally 'wife material' ! Sunoo had enough, enough, enough. He hated feeling like the older boys could steal his Noona at any time, he had met her before ! But their ages were closer to hers. Sunoo had to think and act, and fast.

"Noona, do you need help ?" he asked as he walked into the kitchen, his hair still wet from his shower. Today they had returned to the dormitory at eighteen o'clock, which meant that his Noona had not yet prepared the meal, and especially that she would take her time to cook it. She would have time to talk with Sunoo, right ?

"Oh, Sunoo, don't worry, it's my job. Yours is done, you should go do something you like, watch a movie or play video games with Niki." she smiled softly at him before turning towards the cupboards, starting to take out the utensils she would need.

"Staying with you in the kitchen, I like that. I want to help, I want you to teach me how to cook as well as you do !" he beamed, slowly approaching the young woman who was bent over, looking for something under the sink. Sunoo couldn't help but look at the curve of her buttocks, biting the inside of his lip to hold back any sound that might potentially escape him. He was right behind her, he could step forward and she wouldn't suspect her sweet Donsaeng's intentions. Come on, just a little more…

"Ah, I could have sworn I put it here ?" she wondered aloud to herself as she straightened up before turning and facing a red-cheeked Sunoo, far too close to her for it to be appropriate. "But you are my sweet Donsaeng, of course you want to help your Noona. If you don't disturb me, then I'll let you take care of some things ! But go dry your hair with a towel or something, you're getting water all over the kitchen." she laughed and ruffled her hair before wiping her wet hand on the shirt of the young man, oblivious to the effect of her actions on him and apparently not caring about their sudden proximity.

Sunoo had the impression that somebody had just entered a hot iron in his throat and he could only blush under the patient gaze of the young woman. Immediately after having felt her hand sliding along his body in a sensual way - once again according to Sunoo - , he had felt cramped in his shorts. He still couldn't believe that his body was so responsive to the slightest touch of his elder, was it his hormones or his feelings for her that dictated the reactions of his body ? Sunoo didn't know, but he knew he had to take the image of his cute butt and put it to good use in the bathroom, so that's what he did. It was the first time Sunoo had an erection in front of his Noona and dealt with it while she was nearby, but it certainly wasn't the last.

"Boys, you are not kids anymore but I still feel the need to ask you to behave. We won't be here tonight, there's a meeting at HYBE, make sure you eat properly." the manager said to Heeseung, Jungwon and Sunoo who were politely waiting for their managers to finish putting on their shoes - Sunoo was mostly waiting for her crush to finally enter the dormitory so she could tell him about his day.

"Don't worry, they'll behave !" the young woman who has just entered the room promised, her coat still in her hand.

"I don't doubt it, how to behave with you if not nicely." another manager replied as he straightened up, giving her an amused smile.

"Oh, look at the clock ! It's getting late, you'll miss the meeting !" Sunoo interjected jovially, feigning concern. Seeing his Noona blush at this horrible attempt at flirting made Sunoo mad but he had to stay in character and smile. No one should realize he was jealous, especially not the managers.

"That's right. Well, see you tomorrow !" they greeted before leaving the room one by one. But just before the door closed and Sunoo grabbed the girl's hand, one of the managers turned around and addressed Jungwon, completely oblivious to the way Sunoo had retracted his hand and rolled his eyes - which earned him a warning look from the foreigner who was trying hard to keep from laughing at the boy's facial expressions. "We should discuss this in more detail with the upper management tonight, but you'll have a week's leave in the near future to reward you for your hard work."

A time off. Sunoo was eager to ask his friend to spend this week with him. Meanwhile, he had to act tonight. He had heard his Hyungs talking about the young woman, and Heesung seemed a little too interested in her. He had to show them that they had no chance with her, not while he was around.

"So Noona, did you have a good day ? What are we eating today ? I really like your pants, where did you buy them ? I'm sure my big sister would like them." Sunoo grabbed her hand and guided her to the kitchen, drowning her with questions that she did not even have time to answer.

"Yes I had a good day, tonight it will be an exotic dish, Spinach Lasagna with cream, and eggs for Sunghoon with the usual cereal yogurt, and I bought it at Pimke."

"Why does Sunghoon Hyung get extra eggs ?" Sunoo whined, outraged at the special treatment.

"Sunghoon's diet is adapted to his physical exercises. You don't do an hour and a half of exercise a day, do you ?"

"I don't..."

"Great !" she concluded and placed her jacket on the back of a chair before returning to the kitchen. Looking left and right but seeing no one, she concluded that the boys were busy in their rooms and leaned over to Sunoo who had joined her on the other side of the counter as he held his breath for a few seconds. "I've been paying close attention to the statistics and I might be able to give you a piece of Lotus cake. But you can't tell anyone, people have a hard time separating sweets from calories and I don't want to get fired…"

"Noona, you're really amazing!" Sunoo said,excited as he hugged her, affectionately rubbing her face in her hair as she giggled loudly. Seeing that she was not resisting his embrace, Sunoo smirked and gave in to his urges, pressing his body a little closer to hers. But she had no idea. After all, her Donsaeng was just giving her a big hug, he wasn't pressing her body to the counter and he was not leaning on her. He had not let his hands roam a little too close to the curve of her butt. He had not done any of that, and that sigh he'd just exhaled as he pressed his pelvis to hers was nothing more than a sigh of joy, right ? He was just her sweet little Donsaeng.

He had then left in a hurry, but his smile was the only thing that had caught the young woman's attention. She had not paid any attention to his red cheeks, his panting or that bulge in his sweatpants. Because when Sunoo smiled so brightly, no one could look away from his face and his adorable features.

As Heeseung became more insistent and bold in his approaches to their dietician, Sunoo too had decided to take matters into his own hands. He was not going to be outdone by his Hyung, not this time again. So he too was more insistent in his advances. After trying to see how it went the first time, and after he realized that she had not questioned the sudden skinship, Sunoo realized that he had free rein. A few times, as he went to the bathroom to fix his problem, he would see her blushing madly and slapping her face or insulting herself softly. He loved seeing his Noona feel guilty at the way her body reacted to his advances. He wanted her to realize herself why he always ran off to the bathroom after hugging her a little too hard or too long, he wanted her to question his every touch…

"Noona careful !" Sunoo's warning barely gave the young woman time to turn around before the thud of broken glass echoed through the room. Immediately, Sunoo rushed to her side, a puppy dog expression on his face. "I'm sorry Noona, the bowl slipped out of my hand…"

"Don't worry. How are you ?" she worried, looking up from the floor which was covered in glass shards before pulling his hair strands, just like that time in the canteen. "Silly you."

Sunoo felt his heart miss a beat and his breathing quicken at the sight of his Noona standing in front of him pulling his hair. It had no sexual connotation but Sunoo could not help but moan slightly, making it sound like a distress noise. And he succeeded in fooling the young woman who redoubled her concern, looking for any injury with her eyes, unaware of Sunoo's intense gaze. She was so close, all he had to do was get closer and grab her, turn her around and bend her on the counter…

"No."

"No ?"

"I mean, no, I'm not hurt !" stuttered Sunoo, trying to get his thoughts in order. He looked down at the ground and saw that she wasn't wearing slippers and was swaying from one foot to another, probably not knowing where to put her feet since there were so many pieces of glass all around them.

"Is everything okay here ?" Heeseung entered the room, a frown on his face and a worried look on his face. He gauged the situation with his eyes and raised an eyebrow at Sunoo's proximity to the woman. To which the young boy only replied with a smile - or was it a smirk ?

"Yes, I dropped the bowl but don't worry, I'll clean it up."

"Do you need help ?"

"Oh Heeseung that's nice-"

"-No ! Don't worry about it. I have to fix my own mistakes." Sunoo said in a tone that was meant to be playful but only meant to hide his annoyance. They were doing perfectly fine without him. Sunoo was in the middle of one of those situations, he couldn't have Heeseung around, not now.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." Heeseung rushed out of the room, half-glad that he didn't need to help tonight; he was so tired.

"Well, those pieces of glass aren't going to pick themselves up." the stranger sighed, bending down to pick them up.

Sunoo nodded and walked around her, heading for the broom to make her job easier. She did not have to clean up his messes after all. But Sunoo had apparently overestimated the quality of his slippers, because he felt a piece of glass push uncomfortably against the bottom of his foot - not enough to pierce it though. Surprised, he yelped and took a step backwards, jostling the girl who was crouching on the ground and causing her to fall forward. She tried as best she could to catch herself but it was at the cost of her finger which was pierced when it landed on a particularly sharp piece of glass. She yelped in turn, bringing her hand to her chest and trying to get up from the danger that the ground represented. Alarmed, Sunoo turned and saw her looking at him with round, shining eyes and a trembling lip.

"Don't make fun of me, my pain tolerance is non-existent…" she whined, taking Sunoo by surprise since he had never seen this side of his elder. And he loved it.

"Ah, Noona I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to…" he said apologetically before smiling sheepishly "But you're really cute~!" he tugged on her cheek and hair, teasing her and making her blush.

"Stop it !" she slapped his hands, looking like an angry kitten to the loving boy. "I'm going to ban you from the kitchen !"

"No ! Noona, I'm very sorry."

But Sunoo had made a habit of turning everything in his favor. "You should be more careful ! Wait a moment." He walked over to her under her curious gaze before grabbing the back of her thighs and lifting her up. She squealed and grabbed onto his shoulders before questioning his actions, those to which Sunoo only responded with a confused look, "I didn't want you to step on a piece of glass."

Oh, sweet little Donsaeng. He did not want her to get hurt and she had imagined horrible things. She was twenty-three and he was nineteen for God's sake! She couldn't help but feel like a horrible person, guilt gnawing at her every time she imagined strange things around her Donsaeng, while he always smiled at her kindly and innocently. She truly was an awful Noona - at least, that's what Sunoo had successfully made her think…

Looking around, the young man put the woman on the bar. "Are you bleeding ? My older sister always did that to me when I cut my finger with a piece of paper, I was very clumsy back then." Sunoo laughed softly, trying to coax the girl as he brought their bodies closer together.

"You still are, Sunoo." she laughed, completely unaware of how her body was only inches away from Sunoo's.

"Ah Noona~! Stop it, I'm not a baby anymore ! You saw how strong I am, I managed to carry you ! I'm working hard now, just like Sunghoon hyung." he whined, his moans contrasting with his words. His Noona could only laugh at this contrast, gently mocking him. Having had enough of making a fool of himself in front of her, Sunoo takes action; today he would do something risky.

He took her finger and without waiting any longer put it in his mouth, under the astonished look of the blushing girl. But then again, she would never suspect the intentions of her sweet little Donsaeng. Because Sunoo was not sucking her finger erotically, he was not grabbing her hand with both hands and practically massaging her finger with his tongue, he was not licking it like a dog would do with a bone even though her wound was only on the tip of her middle finger. Oh no. And most importantly, he had not just nibbled and moaned softly around her hand as he pressed his body to hers, taking advantage of her leaning back slightly to hover over her on the bar. No. Since he was just her sweet little Donsaeng, and she was just a pervert.

This was the first time the foreigner questioned Sunoo's actions. Or rather, it was the first time she questioned his reactions. After Sunoo had cleaned up the floor, a satisfied smile on his face, they had both continued to cook as if nothing had happened. Well, they tried. Sunoo had decided to stop masturbating. Not out of good conscience, oh no, he just knew that as the days passed he was getting closer to his goal. He saw it a little more each time with the reactions of his elder. And most importantly, this time he did not need it. The small inaudible moan that she had let escape had been enough to make him cream his pants. But he had not had enough, so he had adjusted his shorts. It was hard for Sunoo to concentrate while his penis pulsed uncomfortably. It was hard for the young woman to concentrate while her arousal made her uncomfortable in her underwear. But they had to act like nothing happened: the other should not suspect anything.

[khristie16]

Table number six p.1/...

pairing: charles leclerc x reader summary: you decided to disappear from your hometown with your bestfriend, finding the anchor in Monaco. With your talent to be in the right place at the right time you got yourself to some fine situation Warnings: none beside google translated French Word count: 3.3K

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Charles, we cannot do this! as you looked around if someone could see you. Why. Because you're in a relationship! I'm not anymore -

It all started under normal circumstances. You recently moved out of your hometown. Actually a whole country. You couldn't proceed further with that was happening here. It was your family. They were draining the life out of you. You were naturally a happy spirit, always smiling widely and genuinely, because you were actually enjoying life. Always remembering to live in the present moment till it became natural to you. You knew this about you, you've always been like this but lately you were more of trying instead of being to be the same YN as you were few years ago. The older you got, the harder it was to stay the same. And it was scary to you to be changing to a different person right in front of your own eyes since you didn't want to become someone you didn't want to be.

The whole problem was your family. They were suffocating you with just their presence. Each morning you got up, went for a breakfast and all of them were stressing about literally anything. You hardly could breathe in their presence. Like they were exposing their hollow parts of their soul onto you. And unfortunately, being in the same presence, you were inhaling it all. That's when you started changing. You still persisted and resisted such state, but it was too much to bare. In the beginning the only getaway for escape were books. You somewhat found peace in psychology and applying it onto your daily struggles and your whole family issues to find some sort of agreement and compassion. It helped you a little to survive on daily basis. But even this was not enough. -

Soo you have a big dream in your life? Oh yes. I do. What is it? It is a secret -

One time at a party, you met this guy. He was actually more interested in talking to you rather than getting into your panties. He was easy going as you and after short amount of time you got more into a deep talk. You've talked about life and he said something you remember till this day. And you know for sure you will keep it in your heart till the day you die: Fear is learnt. It is not given. Fear is here to put us back and never fulfill our dreams. Change your habits and fear will have no place in your life anymore. From that time you dwelled on that. And lived by this rule. At least you tried especially in the beginning.

And this was the reason why you got the courage to move out. You got the courage, decided one time sitting on the bench and watching others, thinking about their lives and how you are now stuck in a place, where your soul doesn't want to be. And certainly you knew that only the fear is holding you back to actually do something about your terrific situation. As you decided about your future, you from that point were stubborn about that. And very soon your best friend knew about this idea since you told her. I want to get away. And never come back! I don't care about the serious stuff I should plan ahead. I don't care. I just know I need to get out.

Your friend was not in the best place either, the job was mentally draining her and the fact that she has a great potential but cannot pursue it, because of the place we are living, was the reason why she wanted to go with you. She told you she wouldn't have been able to do this if it were just for her alone. But with you she has all the strength in her.

Of course it is needed to say, you both came from quite rich families. You got it easier than most of the people who wanted to pursue the same idea. Still, disappearing and never wanting to see your family again- this is something you don't tell your family. You just wanna escape. Without goodbye, without words. Thank God you both were smart enough to have always put aside enough money these past few years. So now you have just enough money to go anywhere without the need to worry about them. -

We both agreed we go for it no matter what. And I know what I wanna do. But what about you? I don't know yet. I just like to read books, and contemplate on things. Then try to do exactly that. -

You always knew you want to study further in the sphere of psychology. Either way just by yourself or officially. That is why you applied to university in Monaco. And why Monaco? Better question is why NOT Monaco. The perfect place. You have everything there. The sun, the sea, the fancy places, nature, great food and awesome things to do there. Even the language wasn't the problem. You got a very good level of Italian language. On top of that your friend was visiting a French institute back in your hometown and promised you she will teach you enough French to understand others in Monaco. Which is exactly what happened. You had it planned. One day, one night, you packed the little of yours, the sentimental things you wanted to keep, to save from old life and your family, and got away. -

I've never been more grateful that I put aside the money. Hahaha yes! It is soo exciting. It feels like we are gonna save the world! I feel unstoppable. No fear. -

Few months have passed in Monaco. You found a nice place to live with your friend. Beautiful view, quiet neighborhood. You both accommodated quickly and most of the time the two of you spent living in your present moment here without the help of your cellphones. You both wanted to be aware the most what the new life you got for yourselves got for you. And thanks to that you were put in situation where you could only use your knowledge and your own memory, no translator whatsoever and your friend wasn't helping you either. You knew already enough to survive here. For the other part, you got accepted to university thanks to all of your gained knowledge from all of those years where you were hiding from your family's presence. Your friend Mary found a nice job where she could refine her potential. She now worked at embassy for translating French to Korean. Your friend was wild with languages.

And because you were the sun, the high spirit, you found friends very easily. You laughed easily and were funny by nature so you always attracted great people and especially those that wanted to show you how much they appreciate you. And they always wanted to show you the world, no matter If you knew this person for five minutes or a few days. You even got the opportunity to meet some great people in Monaco which you didn't know by then. -

Where are you from? Ah, just a small town in a small country. Well that is enough interesting for me to ask more -

You met your friend at a normal average cafeteria in Monaco. You were sitting there by yourself, reading your books to uni and drinking espresso macchiato when this stranger approached you complimenting you. You offered him a big smile and that is when you got him into his seat right in front of you. It is always your smile that sweep others off their feet. You talked a little and you found out his mum is working here and he is making a visit often. But most of the time he is finding himself in a different parts of Monaco since he has a very fancy and famous restaurant Le Louis XV. (No way!) You gasped at that information. You knew this place is THE place. Secretly by nights you were dreaming to visit this place, even if just for once. You wanted it so badly you got even obsessed with their official website, wolfing each information about their place, their food, their wine, their policies. Smiling so much it hurt you, you told him how beautiful this place is and how endeared you are by meeting someone like him who actually owns this place!

We are actually looking for some new waitress. You look very pretty, you look very kind and I'm sure you are very smart as well. We could hire someone just like you just like that. I like you enough already. I am sure you would do a great job.

Your mouth fell wide open and you immediately covered it with your hand. Still your eyes visible in shock. Your friend sitting in front of you chuckled.

I am so sorry! That is so awesome! But I don't even know your name! You laughed out so loud. It was silly to talk so much about each other and even receive such a compliment without knowing each other's name. Anyway you promised him that you will think it through and the two of you exchanged numbers. -

Oh cmon Mary! Let's go to this place! I need to see how it looks inside. Like really really see it on my own eyes. Plus! the guy already knows me. He will sure remember me. You mean the guy you don't know the name of? Haha very funny. His name is Jean. Well I'm afraid I cannot go. I still need to work on this script. It is super important. Quite urgent. Alright. I get it. You smiled. You were very happy for your friend that she is finally doing what she was waiting for so long. I will go by myself then. You smiled and prepared yourself. You sure know better to come there dressed up more fancy than on normal occasions. -

As your taxi got to the destination, you carefully stepped out and took a big inhale. Somehow the whole atmosphere was different around here. It smelled different. More alive you thought to yourself. Even the doors looked breath taking. But just from observing the place, basically just standing there, you had some sort of a feeling something will happen. Call it an intuition. With such state, your fear started creeping around the corners in your mind. You felt your heart beating fast, and your hands started to get sweaty. Taking a few steps forward, you saw the personnel were quite wild inside. (Weird). It didn't look so put together as you thought it would. Your fear was telling you you don't want to get yourself in trouble. But you remembered your party hero. You put all of those fearful thoughts to hell and stepped on the stairs. -

Maman, nous sommes restés assez déjà en attendant. Ne devrions-nous pas aller ailleurs ? Mom, we've been waiting enough already. Shouldn't we go somewhere else? Non, j'aime le plus cet endroit. On va attendre un peu. No, I like this place the most. We'll wait a bit. -

It was just around lunch. Around 3PM. Inside it looked…envoûtant.

Just in time! Ah! Bonjour Jean. Ca va? YN no time for talking. I need you asap. What? Your face don't lie. You looked shocked and scared. I need you to start working. (Whaaaaat???) But I didn't come here for work! I just arrived! YN - he held you by your shoulders - J'ai besoin de toi. But No But, I need you. You were looking into his eyes and they told you he was deadly serious. Our staff today is short, many people got sick! C'est foutu ici, regarde It's fucked up here, look You finally gathered some words to talk back. That is not possible! I don't even know where is the kitchen, nor the utensils and I don't even know all of the ingredients in what you are serving! And what about the wine???? You will handle it. Jean! Allez. The table number six. You just looked down, and nodded. Qui.

Jean led you to a staff room to change yourself. You changed yourself very quickly. You actually didn't have time for anything else. Not even thinking. But just one second to take a look at yourself in the mirror is what you needed. Looking in the mirror, you said Either way it is gonna be a big fuck up or a great experience. But I'm not backing up. Remember to just smile, be funny, the rest will hopefully be taken care of. Somehow.

You breathed a big exhale and got yourself out of the restroom. -

Aujourd'hui, ils manquent de personnel. Jean me l'a dit. Today they are understaffed. Jean told me. Maman, on aime bien ici mais on ne peut pas rester ici encore une demi-heure à. Mom, we like it here but we can't stay here for another half an hour.

That is when you appeared fast as a lighting. You smiled big. Making eye contact with everyone. Not having the mental capacity yet to actually remember all of their faces. They were like six of them. Three women and the rest were men. One of the women were in her older years. You made a note to focus on her the most. At least that is what etiquette taught you. Bon jour. Préférez-vous le français ou l'italien. Smiling at the old lady. I think she is the mom of the boys. They look alike. Le français c'est bien. She smiled at you as well. Actually she was waaay too smiley in your opinion. But it was nice to meet someone sweet. You asked what they would like to drink and thankfully they didn't have any tricky questions for you. You somewhat made it. Writing the orders fast and still maintaining eye contact with the diners. You were still smiling genuinely and making sure you catch each word. It was hard at first, but thanks to lessons from your friend Mary, you could survive in understanding. You just had a little delay comprehending sometimes. You thanked them and apologized for the time it took. Leaving their table shyly.

You followed other waitress to kitchen so you find out finally where it is situated. Thanks to your deduction skills you knew where to put the orders and prepare some of it by yourself actually. Not the food obviously. Speaking about food…

YN, this food to table four.

You didn't even have a chance to react as you turned around to Jean, because other waitress bumped into you and put the plates on your hands. You thought you will die at the exact moment. But couldn't do such. You couldn't even die at this moment. There was no time for that! (Merde!)

You were afraid it will fall on the ground. In your eyes was visible there was a little hesitation as you were scared, but gladly you still had a smile laid out on your face. As you were passing other tables in the line you had to avoid the other waitress so you put your arms up, YES arms up with the FOOD and spun around laughing big because you could either cry or laugh. You wanted both but not acceptable. You made the choice. You were sweating and cursing in your mind. -

Charles, regarde ! Elle est tellement belle. Regarde la grâce avec laquelle elle marche. Si féminin. Charlie, look! She is so beautiful. Look at the grace with which she walks. So feminine. Maman! J'ai une copine juste à côté de moi! Mom! I have a girlfriend right next to me! C'est pourquoi je chuchote. That's why I whisper. -

You did it. The food is on the table. And you somehow was being able to manage to pronounce the name of the servings. Then you found out these are actually foreigners speaking English so you were glad to speak at least a little bit of your mother language. You joked a little with them and felt very grateful at that moment. But at the back of your mind you knew you have to go back to the table number six. Enjoy your meal guys!

As you were going back, you saw the old lady smiling big at you so you did as well. Tout va bien maintenant? Oui merci. Vous avez choisi? Are you ready to order? You were still looking at her. It was what you think you should do. You just wanted to do good with this job, be kind, be well behaved. It looked like it is appreciated at least by the old lady. Oui, nous sommes prêts. You were patiently waiting for orders, starting with the old lady by being obvious smiling at her and waiting for her to speak. Then you continued with the other two women and lastly guys. You were not that careful with them, because you could hardly tell who is the oldest one. Merci. S'il vous plaît, n'hésitez pas à m'appeler si vous avez besoin de quoi que ce soit. Thank you. Please don't hesitate to call me if you need anything. -

Avez-vous remarqué à quel point elle se comporte bien? Have you noticed how well she behaves? Oui - Lorenzo agreed with his girlfriend - Oui! elle est si gentille. Yes! she is so nice. Eh bien, dans ce restaurant, il ne devrait y avoir que des gens qui se comportent bien. Well, in this restaurant, there should only be well-behaved people. Charles wasn't such a big fan of yours it appears. Certainly not after his own mother told him to check you out - while he was sitting there with his girlfriend by his side. He didn't know that in a no time you will be lying on him, and he will not like it. But not from such an obvious reason as it may look like. -

The next half an hour was good. You were little disoriented sometimes, you had to ask twice, but everything was fine when it came to diners. You brought plates with the food to the table number six and left them immediately. You had other tables to serve. One thing that haven't left you was your smile though. You were smiling all the time, you didn't even know you did. After some time, the sun was already settling down and the table number six was finished with their meals. Avez-vous apprécié votre nourriture? Did you enjoy your food? Oui beaucoup. Ta présence aussi. Your presence too. Well, that was a lot to say. You got a fright to be honest. You were still smiling but with a little shock in your eyes. You laughed it off. Merci. As you were looking around the table, checking once again if they are finished, need a refill perhaps, you asked Veux-vous un dessert?

They thought about it a little bit. You stopped looking around around the table at this one particular man. He was definitely her son. And the girl next to him definitely his girlfriend. As you were making the dots, you caught the young man looking at you. When you connected with his eyes, you smiled a little. But he immediately took his look away. It made you sad a little. (Definitely not a man worth my time. He cannot even reciprocate when a woman smiles at him!) You looked away from him, catching the eye of the old lady. Nous voudrions en fait un dessert. Parfait! you replied and focused once again. Leaving them once again with their orders. -

Charles, sois plus gentil, s'il te plaît. Charles, please be nicer. Je suis gentil. Non tu ne l'es pas. Maman a raison. Vous trompez un peu depuis le début quand la serveuse est venue. Mom is right. You are a bit off from the beginning when the waitress came. Lorenzo agreed with his mom. Arthur continued. En fait je ne l'ai jamais vue avant. Je pense qu'elle est nouvelle. In fact, I've never seen her before. I think she is new. Je le pense aussi. I think so too. -