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ohmyamor · 1 year

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oh my ***

Pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

Summary: Everyone supposedly has a guardian angel, one that’s tasked to always keep their human out of trouble and on the right path of life. But you don’t just have one, you have...eight?!

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Warnings: fluff, angst, near death experiences, threatening someone wooyoung with a bat, cursing, comfort, reincarnation, i think that’s it?

You wouldn’t necessarily consider yourself a lucky person.

You also wouldn’t really consider yourself an unlucky person either.

You just kind of exist, with the occasional good and not-so-good things happening to you.

Like when you somehow managed to score you and your friends front row seats to see your favorite group in concert. Or the time that you somehow managed to break your ankle and your phone all in the same day.

So, yeah, you wouldn’t say you’re the luckiest person in the world, but you’re also not the unluckiest person, so you’re pretty fine with continuing your life as is.

Today, however, has been going oddly perfect.

You woke up for the first time in forever feeling incredibly well-rested, which has not happened since before you hit puberty. The weather was perfect, maybe a little too perfect, but you didn’t care. You could finally open your windows completely to let in the cool breeze from outside, listening as the birds sang outside of your apartment.

Checking your phone, you also noticed that your paycheck came in a whole day early. Opening your bank account, you stared wide-eyed at the number that was deposited. It was certainly a much larger amount than your last paycheck.

Feeling absolutely ecstatic over how well the morning was going, you decided to make a trip to your favorite coffee shop and treat yourself to some breakfast.

Connecting your phone to your speaker, you selected your favorite playlist and allowed the music to flow through the apartment. Picking out some cute clothes, you began to get ready. As you finished washing your face, you also noticed that your skin seemed to be really nice today, with hardly any redness seeping through and the dark circles under you eyes had seemed to disappear over night.

Smiling brightly at yourself in the mirror, you finished applying your skincare before moving to get dressed and apply some light makeup. Once you finished, you couldn’t help but check yourself out in the mirror.

I look so cute today.

Giving yourself a wink, you let out a small laugh at your own antics before grabbing your purse from where it hung on the wall and stepping outside. Making sure the door was locked, you began the short walk to your favorite cafe.

You couldn’t help but admire how nice the sun felt on your skin. For the past few weeks, the weather had been anything but nice, and it almost felt like the weather had been reflecting your mood. With the project you had been assigned at work, you had been feeling so overwhelmed and stressed out that you often contemplated just quitting in order to get rid of the stress.

But thankfully, the project was finally done, you had received great feedback from your boss, and it finally seemed as though your little slump was beginning to improve.

Making your way inside the cafe, you walked up to the counter and ordered your usual drink as well as a small pastry.

A little treat for myself.

Sitting down at a table that had the best view of the street, you made yourself comfortable with your drink as you waited for your pastry. Though, you were pleasantly surprised when the man who took your order came out with two pastries instead of one.

“Um, I think you might’ve given me the wrong pastry,” you frowned slightly. “I only ordered this one,” you pointed at the pastry that you know for sure you had ordered.

“Oh!” the man smiled brightly. “No, don’t worry, it’s on the house!”

Before you could even respond, the man gently placed both pastries on your table, sending you a small wink and making his way back behind the counter.

You could feel your cheeks warm slightly at the man’s actions.

Damn, today really is a great day you thought, bringing the pastry up to your mouth and taking a bite out of it.

Holy shit this is so good too you hummed appreciatively.

After thoroughly enjoying your breakfast, you bid goodbye to the barista before making your way out of the store.

Hmmmm, what should I do now?

Glancing around, you remembered that one of your favorite bookstores was about a block away, and quickly made up your mind to go there.

Walking to the nearest stoplight, you pushed the button on the pole and waited patiently for the light to turn green. Fishing out your phone from your bag, you scrolled aimlessly through social media and responding to some texts your friends had sent. Glancing up, you noticed the light was now green.

Placing your phone in your pocket, you began to cross the street.

You were almost at the other side of the crosswalk when a loud screeching noise caused you to whip your head to the side. There was a car moving down the street in your direction incredibly fast, and you watched as people on the sidewalks jumped out of the way as the car swerved from side to side and hit things on the street.

Your heart raced you watched the car come barreling towards you. It felt like your feet were stuck to the ground and you couldn’t find it in yourself to move.

Right as the car came feet away from hitting you, you shut your eyes, bracing for the impact of the car hitting your body.

You barely registered the feeling of someone grabbing your hand and yanking you forward.

Landing roughly on your hands and knees on the sidewalk, you stared at the cement in front of you as the sound of the car slowly disappeared in the distance. There were people running up to you from both sides of the street, some yelling while others gently crouched next to you and asked if you were okay.

The strangers helped turn you around and you sat on the sidewalk unable to calm your racing heart.

“Th-thank you,” you breathed out, looking at the woman who was closest to you.

Her eyebrows furrowed and she looked at you concerned.

“For what?”

You swallowed.

“For grabbing me and pulling me forward. I couldn’t move and I though for sure the car was going to hit me,” you explained.

It was your turn to look confused when she opened her mouth.

“Honey, there was no one around you. I certainly wasn’t going to reach you on time and neither was anyone else.”

After the lady explained to you that the other pedestrians on the street had just barely reached you after you were already on the sidewalk, you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone’s eyes on you.

The strangers who had come up to check on you were incredibly nice, and after convincing them to not call an ambulance and that you could stand on your own, the crowd slowly dispersed.

The woman who had helped you insisted on calling a cab for you, even though you reassured her that you didn’t live far and you could make it home safely. She was adamant, saying that she wouldn’t let you walk home alone after what just happened and said it would weigh heavy on her conscious if she did.

Eventually, you relented, and waited with her patiently as she called a taxi.

When the cab eventually pulled up, she gave you a hug and said that she was happy you were okay and to get home safely.

Waving goodbye through the window, you watched as her figure slowly grew smaller.

Leaning back against the leather seats, you finally allowed yourself to process what had just happened.

Your day had been going so well and that car had quite literally come out of nowhere. Even though the lady who helped you said there was no one near you, you were 100% positive you had felt someone grab your hands and pull you forward onto the sidewalk.

Your mind wandered to your parents and the stories they had told you when you were younger of guardian angels.

“Guardian angels? What’s that?” seven-year-old you has asked your mom.

She smiled, softly running her hand through your hair from where she sat on the edge of your bed.

“They’re people who are assigned to watch over you and always protect you. They help you when you’re in trouble and make sure you always make good decisions.”

Younger you wrinkled her nose.

“They’re always watching me? That sounds creepy.”

Your mom laughed, tossing her head back.

After what you had experienced today, maybe the stories your mom used to tell you weren’t that crazy.

As the cab you were in slowly came to a stop in front of your building, you thanked the driver and rummaged through your bag looking for some cash to tip him.

He waved his hand at you, telling you the lady who had flagged him down already paid and there was no need to tip.

“I’m just glad I could get you home safely.”

“Oh,” you blinked, kind of surprised he was saying no to being tipped. “Well, thank you, sir.” You said honestly. “I hope you have a great rest of your day,” you said, stepping out of the car.

The driver bid you farewell and drove away from your building as soon as you walked through the front gates.

Sighing heavily, you made your way to the elevator in the building and walked into the old machine, watching as the doors closed and the numbers for the floors slowly climbed up.

Honestly, you couldn’t wait to into your bed and knock out. Way too much has happened today that was out of your comfort zone, to say the least.

Eventually, you reached your front door and reached into your bag to fish out your keys.

Searching inside your bag with your hand, your eyebrows furrowed when you didn’t feel the familiar metal of your keys.

I know I brought them with me, so where are they?

Taking your bag off your shoulder, you opened it up and began pulling out everything you had in there. You could feel the pit in your stomach get heavier with every item that was removed and no keys were found.

You eventually emptied out your entire bag and still, you were unable to find your keys. Leaning your back against your door, you slowly allowed yourself to sink to the ground.

They must’ve fallen out when I fell, you though bitterly. You could feel the familiar sting of tears in your eyes and you felt a lump in your throat.

This was the last thing you needed today.

You’re unsure how long you sat outside your apartment door, wallowing in your own misery.

The sound of footsteps brought you of your thoughts.

Glancing up, you noticed a tall man with short pink hair come to a stop in front of you.

“Is everything okay miss?”

Holy shit he has a deep voice

You sighed loudly.

“Not really,” you admit. “I lost my keys at some point when I was out today and my friend who has my spare is out of town for the week.”

You’re not really sure what compelled you to tell all this to the strange man who you’ve never even seen in your apartment, but something about him gives off a very peaceful aura.

You feel like you could tell him anything.

The man furrows his eyebrows and a soft pout forms on his face.

“Aw, I’m really sorry,” he sympathized.

You shrugged, there wasn’t really anything he could do to help.

He glanced around nervously. Why? You’re not quite sure.

“I’m, uh, actually one of the maintenance people and we’re here doing some routine check-ups,” he started.

Check-ups? The building manager didn’t notify me of anything going on this week.

“If you want,” the man continues. “I can go back down to the leasing office and grab the master key to unlock your door for you?”

You hesitate.

On one hand, this man is literally offering to go out of his way to help you out and unlock your door for you.

On the other hand, you have absolutely no way of proving he’s actually who he says he is. He could be a serial killer for all you know and you’ve basically just given him access to unlock your apartment and kill you in your sleep.

Giving him a once over, you notice the bluish jumpsuit he’s wearing and the work boots he has on. Quite frankly, he does look like he’s been doing some manual labor, so maybe he’s telling the truth.

“Okay,” you finally reply, albeit hesitantly.

Honestly, if he does turn out to be a serial killer and comes back to murder you in your sleep, you’ll make sure to haunt him for the rest of his life.

“Great!” he smiles widely, his eyes turning into the cutest crescent moons you’ve ever seen.

At least he’ll be a cute serial killer, you think.

“Oh!” he says, as though he just remembered something. “Also, my name’s Mingi! It’s really nice to meet you!” the man, Mingi, reaches his hand out.

Pushing yourself off the floor, you quickly dust yourself off before reaching out as well to shake his hand.

“I’m (Y/n),” you introduce yourself.

Mingi hums.

“That’s a really pretty name.”

You can feel your cheeks get warm.

“O-oh, thank you.”

It’s quiet for a few moments before Mingi speaks again.

“Okay, well I’m gonna go downstairs to get the masterkey really quick. Don’t get into any trouble while I’m gone!” he jokes, beginning to walk back down the hallway.

“I’ll try,” you laugh nervously, thinking about the day you’ve had.

If anything else goes wrong today, you don’t think you’ll have the willpower to keep living.

You’re only waiting for a few minutes before you can spot Mingi coming back down the hall.

Damn he’s quick.

“Got it!” Mingi says cheerfully, waving a small key in the air.

You smile back, feeling relieved that you can finally get inside your apartment.

He stops in front of your door, pushing the key inside the lock and wriggling it around a few times before you can hear the familiar click of the lock. Letting out a small “aha”, Mingi twists the doorknob and sure enough, the door to your apartment opens.

You might actually cry tears of happiness.

“Ma’am,” Mingi says in a fake posh accent, gesturing with his hand for you to go inside.

You let out a small laugh and walk inside. Mingi remains outside of your door.

“Well, thank you so much Mingi,” you say earnestly. “I honestly don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t showed up at the right time. My knight in shining armor,” you joke.

Mingi blushes furiously, bringing up a hand to rub the back of his head and looking off to the side.

“It’s nothing,” he says. “I’m just glad everything worked out.”

You nod, unsure of what to say next.

Mingi’s head suddenly snaps to the side, looking at something down the hallway, almost as if he heard something. You frown. You didn’t hear anything.

“Well, it looks like I have to get going,” he begins.

You nod.

“Better get back before the big boss gets mad at you for slacking off, huh?”

You say it as a joke, but Mingi only lets out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Um,” you’re not quite sure what to say. “Okay, well thanks again Mingi, I really do appreciate it.” You slowly begin to shut the door.

“Anytime,” he sends you a small wave and bright smile, turning to walk down the hallway as you finally shut the door.

You don’t spend too much time thinking about Mingi’s strange behavior at the end, chalking it up to him having a really strict boss. Plus, you honestly can’t wait to change into your pajamas and knock out.

Dropping your purse on your couch, you make your way to your room and quickly change into your pj’s before flinging yourself onto your bed.

You hug the stuffed bear on your bed closely, feeling the tension and stress from your body slowly begin to fade away as your body succumbs to sleep.

You’re not sure what time it is when you wake up.

The lack of light coming in from outside lets you know that it’s dark, leaving you to assume it’s either really late or really early.

You roll back over, fully intending on returning to dreamland when the sound of hushed arguing catches your attention.

You groan, assuming it’s your neighbors who are always going at it. Seriously, if they argue this much, they should just break up. Arguing that much can’t be healthy for anyone.

You’ve just grabbed onto your pillow, intending on using it to block out the voices, when you suddenly realize that it’s only male voices you can hear. Sitting up, you strain your ears to try and catch more of what they’re saying.

You feel yourself freeze when you realize that the voices are coming from your living room.

You sit frozen on your bed for a few minutes, unsure of what to do.

Did these people break into your apartment? What are they doing here? What are they going to do to you?

Reaching out blindly, you attempt to locate your phone, hoping you can at least call the police before the robbers can reach you. Pressing the power button, your heart drops when it doesn’t turn on. In your excitement to knock out, you never put it to charge and now it’s dead.

Taking a deep breath, you try to think of a course of action.

Slowly getting out of bed, you reach under the bed to grab the metal bat that you keep in case of emergencies. Maybe, if the robbers don’t have any weapons, you can either scare them off or hurt them enough to grab the home phone sitting on your kitchen counter and call the police.

You cautiously make your way to the door of your bedroom, letting out a shaky breath before slowly twisting the doorknob. You gently push the door open, thanking whatever gods are out there that it doesn’t make any noise.

Now that the door is open, you can hear the voices more clearly.

“Why would you show yourself to her?”

“What did you want me to do? She was having the worst day, I wasn’t gonna sit back and watch her suffer.” The voice sounds oddly familiar.

Someone else hums.

“Don’t even say anything,” the original voice whispers angrily. “You should have never interfered earlier.”

“She was about to get hit by a car, hyung! What did you want me to do, let it happen? Then we would be back to square one all over again.”

It’s a different voice this time, slightly higher in pitch.

They’re talking about what happened to you earlier.

Who the fuck are these people?

You arrive at the corner of the hallway, gripping your bat impossibly tight and peeking around the corner.

From what you can see, there’s a few men standing in your living room. One with dark blue hair sits on your couch facing the kitchen, another stands with his back to the hallway where you stand, and there seems to be someone standing in front of him.

You can’t help but let out a small gasp when you realize the man standing with his back facing you has short pink hair.

Mingi.

All three men whip their heads around.

They stare at you wide-eyed, including Mingi.

You come out from behind the corner and point your bat at the men.

“Who the fuck are you?” you demand. “And why the fuck are you in my apartment?”

Your eyes dart around, trying to keep an eye on every person in the room. Your heart pounds in your chest and your hands are sweaty, but you’ll be damned if you go out without a fight.

Mingi takes a step forward, his hands raised slightly.

“(Y/n),” he starts.

He stops when you take a step backward.

“Mingi, if that’s even your goddam name,” you spit. You miss the way all three men flinch slightly. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?”

“Was helping me earlier just a plot to figure out where I live? Are you gonna kill me?” you question.

A crestfallen look falls on Mingi’s face. A small part of you almost wants to feel bad. Almost.

“No, not at all,” he defends. “Look, it’s kind of complicated, but I can explain. I just need you to put the bat down.” His eyes dart to the metal bat you have a death grip on.

You let out a harsh laugh.

“No fucking way. I don’t care who the hell you are, I need you and your friends to get out right now before I call the cops.” You demand.

“The cops aren’t going to help you sweetheart,” a voice comes from behind you.

You let out a scream, turning around and blindly swinging your bat. It hits something hard.

“OW!”

A man with long hair that’s black and silver hunches over in front of you, clutching his stomach. You stare wide-eyed.

There’s more of them.

And where the fuck are they coming from?

“(Y/n),” someone else says your name. You whip back around, moving backward towards the wall and making sure the men don’t leave your sight. You keep the bat pointed at them.

The man with dark blue hair siting on the couch is standing now, and he looks at you with wide eyes as well.

“Please, just put the bat down and we can explain everything to you.”

You shake your head vehemently.

“You guys broke into my fucking apartment and you want me to calm down?” You laugh incredulously. “Are you guys fucking insane?”

You miss the way the shorter male standing next to Mingi has disappeared.

Mingi frowns, looking genuinely saddened.

“I’m really sorry we have to do this.”

You furrow your eyebrows, now genuinely concerned he’s going to murder you.

“What are you-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence when you feel fingers touch your temple and you black out.

“What did you do?”

“What we had to! She already managed to hit Wooyoung and she was obviously freaking out so we had to calm her down!”

Someone snickers.

“Shut up Yeosang.”

“C’mon, you’re telling me it’s a bat that took you out?”

“She has a good swing! You should try getting a metal bat swung directly at your stomach and see how you feel.”

You let out a soft groan at the voices that surround you. They’re too loud.

You’re laying on something soft and it feels familiar as well.

Am I dead?

“You’re not dead.”

Your eyes shoot open.

Sitting up, you groan at the light that shines harshly into your room and shut your eyes. Opening them softly, you glance around. You’re definitely in your room, which is a relief.

But the eight bodies that surround you bring anything but relief.

You tense up, your hands gripping at the sheets.

You can feel tears beginning to blur your vision and you can hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whimper.

Someone lets out a sad noise.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” a deep voice comes from your right side.

You look over to see who said that. Familiar brown eyes stare deeply into your own, and the soft pink hair instantly allows you to recognize who just spoke.

“How can I trust you Mingi?”

A heartbroken expression falls over his face and he looks unsure of what to say.

“He’s right sweetheart,” another voice speaks up. “We’re not going to hurt you.” This time it’s another tall man who speaks. He has peach colored hair. His eyes bore into yours, and you feel slightly unnerved at the raw honesty that comes across.

You don’t say anything, opting to take a glance at all the men who are spread across your room.

A shorter man who stands closest to your bed sighs and takes a step forward.

“This isn’t how we wanted to meet, so please accept our deepest apologies for scaring you,” the man begins.

“We’re your guardian angels.”

The man, Hongjoong, had explained to you that they were in fact your guardian angels.

Typically, humans only had one guardian angel, he had explained, but you were assigned eight.

Guardian angels were also never, under any circumstances, to reveal themselves to their humans, but some people, Hongjoong glared at the man sitting at your desk with dark blue hair as well as Mingi, had broken these rules.

Which is why you were currently able to see all of them.

“How do I even know you’re telling me the truth?” You questioned. This entire situation was absolutely insane and you could barely wrap your head around any of the information that was just given to you.

“Well, we’ve been watching over you your whole life,” the blue haired male spoke up. “Ask us anything that no one else knows and we can answer it.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, thinking about different things throughout your life that no one knew about you.

“When I was in middle school and I asked out that boy a year ahead of me, what did he say?”

There’s no way they could know the answer to this. This is literally something I’ve never told anyone and I intend on taking it with me to my grave.

“He said no because you reminded him of his mom and that grossed him out.”

You stare wide-eyed at the man with medium length blonde hair that sat in the middle of your floor.

What the fuck?

“Don’t worry, you honestly dodged a bullet with that one,” another male with cherry red hair shook his head. “You know that guy ended up marrying his first cousin?” The man snorted.

You had no words.

You had never told anyone that secret because it embarrassed you so much, but clearly, the men in front of you knew it.

Maybe they’re telling the truth.

“Of course we’re telling the truth, we’re angels.”

The man with two-toned hair speaks up.

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Did you just read my thoughts?”

He shrugs.

“They’re very loud.”

You stare at him.

“Do you want me to hit you with my bat again?”

The man shudders.

“Please, don’t.”

Another voice speaks up.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well,” the man with peach hair pipes in.

You shrug.

“I don’t really have any reason to doubt you, I guess.” You hesitate before saying your next words. “Plus, I don’t know what it is, but you guys have this vibe,” you gesture your hand vaguely.

“It feels...safe?” You shrug, looking down at the spare thread you’ve been messing with since you woke up. “I felt it when I met Mingi earlier, but I didn’t know what to think about it.”

You miss the way Mingi’s ears turn red.

An awkward silence falls across the room.

“Well,” another man, the one who stands next to Hongjoong, begins to speak. “Now that that’s done, we should introduce ourselves. I’m Seonghwa,” he sends you a beautiful smile.

“I’m Hongjoong, as you already know,” Hongjoong says and you nod.

“My name’s Yunho,” the man with peach hair speaks up.

“I’m San,” the man with dark blue hair pipes up, sending you a bright, dimpled smile. You can’t help but send him a small smile back.

“I’m Yeosang,” the blonde one on your floor gives you a small nod of acknowledgement.

“I’m Wooyoung!” Two-toned hair chirps loudly. You can’t help but side-eye him slightly. “What?” he cries.

“Please don’t sneak up on me if you don’t want me to hit you again,” you warn.

A few snickers sound throughout the room.

“I’m Jongho,” the one with cherry hair tells you.

Your eyes land on the last man who sits closest to you.

“I’m Mingi,” he says. “But, you already know that.”

You nod. He still seems a little bit sad.

You hesitate, but reach out to softly grab his hand that rests on your bed.

“Thank you for your help earlier,” you start. “And I’m sorry I didn’t believe you at first.”

You glance around the room.

“But, you guys have to understand that this whole situation is kind of crazy.”

Seonghwa nods.

“We understand, and we’re sorry for scaring you so much.” He nods his head toward Mingi and San. “But those two broke one of the most important rules that guardian angels must follow.”

You nod, understanding what Seonghwa’s saying.

“Wait,” your eyebrows furrow. “I know Mingi broke the rule when he helped me get back inside my apartment, but what did San do?”

You look at him as he crosses his arms and pouts, reminding you of a scolded child.

“He’s the one that pulled you out of the street yesterday before the car could hit you,” Wooyoung explains.

Your eyes widen and you sit up even further.

“So I was right!” you exclaim.

Mingi raises a brow.

“I knew I felt someone grab my hands and pull me forward, but the lady who helped me said there was no one there!” You pout slightly. “I thought I was going crazy for a second.”

You look over at San.

“Thank you for saving my life,” you tell him sincerely.

San throws his hands up in the air.

“See? At least she’s grateful for what I did!”

Yeosang rolls his eyes.

“Of course she is, you idiot, she would’ve been dead if you hadn’t.”

This time, you don’t miss the way they all seem to wince at Yeosang’s words.

You frown.

“Yeah, actually,” you begin. “If you guys are my guardian angels, how come I almost died yesterday?” You look at them expectantly. “Isn’t the whole point of you guys being here to like, keep me alive?”

They avoid your eyes.

“We were a little...preoccupied,” Hongjoong admits.

You click your tongue.

“Well, at least San was there for me.”

You send a grateful smile to him, which he returns with slightly red cheeks.

“Hey!” Mingi whines. “I helped you too!”

You roll your eyes.

“Yes you did, you big baby, but San literally saved my life,” you emphasize.

“And I didn’t?” Mingi asks, offended. “What if I never showed up? You would’ve had to sleep on the streets and who knows what would’ve happened then?”

“Oh my god,” you groan, throwing yourself back on your bed.

“I didn’t know angels were this dramatic!”

Jongho lets out a laugh.

“The most,” he admits.

The sound of your stomach rumbling has a warm flush spreading across your cheeks.

“You haven’t eaten?” Yunho furrows his eyebrows.

“Mmmm, not since breakfast yesterday, I think,” you admit.

Wooyoung jumps out of his chair.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll make you the best meal you’ve ever had,” he sends you a small wink before heading out of your room towards the kitchen.

“He’s not going to burn my apartment down right?” You ask worriedly.

Hongjoong shakes his head.

“No, Wooyoung��s actually a really good cook,” he reassures you.

“Plus,” San says. “You have seven angels here to protect you if anything!”

You’re not sure if that makes you feel any better.

As it turns out, Hongjoong was right, and Wooyoung is an excellent cook. In a span of 20 minutes, he’s managed to make you an omelet that looks like it came straight out of a Studio Ghibli movie, along with some oatmeal, fresh fruit, and what looks like freshly squeezed orange juice.

“Wow,” you gape at the food.

Wooyoung motions for you to sit at the table.

“It was meant for you to eat, not just stare at.”

You happily oblige, sitting down at the table and bringing up the fork to your mouth, only to pause when you realize no one else has food.

“We don’t have to eat,” Seonghwa explains, reading your mind. “We can if we want to, but it’s not necessary for us to survive.”

You nod, feeling a little less guilty about eating in front of them.

Letting out a satisfied hum at the taste of the food, you send Wooyoung a thumbs-up. He smiles brightly.

“So,” you start, swallowing your food and taking a quick sip of your juice. “Now that I’ve met you guys and I know you exist, are you going to go back to being invisible to me?”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa share a look.

“Not exactly,” Hongjoong says.

You raise an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue.

“Now that you know we exist, we can’t exactly just disappear,” he elaborates. “It’s one of the reasons guardian angels aren’t meant to reveal themselves to their humans.”

You nod slowly.

“So, humans just never find out they have a guardian angel? Like, ever?”

Jongho mutters something under his breath. Yunho kicks his leg under the table.

“Sorry, what was that?” You ask, looking at him.

He avoids your gaze.

A tense silence falls over the table.

You notice how Mingi shakes his leg anxiously. San taps his fingers on the table and Yunho avoids your gaze.

You narrow your eyes at them.

“There’s something you guys aren’t telling me.” It’s not a question.

“I don’t think now is the best time to talk about this-” Hongjoong starts.

“Humans only find out about their guardian angels when their time is near,” Wooyoung says calmly.

Hongjoong glares at him. Wooyoung only shrugs.

“What? She was bound to find out eventually.”

“Their time?” You look around at the men that sit at your table. “Like, when they’re about to die?”

Yeosang nods.

You let out a small “oh”, looking down at the unfinished food that stares at you.

It’s silent as you think about the information they’ve just given you.

“The car,” you swallow. “The car that almost hit me yesterday. Was it,” you almost can’t get the words out. “Was it supposed to hit me?”

Your question comes out in a whisper.

No one responds, but when you look up, they all fix you with a sad look.

You nod.

“Okay.”

You push your plate away from you.

You don’t have an appetite anymore.

“I’m sorry,” Mingi whispers from your left side.

His large hand gently encompasses yours. You nod, refusing to look him in the eyes.

“But we’re not going to let you die.”

You look up at San’s determined voice, barely able to see him through your misty eyes.

“What?”

“We’re not letting you die,” he says firmly. “It’s not your time.”

You shake your head.

“I’m pretty sure if the universe decides it’s my time, then it’s my time,” you reply. You’re not sure if you’re saying it to convince them, or yourself.

“I can’t just avoid fate.”

Hongjoong sighs.

“San’s right.”

You send him a questioning look.

“We’re your guardian angels. We’re not going to let you die.”

“Screw what the universe says,” Yeosang chimes in.

You stare at them incredulously.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Look,” Yunho starts. “We’ve been thinking about it, and we’re pretty sure the universe is wrong about it being your time. We’ve been around for centuries, usually we have a good sense of when it’s going to be someone’s time and when it’s not.”

“And we don’t get that feeling with you,” Jongho continues for him. “We never have.”

“So, we’re going to do our best to make sure you stay out of harms way,” Yeosang finishes.

Your throat feels constricted and you can barely see through all the tears that have welled up in your eyes.

“You guys would do all that for me?” You choke out.

Mingi squeezes your hand.

“Of course. We’re not your guardian angels for nothing.”

You sniffle, looking down at your lap and bringing up your other hand to wipe at your eyes.

“Thank you guys,” you tell them sincerely.

“Anything for you,” Seonghwa smiles softly.

After the conversation at breakfast, the nine of you come up with a vague plan Wooyoung affectionally dubbed “Keeping Our Human Alive”. Despite the look you had given him, you had to admit, it made you laugh.

You all agreed it would be best for at least one of them to accompany you every day, more if any of them felt like tagging along.

“That way,” Hongjoong explained, “if anything unexpected happens, at least one of us will be able to protect you.”

You agreed.

“What about when I go to work and stuff?” You had questioned. “Won’t it be weird if there’s a different guy following me around every day?”

Yunho shook his head.

“Just because you can see us doesn’t mean everyone else can see us too. We can make ourselves visible to other people besides our assigned human if we want,” he explained.

“Oh, okay. Well, that certainly makes this easier then.”

“What would you prefer for us to do?” Questioned San. “Do you want us to remain invisible all the time or only at work?”

You think it over for a minute before shrugging.

“Honestly, whatever’s most comfortable for all of you. I would prefer if at work you guys are invisible, but while we’re in public and stuff, whatever you guys feel comfortable with is fine by me.”

At your answer, they all give you fond looks which makes your face feel slightly warm. Clearing your throat, you continue.

“Also, I was thinking about it and if you guys are going to be with me 24/7 now, we need some ground rules.”

Jongho chuckled.

“Technically, we’ve always been here, you’ve just barely found out.”

You realize he’s right, and the memories of every single embarrassing thing that you’ve ever done in the privacy of your own home comes rushing back to you.

“Well, yeah, now that I know you guys are here,” you stumble over your words slightly. “Privacy is really big for me. I don’t have many rules, but I just ask that you guys don’t show up unannounced or else that might really freak me out, and please, if you’re going to come into my room, just knock.”

Everyone nods their heads in agreement.

“And,” you continue, “no more reading my thoughts please.”

Only a few of them nod, which makes you grow slightly concerned.

“Is that a problem?” You ask, a slight edge to your voice.

“Not at all,” Seonghwa reassures.

“It’s just that we do get a little concerned for when you’re alone. Being aware of your thoughts helps us decide if you need our help at that moment or not,” Hongjoong explains.

You nod.

“I get that, but if at least one of you is going to be by my side every single day from now on, I really don’t think there’s any need for you to read my thoughts.”

You continue.

“Plus, it’s really just about privacy for me. I don’t really feel comfortable with you guys having access to every single thought in my head, no matter how big or small.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa both nod.

“We understand. And we’ll do our best to respect your boundaries.”

“Thank you guys,” you send them a small smile.

“Plus, if I need any help or anything, I’ll just yell out ‘bat’ really loud,” you joke, referring to the bruise you might’ve left on Wooyoung’s stomach.

Everyone laughs except for him.

“Not funny,” he pouts.

You let out a small giggle, patting him lightly on the arm.

“You did kind of deserve it, my friend.”

Clapping your hands together, you let out a deep exhale.

“Now that that’s all settled, I need to go grocery shopping. All of you are more than welcome to come.”

A few of them look very excited, which both excites you and makes you slightly nervous.

“Thank you for the invitation,” Hongjoong starts. “But Seonghwa and I will have to pass this time.”

You pout slightly.

“Aw man.”

“Trust me,” Seonghwa starts. “We would love to go on our first official errand run with you, little one, but we have some business to deal with upstairs.”

He uses his index finger to point up and you look up as well.

Upstairs?

“Ohhhh, you mean, like, heaven and all that,” you laugh nervously at your lack of understanding.

The two men nod.

“But don’t worry, we should be back by the end of the day,” Hongjoong reassures you.

“Don’t worry guys,” Mingi slings an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. “We’ve got this.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa stare at the male by your side, slightly unamused.

“That’s what we’re scared of.”

It’s officially been about a week since your near death experience and finding out about your guardian angels.

While having all of them around had certainly been awkward at first, you’ve all slowly begun to fall into a routine. Sometimes, you feel as though you’ve known them your whole life.

Which, to a certain extent, you kind of have.

Something about having them around just makes you feel incredibly safe and warm inside. Not to mention the slight butterflies you’ve been experiencing around them, but you’re quick to try and cage them as soon as they appear.

Wooyoung and Seonghwa have taken it upon themselves to cook most of the meals for the nine of you. Every day when you come home from work, you can always count on a warm, freshly cooked meal to be waiting on the table for you.

“You’re kind of like my house husbands,” you joked to them one time.

Seonghwa blushed, while Wooyoung had blown you a kiss.

“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Yunho and Mingi are the two that typically accompany you to work, although sometimes Jongho will tag along if he doesn’t have anything else to do. Despite the tall men’s playful personalities, they were both incredibly smart and helped you with your work whenever you felt particularly stressed out.

San was certainly one of the more playful angels, you had noticed.

Although all of them were fun to be around, San was always the first to notice when your mood wasn’t the best, and he was the best at comforting you after a long day. A bad day at work usually ended with San waiting for you with open arms as soon as you walked through the door for some cuddles and quiet time.

When Wooyoung and Mingi had found out about this little routine, they both immediately demanded to be allowed into the “cuddle time” as they called it.

Jongho and Yeosang were the two individuals who you enjoyed spending some quiet time with. The three of you would usually wind down together with some tea and some books or a show. Although they were a little more reserved than the others, you still genuinely enjoyed your time with both of them.

But they certainly had their moments where they could be just as chaotic as the others.

Exhibit A was the day you walked into your apartment to see Yeosang and Yunho standing in your kitchen covered in flour.

“What happened?” you had asked, absolutely astounded by the amount of flour that somehow managed to cover every inch of your kitchen. You didn’t even think you had that much flour to begin with.

The two of them sheepishly admitted that they were trying to bake some cookies, but things had gotten out of hand.

Clicking your tongue, you walked over to the roll of paper towels to begin cleaning up.

“What am I going to do with you guys-”

You had just turned around when the feeling of something soft and powdery hit your face. You sputtered, staring wide-eyed at the two angels. Yunho looked at you and then turned to Yeosang, who avoided your eyes.

What followed next was a flour fight that resulted in a very long clean-up shift.

There was also the time you found out Jongho literally had the voice of an angel.

The two of you were headed to your local plant store to look for some new plants to decorate your apartment with when one of your favorite songs came on the radio.

Turning the volume up, you began singing along softly as did Jongho. As the song continued, his voice grew louder, and when the two of you reached a red light, you were unable to do anything except stare at him slack-jawed at the voice that was coming out of him. Only the sound of the car behind you honking was able to shake you out of your stupor.

Now, you guys have little karaoke parties in your car when the two of you are alone.

The only angel you had yet to spend a lot of time with, however, was Hongjoong.

The man always seemed to be busy, as he was hardly ever in your actual apartment. Most mornings when you woke up, he was gone and he wouldn’t show up until the evenings.

You would be lying if you said the hushed arguments he would have with some of the others didn’t concern you. They always occurred at night, when they assumed you were fast asleep. And they always revolved around the same thing.

“She’s not the exact same, and that’s okay, but you guys can’t keep expecting her to be the same as our (Y/n).” You heard Hongjoong say one night.

You had been unable to fall back asleep after that.

Today, though, you really needed to go to the post office, and Hongjoong was the only angel available to accompany you.

You stood awkwardly at the end of your table where Hongjoong sat using your laptop to do something.

“Uh,” you clear your throat. “Hongjoong?”

He looks up a little startled.

“(Y/n),” he acknowledges. “Is everything okay?” He looks at you concerned.

“Yeah everything’s fine!” You reassure him.

“I just need to run a quick errand and the others are all busy so I was wondering if you could go with me,” you trail off.

God this is awkward.

To your surprise, although you really shouldn’t be, he nods his head quickly.

“Yeah of course. We can go now, if you’re ready?”

“Cool, let me just grab my bag and we can get going!” You rush to your room to grab your bag before walking back to the front door where Hongjoong already waits for you.

The two of you agree to make the short walk to the post office, commenting on how the nice weather is today.

Exiting through the front gates of your apartment, you two begin walking down the sidewalk shoulder to shoulder in silence.

“So is-”

“I wanted-”

The two of you start talking at the same time.

You both let out a laugh and you can feel your shoulders relax a bit.

“Go ahead,” you allow Hongjoong to speak first.

He takes a deep breath.

“I just wanted to apologize for the way I’ve been acting lately,” he says as he stares into your eyes.

You have to admit, that’s not what you were expecting him to say.

“Huh?”

“I’ve been really distant and pre-occupied lately,” Hongjoong continues. “And I know you’ve noticed, so I want to sincerely apologize. There’s been a lot of stuff I’ve been dealing with and I don’t want you to think I don’t like this,” he gestures between the two of you, “thing we have going on.”

You shake your head.

“No, please don’t feel like you have to apologize Hongjoong. To be completely honest, I have no clue what it is you guys have to deal with in the first place, but I’m really grateful you’ve all gone out of your way to help me.”

You let out a small, sad laugh.

“If I’m being honest, I don’t really get why you guys are helping me in the first place. I’m sure you’ve all had hundreds of different assigned humans throughout your existence, so I’m nothing special.”

Hongjoong stops abruptly and turns to face you.

“That’s not true,” he says firmly. The serious expression on his face has you taken aback.

“What?”

“You said you’re nothing special. That’s not true.”

Hongjoong sighs and grabs both of your hands.

“Look, it’s complicated to explain, and I will tell you, but we agreed we all wanted to tell you together. So, if you’re okay with waiting, I can tell you everything that’s been going on as soon as we get back to your apartment.”

You would be lying if you said his words don’t scare you a little bit.

“It’s okay Hongjoong, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to,” you reassure him, softly running your fingers over his knuckles.

He shakes his head.

“I- We all want to tell you, and you deserve to know the truth.”

You nod your head.

“Okay. Back at my apartment it is then,” you send him a small smile, which he returns.

“Before we head to the post office,” you start. “Do you want to visit my favorite cafe with me?”

Hongjoong smiles softly at you.

“I would love to.”

You guys continue walking down the few blocks and after a few minutes, you both stand at the stoplight that sits across from the cafe. You and Hongjoong laugh at the stories you tell him about the antics Yunho and Mingi get up to when you’re at work. The light turns green, and you begin to cross the street.

“I’m telling you, I just told them about this lady in my office who’s always getting on my nerves and they made it their mission to inconvenience her in every way possible!” You exclaim.

Hongjoong lets out a hearty laugh and you smile widely at how relaxed he looks.

Just as your about to continue your story, you notice the wind blowing your letter out of your purse.

Cursing, you tell Hongjoong to wait on the sidewalk while you run quickly after the paper. The letter lands in the middle of crosswalk and you’ve just barely managed to pick it up when the sound of someone yelling your name makes you whip around.

Coming towards you at a terrifying speed is a car.

You stand frozen in the middle of street, unable to move your feet.

You barely manage to catch a glimpse of Hongjoong’s terrified face when you feel your body get thrown back, and everything turns black.

You stand in a green field.

The scenery is absolutely gorgeous and you can feel the warm sun and cool breeze on your skin.

Looking around, you notice a large, crystal blue lake in the distance. Your legs begin to take you in that direction on their own accord.

You reach the lake and crouch down, slightly dipping your hand in the cool water. Soft ripples make their way across the surface of the water and you can’t help but feel completely at ease in this place.

Whatever this place is.

As you continue staring down into the water, you notice your reflection seems to look different.

The you staring back has much longer hair than you currently have, and the clothes your reflection wears is older, looking like they come from an early Victorian age.

You tilt your head to the side and notice that your reflection’s head doesn’t move.

A voice sounds out through your mind.

“You need to go back.”

“Go back?” You whisper aloud.

Your reflection nods.

“They need you.”

Other you doesn’t specify who you two are talking about, but deep down, you think you already know the answer.

Your reflection sends you a gentle smile before disappearing. You watch as the water returns to its calm state before gently pushing yourself back up to your feet.

You take one last look around the field you’re in, before closing your eyes.

The first thing you notice is how dark it is.

You can hear the sounds of people talking and crying around you, and you can feel hands softly grabbing your body, but you’re unable to open your eyes or move.

“Please,” someone whispers over your body.

“Please don’t leave us again.”

You lose consciousness once again.

The next time you wake up, your entire body hurts.

You let out a soft groan, slowly opening your eyes and allowing them to adjust to the soft light of your lamp.

Something heavy rests near your right hand, and turning your head slightly, you can see a head of familiar pink hear laying down next to you.

Using what little strength you have in your body, you raise your hand and gently rest it on Mingi’s head. Softly, you run your fingers through the short strands on his head.

He makes an inaudible noise and turns his head over so that you can now see his face. As you continue stroking his head, his eyes flutter open. He looks a little bit confused for a few seconds before his body is shooting up and he stares at you shocked.

“(Y/n),” he whispers softly.

“Hi Mingi,” you reply.

You watch as tears well up in his eyes and he throws himself on top of you, mindful to not rest his entire body weight on you. You can hear footsteps rushing towards your room before your bedroom door is being slammed open.

You can barely see over Mingi’s broad back that covers your frame, but you already know who it is.

As Mingi releases you, you attempt to sit up, only to stop and hiss in pain when jolts of pain shoot up your back.

“Be careful, little one,” Seonghwa says, moving forward to help adjust some pillows behind you.

You thank him and take a moment to look around at each of the men that surrounds your bed. You notice the dark circles under their eyes and the way their skin seems to lack it’s normal glow.

“You guys look worse than I feel,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood.

Yeosang frowns.

“You’ve been out for 4 days, sunflower.”

You blink harshly.

“Four days?”

Jongho nods.

“The worst four days of our entire existence,” he says.

You look down at the blanket that rests on your lap.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re not quite sure what you’re apologizing for.

“No I’m sorry.”

It’s Hongjoong who speaks.

He comes to your side, falling onto his knees beside your bed and taking your hand into his. He leans down to rest his forehead against your hand.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he cries.

“I should’ve known. I should’ve seen the car coming, I should’ve moved faster, I should’ve gotten you out of the way-” he sobs.

“No, Hongjoong,” you shake your head. “There’s nothing you could’ve done, the car came out of nowhere and it was too fast.”

“I don’t think you understand,” Yunho whispers.

“We swore to never let you pass before your time again.”

You can’t help the confused look you give them, but then, you remember the reflection you saw in the lake.

How the person looked just like you, but from a different era.

The arguments you heard Hongjoong have with the others.

Softly resting your palm on Hongjoong’s tear stained face, you speak.

“I need you guys to explain everything to me.”

All nine of you sit in your living room.

The boys helped you get settled on the couch, where you sit with San and Wooyoung flanking both of your sides. Hongjoong and Seonghwa sit across from you three while Mingi sits on the floor next to your legs. Yunho sits to the right of San and Yeosang and Jongho remain standing, but still close.

“This isn’t the first time we’ve met you,” Hongjoong begins.

“We’ve been very lucky to have met you almost every single time you’ve been reborn.”

Yeosang continues.

“The first time we met you was an accident. You happened to stumble upon me when I was helping a wounded human at the time. Soon after, I introduced you to the others.”

“But I thought the only time humans could see a guardian angel was when they were close to death?” You questioned.

Jongho nods sadly.

“You passed away shortly after meeting the rest of us.”

“In almost every single life where you’ve been reborn,” Wooyoung explains.

“We’ve managed to find you, but we’ve never been granted the luxury of time.”

You softly run your fingers through his hair, hearing the tremble of his voice as he speaks.

“The last two times that you’ve been born, we’ve been fortunate enough to be your guardian angels,” Seonghwa smiles.

“But in your last life, you passed away prematurely,” San says.

You turn your head towards him.

“A freak accident that we weren’t able to save you from.”

Mingi turns around to look up at you from where he rests by your legs.

“We failed you,” he whispers sadly.

You shake your head.

“You guys didn’t fail me. Not then, and not now. Just because you guys are angels doesn’t mean you can control everything that happens.”

“Sometimes,” you take a deep breath. “Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, you can’t always protect the ones you love.”

“But we have to,” Hongjoong says, looking you in the eye. “Not only is that our job, but for selfish reasons too.”

He looks down at his hands.

“We couldn’t take watching you die another time.”

It’s silent for a moment.

“How am I still here then?”

Hongjoong looks back up at you.

“We made a deal.”

You send him a questioning look.

“A deal?”

All the men surrounding you nod.

“What kind of deal?” You prod, noticing how they seem to hesitate to give you more details.

“Our life in exchange for yours.”

You inhale sharply, the sudden movement causing pain to shoot up your back. Wooyoung and San attempt to soothe your pain, but your mind is only focused on the information they just gave you.

“What?”

“We made a deal with God,” Yunho starts. “Our status in heaven as guardian angels, in exchange for the guarantee that you would live a full life.”

“What?” you say breathlessly. “Why, why would you guys do that?”

“Because we’re selfish,” Jongho says, looking at you with such tenderness you’re unsure of what to do with yourself.

“And we don’t care about being angels or having those powers and helping others if it means we have to live in a world without you in it,” Mingi finishes.

Tears begin to well up and spill out of your eyes before you can stop them. San and Wooyoung cuddle impossibly closer to you, hugging you tightly while the others watch on with misty eyes.

“Thank you,” you sob into your hands. “Thank you.”

They all smile.

It’s been about a month since you almost (should’ve) died.

In that month, the ex-angels did their best to help you recover from your injuries, although they certainly complained about no longer having healing powers to help stop you from being pain.

“Welcome to the life of being a human,” you rolled your eyes.

“This is lame, maybe we should’ve stayed as angels,” Wooyoung muttered.

You smacked him on the chest, ignoring his yelp and complaints.

“Don’t make me bring out the bat again,” you warned.

After you were fully recovered, you focused on helping the boys adjust to their new lives as humans.

“Why do we have to walk everywhere?” Mingi groaned, dragging his feet behind you.

You rolled your eyes.

He’s just like a little kid.

“Because my car can only fit four of you, but all eight of you decided to accompany me to the store,” you remind him.

He says nothing, but you could still hear his grumbling.

As they’ve slowly adjusted to human life, the nine of you have fallen into a smooth routine that’s oddly domestic.

Wooyoung and Seonghwa continue to cook the meals for you guys, and you all make an effort to eat at least one meal together a day.

Seeing as most of them aren’t morning people, you typically opt to eat dinner together instead.

You’ve also decided to introduce them to your favorite bookstore.

“How ironic,” you muse, walking hand in hand with San and Yunho as you all approach the quaint shop.

“What is, sunflower?” Yeosang questions.

“This bookstore is the whole reason I met you guys in the first place,” you give San’s hand a small squeeze.

He squeezes it back three times.

Later that night, when you’ve all returned home, you guys decide to have a small movie night.

After arguing over what movie to watch, Jongho insisted on watching a horror movie, which Mingi complained about loudly.

Not that it mattered, most everyone ended up falling asleep by the time the film was halfway over, including yourself.

You could hear the sound of someone moving around quietly in the living room and turned your head to the side, burying your face deeper into Mingi’s chest. The feeling of a blanket being laid over the two of you was welcomed.

You felt someone leave a soft kiss on the side of your head.

“Goodnight my love,” Hongjoong whispered softly. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

You hummed in reply, falling back asleep perfectly content and safe in the presence of your lovers.

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Crossing Lines | S.H x fem!reader

part one | part two | part 3 | part 4

series summary: Steve isn’t your biggest fan, so why does he ask you to be his date to a wedding? | enemies to lovers, fake dating

chapter summary: time to meet the family!

content: you and steve go shopping, meeting his family, mentions of drinking, food mention, swearing, she/her pronouns, use of y/n, a little surprise at the end ;)

word count: 4.7k

The piercing ring of the phone wakes Steve from his deep sleep and putting a pillow over his head doesn’t drown out the sound even a little bit. He begrudgingly throws his blanket and grumbles obscenities until he reaches the phone.

“Hello?” he answers with an abrasive tone. “Good morning to you too, sunshine” your voice sounds way too happy for someone who’s awake this early. “y/n? Why the hell are you calling me this early?”

“Do you always talk to your girlfriends like this? No wonder you’re still single.’’ you tease and he lets out an overdramatic, loud sigh. “Get to the point it’s too early for this”

“It’s almost ten in the morning that isn’t exactly the break of dawn, but anyways, I need to know if you work today”

“Yeah, I do” he lies. “Liar! I already asked Robin and she told me that you’re off today” he can practically hear your ‘know-it-all-’ smirk over the phone. “I’m five seconds away from hanging up”

“Okay, okay, don’t get your panties in a twist. We need to go shopping today” you tell him and he scoffs at your words “We? Why do I need to go?”

“You said all expenses paid and I need new clothes for our couples getaway, therefore, you’re going shopping with me”

“It’s not a couple’s gateway” is all he says. “That’s all semantics, Stevie”

“Do you even know what semantics means?” he asks “do you?” you reply, turning the tables. His lips purse while he tries to thinks of an answer. He’s got nothing. “Whatever. I’ll pick you up in an hour” he hands up before giving you a chance to gloat.

Steve shows up to your house an hour and a half later and he expects nothing less than you reprimanding him for it. You walk outside wearing a dress that might be a bad idea for a breezy day like today, but it’s still a pretty dress. He tells himself that only the dress looks pretty, not the person wearing it. Your sparkly lip gloss that anyone from a mile away can see, looks pretty too, but not because it’s on your lips. He can just appreciate a nice gloss, that’s it.

“Thirty minutes late, mister. That isn’t very ‘boyfriend’ of you” you say as soon as you get into the car. “How about a ‘thank you’ for picking you up? That isn’t very ‘girlfriend’ of you” he rebuttals.

“Hush, I’m the perfect girlfriend. Can I play some music?” you ask and he turns the radio on. “Oh, I love this song!” you cheer when you change the station and ‘We Belong’ by Pat Benatar comes on. “Of course you do” he says and you roll your eyes at him while turning up the radio. In all honesty, he likes this song, but he’ll never admit that out loud.

You sing every word, not too loudly, but loud enough that Steve can hear. Your singing isn’t horrible, but he knows every time he hears this song he’s going to associate it with you. “Why are you always so grouchy? You constantly have a look on your face like someone put salt in your sugar shaker”

“Thanks for putting off your concert long enough to ask me that” he turns the radio down until there's almost no music and you turn it back up a smidge. “See! You’re a total butthead” you argue. “Butthead? Are we five?”

“That’s such a butthead response”

“Then how about we don’t talk for the rest of the car ride? Kay?” he impolitely suggests and you cross your arms. “Fine”

“Fine”

So you sit in silence for the rest of the time you’re in the car, aside from your soft singing. It drives Steve insane.

The mall was quite busy for a Tuesday and it takes Steve three loops around the parking lot to find a decent spot.

“I told you to just park in the back. We could’ve saved so much time”

“What did I say about not talking while we’re in the car?” he asks, rhetorically. You quickly step out of the car and repeat yourself “I told you to just park in the back. We could’ve saved so much time. I’m not in the car, so you can’t get mad at me! C’mon, let's go!”

Steve sighs before taking the keys out of the ignition and following behind you. Once you reach the entrance you hold your hand out to him. He looks down at your hand and back up at you “What’s that?”

“It’s a hand, Steve. Ya know, most people have one attached to the end of their arm and-”

“What do you want me to do with your hand, smartass’’ he cuts you off. “We’re supposed to be getting used to acting like a couple, so hold my hand” your hand is still held out and you shake it in front of him. “Nope. No way” he pushes your hand but you reach it out again. “Stop being a butthead, yes I said it again because you’re acting like a five year old”

He reluctantly takes your hand and your fingers lace together. “Wow, look at that. You didn’t even burst into flames” you taunt. He doesn’t hate it as much as he thought it would. Your hands are soft and he notices that your nails match the color of your dress. It’s kind of cute.

Steve tries to shield his face with his hand and you laugh at him. “That’s not gonna work. People come from all over to see that head of hair, so they’ll be able to tell that it’s you holding my hand. I hope you’ll be able to survive this tragic event”

He removes his hand from his face “People do not come from all over just to see my hair.” he grumbles. “It’s called a joke, Steve. Since I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile whenever I’m around then I shouldn’t be surprised you didn’t know that”

“Let’s just get this over with. Where are we going first?” you drag him to the first store and Steve is convinced everyone is staring at him while he holds your hand. (literally no one is giving either of you a second glance).

“Hold this for me, baby” you hand him a sundress and he grimaces at the nickname “Is holding hands not enough? You gotta call me ‘baby’ too?” he complains. “Get used to it, baby”

After only ten minutes in the store, Steve has a stack of clothes piled in his arms. “Are you really buying all of this?” he asks. “I’m not buying anything, you are, but I have to try it on first and you have to give me your opinion”

“My opinion is that you’re going to look horrible in all of it”

“You say that now, but you’ve never seen me in this shade of pink” you point to one of the dresses in his hand that isn’t holding yours. “I’ve seen you in every shade of every color. Your closet looks like a box of crayons exploded”

“You remember what colors I have in my wardrobe? Sounds like you’re a bit obsessed with me”

“In your dreams…babe? Ugh that sounded weird. Can you try this shit on now? My arm is about to fall off” He whines. “Yeah, I wouldn't want you to break a nail. Wait outside the dressing room so I can show you how it looks” you tell him. “Can’t wait” he replies, sarcasm dripping from his tongue.

Steve checks his watch every thirty seconds because how long does it take to try on one dress?

“Spend your whole life waitin’ on your woman, don’t ya?” an older gentleman asks him. “Uh, yeah. I guess so” chuckles. “My wife, Ethel, over there” he points in the direction of where his wife stands “always takes her sweet time. After forty years of marriage I’m still always waitin’ on her, but she still looks so damn beautiful that it’s worth it”

“Harold, leave the poor boy alone, honey” His wife says when she wanders over to her husband. “No, I don’t mind. I’m just waiting for my girl to show me her new dress” Steve says. He said ‘my girl’ so naturally he didn’t even realize it until he finished his sentence.

“Steve, what do you think- oh, hi!” you greet the couple and introduce yourself. “That’s a beautiful dress, don’t ya think Steve?” Harold asks him. “y-yeah. You look great, sweetheart” he smiles. You do look great. The color of the dress compliments your skin tone perfectly and makes your eyes pop.

“How long have you two been together?” Ethel asks. “Five months” you both say at the same time. “Oh, young love. It’s truly a wonderful thing. I feel like I’m looking in a mirror from forty years ago” She expresses and puts her hand over her heart. “We’ll let you kids get back to it. Enjoy the rest of your day” Harold says. “Thank you, you too!” you respond before they walk away.

“So, um, tell me what you really thing about this dress”

“I think it looks great” he replies. “Really? No snarky comment? Did that old couple make you go all soft on me, Harrington?”

“Not in a million years. Go try the other shit on I don’t wanna be here all day” he carps. “Okay, I’m going, but don’t fall in love with me after seeing how good I look in this next one!” yeah, right he thinks.

After a fashion show and a dent in his bank account, you finally leave the store. Most of your outfits were casual, but cute and preppy enough to impress his family. You even found a dress to wear to the wedding. “I have to get a new bathing suit. Or three new bathing suits” you announce as you walk past a store with all the summer essentials. “Three? For what reason?”

“You said your family members are all staying in lake houses and I need to be prepared. I’m also assuming this fancy hotel we’re staying in has a pool” you explain. “Oh, and how come we aren’t staying in a lake house?” you wonder. “My parents weren’t gonna rent a house for just me. I even told them I was bringing my “girlfriend”, but we’re still staying in a hotel twenty minutes away from everyone” he answers. “Oh no, we’re staying in an expensive hotel with all the amenities we could ever need. Should I bring a survival kit?” you gibe.

“Just go get your swimsuits and don’t make me watch you model them” he pleads. “Why? Scared you’ll like what you see?” Yes, he thinks to himself. “Nope. Just starving. I’m gonna go grab something from the food court” he says before scurrying off.

“Hey, can I get two soft pretzels and two lemonades, please?”

“Steve Harrington?” He hears a woman's voice and turns around. “It’s me! Beth!”

“Beth, hi!” He greets. Steve went on a date with Beth a few months ago and she never called him back. He actually really liked her, too. Until she ditched him for her new boyfriend.

“How are you? Hungry?” She asks when she she's the two pretzels and drinks in his hand. “Oh, um, ones for me and ones for my… girlfriend. She’s shopping right now- oh look, there she is! Baby, I’m over here!” he waves to get your attention.

“Aw, you got me something? You’re so sweet, Stevie” you kiss his cheek and it takes everything in him to not act weirded out. “Babe, this is Beth. Beth this is my girl, y/n”

“Nice to meet you, y/n. It was good to see you, Steve” she says and saunters off. “Did you really have to kiss my cheek?” he wipes your lipgloss off of his face. “Give me a soft pretzel and I’ll do just about anything”

“Gross” he mutters, “Are you done shopping yet?” he groans. “Yes, I’m done. Thanks again for the pretzel. That was actually really nice” you smile at him. “Don’t thank me yet. I poisoned it” he jokes and you chuckle. “Thank god. Then I wouldn’t have to spend three whole days with you”

“Well, actually, we have to go up thursday” he tells you and you stop in your tracks. “Thursday? That's in two days and I have so much to do!” you exclaim. “You’ll just have to get it done a day early. It’s the least you can do after I bought you this pretzel”

“You’re impossible”

“And you’re welcome for the delicious treat and all the clothes”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just take me home, please”

“Gladly”

By the time Thursday rolls around, you’re already exhausted from this weekend before it’s even started. You spent your entire day yesterday doing laundry, going to the store for travel things, packing, and mentally preparing yourself for being Steve’s “girlfriend”.

It wasn’t that pretending to be his significant other was going to be the worst thing in the world. He’s attractive and you’ve heard his personality is alright, you’ve just yet to meet that version of Steve, but you worried it would be awkward.

There’s no way you have any amount of chemistry with Steve that makes it convincing that you two are in love. He scowls at any pet name you give him, he practically freezes any time you touch him, and you’re pretty sure he’d slip into a coma if he was actually nice to you.

The sound of Steve honking his horn pulls you from your anxious thoughts. He can’t even come up and knock on your door. God forbid he helps you carry any of your luggage. He did pop the trunk for you, though, so that’s something at least.

“Is your arm broken?” you ask, sitting down in the passenger seat. “No?” he replies, confused. “I just figured since you didn’t help me carry a single thing that-”

“You’re bitching already? It hasn’t even been five minutes that must be a new record”

“your hair looks flat today” you insult and he glares at you “you do know i have traits other than my hair, right?”

“yeah, I know. just don’t care enough, is all” you state, looking at your manicure like his existence is irrelevant to you. “Right, okay. Let’s just not kill each other until we get there”

“Only if you promise to buy me snacks at the gas station” you bargain “Fine. Whatever you want”

You fell asleep halfway through the car ride and have woken up once. For some reason, Steve can’t stop himself from glancing over you. Your head is resting on the window, your lips are slightly parted, and if he didn’t already know you, he’d think you actually look kind of sweet.

“Hey” he whispers and gently shakes your shoulder to wake you up. You grunt in response and he shakes your shoulder a little more. “Wake up, we’re almost at my parents lake house” he says and you jolt awake. “We’re stopping there first? I’m not prepared for that!” you exclaim and flip down the visor mirror to make yourself look presentable.

“They said they have a surprise for us and they’re looking forward to meeting you. It’ll be fine” he puts his hand on your thigh for a split second then quickly pulls it back. “And here we are” he announces when he pulls into the driveway. It’s more of a lake mansion than a lake house, but you didn’t expect anything less. Steve opens the passenger side door for you just in case anyone is watching. He can tell you’re nervous about meeting his parents. You’ve been fiddling with the hem of your top and the look on your face isn’t exactly hiding any of your emotions.

Steve grabs your hand and you’re taken by surprise. He’s touching you without acting like there’s a gun to his head. “Ready to meet the parents?” he asks, giving your hand a squeeze “As ready as I’ll ever be”

He knocks on the door and your leg bounces, anxiously. “Hey, stop worrying. They’ll love you. Most people think you’re great. Apart from me, obviously” he jests and you snicker. You know it isn’t a big deal if his parents don’t like you. You two aren’t actually together and there's a high chance you’ll never see them again, but you have this irritating need for people’s approval. Which is a bit ironic considering your hand is currently being held by the one person who has a huge issue with you.

“Steve, honey! We’re so glad you’re here!” his mom exclaims before hugging him. “You must be y/n! It’s so nice to meet you!” she hugs you next. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mrs. Harrington”

“Oh, please, call me Joanne. Come in, I’ll get your father. George, Steve and his girlfriend are here!” she shouts when you all walk inside.

Steves’ father emerges from the back porch of the house and it’s like Steve twenty-five years from now walked in from the future. “Now, what’s someone as pretty as you doing with my son? Did you pay her Steve?” he jokes, but he has no idea how close he is to being correct. “Thanks, dad, good to see you too.” Steve grumbles. “Don’t get too upset, I know how sensitive you can be. I’m George, it’s a pleasure to meet you” he extends his hand and you shake it. “It’s great to meet you. I’m y/n”

“You’re much nicer than most girls my son dates. There was one girl-”

“Anyways, mom said you had a surprise for us” Steve interrupts his dad. “Yes, we do!” his mom says and hands Steve a key. “What’s this?” he asks as he holds the key. “Well, your father and I thought it might be romantic if you two had your own house and you’d be much closer to the family. It’s just right up the road and we cancelled your hotel reservation.”

“That’s so kind of you, Mrs. Harr- Joanne. You didn’t have to do that” you thank her and she beams at your appreciation. “Honey, we’re just so grateful that Steve has found someone that he clearly loves. You should’ve heard how he spoke about you on the phone” She tells you and Steve’s face turns beet red when you turn to look at him. “Uh, yeah, thank you. We should probably go check this out, yeah?’’ he asks and you nod.

“Once you freshen up, don’t forget we’re having dinner here tonight!” Joanne reminds the both of you before saying your goodbyes. Your nerves come back when you think about meeting the rest of his family.

“So… what did you say about me on the phone?” you ask once you both step outside. “I don’t even remember. I didn’t really say much” he lies, but he doesn’t want you to know just in case you get the wrong impression that he might not dislike you as much as you think he does. “Keep your secrets, then. Let's go check out our house!” you squeal and run to the car.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so cute!” you say as you pull into the driveway. The house is smaller than the others, but the ideal size for two people. There’s a porch that overlooks the lake with two rocking chairs and a coffee table. It’s perfect for watching the sun rise and set.

It does make you a little sad that if you weren’t here, Steve would be all alone in a hotel while the rest of his family was within walking distance. Why wouldn’t he stay with his parents? or another family member? “Did you hear me?” he asks, bringing you back from all the questioning going on in your mind.“No, sorry. What did ya say?”

“I asked if you’re ready to go inside. I’ll help you with your bags this time”

“Yeah, thanks.” you grin and get out of the car.

The inside of the house is as beautiful as the outside. It’s cozy and inviting. If Steve was your boyfriend, it would be very romantic. “So, only one bedroom I suppose,” Steve speaks up. “I’ll take the couch” he volunteers.

“Steve, I can already tell you’re too tall for that couch. I’ll take it”

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind”

“Or we could be adults and share the bed? It’s big enough that you won’t even come close to touching me” you assure him. “If you wanted to sleep next to me, all you had to do was ask” he smirks and your nose scrunches in disgust. “Shut up, I’m trying to be nice to you”

“Let’s unpack before we have to go to dinner. Are you nervous about meeting everyone else?” he asks as you throw your luggage on the bed so you can unpack your bags. “Yeah, I guess. Is there anything I should know?” you question. “Not really. My parents seemed to like you, so they’ve probably already put in a good word.”

The rest of the time you spend unpacking and getting ready is spent in silence. It isn’t either an awkward or comfortable silence. It’s like neither of you are there, not acknowledging each other unless absolutely necessary.

You and Steve decide to walk to his parents since it’s such a pleasant evening. The sound of the lake is peaceful and the moonlight illuminates your surroundings so perfectly that it makes the street lamps needless. “It really is lovely out here” you say and Steve hums in agreement. “Are you nervous, Steve? About seeing your family? You ask and he lets out a sigh that he’s been holding in for a while. “Kind of, but they’re probably gonna be more focused on you”

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you offer and he shakes his head. “Nah, that’s alright. We’re almost there anyway” When you walk through the door of the house, Steve places his hand on the small of your back. Only for appearances, clearly. “We’re here” he announces and his family comes over to greet you.

“You must be y/n! I’m Linda, Steve’s aunt. We’ve heard many great things about you!” You make your way through all introductions followed by a million it’s nice to meet you too’s. His family is bigger than you expected and you can definitely tell that they have money just by looking at them.

You’re finally offered a glass of wine and happily accept. “Here, Steve, it’s an old-fashioned. The real man's drink” His father hands him a glass and he has to stop himself from chugging it.

“We are all dying to know how you two met” Steve’s aunt says to you once you and Steve are in the kitchen. It seems like everyone is gathered in the kitchen to hear the story. Steve looks a little lost so you decide you’ll take the lead on this one.

“Well, we met through mutual friends and Steve was terrible at attempting to flirt with me. I thought he was just so cute and one night I got stood up on a blind date and Steve came to my rescue and the rest is history” you wrap your arm around his back and his arm wraps around your shoulder. He can’t believe how quickly you came up with that. Your story is met with many ‘aws’ and Steve mouths a ‘thank you’ when no one is looking.

“I like your dress’’ you hear a small voice come from behind you and you turn around to see the most adorable toddler with pigtails. “Thank you, sweetie. I like your hair” you bend down to eye level with her. “I’m y/n. What’s your name?”. “Penelope. I’m this many” She holds up three fingers and you smile. “Do y’wanna color with me?” she asks and you follow her to the table she was coloring at.

“Are you married to Steve?”

“Nope, not married, but I am his girlfriend” it still feels weird to say that. “Okay. You can use my crayons”

Steve watched this interaction from the kitchen. He thinks the drink is already starting to go to his head because he thinks it's absolutely adorable. You’re a natural with kids and with his family. He can’t tell if it’s all part of the act or if you are actually this amazing.

Dinner goes smoothly with the help of several alcoholic beverages. Steve’s hand has been on your thigh throughout the entire meal and he didn’t act bothered by it at all. Maybe his acting skills aren’t so abysmal after all.

“Can I help you wash up?” you ask his mom as she cleans up the kitchen. “That would be wonderful, dear.”

“Penelope adores you, by the way. She’s always been a little shy and she warmed up to you just like that.” She tells you. “She’s a sweet kid. I was like that when I was younger. Shy, I mean. Guess I still am” a small chuckle escapes your throat. “Well, no worries about that. The family loves you” She assures you and you give her a kind smile.

“Ready to go, babe?” Steve asks you. “Go on, I’ll make George help with cleanup” His mom hugs you both and his hand holds yours as you say your goodbyes to everyone.

“That wine got to me, I think. I feel all warm and fuzzy” you say with a giggle. Steve still hasn’t let go of your hand even though you're halfway back to the house by now. “I know what you mean. You were great, by the way. Pretty sure they’re convinced we’re in love.”

“Wow, you’re complimenting me? You must definitely be tipsy” you laugh. “And you’re still holding my hand so you’re absolutely toasted” he quips. “m’not. I just might fall over if you let go” so he doesn’t let go, not until you’re both inside the bedroom.

Once you both climb into bed, there’s more than a respectable distance between you and Steve. For some reason, a strange thought crosses your mind and you have the biggest urge to bring it up. “Hey, Steve?”

“Hm?”

“I thought of something we haven’t practiced yet and it’s kinda weird, but hear me out”

“Okay…I’m listening” he says, sounding a little suspicious. “Do you think it’ll be weird if we don’t kiss? Nothing crazy just a couple pecks here and there” he sits up and turns on the bedside table lamp. “You wanna makeout in front of my family?”

“No! Of course not. I said peck” he doesn’t respond and you’ve never felt more embarrassed in your life.

“Okay. Yeah, we probably should practice it. Ya know, just to be convincing” he finally speaks up. “Yeah. Just to be convincing.” you both sit up and scoot closer to each other. “Wait! Can you turn off the light?” you request and he quickly turns off the light.

You feel Steve’s hand resting on your cheek and your heart thumps in your chest out of nerves, not anything else, that’s for sure. “Ready?” he asks “Ready”

His lips brush yours and linger for a few seconds before he places his lips on yours in a proper kiss. It’s a simple kiss. There’s no tongue, obviously, and it feels like it’s over before it's even started.

“Wait, sorry. Let me try again” he says. He kisses you again and it’s still simple, but this time your lips move together in a harmonious agreement. His body moves closer to yours and you feel yourself slipping away, like you’ve forgotten that you’re kissing Steve Harrington. Someone that you aren’t supposed to be kissing.

He pulls back as he feels that the kiss might grow more intense. You’re left breathless and stunned, but Steve doesn’t seem to be as affected as you are, but he is. His palms are sweaty and his heart feels like it might jump out of his throat. He nonchalantly rolls over back to his side while you stay in the same position, staring at his silhouette.

“Goodnight, y/n”

“y-yeah, goodnight”

a/n: IT’LL GET JUCIER SOON I PROMISE

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concert, part 1

part 1 here (cw: age gap)

👑 (king): can I come pick you up? Me: yeah, sure, I’m almost ready 👑 (king): good, be there in 10

I look down at his text, smiling to myself, then I get myself ready. Checking my makeup, checking if I have everything in my little bag. Then I wait for him, nervously tapping my foot, thinking about our interactions over the last week.

I haven't seen him since the bar, we've just been texting and my god. He isn’t the biggest texter, but he never fails to answer a single one of my messages. Setting a new standard for sure.

My first message he answered within five minutes, making it a deal and asking me for the details on the concert. And then I had to send him all of my favourite songs, not just by Lorna Shore, but all the bands I talked about that he didn’t yet know. We were just talking about all the topics we could think about.

Like I wanted to know what accent it was that laced through his words when talking English and he told me that he actually was from Austria. I’ve never met someone who was from this country, so naturally I was curious. Especially why he lived here then and didn’t go back to Austria for his leave, which he just answered with a simple “I don’t have anything to go back to.” I didn’t want to pry, so I left it at that.

And he asked me what I did for a living and all my little hobbies. I could talk about those all day long, so there was a lot of back and forth (maybe a little bit more back from me than it was forth from him). I still was curious about his job as well, but I was too afraid to be called nosy again.

By the third day I got confident enough to accompany my messages with pictures. And no, not that kind of pictures. I just snap moments during my day and just them to him. My morning coffee, some scenery from my commute, a screengrab from the game I’m playing in the evening. Because I want to show what’s going on during my day.

It’s nice. It feels nice to talk to him. And we’re still kind of shy, holding back, but some of the texts even get flirty. My favourite thing to do during last week was to call him old every chance I got. Just to get a rise out of him.

I can’t help but feel that the last message has a double entendre. Like I should be the one worrying about keeping up. With him.

The doorbell rings and I go to open my door. It swings open and I almost rear back when his hulking figure towers over me. My god, I have forgotten how huge he is. I mean, I only saw it once when he got up from the table.

He's wearing the same worn leatherjacket and a shirt underneath. A Lorna Shore shirt. He got it right on time for the concert. I know because he sent me a picture when the package arrived.

"Hi.", I say looking up at him.

"Hi yourself.", he answers with a smile. "Looking good."

"Thanks.", I say as I do a little twirl for him, my skirt swaying while I do the turn. When I land on my two feet again, my DocMartens stomping onto the floor, I see his gaze wander up my body.

His lids are hooded, his mouth is slightly opened and I can see the row of strong teeth blink through. Our eyes meet and I feel a zap of excitement running down my spine. It just got harder to breathe. Because he looks at me like I would taste good. It’s actually making me a bit nervous. And I don’t think anybody ever looked at me like that.

“What?”, I throw in his direction, swaying from one foot to the other.

"Nothing…” is all he says, shaking his head. But it doesn’t feel like nothing. “Come on, let's get going. You have the tickets?", he asks.

I point at the little bag clasped to my belt. "Got everything in here." He nods and gestures me to exit the flat. I do so and lock the door behind me, following him down to the street where his car is parked.

It’s a Mercedes G-wagon. A fucking G-wagon. I don’t know which car I suspected, but I guess not this one. Although it makes sense when I see him right next to it. The kind of military look of the car, the colour (black, of course), it being quite an expensive brand, but also an older model, judging from the wear on the outside. Also a spacious enough car for a big man like him.

He stops at the passenger side and opens the door for me. And I can't help but melt a little. The gentlemanly gesture with him looking just like he looks. The big stature, the worn leatherjacket with the tattooed hands showing, the slight aura of danger around him that makes much more sense since I know he’s a soldier, that part of him not fully vanishing even when he’s on leave. The timid smile he gives me when I thank him for holding the door open for me emphasizing the contrast between his hard looking exterior and the softer core.

He waits for me to climb up into the seat, shutting the door for me and going around the car, to the driver's side. I snuggle into the leather of the car seat and look around a bit. His scent engulfs me, a warm, manly note, and I suppress a sigh. This man is just too much, and I'm going to a concert with him.

He gets in and starts the car which also turns on the sound system and a flurry of guitar sounds, drums and the distinguished voice of Chuck Schuldiner blasts from the speakers. I recognize the song instantly. "Oh, I love Spirit Crusher. The whole album actually."

He grins at me. "I thought so, that's why I put it on." He hands me the CD sleeve. "I bought this when I was like... maybe 16 or 17?"

"Oh my god, really?", I exclaim, inspecting the case. I turn to him pointing at the release date on the back, a mischievous grin forming on my lips. "That's the year I was born."

He sighs and rolls his eyes, snatching the CD case from me. "Yeah, yeah, we've already established that I'm old, ancient even." I bite back a laugh, doing a bad job at it. He leans forward, inching closer to my face. “Now what’s so funny, huh?”

I shake my head still grinning. “Nothing.” I pause for effect. “Old man.”, I add teasingly.

His gaze is burning into me. “Uh-huh, ain’t that right.” The slightly threatening undertone is not lost on me and it makes me shift in my seat.

He doesn’t say anything else, just pulls out of the parking space, and drives us to the concert location. The atmosphere gets a little bit more relaxed when he asks me about how work has been today (because we haven’t texted about that yet). I go on a rant because work really has been kicking my ass lately and my boss keeps getting on my nerves. So the car ride to the venue is filled with me explaining all of the details of what’s going on which would’ve have been too much to type out.

I’m still complaining about my boss’s antics when we enter the tall concert building. I show our tickets to the security guys at the entrance and they check us for stuff that you can’t bring into the venue. Well, they check me without hesitation, the security lady patting me down and taking a look into the little bag I have with me.

The security guy that has the pleasure of checking him hesitates for more than just a bit and I can see the little grin on König’s face as he’s towering over him, almost a head taller, and looking the most intimidating I’ve seen him yet.

“Don’t worry, he doesn't bite.”, I joke with the security guard who rolls his eyes, but finally goes to pat down the big guy.

König’s grin turns mischievous, looking down at him while he’s being checked. “Only if asked to.”, he says, glancing at me. And then he fucking winks. And I almost trip over my own feet. I steady myself, going down the stairs, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. Because that planted an image in my head I wasn’t ready for.

He catches up to me. “I’ll drop my jacket off and then we can get a beer?”, he suggests and I nod, following his lead. His hand drops to the small of my back, guiding me as we maneuver through the crowds of people. And I try to ignore how this light touch is making me feel.

We get in line at the bar and something I wanted to talk to him about burns at the tip of my tongue. Especially now that I’ve seen the expression on his face when somebody pushes past me, accidently brushing against me.

“Can you promise me something?”, I ask, putting on my nicest face to heighten the chances of him agreeing to it.

His lips curl into a sly smile when he sees the way I’m looking at him. “That depends on what you want me to promise.”

“Please don't stomp on any of the people if they bump into me.”, I tell him.

“Hm, I don't know if I can promise that.”, he answers with an honest tone in his voice, but the mischief in his eyes is telling a different story. “I have to look out for my concert companion, don’t I?”

“Well, can you at least leave them in one piece? I wanna leave the concert a free woman and not an accomplice to murder.”, I explain, not even taking myself seriously.

He laughs. “I think, we can arrange that.” He playfully nudges me with his arm and I almost topple over because I didn’t expect that. An “Oh shit” drops from his lips while his hands reach for my waist to steady me, and my first reaction is to hold onto him. His arm to be exact. My fingers grab onto his lower arms and I can feel the strong cords of muscle beneath my fingertips. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“, he says.

I shake my head, interrupting him. “Don’t apologize, it takes more to break me.” Which sounds completely wrong and dirty in my mind, now that I think about it. But the sentence already left my lips. He doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his heated gaze on me, even when I don’t look up at him, still holding onto his arm when we reach the front of the line. Ordering beers that he pays for, just like we agreed to. I snatch up the two glasses and head to a quieter corner.

König isn't a big talker, although he seems more relaxed now, so it's still mostly me yapping about stuff that comes to my mind while we wait for the concert to start, him asking questions in between, nodding along, listening, and sipping his beer.

"I'm sorry, I feel like I’m talking too much.", I finally interrupt myself, smiling up at him apologetically.

He shakes his head. "No, it's fine, don't worry about it. I like hearing you talk." And his words make me blush and actually shut up for a brief moment where I can just smile into my beer and bask in the compliment.

“I think they’re starting soon, you want to go in?”, he asks me, smiling down at me.

“Yes, we can do that.”, I nod and we make our way into the hall. It’s already packed, but with König it’s easy because the crowd parts, looking up at the tall man when he passes. We find a spot that’s more in the back of the room, so he doesn’t obstruct the view of too many people.

I stand right in front of him, looking up at him, to see him scanning the people around us, observing every little bit that’s going on. His arm wraps around my waist, in theory a small little gesture. But his touch makes me light up, his fingertips softly digging into my hips. His fingers stroking ever so slightly, skimming over the fabric of my skirt, seemingly not even thinking about it. And I take the chance to lean myself against him, feigning the same innocence as he does.

Suddenly, the symphonic part of 'Welcome Back, O’ Sleeping Dreamer' starts playing over the speaker and the concert begins. I smile up at him and jump up and down all excited, pulling at his shirt to get his reaction. He laughs, even though I don’t hear the sound because the whole room erupts in cheers and shouts, only getting louder when the band comes on stage and the drums and guitars set in.

I get the impression that he’s enjoying it as well and the smile on my face gets even wider when he starts headbanging with the crowd. And it makes me happy to see him like that. The music sweeps me up and carries me away and I start to move with the harsh sounds blasting from the speakers.

What I don't know or see is the way he's looking at me when I scream the lyrics from the top of my lungs. How mesmerized he seems when I jump and mosh to the next song, dancing without a care in the world. How my wild and energetic euphoria of being at a concert infects him, even if he's still being a bit self-conscious.

It's been a long time since he actually has been to a concert. And he hasn't been all too sure why he even offered to go with me other than seizing the opportunity to see me again. But right now, standing in the crowd experiencing the thrill of live music once again, he remembers why he enjoyed it so much when he was younger.

to be continued - the concert is not over yet!

part 3 or more stuff in the Masterlist

#metalhead!könig #she likes the dark #könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #könig x reader #tw: age gap

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You're an Asshole - Pt 4 - Morning After

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

Summary: Adam hated dealing with the morning after fucking someone. He was usually so careful, making sure they went to her place or a hotel or something, just so he can leave before she wakes up and avoid the whole thing.

Warnings: Cursing, Sexual themes

Word Count: 1,349

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He did not plan this out properly, did he?

Now, the original plan in his head was simple. Prove he wasn't an asshole, win her over, maybe fuck her, and move on with life the same awesome bastard he had always been.

But then he was stupid and brought her back to his apartment.

Usually he would go to their place or something, leave before the bitch woke up and avoid the awkward ass morning after. They were all one night stands anyway, what did it matter. But he couldn’t very well leave when it was his own apartment.

He guessed it didn't matter. She'd probably think he was an asshole if he pumped and dumped and all that work pretending to be a better person would be for nothing. He was stuck.

He… probably should care more than he did. He hummed, nuzzling into her hair as he thought.

He had slept better last night than he had in a long fucking time, and it didn't suck waking up to someone in his arms. Especially when that someone was so fucking hot.

B8t what should he do now? He wasn’t about to make her breakfast or some corny shit like that. He could stay here, pretend to be asleep until she woke up herself. Leave what to do to her. But what if she wanted to snuggle or some bullshit like that?

… he supposed he could suffer through it. Just this once.

He shifted the golden wing covering her, almost unconsciously pulling her closer, an arm draped over her waist. They got a blanket on themselves sometime in the middle of the night, though he didn't remember grabbing. He didn't remember changing positions either, but they did. It was probably all her, safely snuggled into his chest. She probably just grabbed the blanket or something.

He sighed, letting his eyes flutter shut. He would wait on her then.

He drifTed in and out of sleep until, eventually, she did wake up. She made a sleepy noise, then stretched herself out under his wing, white wings spreading out behind her before resting there on the bed. He kept his eyes closed, but he could feel her lips land under his jaw, then on his cheek.

He let out a sleepy hum, letting his eyes flutter open to look down at her.

“‘Morning.” He mumbled, and she giggled, her lips pressing against his neck.

“Good morning, Adam.” She hummed back and he could feel her smile against his skin. Shit, that shouldn’t turn him on so much. But then she was pulling away, sitting on the edge of the bed as she stretched her arms and wings. It was the perfect chance for him to admire that hot ass body of hers in the morning light, all soft edges and tempting curves.

Yeah, he could totally fuck her right there if he wasn’t afraid he’d scare her off or something.

Still, he laid on his side with his cheek propped in his hand as he watched her search the floor for her clothes, smirking at himself. He couldn’t help but feel like he was the shit, pulling such a fine piece of ass after so much work, so much time and shitty concerts playing the nice guy. Or at least not quite as bad a guy.

The real question was how long he could keep it up. Or if he wanted to. Surely he had proven his point by now right?

“Hey, where’s the bathroom?” Her voice broke through his thoughts and he glanced up to see her with her clothes bunched up in her hands, and god she really did look great with her tits out. She should go shirtless more often. Or all the time. He smirked at her, letting his eyes roam her body greedily. Nah, but then those other fuckers would get to see her like this too, and he wouldn’t have that.

“Down the hall to the right. ‘Course, if you’re looking to shower I could always help…” He teased, but she was having none of that.

“Nope, not showering here. You and I both know we’re not going to get very clean.”

“We’d get there eventually, we would just have a bit of fun too.” He gave a shrug, sitting up in the bed.

She sighed, but he couldn’t quite decipher what that meant. Was she disappointed? Going to give in? Or something else? Who was he kidding, of course she was going to give in! After the way they fucked last night, there was no chance she’d say no now!

“Nah, I really gotta get going.” She finally said. She smirked when she saw him scowl, but shrugged in a ‘watcha gonna do?’ way and vanished through the bedroom door towards the bathroom, leaving him alone in his bedroom.

He heard the bathroom door shutting and huffed, stomping out of bed to put on some sweats.

Fucking bitch, not even pretending to care, just up and leaving. What, was she going to ghost him now? This is why he should never have brought her to his place. At least then he could just leave before she got the chance to kick him out or something.

He paused and took a deep breath. He was being an asshole again, wasn’t he? He needed to be sure to keep these thoughts to himself. He shouldn’t be getting upset anyways. If she just left and ghosted him, then he didn’t have to pretend anymore and could just take the win like the badass he was.

He heard the bathroom door again. He expected the bitch to just walk out, but those footsteps were heading back to the bedroom instead.

She looked disheveled as she walked in with that fucking smile, cleaned up a bit but definitely still in need of a shower. He should probably take one too, now that he thought about it. He had that shitty meeting later today.

“Uh, so I gotta head out, shower, eat something, stuff like that. Got band practice today. I’ll see you later, okay?”

And she sounded so damn happy and chipper, for a moment it seemed like she actually meant it, the seeing him later. Perhaps she wasn’t going to ghost him after all. Which brought up the question, why was that the first thing he thought of? Why did he jump to being abandoned so easily?

… he didn’t feel like thinking about that. Instead he gave her his most charming smile, which he was sure wasn’t that good considering they had just gotten up. His hair was probably a mess, he was only wearing those sweats he put on, and again, he really needed that shower. Still, she seemed to brighten regardless. That was only natural, of course. He was the fucking best, even if he was a mess.

“No problem, sugartits! Rock on, and text me later, yeah?” Wait, sugartits was probably the wrong thing to see. Woman considered that an asshole nickname, didn’t they? He’d have to try something else next time. But she was still smiling, so it couldn’t be so bad.

“Hell yeah, text you later!” She said with a wave and headed out. He followed her footsteps until she reached the door and that shut behind him.

… yeah. Yeah, that wasn’t too bad, as far as morning after’s go. They had a great night, she didn’t seem disgusted or upset in any way, and she probably wasn’t going to ghost him. He supposed he would just have to continue the game a bit longer, keep policing himself and prove he was a good man, as exhausting as it was. It would be worth it if he got to tap that ass a few more times before she got tired of him. God, he was getting hard just thinking about it. Well, harder, it never did go down from earlier.

He smiled to himself and collected some clean clothes so he could take that long ass shower. He was already looking forward to that text from her later on.

#reader insert #hazbin hotel reader insert #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x angel!reader #adam x reader #adam

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dontyoufeelitangel · 1 month

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Happy Easter Adam

This contains major Christian/religious themes and traditions, if you aren’t comfortable with that I advise scrolling.

Easter was something you and Adam would always celebrate together.

On this holiday Adam tended to get very emotional, same with other holidays like Christmas and such.

All year round Adam was a party animal. Jumping from concert to concert, sleeping with groupie on top of groupie. It was only on holy holidays like this that Adam would refrain from his party rocking persona. On holidays like this, he’d spend his days with you.

On Valentine’s Day he took you out to a nice fancy dinner, and on that night you both started your lent sacrifice.

No candy.

Simple enough for you, but Adam thrived on three simple things.

Ribs, alcohol and artificial sugar.

So when lent started he almost broke it three days later.

How did he almost break it?

Adam -the first man Adam- had a major hangover, so in turn, he wanted to crush up a Tylenol and put it in a Fun-Dip packet.

Oh god he’s slow , you’d think to yourself

You quickly had to grab the candy packet from him, he protested but nothing to extreme. His hangover was drowning out his energy and ability to argue with you.

“Why don’t you take the medicine with some juice honey?” You had offered him.

He had survived his lent sacrifice, now he had to make room for Good Friday,,, another nightmare for him, no meat.

Of course Adam had priorities, he spent his Good Friday sending prayers to his holy father.

You found it adorable that no matter how hard he partied and how unholy some of his actions could be, he still made room to do some good on the holidays.

He was fine on Good Friday, up until dinner,

“What do you mean no meat?” He questioned you as he made his way to the dinner table.

“Honey, Jesus sacrificed his flesh today, we must give up meat. It’s only for today, I promise you.” You put your hand on top of his and gave him a sympathetic smile.

“That’s a human thing babe! We’re already dead! I don’t see why we can’t just have some,” he tried arguing with you

“ oh hush! I made stuffed bell peppers and pasta with cauliflower,” you put a plate in front of him.

“If you don’t want to eat it, then fine, don’t eat it. You’ve spent all day praying, don’t throw that away because you want some meat. I know you Adam, I know you can do the right thing.” You crossed your arms and looked at him sternly.

“Fine fine” he muttered and started cutting his stuffed bell pepper.

Today was resurrection day, commonly known as Easter.

Early in the morning Adam prayed to his holy father and even made a visit to the big man himself.

That morning you two went out for coffee,

Normally you’d settle for any cafe but today Adam took you to a rockin cafe, or so he called it.

“It’s really cool babe! In the cafe they have a record player connected to big speakers. And they like totally let you play whatever record you bring in, so they’re always playing good vintage rock there!” Adam cheered on as he was walking with you.

“The coffee cups are black and they paint on them with these like white paint pens. Normally they just write your name but last time I went I told them to draw lightning on my cup and they did! It was so fucking cool, you really have you see it babe!” Adam continued.

You listened to him the whole walk there, your heart could explode he was so cute. You loved hearing Adam talk about the things he liked, it made you feel like he truly trusted you.

You arrived at the cafe and you had to admit, it was a very rocking cafe.

You both got drinks, Adam got a black coffee with twelve packets of sugar, and you got a tea.

Adam was right about the cups too, you could ask for a drawing on your cups and the workers would do it.

Adam got stars and flames drawn on his cup, you got flowers and vines on yours.

You two took a seat in the cafe and talked while the record player in the back spun, letting out a slow jazz song that you quite enjoyed.

After finishing the drinks you promised Adam you’d take him to get treats, candy and pastries from the store to make up for the ‘no candy rule’ during lent.

When arriving to the store Adam pulled your straight to the candy isle.

When something is created on earth it is also brought to heaven.

So when he stumbled across the peeps, he freaked out.

“These are sick! Little ducky marshmallows, humans are getting really creative down there!” Adam laughed.

Despite his teasing comments about the peeps he continued to grab one of each flavor and popped it into the cart.

You grabbed cupcake mix and frosting along with some sprinkles so you two could bake together later.

By the time you two were done shopping the cart was filled with an assortment of goodies including:

Every flavor of peeps, the bunny peeps, milk chocolate Cadbury eggs, Reese’s eggs, jelly beans, Cadbury crème eggs, chocolate bunnies, chocolate crosses, skittles, cookies, cake mix, frosting, sprinkles, bunny ear headbands, egg painting kits and two redbulls.

What a selection.

You and Adam giggled to eachother as the cashier gave you two weird looks.

As soon as you two arrived home you started the feast. You and Adam downed the redbulls and cracked open the peeps, going down each flavor and rating them.

You both decided the cotton candy peeps were the best, and the birthday cake peeps were the worst.

Adam dared you to play chubby bunny, a game in which you see how many marshmallows you can stuff in your mouth.

Adam made it to nine marshmallows and you only got to five.

Adam nearly choked as he attempted to shove another marshmallow into his mouth, his poor attempt sent you into a laughing fit causing you to spit out all the marshmallows.

Seeing you enjoy yourself so much made Adam smile, he was so glad he got to spend resurrection day with you.

After opening up the rest of the candy and eating some you asked him if he wanted to make cupcakes.

“Um, is that even a question? Fuck yes!” He jumped up running to the kitchen. You flapped your wings and followed behind him.

The cupcakes had been baked and how it was time for decorating, he adorned the cakes with yellow frosting and put jelly beans and peeps on top of his.

You on the other hand put baby blue frosting on yours and wrote happy resurrection day! With gel frosting on top of your cakes.

After decorating the cupcakes he offered to make dinner for you.

You gladly accepted.

While he cooked you cleaned the mess you two had previously made. Sugar and candy wrappings thrown everywhere in you and Adam’s living room.

For dinner Adam had prepared carrot, asparagus and potatoes with ham for the main dish.

And oh god, he made the lamb cake too…

Despite the fact you two JUST make cupcakes not even two hours earlier he decided to make a lamb cake.

The lamb cake was a tradition you and many other winners around heaven shared.

It was a lamb shaped cake dish that you bake the cake in, then once the cake is done you’d decorate it like a lamb.

Adam was a decent cook. There was no doubt that the cake would taste delicious, it’s the decoration of the cake that was questionable.

The lamb was given white frosting and a face made out of jelly beans.

The white frosting was smeared on in a way that made the poor lamb look like it was balding, and the face was melting off.

The lamb looked like it was begging for mercy, Adam tried to make it look cute though, by adding red colour to the cheeks to make it seem as though the lamb was blushing. It ended up looking like the poor thing had chicken pox.

“I made it for you” Adam stated.

You smiled

“Awwwwe honey!” You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, placing a small kiss on his nose.

“It’s cute” you tilted your head and looked him in the eyes, a genuine smile painted your face.

“You really think so” he smiled wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I know so, now let’s eat.” You let go of him and sat down at the table.

He had gotten the plates of dinner ready for the two of you and he had set them down on the table making his way to sit down next to you.

You grabbed his hand and closed your eyes,

“Lord, thank you for this wonderful day, this lovely meal. Please bless the hands that prepared it. Lord thank you for your sacrifices and thank you for blessing me with this amazing partner” you prayed.

You and Adam both said amen in unison.

You went to pick up a fork but Adam placed his hand on yours, then gave you a quick peck on the head.

You smiled at him while he started eating,

You were very grateful you had him, and for everything he is.

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azyimnothere · 4 months

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HEEEEEELLLLOOOO GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!! 💙💙💙

How are we doing today? I know that they were doing great

It's pretty much an idealized version of what I think that Velchid selfie turned out like, I'd imagine that those little star cameras aren't all that great in resolution since they have so much going on in them to just be able to fly, do you think they'd be like drones or something? If that's the case I can just imagine how bad the paparazzi are in Mount Rageous, or would those cameras only be red carpet exclusive? Who knows, but either way I tried to make it look like a little shittier photo with a lot of blinga-ding from reflection and lights. I hope you guys like it! It isn't my best work to be honest but it's nice 😅

Oh and I don't know if this is already a thing or not, because I checked everywhere and couldn't really find it, tell me if you know someone who made this thingy first so I don't falsely claim it as mine okay?

So it's one where Orchid becomes a surprise assistant to Velvet and Veneer! (And of course Velchid is sprinkled in...not really sprinkled in, more like there's a full tub of salt)

So here's a little backstory if you want to know :D

As we know, there was mentioning of an assistant in the movie, or I just imagine it, I'm not sure atp it's 3 in the morning.

Anywhezel, so I thought it would be in one of those accidental encounters by chance.

Crimp had a hard day, on the verge of a breakdown every second because siblings became "kinda" overbearing, and with no assistant around to help (because they most likely quit), she had no help around them. There was nobody who was willing to take the job that was licensed for working and helping celebrities that way because of all the horror stories previous assistants shared around. Siblings didn't really care Crimp was alone with them, so they just put all the extra stuff on her.

Crimp knew she needed a bit of help purely to keep her sanity on the line with her, so she decided to take a walk and think about what to do next (after she made sure siblings were in bed of course). She sat on a bench in the nearest neon-colored park and cried, not knowing what else to do, and had to let it out.

But she heard someone approaching, turns out it was a purple haired mount rageon and she looked at Crimp sadly, and asking her what's wrong. That's how Crimp met Orchid!

Orchid was making her way from the grocery store and saw Crimp crying on the bench late at night, Orchid recognised her easily since Crimp was mentioned a few times by the siblings on social media, there were also some photos. Plus, despite being small she was hard to miss.

Crimp explained her situation and told Orchid she couldn't do everything alone anymore, and that no one was willing to take over a bit of the burden since the siblings simply scared everyone off. Which made Orchid feel sorry for her.

But Orchid figured, that she could perhaps help Crimp out, the job at that doughnut shop she worked at just wasn't payed enough for her to move out of her mom's apartment, she wasn't forced to move but craved some independence ever since she turned 18 (which wasn't that long ago).

A good bonus was that she got to work with her favorite duo! despite it probably, being a little challenging.

Orchid gave that proposition to Crimp, which made Crimp a bit sceptical, Orchid was a nice girl and didn't deserve that kind of stress, but Orchid persisted because Crimp didn't deserve all that stress either.

On the end Crimp agreed, it only had to go through the approval of the siblings first.

And as expected, Veneer didn't really mind who was helping Crimp as long as they helped Crimp in the first place, and everything gets done in time.

Velvet on the other hand wasn't all that for it, she remembered Orchid faintly from a memory of a concert, which meant Orchid was a fan, she didn't want some nosy stalker snooping around. But as she inspected further, and listened to what Crimp had to say, she reconsidered it and ended up agreeing, unenthusiastically.

So that's how Orchid is now a busy celebrity assistant for two.

The story is a little basic, but it is solid I think, there will probably be comics about it in the future if you're interested! 💕

Also here's some Ritzneer I didn't post, warning! Boys kissing!!!

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Love you lovelies!!!! 💙💙💙💙

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alcoholfreenayeon · 4 months

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Hi can I request a yuqi from gidle x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a while and after a concert reader takes her out to eat then when they get back home they have fluffy sex then take a shower together then when he wakes up the next morning she’s cooking breakfast in his shirt

A/N: This is it, my first male!reader fic. I hope you like it, I know it took me a while but it was mostly due to my exams😭.

Light My Fire

CW: m!reader x Yuqi, slight smut, some fluff, nsfw

You watched in awe as your girlfriend put on a performance of a lifetime, singing and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. That’s how she always performed but you always felt just as awestruck as the first time you watched her perform. You whooped and applauded with the crowd and a few songs later, the show was done. It was quite short by a Kpop concert standard but you preferred it this way. So you could spend some time after the show with her as well since she wouldn’t be too tired.

You had a nice dinner reservation and wanted to treat her. Usually, Yuqi liked to treat you and besides its not exactly easy to make a dinner date a big surprise or special when your partner is a superstar but you try your best and being the sweet girl she is, she always seems over the moon even over the smallest of things you do for her.

Nevertheless, you meet her backstage where she is already ready to go and greets you with a hug.

“Did you like the-”, she begins but you’ve memorized her questions through previous experiences.

“Yes it was amazing. Yes you looked really pretty and hot. No, I didn’t look at any other girls. And yes I have something planned for us.”, you interrupt her with small smilie, answering all the questions she was going to ask before she even had a chance to ask them.

She looked at you blankly for a few seconds before pouting but ended up almost immediately laughing and giving you a gentle push, “so annoying”.

You chuckled, “Come on let’s go, we don’t wanna be late.”

It didn’t take too long to reach the restaurant, about 20 minutes, you both were discussing the concert and seeing some of the clips people had posted online. Dinner wasn’t too fancy but you both liked it regardless and soon after you reached home.

The two of you on the couch, Yuqi resting her head on your shoulder, she traced imaginary lines on your chest and you both cuddled for a while in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. Then out of nowhere, she kissed you once. And then again. Pulling back after a few seconds and staring at you longingly. You felt your heartbeat quicken and leaned in slowly and she did the same.

As you both leaned in and began to kiss, it quickly turned into a full on make out session and pretty soon Yuqi was tugging on your clothes trying to take them off. You did the same and pretty soon, well not exactly soon. It took a few minutes for you both to be exposed because neither of you were willing to stop kissing to undress. Only after excessive tugging at each others clothes did you two eventually give in for a few moments.

Soon after, you found yourself on your back with Yuqi on top of you, her hands on your chest, breathing heavily, riding you slowly. You placed your hands at her hips and watched as she gracefully began to ride you.

This continued for a few minutes before Yuqi removed your hands from her hips and instead pinned them to either side of your head and leaned in kissing you hungrily while also grinding sensually.

The two of you just couldn’t get enough of each other, staring at each other with love, lust, longing and kissing every few moments. A few minutes later, you both felt your releases approaching rapidly.

“Yuqi….”, you say sighing, letting her know your close.

She said nothing and grabbing your face with both hands and kissing you passionately while you wrapped your hands around her back as she began to grind faster. You couldn’t help yourself either, your hips buckling as you began to thrust upwards as well, trying to be in rhythm with her movements.

Soon after, you felt the pressure build up and eventually got your release, sighing hard into a kiss while Yuqi squeezed your face tightly, shuddering slightly while she got hers.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments while your highs slowly faded. Taking a deep breath, Yuqi shifted and moved to the side, resting her head on your chest, an arm wrapped around you.

You take a deep breath and sigh, trying to relax when suddenly Yuqi grabs your hand and tries drag you up.

“Give me a minute”, you try to protest feeling comfortable and sleepy.

“Ah hah!”, she frowns, “No, you’ll sleep. Come with me!”.

“I just did”, you say cheekily, your eyes closed.

“Fine, do as you like, I’m going to shower so your loss”, she replies back triumphantly, knowing you’ll give in.

You kiss your teeth and groan loudly while stretching knowing you can’t miss this chance and get up in one swift move, following Yuqi with your hands on her shoulders,leaning your head at the back of hers.

As you both enter the shower, the next dilemma starts, you like cold showers but didn’t want one right now because of how sleepy you were feeling while Yuqi likes hot showers but wanted to take a cold one because she wanted you to stay awake so you both could cuddle.

Both of you understood each other’s intentions almost immediately and reached for the shower valve together.

“It’s okay, I got it Yuqi”, you say unconvincingly with a smile.

“What are you talking about?”, Yuqi says mischievously.

Neither of you budges, and you both just smile at each other until you decide to take a risk. You let go of the valve and without warning begin to tickle Yuqi who couldn’t react quick enough and moved back helplessly reflexively.

“Hey! Stop! This isn’t fair!”, she squealed, laughing uncontrollably.

It was too late though, you were now in front of her, blocking her access to the valve, smiling victoriously at her while she pouted.

You set the temperature as lukewarm hoping it’s a good enough compromise and you both begin showering, washing each other. Once your done showering, you dry yourself off and go to bed while Yuqi dries herself off and does her self care routine before she comes to bed. You try to wait for her but end up dozing off before she comes.

You wake up hours later to find Yuqi is still missing. You turn towards her side of the bed and find it a bit warm so she only woke up recently you assume. You stretch and get up, brushing and going to the kitchen.

You find her in one of your shirts, obviously it was too big for her and she really looked unbelievably cute in it. She was making some eggs as you walked in behind her, hugging her and kissing her cheek for a moment before pulling back.

She leaned in happily before continuing cooking and finishing the eggs while you began to toast the bread. In a couple of minutes you both were at the table having breakfast in silence, giving each other knowing looks and smiling happily, your hand on hers.

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bowlofsoob · 6 months

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O2 thank you, next — freaky friday dupe

notes; all of soobin’s accounts are yn and all of yns accounts are soobin until the end of their birthday

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It was an uncomfortable feeling. Your limbs felt a little too long and your muscles way too sore for never once setting foot in a gym.

After the initial morning grogginess faded and your vision cleared it didn’t take you too long to put two and two together, even though the conclusion you came to made you sick to your stomach.

You had a soulmate. You had a soulmate. It still didn’t seem quite right. No way it could be right.

After fucking around on whoever’s phone was sitting on the bedside table for a bit you clambored out of bed, immediately falling onto the cold wooden floor. When you finally managed to stand up you found yourself towering over the rest of the room.

You didn’t quite have a game plan, you didn’t even know who you were. A great start would presumably be attending breakfast with the pretty men on the phone and act like everything was normal until you can contact your friends. Easy enough.

Wrong.

You knew you were in over your head when you stepped out into the home and were met by an apartment that oozed luxury, or at least whatever a broke college student could consider to be a luxury. You were out of your element and no amount of studying could've prepared you for this.

As you make your way towards the kitchen your eyes meet those belonging to a pretty male sitting at the counter. He was adorning a hoodie that was pulled over his long hair as he gave you a smile and opened up his mouth to show you his chewed up breakfast. How charming.

“Good morning,” you greet, the voice exiting your lips startling you. The greeting felt too empty so you awkwardly reach out to pinch his cheek, hoping it came off as affectionate and normal but his expression tells you otherwise. You immediately retract your hand and make your way to the other male in the kitchen.

“Damn Binnie, you must be nervous for your show tonight,” the other one chuckles, “You’re being extra nice?”

Binnie? Show?

He hands you a plate of the promised waffles and as you pick up the fork is when you first see your reflection in the metal, it hadn’t occurred to you to do that just yet. It was rather jarring.

“Uhm, where’s the bathroom?” you ask, setting down the plate with crazed eyes.

“Down the hall…like always,” the waffle man says, giving you a quizzical look as you run off.

As you step inside said bathroom you are immediately greeted by a six foot tall man who looked oddly familiar. You gently touched your face, or well your soulmate’s face, and tried not to rip his hair out as you paced the bathroom.

You had no clue what you were supposed to do, they never taught you what happens after you switch bodies with your soulmate in school. And there was no way you could outright tell the two guys sitting in the kitchen who were probably already growing suspicious of you. Fuck, just your luck.

You decided to leave the bathroom and make a beeline for the room you woke up in. And god bless Taehyun for forcing you to memorize his number in case of an emergency because that was your only lifeline at this point.

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ᝰ✧ — masterlist — prev | next

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୨୧✧ — synopsis; in a universe where you and your soulmate swap bodies on your twenty-first birthday and every birthday after that. world renowned soloist soobin is set to have a concert on the day of your guys’ shared birthday, a firm believer he doesn’t have a soulmate and wants nothing to do with them. you, a college student who hasn’t listened to a single one of his songs, swap bodies with him on the day of your final exam and his big concert. you’re now under the public eye for ruining his career and soobin has to deal with your wrath since he failed your exams. he must also process the fact that he does in fact have a soulmate, one he couldn’t care less about.

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godsmenusuperbowl · 1 month

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A Minor Celebrity's Lover ~ *Bang Chan*

Summary: You've been spending more time with CB97 and your feelings for him have only grown. You haven't made a move thought, afraid he'll reject you. However, could it be he feels the same way?

Pairing: Bang Chan X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluff Oneshot

Word Count: 1734

Warning: N/A

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Part 2 to A Minor Celebrity. I highly recommend reading that first.

It has become a sort of tradition now. Well, more of like a routine. Every Monday morning, at roughly ten in the morning, Chris would waltz through the door of the little coffee shop. You would smile, take his order, and he would give you a generous tip and song recommendation for the day. As soon as he left, you would listen to the song and tell him the next week how much you liked it.

That was your favorite part of his visit every Monday morning. You would gush over his amazing taste in music and tell him how much you adored each word and each beat. And he would explain how the song was made to the best of his ability. You always learn something new in the music making process every week. And occasionally, when you asked really nicely, he would pull out his headphones and you could listen to a bit of the song he was currently working on. You would always tell him it was your favorite song ever, but you could see in his eyes that he didn't quite believe you. Nevertheless, you were sure to give him as much praise as possible for his amazing work and he graciously accepts, although his cheeks are always pink when he does.

"If you keep drifting into the clouds when you're supposed to be working, I'm going to have you clean the entire back room." Your boss's voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You shake your head and offer her a small, slightly uneasy smile. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get so distracted."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Sure you did. I know who you're thinking about."

You couldn't suppress your groan. "Am I really that obvious?"

"Obvious and oblivious." She laughs and shakes her head. "I don't understand why you don't just ask him out already! The two of you have a real connection! You'd make the perfect couple!"

"Easy for you to say." You shake your head again. "He's way out of my league. I don't stand a chance with him. And I've accepted that."

"But you don't have to! Look, I'm not asking you to throw yourself at him and beg him to marry you. But maybe go get dinner or go to a concert, since you're both into music, or something like that! Just hang out is all I'm saying!"

"We'll see." Was all you said before you glanced at the clock. A frown tugged at your lips. "He's late."

"What?" Your boss followed your eyes. "Oh, I suppose he is. But it's not the end of the world, you know. He'll show up soon, I'm sure."

You shook your head. "He's never late. Something's wrong."

"Hey, relax your paranoia. Perhaps traffic is bad or he got tied up with work. He'll be here, I'm sure."

You tried to believe her, but you were sure something was wrong. Something had to be wrong. Chris was never late.

In an effort to make it look like you were bothered by the fact he wasn't there, you tried to get all of your work done. However, you eventually found yourself wiping down the counter for the third time in the last hour. It made your boss tease you, which made you tease her back. But you were still anxious. Where was Chris?

Just as you were about to shoot him a text, the door to the cafe burst open. There he was, still trying to stuff papers into his satchel, his hair disheveled, and his jacket half on, half off. Despite how messy he looked, he was still as handsome as the first time you saw him.

He gave you a lop-sided smile and a small wave. "Hi. Sorry I'm late."

"Oh, we were so worried about you!" Your boss dramatically replied, earning a shove from you.

"She's joking! I was just about to start working on your order. I wanted to make sure it was still warm when you got here." You quickly explain, trying to keep your blush down.

He nods and his smile widens. "Thank you so much! I'll just be at my usual spot."

As he went back to his table by the window, you rushed to get his latte and cinnamon roll order done. You could feel your anxiety from earlier ease and a smile stretch onto your face. As per usual, you felt so much better now that he was here.

When the order was done, you took a deep breath and turned to go deliver it to him. But as soon as you did, you felt your heart sink into my stomach.

There was a girl leaning over Chris, batting her eyelashes and brightly smiling. She was totally flirting with him. You felt so dumb for getting so excited to see him when he had plenty of other girls fawning over him. You really didn't want to give his order, but it's your job. So, taking a deep breath, you make your way over to his table with his order in hand. You kept telling yourself to be quick and then take your break in the walk-in.

"Oh my God, you're so funny!" She cackled and it made your skin crawl.

Chris gave a small chuckle before noticing you. "Oh, hey! Thank you so much for the coffee and the cinnamon roll! Is this the biggest one you have? It's massive!"

You gave a pained smile. "Yep, I thought you'd enjoy it."

"I love cinnamon rolls!" The girl gushes, dipping her finger into the frosting on top. "They're super sweet!"

It took all of your power not to outwardly cringe as she sucked the frosting off, staring at Chris as she did so. With a pained grin, you gave a curt nod.

"Well, I'll leave you the two of you be."

"Wait!" Chris called out to you. "Aren't you going on break soon? Care to join me?"

Before you could open your mouth, the girl began to whine. "But I thought we were hanging out!"

Chris pursed his lips. "Frankly, I'd rather not. I would prefer it if you would please leave me alone."

She scoffed. "So, you'd rather hang out with some cafe worker than with me? Ugh, I don't have to take this! I'm leaving! Have fun with boring conversations about coffee and pastries!"

As she sauntered off, you heard Chris heave a sigh and slump down in his chair. You bit your lip. How were you supposed to respond in this situation?

"I'm sorry." You mumbled. "I shouldn’t have made you push her away. I'll just go now."

As you were about to leave and go drown yourself in whipped cream, you heard him say, "Actually, I wanted her to leave."

"Oh?"

He nodded. "Yeah. She was making things really awkward and uncomfortable."

You gave a small laugh. "Oh good, it wasn't just me then."

Your smile widened as he laughed along with you. "Nope. Not just you. But, I was hoping you would stay."

"You want me to stay?" Your eyes widen a little at his words. Sure, it wasn't the first time the two of you spent your break talking, but this was the first time he actually articulated that he wanted to spend time with you. It made your heart skip a beat.

He nodded. "Yeah, I wanted to show you something."

You nod and sit across from him. "Is it another playlist?"

"Not exactly."

As he took out his laptop, he turned it towards you. It looked exactly like a playlist. You gave him an unimpressed look, though there was a grin still tugging at your lips.

He bashfully chuckled. "I promise while it may look like a playlist, it's not. I mean, what I mean to say is, just look at the first song."

You squinted at it and gasped. "Did you make that song?"

"Yeah, I did. I wanted you to listen to it and tell me if you like it."

As you nod, you take the headphones he offers you and put them on. He plays the song and for the next three minutes, you are transported to another world. It was like the song was calling to your soul. You couldn't help but get entranced by the music and the words, absolutely in love with everything about it. As the final notes played, you couldn't help but be a little disappointed; you wanted it to go on forever!

"Well? What did you think?" He asked as you took off the headphones, a hopeful shine in his eyes.

"It was amazing! Seriously, you have such a gift, I'm a little jealous! I could listen to it everyday if I could!"

"Really?" He sounded surprised and you nodded in response.

"Absolutely! It was so beautiful!"

He blushed and ducked his head. "Thank you. That really means a lot coming from you. Especially because I made it for you."

Your heart stuttered to a stop. "You made it for me? Really?"

He nods before looking you in the eyes, his cheeks a bright shade of red. "I didn't know how else to say it so I thought it would be easier to put it into a song. I really like you. Like, like you like you. And if you would be willing to consider, I would love to take you on a date this weekend."

You couldn't believe your ears. Was your favorite person in the entire world really just asking you on a date right now? It felt like a dream come true! You were not about to let this golden opportunity slip past you.

"Yes, I would love to go on a date with you!" You nod, your cheeks hurting from how wide your smile is. "Although, if you don't mind, I'd rather not go get coffee for our first date, seeing as it's my job."

He nods. "Oh, of course. I was actually thinking about taking you to this little bistro down the street."

"Oh, my cousin works there!"

"Are you serious?"

"One hundred percent."

"Wow." He laughs and shakes his head. "Well, how about I meet you there this Saturday at, say, seven?"

"I'll be there! I can't wait!"

"Me neither."

And wouldn't you know it? The next episode of his podcast was all about first dates and how much he loved going on a date with you.

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r3starttt · 4 months

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Can you do something about drummer Abby and makeup artist reader?

Thank you, I love the ellie in an interview ❤️

MAKE IT UP TO ME

Drummer! Abby x makeup artist! reader

You’ve always loved makeup, a lot. Your biggest dream was to become a professional makeup artist, and you were determined to. So when you finally got a job you felt like your life was solved.

But it wasn’t, apparently if you don’t work on your own there’s always gonna be people that cause trouble in your life. You got fired because some jealous coworker which you didn’t even get to know the name, said some shit about you.

And you thought it was all over because apparently no one hires people if they don’t have enough experience. And you stood jobless for a while, until your best friend, Nora, helped you get a job.

And now you’re here, on your fifth concert, doing makeup to an apparently very famous band that pays you more than enough. Most of them would ask you for very extravagant makeups, especially the main singer of the band, so you had to take a while with each member due to the details.

So when it was time to get to the drummer you mostly ended alone with her, which you didn’t mind at all because she’s hot and really nice to talk to. Also it’s been pretty helpful because you’ve get to be closer with the band as well that way.

“Gosh people’s so loud today” you could hear the fans screaming outside. The place they were doing today’s concert was pretty small, like a local theater kinda “yeah… we’ve been getting a lot of support lately, hopefully soon we’ll get to perform on bigger stages” Abby’s eyes were closed as she spoke. You were doing a type of messy look, smudged eyeliner, some dark eyeshadow and a bit or mascara.

“You’re planing on performing maybe in other states?” you grabbed the eyeliner and started to apply it on her eyes, smudging it with your finger “we’d like to, but it doesn’t really depends on us. But if we do you’re definitely coming with us” you couldn’t help but smile, she’s just being nice but when you’re almost on top of her, while she has her eyes closed and her voice sounds so pretty to you, what else is there to think?

“I’d love to, thanks” you can see her smile widening a bit “you’re ready abs, tell me if there’s anything else you want to add” you step aside, allowing the blonde to look at the mirror in front of her and check on her makeup “all good” she says, standing up from the chair. And you can’t help but stare at her tall and strong figure which totally hides whenever she sits for you to do her makeup.

She’s wearing a black tank top and some gray military pants with a pair of black boots, and the contrast it does with her skin and hair as well as the makeup is killing you because how does she look hotter than any other day? However your thoughts get interrupted by her voice.

“You’re free tomorrow? I’d like to take you somewhere” she says it so casual, as she puts on a baggy jacket, and you can only stare at her in shock “I’d take you out tonight but we got plans already and I’d like to do something better than just getting drunk and talk about the show with you” she finally turned around and it would be a total lie to say you don’t look nervous because you can see her laughing a bit as she stares at you.

“Yeah, just…. send me a message tomorrow morning” you said trying your best to sound as confident as her. she just nodded and walked out of the room. later that night when you were with the band as usual, celebrating another show, you two could only stare at each other. She always sat besides you, but that night she was touchier than usual and fuck you needed to see her again, alone.

Just as you woke up you checked on your phone and gladly, a message from Abby was the first thing you saw. She just remind you to not go out since you had plans with her. You two kept talking most of the morning, planing where to go and what to do. Finally you two decided to go to some quite fancy restaurant to have dinner.

And the day felt eternal, even though you had to work that day you could only overthink about the whole situation and the date you had later with Abby. And it was the same for her because as confident as she looks and acts in front of you she was almost dying yesterday when she first asked you to go out and you wouldn’t answer, she was also overthinking, a lot, an repeating the scene in her head over and over.

Abby had offered to pick you up and drive you home as well because “it’s dangerous for you to be alone” so when night came and your phone vibrated you got shivers all over your body.

The date was way better than you expected, you feared it might be awkward but it was the total opposite. Maybe it helped the past weeks of pure tension between both or the fact that most of the time you were flirting with each other, but whatever it was it doesn’t really matter as long as you get any chance with her.

Once she drive you home she ask you to stay just a bit more, so now you’re both outside your apartment’s building, just sitting in the car, staring at each other in silence.

“Can I kiss you?” you see her eyes wandering over you as her hands cup your face, and suddenly you’re pressing your lips over hers for some seconds that feel eternal, until she pulls away.

“you’re so fucking pretty you know that?” her hands are still on your face yet she moves them rapidly and turns her face to her window, to which you laugh “what’re you doing?”the light from the outside reflects on her as she turns her face back to you “doing what?” her eyes move to your lips once again “look away” you reply.

“Because” a nasal chuckle comes out of her and her smile wides a bit. her arm moves again to your face and as her fingers touch your lips you open your mouth slightly “I gotta go abs” as you speak her thumb goes slightly into your inner lips “why?” you notice how she furrows her eyebrows slightly and her eyes finally meet yours.

“It’s too late already and I have to work tomorrow, all day” a small chuckle comes out of your mouth “Come here then” she moves her arms to the back of your neck and pulls you again for another kiss.

“Thanks for today, I swear I’ll make it up to you” you grab your bag and open the door, looking at her one last time “you better do”.

#lesbian #abby anderson #abby tlou #abby fluff #abby headcanons #abby x you #abby anderson fluff #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #ren masterlist ᵎᵎ ִ ۫ ּ ⊹

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sourwolf-sterek32 · 1 month

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Idiotic Hero

Summary: Nikki Sixx chooses a random fan from the crowd to come on stage and it happens to be you. But what happens when a person with a knife pushes through security and runs straight towards you both?

Pairings: Nikki Sixx x Reader, Mötley Crüe & Reader

Word Count: 6k

Warnings- language, blood, serious injury, mentions of past drug & alcohol abuse

Part 1

Part 2

You awoke to the pungent smell of hospital disinfectant. Slowly you opened your eyes, squinting in attempt to sharpen the blurred images before you.

Pain.

That was the first thing you really registered when you started to wake up. Sharp pain coming from your lower abdomen.

There was a faint beeping in the background, and it wasn't hard to figure out that you were in a hospital. But why? How long have you been here?

You closed your eyes trying to remember what happened before it suddenly hit you.

The concert. The knife. Nikki Sixx. Holy shit.

Your eyes snapped open as you looked down to find yourself lying in a hospital bed. Your Mötley Crüe shirt and black jeans now replaced with a faded hospital gown.

The ceiling above you was illuminated with a white, fluorescent light that had no right to be as bright as it was. The rest of the room was empty. You were literally in your own private hospital room and there was no way you could afford this.

The pain in your stomach was starting to get worse as you looked around to find an IV drop in your arm. You reached down gently brushing your hand over your lower abdomen feeling a thick bandage wrapped around your mid-section hidden by the gown.

Suddenly, the door across the room opened and you had to do a double take when Nikki Sixx stepped inside.

Nikki closed the door quietly behind himself not wanting to wake you. He took a sip of the shitty hospital coffee cup in his hand before he turned and then quite literally dropped the coffee when he saw you staring right back at him.

The brown takeaway cup fell to the ground. The plastic lid popping off on impact spilling the dark liquid over the floor. The bassist didn't seem to notice nor care as he limped across the room towards you.

Am I dead? You wondered as you stared at the rockstar by your bedside who you grew up idolizing. You were definitely dead. Was this heaven? Should you start looking around for Freddie Mercury and Bon Scott?

Nikki chuckled softly, "you're not dead, sweetheart."

Oh, you had said all of that aloud.

"Where-where am I?" You asked, your voice coming out rougher than you've ever heard it.

"Hospital. Your heart stopped twice in the ambulance on the way here. You're lucky to be alive." Nikki answered.

You nodded slowly trying to process that because, shit. That was bad.

If you were being honest, you were surprised that you were actually alive and breathing. Your memories after getting stabbed were fuzzy, but you remembered how much blood there had been.

There was so much blood. Nikki's hands were covered with it. Vince's scarf was soaked within seconds. How were you alive?

You must have zoned out for a few minutes because there was now a nurse standing at the foot of your bed writing something down on the clipboard in her hand.

"So, is she going to be okay?" Nikki asked eyeing the nurse almost worriedly.

"She will be. The knife missed any vital organs, but she did lose a lot of blood. She will be weak for a while and in a significant amount of pain, but the stitches are holding nicely. She should be able to be discharged tomorrow morning." The nurse answered before she looked over at you. "Do you have any questions, dear?"

You shook your head, and she gave you a gentle smile before walking out the room leaving you and Nikki alone. The bassist stared at you for a moment before he limped over to the chair by your bedside and sat down with a wince.

He was injured. Nikki was hurt because of you.

"I'm sorry." Your voice was barely above a whisper and if it was any softer, Nikki would have missed it. "I'm so sorry for pushing you off the stage. That's all my fault."

You chewed at your lower lip, eyes welling up with tears as you stared down at his bandaged ankle. That was your fault. Nikki Sixx was injured because of you.

"This wasn't your fault." Nikki hurriedly reassured seeming unsure how to deal with your sudden emotions. "You saved my life, Y/N. If it wasn't for you, I would have been stabbed and probably wouldn’t be here right now."

"I still hurt you though."

"A sprained ankle is nothing. If you had hurt my bass hand, we would be having a very different conversation." He joked causing you to crack a small smile.

You wiped the tears from your eyes and tried to sit up on the bed which turned out to be a bad idea because even the slight movement sent sharp pain shooting through your midsection. You let out a pained hiss as you dropped your head back down on the pillow and rested your hand over your stomach.

"Easy. Just take it easy. Is there anyone I can call for you? Friends? Family?" He asked already pulling his phone out, but you shook your head and his brows furrowed, "I can call someone for you. Let them know what's happened or-"

"I have no one." You whispered.

Nikkis confusion turned to almost sadness as he stared at you before simply nodding as he tucked his phone back into the front pocket of his jeans. It was clear the bassist wanted to ask more questions but didn't get the chance before the door suddenly opened and a familiar rockstar walked inside.

Vince Neil.

The singer sidestepped around the spilt coffee on the floor before making his way towards the two of you.

"Hey, you're awake. How are you feeling, kid?" Vince asked surprised that you were now conscious.

"Uh, okay." You answered hesitantly trying to process the fact that both Nikki Sixx and Vince Neil were in your hospital room.

"Any luck with the manager?" Nikki asked looking over at his bandmate.

Vince shook his head, "he called back and said they were still trying to figure out how that guy got inside the stadium with a knife. He's been arrested though, and the police are looking into it."

You were curious to know how long the man would get behind bars for stabbing someone but didn't get a chance to ask before the door to your room opened once again.

"Fucking hell, that's a tripping hazard." Tommy's voice suddenly said as you looked past Vince to find Tommy Lee tiptoeing around the coffee on the floor like it was a biohazard. "What happened, Sixx? Did you spill- oh, shit, you're awake!"

Tommy's face lit up when he realised your eyes were open, and he jogged the remaining distance until he was standing beside Vince.

"See, I told you that she would be okay!" Tommy exclaimed pointing at you with a bright smile. "She's a tough chick."

Nikki sighed from his seat beside your bed, "can you guys give me a minute with her?"

Vince nodded patting Tommys shoulder and leading the drummer back towards the door, "John has the car downstairs. We'll be waiting. We're glad you're okay, Y/N."

"Thanks, Vince." You smiled softly watching the two of them walk out the room before you glanced back at Nikki whose green eyes were already looking at you.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" He asked gently. "I... I'm not comfortable with leaving you here alone."

"I'm fine on my own." You answered sadly but honestly. "I'm used to it. You don't need to worry."

Your words didn't seem to comfort the bassist though. He stared at you as a million different emotions washed over his face, but they were gone before you could decipher any of them.

You looked away from him not knowing what else to say as you glanced around the room and suddenly came to a very horrible realisation and that fear must have shown on your face because Nikki sat up on alert.

"What's wrong?"

"What time is it? I was meant to check out of my hotel at nine and my flight was due to board at midday." I said looking over at him in sudden panic.

"Yeah, that ain't happening. Sorry." Nikki answered.

Fuck.

"I-I can't afford this. A private room? An ambulance ride? These stitches..." You began to say motioning towards the stitches hidden beneath your gown. "I could barely afford concert tickets for this trip. Now I need to buy a new plane ticket and-"

"Don't worry about it." Nikki said cutting you off.

"That's easy coming from someone with lots of money." You snapped but instantly regretted it. "Sorry."

He smiled softly, "I remember what it was like not having money. Hell, we used to live off $20 a week back when we started the band."

"I know. I read the book... well I've read all of your books. Tommy and Vince's too. I hope that's not creepy."

Nikki chuckled, "it's not."

You nodded biting your lip as you glanced around the private hospital room anxiously. You could only just afford the plane tickets and hotel room for this trip. You couldn't pay for hospital fees or a new plane ticket.

This concert was a once in a lifetime opportunity. Mötley Crüe was your favourite band, and you didn't know if they'd ever tour again, so you pooled all your money and savings together to pay for it. You had the budget down to the last dollar and it would've been fine, but you did not see this incident coming.

"I've already paid for your hospital bills. I'll organise for someone to collect your luggage from whatever hotel you were staying at." Nikki began to say like he could somehow read your mind.

You shook your head before his words actually registered in your brain. "Wait, you paid my hospital bill?"

"Yeah, and while you were busy freaking out just now, I've texted my manager to book you into the hotel we're staying at. You don't need to worry about money while you're here. I promise."

"Why-why would you do that?"

"It's the least I could do for what happened. You saved my life, Y/N."

"I just did what anyone would have done."

He shook his head, "not many people would've done that."

You opened your mouth to argue but knew a losing fight when you saw one, so you simply closed your mouth again and nodded in response.

"I'll let you get some rest. Someone will be by tomorrow morning when you get discharged, okay?" He explained gingerly getting to his feet before he began walking towards the door.

"Nikki?" You called out.

He stopped and glanced over his shoulder, "yeah?"

"Thank you."

"I should be thanking you." He smiled. "Get some rest, sweetheart."

Not long after Nikki left, a couple Police Officers showed up needing to take your statement about the events that took place during the concert. It didn't take long to tell your side of the story and they reassured you that the man would be behind bars for a long time. That was a silent relief, not that you were worried for your own safety but for Nikki's. That crazy man had been aiming for Nikki. Why he wanted to hurt the bassist was a question that kept you up at night, but it didn’t matter anymore. Nikki was safe and the man couldn’t hurt anyone else.

When you woke up the following morning it wasn’t to the sound of machines beeping, it was to the sound of a guitar.

You blinked your eyes open in confusion to find John 5 sitting beside your bed with an acoustic guitar in his lap. He was strumming away on the guitar softly while a familiar looking woman sat in the other chair beside him scrolling on her phone.

A small smile spread across your face at the sight of John 5 and his wife, Rita, before you heard something move across the room and you quickly turned your head and your eyes widened when you saw Brittany Furlan Lee looking out the window of your room.

You sat there silently for a few minutes looking between the three of them as your head swarmed with a million questions. The biggest question you had was why were they all here? Why would they care about you?

You were no one. You were a nobody to them. Just a strange girl who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the right place at the right time... depends how you looked at it. But still, you were nobody, so why would they all be here?

"You might not realise it, but more people care about you than you think, Y/N." John 5's voice suddenly said.

You quickly turned towards him to find the guitarist looking at you with a gentle smile.

"But... why?" You asked in utter confusion. "I'm no one."

John chuckled softly and leant his guitar up against the wall before turning in his seat to face you.

"You saved Nikki. Which means you saved Mötley Crüe. You aren't no one."

"He's right." Rita spoke up, putting her phone down as she leant forward and smiled kindly at you. "My name is-."

"Rita Lowery. I know who you are." You replied causing the woman’s smile to brighten.

"How are you feeling, babe?"

You glanced to the side to find Brittany no longer looking out the window as she walked over to your bedside looking down to where your hand was pressed against your stomach with a concerned look in her eye.

"Like I've been stabbed." You answered bluntly without thinking but before you could say anything else Brittany started to laugh.

"Probably should have guessed that, huh?" She replied with a smile. "I'm Tommy's wife by the way. Brittany-"

"Furlan Lee, I know. You're awesome."

She was one of your favourite comedians and her podcast This Is The Worst had you crying from laughter during each episode. Brittany was so chaotic and had such a beautiful energy about her. Tommy was just as energetic and hyper too. They matched each other's vibes so well. They were perfect for each other.

"I like this girl." Brittany announced glancing over at John and Rita who both chuckled.

"I'll go see if the nurse is ready with those discharge papers." John said, picking up his guitar before walking out the room leaving you alone with quite possibly two of the most gorgeous women in America.

Lita pulled out a familiar looking bag from beside her chair and your eyes widened realising that it was your duffle bag from the hotel. How the heck did they get that?

"Nikki collected this from your hotel." She explained like she knew what you were thinking. "We figured you would probably want something clean to wear instead of those scrubs or your bloodied Mötley shirt."

That was really thoughtful. You hadn't even thought about that. You hadn't really thought about a lot since waking up in the hospital other than the fact that you had been stabbed on stage in front of thousands of people.

"Thank you so much." You said sincerely as you sat up and swung your legs over the side of the bed grimacing at the pull of the stitches before you stood up but nearly fell right back down onto the bed again.

"Whoa, whoa, easy. Are you okay?" Brittany asked, grabbing your shoulder to steady you as you rested your hand over the bandage under your scrubs with a pained hiss. "Do you want to sit back down?"

You shook your head. Rita was on her feet hovering by your side like she was worried you'd fall over which, yeah, okay, that was highly likely because black dots were dancing across your vision as you blinked your eyes trying to clear them.

"I'm good. I'm good." You reassured but the two women clearly didn't believe you as they gave you a doubtful look.

Brittany and Rita assisted you changing out of the hospital scrubs despite your embarrassment of not being able to do it yourself, but the women didn't make you feel bad or ashamed for it. They simply helped you and gave you gentle encouraging words when you saw how big the stab wound actually was and how long the scar was going to be.

John drove the three of you back to the hotel across the city and the girls helped you get settled ensuring you were comfortable and exchanging phone numbers for you to contact them if you needed anything. Brittany and Tommy had the room a few doors down while John and Rita were on the floor below. They weren't sure where Nikki or Vince were but knew they had rooms in this hotel somewhere.

Mötley Crüe were set to fly out tomorrow for their next concert but apparently Nikki had postponed it a few days to allow his ankle enough time to recover. Less than a week definitely wasn't enough time for a sprained ankle to heal especially since he would be on his feet for hours on stage at a time, but Nikki was a workaholic and never missed a show.

Everyone left you alone for the rest of the day. Brittany and Rita kept texting you though making sure you were okay and taking your pain meds every few hours. John even messaged you, no doubt getting your number from his wife and offered to drop off some food. He was a vegan and wanted Subway, but said he was happy to buy anything with meat if you felt like it, but you kindly declined.

You slept like a rock that night but awoke the following morning to a muffled voice coming from outside your hotel room door.

"Her heart stopped in the fucking ambulance, man!"

That was Nikki's voice. And he was talking about you.

"I know, I know. But... fuck, T-Bone, that would've been me if she hadn't pushed me out the way. And-" Nikki stopped talking abruptly but you couldn’t hear what Tommy was saying in response.

You slowly sat up in bed and took a couple of the pain meds with a mouthful of water. Brittany had sent you a text but before you could open it, Nikki continued talking.

"How do I not feel guilty? It should have been me! She's just a kid."

Nikki felt guilty for what happened. Why would he feel guilty? He wasn't the one who stabbed you. It wasn't his fault in the slightest.

Putting your phone down, you stood up gingerly and walked over to your front door and pulled it open. The bassist was pacing up and down the long corridor of the hotel with his phone to his ear listening to whatever his best friend was saying through the line.

"I'm not a kid." You spoke up announcing your presence as you leant against the doorframe.

Nikki spun around so quickly you feared he may have given himself whiplash as he stared at you in surprise.

"Tommy, I'll call you back." Nikki said not waiting for a reply before he lowered the phone from his ear. "You shouldn't be up."

"I got sick of laying down."

Nikki shook his head, rubbing his beard along his jaw. He looked angry. It wasn't a good look on him and it made you feel uneasy.

"Are you angry with me?" You asked your voice coming out a mere whisper as you bit your lip hating how fragile you felt right now as tears burned in the back of your eyes.

The thought of Nikki Sixx possibly hating you made you want to cry. You had loved and idolised him for so long, you couldn’t bear the thought of him hating you.

Nikki turned back towards you. The anger in his features vanished instantly when he saw the tears that were no doubt showing in your eyes. You ducked your head and quickly wiped them not wanting Nikki to see but it was too late. The bassist was across the corridor and in front of you in an instant.

"No. No. I'm not angry at you." He hurriedly reassured. "It's just... you shouldn't have done that. You shouldn't have put yourself in harm’s way."

"I'm okay though. The doctors said I'll be fine-"

"No. No. You could have been killed. And there would have been nothing I could do to stop it. I watched you bleed out in my arms, Y/N." His voice broke and Nikki looked away. "That guy was after me, but it was you that got hurt. You could have died!"

His voice was heavy with shame, the same way his guilt weighed down upon his shoulders.

"Better me than you." You simply replied.

Nikki looked back over at you in disbelief, "how can you say that?"

"I'm nobody. I... I have no one. I literally have nothing to live for if I'm being brutally honest-" You began to ramble before he tried to cut you off.

"Y/N-"

"And you're Nikki fucking Sixx." You continued to say ignoring him. "The whole world would be heartbroken if you died. The band would be destroyed. Your fans, your family, your kids. Me! You have so much more to live for."

Nikki sighed lowering his head, but he didn't say anything for a moment as you remained silent leaning in the doorway unsure of what to do or say next. It was all true though. You had nobody. You had nothing to lose but Nikki had everything to lose.

"I'm not going to apologise for saving your life, Nikki."

The bassist lifted his head. His guilty green eyes meeting yours.

"You're an idiot for saving me, sweetheart." He whispered shaking his head.

"Maybe. But I'd do it again." You answered and you meant it. "It's not your fault. I made my own choice and I'd do it again. Well, I might not pull the knife out next time though."

The side of Nikki's mouth twitched up in a slight smile at your words.

"That's like the number one rule of getting stabbed. You don't pull it out."

"I panicked. It's not like I've been stabbed before!" You said defensively causing Nikki to chuckle softly which you were going to call a small victory.

Somehow you ended up at the airport following the band out onto the tarmac towards their private jet-black plane. Nikki had somehow convinced the pilot to detour to your hometown on their way to the next gig. It was going to cost a lot in fuel which you felt guilty for, but Nikki had insisted that it wasn't a big deal.

Brittany and Rita were walking either side of you while the guys all strolled ahead towards the plane. The two women had taken you under their wing over the past few days without hesitation. They were both so kind and down to earth. They made you feel welcome in Mötley Crüe's little group despite the fact you were a stranger to them all. They were both walking slower alongside of you on purpose, not wanting you to strain yourself or tear any stitches which you silently appreciated.

Nikki stood to the side allowing his bandmates to walk up the stairs into the plane first before he held his hand out towards you. It wasn't that you couldn't climb up stairs yourself. Your body had gotten significantly stronger since departing the hospital, but you still accepted his assistance because although you weren't as weak, the stab wound was still painful.

Nikki's hand squeezed yours gently as he helped you up the stairs before you walked into their private plane, but you came to a sudden halt when you saw the interior of it. Private planes were meant to be fancy with leather reclining seats and tables, you knew that, but were still shocked by how nice it was on the inside.

As your eyes raked over the expensive plane you spotted a group of men seated further down and your jaw literally dropped when you realised who they were.

Def Leppard.

Nobody had told you that Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard shared a private plane for this tour.

The band all glanced in your direction hearing Mötley finally board the plane. They all waved in greeting before the tall man with shoulder length silver white hair stood up and began walking down the aisle towards you.

"Holy shit, you're Joe Elliot." You mumbled under your breath but clearly you had said it a bit too loudly because Nikki snickered softly from beside you, his hand still holding yours.

Joe smiled, "that I am, love. And you're the girl who got the concert cancelled before Def Leppard could even get on stage."

Guilt washed over you, "I'm so sorry-"

"No, no, I'm taking the piss. I'm joking. You saved Nikki's life." Joe hurriedly explained nodding towards the bassist while looking at you with a kind smile. "I'm glad you're okay."

"You are okay though, right? Brittany said you were in pain and-" Tommy's voice suddenly said as he appeared beside you.

You smiled at the drummer's kindness, "I'm okay."

Relief flashed across the taller man's face before Brittany patted your shoulder gently.

"She's tough this one." Brittany said smiling at you. "I have to get you on my podcast. This Is The Worst. Something tells me you have a worst concert story to share."

The guys all laughed, and you grinned.

"Honestly? I still enjoyed the concert." You admitted causing both Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard to stare at you like you were crazy. "What? I'm an 80s rock fan. That concert was like a dream come true... until the whole stabbing thing."

"Jesus." Nikki swore softly under his breath, his hand squeezing yours. "You're something else, Y/N."

Everyone took their respective seats on the plane, and it wasn't long before you were soaring through the sky. The hostesses came around with trays of food and assortment of drinks. Nikki accepted a water not even tempted by the alcohol which you were silently proud of, and you did the same since antibiotics and champagne probably wouldn't be a good mix.

It was nice sitting beside the bassist while listening to Mötley Crüe and Def Leppard talk and laugh together throughout the plane. Their banter was quite entertaining, and it was nice to know that these two bands got along and enjoyed each other's company.

Nikki had his bad ankle resting on top of the coffee table trying to keep it elevated as per doctor's orders. It was no longer bandaged but even hidden beneath a sock, it was still visibly swollen. Nikki must have seen you staring at it because he suddenly reached over and grabbed your arm.

"It's not bad." He whispered ignoring the others all talking and laughing throughout the plane and instead focused on you. "Hey, look at me."

Reluctantly you shifted your gaze from his ankle before meeting those beautiful green eyes.

"My ankle is fine. It's you I'm worried about."

You tilted your head a little in confusion, "why? I'm fine."

Nikki gave you a pointed look that said he saw straight through your lie, and you averted your gaze fiddling with a loose thread on your jeans.

Soon you would be back home, and this would be over. You'd be alone in your shitty apartment and going back to your dead-end job. Life would go back to normal, but you didn't want it to. You didn't want to leave Mötley Crüe. You didn't want this moment to end because right now, you were on a plane surrounded by men and women who genuinely cared about you and back home, there was no one. Nikki seemed to know that too as his green eyes watched you sadly.

Sooner than what you would have liked, the plane was touching down in your hometown. The Def Leppard guys all hugged you goodbye wishing you the best before you followed Nikki off the plane surprised to find Vince, Tommy, John, Brittany and Rita all following too.

The pilot was already pulling your bag out from the cargo hold before Vince grabbed it from him. The pilot warned that they'd be taking off in 20 minutes after a quick refuel before he climbed back up into the plane leaving the group of you standing on the tarmac.

"It was so lovely to meet you, Y/N." Rita said, holding her arms out before pulling you into a hug.

"Take care of yourself, okay?" John suddenly said, joining the hug as he wrapped his arms around the two of you.

You smiled hugging them both back before pulling away just as Brittany threw her arms around your neck and hugged you tightly.

"Thank you for everything." You whispered hugging the other woman back.

Brittany chuckled softly before grabbing your shoulders and holding you in front of her. "No, thank you! And I'm serious about you guest starring on my podcast by the way. If you want to that is?"

Your eyes lit up, "I would be honoured."

Tommy strolled over throwing his arm around his wife’s shoulder as Brittany leant into his side, the two of them smiling at you.

"How does it feel to be Mötley Crüe's hero?" The drummer asked.

Mötley Crüe's hero? Yeah, right. Mötley Crüe were your hero. It wasn’t the other way around. Mötley Crüe had saved your life. You were simply returning the favour.

"Mötley Crüe were my hero first." You answered causing the smile on Tommys face to widen before he lowered his arm from Brittany and threw it around your shoulder instead as he pulled you into a side hug.

Tommy was surprisingly gentle for his big lanky frame as you wrapped your arm around him and hugged him back.

"Thank you for saving that assholes life." Vince suddenly said nodding in Nikkis direction causing the bassist to roll his eyes. "Look after yourself, kid."

You fought the urge to tell him that you weren't a kid but decided against it. You simply nodded in response slipping free from Tommys arm before Vince stepped forward and hugged you as well.

"Thank you for what you did on stage. I'm sorry for ruining your scarf." You replied hugging the singer.

Vince let out a small huff as he smiled, "scarfs can be replaced. You can't. Thanks for not dying."

The two of you pulled apart as Nikki grabbed your duffle bag from where Vince had placed it on the ground.

"I'll walk you out." The bassist suddenly said.

You opened your mouth to argue not wanting him to walk too much on his bad ankle but knew that arguing with the bassist was a waste of time. So, you simply nodded before turning back to the others.

"Thank you guys for everything." You said feeling tears beginning to rise in your eyes, but you forced them back.

There was no way you were going to cry in front of them. No way.

You gave them all a friendly wave before glancing up at the plane to find the Def Leppard guys all waving through the windows of the plane causing you to chuckle as you waved at them too before Nikki took your hand and began to lead you across the tarmac.

Nikki didn't say anything as the two of you walked towards the pickup/drop off area of the airport. His hand held yours tightly while he threw your duffle bag over his shoulder with the other. He wasn't limping as badly anymore, but his ankle was still clearly giving him pain, although he didn’t comment on it.

The bassist hollered a taxi waiting for the yellow vehicle to pull up before he placed your bag in the trunk and then turned to face you and spoke for the first time since leaving the plane.

"What's your phone number?"

Your eyes widened, "what?"

He snorted, "relax, I'm not gonna ask you out. I'm married. Although if I wasn't..." He trailed off with a gentle smile as he lifted his hand and cupped the side of your face. "You're beautiful and no one has ever done something as heroic or as stupid for me. So, thank you, Y/N."

His words had you utterly speechless as you stared at the man you had idolised since you were a kid. The same man you had on posters stuck on your bedroom wall. The same man who had saved your life and helped you at your lowest without even knowing it.

"Put your number in here." He instructed passing you his phone.

He had named your contact 'Y/N aka my idiotic hero' you smiled at the name before typing in your number and handing it back to him.

"Mötley are going to be touring again in 2025. We got a few small shows at festivals next year but 2025 will be big. I'm going to make sure we play a gig here in your hometown and I want you to come... only if you want to though. I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to go after what just happened-"

"I wouldn't miss it." You answered cutting him off.

Nikki smiled, "well it's settled. I'll get you a backstage pass and everything to make up for only seeing half a concert."

The cab driver suddenly honked the horn, "you getting in or what?!"

Nikki sighed before reaching forward and wrapping his arms around your body pulling you into his chest as he hugged you. Tears started to burn in the back of your eyes once again at the realisation that this was it. But you were quick to hug him back just as tightly, the stitches on your stomach be damned.

"Thank you for saving my life. I still think you're an idiot for doing it though." Nikki said before placing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled away.

You smiled, "I'd do it again in a heartbeat."

Nikki snorted, "please don't."

"Can't make any promises." You teased causing Nikki to laugh before you glanced at the annoyed looking taxi driver. "I should probably go. Thank you for everything, Nikki."

"Here." The bassist slipped you $200 in cash. "Pay for the taxi with this."

You looked down at the money in your hand in shock, "Nikki, this is way too much."

"Buy yourself something pretty with the change then." He winked causing you to roll your eyes before he opened the car door for you. "Get home safe, sweetheart."

You nodded forcing your tears at bay hating having to say goodbye to him. You climbed into the back of the taxi and Nikki gently closed the door behind you. He gave you a small reassuring smile and you mustered up the courage to smile back despite wanting nothing more than to cry as you waved goodbye just as the taxi began to drive off.

Once the taxi got a few hundred metres down the road and the bassist was no longer in eyeshot, the tears began to spill down your cheeks like a waterfall. This time, you didn't try to stop them as you covered your face with your hands and silently cried.

A few minutes later your phone vibrated in your pocket. You pulled it out and found a text message from a random number.

'Forgot to send this earlier. You have my number now, so please don't hesitate to call or text me. Oh and it's Nikki Sixx by the way. Thank you again for everything xx'

You let out a wet chuckle, tears still trickling down your face as you smiled at Nikki's message.

*6 months later*

You sat behind your desk at work eyeing the time at the bottom corner of the screen wishing it would tick by faster when suddenly your phone buzzed.

'1 New Message from: Nikki Sixx'

You smiled at the notification that had become quite common since you parted ways. Nikki was the first to message you because there was no way in hell you were going to text him first. You didn't want to annoy him and figured he probably wouldn't want to talk to you. But he had asked how you were, and you asked about his ankle. From there the messaging became frequent and ranged from simple day to day chitchat to random photos of his dog. It was nice though and dare you say it, you were friends.

It had taken a while for you to get used to that. Nikki had been your idol for so long and he was now someone you considered a friend. Hell, even the rest of the guys from Mötley Crüe had your number too and would text you from time to time.

You opened Nikki's latest message, and all it said were two words; 'Check Twitter'

Frowning in confusion you opened up the app before searching Nikki's profile to find that he just posted something two minutes ago.

You dropped your phone on your desk staring at the excel spreadsheet on the computer screen in front of you as you covered your mouth with your hands trying to contain your excitement.

Holy shit. He wrote a song about you.

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𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 — 𝐇𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

data: your basic florist au, bit of angst, identity reveal, all that stuff. 4k words, no use of Y/N.

You know him, you know what the looks like at the very least. Once a week—the day never stays the same—him and a group of other instrument-carrying people go into the small venue in front of your shop at nine in the evening, an hour after closing the shop, when you’re about to head home. One early morning, out of curiosity, you checked the schedules adhered and covering the roller shutter in a poor attempt to find who this mysterious guy was. You found no useful information in that regard, you did foind, however, that the club opened at ten and most concerts held there started at least half an hour later. With that new gathered intel your best guess was that they came early to get everything set or a rather quick sound-check.

The venue is on one of the corners that limit the four way pedestrian crossing, the two corners on either side both hold pubs, and diagonally there’s you. “For the Roses” is a name given by its old owner, a sweet lady—and Joni Mitchell fan—you had worked for since you were seventeen, and four years later she had decided it was time to retire. For the last five months it’s been just you, it was easier to take care of it when you were two people working, that much is true, but having to close the shop has given you staring privileges. Years ago, when you first started working here the placement of the shop seemed rather odd, between clubs, pubs and the many other forms of amusement, this, however, was a strategical position. A big part of the clientele consisted of repenting boyfriends and enamoured halves of a first date, and they kept the business afloat.

You recognise him the moment he walks in.

“Hello! How may I help you?” The clock ticks away the last minutes before closing as you try to put on your cheeriest voice.

“Hi, sorry about comin’ in so late. My mate’s playing a gig, I just want some flowers to throw on stage, whole dramatics and all.” His voice is smooth with only the slightest rasp to it. He’s a fun last client.

“Do you want the classic roses then?”

“Nah don’t bother, give me the leftovers.” There are one or two extra cuttings and a bouquet that never got picked up you wouldn’t mind getting rid of.

You excuse yourself to pick out the best leftover flowers you could in an attempt to make a half-decent bouquet. He’s oggling your shop, he’s particularly eye-catching inside your light coloured, slightly old-fashioned establishment. He likes it there, it’s cosy, the floors are filled with different types of flower arrengements and the walls display an amalgamation of different decorations gathered throughout the years, his inspection is only interrupted by your coming back behind the counter.

“Here, I tried to make it as cohesive as I could.”

“It’s alright, love, it’s gonna get thrown anyway.” Oh, that pet name went straight to your chest.

“It felt unprofessional not to give you at least a small sample of my usual, better, quality.” He gave a side smile as a response.

“How much do I owe you?”

“It’s on the house, no worries, I wouldn’t make you pay for only scraps.”

“That’s quite nice, take this as a tip, then.” He slid a twenty pound note on the counter, right before turning around a saying his goodbyes with a single wave of his hands.

Spinning the sign at the glass door so it reads “Closed” you turn to sweeping the floor and leaving your workplace as neat as possible, you hum along to the song playing from your phone on the counter. The 20 dollars he gave you felt a bit too much, not that you’re going to complain, not with the cost of everything, a flower shop isn’t a luxurious job to have, so it’s much appreciated.

Drawing the curtain-like metal you spot a group of people walking into the club, one of them must be his friend.

A mere day later, he’s back, making the dainty bells above the door chime.

“Hello! Got another show you need to throw flowers at?” You quip and he chuckles.

“Nah. Only wanted to get actual flowers to have a good reason to ask you out.” He’s confident, maybe overly so, and Hobie is well aware of that, it’s not often that his confidence fails him, though. You look surprised before laughing, it’s ridiculous.

“And what were you thinking of getting?”

“I was hoping you could recommend me something.”

“Roses are usually the go-to flower, although I much prefer freesias.”

“Sick, I’d like a single freesia, please.” He says it in an overly polite manner, the whole situation is laughable.

“That’ll be two pounds.” You say as you hand him the flower.

“Here you go.” You mutter a thank you for an answer. “My band’s playing tonight, at ten, just on the other street, you could come and we could get a drink after.”

No way you’re attending a club on a Wednesday night, with a stranger nonetheless.

“Sure.”

“Sweet, I’ll see you. My name’s Hobie by the way.”

And it sounds like proper fun, really.

You’ve managed to avoid the biggest wave of people going home during rush hour and, thankfully, your ride home is as pleasant as the tube allows it to be and yet, you’re restless. His invite plays around in your mind. He’s handsome, that’s for sure, and it would satiate your curiosity on the other side it would also make you tired for work the next day, you’re too old for that, you think and softly laugh at your own joke. The walk home gives you time to ponder on wasted opportunities and the best years of your life, your flat instead greets you with the promise of a reheated dinner and an eight-hour-long sleep which for a moment makes you think about ditching him.

The commute back feels longer than it usually does. You ate in a rush and got ready far too fast after your flatmate complained about needing to use the bathroom. Your phone marks 10:05PM, fashionably late. You’re thankful the show hasn’t started by the time you sit by the bar, ordering a beer. You still haven’t decided if it’s brave or cocky to ask someone out to your own show.

The whirring of a guitar being plugged signals the beginning of the show.

“Hello, we’re The Spider-Slayers! One two three!” Is your only warning before they start playing. They’re quite good, you have to admit, Hobie, as you’ve recently learned he’s named, exudes power and confidence while on stage, he’s rather skilled. It’s enjoyable, half of the audience is too plastered—it's only ten in the evening—to pay attention to the actual music and are merely glad to have a loud noise playing for them, but they’re well-liked, no doubt an established part of the community. It passes faster than you had anticipated, not even an hour later he’s walking your way while another band prepares to play.

He’s sweaty as he sits down and orders a rum and coke, he looks at you questioning if you also want one. “Make it two.” He indicates the bartender. “Did you like it?”

He’s tall but not intimidating in the slightest, the metal in his face a contrast to all of his warm side smiles.

“Yes!” You’re quick to answer. “It was really nice, you guys are good.” He fully smiles at the compliment, he’s got a pretty smile.

“Thanks. I forgot to ask your name earlier, sorry about that.”

“No worries, it’s Y/N.”

“Pretty.” It’s flirty.

“Did your mate like the flowers?” You ask as the man behind the bar hands you your drinks.

“Totally, made a mess on stage and everything. She was grateful, seriously, funny and praising in equal parts, the bouquet was beautiful too, such a shame it ended like that.” You laugh at that. “How’s it working at a flower shop?”

“Good, actually, better than one good expect, I’d say it’s one of the better retail jobs out there.”

“Seems hard.”

“It is at the beginning, you should’ve seen some of my first arrangements, they were bloody awful, I’m still wondering how we didn’t get any complaints.” It’s Hobie’s turn to laugh.

“You’ve made some improvement then, your shop’s beautiful.” You beam and thank him, you’re proud of the way it’s looking these days. “How’d you end up working there? Do you need a degree to be a florist?”

“Not really, no. I’ve taken a couple courses but for the most part I was trained by my old boss.”

“Hm.” He nods. “Strange place to set up a flower shop, innit? I see you closing all the time and wonder who in their right mind would think of opening it at a nightlife epicenter.” Good to know you’re not the only observer.

“You’d think so! We get a lot of our clientele thanks to that, not all flower shops open until eight either way. Flowers make both great apologies and gifts, you can only imagine the kind of people who walk in there.”

“What, like me?”

“No way, I’d put you in the normal bunch.” He quirks an eyebrow, an invitation to tell him more about yourself. And that you do. You talk for the two hours that the club remains open, he’s fun, you’re both chatty, you’ve got a multitude of things in common, he tells you about his bandmates, you exchange numbers, he’s a cat person by the way.

“You want me to walk you home?” The underground closed an hour ago, it wasn’t that big of a trek to your place, you could say yes if not for the stranger—acquaintance—danger middle school talks flashing in your memory. The bus, though taking longer than the tube, was still an option.

“It’s fine, really. I’d rather take the bus.”

“Got it, I can wait with you if you’d like.” Yeah, yeah, you’d like that. The two of you walk close to each other to the nearest stop. The pavement is damp, it gives you another reason to be glad that you wore your trusty old, slightly dirty, converse instead of a more sophisticated option.

“Thank you for inviting me, I had a nice time, you’re fun.”

“So are you, love.” How could an overused term like that have such a big effect on you when he says it remains a mystery.

You sit in a comfortable silence until the right bus gets there and as you bid your goodbyes you’re unable to contain the big smile you give him, blame it on the drinks. You send him a quick text noticing him that you got home safe and sound before falling into deep sleep.

Your phone rings and vibrates from the bedside table, it always goes off at the same time and yet today it manages to scare you awake. The trip to the bathroom and coffee making is accompanied by a string of curses: music, bad choices, the opening hours of your business and pretty boys all fall victim to your vulgarities. The lack of proper sleep makes your day go by twice as slowly, nodding off and almost missing your stop and doomscrolling during work hours to pass the time, even turning to reading an article from The Daily Bugle, it’s laughable, it’s says something something Spider-Man, something juvenile delinquent something menace for the city.

The chime of little bells half an hour before closing wakes you up better than your alarm had done earlier in the day. Looking up from your phone you spot the same bright eyes and confident stroll that kept you company last night.

“You need to stop coming in right before closing.” You scold him. You’re confident he’s aware that it’s an invitation for him to keep showing up.

“My bad. Do you like food?”

“I-What?” Indeed, what? “I like food, yes.”

“Peng. You want to grab dinner?” And he also needs to stop proposing last-minute plans.

“Where?”

“What do you fancy?”

“Thai?”

“Sure.”

“I close in half an hour, you can stay here if you want.” Not that you’re expecting any more costumers.

He asks if he can help with anything and you hand him the broom and dustpan that hangs in the back of the shop, he laughs and takes it as payment for having you get out earlier. The floors aren’t dirty per se, it’s mostly leaves and bits of cutting that have fallen. He sweeps while you get everything ready for tomorrow and put away what’s been used today. Half an hour later you hang your work apron and close the shutters.

There’s a nice restaurant a couple blocks away you’ve got food to-go from before. You order a spicy noodle soup, khanom jeen nam ngiaw, and he settles for stir-fry noodles. It’s good, warm and comforting, you take a bite from his plate and he follows suit with a spoonful of your broth. The conversation picked up while cleaning and it has yet to die down, he tells you about his hobbies—you can't help to make fun of him by saying Hobie's hobbies—and you share your love for museums with him, ‘We should visit one.’ he says to which you agree in excitement.

You don’t let go of his hand until your bedroom door is closed and you softly push him into bed. Taking only a short break to take off both of your shoes you don’t waist time in straddling him, his hands on your hips as you return to kissing. Soft moans mark the tempo for your exploring hands and you stare at his bare abdomen with much less shame than you think you should have. His hands are slightly calloused and scarred, it doesn’t matter with how skilled they are. It feels like you’re drowning in him, you hope he feels half as good as he’s making you feel, if his breathless mutters of ‘fuck’ and ‘good girl’ are any indicator you can pat yourself on the back after it’s over.

The dinner is paid for, the night chilly compared to the warmth inside the restaurant. He offers to walk you home again, this time you agree because you’re no longer strangers, right? You make it half of the way before puts his hand on your lower back, you don’t make an effort to move it, it’s comfortable.

You make it three quarters of the way until you start kissing, your back against the wall of a mildly busy street, you feel like a horny teenager. You climb up the stairs to your flat two-steps at a time, your hand holding his and praying that your flatmate has confined herself to her room so you don’t have to introduce one to the other, not right now at least.

The morning after your alarm not only scares you awake but it also makes him sit up in bed with a jolt.

“Sorry.” Sleep is still evident in your voice.

“S’okay.” He replies before giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, you don’t think either of you wants to deal with each other’s morning breath, it’s a tad early for that.

You offer him breakfast. Your flatmate has left for work but she won’t forgive you if you don’t tell her of last night’s events. At least it won’t make this morning awkward, or more awkward than it already is, it happens with first breakfasts: sleepy, a mess, cranky from waking up, it’s not anyone’s best look.

You take the underground while he chooses to walk home, it’s not crazy far away from yours, apparently. In the meantime, the work day is spent looking up frantically every time the bells over your door chime, hoping that it will be him at some point. He does come over, at ten past eight, and he has to knock on the door to catch your attention. Your strange arrangement goes on for the better part of the next two months, he comes over when you’re about to close, you eat together multiple times per week, he’s quite a skilled at making exactly seven different dishes, he invites you to his shows and you’ve met his bandmates, you’ve had every cliché date imaginable: the park, the cinema, the natural history museum, markets, the full deal. You don’t call them dates though, you’re not a couple even with all the kissing and sleeping together—literally and figuratively—he’s told you he doesn’t like labels, but he’s being exclusive with you so you’re okay with it.

He shows up with little cuts and bruises, you attributed to being clumsy at first but it’s become more common lately, he excuses it as a protest that went south, a moshpit or just a friendly scuffle with his mates. It doesn’t ease your nerves. But you're soon to forget all about it once you’re outside, walking hand in hand and sharing headphones, he’s incorporated bits and pieces of your music to his playlist and he makes sure to show you the songs he thinks you’ll like first than anything.

Your phone lights up with a text notification from Hobie, he’s coming over soon. It shouldn’t be, but it reads as ominous, he doesn’t usually tell you in advance and would rather showing up unannounced.

“Hey pet.” He greets, it’s his latest nickname for you, you’ve always thought it ridiculous but he’s making you grow fond of it.

“Hi Bee” An animal-related nickname you gave him after he tried calling you ‘duck’ that has stuck. “You want to do something or should we head home?”

“Home’s fine, I’m tired.” It’s fair, he’s always running around doing things, you’re okay with a night in.

He sweeps the floor, it’s his assigned task, you feel bad but he says he doesn’t mind and likes helping you. The ride back to your place is quieter than usual, he seems pensive. You’re about to open the door to your building when you notice him stuck a meter away.

“Are you okay?” Your heart is picking up speed.

“Listen, love.” Oh no. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to come up.” You’re on the second and final step of the stairway while he’s at ground level, he looks smaller than he’s ever been. “I’ve had a lot of fun, really, but I don’t think I can go on with our thing, you know? I’m not good at commitment anyway.” Your lack of a response get’s him speaking again. “I’m truly sorry, I just don’t wanna go on with this and end up hurtin’ you.”

“Okay.” Is the only thing your brain is able to formulate.

“Okay.” He replies. “I’ll be leaving now.” He says as he kisses your temple, turning around and giving you a single wave of the hand for a goodbye.

You feel the tears beginning to fill up your eyes, your vision blurry, at least you were able to hold them until he left, it’s already embarrassing as it is. You don’t bother re-heating dinner that night, choosing to go straight to bed and waking up with puffy eyes in the morning. For the first time in a while you’re sure you won’t have any visits at work, it’s terrible. You feel stupid. He told you enough about himself to know that the two of you weren’t in for a long-term relationship and still you held onto some sort of hope of being an exception.

That was two weeks ago. You’ve seen him two times since, while leaving for home. He waves your way and you wave back, out of politeness more than anything. Two weeks of radio silence that break your established routine and fill you with a sense of expectation during the last hours of work.

It’s nine-twenty on a Sunday, it’s usual for you to stay until late at the end of your work week, Hobie knew that and would make sure to keep you company and take you home those days. The early November weather has made it so it’s already been dark for hours, the city is rather calm, you don’t suppose there’s much to do on a cold November night. A series of knocks on the door alerts you of the presence of someone outside, it startles you as you hold the broom you were using against your chest.

Nothing could have prepared you for the sight outside the door. Spider-Man was doubling down and leaning against the glass of your shopfront, electric guitar strapped across him and hanging in his back, clad in his usual metal decorations while his suit had been torn. You let him in a hurry, it’s not ideal to have an idol of the working class dead on your welcome mat. He limps to the back of the shop, in your current state of panic you don’t stop to wonder how he knows the way so well, until he’s sitting on the floor and leaning against one of the walls, guitar forgotten besides him. You follow him and crouch at his side just in time for him to take off his mask.

“Fuck off.”

“Hi pet.”

You were so excited to be done with work and head home to watch a film, lucky for you, your ex-situationship still has a habit of coming in right before you leave.

“Bloody hell Hobie.”

“Please don’t be shocked right now, we can talk about it tomorrow.” He can’t be serious. “I’m knackered.” I wonder why, you think. He looks like proper shit.

“Hobie you’re bleeding.” You’re trying your best to be helpful and not panic.

“It’s fine love, it’ll heal in no time, I kinda have superpowers.” You’re choosing to ignore that and get up to retrieve your first aid kit, it’s far too basic to be useful right now, only equipped to help with cuts and minor injuries.

You can feel his eyes on you and your whole body is shaking as you kneel by his side. You try your best to keep your hands steady while pouring rubbing alcohol into a cotton pad.

“You don’t have to, I’ll be fine.”

“Let me clean it, please, so it doesn’t get infected.” He lets you, wincing at the alcohol making contact with his open injuries. He knows you're doing it more for yourself than him. “Sorry.” He shakes his head as a way of saying ‘no worries’.

You reach for his face with your bare hand once you’ve considered him clean enough, you cradle his cheek and can’t hold your tears from spilling.

“This is why I cut thing off with you, you know? Don’t wan’ you getting hurt.”

“I don’t care.”

“Don’t say that.” He pleads.

“What about you getting hurt? Does that not matter?” He laughs and winces right after.

“You’re a sweet thing. I don’t have a choice but you do.”

“And what if my choice is to stand by your side?”

“You can’t.”

“Yes I do!” You’re reaching tour breaking point and can’t help but raise your voice. “I didn’t know I loved you as much as I do until these last weeks without you. It’s been torture.”

“It’s been torture for me too.” His words soften you, and it’s only then you realize what you said, you don’t dare acknowledge them, maybe he didn’t notice or the head trauma will make him forget it.

You’re crying now and it feels awful because you should be the one comforting him, he’s hurt not you. He holds you as you shake and places a kiss to your head.

“Can we sleep here?” He asks once you’ve calmed down. The tile floor is anything but comfortable and still you nod yes.

You fix a make-shift bed consisting of your bunched up jumper and apron for pillows and your big coat, that barely covers his upper body, for a blanket. Not that it matters, you chose to turn the radiator up and it’s hard to get cold while curled up to a human heater. You’re careful while laying with him, both out of fear of hurting him and prudence of this hurting you even more. He doesn’t care and brings you closer, your head on his chest and his hand drawing shapes on your back over your clothes, you can’t help but worry about the state of his back in the morning.

You find sleep easier than you have since your “break-up”, his rhythmic breathing lulls you and his caresses calm you down. You’re in the before-falling-asleep-limbo when you hear his voice, he says “I love you too” like a confession secret, you’re not sure if you were even supposed to hear it. It’s too late for you to react, his words mix with the beginning of your dreams into a spiralling nonsense.

🕷 i really enjoyed writing this! i was thinking of maybe doing a part 2? tell me your thoughts if you dont mind too! i haven't written anything that isnt academic in years and i feel rusty

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I Wanted to be Romantic

Yoongi begs you to help him contact his ex girlfriend. At first you agree but then you quickly realize that was a mistake, for both you and Yoongi.

Loosely based on Silver Linings Playbook

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You were currently hanging out with some of your friends. Your best friend Rachel was there and she brought along one of her friends, Mina. You had hung out with Mina a few times but it was only because of the mutual friendship with Rachel. Mina started talking about her ex boyfriend Yoongi and how he had caught her cheating on him so they broke up but now he keeps trying to contact her because he wants to get back together. In her words “she’s so over him so it’s not going to happen.” You were surprised at how she was so nonchalant about the whole situation. You had met Yoongi a couple times too and he seemed like a really nice guy. You felt bad for him. The two of them were heading to a bar to grab a few drinks after dinner but you decided to head home instead. You were starting your new job in the morning, a stylist for the group BTS.

The next day you got yourself ready and made your way over to the set location. The boys were filming a new music video. The lead stylist handed you a package of clothes and told you to head over to Yoongi to help him get ready. You found him sitting in the corner looking very dejected. You felt terrible for him, but you decided to just be professional and not say anything about the Mina situation. You figured he won’t even recognize you anyways.

You walked over and introduced yourself, but he just looked at you with empty eyes. You handed him the clothes and waited for him to return so that you could work on the accessories. After a few minutes he made his way back to you. You were trying to cheer him up by making random jokes and just trying to be as upbeat as you could but nothing seemed to really work. While you were adjusting his shirt he suddenly spoke, “Y/N you look really familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?” You were unsure how to proceed. Should you tell him the truth or just lie to avoid any awkwardness? Figuring he had been lied to enough you answered, “Umm I’ve hung out with Mina a few times. We have a mutual friend in Rachel.” You cringed when you saw his face drop.

He looked at you with big eyes, “How is she? I’ve been trying to contact her but she won’t call me back. I just want to talk things over. I wish I could get a letter to her or something.” You felt so terrible looking at him. He looked so depressed and you just wanted to do anything to make him feel better. You cleared your throat, “I could give a letter to Mina. I see her occasionally when we hang out with Rachel.” Yoongi’s eyes lit up and he jumped up engulfing you in a big hug, “Really? Thank you so much Y/N! I’ll give you the letter tomorrow at the company building.” With that he left to begin shooting the video. You were happy to see that he now seemed to be a little less upset but you were worried about what you’d gotten yourself in to.

The next day Yoongi came running up to you in the hallway, “Y/N here is the letter for Mina. Thank you again. You have no idea how much you’re helping me.” You just smiled, “Of course. It’s not a problem. I think I’m hanging out with her next week.” He gave you another hug before running off.

You spent the next few days working with the boys, talking over what kind of looks they wanted to go for during the big charity concert coming up and taking measurements and things like that. You and Yoongi had started spending quite a bit of time together. You mentioned that you had always been interested in music so he offered to let you in his studio to watch him while he worked on some stuff. He said it was the least he could do. He was so sweet. Always asking if you were comfortable or offering to get you some water. He even ordered dinner for you two one night. Not to mention he had the cutest smile you’d ever seen. You didn’t understand how Mina could cheat on him and lose someone so great.

Today was the day you were hanging out with Rachel and Mina. You were meeting up at Rachel’s apartment to watch a movie. You placed the letter from Yoongi in your bag and grabbed the bottle of wine you were taking as a gift and made your way over there. The movie ended up being more boring than the three of you had thought which led to gossiping instead. Rachel turned to Mina, “So have you heard from Yoongi recently?” You could feel your heart stop as you thought about the letter you were supposed to hand over before you left for the evening. Mina shook her head, “No I think he finally got the hint thankfully. I want nothing to do with him.” You wanted to smack her. This poor guy was devastated and she was annoyed at him. Rachel then turned her attention to you, “Y/N aren’t you working for the same company now? You’re a stylist right? Have you seen Yoongi?” You nodded your head, “Yeah I’ve met him a few times. He seems very nice.”You didn’t want to go into a lot of details. Your blood started to boil again when Mina started laughing and said, “Yeah that was the problem. He was just so boring and plain ya know? He just wanted to cuddle and watch movies and stuff like that when we were together. He said that being with me helped calm him down and made him feel relaxed. I just got tired of being his therapist. I need more excitement in my life.” You were furious and at that moment decided you weren’t going to hand over the letter. Yoongi deserved better.

When you got home that evening you pulled the letter out of your bag and set it on the table, not sure how to proceed. You remembered how excited Yoongi was when he handed it to you and you wanted to see that smile again. You knew it was wrong but you slowly opened the letter and began to read,

“Mina, I hope that you’re doing well. It’s been so long and I would do anything to be able to hear your voice again. I’ve been doing some thinking and I understand why you did what you did. I can be a lot to handle at times and you needed a break. I promise I can change and do better. Please let me show you. I’ve seen a lot of butterflies around lately. I know how much you love them. I think it’s a sign that we should work on this. Please contact me back so we can meet up. Love Yoongi.”

You scoffed at his letter. Why couldn’t he see that he deserved so much better than her? She might’ve loved him at one point but she definitely doesn’t love him now. Luckily the boys were out of the country for the next week so you didn’t have to see Yoongi and it would give you time to figure out what to do next.

You were currently in the wardrobe room working on the boys concert outfits when Yoongi came walking in. He gave you a big hug, “Hi Y/N. How have you been?” You smiled knowing his true intentions were to find out about Mina but being polite you answered, “Good. How was your week out of the country?” He let out a small sigh, “Tiring. Soooo were you able to give the letter to Mina?” Walking over to your bag you pulled out a letter, “Yeah she actually gave me this to give to you.” He snatched the letter out of your hands ripping it open. He began reading out loud,

“Yoongi, I hope that you’re doing well. I’m sorry that I haven’t been contacting you recently. I’ve got a lot on my mind. I think we need to take some time to figure things out. We need to figure out how we can repair our relationship and move forward. If it’s me looking at the butterflies as signs I wouldn’t look too much into them. I don’t really believe in things like that. This isn’t the end though. Take care of yourself. Love Mina.”

Yoongi stood there reading the letter to himself over and over. You weren’t sure how he was going to react. You also weren’t sure if you had done the right thing. Maybe you should’ve just given her Yoongi’s letter and stayed out of it. You were shaken from your thoughts when Yoongi walked over and gave you a hug, “Thank you Y/N. At least I know there’s a chance now. I’m going to work on another letter to give to her.” You simply nodded and watched him walk out the door.

Over the next few weeks you and Yoongi became closer. He’d always stop in the wardrobe room to help you clean up and you’d spend the evenings in his studio while he worked on some music. One night he even invited you over to the dorms for movie night with the rest of the group. During dinner you got into a discussion with Taehyung. He had told you how he had a dream that Yeontan could talk and told him he needed a little brother and he saw it as a sign he needed another dog. You told him you didn’t really believe in “signs” and that Yeontan enjoys being the only child. Yoongi got quiet but ended up taking your side. Afterwards you were in the kitchen cleaning up while the boys were getting the movie set up. Namjoon came walking in and started helping you clean up. When the two of you finished he invited you to sit at the table with him before checking to make sure none of the other guys were on their way in.

He whispered, “Y/N I just wanted to thank you for being there for Yoongi. When he found out that Mina was cheating on him he lost it. We were all pretty worried about him. But since he’s been spending time with you he seems happier. Maybe even happier than he was with her.”

You smiled, “Of course. I really like spending time with him.” Deep down you knew the truth. At this point you wanted to be more than just friends but Yoongi still mentioned Mina constantly and how they’d work things out so you didn’t think there’d ever be any chance. You made your way to the living taking a seat next to Yoongi. You were startled when he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer to him. You pretended not to really notice and were thankful when Jimin pressed play and the movie began to distract you.

A couple weeks had passed and it was finally the night of the big charity concert the boys were putting on. A show they’d been working on for months and it was going to be played to the biggest crowd they’ve performed in front of yet. You couldn’t help but smile at how excited they all were, especially Yoongi. This was the happiest you’d seen him. The boys were in their first outfits of the night so you were working on getting the next set ready when you felt your phone vibrating in your back pocket. Checking the message it was Rachel letting you know she was at the back door. You had told her you could get her into the sold out show using your connections. You made your way to the back entrance. You spotted her quickly and she made her way over but then you noticed something else that made your heart sink. Mina was following close behind her. You smiled at Rachel as she spoke, “Hi Y/N. Is there anyway that you could get Mina in too? We understand if you can’t but we thought it was worth a shot.” You just nodded, “Sure come with me.” You took the two of them over to security to get their backstage passes and then walked them to their seats. You let them know you had to get back to work and started walking back to the dressing room, praying that Yoongi wouldn’t notice her sitting there.

The show went great. The guys did an amazing job and the fans loved it. Everything on your end went smoothly too minus Jungkook “accidentally” ripping the buttons off of his shirt two minutes before they had to be back on stage so he had to perform the next few songs with his shirt half open. You had finally gotten everything packed up and were walking down the hall to find Rachel and Mina when you stopped suddenly, your heart sinking. There in front of you was Yoongi and Mina talking face to face. He had a big gummy smile on his face. He leaned over and kissed her cheek before wrapping her in a hug.

Your heart broke. You knew it was unlikely but deep down you had thought he was starting to get over her and maybe even falling for you. You thought about all the times he invited you into his studio or to the dorms. All the times he bought you dinner. Or the time he walked you home and took off his jacket to put around you when he noticed you shivering. It all felt like a lie and you felt dumb. He was clearly still in love with her even after how badly she hurt him.

Not wanting to witness any more you turned and sprinted for the door hoping to get home before the tears started falling. In the time it had taken you to run out of the venue Yoongi had walked over to Rachel asking where you’d gone. She let Yoongi know that she saw you running towards the door and before she could say anything else he was running after you.

You were now far enough from the venue that you felt comfortable returning to a walk instead of running. You were just enjoying the silence when you suddenly heard someone shouting your name. Turning around you saw Yoongi running towards you. He finally caught up to you out of breath. “Y/N why did you leave? I thought you were coming back to the dorms with me.” You faced away from him, “You looked like you had other plans.” You started to walk away again but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter, “I wanted to give this to you.” You were furious. He was seriously going to still have you play his messenger girl when he was just talking to Mina. You shoved him away from you, “Seriously Yoongi? You were just talking to her. Give it to her yourself.”, you shouted not caring how loud you were. Yoongi held up the letter again, “Please just read it. Then you never have to speak to me again if you don’t want to.” You snatched the letter out of his hand and read it out loud,”

“Y/N” you looked up at him and he was biting his lip, a nervous habit of his. You continued reading the letter,

“Y/N, I know you wrote the letter. You were just trying to protect my feelings. Thank you for saving me from even more heartbreak. I love you. I knew it the day I met you. I’m sorry that it took me so long to come to terms with it. Stuff like that is just hard for me sometimes. Love Yoongi.,”

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, “You knew I wrote the letter but you didn’t say anything?” Yoongi had a gummy smile, “I wanted to be romantic.” You both laughed at his attempt. At that moment he pulled you close and leaned in for a long awaited kiss.

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