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ChopStuck (Exo!Chen Oneshot)

Exo!Chen x Reader 

Fluff ❁

Highschool!AU

(Reader is a foreigner to Korea)

Y/b/n = Your brothers name

Word Count = 1470

        The scent of freshly cooked jjajangmyeon caused my mouth to water. It's my first time since Y/b/n, my older brother, and I had moved to South Korea. He'd been transferred here by the Army and insisted that we live outside of the military base. I didn't mind it much, only the fact that I am a foreigner that stands out from all of the natives. Nevertheless, I do my best to adjust. I sit with Y/b/n along with our next door neighbor while his mom cooks us a housewarming meal. The boy, Jongdae I believe his name was, doesn't say a word to me, he only smiles at me. I keep glancing at him and getting embarrassed when he looks at me. I try to hide behind Y/b/n. When Y/b/n noticed this, he struck up a conversation.

        "So, Kim Jongdae-" He's cut off.

        "You can just call me Jondae." He suggested with a smile.

        "Ah, so Jondae, what school do you attend?" Y/b/n asks.

        "I go to Daejeon Gwanjeo High School. I’m a senior." He replies.

        "Oh? Y/n is going to be going there soon. Starting next week actually." Y/b/n nudges me with his elbow. I nudge him back and readjust my glasses.

        "What are the odds? What grade are you in?" He asks. His eyes find mine and I quickly look away. I clear my throat before I speak.

        "I'm in the eleventh grade," I say, my pronunciation fails me and I start blushing. This causes Jongdae and Y/b/n to laugh. I cover my face in embarrassment. 

        "Eleventh grade." He corrected, holding back a giggle.    

        "It's not funny, I'm still learning." I pouted. As I said this, his mom came over with the finished food.

        "Eat up everyone, I made it especially for you." She took off her apron and sat down next to Jongdae, who's eyes had gotten three times larger at seeing the food. I don't blame him either, it was a very mouthwatering meal. 

        "Thank you, Eomeoni." Y/b/n thanked in perfect Korean, bowing his head lightly to her. I do the same. 

        Everybody picks up their chopsticks and started to pile noodles onto their plates. I did that same, sort of. I fiddled with the chopsticks and tried my hardest to hold them properly, but ultimately fail as they clink against the table. My hands cover my face in embarrassment as I hear someone giggle. I feel my cheeks getting red and pat them to make them stop. 

        “Do you need help, Y/n?” I hear Jongdae’s mom ask. I shake my head slightly, still covering my face.

        “Here,” Jongdae says. I jump when I feel his hand grab mine and pull it away from my face. He smiles at me and picks up the chopsticks, placing them in my trembling hands. He helps me hold them correctly and I blush at the close contact. He shows me the motion with his own and I try to mimic it.

        I fail horribly and they fall to the table once again. 

        “What’s the matter?” Jondae questions. I’m sure I’m red as a tomato now. Suddenly, I feel a flick on my forehead. I jump and rub the spot.

        “Yah! What was that for, Y/b/n?” I shout at him and he gives me a disapproving look.

        “Don’t play dumb, you know you can’t hold it with that hand.” He scolds, placing the chopsticks in my left hand.

        “Oh? You’re left-handed? I’m sorry I was so inconsiderate.” Jongdae apologizes.

        “No, no, it’s not your fault, I just didn’t want to be different from everyone else. It was bad enough being left-handed in America, I just don’t know what to expect here.” I explain. “But there’s no need to pay any more attention to me, let’s dig in,” I say as I reposition my glasses and finally grab the noodles and place them on my plate. 

        When I took my first bite, I let out a sigh of delight and ate some more. Slurping sounds was all that was heard through the house. My brother and Jongdae’s mom finished their food and stood up with their dishes. 

        “Would you two be so kind as to clean up when you’re finished?” His mom asked us. I still had a bunch of noodles streaming from my mouth, but managed a loud, “Mm!” in response. Jongdae smiled at me widely and looked to his mom.

        “Sure thing, Eomma. I’ll come home after.” He told her. She smiled at him and walked towards the front door. As she walks, I hear Y/b/n offer to walk her home. With the sound of a door closing, Jongdae and I were alone. I looked up at him once I had finished the last of my meal and he smiled at me, holding his hands out in front of him. I looked at him confused for a moment, but then realized he wanted my plate.

        “Oh, here you go.” I pass him the plates and pick up the empty food dish as we walk over to the kitchen. I clear off the counters as Jongdae starts filling the sink with dishwater. The silence is killing me, but I can’t think of anything to say. I grab us some cleaning gloves from under the sink.

        “Yah, we don’t need those, who cares if our hands get wet.” He turns away from the filling sink and grabs the gloves I’ve just retrieved. He tosses them to the side and grabs my own hands. 

        “Why hide such beautiful hands under such ugly gloves?” Jongdae asks as my cheeks turn bright red. I open and close my mouth, at a loss for words. “Do you play an instrument?” He asks, running his fingers over the calluses on my fingertips. I nod.

        “I play the guitar. I write some songs, I don’t sing though. My voice is crap.” I admit with a chuckle. He looks at me admirably and I smile at him. 

“Maybe we coul-” He was cut off by me.

“Jongdae! The water!” I shout, pointing at the overfilling sink and the giant cloud of suds on top.

        “Aish!” He says as he goes to turn the water off. I giggle at him and he narrows his eyes at me. “Yah, you think that’s funny?” I continue to laugh and nod. My laughing is stopped when a bunch of suds are shoved onto my face. I freeze in shock while Jongdae bursts out laughing. I wipe the suds off of my glasses and glare at him. 

        Next thing I know, I’m darting for the suds, grabbing them, and smashing them onto his head. He gasps loudly.

        “My hair! How could you, Y/n?” He asks in horror, his perfect hairstyle coming undone.

        “Aww, let’s all cry for Jongdae.” I make a crying motion with my fists and he starts throwing more suds at me. I laugh and return the attacks, dodging as best as I can. Water and suds are all over the floor, all over us. I go to push some into his face, but he fell back and we both slip and fall onto the floor. I look to see that I had fallen on top of him. 

        He lets out a heave from the impact and laughs, looking up at me. 

        “I knew you weren’t shy.” He states and I look at him in confusion.

        “What are you talking about?” I question. He smirks at me and brushes a hair out of my face. I blush a little.

        “You were acting like you’d never been in contact with a human at the beginning of dinner, but you changed quickly.” He flashes me a brilliant smile and I get off of him, blushing madly. “Yah, don’t pretend to be shy anymore.” He tells me as he sits up, leaning in close to me. I can feel his breath on my face, which I’m sure is flushing red right now. 

        We stare at each other in silence for what seems like forever when I hear Y/b/n shout.

        “Aigoo, I thought you guys would be done with the cleaning by now, but you’ve only made a bigger mess! How is that even possible?” He asks, putting his hands on his hips. I get up and bow deeply to my brother. Jongdae does the same. We both are trying to contain our laughter.

        “I apologize, hyung, I swear it will never happen again, lest I shall be punished,” I say as I drop to my knees. Jongdae snickers and follows suit.

        “I, too, apologize. Please forgive us.” Jongdae begs jokingly.

        “You two are weird, just get it done. And that’s not proper grammar, Y/N.” I put my hands over my head in the shape of a heart. Y/b/n gives a confused look and leaves. Once he’s gone, Jongdae and I start laughing again, actually starting to clean this time.

Lazy Daze

(gif isn’t mine)

Request: Hi! Could you write a lazy day with Henry Lau?

Type: Fluff ❁

Pairing: Henry Lau x Reader

Summary: You’ve just gotten home, at the crack of dawn, from working the night shift at the hospital. You find your beloved Henry dozing on the couch and decide to join in.

Word Count: 1104

A/N: It was so fun writing this, it’s so cute and I absolutely love Henry Lau. Literally, as I wrote, I was gushing over how cute they are and smiling to myself. It’s adorable.

        ‘Finally free!’ Those are my first thoughts as I drag myself through the apartment and flop onto the bed. The sun had begun to rise and I squint as a ray shines into my eyes. I feel around the bed, noticing that something is missing. Henry isn’t laying on his side like he usually is. I get up and look around the room in confusion. 

        I walk across the bedroom to our bathroom. "Henry?" I call out. No answer. I look around the apartment and see that he's nowhere to be found. He wasn’t in the spare room, where he keeps all of his instruments. He wasn’t in the laundry room, which figures since he hates doing laundry. He wasn’t in the kitchen either. 

        Having given up on my search, I go make myself a cup of tea. While I wait for the water to brew I hear movement in the living room. 

        I smirk at this. ‘He must’ve been hiding.’ I think to myself. I sneak over to the couch, where the noise came from. I look over, about to scare him, but notice that he’s not hiding from me at all. He’s been here on the couch the whole time, wrapped in a blanket, fast asleep. I smile at how innocent he looks when he’s sleeping.

        Deciding to let him sleep a little bit more, I change out of my scrubs into something fresh and comfy. I drink my steaming cup of tea, scrolling through my phone and munching on some snacks. I look up from my device when I hear movement again. 

        I walk back over to the couch, seeing him stirring. I smirk as an idea comes into my head. I get up onto the back of the couch, rolling off of it onto his sleeping form. He groans and shifts his position as I lay beside him. His eyes crack open slightly. He immediately wraps his arms around me and buries his face in my neck.

        “When did you get back.” He asks groggily. I feel him kiss my collar bone multiple times.

        “About 20 minutes ago, I didn’t want to wake you,” I said as I stroked his hair, separating a piece to plait. I giggle as his hold on my becomes tighter and he lets out a sleepy groan. His breath is hot against my skin as he sighs loudly, kissing my collarbone one more time.

        “I don’t want to do anything today.” He says after a while, lifting his head to look at me. I caress his cheek and give him a sweet kiss on his lips. He kisses back, giving me a few more pecks on my cheeks.

        "We can stay here all day if you want," I say, smiling at his cuteness. He begins to shift on the couch so that I am underneath him. I wrap my arms around his neck as I’m peppered with sleepy kisses.

        “Y/N,” Henry whispers. His fingers brush across my chin, grabbing it.

        “What?” I ask in return, as he begins to bring my lips close to his. When we get close enough that our lips are barely touching, he speaks again.

        “Your hair looks really wild.” He chuckles. My hand instinctively runs through my messy hair, getting tangled. 

        “Oh my gosh, Henry,” I say as I blush and push away from him. He laughs and tries to hold me back, gripping my waist. I get on top of him, turning on my back while he grabs my wrists. He holds them down across my chest and I feel his legs wrap around me to keep me in place.

        I struggle against him, giggling as I slip out of his grip. I roll onto the floor and try to crawl away. I squeal as I see him coming after me.

        “Oh no, you don’t.” He says as he grabs my legs, stopping me from crawling away.

        “Agh!” I scream as he starts dragging me back to the couch. “Ow, ow!” I wince as he stops dragging me and looks at me with concerned eyes. He puts my feet down and goes to my side.

        “Are you okay, Y/n? Where does it hurt?” He asks frantically, inspecting my body. I bite back a giggle and push him away, running towards the bedroom. He stalls for a moment, gathering what just happened.“You little faker!” He calls as he gets up to chase me.

        I get to the room and close the door, holding it closed so he can’t get in. He gets to it, wiggling the doorknob and trying to get in, but finds that it’s blocked. 

        “Yah! Open the door or I will be forced to use force!” He shouts as I laugh uncontrollably. I keep my hold on the door as he starts pushing. My strength being outmatched by him, the door is slowly opened.

        I try to hide behind the door, but Henry grabs me, pulling me by my wrists. Next thing I know, I’m thrown over his shoulder.

       “Yah! Let me down!” I demand, hitting his back with my fists and kicking my legs. He only laughs at me as I am taken back down the hall.

        “Not a chance, Jagi, you said we could stay on the couch all day, so that’s what we’re doing.” He says, placing me on the couch and cuddling up to me, fingers entangled in my hair. I smile at him, wrapping my arms around him as his head rests on my chest. 

        “I wouldn’t mind staying here forever, especially with you,” I admit, kissing his forehead. He lifts his head to give me a long, passionate kiss. Before the kiss gets any more heated, he stops and lays his head back on my chest, hugging me close to him. Henry lets out a chuckle before speaking.

        "You're heart's beating super fast. Did I do that?" He asks slyly. I roll my eyes at him.

        "Oh, shut up," I poke his side and he giggles. We stay like that, breaths slowing as we both fall asleep in each other's arms.

They’re caught doing it (BTS Reaction)

Jungkook

He would be very angry. Very angry, indeed. He had figured since the dorm was empty, he could use this time to go down on you. All of the members were out and so he felt it was perfect. Now he’s barely even started when Jin barges in his room asking if he knew where his phone was. Jungkook would just glare at him until he’d scared him away.

“Lock the damn door!” He would shout as Jin cracks the door just enough to get his hand in and lock it.

J-hope

J-hope would just be shocked. He was in the middle of “eating” when the door was suddenly thrown open to reveal Namjoon. He immediately scurried out of the room, leaving you two frozen in shock. There was no erasing that memory. (Poor Namjoon)

“So, that just happened.” He’d say, trying to make a joke out of it.

Jimin

He would immediately try to cover him and yourself when Jungkook enters the room without knocking. There would be an awkward silence before Jungkook would rush out. Jimin would get all flustered and embarrassed afterward, not wanting to continue.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Jimin would whine, burying his face in a pillow.

Suga

He’d see Taehyung enter the living room that you two were currently in and just stare blankly. His exact thoughts would be, ‘Well, fuck.’ He knew it was an accident waiting to happen, so he wasn’t too shocked when you both had actually gotten caught. You only have yourselves to blame.

“Welp, it was bound to happen.” He’d say, blank expression ever present on his face.

Jin

Upon the door being barged through by Hoseok, Jin would already be screaming. This would cause Hoseok to scream as well, scrambling out of the room. He would scream all the way down the hall. Jin would feel embarrassed, clutching his fastbeating heart, while you try to calm him.

“Why doesn’t anybody ever knock!” He’d shout, being pulled into a hug by you as you console him.

RM

Namjoon’s reaction would be similar to Jungkook’s. You two were in the privacy of his bedroom when Jimin just casually walked in. It would take him a while to notice you guys and when he does, he’d jump.

“We’re a little bit busy here, if you don’t mind.” He’d say, and with that, Jimin would get the picture and leave.

V

There would be an awkward moment of silence when Yoongi accidentally walked in on you two. Yoongi would just stare at him, the atmosphere would be very uncomfortable. After seeing that Yoongi was still there, Taehyung decides to say something.

“Get out.” He’d say, plain and simply, and Yoongi would try to get out of there as fast as he can, tripping over himself a little.

They find your little notes (Exo Reaction)

Baekhyun

While rummaging through his bag for his clothes, he saw something peculiar. Something that wasn’t there when he’d packed it. He saw a small container of tteokbokki with a note attached to it. He picked it up and opened it. It read, “I know you don’t like hot foods, but this can really spice up your life.” There was a winky face drawn next to it.

Baekhyun gulps as he looks to the tteokbokki. ‘For Y/N.’ He thought to himself as he opened the container and took one out. He took a minimal bite, expecting his taste buds to sear in pain. Although that didn’t happen. In fact, they were quite mild. He looked at the note in confusion, turning it around. “Sike, I know you’re too sensitive to eat anything spicy. Enjoy!” It said with a kissy face.

He couldn’t help but laugh at this little prank. He knew only you’d do something like this.

D.O.

Kyungsoo was ready for the next few hours of practice but was already panting from the warmup. He’d decided to grab some water for himself. However, while he was drinking, he saw something weird through the water. It looked like something was written on the inside of the wrapper of the water bottle. Pulling the wrapper off, he read the little note. It said, “I see you’re thirsty, but sadly I can’t be there to quench it. So, drink up!”

He noticed a little tiny drawing that looked like a chibi version of you. He blushed at how cute and creative you could be. He found this super adorable.

Chen

You were always asleep when he left and he never woke you. He didn’t want to disturb you. So it came as a surprise when he found a note in his practice bag. He opened it and saw a drawing of a rose. The words read, “Roses are red, but sometimes they’re thorny. When you’re gone all day, I get really...” it trailed off and he turned to the back of the card, blushing at what he anticipated it to say. He was taken aback when he read it.

“...Corny. I know what you were thinking, shame on you. You should get back to practice instead of thinking dirty thoughts.” He laughed loudly and put the letter away. He made a mental note to get payback when he got home.

Sehun

Sehun was one of the more dedicated dancers in the groups. He’d practice so much that, sometimes, he wouldn’t get time to spend with you. Whenever you would find him, he’d be practicing and it would be close to impossible to stop him. So you decided to give him a little gift, to show him how you felt.

He was in the bathroom at the studio, changing into his practice clothes, when he noticed something at the bottom of his bag. It was a lollipop with a note tied to it. “I know you love lollipops, I also know you’re not supposed to eat sweets. You can’t have your lollipop if I can’t have mine.” It said. There was a little red devil doodled on the side. He laughed at your actions of revenge and put the candy back.

Suho

You’d often see Junmyeon looking very stressed. Being the leader of Exo, he had most of the spotlight. He was their example and he had to be responsible. Whenever one of the members have a problem, they go to him for help and he can never say no. You love that he has such a good heart and he loves to help others, but he needed to think of himself every once and a while. Whenever you would see him in a super stressed mood, you would hide a container of his favorite sushi and a motivational quote in his bag.

It would always make his day. Being someone who has to basically take care of his group, it felt nice for him to be cared for and thought of. He loved how you would always be there to relieve him of any stresses he had.

Kai

(Look at dis shy baby)

It was Jongin’s first time back at practice ever since he’d injured his ankle. He’d been so upset that he couldn’t dance and you saw his eyes burn with a passion to move. He was very limited, but once that cast came off, he was the happiest guy in the world. He proudly walked into the practice room and reached into his bag.

He pulled out his shoes and found a folded piece of paper inside. He unfolded it and read it. “Break a leg, Jongin-ah! Although this time, just go along with the metaphor, not everything needs to be taken seriously. Hehe~” He smiles at this, giggling at your joke. He had a feeling this was coming, you’d never pass up a joke like that.

Xiumin

Lately, Minseok has been getting some criticism about his weight and was feeling a bit insecure. He was such a people pleaser that he’d sacrifice his own happiness for theirs. It broke your heart to see him bending over backward for them. You wanted him to feel comfortable inside his own body and not change for anyone but himself. He was perfect the way he was and you wanted him to know that.

As he arrived at the studio, he received a text from you. “Hai, Min-min! I don’t know if you’re practicing right now and I know they take your phones during practice, but hopefully, you get this before then. I know you are working hard to lose weight and whatnot, but I want you to know that you can’t let those fans destroy you. I love your spirit and I don’t want it to be broken. Your heart is golden and you can’t let a few hate comments dim it. I love you so much, so don’t be too hard on yourself, I hate seeing you upset. Have a good day and be safe, Min-min!❤️”

He couldn’t help but blush at this, his heart fluttered. Your words gave him a happiness he didn’t know he could have and it showed.

Chanyeol

Most people thought of Chanyeol as intimidating and mature. They didn’t know the real Park Chanyeol. In reality, he was a giant teddy bear. He’d get shy it the tiniest things and always gets flustered. You found it cute. He was the polar opposite of what people would expect. That’s why you’d always try to find new ways to make him blush. He was tearing through his bag, looking for his other sock when a note fell out.

“So I was at home the other day and I walked past a pile of clothes, I immediately thought, ‘don’t worry laundry, nobodies doing me, either.’ I figure we should change that tonight.” It read. Chanyeol gave his usual reaction. He couldn’t stop thinking about that note all through practice and even got scolded. He didn’t care, though. He knew he was in for a treat tonight.

Lay

Yixing was such a goofball, but he was also a sweetheart. He would always leave you cute gifts and notes around the house for you to find. You loved them, but you weren’t really one to do things like that in return. That’s why it came to him as a surprise when he’d found one in the front pocket of his bag. He picked it up and read it.

“Stop being so freaking attractive. I have work to do but instead, I’m over here daydreaming about you. Stop distracting me.” His laughs were heard throughout the studio and he quickly showed the others.

Can you do a Drabble of Park Jimin, #3 and 12? Thank you!

Park Jimin + #3 & #12:

“How do I look?”

“I like your ____ it’s/they’re cute.

(Y/N has one mono lid and one double lid)

Jimin and I were getting ready for dinner with the group. Not just any dinner, like your local barbecue. No, we were about to eat at a very prestigious restaurant in Seoul; Pierre Gagnaire à Séoul. I usually don’t go out with Jimin, his manager says to keep our relationship low key, but this time, he invited me to come along. He wants us to go public. Although Jimin and I were over the moon about being able to do this, I’m still a bit nervous. I’ll be in the spotlight 24/7. I can’t hide anymore.

I adjust my dress, trying to figure out if it’s better to show more skin, less, or none at all. This is going to be the first time the public sees me, since that time, a few months back, when Jimin and I were caught in the car together. They didn’t see my face though. I have to make a good impression to boost Jimin’s career, as his manager put it. “No pressure!” He’d told me and all I could do was fake smile while I was panicking inside.

Standing in the mirror, with this gorgeous dress on, I feel a bit out of place. Jimin walks in the room, towel around his waist, having just gotten out of the shower. He sees me and pauses to look at me in awe.

“Who are you and what did you do with Y/N?” He moves to hug me from behind, is body still dripping with water. I giggle and try to push him away.

“Yah, not the dress, it’s brand new!” I say as he holds onto me tighter.

“I don’t care, I didn’t know my Y/N could get even more beautiful, but you proved me wrong.” Jimin kisses my neck and then let’s go. I smile at him as he goes to choose his outfit and change. I begin to start on my makeup. As I begin, I realize how difficult it will be. I don’t often wear makeup, mainly because it’s difficult for me to do my eyeshadow correctly. I always do it well on my double lid, but my mono lid always looks terrible. I’ve wanted to get surgery, but Jimin won’t let me even look at a plastic surgeon.

I’m looking in the mirror, struggling to close one eye so I can put eyeliner on. There are smudged tissues next to me from the hundred times that I’ve messed up.

“Argh! This stupid liner. I look like like a clown.” I say, wiping off the line I started. I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. Jimin walks out and sees my conflict with the makeup. He comes over to help me.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, still buttoning his shirt.

“I’m just having trouble doing my eyeliner. I’ve got the double lid, but the mono lid keeps smudging when I blink. It’s just so hooded. Why can’t you just let me get surgery, my mono lid makes me look like a freak.” I complain.

“Yah, I like your mono lid, it’s cute. Besides, I have two mono lids. You just have to learn to apply it differently. Let me show you how to do it.” He takes the eyeliner from me and I close my eyes. I feel it drag across my eyelid. “You have to keep your eye downward and fan it so it dries and doesn’t smudge. And for this eye, you’ll need to apply a bit more, so it matches your other eye.” He explains. I giggle.

“When did you become a makeup exper?” I ask with a smirk.

“My makeup artist just explains to me how she does my makeup. I’ve learned a few things.” He says as he finishes up. I look in the mirror and see that my makeup looks amazing now. He even added some eyeshadow to define the look. I smile at him.

“How do I look?” I ask him and he gives me a peck on the lips.

“You tell me.”

“I look so different, but a good kind of different.” I say, looking at myself in awe. “Thank you, Jimin! I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Jimin grabs my hand and kisses it. He catches a glimpse of his own watch and gasps.

“Where gonna be late, Y/N. We gotta hurry.” He says, rushing to put his shoes on. I put on a pair of earrings and tease my hair a bit before grabbing my purse and walking out of the door. I’m followed by Jimin as he locks the door behind us and slips his hand around my waist. He leads me to a limo that is waiting for us and opens the door for me. Once we get in, we set off to the restaurant.

Sunny Burns (Exo!Kai)

Type: Fluff ❁

Pairing: Exo!Kai x Reader

A/N: I swear, y’all. Your hearts gonna friggin melt. He can be so cute, I swear.

Summary: It’s a nice summer day, so Y/N, Jongin, and their son, Jun-ha decide to go to the beach. After a lack of protection, Jongin and Jun-ha end up nursing their massive sunburns. Hopefully Y/N can put up with theirwhining.

Jongin, Jun-ha, and I are sitting in the living room, watching tv. Jun-ha is coloring a picture of what appears to be a dog and often gets up to show us his progress. I glance over at Jongin, seeing him looking bored. His head nods off as he’s falling asleep. I push him to wake him up and he sits up straight.

“Jongin, let’s go out today. It’s so nice out and I’d hate to waste the entire day inside.” I tell him. He smiles at me and stands up. Jun-ha does the same, having heard everything. They beam excitedly, running into the room. I hear drawers and closet doors open and close. I wait patiently, waiting for an explanation to what they have planned. Usually Jongin will start preparing for something before he’s even positive it’s going to happen.

The two emerge from the bedroom holding up their swim trunks. I raise an eyebrow at them while they grin at me.

“Care to explain?” I ask after a few moments of silence.

“Let’s go to the beach!” Jongin suggests, sounding like a schoolgirl who just got asked out.

“Please, Mommy!” Jun-ha begs. He smiles his best smile. I smile back and roll my eyes.

“I’ll pack the snacks.” I say, moving from my spot. Jongin and Jun-ha start dancing around, excitedly. I giggle as I go to get ready.

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The car ride to the beach is filled with singing and laughter. I look back to and see Jun-ah looking happy as can be. He kicks his legs in his car seat while he sings along to the kids radio. Jongin and I sing with him, making him giggle.

We arrive at the beach in a flash. Jongin unloads the car while I unbuckle Jun-ah. When I put him on the sand, he runs back to the car, looking for something.

“What is it, Jun-ah?” I ask as he moves his toys around. He jumps back out and holds up his tiny pair of sunglasses. I giggle at him, kissing his head. He makes his way over to the beach towel that Jongin set up. Jun-ah removes his sandals and his shirt. He starts running towards the tide, but is stopped by Jongin picking him up.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?” He asks Jun-ah. He puts him down to strap on his life vest.

“Am I ready now, Daddy?” He asks, bundling with excitement. Right as Jongin is about to say yes, I interrupt them.

“Not yet. You guys haven’t applied sunscreen yet.” I tell them, applying some to myself.

“Aw, come on, Y/N. We don’t need sunscreen, it’s only for sensitive people. And we’re strong, aren’t we Jun-ah?” He asks, his son nodding enthusiastically.

“Fine, go have fun.” I say, sitting in my beach chair. They giggle as they run towards the water. I watch them play with each other, relaxing in the summer heat. Jun-ah squeals with laughter as he swims the best he can. He and Jongin are hit with wave after wave. They wave at me as I watch them with a smile on my face. I wave back.

After a while, they get out of the water and start building a sandcastle. The tide washes it away a few times and I laugh, getting up to help them. We grab the plastic pails and shovels, creating our tiny castle. When we’ve finished, Jun-ah excitedly stabs the flag into the top. I take a few pictures of them next to our masterpiece.

“Okay, guys, time for lunch.” I say, opening our cooler and pulling out our sandwiches.

“Thank you, Mommy!” Jun-ah says, accepting his sandwich.

“Yes, thank you, Mommy.” Jongin kisses my cheek, grabbing his sandwich as well. I smile at them, taking a bite out of my food. As we eat, Jun-ah rubs his arms and winces.

“Mommy, my skin hurts.” He tells me. I look and see that he’s red all over. Both of them are.

“What did I say?” I ask smiling at them while they squirm in their burnt skin.

“Y/N, it really hurts.” Jongin whines. “Do you have any aloe vera?”

“Nope, I only brought sunscreen, didn’t think we’d need aloe because we’d have sunscreen on us. But you insisted you didn’t need it.” I say sarcastically. I laugh at Jongin’s shiny red skin.

“Come on, Y/N! It hurts.”

“Mommyyyy!” Jun-ah joins in.

“Fine.” I give in, grabbing the bottle of aloe I had prepared and smearing some on their burns. “Now, what did we learn?” I ask.

“Always wear sunscreen?” Jun-ah guesses. I smirk at him.

“Mommy is always right.” I correct.

“Oh, yes, she is.” Jongin agreed, kissing me.

“Ewww!” Jun-ah screams in childish disgust.

He Catches You Singing His Song - Got7

JB

JB was in the other room when heard the melody of his song, Sunrise. He raised an eyebrow in confusion, following the sound. When he saw you singing while washing the dishes, he was so surprised. He knew you didn’t speak very much Korean, but when he heard you singing his song, word for word, he felt so proud. He watched while you sang and cleaned.

Mark

You and Mark were be hanging out when you started doing an impression of him. You started to goofily sing OMW. You even imitated his voice, beginning to strut around like he would. Mark just laughed, denying that he sounds or walks like that. But you’d keep on.

Bambam

You and Bambam were joking around with each other. He mocked you playfully, so you jumped on the couch and started singing his song, Party, in a silly voice. You danced around as he cringed at the degradation of his song but soon joined in, laughing along.

Jinyoung

Jinyoung was laying down with you, just relaxing. You started humming a tune familiar to him. It was his song, My Youth. You started to sing softly as he smiled at you. He joined in and you both harmonized with each other. He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve you, but he knew he could never let you go. You were too perfect.

Youngjae

Youngjae was fast asleep, yet it was past noon. You’d decided it was time to wake him up. You went up to his sleeping form and began singing Nobody Knows. He stirred at the soft singing and cracked his eyes open to look at you. He smiled, pulling you close to cuddle as he started to fall back asleep. You saw this and rolled your eyes, deciding to let him sleep a little longer.

Jackson

Jackson was just coming home from work. When he walked through the door, you jumped up and smirked at him. He smirked back the exact same way. You both soon break out singing. You shout the words to his song, Papillon. We dance around goofily, singing loudly.

𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝐴 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑜? (𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝐿𝑎𝑢)

𝑇𝑦𝑝𝑒: 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝐿𝑎𝑢 𝑥 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑦 𝑗𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑜 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠𝑘 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑖𝑓 ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑐, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.

𝐴/𝑁: 𝐻𝑖 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒. 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠, 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐼 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑗𝑜𝑦!

𝐵𝑎𝑏𝑦 𝐼’𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔~

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠~

𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙~

Music rings through the halls of the house. It was Henry, doing what he does best. His music flows from his soul and into any instrument he plays. It was always beautiful to hear. I see how every moment he spends in the room of music, is a moment spent in heaven for him. I’ve never quite understood his passion, but I love watching it in action.

I walk down the hall in the direction of the melody, my bare feet smacking the cold floor. I curl my toes, wishing I’d put on my slippers. The sound of Henry’s voice gets louder as I approach. As I listen, I realize that he’s singing It’s You, it’s one of my favorite songs of his. He doesn’t notice me as I walk up to the other opposite side of the piano. He often plays with his eyes closed.

“Tryna hold back, you oughtta know that you’re the one that’s on my mind.” He sings, scrunching his face a bit. “I’m falling too fast. Deeply in love. Finding the magic in the colors of you.

Every since I’d started dating him, he’d taught me how to sing. I wasn’t very good before, but he taught me certain techniques and skills. He even taught me how to harmonize. Which is exactly what I begin doing as he continues singing.

“𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

He looks at me, but doesn’t falter from playing. He smiles as he sings. I smile back, resting my chin on my hands as he continues before I jump back in.

𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒, 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐼𝑡'𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢.

I stop singing and Henry looks at me with the most loving eyes. He appears to be singing to me now. I blush, smiling at him. His voice has always captivated me, but so did watching him play. The way he handled the piano so carefully. He didn’t bang on the keys, but rather bounced from one chord to another with grace.

The amount of passion that Henry puts into his music is incredible. It’s one of the things I love about him. I envy his skill with instruments, because I was never able to pick it up as a child, but it’s heartwarming to watch him.

As he finishes his song, he gets up and gives me a big hug.

“You’re getting so good.” He says, picking me up.

“I learned from the best.” I smile at him. “Can you teach me this? It’s so pretty. If not it’s okay, I’m just not really good at playing piano.” I admit.

“Of course I’ll teach you!” He says excitedly. He motions for me to sit down and he stands behind me. I put my fingers on the keys, ready for instruction.

“So first, you’re going to press the notes, G A B A G, with your right hand? And on the second A, you’ll press B with your left.” He tells me. I hover my fingers over the keys and then look at him.

“Uh, where are they?” I ask sheepishly.

“Oh, right." He laughs, playing the notes for me. I copy them slowly, trying to remember which ones he played. He waits patiently as I try to get used to the keys. When I finally get it down, he guides me through the song.

“But since this part is the climax of a song, you’re going to add a crescendo to make the song more heartfelt.” He explains as I stare at him blankly.

“What’s a crescendo?” I ask, when he shows no sign of explaining.

“Oh, yeah, a crescendo is where you start the part of the song off softly and then gradually get louder. Like turning up a dial.” He demonstrates for me. “Got it?”

“I think so... I get that I have no business playing the piano.” I laugh.

“Aw, come on, babe. Let’s just continue, we’re almost finished.” Henry pleads. I let out an exaggerated sigh and nod.

“Alright, what’s next?” I ask, as he continues to teach me.

You Fall Asleep/He Falls Asleep - Exo

Suho

You and Junmyeon were watching a movie together. It was one of your favorite movies, but Junmyeon had never seen it. So you forced him to watch it. Halfway through the movie, when he was just getting into it, he looked down and noticed you dozing on his shoulder. He tried not to wake you as he watched the rest of the movie, loving how you cuddled into him.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol was sitting with you on the couch. You had both just gotten home from work and he was telling you about his day. For a while, you listened intently, loving how thorough he was about his day. Although, you were very drained from your day, as well. In the middle of him talking your ear off, he was interrupted by a soft snore. When he noticed you were asleep, he couldn’t help but smile at you. 

Chen

Most of the time, you and Jongdae would just order out for food. But, every once in a while, you would cook a big meal for the two of you. He always loved your cooking and finished all of his food, gratefully. Tonight, you made his favorite, lamb kebab and veggies with rice. He was very happy with that and ate everything he was given. He went to go get changed afterward and you began to clean up. When you called for him to help you with the cleaning, you received no answer. You found out why when you went into your room and found him fast asleep. Of course, he’d fall asleep. 

Lay

You had been out with your girls and out clubbing. It was very early in the morning when Yixing got a call that you needed to be picked up. You were extremely drunk yet, somehow, he still found you extremely beautiful. After your rant of nonsense, he hauled you up on his back and began walking home with you. 

“Aigoo, why’d you get so drunk, Y/N? You’re even heavier when you get like this.” He whines. When he gets no response, he looks over his shoulder and sees you fast asleep. He shook his head to himself and chuckled, deciding to just let you rest.

Kai

It was that time of the month for you and you were having cramps. Luckily, Jongin was there for you. He did everything you could, put together your weirdest cravings, put on your favorite movies, and cuddled with you. As you laid on his lap, groaning and crying, he stroked your hair and tried to soothe you. You had a heating pad to your stomach and Jongin was rubbing your back. When your noises of pain stopped, he looked down and saw you fast asleep. He didn’t dare move, but wiped your tears and continued to stroke your hair.

D.O.

Kyungsoo had just gotten home from work and huffed loudly as he dropped his bag by the door. He walked straight to the room and found it empty, as well as every other room in the house.

“Jagiya?” He called, walking into the living room. When he came around the sofa, he noticed a lump underneath a blanket. He pulled back the blanket just enough to see your sleeping face. He couldn’t help but smile as he planted a kiss on your forehead.

Baekhyun

Usually, when morning came, you were the first one up. You’d always be dressed, cooking breakfast, and ready for the day. However, today was different. It seemed that the events from the day before had drained you and you were too tired to get up early. So Baekhyun woke up before you. He stretched, rolling over and realizing you were still in bed. He propped himself up on his elbow and gazed at you, admiring your unconscious beauty. He didn’t get to see you like this often.

Sehun

It was Sunday and, for you and Sehun, that meant it was a lazy day. You both had chosen a book to read and made some tea. You cuddled up on the couch, still in your pj’s and Sehun began to read to you. You were both spooning, your head resting on his arm when the comfortability had started to get to you. Your eyes got heavy and Sehun saw you drifting off. 

He kissed your cheek and whispered, “Sweet dreams, love.” He softly set down the book and wrapped his arms around you, falling asleep as well.

Xiumin

When it came to watching movies, you were often the one who fell asleep first. So it came as a surprise when you and Minseok were snuggled up, watching a movie, and you heard snoring. His head was resting on your chest and you placed a kiss on his head as you looked at him lovingly. You noticed how cute he looked, eyes fluttering and fist balled up like a baby would. He was your cute little baozi and you were so happy you got to see him like this.

Chae Hyungwon + #6:

“Let me kiss you!”

(Y/N is 5′1)

Sometimes, living with a tall person like Hyungwon makes things a bit difficult. He and I would split up the chores, I clean the floors and cook and he washes dishes and counters. The only problem is that he tends to put things on the top shelf. And to top it all off, I’m about a foot shorter than he is. Because of this, he often grabs things for me that are too high. I hate that I’m so short, but for some reason, he finds this extremely cute.

We’ve just had a deep clean and rearrangement of the apartment and I’m getting ready to cook dinner. I grab some beef from the freezer and put some rice in the rice cooker. Hyungwon is asleep after cleaning so much and because he’s a sleepyhead, so I thought I’d get a head start on dinner. While I thaw the meat, I chop some vegetables.

Once I’ve got everything cooking, I realize that I’ve forgotten to grab spices. I open the spice cabinet, only to find that the spices that I need are at the very top. I huff in frustration. He always does this.

“Freaking Hyungwon,” I say to myself as I begin climbing onto the counter. As I start to lift myself up, a sleepy Hyungwon walks into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a yawn. I roll my eyes at him.

“Trying to get some spices that someone put on the top shelf,” I answer, struggling to keep my balance.

“Do you want my help? I can just reach up and grab it for you.” He offers.

“No. I don’t need help, I can do it.” I say stubbornly. I wobble and lose my balance, feeling myself leaning back. I gasp and try to grab onto the cabinet. As I give my best attempt at balance, I’m stabilized by Hyungwon holding my legs. He pushes me toward the cabinet and raises his eyebrows at me.

“You don’t need my help?” He taunts with a smirk. I pout at him, turning back to the cabinet and grabbing the spices that I need. I find my way down and stick my tongue out at him in a childish way.

“Just ‘cuz I’m small doesn’t mean I can't reach high things,” I say, seasoning the food and putting it in the pot. I’ve decided on making a pot roast and once Hyungwon realizes, his eyes light up.

“You’re making pot roast? You’re the best, Y/N!” He smiles childishly. I smile back, walking up to him.

“I know, that’s why you love me,” I reply, leaning up to kiss him. Although, instead of leaning down to meet me, he tilts his head upward. “Yah! What are you doing?”

“You said just because you’re small doesn’t mean you can’t reach things, so I’ll let you get up here yourself,” Hyungwon says with a smirk. I scowl at him, standing on my tippy toes and trying to kiss him. I try jumping, to no effect. 

“Ughhh, let me kiss you!” I pout, wrapping my arms around his neck. He keeps his head tilted back, laughing to himself. I jump up and wrap my legs around his waist, holding myself up when he refuses to. I try to tilt his head down to me but he keeps holding it back.

“You’re such a pain!” I say, giving up. Hyungwon giggles and holds me up when I try to get down. He leans down and kisses me passionately. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and deepen the kiss. He sets me on the counter, hands running up my back. My fingers find themselves entangled in his hair.

When we pull away, Hyungwon smirks down at me.

“You don’t need my help?” He asks, tauntingly. I pout at him and look away.

“Maybe I do,” I admit under my breath.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t quite hear you. Could you say that louder?” Hyungwon asks. I scowl at him and smack his lips, pushing him away from me.

“Yah, why’d you do that?” He asked, rubbing his lips. I got off the counter.

“I need to finish cooking, can you help me and set up the table?” I ask, putting on a cute face. He narrows his eyes at me but does what he’s told. I smile to myself, knowing that, in the end, I still won.

A/N: So when I got this request, I kind of assumed that it was from my first drabble list, because of the context. So if anyone was confused, I wrote this based off of #6 on my first drabble list.

You Play A Scary Prank On Them (Monsta X)

Kihyun

Kihyun zones out sometimes, so you decided to take that as a chance to scare him. You crept up behind him while he was in his thoughts and grabbed his shoulders forcefully while screaming. He’d jump so high, but started laughing to cover up the fact that he’d just gotten frightened.

I.M.

You could never scare Changkyun. He was impossible to startle, even the tiniest bit. So every time you would attempt to get him to scream, he’d just mock you. He’d scream in an exaggerated way and pretend to be afraid, which would make you pout and leave, trying to think of another way to scare him.

Shownu

Whenever Hyunwoo would be working, you’d always like to sneak up on him. He was the easiest person in the world to scare. His eyes would always go wide and then, immediately after, he’d look at you with a face saying, “Really?” This happened all the time and his reactions were priceless.

Minhyuk

Oh, this poor baby. He was like a child when it came to you scaring him. It would always go one of three ways. 1: He’d scream and clutch his chest like his heart would fall out. 2: He’d jump and then start whining about you laughing, claiming that it wasn’t funny. 3: His eyes would go wide and he’d just stare at you. Each of these reactions was absolutely hilarious.

Wonho

Hoseok didn’t get scared by that many things, but unlucky for him, you’d always know which things scared him the most. Every time you would scare him, he’d always crack up, giving you props for startling him. Although, in his mind, he’s secretly thinking of ways to get you back. He knows what scares you, too.

Hyungwon

Let me get something straight. Hyungwon doesn’t get scared. Like ever. Whenever you attempt to scare him, he just looks at you. Not just any look, though. He looks at you as if he’s silently judging you for even trying. No matter what you tried, this was always the outcome. Hyungwon was impossible to scare.

Jooheon

Complete opposite of Hyungwon. Jooheon was the easiest person to scare. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even try to scare him and he’d get startled. It was really funny. His look was priceless, too. He would always just stare, his eyes going wide and his mouth agape. No one was easier to startle than Jooheon.

Blind Miracle

Type: Fluff

Pairing: Exo!Chen x Reader

Summary: Turns out blind dates are so much harder than they seem. You find that out when meeting up with someone very unexpected

A/N: I’ve been gone for a while, but here’s a little something to warm your hearts on Christmas. I hope you guys like it. Merry Christmas!

Word Count: 1,252

4:53 pm

Agh! I’m so late! How could I be so stupid as to overlook the time like this? I was supposed to be there at 4:30! Not to mention, my phone died. I rush through the snowy streets, doing my best to not slip on any ice. I blink snowflakes off my eyelashes as I hurry to my destination. Why are the streets so crowded? I find myself having to weave between people on the sidewalk and bumping a few.

I breath a sigh of relief once I reach the destination. I’m here for a blind date and we decided on a café for lunch. I walk in, shaking the snow off my jacket as I remove it. The place is packed, but there’s one table that only as one person sitting alone. Thank God, I thought he would’ve left. He’s got a book in front of him, as well as a steaming cup of coffee. 

He looks up from his book and we make eye contact. My heart jumps. I smile and wave at him, walking towards him. He waves back, eyes a little wide as his returns the smile. I set my jacket on the back of the seat and sit down.

“Hi, sorry I’m so late. I completely lost track of time. And I was going to call, but my phone died and I couldn’t tell you I was gonna be late.” I ramble as I settle in. I set my purse to the side and quickly plug my phone in to one of the outlets to charge while we’re here. I look back at him apologetically, hoping he’s not upset. He shakes his head.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.” He replies. I could tell that he was examining me as soon a I sat down. I blush a little as he holds my gaze.

“Ah- You already ordered.” I say, pointing to his coffee.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He chuckles nervously. I smile at him.

“It’s completely fine, I was the one who was late and I would’ve been more upset if you’d have waited for me. You look really good, by the way.” I compliment him. He smiles and looks off the the side, trying to hide his bashfulness.

“You look nice, too.” My smile grows wider at his words.

“Thank you! Soo, what’s that you’re reading?” I ask him, gesturing towards the book.

“Oh, this? It’s a book about a man who found out that his brother is going to try and kill him so he can use his life insurance money. It’s really suspenseful. I like a book that can keep me on edge.” He says, a smile playing on his face. I smile back, leaning towards him a bit as he speaks. As we talk, a server comes over.

“Hello, I’m sorry for the wait. Is everything okay here? Do you want to order a drink or any refills?” She asks. She looks spent. It’s apparent in her tone that she’s annoyed and just wants to be out of here.

“I’ll have a hot chocolate, please.” I say as she writes down my order. She huffs and walks away, quickly.

“She doesn’t look like she’s having a good time.” He jokes. I giggle a little.

“She’s trying. I can tell. Most other servers have a snappy attitude and don’t put a lot of effort into their job. But she still kept her polite attitude, even if her cheeriness was a little on the downside. She’s doing a good job, given the circumstances.” I explain with a light smile on my face.

“Wow, you got all that from a few seconds of talking to her?” He questions. I nod.

“I used to be a server when I was in high school. I know a few things.” I giggle.

“That’s good, it sounds like a good experience.” He replies.

“Yeah, it really was.” It takes a few minutes for my hot chocolate to get here. I thank and tip the server, smiling as I take in the scent of chocolaty goodness.

“So, why hot chocolate instead of coffee?” He asks as I take a sip of my drink.

“Well, it is almost Christmas, so it’s in season. And also, I love it. It makes me feel like a child again.” I say, smiling to myself. He snickers a little as I take another sip.

“What’s so funny, huh?” I inquire smirking as I roll my eyes. 

“Oh, it’s nothing.” He responds, obviously lying. I narrow my eyes at him, but go back to drinking my hot chocolate. Once I finish, I place my cup down and sigh, smiling contently. He laughs again.

“Alright, what is it?” I ask again, sternly this time. 

“It’s just that... you have some whipped cream on your face.” He informs me. I blush, moving to wipe my mouth with my sleeve, but he stops me.

“Here, use this. It’s much better.” He chuckles, passing me a napkin. I laugh nervously, accepting the napkin and wiping the whipped cream away.

“Thank you.” I giggle. We really seem to hit it off. We talk for about an hour, until we decide to leave and walk around a little. The sun is beginning to set and we’re walking side-by-side, shoulders bumping each other. While we’re walking I feel my phone buzz in my purse. We stop for a moment so that I can read the message and I see I have 12 missed messages from an hour and a half ago.

Park Chanyeol

4:31 pm - Hey, I’m here, where are you?

4:40 pm - Um? Are you coming???

4:46 pm - Hello?

4:50 pm - I’m leaving. Maybe another time...

My eyes grow wide as I read the texts. I look up nervously at the man I’ve been on this date with. He looks back at me with a calm look and a soft smile.

“What’s up?” He asks me.

“Um, I’m sorry, I should’ve asked when I first arrived. But, um, is your name, by chance, Park Chanyeol?” He looks utterly confused at the question and shakes his head.

“No, my name is Kim Jongdae.” He replies.

“Ah, you must’ve thought I was crazy for just sitting down at your table like that. You should’ve said something, I feel so bad now.” I say, placing my face in my hands.

“Well, I definitely thought it was odd that you randomly sat at my table, but I believe everything happens for a reason. Consider it a Christmas Miracle.” He chuckles. “So don’t feel bad, you still had a good time, I hope?”

“Yes, of course I had a great time with you. I’m just sorry for this misunderstanding. I was supposed to be on a blind date with this guy my friend set me up with, but I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the nicest date I’ve had in a while. Even if you are just some random guy who’s table I sat at.” I smile up at him.

“So, I didn’t catch your name.” He tells me, waiting for my response.

“Oh! I’m sorry. Let me properly introduce myself. I’m L/N Y/N. Nice to meet you.” I say, extending my hand to him. He shakes it and gives me a warm smile.

“Nice to meet you too~”

Will you be my girlfriend? (Monsta X)

I.M.

Changkyun had taken you to the fair and you were ecstatic. The past few weeks, you both had been going on dates, but you never expected to be taken here. As you walk, you feel Changkhyun link his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the Ferris Wheel.

"Let's go, I know you've wanted to ride that since we got here. You've been staring at it." He teases as you both get in line. You didn't know that you were so easy to read, but it's not like he was wrong. You and Changkyun take your seats and the ride starts. It’s silent, save for the noise of the fair below. All of a sudden, Changkyun turns towards you.

"Y/n?" You look at him and he looks a bit nervous.

"Yeah? What's up?" You ask. He seems to be struggling with what he has to say.

"Uh, I think.. Hah..." He clears his throat and fiddles with his fingers. You've never seen him act like this. He's usually so chill and confident. This was a new side of him that you didn't know existed. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

"Alright... will you- I mean, if it's what you want, I- Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, speeding through the phrase. Then it clicked in your mind. That's why he was so nervous. You grin widely, hugging him tightly.

"Yes! Of course, I will!" You say happily. He hugs you back, smiling as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders.

Kihyun

You are sitting in the living room of your apartment, watching some tv, when you hear a knock at the door. You get up to answer it and look through the peephole. There's no one there, so you open the door and see a single rose.

You look at it, confused, and look around the hall and see another rose, and another. You notice that they're in a trail and decide to follow it. You feel a bit silly doing so, but your curiosity gets the better of you.

The trail goes all the way down the hall and around a corner. As you round it, you see Kihyun standing there, holding the last rose. He's dressed in a nice black suit and he's smiling as if he can't contain his excitement.

"Kihyun? What are you doing here? And what are these roses for?" You ask, hands full of enough roses to make a bouquet. Kihyun hands you the last rose and it has a note on it. You take it and read the letter. It reads: "Will you be my girlfriend? Kiss me if yes - Hug me if no"

You look up at him and place the bouquet down, walking towards him. His eyes light up with hope and anticipation of what your answer will be. You wrap your arms around him and pull him into a hug. His face falls a little bit. Although, he's caught by surprise when you take his face in your hands and kiss his lips. He kisses back immediately and it lasts a few moments before you both pull away.

"So, we're-" He starts, smiling widely. You shrug and smile back.

"I don't know, you tell me."

Shownu

You walk out of your house, locking the door behind you and walking to your car. You notice that there's something under your windshield wiper. It looks like a note. 'Oh no, did I get a ticket?' You think to yourself, approaching it and picking it up. You read it out loud.

"I never knew that I could be as happy as I've been these past few weeks. It would make my world if I could be this happy all the time. Will you help me do that by becoming my girlfriend? -Hyunwoo"

As you read it you smile widely, putting a hand over your mouth as you blush. All of a sudden, you feel two arms wrap around your waist from behind and looking over your shoulder at the note.

"You're so corny, you know that?" You say jokingly, looking up at Hyunwoo over your shoulder.

"I was hoping that's something you like about me." He responds, looking back at me. You giggle and turn around, tilting your head upwards and kissing him softly on the lips. He smiled bashfully after you pulled away, unable to stop himself from blushing.

"So, I take that as a yes?" He asks me.

"Yes, I will be your girlfriend, Hyunwoo." You reply, pulling him into another kiss.

Minhyuk

Minhyuk asked for you to meet him at your favorite restaurant, the one that you met at. You've been waiting for about five minutes before you see him walk in. He's looking around the room, trying to find you and when he does, he smiles brightly.

"Y/n!" He says from across the room, unable to contain his excitement. You giggle and wave at him as he approaches. He slides into the booth directly across from you, smiling uncontrollably.

"Are you okay, Min? You seem like you have something on your mind." You tease and his smile gets even wider.

"I have something really important that I have to ask you." He tells you, eyes bright with hope. You look at him suspiciously but nod along.

"Okay, what is it?" You ask, watching as he tapped his fingers slightly. He reaches for your hands and pulls you out of the booth. You both get close and he leans in to whisper in your ear. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck as his thumbs massage circles into your hands. The suspense is killing you.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He whispers, pulling away to look you in the eyes. Your heart jumps at those words and you only know one answer. You take your hand and place it on the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that you can respond.

"I would love to." You whisper back and his grin widens, if that's possible. He pumps his fist in the air and shouts with joy.

"She said yes!" He yells and the other people in the restaurant begin to cheer.

"Congrats on the engagement!" One of them says.

"Ah- we're not engaged, we're just-" Minhyuk cuts you off.

"Just roll with it." He says as the restaurant starts to bring out a complimentary dessert.

Wonho

Hoseok is leading you by the hand through crowded streets, a smile present on his face. He's been leading you for a while now, with no hint to where you two are going. He didn't say anything, except that it was a surprise. So you go along with it. You're excited for the surprise, but it seems as if you guys have been walking forever. Finally, he stops, turning to face you and holding your hands.

"Y/n, do you recognize this place?" He questions, his soft smile and hopeful eyes directed towards you. You look around.

"Hmm, the sidewalk between the gas station and the book store?" You guess, smiling back as he sighs softly.

"This," He looks down at his feet, but tilts his head. "No, wait, this." He says stepping to the left a bit. "This is the exact spot that I first saw you. Where you caught my eye." He tells you, nostalgia in his voice. Your heart flutters at the realization and you smile brightly. You didn't think he'd remember something like this.

"This exact spot is our beginning. The beginning of our friendship, that's somehow sprouted into something more. Although, I want to make a new beginning." He says, giving your hands a bit of a squeeze. He gazes into your eyes and you forget that you're standing thin the middle of a sidewalk, people weaving their way around you. "Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, not breaking eye contact. He's confident of his words.

"Yes!" You say, wrapping your arms around his neck, hugging him tight. Next thing you know, his lips crash into yours. Not caring about the eyes on you from passerby's, you both bask in the moment.

Hyungwon

You had gone over to Hyungwon's house to watch a movie with him, however, you both fell asleep. That was to be expected, though. His couch is so comfy. You're wrapped up in his arms with your head laid on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. He's beneath you with his head leaned back over the arm of the couch. You feel his hand rubbing your back as you both started to slowly wake up.

"Y/n..." He says, voice sounding a bit groggy.

"Hm?" You respond, eyes still closed as he rubs circles in your lower back.

"I was wondering, if you'd be my girlfriend?" He asks, looking down at you. Your eyes pop open and you look at him.

"Your girlfriend?" You ask, surprised at the sudden question.

"Well, yeah. I mean we're already napping together and I really like you, so I want you to be my girlfriend." He explains, still looking a bit sleepy as he speaks. You smile softly at him, snuggling closer to him.

"I'd like that." You reply, pecking his lips as he smiles at you. His arms tighten around you as if he never wants to let go. When you try to get up, he doesn't let you.

"Hyungwon? I know you're really happy that we're dating, but I have to use the restroom." You admit to him. His eyes are closed again.

"Let's just lay like this for a while, I just wanna stay here forever." He tells you.

"But, I really have to go. We can't stay here forever." You say back, but it's too late. He's already asleep again.

Jooheon

You're walking with Jooheon in the mall, when all of a sudden, you're knocked down by someone passing by. You fall to your knees, but Jooheon helps you up.

"Are you okay, Y/n?" He asks. You nod and you're about to scold whoever bumped into you, but you're stopped in your tracks. The person just so happened to be your ex-boyfriend. His smirk was patronizing as he began to speak.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know they left trash out in the walkway." He says, looking down on you. You don't respond, just avoid eye contact. Although, Jooheon is quick to act in your favor.

"What the hell is your deal, man?" He snarls, a bit more bass laced into his voice.

"Just making sure she knows how worthless she is." He responds, sounding cocky. Jooheon pushes you behind him, standing between you two as they both square their shoulders.

"If you ever say anything like that to or about her again, I will destroy you." He threatens, gritting his teeth.

"Who even are you?" Your ex tests, taking a step closer. Jooheon wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side.

"I'm her boyfriend. So, get the hell outta my face or I'll make you regret your life." Jooheon pushes past him, shoving him slightly with his shoulder. Your ex backs off, grumbling as he walks away and you look up at Jooheon, who still seems heated.

"Boyfriend?" You say, smiling slyly at him. His cheeks go red.

"Oh, uh- I was planning to- I wanted to ask sooner, but will you be my girlfriend?" He asks, looking hopeful. You smile brightly and poke his cheek where his dimple is.

"As long as you react like that every time a guy is rude to me." You joke and Jooheon gives you a little sqeeze.

"For you, I'd do that any time."

Room For Two? (Wonho)

Type: Fluff, Smut

Pairing: Lee Hoseok x Reader

Summary: As you wake up in the morning, you decide that it's the perfect time for a bath. The only thing that makes it even more perfect is your lover joining to help you "relax".

A/N: I don't usually write smut, but I'm actually proud of this. I usually cringe whenever I write smut-type stories, although I really enjoyed writing this. I hope you guys like it.

Word Count: 1,927

You stir quietly in your sleep as the sun peeks through your curtains. You squint as the light hits your eyes and turn away from the window. As you do so, you find yourself face to face with a snoozing Hoseok, who has his arm wrapped around your waist. A smile finds its way onto your face as you take in his sleeping form. He looks so at peace when he's like this.

Running a hand along his toned arm, you softly grasp his wrist, moving his arm from around you. After making sure that he's still sleeping, you slip out of bed, combing your fingers through your messy hair. You make your way to the dresser, grabbing some clothes and going into the bathroom.

The light flickers on as you enter and set your clothes onto the counter, closing the bathroom door behind you. You walk over to the bathtub, plugging the drain and turning the faucet handle. As water pours into the tub, you run your hand under it feeling it running cold. You adjust the faucet until it is at the right temperature and let the bath fill, adding some soap into the water.

As you wait for the tub to fill, you hear the door open. Looking over your shoulder, you see that it's Hoseok. He runs his fingers over his bedhead in an attempt to smooth it down as he lets out a yawn.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." You greet, smiling as you turn towards him. He returns the smile and opens his arms, inviting you into his grasp. You gratefully oblige.

"Good morning, baby." He says as his strong arms wrap themselves around you. Your arms slide around his neck as he pulls you close. He plants a kiss on the top of your head and rests his chin on the spot. "You taking a bath?" He questions as he pulls away just enough to look at you.

"Yeah, it's almost full." You respond, as the bubbles in the bath begin to peek over the edge.

"Mind if I join?"

"I don't mind at all." You say, looking up at him with a smile. He releases you from his hold and proceeds to pull off his shirt. As your eyes land on his torso, you gaze at his amazing form and subconsciously bite your lip.

"Like what you see?" He asks as he notices your staring. You blush a little.

"Ah, the tub's full now." Ripping your eyes away from his body, you walk over to the tub and turn the water off. When you stand up straight, you can feel Hoseok behind you, his hands gripping the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms as he helps you get the shirt off and you both get completely undressed.

Hoseok grabs your hand, leading you towards the tub and helping you in. He steps into the tub behind you and you both settle into the warm water. You're sat in between his legs with your back towards him. His arms snaked around your waist and slowly pulled you against his chest as you both start to relax.

"Pretty." He says mostly to himself, placing a kiss on your cheek and then your shoulder. You smile at the affection and let your hands move down his arms to his hands, interlacing your fingers with his. He gave your hands a tiny squeeze, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You relax into the water and close your eyes as you let out a sigh. Hoseok brought his lips to your neck and peppered it with kisses. Your lips curled upward as you found it all the more relaxing. There was a peaceful silence, save for the soft sound of pecks against your skin.

After a while, you shift in the water so that you are facing him, straddling his lap. You move your hands to glide up his chest, glistening with water droplets. His hands move in the opposite direction of your body, sliding downwards towards your ass. A cheeky grin makes its way onto his face.

Your eyes glance at his lips and then back up at his eyes. He brings his hand up to the tip of your chin and draws you closer. Your lips meet his in a sweet kiss. You can feel him pull you closer as your kiss deepens.

You feel butterflies in your stomach as your body perfectly presses against his. His lips move in sync with yours as his hands move up and down your back. He slides his tongue in a bit as he furthers the passionate exchange.

Tangling your fingers into his hair, you pull away slightly, dragging your teeth along his bottom lip. You move in for another kiss, tilting your head to the side. He tilts his head as well glancing up at you for a moment. Then his eyes fall shut again as he returns the kiss.

You shift in his lap, feeling him growing stiff beneath you. He slowly pulls away from the kiss as you do, his lips sliding across your jaw and down your neck. A smirk grows on his face as his hands find their way back to your ass, gripping it and pressing himself into you. A soft moan escapes you. You lean your head to the side as you feel his lips on your body, letting out a breath that you didn't know you were holding.

"You're so perfect." He whispers against your skin in admiration, trailing kisses from your neck to your chest, then down across your breasts. You look down at him, biting your lip.

"I'm all yours, baby." You respond as lust clouds your vision. You feel his lips meet one of your nipples and he bites it softly, causing a hushed gasp to fall from your lips. His eyes meet yours as he continues, flicking his tongue against it. You can feel your cheeks become heated as arousal flows through you. His eyes never leave yours as he gently plays with your sensitive nubs.

Hoseok brings a hand up to caress your other breast, giving it a small squeeze as your hands settle on the back of his neck. He begins to suck on different spots around your breast, leaving multiple hickies in his wake. He uses his free hand to rub your clit, circling it in the water. Your breathing grows heavier as you moan again. He smirks at this and pulls away, resulting in a whine from you.

He turns you over so that you're laid against the back of the tub and he towers over you. His hands land on your waist, making their way down your legs. He grabs his cock, rubbing it against your entrance. You let out another moan, looking up at him as he prods your core. The water does well to allow him to slide right in.

"Fuck!" You gasp loudly as you stretch around his member. He pulls out slowly, but not completely, and then pushes back in, hissing at how tight feel of you around him. You grasp his forearm as he does this, filling you almost completely, but not quite. He wasn't going fully in and was going at a very slow pace, as if to tease you. "Hoseok- please~" You manage out as a high-pitched whine.

He looks down at you as your head's turned to the side and your eyes squeezed shut. He brings his hand up to your face, grabbing your jaw and causing you to look up at him.

"Please what?" He questions, maintaining the achingly unrushed pace. Your body longs for more as you draw your lip between your teeth, his hand squeezing your cheeks slightly.

"Please, go faster." You manage out with a needy moan. He grips onto your hips and thrusts into you suddenly, causing you to inhale sharply. The water in the tub splashes at the movement. Your moans rise in volume as they echo through the bathroom. Your hands latch onto the sides of the tub for support.

As Hoseok moves faster, you can feel him going deeper with each thrust. He wraps his hand around your neck, just below your jaw, and forces you to look up at him once more. The added pressure only furthers your pleasure. The movements from him cause the water to swirl around your two as he keeps a consistent pace.

His hand that remains on your hip tightens in grip and he slams into you, producing a yelp from your lips as he leans in close to you. His tongue runs along your neck and he gives you small love bites following the trail. Your hands find themselves pressed against his strong chest as you hear his uneven breaths against your neck. Profanities drop from your lips as he slows down a bit.

"You're so amazing, baby girl." His lips graze your skin as he speaks and you fall apart at the compliment. It makes you lust for him more. Leaving one hand on his chest, you move your other hand to his back. Your nails sink into his skin and draw downwards as he fucks into you. He hisses at the stinging sensation that's brought from the action but keeps the pace. He pulls away a bit to look at you as your face contorts with pleasure.

He removes his hand from your throat and grabs your tit again, playing with the nipple.

"Hoseok~" You purr, digging your nails into him again and leaving red lines on his back. His dick throbs at the way you say his name and he picks up speed again.

"You're such a good girl for me, aren't you?" He hums, pleased at the way your body answers to him. You whimper in response, nodding your head frenetically. You lean your head against the back of the tub as water spills over the edge from Hoseok's movements. Desperate, filthy moans fill the room as you get closer to your high, only to be pushed over by Hoseok reaching down to rub your sensitive clit.

"Mm~ I'm gonna cum!" Your voice trembles as you shriek.

"Cum for me, baby." He urges, groaning loudly. He throws his head back, moaning at the sounds of your sweet little cries. You clench around him, your breath getting caught in your throat as you release your juices onto his member. He continues pumping in and out, helping you ride out your orgasm as he reaches his own.

He cums inside of you, cock throbbing as he slows down. You both are breathing heavily as the heat of the moment starts to calm. He pulls out and takes you in his arms, switching spots with you so that you're laying on his chest. You let out small whimpers as he rubs your back soothingly. He kisses you on your forehead, nuzzling you softly.

"I love you." He says into your ear, causing you to cuddle into him. A soft smile plays on your face as you close your eyes.

"I love you, too." You reply, as you both stay like that for a while. Every so often he gives you little pecks on your head and cheeks and caresses your back comfortingly. After a few minutes, he pats your back, noticing that you had fallen asleep.

"Let's get you cleaned up, baby. Then we can relax, okay?" He tells you. You nod in agreement, as you look up at him. He lifts you out of the tub, helping you dry off and get dressed.

𝑶𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉🕊

⇾𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠: 2190

⇾𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: BTS!V x Reader (feat. RM & Suga)

⇾𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff, angst, fantasy

⇾𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: mentions of racism, suicide

⇾𝑆𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: Your life seemed so meaningless and worthless to you. You seemed to be hit with hardship after hardship. So, in an effort to end your pain, you take your life. You just wanted it to all be over. Little do you know that when you jumped, you’d fallen into a new world. Or that in this new world, you would be the key to finally bringing its recipients together.

My mother used to say I was as pure as a dove. I was always so loving and helpful. I always smiled and made others smile. I was a treat to the world, the sweetest little girl anyone could ever ask for... I wonder what changed?

So much has happened since I was a child. My parent’s divorced and it took a toll on me. I hung out with the wrong crowd for a while. I did a lot of things I’m not proud of. But who can blame me? I didn’t choose for things to be like this. I just accepted that my life is trash and I am as well. Why else would everyone leave me like they did? If I was so special, they would’ve stayed by my side when things got tough. But who am I kidding? This is the real world and I need to stop wishing someone would come to my rescue.

Sometimes, I wonder what my younger self would say if she could see how I turned out. Little me would be so disappointed. I’ve really let her down. She deserved the world, but I ruined her. The saying goes, “Life is unfair.” But, really, life is a sadistic little bitch that enjoys the suffering of its victims. In fact, life has taken every chance to shit on me. It’s so hard to keep my head up when I keep getting knocked down.

So I find myself looking over the city, from its highest point. The rain is pouring down on me as the hurricane winds threaten to blow me away. My feet are bare against the rough concrete and my hair has been let free of its constricting ponytail. I’m wearing a plain white dress that flows at my feet.

My tears are masked by the rain as I step up to the edge of the building, of my life, of me. I am so close that my toes can curl off it. The wind dares me to jump and I’m very tempted to oblige. Something about this storm just feels like it’s calling to me. Like there is something better for me if I just take a step foreward.

Thinking about everything that’s happened to me in my life, I spread my arms out as if to hug someone. As I lean past the point of no return, the storm begins to clear up. I see the heavens open up and the warmth of the sun shines over me. This is it, the eye of the storm. What a beautiful way to go. I can finally be free. I gaze up at the sky as I fall ever so gracefully and my stomach churns as I plummet. I find myself at peace as I close my eyes, letting my fate claim me.

V

“V, get your ass up and go hunt. It’s almost dark.” RM tells me. I groan, sitting up from my bed. I was jerked from my sleep by him kicking my bed frame. I give him a scowl as I wipe the sleepiness from my eyes. “Don’t give me that look, you haven’t gone hunting at all this week and Jin and I work bust our asses just so we can survive out here. Stop being lazy and go get us some food.” 

I get up, rolling my eyes, and head for the door. I grab my hunting talons and put them on, fastening the metal claws tightly around my hands. As I walk out of the door, I pass by Jin, who’s just come back from working at The Harvest. It’s basically charity that’s meant to help those in need. It would really help if the food actually made it to them instead of being sent straight to those pompous bastards in the Capital. Behind me, I hear his and RM’s conversation.

“How much did you get?” RM asks.

“Enough to last us maybe a week. Right now, hunting’s our best bet.” Jin replies and they both look to me.

“Guys, I’ll find something, don’t worry,” I assure them. I leave the house before they can say anything else to me. My eyes adjust to the outdoors and my wings spread out. I bend down and dig my talons into the ground, gripping for support. I take flight, causing the leaves on the ground to fly all around.

Once I’m at a decent height, I begin to soar. The skies are golden and set a calming mood all around. I take a deep breath, taking in the scent left after the rain, and spread my arms out. The breeze feels amazing on my face. I close my eyes, indulging in this moment. A feeling of uneasiness rushes over me and I glide to the right quickly. I’d just dodged a rock. I look up and see a couple of teenage eagles flying above me.

“Go back to hell where you came from, Raven!” One of them shouts. I turn around and glare at them, curling my claws. Their eyes widen and they dart away. I roll my eyes. ‘Stupid teens.’ I think to myself. I turn back to my hunting, but I’m distracted by something in the sky.

It’s a girl, a dove it looks like, falling from the sky. Her hair is long and black and she wears a white dress. Her wings curl around her as if to protect her, but she appears to be unconscious. I’m mesmerized by her gracefulness, but I’m snapped out of it when she falls past me and I realize that she’s not going to let up anytime soon. 

I close my wings around myself, falling into a dive and stretching out my arms in front of me. Time seems to slow as I race to catch her. Her arms seem to reach for the sky as she plunges towards the ground. I grab onto them and begin to flap.

She’s heavy, a lot more heavy than I thought she’d be. This causes me to put in a little bit more effort. I realize that my talons are cutting her a little bit, but I don’t let go. I’d rather her have a few measly scratches than a crumpled corpse.

I lower her to the ground and lay her on her back. She’s fast asleep and looks so at peace. As if she doesn’t know that she almost just died. I check her pulse to make sure that she’s actually alive. I check her for any wounds, besides the ones I gave her. She groans when I touch the back of her head. She has a knot.

“Shit, what do I do? This isn’t gonna look good.” I tell myself. I know if someone were to see us, they’d immediately think that I attacked her. All my life I’ve had to tread carefully since ravens are seen as evil. Some of the evilest people in the world have been ravens, giving the rest of us a bad reputation. I can only imagine what would happen if someone were to find me here with this dove.

After a few minutes of debating with myself, I find myself carrying her back to my home. I trudge through the forest, refraining from flying. I’d be caught instantly if I were seen in the skies with a dove on my back. Every so often she groans a little or shifts and I have to make sure that she doesn’t fall. She looks as innocent and pure like all doves do. I envy her privilege of being such an elite breed.

I make it back to my house and go in. Suga is sitting at the table, drinking some nectar and RM is nowhere to be found. I make eye contact with Suga and his eyes go wide when he sees the woman on my back.

“Suga, before you say anything, let me expl-” I’m cut off.

“Who the hell is this?! Why the fuck do you have a dove on your back!?” He shouts at me. 

“I saved her, she was unconscious and falling, I had to do something.” I explain.

“And that something was to bring her here?” His shouting brings RM out from another room.

“Sug, could you quite down? Some people are tryna get some... sleep.” RM trails off when he sees the girl. “What the hell is this?”

“Guys! I know this looks bad, but she’s helpless right now and all alone. She needs us right now.” I say, walking over to lay her on my bed. Suga and RM follow me.

“Why does she need our help specifically?” RM asks.

“I was the only one around. I just saved her from her death and she’s unconscious. Let’s just wait until she wakes up and go from there, okay?” I ask. They both look reluctant but sigh, giving up.

“Alright, but if anything happens, it’s on you.” Suga grumbles, walking out of the room. I take off my talons and place them on my night stand. RM just watches me. 

“Are you trying to prove something?” He asks me. I grab ointment and bandages and begin to tend to her wounds.

“And what would I be trying to prove, RM?” I respond, not looking up from my task.

“You’re trying to prove that you’re not as bad as Raven’s are known for. I get it, you’re a Raven and a lot of people don’t like you because of that. But you’ve got to think of the consequences when it comes to things like these. When she wakes up, what do you think is gonna happen? You think she’ll just be oh so grateful that you saved her? What will she think when she sees you’re a raven?” He questions as I grab an ice pack, placing it under her head.

“Listen, I understand how this can affect me and how it can affect us. If anything happens, I will gladly take full responsibility. But right now, I need to help her. I know you sent me out to hunt, but this is what I found. And I don’t intend on abandoning her when she’s obviously not well.” I tell him.

“You don’t have to make such an effort to prove to people that you are good. If they can’t see it, then who cares?” 

“That easy for you to say, you’re a falcon. But as a raven, I have to go the extra mile or else I won’t make it. That’s just how it is. But even though I have to live like that, I’m not so blinded by status that I would save this girl only to boost my own. I’m not shallow like that, I’m just using common sense. Yes, I know I can get sent to jail because it will seem as if I, allegedly, attacked her, but I couldn’t just leave her out in the forest when it was getting dark. Who knows what would have happened to her. Just let her stay until she wakes up and I’ll explain everything to her.” I suggest. RM groans and rubs his temples.

“Fine. One night, alright?” 

“One night,” I repeat back, smiling. I place a blanket over the girls sleeping form and we both leave the room.

“You’ve gotta take the couch tonight, I guess. Don’t even think about tryna get in bed with me.” RM says, narrowing his eyes.

“What, you don’t want to cuddle with me?” I ask, jokingly. He rolls his eyes at me and goes to his room. I make myself comfortable in the living room with an extra blanket and pillow. However, no matter how hard I try, sleep won’t claim me. So I stare at the ceiling for what seems like forever.

Y/N

There’s a throbbing in my head and everything is so blurry. I squint through the fuzziness and find that I’m staring at a white ceiling. I shift and feel something soft against my body. They look like... feathers? I rub my eyes and sit up. The feathers move with me. No, they’re wings. ‘What the hell?’ I think to myself. I stand up and stretch them. They’re very wide, but they don’t weigh anything. Then it hits me. The last thing I remember is me jumping off of a building. I’m dead, I have wings now, so that must mean that I’m an angel. 

‘Does that mean that I’m in heaven?’ I ask myself. Just then, the door opens and I see a man standing there. He has wings just like me, but they’re pitch black.

“Good, you’re awake.” He says, placing a cup of water on the nightstand. “Who are you? Are you an angel, too?” I inquire and he raises his eyebrow at me.

“An angel? I think you might have hit your head too hard. Where do you think you are?” He asks me.

“Heaven, of course,” I reply. He looks as if he’s holding back the urge to laugh.

“Yeah, we’re nowhere near heaven.” He tells me. I feel my heart drop.

“Wait, so does that mean...” I trail off, hinting at the opposite of the place I’d hoped to be. He realizes what I’m asking and shakes his head.

“We’re not in Hell either. We’re both alive and in the real world.” He explains.

“Then why do I have these white wings?”

“Uh, because you’re a dove.” He looks at me as if I’m stupid, which I don’t feel far from it.

“Then what are you?” I ask.

“A raven. You aren’t from around here, are you?” He questions. I shake my head.

“I don’t even know what here is,” I tell him.

“We’re in the Grand Okapi Woods, the Northern sector.” He informs me.

“What? How did I get here? Where’s Busan?”

“Bu-san?” He looks confused.

“That’s where I’m from,” I explain.

“There’s no Busan here, just Okapi Woods.” I begin to hyperventilate. What is going on? Why do I have wings? Why am I not dead? 

“Where the hell am I!?” I shout.

~I Have Returned~

Hello, my amazing followers! Many of you may know me and this account as thearchiveee. This account was known for its K-pop fanfics, both spicy and fluffy. I have been gone a while and obviously a lot has changed. I’ve grown and matured and yet I find myself drawn back to this place. I guess you guys will always have a special spot in my heart.

I’ve decided to remodel my account and the content I will be creating. I will still make one shots, although it will be aimed toward a more specific audience. As a black girl myself, I haven’t seen that many fanfics that have black main characters. So from now on, my stories will be based on a black gender neutral or fem reader with whichever person is written about. I, every once in a while, will write one that’s neutral everyone, although I want to add more black inclusivity. Additionally, because of my love for so many genres and media, I’ve decided that this will not only be a kpop account. I will continue to write K-pop stories, but I’ll also be branching out and writing about other things I’m interested in.

As for the name, I have decided to change it to noirsfantasy. I will be posting every so often once I have a set schedule. Other than that I hope you guys enjoy what I have in store! Much love to you guys❤️❤️

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Key

-Fluff {🐌} -Angst {☕️} -Smut {🥧} -Mature {🪵} -Humor {🍪} -Work In Progress {⌛} -Completed {🥖}

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ʟɪꜱᴛ 1 2

Chae Hyungwon + #6

Park Jimin + #3 & #12

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They Find Your Little Notes🐌🍪🥖

You Fall Asleep/He Falls Asleep🐌🥖

ᴋɪᴍ ᴊᴏɴɢᴅᴀᴇ:

Chopstuck🐌🍪🥖

Blind Miracle🐌🥖

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Sunny Burns🐌🍪🥖

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You Play A Scary Prank On Him🐌🍪

Will You Be My Girlfriend?🐌🍪

ʟᴇᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴇᴏᴋ:

Room For Two?🥧🥖

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ᴏᴛ7 ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ:

They're Caught Doing It🥧🍪🥖

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Olive Branch☕️🐌⌛

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ʜᴇɴʀʏ ʟᴀᴜ

Lazy Daze🐌🍪🥖

What's A Crescendo?🐌🥖

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They Catch You Singing Their Song🐌🍪🥖

The Outlaw’s Embrace

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Jonathan Majors as Nat Love x Black!Fem Reader

𝔱𝔶𝔭𝔢 ➛ Smut, semi-fluff

𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 ➛ The Harder They Fall

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 2.6K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ When Nat Love shows up after another one of his travels, you give him the cold shoulder. Although, you know as well as he does that you can’t stay mad at him. Hell, you can barely resist his smile. But you won’t make it easy for him…

The sun hangs low, casting long shadows through the dusty streets of Deadwood as the familiar creak of leather and jingle of spurs announces the arrival of a lone rider. Nat Love, the notorious bounty hunter, guides his horse to a halt in front of a weathered apothecary shop. He dismounts, a confident swagger in his step, and pushes open the creaking door.

Inside the shop, he spots me, my back turned as i carefully measure out herbs. I barely glance at the door towards the visitor. I continue my work, wanting to finish up before I tend to anyone. Nat clears his throat, his eyes fixed on the assortment of dried plants and glass jars that lined the shelves. “Need somethin’, ma’am,” he drawls, a hint of mischief in his voice as he picks up a jar of medicine. My fingers hesitate for just a moment, then resume their task with practiced precision. I know that voice, even after all this time.

Without turning around, I respond curtly, “Can’t help you if you don’t ask.”

He takes a step closer, his presence filling the small space. “Might be I need a little… healin’, Doc.”

I finally turn, my gaze meeting his with a cool detachment. He stands at the counter, towering over me as he watches me. “You might be needin’ more than that, from the looks of you.”

Nat chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. “You still not talkin’ to me?” he asks, his eyes searching mine for any sign of softening. My expression remains steely, my lips forming a thin line.

“I reckon I’ve got nothin’ to say.” I reply, my tone icy. He leans against the wooden counter, studying my face.

“You know, darlin’, you can’t stay mad at me forever.” I meet his gaze with a flash of defiance.

“I’ve not been keepin’ track of time.” The tension between us is palpable, a silent battle of wills that echoed through the apothecary shop. We stand there, locked in a familiar dance of push and pull, the weight of our shared history hanging heavy in the air.

As the moments stretch on, Nat’s gaze softens, a flicker of regret in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he says, his voice gentler now, “I didn’t come here to stir up no trouble. Just… needed to see your face.”

I hold his gaze for a beat longer. I lean in so that our faces are inches apart, then turn away, my hands resuming their work. “Well, you’ve seen it. Now what?”

Nat sighs, a mixture of resignation and longing in his expression. He knows that winning back my trust wouldn’t be easy, but he is willing to try. The wild frontier had a way of bringing people together and tearing them apart, but perhaps this time, they could find a way to bridge the gap that had grown between them.

"You fixin' to make a purchase, Mister? If not, reckon it's time to mosey on." I quipped, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Might be I’m lookin’ for a remedy to deal with a stubborn woman,” Nat shoots back, a playful glint in his eye.

“You’ll need more than a potion for that, cowboy.” I scoff, turning back towards him and crossing my arms. Nat’s eyes stay on me, his eyelids low. His spurs click against the widen floorboards as he makes his way around the counter, closing the distance between us.

“You always did have a mouth on you, Y/n. But you know, a sharp tongue won’t keep me away.” His eyes have a seductive glint in them. I meet his gaze, unyielding.

“Guess we’ll see about that, won’t we?” I retort, tilting my chin up as if to raise a challenge. Nat’s expression turns determined, a challenge accepted.

“You’re just beggin’ for trouble, ain’t you?”

“Trouble’s my middle name, Nat. Don’t you forget it.” I remind him, causing him to quirk his eyebrow. I defiantly do the same, a smirk playing at my lips. The air between us thick with tension as we stare each other down, daring the other to fold. Although, underneath all this bravado, there’s an undeniable chemistry that neither one of us can deny. He is, in fact, right. I can’t stay mad at him forever.

“Well, darlin', if you're gonna give me trouble," Nat grins, "then I reckon I'll just have to show you who's boss."

As the sun dips below the horizon, the last lights of the evening shine across the shop. Nat and I stare each other down, not giving in. After what seems like an eternity of silence, he finally leans in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that is as fiery and defiant as I am. In that heated moment, I allow myself to be carried away, my bratty facade melting into the raw intensity of our connection.

Nat's hands find their place on my waist, his fingers pressing into my hips as he draws me closer to him. Our kiss is fervent and intense, a clear reflection of the magnetic pull between us. I wrap my arms around his neck, lightly grazing his lower lip with my teeth.

Nat lets out a soft moan against my lips, his hand gliding up my thigh to caress and grip one of my cheeks through my bloomers. Soon, he firmly holds both of my thighs, lifting me up, intensifying the kiss. Our desire is palpable as we move clumsily towards the stairs.

As we reach my room, he playfully throws me onto the bed. His hat lands beside him as he nonchalantly discards his jacket and unbuttons his shirt. Meanwhile, I effortlessly shed my clothes down to my undergarments.

Nat's gaze intensifies as he watches me undress, his heart racing with anticipation. He throws his shirt to the side, unveiling a sculpted chest and defined abs. His bulge is prominent as it strains against the fabric of his jeans. He leans me back into the bed, hastily removing the rest of my clothes as he gazes upon my dripping wetness. He doesn’t waste any time and presses his mouth to my pussy, causing me to gasp with pleasure. His tongue slips between my lips, lapping up all of my juices.

Nat takes his time, licking and slurping at my folds, using his tongue to probe and tease my clit before moving to the entrance of my pussy and thrusting his tongue inside of me. His hand’s grip remains firm on my thighs as I buck into his mouth.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Nat~” I moan as my fingers knot into his hair. Nat groans into my crotch, loving the way I'm falling apart. He continues to lap at my folds and thrust his tongue deep inside of me, his other hand moving to grope my breast.

"That's it, baby girl. Keep calling my name." With every flick of his tongue, my release builds more and more. Feeling my body tense up beneath him, Nat increases the intensity of his actions. His tongue fucks my pussy relentlessly while his fingers pinch and roll my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

"I'm gonna make you cum so hard," He remarks as he keeps one hand on my hip to hold me down. I squirm and writhe as the my climax reaches the breaking point. My moans fill the room as I squirt into his mouth, drenching his beard as well.

Nat groans around my swollen clit, his mouth filled with my sweet nectar. The taste of it drives him wild, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"Fuck, you taste amazing," He husks. I pant heavily as I lay back onto the bed, coming down from the high. But he has no intentions to give me the luxury of rest.

Without breaking eye contact, Nat slowly pulls away, his mouth still full of my juices. His eyes stay on me as he pulls down his britches, allowing his hard cock to spring free. He reaches down and grabs hold of his bulging erection, positioning it at my entrance.

“Ready for more, darlin’?” He teases. I bite my lip as I watch Nat stroke himself, his tip pressing against my entrance. My silence earns me a firm smack on my thigh, causing me to yelp in response.

“Where all them words from earlier, lil lady? You ain’t seem to struggle with words none when you had all that sass earlier.” Nat gives me a smug smirk as he sees my change in attitude. I gulp nervously, feeling the heat of his gaze on me. My mind goes blank as I try to think of something to say.

"I... I want you to fuck me." The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. Nat chuckles darkly, his hand moving to grip my thigh roughly.

"That's more like it," Nat grins, his cock now rock hard and leaking precum. He continues to rub his cock between my folds, his tip getting slick with my juices. I whimper softly as the anticipation is killing me. I move my hips towards him, hoping for him to slide inside me. Nat clicks his tongue at me, smirking as he shakes his head. "You seem a mite impatient, don't ya?" He asks, causing me to groan as I grip the sheets.

“Nat, plea-” With a swift motion, Nat slams his cock deep inside me, filling me up instantly. A high pitch gasp emits from my lips as his girth stretches me. He groans loudly, bracing himself against the wall as he begins to pound his hips against mine. I cry out as he fills me so completely, my body aching with need. Nat's rough lovemaking sends shivers down my spine; it's both painful and exhilarating. The headboard bangs against the wall in rhythm with our grunts and moans. It’s as if all this time apart allowed our lust and longing to build and it’s all being released at once.

The more he hammers into me, the louder my moans become. I bite my bottom lip hard, trying to stifle some of the sounds but failing miserably. Nat's hips are like pistons, driving him deeper and harder into me. My body starts to adjust to his size, and I feel myself growing wetter around him. I clutch at his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin lightly.

"Fuck, Nat," I pant, "You so big." With a smirk, Nat leans down and captures my lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue dives deep into my mouth, tangling with mine as he goes deeper with each powerful stroke. I cry out, moaning into his mouth as the pleasure builds up inside me, my legs shaking with each movement. Nat's thick cock feels like it's hitting all the right spots, driving me crazy with need and lust. I arch my back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own, our bodies slapping together in a primal dance of desire. The headboard is starting to creak under the force of our passionate lovemaking.

I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my orgasm building up rapidly. I try to match his pace, meeting each of his thrusts with a sharp gasp or moan.

"Nat," I gasp, "I'm close—!" My legs shake unsteadily as I try to maintain my balance under the onslaught of his passionate lovemaking. I can feel him getting closer, the head of his cock brushing against my sensitive nub with every thrust. He makes his reply by growling lowly as his fingers dig into my hips, thrusting even harder. The pain is dizzying and I find myself tearing at his back with my nails as I don’t hold back my screams. A slew of unintelligible words and whimpers fall from my lips as Nat drags his teeth across my neck, sucking hard on the skin.

“Cum for me, baby," he demands, driving his cock deeper still. And just like that, I'm lost in a whirlwind of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Nat!" I scream, my body shuddering violently as wave after wave of orgasm washes over me. Nat follows quickly behind, his powerful thrusts becoming erratic as he releases himself deep inside me.

“Unngh...," Nat groans, collapsing onto me. His weight is heavy, but I welcome it, savoring the closeness we share in this moment. Our chests press against each others as we come back down to earth, our heartbeats matching.

As our breathing slowly returns to normal, I nuzzle his neck, my lips brushing against his soft skin.

"Damn, girl," Nat pants, rolling off of me. He wipes his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand and smirks at me. "That sure was a wild ride, sweetheart. Seems like you had a lot bottled up beneath them layers." He teases. I roll my eyes, giggling a bit.

"Well, I reckon I wouldn't have been so bottled up if a certain cowboy hadn't hightailed it outta here." I retort with a sly smile. Nat laughs and pulls me close to him, his muscles cradling me gently. He plants a kiss on my forehead and his hand runs down my side, resting on my ass cheek. He sighs softly, looking at me with low eyelids.

“Y/n, I’m here to stay, I swear on it.” He tells me, giving me a reassuring half smile. I return the smile, wanting to believe him, but deep down I know it ain’t the truth. A man like Nat can never stay too long. I know as well as he does that he’s got unfinished business.

My hand runs up and down his muscled bicep as I enjoy the time I have with him. It’s a cycle with us. Nat Love has to leave to go do what Nat Love does. I stay here, going on with life as I patiently await his return. He comes home eventually like nothing ever happened and it seems like he’ll actually stay this time, but something always comes up. It’s only a matter of time until-

*Knock knock* goes the front door from downstairs. Nat and I both sit up, instinctively reaching for our guns on the nightstand. Nat pulls on his pants and shirt while I put on a night gown that reaches my feet. We slowly make our way down the stairs, guns pointed as the banging at the door comes again. Nat steps in front of me, inching towards the door.

“We closed this time ‘round. Come back in the mornin’!” I call out towards the door.

“Y/n? It’s Bill Pickett, is Nat with you?” He asks through the door. Nat and I lower our guns and he gives me an apologetic look that I already know the meaning of. Nat sighs and opens the door.

"Bill, you sure do have the worst timing known to man." Nat chuckles, half smiling. Bill looks between us, realizing what was going on.

“My apologies, y’all was making sex. I hate to interrupt but you gots ta see this.” I glance at Nat, knowing what’s next. He turns towards me, giving me a sweet, longing kiss, before giving me his signature smile.

“I gotta go see what’s up, Y/n, but I’ll be back before you know it.” He promises, and I smile wryly. He gives me one last kiss on my forehead, before heading out the door, putting his hat on and riding off into the night with Bill Pickett. I know as well as he does that it could be a while before I see him again. But, still, I’ll wait. He has my heart and I know I have his, he will come back. I know it…

Christmas time is finally here!

info + schedule below the cut!

This event will consist of 12 Christmas fics (fluff, smut, etc) and will start on December 2nd and go on into the 24th! A fic will be posted every 2 days.

There will be 7 oneshots and a short series with 5 parts! 4 of the oneshots have already been written, so if you want to request a Christmas fic, don't hesitate to send the idea in!

That being said REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Be sure to message me if you'd like to be a part of the taglist for this event!

You'll be able to find this post and any fics from this post under #12 days of christmas, #christmas, and #noirsfantasy for an easy find.

Please fill free to reblog and leave comments! I hope you enjoy this Christmas event!

𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞:

12/2 - A December to Remember pt. 1

12/4 - Spilled Delights

12/6 - A Frosty Proposal

12/8 - A December to Remember pt. 2

12/10 - A Punk Rock Christmas

12/12 - Mistletoe Madness

12/14 - A December to Remember pt. 3

12/16 - It's a Beautiful Life

12/18 - Romance On Ice

12/20 - A December to remember pt. 4

12/22 - Lloyd’s Naughty Girl (minors dni!!!)

12/24 - A December to Remember pt. 5

On the first day of Christmas...

𝔄 𝔇𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔬 ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Actor!Michael B Jordan x OC!Naomi Samuels

𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 ➛ Fluff

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱 ➛ 4.2K

𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ➛ Returning home for the holidays, 29-year-old successful artist Naomi Samuels from New York finds her trip taking an unexpected turn. Things take an exciting twist when her brother Daniel arrives, accompanied by none other than the renowned actor Michael B. Jordan. As the next few days unfold with this unexpected guest, Naomi's holiday promises to be anything but ordinary. What adventures await in this unexpected reunion?

𝔞/𝔫 ➛ I'm gonna be honest, this story has me really excited. When I tell you I love Christmas, it's real. I want y'all to know that I fully intended this story to sound a bit hallmarky, so please bare with me. It gets good ;)

12 Days of Christmas Masterlist

Part 2 Here

The Samuels family's Christmas is always a hit. Family comes from all over down to the small town of Leavenworth, Washington just to gather together for this holiday. This is where my grandmother and mother lives, keeping the roots strong. Although, we haven't really had a big family Christmas since before COVID hit, so this one is bound to be special.

Just a week ago, I completed a project for a high-paying client, affording me the luxury of having the entire week before Christmas off. Usually, I am booked up to my ears at this time, so I am grateful for the vacation. I got to the house late last night, and so far, only a handful of aunts, uncles, and a few younger cousins had arrived. As the sole young adult present, I find myself shouldering the full force of our family's 'charm'.

I wake up early this morning in my old bedroom, starting my day with a warm shower. Once I'm dressed and freshened up, I head downstairs, hearing some chatter. I greet my grandmother, who is on the couch, watching her shows. She is always excited to see me.

"Good morning, Grandmother." I say with joy as I give her a warm hug.

"Oh, my beautiful Mimi." She calls my childhood nickname, her hand reaching out to cup my cheek with a gentle tremor. "You are turning into such a beautiful and remarkable woman. I can't tell you how proud of you I am." Her eyes reflect pure love, and I can't help but return her smile. The connection between my grandmother and me is unique, given that I am her first granddaughter.

"Thank you, Grandmother. I'm so happy that I could get to come see you. I know I haven't been around as much since I moved to New York for work," I admit, a twinge of guilt behind my words.

"Don't you worry about that, dear. You're here now, and every moment with my grandbaby is a blessing," she reassures me warmly. "I think your mom and aunts are in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Why don't you go in and see how you can help?" She suggests.

With a nod, I rise from the couch, placing a tender kiss on her cheek before making my way into the kitchen. As I enter, the lively banter of my mom and aunts fills the air, mid-gossip in the midst of breakfast preparations. I'm embraced by the scent of bacon and brewing of coffee. The women pause their gossip for a moment, shifting their attention to me.

"Well, look who decided to get up bright and early!" My mom exclaims, giving me a quick embrace. "Here, you take over the bacon for me. I need to get started on the pancakes," she adds, directing me to her spot at the stove. My aunts greet me with a cheerful "good morning" before seamlessly resuming their conversation with my mother.

The kitchen was bustling with activity, filled with the savory aroma of the many dishes being cooked. The Auntie's hands are kept busy as they catch up on the latest gossip and I snicker to myself as I focus on my task. The house starts to wake up as I hear my little cousins stomping down the stairs, their childish giggles over the chatter of the rest of the family.

I'm lost in my thoughts when my attention is abruptly diverted by an unexpected question from Aunt Pat, who's currently cooking the eggs.

"So, Naomi, you got a man yet?" The other ladies in the kitchen fix their gaze on me, awaiting my response. I stammer for a moment but then decide to keep it light.

“Well, no. I’m not really focused on that right now,” I reply with a shrug, hoping they’ll drop The subject. They don’t, of course.

“Come on now. You not getting any younger.” Adds my aunt Tina. My mom gives them a disapproving look as she closes the fridge.

“Y’all, leave my baby alone. It is too early for this.” Mom defends, but they roll their eyes.

“We’re just chatting, Angie. Besides, don’t you want some grandbabies?” Tina asks, Aunt Pat nodding in agreement.

"Naomi can wait for the right man as long as she needs. Better that than popping out babies without a ring," my mom subtly throws shade, her lips pursed. Aunt Pat raises an eyebrow.

“You tryna say sumn, Ang? Cus' whoever I think you're talking about has definitely gotten married since.” She says matter of factly. My mom ignores her.

"And Tina, don't start on Mimi, what about Ashanti? She still don't got a man either. And she 'bout the same age as Naomi." My mom adds.

"My Ashanti is a famous and successful model. She is busy building her life right now and taking care of her business. Besides, she's seeing someone," Aunt Tina states, turning her nose up. Sensing that my mom is about to say something else, I decide to intervene.

"Let's all calm down. I don't have a man, so what? It's not the end of the world. And, for the record, I have a successful career as well," I declare, raising my hands in defense. Aunt Tina's comment lingers in the air like a passing storm, briefly unsettling the familial calm.

"Just saying, you're almost thirty. Time to settle down. And I'd hardly call those cute little drawings you do a successful career," she persists, earning a disapproving look from my mother. I clench my jaw, determined not to let the remark sting.

"But we'll drop it," Aunt Tina announces, attempting to change the subject. The kitchen regains its lively atmosphere as they return to their culinary duties. My mother shoots me an apologetic glance, understanding the delicate nature of the topic, but I reassure her with a soft smile. I've grown accustomed to my family's concerns about my love life, even if their ideas of success differ from mine.

"Where is Teresa, anyways? And James? I saw the kids last night, but I haven't seen them." I ask, looking at my Aunt Pat.

"Oh, they're upstairs sleep. They really got a handful with them kids." She explains, shaking her head. I laugh a bit.

"Well, it seems like I'm not the only one who needed this vacation. Hopefully we will all get to relax." I let out a sigh.

"Well, don't you worry, none. Ashanti will be here any moment! I know y'all always have a good time together." Aunt Tina says. I look at her out of the side of my eyes and give a fake smile.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll have lots of fun." I respond, trying to hide the sarcasm in my voice. As they chop, stir, and laugh, I find myself wondering what's to come of this trip. My thoughts go back to what my aunts said about my love life.

Even though I'm almost thirty, I've never been one to go searching for a man, much less settle for less than I deserve. My art, my "cute little drawings," as Aunt Tina put it, is not just a hobby—it's my passion. And while it may not fit the conventional definition of success in their eyes, it brings me fulfillment and joy. And I want that when it comes to love as well.

As I plate the last pieces of bacon and turn away from the stove, my phone rings. It’s my brother Daniel.

“Hey Danny.” I greet as I walk out the kitchen.

“Naomi! You already at mamas?” He asks me.

"Yeah, flew in last night. We're about to have breakfast," I reply.

"Bet, well, I'm on my way there, about nine hours out. Been on the road for a while. Just calling to let you know I'm bringing a guest." My interest piques, and I raise my eyebrows.

“Oh? Is it a girl?” I tease. I can almost feel him rolling his eyes at me.

“No, it’s not. It’s one of my colleagues who needs a place to be for Christmas, so I offered to let him come.” Daniel explains.

“Oh, okay. Just a heads up, the aunties are already in my business so make sure you got your shit together.” I share a laugh with him and, over the sounds of the road in the background, I can barely make out a second laugh. I choose to ignore it.

“Who knows, maybe my guest can help you get your shit together if you, uh, catch my drift.” He teases. I roll my eyes in return and give a sarcastic laugh.

“This is not about to be you tryna hook me up with one of your friends again. We both know how that ended up last time.”

“I know, I know. Don’t worry, it’ll be none of that, I promise. But don’t tell anyone I’m bringing someone. I want it to be a surprise.” He tells me.

"Sure, secret's safe with me," I respond, curious as to who he could be bringing.

"Alright, I'll catch you when I get home. Hopefully, everyone will still be up." He chuckles and I laugh along as well.

"Yeah, we'll see. Drive safe. See you when you get here." I say, before ending the call. As I hang up with Daniel, I can't help but wonder about the mysterious guest he's bringing. Returning to the kitchen, I start setting up the table as the delightful aroma of breakfast fills the air. Yet, my thoughts persistently drift back to the impending surprise.

A rhythmic knock echoes through the house coming from the front door, which promptly swings open.

"I'm hereeeee!" All of us in the kitchen pause to glance toward the entrance as my cousin, Ashanti, strides in. Draped in a fur coat and chic heeled boots, she's come with numerous bags.

Smiles light up the room, and everyone rushes to welcome her with hearty hugs. I hug her as well, but it's a bit stiff. Shanti and I grew up together and we used to be very close. But somewhere along the line, she started competing with me and it put a rift between us.

Amidst the flurry of greetings, I catch a glimpse of Ashanti's perfectly styled hair and the air of confidence she exudes. Despite the awkwardness between us, I manage a genuine smile, hoping that the holiday spirit will bridge the gap that has quietly settled over the years.

As the family gathers around, Ashanti unveils a cascade of presents from her bags. "Gifts for everyone!" she announces, and the room erupts with excitement. The children eagerly approach, but she urges them to wait their turn. The tension between us momentarily fades as the joy of the holiday season takes center stage. The gifts she gives are lavish and luxurious. As everyone gets their gifts, she saves the last one for me.

"And last, but certainly not least, this is for you, Naomi." Ashanti hands me a neatly wrapped gift. I smile and open it, eager to see what is inside. While I had no specific expectations, what I got is far from what I had expected. As I tear away the paper, I find myself holding what appears to be a Dollar Tree sketchbook, lacking the quality I might have hoped for.

"Oh, a sketchbook..." I attempt to conceal my disappointment, realizing she intentionally chose a less-than-impressive gift.

"No need for thanks! I just knew you'd love it. You know, with your little artsy thing you got going on. I figured it would be a perfect gift," she says, offering a feigned smile and a hug. Despite having plenty of similar sketchbooks, I decide not to grant her any satisfaction, accepting the gift graciously.

The room is still buzzing with the cheer of the holiday festivities, and as I hold the seemingly ordinary sketchbook, I take a deep breath, reminding myself that the value lies in the gesture rather than the material itself.

I manage a polite smile, masking any traces of disappointment, and reply, "Thank you, Ashanti. It's thoughtful." She beams, seemingly content with her choice of gift, and the tension between us lingers beneath the surface.

The following hours whirl by in a flurry of activity. I spend most of the day hanging out with my younger cousins, keeping them occupied while everyone else relaxes. It's a great feeling to be home and around my family once again, no matter how old I get.

There are a couple gifts beneath the tree and the fireplace blazes brightly. Grandmother, nestled in her recliner by the fireplace, skillfully crochets a blanket and my uncles huddle around the TV to watch a football game. Mom has just set out hot chocolate for the kids, while the aunties are talking with each other in the study. Ashanti is upstairs, probably on her phone or something. Meanwhile, I find myself on the couch, sketch pad in hand, allowing my creativity to flow.

The sun has dipped below the horizon and a flurry of snow blankets the world outside. I glance toward the window, crossing my fingers that the roads won't freeze over and that Daniel and his mystery guest will arrive soon. The children steal the TV, watching some cartoons while a few of my uncles head onto the porch for a smoke. This calm is one I've longed for over the years—it gives me a sense of nostalgia, sending me back to the carefree days of my childhood.

My cousin, Teresa, who was asleep all day, comes downstairs and sits beside me. I smile as I look up from my sketches at her.

"Hey, cuz!" She says, giving me a hug.

"Hey, you slept good?" I ask, giggling a bit.

"Girl, yes, it was MUCH needed. You really don't understand how much you miss naps until you have children." She sighs heavily and I nod sympathetically.

"Yeah, I figured when I saw James come down here and not you, you were still getting your rest." I say teasingly. Teresa rolls her eyes.

"Hey, those beds are comfortable." She retorts, defending herself.

"Well, at least now you get a break, right? You got some help." Teresa sits back and nods.

"I'm so glad to just be here. It's been a while since we were able to take a trip like this."

"Something tells me that this trip is gonna be one to remember." I say, mostly to myself.

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see." Teresa says, before standing up and heading to the kitchen.

As time goes by, I hear the doorbell ring again. I remain seated, engrossed in my drawing. Mom answers and her sudden loud exclamation echoes through the house as she lets the visitors in. Intrigued, I look up from my sketches, wondering who it could be. I get up and walk over to the door, first seeing my big brother standing there. He's smiling widely as he sees the shocked look on Mom's face. However, as I approach, I see who she's really screaming about.

There, standing beside Daniel on the doorstep is none other than famous actor Michael B. Jordan. My jaw drops in astonishment as I can't believe my eyes.

"Danny, what is this? You didn't tell me you were bringing a guest!" She exclaims, the unspoken emphasis being, 'You didn't tell me that you were bringing Michael B. Jordan!'

"Just thought I'd surprise you, Ma. And Michael, here, didn't have anywhere to stay for Christmas. So I invited him to stay with us for the week. Is that alright?" He asks, sporting a sheepish grin. My mother stammers for a moment, caught off guard by this surprise. She glances at Michael, who presents her a giftwrapped bottle of expensive-looking wine, flashing that gorgeous smile of his. Still in shock, she stammers as he hands her the gift.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Samuels. I hope I'm not intruding too much." He gives her a hug, giving her a squeeze. My mother, still processing the surprise, hugs him back, her eyes gleaming with disbelief.

"Oh, you're not intruding at all! Well, welcome to our home, Michael!" She starts as he lets go of her and stands in the doorway. "We're honored to have you join us for Christmas."

"The honor is all mine." He responds. By now, news of Michael's arrival has spread through the house. Danny brings him in, brushing snow off of himself, and I catch his eye. He winks at me knowingly as our family rushes to greet Michael and take pictures. I smile and shake my head at Daniel. It seems his "colleague" was quite the understatement. My little cousins jump excitedly at meeting the man who played Killmonger and my aunties and uncles are chatting to him loudly, talking over one another.

I watch all the commotion with a smile, when I lock eyes with Michael. He looks as if he is gonna approach me, but he's stopped by Ashanti.

"Hi, my name is Ashanti! You look like you need a drink." She says, before grabbing his arm and leading him away from the lively group. I suppress a sigh of awkward disappointment as she shoots me a mischievous glance over her shoulder. Just then, Daniel drapes an arm around my shoulder, steering me toward the study for a chat.

"Daniel!" I exclaim in a hushed tone as a cheeky grin plays on his face. He simply shrugs, not making a response. "Daniel!" I repeat, this time playfully socking him in the arm with an excited smile on my face.

"Surprise?" He offers, having anticipated my reaction.

"How the hell did you manage to get Michael Bakari Jordan to come to the Samuels household?!" I try to contain my excitement, but my words come out with an unintentional squeal. He laughs, feigning pain as he clutches his arm.

"It's like I said. He didn't have anywhere to be for Christmas. I didn't tell y'all, but this last project I was working on was with Michael and it was set to go into the Christmas holiday. Luckily, we ended up finishing early. Michael had tried to plan ahead and sent is parents and siblings on a Christmas cruise so they'd still have a good time. Well, during the project, Michael and I talked frequently and he mentioned not having anywhere to go, so I invited him to come here." He explains. I'm still in disbelief.

"This is insane. I never expected you to actually bring him. And he's staying until Christmas?"

"Yep, so he gets the full Samuels family experience for the holidays. But, you should go out and meet him yourself, Mimi. Knowing Ashanti, she's probably talking his ear off by now." He pats my shoulder, and I take a deep breath before stepping out of the study.

My heart is racing in my chest as I walk towards the kitchen. I've been a fan of his for the longest and now he's in my house. I'm trying to think of what I'd say to him. I find myself, instead of going to meet Michael, pacing around the dining room away from everyone else. I'm not usually this nervous or shy. But something about this man just makes me go crazy.

"Come on, Naomi," I say to myself, rubbing my palms on my jeans. I pace a bit more before I shake my head at my ridiculousness. With another deep breath, I head out of the dining room and towards the kitchen once more. There Michael and Ashanti are sitting at the bar, engaged in a conversation. It looks as if Ashanti is just talking about herself and her many accomplishments while showing him her photos. As I get closer, Michael glances over and notices me, giving me that famous smile again.

"Hey, Michael..." I start, and he watches me, waiting to hear what I'm gonna say. I decide to just go for it. "Mind if I steal you away for a bit?" I bite my lip, avoiding Ashanti's eyes as she glares at me. The corners of Michael's mouth turn up as the sound of my voice reaches him.

"Well, actually, Nao-"

"Yeah, I don't mind." He interrupts Ashanti as he stands, grabbing his glass . "Thanks for the drink, Ashanti." He says, but she rolls her eyes as she watches us leave. We make our way to the upstairs common area and sit on the couch. Michael sits a bit close to me, draping his arm along the back of the couch as he gets comfortable.

"You know, I was just looking for an excuse to take a break from her," He says, leaning into me. "Thanks for rescuing me." I laugh a bit at his words.

"Well, I'm happy to help. I'm always willing to answer the call of a damsel in distress." I joke, trying to break the ice. He chuckles a bit.

"It looked that bad, huh?" He replies and I nod, overexaggerating it a bit. "Well, then I guess that makes you my knight in shining armor." He grins charmingly and I have to stop myself from melting.

"Ah, where are my manners. I'm Naomi, Daniel's sister. I would've introduced myself sooner, but you seemed a bit busy." I laugh nervously, struggling to sit still under his gaze.

"So you're this troublesome Mimi I've heard so much about?" Michael questions and I freeze, blushing in embarrassment. There's no way Daniel really told him about my nickname. I regain my composure and clear my throat.

"First of all, I don't know where this troublesome idea of me came from, cuz it's definitely not true." I retort, playfully turning my nose up.

Michael grins, his eyes filled with amusement. "Hmm, I don't know, Daniel talks about you quite a bit and based on his stories, you seem pretty troublesome to me." He leans back, a playful glint in his eyes as he observes my reaction. "But don't worry, I'm all for a bit of trouble."

I chuckle, feeling a bit more at ease with his easygoing demeanor. "Well, if that's the case, I hope you're ready for the full Samuels family experience. We're a handful, but it's all in good fun."

"So, Naomi," Michael begins, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, "Aside from being a troublemaker, Daniel tells me you're an artist."

I playfully roll my eyes at the "troublemaker" label. "Oh, yes, it's my favorite thing to do. I love to draw, paint, you name it."

"What would you say inspires you?" He asks, his expression showing genuine curiosity.

"I just feel like art is my way of keeping some semblance of sanity in this chaotic world, you know what I mean?" I explain.

"Yes, I know exactly what you mean." He says, nodding his head. "It must be a nice escape from the chaos of the world to be able to express yourself through art. I love listening to music; it helps me find clarity when my thoughts get too messy."

"I completely get that. And it's just a plus that I get to do it for a living." I say with a content smile.

"So being an artist is your full-time job?" he questions, his tone laced with intrigue.

"Yeah, at first it was a hobby, but it got so successful that I was able to quit my other job and do it full-time."

"An artist, huh? Anything I might've seen?" he asks, genuinely interested. I shrug casually.

"Possibly. I do commissions for all types of people, I've got a few pieces in the Brooklyn Museum, I also run an art page on Instagram, so maybe you've seen some of my art." I pull out my phone and show him my page. He takes the phone from my hands, scrolling and raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"These are amazing," he says quietly, clearly impressed. "Do you draw from real life often? It's so realistic and…detailed" He continues, running his fingers along my phone screen lightly.

"I'm experimenting with some other media forms, but yeah, all of these I painted from real life. Some of them even went for really high prices. My most recent piece went for $3,000. But I've been working on that one for months. It was a commission for the governor of New York."

"Wow! It's amazing. You got some serious talent girl!" He praises, giving me a high five. I laugh, blushing a bit as he compliments me. He hands me my phone back and pulls his out, going to my account on his Instagram and following it. It takes everything within me not to scream.

"Thank you. Art is just a huge passion for me. I love to make other people happy with it as well." I admit. Michael notices me blushing when it sinks in he just followed my account.

"Well, you've got a new fan." He says with a sly grin, leaning against my shoulder. "I might have to use your services sometime." He says, his gaze lingering on mine.

"Yeah, I mean, I'm down to make anything you'd like." I blurt out, before realizing what I'd just said. "I... didn't mean it like that." I let out a sheepish laugh and clasp my hands together. Michael laughs as well, but he really is just enjoying himself.

"How about you make a portrait of me?" He suggests, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

"When? Right now?"

"I'll leave it up to you. We got the next couple days." He reminds me with a wink.

"Okay, but you'll have to be on your A-game this whole week. Are you up for the challenge?" I question, matching his tone.

Michael leans in, his voice low and teasing. "I'm always up for a challenge, especially if it involves spending more time with someone as captivating as you."

I feel a flush of warmth, and I playfully roll my eyes. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mr. Jordan."

He grins, unfazed. "Is that a promise, Ms. Samuels?"

"Absolutely," I reply, laughing a bit and enjoying our banter. Even though we've just met, it feels like we've been friends for a while. Michael takes note of the easy chemistry that we have, and that chemistry sets the tone for a vacation filled with shared moments and the promise of a memorable Christmas.

"Any other hidden talents I should know about, Naomi?" He questions me. Somewhere in our conversation, we've gravitated so close on the couch that there's no space between us. Yet, the proximity feels comfortable now, and any initial nervousness has dissipated.

"Well, you'll have to find that out, won't you?" I respond with a sly smirk.

"Oh, she wants to be mysterious now?" Michael chuckles, his dimples showing as he smiles at me.

"She does indeed. As you said, we've got these next few days. You'll just have to see for yourself," I reply, glancing at the clock to realize how late it has gotten. Most of the children have already fallen asleep, and the aunts and uncles have retired to their rooms. It appears that the family is settling down for the night. Michael and I exchange glances, acknowledging the quieting atmosphere around us.

"I guess it's time for us to call it a night," Michael suggests, a yawn coming from him. I nod in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment in the air.

"Yeah, it's getting late. Goodnight, Michael." I say, rising from the couch. Michael follows my actions and stands up.

"Goodnight, Naomi." He pulls me into a brief hug, and I reciprocate, my arms instinctively wrapping around his waist. After a moment, we separate, and I turn to make my way to my room.

"Uh..." Michael utters softly. "Which way is the guest room?" He asks. I smile and chuckle.

"It's down the hall, second door on the left," I reply, pointing him in the direction.

"Ah, okay, goodnight again." He says, before walking towards his room.

"Goodnight," I say softly, heading into my bedroom and getting ready for bed. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and stare for a moment. Out of nowhere, I break out into a victory dance and squeal silently. I still cannot believe that Michael B Jordan is at my house, or that he's going to be staying here for a week, or that he might even like me! I take a deep breath and compose myself once more, worried I might wake someone.

As I settle into bed, the tranquility of the night wraps around me like a warm blanket. Reflecting on the unexpected turns of this day, I realize exactly how crazy this whole day has been. I can only hope that this isn't a dream. With a contented sigh, I drift off to sleep, eagerly anticipating the things to come these next few days.

To Be Continued...