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apomaro-mellow · 3 months

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King&Prince 10

After his foot was deemed fine, Dustin dragged Steve to a sitting room and pushed him onto a couch.

"Wait here. I need to get everyone", he beamed before running off.

Steve really didn't understand what had gotten into him, but figured that he might finally meet this enigmatic Eddie. It was odd that he hadn't made himself known. From how the kids talked, he seemed like a larger than life personality. Dustin must have sent his friends ahead first, because Max, El, and Lucas arrived, and then Will and Mike.

"Where were you this morning?", Max asked, arms crossed.

"I...went on an outing with the king", Steve answered. He didn't think it wise to admit that while on the outing, he had smacked him and ran off up into a tree. Now that he thought about it, the whole thing was embarrassing. Steve rubbed his eyes and groaned.

"What's wrong?", El asked.

"I think my father was right. I'm an absolute idiot."

"Yeah, but a useful one", Robin said, coming in, following behind Dustin. "If our liege is going to be taking you out like that, I suggest we draft up some kind of sign out sheet."

Steve brought his hands down from his face. "What? For me? Like a piece of equipment."

"The music room looks great now, thanks to you", Will pointed out.

"Dustin. Why are we all here?", Lucas asked.

Dustin really looked like his face would break from how hard he was smiling. "You guys aren't gonna believe this. Steve says he's never met Eddie. Ever."

Steve wondered when he got comfortable not hearing the title 'prince' before his name. Probably when people spat it out to him like a curse word. While he was meditating on this, the rest of the group shared confused looks.

Mike spoke up first. "But he-"

"I know!", Dustin giggled.

"Does he-", Lucas stammered, pointing to Steve. "Does he not know-"

"How is that even possible? Is he brain-dead?", Max asked.

"Starting to seem like a real possibility", Robin said.

"If you all came just to insult me, I'll be heading back to my room now", Steve said, standing when El grabbed his arm.

"Wait. Sit", she ordered softly, so he did. Then she looked to the others. "Don't be mean. It's not his fault he doesn't know."

"Know what?", Steve asked.

"Certainly the things a Harrington doesn't know could fill a book", the king announced his presence with that quip. "Perhaps several books."

"Perfect. We're all here", Dustin grinned.

Steve didn't get what he meant by 'all'. "You all were talking him up so much, I thought I was finally going to meet this Eddie." He didn't miss the way the king's eyes got wide.

"This is probably the funniest thing I've ever seen", Will grinned.

Dustin cleared his throat. "Steve, why don't you tell us about Eddie?"

"Why would I tell you about your friend?", Steve crossed his arms.

"Just, tell us how you'd describe him", Lucas urged.

Steve glanced at King Edward, always wary of him, even though there was a small table between them. "He's always hanging around you guys. Telling you stories that you like, playing with you."

"Which was your favorite story?", Dustin asked.

"Depends", Steve shrugged. "If it's the one he does with you guys, I sort of liked that one about the missing friend. I don't believe in leaving anyone behind and I can't believe you argumentative shits actually worked together long enough to find them."

"You gonna let your prisoner call your wards 'shits'?", Robin smirked at the king.

"If the boot fits", he replied, face unreadable.

Steve didn't actually know how the king felt about this band of children. They seemed to enjoy the benefits of having the king's favor, despite at least one of them being a servant's child. Not for the first time, he wondered what they were all doing here.

"Anyway", he continued. "If it's my favorite story about Eddie, probably the one you called the uh, what was it? The ribbon incident?"

The king shot up to his feet and pointed an accusatory finger to Dustin. "You told him about that!?", he squawked in a very un-kingly manner.

"I didn't, Max did", Dustin ratted right away.

"I did. It was funny", Max said.

"What about the nice things about Eddie?", El asked.

"Who's saying nice things about Eddie?", Robin asked, brow raised. "Like, out loud?"

"Great gusts, you'd think they worship him", Steve groaned. "Half the things they told me about were how amazing Eddie was."

"Okay, Steve you can shut up now", Mike warned.

"'Eddie did this and it was great', 'Eddie did that and we fucking loved it'. 'Eddie's the best', Eddie is-", Steve paused when he saw the king smiling. Not just smiling but looking...well and odd combination of smug and bashful. Why would he...wait...

"I'm going to ask a stupid question", he started.

"My word, I think he's got it", Robin said.

"Shh, birdie. There's no such thing as a stupid, little prince", the king looked to him.

There was something different about the way he said 'little prince' this time, but Steve forged ahead. "King Edward...are you Eddie?"

"That I am", he answered.

"You just-you just let these random children call you that?"

King Edward-no Eddie-no, he was still King Edward, looked around the room at the gaggle present. "I wouldn't call them 'random'."

Steve couldn't take it. He was looking at them with...well it could only be described as fondness, as adoration, something like love. He shot up from his seat and marched towards the door, needing to get away. This time, El didn't hold him back. But he did hear Dustin running after him and calling for him. Steve didn't stop until he was back in his room. Not his room, a cell. He might have a better bed and a window now, but this was still very much a prison.

"Hey, what the shit?", Dustin demanded, coming in without so much as a knock.

"You all just expect me to believe all of that? That King Edward is Eddie?"

"Yeah", Dustin jutted his chin out. "Why's that so hard to believe?"

"That man is the same one who cried when his favorite lute broke? The same one who used to sing El to sleep? The same one who ate so many strawberries that he passed out?"

"To be fair, he was shifted into a bat at the time, so it only took like ten strawberries", Dustin clarified.

"You're asking me to look at red and see blue."

"Huh?"

"King Edward is not the same as Eddie. Those are two different people and I won't believe that they're the same." Steve turned to look out the window. He was wasting his time here. He had to think of an escape. It was far up but with enough sheets, this might be a viable option.

"Maybe I don't want you to see blue. Maybe I want you to see purple."

Steve's brow furrowed. "What?"

"You knew about one side of Eddie. Let's call that red. Now you know the other side, his blue side. Now you just need to put them together to make purple", Dustin explained.

"You're asking the impossible." Steve sat down on his bed but kept his eyes trained on the window.

Dustin came over and sat next to him. "Have you ever had someone look at you and only see one thing?"

"It's different with him. He's a tyrant."

“Did you ever think it might be time for you to get rid of that narrow worldview of yours and broaden your horizons?”, Dustin tilted his head like he was talking to a child.

Steve, ever stubborn, didn’t respond and kept looking out the window. He couldn’t see his kingdom from here, and at this point he was wondering if he’d ever lay eyes on it again. He didn’t know whether that would be a bad thing or a blessing. He didn't want to admit it, but Dustin had hit the nail on the head. Back home, he'd only been one thing or the other. People rarely got close enough to see the whole picture of what he was.

“Seriously, what’s the worst thing that can happen?”, Dustin urged, frustrated.

“I’m not going to be toyed with by your king.” At the end of the day, they were mortal enemies. There was no common ground wide enough to change that. A few stories of him not being a menace meant nothing. At least that's what he was telling himself.

"Henderson, leave us alone", the king said, also coming in without knocking.

Steve expected to hear protests, but Dustin got up and left without a word. Apparently he did actually respect the king's authority sometimes. Steve turned, knowing it wasn't wise to have your back towards the enemy.

"Suppose you're here to tell me how nice you actually are."

The king closed the door but didn't step away from it, keeping the distance between them. He looked uncertain and that enough threw Steve off. What did he have to be unsure about?

"There's something I need to tell you. Something I should have said days ago."

"What? Your nickname? I would have figured it out if those brats had any sense of awareness."

"They talk about you the same way."

Steve stood slowly, feeling somehow vulnerable even though neither of them were positioned to fight. "What?"

"Ever since they started talking to you, it was always 'Steve this, Steve that'", the king smiled in much the same way he had before. "'Steve knows so much, I learned a lot from him today'. It was kind of annoying to be honest."

Steve crossed his arms. He could relate, but he wouldn't let that show.

"I didn't want to believe that the son of my enemy could be good with kids. That he could be kind and gentle."

"Why are you telling me this?", Steve asked.

"Because I know you're not like your father. Or your grandfather. As much as you pretend to be."

"You don't know anything. And if you think being nice to me is going to get me to defect, you've got another thing coming."

"You're that loyal to your father?", he felt the words rising up out of his mouth like venom but couldn't decide if he wanted to poison the prince or protect him.

"I'm loyal to my kingdom", Steve said, voice full of sincerity. He knew he wasn't the perfect prince, but his father wasn't infallible either. But Steve's allegiance had been to his people for a long time. He felt as though he'd said too much though, when he saw the king's expression slip.

“Your king…Your father…”, Eddie looked away, unable to meet his eyes. Why was this so hard? Why couldn’t he say it? “When I sent the ransom letter, all I asked was to negotiate. Only then could I guarantee your safe return.”

Steve’s face showed no change. No realization. If anything, he looked resigned.

“King Alric has refused to sit with me.”

“So you can no longer guarantee my safety”, Steve surmised.

There was an even deeper resignation as his shoulders sagged and Eddie knew that Steve believed he was here to execute him. He shook his head frantically, making a decision right then and there.

“Your safety is between you and I now. It has nothing to do with that man.”

Steve frowned. "But you just said-"

"I said you're not your father."

"...So you'll let me go?"

Eddie could hear Nancy berating him and even Jeff giving him some choice words for releasing what should be a very valuable hostage without consulting them first. He pushed their voices away.

"If that is what you wish."

Steve didn't know if he felt a weight lift off his shoulders or a heavier one bear down on him. Before, his father had decided where Steve would go and he obeyed. Then he had been shackled by King Edward, only allowed where he let him. But now he was being giving a choice. To return home or to...to what? Stay here? Was it even a choice?

He felt completely unmoored and didn't know what was right.

"If you stay...", Eddie started, looking unsure himself. "If you stay, you won't be a prisoner anymore."

Steve let out a breath. "Then what will I be?"

Eddie grinned cheekily and Steve thought of the color purple. Dammit, Dustin.

"You'll be one of my little shits."

Steve laughed so sudden and loud that Eddie startled. Everything he'd been feeling had bubbled up and overflowed and finally found its way out. When he finished, he wiped a stray tear and caught his breath.

"Can we think of a better title while I think about it?"

"At your leisure, little prince."

Holy cow can you believe we're nearly done with the first arc?

Part 12

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kalims · 2 years

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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "do I like you? is that even a question?"

you like me, don't you?

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"..."

there's nothing that leona says when your words resound around the glass walls of the botanical garden. you're a quarter sure that he's relieved no students other than two of you are present or near at all.

he's laying on his side with hisback turned away from you, successfully keeping you unaware of the expression he wears. you imagine him still closing his eyes with a slightly irked expression.

it's funny how riled up he gets with 'embarrassing things' especially that you're practically accusing him of having a crush on you but then proceeding to ignore everything else. almost like he only has reactions to the things you say.

you stifle a laugh and smack his back. if you were anyone else you'd have probably lost a tooth by now for doing such a thing, funny how he never got yours the first time you met. "aren't you gonna say anything?"

slowly he turns to you, there's a look of pure nonchalance in his face. "if you didn't get that much already—" he flicks your forehead, most probably referring to the fact that he likes you. "—then you're more dense than I thought."

he just.. admitted it? what. you blankly blink, wondering if it went wrong or right.

—

"eh? I didn't know you thought of yourself so high." he teases, though the sentence itself sounded downright mocking you can sense no such thing from ruggie. he shakes his head and barks out a flurry of laughs, laughing at his own words.

you raise a brow at his attempt to dodge the question. "hey! you didn't answer my question." you point out. stabbing a piece of meat decorated on your plate, it seems like you were the lunch man's favorite cause he reserved one especially for you this day.

ruggie eyes the savory meat impaired by your fork, there's clear desire present in his eyes. meanwhile you protectively hug the plate, shielding it from his view just as he grins mischievously. the very same face he does when he's about to rob someone of food. "this is mine you know."

he doesn't falter. "well, if you give it to me I'll tell you want you want." how smart. you sigh, shoulders drooping and arms retracting back to your sides. then, reluctantly pushing the plate back to him. grimacing at the protest your stomach makes.

he definitely heard that. "so?"

the boy shivers in delight as he munches. "I do." he answers with bright joy.

should you be happy that he does like you or be sad that the rare plate of meat is being devoured by someone else than you?

"here." the plate is pushed back to you once again and you look at ruggie as if he's grown a second head. he feigns a look of offense. "just this once alright?"

what the hell.. did he get possessed?

—

"oi.. d-dont say stuff like that so suddenly.." jack startles, involuntarily flinching back at the relevation that you somehow know the truth. he quickly crosses his arms and looks away, blissfully unaware of the stiff ears and tail he currently has.

you cast them an amused look. "why not?" jack seems hyper aware of the eyes on his.. ears and tail so he just shakes it off and wills it to stop, years of growing up with it. he learned to partially control it.

he looks like he's been thinking of victoria's secret for the longest time. or to be more specific, putting all his brain juice into creating an excuse. "it's not right to tell people that without a warning..?" he says. if you listen closely the end of his sentence drifts off and just transitions it like he's unsure.

"oh I get it.. you do like me."

the male stiffens and his previous attempt of letting his tail actually sway and look normal all washes away. it's stiff as a rock and you can see it from the corner of his eye, the quick glance at you.

"I do not." sternly and stubbornly.

you wipe an imaginary tear away. "oh okay.. that's too bad, I liked you too.." his ears perk up, standing up to its full height as it listens intently to your words.

jack scratches his nape. "no! uh.. wait.."

you start to walk away for good measure, purposely ignoring his sounds of small, shy protests. he'll have to be more expressive if he wants you to stop. you grin evilly at your totally evil plan.

"wait you! grrr.... fine I do, you happy?"

"very." :)

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hwanghyunjinenthusiast · 1 year

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✨️1K Followers Celebration Day 3: TXT bias wrecker - Kai✨️

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AN: Honestly, my TXT bias list is a fucking mess right now but, I think Kai tentatively holds the position of bias wrecker (though Yeonjun has been yelling in my ear lately). Also, it's completely by accident that my two most recent TXT fics are porn genre/trope related lol. However, I had a lot of fun writing this and my Soobin fic so, maybe I'll explore more tropes, clichés etc with different idols in future fics.

Synopsis: Kai hates his job, but he needs to pay rent. However, when a ridiculously pretty woman can't pay him and offers up another form of payment, maybe it isn't all bad.

Heads up: Huening Kai x Fem! Reader, Pizza delivery man! Kai, strangers to strangers who fuck, the plot is virtually nonexistent, porn logic applies here, implied power dynamics (more dominant Reader and more submissive Kai), praise kink (m. receiving), hints of a size kink, oral sex (m. receiving), Reader touches herself while sucking Kai off, unprotected piv sex, nipple play (f. receiving) and creampie.

Word count: 3199

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

Today sucks. It's been hot as hell the entire day, two customers gave him shit for their orders being wrong and he got a text from his roommate that their shower broke. Again. Kai is at his wit's end.

He slams the door of the delivery car harder than strictly necessary but, he can't bring himself to even pretend to care right now. To say his day has been terrible would be a gross understatement. Luckily, he only had an hour left of his shift, and then he would be a free man. That's the single thought that pushes him forward. He can do this. Just one more hour.

He's about to knock on the door of his current delivery address again before it swings open. His words die on his tongue when he takes in the very attractive woman mere centimetres away from him with a robe that leaves very little to his imagination.

"Hi! I'm so sorry it took me so long to answer. I just hopped out of the shower. Just give me a minute and I'll go get my purse," You're gone before he can utter anything in response. Images of what he thinks you look like in the shower flood his mind without much prompting. He needs to get it together. He's a grown man. He shouldn't be getting hard just from fantasising about a stranger taking a shower. Especially not when he's fucking working.

"Oh shoot, I don't have any cash on me. Do you accept card by any chance?" You ask once you return, your head titling in a way that Kai finds far too endearing.

"Um no, Miss. Sorry," he tries not to visibly cringe at the shakiness evident in his voice.

"Damn. I don't know how else I could pay you," you ponder loud, crossing your arms. Which makes him panic because the motion just causes your tits to be even more visible through your poor excuse for a robe.

He's not sure if he's just that obvious or, you have knack for these situations but, you notice him looking. He really doesn't mean to. He just can't help it. Who could really blame him? They were right there.

Before he can't comprehend what's happening, you're in his personal bubble. Eyes that were warm and welcoming moments ago now light up with knowing amusement. Kai swallows.

"Well, I could always pay you another way if you'd like," you trail off.

Now, Kai may not be the best at reading these kinds of situations, but it's clear as day what you're offering.

He knows this is probably incredibly unethical. He knows he shouldn't even be considering what you're so blatantly suggesting, but you are pretty. He'd be lying to himself if he thought otherwise. Plus, it's been longer than he cares to admit since he's gotten any action, and here you are, offering yourself up to him willingly.

He'd be an idiot to say no.

"Okay," he whispers, and he's caught completely off guard when you practically launch yourself at him. Eager hands winding into his hair and soft lips pressing against his. Blood rushes south so quickly that it leaves him completely disoriented. Trying his best to meet your enthusiastic kisses before he realises he's still holding your pizza like an absolute buffoon.

"Hey, s-sorry. Can I put this down somewhere?" He cringes at himself, hoping his awkward interruption hadn't completely obliterated the mood.

"Oh right, sorry. I got a little carried away there," you respond with sheepish laugh, "You can just put it on the table over there."

Once his hands are free and, to his relief, you still want to continue, he hesitantly rests them on your hips. Losing himself in your expert kisses once more and groaning against you when you experimentally tug on his hair. Blood rushing to his face when he feels you smile against his lips at that.

His brain stops functioning all together when you press yourself closer to him. Soft tits against his broad chest, your arms wrapped firmly around his neck, and your stomach flush against his quickly growing erection. He can feel so much of you all at once, and it's not helping his already delicate resolve.

"You can touch me, you know," you say once you two remember that you need to breathe. Your eyes already heavy with such blatant want that it's honestly doing fantastic things for Kai's ego.

"I did-didn't want to go too far or make you uncomfortable,"

Your giggle is like music to his ears, "Considering that I'm going to let you fuck me, I think you're fine. That's very cute, though. Thanks for thinking about my comfort."

He's not sure if his cock twitches because you so casually mentioned letting him fuck you or because you called him cute but, either way, he takes your go ahead. Large hands grabbing generous handfuls of your ass and tits, respectively. Mind already growing foggy from how soft you feel and the kisses and nips you press to his jaw.

"You're so broad," he hears you mutter softly against his neck, shudders running down his spine from the sensation. He's sure his face is flushed from your words. No one's ever called him broad in this kind of situation, and from the way his head spins, he may be learning some things about himself today.

"Th-thank you," he stutters out, not entirely sure what to say in response and still trying to make sense of this realisation as your hands greedily run along his shoulders.

"You're too fucking cute," you groan, weaving one of your hands back into his hair and tugging him down into a messy kiss. At this point, Kai is more than happy to let you do whatever you want with him. Though, he supposes, it should be the other way around given the...circumstance he finds himself in.

He gasps into your mouth, fingers biting into your skin, when you palm him over his jeans. He's already so hard, and every bit of friction you allow him makes his knees buckle.

His grip on you tightens without much thought from him when you lavish his throat with licks and open-mouthed kisses once more. Your smaller hands toying with the belt of his jeans. Not quite seriously trying to unbuckle it, but just the brushes of your fingers so close to where his aching for you makes him feel dazed.

"Please," he whines, desire and embarrassment coiling tightly in his gut.

"Please what?" You ask, a mischievous gleam in your previously warm eyes. Fingers pushing up his shirt to trace nonsensical patterns on his abdomen. Kai thinks he's either going to scream or cry.

"Plea-please touch me," he whispers, trying his utmost not to grind himself into your hand.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," before he can blink, you're on your knees in front of him. Skillfully unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans.

"He-Hey, you don't ha-have to do that," he says quickly, piecing together through the fog of his mind what you're planning.

"I thought you wanted me to touch you?" You ask coyly and, fuck if the sight of you staring up at him with faux confused innocence doesn't make his cock twitch.

"I- yes, I do but, I didn't- you don't have to y'know if you don't want to,"

"What makes you think I don't want to?"

Oh. You've got a point there, he concedes.

"You should relax, cutie. I'm not doing anything I don't want to," Kai hates the way his cock jumps at the wink you have the audacity to send him while tugging down his boxers and jeans.

Relief fills him when he's finally free from the increasingly restrictive confines of his bottoms, but it's fast replaced with anxiety when you just...stare at him.

God, do you think it's ugly? Is it too small? Is it curved weird? Fuck, what if you-

"So pretty," he hears you barely whisper, lidded eyes becoming glossy as you wrap, or rather attempt to wrap, your hand around him. Between the compliment that leaves him completely blindsided and the slight pressure your hand provides, he can't help the whine that bubbles out of him and the jolt of his hips into your soft hold.

Kai feels his vision blur for a second when you take your first tentative lick of him. Pretty pink tongue curiously dragging along the underside of the head of his cock. That mischievous gleam is still present in your eye, and before his brain can catch up to what's happening, he finds himself enveloped in your warm, wet mouth.

His hands weave themselves into your hair instinctively. A broken, bordering on embarrassing, moan falling from his lips when he feels your throat constrict around him. Your hand stroking everything you can't fit in that sinful mouth of yours. He thought the feeling alone would drive him to madness, but the sounds of you gagging on him sends shudders down his spine. Hips shallowly fucking you as not to overwhelm you.

However, given how eagerly your choking on his dick, he doubts he could overwhelm you even if he tried.

He cracks his eyes open with much effort and immediately regrets the decision. Your pretty face is streaked with stray tears, and the combination of your spit and his pre-cum dribbles down your chin. If that wasn't bad enough already, he notices your unoccupied hand disappear between your thighs. His muddled mind taking longer than he cared to admit to understand what you're doing.

Holy fuck, are you touching yourself right now? Is this even real? Based on the circular motions he notices your hand making and moans that are being muffled by his dick down your throat, that pretty much confirms his suspicions.

"Wait shit fuck, st-stop," he stutters out, large hands gently tugging you off of his length before he makes a fool of himself and cums in your mouth.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, looking up at him. Fuck. He can barely look at you right now. Face smeared with tears, spit and his pre-cum. Your eyes a combination of concern and still barely restrained desire. He just hopes you don't notice his cock twitch then.

"Yeah, I just- I was close,"

Warmth floods his face when a smug grin spreads across your face.

"Oh? Why stop then? I'd gladly swallow anything you're willing to give me,"

Kai closes his eyes in an attempt to collect himself momentarily. Which turns out to be a terrible idea because his mind unhelpfully supplies images of his cum streaked across your face and your tongue. God.

"I'd rather cum somewhere else,"

He tries not to feel too proud of himself at the stunned look that crosses your pretty face. It feels good to leave you a little off kilter for once.

You laugh a little breathlessly as you make your way onto unsteady feet, "So you do know how to talk." He resents the way he flushes at your teasing.

His response dies on his tongue when you gently shove him back. He lands on your couch with a soft thud, looking up at you in question only to feel his tongue turn to lead in his mouth and his cock jump against his abdomen.

You shrug off your robe. Exposing your completely nude form to Kai and, he drinks you in. Taking in your breasts and the way they jiggle with every minute bit of movement from you, the slopes of your waist and hips until eventually he zeros in on your slick upper thighs. His blood turns molten. He can't quite see your pussy as clearly as he'd like to but, the streaks of wetness he can see on your thighs makes his head spin.

"You're staring," you tease, strutting over to him. He's not sure if the sway in your hips is just for him or not, but he couldn't care less. He's mesmerised.

"I can't help it. You're beautiful,"

You stop between his legs, and for a moment, he's terrified he went too far. Was calling you beautiful too much? God, why can he never get his foot out of his fucking mout-

He's pulled out of his anxious spiral by your smaller hands cupping his face. You smile at him and proceed to kiss him softly. Your thumb caressing his jaw as he finds himself lost in you once again.

"Thank you, cutie. You're really sweet," you mutter against his mouth, making yourself comfortable in his lap. Any line of thinking Kai had going is swiftly drop kicked out of his mind when he feels your pussy glide over his cock. Based on the way your hands fly to his broad shoulders and the little gasp that leaves you, he's not the only one affected.

He thinks he might lose his mind if you don't sink down on him immediately.

"Please," he whimpers, his hands making themselves at home on your hips.

"Since you asked so n-nicely," you respond with a devious smile. His heart rate continues to tick up when your hand grasps him and lines him up with your entrance.

Kai knows he's in trouble as soon as you begin to sink down onto him. His vision blurring slightly, and his hold on you quickly becoming bruising just from his tip being enveloped by your scorching, slick walls. The little strained whimpers and moans that slip from your lips only making it all worse.

It takes everything in him not to just shove you down onto him or snap his hips up until he's fully inside of you. However, he's not so far gone in his lust that he can't see that hints of discomfort on your pretty face. He pulls you down into a kiss in the hopes of providing some form of distraction. Long fingers reaching between your soft thighs, and he can't help that small smile that finds its way onto his face when you gasp into his mouth and clench around him.

He experiments with various speeds and patterns until he finds the one that cause you to moan into him and, more of your wetness to gush down his cock. "You're taking me so well," he mutters, half-delirious from how otherworldly you feel, and he isn't even fully inside of you yet.

He isn't prepared for you to so suddenly take him all at once. Needy hands tugging on his hair and watery cries of pleasure pressed into his mouth. Kai, for his part, his just trying not to cum from all of the unexpected sensations assaulting him at once. His fingers biting into the skin of your thighs as he fights to regain his composure. Closing his eyes and kissing you back to the best of his abilities while his cock throbs inside of your velvety walls. He's so fucked.

If anyone asks, he definitely doesn't whimper when you start to move. He definitely doesn't leave indents of his fingers on your skin from how tightly he's holding onto you. He definitely doesn't keep his eyes shut just so he doesn't cum in an instant from watching how your face contorts in pleasure for him, how your tits bounce and how your unreal pussy splits open to take him. Definitely not.

His attempt at concentration is disrupted when his ears catch a strangled cry from you, and you clamp down harshly around him. He cracks his eyes open and immediately wishes he hadn't.

The light from the setting sun hits you beautifully. Forming a halo around you as you continue to ride him. Your nimble fingers toying with your nipples and, based on the whines that fall from your devious mouth, they're pretty sensitive. He can't help the way his hips jolt up into at the vision you provide. Yeonjun had always teased him for being a bit of a romantic.

Instinct guides him. His arms coming to wrap around your waist as he fucks up into you. He wouldn't be shocked to find out his eyes had crossed from the depth this angle allows him. Eager mouth latching onto one of your tempting nipples. Groaning into your skin with every lick and suck and tug of the sensitive bud. Unadulterated lust guiding him all the way.

The symphony of skin slapping against skin and your wanton cries fill the space of your living room. Your hands are restless. Not quite sure if you want to tug on his hair or steady yourself on his broad shoulders. "So good. So de-deep," he manages to catch you whine, bordering on pathetic and that just motivates him to fuck you harder. Keeping you in place with his firm grip so you have no choice but to take all of him.

Between the way you tighten and spasm around him and the increasing pitch of your moans, Kai isn't sure how much longer he can last. Teeth nearly sinking into the flesh of your tits with how wound up he is and large hands drifting downwards to grab generous handfuls of your ass.

"I-I think I'm go-gonna cum," he moans out, "Sh-should I pu-pull out?"

Your hands move to cup his face so quickly that his foggy brain takes a few moments too long to even register it. Nails biting into his cheeks and your eyes blazing as they bore into his, "Don't you dare."

Kai couldn't have stopped himself from unravelling even if he wanted to.

He's practically crushes you to his larger frame while he remains completely sheathed inside of you. Ropes and ropes of his cum painting your walls white as he moans loudly, his chest heaving and flushed with exertion.

His disoriented eyes find your frenzied ones once he's able to crack them open. Your mouth shaped in a silent O and, it only hits him when he feels you clench harshly around his softening cock and more of your wetness gushes out of you of that you're cumming. The sting in his scalp is worth it as he takes in the way you fall to pieces on top of him. Eyes fluttering shut and your body convulsing. He tries his best to soothe you through it. Pressing gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. Large hands rubbing your thighs gently.

He rests against your couch when you eventually sag against him. Laboured breaths hitting the skin of his neck where you've made yourself comfortable. A combination of your releases beginning to trickle out of you and, down his spent cock and balls.

The silence is more comfortable than he anticipates. Neither of you feeling the need to fill it while you gain your bearings.

A thought hits Kai, and he panics. Feeling like the biggest piece of shit on the face of the Earth.

"What's wrong?" You mutter, fingers absentmindedly toying with the ends of his hair.

"I never asked you for your name,"

Your giggle could easily be mistaken for windchimes, "Oh, is that all? It's Y/n. What's yours?"

"It-it's Kai."

"It's nice to be properly introduced to you, Kai," you respond with a dizzying smile.

Yeah, maybe today isn't all bad after all.

#hueningkai smut #huening kai smut #kai smut #txt smut #1k followers celebration day 3 #1k followers celebration #1k followers milestone

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hi, im new here (not to dd just to the tumblr sphere— why does everyone seem to hate zdarsky/checchetto? i really enjoyed the first part of zdarkys run and i adore checchetto’s art + design, so idk what i missed that makes everyone who comicsposts dislike it so much??

hm. this isn't the easiest question to answer. there's a LOT of different reasons as to why people disliked that run.

tbh I'll admit the first 20 or so issues of v6 are kind of okay. not impossible to read. it goes downhill fast after that, tho. very very downhill.

here's this post by @/xycuro-illuminati that does a good job of explaining why so many people disliked the run. here's my post on the ableism in zdarsky's writing. trust me you aren't the first person who's asked this question before

i'll give you a more general answer of my own opinion, tho

zdarsky's writing misses what most consider to be crucial points of Matt and Elektra's characters. with this, he entirely obliterates their characterization and that really pissed a lot of comics fans off.

i would consider volume 6 to be the beginning of the MCU-ification of dd. it is clear that at that point, some higher-ups were pushing for daredevil comics to become more like the show. the show was a MASSIVE hit and they wanted to cash in on that. so, they had the writers start shifting the comics and the characterization around to fit the show better.

this is where the problem lies. it is insulting, honestly, to ignore the past 50 plus years of writing for matt's character to shift it into something that will be more palatable to live actions fans just so marvel can get a good payday.

the most glaringly noticeable part of this is - the catholicism. the live action show makes a big deal out of matt being catholic when this was never really the case in the comics. while matt being religious and catholic are present in matt's background in the comics, it's not even close to being a big part of the character.

one of the main things that makes matt so compelling as a character is his morality, his integrity. he upholds his moral code relentlessly because he believes it is the right thing to do. he believes everyone deserves a second chance no matter what. in zdarsky's run and in the show, matt's reason for upholding his moral code is tied to his religious beliefs.

here's a good post on the origins of catholicism being related to matt's character and how it differs from the show and why it is such an injustice to tie matt's morality to his religion.

it's really really hard to articulate every single thing that's wrong with zdarsky's run while also giving you a thorough explanation.

i could tell you about how zdarsky's original plot was focused around matt's guilt when he accidentally kills someone but... matt's killed people before. he killed someone in his very first issue. ever. he was chasing after the man who was responsible for his father's murder and scared him so badly the man had a heart attack and died.

all of zdarsky's plots and subplots are all things that have been done over and over, he just writes it worse.

i could tell you about how shitty checchetto's art is. he can't draw women. or fat people (foggy fans deserve reparations). toward the end of the run he gets ESPECIALLY sloppy. he whitewashed kirsten and sam.

i could tell you about how zdarsky wrecked elektra's character. he completely ignored her origins and the character development she's had over the course of decades of writing just to slap some random retconned backstory onto her.

theres so. many. things.

i got into the comics through the show. when I started reading the comics I honestly perceived comics matt and show matt as two entirely different characters because they just felt so incredibly separate from one another. it is not that there are zero similarities, but their reasons for WHY they are the way that they are diverge wildly from each other

i dont know how else to put it except to say this. when I read zdarsky's run, I do not feel like I'm reading about Matt Murdock. it doesn't feel like matt, it doesn't feel like daredevil. it feels like an entirely new character that I do not know.

to fully explain to you why i feel that way would take a damn book. i realize that my answer isn't at all comprehensive and some parts are probably confusing but it is impossible to pick a start and end point. that's just not matt. that's it.

#dd #dd comics #daredevil comics #anti chip zdarsky #asks #ren replies #ren rambles #anon asks #nonny asks

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joeys-babe · 9 months

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Someday We’ll Be Together

Chapter 6: Realizations

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(joe's pov)

yesterday, i came to a realization. the feelings i had for y/n back in college never truly went away. i didnt admit to y/n's mom that she was right that i still liked y/n, but in my head i knew she was right.

she's why i finally broke up with lexie. i knew she treated me like shit and still stayed with her, but y/n being there to comfort me just made me want to end things. i wanted my attention to just be on her after all the shit i did to her while we were living in different states.

that's why i'm so jealous of her and tee. i wanted to be in the spot he was in; i wanted to be taking her on dates, i wanted her to watch me at practice, and hang out with the other girls because she was with me.

now that i've excepted the fact that i still have feelings for her, i need to come up with a plan. this time im not gonna chicken out, im gonna confess to her what i've wanted to tell her for a very long time.

the first step in that direction is actually talking to her, because i haven't been doing that the past couple of days.

come over?

that's the first text i sent to y/n. i've been an unreasonable jerk to her the past couple days so i'd be surprised if she answered

why? you've been ignoring me and now you want to hang out?

fair enough.

i want to apologize. thought it'd be better in person.

i'll be over in ten.

thank god she's not mad enough to refuse to see me.

the next ten minutes seem to go on forever. i sat on my bed just staring at the ceiling and waiting for a knock on the door or a ring from the doorbell.

i picked up my phone to see that had been 11 minutes, and i lost hope until there was a knock on the door followed by the doorbell.

i practically sprinted down the stairs, through the living room, and up to the door.

i took a deep breath before i opened the door, she had a pissed off look on her face.

"hey" - joe

"hey" - you

"come in" - joe moved to the side and let you in

she sat down on the couch, i followed and sat a couple feet away from her.

it was silent for a few moments, i was trying to collect my thoughts and perfect my apology. when i was ready i cleared my throat, causing y/n to look at me.

"i'm really sorry y/n. i shouldn't have ignored you like that.." - joe

she scoffed at my apology, and that's when i realized this was going to be a lot harder than i thought.

"why'd you do that?" - you

"i- i was just kind of annoyed that you were going on a date with one of my teammates." - joe

"what's so wrong with me going on a date with your teammate? wouldn't you rather i like someone you know rather than someone you don't?" - you

"it's just that if it didn't work out between you too i don't want it to be awkward at practice and at games. it's my job, and i can't have stuff like that messing with it." - joe

"that's not a good excuse. i'm confused because you call me your best friend but you don't want me to be happy." - you

"i do want you to be happy-" - joe

"no you don't!" - you raised your voice

"don't yell at me." - joe

"i can do whatever the hell i want! including going on dates with your teammates!" - you

"i'm just trying to protect you y/n!" - joe

"says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me!" - you

i stayed silent for a second, that was a really low blow.

"do what makes you happy, and if tee makes you happy then go date him. i dont care anymore!"

- joe stood up from the couch and started walking towards the stairs

"wait joe! im sorry i shouldn't have said that- that was uncalled for.." - you

i ignored her comment and kept walking up the stairs, so much for apologizing.

"joe don't walk away, im sorry.." - you

"y/n i asked you to come over here to apologize to you for being such a dick and instead you yelled at me and brought up my shitty ex that i'm trying to get over." - joe yelled from the top of the stage

"i know, and i'm sorry." - you

i didn't reply and walked into my room, loudly

slamming the door and flopping onto my bed.

(y/n's pov)

of course this happens.

after what tee told me last night, i couldn't sleep.

i tossed and turned, replaying his words in my head over and over again.

the fact that you still have feelings for joe.

after losing hours of sleep i came to a realization.

tee was right. i still liked joe, i don’t think i ever really stopped.

but of course now that the very rare occasion that joe and i are both single is happening.. we’re fighting.

it’s honestly my fault, instead of excepting joes apology i accused him of him not wanting me to be happy and shoved his toxic past relationship in his face. not the ideal way to drop hints to your life long best friend that you have feelings for him.

“sweetheart.. you okay?” - your mom knocked on your bedroom door

it was now a few hours since my incident with joe, and i was feeling increasingly guilty. this was probably the third time my mom had come up here to check on me, one of the times being to tell me dinner was done but i didn’t leave my bed.

“no mom, i’m not okay” - you sniffled

“can i come in?” - your mom

“yeah..” - you

when my mom walked in to see me sprawled out on my bed with my face covered up with a blanket she sighed and let out a “oh honey” before sitting on the edge of my bed.

“wanna talk about it?” - your mom

“not really. but i know i probably need to.” - you leaned up

“so how’d this all start?” - your mom

“joe wasn’t exactly happy about my date with tee. so much so that he had been ignoring my calls and texts, and ignoring tee at practice.” - you

god these kids are so clueless, your mom thought.

“mhm” - your mom

“he asked me to come over today so he could apologize.. but i messed up.” - you

“what happened?” - your mom

“he told me he was sorry but i just kept arguing with everything he said. i yelled at him, and accused him of not wanting me to be happy. then i did something super bitchy mom..” - you

“oh lord, what’d you do?” - your mom

“he said he just wanted to protect me.. and i said says the guy that dated a girl that was using him for 6 months. you can't even protect yourself, let alone protect me.” - you

“y/n!” - your mom

“i know, i can’t believe i talked to him like that.”

- you

“i see why you’re upset.. what’s he do after that?” - your mom

“he started walking upstairs, saying that i should go do what makes me happy and if tee made me happy to go date him because he didn’t care anymore. i told him i was sorry and that i shouldn’t have said that, but he just went to his room and slammed the door.” - you

“oh honey.. i’m sorry but you really shouldn’t have said that.” - your mom

“i know.” - you

“so are you going to go out with tee again?” - your mom

“no. he said we’d be better off as friends.” - you

“that stinks, i knew you liked him.” - your mom

“that’s not even the worst part though mom.”

- you

“what’s the worst part?” - your mom

“earlier that night tee had asked me if i ever had feelings for joe, i told him only in college. well after tee told me that we’d be better off as friends he said there was something i wasn’t realizing, and when i asked him what that was he said i still had feelings for joe.” - you

“do you?” - your mom

“yeah.. i think i do.” - you sniffled and wiped your eyes

“y/n…” - your mom pulled you into a hug

“i realized it last night at like 3 am. it’s always just been joe. all along it’s just been him, ever since damn high school. i’ve been on so many dates, had boyfriends, failed talking stages. there have been some really nice great guys, but i just end up comparing them to joe. no guy compares to him, mom. he’s so sweet, genuine, protective, down to earth, one of the most hardworking people ever, he’s always been there for me, and i mean he’s the most handsome boy i’ve ever laid eyes on.” - you

“are you saying what i think you’re saying?”

- your mom smiled

“yeah.. i’m in love with joe.” - you grinned

“oh thank god! i was starting to think you were actually blind. i’ve known this since you guys were in middle school, i always knew you’d fall in love with him.” - your mom

“how do i fix this? i’m telling him how i feel this time, i’m not gonna chicken out. can’t really do that in this mess.” - you

“we’ll figure that out tomorrow, you need to go to bed and sleep. it’s been a long day for you.” - your mom stood up and walked up to the door, turning the light off and walking out of the room

it felt really good to finally get that off my chest and tell someone.

im in love with joe.

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authors note: the motivation i have to write rn is insane.

hope you enjoyed ❤️

#bengals #joe burrow #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow series

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crying-fantasies · 4 months

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Memory reboot

Masterlist

It all starts with his dark habsuit, no light on his own personal space before he enters and notices that, yes, there is indeed one, the one of your datapad, a new datapad, one that was supposed to be a surprise.

His shout of surprise and rightful mild anger makes you look back, trying to hide the new object with your body even when it is futile, he just saw you, what kind of excuse will you make now?

"That was supposed to be a gift!" his finger accused you while he looked how you rolled to the side, obviously trying to get away, "stop right there, little bean!", Oh, he is using nicknames, corny and old as fuck ones but his last encounter with humans back on earth was way before you were born, he isn't that mad then, it puts an stop to your escape before flashing him with a smile.

"Sorry, couldn't believe it, I thought you forgot again" he makes an exaggerated sound with his cooling vents, like a gasp, his back strut is a perfect 90 grades and it's obvious he remembers the mortification he suffered the last stellar cycle when you presented him a great collection of new human music, not that his taste in music was bad, more like all the bots aboard listened to very old songs that were still hits they were also way too old.

"What an offense" his body moves on top of the berth, servos and stabilizers applying pressure to the new, warm and soft mattress, keeping him above your resting place that looks so comforting, "you wound me if you think I would forget about it", I'll never forget again is what he wants to tell you, and maybe you know it in how your lips give a little peck on his face plate, leaving him speechless before returning to his cool persona, "so where is my gift?".

"Still not here till tomorrow", the mattress moves when you jump in it, Rodimus makes an overly exaggerated sound that could be similar to a child cry, crocodile tears, "or we could go travel", that part makes him light the entire room with a smile.

"I like that idea, if we weren't traveling around as it is", you look at him, not exactly with bedroom eyes, but seeing you sprawled on the soft bed, smiling like that with your gift in hands, is quite tempting enough and makes him feel giddy even when he is supposed to be mad since you spoiled your own gift, your legs trash around a bit and you pat the side next to you repetitively, "What is it?", there is a playfulness on his voice, and you answer with your own.

"You should rest, with me", now your whole body is against the fabric of the mattress, it's tempting, way too tempting, but he knows Magnus will give him a terrible speech about responsibility if he doesn't end his work now, of course you don't know about the pile of datapads back on his desk or you wouldn't invite him to cuddle.

And, damn, he wants to cuddle right now.

"I don't need to rest now, I'm not tired", he brushes off the notification that appears internally, systems telling him to recharge after two whole cycles of work, he'll never admit it but this was his fault, he was supposed to clear his schedule but the crew really needed this equipment and that high grade and it's just- it's difficult to multitask, okay? And he wants to be a free bot tomorrow to spend it with his conjunx endurae wholeheartedly even when you look worried, "I'll be fine".

As if that would stop you from caring for him, to this point he should have known better.

"Hm, but, Roddy, I'll be so lonely without you", ah, ah-no, hell no, you're doing this again, acting cute and everything, what's wrong with humans and their inhumane (ironically) ways of obtaining what they want from sincere and unprotected bots like him?! Worst of it is how you'll have the nerve to be mad if he babies you later! But if he doesn't take the chance now you'll act as if it never happened! So unfair! You notice his internal fight, of course you do but your merciless attack doesn't stop even when he puts his servo up, silently asking you to stop because his vox will glitch if he uses it now, nevertheless you are a bloody human that uses every deadly charm you can get, just like when you open you arms slightly along with flexing your legs, totally tempting in another level because you know this is doing things to him, "come curl in my arms so I can feel whole again"

OH-kay! This is it, he can see the notification of his system about to activate the gears to open his interface panel and the sound of his vents about to die from overuse, but he is a hard bot, he'll no crack by such an attack.

And you, little devil, who knows he is weak to you acting like- like-, "what? Are you trying to seduce me into healthy recharge patterns?" He is close to the door, if he gets to get out then this conversation can, hopefully, continue later, just a few steps more-

But no, it's almost funny how you get to read him and his actions so well, getting up and leaving the new datapad in what you call nightstand, just to take your blanket, the blanket; he could've run away when you did your little detour but he couldn't rip his optics away from your bare legs, the pijama shorts doing a good job in catching his attention, you may call him crazy but he is sure you use those in purpose, worst of it all? He loves those shorts, and he loves that blanket, is the one you use to sleep on him after cuddling or after marital duties (ones he accomplishes like a champ), and he knows that you know, the closed smile on your little face is prove enough, "why? Is it working?"

Rodimus is weak, he has always been weak when it comes to you, so he isn't surprised when hours later he is laying on the mattress, system rebooting back to consciousness, at least his body returned back from the mass displacement with it, the dreamy bliss of the aftermath accompanied with your gentle strokes on his neck cables make his pedes move by the overstimulation, and you know it, he hears your giggles when a moan comes out of his vox again by the right movement of your hands over his energon lines, suddenly your teasing movements stop after giving a kiss to his neck armor, his audial receptor can hear how the fabric moves as you put your clothes back on, climbing your way to his chest armor with your blanket in hand.

The soft hum of his ventilation system slows down, holding your body to his chassis, just were he can see you before and after recharge, "Happy anniversary", you say it almost as saying good night when the digital clock turns to midnight, you give a little kiss over the armor before dripping off to sleep with the blanket around you.

Rodimus just stays there, not moving, basking in this moment, remember the sensation of your body weight over him, knowing that once he closes his optics the simulation of the golden disk will end, yellow digits reach out to your now sleeping form, trying to touch your hair, your skin, or just feel the warmth of your body but they just go forward, the hologram can't retain it's form and he sees how it starts to fail.

"Yeah, happy anniversary", that's his voice but he hasn't activated his vox to say them, it's all a memory, a video of that night, one he has been indulging the past cycles, the simulation ends because this is the exact moment he entered recharge.

When it ends he is still on his habsuit, the one you two shared, the mattress is long gone because he couldn't look at it, he can't look at anything that was once yours without painting his grieving marks under his optics again, it was better than doing something more stupid or dangerous, he has already been doing stupid things for all this time.

He needs to keep going, he must, and to do so he is supposed to accept his lost, say: "Happy anniversary" to the nothingness even when this is the hardest date for him, memories of happiness that drag him down, memories of the second anniversary of your conjunx ritus, it's hard to believe you were here to celebrate with him your 14th anniversary when he is here right now, this was supposed to be the 15th, a total stellar cycle since he lost you.

And he still needs to keep moving forward.

Inspired by @lost-light-incorrect-quotes and this piece of work, it may be short but damn, those little and centered words give me some ideas that go wild quickly and sadder by the second because I like to cry over these things, it's good for the soul.

Accompany this one with VØX x Narvent song of the same name and you have this mess of mine.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #tf rodimus #rodimus x reader #transformers x human reader

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smolwritingchick · 3 months

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 65- Karma

Chapter Summary: Tensions heighten when Jen decides enough is enough and creates a plan to take down Amity and Songstress once and for all. Jennie meets Jungkook's parents

Words: 8,000+

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Once the two friends made it to the fifth floor, they walked down the hallway.

"What room is she, again?" Jennie asked.

"Riiight here." they stopped in front of the door.

"Do me a favor and record everything. Live stream it and then end it when you think it's a good time. I'm gonna let this bitch run her mouth a little bit and dig her own grave while you record. It's better for people to truly see who she is in real time before I beat her ass. I'm tired of being nice. I gave her one too many chances. I'm done,"

Angelina prepared her phone and chuckled, "You don't have to tell me twice. I'm proud of you. I know you'll handle business,"

Jennie knocked on the door hard and before she knew it, Trinity opened it up, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, it's the quitter and the dead weight. What do you want?" she grumbled.

"Where is she?" Jennie demanded.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Trinity, I am not in the mood for games. Open the damn door. Right now." she responded in a hard tone.

A little surprised at how her voice went down an octave, Trinity took a step back and let her in as they saw Hailey looking up from her phone, on the couch.

"Ah, it's the quitter! And the thing." Hailey glanced at Angelina with disgust.

"I'm going to let that comment slide," Angelina replied as she secretly live streamed on social media with thousands of viewers popping in.

"So, what can I do for you, quitter? Why are you here?"

The tension was thick in the room as Jennie glanced around, clearing her throat.

Gesturing to her, Jen asked, "So, what's up?"

"Nothing is up," Hailey answered, amused.

"Really? Because I could have sworn that I told you to stay away from my boys. Boys. Plural. That includes Jungkook. That includes Jimin. That includes Jin and that includes Taehyung. Did you forget?"

"I know."

"So, why are you around them when I specifically told you to stay away? They are all extremely precious to me. I don't need this type of bad energy around them. I don't want any of them to deal with you. You are not gonna try to mess with their minds or whatever the hell you talked to them about. And you making Jimin insecure about his weight and making him cry? Real low."

"He cried? Oh my God, what a friggin crybaby! I just said what was true. I guess he can't handle the truth then if he wants to whine after I talked about him going on a diet."

"He doesn't need a diet, he's healthy."

"To you, not to me."

"And making the rest uncomfortable? Especially Jungkook?"

"Here we go...I didn't do anything wrong. Look, Jungkook isn't a baby. I think that people should stop babying him and stop thinking that he doesn't know what he's doing when he's around girls. Like me. And no, I'm not interested in the guy. He's very cute, I'll admit but he's not my type. But after finding out what his type is..." she looked at Jennie up and down. "He certainly has low standards...I just told him some advice, that's all. He can't handle the truth,"

"Why can't you just leave me and the members alone? Why do you have to keep doing this to get under my skin? You already have done enough. First me, then Ang, and now Layla? Come on. Are you really that bored and have no life that you just want to bring everyone down for your own gain? It's getting tiring and it's sad. Grow up. When I left I thought I would leave this mess behind me, but you keep coming back and trying me. I am not the one, Hailey,"

She laughed and stood up from the couch, "And what are you going to do about it? Hit me? We all know you're not going to do that. So, I highly suggest you leave this room before I do something I won't regret."

"Hailey, you know damn well your bum ass can't fight," Angelina called out, causing her to glare at her.

Ignoring Angelina, Hailey turned back to Jennie, "You're weak, quitter. And you're pathetic. You always have been and always will be. If you even think that you'll be able to put your hands on me then you are sadly mistaken. And I want you to ask yourself is your face worth the bruises I'll give you if you want to go that route? When are you going to get it through your thick skull that your stupid group is going nowhere and you left all that success back in America? I mean honestly, I am a way better leader than Rap Monster. He could never touch me. His failed solo attempts prove it. He is nowhere near my level of solos and even Amity's movie songs combined are better than that Fantastic Four song he did."

"Oof...you have done it now..." Angelina murmured, glancing at Jennie who looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep her composure.

She could see that Jen was about to be at her breaking point and was hanging on loose threads to not lash out. Angelina even saw angry comments in the live stream from BTS fans when they heard Hailey speak badly about Namjoon.

"And J-Hope? He is so damn ugly and annoying with his loud ass sound effects. He tries too hard while he dances. Everyone overhypes this guy." Hailey ranted furiously. "It's pathetic and it's nothing special. My girl Trinity dances way better than him and everyone knows it. She can outdo him in any dance battle. Who's next? Jimin, right? I bet he's only there for his abs. Come on, how else is he a member of BTS? He's an insecure, waste of space with low self-esteem and no confidence. With Jin, he's a waste of space too and so irrelevant! He can't sing! He can't dance! He's just there for his good looks. He probably got plastic surgery anyway, why else is he there? To look cute and that's it."

"Oh, and the little weirdo V." she went on angrily. "You see there is something mentally wrong with that alien and he needs to get checked out. I don't understand how anyone thinks his singing is good. It's overhyped and bland. Oh, and Suga...mister Suga. He's a wannabe rapper. His rapping is overrated and I cringe when I hear him rap. I hate every single one of those guys, they are so damn annoying! And then there's you!"

"You're digging your grave pretty deep, Hailey~," Angelina warned, enjoying the frequent comments that were coming in on the livestream.

She noticed that Hailey's phone kept getting a bunch of missed calls since her phone was on silent. It looked like the YouTube video and this live stream was going viral.

"I don't get how anyone can tolerate you! You can't sing, you can't dance, you can't rap, why are you still doing what you're doing?!" Hailey retorted. "Don't you regret the mistake you made? When you left you see just how better and more successful everyone in this room is except for you?"

"Let's not do this, ladies." Layla tried to get in between them, feeling anxious.

"Shut up, Layla!" Trinity snapped.

"Don't tell her to shut up!" Jennie defended her, glaring at Trinity.

"Or what?"

"Trin, don't jump in this unless you want me to do you like I did Hailey in the studio. Don't try it. Sit down and shut your minion ass up!" Angelina called out. "Y'all we are one dysfunctional girl group, huh?" she said to the live stream while Hailey continued to have her attention on Jennie.

"Exactly what big awards has BTS won? None." Hailey confirmed. "What awards has Amity won? I lost count after 20. You're just...there with nothing but in a group with seven annoying guys."

"Ha! Our leader, Hailey, guys. This is what we went through and more." Angelina called out.

"Shut up, Angelina!" Hailey snapped, while she ignored her.

"See what I mean? But none of you wanted to believe me or Jennie or anyone else because you think she is some sort of saint. Oh, and didn't you steal Jennie's songs in her notebook years ago? The songs she worked hard on for weeks alone? Putting them on Amity's new album?"

"Like I said, we made the songs better." she shrugged.

"Wow! Did you hear that? Do you see who this broad really is, guys?" Angelina asked, turning the selfie camera to her before turning it back to Hailey. "Our leader, Hailey, everyone! How y'all doin'?"

Hailey's face turned into fear when she noticed Angelina had been filming the entire time. "W-wait, what is that?! Were you filming!?"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our whack ass leader that tormented us for years and isn't who she really is. For all of you giving me and my girl Jennie crap because we left, this was one of many reasons why. And we are fairly doing great without the group. It isn't even a group, anymore. It's Hailey and the backups. And it shouldn't even be like that. A group should be a family and filled with loyalty. Not wanting to outshine everyone. That is not a team. And now you see for yourself. Check out my YouTube video for more tea. Hashtag, Hailey is canceled."

"Wh-what? No, I was just joking! Co-me on, we were all just playing around!" Hailey stuttered and began freaking out, feeling her body flush with embarrassment. "I-I was joking! Right Trin?"

"Yeah, you were joking!" Trinity agreed, nodding frequently.

"Right, Layla? Lay?" Hailey turned to her. "Lay!?"

Layla hesitated. Glancing at Jennie and Angelina for a moment, she turned back to Hailey. After all the crap Hailey had given her, she decided to speak her truth.

"No...you weren't," she answered in a calm tone.

"What?!" Hailey sputtered.

"Really, Layla?" Trinity glared at her.

"Everything Angelina said is true. I've been going through the same mess they had after they left. I spoke about it in the YouTube video," Layla revealed as Hailey dropped her jaw. "How could you take her songs like that?"

"I-I didn't take anything!" Hailey shouted

"You just said we made the songs better and when we finished recording the songs, you said it yourself that you stole her notebook before she left after you kept asking her to use them. But Jennie didn't want you to use them, but you kept pushing her. And you didn't take no for an answer and you just stole it and she couldn't find it when she was about to leave. Those songs meant something to her. And you just took it for a paycheck for our new album. That's foul."

"She's lying! She didn't take anything!" Trinity exclaimed. "Stop trying to play the victim-"

"Why are you lying for Hailey?" Layla called out. "This is disgusting, why are we doing this? We have done enough damage, this isn't even a group, anymore. Paying all these top singers and rappers for collaborations to get more exposure. Paying people more to take collabs away like you did with Angelina and The Weeknd. Like no, I can't do this, anymore. This isn't right."

Hailey scoffed and shook her head. "And I thought you had my back..."

"And I thought you were our friend. Friends don't treat each other like this. Friends don't stoop this low. Friends don't steal things. Friends don't bully each other." Layla turned to Jennie. "Like I told Rap Monster, I even found your notebook."

"There is no notebook!" Trinity exclaimed as she watched Layla go through her bag.

Soon enough, Jennie saw that slightly torn green college-ruled notebook with some doodles on the front, confirming it.

"I found it in Hailey's studio. I swear to you, I had no idea that these were yours until after we recorded the songs." Layla looked at her earnestly and handed her the book. "As soon as I found out, I didn't think it was fair to you and that's when things started changing with me, Trinity, and Hailey. I began to be the odd one out since you two left."

"Worldstar!" Angelina chimed in, with the camera facing her including the girls in the background. "I'm sorry, I just had to say that just once! Again, how y'all doin' today?"

Jen quickly skimmed past blank pages until she found the one song she was grateful that they didn't find. It was near the end of the notebook and somehow Hailey didn't skim through the entire book. Jennie had randomly named the song Thrive and she wanted to make it into a rock song one day and perform the song with her guitar. Maybe now she has the chance to do so if Bangtan has solo songs like Jungkook wished for during one of the BTS Festas.

She began to tear up as she read one line, feeling the memories come back.

Don't ever ever ever take me for granted...

She wrote it a few weeks before she left. The lyrics weren't songwriter status but the words were meaningful to her and that was all that mattered.

Looking up, Jennie murmured, "Thank you."

"I'll take that to show everyone how similar some of the wording is and do you see Jen's handwriting and her initials?" Angelina took the notebook and scrolled her phone through some of the front pages.

ARMY especially was showing no mercy on social media:

'HAILEY IS CANCELED! HOW DARE YOU MAKE JIMIN CRY AND MAKE THE MEMBERS UNCOMFORTABLE!? I WANNA FIGHT!'

'CHOKE'

'So problematic!'

'OH HELL NO! You made Jimin cry!? This bitch is canceled! I hate her!'

'Congratulations, you played yourself. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'Hailey better have tight security when she arrives back to the USA.'

'A whole mess! GIRL BYE!'

'I knew that piece of trash was problematic.'

'It's what she deserves!'

'I am living for this! Wow! I love this song! Finally getting exposed'

'Hailey who???'

'Hailey, sweetie, you don't want this. Should've chosen your battles wisely'

'She is sooooo annoying and now she finally got shut up'

'I am TIRED! Like I am literally shaking like OMFG!'

'You messed with our Queen and Kings!? Issa problem now! Watch your back when you come back to America!'

'Stealing Angelina's collab with The Weeknd!? Nah, nah, I wanna have a talk with you!'

'Hailey, Hailey, Hailey, you dun lost your muthafriggin mind, hoe!'

'This tea tastes so good today.'

'Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, hey, hey, hey! Goodbye! #HaileyIsCanceled'

'SALTY and jealous. I knew there was something shady about her.'

'I called it! I knew she was completely obsessed with Jen and Ang.'

'Good she got exposed! Ain't no way they were going to kiss her ass. She really thinks that she MADE them? Hailey, sweetie, it's not all about you. You can't even sing well! Get vocal lessons and then come talk to my girl Jennie'

'It was at this moment Hailey knew...she fucked up. #HaileyIsCanceled'

'With her autotuned ass, she had the nerve to say that she's better than them? Girl bye!'

'Every time I hear her speak, I just hear bullshit. EXPOSED!'

'Hailey, what's good?'

Hailey clenched her jaw and grabbed her phone, noticing the caller ID.

Daddy <3 is calling...

"Shit..." she nervously murmured. She hesitated before answering, "D-dad-look-I-I didn't know she was filming!" she rambled on, starting to cry as everyone heard loud yelling from her phone. "I'm sorry! I didn't know, okay? I know this looks bad but-pl-okay-dad!"

Ending the live stream, Angelina began cackling at the fear on her face. "Her face is priceless~!"

Meanwhile, Jennie had been listening to Layla's constant genuine apologies for everything that had happened over the years.

"I am so sorry." Layla frowned.

Angelina got on the camera app and started to record a video since she was waiting for Jennie to fight. She had to get it on film. There was no way she was going to miss the opportunity to see Hailey get exactly what she deserved.

"UGH!" Hailey turned back to Jennie, angrily. "You bitches ruin everything!" she turned to Layla, "Do you realize what you have done to us?"

"YOU. Done to YOU and Songstress. It was the right thing to do!" Layla fired back.

"You fucking bitches are the worst!" She threw her phone directly at Jennie, who used her reflexes to catch it and toss it to the side.

Attempting to blindside her, Hailey decided to run up immediately to go for a strike or at least to pull her hair but Jennie evaded her attack and roughly shoved her back.

Taking a step forward, she threw an abrupt right hook and it slammed into Hailey's jaw. The Amity leader let out a yelp. The punch affected her quickly as she began to lose her balance, wincing in pain from the unexpected strike. Jen handed a left hook on the face and then another right against her nose, causing her to cry out in pain and crumble to the floor.

Not done, Jennie ended up on top of her, repeatedly striking her face as she couldn't get a hit in, yelling at her to get off. The sudden altercation surprised everyone in the room before Angelina started laughing loudly. Layla, looked satisfied because that shut her up and Trinity looked alarmed and was trying to figure out how to help her friend.

"Talked all that shit and she can't even fight. All she does is sneak or pull hair. I love it!" Angelina laughed as she watched Jennie beat her up. When she noticed Trinity about to get involved, she shouted, "If you jump in I'm beating your ass! Stand back!"

With her hands throbbing, Jennie got off of her and rubbed them. Seeing the damage she had done, Trinity widened her eyes and quickly went to help Hailey, who had held her bleeding nose with tears in her eyes, stunned at what had just happened.

She wasn't expecting Jen to actually hit her or even do anything at all.

"She's bleeding!? Christmas came early tonight! Wow! Her face is swollen, too. Damn. And you still look pretty," Angelina praised as Jennie looked unfazed with her hair and makeup still intact.

"My nose!" Hailey wailed.

Turning her attention to the beaten up girl, Jennie narrowed her eyes and started speaking to her, "Let me tell you something...Those hits were for the members. Don't you ever disrespect Bangtan, again. J-Hope is handsome and brightens everyone's day with his sound effects. He does try hard because he puts so much effort into his dancing. It's his life and we see that day in and day out when we perform. He is not overhyped. He deserves all the hype he gets for his talent. Trinity is great at dancing, but J-Hope has that unique passion that she does not and I can guarantee that you'll see that in a dance battle between them. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Hobi. With Jimin, abs or not, he is there for Bangtan for his talents. Not for how he looks. I try my best to boost his confidence whenever he feels overwhelmed or unsure of himself but I know that whatever he does, he does it wonderfully and he improves every day. I always tell him how proud I am of him. So don't you come and say to me that he's a waste of space or that he needs to lose weight. He is fine the way he is. Bangtan would not be the same without Jimin."

"Jin's beauty is God given. Surgery cannot make someone as handsome as him," she praised. "He can dance his ass off. He improves with his dancing with every comeback. He tries his best, and Hobi helps him. His dad jokes are the best no matter how cheesy they may be. His cooking is the best and even reminds me of home despite being far away from my family. Bangtan would not be the same without Jin. Rap Monster's solo attempts were not a failure. He is more of a leader than you, that's for sure. He looks out for us and takes care of us which you have never done. His lyrics are meaningful and he has never tried to take the spotlight from the members like you have done. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Namjoon."

"There is nothing wrong with Taehyung. That guy was the first person I met when I came here. Broken English and still welcomed me with open arms. His singing is great. With that deep voice, his vocals are A-1. He is such a sweetheart and cares deeply for Bangtan. And his silly and loving personality is the greatest. Bangtan wouldn't be the same without Tae. You have a lot of nerve to call Yoongi a wannabe rapper. Can you rap like him? Can you rap as fast as him? Do your lyrics have meaning like his? Like he said, you're pretty lucky that you didn't bump into him today. He contributes so much to Bangtan. It wouldn't be the same without him. How can you hate them if you don't even know them? You just want to see everyone fail so you can be the only successful one. And it shouldn't be like that. Fame is getting into your head. You are not the girl I used to know when we all met each other. As you can see and feel, you just got a well deserved ass whooping. So I'm going to ask you some questions to make sure you got my point across. So, are you going to leave everyone from Big Hit alone?"

Hailey glanced at her as she continued to feel pain all over her face. "...Yeah..." she muttered.

"Are you going to leave Layla alone?" Jen asked.

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave Angelina alone and stay out of her success?"

"...Yeah..."

"Are you going to leave me alone?"

"...I'll leave you alone..."

"Good. I hope after this you can renovate your life and go back to your old self when we first became Amity. Not this jealous girl who will dismiss those who helped her be where she is today. You can't just shut everyone out and kick everyone to the curb while you rise to the top. And this is exactly why this group fell apart. We should've been a team. Worked as a team. This isn't a solo. This is a group. Groups work together. Fail together, succeed together. You didn't get this far by yourself. We all contributed something to make the group great. It's not all about you. In the meantime, good luck getting yourself out of this shit storm that has been bestowed upon you. Good night, ladies."

After exiting the room with Angelina and walking down the hallway, Jennie felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

Angelina held onto her excitedly. "That was priceless! You punched the shit outta her! I caught it on video, Suga will be so proud, to see this! No more bullcrap! We're free from this drama!" she checked Twitter. "Yo...BTS fans are showing no mercy on Hailey's social media. She had to put her account on private, it's that bad. Shit...no Crisis PR Manager is going to be able to save her."

"After what she did to the boys, she had it coming," Jen replied.

"For real! I don't think her career will bounce back after this. It's getting worse. It's the number one trend on Twitter as we speak. Even TheShadeRoom is getting into the tea. Hold on, I gotta rewatch this video of you beating her ass."

Deciding to head to her hotel room first to shower before meeting with the members and Angelina, Jen changed into a hoodie and sweatpants.

Hearing a knock on the door, Jen opened it to reveal Layla.

Layla hesitated. "Uh, hi."

"Hey."

"Sorry, I came here out of the blue, um...could I talk to you for a moment? Please?"

"Yeah. Come in."

She walked in and exhaled softly. "I won't keep you long. I'm uh, actually surprised you want to see my face after all that has happened. I just wanted to wish you all the best in BTS. You guys are really good. Your music is pretty catchy, I listened to a few songs. I can see that Songstress was holding you back. It kinda inspired me to branch out and want to start making my own music like you wanted to do. You seem so happy here and I am happy that you found your home in the music industry. Even if it's in another country. Sometimes things aren't always in America, you gotta travel the world and see what else is out there, y'know?"

"I think it's inevitable that Amity will disband. We all have different mindsets right now, we are not in a group mindset like we used to be. It's not fun like it used to be. I realized that when you and Angelina left." she went on. "I started doing things independently, without anyone knowing and I realized that I can do so much more without Hailey holding me back for her own personal gain. I'm really sorry for everything. It was very wrong of me. I shouldn't have been such a follower back then. I was such a bitch, huh? All those things I said and how I treated you and Ang, it was very cruel. I uh, just came here to apologize for everything. I can't take back what I've done to you and I admit that I have done you and Angelina wrong and today I wanted to give back what is rightfully yours. Your notebook. I hope that you continue to be successful here and remain happy. I'm gonna go now. Good luck in Korea." she smiled awkwardly.

"Hey," Jen called out before she could leave. "Tomorrow...I'm going to get breakfast with Angelina. I'd like for you to come."

"Oh...I don't think I should, I mean after all I've done, I don't even think it'd be a good idea to hang with you guys."

"Layla, I have no animosity towards you."

"Why?"

"Because I had already forgiven you."

"After all, I've done?"

"I don't want to dwell over the past, and I don't hold grudges with anyone. Not even with Hailey. Even though 30 minutes ago I broke her nose and pretty much fucked up her face, I just...want to move forward. What's done is done. No more petty drama. I just want to continue to remain happy. It will take time but I'd like to start over with you."

Layla smiled and nodded. "I'd like that very much."

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Later, seated on her bed, Jen thought about everything that had happened. No more sabotaging, no more tormenting. It was finally over. She could finally breathe. No more Amity drama, no more Hailey trying to ruin things for those close to her.

After spending a few minutes to relax, she went back to the members who were all in Namjoon's hotel room he shared with Jimin as they rushed up to her, asking if she was okay.

"Tell us everything!"

"Did you hit her?!"

"Are you hurt?!"

"What happened?!"

There were various questions that she was bombarded with as she sat down. She explained everything and when she revealed that she did beat her up, the members couldn't help but jump for joy.

"There's a video!" Angelina revealed after getting translated on what was going on.

"Did you do the right hook, left hook and then right like I told you?" Hobi asked while Angelina found the video.

"Absolutely." Jen nodded with a smile.

"AHHHHH, I need to see this now! I'm proud of you, munchkin! That's how you have to handle it sometimes."

"She beat the shit outta her~! It was outrageous, I knew she had it in her!" Angelina boasted and showed the video.

"OH!" the boys yelled as soon as they saw the first punch.

Yoongi continuously laughed with some of the members. This was perfect.

"Oh, mah God," Jimin murmured in English as they watched Jennie on top of her, fighting.

"Hey," Yoongi spoke in English, tapping Angelina on the shoulder. "Video. Phone. My phone."

"You want me to send the video to you? I got you. Okay." Angelina nodded.

"O-oh my! Is that blood I see?" Jin widened his eyes, wincing at each punch. "Amazing."

Namjoon dropped his jaw a little bit at the video, bewildered. "W-wow. You really threw hands. It needed to be done. I'm sure she got the message."

"Oh, yes she did. You won't have to worry about her, anymore." Jen reassured.

"Wow, is this really our Ennie? Our Ennie has some amazing strength. Did-did you see her stagger after the first punch?" Taehyung exclaimed. "I love you, Jennie." he wrapped his arms around her for a tight hug.

"Looks like it." Yoongi proudly said. "Finally, that piece of crap can leave us the fuck alone."

Jungkook smirked as he watched the video. He loved this feisty and protective side of Jennie. She was full of surprises and kept amazing him.

"What's going to happen to her?" Jin asked

"Well...last time Angelina and I checked, she along with Songstress are still getting obliterated. SongStress deactivated all their social media. Hailey deactivated hers, too. Layla is fine, she put hers on private for now. Trinity deactivated hers as well," Jen said. "Amity and Songstress are trending on Twitter and it's all over TMZ and other entertainment news. It's a big scandal. They're getting so much heat, it's not pretty. It's safe to say that Songstress won't be promoting anytime soon with this huge hit to their company."

"Good," he replied. "That'll show them."

"I'm just glad it's over and I hope that all of you are okay. I'm sorry for causing all this mess. Sometimes I think it's my fault you all dealt with this. I didn't think this drama would come all the way over here to you guys."

"Hey, it's all right. What matters is that Hailey won't be causing any more problems for anyone. Don't blame yourself for anything," Hobi reassured and smiled.

On social media, ARMY continuously demolished Songstress for what they had done. Especially Hailey with all the things she said about Bangtan. ARMY praised Jennie for what she had done and it made them love her even more. Angelina even posted a small video of the way Hailey tried to attack Jennie and got beaten down which got more praise.

G-Dragon commented on Jennie's Instagram page, 'From now on, I'll hire you for protection.'

Jen had replied, 'That'll be one pack of smarties per hour :)'

His answer made her smile, 'That can be arranged.'

Other idols had commented:

Bam Bam: Go Jennie!

Jackson: My baby Jennieeeee. Proud of U! Glad u took them down! Now answer my calls! I promise I won't prank call u late at night anymore!

Amber: Another reason why you're so loveable. You stick up for those you love. <3 glad she's out of the picture and can leave you alone.

Zico: Now that was self defense! I remember you venting to me about them. You did a great job handling yourself.

Taeil: I always knew you were so awesome. Never let anyone bring you down.

Jessi: Miss Bangtan can fight! Badass <3

Checking her phone, she received texts from her sisters,

Vienna: SIS! Angelina sent me the video of you beating the sheeeet outta Hailey! You know, I would've backed you up if you called me but it seems like you had everything handled. I'm sooo proud! Don't tell Alani but you got them hands from me not her :P

Alani: OMG what is going on!? Are you okay!? CALL ME!

Back in her room, she facetimed Alani while Vienna tried to get into the conversation. "Jennie! You beat the crap out of her! I love you!"

"Shush!" Alani exclaimed. "Are you all right?"

"I'm good. I'm perfectly fine." Jen calmly replied.

"How can you be so calm after all this?"

"She's calm because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled in the background.

"Are you hurt?" Alani asked, ignoring Vienna.

"My hands still hurt a bit," Jen answered.

"Because she whooped that ass!" Vienna yelled again

"I have to admit, that was funny. You handle yourself quite well. I never thought I'd see the day of you fighting but sometimes you gotta go that route." Alani replied. "Don't ever let no one put their hands on you or mess with those you love. She learned that the hard way after so many warnings. I can't believe she tried to sneak you and still lost the fight."

"Oh yeah, because she whooped that ass!" Vienna laughed.

Later on, Jennie and Jimin decided to go eat at a local frozen yogurt place with hoods on their heads. They got their yogurt and sat across from each other. As she predicted, Jimin happily had a bunch of toppings on his and ate it with delight as they talked about random things.

"Let me see your hands," Jimin said as he gently grabbed them.

"I'm fine. You should see the other girl," she teased as he let out a soft laugh while he examined her knuckles, rubbing his thumb over them. "Jimin, I want to apologize that you had to meet and deal with her. She said some pretty awful stuff, and I wish you didn't have to go through that. You are worth so much more than how you look and I hope you know that you are very dear to me. Never forget that,"

"Ennie, thank you." he smiled in appreciation and kissed the knuckles on one of her hands. "I really needed this, tonight."

"Glad to hear. And can I just say that I love your cheeks? They're cute." she reached out and pinched one of them as he let out a giggle.

As they spent more time together, Angelina had sent various messages,

Angelina: JEN!

Angelina: JENNIE! OMFG!

Angelina: I KNOW YOU'RE OUT WITH JIMIN BUT GIRL I JUST GOT OFF THE PHONE WITH THE WEEKND HIMSELF! HE STILL WANTS THAT COLLAB! AGHGFGHGAAG I LOVE YOU!

Jennie smiled at the messages. Things were finally going the way that they should for her friend.

Once JenMin arrived back at the hotel, she wanted to play the Wii U with him, so she came with him to his room. But once they had opened the door, they saw Angelina and Namjoon in an intense lip lock, causing Jimin to yell.

"Are you two for real?!" Jen exclaimed, amused while the two rappers turned their heads in shock.

"Shit!" Angelina quickly got off his lap and cleared her throat. "H-hey! How goes it?"

"H-hey, I didn't think you two would be back so soon." Namjoon stood up, flustered.

It was like one plot twist after another, but Jen knew something was going to happen sooner or later. She was happy about it, too.

"Ooooooh, Rapmonie has a girlfriend~!" Jimin ran out to tell the hyungs.

Throwing her arms up, Jennie shook her head and left while saying, "Jesus take the wheel."

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At the dorm, taking a break from studying, Jen scrolled on Instagram and came across a comment, 'Jennie! Did you meet Alex Reid from Rania yet!?'

she replied, 'Ughhhh no! I wish!! I want to meet her! She's so cool! Hopefully one day!'

The two were following each other, liking each other's posts and occasional comments here and there. Throughout the day, a fan war went under the comments as people began to compare Alex and Jen, taking sides. Various comments included:

'I don't want her to meet Alex. Jen is the better black girl in K-Pop anyway.'

'No, she's not! Alex has better hair and can rap better!'

'Jen is waaaay more popular than Alex. And is a better singer'

'So!? Alex has more experience and performs better than Jennie ever could. Time for Jennie to pack her bags and leave Korea! Alex is here!'

'BYE! Rania did a BTS and now has a black girl in a group.'

'Um...y'all know you can love and support both of these girls, right? Why do you have to choose one? They're both representing us and are great at what they do'

'Alex can't even speak Korean but Jennie can. Why come to Korea if you don't even know the language??'

'Alex sounds better speaking Korean than Jennie'

'Jen! You're so much better than Alex. Your Korean is way better. You're prettier and you're the best black girl in K-Pop.'

Although the two girls have yet to meet each other, the comments upset them and they both had called out people to stop trying to put them against each other. The comments were toxic and uncalled for.

Shutting everyone up on her page, Jen commented, 'Stop it. Stop trying to put women against women. Alex is amazing at what she is doing. Do not compare us. No one is better than the other. Let's continue to support us beautiful, talented black females in this industry instead of trying to make everything a competition. Support the melanin. We're breaking boundaries. Also support other black people here, too. Like Lee Michelle and Yoon Mi Rae.'

As the day went on, Jen moped around in her room while consistently listening to the song she would have to play for her guitar midterm. Angelina wasn't here anymore and had to cut her time in Seoul short due to the various interviews demanded about the Songstress and various collaborations that were requested. Work was work, Jen knew that. There were times when she planned to go home but had to cancel because of last-minute scheduling, so this was normal.

"I might have to just take this L," she murmured.

"What's wrong?" Jungkook asked.

He had heard her sigh when he was walking past the hallway and decided to check on her.

"It's my guitar midterm. I think I'm going to fail."

"Why do you think that? You're great at the guitar."

"The teacher assigned us songs and of course, I got a hard one."

"What song?"

"It's an IU song."

His eyes lit up as she laughed at his eagerness. "I knew you were going to react like that."

"What's the song? Tell me!" he sat on her bed.

"It's Love of B. The song is great but that guitar...is so fast! The guitar is so powerful in this one. The flow, the intensity, I don't think I can do that. I have never played the guitar like that before. When I performed Tomorrow, that was fine, but something like this, keeping the consistency and flow, making sure I'm on the beat and strumming every single note, I don't think I-"

"You can, and you will. Show me what you have so far."

She sighed and grabbed her acoustic guitar. "This is easier said than done. Like the teacher will take off points if I mess one note up. It's that strict. I gotta make sure everything is on beat and-"

"Relax. Just show me."

After playing it for him, Jungkook pointed out things that sounded a little off as he listened closely. They even had Namjoon, Jin and Taehyung listen too.

"How do you feel now?" Jungkook asked.

"Much better thanks to all of you. I think I'm ready for this."

"Good! Knock it out! I'll make a celebration dinner for you and Jungkook when you both pass your midterms!" Jin offered

Soon enough when it came time for the midterm, Jen passed her guitar midterm with flying colors while Jungkook did well with his. Bangtan celebrated with a big dinner like Jin had promised.

On Instagram, JRE posted a selfie with the caption, 'Sooo excited that I finally get to announce this! Get ready because Jennie will be hanging out with your boy in January! You heard it here first! Send in questions you want her to answer! We gonna have some fun!'

Once Jen reposted his post with smiling emojis, ARMY freaked out and put their thinking caps on, to think of good questions to ask her.

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Backstage in the waiting room for their concert, Jennie was knocked out, sleeping wildly while Jimin continued filming her. After poking her and messing around, she wouldn't wake up, so he went to begin annoying Hobi, giggling at how he was laying on the couch, trying to sleep.

"Hobi-hyung sleeps like that? I sleep like this." Jungkook crookedly landed on the couch.

Hobi sat up and said, "Suga-hyung sleeps like this."

"I'm not sleeping yet," Suga murmured.

Jennie was oblivious to the guys fooling around and even missed Jungkook's hilarious handstand along with Hobi's.

"Ah, this is too funny!" Jimin cackled. "How is Ennie still asleep after all this?!" he panned the camera to her.

"Where is that air horn that was in the dressing room? Let's prank her and run away." Hobi suggested.

It didn't take long to find it as the guys stood a few feet away.

"Three...two...one!" Jimin pressed the button, making her wake up frantically from the loud sound.

"I'm up!" she yelled and fell off the couch when he pressed the button again, near her face.

The guys laughed and ran away while Jen got back on her feet.

"Assholes! You play too much!" she ran after them while Jimin continued to film.

"AHHHHHHHH~!" was the last thing that was heard on the video, revealing that Hobi had been caught first.

After fooling around, the members prepared for the concert. Jen, already dressed, began to stretch until she heard a question blurted out by Jungkook.

"Hey, my parents are here, tonight. Would you like to meet them?"

It was a little over an hour before the concert and his parents came to see the show. It was an idea that had popped in the Golden Maknae's head for a while, but he hadn't meant to ask her so abruptly. He began to worry if it would be a good idea. Maybe he just made things awkward.

Comments such as, 'why would she say yes to this offer?' and 'she probably thinks this is stupid' flowed through his brain. But as he saw her smile eagerly, his doubts went away.

"Your parents? Yeah, of course! Why not?"

Pleased with her answer, along with getting another hit of nerves, he grinned brightly. "R-really?"

"Yeah, really."

"O-okay! Follow me." he grabbed her hand as they walked backstage.

The more they inched closer, Jennie began to feel butterflies in her stomach. But she kept asking herself why. It was just her best friend's parents, it shouldn't be that bad. She gave herself a mental pep talk about being herself. Things will go smoothly.

Before they knew it, they were right in front of them. As Jungkook introduced her, Jennie bowed and smiled kindly.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you!" she beamed, shaking off the nerves.

"Ah, so you're Jennie!" his father pointed out, giving her a friendly aura about him. "My son has told us so much about you."

Jungkook coughed loudly while his mother giggled in the background. Now was not the time for his dad to tease him.

"Oh really?" Jen glanced at Jungkook, amused. "Well, I hope he didn't share anything out of the ordinary."

"I already told them about your losing streak against me in bowling." Jungkook grinned mischievously.

"Of course, you did." she playfully rolled her eyes. "You never give me a chance to win!"

His mom smiled warmly at her and spoke, "Your Korean is very good, and you are very pretty. My son tells us how well you take care of him and the rest of the members. Thank you for looking out for him."

"You're very welcome. And I see where Jungkook gets his kindness from. You're very sweet, thank you." Jen responded. "Jungkook is amazing. I can't even imagine how proud you are of him. I'm very proud of him, too. As we attend our classes together, I help him with English, and that has improved tremendously. It's not easy to learn a new language but he always gets better and better every time he practices. Even on stage too. He works very hard and is always dependable. He's very gifted, that's for sure. It brings me such joy to see him grow so well."

Shooked, Jungkook was astounded by her remark. No one said a word after her statement and she was met with stares. Jennie suddenly felt like maybe she rambled too much after talking so highly of Jungkook like that.

Meanwhile, his parents glanced at each other with knowing smiles. It was official, they adored her. They had never seen Jungkook look so happy before. The way their son shyly smiled and blushed at her words gave them confirmation that everything he had told them about her was true. She truly did make him happy even by just being there, standing there with him. The way he gazed at her lovingly when she wasn't looking gave it all away, too.

Once Jen saw his parents smile back at her, it made her feel relieved as she listened to them express how much they appreciated her for speaking so positively about their son.

"Are you eating well?" his father asked her.

"Absolutely. Living with seven guys and the way that they eat, their appetites rubbed off on me. I eat a lot."

"She bakes pretty well," Jungkook added. "You have to try one of her cupcakes."

"I think it's the icing I use. All I do is follow the recipe on the box," she replied modestly. "I'd love to bake for you if you'd like."

His father nodded instantly in agreement. "That would be wonderful."

"Wow, you and Jungkook really do have the same smile, I see the resemblance. Like father, like son." she shared a laugh with them after seeing them grinning widely.

"Jennie, we need to fix your clothes." a stylist called out from down the hall.

"Well, it was very nice to meet you. I hope you enjoy the show!" she bowed and left.

"What a fine young lady." Jungkook heard his mom speak brightly, watching her walk down the hallway. "You haven't stopped smiling, Jungkook. She is special to you, hm?"

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, still blushing as his mom continued to tease him.

"So, is she the one?" his father brought up.

"Yes." Jungkook nodded shyly.

"We adore her."

"You do?" his eyes lit up. "I really...I'm...kind of in love with her."

"We noticed by the way you look at her. My little boy is in love. Have you told her?" his mom asked.

"Ah...not yet. After our promotions are over."

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As the concert began, there were various VCRs playing throughout the event. For the individual one, it showed Jen stretching outside on a sunny day and walking around town with her guitar on her back. She then met up with several friends as they chilled at a park on the grass and she had jammed with them while playing the guitar, looking content.

Out of all the concerts they had, this one had to be Jen's favorite. During Tomorrow, she played the guitar the entire time while performing the choreography with a mic attached to her. ARMY thought she looked so cool and had hoped that she would play the guitar more often on stage like this.

With Boys with Fun, the members lightened up the arena as they jumped around and happily performed. While they scattered around the stage, Jen danced around, waving at ARMY and lipsyncing to whoever's verse it was at the moment.

When she sang her verse for the song, she moonwalked down the runway with Jin trying to copy her.

For their other VCR which was their interview, they were asked,

'What were your childhood dreams'

"Oh boy..." Jen laughed softly. "I wanted to do a lot of interesting things. First, I wanted to be a vet because I went to this dog park and fell in love with all these adorable dogs. Then I wanted to be an actress, Rihanna, a teacher, y'know various things. But singing was my calling. I also wanted to be a rock star. I think I'm kind of playing the part now. I'm playing the guitar for some of our songs! It's been a blast."

She tilted her head to the side, pondering, "It was...my sisters who caught me singing in my room one night. I thought no one was home. They recorded me and showed it to our parents. I was so mad. I finally told my family I'd like to be a musician. So, then my dad taught me more about the guitar and I got vocal lessons. And then I took a risk and auditioned for a few companies in Seoul and the rest is history."

'Now that you've become a singer, are you having the most beautiful moment in life?'

"Oh, Absolutely. This opportunity to be here in K-Pop, singing in so many different countries as BTS, is a blessing and it's beautiful to experience. I want to share my vocals with the world. And I'm doing that with BTS. It's amazing."

'Now that your dream of becoming a singer has come true, are you happy?'

"I'm happy where I am right now as a singer, yes. Being somewhere where you have more freedom to show off your creativity, it's worth the blood, sweat, and tears. The fact that people listen to our music is quite touching."

After the show, the Maknae Line chilled backstage, relaxing after the long concert.

"Oh my gosh, your parents are so adorable." Jen nudged Jungkook on the couch. "One day, I have to bring you and the rest of Bangtan to a family cookout in America. It'll be so much fun. I hope that one day we'll have some free time and be able to do that. We're so busy now, we hardly ever see our family and friends. Gosh, I can just see the cookout now...a swimming pool where we can swim with my little cousins and all...it'll be a blast."

"Let's definitely do that. I'm getting excited already!" Jungkook responded. "Hey, so, how did your parents meet?"

"I asked them that a while ago. It's pretty cheesy if you asked me. My dad liked my mom first. They met in high school. Started as best friends...he liked her for so long but kept it to himself. He wasn't a shy guy though, he could talk for hours."

Jungkook smirked softly. "I see where you get your outgoing personality from."

"Are you implying I talk too much?"

"Maybe." he teased.

"Anyway! Haha, he asked her to prom and my mom said yes. That's where they had their first kiss and began to date. My dad always says, who knew the love of my life was my best friend. I always think it's cheesy. Cute but cheesy. He also told me that the love of my life could be right in front of me, watching me and just waiting for the right moment. Ha, do you believe that? Sounds like something out of a romance novel. My mom was kind of in denial at first when my dad told her he loved her. But after some time to think about everything, she realized that he was the one and that she loved him, too, accepting her feelings."

'Sounds like a scenario that I know.' Jungkook thought to himself.

"So, Golden Maknae, how'd your parents meet?"

"To be blunt, my mom fell for my dad first and hit on him."

Unable to control it, Jennie burst out in laughter with Jungkook, while Jimin and Taehyung were listening and watching their conversation closely, sitting next to each other.

"She told me she went after him because he was so good-looking," he added.

"Oh, word? Wow! I love your mom. I bet that's where you got your competitiveness from. I'm sure she let all those ladies know that your dad was going to be hers, huh? I love that. Get your man, girl. I'd do that, too. Let everyone know that the person you want will be yours and no one is going to change that or interfere with your mission."

"Yeah," Taehyung spoke up. "If you want something or someone, you'll do whatever you can to get it. Right, Kookie?"

"Push past everyone to get what or who you want, right Jungkookie?" Jimin added with a smile.

Jen turned to the guys. "Yeah, you're right. Took the words right out of my mouth. Facts."

Jungkook had given the 95 Liners warning glances but took their words to heart. They had a point. He was currently during that, too. He had remembered overhearing a few IKON members talking about Jennie at the Melon Awards. It was backstage, all eyes on her because of that pink dress she wore. One member had complimented on how pretty she had looked that night and some considered maybe one day asking her out.

'Nah, that's Jungkook's girl.' was what Jungkook had heard from them, which surprised him greatly and gave him a boost of confidence. It was getting around that even some idols knew that he wanted her to be his and would be making that move soon.

What amused him was the sound of a lot of disappointed voices from idols when it came to finding out that she was about to be off the market soon. It made Jungkook feel good. Any idols that were lowkey interested in her began to back off because they knew that soon he was going to confess.

Except for one. But hopefully, that will change soon when he speaks with Bam Bam.

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Can you do relationship hc with megumi 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

YES <3

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Content: Megumi x gn!Reader

Warnings: None!

Notes: Sorry, this one doesn't have a lot of my comedy/commentary, I've been in a lot of physical pain all day and I'm just tired lol </3

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Huh, you managed to get with the spiky emo. Well done!

Megumi, when in a relationship, is kinda possessive

Not like Geto possessive, but he wants you to have a clear understanding - you are his and he is yours

Don't get me wrong, you can have friends and whatever, he's fine with it

So long as they know you're taken and respect that

If they don't respect it, then he's gonna have a huge problem with them

Will only let you call him nicknames still, getting all blushy about it

Gumi will answer your texts and calls right away

If you call him, he's always gonna answer with "Yes honey? Everything okay?"

Gojo was bugging you about Megumi. He kept whining about how Megumi wasn't answering his texts. "(Y/n)-chan! Please help me!"

You sighed. "Fine. But if he blocks me because of this, I'll blame you."

So, you called your beloved boyfriend. When he picked up in two rings with his usual line, Gojo snatched the phone from your hand.

"Megumi! How dare you ignore me?! I'm hurt! What are you doi- he hung up..."

Megumi didn't answer your calls for a while after that, just to make sure you weren't Gojo.

Megumi practically clings to your side in social settings

Not cling in the physical sense, but he'll be glued to your side with his hands in his pockets the whole time

And no, he wont say a word unless he's sure he absolutely has to

When he takes you on dates, he usually likes it to be in a secluded area

Will probably wake you up early to watch the sunrise with you

Or, if you're not a morning person, he'll take pictures to show you when you wake up, then watch the sunset with you later

His absolute favorite pictures with you are during a sunrise/sunset

If you guys get into an argument, he's gonna sulk the whole damn time

If he knows he's in the right, he's not gonna apologize for shit. He knows what he's about

But if he's in the wrong, once you both have calmed down he'll admit he was wrong and apologize sincerely

Megumi doesn't really go to anyone for advice on your relationship except maybe google, and that causes him to be in his own head a lot

If he feels anything is wrong with the relationship, he immediately goes to you instead of ignoring it

He chose you to be his partner - the person he cooperates with - so why wouldn't he bring anything up to you? It doesn't make sense to him that other couples choose to ignore their problems instead of talking it out and resolving it

Megumi is very mature about a lot of situations, so he'll rarely not bring a problem up to you

Now, if he's jealous about how much time you're spending with a friend, then no he won't bring that up. It's just a friend - why would he realistically care? You chose him, too

Would rather keep the albino haired bastard out of his relationship

Will absolutely cook for you, btw (and it's amazing)

He'd rather cook than go out to eat, tbh

Megumi is not a people person, unless you're people lolol

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Interpersonal Chapter 5

Fancy events, a brief introduction of the sister (who might be my favorite character), and an ending I think you'll be very happy with.

The next evening, you're in your hotel room putting the final touches on your makeup for the gala. You hadn't seen much of Mr. Onceler since the plane-you'd suffered a silent taxi ride to the hotel and he'd shown you to your room, but beyond that, you'd been left to your own devices.

And that suits you just fine. You have no idea what you could even say to Mr. Onceler now that you have two highly embarrassing moments between the two of you, and this second one was much, much worse than the first.

However, you were both going to truly have to pretend neither of those events had ever occurred tonight. You were far too nervous about the company you were going to be keeping to not have his support.

You were at least mostly satisfied with the way you looked though. You doubted you'd be the most glamorous person at the gala, but you were also a far cry from the business professional you wore to work (and an even farther cry from the sweats you wore at home).

At seven on the dot, there's a knock at your hotel door. Mr. Onceler is nothing if not punctual. You stand and walk over to answer, putting the last of your small but pretty diamond earrings in your lobes as you do so.

You open the door and blink a few times; you almost don't recognize him. He's traded his green suit for a smart black and white one, and he's even abandoned his usual sunglasses and hat. The oddest thing about him, however, is his expression.

His mouth is stuck open; he's totally slack-jawed. His eyes are roaming your body up and down like he can't find a place to land them. "Is this okay? Do I need to change?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious. You think you look okay-you're in a midnight blue sheath with a slit up your right leg and no back to speak of. It had been a gift from your sister for graduation, but you'd never had a reason to wear it until now.

"No," he chokes out, his voice rather higher-pitched than normal. He clears his throat. "No, no, you're good. More than good… you look great… I mean, you'll fit right in." His cheeks are dusted with a light pink, and you can't help but feel highly amused by how flustered he is. "Is it warm up here?" he asks suddenly. "It feels really warm up here."

"I feel fine… but you're wearing a jacket and I'm not," you shrug, deciding at the last minute to take pity on him and not tease him mercilessly. "I do need your opinion on something though. I was planning on wearing my thneed like a scarf. You think that'll work?"

"Um, yeah. Yeah, that should look good," he mumbles. You nod a thanks, and start putting on the purple thneed, wearing it in a long scarf like you'd often seen him wear himself. "Sorry I'm so out of sorts, I've just… never seen you with your hair down before," he attempts to explain.

Really? That was the excuse he was going to use? He wasn't technically wrong; you had always worn your hair in a ponytail around him before, and now it was curled and unbound, but that wasn't near enough to elicit that type of reaction from him.

"Anyway! We should go," he announces. "I have a car waiting for us downstairs." You take a deep breath, then follow him down the hall to the elevator. "Hey, chin up," he encourages as you step into the elevator shaft. "Don't worry. It can't be any worse than flying, can it?"

You let out a short, bark-like laugh. "No, it can't," you admit ruefully. "I'll still need a bit of help to make sure I don't embarrass myself or you though."

He waves his hand as the elevator opens to the ground floor. "I told you, just stick by me all night, you'll be fine. In no time, you'll be a pro at these." That wasn't as comforting as he probably meant it, but you don't say anything and allow him to lead you to the car, which thankfully isn't a limo this time.

The ride there is both agonizingly long and far too short. It's being held at a museum of some sort, but there's no room to park the car; the outside of the venue is littered with people and even paparazzi.

"You've got this," he murmurs before stepping out of the car and offers you his hand to help you out the door as well. With one more breath to steel yourself, you take his hand and are thrust into the limelight.

The first thing you're aware of is the flashing lights as the cameras go mad when they realize someone else has arrived. There's a cacophony of voices, though you're not able to make out any individual words.

Mr. Onceler tucks your arm firmly inside his own as he leads you over to the throng. "Just smile and bear it. This part will be over soon," he says directly into your ear as you turn toward the paparazzi. You do your best to fix a charming but reserved smile on your face, since you're sure some of these pictures are going to end up in the tabloids tomorrow, even if he releases a statement saying you aren't together.

But that might not even be enough. You see a few of the journalists put their heads together, and you're sure they're talking about you. Great. Just what you needed was a scandal to add to your not-so-appropriate behavior.

Thankfully, he keeps his promise. After a couple minutes, he steers the two of you away from the press. The cameras don't stop clicking, but he doesn't pay them any mind, and you force yourself to follow his example.

He starts introducing you to an impossibly large number of people. Their names flee your mind the second you hear them. There aren't too many questions asked-Mr. Onceler always makes sure to tell people you're his PA-but you do get a few odd looks here and there. You're beginning to wonder if it's an anomaly for people to bring their staff as their plus-ones.

"Mr. Onceler! Mr. Onceler!" A journalist plants herself in front of the two of you, looking like she has no intention of letting you leave until she gets at least a short interview in. Mr. Onceler obliges her, but gives very short answers as she asks about the company at first. Then she gets to the inevitable question, presumably the reason she wanted to talk to him in the first place. "And who's your date this evening?"

"This is my PA. She very graciously agreed to accompany me tonight," he replies. Out of everything this evening, this answer of his throws you off worse than anything else so far. Although he clarified your position, he didn't deny that you were his date. You almost question him, but decide at the last minute it's probably better to keep your mouth shut until you're out of earshot from the press; anything you say could easily be twisted and end up in the papers.

"Anyway, if you'll excuse us, I believe the doors have just been opened, so we really should be making our way inside," he says, expertly finagling you out of the situation. He's not even lying either; people are indeed beginning to move into the museum. "I hate it when they make me give interviews," he grumbles as you move along with the rest of the throng.

"You could have warned me about the amount of paparazzi that were going to be here," you whisper back. "You do realize that they all think we're dating, right? And that this is going to cause a huge scandal?"

He merely scoffs at that. "We're not doing anything wrong," he insists. "I've clarified you're my PA, and we're not doing anything indecent. If the tabloids want to try and make a mess of things, that'll be the easiest thing my PR team has ever had to clean up."

You're not completely convinced, but you don't really want to argue with him tonight. You wouldn't have time anyway; he seems to spot someone and starts steering you in the opposite direction. "I want you to meet Vivienne Woods. She's the lovely lady responsible for the wonderful party tonight," he says while leading you to a woman who looks to be in her forties and who's clearly had the money to age like a fine wine.

Vivienne Woods was a name you actually recognize. She's one of the most well known fashion designers in the world (which probably explained why Mr. Onceler was laying on the charm so thickly). Though she mostly worked in bridal, she did dabble in other areas of women's fashion as well.

"Oh, Oncie, stop, you're too nice," she laughs. You wonder if she noticed the slight wince your boss gave when she called him 'Oncie.' "Although I don't believe I've met your lovely companion here?"

You wait for him to introduce you again, but after a slight pause you realize that's not going to happen. You hastily give your name and explain your connection to Mr. Onceler. As you do so, Vivienne eyes your dress. "Is this one of mine?" she asks.

There's not a chance in hell your sister would have been able to afford a Vivienne Woods dress. But that probably isn't the best idea to point out. "I'm not sure," you say cautiously. "My sister bought it for me as a gift, so I'm afraid I didn't see any tags."

"Doesn't she look lovely though?" Mr. Onceler steps in. "Whoever designed it, you can't deny she wears it spectacularly."

"Oh… of course not," Vivienne says, clearly caught off guard.

"Well, we won't take up any more of your time. I'm certain you're a popular woman this evening," he laughs. "Hopefully we'll run into you later." He steers you away and finally his smile drops into a grimace. "Miserable old bat," he mumbles.

You look up at him in surprise. "Could've fooled me," you murmur. "I was convinced you actually liked her. You seemed sincere enough."

"Good, that means I'm doing my job well," he sighs. "The only reason I'm here at all is because she wants to use trufulla in one of her dress designs. Obviously the use of trufulla by anyone outside the company has to be heavily monitored, so I have to keep her happy so she'll only use it in ways we agreed on and I don't have to deal with another lawsuit on my hands." He sighs again. "And don't get fooled by this party either. The only reason she puts it on is so she can get complimented on how great she is."

You quirk an eyebrow at him. "Are you trying to pretend that flattery doesn't work on you, too?"

He finally gives you a smirk. "Okay, yes, but at least I admit that." He glances down at you with a curious look on his face. "You handled her well though. She doesn't respect anyone who doesn't speak for themselves."

"So that's why you had me talk to her. I was wondering," you say. "I'm glad you think I did well. Inside I was freaking out trying not to say the wrong thing."

"Don't worry, no one could tell," he grins. His eyes flicker to the side for a moment. "Come dance with me?" he asks abruptly.

"What?"

"Come dance with me," he repeats a little more forcefully this time. You're completely unperturbed, but you allow him to lead you to a small dance floor where a live band is playing classical music without complaint.

He takes one of your hands and snakes the other around you to place it on the small of your back, while you rest your free hand just above his elbow. He leads you in a slow waltz for a few moments before you pluck up the courage to ask him the question that's been bugging at you all night.

"So, why am I here?" you murmur very quietly so no one but him would hear it. "I mean, did you really need your PA to come with you to something this fancy? I feel like I'm more of a hindrance than a help."

He was silent for a long while. "Do you really want the truth?" he asks in a low tone.

"I wouldn't have posited the question if I didn't."

"I wanted you to come for purely selfish reasons. I hate going to these things… but more than anything, I hate going to them alone. I figured if you were here, you might make things a little less lonely," he admits.

You swallow heavily. "And have I managed to fulfill that particular request sir?" you whisper.

"Exceptionally well," he breathes. The room is still filled with people, but at that moment, you're only aware of just the two of you, lost in your own little world together.

You were so lost, in fact, you thought you just might let him kiss you if he tried. The mood was certainly there, the tension between you just about to snap…

And then all of the sudden, with zero warning, there's people in the room again. You're not sure how or why, but both of you look away from each other at the same time. "I think I owe you a drink, don't I?" he says to try and cover up the lost moment.

You take hold of the lifeline offered. "Yes, you do. As many drinks as I want, actually," you remind him. The two of you resume the party, perfectly poised for the rest of the evening, but you can't help but wish that the two of you were allowed that little bubble of perfection of being alone, even if it was only for a minute.

Right before you're set to leave, you get a call. You're in the middle of packing your makeup, but pause when you see it's from your sister. You can always make time for her. "Hey, Rora, what's up?" you ask as you answer.

"You tell me," she giggles. "I have to say, I was a little surprised when I went to the grocery store this morning and found an article in a magazine about how my baby sister of all people is dating her mega-billionaire boss. How come you didn't tell me?"

You groan and flop down on the bed. Great. That meant that along with your tarnished reputation, Mr. Onceler would have to deal with a lawsuit which was bound to put him in a bad mood, and you'd have to bear the brunt of it. "I'm not dating him!" you exclaim, already exasperated by the amount of people you'd have to say that to. "If I was dating him, which I'd never do because of my job, just putting that out there, you'd be the first to know. All the journalists just think things because they saw us at that stupid party together-"

"Relax, I'm just teasing," she says, and even over the phone you see her signature wicked grin. "I know you're the last person in the world to do anything remotely scandalous. And to be fair, the article did add the caveat that you never actually confirmed you were dating. It just said you never denied it either."

"I told him he should have," you grumble. "I told him people were going to think we were a couple. But getting that man to do anything sensible is like pulling teeth."

"Oh," Aurora says interestedly. "So if you had it your way, you would be a couple then."

"What? No!" you squeak. "Honestly, where could you possibly get that idea from anything I said about him?"

"You forget who you're talking to," she says smugly. "I know you better than anyone else, remember? But if I needed any further proof, your instant denial did the trick. You would've laughed at me if I was wrong."

You can't even refute her. She's got you nailed, and any further objections would just be more proof in her mind that you wanted to date your boss. You don't want to date him… you've just occasionally wanted him to kiss you. Totally different.

Fortunately, you're spared from answering. Unfortunately, it's because your boss has knocked on the door. "I have to go, Rora," you say with a huff as you open the door to let him in. "The rest of my day is doomed to be spent in a flying metal death machine."

"Okay… ooh! Maybe you can cuddle with him if you get scared-" You hang up quickly before Mr. Onceler can accidentally catch any of her words. He does give you an odd look, but you assume it's from the mess of your items still strewn over the bed.

"Sorry. That was my sister. She occasionally gets in these moods where she delights in being a menace, so she was teasing me about something and distracted me. I'll be done with packing in a moment," you mumble.

"Oh… must have been some teasing," he notes. "Your face is really red."

You curse your sister to the deepest depths of hell where she belongs.

The takeoff is predictably awful, but at least this time he doesn't blindfold you with his tie; he's found a plain white cloth somewhere that he uses instead. He also doesn't whisper in your fucking ear this time, and while you kind of miss it, at least it doesn't put confusing thoughts in your head that you shouldn't be having.

This trip is much more laid back. Instead of being stupid and agreeing to sleep in the same bed as him, you've simply agreed to watch a couple movies together. You'd even done the responsible and nixed any rom-coms. You're instead watching some popular superhero movie that's just come out. You don't really understand the plot, but the mindless action is good for turning your brain off.

You're existing in comfortable camaraderie when the plane suddenly hits a giant bout of turbulence. Turbulence that's so bad you literally fly out of your seat. There's nothing in the world that could've stopped the extremely loud shriek that comes out of your mouth. Not even landing in his lap a moment later.

He jumps when you land on him, but recovers quicker than you do. You're trembling like mad, but he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. "Hey, hey, we're safe. You're safe. I've got you," he murmurs as he strokes your hair slowly and methodically. Without meaning to, you lean into his touch. You know it's not the smartest thing to do, especially not with the article Aurora told you about floating around, but on the other hand, it's not like there's anyone up here to see you.

Whatever the reasons against it, you can't bring yourself to move off his lap, and he makes no attempt to have you move either. You're just staring into each other's eyes, creating a moment very much like the one you'd had a few nights ago at the gala. And unlike that time, there's no one around to break this moment. And it seems neither of you is all too keen on breaking it yourselves.

In fact, he's moved his hand now so that he's holding the back of your head instead of stroking your hair. His fingers are woven into your tresses, but he's definitely holding your head firmly in place.

And without giving you any chance to think yourself out of it, he lunges forward, pressing his lips firmly on yours. And you're kissing him back before you can remind yourself of the ramifications of doing so.

With a low groan, he moves his free hand to the back of your neck as his tongue impatiently swipes along your lower lip. You instantly grant him access to the wet cavern of your mouth.

You bring your own hand up to rest on the side of his face. He leans into your touch just as easily as you leaned into his. You crane your neck at a different angle, trying to get impossibly closer to him.

You only pull back when you're in need of air. He rests his forehead against yours as you both catch your breath. "I had to do that at least once," he confesses in a low tone before pulling away, gently prying you off his lap. Before you can protest, he stands up and announces, "It looks like we've landed. We're just pulling into the terminal now." You glance out the window, and to your amazement you find he's right. You were so lost in his kiss, you hadn't even noticed the plane landing.

You don't say anything as he gathers his suitcase together. You have no idea what to say. It shouldn't have happened? You wanted more? The two sides are at war within you.

Eventually, he decides for you. Right before he's allowed off the plane he turns towards you and says, "Another thing for our never speak of it again agreement?" Without waiting for an answer, he turns and disembarks, leaving you more confused than you've ever been in your entire life.

#fanfiction #onceler fanfiction #onceler x reader #the lorax #the onceler #onceler #also on ao3

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hipsterteller · 3 months

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Jealous

Synopsis- "When Aeryn's classmate decided to be very inappropriate her in Bar 4/7 right in front of Naoakira..."

Tagged-nicknames, hickey, moralley grey side, ooc of Saimon Naoakira, heated sex.

Special guest- Letitia (@moonartemisia)

It's around evening when Aeryn stood at Bar 4/7, she's been hearing it a lot by her classmate, Letitia and Anne Faulkner. She wore something comfortable that way she won't get hit on.

She took a deep breath and sighed "You can do this...your classmates invited you here..."

She slowly enter the bar, she saw the BAE and Letitia.

Letitie sees her and smile "Hey! You made it!"

Aeryn clutch onto her backpack as she smile and sat down beside her "I was kinda nervous going here.."

Anne pat her back and spoke "well not anymore, your here now. So what do you want to order?"

"Um...I'll just have a non-alcoholic strawberry drink..." Aeryn respond calmly as she is not a fan of alcoholic drinks even Letitia too as she recalls some fiasco they had.

While waiting for the drink, Aeryn began looking around the interior of the bar, it really did have that jazzy theme as she admire the decoration. Her blue eyes landed on the piano that's resting there along a single flower.

Camellia

This made her recall a conversation of her professor...she frown as she also recall...that his a widower. Before she could shake that thought, someone approach them.

"Well I didn't expect you be here, Aeryn~"

Aeryn groan as the BAE and Letitia knew who it is, they look up to see Takuya. Hajun held his girl close while Allen and Anne are worried for Aeryn since Takuya wrap his arm around her shoulder.

They know Takuya in college as a scum bag due he likes to admit that he enjoy sex even seem to make fun of it.

"How are you?" Aeryn could smell alcoholic drink in his mouth indicating that his drunk as she turn away as she didn't want to answer. Letitia decided to butt in.

"Leave her alone Takuya, don't you see that she has no interest on talking to-"

"Oh shut up whore."

Allen and Anne are shock as Hajun clench his fist wanting to punch him, before things get heated...a glass is put ont he table letting out a loud smack.

"Excuse me, but your disturbing the other costumers and being inappropriate to her."

Aeryn knew that voice very well even the BAE and Letitia had to walk out of the bar but not before paying their drinks, she slowly turn to see Naoakira.

His eyes were glued to Takuya as he slowly remove his arms around her as he stood up "s-shit...sorry man I didn't-"

"Oh? Your sorry? Then I want you to leave. But not before apologizing miss Heidi tomorrow Friday in front of class. Understood?"

"L-Loud and clear sir."

"Good...now get out."

As soon Takuya ran off in fear, Aeryn felt relief as she place her hand at her chest as it is beating loudly. Naoakira lean in and whisper to her ear.

"Are you okay little mouse?"

Aeryn blushed as Naoakira asked her with her personal nickname, she calmly responded.

"I'll be fine...just a bit shaken...but thank you..."

Naoakira smile as he whisper more to her ear.

"Then...will you stay with me tonight? I promise...I'll be gentle."

Aeryn blushed as she is getting heated by this, so she stayed and wait asa good little mouse just for him

Timeskip is brought to you by "pivot!" "Shut up!"

Naoakira kept his words as right now the two are iat his place, as he began to lick her clitoris while same time eating her as Aeryn is moaning. Her clothes were on the floor as her ribbon that once tied her hair is now wrapped around her wrist along Naoakira's necktie.

"Aaah....Aaah...N...Naoakira..." She moan his name as she feel s her tears in her eyes as she whimper and moan.

Naoakira pulls away as he notice Aeryn's tears and her frown, he slowly goes on top of her as he cherish her cheek.

"What's wrong?" He asked as Aeryn controls her whimper and spoke.

"I...I didn't mean to cause that scene...I swear...please...please don't hate me..."

Naoakira recalls it as he hushed her by cherishing her cheek and hair.

"Oh my little mouse...its not your fault, so please don't cry....you know I don't like it...cause it makes me sad too..."

Aeryn then look at him with her pleading yet lustful eyes.

"I...I want you...I want you..."

Naoakira knew what she meant, he then place her in better position as her head is resting at his pillow as she enjoys the scent of his pillow while same time felt her legs open and his clothes being strip away.

It didn't took long for her to feel his cock inside of her as she gasp and moan at this, she wanted to hold him by her hands are tied by her ribbon and his necktie.

Naoakira pant as he slowly untie it for her to hold onto him as he began to thrust her, Aeryn moans as she hold onto him as her nails dug deep to his back making scratch marks as Naoakira bit his bottom lips as he enjoys that.

"Aah...there there little mouse...I'm here...I won't let go."

The last three words made him groan as he thrust deeper and faster as Aeryn held onto him as her legs wrapped around his waist as her hands held onto the back of his neck as she moans.

"Aaah! N-Nao...Naoakira! Naoakira!!"

As he gave last thrust, Aeryn scream out of pleasure as he cums along her as she could feel herself spilling a lot of it out.

After a while, Aeryn pant as her body is relaxes in bed as Naoakira began to clean themselves up. He kisses hickey's he put on her as she sighed in relief.

But she frown as she recalls that Takuya had caled her friend a whore, Aeryn turn to Naoakira who he notice her sad expression.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you somewhere?"

"No...but...is it okay if I message Letitia? I'm upset on what Takuya called her..."

Naoakira smile as he grab her phone from her backpack as he handed it to her, Aeryn carefully sat up and took it as she message her.

Hey Letitia, you okay? I hope your doing okay...and I hope Hajun is taking care of you or I have to asked my brother to have a word with him...-Aeryn

Aeryn waited til she got notification from Letitia.

Hey Aeryn, I'm fine Hajun comforted me along Anne. Allen wanted to punch Takuya but we told him that his not worth a while and he understood. Sorry if we left but I'm glad professor Naoakira save you before it gets worse, see you tomorrow afternoon. -Letitia.

Aeryn smile as Naoakira sees the message as he kiss her forehead.

"I should thank Hajun for doing that..."

"Me too...but I want to say thank you for saving me..."

Naoakira smile and hugged her as she put he rphone on the nightstand next to his glasses as they lay down in bed as they held each other close.

The next day, Takuya is suspended due to his inappropriate behavior as well the verbal abuse he did to Letitia.

#paradox live the animation #paradox live #hipsterfic #naoakira saimon #saimon naoakira #naoakira saimon x oc #paradox live oc #paradox live smut

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multi-lefaiye · 4 months

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also what's up with the wyll/eden/astarion polycule, how'd that happen

:3c hehehe

okay so to be clear this polycule exists only in my brain/the bg3 fic i wanna write and not in the actual campaign. but it means a lot to me and makes brain go brrrr

i like to imagine this polycule starting as like... wyll and astarion each separately develop romantic feelings for eden, and they have to figure out how they want to navigate that. i want to respect the fact that, in the game, wyll specifically says he's not interested in a polyamorous relationship, so this is kind of like... a what-if scenario for a situation where i think that might be something he'd be interested in.

because i don't think this is something any of them sought out, it just kinda. happened with time.

wyll and eden get together first, having their sweet slowburn romance over the course of the adventure. and, y'know, they really care about and support each other, and it's nice to see love blooming in such a dark, scary time.

but there's this pervasive sense among the party that they're fighting a losing battle. can they really do anything to change the world, after all they've seen? sure, they're not gonna stop trying--gods know eden is a determined son of a bitch and won't back down if he thinks there's even a minuscule chance of making a difference.

but it's wearing on them, and even though eden keeps going, it's clearly wearing on him, too. there's so much going wrong, it feels like, all the goddamn time. when does it end?

then... towards the middle of act 2, wyll picks up on something he's been subconsciously aware of, but hasn't acknowledged: the very clear feelings astarion is developing for eden. the two have always butt heads, but there's an underlying affection between them that catches his attention. and, sure, he's confident that eden isn't going to be unfaithful or leave him, but at the same time it does make him nervous.

does astarion have something he doesn't? does eden *want* him the way he wants wyll? is wyll prepared to potentially have to share eden, or lose him? he doesn't think he wants the answers to those questions.

this is something in the back of his mind for a few weeks, and he finds himself watching eden and astarion a bit more closely. eden does pick up on it eventually and asks him what's wrong, but he lies and says that nothing's wrong. why would there be?

then, wyll gets *severely* hurt in a battle, nearly dying in the process. and eden fucking *loses it*. he manages to save wyll's life, but it's still gonna take time for his injuries to heal. and that makes something click in wyll's brain: there is a very real chance he won't survive this journey, that even eden's determination to claw them out of hell might not be enough to save all of them. and, if he dies, what happens then? what happens to eden?

so, wyll, the self-sacrificing bastard he is, decides that, if he dies, then someone needs to stick around for eden. and... well, if he's right, and astarion does want eden romantically, then maybe he'll fit the bill. the same day he decides that, he seeks astarion out to talk to him and tell him, hey, if i don't survive this, i want you to take care of eden.

and astarion... does not react well. he seems deeply uncomfortable with this whole conversation, especially when he's always been sure that wyll hates him. he doesn't deny having an interest in eden, but he tells wyll off for being so willing to disregard himself in this situation (and also eden's feelings, too!). bold of him to assume eden wouldn't tear the world apart for him if it came to that.

as astarion says this, wyll picks up on a note of what seems like bitterness in the vampire's voice, as though he's resigned *himself* to the role of quietly pining from the shadows, never having the closeness he actually *wants* here, not having eden care about *him* as much as he does wyll.

basically, this whole conversation gives wyll a lot to think about.

and okay i'll admit i haven't ironed out all the details from there, but i know that astarion joins the relationship wayyy down the line from there, definitely sometime in act 3. it's not something they really sit down to discuss at first, though they do down the line when they have a moment to breathe.

i DO know that i want there to be a moment where like... *eden* is the one in peril this time, and astarion and wyll have a Moment while they're rushing to save him where it really clicks for them that... oh. yeah. at the end of the day, they both care about him, and maybe that *is* enough. they can both protect him and keep him happy, if he so chooses.

the dynamic is like. eden is dating both wyll and astarion, though wyll and astarion aren't dating each other. they might consider it at some point, but i don't think it's something they'd really want to go for.

and i'll be honest that i'm not sure if this particular dynamic would *work* long-term. maybe it could! maybe not! but it at least works for the moment they're in, even if it's rocky at times. eden has two hands.

the dynamic in my brain is like... wyll and astarion both love and care deeply about eden. eden loves and cares deeply about both of them. they team up to keep their little devil safe and in their arms, so they don't lose him as he throws himself into danger to protect them.

(also i know this isn't going much into eden's perspective, but i will be honest i'm a bit self conscious about how long this got lmao. another time, perhaps. idk idk i just love them so much)

#talk to the bunnykitty #jaye!!!#bg3 #ask game #moths to a flame

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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Summary: Y/N applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: Here we go!! It's gonna get juicy! This is my first time writing this kind of stuff, and I just hope I did it justice.

Warnings: Some language, alcohol consumption, recounting sexual assault, mention of loss of loved one, intercourse

~~~~~

CHAPTER 7 -

I CANNOT HIDE THIS EVEN THOUGH I TRY

Oct 1st, 2014

You flew to Atlanta last night after the music video shoot, to get enough sleep for the show today. As much as you like to push yourself in your job, Amelia is still insisting that you take it easy, and you actually follow the advice because you don't want to have to take more time off later.

Amelia puts you in charge of Harry's and Niall's dressing stations again, and you notice that Harry's outfit choices have been very… neutral. Not that he doesn't look good, it's just not as bold and different as you thought he had liked.

[He can make anything look good. No, no… stop]

When he comes into the dressing room, he has a playful expression on his face. He's been in a good mood lately.

"The usual for you Mr. Styles- black top and black jeans?" You laugh.

"Yes, with a side of boots, please." He jokes back.

You hand him his outfit and he starts taking his shirt off.

"Hold on rockstar, behind the curtain." But he just responds with a big laugh.

He immediately pulls his shirt back down. "I'm so sorry love. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, I'm not uncomfortable. I'm just trying to be professional."

He smiles. "Well, you are a stylist, so I'd say it's part of your job… and you have seen me shirtless twice now already anyway." He meets your eyes to gauge your reaction. "But only if you're comfortable."

[It's insane how quickly he can make you feel so flustered and yet so at ease at the same time]

He's dressed and now a mischievous smile appears.

"Hey, umm… so, since it's almost the end of the tour and stuff, I asked Amelia if you could… you and Natalie… could be in the crowd tonight. Would you wanna do that?"

You don't realize that your eyes light up and once you feel it you compose yourself.

"That sounds fun! Yeah!"

"Neat. Umm… what is your favorite song?" He asks. [This punk is mocking me with the 'neat' thing isn't he?]

You're not sure why, but you get nervous to answer his question. You can tell he is waiting.

"I think 'Right Now' is probably my favorite," you admit. "And Natalie's is 'Alive' I'm pretty sure."

"Oh, right." He clears his throat, "awesome, I'll have someone on security take you to a good spot. You and Natalie. Look for me, yeah? I'll be the one in the black shirt and jeans." He winks.

[Oh god. You may get another concussion again, because your knees are getting weak and could buckle any moment]

"Game on rockstar." You squint your nose and he chuckles once more before dressing behind the curtain and leaving the room.

~~~~~

You have actually never been to a One Direction concert, and since becoming an intern, you've only ever watched them on the screen with all the other crew. So tonight is something else.

A security guard ushers you and Natalie to the front of the crowd on the left side, (looking at the stage). You have your 'crew' shirts on, so you get to stand in the crew walkway.

As soon as the show intro starts, the crowd roars! It seems like it somehow gets louder with each new song. Once 'C'mon C'mon' ends, the guys walk to the center of the stage.

You point at him, smile, and mouth 'found you' as he sets his mic stand in place.

Goosebumps form on your arms as soon as the song starts. Your stomach is twisting and turning. You start rubbing your forehead and when you look up you see Harry look at you.

He mouths "what's wrong with you?" but you shake your head. He mouths again, "what's wrong?" and you just point to your stomach.

He puts his hand on his, "feel sick?" But you just shrug. You're not sick, and you know it.

He looks at you a couple of times throughout the song and you swear he tries to sneak some other glances too.

When 'Moments' ends, he and Liam run to the bathroom. A few seconds later you feel your phone vibrate in your back pocket. You check it, thinking it might be Amelia, but you see Harry's name pop up.

[What the hell is he doing?]

:harry: having fun?

:you: yes, get back to work!

[Really, what the hell is he doing?]

~~~~~

The rest of the concert is phenomenal! You and Natalie leave just before the finale to get back to the room.

You are both floating. You're so glad that you could experience it at least once.

The concert ends and the boys go rushing by, and you see Harry tries to look in as he is whizzing by.

As Sarah and Jade join you to pack up, and a few minutes later you hear that *ping* and check your phone.

:harry: you had fun?

:you: so much, thank you!

:harry: i wanna hear all about it! would you maybe wanna meet up when you get back?

[These feelings rising up are familiar, but a lot stronger this time, and harder to avoid]

You subtly get Natalie's attention to show her the texts and get her advice. You feel like this is the type of bold thing you stay away from… and you feel like the last time you let you opened that gate, you ended up actually messing it all up. She looks at you like you're an idiot and whispers back, "I'm demanding that you go!"

:you: sounds good. where?

There's no immediate response and now you're nervous.

:harry: is it too weird to come to my room? just less people.

:harry: like, paparazzi

:you: no, that's fine

:harry: can't wait! i'll have someone come get you from you're room in an hour?

:you: okay!

As soon as you get to your hotel room, you are stumped. You don't know if you should change… or what you should wear.

"Leggings, and a cotton tank top, with that burnt orange off-the-shoulder sweater. It's the 'cute because she's comfy' look." Natalie helps, with a wink.

"What is even happening Natalie?" You stress.

"Good things sweetie, right?"

"Yeah, but why? I hurt him. Twice! At least that's how it seemed. And then he took care of me! I didn't deserve that."

"I think he cares about you way more than you think." She expresses.

You want to argue with her, you don't feel like it's true…. but you want to be ready to go to Harry's room.

[Hanging out in Harry Styles' room. You've hung out with him, and even kisses him, but for some reason that one thought is so unbelievable… like you're living every fan's dream]

~~~~~

He ushers you into his suite and orders some dessert from room service. You sat down on the couch together to wait.

"Okay, so tell me, what'd you think?" He asks.

"I've never experienced anything like that. It was unbelievable!" You exclaim. There's no exaggerating on that part.

He grins so wide. "Did we do 'Right Now' justice?"

"I don't think you guys could ever disappoint."

"I don't know about that." He laughs. "But the song was good?"

"Beautiful, as always. It's such a good song."

The dessert arrives and you start eating some delicious chocolate chip cookies.

You enter into another amazing conversation, like you always do with Harry. It's so easy to be comfortable and open with him. So damn easy.

He talks about his favorite songs to perform, the funniest signs he's seen, and the wildest things thrown on stage. He lights up when he talks about it all, and you can't help but adore it.

[You should stop adoring him, but that feels impossible. Try to hide your feelings so no one gets hurt again]

"You think you'd want to come out again next show?" Harry suddenly asks.

"Umm… yeah. I don't know if Amelia would let me since things are wrapping up with the tour though."

"What if it's just for 'Right Now' then?"

There must be a permanent red pigment to your face now. "That's probably fine. I'll ask her tomorrow."

After a few more cookies and some more tour talk, you acknowledge that you should be getting back to your room.

He offers to have someone take you back to your room but you decline. No one needs to go through any more trouble for you.

As you open the door, he starts to say something.

"Hey, Y/N?" He pauses, but then adds, "I liked hanging out."

"Me too. Thanks for the cookies!"

"Come by anytime you have a cookie craving." He smiles.

You laugh. "Okay rockstar." And you head back to your room.

[You should've hugged him. Wait, should you have hugged him? Maybe not the best idea]

~~~~~

Oct 3rd, 2014

You were questioned a bit yesterday by Sarah, asking where you'd been and implying you were off with some guy. There's no way you were going to tell her what you were really doing. So you just tell her you were winding down in the hotel cafe.

It's the second to last show of the tour and there's an energy in the air that is indescribable. You weren't pulling many outfit choices now so that packing up and storing could be completed faster. It meant your job was a lot easier in that sense.

You visit Dana at the merch tables. They had a lot more inventory out now. While things are getting easier for you, they are getting more stressful for her. You offer to help, which gives you an opportunity to catch up.

She asks how you have been since Vegas. Seems word spread a bit somehow, though that's not surprising in this environment.

She switches the subject for you, focusing the conversation on the guy she's been sort of seeing now. She seems really happy, and you're happy for her. But you're almost a little jealous that she gets to be with and talk about the guy she likes.

~~~~~

A couple hours before the outfit changes, Liam comes in to check on you. You haven't really had a chance to chat with each other and you're glad you're able to talk. You apologize for his broken arm, but he dismisses it, saying he looks tough. He asks about your recovery and you mention everything Harry did for you.

He chuckles, "yeah, not surprised." And then immediately meets your gaze. "I'm glad you're okay darling."

He excuses himself and says he'll be back later to change.

You put your headphones in. You've liked making it a habit as you work, to relieve your stress. You are embarrassingly listening to 'Happily' and singing along when you turn around and see that damn curly-haired boy standing in the doorway.

You take the headphones out. "You really need to stop sneaking in here when I've got music on."

"And miss you bopping around to 'Happily' by One Direction? I don't think so!" He laughs.

You roll your eyes and then you finally notice that his hair is french braided on the side with a bun at the back.

"What's going on up there?" You point.

"It's hot as hell out there." He shrugs, and then he looks at you like he's wanting your approval. "Is it too weird?"

"No! It's fun! And functional!" He starts to smile and you add, "rockstars can pretty much do whatever they want anyway." And he laughs.

"You're coming out for 'Right Now' right?"

"Yeah, approved by Amelia."

"M'kay. Stand on the same side." He winks and walks out.

Natalie walks in. "Harry Styles has a new hairstyle!" and you immediately come up with a fun plan. "Let's braid our hair too! It'll throw him off, and keep us from being drenched in sweat."

~~~~~

You both finish some tear down duties and head to the crew entrance to the show. You decide to sneak in right after the song starts. You see him looking for you two. [You're winning at this round of hide and seek]

You realize he isn't finding you so you and Natalie make up some silly dance moves and he notices it right away, copying them on stage. You belt out the words and head backstage once the song is over.

"That was hilarious" you laugh as you get back to the dressing room.

"What's going on with you two?" Nat immediately asks.

"Huh?"

"Come on Y/N/N, you can't be that naive and I'm not stupid." She sighs, "he asked you to watch the last concert, has you stand out there to sing your favorite song to you, invites you to his room to hang out, then wants you to at least watch them perform your favorite song again tonight… looking at you every chance he gets…"

She continues, "are you going to go after what you want now?"

"We are friends now. It's nice and fun."

"Is that all you want?"

"I just want things to be good between us. And I'm not going to mess that up again."

As if on cue, you get a text from Harry.

:harry: craving cookies?

You smile but instantly try to hide it and Natalie catches on quickly. "Honey, just go for it. Whatever it is, have fun and be happy. You're allowed to be happy."

:you: no

:harry: oh okay

:you: but cheesecake sounds good :)

:harry: done. see you in an hour?

:you: deal

~~~~~

The cheesecake actually arrives at the same time you do. Harry has the biggest grin on his face when he opens the door. "Best thing to open my door to!"

As you're devouring your dessert, he comments, "you surprised me with your hairdo tonight."

"I was trying to throw you off but it didn't work." You joke.

"It almost did. Major distraction, not professional Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!" He jokes back.

You feel a bit of a sting. Professionalism is what you strive for, but also the reason you ended up curled up in bed at the rental house, trying desperately not to cry.

He can see your expression has changed. "Thankfully your crazy dancing was the right way to get me focused again, so job well done."

You look down at your plate and nod your head. "That's what I'm here for…" and let out a sigh.

"Hey… I didn't mean anything bad by it." He scoots just a tiny bit closer. "It's good seeing you having fun at the show." He admits.

You don't want to make things awkward, so you stick out your tongue. "Who said I had fun?"

He laughs. "Not invited to the last show then."

You joking sigh of relief. "Thank god, it's hard work pretending to enjoy it. They're so boring."

There's a moment of silence and then he asks, "wait, but do you not want to?"

"I'll check my schedule." You joke.

You both laugh and go back to eating cheesecake. There's a comfortable silence while you finish your dessert.

He hesitantly breaks the silence. "Hey, have you been okay lately? Umm… since Vegas… and since you stayed at my house and stuff?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. It's not a big de-"

He interrupts, "please don't say that! What happened was not okay."

"I'm really fine."

"You didn't deserve that. You deserve to feel safe, all the time." He asserts.

You start to feel something building up inside.

"I should've been there. I could've done something. That asshole wouldn't have come close to you, and definitely wouldn't have touched you."

You break. You haven't thought about it much at all, and you thought you were handling it. Moving on. But you realize it actually was kind of a big deal. A stranger touched you, grabbed you, tried forcing himself on you… and you couldn't do anything. You felt helpless. Unsafe. Out of control.

Tears start welling up and pouring out. Harry looks a little panicked and scoots right up next to you. He blurts out, "oh god, please don't cry… Can I hug you?" And you nod.

He wraps his arms around you. His safe and strong arms. It actually makes you cry harder, knowing it's the exact opposite of how you felt that night in Vegas.

"I'm so sorry Sunshine. I'm so sorry you went through that and I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

You curl into his chest even more. You can't form words at the moment.

He continues, "I hate that I wasn't there. You deserve so much better." His heart is beating so fast. "You deserve to always feel safe. I always want you to feel safe."

[You do. You do feel safe now, and you don't want to leave this moment]

You've never felt so emotional, and you've definitely never felt so at ease while so emotional. Words are finally starting to form, and your heart is overriding any thoughts that could stop you right now. "Harry… Can… Can I stay here tonight?"

"Of course love. You can take the bed."

"No- umm… can we just lay here?"

"Anything you need."

He scoots the two of you so that you are laying down next to each other, still holding you while you're nuzzled into his chest.

You instantly relax and you feel yourself drifting to sleep.

~~~~~

Oct 4th, 2014

You wake up but don't open your eyes right away. You are enjoying the warmth next to you and the aroma surrounding you. [Shit, he feels and smells so good]

Harry starts to stir and you finally open your eyes. He gives you a big squeeze and pulls back to say, "good morning love. Feel alright?" He sits up and adds, "would you like some breakfast?"

You nod. "Yes please."

He calls for room service and checks with you that it's okay for him to take a shower while you wait. While he's in the bathroom, you check your phone.

:natalie: girl… are you coming back?

:natalie: i get it, you're busy ;) text me later

:natalie: ps. if you don't want people knowing, we might need a cover story to tell sarah and jade

:natalie: but i will need all the details

You shake your head and chuckle.

:you: just talked & slept here, love you, & shut up

You send it and Harry walks out of the bathroom. This punk is wearing a pair of skinny jeans. Just skinny jeans. [That's just rude, being so hot]

"You wanna take one now?"

"I would but I don't have clean clothes. I'll take one in my room." You respond.

"Fair enough." He smiles.

Breakfast arrives and you share everything he ordered. You eat, drink coffee, and talk about what tomorrow will be like, since it's the last show. It feels so normal. Not like he is Harry Styles rockstar and you are the intern who picks the celebrity's outfits. No, it's you and Harry.

[You would do this forever if you could]

You meet his glance while you eat some toast, and butterflies rage in your stomach when you see that he looks down and smirks, shaking his head.

"What?" You ask.

"It's just nice doing normal things." He smirks again.

"I'm glad I can make you feel normal." You roll your eyes.

He gives you a gentle but serious look. "I really like this." And you smirk back.

Once breakfast is done you figure you should get back to your room to take a shower and get to the venue. He pouts a little.

He walks you to the door but you stop before you open it.

"Harry, I can't even thank you enough for… well, for letting me bawl like a baby in front of you, and letting me sleep here. I hadn't talked to anyone about it before last night. Thank you for being there for me."

He wraps his arms around you, and then kisses the top of your head. "Always. Never a question Sunshine."

You pull back and look at his beautiful, gentle face with those deep green eyes. You can't help it and lean in for a quick kiss.

You pull back quickly and wipe your lips. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not." He winks as he bites his lower lip. He gives you a quick kiss back, but leave it at that, because you know you wouldn't get to work on time.

[Professionalism may officially be out the window now, but you can at least get to the venue early]

~~~~~

Oct 5th, 2014

Since tonight is the last show, you doll yourself up more. You put on your white and rust orange horizontal stripe flared jeans paired with a black crop t-shirt and some white hoop earrings.

Amelia comes in when you all get to the venue, thanking you all for everything you've done on this tour, and surprising you all by letting you watch the entire show, "at the boys' request". You can't wait to get out there again.

You stand in your usual spot. The show starts and the entire venue erupts in screams. Sarah and Jade are overwhelmed.

'Right Now' starts playing. Natalie pinches your side, knowing full well what happened and how good you are feeling. You can't tear your eyes away from him. You can't stop smiling when he looks your way. When he sings his second solo part and grins widely when he glances over, you can't feel your legs. [Best show you've ever been too]

The entire concert is spectacular. It was a great end to a great tour, but you are excited for what's coming next. There's a huge after party and, to be honest, you are more excited for that than anything.

~~~~~

You get ready so quickly and you feel sexy. A black lace plunge v-neck top with black skinny jeans, paired with silver heels and silver earrings. Thankfully the party is in a banquet room of the hotel, so you grab the girls and basically run down there.

The music is playing, and people are mingling. Sarah and Jade make their way to the bar and you scan the room.

"Hey Sunshine" you hear from behind you. You twist around with the biggest smile on your face, to meet the eyes of the guy with the biggest smile on his own face.

Natalie quickly interrupts the staring, "I'll be over… somewhere else."

"You look… wow. You look incredible." Harry professes, handing you a margarita.

You look him up and down, admiring his black button up with white paisley print. Again, maybe like two buttons are actually being used, but you definitely don't mind that style choice tonight.

"Not too shabby yourself there rockstar." You reply.

He puts his hand on your lower back as you walk past everyone to a table in the corner.

"So, last show, what'dya think?"

"Insanely good. I still have goosebumps." You reply.

"The shows are the best part of the job honestly."

You happen to look up, past Harry, and notice someone looking your way. You chuckle.

Harry looks up, "what's funny?"

"I- uhh… I think Sarah is giving me the death stare because I'm talking to you."

"She's… an interesting one." He smiles. "But I think she might not like this either…" He suddenly guides you out to an outside patio, laughing the entire way.

"Ahh" he jokingly sighs, "safety."

You take a couple more sips of margarita. "This feels familiar…" you boldly state.

"Hmmm… yeah… think tonight will end the same as that one?" He asks with a wink.

You giggle but then get quiet.

"Hey Sunshine, what's up? Why're ya quiet?" He questions.

"I…" you need to just say this to get it over with. "I can't get past the fact that you were so kind to me after Vegas, and ever since then actually, after what I did." You pause for a breath. "It doesn't make sense and I don't deserve it."

"What are you talking about, love?"

"We had such an amazing kiss at that rooftop par-"

He interrupts, "amazing, huh?"

"Shush you!" You smile. "But then I put a stop to it the next day." You shake your head. "Then I visited you before you went to London, and we had such an amazing talk, and another amazing kiss… don't say anything, Harry… and I pulled away. And then walked away."

You look at him and realize he is just taking it all in.

You continue. "You said you thought I wanted it too. And I did. I really did. I just thought that it would be a bad idea and jeopardize a lot for each of us."

He's still listening.

"I hurt you, or assumed I did, and hurt myself in the process. I'm not good with feelings. It's hard for me to have them, let alone acknowledge them. So when I hadn't heard from you, I went to Vegas to distract myself and that… well, anyway, you came to me and took me in and treated me so well. I didn't deserve that." You finish with, "and ever since then you've been so… wonderful."

You didn't mean to kill the fun mood, but it actually felt good letting that all out.

"Y/N, I had wanted to kiss you for a while, and it didn't end how I wanted it to, but I don't regret doing it. And I never stopped caring about you after that."

Your head snaps up as he continues, "I probably did back off a bit. It was hard not to want to kiss you again at first." He blushes. "After Vegas I realized I wanted to be there for you no matter what. And if that means just being friends then that's what I'll do. You deserve to be treated right. Please don't say you don't deserve it."

He pauses, looking at you with that tender expression he showed on the rooftop. "What about now? You said you had wanted it too. But what about now?"

He drops his head, waiting for your answer.

Your stomach feels like it is doing somersaults, and your heart is pounding out of your chest. You aren't going to hold back this time. You're going for what you want.

You turn towards him and grab his chin to look at you. "Even more now."

He stands up straight and pulls your waist towards him. Wrapping one hand around your lower back, and one of the back of your neck, he pulls you in as close as he can. Your knees are weak and you are very aware of the yearning accumulating between your legs.

"Hey you two!" Niall yells, bursting through the doors. Harry growls.

"Oh shit, sorry there. I'll just…" he points to the door and walks back inside, laughing loudly.

Harry lets out a frustrated sigh. "Would you maybe want to go to my suite?"

"Yes!" You answer enthusiastically.

He laughs and leads you out of the party.

[Sarah would combust if she knew what was happening]

~~~~~

As soon as Harry shuts the suite door, he pulls you in again, just like before. But this time he doesn't take a moment for anything and plants his lips right onto yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he starts walking you backwards towards the bed. Once the back of your legs hit it, he breaks away. "Is this okay with you?" You nod and pull him back to your lips.

He can't keep his hands still, running them up and down your back, your waist, and then your ass. He grabs it firmly and you let out a subtle moan. That gets him excited and he pulls you closer into him.

You place your hands on his chest for a moment, and when more bravery kicks in, you undo the two buttons on his shirt, pull it back over his shoulders and down his arms. He tucks his hands under the back of your jeans to grab your ass again, but pulls away from your kiss. "Do you feel safe?" You nod again. "Please say it, love, so I know for sure."

"I feel safe Harry."

He returns his lips to yours and pulls you back in towards him. You can feel how hard he is under his jeans. You remove one hand from his neck and grab him over his jeans. He moans against your kiss. You reach for the button of his jeans but pull away to look at him. You want him to be comfortable too. "It's alright" he whispers.

He kicks off his boots as you undo the button and zipper. You pull them down over his hips and he shimmies them down the rest of the way.

"You're a little overdressed now" he jokes. You raise your arms up and he smirks while he pulls your shirt over your head. He lets out a breath as he takes you in, seeing that you weren't wearing a bra. You giggle.

You sit down on the bed to take off your heels, and slide your jeans off as well. Before you can stand up again, he bends down to kiss you, one arm on each side of the bed, and you scoot back so that he is hovering over you.

"Do you still feel safe?"

"I feel safe." You reassure him, so he grabs your hip with one hand and he lowers himself down to rest on you, the opposite forearm by your head. You grab his biceps and run your hands all over them.

He moves the hand that is on your hip to your panties, running his finger along the hemline. He exhales excitedly, as do you. His fingers slip into them and run down your center. You moan and open your eyes to see him smirk, as you bite your lip.

He slowly pushes them into you and you moan again, louder this time. "Fuck, you're so wet!" With that he moves them in and out, hitting that perfect spot each time. You squeeze his biceps tighter as he picks up his pace. You move your hands to his shoulder blades and run your fingernails across them. He pulls away from your lips and moans loudly.

He goes back down to kiss you but you put one finger up to his lips to stop him. "Do you still feel safe, love?"

"Yes, I do. But I want you inside of me." You confess.

"I just want to make you feel good, Sunshine."

"I do, and it will. That's what I want. Please." You plead.

"Anything you want." He gets up and quickly makes his way to his suitcase, grabbing a square packet and walking back over. "Thank god I just bought these."

"Presumptuous." You giggle.

"Just hopeful." He winks. He takes his underwear off and strokes the condom down himself, then hovers back over you.

You're squirming. You want him so badly. You need him so badly at this point.

He places his tip at your entrance then meets your eyes. "Safe? Ready?"

"Yes, yes! Please!" You plead.

He chuckles. "Okay, okay Sunshine. I'll give you what you want." With that, he slowly pushes himself inside of you.

You throw your head back and gasp as you feel him sliding in. You could see how big he was, but actually feeling it fill you is still a surprise.

"You good?" He asks.

"S- so good." You stutter.

He hums and starts pumping faster. "Fuck Y/N! You feel so good!"

You can't keep yourself from moaning over and over. "Oh god, Harry!" You cry out. "I think I'm about to cum!"

"Let it go baby, I want you to!" He pumps faster.

You quickly reach your peak and come undone. He pumps a few more times and matches your moans as you orgasm together. He stays there as you both come down.

Panting, he manages to mutter, "definitely ended better than the rooftop party," and you both laugh, still trying to fully catch your breath.

He finally pulls out, and grabs some towels from the bathroom to clean up.

He looks at you once he's done. "You're so beautiful, Sunshine." He bends down for another kiss. "I so desperately want to just stay here and just look at you all night… but I think we should go back to the party."

You agree, without question. You understand. You both get redressed and you make sure you don't look like you just had your world rocked by Harry Styles.

Before you grab the doorknob, he gently grabs your arm and swings you back around, bringing you in for one more passionate kiss.

"I'm a big fan of that internship now" he laughs, and you head back down to the party.

~~~~~

To avoid suspicion, you divert to the hotel lobby bathroom to double check your hair and makeup while Harry goes back to the party.

:harry: i came in through the side door. i think you're good to come back now through the front

:harry: i'll be the one talking to some of the crew, looking massively happy

:you: game on

You walk in and find Natalie. She instantly grabs your arm and pulls you aside.

"Where the fuck did you go?"

You basically grin from ear to ear. "I went after what I wanted."

"And???" She grills.

"I got it." You find Harry's gaze, seeing him wink as you subtly bite your lip. "And I'm happy."

~~~~~

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