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#came across this video and couldn't resist sorry
sadfury · 7 months
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❝ coconut oil ❞
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PAIRING : mad! dom! rafe x f reader
CONTEXT : you can’t sleep so try to get tired on your own… touching yourself… next to rafe sleeping… but he wakes up… and DIDNT like at all
WARNING : SMUT dom!, angst, rafe being mean and hard, rough sex, pet names, rafe treating you like an object, fingering, hard sex, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation kink, light praise kink, reader being a polite sub after getting caught. hair pulling, choking. unprotected sex, creampie. reader passes out at the end (rafe is safe).
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Lying in bed, y/n tossed and turned in search of sleep. tonight, the roles were reversed. usually, it was her boyfriend, Rafe, who suffered from insomnia and spent the night playing video games or watching some stupid series. But tonight, it she was the one who couldn't sleep, spending her time scrolling through her AO3 looking for new stories that would take her into the world of Morpheus.
but it wasn't like that. she came across plenty of exciting, torrid stories. She resisted the urge to touch herself, knowing that Rafe was next door and wouldn't appreciate the idea of her giving herself pleasure without him. he had fallen asleep on his stomach, hugging the cushion, half his face hidden in the fabric. he was fast asleep, you could almost hear the sound of his heavy breathing, attesting to a deep sleep.
she slid her panties down her legs, discreetly, trying to move as little as possible. she reached for the jar of coconut oil that served as a natural lubricant. she placed a few drops on her clitoris before making gentle circles, realizing now that she was very excited and that it was surely going to be easier than she'd imagined.
She nibbled her lip trying not to make any noise, her fingers sliding over her clitoris making a lovely light water noise. she watched rafe out of the corner of her eye hoping he wouldn't wake up.
Rafe was a generous, even jealous lover, wanting to possess every moan, every shudder of her body. he couldn't bear the idea of her taking pleasure without him. she touched herself, anxiously checking that her boyfriend wasn't waking up. She knew that if he caught her in the act, he wouldn't let her go so soon. he'd punish her for not waking him.
deep down, she found it terribly exciting. it was like a forbidden orgasm, something she couldn't do, even more so when Rafe was asleep beside her. she looked at him, well aware that at any moment, if he opened his eyes, he'd see her and punish her on the spot. she held back a groan and sighed heavily, the thought bringing her closer to an orgasm that was going to be violent. she could feel it settling in her lower belly. the electric imprint swelling her clitoris, she closed her eyes, imagining what rafe might say when he found her there, hands busy, one hand dripping with cyprine and the other pinching her nipples with ardor. she was so close already, the simple idea of being caught by her jealous man. she tilted her head back, letting herself go into a powerful orgasm. she bit her lips hard to stop herself from breathing out Rafe's name, as if he were the magic formula of her orgasm.
before she could even open her eyes, a hand clasped her neck and pushed her back against her pillow. when she opened her eyes, Rafe was staring at her with wide eyes, one eyebrow arched, his expression seemed surprised, almost dismayed.
"are you playing with my pussy?" he asked in a hoarse, deep voice, he was still a little sleepy and he tightened his fingers on her neck to straighten her up. he'd gotten up and was kneeling on the bed. his left hand moved between her thighs to find the moist warmth of her burning pussy. he grunted gravely as he realised how wet she was.
"what were you doin?" he asked, trying to regain her composure, she realized she'd still had the chance to cum before receiving this well-deserved punishment.
"s-sorry… i was horny Rafe, i’m sorry. i couldn't wait till tomorrow and-" Rafe giggled as he pushed his fingers inside her, his jaw dropped as he realized she was dripping, her pussy so wet from the previous orgasm.
"so? wake me up!" he breathed obviously, his fingers fingering her harder and she moaned heavily, rolling her eyes.
Rafe tightened his grip on her neck so she'd run out of air, frustrated, annoyed by her insolence, he watched her edging a new orgasm closer.
"why you didn't wake me up?" Rafe asked softly. Y/n felt rafe's fingers speed up her movement to make it hard for her to answer. she stuttered, impossible to find words to form a sentence.
"so what, you can give yourself orgasms without me but can't take mine? what's wrong with mine?", she found it hard to understand his sentence, to even imagine that she was giving answer, she just felt her body sweating and burning to the rhythm of something that was going to transport her to seventh heaven.
"y-yours... better" y/n delicate voice struggled to reach Rafe's ears between all the moans that escaped her mouth unstoppably. she clenched her hands on Rafe's shirt as he smiled, lifting her head with only his grip on her throat.
"what? use your words babe. you can do it. you just came, you can come again and answers my questions, don't you? or you already are so dumb from all the orgasms you had without me?" his hand tightened on her neck, the other accelerated the movement, y/n ran out of air as the orgasm approached, her moans trapped between rafe's tight fingers on her skin.
"Come on baby, that's what you do? you wait for me to get asleep to give yourself pleasure?" he was exaggerating, he just wanted to degrade her.
actually he was very excited by the idea of finding her touching herself without him but he didn't want it to become a habit, especially not next to him. she knew what awaited her if she made herself cum, she'd played and she'd lost... well, it was all relative, she was so close, much too close. her cherry dripped in a sound like forest waterfalls, Rafe didn't stop, he redoubled his efforts to make her cum harder. his arms didn't weaken, he fingered harder, slapping his palm against her mount of venus. she moaned heavily.
"why you were so dripping? what was turning you on like this?" rafe asked, he was beginning to lose his patience and y/n could feel it, she could hardly breathe and her brain was almost finally shutting down, her thoughts disappearing as a violent orgasm flooded every part of her body.
“you, you waking up-" her lips puffed out as her words were lost in the moans. Rafe felt like he was hallucinating, he couldn't believe she'd just said that.
"oh is that funny to you?" he smiled, taking off his shirt. he removed his boxer shorts and tightened his grip on his already aroused member, stretched like an arrow towards her. he moved closer to her, sliding his member over her lips before slamming it onto her clitoris with.
"you liked the idea that i could find out you're a slut who doesn't even share..." he growled, his voice vibrant, slow, low, attesting to palpable annoyance. he entered her gently before catching her hips between his hands.
"that's what you are, a naughty selfish slut who doesn't think about her daddy", he gave a push to enter her more brutally and she tilted her head back, moaning openly. Rafe ran a hand over her neck to press her against the mattress with force. He leaned over her, his member slipping between her lips, he entered roughly before withdrawing slowly.
y/n rolled her eyes, rafe's arm was resting on her chest, tonight he wasn't trying to be gentle, to go easy. he was giving deep, violent thrusts to make her regret.
"What did you have to say for yourself?" rafe asked, y/n couldn't think of anything, she could feel the orgasm rising again, much more violent, because Rafe's member was hitting just the right spot to make her drip and her legs shake.
Rafe ran his hand up her hair, caressing her cheek as he flicked back a strand, with curious delicacy as his pelvis struck y/n's ass with force. his hand gathered her hair gently before squeezing and pulling to raise y/n's head.
"so? i hear no apologies" between each of his words, he gave a violent thrust that brought y/n a little closer to a terrassante orgasm, Rafe grunted, sighing. his hair fell back over his now almost black eyes, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glow in the moonlight.
"i couldn't sleep rafe, i just wanted to fall asleep..." he chuckled, tightening his grip on her hair a little more to lift her head, lifting his chin to look into her eyes, his jaw set.
"oh that's why? don't worry you’ll get tired after this." he growled as he lifted her face a little more, passing a hand under her ass to lift her up and bring her back against his pelvis with violence.
in his big strong hands, y/n felt like an object to be used and abused as he pleased, all the more so when she upset him like this. rafe fucked her as if she were a light, malleable doll, and y/n dripped onto him, realizing that she didn't need to do anything for his pleasure. he watched her eyes as he slowed his movements, wanting to enter her more deeply.
"i can't believe you had the nerve to make you come next to me... are you crazy? you know i smell coconut oil faster when it's mixed with your soaking insolent pussy" he grunted before lowering his head, his member growing inside her and she rolled her eyes, excited by his erection.
"i was thinking about you i swear..." she tried to justify herself but Rafe let out a heavy, noisy moan as he closed his eyes, his head tilted back.
"aaaa- stop that. shut your-". he sighed deeply. his member throbbed deep in her cunt, he was hotly aroused. he couldn't forget that scene, y/n, lying with her head back, eyes closed, her fingers deep in her cunt... if on top of that she was thinking about him...
he was seized by an impulse and he withdrew from her quickly, she opened her eyes, her eyes round, surprised, perplexed, she didn't want it to end there. Rafe pushed her onto the bed, ordering her in a deep voice
"turn over. on your stomach. now". y/n complied, Rafe spread her legs and he brought one up to bend her knee, offering better access to her pussy.
He grabbed both her hands and put them on her back, so that she couldn't move, her head buried in a pillow, she couldn't even see her man anymore. he held her buried in the sheets, his hand searching for her thick, throbbing member, he touched himself by passing his tip between her dripping lips.
"so you think about me when you touch yourself next to me? you really should have woken me up" he grumbled, touching his member between her lips. he held her hands tightly so she wouldn't move, touching himself quickly, his tip stirring between her lips without even entering.
"we can be two playing this game baby" he laughed, "i can pleasure myself without you too...".
y/n was so excited, this punishment was so perfect. she couldn't even see him, only hear sighs, grunts and the movement of his hand sliding over his member. she melted between his hands, against his cock, letting a trickle of her dripping wetness cling to his dick.
"no, please daddy, i'm sorry" she cried.
Rafe smiled, accelerating his movements, excited by her frustration which she did not hide. she moaned, pleading, she only wanted to find the burning contact of his body. Rafe leaned into her ear, blowing on her sweaty skin, on her neck and on her face.
"don't worry my love, i'm thinking about you.” he said in a cocky but delightful voice.
she stifled moans, more felt like tears, she was terribly excited and it was torture to feel myself touching without participating, without seeing it, without taking any pleasure. he was still holding her tightly, preventing her from moving even a little bit.
"Please Rafe...please fuck me..." he snickered as he released his grip on her hands, without hesitation she blindly tried to grab his member. her hand bumped against Rafe's muscular chest before he grabbed her hair again.
she was finally grabbing his member, her arm almost upturned, her back arched back, her head lifted only by the grip of his hands in her hair. she nevertheless found the place to make a movement to touch him. she just wanted to touch him, to feel him hard on her hand.
“you can beg better my love…” he creaked. she moaned louder feeling him grow between her fingers, Rafe love making her beg, he wanted to see her on the verge of tears, frustrated.
"please my love i promise i won't do it again, i'll wake you up next time please rafe just fuck me pl-" Rafe's member slammed into her, she couldn't finish her sentence and Rafe let go.
head to lean on the headboard, his member sank deeply and violently. she moaned heavily, feeling his pelvis banging her ass. she could no longer breathe but exhale when Rafe sank into her as his thrusts were violent and shook her body. he felt her tighten and he grabbed her by the hair, slid his head against her neck.
"i'll warn you next time i won't be that nice" he whispered without his ear. was he nice there?
she bit her lip so violently that she felt the imprint of her teeth marking her flesh. his thrusts were faster, more abrupt, she could almost feel him rising in her belly, her eyes rolling, moaning loudly again. she was so close.
“next time i find you soaking on my bed without me i tie you up. legs and arms, i put something so your beautiful eyes won't see anything. you understand that my beautiful stupid baby?” his voice is so soft, so slow, she can't resist exciting threats uttered in such a light and delicate tone.
she feels the orgasm rising, only one thing is missing, she feels it burning on her clitoris, this irrepressible urge to touch herself to accelerate a dripping orgasm. she knows she can't touch in front of him, especially not after all this.
"Please daddy- so close... touch my clit please...", a soft laugh escaped Rafe's lips as he happily awaited this moment. he went up her legs to go up her ass. he arched her back a little more to give a perfect view of her beautiful butt, her dripping pussy. he entered her again brutally, his fingers touching her clitoris with dexterity. he was so skilled, in all positions, Rafe always managed to touch her clitoris to make her cum.
"i like when you remember who's your daddy, wanna come my love?" he asked. she nodded against the mattress, Rafe running a hand through her hair before pushing deeper inside her. he leaned on her head so that his movements had more scope.
“yes yes yes please” she begged, she was so close, every time he came and went inside of her, she felt the burning vibration his member was leaving inside her.
Rafe accelerated his movements to make her come, his fingers pressed slightly harder on her clitoris and y/n came once again on Rafe's throbbing member. he was growling non-stop, on the contrary, he was kicking his pelvis more violently, ignoring y/n's cries of pleasure, his legs trembling. the orgasm was so violent that her brain could do nothing. she was moaning loudly, trying to ride out the waves of pleasure that Rafe washed over her.
"what? is it too much my love?” he sneered, amused to see his body shaking under his thrusts.
"you can't take one more?" he smothered another smile
"that's why i don't like you touching yourself, you don't know how to do." he smiled
“that's my fucking pussy, you understand that?” he exclaimed as he slapped y/n's ass, his hands clinging to her little love handles on her buttocks that he loved so much.
"say it, say it's mine" he ordered, y/n barely heard what he was saying, a new orgasm was approaching, far from the little enjoyment she granted herself earlier.
It was the violent orgasm of a continual stimulation of a clitoris which had already enjoyed enormously. she was moaning loudly and Rafe was accelerating his movements on her clitoris.
“It’s yours daddy only yours…” her voice almost faded to the sound of their bodies colliding in time with their impulses.
she surrendered again, the dopamin of a powerful orgasm flooding her brain and her eyes rolling as the only adequate response.
"ooooh.. your pussy- aaah" he groaned as he accelerated his movements again.
"im pounding you now, take it baby, i know you can, baby you do it so good" he praised, his hands tightened on his buttocks, he clenched them between his fists as his head tilted back. he was so close too, her pussy vibrating around him, he felt her dripping and moaning.
"im so close again daddy more, please more" y/n's voice muffled into the cushions, Rafe pressed his hands to her ass to pull her back against his pelvis, his movements offered new depth, y/n's legs shook again, her excitement mixed with her sweat, flowed between her thighs.
“fuck-y/n…” Rafe moaned.
y/n rolled her eyes again as her brain shut off when she heard the gasps of pleasure from Rafe cumming deep inside her pussy. her body dropped immediately and it took Rafe a few seconds before realizing she had passed out.
“Oh fuck fu- you alright? baby?” he realized as he sat up, he turned her around and slapped her lightly. her eyelids fluttered, Rafe was blowing air on her with loose paper notes .
“are you okay baby girl? you passed out” he asked, worried, his eyebrows furrowed with concern.
"I was too hard on you?”. he insisted in a soft and light voice, he handed her a glass of water.
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in2meijasworld · 1 year
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Hi lovely! I saw ur requests were open so if you have time would u want to write more for Aaron? Possibly nsfw? I’m absolutely loving your Ben fic btw🥹This man has me thirsty & in a chokehold lmfao
What's crazy is that I've never came across Aaron Taylor Johnson IN THE FLESH fanfics?? I would absolutely loveee to be the first or few to do so. Deviously. This will be a lot of visuals.
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GIFS USED IN THIS ARE NOT MINE. CREDITED TO WHO IS TAGGED!!!
A/n: when I'm tellin y'all I had an INSANE idea for this. Well not completely insane but the thoughts were THOTTINNN. I recently watched a yt vid explaining everything in regards to his marriage and the upbringing of it and whew.. I was very uncomfortable. And this was from actual interviews, not statements that aren't credible. I had a crush on him at a young age so to grow up and finally realize what happened baffles me now that I'm an adult. The tw and warning says it all. I'll explain a summary of everything in the fic. Didn't know what to title it so I had the homegirl title it for me (if any of your friends irl know about your tumblr u are so strong bc she's the only one EVER to know about mine😭) if u want the video for a better understanding of my discomfort, I'll gladly send it, msg me!
Pairing: Aaron Taylor Johnson x Fem!Reader
Summary: you're the director and coordinator of Aaron's Calvin Klein shoot. You both end up realizing there's a lot of chemistry between you two that leads to something more. Lots of visuals so open ya minddd.
Gelato (PART 2)
TW/Warning: NSFW. CONTROVERSIAL, some of y'all genuinely may not like this, because I don't support/like his wife/groomer so this is talked about. Don't read further if this will bother you bc I'm not resisting talking down on it. Mentions of grooming (may come off as ageist), intolerance. And horrendous lack of director/coordinator experience so I apologize if some things don't make sense LMFAO. As always, 18+. mature audience only.
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CAMERA ANGLES & A BBL
** read a/n and TW **
(1/x?)
Quietly playing in the background.
Fixing your hair behind your ear, you reached your hands out to the screen you were examining with the camera man. There he goes with that Handsome Squidward face.
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"Alright. You're gonna need to ease up on the BBL face Mr. Johnson," you joked, wanting him to relax his brows and piercing jawline effect, "Just a lil."
The camera-man chuckled behind the lens, quickly hiding his smug in an attempt to remain professional.
Aaron gave a cheeky grin, almost embarrassed but reviving it with a cocky mannerism, "Sorry Boss," he retorted, relaxing his face a bit before displaying a new strike.
You were aware that he had a spirited demeanor within by his previous responses, and your low-key awareness of his past. But even though he was a few years older than you, you appreciated his willingness to oblige and respect you despite you being younger by a few years. Although he treated you authoritatively, you didn't want him to feel as if he couldn't enjoy this shoot. You wanted him to embrace his energetic personality.
Curiously, you couldn't help but wonder if his quickness to obey orders was because that's all he was ever used to, all that he's known introducing himself into the industry at such a young age.
"He was robbed of his childhood," or so you've heard. Being in the upper-end industry, you've heard people talk, rumors, drama, everything that's stripped out of the media you can ponder on.
In the beginning, you didn't know what to believe, rumors ran like wildfire. It wasn't until you decided to do your own research, coming across interviews from years ago of him and Sam.
It made you tense seeing him at such a young age. Weeks prior to the shoot, you nose dove into your laptop screen. Almost 19 he was, roaming around the world, oblivious at the fact his 42 year old director, that was now his wife, groomed him. It's not the age gap that made you uncomfortable, it was the age that she had met him. You couldn't imagine your teenage years being with a grown person that had kids close to your own age.
19 was his age when the couple became public, but he was barely 18 when they met, who knows, it could've been younger. She was his director. And he came to her house... for an interview. How suspicious.
And at age 19 she was pregnant with his first kid at age 42.... you couldn't help but cringe at the fact he was still a teenager with a grown adult.
You felt sympathy more than anything else. It was nothing to make fun of him for. You got a feeling that he lacked a sincere childhood or role model to look up upon. He almost reminded you a little about yourself. But who were you to make silly assumptions? Well you quite literally watched actual interviews with him admitting this but let's not talk about this anymore.
Instructions were proposed by you to take a 5 minute break. The crew began to move out of frame, eager to take advantage of their short rest as you heard all of their sighs of relief.
Taken by surprise at their fatigue, you decided to help them furthermore, "Jeez you guys. 15 minute break it is then," you expelled. They replied with yeahhhs and yayyys.
You were a well-liked director and co-worker. Everyone loved how genuine you were considering your position and status. It was significant for you to treat everyone fairly and with kindness, besides, you were quite the complete opposite of what people call kids "Nepo Babies" these days.
Aaron hopped out of the setting, walking towards you. "15 minutes Boss? I'm not that tired," he said with a slightly exhausted grin, fixing his hair.
"Please for the love of God call me y/n," you chuckled, "and you're not too convincing. Why don't you enjoy your break like everyone else is," You instructed kindly.
He radiated a friendly smile in response.
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You started for the open break room that hummed at the end of the large space. It was where the huge modernized orange couch laid. It was surrounded by tables that held Keurig's, treats, and a few of the crew members scattered, all talking amongst each other.
Porto's bread, candy, fruits, donuts, and coffee laid out in front of you with a warm welcome. You gladly made yourself a plate and sat on the widespread couch, kicking off your shoes and crossing your legs together to enjoy your plate.
The cushion wiggled below you. You adjusted your glasses before looking beside you to see Aaron sitting at the other end. You tilted your head side to side as a gesture to say hello as you chewed happily.
"Must be great to be you right now," he expressed in his affable British accent.
"You can be me right now, you're not in prison you know," you snickered, "Just grab a plate for yourself and let 'em lemon peppers go."
He was astounded by your statement. Almost as if he swore you were a drill sergeant commanding him strict orders beforehand, not allowing him to enjoy the shoot.
"Psh, is this a test," he eagerly questioned with a grin, "I'll grow an extra bullock if I ate right now."
You scoffed nicely, "That would actually look great for the camera hm? Would definitely fit your BBL face," you joked, wanting the man to ease up.
You sat up straight, grabbing ahold of a grape on your plate, "Catch this," you said, loading your hand ready for him to catch it in his mouth.
He immediately zoned in, wavering his head back, eagerly waiting for your throw.
When you did, it thumped his forehand and bounced to the ground, earning a hoarse laugh from you at your horrible aim. He instantly copied, now laughing harder just from your horrid laugh alone.
"Whew what an aim," he gawked, wiping the liquid residue from his forehead.
You grabbed a bigger hunk of fruit this time, impatiently wanting a redemption round, aiming it once more.
You drew it upwards, targeting perfectly, resulting with him catching it in his mouth.
"AYYYY!" You commemorated, throwing your hands up and nearly knocking some of the items off your plate, collecting bursts of laughter from everyone in the room as a piece of bread thwacked the top of your head.
Aaron shared the most outrageous laugh, chewing his piece of fruit and pointing at the piece of bread that was now on the ground.
You got up from the couch, picking up the loaf and winding it down as you bowed to the audience, "Thank you, thank you, oh stoppp it," you mocked a flattered gesture.
You rolled your eyes and cleaned up the mess, finishing up the last scraps that remained on the plate and tossing it in the trash. You popped in a few mints before heading to the restroom to wash your hands.
Began to play
You shimmied back to the studio in excitement at the change of House Music to 80s tunes. The crew members caught glance of you in a reciprocated manner. Aaron making eye contact with you directly after.
Beginning to slowly shimmy your shoulders, you allowed your body to take over at the sound of one of your favorite songs; your co workers knew how to hype you up.
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Aaron's smile grew, raising himself up from the couch, he began to copy your movements to the middle of the spotlight, dancing goofily, flipping his hair in the process.
"GET THAT GET THAT!," you called out to the camera man.
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"Ahhhh!," you squealed out in excitement, fully letting the song take over your movements.
"Get in the shot!," one of the crew members called out.
You shimmied your shoulders to the middle once more, dancing like two idiots with Aaron.
He smiled in euphoria, fully enjoying the moment. Your hips swayed to the melody, every joint was captured with rhythm. He swayed his arms around, getting on his knees, lip singing the lyrics as you followed.
"DONT YOU WANT ME BABYYY," you both yelled out, screaming the lyrics that echoed through the whole studio, "DONT YOU WANT ME OOOOOHHHHH!!!"
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When the song ended, you were both in a sweaty mess of glee and tachycardia. You caught onto your breath, lifting yourself up as Aaron did the same.
The short performance lit the room brighter seeing the crew with a cheerful smile. The small crowd let out a few hoots and hollers. Laughing amongst each other, you shared a friendly high five before repositioning yourselves.
No way that just happened, you thought to yourself. You couldn't help but feel a slight edge of guilt.
He's married. Yeah, to a fucking groomer! Chill out. What, I'm right? Quit it. We didn't even do anything wrong. But the lyrics! Yes, very classic lyrics. It was just a song!
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"Alright! We're back," you exclaimed, hurrying besides the camera man as if nothing happened, crossing your arms while looking down at the screen, "Scene 3!"
Looking back up, a shirtless Aaron caught your gaze. You couldn't help but let your mind wander for a mere second. Keep it professional.
"Alright, we're gonna have a lil fun with this one," you suggested, directing the camera man's angle to a new position, "I want you to skip around and then hop like a ballerina, we're gonna do 3 takes, simultaneously, on my counts of 4 I want you to be as angelic as possible with your springs, different pose every bounce you leap. We're adding this into previous shots."
A cheeky plastered onto his face, "Yes boss!"
"Y/n!" You corrected, knowing he said that to slightly irritate you, "Alright, position! 5, 6, 7, 8!"
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Keeping the giggles inaudible, you laughed to yourself at his hops. You enjoyed how amused he was at your suggestions.
Two of your thumbs shot up in approval, "Marvelous!"
You re-examined the shots, "Alright, lightbulb," you snorted, gesturing a thought manifesting above your head, "Literally, light bulb this time," you called out.
A few of the crew members caught on and hurried around, changing the setting and backdrop, adding a chair to the middle and the dangling bulb above.
He stared at it with a goofy smirk, "You gonna have me serenade to the bulb now?" He called out.
"Close," you prepared to ramble, "Sit down, elicit a circle around the bulb with your neck only, keep the left shoulder negative and very slightly move your right shoulder, the bulb will glide over, don't flinch at the touch. It's supposed to happen. Treat it as a hand grazing over your shoulder, listen to my commands and it'll run smooth," you let out, slightly perturbed at his reaction, you realized you might've said it too fast.
"I can envision it. But not quite," he raised a curious brow, "You think you can act it out for me?"
A nervous wave hit you, but you refused to show it. After all, you were the coordinator and director. You were used to giving instructions, even if it was physically imitated by you. You mentally debated if he really needed to see a visual of it or if he sneakily wanted to see you do it. Don't flatter yourself, you gave outrageous instructions.
"Sure." You chimed.
He grinned, stepping out of the light and replacing your position next to the camera man.
You unbuttoned your cropped Calvin Klein denim jacket and modestly unbuttoned your jeans for the first cut, cueing the camera man to follow the template you wanted Aaron to mock.
Heading for the spotlight, you lowered yourself onto the chair, the co-coordinator calling out the numbers. A wave of confidence fluttered over you, filling your nerves with ease and assurance.
Head fluttered back, chest to the sky, you felt the light bulb caress your shoulders. You looked incredible. Your skin shined, revealing your aura. You felt it yourself, like you were on top of the world. Your beauty radiated, it was just you and your presence in the room, fully enjoying your peace of mind and comfort even though there was all eyes on you.
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Aaron couldn't help but feel a flustered and aroused lump in his throat, easing his way down to his core when he swallowed sharply. Your curves and beauties were accentuated in the spotlight. He was captivated by every atom you revealed you. Your confidence causing him to grow an intense attraction; he loved the way you knew you were beautiful and flaunted like an enchanting art piece.
"WOOOH!" The crew members beamed, clapping out in rejoice.
Snapping out of your daze, you stood up and buttoned back your top, walking back to your original position.
You caught sight of Aaron in his awe, almost speechless until he blurted, "I think the model was behind the scenes all along."
You couldn't help to blush a little but quickly reversed, resisting the urge to flirt back, "Yes you right there! You know what to do now?"
"Got it," he accepted the challenge with a few nods of his head and a smile. He set himself into place before you could say anything else.
"That's what I like to hear! Three... two... one, bulb left, coming behind, glide neck forrrward, left, slow rightt feel the bulb slide, right crank, YES!!!" You exclaimed, not being able to hide your excitement.
"Okay one more take and we'll move on!"
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If the camera man were to turn the lens on you, everyone would've sworn they saw stars and hearts swarming your eyes and above your head. You couldn't help but feel attracted to the model. How couldn't you? It was nearly impossible.
Quickly, you recollected yourself, shoving the thoughts away as everyone was waiting for your next command. You hoped to God that Aaron didn't notice anything suspicious with your paused and taken-aback mannerism.
"You were really feeling that bulb eh Thomas Edison?" you jokingly questioned, earning a laugh from the crew.
He slightly smirked, started with his lips to say something, but swallowed it back down as if he caught himself before blurting it out. You were curious what he wanted to say.
"Alright last take Johnson," you called out, "slow zoom out, freestyle pose, whatever you want. Make this one memorable for the camera!"
"5, 6, 7, 8!"
You paid close attention to his choice of positioning and pose. Your breath hitched as you noticed he was staring directly at you instead of the camera. It profoundly confused you, the room was slowly moving with the downlighting and time seemed to stop. He slid both his thumbs on the brim of his Calvin Klein boxers to the sides, intensely staring at you as he slowly bobbed his head. Almost like he was purposely seducing you. Was this on purpose? No. It can't be. He's just modeling. But why is he staring directly into me instead of the camera like he's supposed to?
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You looked away after scouting his V-line. You were getting lost in the view of him, he completely engulfed you, losing your train of thoughts and shutting you silent. He noticed it.
Swiftly snapping yourself back into reality, you called out, "Alright! That's a wrap y'all, great work!"
You hurried off the stool, heading for the dressing room and closing the door behind you. Reaching for the side of your temples, you rubbed it slowly, trying to snap yourself back fully into reality. He really did something to you with that one.
How horrible you felt at lacking professionalism. You were his director today, ease up.
Well at least I'm not grooming him ahaaa. Stop it!
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The next morning welcomed the sound of horns and pollution ridden chirps of birds. You headed for the kitchen of the penthouse apartment you owned in LA. You debated on making yourself a tea or coffee.
Ding.
Picking up your phone from the counter, you unlocked your phone.
(213-555-9810) 7:32am
Good morning Boss, was wondering if you had time to get a quick bite for dinner?
Your eyes rid open in shock. No way this is him? How the hell did he get my number? And a quick bite? What?
(You) 7:34am
Sorry, Who's this?
(213-555-9810) 7:35am
BBL Johnson.
You laughed at the reply but retorted in astonishment. Why is he texting?
(You) 7:40am
Morning, how'd you get my number?
(BBL Aaron) 7:41am
Oh you know, I asked Phil, the lovely camera man for it since you decided to leave suddenly.
Shit. You didn't think it was noticeable that you left so suddenly. Beforehand, you texted the co-coordinators, letting them know your car was about to get towed which is why you left so sudden. Couldn't come up with a better lie eh? Okay but they had to believe it. If you had said you became sick or got hit with a fever, they would've possibly joked that Aaron was the cause.
(You) 8:05am
Car was about to get towed for parking in the red.
Could never pass up dinner. Where at?
(BBL Aaron) 8:07am
Ah interesting parking choice.
You like Italian restaurants?
Taken by surprise, you wondered what the hell got into his mind to wanna talk business at a restaurant.
(You) 8:22am
A restaurant, in front of everyone? Are you aware of who you are sir
(BBL Aaron) 8:30am
Are you aware of who YOU are?😄
(You) 8:42am
don't be ridiculous.
(BBL Aaron) 8:48am
Does this mean I'm invited over to your place to talk business
Nearly choking on your sip of beverage, "WHAT?" You pondered for a good hour over it. Yet impulsively (not really impulsively. You loved the adrenaline) you decided to say fuck it.
(You) 10:05am
Sure. Why not. I make good Italian food
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wiping their kisses away … !
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> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader
> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread
> song recommendation: understand by keshi
> note: requests in the making !!!
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김 jiwoong.
you and jiwoong were walking along a scenic path, surrounded by lush greenery and colorful flowers. the warm sun shone down on you, and a light breeze carried the sweet fragrance of the nearby blooming cherry blossom trees. as you strolled along the path, jiwoong leaned in for a quick kiss. when your lips met, you jokingly wiped the kiss away with the back of your hand. “what, you don't like my kisses?” jiwoong asked, pretending to be hurt. “i don't want to get all sticky from your chapstick” you teased. jiwoong scoffed and playfully attacked your face with little pecks, making you giggle uncontrollably. you tried to dodge his kisses, but jiwoong was too quick. as you continued your playful battle of kisses, you suddenly stumbled and fell onto the grass, still wrapped in each other's embrace, but jiwoong wasn't done yet. he continued to pepper your face with kisses, making you squirm and giggle even more. eventually, he slowed down, lying next to you in the grass and catching his breath. “looks like i win,” your boyfriend said triumphantly, hovering over you with a mischievous glint in his eye. “are you sure?” you asked with a wide grin forming on your face. jiwoong laughed and leaned in for a kiss, but this time you eagerly met him halfway, your lips melting together in a sweet, passionate embrace. as you pulled away, jiwoong smiled down at you, “im pretty lucky to have you, you know?”
장 hao.
hao sat in his bedroom, his violin resting on his shoulder as he tried out a new piece he had been practicing. you sat beside him on the bed, watching him play with admiration. as he reached the climax of the piece, you couldn't resist teasing him. “you know, hao, for someone who plays the violin so beautifully, you look like a little kid concentrating on a video game.” hao couldn't help but grin at your comment. “hey now, im allowed to be serious about my music.” he replied, his fingers still expertly dancing across the strings. you leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek, but before you could pull away, hao caught your lips with his. you giggled and pulled away, wiping his kiss off with a playful smile. your boyfriend frowned at you, clearly annoyed. “what's the matter? you didn't like my kiss?” hao asked, his tone slightly hurt. you immediately realized your mistake and tried to reassure him. “no, no, of course i did. i just like to tease you sometimes.” you said, placing a hand on his arm. hao still looked upset, so you leaned in and placed a series of quick kisses all over his face, leaving little moles of affection behind. “is that better?” you asked, a playful grin on your face. hao's expression softened as he looked at you, his irritation melting away. “much better. im sorry, i just get a little sensitive about my playing sometimes.” he said, reaching out to take your hand, his violin long forgotten on the floor. your boyfriend leaned in and kissed you again, this time making sure to hold you close so you couldn't wipe it away. you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck, enjoying the feel of his lips on yours.
성 hanbin.
you and hanbin had decided to try couple yoga for the first time, hoping to strengthen your bond and have some fun together. you were both a little nervous but excited to give it a go. you had found a quiet spot in the park, with a soft grassy area perfect for your yoga mats. as you began the first pose, your boyfriend couldn't help but stare at your beautiful form. your lithe body moved gracefully as you stretched and twisted into position. you both giggled as you struggled to hold the poses, but your laughter only made the experience more enjoyable. as you moved into the next pose, your faces came dangerously close to each other. hanbin couldn't resist the temptation any longer and leaned in for a kiss. you, caught off guard, quickly wiped the kiss away and playfully scolded him. ”hey hanbin, we're supposed to be focusing on our yoga here” you teased. hanbin pretended to be offended and jokingly pushed you, causing you to fall right on top of him. as you landed on his chest, he wrapped his arms around you and began attacking your whole body in kisses. he started with your hands, making his way up to your face. you couldn't help but laugh and squirm under his ticklish touches, but eventually, you pushed him away and stood up. ”you done?” you said still giggling. hanbin got up and hugged you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "for now, but im definitely doing that again.”
석 matthew.
you and matthew had decided to spend the evening cooking dinner together in your cozy apartment. as you diced vegetables and stirred pots on the stove, you chatted about your day and laughed at each other's jokes. the smell of garlic and onions filled the air, and the sound of sizzling filled your ears. matthew couldn't help but feel a surge of love for you as he watched you move around the kitchen with ease, your hair falling in loose waves around your face. your boyfriend decided that this was the perfect moment to try and steal a kiss. as you stirred a pot on the stove, matthew snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “you know what's missing?” he said, leaning in for a kiss. you giggled and playfully wiped his kiss away with the back of your hand. “not right now, matthew.” your boyfriend couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, but he didn't let it show. “okay, okay. but later?” he asked, a hopeful tone in his voice. you smiled and turned around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “we'll see,” you said, planting a quick peck on his lips before returning to your cooking. as the evening went on, you continued to cook together, sharing stories and sipping wine. the smells of your dinner wafted through the apartment, making your stomachs growl in anticipation. finally, the meal was ready, and you sat down at the table to enjoy it together. the food was delicious, and you savored each bite, enjoying the fruits of your labor. as you finished your meal and cleared the table, matthew couldn't help but think about the kiss he had missed out on earlier. he decided to try one more time. he walked up to you and took your hand, pulling you close. “(y/n), i know we're busy and we have a lot to do, but I just can't help myself. i need to kiss you.”
김 taerae.
taerae had been practicing his vocals for hours, his voice echoing through the empty studio. you had been patiently waiting for him to finish so you could go out and enjoy the rest of your day together. as taerae finished his last note, he turned to you with a smile on his face. “okay, I'm ready to go now,” he said, reaching out to take your hand. but before he could lead you out of the studio, he leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the lips. you wiped his kiss away with your hand, giggling. taerae's smile faded and he looked at you, pretending to be offended. “what was that for?” your boyfriend asked, his voice laced with mock hurt. you laughed and shrugged. “i don't know. i just felt like it,” you said, your eyes sparkling. taerae couldn't stay mad at you for long, and he quickly regained his good humor. “well, fine then. be that way,” he said, crossing his arms, a pout forming on his face. you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. “don't be like that, taerae. you know i love you,” you said, kissing him on the cheek. taerae's pout melted away, and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. “i love you too," he said, his voice low and full of emotion. you stood there for a moment, lost in each other's embrace, the only sound in the room being the beating of your hearts. finally, you pulled away, ready to go out and enjoy the rest of your day together. as you walked out of the studio hand in hand, taerae couldn't help but feel grateful for you and the love you shared.
리키 ricky.
it was a beautiful spring afternoon, you and were lounging on a cozy blanket in a nearby park. the sky was clear, and the sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on your faces. as you cuddled, ricky couldn't help but steal a quick kiss from you. you wiped it away, but ricky wasn't deterred. he attacked your face with a flurry of kisses, leaving chapstick marks all over. you laughed and pushed him away, but you couldn't help but smile at your boyfriends playful antics. “ricky, what are you doing?” you laughed. ricky grinned mischievously. “im just giving you some love, babe. you know you love it,” he teased. you rolled your eyes but snuggled closer to him. “i do love it, but now i have your chapstick all over my face,” you said, trying to wipe the marks off. ricky chuckled and leaned in to kiss your cheek, his lips leaving a fresh mark. “there, now you have even more love on your face,” he said with a grin. you shook your head but couldn't help but smile. “you're so stupid, ricky.” you said, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the lips. ricky wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. “i love you, you know that?” he said, his voice soft and sincere. you snuggled into his chest, feeling content and loved. “i love you too, ricky. you make me so happy,” you said, looking up at him with adoration. your boyfriend kissed the top of your head, feeling grateful for the beautiful day and the beautiful girl in his arms. as you continued to cuddle and bask in the warmth of the sun, ricky couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man in the world.
김 gyuvin.
you and your boyfriend were cuddled up on the couch, each engrossed in your favorite video game. you had been playing for hours, your fingers rapidly pressing buttons as you battled through challenging levels. gyuvin was starting to get frustrated with the game, his character repeatedly dying as he struggled to beat a difficult boss. he let out a groan of annoyance, feeling his tension rising. you noticed his frustration and scooted closer to him, wrapping your arm around his shoulder. “it's just a game. don't get too worked up,” you said soothingly. gyuvin nodded, trying to calm himself down. he leaned his head against yours, feeling your warmth and comfort. “i know. its just so frustrating,” he muttered. you smiled sympathetically and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “i believe in you, gyuvin. youll get through this level,” you said encouragingly. your boyfriend turned his head and captured your lips in a gentle kiss, hoping to ease his frustration with a little bit of affection. but you wiped away the kiss, giggling. “hey, no kissing during the game. youll make me lose my focus,” you teased. gyuvin pouted, feeling a little disappointed. “but I just wanted to show you some love," he said, trying to steal another kiss. you pushed him away playfully, still giggling. “save it for after we beat this boss, okay? we need to focus,” you said, determined to help him through the game. gyuvin grinned, feeling grateful for your support and understanding. he leaned in to give you a quick peck on the cheek before returning his attention to the game. as you continued to play, his frustration began to subside, replaced with a sense of determination. he knew he could beat this level with you by his side, cheering him on. as you finally defeated the boss, your victory was all the sweeter for having been achieved together. you high-fived each other, feeling a sense of accomplishment and closeness that only comes from sharing a challenging experience. gyuvin leaned in to kiss you again, this time earning a delighted giggle instead of a playful swipe. you cuddled up once more, content in each other's arms and in the knowledge that you made a great team, both in gaming and in love.
박 gunwook.
gunwook had always been a skilled dancer, and he loved nothing more than sharing his passion with you. as you stood in the spacious studio, the sun streaming in through the windows, gunwook gently guided you through the steps of a complicated routine. you were a little clumsy at first, your feet tripping over themselves as you struggled to keep up. but gunwook was patient and encouraging, his warm smile and gentle touch helping you to find your rhythm. as you moved together, your bodies in perfect sync, gunwook couldn't resist stealing a quick kiss from you. you giggled and jokingly wiped the kiss away, teasing him. “no kissing during dance practice. youll throw off my balance,” you joked, winking at him. your boyfriend laughed, feeling a little embarrassed. “sorry, sorry. i couldn't help myself. you just looked so beautiful,” he said, feeling his cheeks heat up. you grinned, feeling a rush of affection for him. “i know, but we have work to do. lets get back to it,” you said, pulling him back into the dance. gunwook felt grateful for your understanding and support. he loved that you shared his passion for dance and that you could bond over something so beautiful and expressive. as you continued to dance, your movements growing more fluid and natural, your boyfriend found himself admiring your grace and skill. you were a quick learner, your body moving with a natural ease that took his breath away. as you finished the routine, collapsing into each other's arms with a sense of triumph, gunwook couldn't resist stealing another kiss. this time, you laughed and playfully wiped it away, but he could tell that you were secretly pleased. as you left the studio, your bodies humming with energy and excitement, gunwook felt a deep sense of connection and love for you. he knew that you had a special bond, one that went beyond dance and touched the very core of your beings.
한 yujin.
you and yujin had a small disagreement earlier in the day, but you were determined to make things right. you were sitting on the couch in his dorm, your legs draped over his lap as you held a makeup kit in your hands. “come on, yujin, let me put some makeup on you. it‘ll be fun,” you said, grinning. yujin raised an eyebrow, looking skeptical. “makeup? i don't know about that. what if i look ridiculous?” you shook your head. “you won't look ridiculous. i promise. just trust me,” you said, reaching over to grab his face and turn it towards you. as you began to apply some lipstick to his lips, yujin couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious. he’d never worn makeup before, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. but as he looked into your eyes, he felt a sense of warmth and affection wash over him. you were so beautiful, and he loved the way you were trying to make him feel special. as you finished painting his lips, yujin couldn't resist leaning in for a kiss. he pressed his lips against yours, feeling a surge of desire course through his body. but you wiped the kiss away, smiling. “no smudging the lipstick. you look too good to mess it up,” you said, grinning. yujin chuckled, feeling a little embarrassed. “i couldn't help myself. you just look so beautiful,” he said, reaching out to cup your face in his hands. you smiled, feeling a rush of affection for him. “let's finish this makeup session first. i want to see how you look when im done,” you said, picking up a brush and beginning to apply some eyeliner. as you worked on his eyes, yujin began to relax, enjoying the feeling of your hands on his face. he couldn't help but feel grateful for your love and support, and he knew that he was lucky to have you in his life. when you were finished, you turned him towards the mirror, smiling. “there. what do you think?” yujin looked at himself in the mirror, feeling a little self-conscious at first, but as he studied his reflection, he couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise and admiration. he looked… good. different, but good. “you know what? i like it. i look... cool,” he said, a smile creeping on his face. you laughed, feeling a sense of pride. “see? i told you. you look amazing,” you said, winking at him. yujin laughed, feeling a sense of lightness and joy. he knew that you still had some things to work out, but for now, he was content to just be with you, enjoying this moment of love and playfulness.
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Something silly I wrote last year and found in my drafts. It's incomplete and kind of pointless, but as I relate to the version of events I have in my head, I felt somewhat compelled.
Monaco Grand Prix, June 28th
He had gotten beyond wasted in Monaco last year when they'd fought about something, something stupid, and the videos of him obliterated had only made her more mad. Charles and Charlotte had fought too, and the girls had gone off together, had a sleepover and didn't answer their phones. This year, Isa couldn't make it, but he'd fucked up again and was spotted out with a Brazilian model, a friend of Kika's. That was the end of it, for Isa.
The Monaco curse was real, he surmised grimly.
Blanca's Wedding, July 9th
It took him a minute to place the familiar melody, but he recognized it from that movie Isa and his sister liked so much, the Audrey Hepburn one.
"Lando," he smacked his friend who sat next to him, "Lando do me a favor."
"Get your own drink," the younger man pulled a face, but Carlos shook his head.
"Go ask her to dance," he said, "She likes this song, it'll make her happy."
"Ask who to dance?" Lando questioned, before following Carlos' glance, "Oh."
"It's Breakfast at Tiffany's," he said, remembering the title of the movie.
"You go ask her," he nudged his shoulder, "I'm sure she'd rather dance with you, mate."
"I don't think so," he shrugged, but across the room Isa was chewing on her lip and he was standing before he could stop himself.
"Would you like to?" he extended a hand to her, and she accepted it with a small smile.
"What will your date think?" she questioned.
"Lando?" Carlos cocked an eyebrow playfully. Like this, he could talk to her, "He'll be okay."
"You didn't bring anyone?" she asked, but he shook his head sharply, "It wouldn't have been right, after I asked you to be here."
She snuck a glance at him. God he was gorgeous, but that had never been their problem.
"I'm glad you came," he said softly.
"I came for Blanca," she replied resolutely. Her other friends had thought she was crazy, but she really did come for her, and not for him.
"Thank you for being so graceful with the media," he slurred his words slightly, "I know I don’t deserve it."
She'd entered through a side entrance at both the church and the reception, so that no one would spot her coming in and distract from the bride.
"It's not for the public to know," she gave another small smile, "I didn't date you for that reason, and I won't use it against you, now."
"I'm glad you came tonight," he said. He'd said it a number of times to her already that evening.
"I'm happy to be here," she emphasized, "For Blanca."
Isa was a strong girl, but there was only so much she could take. She'd thought she was going to marry this man, and now that they're broken up she's putting an end to that dream, but his constant closeness to her, his hand ghosting over her arm as if he can't help himself, the way he leans in a little too close when he wants to speak. She'd planned on avoiding him all night. Not to make a scene or anything- just to steer clear of him. It should've been easy, she knew other people here, but it was like a magnet kept pulling them together and she wasn't sure how much longer she could resist the pull.
"I thought it was going to be us next," he slurred his words. Caco tried to drag him away from her, but drunk or not, he stood his ground.
"Me too," she replied honestly, "but life doesn't always work out the way you expect it."
"I'm sorry about Monaco," he said, avoiding the actual root of the issue, "It'll never happen again, you have to believe me."
"Carlos," she said it almost like a reprimand, chastising, before sighing, "Think of your sisters. If someone did that to Ana or Blanca, would you want them to still marry him?"
She knew she'd gotten him then. Although he was a little more than a year younger than Blanca, he was very protective over both his sisters, and would never allow them to be with someone that disrespected them as he had.
His face fell as he realized her point. He'd truly planned on marrying her, and it hadn't occurred to him that there'd be a scenario where they didn't end up together. Sometimes on the road, traveling all the time, at these sorts of parties- things happen. Everyone involved in F1 knows, things happen, but it didn't mean he didn't- doesn't still- love her.
Singapore Grand Prix, September 17th
Caco tapped his cousin, a phone clutched against his chest, "It's Isa."
"Why'd she call you?" he furrowed his brow.
"She wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to her," he replied with a shrug. Carlos' jaw ticked and he took the phone, moving away from the group for some privacy.
"Isabel?" he said, "Everything good?"
"I just wanted to say congratulations," her voice was lower than usual, which is saying something for his normally soft spoken ex, "That was genius strategy, with the DRS."
"You're just happy it got Lando P2," he teased. She'd always gotten along well with his former teammate, more so than Charles, even.
"That, too," he imagined she cracked a smile, "Well, that's all I wanted to say. I'm sure you have to get back to the celebration. Drink water- it's hot there."
Trust Isa to be looking after him, even now.
"I will," he promised, "And thank you- for calling. It means a lot."
"Of course," she said. There was a pause and he could tell she had more to say, so he prompted her, "What is it?"
"They're calling her your lucky charm," her voice cracked and he felt a clutch in his chest. He hated that he was still making her cry.
"Isa," he sighed, "They say all kinds of things."
"Do you believe it?" she questioned.
"I thought you said we make our own luck," he countered. She had said that- every time he'd called her his lucky charm, in the past.
"Well, you have been great since summer break," she insisted.
"Isa," he sighed again, "How did I win?"
"Qualifying well, driving smart, and giving Lando DRS," she summarized.
"There," he made an agreeable sort of grunt, "So if anyone is the lucky charm, it is Lando, okay?"
He always knew what to say- a Smooth Operator indeed, "Fair enough. Anyway, I didn't call for all this- you should be celebrating."
"Have a drink for me, huh?" he asked.
"I doubt you'll need my help," she laughed, "Congratulations again, and to Lando, too. You finally did it. P1-P2, like you always said."
"I'll tell him you say hello," he assured her.
"Do that," she smiled, "Bye Carlos."
"Good bye," he returned, waiting for her to hang up first, in case she had anything to add. He felt he had to treat her especially carefully now with this whole Rebecca business, because he didn't want to hurt her after she'd been such a good sport about everything.
When he got back to the group Rebecca pulled his arm over her shoulder, leaning into his chest. A minute ago that would've been fine, but now he was conscious of every phone, and therefore camera, that was pointed his way. When Lando called him over, he was glad for the excuse to step away.
Austin Grand Prix, October 22nd
The rumors were admittedly silly, but they were gaining traction. Even other drivers on the grid were joking with him and Esteban, asking which one of them were the baby daddy. Half out of courtesy, half because he was glad to have an excuse to talk to her again, Carlos called Isa.
He made sure to call at a time he thought she'd be by her phone, but not with her friends, Lord knows what those women thought about him, and he was hurt when the call went straight to voicemail.
Does she think it is true? he thought to himself, What other reason would she have to ignore my call?
He was relieved when a few minutes later she called him back, and when he picked up he heard music in the background, so he assumed she'd walked away from a group, knowing as he did that this conversation was best kept private.
"I hear congratulations are in order," she said icily, and he gnawed his lip, disappointed.
"Isa," he struggled to keep his voice even, "Isa, you know it isn't true. I wouldn't- I could never do that to you."
"I should know you couldn't?" she repeated, her tone unchanged, "Really, Carlos, that's your argument?"
His heart clenched, "Okay, then this- would I abandon a child? Even if it meant losing you?"
She was quiet and he knew she knew he had a point there. He wasn't a bad man, he'd made one- albeit gigantic- mistake, but overall she knew his heart was in the right place.
"I didn't think it was true," she said honestly, because she hadn't, not really, but it hurt to hear the rumors again. She had thought by stepping away from him she'd be out of that particular spotlight, but it seemed that wasn't the case.
"Are you sure?" he smiled despite the situation, and she confirmed, "Your father would have your head if it were true. No, forget your father- your mother."
"You're right about that," he chuckled, "You should've heard the phone call I got when this all started."
"I believe it," she wasn't so cold now, "Thank you for calling, anyway, I appreciate it."
"Of course," he said, "I owe you at least that."
"You don't owe me anything," she told him, and she meant it, too, "You've been a wonderful ex boyfriend, Carlos."
"Better than I was a boyfriend?" he asked and was met with a sharp intake of breath. He regretted the question immediately.
After a moment of careful consideration, she spoke quietly, "You were a great boyfriend, and I hope, one day, to call you a great friend. For now, I have to go, though. Thank you again for calling."
"I'm sorry, Isa," he said, "That was stu-"
The phone clicked.
Las Vegas Grand Prix, November 19th
After the disastrous race, Caco pulled him aside for some more good news- to let him know that Rebecca was pissed.
"What happened?" he asked. As far as he'd known she and Alex were enjoying themselves. His mother and sisters weren't as taken with the Scot as they'd been with Isa, but Charles' new girlfriend was forming an alliance with the older girl. Even that, though was compared to the friendship Isa had had with Cha.
"She was standing next to me when Lando crashed in lap four," his cousin explained, "And she saw Isa texted me."
"Why would Isa text you?" his head shot up.
"Relax, Primo," he said, "She was asking about Lando, that's all."
"She was watching?" he questioned, and Caco shrugged, "She watches a lot of races, I'm sure."
"Oh, you're sure?" Carlos' eyebrows raised, "Why, does she text you a lot?"
"Only when it looks like there's a bad crash," Caco answered honestly, and he saw a flash of something in his eyes that was not good.
"Did she text you after my crash?" he asked, and Caco frowned. His cousin had always been a bit of a sore loser, yes, but not a sore winner. He had Rebecca, why should he ask about Isa?
"To be fair," Caco pursed his lips slightly, "I don't think she watches Free Practice. And you were fine right away, anyway."
Carlos' nostrils flared, but he didn't respond. After a moment, he took a breath and said, "I'd better go find Rebecca."
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They Called Her Mania
Part 3/?
Masterlist
Doom Slayer/ OC (Mania)
Pairing: M/F
Rating: Explicit (NSFW)
Warnings: horny filth, size kink, oral (f-recieving), some dom/sub dynamics, but both are switches.
For @ninjarose23 because you were kind enough to comment on my last chapter.
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-X-
It was unfortunate what he found on the other side of the gate. There was minimal demon resistance. Apparently it actually took a bit longer for a place to fill back up after he'd cleared it.
He procured his helmet, and he found the sweater that Mania had left behind. However, her twig was in a less than ideal condition.
It had completely snapped in half; probably the result of a larger demon stepping on it. More unfortunate that the demon hadn't at least gotten stuck in the foot with the nails, but the bat was not in any state to be repaired.
He would definitely have to find her a new weapon. Mania had said she was near-sighted. Which meant the majority of guns would be out of the picture. Not to mention, she was also nearly half his size, so any of the wide-range, heavy weapons were also not viable. Though there was definitely one gun she would probably thrive with: shotgun.
It wasn't a good idea to try to hit a demon with a shotgun at long range anyway. But a sawed-off barrel and a melee weapon would be right up her alley. It was absolutely stunning to see her work with a melee weapon.
Small, soft, Mania, that could kill anything she came across, and leave him begging just to let him touch her. The thought of holding her came back full swing, only now he wished he'd ignored Vega, and pinned her to the workbench just to see how much of her fantasy she'd let him get to before stopping him.
"Your heart rate has risen with no exterior motivation, and I am reading a spike in testosterone." Vega commented.
There was never a time he wished he could smack Vega before, but he was coming dangerously close to it. "I'm heading back."
The portal opened, and he stepped back into the threshold of the Fortress. Mania was nowhere to be seen. He headed back to his workshop, taking off the armor, and leaving the retrieved items there, while he went off to take a shower.
He didn't know how many hours he'd been awake at this point, but Vega hadn't mentioned that he was nearing the edge of his sleep schedule, so he would continue on for now.
Mania was still absent, and she didn't come to the workshop. He knew she'd talk to him when she was ready. But he couldn't pressure her into saying or doing anything. He certainly couldn't pressure her into trusting him.
The slight burnout from working tirelessly on his armor repairs was getting to him, though. Vega would have to run a diagnostic on his armor, anyway. Instead of burning himself out further, he took a book off the shelf and left to rest in his room.
Surprise came when Mania was waiting for him outside the bedroom. She looked frozen in place, struggling to say anything at all. He just opened the door, and let her step inside first.
It took her only a moment to be sure of her choice and take his invitation. "Umm… your room is bigger than mine."
"The Fortress was a command center. This was supposed to be a general's room, but yours was a vice commander's." He explained. She looked around at his excuse of decor. Most of it was just guitars, shelves of vinyl records and video games, and old Metal band posters.
"Well, you certainly found your niche." She chuckled, though the silence he left open made it awkward, and it was getting to her. "I- I'm sorry I freaked out on you. I- I just… you've been nothing but kind to me, but I still- … you didn't deserve that, and you-"
"I'm not angry at you." He interrupted her rambling. He went to sit down on his bed, leaving enough room for her to do the same if she wanted. "You got scared. It happens." He said, "The least I could do is trust you with my name."
She pulled his tags out of her pocket, undoing the small tangle. "Flynn B. Taggart." She read off. "I figured you were probably a marine. I knew a few that worked at the shop and you remind me a bit of them the way you carry yourself. At least it's not the same as army guys."
"Figures nothing much had changed in the hundred years I was gone." He chuckled.
"Well, I find military guys are creatures of habit." She remembered. "Even you have your habits."
A teasing smile spread across his face. "Oh, you've been looking into my habits now."
"Not on purpose" She defended, sitting down on the bed with him. "You're just really obvious."
"I am not-"
"You have terrible posture when you're around the Fortress," She began, "but every time I walk into the room, you straighten right the fuck up."
"Alright, you found one habit-"
"You also bite your tongue when you're concentrating." She pointed out.
"I- " she was right.
"You also crack your knuckles like I do." She listed, "And when you zone out while working, you hum the tunes of Metallica songs. And those are just small habits. Imagine what I could find in a month or even a year." She added.
"And what makes you so good at finding my habits?" He asked.
"Well, being a little scared of you made me try to analyze the hell out of you." She shrugged. "But most of it is because you are very difficult to ignore."
"Oh? And why's that?" He smiled.
"Well, you're absolutely massive, I'll start with that." She teased, barely managing to hide her snickering.
"Really? Maybe you're just small."
"I am quite tall for someone of my profile, thank you very much!" She feigned offense, and still laughed.
"Then why are you so easy to pick up?"
"Flynn!" She laughed as he wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her, only to plop her back down on the soft mattress.
"What else?" He asked, holding himself up so he didn't fall on her.
"Well, you certainly aren't difficult to look at." She chuckled, looking up at him, pink dusting her cheeks. "Makes it a little easier to pick up on things when I'm looking at you anyway."
"Mania-"
"Tara."
He actually felt his heart leap at her correction.
"M-My name is Tara Callaghan." She said softly.
Tara. It was a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. It wasn't riddled with distrust, or something a demon would ever say. It was hers.
"Tara." He repeated. He was close enough to her, that he could hear her take a fast breath in and out, and he could even see her pupils dilate, even as her eyelashes fluttered. "I like that name."
The rise and fall of her chest became more sporadic as she glanced around his face for some clue, anything that could give her a hint as to what was going on in his head at that moment.
Flynn himself wasn't fairing much better. Just the fact he was paying such close attention to her eyes, and her breathing told him enough. He wasn't searching for anything as he glanced around her face. He simply admired her.
Tara's hair fell around the pillow like a dark halo. Green eyes still looked around to solve the puzzle that was Flynn Taggart. While her face usually held an array of freckles and spots, each one was disappearing in the low light, the redder her face became. Her mouth opened as though to say something, but it was like she was still pulling the syllables out of her brain while Flynn's grip on her side tightened the more he thought of what he wanted to do to her. It took everything in him to not give in, but the thought of scaring her away was more terrifying than any demon he's faced.
"Flynn." She said it almost like a warning, but it came out mostly like a plea.
I'm fucked.
"Tara?" She had much clearer attention on listening to him now. "May I kiss you-"She didn't wait a second to let him finish asking before she'd grabbed the sides of his face and claimed the kiss for herself.
Flynn also figured he wouldn't waste time, and kissed her back with the same eagerness she'd attacked him with. She really did kiss like she meant to fight him; some personal inner rampage they'd both been holding back, only for her to draw it out of him when he was trying to keep it under control.
He let his hand leave her side, running it up her stomach and chest, and taking her face in his hand, forcibly slowing her down a tad. She couldn't stop the way she whined, as his pace slowed.
Flynn was effectively holding her down, and making her take it slower. It wasn't easy to get her buzzing excitement to turn to a deliberate pace, but he wasn't budging. Tara's frantic pursuit gave in to her need to show him she could be good. At least this time. She could let him take the lead, and not have to prove she was too strong to be taken care of.
She didn't want to be too strong for this; Flynn was a weakness she wanted to accept. But when his fingers trace her jaw like feathers, he wasn't a weakness, but a carer. Tara could be vulnerable, and Flynn would touch her like he knew just how raw she was under her shell she just abandoned.
He pulled his lips away from hers, and moved from his spot on the bed. He got up on his knees, and easily pulled Tara's legs open to let him sit between them. He leaned over her, tracing touches up her ribs, and kissed the soft spot of her pulse on her neck, feeling just how rapid the rhythm was that made her mind rush. More kisses to her neck made her whimper, and tense for only a second at a time.
"Tara." He rasped. "Do you want me to stop?"
"Please don't." She breathed out. "Please, don't stop, Flynn." It stirred something in him the way she begged him to keep going. It was like he'd been waiting years to hear her say that.
Despite his teasing, he knew he was quite intimidating, especially now that he could see his hands in intimate comparison to her body. Flynn's hand covered from just under her ribcage, to dangerously close to her hip bone.
Flynn also knew his strength. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, or worse, scare her. He tried to keep all of this in mind as he let himself sneak a hand under the tank top she wore. "Still alright?"
"Yes- please just-" Her words died out in the moan as he slipped his hand under her bra and easily palmed her and pinched a nipple. "-Fuck.."
She took the opportunity to lift her whole top over her head, leaving her bare chest beneath him. He was about to enjoy what he had, but her fingers in his short hair, pulling gently stopped him. "Your turn first." She commanded.
Flynn didn't even let himself think over it before his shirt was on the floor. Anything to enjoy the half naked blessing under him.
She moaned and gasped as he gave small pinches to her exposed chest. Flynn let himself indulge in putting a hard nipple in his mouth, and letting Tara scratch at his scalp, being unable to get a grip on his short hair.
His short hair became more of an inconvenience to her as he made his way lower, making quick work of her shorts, exposing her wet, dripping, pussy.
However, he didn't let Tara off easy. Flynn took his time, giving soft kisses to her thighs, still playing it safe and not biting. He couldn't wait to hear her come completely undone at the mercy of his tongue, but he wanted to hear her ask for it.
"What do you want, Tara?" He asked, confidently, knowing she would struggle with her request.
"Mmm- you know~" It was like music to hear the strain in her voice, trying to get the words past moans and heavy breathing.
"I'm not sure I do know." He placed a kiss so close to her throbbing clit that she almost felt like punching him, but all she could manage was a weak attempt at pushing his head where she wanted it. They both knew that her strength was nowhere near enough to make him do anything he wasn't already planning on doing. "Use your words, Tara."
"I- I- please, Flynn- just-" Tara whined at him.
He's barely touched her and she's falling apart. "Please what?"
"Please- fuck- make me cum on your tongue." She broke.
That's all he really wanted to hear. "Well when you ask so nicely."
His tongue licked from her hole to clit before he sucked hard enough for her to see stars. Not even ten seconds in and she could feel the tension building up in her core. Flynn didn't slow at any point, despite how she clawed and attempted to pull at his hair, or how her soft thighs squeezed around his head.
What was simultaneously the worst and best of how he circled his tongue around her clit, was that she couldn't pull him away, or push him down. Flynn locked his arms around her hips, and no matter how much she struggled, there was no moving against him unless he wanted her to.
"Fuck! Flynn, I'm- I'm gonna-" she completely fell apart as her thighs tightened around his head and she all but screamed out.
Flynn savored how she spasmed around his tongue before he got up to take a look at her. Tara's chest rose and fell at an unsteady pace, slowing ever so slightly as she came down from her high.
She sat up, and accepted his kiss as he came up also. Tara could taste herself on him, but she didn't really care. She also placed kisses on Flynn's jaw and throat as he removed the rest of his clothes. Though, Tara had no intentions of letting him stay in charge.
The second he was slightly off balance, Tara gripped him and flipped him under her.
"Fuck- Tara!" He groaned out as she grinded down on him.
"I think it's my turn." Tara chuckled as she looked over his form under her. Many on Earth saw him as a god. Many more in hell imagined him as a titan or a legend. There certainly was some sort of power trip that was not wasted on Tara as the thought of holding a god beneath her went through her mind.
Though as of now, he wasn't The Slayer. He wasn't a god, a titan or a legend. Flynn was just a man. A man she trusted and wanted to get absolutely ruined by, but still just a man.
Tara moved on top of him, dragging a massive, twitching, cock up and down her dripping pussy. Flynn was clearly trying to control himself by holding onto the outside of her thighs, but she could tell he was slowly losing it with how his fingers dug into her flesh, and would probably leave little bruises.
"-Tara, please."
Suddenly his desire to hear her beg for him to make her cum was understood. "Please what?"
She could tell when he realized the script was flipped on him. Once at breakfast, again at the scanner rig, and now while she kept his release just out of reach until he asked her for it. He always kept away from eye contact before eventually coming to terms with how he'd been bested.
It was quite entertaining to watch his face while his mind blanked of all coherent sentences while she felt down his chest. "I'm not moving until you tell me what you want."
"Make me cum." It was almost like he was angry with himself that it took him so long to form the words. "Please."
"I'll take that." Tara smiled, finally sinking down on his thick cock. It was difficult to take him. When he finally bottomed out, she had to stop for a moment to adjust to the size of him. Tara might need to admit she was a little too ambitious, but she was eventually able to move, lifting her hips and falling down again, earning a soft groan from Flynn.
He could tell she was struggling, but it didn't bother him. Instead, he sat up, and wrapped strong arms tightly around her waist and hips. He started lifting her and moving with a slow, deliberately rough, pace, as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Tara was seeing stars. Her arms wrapped around his neck, losing grip on her self control every time he hit that one spot. As her second orgasm built up, Flynn's thrusts became quicker and sporadic, like he was more desperate to feel every inch of her.
He began mumbling low assurances into her neck as she cried with how rough he became. "You're beautiful. It's ok, you're doing so good. You feel so good. It's ok." Flynn gave small kisses to her pulse and throat in between sweet words.
"S' so much."
"You can take it. It's ok." He assured her again. The rough pace, with soft words sent her over the edge, and he was followed soon after.
Neither of them moved while coming down from the high. Neither wanting to let go and have to process anything else for a while other than being wrapped up in each other's arms.
When they did move, he was hesitant to let her touch leave him. Tara noticed, and gave a soft smile. "I'm not about to disappear, Flynn."
He hummed in response. "Still don't want you to go."
She couldn't help but giggle. "Then come with me to the shower." That sounded like a good idea.
The two of them got cleaned up, though the whole time, he still didn't let her leave his touch for more than a few seconds at a time. Somehow, Tara didn't mind. If anything, she also seemed to not want to leave his touch for any longer than she had to.
Flynn didn't ask her to stay, but she didn't leave. They both seemed to agree it was too hard to separate for the night. Well, at least to sleep, since it was always night in space. Regardless of the hour, it was the easiest Flynn had gotten to sleep in years.
-Tara-
She was the first to wake up, though he had wrapped an arm around her waist, and rested his head on her chest. He was heavy, so Tara definitely wasn't going anywhere any time soon, but she also didn't really want to. Honestly, his weight was more comforting than awkward.
Flynn stirred slightly as she absentmindedly guided gentle fingers through short hair. Somehow it wasn't strange to see him like this. Like he wasn't worried about anything. His forehead where his brows were always scrunched together was softened and his breath was steady and slow.
Tara had certainly never seen him like this before, yet didn't feel new at all. Like he'd always meant to be this soft, but just couldn't while he was burdened with consciousness. While there was always something to be worried or angry about.
Ever so slowly, he became more aware of the waking world. Not that he seemed all that happy about it, but the way he stiffened, and tightened his hold on her waist told Tara that he was definitely awake. "Good morning, love. You look like you slept well."
"Why'd I have t' fuckin wake up then?" His groggy morning voice, paired with how low his voice already was, made it sound like a lion was arguing instead of Flynn. He was many things, but a morning person was not one of them.
"Because as fun as last night was, we still have shit to do."
"Why do I even wanna get shit done?"
Sure, she'd pull the card. "Because if you wanna repeat last night, then we gotta do shit."
Flynn rolled over and sat up as quickly as he could given that he had less than enough brain function to do so. "Fine, I'll get shit done."
"That's what I thought." Tara chuckled, placing a brief kiss on his cheek. She got up and stretched, earning a few satisfactory pops from her back and shoulders. "Did you find my twig yesterday?"
Flynn's expression changed from tired to slightly guilty. "Yeah, about that. Twig didn't make it back from Lima in one piece."
That sucked. "How bad is it?"
"Completely snapped in two. That baron probably stepped on it." He said, "But I did bring it back. Even as busted as it is."
That hurt a bit, but it was just a baseball bat with nails in it. Something like this was bound to happen eventually, it was just unfortunate that it was now, when usable weapons were few and far between. "Thanks for bringing it back anyway. What am I supposed to use for a weapon now?"
"Vega and I are working on something." Flynn promised as he got up. "Along with trying to find something to get you a little more armored in the field."
"You know I need to be a little more mobile than you."
"We can handle it. Don't worry. We won't send you into a fight with something that'll get you killed." He offered. "In the meantime – you know how to use a sawed-off shotgun?"
Tara eyed him suspiciously. "If it weren't the end of the world, I'd call you a cop. But yeah, I have some experience."
Flynn nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. He turned his back to her as he lifted his sleep shirt off, revealing quite the array of red scratches that she had left The night before. "Then you'll do fine. See you in the shop?"
"Definitely." She chirped awkwardly, turning on her heel and moving on light feet from the door.
"Hey, I want that T-shirt back!" He yelled after her.
"No 'ya don't!" Tara head him laugh in the distance
-Flynn-
The workshop was exactly how he'd left it, which was always a good sign. Though, he had a feeling today would be long before Vega became a pain in the ass.
"Enjoy your night?" The AI asked.
"Yes I did, smartass, thanks for asking."
"I, for one, thought you would kill each other a week ago."
"Well, we didn't."
"Even still, it only took you three weeks, one day, fourteen hours, and sixteen minutes to decide to sleep with her instead."
"That long!?" Tara joined them. "Damn, I must be losing my touch."
"For Tara, it only took two weeks, three days, two hours, and eleven minutes to decide to sleep with you. Which happened only an hour after deciding she wouldn't have to kill you."
"Fuck yea, it did."
Flynn was struggling to keep up. "What the hell is happening?"
"Either being horny is a competition now, or we're getting slut-shamed by a robot."
"I mean no offense."
"Then we're competing, I guess." She deduced. "And I'm winning."
That was something he could understand. "Then you won't be for long."
Tara bounced her head from side to side in thought. "Nah, I don't think I'll fall behind."
"That sounds like a challenge." He teased.
A mischievous grin spread across her cheeks. "If you can surprise me by the next mission then…"
"I get to be on top." He supplied surprisingly quickly.
"Fine. I'm only agreeing because I don't think you will." She said, "And if you can't, then I get-" she looked around the workshop until her eyes landed on the weapon rack. "Then I get to shoot the Gauss Cannon at a Girl's Night."
"Deal."
"You gonna take a swing, or are you gonna wait until I least suspect it?" Tara laughed.
"I know exactly what will surprise the hell out of you, and I don't need to be subtle to do it." Flynn let himself drift closer to her.
"Oh? Care to enlighten me?" She took another step closer to him and gently pulled on his belt with a smirk.
He towered over her. He knew how big he was, and Tara seemed to be completely unfaltered by it. Hell, she was attracted to it. "No."
She laughed as he stepped back and began working at his station again, fixing his armor. Flynn tried to pay her no mind for now, but even with her simply sitting on the floor, going through holograms about demons, she somehow kept drawing his attention.
Eventually he turned on a playlist, hoping it would distract him more than she was. His plan backfired on him when Tara began humming along to songs she knew, and even when she didn't know one, she picked up on the melody enough to follow along. It made it far too easy for Flynn to realize that he loved her voice.
It had been hours, and Flynn had made some good progress on his suit repairs. A few more small fixes and it would be good as new. Tara for her part, didn't look any less burnt out. She laid flat on her back, scrolling through one of his old discoveries on Mars about Summoners.
One song ended and the next began. It was a slow, jazzy song, one he remembered his mom liking back in the day. Most of those memories felt so far away that it was like he was remembering a fact that he'd been told about someone else. Not like it was his own life.
But this was his own life, and if he had it, he was gonna use it. Flynn strolled up to Tara. She shot him a confused look when he offered a hand to help her up. It was break-time and goddammit, they both needed to stop using their brains for a little.
She skeptically took his hand and he helped her up. Flynn was met with very little resistance as he pulled her to him and started swaying her with the song.
Tara barked out a laugh, settling into the dance easily. "You're just a big doofus, aren't you?"
"At least when the armor is off." He chuckled back, swaying side to side with Tara to to slow swing of the song.
The two fell into comfortable silence. He'd be lying if he said this didn't have the same effect on him as he was trying to have on her.
In moments like these it felt far more intimate than having her in his bed. Simply having her close, enjoying the warmth of her waist in his hands and her head resting on his chest in quiet lull with the music. Like he was trying to tell her that the only thing that he could ever ask for was for her to stay.
Please, just stay.
Tara gasped slightly and lifted her head for a moment like some realization just hit her like a truck. Green eyes searched his face for some clue, and ultimately landed on the exact conclusion he was waiting for her to find.
"Shit." It was spoken like the word had surprised her.
There it is.
The way to surprise Tara wasn't to make a smooth move, or say something that made her face turn red and her knees weak. No, it was to show her that she was safe. Truly, unconditionally, safe.
The song ended just as slowly as it started. Her forehead dropped against his chest as she let out a defeated sigh. "You win."
"I'll stash that away for the future." He placed a kiss on the crown of her head as he held her there. Eventually he let her go sit down once again after their little break, and he got back to work on the suit.
Flynn could get used to this: having someone else in his workspace, just to enjoy having the company. Hours could go by and he would just be happy that she chose to stay. Every once in a while he'd see Tara shuffle or move around. Maybe he should get her a chair, or something softer than a scavenged rug to sit on.
A soft "Oh fuck." Came from where she was laying on the floor.
Tara had found a picture from the Lazarus project with a sleeping demon set into a wall somewhere in Hell, but she looked terrified.
"What is it?"
Standing up, she brought the hologram to him. "She look familiar?"
Oddly enough, she did. Really, the thing looked like a Summoner, but six times the size with more gold than he'd ever seen on a demon, running along spines and embedded in her head. It looked like the bony wall had swallowed most of her, and she lay sleeping there.
"That's the original Mania." Tara said, pulling up another report. "Dr. Hive on Lazarus was trying to wake and weaponize her. When that didn't work, they just harvested the energy from the prison."
"That's the energy they used on you?" He asked.
"Yeah… she was a titaness. Records at her prison say she was feared and respected across her realm, but she decided to conquer territory that didn't belong to her. Other titans didn't like it, all that much and they turned on her. But her energy stayed within the prison, even in her sleep. Every so often, her energy would build up enough and influence working minds to attempt freeing her."
"So Hive wasn't as smart as they thought."
Tara laughed. "Maybe not. I think they definitely weren't as objective as they thought. This report is nothing but hypocrisy from them about the nature of Mania. They just thought they were built different."
"What about the demons?" Flynn asked, idly fiddling with wiring while they spoke. "Why do they call you that?"
"I think some may actually have me confused with her." She guessed. "The more coherent demons can tell that I'm at least mostly human. But I don't know if they call me that because it's the only name they have for this energy, or because they believe I'm some kind of reincarnation or something. Honestly, I hope I never find out."
"That's a smart choice." He agreed. "I don't usually read the reports unless I have to figure out how to kill something I haven't met before. Everything else is just fucking aggravating."
"Fair enough, but unfortunately this means I have to find an answer to a question before it finds me and answers itself." Tara figured.
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"If the Hell Priests conquering Earth give more than one sleeping titan energy, then what does that mean for Mania and me?"
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Bromance prompts posting #2
Who: Jordan Henderson & Trent Alexander-Arnold Prompt: Roommates Requested by: anonymous Warnings: mentions of homesickness
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Trent hung up on the video call with you. The Liverpool squad was a week into their summer training camp in Austria, and only now the both of you had had the opportunity to do an extensive video call. Of course you had been texting all week, but it just wasn't the same as seeing each other, even when it was only on a small phone screen. During the call, a strange and empty feeling had crept up on Trent. He couldn't quite place it at the moment, but it left him feeling down and with the sudden urge to cry. He was able to resist that urge while he was on the call with you, not wanting to worry you if you saw him cry.
Trent sat on the balcony of his hotel room, overlooking a lake and the clear, blue sky above. Suddenly, and without consciously giving into it, he felt warm tears roll across his cheeks. A deep, heavy longing for home took a hold of him. In this moment he missed you so much that it was almost tangible. Trent had never been homesick before, and didn’t quite understand where this feeling was coming from or what to do about it. He felt so helpless right now, which only made him feel worse. "Trent!" Jordan came bursting into the room he shared with Trent during this training camp. "Come on, mate, we’ll be late to dinner!" "I’m not hungry," Trent answered just loud enough for Jordan to hear. "What? You’re always hungry." Jordan stepped out onto the balcony, chuckling as he spoke. The smile quickly disappeared from his face, though, when he noticed Trent’s tear-stained face. Jordan sat down next to Trent and slung an arm around his teammate's trembling shoulders. "What happened? You were on the phone with home, right? Is everyone alright?" "Yeah, they’re fine," Trent answered quickly. Jordan sighed in relief He knew you quite well, too, and was glad nothing happened to you. "What’s the matter, than?" "I guess I miss her," Trent answered hesitantly, "and home." "Ah." Jordan tightened his arm around Trent's shoulders. "You’re feeling a bit homesick." Trent shrugged, feeling a little embarrassed. "I guess so." "I’m sorry, I’m being stupid." Trent quickly apologized, drying his tears on his shirt. "No, no, don’t do that," Jordan soothed, "it’s no shame to miss home. You think I don’t miss home?" Trent scoffed softly. "I don’t see you crying over it." "Well, maybe I only do when I’m sure no one will see it." Jordan winked. Trent looked up at his captain in surprise. "Really? So you don’t think I’m being stupid?" "No." Jordan instantly replied. "And don't ever find yourself stupid for missing home or your family." There was silence for a little while between them, as Trent tried to regain himself. "Come on, let’s go to dinner," Jordan encouraged, "you at least need to eat a little bit." Trent nodded, and sluggishly got to his feet. "Would you mind not telling the team about this?" "I won't." Jordan slowly shook his head. "That's what roommates are for: what happens in this room, stays in this room. And whenever this is getting to you again, you talk to me, okay?" Trent nodded gratefully. "I will." The fact that he had shared this with Jordan, actually did Trent some good. He still missed you, but at least he now had a friend by his side who could pull him through the worst of it.
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The Premiere
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Summary: You and Henry are at your music video premiere, and Henry feels a little jealous
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Latina reader
Word Count: 1813
Warnings: none
A/N: this was a request by @stephartrave for Henry to get jealous of his latina singer girlfriend who has awesome dance moves. If you want to be added to my taglist, let me know. This has not been proofread, so all mistakes are my own.
Taglist: @rmtndew @henrynerdfan @cynic-spirit @princesssterek @daddys-littlewhitegirl @diegos-butt
The music was blaring, but I couldn’t expect anything different from a party with Daddy Yankee as the star and host. The beat already had my toes tapping and my hips swaying, and I hadn’t even made it to the party yet. Henry stood beside me, clearly enjoying the beat but not making a move.
“Come on, Henry. It’s just me.” I begged, taking his hand. The elevator was still lifting us into the sky for the rooftop party, so we had a few moments to ourselves. Henry’s eyes tracked my moves as I danced beside him, trying to entice him into a few moves himself.
“Sorry, love, you know I don’t dance.” Henry smiled apologetically down at me. I found it a small triumph when he lifted his hand so I could spin under it, dipping myself.
“I know, mi vida, and I know this isn’t the type of party you normally would come to.” I stood on my tiptoes, even though my shoes already gave me several inches, so I could plant a kiss on his cheek. As per my request, he hadn’t shaved, and his five o’clock shadow rasped my lips. “Thank you for coming with.”
“Like I could resist you.” A playful glint danced in his eyes, and he lifted my small frame, hugging it to his body. I wrapped my legs instinctively around his waist, briefly not wanting this elevator to reach the roof. Henry leaned his forehead against mine, rubbing noses with me. “And just because I don’t dance, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy your dancing or singing.”
“Maybe, if you are good, I will give you a private dance after the party.” I promised, winking at him. Henry growled, his lips meeting mine in a deep kiss.
The passion between us had never dwindled over the years. I think the fact that we both were so busy with our careers and couldn’t see each other all the time helped. What’s that saying? Absence makes the heart grow fonder. This last separation had been a long one, between his filming schedule and my collaboration with Daddy Yankee. This was the first real time you got spend together.
“I promise. As soon as the video premiers, we will drink the champagne and get out of here.” I cupped Henry’s face, looking deep into his blue eyes. I could always get lost in the vast sea I saw in his gaze. He may only be here because his girlfriend was one of the stars of the night, but I also wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. I would have much rather been home, spending quality time with the boyfriend I was seeing for the first time in months.
Slowly and by degrees, Henry let me slide down his body. I could see it in his face that he hated to let me go, but the elevator was only a floor away from arriving at the party. The beat was soul pounding, and I couldn’t help the swishing of my hips as it started to take over, causing my short dress to swirl around my hips.
Then the doors opened.
Nothing ever prepares me for entering a party like this. Even with Henry whispering how amazing I am in my ear all the time, I couldn’t believe I had finally made it. And not only that, but I had done a super hyped collaboration with a very famous Latino rapper. As soon as the doors to the elevator opened, the people at the party lost their minds.
Ramón—Daddy Yankee— was on a raised stage across the pool, a mic in his hand, pointing at me. I missed what he said as I was swarmed by people congratulating me, but they cleared a path so I could make my way over to him. Henry stuck to my side like glue, saying hi to people as they recognized him. It wasn’t a secret that I was dating Henry Cavill aka Superman, but this was my world, and here I was the more sought-after star.
Henry kept a hand on my bare lower back, escorting me through the crowd to the stage. The hand was warm and reassuring, letting me know he was here if I needed him. Of course, I needed him. Henry had been my rock through all of this, and I was beyond excited that I could share it with him.
“Hey Henry! Glad you could make it, man.” Ramón greeted us as he hopped down from the stage, leaving the microphone on the edge. He shook Henry’s hand before pulling me into a hug. “Thanks for bringing my star.”
“Wouldn’t miss this.” Henry had to yell over the driving music.
And that was all we would see of Ramón until closer to the music video premiering. Now that he was off the stage, he was quickly swept up by the crowd. The music was trying to suck me in as well, but I wasn’t prepared to leave Henry’s side just yet. I laced my fingers with his, his large hand engulfing my petite one in that way that always made me feel safe.
“Go dance.” Henry leaned down; his breath warm on my ear as he whispered into it. I was surprised he was insisting I go out to dance, knowing he would be left alone. Though he knew enough of the people I worked with, they were also all dancing, so he would essentially be left alone at this wild party. His arm wrapped around my back, his strong fingers planting themselves on my hip, squeezing it. “As I said before, I enjoy watching you.”
A blush painted my cheeks as I glanced around. I knew no one could hear what he said over the music, but how Henry said it, it came off as more sexual than I was used to in public. Usually I was the one being overly forward in public, but that was my nature.
I gave myself an internal shake. This was my party, and if Henry wanted a show, he was going to get one. Raising my eyebrow, I was positive that he saw the moment I accepted his challenge. Pulling his head down to meet my lips in a fiery but quick kiss, I backed into the throbbing dance crowd, not breaking eye contact with Henry.
It started off with a simple body wave to get myself warmed up to the entrancing beat that swelled through the air. A cheer went up from the dancers surrounding me when they realized I had joined them on the makeshift dance floor. The cheer fed my soul, waking a confident attitude inside me. I dropped lower into the wave, popping my booty out before rolling back up as I got more into the beat of the music.
Shaking my long curly hair down my back as I tilted my head back, I belted out the words to the song the deejay was playing. My right hip popped to the beat as I travelled in a circle, making sure to add a little extra sway for Henry.
I watched his eyes darken right before I felt a pair of hands on my hips. But the music still had a hold on me, and I couldn't stop dancing. I hoped Henry understood that this was completely innocent. I didn't want to cause a possible scene by pushing the man away. It was no secret that I was not single, so dancing was all it was ever going to be.
Unfortunately, Latin hip hop dancing has a tendency to come off as sultry and close. What was that line from Dirty Dancing by Black Eyed Peas? 'Me and my girl dance with so much passion. It looks like we having sex but we just dancing'. It was a fairly accurate description of what it could look like.
And this guy was certainly not a bad dancer as our bodies moved together in perfect harmony to the music. But it didn't matter how well we danced together, my mind and body was wishing it was Henry dancing with me. Every time my hips shimmied, I knew I was doing it for Henry and no one else.
"Excuse me?" My head snapped around when I heard his low British accent rumble. His nostrils were flared, and his eyes were a stormy blue, a possessiveness in lighting in them that turned my insides to mush.
"Sorry, man, we were just dancing." My dance partner caught the look in Henry's eyes, and immediately let go of my hips and backed off. 
A flash of anger ripped through me at the idea that Henry had only come out here to drag me off the dance floor. Had he braved the crowd simply to ruin my fun? That dancing was way more innocent than the dancing he was about to witness when the music video premiered. It wasn't often Henry got jealous, so I couldn't be sure what his plan was now that he had scared off my dance partner.
His large hands were warm through the thin layer of dress covering my hips. He spun me so I was facing away from him. It was clumsy, and I knew he was embarrassed that his dancing wasn't as fluid as those surging around us. But my heart leapt at this rare chance to dance with my boyfriend.
I needed no more encouragement and took matters into my own hands as I dipped in a body wave , popping my booty against his crotch on my way back up. Henry, being the trooper that he was, committed himself to doing the two step I taught him.
"That's right, mi Vida, let me do the work for us." I whispered in his ear when I faced him, rolling my curvy petit body against his. He nodded, his eyes burning me as they travelled down my body, watching every move I made.
I dropped low again as the song changed, twerking my booty to the beat. Leaving a little space between us, I grabbed Henry's hips, breaking him out of the two step. Smiling up at him, I moved his hips to the beat along with mine. It was clumsy at first, but soon we fell into a rhythm that worked for both of us. Henry's hands glided over my back and to my booty, pulling me a little closer as he became more comfortable with the movements.
If this was the result I would get every time Henry got jealous, I would have to make him jealous more often. He always told me what I horrible dancer he was, but I guess he just didn't have the right motivation before. I secretly wondered what he would be like after he saw the music video, and relished the idea of finding out.
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getitinbusan · 3 years
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10 years with Jungkook
California
You met Jeon Jeongguk in the summer of 2012. Two kids brought together by a calling to California and a chance at making it big. Best friends from the start, what happens when only one of you becomes successful? Do you ever forget your first love? 
Childhood friends to lovers, angst and smut.
Words:  4600
Warnings: 18 plus smut. Oral F, Sex MF, Swearing. Pretty Mild for me. This is a previously posted fic that has been updated and reworked.
It was a rare rainy August day in California. The heavy drops created a sad melody on the window as you put the dishes away. Tired and lonely, the feeling in your gut kept nagging at you, maybe it was time to give up. 
The savings account was drained, there were no jobs to be found and  this was the second month of falling short on rent. Surely it would only be a matter of time before your roommates would stop exchanging house cleaning for money. 
Hanging the threadbare towel over its hook you stood in the kitchen, your mood mirroring the dim light of the afternoon. Feeling frusterated and stupid, it had taken you way longer than it should have to realize that in LA, you were nothing. Not pretty enough, rich enough, skinny enough or talented enough to ever make it big. So this is how the great Califonia chapter of your life would end, not by choice but necessity. 
Gathering up the mail that was strewn across the countertop, you shuffled through it sorting its priority. Junk mail, bills, personal…one in particular standing out. Your heart began pounding as you took in the details.
The penmanship was nice, black ink on an unassuming envelope. But it was the stamp that caught your attention. It was sent from Korea.
Flipping it in your hand you examined the torn top. The letter, having been read, was cradled back safely inside. Addressed to your roommate a frown crept onto your face. Why wouldn’t he write to you?
It was a ridiculously hopeful notion but you widened the envelope and inhaled trying to find a trace of his fragrance, something, anything to trigger a happy memory. Cool California nights were the best excuse. How many times had you borrowed his sweaters just to have his smell on you?
You missed him. It had been a year and a half and you couldn't help but once again ponder the nagging question that always crept back. If you hadn't forced him to break the rules would he still be a part of your life? 
It was too tempting to resist, your fingers pinched the paper inside of the envelope and pulled it free. 
I’m feeling low, I don’t know who I am, only who I’m supposed to be.
What would life be like if I had stayed in California? We could all be roommates, hanging out and having fun, going to the beach on weekends.
Does she even think about me?
It sounds greedy that with how much I have right now, it’s not enough. I would give anything to wake up in bed beside her everyday. I want more than anything to be able to talk to her about these things but I can’t. I’ve made the mistake of trading her for fame and now I’m destined to keep her at an arm’s length so she’ll never know the price I paid.
How does she even see me? As an Idol? As the boy who abandoned her? Has she forgotten the good days we spent together?
I’ve been wrestling with myself, whoever that is. I wish I could be the teenage boy from that long ago summer again. I wrote this song thinking about it…
~When I see you smile in the screen
You’re good at everything
You’re just perfect
Feels like I've never been you
Do you even see me?
Do you know who I am?
Or how do I look now?
You don’t like me like that
I want to be your decalcomania~
I’m afraid I may not get back for a while, please write. Your friendship and thoughts of her are the only things that are keeping me tethered to some semblance of reality.
JK
Clutching the letter to your chest, your mind took you back to that day. 
"Decalcomania, the art or process of transferring pictures and designs. Making a copy of the original on a different medium"  
Reading the description on the wall you’d both stood laughing at the piece's strange name, Decalcomania. The gallery visit felt like lifetimes ago but you still remembered clearly. You remembered, not because the piece had struck you as particularly special but because that's where you had decided that Jeongguk's laugh was the best sound you'd ever heard.  
California had lured you into its promise when you turned 14. Having been accepted to an  intensive dance program at The Movement Lifestyle Studio you packed up and headed West for the summer. 
It was July and it was hot, the dancers stepping off the bus one at a time took their places in the studio.
Looking around there were so many older kids, you were probably one of the youngest. Calling out names they put you into groups, it appeared to be by age so you made your way across the unfamiliar wooden floor to the tiny gathering of teens in the darkened corner.
Shy introductions were made as one more member was ushered over to where you had congregated. “This is Jeongguk.” 
He had the cutest smile and barely spoke english but his eyes twinkled like the constellations. Immediately drawn to each other you became fast friends.
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Absolutely exhausted by the end of the first few days he quietly knocked at your door.
He was homesick and lonely, used to being surrounded by his six members, he couldn’t sleep well without someone beside him. You let him crawl into bed with you, you were 14 and it was innocent. 
Inseparable, days and nights were spent side by side, the others began referring to you as the twins. It was the best summer of your life but like every boy meets girl summer story, it had to come to a close. Promising through tears to keep in touch and stay friends you went your separate ways. 
Jeongguk would send silly videos of his practice sessions, goofing around with the other members.  He’d facetime and text but he always loved to send handwritten letters.
They lived in a box under your bed and contained stories of how hard he was working to become an idol. He always signed off with, "I miss you,” and a few lines of lyrics he’d written.
You didn’t know then how important they would become, the only tangible piece of him you could still hold on to.  
Whenever he came back to America you did everything you could to see him. You always found a way to get to the small tour stops whenever they came through. 2015 was the first, then KCon in 2016, but 2017, it was different.
Facetiming you with the news that they were bringing the Wings tour to NY, Chicago and Anaheim, he asked if you’d be part of the dance crew. How could you turn down two weeks with Jungkook the hottest new K-pop Idol? They were getting bigger, more popular and their lives were changing rapidly.
He had strict rules, girls were completely off limits. No talking, no hugging, no smiling at one another, any little thing could be easily misconstrued by the fans. Everything had to be done in secret. Jungkook would sneak you into his hotel room where you would spend your nights together catching up. The boys would bring you in food and cover for him while you both stayed locked away out of sight.
While happy to be with him, you could tell there was an underlying sadness he was holding on to.
"I wish I could go and explore the city with you like we used to," his voice trailed off.
You were laying in each other’s arms cuddling on his bed.  Leaning over he kissed the top of your head.
"All I really want is to take you on a proper date."
You snuggled closer into his side as he exhaled deeply, releasing his secret. 
"I’ve been waiting so long to become someone, a man worthy of your affection. Now I’m stuck. I have everything I wanted and I’m not allowed to share it with you."
His arms gripped you tighter.
"I’m sorry, this is a terrible confession. I don’t expect you to love me back, not under these circumstances, I just need you to know, you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved and there won’t be anybody else, ever." 
Every bit of his confession, every moment of that last night in the hotel room had stuck with you to this day. The words of a 19 year old boy whose life had become bigger than the feelings of two people.
He'd left in the morning without knowing. You were a coward, too afraid to tell him you loved him too.  
LA became your home right after they left Anaheim. Focused on your dancing, if you became good enough, maybe you could join the tour with him. 
A letter with a big bouquet of flowers arrived a few weeks later. 
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"Congratulations on your new house in LA!
I hope that all of you are getting along as roommates, it’s hard living with others sometimes.
Last night I dreamt that I was there with you and all of our friends. We were having a party on the beach and we sat together watching the sunset.
Do you remember after practice when we would skateboard as fast as we could to the ocean so we wouldn’t miss the colors?
Maybe one day my toes can feel the sand there again.
I miss you, I miss me… the me I am when I get to be with you.
We're coming back in October for a few days and I’m hoping I can see you, I’m lonely already.   
Jeongguk
~Won’t you please stay in dreams
I can hear the sea from far away
Across the dream, over the bush
Go there where it becomes clear
Take my hands now
You are the cause of my euphoria
When I’m with you, I’m in utopia~
By the time The AMAs came, the plan had been finalized. You would steal Jungkook away so that you could take him on your first real date.
Having enlisted Namjoon to help, he was your inside man. The boys, happy to help finally get you together, would cover for his whereabouts with management. The day before the awards they were only scheduled for styling, as long as he wasn’t late for the press rounds the next afternoon your plan could work.
It was Namjoon’s job to get him out of the building. Telling him to follow his lead, Joon convinced the managers that Jungkook must have eaten something bad for lunch. Claiming to not feel well, he was whisked away to meet you at the hotel’s back receiving door. 
Sitting in the shiny red rented convertible you tossed him a pair of sunglasses. What you wouldn’t give now to see that smile again.
Barely giving him time to get in you’d sped away heading straight for In And Out Burger.
"Kookie, I hope you’re ready for the best day of your life! We’re going to eat until we explode, drink and party at the beach and then, instead of returning you to your fancy 5 star hotel you’re staying the night in my crappy little house with a tiny uncomfortable bed!!"
He laughed, that perfect laugh. It was so pure and honest, thinking about it now made you sad. Was that the last moment he'd gotten to be his true self? Jeongguk the man not Jungkook the personna? 
Knowing you only had one day to give him everything, one day to show him you loved him, you tried to make the best of it.
Picking up the food Jungkook held onto the red and white bags in the passenger seat, sneaking his hand in to steal fries when he thought you weren’t looking. If you weren’t sure you were in love with him before you you certainly were now.
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Pulling up beside the tree on the beach he was stunned, "Ahhh Jagi, I can’t believe you brought me here."
Happy that it meant as much to him as it did to you, you both sat on the branch and ate. Two blocks from the old studio this used to be your escape. Every break you’d make your way to the tree for some time alone, together. 
With the burgers done he turned to you and smiled. It felt like he wanted to say something, but stupidly, you'd cut him short leading him back towards the car.
Making your way through your checklist you brought him back to where you'd first met. The Movement studios students were starstruck when he walked in. After insisting that he teach some choreography, he reluctantly led the class.
Your eyes were glued to him as he moved in front of the mirrors, no longer that awkward teenager but a full grown man mesmerizing you with his every move.
Getting back to the car he stopped you before you reached for the handle. Putting his arms around you he pulled you in close. But again, you resisted him. 
"You stink Jungkook, our next stop is the ocean."
You remember pulling away. How stupid you were, you should have held on to him longer. Reaching into the back seat you revealed a pair of swim shorts and a towel. He looked disappointed that you kept interrupting his attempts at intimacy. It broke your heart but you had a plan and limited time to execute it. 
The Ocean was chilly but the wind was warm, he came out of the change room with the shorts on but still wearing his shirt.
"Kookie, this isn’t Korea, you don’t have to be so modest here. Plus, you should grab some sun, you may not believe it but when your skin is sunkissed," you grinned, "you look really sexy."
He raised his eyebrows and quickly removed the shirt at your request.
Running into the water you splashed and played and he took great pleasure in picking you up and throwing you as far as he could.
The sun was getting ready to set and you wanted to dry off before the cooler air set in.
Leading him back to the shore you both laid down on the towel. He put his arm around you and you cuddled into his side.
"My god Guk, look at your abs!"
He blushed like crazy as you traced the muscles on his stomach.
"Stop, it tickles," he giggled.
But you didn’t, you kept tickling him until he held you so tight you couldn’t move. He had you pinned, flipping you on your back he shook his wet hair flinging water droplets all over you. Pleased with himself he leaned in closer to you, his eyes asking for permission to kiss you. As the gap between you got narrower you could hear his name being shouted and footsteps running closer. He flopped onto his back and sighed as your roommates and friends piled on top of him.
Eating, drinking and catching up with everyone you watched each other from across the bonfire. Moving from person to person he slowly made his way back to your side.
"Welcome back." Running your hand through the back of his hair, it was now or never. 
Pulling him closer your lips finally met in the way they were destined, soft, slow and full of love. His hands instinctively moved to cup your face as the world stopped around you.
"I love you," you whispered.
Nose to nose he smiled at you and it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.
It didn’t last long, his phone started going off incessantly. The managers knew, you’d been careless, photos and videos of him from the studio had been posted online.
"I’m so sorry Jungkook, I didn’t mean for you to get in trouble."
His eyes turned hungry as he grabbed your hand.
"You promised I wouldn’t be going back to my hotel tonight, let’s get out of here."
If he was going to get in trouble anyway, why stop now?  
The drive back to your place was quiet, adrenaline and hormones flowing like electricity through you both. The time for smiling was over as the seriousness of the situation lingered in the air between you.
It wasn’t just being in trouble or being caught, but the fact that you both knew what was going to happen when you stepped into your bedroom. One act that would change everything between you, it held the power to change the dynamic of your relationship forever.
Leading him to your room you closed the door and stood staring at him as he sat on your bed. He raked his fingers through his hair before he spoke.
"I’ve never wanted anything more in my life than to be able to make love to you. BUT I also know that when I leave I’m not going to get to see you again for a very long time." His head hung low. "Management is going to do everything possible to keep us apart and that won’t be fair to you. I think that maybe we should just let our happy memories of today be enough, I don’t want you to regret anything. " 
Walking closer you stood between his legs and he wrapped his arms around your waist.
"The only thing I'll regret is never getting to experience all of you. I can’t live not knowing how it feels to be totally yours even if it's only for one night."
He rested his head against your chest, "You’ll always be mine."
His hands traveled to the hem of your shirt and his fingers ran over the soft skin of your stomach. Undoing the button of your jeans he slowly slid them down your legs and you stepped out of them. 
Standing up he lifted the thin fabric of your shirt over your head and you stood before him waiting as he took his off too. Unclasping your bra he sighed as he looked at you taking in your shape, his fingertips hovering over your hard nipples.
"I’ve never done this before," he confessed.
"Me either," you whispered. "I've only ever wanted it to be you."
More relaxed he let his mouth start exploring your body. You were goosebumps and shivers beneath him as his tongue found it’s home between your legs.
He was soft and careful, placing his lips over your clit sucking it in delicately until your moans couldn’t be contained any longer. You could feel his eyes burning into you as he watched in awe as his finger slid inside you.
"It feels good Kookie, please…"
You could feel his mouth stopping to smile before he picked up speed. Moving your hips to eagerly meet his mouth you were unravelling quickly.
"The way you taste is better than anything I had imagined."
Devouring you in sessions between his words of adoration you came hard on his tongue. 
"I'm really regretting running you all over town today when we could have just been here...doing that.. " You were out of breath. 
"I was worried that I wouldn't be any good." He grinned at you pleased with himself. 
Moving up to where your head lay on the pillow he pushed the dampened hair off your face, "Are you ok? Do you need anything?"
He placed his forehead against yours.
"I just want you. I need you to know I'm yours, forever. 
Rolling a condom on he moved slowly to line himself up with your entrance.
"Tell me if you need me to stop okay?"
He pushed carefully, slowly stretching you around him. Watching intently for discomfort he froze when he saw the tears welling in your eyes.
"Shit, I’m so sorry, let’s stop, I didn’t mean to hurt you." He was apologetic as he thumbed away the tears.
"No," you delicately kissed his lips. "I’m okay… I’m just so happy, so overwhelmed with how much I’m feeling right now."
He smiled down at you, pressing his body closer he gave another push until he was fully inside. Your bodies fell into a beautifully choreographed rhythm until Jungkook was so lost in pleasure he began to move at his own pace. Quicker and deeper he moved until he finally spilled into the condom. 
Laying together in euphoria you kissed, and kissed, and kissed until you finally found sleep while wrapped around one other.
Every few hours he’d wake you up. His hands running over your body checking to make sure you weren't just a dream. You’d made love each time, everytime better than the last.
It was 9 am when he caressed you awake once more.
"I have to leave soon. I don’t want to." He spoke in whispers nestled into your neck. "Please tell me to stay."
Your heart broke at his words. "If I ask you to stay, I’m selfish, you’ll always wonder if you made the right decision." The tears came, knowing you had to do what was right. "If I tell you to go, your dreams come true… ” your voice trailed off.
"And I’ll always wonder if I made the right decision,” he finished. 
Your phone started ringing and you knew time was up.
It was Joon, "I’m outside. Sorry, I held them off as long as I could. I told them that I’d come get him so you could at least have time to say goodbye."
Your tears fell out in heavy ugly sobs, "Okay, five minutes… and Joon… thanks, I know you’re probably in trouble too."
Hanging up you turned back, Jungkook was already out of bed with his clothes thrown on. He stood with open arms bravely waiting. 
"Thank you for yesterday I'll never forget it."
Laying your head against his chest you took a moment to listen to his heartbeat. You could hear him sniffle and knew he was crying too.
You flashed back remembering that night long ago when he came to you homesick, holding you so he could sleep while he tried to hide his tears. There was a knock at the door and Namjoon’s voice broke through the moment.
"We’ve got to go Jungkook."
Stepping away you’d left his shirt soaked in tears, handing him his sweater he pushed it back towards you. "You keep it."
He kissed you one last time before opening the door to reveal Namjoon's weary face. His Hyung put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the car.
Turning one last time he looked back, his eyes were filled with tears as he gave a small wave before getting in the back of the big black sedan. 
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For months you pretended that management was the only thing keeping you apart.
You held on to that silly notion until May when they were coming for the Billboard awards. For weeks leading up you waited for a message, a secret meeting arrangement, but you got nothing. His image was all over the TV and his voice echoed through your empty heart. Then, just like that, it was over and he was gone again. 
Now, here you stood in your kitchen, his letter bringing him to the forefront of your mind and opening old wounds.
He was just as sad as you but what could you do? 
Picking up a pen you began writing… 
I shouldn’t have done it but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
I wanted to reach out but I never said a thing
You don’t ever have to be stronger than you really are
And honey, you don’t ever have to act cooler than you think you should
You’re brighter than the brightest stars
You’re scared to win, scared to lose
I’ve heard the war was over if you really choose
The one in and around you
You hate the heat, you got the blues
You’re changing like the weather, oh, that’s so like you
I’ll pick you up
I’ll catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California
We’ll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far
We’ll hit up all the old places
We’ll have a party, we can dance till dawn… 
Y/N
October came again and a chill was in the air, the smell of the ocean hit your nose and you stopped to take it in.
Bundled in Jungkook’s hoodie you threw your bag over your shoulder and began your walk to work. You'd gotten lucky, Movement had hired you just as you were about to give up and leave California. Filled with hope and excitement a new intensive program was scheduled to start today and you were going to meet the future superstars of the dance world. 
Memories flooded your mind as you made your way through the familiar neighborhood. It still hurt, but things were beginning to feel happy again. Writing the letter had given you closure, he knew how you felt and beyond that there was nothing else you could do.
Opening the heavy door to the studio you caught a familiar reflection moving in the mirror.  Chalk marker in hand he was writing something, It couldn’t be?
Hearing the door click back into place he turned to face you.
"Hi."
He walked towards you slowly. Unsure of what your reaction would be, he approached with caution.
"Hi."
You were breathless, in the months of not seeing him he’d only grown more handsome.
"I can’t change what happened… and for the rest of my life I’ll be sorry for all of the time we missed."
He was getting closer.
"But I can’t take another day not knowing if I can fix this… somehow…"
He reached for your hand but you pulled it away. His head fell in disappointment.
"Jungkook, I can’t listen to this… look at me."
Reaching for his chin you pulled his head up until he was facing you again.
"I refuse to listen to you apologize for something that is out of your control. Your life was decided before you met me and I am nothing but grateful that I got to appear in some part of your story."
He tilted his head and pressed a small kiss into the hand that was still holding his chin.
"God I’ve missed you." He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist.
"How long are you here? I’ve got to teach class.. It’s the first day but I’d love it if we could catch up?"
He laughed at you and your knees buckled at the sound of his happiness.
Taking his chance he pressed his lips to yours and you could feel the smile forming on his face.
"I’m your private lesson Jagi, I’ve booked you for the next two weeks."
Taking a step back you had to ask, "How Jungkook? What will you be giving up?"
Pulling you back to his embrace he began to dance with you.
"There is no more giving up, on anything. Our contracts were over and I only had one thing I wouldn’t negotiate on, that’s you." 
He guided you to look at the mirror.
"I wrote you something."
~Please call my name one more time
I’m standing under the frozen light, 
but I’ll walk step by step towards you
Still with you ~
"I promise I’ll never let you go again."
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boop-le-snoot · 3 years
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 21
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TWs/SUMMARY: Wanda fluff, Loki fluff, we're getting a whole ass friendship! Dad sucks. The outfits are neat tho! Check the end for a mood board 😍
a/n: dress inspo and aesthetic visuals can be found here, here and here. (Paolo Sebastian, Firefly Path gowns and Viona Ielegems photography).
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"Gi-i-irl..." Wanda drawled, seeing me arrive with Tony, both of us freshly showered and still hazy from the amazing orgasms. God only knew what she'd seen in both of our heads - if judging only by the vivid, crimson blush she spouted, it was definitely something very NSFW. Bruce already sat at the dinner table, quietly slurping his soup, his back and shoulders the most relaxed I'd ever seen. He gave me a knowing smile once he noticed my presence in my usual spot by his side.
The rest of the team appeared completely oblivious, preoccupied by their food.
"So, about the party. Got any costume ideas?" I cut straight to the chase, unwilling to wait for Wanda to start asking for details right in front of everyone.
Steve, Bucky, Pietro, Thor and Natasha all answered affirmative, the latter whacking Clint upside the head and firmly stating "no funny business". I couldn't help but wonder what kind of crazy shit the Bird had in mind and was kind of disappointed at Nat's intervention. A good chaotic moment was always worthwhile in my opinion!
The other bird, Sam, approached Bruce with caution as he wondered if the scientist was interested in doing a paired costume with him, only to be interrupted by Tony declaring, with childish glee, he had a "wicked project" that he and Bruce would be doing together. The scientist gave a resigned sigh and apologized.
Sam wasn't deterred by the slight setback; he approached Clint instead and after being given an okay from Natasha, the Birds decided to pair up. As they should, if you'd ask me.
"I have a costume but I need some accessories. Wanda, Lokes, join me on my lil' shopping trip?" I prompted, wanting everybody to be included. I was fully prepared for Loki to scoff and dismiss my invitation but the Asgardian nodded after a second of brief speechlessness. Didn't anyone invite him to birthday parties as a kid? Either way, Thor gave me a grateful smile, like a proper big brother. Both Asgardians had grown visibly closer during the past couple of months which made me hide a secretive smile behind a spoonful of soup.
It turned out, Loki hadn't exactly been introduced to the buzzing beehive that is NYC. He didn't get out much and when he needed to be somewhere, the man simply teleported to the desired destination. As convenient as it must've been, I still expressed my outrage at his lack of experience doing the usual "touristy" things that, in my opinion, every non-newyorker was obligated to do when visiting. Yes, even if said visitor had literally traveled across different galaxies.
Wanda wasn't much better in terms of city knowledge. According to her, she'd lived here for several years already but never bothered to go beyond the borders of the block surrounding the Avengers tower. The witch didn't have friends outside of her teammates (therapy. they all needed so much therapy. y'all...) so she simply saw no point in going anywhere beyond the local mall.
Which was trash. I mean, I loved Hot Topic and Forever 21 as much as any other young adult with depression and anxiety but it was literally impossible to wear clothes made out of cheap cotton and polyester all the time. I'm pretty sure I would have hives and ulcers if I attempted that.
"We're going on Sixth Avenue and that's final. No friend of mine will be wearing shit from Wal-Mart at a Stark party," I interrupted Wanda's defensive stuttering, using my other hand to summon an Uber.
"That is good advice," Loki, previously silent, added in a sweet tone. I counted on the fashionable Asgardian to be on my side and with his schmoozing skills, I didn't even have to drag Wanda inside the car by, like, her hair or whatever. The three of us barely fit into the small Toyota anyway.
A thought struck me when I had to consciously avoid stepping on Loki's leather shoes and keep away my elbow from Wanda's stomach. "Mister? I'll give you a hundred bucks cash if you turn around and drive to this address," I hurriedly rattled off my home address, delighting in the way the driver nearly did a U-turn at the mention of crispy dollar bills.
We arrived home quickly. Wanda gaped in mild disbelief at the size of my house while Loki looked about as interested as he'd ever be. His face was akin to an expression one made while smelling fresh manure. Opening the garage, I was greeted with an unpleasant surprise of my dad's outrageously painted Corvette standing neatly by my white Range Rover.
Loki looked and felt considerably less tense in the back of my car. The subtle signs of discomfort all but left his face replaced by slight wonder as I explained how to adjust the temperature and turn on the heated seats.
Dad met us at the gates. "You didn't come in to say hello," He pouted. His breath reeked like a five-day drinking binge hangover and he looked a dead man.
"We're in a hurry, dad. There's a lot to be done," I replied curtly, hoping to get rid of him fast. I hated being sober around my drunk father. My fingers twitched on the steering wheel.
"You're like your mother, always busy," Dad's laugh was coarse and bitter. "But at least you find time for Stark and his friends. That'll do your future real good," He clapped once on the hood of my car, heading back to the house with a wave of his hand, just in time to miss the disgusted shudder that ran through me.
I knew my dad well enough to understand the implications of what he meant by his words. In his world, fucking way up to the top was considered the norm. I'd rather cut off my own foot than use Tony that way.
"Sorry you had to see that. I thought he was still in Cali," I gritted my teeth, pulling out of the driveway.
"I'm sorry you had to experience that. I have no kind words regarding your father," Loki's look was sympathetic in the rearview mirror.
"Or your mother," Wanda added, messing with her seatbelt. Loki nodded tersely.
"Aight, aight," I sighed, set on improving the mood. "Let's not poop this party. We're getting some absolutely delicious beverages and wasting my money on outrageous pretty things. My treat."
Wanda's protests were drowned out by Motorhead and Loki's grumbling was overshadowed by Guns'n'Roses. Their resistance didn't stand a chance. Few blocks out, the witch was singing along to November Rain, heavily accented and terribly off-key, and the Asgardian watched New York city intently behind the protection of the tinted rear windows of my ride. He seemed mesmerized by the crowds and the variety of colorful shop fronts. This was the the one and only reason I eased off the gas pedal and drove the speed limit for once.
The atmosphere was, well, magical. Looking at my two companions, I discovered the familiar city anew with every question they asked, every remark they made. The desire to ask in turn about their homelands melted like the tension I was harbouring after the run-in with my father. Content and warm, I had my attention divided between Loki and Wanda juggling their wonder back-and-forth between themselves and the absolutely crazy NYC traffic.
So what if I parked in a no-parking zone just to get us the most delicious coffee in the city? Loki, the resident tea person, ordered himself something unpronounceable, something that made the barista twitch. Wanda got a sugary-sounding vanilla-white chocolate perversion. I just got a mocha, having had outgrown my adolescent desires to experiment with "how sweet can I make this coffee before I literally puke?" beverages.
With a laugh, I instructed them to pose in front of the nearest reflective surface to brag about our coffees on Instagram - this café deserved more recognition. My companions reluctantly obliged.
I wonder if the barista realized just who had bought the coffee - Loki was quite a media darling when it came to fangirls. Tony's PR team did a wonderful job on the Asgardian's redemption arc. The trickster only fueled the utter devotion his fangirls had for him by being extra nice and charming in every video I've seen. I guess you can't out-mindcontrol manners outta somebody, he was raised a prince after all.
It wasn't raining but the autumn chill seeped into the tiny spaces between my layers of clothing. I already managed to regret my fashionable dark academia inspired outfit at least twice, however the matching vibe all three of us had was positively dashing. Loki, wearing his usual onyx black and dark green. Wanda with a burgundy sweater dress and thigh high platformed boots - sweater dresses, out of all things, had no business looking this good on anybody. But she pulled it off.
"You said you've got a costume. Mind sharing what it is?" The witch said, curiously peeking into the windows of a nearby vintage boutique as we took our leisurely stroll with steaming paper cups keeping our fingers warm.
"A fairy dress. It was custom made for me last year and I actually didn't get to wear it. I need some jewelry to go with it," I explained, stopping to show a photo of the dress on my smartphone. "And some shoes, too. Let's hope the party will be held completely indoors, otherwise I'll freeze my ass off."
"Custom made?" Wanda squeaked, looking at the garment in wonder. Loki gave a vaguely approving nod.
"Yeah, there's a company that makes these fantasy dresses. You want one? What did you have in mind for your costume anyway?" I switched the topic quickly, seeing how Wanda withdrew into herself slightly. I heard from Peter she grew up poor, in the middle of a war and I didn't want to make her feel bad or anything. I wasn't good at these things...
"I thought maybe I could match with you," She replied, slowly taking a sip of her coffee.
"Sure. There are a couple of shops with really cute dresses that fit the aesthetic." Marchesa. We need a Marchesa store. And a Zuhair Murad - if there was one on this stretch of road. "What about you, Lokes? Anything in particular strike your fancy?" I asked our silent companion, frantically googling the information I needed.
"Black," He answered moodily.
"Boo, you whore," I rolled my eyes at his scoff. We had watched the Mean Girls recently and he got the reference, immediately raising a sarcastic eyebrow. "You know, you could do so much with this pale aristocratic look you've got going on. How about a medieval vampire?"
"Like Lestat? He's fucking hot," Wanda and I understood each other promptly. She jumped on the bandwagon immediately.
Combining my blunt honesty and her adorable fawning over a fictional bloodsucker, we managed to convince Loki into going on a hunt for brocaded, velvet suits and blouses with ruffles for his look. The trickster revolted at the mere suggestion of procuring some fake fangs, instead magically making them appear and showing them off in the middle of the crowded sidewalk, much to my and Wanda's delighted shrieking. He looked, I daresay, very attractive, like a porcelain figurine. Delicate but dangerous.
We arrived at the store that showcased beautiful, airy dresses of silk, chiffon and tulle. The lace was delicate and the seams invisible. I ushered Wanda into a dressing room with a shop attendant that was quietly but strictly instructed to not discuss the cost of the dresses and hide the price tags.
"I want it to be a gift. My friend here deserves no less than a magical experience," I explained quietly, winking at a bewildered Loki.
"Why did you do that?" He asked once Wanda was given a selection of several dresses in flattering colours and led into a separate dressing room.
"These dresses, they're special so they're a bit pricey. And knowing Wanda, she'll make a scene and refuse to let me buy them for her," I idly twirled my phone in my hands. "But every girl wants to be a princess and it's kinda sad she never got to be one. It's more than just a dress, it's more than feeling pretty, although it's a big part of it. She'll feel on top of the world."
Loki nodded. I'm certain he didn't understand it - being a man and all - and I wasn't sure I understood it completely, too. I never lacked pretty or expensive things, always got whatever I wanted whenever I wanted. But for a moment, I thought how it must've been for Wanda - seeing all these girls on TV, looking like pictures - and never having the chance to experience that. A concept that made me so sad, I was tempted to ask the customer service person for a glass of scotch. Being poor sounded depressing as hell.
Suddenly, Loki's cool, large hand landed on mine. "Thank you. I am certain Wanda will be the most beautiful lady at the ball."
I stared at him. Loki understood.
"Well, I... I don't know how finicky you are on gender labels for clothes, but there were a couple of blouses you might want to check out. They've got the neck ruffles and shit." My throat suddenly seized up and I had to clear it before speaking, steering away from the uncomfortably emotional moment. Thankfully, Loki wandered off without as much as a word.
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curiousconch · 3 years
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Free Fall
Chapter 4 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)
Catch up here: Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Chapter Synopsis: Bryce takes Heather out to distract her, while a real threat looms closer than ever.
Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song) 
Words: 1.9k | Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller, Romance
Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / hints of violence, stalking
Author’s Notes: I always wanted to try trampoline basketball (not sure if that's the right term?), it looked cool on videos. BUT lockdown happened, so here I am manifesting what could've been a great date night alternative. I have also long imagined to bounce around in slow motion while the chorus of Fallin' All In You by Shawn Mendes was playing on the background. Hope I made the wait for this chapter worth it. Also, disclaimer: majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song.
Please let me know if you want me to tag you for the rest of this series. Thank you for reading!
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Jordan whistled as he walked through the off-white hallways, pushing a cart full of cleaning supplies forward. Although he knew that this was just a temp job, a means to an ends, it didn't mean he can't enjoy its perks.
His gray overall was already damp, as he just finished mopping the hallways of the building's seventh floor. He was heading to his last assignment for the day, which was also his favorite. His black sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor, but he didn't seem to mind. He was feeling accomplished today, seeing his art splayed across the local news. He gave himself a mental pat on the back, knowing he's running closer toward the finish line of his master plan.  
He adjusted his baseball cap before tapping his key card on the scanner by the glass door, then stepped inside the empty office. 
He cleared the tables of assorted food wrappers in record time. But there was a table where he liked to linger a little bit longer. 
His fingers grazed on the surface of the desk - she always kept hers tidy. He read through the pages of the medical books browsing where bookmarks were sandwiched in, trying to get an idea of where she left off. He then reached out to the purple bottle of hand cream on the left side of the computer screen, and pumped it to get a few drops on his palms. He loved the jasmine scent of it, reminding him of the same fragrance of the clothes in her closet. 
He tapped on the keyboard and the screen display came to life, revealing a picture of her and her mother when she was a teenager. He logged himself in, checking her emails. He found what he was looking for, and took a picture of the itinerary using his phone. He closed the applications and locked the computer, the screen display reverting back to the wallpaper earlier. He smiled sadly as he looked on, thinking what a waste it will be when her day of reckoning comes. It's a pity that she threw herself in the middle of a crossfire, so he had no choice. He felt bad for her, recalling the months of stalking he did to know her life. He always thought she was no different from him, alone in a city, no parents to turn to, no one but themselves to rely on. 
After switching off the computer monitor, he retrieved his cleaning supplies and sprayed a disinfectant on the surface of her desk. He was about to wipe it when he heard the distinct beep of the electronic lock, followed by the subsequent opening of the glass door behind him. 
"Oh, hey Pete," Heather waved at him as she approached. "Sorry for uhm, interrupting. I'm just here to get some of my books."
He tried to hide his initial shock, grinning goofily at her then stepped back from her desk. "No problem, doc. I'll get out of your hair so you could do whatcha have to do."
She smiled back at him. "No, no need. I'll just grab these," she took the bundle of books sitting on top of her desk, "and then these..." she trailed off as she unlocked the drawers and retrieved a small bottle of the hand cream and a few markers. She put the small items in her purse and stepped back.
"Thanks, Pete. I'll see you around," she bid him goodbye, hastily getting out of the diagnostics office.
Jordan followed her figure until she was out of his sight. He then approached the glass windows and slid his fingers in between the blinds, waiting until he saw her crossing the parking lot and got into a familiar silver Camry.
Aha, so you're with the ADA. No wonder he didn't see her with the special agent. She stayed with someone else. 
It was smart for her to stay somewhere he wouldn't expect. But it didn't matter now. Phase 2 didn't concern where she lived at the moment. His lips twisted into a sinister smile, knowing she never had a clue of what was to come.
Oh doc, I'll see you soon.
***
Bryce honked his horn the moment he saw what was cradled in her arms. "Nerd alert!" he shouted.
"Ugh, shut up!" she groaned, her eyes rolling as she dropped the books into the backseat of his car.  
"Seriously, Heath, you are such a dork. It's Sunday!" he said as he began driving out of Edenbrook's parking lot.
She snapped on her seat belt and leaned back, crossing her arms. "You are a hypocrite, Lahela! Deep down you know we are on the same league," she said as she glared at him. 
"Nope, not at the moment, I'm no hypocrite. Do you even see me checking my phone for emails?" 
"Psh, you're driving, you just can't," she ruffled her bangs, annoyed. "So, what's the plan here?" 
"Lighten up, Doctor Song, have some little spontaneity!" he shuffled his shoulders as he said the last word. "I promised to distract you today, did you not trust this handsome face when you said so this morning?" Bryce pouted in an effort to mock her. 
She huffed in reply, settling into silence. She did trust him. She trusted him last night when she poured out her heartbreak to him. She also chose to trust him this morning, taking up his offer to go out today. He gave a convincing pitch about what he had planned for the day. But really, Heather would take any opportunity to get her mind off from the incidents of the past two days.
Besides, it was easy to say yes to Bryce. She was comfortable around him. He reminded her of her carefree days before her life all went downhill. He balanced her out, his dazzling personality never failed to brighten up even the starkest days for Heather. And this was her darkest season in recent memory. It was just apt to let someone like Bryce shine upon it. 
So she agreed to leave at noon, but asked to swing by the hospital to get some of her books so she could catch up on some reading. She wanted to stay sharp since she'll be flying back to Maryland to continue her cancer research.
Now they're driving along the freeway, she had no idea where their car is headed. After almost an hour, Bryce took an exit and then a few turns, before entering a parking lot full of cars. 
"We're here!" he said as he tapped the steering wheel and turned off the ignition. She got out of the car along with him, staring at the white signage in front of the building. 
"Sky zone?" Heather squinted at him, a queasy feeling rising in her stomach.
Seeing her hesitation, he practically dragged her to the front door and pushed her inside. A sight of kids and adults alike bouncing up and down on various complex trampoline structures welcomed her. 
She'd never seen Bryce this giddy, who went straight to the reception to register both of them. She was left alone and dumbfounded. She had no idea a place like this in Boston existed. But all the laughter surrounding her made her suddenly excited. 
He pulled her into an area full of lockers, and helped her shove her shoes and purse inside an empty one. He shoved his into another beside hers. 
"So? What do you think?" Bryce walked up to the nearest trampoline platform looking at her expectantly. 
"You sure you're an adult?" she said sarcastically, chuckling as she said it. 
"Aha! I knew it! I just know you'll like this!" he teased. "Dibs on the first bounce!" he leaped onto one then did a backflip, as Heather watched in amazement. He did another flip, even posing midair to make it look effortless. Seeing him enjoying himself, she couldn't resist any longer and dived right in. 
"This... Feels... Awesome!" she shouted to him in between bouncing, trying to propel herself higher with each jump. Bryce simply nodded back, giggling with her as they alternated between bouncing and running to the different trampoline stages in the park. 
Heather never felt as exhilarated as she was at that moment. With every jump, she felt a piece of her heartbreak shedding away. In her mind, she screamed at the looming threats that washed over her the past few weeks. It was getting more and more difficult to hold on to the grudges that wrapped her heart. So she let herself go. She leaped on every surface, on every stage, on every setup. She bounced until there was nothing left of the anxieties that seemed to anchor her with heaviness in the past 48 hours. 
When she started losing steam, she lifted herself with all her might and leaped into a pit of sponges, savoring the few moments of free fall. She then stood up on her feet and went down, found somewhere to sit and rest. Bryce followed her shortly after. 
While they were sipping ice cold water from one of the vending machines, he watched her. She was lost in her thoughts, a pensive look in her face. He perked up when she finally spoke. 
"The metaphor isn't lost in me. I get why you brought me here." she punched his arm playfully, before wiping the sweat on her forehead with a paper towel. 
"I never doubted you'd get it," he nodded, his face turning serious. "Look, let me tell you a secret," he leaned forward closing the gap between them. "This is where I kinda sulk after I lose a case, or when my head gets caught up in a rut," he paused for a few moments, pursing his lips. "Look, I know you've been through some hard times recently, but in my gut I know you're tougher than that. You're strong, you're a victor, you always, always overcome. Even when things get difficult, you just leverage the situation so you could bounce back. If there's anyone who can emerge from all of this triumphantly, it's you. Because you know why? You're one hell of a woman, Heather."
He stopped himself from saying anything more and finished his speech, as he gave her an endearing look.
She was taken aback by his words, unsure how to react. It took her a few moments before it sunk in - that he was exactly right. When times did get rough, she always managed to rise above it. She didn't buckle. But she had a tendency to forget, not because she's overwhelmed, but because she buzzed right through every painful experience. She used them as stepping stones, as fuel to her dreams and desires. She only needed a rousing reminder.
And that's what Bryce gave her today. With her spirit lifted by his overwhelming encouragement, she placed her hand over his and gave it a soft squeeze. Without thinking, she planted a quick peck on his cheek. 
"Thank you, Bryce. Thanks for bringing me here. I needed this." she whispered, staring back at him. 
It took all of Bryce's strength to stop himself from kissing her. Instead, he settled on ruffling her damp hair, smiling brightly back at her. 
"Like I said, I always got your back." He opened his arms and shrugged, a smug smile pasted on his face. "So if you're done moping around, you wanna play some more?"
Heather can't help but laugh. 
They hit the trampolines again, with Bryce flipping himself and shooting into some hoops. They even had a contest, where they tried besting each other over dodge ball. They didn't stop until they got both hungry. He eventually drove them to a nearby food truck, and together they ate hotdogs and greasy fries in his car. Heather's friends called her while they were parked, inviting them both for a quick hangout at Donahues. 
As they drove back into the town center in silence, she couldn't ignore the tugging in her heart that this wasn't just two friends hanging out. Yet she didn't feel guilty or confused at all. That Sunday afternoon, she felt entirely certain that she was with someone who she was supposed to be with. It didn't feel forced, exhausting or boring. It simply felt good. 
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Ricochet AU tags: @eleanorbloom @ramsey-lahela
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1rosex · 6 years
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BTS Reaction to you confessing your crush on them
Request: I loved the angsty writing, can we pls get some fluff now of the members reactions to you confessing your crush on them?😭 Ty
A/N oops i got carried away
Masterlist
Jin
You were waiting for Jin to come out of practice, standing outside on the phone with a friend of yours. Today was the day you'd invited Jin to accompany you to the fair, your best friend, but also your longest crush. Jin came out of the building to meet you as you spoke to your friend over the phone. You failed to notice his presence.
"Yeah, I do like Jin. I know, I know I have to tell him. I will eventually! I hope.." You told your friend that Jin would be out soon and hung up the phone. You turned around to see Jin, his eyes wide. Your mouth fell open, but you were unable to say anything to save yourself.
"Ah! You ruined my plans Y/N!" He said dramatically as he turned away, his face red. You didn't know what he meant by that, but he didn't sound angry.
"Wait.. What?" You asked in confusion, wondering if confessing was the wrong idea.
"I was going to tell I liked you today!" Jin confessed, his face turning an even brighter shade of red as he made his usual yell of frustration mixed with nervous laughter. You couldn't help the smile from appearing on your face.
"Wait.. You.. You like me?" You didn't mean to sound like an excited little kid but you couldn't help it. Jin turned to you, unable to supress the own happiness on his face.
"Yes, Y/N. Ive liked you for a long time now. And I would have told you on top of the ferris wheel or somewhere romantic if I hadn't overheard you." He sighed.
"Well, I didn't ask you to eavesdrop." You joked. Jin shook his head.
"Well, now we can turn the fair into a date hm?"
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Namjoon
You were listening to Namjoon rant about how his crush at the cafe kept ignoring him, he sounded upset. You nodded, listening intently but feeling your own heart hurt to see your biggest crush talking about someone else who showed no interest in him. What Namjoon needed though, was something to help him realize that the person he should be chasing after is you.
"And then! I thought it was all going well, and suddenly she turns around and flat out ignores me. She just left! Without a word!" Namjoon threw his hands up in the air, looking very confused. You couldn't help but laugh a little at his cute frustrated expression.
"Dont laugh!"
"Im sorry Joon. She just doesnt seem interested.. I mean, if I was your girlfriend-" You froze when you realized what you had just said. Namjoon was pulled out of his own thoughts, his eyes fixating on you.
".. If you were my girlfriend?" He repeated, his voice soft. You wanted to deny you ever said that, but the hope that had appeared in his eyes urged you to continue.
".. I.. I would be happy to be talked to. I wouldn't ignore you." You said, daring to keep eye contact. Namjoon's lips were suddenly changing into a smile, his dimples appearing on the side of his cheeks. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying- I’m saying I like you. And I wish I was the one you had a crush on.”
"You don't know how long I've hoped you'd say something like that."
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Yoongi
In hindsight, playing Truth or Dare with your best friend Yoongi was probably not the best idea. You were both all worn out of dares, you'd already had him sing a whole serenade and send it to the group chat and he had you hide a fake rubber snake in Hoseok's dorm. The poor sunshine. Now, you'd moved on to truths.
"Okay Y/N, your truth." Yoongi tapped his chin and looked at you knowingly. How could he possibly think of anything? Yoongi knew you better than anyone.
"Who's your crush?" He asked, a question that got you off guard.
"Wait.. My crush? Yoongi, thats ridiculous. No way I'd have a crush and not tell you.." You laughed nervously.
"Hey now, play fair. You're lying to me Y/N." Yoongi had a smile on his face that was making you very suspicious. He was your crush. Why was he acting this way? Maybe he knew about it.. Maybe he’d found out. But how did he find out? However he did, you could see that he knew something was up and he wasn't letting you get away that easy.
"I'm.. Im not lying.."
"False. I heard you talking to your friend last night about a certain guy, and I want to know who."
"Why were you listening to our conversation?"
"Uh.. Not the point.."
You took a deep breath and looked at him. You needed to confess eventually.
"Fine. I do have a crush. My crush.. My crush is.." You were having trouble spitting it out. You were so afraid of ruining this friendship, but you knew you felt more for him. He sat there, patiently waiting for his answer. You couldn't anymore, you loved those eyes and everything else about him. "You dammit, I like you."
It was silent, and Yoongi's expression was impossible to read. You began to doubt yourself.
"Truth or dare, Y/N." He asked, breaking the silence. You looked at him in confusion, wondering if he'd even heard you. "What..? Dare I guess.."
"I dare you to kiss me."
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J-Hope
You never intended to fall in love with your best friend. But with his lovable personality and his selflessness, how could you not? He was the best person you'd ever met. You were out at a restaurant with Hoseok, acting as you usually did. Despite being just friends, you were both a very touchy and playful pair. The waitress smiled at you two as she set the menus down.
"Oh, you two are so cute together. There's a discount for couples today, I'll be back to take your order." She smiled.
"Oh we're not-"
"No we aren't-" You both started talking over each other, your faces red as you denied the accusation. The lady just laughed and apologized before leaving you two alone to look. You glanced over at Hoseok, he looked really nervous all of a sudden. Was it really that bad of an idea to him? Discouraged, you grabbed your menu and kept your gaze down.
"Wouldn't we make a cute couple though?" Hoseok suddenly said. You blinked in surprise and looked up at him.
"What.. Hoseok dont play with me like that." You frowned, thinking he was joking. But Hoseok just looked up at you with a serious look in his eyes, waiting for an anwer. You swallowed and looked back down.
".. Yeah, I think we would." You said, barely audible. Hoseok grinned, you hated that smile. That smile that meant he knew exactly what you were thinking, and he knew how to tease you till he got the truth out. He knew about your crush, you were sure of it.
"Do you like me, Y/N?" He asked, straight to the point.
You hesitated, keeping your eyes glued to the menu until he reached over and grabbed it from your hands. You slowly looked up at him. "I do Hoseok. I like you." The whole restaurant seemed to hush, you were afraid Hoseok could hear your heart about to pound out of your chest. But then you felt his arm around you, and his face leaning closer to yours.
"Then I guess we do get that couple discount, hm?"
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Jimin
You'd spent the whole day hanging out with Jimin, but now you were walking home and your time to say goodbye was nearing. Jimin gave you his goodbye and turned to leave as you called after him. "Bye Jimin, I love you!" You immediately froze in place. Had you just told your best friend you loved him? Oh, fuck. You didn't dare look back as you started to leave, hearing pure silence from Jimin for what felt like a long time.
".. What?" He eventually called out after you. You laughed nervously, then did the only thing you could think of. You took off sprinting towards your house. You heard footsteps behind you and Jimin calling your name, but you were running in blind panic. Suddenly you felt two arms around you and you yelled as he tackled you and you both rolled over onto the grass. You sat up, turning around to see Jimin struggling to stabilize himself after the fall.
" Wait! Sorry I didnt mean to tackle you- but that's not my point!" He said in a rush, looking dizzy. "Why did you run Y/N? What.. What kind of love?"
You sat there in the grass, trying to catch your breath while staring into Jimin's expectant eyes. "The kind of love that's not just between friends.." You finally admitted. You looked away, starting to get up. Jimin's hand was suddenly on your own, and you turned in surprise to see him smiling up at you.
"Then maybe we don't have to be just friends."
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Taehyung
You had been friends with Taehyung for a long time before you even realized you had feelings for him. At first you tried to keep them secret, but lately you couldn't contain them anymore. The way he smiled at you, his laugh when you said something funny, those moments he brushed up on you. You wanted more. One day, you two were laying down watching movies and you couldn't resist anymore. You were both tired from staying up so long, your drowsiness was clouding your judgment. You looked over at Taehyung, with his stupid, cute little tired eyes, and his stupid, perfect face. It almost made you angry how strong your feelings for him were.
"I love you." You blurted out. Your heart skipped a beat, everything seemed to freeze as you realized what you just said.
Taehyung despite being tired, snapped to attention and turned to look at you.
"You what?" He asked, the television illuminating his innocent brown eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to say it again. Regretting it, you promptly rolled over and pretended to be asleep to avoid his questions. You knew he probably wouldn't buy it, but you couldn't bring yourself to turn back and face him. It was quiet for a while, the only sound was the faint voices coming from the television. Suddenly you felt one of Taehyung's arms drape over your side, his head pressing into the small of your back.
"I love you too Y/N."
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Jungkook
You were sitting across from your best friend Jungkook, both of you absent mindedly scrolling through your phones. This is how you hung out most of the time. As you were scrolling, you found a video that made you laugh. It was one of those, "send this to your crush with no context" kind of videos. Jungkook arched an eyebrow and looked up at you. "You know the rules." He said. The rule, well the rule was basically that you had to send any video you found funny to the other person so they could enjoy it too. Your face went red, Jungkook was your crush.
"But.. Jungkook I can't do it with this-"
"Y/nnnn" Jungkook whined. You gulped. After a moment of staring at him, you sent him the video. You slammed your phone down, regretting your decision as you looked away. Jungkook watched the video with a completely blank expression, and as it came to and end he looked up you with an expression you hadn't seen in his eyes before.
"So do you mean it?" Junkook asked.
"Mean what?"
"The video."
"What video?"
"The one you just sent-"
"I didn't send anything." You lied quickly, and Jungkook stood up and leaned over the table at you with a smile.
"Y/N! Stop! Do you like me?" He asked, straight forward. You had no idea where his confidence was coming from, and frankly neither did he. You swallowed nervously and nodded silently. It was Jungkook's turn to be flustered now as he sunk back in his seat, trying to control his expression
"Does that mean.. we’re like.. d-dating?”
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Remember that drabble you wrote where Leon saw Violetta...doing private stuff? Can you write the same thing but in reverse? (If you accept drabbles requests ofc)
I always accept drabble requests even if I don't have a prompt ask going on. And, this is probably the third time someone had wanted me to write this very thing, so you know what? Let's give people what they want.
Leon sat in his room, looking at his computer. He was not thinking about a lot. He was just checking the youmix website, seeing if it was anything interesting there. He suddenly stumbled across a video of Violetta singing. He didn't know if he had seen it before, but he always liked seeing her perform.
He had been looking at the video for a little while when he suddenly felt... odd. He looked down and noticed something trying to climb out the pants. He sighed, smiling. Of course his body couldn't resist this. It's a miracle it didn't happen every time he saw Violetta.
Well... no one was around. He might aswell do something about it.
Slowly, he started to touch himself. He closed his eyes and let his imagination take over. Occasionally, when the imagination wasn't enough, he shot an eye at the video he was watching and instantly felt a swarm of electric feelings come through him.
Then suddenly, he heard footsteps. He stopped briefly, in case it was his mom. He then realized his door was slightly open, so someone could just walk in. And someone did.
"Hi." Violetta said, "Sorry for showing up unannounced."
"No, it's okay." Leon said, trying his best to hide his little situation.
"So, what are you doing?"
"Just watching some clips on youmix... being bored... you know? But now that you're here, I don't have to be bored!"
"Aww!" Violetta let out her arms, wanting to give him a hug. Of course she should get a hug, Leon thought. He just hoped he could hide the fact that he was turned on right now.
Luckily, Violetta wasn't someone who instantly stares at people's crotches, so she did not really notice. He was also quite careful as they hugged.
However, Violetta wanted to hug him even harder, and within seconds Leon suddenly heard a slight "Oh?"
"What?" he asked nervously.
"I just... do you have something in your pocket, or..." She then, much to Leon's embarrassment, looked down. "Oh."
"I'm sorry." Leon said, his face growing more red.
"No, it's not your fault. It's not like you can control that."
"I know, but... ok, I saw a video of you and I sort of got... you know, and then you came in and I just..."
"Leon, it's fine!" she assured him. "Wait, did you say you saw a video of me?"
"Yes..."
"Did I make this happen?"
Leon nodded. This made Violetta grin.
"Well, then i'm flattered. You're welcome."
"Thanks." Leon couldn't help to chuckle a bit.
"By the way," Violetta said, "Do you want some... help, with that?"
"Do you want to?" Leon asked. "I'm fully on board with that, but..."
"I am more than on board with that." Violetta said.
They exchanged smiles and kissed, before heading to Leon's bed.
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prettypincher · 7 years
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She Sets the City on Fire
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Request: A Sebastian smthye imagine with the reader being small and a part of new directions (I'm 4'9"1/2) and they are secretly dating and he sees some carry the reader during a performance and he gets jealous so he sings she sets the city on fire or closer (in front of new directions) and then he kisses them saying she's is his girl(?) -Anonymous
Pairing: Sebastian Smythe x Reader
Notes: PRETEND FINN IS NOT WITH RACHEL RN. Hope you like it!
“Babe.. babe.. baaaaabe!”
“WHAT?”
*record scratch/freeze frame*
“Hi. My name is (y/n) and this is my boyfriend Sebastian. I’m currently trying to study for the big history test coming up and someone is not being very helpful.” 
“Sorry, babe, but I can’t help the fact you’re incredibly gorgeous, you look completely adorable when you’re concentrating and the whole.. situation we have working here isn’t in fact.. working.”
“Yeah. I should probably elaborate. I’m in a club in my school-McKinley High-called Glee. You’ve probably heard of it. We’re called the New Directions and are currently in the middle of a legendary battle with Seb here’s glee club from a neighboring school, the Warblers. Somehow this little idiot convinced me that it would be a good idea for him and I to date.”
“I don’t know, babe. Even if I were the one to convince you, it was pretty easy.”
“Whatever, Warbler. So, now we’re hiding it from our teams because we don’t want any unnecessary drama between the already feuding clubs. Dating in secret definitely has it’s perks, but Sebastian doesn’t exactly like the fact that he can’t ‘flaunt’ me around in public. His words.”
“I just want to be able to show off my best girl like any other sane guy in this world. I don’t really care what your.. friends think of us as long as we can be together. It would be so nice to be able to take you out without having to always be on alert or driving over an hour away.”
“I know, honey, but I don’t think I’m ready to hear what they have to say. Especially Santana and Finn.”
Sebastian scoffs. “Finn? Why would you care what Finn thought? I’m sick of him always hanging around you. It’s time he realizes that you’re mine a-and taken and.. mine.”
“Aww. Is someone getting a little jelly there, baby?’
“No! I just.. want people to know you’re mine.”
“I know, Seb. We’ll tell them soon. I promise.”
“Ok. As long as it’s soon. I’m tired of sneaking. Although, it is kinda hot isn’t it, babe?”
My cheeks turned bright red. “Seb, hush! We don’t talk about that!”
-The next day-
“5! 6! 7! 8! And step! And step! And spin! And drop! And step! And-hey! Guys we have to focus if we want to win at Nationals and beat those wiry Warblers!”
The high and slightly squeaky voice of Rachel Berry rang through the auditorium as she directed the glee club and led everyone through their respective steps.
“Rachel. We’re working really hard and I just think that everyone could use a little break,” Tina tried to reason with the diva, but when does reason ever work with Rachel Berry?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know my passion for this team and club was too much for you. I just want to win. Us! I want us to win.”
Everyone tried to hide either their annoyance or amusement at their female lead. Most failed.
“Ok, Rachel. You win. Let’s run it again.” “Thank you. 5! 6! 7! 8!”
The first notes of Taylor Swift’s You Belong With Me reverberated across the auditorium and the stage came a live with song and passion. Mr. Schuester gave me the ‘role’ of Taylor with Finn as respective love interest. Go figure.
The glee club did a wonderful job of playing out the events of Taylor’s music video. Too good of a job. At least according to Sebastian who was hiding in the back of the first floor. He watched as his girlfriend was paraded around the stage portrayed as a love struck girl who had the hots for the exact guy he wanted her to stay away from. As (y/n) stole the stage, Finn held up the newly added male vocals. Sebastian could start to feel the anger and jealousy seeping into his veins. He was about to rage. At the end of the performance, Finn and (y/n) strutted up to each other and demonstrated a stage kiss. You know. The thing where the guys brings his hands up to girl’s face and places his THUMBS OVER HER LIPS AND KISSES HIS FINGERS! Sebastian was mad. He stalked out of the auditorium and made his way to the glee room where he knew everyone would be going after the performance. It was time.
The voices and laughter of the members of McKinley High’s glee club were nearing closer and closer. Sebastian recruited the instrumentalists for a very special performance. She Sets the City on Fire by Gavin Degraw began playing as the New Directions came into sight. (Y/n) was at the front of the group with Finn not far behind. They stopped in their tracks when they saw Sebastian standing in the middle of their choir room.
“Sebastian?” 
“What’s the devil doing here? In our school? In our practice room?’
“Hello to you too, Santana. I’m here to serenade my girlfriend so if you all could take a seat.”
“GIRLFRIEND?!” Everyone was very confused including yourself, but everyone surprisingly listened and took their seats.
“Everybody knows she's a perfect ten
And I'm hanging on tight til the whole thing ends
Cause New York sky don't get much brighter
She sets, she sets the city on fire.”
Sebastian walked up to the group and pulled (y/n) onto her feet. 
“Somebody told me if I'm not careful
Well, this one's gonna roll me
I got my hands full and this one's gonna own me and control me
I'm so mystified
She caught the last train last night, left another note
Saying "see you next time; miss me if you don't"
You look good in your bed; til we meet again
You went through my head and nobody told me so.”
The New Directions were all very confused. How could their sweet little (y/n) fall for such a cold-hearted jerk?
“Everybody knows she's a perfect ten
And I'm hanging on tight til the whole thing ends
Cause New York sky don't get much brighter
She sets, she sets the city on fire
She sets the city on fire
Burns like a million lighters
I'm going up, I couldn't get much higher
She sets, she sets the city on fire.”
As the song went on, the glee club actually started listening and watching. The whole time Sebastian was staring into (Y/n)’s eyes and twirling her around. He looked like a love struck little boy who had fallen in love with what he thought to be an angel. He looked.. kind.
“New scene, next block
She'll be jaywalking right across while the cops talk
Make you feel like a boss when your eyes lock
And you can't stop staring endlessly
She got the whole thing figured out; hits me where it hurts
And I know I might be swinging at a curve
I don't mind it, though, when the lights are low
She can hit the notes wearing my T-shirt.”
Sebastian ended the song with the chorus and everyone was either deep in thought or their jaws were on the ground. Sebastian then began speaking.
“Hello, New Directions. If your public school brains hadn’t caught on yet, (y/n) and I are dating. We’ve been together for 5 months and I felt it was time everyone knew.”
The choir room then exploded with yells and screams. Everyone was upset at because not only did (y/n) not tell them she was dating, but she was dating Sebastian Smythe-glee club enemy #1 and who Santana called Satan.
“Guys, guys! Calm down! This is exactly why we-I-didn’t want to tell you. I knew you’d freak out and basically forbid me from seeing him. It’s just.. I know he hasn’t been on your best sides.. ever, but I really, really like him. As in more then I’ve liked any guy before. He’s kind and caring and apparently overprotective and I love him. I just hope you can support me in this and trust that I know what I’m doing.”
All was quiet among (y/n)’s friends. For about three seconds.
“But (y/n), he’s the enemy!” “He has caused nothing but trouble for this team!” “Do you not remember all the insults and threats that came from his own mouth?!’
A loud whistle pierced the shouts and hollers of the enraged glee club, effectively silencing all the voices in the room.
“Excuse me. I’m still quite confused as to what’s happening here. Our little ray of sunshine, (y/n), has chosen the devil himself as her lover. That's complete bull!”
“(Y/n) was trying to say that she cares about all of you just as much as she cares about her own happiness. Actually more! She was scared to tell you because she didn’t want to disappoint any of you, but I’m telling you that there is nothing you have to be disappointed in her about. I love (y/n) with my whole heart. No one has ever made me as happy as she does. She’s loving and passionate and the cutest little alto I have ever met. She completes me and makes be want to be a better person.”
“And he’s gotten better,” you jumped in. “Sebastian has been nothing but swoon worthy throughout our whole relationship. Just a bit annoying sometimes.”
“Hey! I have been a great boyfriend!” “Yes you have, dear, but everyone has their own faults.” “Whatever,” Seb scoffed.
Everyone was watching Sebastian and (y/n) with mild interest and disgust.
“Guys, please. I’m a big girl. I’m not a baby like you all treat me.”
“We know that, (y/n). We’re just shocked you chose our competitor who has continuously tried to demolish us to date,” poor Finn muttered.
“I think they’re cute.”
Eyes widened and stared at Rachel as the seemingly traitorous words slipped from her mouth.
“What? It’s not because Finn has a puppy crush on (y/n). I know she doesn’t like him like that. Obviously. But haven’t you been listening to what they’re saying. They love each other. Who are we to get in the way of that?”
For once everyone agreed with Rachel’s statement. The last bits of resistance drained from the room.
“OK. We’ll support your relationship as long as you know one thing. If you’re doing this to mess with us, hurt our team or just screw up like every guy does and hurt (y/n), you’re are going to suffer. Do you hear me? I will make you want to have never been born, much less have ever met us,” Santana threatened.
“Message received, but my intentions with (Y/n) are completely- ok mostly- innocent. I genuinely love her and I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Ever.”
“Fine. Then we give you our blessing. Treat her well.. or you’ll regret it.”
“Ok, Santana. Thanks for you approval,” you tried to calm her.
“Whatever.”
“Thank you all for your cooperation. I was just ready to let everyone know that this angel is mine. I want her to wear my jacket, go on public normal dates with me and not have to hide anything.”
“I love you, my Warbler.”
“I love you too, my angel.”
“...you were a little pitchy in areas.”
“(Y/N)!”
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getitinbusan · 4 years
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Jungkook friends to lovers, angst and smut. Inspired by Lana Del Rey's California. Please leave feedback if you'd like more.
It was a rare rainy August day in California, the heavy drops creating a melody on the window as you put the dishes away. You were tired, lonely and the feeling you had in your gut kept nagging at you, maybe it was time to give up. Well into the second month of not making rent, it was only a matter of time before your roommates would stop exchanging house cleaning duties for money. Standing in the kitchen feeling stupid, It had taken way longer than it should have to come to the realization that in LA you were nothing, not pretty enough, rich enough, skinny enough or talented enough. 
Gathering up the mail that was strewn across the countertop, you shuffled through to sort priority. Junk mail, bills, personal… one standing out in particular. The penmanship was nice, black ink, unassuming envelope, but it was the stamp that caught your attention, it was sent from Korea. The top had already been torn, the letter having been read, was cradled back safely inside. Addressed to your roommate a frown crept onto your face, why wouldn't he write you? It was a ridiculously  hopeful notion but you widened the envelope and inhaled trying to find his fragrance, something to trigger a happy memory. How many times had you borrowed his sweater just to have his smell on your skin? Cool California nights were the best excuse to wrap yourself in his scent. You missed him, it had been a year and a half since he'd last come around.
It was too tempting to resist, your fingers pinched the paper inside of the envelope and pulled it free. 
"I'm feeling low, I don't know who I am, only who I'm supposed to be. What would life be like if I had stayed in California? We could all be roomates, hanging out and having fun, going to the beach on weekends. Does she even think about me? It sounds greedy that with how much I have right now, it's not enough, I would give anything to wake up everyday in bed beside her. I want more than anything to be able to talk to her about these things but I can't, I made the mistake of trading her for fame and now I'm destined to keep her at an arm's length so she'll never know the price I paid. How does she even see me now?  Just an Idol? Has she forgotten the days we spent together? I've been wrestling with myself, whoever that is. I wish I could be the teenage boy from that long ago summer again. I wrote this song thinking about it…"
~When I see you smile in the screen
You're good at everything
You're just perfect
Feels like I've never been you
Do you even see me?
Do you know who I am?
Or how do I look now?
You don't like me like that
I want to be your decalcomania~
"I'm afraid I may not get back for a while,  please write. Your friendship and thoughts of Y/N are the only things that are keeping me tethered to some semblance of reality."
JK
Clutching the letter to your chest your mind took you back to that day. "Decalcomania, the art or process of transferring pictures and designs. Making a copy of the original on a different medium"  You'd both laughed at the strange name, reading the description of the art on the museum wall during your visit so long ago.  
California had lured you into its promise when you'd just turned 14. Having been accepted to The Movement Lifestyle Studios intensive dance program in LA you left all your friends for the summer. You were going to be discovered! It was July and it was hot, the dancers stepping off the bus one at a time to take their places in the studio. Looking around there were so many older kids, you were probably one of the youngest. They called out names and put you into groups, it appeared to be by age and you made your way to the tiny gathering of four. Shy introductions were made as one more member was ushered over to where you had congregated, "This is Jungkook." He had the cutest smile and barely spoke english but his eyes twinkled like the constellations.
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Immediately drawn to each other you became fast friends. Absolutely exhausted at the end of the first few days he'd knocked at your door. He was homesick and lonely, used to being surrounded by his six members and he couldn't sleep well without someone beside him. You let him crawl into bed with you, you were 14 and it was innocent.  Inseparable, days were spent side by side and the others referred to you as the twins. It was the best summer of your life. Promising through tears to keep in touch and stay friends you went your separate ways. 
Jungkook would send silly videos of his practice sessions, goofing around with the other members.  He'd facetime and text but he always loved to send handwritten letters. They lived in a box under your bed and contained stories of how hard he was working to become an idol. He always signed off with an I miss you and a few lines of lyrics he'd written. You didn't know then how important they would become, the only tangible piece of him you could still hold on to.  
Whenever he came back to America you did everything you could to see him. You went to the small tour stops when they came through in 2015, KCon in 2016, but 2017 was different. Facetiming you with the news that they were bringing the Wings tour to NY, Chicago and Anaheim, he asked if you'd be part of the dance crew. How could you turn down two weeks with Jungkook? They were getting bigger, more popular and their lives were changing. 
Jungkook would sneak you into his hotel room so you could spend the nights catching up. He had rules, the fans came first and girls were 
not allowed. Even though it was just friendship it could be easily misconstrued, everything had to be done in secret. The boys would bring in food and cover for him while you both stayed locked away out of sight. While you were happy to be with him, you could tell there was an underlying sadness he was holding on to. "I wish I could go and explore the city with you, like we used to," his voice trailed off. You were laying in each other's arms cuddling on his bed.  Leaning over he kissed the top of your head, "All I wanted was to take you on a proper date. I've been waiting so long to become someone, to become a man worthy of your affection. Now I'm stuck, I have everything and I'm not allowed to share it with you." His arms gripped you tighter, "I'm sorry, this is a terrible confession. I don't expect you to love me back, not under these circumstances, I just need you to know, you're the only girl I've ever loved and there won't be anybody else, ever." 
You remembered every word of his confession,  every moment of that last night in the hotel room. The words of a 19 year old boy whose life had become bigger than the feelings of two people. He left in the morning without knowing, too afraid to tell him, you loved him too.  
LA became home right after the tour left Anaheim. Focused on dancing, if you became good enough maybe you could tour with him. A letter with a big bouquet of flowers arrived a few weeks later.  
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"Congratulations on your new house in LA! I hope that all of you are getting along as roommates, it's hard living with others sometimes. Last night I dreamt that I was there with you and all our friends, we were having a party on the beach and we sat together and watched the sunset. Remember after practice we would skateboard as fast as we could to the ocean so we wouldn't miss the colors? Maybe one day my toes can feel the sand there again. I miss you, I miss me… the me I am when I get to be with you. We are coming back in November for a few days and I'm hoping I can see you, I'm lonely already.   
Jungkookie
~Won't you please stay in dreams
I can hear the sea from far away
Across the dream, over the bush
Go there where it becomes clear
Take my hands now
You are the cause of my euphoria
When I'm with you, I'm in utopia~
When The AMAs came, all of your friends in LA were involved with the awards production. Your roommates helped organize the coup to steal Jungkook away so you could take him on a real date. Having enlisted Namjoon to help, the boys would cover for his whereabouts. The day before the awards they were only scheduled for styling, as long as he wasn't late for the press rounds the next afternoon your plan could work. It was Namjoon's job to get Jungkook out of the building. Telling him to follow his lead, Joon convinced the managers that Kook must have eaten something bad for lunch and wasn't feeling well, he was whisked away to meet you at the hotels back receiving door. Sitting in the shiny red rented convertible you tossed him a pair of sunglasses, what you wouldn't give now to see that smile again. Barely giving him time to get in you'd sped away heading straight for In And Out Burger. "Jungkookie, I hope your ready for the best day of your life! We're going to eat until we explode, drink and party at the beach and then instead of returning you to your 5 star fancy hotel you're staying the night in my crappy little house with a tiny uncomfortable bed!!" He laughed, so pure and happy, thinking about it now made you sad. Was that the last time he got to be his true self, Jeong-guk the man not Jungkook the personna? 
Knowing you only had one day to give him everything, one day to show him you loved him, you tried to make the best of it. Picking up the food Jungkook held onto the red and white bags in the passenger seat, sneaking his hand in to steal fries when he thought you weren't looking. If you weren't sure you were in love with him before you you certainly were now.
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Pulling up beside the tree on the beach he was stunned, "Ahhh Jagi, I can't believe you brought me here." Happy that it meant as much to him as it did to you, you both sat on the branch and ate. Two blocks from the old studio it used to be your escape, every break you'd make your way to the tree for a time alone, together. 
With the burgers done he turned to you and smiled,  it felt like he wanted to say something, cutting him short you pulled him up and back towards the car. Making your way to the Movement studio the students were starstruck when he walked in. After insisting that he teach some choreography, he reluctantly led the class. Your eyes were glued to him as he moved in front of the mirrors, no longer that awkward teenager but a full grown man mesmerizing you with every move. You were careless, It didn't take long for the photos to hit social media. Getting back to the car he stopped you before you reached for the handle. Putting his arms around you he pulled you in close, "You stink Jungkook, I think our next stop is the ocean" You remember pulling away, how stupid you were, you should have held on to him longer. Reaching into the back seat you revealed a pair of swim shorts and a towel. He looked disappointed that you kept interrupting his attempts at intimacy, but you had a plan and limited time to execute it. 
The Ocean was perfect, and the wind was warm, he came out of the change room with the shorts on but was still wearing his shirt. "Kookie, this isn't Korea, you don't have to be so modest here AND you may not believe it but when your skin is sunkissed… you look like a god." He raised his eyebrows and quickly removed the shirt at your request. Running into the water you splashed and played and he took great pleasure in picking you up and throwing you as far as he could. The sun was getting ready to set and you wanted to dry off before the cooler air set in. Leading him out of the water you both laid down on the towel. He put his arm around you under your neck and you cuddled into his side. "My god Jungkookie,  look at your abs!" He blushed like crazy as you traced the muscles on his stomach. "Stop, it tickles." he giggled. But you didn't, you kept tickling him until he held you so tight you couldn't move. He had you pinned and flipping you on your back he shook his wet hair flinging water droplets all over you. Pleased with himself he leaned in closer to you, his eyes asking for permission to kiss you. As the gap between you got narrower you could hear his name being shouted and footsteps running closer. He flopped onto his back and sighed as your roommates and friends piled on top of him. Eating, drinking and catching up with everyone you watched each other from across the bonfire. Moving from person to person he slowly made his way back to your side. "Welcome back, Kookie," running your hand through the back of his hair it was now or never.  Pulling him closer your lips finally met in the way they were destined, soft, slow and full of love. His hands instinctively moved to cup your face as the world stopped around you. "I love you," you whispered, nose to nose he smiled and it was the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. It didn't last long, his phone started going off incessantly. The managers knew, the photos and videos from the studio had been discovered online. "I'm so sorry Kook, I didn't mean for you to get in trouble." His eyes turned hungry as he grabbed your hand. "Let's get out of here, you promised I wouldn't be going back to my hotel tonight." If he was going to get in trouble anyway, why stop now?  
The drive back to your place was quiet,  adrenaline and hormones flowing like electricity through you both. The time for smiling was over as the seriousness of the situation hung in the air. It wasn't just being in trouble or being caught, but the fact that you both knew what was going to happen when you stepped into your bedroom. One act that would change everything between you, holding the power to change the dynamic of your relationship forever. Leading him to your room you closed the door and stood staring at him as he sat on your bed. He raked his fingers through his hair before he spoke, "I've never wanted anything more in my life than to be able to make love to you. BUT I also know that when I leave I'm not going to get to see you again for a very long time. Management is going to do everything to keep us apart and that won't be fair to you. I think that maybe we should just let our happy memories of today be enough, I don't want you to get hurt." 
Walking closer you stood between his legs and he wrapped his arms around your waist. "The only way I can be hurt is if I never get to experience all of you. I can't live not knowing how it feels to be totally yours if only for the night." He rested his head against your chest, "You'll always be mine," his hands traveled to the hem of you shirt and his fingers ran over the soft skin of your stomach. Undoing the button of your jeans he slowly slid them down your legs and you stepped out of them.  Standing up he lifted the thin fabric of your shirt over your head and you stood before him waiting as he took his off too. Unclasping your bra he sighed as he looked at you taking in your shape, his fingertips hovering over your hard nipples. "I've never done this before," he confessed. "Me either," you whispered, "So, I guess the bars pretty low." His giggles cut the tension before he pulled you on top of him onto the bed. More relaxed he let his mouth start exploring your body. You were goosebumps and shivers beneath him as his tongue found it's home between your legs. He was soft and careful placing his lips over over your clit,  sucking it in delicately until your moans couldn't be contained any longer. You could feel his eyes burning into you as he watched in awe as his finger slide inside you. "It's good Kookie, please…i can take more." He sighed as his mouth picked up speed and another finger slid in slowly. Moving your hips to meet his mouth you were unravelling quickly, "The way you taste is better than anything I had imagined." Circling your clit between his words you came hard on his tongue. "I made you so wet," he said, impressed with himself. "I need to feel myself inside you." Moving up to where your head lay on the pillow he pushed your damp hair off you face, "are you ok? do you need anything?" he placed his forehead against yours. "Just you Kookie, I love you so much, please… I want you so badly." Moving slowly he lined himself up with your wet entrance. "Tell me if you need me to stop okay?" He pushed slowly and you could feel yourself stretching around him. He watched your face and froze when he saw the tear roll out of the corner of your eye. "I'm so sorry, let's stop, I didn't mean to hurt you." He thumbed away the tear, "No, baby… I'm okay… I'm just so happy, so overwhelmed with how much I'm feeling right now" he smiled down at you, pressing his body closer as he gave another push until he was fully inside you. Your bodies fell into a beautifully choreographed rhythm until Jungkook was so lost in pleasure he began to move at his own pace. Quicker and deeper he moved until he finally spilled into the condom. 
You kissed, and kissed, and kissed until you fell asleep wrapped around each other. Every few hours he'd wake you up, checking to make sure it wasn't a dream, making love each time,  harder and faster. It was 9 am when he caressed you awake once more. "I have to leave soon, I don't want to," he spoke nestled into your neck just under your ear, "Please tell me to stay." Your heart broke at his words, "If I ask you to stay, I'm selfish, you'll always wonder if you made the right decision. If I tell you to go, your dreams come true… " your voice trailed off,  "and I'll always wonder if I made the right decision," he finished. 
Your phone started ringing and you knew time was up. It was Joon, "I'm outside, sorry, I held them off as long as I could. I told them I'd come get him so you could at least have time to say goodbye." Your tears fell out in heavy ugly sobs, "Okay, five minutes… and Joon… thanks, I know you're probably in trouble too." Hanging up you turned back, Jungkook was already out of bed with his clothes thrown on. He stood with open arms waiting, 
 "Thank you for yesterday." Laying your head against his chest you took a moment to listen to his heartbeat. You could hear him sniffle, and knew he was crying. You flashed back remembering that night long ago when he came to you homesick, holding you so he could sleep while he tried to hide his tears. There was a knock at the door and
Namjoon's voice broke through the moment "We've got to go Jungkook." Stepping away you'd left his shirt soaked in tears, handing him his sweater he pushed it back towards you, "keep it." He kissed you one last time and turned the handle opening it to reveal Namjoon. His Hyung put his arm around his shoulder and led him to the car.
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Turning one more time he eyes were filled with tears and he gave a small wave before getting in the back of the big black sedan. 
For months you pretended that management was the only thing keeping you apart. You held onto your silly notions until May, they were coming for the Billboard awards. For weeks leading up to them you waited for a message, a secret meeting arrangement, but you got nothing. His image was all over the TV and his voice echoed through you empty heart and then he was gone again. 
Now, here you stood in your kitchen, his letter bringing him to the forefront of your mind,  opening old wounds. He was just as sad as you but what could you do? Picking up a pen you began writing… 
I shouldn't have done it but I read it in your letter
You said to a friend that you wish you were doing better
I wanted to reach out but I never said a thing
You don't ever have to be stronger than you really are
And honey, you don't ever have to act cooler than you think you should
You're brighter than the brightest stars
You're scared to win, scared to lose
I've heard the war was over if you really choose
The one in and around you
You hate the heat, you got the blues
You're changing like the weather, oh, that's so like you
I'll pick you up
I'll catch you on the flipside
If you come back to California
We'll do whatever you want, travel wherever, how far
We'll hit up all the old places
We'll have a party, we can dance till dawn… 
October came and a chill was in the air, the smell of winter hit your nose and you stopped to take it in. Bundled in Jungkook's hoodie you threw your bag over your shoulder and began your walk to work. Movement had hired you on for a new intensive program and today you were going to meet your students. So many memories flooded your mind as you made your way through the familiar neighborhood. It still hurt but things were beginning to feel happy again. Writing the letter had given you closure, he knew how you felt and beyond that there was nothing else you could do. Opening the heavy door to the studio you caught a familiar reflection moving in the mirror writing something on the glass, It couldn't be? Hearing the door click back into place he turned to face you, "Hi." he walked towards you slowly, unsure of what your reaction would be, he approached with caution. "Hi," you were breathless, in the months of not seeing him he'd grown more handsome. "I can't change what happened… and for the rest of my life I'll be sorry for all of the time we missed." He was getting closer,  "But I can't take another day not knowing if I can fix this… somehow…" he reached for your hand. Pulling it back away his head fell in disappointment, "Jungkook, I can't listen to this… look at me," reaching for his chin you pulled his head up until he was facing you again. "I refuse to listen to you apologize for something that was out of your control. Your life was decided before you met me and I can only be grateful that I got to appear in some part of your story" he tilted his head and pressed a small kiss into the hand that was still holding his chin. "God I've missed you" he said as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. "How long are you here? I've got to teach class.. It's my first day but I'd love it if we could catch up?" He laughed at you and your knees buckled at the sound of his happiness. Taking his chance he pressed his lips to yours and you could feel the smile forming on his face. "I'm your private lesson Jagi, I've booked you for the next two weeks" Taking a step back you had to ask, "How Jungkook? What will you be giving up?" Pulling you back to his embrace he began to dance with you, "There is no more giving up… on anything. Our contracts were over and I only had one thing I wouldn't negotiate on…that's you." 
Holding you tightly he moved you to look at the mirror,  'I wrote you something"
The only thing I can do
In the garden
In this world
Is to bloom a pretty flower that resembles you
And to breathe as the me that you know
But I still want you
I still want you
"Y/N I promise I'll never let you go again" 
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