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wtf-yoongi · 3 years

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Let me drive. / JJK

pairing | jungkook x reader

summary | road trip + california + your koo 🥺

genre/warnings | fluff + light smut + established relationship + kinda shy/quiet jungkook

words | 3,522

note | okay so i had this idea almost a year ago and wrote around 5 versions of this since then lol i guess the stuff i write is *already* very chill but i have to say this is the chillest

If you could, you’d freeze this moment. This very moment. Right here, right now. Just as the wind blows on your hair, just as everything around you smells like sand and the sea, just as Jungkook’s smooth driving lulls you to sleep.

You look at him then. Focused on the curves of the road, a small crease in between his eyebrows as he is forced to make a particularly sharp turn. You twist again to look outside the half-opened window and all you can see are the waves coming and going, somehow closer when the car shifts — and it calms you even further.

It’s hard to fight the heaviness of your eyelids, but you’re determined not to miss any second of this. Everything looks perfect, all around you — you can’t take it for granted. You should cherish it, imprint this in your memory, take pictures with Jungkook’s camera now that he’s busy driving and can’t do it himself. It’s within arm’s reach, but you can’t find it in you to grab it.

“You should take a nap,” Jungkook says with an unusual air in his voice. It is deep, but dreamy, and you wonder if you’ve actually fallen asleep. His right hand leaves the steering wheel to lightly touch your thigh. “You didn’t have enough sleep last night.”

“You’ve had just as much as me,” you protest, turning your body to seat properly again and blinking a few times to wake up, eyes opening as wide as possible in between each of them. “Do you think we can stop for a coffee somewhere? I bet you need it too.”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s what you always say.”

You end up convincing Jungkook you should stop somewhere, even if that somewhere is the nearest underwhelming gas station. He takes the opportunity to fill up the tank, later going inside to join you and look for the most appetizing caffeinated drink. It’s not his favorite, and neither is the one in your hands, but it’ll do for now. You take the can out of his long fingers to pay before he has a chance to protest.

“How far away are we now?”

Jungkook’s head tilts as he follows you outside, eyes wrinkling while his brain tries to remember what the GPS said before. “Not much, really. Maybe a little bit over half an hour.”

“Let me drive, then.”

He throws you the keys without thinking twice, but mostly because you know Jungkook wants to take pictures of the road — he’s never been good at hiding things and, with you in particular, there’s no point in trying anymore. He’s been driving since you left this morning and you wonder if you should’ve taken over after Pismo Beach.

Maybe you should have. He looks perfectly content as he sits on the passenger’s side and reaches for the camera not a heartbeat after putting on his seatbelt. That’s when you know you should’ve said something earlier — he’s not going to ask you to drive if he can keep going. It’s the way Jungkook’s mind works: selfless all the time.

That thought melts as soon as you look to your right and he’s pointing the camera at you, bright smile only partially covered by the device in his hands as you hear the shutter. For a second, all you can see is him. Suddenly, all you care about in the world is how you can make that smile last longer.

Is it too greedy to want it forever?

The rest of the way to Santa Barbara goes as smoothly as possible. Jungkook is right — it does take a little bit over half an hour to get there and you’re glad it’s early enough for you to explore the city tonight. As you cross what seems to be the main road, filled with life, shops and pretty lights, you and Jungkook make a silent agreement to come back as soon as you drop the bags in the house you’re staying in.

To be honest, Jungkook was excessive when he chose the place. He said he wanted it to be close to the beach, with a pool he could swim in at two in the morning if he wanted to — oh, yes, and private. He repeated that at least three times while you were researching. In the end, the house isn’t as close to the beach as he wished it to be, but he agreed the pool was worth it.

When you land your eyes on it for the first time, you’re sure Jungkook made the right call.

There’s a host there to welcome you and you follow Mrs. Johnson around as she shows you all the little corners of the house. She is surprised to know only two guests are staying when the house could easily fit six, but nods with a warm smile when you mention the pool situation and the way Jungkook’s eyes lighted up when he saw the pictures. You also can’t miss the way he tries to hide himself behind you when you say that or the hand that travels down to your waist. You couldn’t see him, but you bet a thousand dollars a shy smile is in full display — dimples and all.

It only takes a few minutes for you to drag your bags inside, drink a cup of water and leave again. The house isn’t very far from the main road you’ve seen earlier and a walk after a few hours of sitting inside a car sounded like a great idea. Just before leaving, you playfully pull Jungkook’s bucket hat further down as he sits his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. Then, again, you wish you could freeze the moment, but only if you could attach an audio file with his giggle and that playful stop it with it.

There’s a comfortable warmth from all around you as you walk. The breeze is hot and, although the temperature is bearable, Jungkook’s hand in yours becomes clammy in under five minutes — not that it is enough reason to let it go, it’s just not the most comfortable and definitely not as pleasant as the feeling of his hands intertwined with yours midwinter.

You can tell Jungkook is excited. His feet are light on the scolding asphalt and he’s paying extra attention to every detail his doe-like eyes are able to reach — almost as if he’s also looking to imprint this moment in his brain. In fact, he could be getting help with that by taking pictures, but decides to leave the camera hanging by its strap on his waist for reasons you don’t quite understand. You also don’t ask, too happy to raise questions about anything.

There’s something about this city that makes you feel welcomed. It’s much like the charming towns you’ve visited along the coast ever since leaving the busy San Francisco a couple of days ago, but there’s something particularly special about it. You were expecting it to be filled with tourists enjoying their summer day, streets buzzing with cars and no available parking spots whatsoever only to be met by a steady rhythm of people walking, chatting and passing you by without a second glance. It’s less busy and more easygoing than you anticipated.

Jungkook also seems to notice that.

“I like it here,” he says, echoing your thoughts with ease. Jungkook’s head turns all around, taking it all in before landing his curious eyes on you. “I think this one is my favorite so far.”

You can’t help the snort that leaves your nose. “You’ve said that for every place we’ve been to.”

“Well, every place has been better than the last. What do you want me to say?”

Just as the words leave his lips, the elegant lamps lining the sidewalk come to life. You notice you’re not the only ones with chins up and surprised eyes — suddenly, you can point to every tourist standing within this block as locals move on with their lives as if nothing happened.

“Honestly, how can this not be my favorite so far?” Jungkook asks rhetorically, finally letting go of your hand to reach for his camera. He turns it on without even looking at the device, snapping picture after picture until he’s satisfied with the framing and lighting. “These lights are so pretty…” He comments as he checks his viewfinder. “Let me take one of you just standing there.”

He takes a few steps back to fit you in frame and you hear the shutter many times before he’s back by your side.

“Why don’t we get something to eat?” He suggests, quick to take your hand again as soon as the camera is back to its original place.

“That’d be nice. Craving anything in particular?”

“Food,” he answers simply and with a smile. “Anything you want.”

You end up inside a diner eight minutes from where you were. The reviews online were great and you can see the place is popular by the amount of people sitting when it’s still so early in the night. The sun hasn’t completely set, but you can already feel the temperature drop a little — not too much, you think, to forgo the pool later.

Jungkook eats like he’s been starving the whole day. One entrée isn’t enough for him, so he orders two and you feel like you should save some room for the burger coming in later. His fingers are greasy from all the fried chicken, so are his lips, and you can’t help but smiling fondly at him when he looks up from the bone he just sucked on.

Right then, you wonder how in the world you ended up with him on the other side of the planet — the odds were never in your favor, but everything worked out somehow.

Ending up on the other side of the planet was the easy part.

The walk back to the house seems longer. Maybe it’s the weight of all the food in your stomach, maybe you’re finally feeling the need to rest after another busy day driving and seeing new places — maybe it’s both. Jungkook seems to feel it too, lazily swaying your connected (thoroughly cleaned) hands, dragging his feet and showing signs of running low on energy. For a moment, you think it’s possible he forgets about the pool and decides to just go to bed.

However tired, his eyes light up when he sees the pool area like it’s the first time and you have to admit it looks incredible. The water is so still it doesn’t look real and small decorative lamps illuminate it all around, creating a peaceful and inviting atmosphere. You can see how spent Jungkook is by the way his shoulders seem to be leaning forward a bit, but, still, he’s taking off his shirt and mumbling something about changing into a different pair of shorts.

Maybe he’s right. A quick dip in the water might just be the thing to relax your body and prepare it for the best sleep of your life.

Jungkook is already in the water when you come back in a bikini — with his back pressed to the pool, head resting on the edge and hair a wet mess. His eyes may be barely open, but he still sees you and raises a lazy hand out of the water to invite you in.

“It’s surprisingly not cold,” he assures you, a comforting smile on his lips. “Also, it’s not as deep, I’m just not really standing properly.”

A giggle leaves your lips as you move to sit on the edge right next to where he is, carefully letting a foot in to surprisingly — as Jungkook said — not immediately remove it because it’s too cold. You just wanted to sit there for a while getting used to the temperature before committing to a full dip, but he’s not having it.

“Come on,” Jungkook whines a little, clinging onto one of your legs. “We don’t have much time before I fall asleep in the water and drown.” He snorts and you can’t help falling for his shy smile. “I want to hold you in the water while we look at the stars together.”

“We can do that tomorrow if you want,” you suggest, trying not to let his words melt you completely while you move to fix a wet strand of hair in front of his eyes. “We’re staying here for one more night.”

However, in true Jungkook fashion, he doesn’t give up. “But I want it right now.”

And, in true you fashion, you give in to him.

The next morning, you wake up with a heavy and warm arm on top of your frame. The heat from Jungkook’s body on your back becomes too much as the hours pass and the room gets hit by an increasingly hotter sun. Unfortunately, it seems like your brain can’t get your limbs to move away from him without regaining consciousness.

It’s past 9 in the morning by the time you stretch an arm towards your phone. Groaning, you try reaching out for the air conditioner remote, but it’s maybe an inch too far. Before you can wiggle out of his grasp, though, you hear a low objection, grunt muffled by your own hair and skin.

Softly, you mutter a few words. “Just a second, Guk, I really need to get that.”

Subconsciously or not, Jungkook eases the grip he has around your middle and you’re finally able to hold the remote in your hands, lowering the temperature and increasing the speed. After the few beeps, a minute passes and you’re taking a deep breath, happy to feel the cool air around your limbs.

“You’re shivering now,” he says, surprising you after a long and comfortable silence. Blindly, he feels around for the white sheets, fixing them on your torso all the way to your chin.

“I’m not shivering,” you assure him, uncovering an arm in a stubborn act. “I have a t-shirt on, it’s fine.”

He hums. “I’ll have you out of that in around thirty minutes. Don’t count on it too much.”

You smile, turning to him, but Jungkook still has his eyes closed. “Doesn’t look like it.”

“I told you: thirty minutes. Don’t rush, we’re on vacation,” he justifies himself, words lazy just like the smirk that appears on his lips. “Let me wake up properly.”

True to his words, you both rest for a little while before Jungkook starts making his move. You would’ve guessed he had fallen back to sleep from how steadily he was breathing just a few seconds ago, but you couldn’t have been more wrong — not when his lips are connected to the column of your throat and you begin to feel the weight of his body on your left side.

Suddenly, your whole world is surrounded by him. All you can feel, see and smell is made of Jungkook, from his hair tickling your face to the firm hand wandering around like it’s discovering your body for the first time. You sigh and moan a little when he marks you particularly hard or when his right hand moves to place your leg around his waist and you just know he’s satisfied. Jungkook lives for that, for knowing he does that to you.

There’s a light and soft laugh coming out of his lips before he turns to the other side of your neck, head stopping midway to plant a chaste and quiet kiss on your lips.

“Promise me we’ll stay inside the whole day.” He’s just slightly out of breath, a feat that doesn’t go unnoticed by you — not after he’s taken care of your left side like that. He’s always so dedicated. “I really don’t want to get out of the house.”

“If you don’t want to.” The words would be perfectly accompanied by a shrug, but his body weight doesn’t let you. It’s just the right amount of pressure to feel him everywhere and, if you paid enough attention, you’d be able to sense his quick heartbeats too. “Yeah, we can stay in.”

“Good.”

You can see his eyes sparkle before he’s too close to focus, head dipping in to take your lips again. This time, however, the kiss is far from pure, delicately but firmly moving to open up your mouth and work restlessly until you’re completely out of breath.

You don’t know exactly when he starts slowly motioning his hips forward, senses overloaded with him everywhere, but you can feel your whole body respond to it. When you sigh yet again and his name comes out in a whimper, hand gripping his neck like your life depends on it, he knows.

“Let’s get you out of this,” he suggests, now a little bit past slightly out of breath as he proceeds to lift the t-shirt up and up until it’s free and thrown somewhere.

You couldn’t check the time then, but, if you could, you’d notice exactly thirty one minutes have passed.

“Have you even applied any sunscreen?” You call out from the inside of the house, holding a simple and delicious cup of cold water in your hands.

When you’re thirsty, everything will taste incredible.

“No!” He simply answers, ridding his hair of the excess water. “I’m only staying for twenty minutes while you shower, no need for sunscreen.”

“Yes need for sunscreen,” you disagree, sipping your water one last time before rummaging through your bag in search of the light blue bottle.

You immediately feel it in your skin as soon as you’re not covered by the roof of the house anymore. It is, after all, almost lunch time and the sun is at its peak — beautiful, majestic and burning hot. It only takes a few steps for you to reach the border of the pool and Jungkook gets the message, slowly walking towards you in the water.

“Dry your face and shoulders, please,” you demand at once, throwing him a small towel that was hanging around one of the lounge chairs. Luckily, he’s quick enough to catch it before it falls into the pool.

Still, Jungkook complains quietly. “It’s just twenty minutes, it’s really not a big deal.”

“It’s not a big deal until your cheeks are completely red,” you argue, squeezing a bit of the product on your fingers and soon applying it to his forehead and down his blushed nose. “Look, it’s already rosy from the walk we took. You should’ve asked for the sunscreen earlier.”

“Okay, okay,” he begrudgingly agrees just as he closes his eyes, your hands running close to the eyebrows. “You know what? We should’ve booked this place for one more day.”

“You think so?” You ask, finally bringing your hands back and closing the lid of the sunscreen bottle. “Don’t dip your head in the water for at least a few minutes, please,” you warn.

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve been to LA before, we know how it is. I think I like it here more,” Jungkook explains, swimming backwards towards the middle of the pool. “We’re staying in a hotel for two days before going back home. A hotel doesn’t have this.”

“The hotel has a pool.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes playfully. “You know what I mean. We can’t have this in a hotel.”

“We can just rest for two days,” you suggest. “Wake up and eat and nap and eat and…”

He laughs and twirls in the water. “I hate to interrupt you, but we’ll be late for checkout if you don’t go shower.”

“Right.”

There’s something about being on the road with him that brings you nothing but peace. It must be the perfect combination of clear skies, warm winds, the comfortable silence and the freedom of being on the road. Even with a destination in mind, it doesn’t feel like you need to follow it through. You can go anywhere, do anything, stop the car in the middle of nowhere and stare at the sea for an hour if you want to.

It almost makes you feel nostalgic for something that is happening right now.

The road gets busier and busier the closer you get to the city. Around here, you can see the mansions up in the hills, the exclusive restaurants here and there, and the fancy cars accelerating past the maximum speed displayed on the road signs of Malibu. Still, when you slowly press the brakes to stop on a red light, it feels like you’re in your own little world.

It’s always like this. He’s there and, suddenly, it hits. Everything around you melts, there’s nothing else. Sometimes, when Jungkook’s in the room, it almost looks like he shines — to you, there’s a bright, golden aura surrounding him. It’s warm, inviting and irresistible.

Jungkook doesn’t say anything when he sees the corners of your lips tug up without a reason, deciding to just mirror them. Once again, you find yourself wishing you could freeze this moment — this very moment. Just as his smile reaches his sparkling eyes and an airy laugh escapes his lips.

“Baby, the lights have just turned green.”

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livefromphilly · 2 years

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Ricoh GR III Thoughts After Almost a Month

PROS:

They took an already small camera in the GR/II and made it even smaller. Yeah, they had to get rid of the flash to do it but honestly I never really used the built in flash.

The in body image stabilization is great. I can shoot 1/10th of a second with pretty much no issue for static subjects. Static subjects are like 90% of what I shoot so it works out perfect for me.

The touch screen for selecting focus points is a lot better than using the d-pad on the older GR.

The new lens seems super sharp so far. Combined with the bump in resolution and you can get a ton of detail out of this camera.

High ISO seems noticeably better than the 16 megapixel sensor from the old GR. Kinda already knew this tho; seems like it’s the same base sensor that Sony uses in their APS-C cameras (and sold to other camera makers like Fuji and Nikon).

It has highlight weighted metering, which means it pairs perfectly with my A7C that also has that. All cameras should have highlight weighted metering but I feel like it’s especially important in crop sensor cameras.

It turns on and is ready to shoot super fast. The responsiveness in that regard is some of the best I’ve ever seen.

The camera app is pretty much perfect for how I use a camera app. It connects to the camera easier than any other camera app I’ve used (this, Fuji, Sony, and Panasonic so far) and it can actually transfer RAW files to my iPhone unlike any of those other apps. This is SUPER clutch since Lightroom on the phone can do just about everything the desktop version can do these days and the processor in the phone is on a similar architecture as my M1 Mac Mini.

While the battery life isn’t impressive, it’s fine if you turn the camera off after you shoot whatever it is you’re shooting. It can also be charged through USB-C and an external battery pack, so that’s a nice benefit compared to the weird proprietary connection of the older GR.

They fixed whatever issue the older GR had where it wouldn’t show a very detailed preview of your photo if you shot RAW, so you had to do RAW+JPEG. Now it just works like every other camera I’ve ever used.

CONS:

You still have to switch it in and out of macro mode. Not too big of a deal since the lens focuses pretty close in regular mode.

While the 24 megapixel APS-C sensor is great, that 26 megapixel one in the newer Fuji cameras is even better. It’s also a Sony-made sensor so I’m not sure why nobody else uses them. The resolution bump isn’t huge, but I swear the highlight recovery and high ISO are both better.

I know a fair amount of photography but there’s also a ton I don’t know. Like, I’m still kinda unsure on what exactly causes moire. I mean, I get what things I shoot will cause it (repetitive patterns with fine details such as fabrics or screen doors for instance), but I’m not super clear if it’s caused by the lens being too sharp or the sensor having too high (or low) resolution or…whatever. Either way, this camera seems to cause more moire than other cameras I’ve used. There’s a mode that shifts the sensor around a bit to mimic an anti-aliasing filter, but sometimes random shit causes moire and I’m not aware of it until I’m looking at the files on the computer.

Manual focusing remains pretty annoying. I still think they should have made the ring around the lens do anything at all besides just fall of if you look at it too hard. Going from the Sony RX100 series to this you kind of miss it.

Speaking of things I miss about the RX100, the little pop up viewfinder would be perfect on this camera.

I didn’t buy this camera when it first came out. Honestly, I can’t think of too much wrong with this thing. I love it like I loved the original GR, and knowing how much I loved that one I’m shocked I didn’t pre-order this thing when it was announced.

SAMPLE PHOTOS:

(All sample photos edited in Lightroom Classic)

ISO 500 | f/2.8 | 1/400

ISO 200 | f/2.8 | 1/4

ISO 1250 | f/4 | 1/160

ISO 1000 | f/2.8 | 1/40

ISO 1600 | f/2.8 | 1/8

ISO 2000 | f/2.8 | 1/8

ISO 100 | f/5.6 | 1/250

#Cameras #Ricoh #Ricoh GR III #Informal Reviews of Cameras

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meltwonu · 4 years

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| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 | [CHAPTER 11]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, dom!seungcheol, daddy kink, fingering, oral(fem receiving), overstimulation, a little angst/mentions of theft, but some soft lovin for the masses after the last chapter 😭😭💕, also i think this goes without saying but just in case! There won’t be any Cherry Bomb chapters going up while Monster Mash is happening(same for the drabble game)! So this is our last chapter until Nov 6th!🥺 HAVE A GOOD WEEKEND!!!🍒

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - ?

“Well… Welcome home.”

Seungcheol shoots you a small smile from behind as he watches you trudge past him towards the bed. He toes his shoes off quietly before setting your things down by the sofa, a soft sigh on his lips.

“Seungcheol, are you really sure about this? Really, I can just get a hotel...”

He sits with you on the bed; arm draped around your shoulder as he tucks you into his side. “We’re really going to need to figure things out pretty quickly but… yes. I’m sure. I mean, even if it’s just temporarily until you can find a safer place to live in. Which, by the way, can we talk about that? If you’re okay with it.”

Biting your lip, you slightly pull away as you peer up at Seungcheol. He takes note of your puffy, red eyes; a frown of his own painted on his face. He could hear your sniffles the entire ride back home but he decided to not say anything, in fear of exacerbating the situation.

“I---It happened a couple months ago. Do you remember that week I was doing a stream per day as a thank you gift for my subscribers? Well, I stepped out one afternoon to run some errands and---and when I came back, the door was just ...ajar. But also, nothing was really missing? Just a few things here and there I knew I wouldn’t miss and my filming camera. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but the cops came by to take a statement anyway...”

“Didn't you stream that night though?”

You nod shamefully, “I know I shouldn’t have, but I figured since nothing stolen was really irreplaceable. And I had a spare camera I ended up using so I thought it’d be okay.”

The two of you sigh in unison, settling into the quietness of Seungcheol, and now, your apartment. “Well, I’m glad you’re safe. That’s the most important thing, right?”

“Yeah, and I’ll help with the bills and stuff, ‘Cheol! We’ll go halfsies on it, okay? I’ll pull my weight around here.”

You shoot him a shy smile as you wrap your arms around one of his. “Maybe I should take up Jeongguk with that collab stream idea…”

“Speaking of…”

‘Hey, it’s late but I need a favour when you’re free.’

Jeon 🥴: wussup u kno im always awake

‘Are you up for a trade?’

Jeon 🥴: why do u sound like jigsaw 😭😭

Jeon 🥴: also it depends

‘You help me move all of Cherry’s things to my apartment and she agrees to do a livestream with you.’

Jeon 🥴: the--

Jeon 🥴: just tell me when and where baby i got u

Sunday morning is a whirlwind of phone calls and favour-chains, big boxes and Jeongguk knocking early in the morning when he finally shows up.

“I’m ready to go whenever! Seokjin-hyung’s pretty upset he has to take my early shift but I promised him that I’d take his night shift and swore to never mention the time he broke the hot dog machine to Namjoon.”

Seungcheol turns to you, “So, I called the police department and asked if there were any updates and what we can do. All they could really tell me is that we’re free to go back to the apartment since they replaced the door and that they’ve already taken as many fingerprints as they can, so we can go get your things.” He pauses, “We probably shouldn’t try to take everything so quickly so we should go in and get your essential things and then just go back to grab the others later on, if that’s okay?”

You nod in response, making sure you have your things before the three of you head out. “My landlord texted me and told me to tell her when we get there so she can give me the new key.”

Jeongguk pops the gum in his mouth, heavy boots resounding through the apartment as he makes his way to the door.

“Let’s go get some shit!”

“So can we discuss the deal we got going on here?” Jeongguk bounces with giddiness from Seungcheol’s backseat, unable to sit still at the thought.

“Well, we can do two streams.” You take a second to turn around from the front seat, eyes locking onto Jeongguk who immediately leans in towards your face. “One on yours and one on mine. We’ll split whatever money we make and call it a day?”

“Wait a second, two streams? Why would he be on yours?” Seungcheol narrows his eyes at the road in front of him; knuckles tightening around the steering wheel.

He wasn’t even properly in a live cam and now Jeongguk was going to be?

“Oh, I don’t think Seungcheol-hyung would like it very much. Although I will say, my stroke game is preeeeetty good.”

“No, you idiots, not like that!” Seungcheol snorts from the driver’s seat just as you roll your eyes. “On ‘Guk’s channel, we’ll just game. That’s it. Keep it PG, y’know? But on mine… We’ll still game, just… with some added bonuses. I’ve already thought it out, okay? Just trust me. We can do it on Friday night and Saturday night respectively, so we don’t kill our schedules too much.”

The two males nod in return as you turn back around to face forward. “Which, by the way, thank you Jeongguk for agreeing to come and bring the heavy stuff with us. I really appreciate it!”

Jeongguk smiles, although you can’t see it. “Hey, it’s no problem! And anyway, I already might’ve told my viewers that I’d be having a special guest soon so...” He trails off sheepishly; a pale pink blush on his cheeks.

“Wow, well, I guess if there’s anything we should be thankful for… At least they didn’t take the sybian.”

“Ugh, hyung, it’s probably because they couldn’t tell what it was. And they probably didn’t take a lot of the sex toys because they were probably freaked out.”

Jeongguk’s voice gets quieter and quieter as he exits the apartment that you and Seungcheol were still in.

“What’s the damage, baby?”

You sigh as you sit down on the bed, rummaging through a box of personal items. “It seems like they made more of a mess trying to find anything of worth, to be honest. Most of the things taken were gifts and some of my toys but the ones that were still in their packages. Some of my camera and lighting equipment also got taken… Same goes for some of the lingerie sets you got me that were still in their packaging… ‘m sorry, ‘Cheol.” You pout up at him as he chuckles.

Seungcheol stands in front of you, tilting your head up to meet his warm eyes. “That’s literally fine. You can always get more of those things anyway.”

He kisses you gently on the forehead; fingertips threaded through your hair. “Hey, if you’re still doing a show on Wednesday, I’ve got an idea.” Seungcheol offers.

“You? Have an idea?” You raise a brow at him, unsure whether or not to believe him. But before either of you can speak, Jeongguk comes back, boots stomping loudly on the hardwood.

“Let’s talk about this another time, when we’re alone.”

The two of you take the next couple of days in stride as you settle into your new place; whether it was temporarily or permanently for you.

Seungcheol continues his normal work routine and to some degree, you find yourself even more bored without him. For a while, you contemplate getting a part time job, at least to make up some extra money for rent and so that you weren’t always at home alone.

“Hey, I’m back!”

Ah, perfect timing.

You meet Seungcheol at the door, already dressed in one of his shirts. “‘Cheollie~ Welcome home!”

“Have a fun day without me?” He asks, shucking off his jacket and shoes before making his way to the sofa.

“Errr, well, I had some thoughts… and some questions.”

“Okay, shoot.”

You sit across from him, eyes blinking in unsureness as he stares at you. “Well… I was thinking… about maybe getting a part time job? I know we kinda made a lot with the last videos but, it’d help me not be so bored when you’re gone and hey, extra money is always good, right? I can replace all the stuff that got stolen too.” Seungcheol nods in thought, “Maybe you can find a place that’ll give you early shifts so I can just swing by and get you after work. I’d say come work at the roller rink but I don’t think that’d be the smartest idea...”

“I’ll find a place! I was going through the job listings earlier and there were some promising places~” A weight feels lifted from your shoulders as you smile back at Seungcheol; glad that he seemed to be willing to work with you and what you wanted. “Oh and… about the show tonight? What was your idea? We totally forgot about it.”

Seungcheol laughs breathily, running a hand through his hair as he gets up from the sofa to head towards the kitchen.

“Let’s let it be a surprise. C’mon, I wanna try a new recipe from our cookbooks.”

You set up the cameras as per Seungcheol’s request, checking the viewfinder. “Are you sure about this, ‘Cheol? You don’t have to be on cam with me if you don’t want to…”

Seungcheol chuckles as he tugs his shirt off, leaving his sweats on as he gets onto the bed with you. He checks the viewfinder with you, making sure the angle cuts off right at his collarbones. “I’m sure, and as long as the cameras don’t shift, we should be fine. I wanted to try this.”

The unknown factor scares you a little bit, but you trust Seungcheol enough to know that he knows what he’s doing.

“Now, c’mere.” He gestures to you as you tilt your head at him. “But there’s still, like, 12 minutes until we need to start…”

“Yeah, but we’re doing things my way tonight, right, sweetheart?”

Nodding slowly, you crawl on your knees towards Seungcheol, stopping right in front of him as he leans in to give you a chaste kiss. You smile into it, melting under his touch before he pulls away.

“Turn around for me, baby.”

The mood shifts quickly when he slips into character and you can feel your heart racing in your chest when his arms wrap around your midsection. He tugs you towards himself until your back meets his warm naked chest.

“Daddy just wants to make you feel good, princess. Don’t you want that?”

The warmth blooms inside your chest at Seungcheol’s soft voice, “Mmhmm…”

You check the viewfinder to see half of your face cut off and Seungcheol’s head out of frame. His arms are wrapped firmly around your midsection before his hands start to roam your lingerie-clad body. “My babygirl’s had such a rough week. I think she deserves to be treated like a princess tonight.” You gulp as Seungcheol whispers into your hair; a content sigh on your lips when he cups your breasts in his palms.

“Let me make you feel good, okay?”

You lean your head up against his shoulder as his fingertips continue to roam; letting him take the reins.

He slides your bra straps down your shoulders gently, kissing the skin before he slides the material from you. His hands find their way back to your breasts, squeezing them in his hands as you mewl. “S--Seungcheol…”

His eyes flit to the clock on the wall. “Looks like it’s time, sweetheart.”

Nodding, you lean away from his touch for a second as you click the red button on your laptop screen that indicates you were live. It gives a countdown of three seconds just as you situate yourself back in Seungcheol’s lap.

gentleman_josh95: whoa what

universe_WZ: yo wait

angelhan: ????

kitty_junjun has donated $69

kitty_junjun: for my favorite couple

“H--Hi guys…” You whimper; lips falling into a silent moan when Seungcheol pinches your nipples between his fingers. “I--I, um, a-ah, daddy wanted to s-start early so…”

sleepy_wonu: ….interesting

sleepy_wonu has donated $50

therealchan99: btw u didnt have a show on sat! everything okay?

“Ah, ye---yeah, just, some stuff came u-up, is all. Sorry!” You shoot the camera a sheepish smile, hoping that nobody else presses for more.

Seungcheol notices the way you tense up in his hold as he kisses the crown of your head.

“Daddy’s taking care of it now, isn’t that right, babygirl?” The comments and donations flood the screen as Seungcheol talks; questions of who he was and comments about the previous videos still lingering in your viewers minds as they continue to praise the two of you.

He takes your distraction as an opportunity to ghost his hands down your torso until they flit along the edge of the waistband of your panties.

“Spread your legs a little more, baby. Let them see how wet your panties are getting.”

sleepy_wonu: seems like daddy dom.cheol finally got his hands on you huh lol

sleepy_wonu: somehow i knew you’d make a good pair.

tangerine_kwan: the--------------

hoshi_tiger_xx: wait how r u sure

chwenon: actually.... 🥴🥴🥴

sleepy_wonu: i mean, do u see him in here? Isnt it weird he hasnt donated yet?

alphagyu97: goddamn he rly went from private show to actual fucking?

alphagyu97: … living his best life, i cant even complain

For a second, you want to respond, but you let the comments go on to see what else they had to say before chiming in.

A blush blooms on your cheeks when Seungcheol ghosts his fingers over your panties; hips rising off of the bed when he presses into the growing wet patch on the material. He chuckles lightly as he, too, reads over the comments.

“Guess we’re caught, huh?” You can’t help but giggle at Seungcheol’s lighthearted approach to them finding out; glad that he seemed to be okay with it.

chwenon: bruh he said stroke game on ✨x-games✨

xcaliburDK: wait so r u guys gonna be on cam together regularly now?

artist8hao: damn, shouldve known he was packin

“Erm… we--well, not necessarily! He’ll, maybe, join me for some here and, mmh, there but… but that’s it for, ah, n-now..”

Seungcheol drags his fingers up and down your folds through your panties as the material starts to stick to you like a second skin. He noticed you’d hit your show minimum where you usually liked to really start your show, moments prior.

“But for today, I thought I’d take it slow with our babygirl. Let her feel nice and good after her long week.” He checks the viewfinder one more time to make sure everything’s okay before he drags his fingers back to the waistband of your panties as he starts to push them down. “Help me get these off of you, sweetheart.”

You replace his hands with yours as you shimmy the soaked material down your legs until you can kick them off.

Spreading your legs, you make sure you’re directly in the camera’s views as Seungcheol brings his fingertips down to your soaking cunt. “Look at her. I’ve only been touching her for a little while and she’s already so fuckin’ wet for me.”

tangerine_kwan: fuck, give her what she wants

artist8hao: sink those fingers into her tight pussy just like what she likes

Seungcheol drags his fingers through your wet folds teasingly slow as you whine. “M-more… daddy…” He hums in response, middle finger on your clit as he rubs slow circles. Your eyes slide close at his gentle touch, body filled with warmth as you rest against him. You even momentarily forget that the two of you were being watched live; if not for the sounds of donations and comments pouring out of your speakers.

“Babygirl, don’t you have an announcement for your viewers?” He grins against your hair just as he runs his fingers through your wetness again; this time, positioning two fingers at your entrance as he slowly sinks them into you.

He starts a slow pace as he pumps them inside of your warm walls, curling and scissoring them as you clench around the digits.

“A-ah, y--yeah, this Friday I--I’m doing a collab stream on--on, ngh, G-Golden Closet Gaming and, fuh--fuck, on Saturday we’ll be doing a collab stream on, hah, my ch--channel!”

xcaliburDK: wait u kno gcg too?

therealchan99: threesome?

angelhan: wow this channel is growing so fast

“N-no, ah, d-daddy wouldn’t like that very m-much but, mmh, it’s---it’s for a good reason! I promise~!” You let out a choked sob just as Seungcheol starts thrusting his fingers faster; heels digging into the sheets as your legs threaten to clamp shut.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep your legs spread, baby. They have to see your pretty ‘lil cunt stretched wide around my fingers.” He kisses your hair once more before he ever so slowly adds a third finger, pumping them into you slowly. Your nails dig into his thighs at the fullness you feel, hips bucking up as you meet his fingers.

“O-oh my god, ‘m suh--so full!” You whimper, eyes clamped shut.

You already feel yourself close to an orgasm as your thighs start to shake. Seungcheol takes notice of the way your pussy gets tighter around his fingers and the way your breath becomes more stuttered as he curls his fingers inside of you.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Get my fingers nice and wet.” Seungcheol coos.

“D---daddy!”

The donations and comments flood the screen with words of praise as your orgasm washes over you; back bowing away from Seungcheol as your body locks up in his lap. He places the pad of his thumb on your clit as he starts rubbing circles on the swollen nub, laughing lightly when your thighs clamp shut around his arm.

universe_WZ: so fuckin pretty when she cums

alphagyu97: a sweet babygirl getting what she deserves

Small cries fall off your lips as the oversensitivity starts to bite and you bring your hand to Seungcheol’s forearm as you whine and try to push his hand away. “Mmh… ‘m sensitive now…”

He nods gently as he slowly eases his fingers out of your soaking pussy. “Spread your legs.”

You shakily follow his orders as you catch your breath; shaky legs parting for the camera to see. Seungcheol brings his wet fingers to your lips as you start to lick and clean them of your wetness.

kitty_junjun: fuck and she’s such a good girl too

universe_WZ: a good babygirl who knows how to clean up her messes huh

Seungcheol clears his throat, adrenaline rushing through his veins, “I want you to cum one more time for me, baby. Think you can?” You blink sleepily at the camera, foggy eyes already noticing you’d somehow made twice as much in this show despite Seungcheol not being any of the donators.

“I---I think so, daddy…”

He nods, gulping as he slowly starts to move from behind you. “Good, because you’re gonna cum on my tongue for everyone now.”

Arousal pools in you at Seungcheol’s words and you shoot him a panicked look when he gets up from the bed. He smiles at you softly, rounding the bed and entering the camera’s view with the back of his head showing.

“Lean up against the pillows, sweetheart. Let them see your cute face when you’re cumming on daddy’s tongue.”

angelhan: blue hair huh

sleepy_wonu: lol tryna keep tabs so u kno who to look for?

alphagyu97: maybe

therealchan99: yes but no

Seungcheol takes a deep breath before he lays on his stomach between your legs, hands on your thighs as he places them over his shoulders. He’s slightly nervous; if only because he’s worried he might accidentally show his face. But he steels himself, smiling up at you once before he leans in, tongue already flicking at your sensitive clit before you can even properly get situated.

“Oh, f-fuck!” Your hands immediately tangle into Seungcheol’s hair as you throw your head back against the pillows.

This time, he doesn’t start slow; his plump lips around your clit as he sucks hard. “D--Daddy, please!” You whine as you dig your heels into his back and Seungcheol is quick to laugh against your skin. He kisses your clit; smirking when you jolt under his touch.

“What’s wrong, baby? Too much? Do you want me to stop?” He lets you catch your breath as you slowly bring your head down to look at him; bleary eyes focused on his wet lips and twinkling eyes.

“N-no… jus’ wanna c-cum again…’m really close already ‘cause ‘m sensitive...”

Seungcheol hums, leaning in closer as he drags his tongue from your clit to your entrance, slightly dipping his tongue in as you moan above him. He repeats this process a few times, teasing you as you whine and squirm.

xcaliburDK: goddamn her expressions are so cute

chwenon: she rly does look good like this

hoshi_tiger_xx: better than her toys

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $75

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

You get lost in the pleasure, already on the brink of your second orgasm when Seungcheol sucks your clit back into his mouth. He draws you in closer by your thighs when he feels you shaking under his touch; doubling his efforts when he can already feel your body start to lock up.

Seungcheol flattens his tongue against you, dragging his tongue up and down in hard strokes.

“Fuck, daddy, I’m---I’m c-cumming!”

Tears wet your lashes as you cum hard on his tongue; fingertips locked tight in his hair as your hips cant up into his mouth. He lets you do as you please, letting you ride his tongue as you take your pleasure from him.

The sounds of donations and comments pour in from behind Seungcheol’s back and he has an itching feeling that the shows in which he actually appeared were going to be more popular from now on.

Not that he’d complain.

Your soft cries from above pull Seungcheol from his thoughts as he slowly eases his tongue off of you; kissing your sensitive clit one last time as you squirm.

“Nooooo~” You cry, pushing his head away as he laughs.

“It was nice meeting you all~” Seungcheol comments as he slides out of view of the camera. “I’ll let you take it from here, sweetheart.”

You smile tiredly at Seungcheol, wiping the sweat from your brow as you close your shaky legs.

“Thank you, daddy~”

“Did you still want to get a part time job? I mean… these numbers…”

Muttering, Seungcheol turns off all the lights before he slides under the bedsheets with you, laptop dead-center as the two of you look at the amount of donations you’d made from the single live show.

“Yeah, I think it’d be fun! And anyway, I might’ve already found a place! And with a friend!” You grin at him just as you slam your laptop shut; confusion painted on his features even in the darkness.

“A friend? And where?”

“’Dynamite’! With Jun!”

Seungcheol snorts, flopping into his pillow. “You serious? Why there?”

You snuggle up to his side, resting your head on his arm as you stare up at his side profile. “They’re hiring, Jun would know my schedule the best, and I’d have someone familiar with me.” Pausing, you smirk up at him even if he can’t see it. “And they probably have cute little pastel diner outfits… With a cute ‘lil skirt… And if I bend over enough for you, maybe you’ll see my cute ‘lil panties that are already wet just thinkin’ about you… ‘n maybe you’ll have to take me back to your car and fuck me in your backseat and cum all over my cute outfit.”

Seungcheol nods in though, images of you bent over the hood of his car with your panties pushed to the side as he fucks you in the parking lot; the risk of everyone seeing you making his cock throb in his sweats.

“Hmm... Touché.”

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both sides of the viewfinder ch. 2

adult film star!bruno x afab!reader (they are also gn)

18+ content

chapter 1 || chapter 2 || chapter 3 || chapter 4

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A/N: okay so this story is actually 4 chapters long now, the 2nd chapter was way longer than i would have liked (and taking too long to edit all at once) so i split it in half

um ig that's it, there’s a cheating scenario porn being filmed this chapter, like its literally the beginning of this chapter so warning for that

other than that i hope you like the chapter!

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You hold back the laugh in your chest and try your best to keep a relaxed face. But you didn't have great control when it came to stuff like this and realized quickly in life that you probably wouldn't make it as an actor. However the director still thought it was fine to put you in as an extra with speaking parts.

He said your acting didn't need to be believable or good just that you need to say the lines. That was objectively true--it was porn--but if you cracked a smile people would definitely notice.

You were playing the oblivious person having a conversation with your "best friend". And said friend was getting railed in the shower by your boyfriend who was being played by Bruno. Why you were trying to have a serious conversation while she was showering was completely lost on you. But it didn't have to make sense.

You stare at yourself in the mirror above the sinks. The way the restroom was set up had the shower and toilet in its own separate, little room. So it wasn't completely easy to tell what your friend was really up to.

"My boyfriend's been acting strange recently," you say. You try to sound down but come off more inconvenienced.

"What do you mean?"

The door to the shower room was open so you could hear your friend well even with the water running. So of course you notice her voice wobble at the end. You can't tell if she added that intentionally or if Bruno found a particularly good spot. You ignore it though since you weren't actually supposed to notice anything just yet.

"He doesn't seem very interested in me anymore? Like he doesn't want to have sex with me. And it's kinda weird since he always wanted to before!"

"Ah--!"

“Huh?” you reply, genuinely confused. That wasn't on the script but you knew pretending you didn't hear it would be worse.

“Ahhh, maybe something has been upsetting him recently?” she suggests.

"Oh...perhaps you're right." You move to pull out your phone from your pocket. "It's been bothering me so much so maybe I'll call him right now--"

"D-Don't stop!"

You turn towards the shower room. "What? Are you good? You sound like you're exercising in there."

"Yes yES--I'm good! Just hot in here…"

That sounded so real and it has you wondering what the hell Bruno's doing.

You pause for a split second too long and almost forget to say your next line. "Uh so you...don't want me to call him?"

"No, don't call him. You should s-speak to him in person!" Your friend seemed to finally get her voice under control.

"Oh! That's definitely a better idea." You put your phone away. "I think I'll head home now actually and wait for him. Thanks for hearing me out!"

With that you exit the bathroom set and breathe a sigh of relief. Now all that was left to do was wait for filming to finish and then you could head home for the day.

You join the crew and from where you're standing you can easily watch the two actors go. It was actually kind of nice to watch.

While you stare, Bruno seems to glance in your direction. You raise a brow, wondering why he looked over here and turn around to look behind you, but there's nothing of note there.

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"You're not going home yet?"

You turn in your chair. Bruno stands at the door watching you with crossed arms.

"Nope. I'm finishing this up for one of the editors--they weren't feeling well--and I don't want to take it home with me."

"I see," he says. He then walks in the room and pulls up a chair next to you which catches you off guard.

"You don't have to stick around! I'm probably gonna be here up until midnight."

"That's okay. I don't want to leave you here all alone. What are you editing anyways?"

"Well I'm working on one of your porns. The one you did last week."

Bruno leans forward, getting in your space, to see the screen.

"Ah, the one with Leone! That one was really nice, but I always enjoy working with him."

"Yea the two of you have great chemistry."

Abbacchio was a grumpy bitch but somehow the two of them got along pretty well. Bruno seemed to get along with most people easily though.

The man places his elbow on the desk and rests his head in his hand.

"So did you like it?"

"Like what?" you ask.

"The film."

The look in his eye was one that was quite familiar but why it was there, you weren't completely sure.

You feel your heart skip a beat. "I mean...I did."

Bruno smiles and you immediately feel yourself getting hot.

"What did you like about it? If you don't mind me asking."

A small smile comes to your lips. "W-Well you're in it, that's one. I like when I can tell the actors are genuinely having a good time. And both you and Abbacchio are attractive. Your m-moans were pretty nice too."

"They sound better when they come naturally hm?"

"Can't disagree with that!"

You turn your attention back to the screen. As much as you'd like entertaining Bruno you still need to get this done.

"You seem less reserved in person compared to when we message on Twitter."

"Really? It's usually the opposite for people…" you say.

"I know that's why I find it interesting." The man pauses for a moment before talking again. "Remember when you said you watched some of my work?"

You nod.

"For fun?"

You raise a brow but still answer. "I like to judge the camerawork, but sometimes I do for fun.”

Even though you were kind of over porn, there were the few times that you used it to help get off. And when you did you usually found yourself seeking out media involving Bruno.

Bruno lets out a laugh. "That's good to know."

You purse your lips at his smug expression. The man is definitely trying to mess with you. Of course you didn't mind some teasing but being the only one receiving wasn't your forte. Also you didn't want to be here all night.

"I need to finish this. You can stay but you can't keep distracting me like that..."

"Of course."

You look at him warily before getting back to work. Even though Bruno didn't really seem it, he definitely had a mischievous side.

The man watches the screen (and sometimes you), keeping you company with more innocent chat while you work. It actually makes time pass by faster.

You end up finishing earlier than you expect and thank Bruno for staying with you. The man offers to drive you home but you decline and take the bus instead.

The moment you're in your bedroom, your body hits the bed--no night routine or clothes change. You'd just have to deal with it in the morning.

It barely feels like you've been asleep before you hear your alarm go off. You grab your phone and shut it off.

Sighing, you risk closing your eyes for a few more seconds. You weren't ready to go back to work but after a minute you force yourself out of bed and stretch.

You head straight to the bathroom to start your day by brushing your teeth and multi-task with your phone--checking your work email and replying to any missed messages that you didn't get to last night. Other than that your morning starts off pretty uneventful.

While you're eating breakfast you get a message on Twitter.

Bruno: Morning.

You reply with your own good morning. The message surprised you but it was a pleasant one.

Bruno: How are you feeling? Not too tired I hope.

You: i'm okay now that i've had some coffee

You: how's your day going so far?

Bruno: The usual. I'm walking over to a restaurant nearby to get something to eat.

You: ooo sounds yummy 😋

You: what ya gonna get?

Bruno: I'm not sure yet but I'll send a picture when I do.

you: noo i'll be jealous, i'm literally eating cereal right now. but also please do send it

Bruno: I can bring you a to-go box if you want.

Your spoon stops halfway to your mouth.

You: i mean it's still good cereal so you don't have to

Bruno: It's fine. I like feeding people, at least that's how one of my friends phrased it!

You: well…..okay 👉👈

You: thanks ❤

Bruno: You're welcome.

Bruno: ❤

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"Off day today?" you ask.

Bruno drags his fingers through his hair and sighs. Other than that, he doesn't show any frustration.

"I planned for today to be short, then I could head home but as you can see it's not really going as planned. And all these lights…." He looks at you. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're tired too."

"No, no it's okay. It’s totally my fault! We can take a break if you want?"

The studio had been dabbling with more amateur work lately so the director had left you and Jocelyn to handle this, and Jocelyn had decided it would be fine if you were on your own for this film. You weren't sure why you agreed since you had only been here about a month at this point and didn't feel completely comfortable. But you did and it was proving to be very nerve wracking. It affected your work and dragged this out longer than necessary.

“And honestly, I should probably take one too," you add.

Bruno agrees and you grab the man's robe and place it on his shoulders. While He slips back on his briefs you turn to the small crew.

“Guys lets take a 15 minute break.”

Everyone gives their okays and most of the crew leaves the room while a few check the equipment or their phones.

You tell Bruno where you're going and head outside to get some fresh air.

You try to use the time to relax but instead end up walking back and forth, worrying about the film and Bruno. The man was still able to act the part but you stopping and going so often was definitely affecting his performance. And you really didn't want him to have to act out every motion.

You stop walking and lean against the wall of the building. While waiting for the break to end you see someone approaching from the parking lot. The editor you helped before when they weren't feeling well.

You push yourself off the walls and meet them part way with a greeting.

"Hey Eli."

"What's up ____...You good? You look kinda stressed."

"I guess I am. Sorry for asking so suddenly but could you do me a favor?"

"What type of favor?"

"I'm supposed to film this amateur video of Bruno masturbating, and I've been having a hard time for some reason. I don't want to keep Bruno trapped here all day for something like this. But I don't know if my shots are usable...Do you think you can check for me?"

They hum in thought. “____ I'm going to be honest with you. It sounds like you're overthinking this. I mean, it’s called amateur for a reason. It doesn't need to be super high quality or “perfect” shots! That's probably why they let you direct it on your own."

At that moment everything clicked.

"I didn't mean it in a bad way though!"

"No, you're right. Thanks!"

You leave before they can respond and head back to the set room. On your way there, you go find a different camera. Something smaller and less complicated that will still capture good quality shots--perfect for what you were about to do.

When everyone returns from their break you have most of the lights brought down and let the whole crew go.

"Bruno I know you do videos on your own. So we're pretty much gonna do it like that now. Except that I'm here...uh.” You laugh. “You know what I mean."

Bruno smiles at the camera in a way you could only describe as cute.

"I understand. I’m ready to go whenever you are."

You nod and give the signal.

Right away, his light smile transforms into something more alluring. He leans back on the multiple soft pillows set against the headboard and lets out a relaxed sigh.

You give Bruno a moment to prepare himself and when you see the outline of his cock already hardening through his briefs, you internally breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's been awhile since I've last done this."

He props a arm atop the pillows. "Now that it's happening, I just realized I've missed it."

You want to ask what he means but bite your lip instead. Maybe it was some type of roleplay.

He drags a hand up his thigh before stopping at the bulge between his legs, and you can't help the thought of running your own hands against those legs.

He hums. "You know, I have a hard time keeping you out of my mind at night."

Your stomach flips but you make sure to keep your breathing controlled.

His thumbs hook under the band of his briefs and you lean a bit forward without thinking, anticipating what you had seen many times before. But for the first time in a long time you feel yourself slipping from your work frame of mind. Maybe it was inappropriate but you were sure Bruno wouldn't mind.

After teasing you for way longer than you would like, the corners of Bruno's lips quirk upward and he finally pulls down the band to reveal himself.

Bruno's cock stands erect and his brow furrows. "Look what you're doing to me..." His head lolls to the side to rest against the pillows and his breath hitches when he begins to stroke himself.

You focus on his handsome face for a moment. His blue eyes are piercing and it feels like he's looking past the camera and straight at you at you.

Your fingers twitch on the camera. You'd never wanted to touch someone so bad in your life.

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Bruno: Can I get your advice on something?

You: yea, what is it?

Bruno: I want to post some photos on my OnlyFans but idk which one to use on Twitter though. Can you help me decide?

You: ooo of course!

He sends 3 pictures of him wearing different elaborate lingerie. They must have been new since you're sure you'd never seen them before. Anyways, you're a millimeter away from sending a photo of a cartoon character with their jaw on the floor.

You: idk if i can decide! any of them would be enough to get me on your onlyfans...

Bruno: Thank you but you still have to pick one.

You scroll back and forth looking through them. The pictures were teasing, hinting at what was to come and they were all very sexy. But after staring for too long you finally make a choice.

You: the third one!

Bruno: Why?

You: ….it shows your tiddies the most 💁

Bruno: I thought you were going to say something about the framing or lighting...

You: LOL

You: i can look at them again?

Bruno: No it's okay. I'll use the tiddy picture.

Bruno: Thank you.

You: no problem!

You: soooo when are you posting the full set?

Bruno: Trust me, I'll let you know right beforehand. 😏

You: 😳

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You walk down the hallway slightly annoyed. Jocelyn just informed you that you would be covering for one of your coworkers last minute. It was inconvenient but not that big of a deal. That is until you found out that Melone was one of the actors.

When you first met him, he seemed to keep to himself for the most part. But recently he had become fixated on you. Every break in filming he’d approach you.

At first it wasn't so bad and you thought he was trying to be friendly, but it didn't take long for you to start feeling uncomfortable. Some of the questions he asked made you feel weird--it wasn't anything you weren't used to but the way he asked them... And when you tried to steer the conversation into a different direction he didn't take the hint. On top of all this, you didn't see him do this with anybody else.

You walk into the breakroom and find Bruno snacking. He greets you but quickly realizes something's up.

"What's wrong?" he asks.

The leather couch that you hate creaks when you fall back on it.

“Well I have to unexpectedly help with more camera work today. And Melone's going to be there so he's definitely going to be talking my ear off.”

You try to sound indifferent about it but Bruno says something you don't expect.

"I can talk to Jocelyn and get you out of it."

"Huh? No, no you don't need to do that. That's a silly reason to try to skip out."

"Well, how about I say it like this? I'm done for today and I would like to take you out to eat with me."

You smile. "That does sound nice..."

"Okay, it's settled then. I'll go talk to her and then we can go."

Once Bruno comes back the both of you walk to his car.

"Eating mostly oatmeal and vegetables for the last 2 days hasn't been very satisfying," he says as he opens the passenger door for you.

You get in and wait for him to walk around to get in the driver side.

"It sucks but at least you can eat whatever now. Where are we eating by the way?"

"Bertolino's--it's nearby. I'm craving pizza. Or pasta."

You feel your stomach grumble pleased with the thought.

"You could do both, kinda like macaroni pizza."

Bruno glances at you. "That sounds...unpleasant."

"Oh so you've tried it?"

"No."

"Then how do you know?"

You watch him try to wrack his brain for a rebuttal and fail.

"...It still sounds bad though," he says.

"Try it first then we can talk."

You reach out and poke the man's cheek. He immediately shoos your hand away and throws a miffed look at you.

"Hey, I'm trying to drive."

You grin but leave him alone. This was the first time you'd get to spend time with Bruno outside of work so you were a little restless and couldn't help messing with him.

"This is probably the most excited I've seen you," he says.

"Yea--just happy to be outside of work!"

"Is Melone that much of a problem?"

"No...well he can be a lot but it's not really a big issue. I'm just happy to get to spend time with you is what I meant."

Bruno's doesn't respond right away and you wonder if you said something wrong.

"If he's bothering you I can handle it," he finally says.

You let out a laugh. "Are you going to beat him up?"

"If necessary."

You stop smiling when you realize he isn't joking and conclude that he doesn't like Melone. You wonder what the man could have done to get on Bruno's bad side though since he seemed to get along with everyone.

"I feel the same by the way," Bruno says.

"Huh?"

"About getting to spend time together."

You and Bruno spend the next hour and a half sharing a pizza and talking. And the two of you learn a few things about the other that didn't involve work. Like that he wears glasses to read and that he had a dyeing "accident" with his hair recently.

Afterwards you didn't really feel like going back to work so Bruno drives you home.

You unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thanks for the meal and ride."

Bruno smiles. His mood seems better now that he's eaten. "You're welcome. We should do this again sometime."

"Yeah, I'd like that." And instead of saying goodbye and getting out of the car, you sit there expecting--expecting something.

The both of you stare at one another until Bruno leans towards you. His lips meet yours and for some reason his breath smells like mint.

Before you can worry about your own breath, Bruno's hand is on your thigh and sliding up. His tongue presses against your lips, coaxing you to part them.

The beating in your chest feels so hard and your hands clinch next to your thighs. You want to reach out for Bruno and make a mess out of him, but you feel like you're running out of breath way too quickly.

You pull away.

Bruno immediately moves his hand off your leg. "What's wrong?"

You weren't really sure yourself. You just knew something was bothering you. Or maybe that was just the food you ate trying to digest. Either way it was preventing you from fully enjoying this.

"I'm not sure but I think it's best if we stop for now."

He nods but you worry he might be a little disappointed.

"That's fine," he says.

"It's not because I'm not interested! It's just something's off. Please dont think I'm not attracted to you."

"I'm not upset ____." He smiles. "I want you to be comfortable."

"Whew, okay.."

"Do you want me to walk you to your apartment?" he asks.

"That's okay. Thanks though."

You brush a misplaced hair behind his ear and press a quick kiss to his lips. Once you pull back, you open the car door and step out.

"Stay safe," he says.

"You too. I'll message you later."

#i sure do love dragging things out!#im excited for the last chapter cause i wanna post something resort-y #like hell yea vacation!#ive never been to a resort in my life so we are going to pretend lmao #bruno buccellati x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #bruno x reader #not sfw #n$fw

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kjhmyg · 3 years

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christmas/ny (drabble)

pairing: jungkook x reader | jungkook x oc

genre: fluff, steamy at the end

words: 1.7k

summary: re!couple celebrating christmas and ny with jungkook after the holidays

a/n: um first of all, sorry. this is so bad im cry but also it’s kinda ok? idk. sorry anon if this isn’t what u wanted. i’ll try again next year 2022 lmao

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As patient as he is Jungkook can’t wait for your nightly call. You try to stay off your phone for the most part being back home, leaving time to talk to Jungkook only when it’s dark out. Of course, some days you miss him so much that you break that rule to sneak in a couple of texts or photos. Today’s not one of them.

Unfortunately, he had missed your earlier call. Horrified seeing two notifications of your failed attempts to reach him, he’s decided not to do anything else till he hears your voice.

Jungkook shoves a spoonful of Suga’s homemade microwave spaghetti into his mouth, eyes not leaving his phone.

“You’re staring at that thing so hard the screen’s going to crack.” Suga judges him from across the table.

“I’m expecting a call.”

“Yeah, I know.” He sighs, “But it’s not like your phone’s on silent. It’ll ring once she⎼”

Jungkook jumps within the first few seconds of his phone lighting up, your name flashing across the screen. Leaving Suga to himself, he rushes into the room and takes a deep breath before accepting the call. “Hi.”

“Hey you.” Your chirpy voice makes him smile. “Missed you earlier.”

“I know, sorry. Was busy. Did you have fun today?”

“It was okay. We got a cute little tree and I managed to do some really last minute shopping because I just found out my cousins will be here tomorrow night.” You sigh. “Did you miss me?”

“So much. I hate being apart, you know that.”

“Well I did offer you to come home with me.”

Jungkook had declined again. He doesn’t think it’s the best time to introduce himself to your family yet. Though, he had no qualms about letting your dad know. Funny enough, you decided not to. But you’re certain you heard your grandmother telling him about the couple photo you have as your homescreen.

“Maybe next time.” He hums, thinking about the possible future.

“I think my dad will like you.” The sound of your giggles has him cheesing so hard.

“Is that why you chickened out on telling him about us?”

“I did not! The timing isn't right.”

“Sure baby.” He laughs. “You’re not embarrassed of me are you?”

“I’m embarrassed someone like you is even interested in me.” You both laugh and let the silence engulf you. “You know I love you right? I hope we can spend the holidays together next year.”

“I hope so too.” There’s a tiny amount of sadness in there if you’re listening right.

“I might not be able to call you the next few nights. Since my cousins will be over. I promise to text though.” You say.

“That’s okay.” You hear the smile in his voice. “Just have fun okay? I’ll be here when you get back.”

“One more week.”

“Right. One week. Seven days. I’m sure I can handle being without you till then.”

“Merry christmas my love.” You send him a kiss over the phone.

“Merry christmas to you too.”

When the call ends ten minutes later, he trots back outside, face looking even worse than before. Suga, now done with his food, shakes his head disapprovingly as Jungkook takes his seat and goes back to the sad, cold dish in front of him. “You’re pathetic.”

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Jungkook holds his breath as the train slowly comes to a stop at the platform. Yesterday was the first day of the new year, which means today’s the day you come back. He’d planned out his route. First he’d get coffee and bagels to-go with chocolate danishes for you, in case you hadn’t had anything during the long trip. Then a short stop at the florist to get you a single rose before going off to the station.

It gets messy as everyone starts alighting and he struggles to catch you among the crowd. That’s when you come into view, head popping out between other random faces, wrapped in a beanie and scarf. Your face lights up when you see him, making hurried steps and dragging your luggage behind you.

“Jungkook!” You squeal, running into his arms.

He kisses the side of your face. “Hey stranger.”

“I’m so happy to see you.” You say, squeezing him tight. “How are you?”

“You’re asking me that as if we aren’t constantly texting each other.” He laughs, handing you the rose and letting you cling onto his arm with your luggage in his other hand, headed for the car.

“I know I’m just trying to break the ice.”

Inside the comfort and warmth of the car, he kisses you deeply. Something he’s been looking forward to for the last three weeks. “How’s that for breaking the ice?”

You roll your eyes but a smile plays at your lips as you properly adjust the seat belt. Gasping when you’re handed chocolate danishes, you pout at him, “You’re so sweet. Come here.” It earns him more kisses which he happily accepts.

In the back seat you notice an odd shaped item, in purple wrapping, done quite messily. “What’s that?” You ask knowingly.

“A surprise.”

“I have one for you too.” You smile smugly.

“Yeah? Can’t wait.”

On the way back, you give him a run down of what went on back home. When he ended up confessing that he hadn’t done anything special for the holidays, not even with Suga, it made you feel bad. Even though he tries to assure you he didn’t want to celebrate it anyway.

Back home, you lug your baggage into the room and dig something out of your bag. A packet of cookies lands on Jungkook’s lap as he takes a seat on the floor in front of the couch. “For me?”

“Mmhm.” Nodding, you tear open the paper bag, behaving more excited than he is. “My grandma said she packed this for my friend. She winked when she told me that. And I’d already brought some back for Hana. I think she knows.”

“About us? How?”

“She’s always been nosy.” You giggle. “I guess she doesn’t want you to get left out.”

“Aw. She’s kind just like you.”

“Wait!” He pauses, startled by your hand on his, stopping him from pulling one of the cookies out of the bag. “Hold on.”

You get up and run to the room. Carrying as many pillows as you can with a comfy blanket somewhere in between, Jungkook watches as you make a barrier with the pillows and spread the blanket over him. Then, you’re off to the kitchen.

After a minute of cabinet doors opening and closing and the clinking of glasses, you come back with two mugs of hot cocoa, marshmallows on top of course. Just the way your dad makes them. You place it right next to him then push the coffee table all the way forward to make more room to spread your legs. You put on a lame christmas movie on netflix, then snuggle up next to him.

“Now it’s a real christmas party.”

Jungkook laughs, holding you close and kissing the top of your head. You do the most unexpected things at the most random times. But he appreciates the way you always try to make sure he’s not left out. “Thank you baby.”

You grin up at him and watch carefully as he takes the first bite of the cookies. His eyes go wide and you nod knowingly. It’s your grandmother’s famous recipe. One even if you had, wouldn’t even be able to replicate its taste. He hums in delight, stuffing his mouth with one cookie after the other.

“So. Let me guess what happens after cookies and cocoa.” He says after finishing almost half the packet.

“What?” You ask, eyeing him.

He reaches round the side of the couch and pulls out the odd package you had seen in the car. “Presents?”

“Presents!”

You run back to your room and appear with a small wrapped box. The rule was not to buy anything that costs more than your monthly rent. You both had agreed to this a while back. Which was difficult for Jungkook because all he wanted to do was to spoil you with expensive gifts.

“What is this?” Jungkook holds the box to his ear and shakes lightly. “Hm.”

“Wait I think I can guess what mine is.” You giggle, pressing into the soft parts of the wrapping.

“Okay then you go first.”

“Okay.” Tearing away the wrapping carefully, you find inside a soft, pink bunny with funky eyebrows. On the bottom of its little feet, there are hearts and in those hearts are both your names embroidered with a plus sign in between. “Aww no this is so adorable. I love it so much.”

“It’s not a diamond necklace but⎼”

“No this is so much better. Thank you.” You give him a hug with the bunny squished between your bodies. “It strangely reminds me of you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah it’s weird and I like it.” You giggle, pinching his cheek. “Now open yours.”

The wrapping comes off easy and he immediately realises what it is as the box comes into view. He looks at you for a second before unboxing it and pulling out a matte black polaroid camera. Jungkook takes his time with it, carefully looking at it from each side.

“Do you like it?” You ask. “I know you like taking photos so I thought you might like this.”

“Y/N I love it.” He smiles, bringing the viewfinder to his eye and getting a feel of it, then putting it down to focus on you. “Let’s take one together.”

You scoot next to him as he loads the film cassette. Then hugging his middle, he hooks his arm around your shoulders and your faces press against each other. He clicks the shutter and you both wait for the film to develop.

It comes out perfect, both your smiling faces perfectly in frame and even bunny made it in which makes Jungkook laugh. He can’t stop staring at it, holding it by the edges so carefully like he’s afraid he’s going to ruin it.

“I love you.” He says, looking at you when he finally sets it down.

“I love you too.”

He kisses you, tasting of hot cocoa and love. You’re being pushed onto the pillows with the blanket beneath as Jungkook hovers over you, pushing the hair out of your face. As Jungkook removes his sweater, you pull your shirt over your head. Jungkook smiles down at you, kisses you, then reaches for the camera. “Merry fucking christmas to me.”

You shimmy out of your jeans and hook your ankle over his shoulder. Snap. “And happy new year baby.”

#jungkook drabble #jungkook fic #jungkook scenarios #bts scenarios #myfic #rainworks #drabbles;re

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songofsaraneth · 3 years

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Another very busy but very fun couple weeks over here!!!! what a change of pace from the every-day-the-same-blur the last couple months have been.

My parents birthdays are in late June/early July so I went back to Chicago to visit for those + the 4th. It’s been well over a year since I was last at my childhood home and I always miss the lake I grew up on sooooo much. Got to have a nice time kayaking around (pic 1) and enjoying the water lillies and frogs :)))) Also visited my extended family in rural western IL, my uncle is one of the 3 people that make up the towns entire historical preservation society, and they just finished moving/restoring a cute cabin and some equipment from when the area was first settled, which was neat (pic 2).

On the 3rd I went downtown to hang out with my childhood bffs + partners + my friend’s daughter on a beach on Lake Michigan (pic 3), and its the frist time i’ve been around so many people since 2020 and i’m definitely both rusty on the social skills as well as still feeling weirded out by groups now. It was a really hot day with cold water and good company and food though so while a shock to be back in such a weirdly “normal” setting I did still have a good time. And saw a couple of them again on the 4th at my house, and the neighbors across the lake set off a surprisingly good firework show (pic 4).

I also got to go visit @onionjuggler and her pups (pic 5 & 6 and oops forgot to take any of us together lmao)!!!!!! While this is not actually the first time we have met as we overlapped at the same college (and were both in the campus circus group no less), we reconnected on tumblr last summer bonding over Dragon Age & Mass Effect obsessions and it was soooooo nice to get to hang out irl as a follow up :)))))

Anyway I spent less than a week back in New Mexico frantically catching up on working + prepping for my following trip this past weekend. Also got to do some baking for a labmate’s post-thesis-defense party, it’s the first time I’ve been able to bake for other people in???? SO long and I missed it. Made doughnut muffins (not pictured) which are delicious but not photogenic and then mini fruit tartlets (pic 7) which taste good and are also very visually show-off-y. Happy to say they were a hit!

Anyway then friday night I drove over to AZ where a photographer couple I’ve worked with a few times before/kept in touch with just moved a few months ago (all the way from New Hampshire). Their new house has a pool so we arranged to do both some figure-on-landscape and figure photography plus also some underwater work! It’s been since last March since my last modeling gig and FOREVER since I’ve gotten to do any mermaid portraits, so it was very exciting to be able to get back to both. Spent the weekend running around jumping on rocks in improbable places with full face makeup + giant lashes lmao (pic 8) and on very little sleep since we were doing sunrise shots as well. I style/advertise myself as an “adventure model” able to get to trickier locations and do harder shoots than the average model, and Jay (the photographer) has done several with me before, so we also went to a location he knew he’d probably not be able to get another model able to reach as it involved an uphill 5 mile technical mountain bike ride followed by a mile of hiking while carrying our giant backpacking bags of camera equipment + outfit/makeup changes + 3 liters of water, all in 95º weather in midday desert sun lmao. The shots turned out SO good though, and I even got to jump in an ephemeral waterfall pool for a bunch of them, and then the mountain bike ride back down was SO fun, though I still had to walk a few bits since no way was I doing some of those technical rocky corners while in a 25lb pack. Bikes & some gear featured in pic 9 :D

Pic 10 is the view from one of the locations we shot at! Involved a technical scramble up the back of a boulder, but looked like a totally sheer face from the front--it’s gonna be super impressive in the final pics. I was wearing a dress made from an old repurposed parashute, so the skirt hangs way down over the rocks and will billow if there’s any breeze, which we did have a bit of. You can see the giant adventure van we roamed around in under a tree in the foreground. I’m really glad I was able to go out and get those because I actually woke up with a migraine saturday night and my rescue meds give me super weird dreams/make me fairly woozy, but luckily the migraine was a fairly small one by my standards and the meds had worn off enough that I could do the climbing stuff safely. But it did mean I only got like 3 hours of sleep after only 2 hours of sleep on friday so I was fairly exhausted. greem.jpg.

And the underwater stuff in the afternoon went really well to!!!! It’s soooo hard to tell if anythings turning out in the moment since you can’t really see on the viewfinder if things are working, but we got some AMAZING stuff I’m super excited to share once he finishes editing.

Drove home last night (sunday) however there was a HUGE monsoon stormfront. I’m glad becuase we need the rain desperately but for like an hour I had periods of almost no visibility (doing 40mph in a 75 zone with hazards on) and there was up to 2 inches of water on the road surface. So I stopped in a rest stop to nap for 2 hours until it cleared up. But I also hate naps and then slept weird once I got home at 3:30am so now I’m in a weird exhausted haze but also still kinda wired rip. But! Fun times and very much looking forward to a nice hot shower now that I’ve eaten and had an hour to just sit and breathe.

#ramblings #long post (if u click thru anyway)#my stuff #wanderings #im sooooo excited for the pics #i have some bad phone pics of the comp screen of the unedited shots but not posting anything online until i get the real ones of course #but im heart_eyes_emoji #i love to be part of Art #my modeling #me

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asterjennifer · 3 years

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We picture you

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: SE Saeran x Reader

Category: Angst (light)

Warnings: Spoilers, Grieving

Word count: 1357

Author's Note: Such a sweet albeit beautiful concept I wanna cry..

Summary: (Spoiler for: Secret Ending)

Saeran and you buy something that reminds you both of someone unfortunate.

They use it to honor him. And they realize how much they miss him.

Saeran's glad you're at his side.

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"I have no idea how to do the settings, (N).."

Saeran mumbled beside you, watching the instructions on the papers that came along with the camera. Yet he couldn't read it, but from what he'd seen inside your face, you didn't quite understand either.

"I never had such an expensive camera. I only worked with my phone and a small one."

You admitted, it's definitely more than Saeran had done. All he ever captured via phone camera's the nature, especially flowers, and of course, you. But other than that, he's very clueless as to how to use such a device. Just having it in his hand felt confusing. And maybe a bit wrong as well.

"Here, apparently you can turn this and.."

He lowered the camera for you to try, turing one of the many settings to change god knows what aspect. Your eyes widened with shimmer as the flash jumped out with speed, it kinda scared Saeran by how aggressive the sound ringed inside his ears.

"And now..?"

"Uh, now you should be able to take a picture!"

Saeran looked through the viewfinder, seeing the flowers, in the open area of the forest you decided to go to, in all colors. It's almost as if he didn't have the camera pointed at them. He couldn't help but let out a little sound of impression. And you're immediately beside him.

"What? What is it?"

He never knew taking pictures could be so difficult, considering the sensitivity of the camera's really high. Saeran leaned back for you to see through the glass yourself. When you're near enough for him to smell your perfume, he couldn't help but blush.

"It's really good."

You nodded in agreement, spending a ton of money on something that you could do with a phone just as well sounded like an stupid idea at first. But Saeran understood now. There's a lot to learn from this. Especially if you both decided to actually put time and effort into photography. You smiled up to him with warmth.

"The colors are so pretty. And according to the instructions you can use filters."

He watched as you pointed to the section inside the paper, looking for the settings to open up and play around with the lense of the camera. Saeran never owned one, neither did you. It's new for the both of you, yet it might not be as bad as he originally feared.

"Found them. Which one do you want to try?"

"Oh, oh! Try the white-black filter!"

Saeran's heart skipped a beat, he adored nothing more than seeing you happy and excited. It helped a lot to feel bright himself. You both watched the little screen attached to the camera to see the filter work. It caused the flower to become many shades of gray, like it's some background for these emo sayings on the internet.

"There's so much to try.. It's cool."

"Yeah! No wonder V did this all the time. It looks like so much fun, honestly."

Both of you went silent, staring down to the ground without any goal. Saeran could feel his throat tighten, hearing the nickname sometimes managed to make him feel miserable. You rubbed a hand over your arm, carefully taking the black camera into your hands while it's still hanging around his neck to make sure it couldn't drop.

"I wonder.. What he would've said."

You mumbled, leaving room for Saeran to answer. However, he's not sure what to say. He would've liked to know as well. V had been a photographer for most of his life, even though Jumin once shared he originally wanted to be a painter. Both of you wondered what his paintings would've looked like. It's leaving the younger Choi with an empty space in his chest by knowing V could never try it as his occupation.

"V would've been enthusiastic. He would've come with us."

Saeran met your eyes, shining bright albeit the hint of water at the corners to be seen. He tired to not blame himself anymore, as everyone around told him not to. It's just so hard to do. Especially in moments like these. Moments where he wanted to bring the past back up this way. You let go of the camera to touch the flower with your fingertips instead.

"Surely. I.. You know I didn't know him that well. But.. I'm sure he would be happy."

"Even if I do it?"

Your eyes widened by the question, Saeran just couldn't help it. Would V want him to use a camera in his name? Wouldn't he blame him for what happened to his life? So many questions, yet V could never come up to Saeran ever again to answer. It left the red haired boy with nothing but regret.

"Saeran.."

He felt himself loosen up when you cupped his cheeks with your soft hands. Eyes and lips smiling at him and even with the hint of grief, you looked absolutely beautiful. Saeran's so glad to have you by his side, he didn't know what he would've done without you. You moved his head a little, stroking some of the chaotic hair out of the way to reveal more of his eyes.

"Nobody blames you. And V wouldn't either. I'm sure he gave you the idea from up there."

You pointed to the sky, making Saeran want to chuckle and cry at the same time. Hopefully that's the case, Saeran did bring up the idea. A sigh left his lips when you brought his forehead against yours. Such a little touch could do wonder for both of you. He loved having you close to him.

"You think?"

"Absolutely. V will love every work we create. Just have faith in that."

Saeran placed his hands over yours to pull them down again, he then lifted the camera up. You stood beside him as he bend over to get a better view of the little flowers. After all, you both decided to begin with a collection of nature. Neither of you knew if you wanted to publish them or even show the work at the RFA parties. But Saeran's sure of one thing. He wished to do this for every member, you, himself and V as well.

"How do you think he would call our work?"

You thought for a moment, watching your favorite boy taking multiple pictures at once. A tip he read online after doing enough research. A slight blush crept over your face by watching Saeran being so serious, albeit realxed by just doing something for himself.

"Hm.. Maybe something like 'Colors of the daytime' You know? Because he always talked about the sun."

Saeran liked that idea, he could remember this as well. A string struck his chest all out of the sudden. He couldn't help but pull you to his body after making sure the photos were good enough. You immediately melted into the embrace, the sudden pain going through your veins in the exact same moment.

"We'll... take many pictures. I want to become really good at phototherapy."

You smiled into his chest, taking in his sweet sent. His sweater so soft when cuddling into it. A nod followed you, glad to see he wanted this as much as you did. Although tears ran down your cheeks, a genuine smile formed on your face from the thought.

"Yeah! Let's do that. Let's take many great pictures."

Saeran liked to look forward to it. Everyone supported the both of you with this idea, after all. Jumin and Saeyoung especially and it gave you both the confidence you needed to get it done right. Saeran stroked your head, feeling like crying himself and allowing the tears to spill over. Yet, even with the greif, he's happy. Happy to have the RFA as a brand new family. Happy to have his brother back. Happy to have an angel like you to love him. Happy to have met the turquoise haired man in his life.

"Sure, let's make V happy as well. I really hope he's going to like what we create."

"He will. V's going to be so happy."

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isthisthingeven0n · 4 years

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further down the line : d.d

brief summary: breakups are never easy, especially when your ex is half way across the world.

word count: 1.6k requested: nope, it’s something i wanted to try out (thanks hormones) warnings: none that i’m aware of, just angsty and kinda sad

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

m y e t s y s h o p

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

“Are you ready?” David sits down beside you, a cushion resting between you both as you glance up to the lens as a shaky breath escapes your lips.

“I guess.” You mutter as you tear your eyes from the viewfinder, seeing the pair of you together on camera for the last time. “Just feels,” You start, unsure where your sentence was supposed to end.

David nods along, resisting the urge to reach out and take your hand in his. “We’ll be okay, Y/n.” David tells you with a small smile. “Right, let’s do this.” David exhales deeply whilst you swallow back the lump in your throat, trying to present yourself in the best light as David looks to you.

“Is this how we start it then?” You ask him quietly. “I mean, I’ve never filmed one of these before.” A short laugh escapes your lips, a harmonious sound of David joining in.

“Never thought I’d film another,” David comments, his voice cracking ever so slightly as his eyes remain locked with yours. “come on, we can do this.” His eyes begin to gloss over as you reach out, unable to stop yourself squeezing his hand lightly before averting your focus back to the camera.

“Well, we broke up.” You state bluntly. “Thanks for watching, bye guys.” You wave to the camera as you rise to your feet, David’s laughter echoing in the room as you quickly return to your seat.

“But for real, we erm, we’re not together anymore,” David explains as you rest your hands in your lap, listening intently to his voice as he repeats the story you’ve shared countless times now with all your friends and close family members. “it was completely mutual, no one cheated, I don’t hate her, she doesn’t hate me.”

“That’s what you think.” You interject with a joke, easing the heaviness in the room as David flashes a smile to you. “We’re still on good terms, we’re just not together.”

“And well, we haven’t been for three months?” David questions, looking over to you as you nod. “Shit, I mean go us for keeping it together this long.” He raises his hand for a high five which you reciprocate.

“I mean, I’ve been a mess behind the scenes.” You hold your hands up in defence. “But it’s expected, especially when you go online and there’s thousands of cute edits and all.” You wipe your eyes as tears are now threatening to spill over.

“It’s a good thing though, I promise.” David adds. “We’re both in better places, and it doesn’t mean that I don’t still care about you,” David turns to face you, tears now falling from his eyes setting you off.

“Why did you have to go and cry you know it makes me cry.” You whisper, wiping your eyes as a watery laugh leaves your lips.

“Let’s take five.” David mutters as he reaches up and turns the camera off, allowing you to have a quiet cry as you bring your legs to your chest whilst David leaves the room.

As David turns the corner from the podcast room, Ilya greets him with a sincere smile whilst Natalie bypasses him and walks into the podcast room to comfort you.

“How’s it going, Dave?” Ilya asks as he rests his arm around David who sniffs loudly, nodding to himself.

“It was always going to be hard, you know?” David mumbles to himself as Ilya guides him over to the couch, trying not to fixate on the distant conversation between you and Natalie.

“It’s fine, just weird being back.” You explain to Natalie as your eyes wander over the studio, remembering all the times you sat in the corner whilst David recorded the podcast with Jason or the late nights you found yourself falling asleep whilst David edited a vlog beside you. “But it’s good to see you, Nat.”

Natalie smiles as she wraps her arms around you. “You don’t have to be a stranger, Y/N/N,” Natalie coos as you sigh against her shoulder. “we all still miss you.”

“I miss you too, but I should get used to it.” You half laugh as you wipe your face, just as David reenters the room.

“Love you.” Natalie blows you a kiss which you catch and wave as she exits the room, leaving you and David to film what is going to be the most difficult segment of this video.

With red eyes, David takes his seat after pressing record on his camera.

“A while ago, well, four months ago I was offered a job which I’ve been dreaming of for years.” You start, rubbing your sweaty palms over your thighs. “If anyone follows me, you’ll know that this was an opportunity I couldn’t turn down, but,” You glance up at David who watches you with such pride. “it’s in London.”

“And could be a permanent placement, leading to more.” David adds and you silently thank him for carrying on. “This isn’t the sole reason why we broke up, but I want what’s best for you, and this is what’s best.” David sniffs, and you choke on a sob as you cover your mouth, reliving the break up all over again.

“I guess by the time you’re watching this, I’ll have gone?” You question, and David nods in agreement. “But we’re doing okay, we still care about one another, but we’re just not together.” You finish, and David leans over and kisses your temple.

“If you could please be respectful and yeah, thanks guys.” David gives the camera a thumbs up before walking over and ending the recording. “Thanks, Y/n.” David speaks up as he turns back to face you, watching as you wipe your face.

“Of course,” You smile sadly to him as you grab your bag. “take care of yourself, Dobrik.” You chuckle as you rise to your feet and wrap your arms around his neck tightly, making the most of your last hug.

David rests his chin on the top of your head, wishing he didn’t have to let go. But all good things come to an end, and this was your ending.

“Bye, Y/n.” David mutters as you pull away and walk out from the podcast room, knowing there is no turning back now, you can only go forward.

Eight months later.

It wasn’t something he intentionally did, but whenever it happened David found himself in a rabbit hole, unable to find his way back to the surface.

You’d posted a photo of you and some friends, out for dinner in some fancy looking resturant and you just looked happy.

Sure, David had posted photos of himself and others with bright smiles, but behind the scenes part of him still longed to hold you close.

“Hey, Dave?” Natalie peers through into his room as Taylor stands behind her.

Pausing, Natalie watches as David lowers his phone before wandering over and sitting on his bed. “What’s up?” David asks, locking his phone before the girls can see what he’s up to.

“We’re going to get some food, want anything?” Taylor speaks up as Ella yells for her. “Just text me if you do!” She calls out as she exits his room, leaving him and Natalie alone.

Yet, Natalie is wearing that look, the one she mastered when she was a teenager with David. “What is it, Nat?” David huffs, and before he can stop her, Natalie reaches out for David’s phone, unlocking it revealing what she already anticipated.

“You know you can just call her, or text her, right?” Natalie suggests, but David shakes his head as he reaches back for his phone, glancing down at your bright smile before discarding his phone.

“She’s happy, Nat. She’s moved on.” David states. “And, and I’m trying to.” He mutters before running his hands through his hair, resting them amongst his curls as he sighs deeply into his chest.

“It’s okay, Dave.” Natalie shuffles across David’s best until she’s sat beside him, resting her back against his headboard as Ilya wanders in. “You’ve still got all of us, Y/n isn’t gone forever you know, you can reach out.”

“I can’t, Natalie.” David reiterates his point as he looks up to her with tired eyes. “If I do it’ll just remind me of what I can’t have, of everything I let go and won’t ever get back.”

“You don’t know that for sure, Dave.” Ilya adds, but David forcefully shakes his head.

“I’m not doing that to her, she, she’s happy in London, living the life she wanted and has dreamed of.” David moves past his two best friends as he climbs off his bed, grabbing his phone and keys. “I’ll never do anything to ruin that, I just, I’ll be fine.” He mutters under his breath before leaving his bedroom and the faint sound of the front door slamming causes Ilya to jump.

Silence looms over the pair until Ilya speaks up. “Do you think she’s really moved on?” Ilya asks, glancing over to Natalie who hums to herself.

“Looks that way.” Natalie sighs as she pulls out her phone, showing Ilya the photos you recently sent Natalie of you with a guy by the London Eye, bright smiles as his arm rests around your waist. “His names Fred.”

“Stupid name.” Ilya mutters. “Does David know?”

“He hasn’t said anything to me, but Y/n hasn’t posted anything of him online yet, it’s a recent thing, early days, you know?” Natalie explains.

“Damn.” Ilya whistles as he leans back. “I miss her, you know?”

Natalie smiles sadly to herself, nodding in agreement. “Me too, Ilya.” She shuffles to lie down beside her best friend. “Me too.”

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Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Blitzo, Moth (oc) Ship: Blitzo/Moth A/N: written for twitter’s HazbinOCxCanon week! Days 5 & 6: angst & vacation. I originally wasn't going to do Day 5, but inspiration found me at the last second and I realized I could squish days 5 & 6 together. so I did. Summary: Sometimes, the little things are the only things you have, and you have to make the best of them.

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There was something strangely comforting in the way Moth found himself in Blitzo’s apartment. They sat cozily close together in the dark, watching a movie he’d seen many times before while he’d been alive. A good portion of that comfort he felt had to do with Blitzo; it was nice to finally be alone with him like this. But Moth would be lying if he said most of it wasn’t coming from the movie itself.

He gave a little mental sigh, and absently let himself sink down on the couch some, folding both sets of arms over his chest and stomach.

“What’s wrong?” Blitzo asked after a moment, glancing at Moth but then quickly back to the TV.

“Hmm?” Moth hummed, and looked toward Blitzo. Realizing maybe his body language was giving the wrong message, he waved the question off quickly. “Oh! Nothing! It’s just the movie, I guess.”

“I thought you said you liked Spirit!”

“No, no! I do!” Moth assured, gradually readjusting his position so he could face Blitzo directly. He pulled his legs up onto the couch, and then kneeled at his side.

“It’s just… nice, you know?” Moth tried his best to explain, making a vague gesture toward the TV.

Blitzo shifted in his own seat so he could face Moth as he spoke. He raised a brow, silently urging him to continue - because as much as he would have liked to, he wasn’t quite following what Moth’s trying to convey right off the cuff.

“Just… the little things that make it all feel a little less like being dead and being in Hell,” Moth continued quietly.

Obviously Pentagram City looked and worked the way it did because sinners brought the things they knew down to Hell with them. They built the city and Pride Ring up in ways that suited their desires, but Moth liked to think that at least some of it had something to do with familiarity and comfort, too.

“Oh,” Blitzo replied, brow furrowing. “Huh. I guess I never thought about it like that before for you guys.”

And why would he have ever entertained a thought like that? Being Hellborn, it made sense that Blitzo didn’t consider the shift and changes sinners went through when arriving in Hell. Moth couldn’t blame him for that.

His brow creased just a little as he looked back toward Blitzo, away from the TV and the movie. “Sometimes I think that if you plucked the city out of Hell and put it almost anywhere else in the world, it’d be no different than any other place,” he said quietly, gradually lowering his gaze. “There are so many things that are almost the same. The layout of the city. The buildings and businesses. Even things like the internet and music and movies. It’s just… nice, in a way.”

Lifting his gaze again, he hoped Blitzo could read the apology forming on his face. “Sorry, I guess that’s kinda silly.”

Blitzo cleared his throat before speaking. “Nah, it’s not silly.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Gotta make due with whatcha can, or this place’ll eat you alive. Literally, in some cases.”

Moth gave a quiet little laugh at that. He would have half-smiled, if he could have. “Yeah. There are other things I miss, but it’s nice to at least have those things.”

Blitzo was quiet for a moment before decidedly shifting his weight in his seat. He angled himself so that he was almost facing Moth, but able to rest his elbow to the arm of the couch and his cheek to his knuckles.

“Yeah? Like what?”

It was Moth’s turn to be quiet for a moment, mildly surprised by Blitzo’s interest. “Oh… Hm,” he gave it some thought, ducking his head and then shrugged one shoulder just a little. He didn’t want the subject to become too heavy, and so he refrained from saying anything about missing the people he’d left behind.

“I really, really miss the ocean,” he said finally, giving a soft laugh as he looked back up at the imp’s face.

“There’s one three Rings down,” Blitzo blurted out, then grimaced and sighed. “Not that that really helps you out any.” Being what he was, Moth was confined to the Pride Ring, unable to travel between them like Blitzo or other hellborns could. Moth didn’t take the outburst as an offense, and instead let his expression soften some.

“Next time you’re down there, take some pictures for me?” he asked, partially teasing, but just a little hopeful. He liked Blitzo a lot, but he wasn’t blind to the fact that the other wasn’t always the most thoughtful when it came to others.

Blitzo didn’t seem to particularly acknowledge what Moth had just said, and instead sat himself up a little straighter and then stood. He reached for one of Moth’s wrists and tugged him up so that he was standing with him. He was grinning by the time Moth could even think to start asking what he was doing.

“I got a better idea,” Blitzo said, and roughly tugged Moth along and to his bedroom instead, leaving whatever was left of Spirit to play without its audience.

“Waitwait - Blitz, what?” Moth squeaked. Suddenly being dragged into Blitzo’s bedroom, having his mind wander wasn’t entirely uncalled for, was it? Not that he could really understand how the conversation they had been having just moments ago correlated, but…

“Keep your pants on,” Blitzo spoke from over his shoulder, grinning crookedly. “Literally. You’ll see.”

Moth was quiet after that, watching as the imp pulled a fairly large book out from under his bed. He recognized it, if only because Blitzo had talked about it a few times before while they had met. His brow furrowed as he watched Blitzo open it up and then step back and out of the way as a portal tore open in front of them both.

Moth’s eyes widened just a little, suddenly faced with a dusky beach and waves lapping as its shore.

“You tell anybody about this, and we’re both probably dead,” Blitzo warned, and reached for Moth’s wrist again.

He grabbed his hand instead, and started to tug him forward as he moved toward and then into the portal. Blitzo had slid through it so easily, and Moth had expected the same for himself - so it was incredibly surprising when not even his hand seemed to pass through. His brow furrowed, and he lifted one of his free hands to press against the portal. It rippled, but did not give.

He squeezed at Blitzo’s hand, mildly relieved he hadn’t let go even as he stood on the other side of the portal.

“Fuck,” Blitzo hissed, shoulders sagging some. He stepped back into his bedroom and offered Moth an apologetic smile before turning to glare at the ocean. “What good’s ancient Goetian magic if it can’t even take a sinner outta Hell? I call bullshit.”

Moth gave an airy, half-hearted laugh. He tried not to let his own disappointment show, and swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat.

“It’s okay,” he said, and gave Blitzo’s hand a little shake and another squeeze before letting go. “It’s the thought that counts.”

“Can’t say I never did anything nice for someone,” Blitzo snorted, and Moth found himself appreciating the way he was obviously trying to derail the tension, too.

“I guess we can’t, now,” Moth teased back gently.

Blitzo snorted inwardly, and then started to pick the book up again. Before he could do whatever needed to be done to close the portal, two of Moth’s hands were at his arm.

“Wait - don’t close it yet,” he said quietly, letting his gaze wander back to the ocean. “Can we just… Watch it, for a little while?”

Blitzo was quiet for a moment before setting the book down again. He reached for one of Moth’s hands again, and gave a little squeeze before tugging him toward the bed, where they could both make themselves a little more comfortable.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat. “Yeah, we can.”

#helluva boss #blitzo #helluva boss oc #oc x canon week #fanfic #oc #hellsona #self ship #self insert #moth

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bnhavibes · 5 years

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STEAMY MAKEOUTS???NOT TOTALLY SMUT BUT STEAMY. UR LIKE MY NEW FAVORITE AUTHOR U SEEM LIKE A GOOD TIME AHAHA ILY

Making Out pt 2!

Bakugou, Todoroki, Izuku x Fem!Reader hc

Warning! KINDA NSFW

tw/ swearing!!! dirty talk, heavy groping(and booty smacking), dry humping 🥵

Bakugou, Katsuki

Being the type of guy Bakugou is, you know he’s gonna get as much of you as he can.

Though he doesn’t really like to show PDA at school beyond holding hands or embracing one another, he occasionally will pop up while you’re about to take a “bathroom break”

(going to the bathroom and just sitting on your phone and messing with your hair/makeup because, well, you ARE the girlfriend of the rebellious ass of the school so you might as well try to be the nicer part)

But somehow, he always knows when to find you.

And pulls you into a nearby janitors closet every time.

You know it’s him just by the grip that he has on you.

how it should hurt by the way it looked, but he was so passionate as grabbed you by your hips and hiked up your skirt; lifting (yanking) your legs off the ground and around his waist

“Oh (Y/N), I’ve missed you a lot today.” He groans as you’re pushed into the door with his body. His lips and tongue meet yours as he snakes his right hand up your body to squeeze your cheeks together; forcing your mouth open as he lapped at your tongue.

Instantly, you salivated.

You loved when he was like this.

During these closet visits, it’s clear that he must have had something crazy happen in class where somebody said some “u t t e r bullSHIT” about team work or gotten pissed off at his internship the day before.

“Uhnmm, ‘Suki~,” you moan in his ear, his mouth marking your now exposed collar bone and neck. “I’ve missed you more.”

did you— did you just... ch— challenge him?

WHAP! The sound of his hand was louder than the hit, but oh did that do something to you.

“S-So lewd, S-Suki.”

“Yeah?” He says more than he asks, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as he returns his hands to your ass and rubs the hardening length under his pants against your aching core

You know you shouldn’t have challenged him. The smell of your arousal was filling the tony space, and he moaned at the familiarity.

“You think that I’m lewd, princess?” He growls, “That— That ffucking smell, that’s what’s lewd.” He groans as he continues to grind his pelvis into your hips.

His whole frame was shadowing you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the naughty idea of him taking you like this later tonight.

But right now, you knew the deal; No sex at school.

But..... you can makeout right ?

“God, I wish I could fuck you, right here, right now.”

‘Ahhh, so somebody was butthurt at training?’ You think to yourself.

That meant only complete submission would get him to actually do something.

And God, did you need him to actually do something. (and you knew just how to get what you wanted)

“But, Daddy, our ruuuuleess.”

“Motherfuck— Gah!” He growls,

There’s only one word that can kick Bakugou into ‘fuck them kids’ mode.

“(Y/N), don’t you dare—“

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Can’t handle a challenge like this at school?”

You’re such a minx.

“You’re gonna fucking regret those words, Princess.” He said through gritted teeth, that shit eating, wild, and downright sexy fucking pull of his lips ignited a fire in your stomach.

You were in for it now.

Todoroki, Shouto.

This guy wasn’t as bad with PDA as Bakugou

He was focused on his studies, sure!

But that didn’t mean he had to protest every time you curled up into his lap in homeroom or during those gruesomely boring days where the tests were too easy for both of you.

He loved the way your hair smelled, even as your head was nuzzled into his lap.

He especially loved when just the two of you would sit under a tree on the school grounds, you straddling his lap as his back pressed into the tree

You’d sit there, reading a book to him, leaning your head on his shoulder, just at the crook of his neck.

He couldn’t resist touching the soft skin under your school uniform.

Your thighs???? His delicacy.

Your hips???? So squishy.

Your breasts??— wait

“Sh-Shouto.” You say breathlessly, his aimless wandering unintentionally causing a stir in your stomach.

His mismatched eyes snapped up to meet yours.

“Oh, I— I’m sorry, love, I guess I spaced out a bit there.”

“Mm.” You nod, waiting for him to realize where he was caressing.

He had traced circles on your lower back, but the warmth of your skin started dropping as his hands wandered up and around your body

The pregnant pause gave him anxiety, so he immediately looked for signs of what went wrong.

His face flushed immensely at the sight of your top unbuttoned enough for his hands to slip through, resting one at the back of your neck as the other was cupping your breast underneath a bralette you wore

“I— I didn’t mean to. Please forgive m—mmph.” His moan in your kiss, the way his breath hitched as your tongue met his, all factored into the heat pooling between your legs

He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as your hands snake around his neck, deepening the kiss as you lift your hips up, only to scootch themback down(catching his hardening member between your folds on the way)

His trembling exhale only encouraged you further as you kissed his jawline

down his neck

until you found his perfect little weak spot

“(Y-Y/N).” He squeaks out, his cheeks flushed so red you’d think he would have activated his quirk.

“Hmm?” You hum, fluttering your long eyelashes up at him.

“We’re outside.” He warns, looking around at the empty yards

(it was lunch time and too windy for most students to enjoy the outdoors, but you two reveled in isolation.)

“Nobody’ll notice.” You say innocently, hands ready at his belt, teasingly dipping a finger in and out of his waistline

A beat passed before a playful smile grew on his face.

“I have to leave early to see my mom today.”

“I can fake a cold from the weather, and meet you at the dorms in 10.” And with a passionate peck, you were off

Midoriya, Izuku

On the surface, your boyfriend Deku seemed like a pretty innocent enough guy

key words being: “on the surface”

deep down, he was a raging pervert

and you relished in it

Usually.

Caught him (purposefully) jacking off in his dorm? You jumped him.

Walk in when he’s having a wet dream? He’d fuck your face when he’d wake up.

and gooodddd was he so needy when he was horny.

“Baby, cmon it’s just a game! I thought you’d wanna do the challenge for your american friends.”

“A pocky challenge?” You giggle as you walk away with him, his arms tightly wrapped around your hips as he pulled you into his body.

He nuzzled his face into your hair, the box of pocky digging into your hip as his arms squeezed you. “Please, (Y/N), it’ll be fun, I-I promise.”

You huff in response, stopping to remove his hands gently and face him.

“Fine. But later, kay?”

The gleam in his eye was bright, but something else was hidden behind it. You wouldn’t know until now, what exactly clouded his mind as he heard you agree to this challenge.

You were filming (on your bed) for your video to show your friends, your recorded content never to see the light of day , when Izuku had removed his shirt.

“What are you doing, weirdo?” You giggle, but you’re blushing, looking at the viewfinder in confusion and embarrassment.

“It’s hot in here,” He blatantly lies, the grin on his face anything but sweet. You were wearing a camisole style crop top, and a black pair of soffe shorts, a preferred lounging outfit you changed into after school during the warmer days.

“U-Uhh, okay. So, he-here’s the pocky. I got cookies n cream flavor! So u-uh, D-Deku?” You say, going along with his obvious plan.

He was already in your face, his body hot from the state he was in. Apparently being a teenage boy meant times where he was just so horny he had to have you as much as he could.

“Let’s get started.” He grabbed you by the face, a bit roughly, but here you were, mouth agape too far for pocky, salivating from the way he pulled your bodies together by your head.

He had already ate half the pocky by the time it hit your tongue, and he moaned once his own met your lips.

Your pursed your lips quickly, knowing he would take advantage of your well-coated tongue if you let him.

His brows furrowed at your aversion, his hands dropping to your hips, harshly pulling them into his pelvis. Your legs twitched as you felt something throbbing, and hard, grind against your clothed center.

You gasped as you chewed the sweet snack, breath hitching as his tongue retreated with a groan of determination as you opened your eyes and met Izuku’s emerald irises; glossed over with lust.

It was — enticing.

Heat creeped up your cheeks as he bore into your soul, a small smirk beginning to grow as your mouths inched closer together.

You weren’t going to chicken out, however.

Not when he would try to dominate you like this.

Your own smirk grew as you finished the last bite, quickly turning towards the camera, and pushing his body back onto the bed. You sat on your knees, leaning forward to end the recording:

“Looks like it was a draw. Neither of us pulled back before the pocky was done!” You beamed, but in the view finder you see Izuku; His pants pulled to his knees, and hand palming himself over his boxers as he stared at your ass bent over in front of him.

You bit your lip as you watched him, the silence and lack of movement alerting Izuku of your gaze, meeting it through the viewfinder as he licked his lips.

Quickly you turned around, grasping his face with one hand as you pulled him into a sloppy, yet passionate kiss

He moaned beneath you, one hand gripping your ass as he guided your pussy along the length of his boxers

“Ohh~ Doll, I-I’m... mmph—“ You kissed him again, you knew he would be quick the first time so, might as well help him out huh?

You rocked your hips against his body, sandwiching his girth between your folds.

“I know, baby,” You cooed, saliva stringing between your lips and his.

You pressed your lips against his harshly, picking up the speed of your hips, his desperate pants proving his near orgasm.

“You’re so fucking good to me, baby, h-humping my cock, I—I’m so spoiled to have such a nnn-aughty girl like you.” He moans, his jaw slacking as he bucks his hips up into you.

You moan at his dirty words, ‘There you are, Izuku.’ You think to yourself. You secretly loved his lewd and perverted side, it made you feel special to be the only person getting this rise out of him.

Midoriya’s teeth sinking into your semi-exposed chest pulled you from your thoughts as his member pulsated, the hot liquid in his boxers seeping past his layer of protection and mixing with your own arousal-leaking core.

“Uuhhmmph— Baby~” He moans on your skin as his orgasm settles.

“Don’t worry. We’re just getting started. Okay, doll?” He smiles

GOD BLESS ITS HOT IN HERE!!!! who was your fave??? lmk in the comments & dont forgot to send in your requests 🥰

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fanf1cshawn · 5 years

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señorita

plot: y/n goes to the shoot and gets a bit jealous... but also hot and bothered.

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warnings: sexual connotations ———————————————— as you were peacefully getting ready for a meeting inside the bathroom, your tall brunette of a boyfriend suddenly walks into the room.

"hey bub?" shawn asks, snaking his arms around your waist. he nuzzles his his face in the crook of your neck, making you giggle. you place your hands on top of his, as you rest the back of your head on his chest.

"yes, love? what's up?" he turns you around and places you on top of the counter. you gasp, his strength never failing to shock you. a playful smile was painted on his face and you knew something up.

"sooooo..." he says, building up tension. "andrew sent me a text today saying that the shooting for my new video will start on thursday."

"that's great, love! good for you." you smiled back, cupping his cheek. he leaned into your hand and sighed. what is this all about?

"andddd i kinda want you to come with me...?" he chuckled lowly, looking down at the floor. you lifted his chin up and tilted your head.

"why bub, what's wrong? sure i'll come with you!" you laughed, trying to create a comfortable atmosphere in the air.

"no babe i get that you'd come with me, i kinda already knew that but uh, it's just that..." he pauses.

"ok?" you knitted your eyebrows together, waiting for a response. you were confused to why he was acting so nervous, since he usually doesn't get this anxious when doing video shoots.

"i'll be doing the shoot with camila, if that's alright with you." he finally admits with an awkward cough, looking at you with his hazel eyes full of sincerity.

"of course that's fine with me, i've known camila for quite a long time now... we're good friends, i guess." you said, the last part barely even a whisper. it was no lie that you felt kinda weird whenever she was around with shawn, knowing that they were already good friends, best friends even before you and shawn became a thing. she might know more about shawn than you do, but - whatever. you let the thought slip your mind, shaking your head.

"what song is this by the way? is she gonna act or is she a part of the song as well?" you asked in a curious tone, trying to stir away from the subject.

"oh it's a collab, yeah. the one that we've been working on for a few months now." he answers, putting the piece of your hair that just fell right behind your ear.

"oh the one that you talked about in la? when you met up, yeah?"

"yep, that's right." he smiles, now putting you down the counter.

"when i get home, can i listen to the song? only if it's ok with you, i get it of you don't wa-"

"yes you can my love, yes you can." ———————————————— it was now thursday morning, the start of the music video shoot. the first scenes were shot inside a small diner, and it wasn't too bad. they shot some of the promo photos and a few scenes, and you couldn't deny how good your boyfriend looked in all of them. the director was someone who hasn't shot any of shawn's previous videos before, meaning the video would be quite different from the usual. although different isn't always bad, it also isn't always good.

to be fair, the song itself was different from anything that shawn has ever released if you were to be honest. as soon as you got home from your meeting the same day he told you about the shoot, you listened to the song and the first thought that came into your mind was 'oh boy, he's going to break the internet again.'

the lyrics, the beat, the vibe, everything was different. but the lyrics, oh the lyrics, were for sure going to be one of the most shocking that his fans will ever hear, or you have ever heard. it felt too real, but you didn't think of it too much. if shawn says they've never been through anything before, they haven't, and that's all that matters. it's not that you were mad if they did, but as long as he's telling the truth.

it was the afternoon and the next location was a motel. you were quite surprised, but you proceeded to come with the team. it's not like you had any choice to leave anyways. you were at the back of the van seated next to shawn, camila on his other side.

you kept quiet the whole ride, with shawn checking up on you every now and then, his hand squeezing your thigh as his sign. you kept nodding, looking out the road. as the two musicians discussed their guesses on how their fans would react (although you were sure everyone would have their jaws on the floor as they listened), you couldn't stop thinking about what the motel scenes would be like. you sighed and leaned back on your seat, not knowing what was about to come. ———————————————— fuck, was your first thought after seeing your boyfriend change into a white tank top, arms all out for the hundreds, no, millions of girls to see. it was distracting you, oh was it distracting you, but you tried your best to contain feelings and thoughts that you shouldn't have while your boyfriend was having his music video shoot.

the room was set up to be a bit messy, clothes all over the floor and sheets all over the bed, so it was clear to you what scene they would be doing without the two of them even starting to act yet.

it was a scene that you've witnessed and been a part inside his toronto apartment, childhood bedroom, heck, almost every single hotel that you've stayed at on tour even. a scene that was for the two of you only, only for you to see. but it wasn't you who was in the video, was it?

camila came out in a white tank top, a cardigan over it, the other sleeve off of her shoulder. she sat against the closet in the room as shawn was sitting on the bed, right across her.

the first shot was about to start and suddenly, you started getting nervous. your heart was beating out of your chest for some reason. a part of you wanted to get out of the room and wait inside the van but you were glued onto your seat, unable to move.

as the director talked to the both of them before he started rolling, you braced yourself and in a matter of seconds, the track was playing. as camila lip synced to the track, she started walking over to shawn, and all of a sudden, shawn started taking his top off. you gulped, eyes getting dark at the sight. heat rushed over your body as he stood up, eyes looking down at camila, whose arms were wrapped around his neck.

as they stared at each other for a brief moment, shawn spins her around and lays her down on the bed, hovering over her. i wish he was the one on top of me right now. you took a deep breath as they slowly leaned into each other's face, lips just centimeters apart.

"cut!" the director shouts, a smile on his face. shawn got off camila quickly, as she slightly pushed him away. they laughed, muttering out 'that was disgusting!' or 'oh my god, how did we do that?!".

"ok guys, come watch it over here!" the director calls them over to the viewfinder and shawn pulled you with him to watch it. his sweaty arms wrapped around your body, as he placed a kiss on your cheek.

"so how was it? was it good, bub?" he asks cheerfully, not noticing how turned on you were. you coughed awkwardly and chuckled, giving him a pat on the back.

"it was good, hot, to be precise." you said, sending him a small smile. he laughed and the crew gathered around the small screen, watching what was just filmed.

"ok... so let's do the scene where shawn puts camila on the bed again! it looked kinda awkward to me." the director instructs, as they agreed and got back to their places, shawn slipping his top back on. you walked back to your seat to go through the torture you just went through again, your boyfriend as clueless as ever. ———————————————— they did the same scene again for a few times, perfecting minor mistakes. shawn being the perfectionist that he is, he wanted everything to be in place, to be right. but having his girlfriend basically beg for him silently without him knowing, god was it so wrong. all you wanted was his touch everywhere, and boy did you want it now. but you couldn't have him for yourself now, you had to wait. and waiting was painful.

every minute that passed felt like hours, and you cra-

"cut! that's it!" the director shouts, snapping you out of your thoughts. everyone sighs in relief and the crew starts fixing the equipment. you hand over a towel to shawn and he wipes his sweat off with it. andrew gives him a bottle of water and he drinks all of it instantly. he sits next to the director, watching the piece of film that was chosen for the video. he nodded, pleased by the product. he slipped on a shirt that tiff brought him and he walked over to you, leaning against you. he took a deep breath as you feel him smile against the crook of your neck.

"you look tired." you whispered, so only he could hear. he chuckled lowly and looked at you.

"i kinda am, but there's one last thing left to film. gotta push through it you know?" he smiles and you smile back, not knowing what to say.

"how about you, are you tired? sorry if i haven't been talking to you all day, and i was the one who dragged you all the way here." he apologizes sincerely.

"no, it's ok bub. i understand, everything's good." you replied, but not in your usual tone. and with that, shawn knew what was up. a lightbulb in his brain suddenly lit up and he had a plan. no wonder she's been quiet all day, the brunette finally realizes.

the team told everyone that you'd be leaving for the next location and shawn smirked to himself.

the last scene awaits. ———————————————— you arrived at the last place and shawn and camila have already changed. they practiced a the choreo in the dressing room as they finished changing, and you didn't watch it. you wanted to be surprised.

the last camera was set up and they get into their positions. take after take, and they were almost there. something was missing, and no one knew what it was. it was getting pretty late, but they had to get the perfect shot, so you just waited.

you felt a pair of eyes on you and to your surprise, it was shawn. he smirked and you furrow your brows, not sure of what he meant. the setting of the room made him look more attractive than he already was, the red lighting complementing him perfectly. he smiled again and paid attention to the director.

"ok guys, this is our last shoot! i want the two of you to give it your all. and shawn, don't be afraid to get too touchy! get in the act! let's do it!" the director screams and the music starts playing.

they start the choreography and camila rests her back on his body, as shawn lightly grazed his fingers over her sides. he felt your eyes watch his every move and he continued to do what he did, knowing what effect it had on you. to him, your gaze felt like fire on his skin, and now, he craved for you too.

he carries her and pushes her up against the wall, the two of them being extremely close. you watched very closely, their lips almost grazing over each other's. and just right before their lips touched, the director shouts 'cut'. while everyone was applauding each other for their hard work, you sighed in relief and went over to shawn. you planted a kiss right on his jaw and he could've sworn he would've melted then and there. it was now a game of turning each other on, and oh did shawn know how much you were losing.

"congrats, love. it's going to be a hit." you send him a small smile, earning a smile back. he put his hand on your waist and whispered into your ear.

"thanks, babe. can't wait 'til we get back home." ———————————————— you were silent and cold all the way back to the apartment. but shawn? oh was he excited. he let his hand brush over your thighs every now and then, teasing you. you would groan but not too loudly, only for him to hear. he loved it, every single bit of it.

you finally reach the apartment and you sprinted to the room, shawn following behind you. as soon as you got on the floor of the apartment, you fumbled with the keys because of how frustrated you were, and shawn just laughed at you. you swinged the door right open and shawn just slammed it shut.

"what's wrong with you?" he asks calmly, taking off his ysl boots at the door, eyeing you carefully as he waits for your response.

"nothing's wrong with me." you lied. you kicked off your shoes and rushed into the bedroom.

"oh really?" he asks again, following you to the bedroom. he leans against the doorframe, watching you comb the tangles in your hair.

"yes, shawn. i'm alright." you lied again. he started walking towards you and you could see his body frame behind you in the mirror, making you put down the comb on your vanity. you stood up and turned around, looking up at him. dark eyes were looking back at yours and somehow he picked you up and carried you all the way to the bed. a soft thud was made when you landed on the bed, and before you was the shawn who only you saw. the shawn that no one else knows about.

he slipped of his shirt and hovered right above you, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. you cup his face in your hands, finally kissing him the way you wanted to since this morning.

"you were jealous, weren't you?" he asks, looking at you.

"i got a bit jealous, sure i'll admit that, but it's not that that's been bothering me all day you know?" you sighed, confessing your thoughts.

"then what is it?"

"it's just... i didn't know you'd be basically fuck camila out of that video, i wish you just told me that beforehand. and also, i always thought that... that side of you would be kept between us, you and me."

he felt his heart sink at your words and he kissed you ever so sincerely.

"i'm so sorry babe... i wish i told you sooner."

"it's ok babe, it's ok." you run your fingers through his curls and smiles.

"how about..." he whispers in your ear in a tone that sends shivers down your spine.

"hmm?"

"i make it up to you, my señorita?"

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A Thrill I’ve Never Known (Chapter 41)

Galerie Laurent

Arthur and reader decide to make the most of the spare time before the bank job. They spend some time with a very interesting Frenchman, and bump into another familiar face too... there’s some mild nsft in this chapter, but nothing major. This chapter is also a little longer than usual. Enjoy!

(All chapters tagged with #ATINK and also posted on Ao3, username PorkChop)

Arthur came up to me while I was hanging up some washing to dry; he looked slightly nervous. Well, not nervous, but he was acting a little strange, not quite his usual self. I wondered if it had something to do with the upcoming bank job, but then he started asking me about my chores, if I had many to do that day. I had a fair amount of clothes left to wash, then there were some dishes from the previous day that no one had cleaned yet; I told him that. A little crestfallen, he'd asked if it could wait.

"Why? Arthur, what're you up to?" I asked, slightly amused. He chuckled quietly, dodging eye contact and looking elsewhere.

"I was wondering, I got all day free. We're doing that bank tomorrow, but today…" he began, licked his lips to wet them, "I wanted to ask you out somewhere, thought it would be nice if we did something together while things are still relatively calm."

I paused, a smile blooming on my face. "Well, what did you have in mind?"

"I uh, I know a feller. Met him in the city, real interesting character he is," he explained, going to lean against one of the posts holding up the canvas shelter we were under, though it shifted and he abruptly straightened back up, "anyway, he's an artist. Charles Châtenay. He's got a show on at the gallery, thought maybe you'd like to go with me. Might be our last chance to go to the city for a while."

"Like a date, at the gallery?" I grinned, my heart rate quickening.

"Uh, a date. Yeah, I suppose it is," his mouth turned up at the corner and the colour in his cheeks wasn't dissipating. "We ain't done nothing like this, really, have we?"

I shook my head. "I'd love to, though."

"Miss Grimshaw won't mind me taking you away from your chores, will she?"

I snorted. "I don't care either way, I'll get 'em done at some point. But I ain't passing this up for nobody. What shall I wear? I gotta get changed!"

"Anything, you always look pretty to me," he shrugged. Arthur himself was dressed a little smarter than usual in his vest and good trousers; without stains or tears. He also had a little pomade in his hair, I noticed.

I simpered at his flattery. "I'll put something nice on, give me ten minutes," I held a finger up to him and ran off towards the house.

I put on some of the nicer clothes that I'd acquired over time; a lavender coloured walking suit with a pretty black trim, and a heavily ruffled shirtwaist underneath. I braided my hair, too, made it look as presentable as I could without the help of the girls, then hurried downstairs to meet Arthur by the horses.

We were discreet as we mounted up – me riding side saddle behind him on Jet – leaving as quietly and quickly as possible as to not alert anyone. We would essentially be slacking off in the eyes of some of the others, and I was not in the mood to get an earful; or worse, to be stopped at the last minute and not be able to go. I figured Arthur and I deserved to have a nice day out, it wasn't like we'd ever done it before. Not often, at least.

We rode to Saint Denis, and I was a little surprised at Arthur's willingness to go into the city for the sake of a date; I actually found it very flattering and sweet. He was very gentlemanly when we arrived at the gallery, gripping my hand as I slid down off the horse, taking my arm as we walked side by side into the building, holding doors open for me when we got inside. I was a girlish, grinning fool the entire time and I felt so happy to be on his arm. Just going on a date like a normal couple, having people see us together like we were, it felt so good.

When we got inside the gallery's foyer, we were greeted by a very eccentric Frenchman who I soon learned was Arthur's artist friend. He was a small man, with dark hair and a nicely styled moustache, striking, weaselly features that made me squirm a little when he stepped too close. Seemed friendly enough, though.

"Arthur! You came, mon ami. And you have company, I see," he exclaimed in his heavy accent, appraising me with a sweep of his eyes. "You did not tell me you had a wife, Arthur. May I say a very lovely one, too."

"Oh, we…" Arthur chuckled, eyeing me up as he decided whether to correct him. He let the sentence dissolve, and my heart skipped. "She is lovely," he agreed instead, then introduced us formally.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr. Châtenay," I gave a sweet nod of my head.

"Oh, the pleasure is all mine, I assure you. Has Arthur shown you the little drawing I gave him? Are you an admirer of my work?" Charles asked me eagerly, stepping forwards, just slightly too close for comfort. I gave him what I hoped was a polite smile that hid my mild unease.

"Oh, he hasn't, actually. I guess he wanted to surprise me with your work, but I'm sure it's lovely," I told him, and he gave a pleased chuckle.

"Mm, I sincerely hope you like it, ma chérie, perhaps you will like it so much that you will want to model for me, hm?"

"To model? Oh, wow, you'd want to paint me?" My eyes widened a little, and I heard Arthur give an uneasy laugh beside me. I glanced at him curiously, but Charles took my hand, lifted it, positioning me to get a better look at my form.

"Of course! I am always on the lookout for beautiful women who would be willing to sit for a little painter like moi, I can certainly see myself getting along well with you. She is a fine subject, Arthur, no?" He said, his moustache curving with his lips, eyes narrowing playfully.

"She, uh, she sure is," Arthur said, his smile a little forced, eyes not matching his mouth.

"Imagine that, being on the wall of a gallery for all to see, for all to admire! Such a pure beauty you possess!" Charles continued, squeezing my hand tighter.

"I couldn't imagine seeing myself in a gallery," I giggled, feeling my face warm up at all of his charm and flattery.

"Oh, I can picture it. I am picturing it," he said, his eyes rolling down my body.

"Okay, that's… that's enough now, I think," Arthur said awkwardly through a chuckle, his grip on my arm tightening minutely. I looked at him, confused. Charles was being nothing but complimentary, why was there an issue?

"You do not think she'd look right at home on the wall of a gallery, Mr. Arthur? Pah! What kind of a husband are you?" Charles exclaimed, though he was wearing a mischievous smile the whole time.

"Of course she would, not in any o' your paintings, though! I've seen the kinda work you do, partner," Arthur retorted, irritation seeping into every word, raising hairs on my arms. My eyes widened.

"I thought we were friends, hm? And now you insult my work? You must be no better than these uninspired, tasteless, boring idiots who come in droves just to complain," the faster Charles spoke the thicker his accent became, and some of his words merged together but I could still understand him.

Arthur sighed, held his hands out to him and waved a metaphorical white flag. "I ain't insulting your work, I'm just saying, I don't think the lady knows just what modelling for you would entail. Can we just– let's just go in. Come on, princess."

"Yes, let us go in, princess," Charles tittered, following us in as Arthur guided me by the elbow. I glanced cautiously over my shoulder at him, not missing the way the artist's eyes lingered on my behind.

We passed through a small room decorated with elegant stone sculptures and photographs on the walls. Mostly wildlife photographs of wolves and alligators and horses, but one portrait. The portrait made me do a double take as we passed it, and I stopped dead in my tracks where it hung on the powder blue wall.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, forgetting where I was and turning a few heads. "Arthur, this guy looks just like you!"

Arthur glanced up at it, his casual expression soon turning stiff and shocked with eyes as big as wagon wheels. His face coloured up very quickly, and his eyes darted to the other photographs in the room, a sliver of recognition appearing. I took a second look at the portrait, at the gentleman's clothes; that jacket and satchel looked far too familiar, and even through the graininess of the image, those eyes were unmistakable.

"Goodness, that is you," I murmured in shock, peering up at Arthur. He chuckled nervously.

"Ah, yes! I always thought that man seemed familiar!" Charles added, leaning between us to get a better look at the image.

"Alright, that's uh– okay, the paintings are in the next room," Arthur mumbled, prying me away from the print.

"What the hell? Why are you on the wall?" I queried.

"It's uh, it's a long story," he chuckled.

"Perhaps I should turn my viewfinder to you, mon ami. You're clearly no stranger to being the artist's muse. How about I paint you? Or the both of you together? Oh, that's an inspiring thought," Charles suggested and Arthur gave him a look.

"Watch it," he said, voice low, a hint of a threat there.

We stepped into the room, then, and it all suddenly made sense. The room was lined with a dozen or so paintings of nude – or mostly nude – models. So that's why Arthur didn't want me posing for him. I peered at Arthur, cocked a brow above my smirk.

"Wow, I have to admit. This ain't at all what I expected, Arthur," I said quietly.

"What were you expecting? Boring landscapes? People painted in dull colours and dramatic lighting, frolicking in the countryside or something?" Charles asked as he passed by me, sauntering into the middle of the room with his arms crossed.

"Honestly, kinda," I laughed, looking around at the people attending the exhibition. There were a lot of well-to-do city folk about, each with a turned up nose and a hissy whisper, their mannerisms screamed disapproval and I couldn't help but laugh at the people getting all worked up at a rather artistic rendition of a gentleman's pasty behind.

"Did I, uh, make a mistake bringing you here?" Arthur asked me under his breath, but I turned the smile I was wearing to him and shook my head firmly.

"Course not. I can handle a few breasts and backsides, Arthur. This is real different, in a good way!" I told him, strolling into the room, a flash of red, blue and yellow catching my eye immediately. My lips parted and I got up close to the painting of a woman barely concealed by the drapery of her undergarments. The vivid colours in the painting were beautiful and carefully balanced, and the brush strokes were rather blocky and gestural, but communicated her form and the seat she was situated in clearly. I hadn't seen art like it before.

"Ain't this something?" I said to Arthur as he stepped up beside me. He tilted his head at the painting, pursing his lips a little.

"Sure, it's something. It's a woman with all her stuff hangin' out," he murmured and I scoffed, patting him on the arm.

"Ain't this at all appealing to you? If not in an artistic sense, then purely based on the fact you're a strapping, hot-blooded man?" I quirked a brow playfully at him. He laughed at my wording.

"Don't do much for me, I don't know the woman," he shrugged his shoulders, and his response surprised me. What interesting reasoning.

"What if you did know her?" I asked curiously.

"Depends who it was," he looked down at me, "if it was you it wouldn't be on the wall of a gallery," he snorted.

"Where'd it be?"

"Back page of my journal, never leaving my side," he smirked, his tone playful as it fell low for my ears only.

"Dirty dog," I quipped back, fully in jest, my cheeks aching from smiling and hot from the flush of blood rising there.

I moved onto the next painting – a man wearing nothing but a hat, laying on his front – leaning in to study it only for a moment before a ruckus caught my attention beside me. Voices were being raised, outrage amongst the visitors, Charles standing in the middle of it all with a comically disinterested expression. People obviously weren't happy about the nudity on display. Especially since the woman in the painting we'd just been admiring apparently happened to be the wife of the guy raising all the commotion. A woman soon stepped between the painting and Arthur and I, spreading her arms to obscure it.

"Stop lookin' at my husband's buttocks!" She crowed, and we stumbled backwards away from her with wide eyes.

"Stop lookin' at my momma!" Another guy yelled. Arthur and I shared a glance; he looked as if he was trying not to laugh.

"Well, maybe she shouldn't've exposed herself like that," the woman quipped back with a sneering, snooty little tone that irritated even me.

"Says the woman whose husband's ass we've all been staring at," I whispered very quietly to Arthur, being careful that he was the only person who could hear. He cracked up, wheezing loudly and attracting a few looks, but they were all soon distracted.

One man was throwing a punch at another. Charles was being battered to the ground by a handbag, wielded by another miserable looking woman with a face all puckered and flushed. Chaos was breaking out, and I watched on with wide eyes, backing into the corner out of harm's way.

I personally couldn't see the harm in a few paintings like the ones on display, it was the human form, we all had some rendition of the same thing hidden under layers of clothing. If art couldn't celebrate our freest form, what could? Perhaps it was the colourful eroticism of some of his paintings that was making them recoil, the rawness of some of the nude figures as they lounged and twisted, showing every crease and curve not usually seen by eyes other than one's lover. I was taken by my own musings, gradually becoming more and more enamoured with Charles' work. I wondered what it'd be like to be drawn in my natural state. Perhaps not by Mr. Châtenay himself, but by someone…

My eyes flashed from a painting of a lady lounging backwards with no sense of shame, over to Arthur, who was helping Charles up to his feet and directing him away from the commotion. A gentleman went after him, only to be held back by a hand on his shoulder; one not appreciated. The gentleman, so outraged by nudity though not above petty violence, raised a fist to Arthur. He caught it, wrestling it away from him as I gasped.

"Hey, calm yourself, friend," he said in a low and commanding voice woven with a thread of menace.

"Don't tell me to calm myself while that sick pervert just stands there with that look on his damn face–" he yelled, spit flying, seething in a way I felt was disproportionate to what was actually going on. Charles was indeed standing there in the doorway as fights broke out before me, I edged away to join him, side stepping towards the archway, dumbfounded by the events unfolding as other women filtered out.

With his wrists gripped tight by Arthur's hands, the man jammed a kick into his thigh. I stepped forwards as Arthur grunted in pain, wanting to do something to help.

"Son of a– don't make me hit you in front of the lady," Arthur threatened through gritted teeth.

A glob of spit was fired in his face and he didn't think twice, letting go of his wrists only to swing, laying the man out seemingly effortlessly. That's when the real chaos ensued.

"Get out of here!" Arthur urged me, and I did as I was told, trotting out of the room as Charles took my elbow in his hand, briskly guiding me away from the messy display.

"Hit him as much as you like, now the lady isn't watching!" Charles called over his shoulder, tittering to himself.

"Charles!" I scolded, tugging my arm out of his grip and stopping by the stairs that led down to street level.

"What? Le branleur deserved it. None of those men stand a chance against him, do they? Big, impressive man your husband is," he said, his eyelids lowering.

"No, you're right about that," I sighed. "What a bunch of lunatics. Imagine getting so worked up over art!"

"Oh, but I think I have finally arrived. That was a memorable opening day, they're sure to be talking about my exhibition for years," he cheered.

"Yeah, hopefully not 'cause of the body count. I hope he restrains himself," I frowned, looking over my shoulder into the gallery. Arthur appeared a few moments later, shaking his tender hand out. He looked to have fared quite well from the ordeal, sporting a slightly swollen lip and a couple of hairs out of place, and that was it.

I sighed and took his hand in mine when he reached us, inspecting his red, blood speckled knuckles.

"Let's get out of here," he said, altering the relation of our hands by entwining our fingers.

"Yes, I know a place I can lie low!" Charles said, scampering down the stairs. Arthur and I followed close behind him, figuring it was best to accompany him before he got himself into any more trouble.

"You're welcome, by the way, for dealing with that mess," Arthur grunted as we walked, "you artistic folk ain't too good at dealing with the public, huh?" He snorted.

"The purpose of art is to provoke emotion, no?" Charles said, throwing a smirk over his shoulder as we left the gallery and crossed the street, heading down an alleyway. "Their emotions were too strong to be contained. It is not my job as the artist to police emotion. Only to bring it. I'd say I did my part tremendously."

"Yeah, you sure did your part," Arthur muttered, rolling his eyes. "I guess my part is stopping you from gettin' lynched."

"And you too, did your part tremendously. Merci, mon ami!"

"Violent outbursts aside, I have to say I was rather impressed," I said, and Charles turned around with an impish grin on his face once we reached a door.

"Perhaps you will want to pose for me after all?" He delighted, and I narrowed my eyes a little.

"Perhaps not. I ain't quite ready to be the subject of people's horror, up on that gallery wall."

"Shame. The world is not ready. One day they will see my art as something to celebrate, and not to detest. Maybe then I will seek you out, eh ma chérie?" He said, grasping my hand and lifting it to his mouth, getting away with brushing a kiss against my knuckle just before Arthur shoved his shoulder.

"Get out of here," he grumbled, though his face betrayed his amusement.

"I am going!" Charles exclaimed, turning and knocking on the door, slipping through as he called out to whoever was inside.

Arthur shook his head, chuckling to himself as he turned and we started heading back towards the street.

"That man," he breathed, "I told you he was an interesting character."

"That's putting it mildly," I smirked.

"He liked you," he noted, sounding inwardly peeved.

"I liked that photograph of you," I steered the subject, falling into step with him once we were back out on the street. "You ever gonna tell me about that?"

Arthur's expression lifted and he shook his head mildly. "Ahh, I met this photographer. Albert Mason. Funny man, seems to always be tryin'a get himself eaten whenever I see him, by some animal or another. He took that photo of me, I thought he just wanted a test shot."

"You didn't know it was there?" I raised my brows.

"Course not. I probably wouldn't've let him get away with it if I did," he chuckled, "clearly he didn't take me for someone who visits galleries all too often. I don't quite know why he'd display that."

"You wouldn't," I murmured, "but anyone else with a pair of eyes would. It's a lovely photograph."

"Was real embarrassed when I saw it," he admitted, laughing breathily.

"You shouldn't be. Though… I think I would be if I was in your shoes, so I get it," I laughed.

"If it was a photograph of you up there, Charles' exhibition would've flopped. Not that it was a roaring success as it was but you get the picture. Everyone'd just be lookin' at you."

"Are you flattering me again?" I smiled mischievously at him. Arthur didn't respond, just wore a satisfied smile and kept on looking ahead. I lowered my lids flirtatiously. "I do wonder, though, what if I wanted to pose nude for an artist?" I said the final word with a playful, french flair.

"Well that… that would be up to you, I suppose," he murmured, though he frowned, "but I know that man, didn't take me long to suss him out. He's after more than artistic expression."

I raised my brows. "But he thinks we're married," I smirked a little at that, pointing it out indulgently.

"Trust me, that wouldn't stop him," he snorted.

"Well then, I guess I'll just have to pose for some other artist," I shrugged, innocently clasping my hands behind my back, bringing a casual sway into my walk as I looked at him through the corner of my eye.

He stared at me, his brows lowered in confusion, I could practically hear the cogs turning in his head, and I giggled.

"Are you trying to make me jealous, or somethin'?" He eventually questioned, and I burst with a laugh.

"No!" I exclaimed, searched our surroundings for listening ears, "I'm trying to flirt with you, you silly man."

Arthur's eyes widened, a pretty pink hue creeping up his neck and to his cheeks.

"You're an artist, ain't you?" I added.

"No," he snorted bluntly, and I shook my head at him. "Not like Charles Châtenay, I don't do paintings and whatnot."

"Yeah, but you draw. And you're damn good at it," I told him, taking his hand and turning to him, a flirty smile on my face, "I'd take my clothes off for you so you could practice your figure drawing, for sure."

"Saying those things in public? You're playin' a dangerous game, little lady," he hummed, wearing a big, amused grin on his face, darkened a little with desire. We turned a corner and found ourselves on a deserted street. I let go of his hand and skipped ahead a bit so I could turn around, walking backwards so I faced him. He strolled along after me, eyes appreciating my body.

"Dangerous, how?" I lilted, shimmying my skirt up to flash just a little bit of ankle. Arthur flushed darker, scrubbing at his face a little as he shook his head at my silliness. I dropped my skirt back into place and turned back around, staying ahead of him.

I gasped in surprise when I suddenly felt his hands at my hips, and I was being pulled down the little alleyway between the nearest two buildings.

"See, this is why I don't like cities," he began under his breath, his voice so deep and smooth and sweet like molasses. I stared at him with wide eyes, backed up against the wall. "If we were out in the wilderness, I could take you up on that, no problem."

His hand went to my chin, tilting my head up, from side to side a little so his eyes could study my entire face. He licked his lips and I closed my eyes, anticipating the warm press of his mouth; craving it. The air felt unnaturally cool when the contact never came, and eventually I opened my eyes to see his smirk. There was a ghost of arrogance there; it cropped up every now and then, always surprised me, though I liked to see it. He could do with the confidence, he was otherwise so unsure of himself.

"Holding off on me?" I questioned, pouting.

"If I kiss you, as tempting as that is, I fear I'll get carried away," he said, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb.

"What if I ask nicely?"

"Ask as nicely as you want, pretty angel, but I ain't promising nothing," his tone was playful.

"All I want is one kiss, Arthur, this is a date, after all," I dared, dipping my mouth to kiss the tip of his thumb. He made an involuntary sound.

"One kiss'll turn into two… three… God knows what else, the way you've got me feeling. Especially after seeing that Frenchman's eyes on you, got me feeling like I need to make the most of having you before someone comes along and takes you away from me."

"By all means make the most of it," I nodded eagerly and he gave a dirty chuckle. "But no one's taking me away, I'm yours."

"You're making this real hard for me," he breathed, eyes closing momentarily. He smirked at a private joke and I tilted my head.

"That's the idea. I'm trying to get my kiss," I teased, stroking my hands up and down his broad chest. His eyes dropped down to my hands briefly.

"You could just take it for yourself, you know."

"You wouldn't try and stop me?"

"Find out," he dared.

Of course, I didn't hesitate. I pressed my lips to his, hard, with embarrassingly little skill or restraint, immediately reining it in a little when he grunted in surprise (maybe even pain, with his swollen lip). My fingers crept up his body, into his hair, quickly letting go when I remembered he'd made the effort to pomade it. The kiss was a mess until Arthur responded, tilting his head and moving his lips with mine, helping me out. My experience – or lack thereof – certainly showed when he handed me the reins. Even so, it was easy to lose myself in the kiss.

When he pulled away, I found myself voicing my desire without thinking. "God, I want you," I breathed, and my voice shook unexpectedly.

"Perhaps we should get ourselves a room at the hotel, and I can give you what you want," he murmured, pressing his body firm against mine. I was turned on, feeling hot and pleasant between my legs, resisting the urge to rub against him like an animal.

"Oh, pretty please," I nodded.

"You're gonna kill me," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. "Or get me arrested, gettin' me hard in public so easy."

"Oh my," I sighed, arching forwards, feeling the proof of his words against my belly. "Your fault. You took me down this alleyway."

"Shit, I did, didn't I?" He mused.

"Let's go to that hotel, have a little lie down together, hmm?" I said sweetly, and Arthur groaned quietly. His hips rolled forwards, grinding his erection against my belly once before he pushed away from me, a frustrated growl bubbling up his throat. I stayed pressed up against the wall, watching as his hand went between his legs, readjusting himself so the bulge there wasn't as obvious.

"You're a menace. How can I walk the streets like this?" He questioned, though he seemed more amused than anything.

"You want me to describe what I found in Uncle's union suit last time I washed it?" I asked, giving him a mischievous grin. He winced.

"Christ no, the thought alone will be enough."

We headed to the hotel once Arthur was able to be seen in public, eager to check in and get behind closed doors. There was nobody at the front desk when we arrived, so we dinged the little bell and waited, standing side by side a good foot apart to avoid temptation. I was a bad influence, of course, because my hand found its way to his, delicately entwining our fingers. Arthur peered at me, brows soft, suddenly looking warm and sentimental at my touch.

Movement caught my eye over his shoulder, someone appearing in the doorway that led to the rooms. For a second I thought she was the clerk, but my brain sparked with recognition when I looked at her face. Arthur turned his head, following my gaze, and I heard his sharp inhale.

"Arthur? You came!" Mary exclaimed, clearly shocked to see him.

Of course. I immediately recalled her letter, the one Arthur had tossed into the fire; she was staying at this hotel. It hadn't occurred to me before, but I was faced with the realisation that Arthur had taken my virginity while she was probably in the same building, we just hadn't known at the time. My face immediately heated up.

"Oh, uh, hi Mary," Arthur said after a pause that was unnaturally long, "Hotel Grand, this is where you're staying."

"Yes, my letter said so," Mary said, her tone a little confused. I averted my eyes, tried to let go of Arthur's hand, he gripped onto me though, didn't let me separate our hands. The small act made my heart want to dance out of my rib cage.

There was another awkward pause, and Mary looked at me. It took a moment, but she seemed to recognise me from the day I'd gone with Arthur to see her all those weeks ago. Her lips parted, she didn't know what to say for a moment, but she gathered herself quickly and reassembled her composed expression.

"Oh, perhaps you didn't receive my letter. This must be a coincidence," she said, her laugh quite hollow. "What a small world we live in. I'm Mary, you must be the girl Arthur was with before. You were new to his… group, as I understand."

"Yes, I remember you," I nodded, smiling at her despite the fact that my heart was racing and I felt so nervous my hands were immediately clammy, "it's nice to meet you."

"You too," she nodded, returning my smile. Her eyes casually dropped to where Arthur and I's hands were connected, then she looked away awkwardly. "Well, I won't keep you. I was hoping I could ask a favour of you, Arthur, but I suppose this is a bad time."

"I, uh, I'm sorry, Mary. This is… no, I can't really– we are–" Arthur stammered, looking between the two of us. He was the human embodiment of a fish out of water, just struggling and panicking and suffocating right in front of us. I felt awful for him. I squeezed his hand.

"We've moved around some since the last time Arthur saw you, your letter must've gotten lost along the way somewhere. We had no idea you were here, I'm sorry for this awkward confusion," I stepped forward, chuckling and trying to lighten the atmosphere.

"Oh, no, it was my mistake. I just assumed…" Mary shook her head, clasping her hands in front of her, fiddling with them.

I shook my head dismissively and introduced myself properly with my name, letting go of Arthur's hand only to offer mine to Mary. She looked at it for a moment, then delicately shook it.

"We're only in the city for a little while, just saw a show at the gallery. Real interesting painter, Charles Châtenay," I conversed, holding Arthur's hand again right away.

"Oh, I know Arthur has a creative streak, with that journal he keeps," she noted, nodding. "I always thought he could make something of himself if he poured more time into his artwork."

I looked at Arthur for his response to that, but he just stood there, mouth slightly open, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Um, anyway, I should let you get on. Arthur, if I could ask you for one more favour… if you get the time, may I speak with you? It's about Daddy," she said, her brows arching sadly. Arthur released a breath a little harder than natural and shook his head.

"Mary, you know what I told you last time–" he began, but she spoke over him.

"I know, but his drinking and his gambling has–" she stopped, shaking her head. I frowned, a sudden drop of sympathy manifesting for her. "Oh, Arthur. I know he was never kind to you."

"No, he wasn't. I'm sorry Mary, but I can't help you. I'm sure somebody else will, but I'm–" Arthur glanced at me, then sighed. "I'm moving on. Me and this lady here, we're trying to spend some time together. I'm… I'm real fond of her, and it'd be mighty improper of me to leave her to run an errand for someone else."

"No, you're right. I understand," Mary said, nodding her head. Her expression was difficult to read, her lips were pressed together in a tight line.

"I think it's best for the both of us if… if we let things lie."

"Of course," she nodded, not looking either of us in the eye.

"Mary, I'm sorry," Arthur said softly, he sounded guilty, his expression was pained. I kept quiet and fiddled with the buttons on my jacket.

"No, it's okay. You have your own problems to worry about, I understand that. I should've asked someone else," she sighed. "I don't know if this will mean much coming from me, but I'm happy for you."

"Oh, thank you, Mary," Arthur said, a little stunned. Mary looked at me for a moment before meeting Arthur's eyes again.

"I'm glad you've found someone. I just hope she can give you what I couldn't. And I hope you do right by her, you're not–" she paused, looking down as she searched for the words. "You're not an easy man to love, Arthur."

I recoiled a little at that. I figured she didn't mean that as harshly as it sounded, at least I hoped she didn't; I gave her the benefit of the doubt. Regardless, I begged to differ.

"Goodbye Arthur, Miss," she nodded to us both, then hurried away, out of the hotel before either of us could say anything else.

We were left alone in silence for a while, the clerk nowhere to be found. Eventually, Arthur ran a hand over his face, released a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry, princess. I completely forgot that she was staying here. I wouldn't've come here if it had occurred to me," he said quietly, his voice almost devoid of emotion.

"It's alright. I forgot too, and I suppose I'm glad to have met her, in a way," I shrugged, hugging his arm and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I'm– I'm fine. I just didn't expect to see her here, it sort of– God, I'm a fool. You had to do most of the talking, when it was my thing to deal with. I'm sorry I put that on you," he murmured, turning and leading me to sit down on the loveseat nearby.

"You were shocked, understandably. And it was real awkward there for a while," I gave a small chuckle, then shook my head, "don't worry. I think you handled it okay."

"You don't mind that I told her about us?"

"Of course not."

"Do I… do I do right by you? Are you happy with your lot, the lot I give you?" He asked me out of nowhere and I stared him in the eye, completely taken aback.

"Arthur, you've told me you'll leave the gang to run away with me after this job. You took me into the city that you hate just to take me to an exhibition you thought I'd like. You… you held onto my hand in front of Mary just now, which sounds silly but that made me feel so, so happy. Don't doubt yourself over me, things are crazy right now but I would never wanna go back to how things were before I knew you," I told him quietly, gripping his hand tightly and leaning close to him.

"I just know what you deserve, and I'm worried I can't give it to you," he murmured, a frown etched seemingly permanently between his brows.

"Oh, be quiet with that, Arthur," I sighed, holding his cheek and turning his head to look at me. "I hate it when you talk like that. You don't know how happy you make me."

”I'm sorry. I guess Mary just summed it up, there, the thing I'm always thinking about."

"What's that?"

"That I ain't an easy man to…" he trailed off with a sigh, shaking his head. "I understand why."

"Arthur, I ain't struggling," I said, smiling sweetly. "Let's enjoy our day, hm?"

"Angel, you say the right thing every time you open your mouth, what I wouldn't give to have that skill," he gave a breathy laugh, shaking his head.

"You're looking at me through rose-coloured glasses if that's what you think, just the other day I was telling everyone how much I loved your fingers, remember that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Of course," he smirked. "That was real cute."

"Cute? Good lord," I breathed, flushing and averting my eyes. Arthur grinned.

"Where the hell is the clerk? I wanna take you upstairs," he said abruptly, rising to his feet to ding the bell a few more times.

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deans-baby-momma · 4 years

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Rebel Without A Cause-Ch 19

A/N: The NSFW document has been updated to include this chapter.

After the events in Delaware, Maggie went back to work at the newspaper. Jo was still miffed that Maggie was now dating Dean and had practically cut all ties with her co-worker and former friend.

The rest of the staff were still as warm and welcoming as before though, and so life went back to normal. Well, as normal as it could be when you are exclusively dating an up and coming rockstar.

Maggie had to get used to media speculations on who the mystery woman was that had tamed the lead singer, seeing as there were no more obnoxious stories coming from the band's late-night shenanigans. TMZ had snapped a picture of her and Dean at the airport but thankfully, her face had been obstructed so it was still a bit of a puzzle for those who didn't know.

Monday morning came and Maggie arrived at her work cubicle to find a note to report to Mr. Singer's office immediately. She put her bag and personal items in her desk and made her way to the oak door with his name splashed across it. As soon as she knocked, she heard a gruff "Come in" and anxiously turned the knob.

Taking a deep breath, Maggie walked into the editor's office. She knew she had been lax on her last couple of stories, not going into many details about the performance or the production of the shows. She had mostly just written her personal opinion for each piece and went on her way, in favor of submitting something just to get back to Dean. She feared that her lack of effort was going to ultimately cost her the job.

Mr. Singer's office was what Maggie would call collective chaos. Papers littered every surface of the room, scattered among empty takeout boxes and bottles of water. She didn't know how the man kept any semblance of order, let alone publish the weekly editions of Ft. Garrison News.

She cleared her throat and spoke to the man behind the equally cluttered desk. "You wanted to see me?"

"Huh?" Mr. Singer grunted then looked up from his computer. "Oh yes. Ms. Fitzgerald. Yes, we need to discuss a few things.

"I'm sorry, babe. I can't," Maggie expresses through the phone. "I can't afford to lose this job, you know that."

"I know,' Dean responds with a defeated sigh. "Not going to be the same without you, though. You’re what I look forward to now. My performances are going to suck!" Dean knew he was sounding like a whining kid but it was true, he always seemed to execute better shows knowing she was in the back waiting for him- she was his muse, his dream. But he also knew that her career was just as important so he sucked it up and relented. "Can I at least call you after the shows?"

"I'd be upset if you didn't," Maggie tells him. "No matter how late it is, I expect you to call me and tell me all about it."

"What if I'm in need?" Dean asks playfully, already resigned to the fact that for at least his next two gigs Maggie wouldn't be there. "Can we have phone sex?"

Laughing at the request, Maggie replies. "I'll do one even better. We can Skype sex."

"Woman, you’re going to kill me," Dean wails through the earpiece.

Without looking at the ringing device, Maggie grabs her phone as she logs out for the day and grabs her bag from her desk.

"Maggie Fitzgerald speaking."

"So, Dean says you're stuck with work for the next two shows?" Maggie smiles as she recognizes Rayne voice.

After the events of that night in Milton, Rayne and Maggie had become best friends, calling and texting each other constantly. The fact that they had become more intimate than usual best friends wasn't even an afterthought. It was as if it were totally normal for friends to eat each other out and fuck their respective boyfriends’ side by side.

"Yea, well, when the bossman practically tells you to shape up or ship out, you kinda gotta shape up if you want to keep your job."

"That sucks," Rayne says and Maggie can visualize the pout on her friend's face. "I'm not going to have anyone to talk to."

"Oh, I'm sure you can find someone to talk to. Backstage is usually full of eager people," Maggie chuckled. Her amusement died out as a thought came to mind but she shook it off. "You could always chat up Crowley." The smile on her face returned as she heard her friend scoff through the device.

"Yeah right. That man is as entertaining as a hermit crab," Rayne said. "I'm sure we can find plenty of stuff in common."

Maggie and Rayne continued to discuss the reason Maggie was missing the next two shows as Maggie drove home.

That night, Maggie laid in bed. She knew Dean was up on that stage, rocking and singing, dancing, and making all the ladies in the place swoon. Her earlier conversation with Rayne came back to mind; specifically about the eager people who would be backstage to party and celebrate with the band. All the women that would be willing to praise and applaud them, especially Dean. He was the frontman, the one everyone seemed to swoon about.

Maggie hated to admit it but she was fearful that without her presence, Dean would resume his old persona. The persona where he would pick a woman out of the crowd and enjoy her company, with or without the others. Would he overlook the fact that they were in a relationship in lieu of some random pussy? Would he realize that he was actually missing out on the indulgence of a random fuck? Is he buried deep inside someone who wasn't her at this very moment? Maggie fell asleep waiting for a phone call that may or may not come.

Maggie's heart broke as she walked into the room to see Dean laying on his back with a blonde bouncing on his cock. His hands were gripping her hips so tight, Maggie was sure the girl would be sporting bruises in the shape of his fingers for days. He had his head thrown back, eyes closed and his mouth hung open, grunts and groan passing through his pink lips.

"Fuck, Suze! You ride my dick so good," Dean pants out and Maggie can feel the tears swell and overflow her eyes, running down her face. How could he do this to her? How could he just shrug what they had off so easily? Maggie watched as Dean began thrusting up into 'Susie' and her head started ringing. And continued to ring. Squeezing her eyes shut to get the image of her boyfriend screwing some stranger out of her head and to try to stop the ringing, Maggie opened her eyes slowly when there was only the ringing left in her head. No moans and mewls in a feminine voice, no grunts and groans from Dean; just a constant ringing.

She was dazed for a moment as she took in the sight of the ceiling tiles above her, her bedroom ceiling tiles. She was in bed crying into her pillow over Dean sleeping with someone else. The ringing stopped only to start again and Maggie realized it was her phone making the sound. It had all been a dream!

Wiping away the tears and clearing her throat, she hoped her voice didn't give away the fact that she'd been crying. "Hey, babe," she answers after seeing Dean's name on the screen.

"Hello, gorgeous," Dean's voice croons through the phone, the smile evident. "Did I wake you?"

"No," Maggie lies. "No, I was just uh, editing my story for the high school theater program I had to cover. How was the concert?"

"Eh, it was okay. I missed seeing you in the crowd. I miss you, baby," Dean says with a sigh of longing. "Can I see you? You up for a Skype call?"

Maggie chewed on her lip at his request. She knew as soon as he saw her face, he'd know she had lied about being awake. He would see that she'd been crying and then she would have to voice her doubts and fears.

"Um, just let me go to the bathroom real quick and then I'll Skype you, okay?"

"Make it quick, sweetheart," Dean laughs. "There is someone here that's really missing you."

Maggie hangs up and rushes to the bathroom to wash the evidence of her tears off her face, wondering who he could be talking about. Was he with Sam and Rayne?

Opening her laptop, Maggie sat with her legs crisscrossed on the bed. She opened the Skype app and scrolled down to click on Dean's handle. She watches as the call connects and Dean's handsome face fills the window, a wide smile making itself known. "There's my beautiful girlfriend!"

Maggie blushes, she will never get used to being called beautiful by the sexiest man on the planet.

"Hi," she answers with an equally wide smile. "So are you alone?" she asks as she takes in his bare shoulders and chest. Why was he shirtless if he was hanging out with his brother and her best friend?

"Yep. All alone," he confirms. "Came straight back to the room after the concert."

"If you're alone, who were you talking about missing me?"

Dean gets a wicked gleam in his eyes and answers, "Little Dean misses you."

Maggie laughs as she watches him change the viewfinder on the phone to the camera on the back. His arousal is evident under the blanket. His hand comes into view and she gazes at her screen while he palms his erection and wraps a hand around his covered length. "There isn't anything little about him," she states.

Dean comes back on the screen and he has a smirk on his face. He knows he’s well-endowed and he knows what it does to her.

"Baby, I'm so fucking horny," he whines through the computer speakers. "I need a release. Will you help me?"

Maggie pulls her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it. "And just how do you suppose I do that?" she teases.

"Show me that pretty little pussy, baby. Let me rub one out while watching you do the same."

Quickly undressing and positioning the computer between her legs, Maggie gets comfortable. "How's that?" she asks, making sure not to glance at the smaller window on her screen; concentrating on the view of Dean's hand rubbing up and down his cock.

"Fuck, baby. That pussy looks so delicious. Touch your clit. Rub circles on it, make it throb for me." Maggie grants his request, touching her sensitive button and shivering at the sensation. She could feel her wetness increasing and her walls flutter around nothing. Dean's groans through the speakers bring her attention back to him.

She can tell he lubed up his hand with saliva before beginning to thrust his hips into his hold. Watching him jerk off causes Maggie to need more, to need to be filled so she withdraws from her clit and reaches lower, teasing her entrance with her fingertips. "Goddamn. That is sexy as fuck. Finger yourself, baby. Slide those fingers into that hot pussy, Mags. Get yourself off with your hand."

Maggie pushes her fingers into her body and immediately feels the coil in her abdomen tightening. She begins fucking herself with her fingers at the same pace Dean's hand moves along his hardened dick.

"Fuck I miss feeling that tight cunt squeezing me," Dean pants out. "Tell me, baby, are you gonna cum? Is that pussy clamping down on your fingers yet?"

"Uh-huh," is all Maggie can utter. She is so close to an orgasm. It's been a while since she's done this but the sound of Dean's voice and what he is saying brings her to her end quickly.

"Cum with me, Mags," Dean says and she obeys, soaking her fingers and palms as she sees him shoot his load, a gob of his release hitting the screen. "Oops." Dean chuckles. "Will definitely need to clean that off before I use my phone again."

Maggie laughs with him, removing her hand from between her legs and wiping her juices off with a towel.

"Well that was fun, but my god Mags, I miss you so fucking much!" Dean says after they have both cleaned up and are dressed again, enjoying the afterglow of a good orgasm.

"I miss you too, Dean," Maggie admits, feeling the ache deep in her chest. She knew now that she loves and is in love with Dean but prior experiences have her frightened to admit it out loud. Love hadn't worked out for her in the past.

When they both begin to yawn, they decide to hang up and get some rest. As they say their goodbyes, Dean utters something that sends Maggie reeling.

"I love you, baby," Dean sleepily declares as he ends the call, leaving Maggie to stare at the now darkened screen. 'Did he?' she thinks. 'Did he just say he loves me?'

Maggie is in the audience of the local community theatre observing the cast as they act out a scene from Shakespeare’s ‘Taming of the Shrew’ when her phone vibrates in her pocket, notifying her that someone had sent her a message. She quickly checks the device to see that Rayne has sent her a video. Knowing she can’t watch it at that time, Maggie slips the phone back into her pocket and continues watching as Tranio and Lucentio discuss how Lucentio can win Elena’s heart before Grumio returns with detailed stories of what happened at the wedding of Kate and Petruchio.

By the time the curtain drops at the end of the 5th and final act, Maggie is anxious to get out of the theatre so that she can see what Rayne had sent her. As soon as she gets into her car and is settled, she pulls her phone out and opens the message. The video begins playing and Maggie sees it is the backstage room that she and Rayne usually hang out in while the guys are on stage. It’s obvious by the lack of people in the room that Rayne is alone. Maggie watches as the camera pans around the room, She sees Meg and Cas in a discussion with a group of people, Benny standing to the side talking to the stage crew. She briefly speculates where Dean is but before that thought can get out of control, Maggie sees Rayne’s pretty face fills the screen. She turns the volume up to hear what her friend is saying.

“...the concert was good. Everyone enjoyed themselves but the after-party is a little quiet.” Rayne laughs and smiles up at who Maggie suspects is Sam. “I’m getting there, honey,” she says and then directs her attention back to the camera. “So I just wanted to let you know. Everything is good and you don’t have to worry about your man because well…” she turns the camera once again and Maggie sees Dean sitting by himself, looking down at his phone. “Let’s just say he’s occupied. And lonely.” Rayne sneaks up behind Dean and Maggie can see what he is looking at. There is a picture of her that he had snapped one day while they were out filling the screen. In the picture, Dean had said something goofy, causing Maggie to laugh and he had taken that opportunity to snap a picture.

Rayne once again directs the camera toward herself and smiles brightly. “Girl, we all miss you. When are you coming back? Love you!” Rayne blows a kiss at the screen before ending the video.

Maggie feels the tears well up in her eyes, knowing that Dean has apparently changed his philandering ways and instead was staring at her picture is just, so sincere. And after what he had said the last time they talked, it made Maggie’s heart beat faster. He did love her! Maggie decided then and there that she wasn’t missing any more concerts, even if she did have to look for another job. She wanted-needed-to be with her man.

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toddysdiaries · 5 years

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Not Together Anyway - Jeff Wittek x Reader

((GIF IS NOT MINE))

Pairing: Jeff Wittek x Reader

Requested?: yes, by anon:

‘Could you do a Jeff imagine where there’s a lot of staring at each other from afar and smiling and casual flirting but no one acts on it and Jeff ends up making out with another girl at a party and y/n gets really upset and someone (maybe Heath or Zane) comforts her and confronts Jeff afterwards (against her will)’

Summary: Jeff and the reader have an unspoken relationship that neither of them has acted on yet and then Jeff makes out with another girl and breaks your heart, Heath tries to defend your honour.

Words: 1,751 words

Warnings: confrontations, not-cheating (kind of cheating but they’re not actually together), physical fighting (like one punch), few swear words, angst angst angst

A/N: Requests are open!

You'd met the vlog squad through Mariah, a girl that you danced with. She was dating Heath, one of the original vlog squad members. You were unaware of the YouTubers before Mariah had introduced you to them for a bit for a video. From then on you became a regular in David's bits, and you were in a lot of Zane and Jason's videos too. You'd gotten very close to Heath and Zane over the time you'd known them. Heath, in particular, you had become a little sister to.

The subscribers all loved you and wanted you to make your own channel and they all shipped you with Jeff, a guy who had joined the vlog squad not too long after you had. You had forged a great friendship with Jeff, and in the past couple of months, the two of you had definitely become a lot closer. The whole vlog squad knew that you and Jeff were right on the verge of dating and they all weren't sure why you weren't already dating, and you weren't really sure either. You assumed that Jeff just wasn't ready after his last relationship and because he was such a great guy and you liked him so much, you were willing to wait for him.

Everything was fine between the two of you until the party that David decided to throw. In fact, you were fine for the first half of the party too. You can't quite figure out what went wrong. You danced with Jeff, grinding up against him, his hands on your hips and his low Staten Island accent whispering in your ear, until you felt like your feet were going to fall off and disappeared into the kitchen to get a drink. That was when things went wrong.

You returned from the kitchen feeling refreshed, two drinks in your hand, one for yourself and the other for Jeff. That's when you saw Jeff passionately making out with a woman, one you'd never seen before. You froze and almost dropped the drinks that you were holding, but managed to calm yourself. Your heart, however, did drop.

Spinning on your heel, you made your way back into the kitchen where you had seen Mariah and Heath. Fat tears began to drip down your flushed cheeks, you knew that you weren't together, but you had assumed it was just a matter of time until you were, everyone had. It was Heath that noticed you first.

"What's wrong, baby?" Heath retracted his arms from around Mariah, who looked alarmed too, and made his way over to you. Heath took the drinks from your shaking hands and wrapping you in a hug.

You sobbed. "I thought he liked me." You buried your head into Heath's shoulder, arms wrapping around him.

"Jeff?" Mariah asked, gently rubbing your back.

Sniffling, you nodded against Heath's shoulder. You gave an anguished wail and shook in Heath's arms.

"What did he do?!" Heath demanded, pulling back to look into your red-rimmed eyes.

Pointing off in the direction of where you had seen Jeff, you explained. "He's kissing some girl."

Heath pulled away from you and began marching off in the direction you had pointed to. Alarmed, you turned to Mariah. "What's he doing?!"

Mariah brought you closer to her and wrapped her arm around your shoulder. "Let's go and see."

You quickly made your way into the living room, in time to see Heath pull Jeff away from the girl he had been kissing, you still didn't know who she was, and push him against a nearby wall. "How could you?!" Heath's voice was loud, audible even over the booming music and definitely loud enough to draw the attention of everyone who was there. Someone turned the music off, and everyone's eyes were on Heath and Jeff. "We trusted you with her!"

"Stop, Heath!" You pleaded from where you were wrapped up in Mariah's arms.

"What did he do?" David's voice came from behind you, and you were seriously unimpressed to see him recording the incident.

Heath turned around, arm still pressing Jeff up against the wall. "This 'motherfucka' seems to think that it's okay to mess Y/N around. He was kissing another girl."

The arm that was holding David's camera dropped, obscuring the incident from the viewfinder of the camera. "What the fuck, Jeff?!"

Jeff's face dropped when he realised that no one was going to support him. He wasn't trying to hurt you or break your heart, he was just starting to feel a little bit claustrophobic in your situation and addressed it the wrong way. "We're not even together!"

There were a few winces, and you felt Zane hug you from your other side. Jeff quickly realised that that was the wrong thing to say and tried to backtrack. "It's not that I don't like her, it's just we're not official or anything!"

"You might've well have been!" A new voice spoke, and you turned to see Kristen's angry face. There were a few shouts of approval you recognised as Toddy, Scott and Zane.

Heath turned back to Jeff and raised his fist. "Stop!!" You yelled, struggling to get out of your friends' hold. You yelped and tugged on Zane's sleeve. "Zane, make him stop, please. I just want to go home." You burst into tears as Heath's first made contact with Jeff's beautiful face. "Zane, please!"

Seeing how distressed you were, Zane jumped forward rested his hand on Heath's shoulder. "Heath, man, you need to stop. You're scary and upsetting Y/N. Violence isn't the right way to solve this anyway."

Looking back at you, Heath's face fell, you looked scared shitless. Once Heath stepped away from Jeff, who sagged against the wall, you turned and ran. You pressed your hands to your pockets to check that you had your phone and house keys and didn't stop running until you were a block over from David's house, then you called an Uber.

You went to stay with a friend, knowing that your friends would come looking for you and ignored all the messages, calls and voice messages that you received from them, not even giving them a glance. You were heartbroken about Jeff, but you were also upset with Heath. You knew he cared about you, but you couldn't believe he had actually punched Jeff in the face. Jeff was his friend too, and he didn't deserve to be punched in the face.

Eventually, you went back to your apartment and looked at your messages. Although everyone in the group had sent you a handful of messages, the vast majority of your messages were from Heath, Mariah, Zane and Jeff himself, but nearly all of the missed calls and all of the voice messages were from Heath and Jeff.

As you were looking through the messages from Heath, a new one popped up.

'Please talk to me Y/N. Let me know you're ok.'

You bit your lip and tapped out a reply. 'I'm ok. Still pissed at you.'

'I'm sorry. Please can I come over? Are you back home?'

Biting your lip again you weighed the pros and the cons. Heath and Mariah were your best friends, and you knew that Heath was just looking out for you, but he had scared the crap out of you and hurt another one of his best friends.

'Ok, bring Mariah.'

Heath and Mariah were at your door not too long after that and Mariah was taking you in her arms. "I'm so sorry Y/N." She murmured into your shoulder. Heath kept his distance, not wanting to scare or upset you.

"What about?" You asked, unsure if she was apologising for Jeff or for Heath.

Mariah sighed and pulled back. "That Jeff kissed that girl."

Heath cleared his throat. "I'm sorry for punching him, I knew you didn't want me to, but it made me feel like I was doing something to help. You were so upset, and all that I could do was punch him."

You pouted when Heath said that, you could never stay mad at him when he said things like that. You nodded and held your arms out to Heath, you had to forgive him, he was your best friend.

The three of you spent the afternoon together, Heath and Mariah catching you up on all the happenings of the vlog squad, from Zane's drunken antics to Natalie's snacking being exposed. Heath and Mariah were thinking about making a move when there was a knocking at your door.

Frowning, you went to open the door, not sure who would be knocking on your door at that time of the day. You were shocked, to say the least, to see Jeff standing at your door. The cheek of that man.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You blurted out, speaking without thinking, not that you really cared about Jeff's feelings at that point.

Heath appeared behind you and you were reminded of the last time you had seen the two. Jeff had a nasty black eye and a cut over his eyebrow, but it looked as if it was starting to heal.

"I thought we told you to leave her alone?" Heath sounded fairly threatening, and you turned to glare at him.

"Jeff, you have two minutes, talk quickly." You rolled your eyes and made no move to let Jeff in.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck and eyed Heath nervously.

"Heath, go back in the living room, I'll call you if I need your help." You gestured towards your living room. "Talk."

"I do like you; I really like you." Jeff started. "But I was starting to feel kinda trapped, we were together all the time, and we weren't even together. I was starting to wonder what it would be like when we were together, and I just spiralled."

You scoffed. "All in the five minutes it took me to go to the kitchen?"

"It was on my mind for a while," Jeff admitted.

Rolling your eyes again, you rested against the door frame. "And you then thought it would be better to destroy anything we did have and change our friendships with everyone instead?"

Jeff's eyes were downcast. "I just didn't think." He shifted on his feet. "I'm so sorry."

"It's fine." You plastered a smile on your face. "We weren't together anyway, and now we never will be." You slammed the door in Jeff's face. You murmured to yourself. "We weren't together anyway."

#vlog squad imagine #vlog squad #jeff wittek x reader #jeff wittek imagine #jeff wittek

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Steph Talks For Way Too Long About Sollux’s Harry Potter House

I havent been able to stop thinking or talking about this topic for like 60+ hours

first wanna say that it’s really hard to interpret how people are sorted because JK Rowling is apparently shitty at writing. So people seem to have wildly different opinions on why people are in the houses they’re in because they view the houses and their qualifications differently.

I’ve also never read a harry potter book and havent watched a movie for like 5+ years maybe so i had to talk to like 3-4 people who went though huge harry potter phases and we talked for over 3 hours cumulatively for me to make up my mind.

I think it’s really important to say that because Sollux isn’t really a main character, there’s a lot we have to make guesses on. Hussie didn’t make a big sheet full of Sollux’s Dreams and Ambitions, Morals and Beliefs, so we have to fill in a lot of blanks on what we think those are based on a few things. Who he talks to, and associates himself with and what he does

The point being we don’t have a lot to work with.

It’s also pretty important to say that Sollux puts on a LOT of fronts and facades. He’s only truly mean and cruel to people he doesn’t like or care about Plus Karkat. He plays Fake Mean a lot, and if you dig even a centimeter under it, we see time and time again that he’s just pretending and does actually give many shits.

Sollux is also really passive in most things that he does. He doesn’t really question anyone’s authority or make a point to fight something out very often. The only time we ever see him resort to action to solve his problems are when dealing with Eridan. And even then, the first time we ever see them talk, it’s Eridan walking up to him and Feferi privately having a conversation and Sollux telling his gf to “make him go away.” And then after Eridan doesn’t go away, we see him resort to fighting. His PQ arc also has him antagonize Eridan and then drop a building on him, so like, yeah. Usually, when presented with conflict, Sollux either removes himself from the situation quickly, or if he’s unable to do so, makes it extremely clear that he doesn’t want to engage. In most cases, Sollux is by himself, sitting alone and not making attempts to talk to anyone else. It’s totally possible that he’s more social at other times and we only see him when he’s at his worst, but we dont see that so we can’t really speculate much on it. Point being, he’s very passive and self contained/oriented.

What i really want to put emphasis on is the people he associates with. His main friends we see him talk to willingly or at least show fondness for are Aradia, Feferi, Kanaya, Terezi, and Karkat. Three of these are considered main characters, or are at least given character arcs to some extent. These are the good guys. The guys who at least try to do good, and show compassion, and care about others. The characters we see him either avoid quietly, avoid loudly or vocally hate and commit violence against are the rest of the characters. Namely Vriska, Gamzee and Eridan. (im kinda gonna gloss over Vriska because his distaste/hatred/unpleasantness towards her doesn’t have to be a moral statement on his part. It’s pretty easy to assume that anyone with his past to her would have a similar if not identical stand point) These are characters that actively do bad things, they murder and harm others at worst and are gross nasty incels at best. And even the best case in that scenario is still blabberingly racist and, treats sollux and the people he cares about like shit. Sollux doesn’t associate with people that the comic have established are villains, or at least do things that are pretty unambiguously wrong or evil.

In Sollux’s pesterquest, Kanaya tells MSPA reader than when The Thing with Aradia first happened, Sollux refused contact with Kanaya because she didn’t cut off Vriska. He was upset at her for being associated with someone who traumatized him. This is very telling of sollux’s personality and his relationship with his friends, and it’s a side we don’t see of Sollux any other time in the comic or in his PQ arc. It’s only when she tells him that she doesn’t cut Vriska off due to romantic feelings for her does Sollux change his mind. He doesn’t bring up Vriska, Aradia, his grief or his trauma at any point while at his visit with her that we see. He doesn’t appear mad or reluctant to be there, he makes jokes, smiles, and reminisces memories with her fondly, even almost sleeps over at her place for the day. It’s like he’s completely forgotten about being upset at her at all, or is at least choosing not to bring it up out of respect for her.

Again, it’s unclear how much time has passed. But when you start his arc, the reason youre talking to him is because he’s been reclusive out of grief. He hasn’t been talking to people lately and his friends are worried about him. So clearly enough time has passed for him to be okay with seeing Kanaya, as that’s his sole purpose for leaving his hive that day at all, but not enough time for him to be fully recovered.

This moment in his arc showcases his loyalty that he has for Kanaya, and possibly his other friends. He seemed quick to forgive her, or at least bury whatever resentment he may have been harboring. One may say that his cold shoulder to Kanaya would be indicative of a lack of a loyalty trait at all, that if he were loyal to her, he wouldn’t be ready to possible end his relationship with her over this. But i kind of view it as a sort of bluff? Like Kanaya essentially told him that his trauma did not at all change the way she feels about her, Kanaya still has a crush on Vriska after hearing about what she did to one of her good friends. To some, this may have been a slap to the face, an entire dismissal of his trauma in it’s entirety. But instead, he sees it as a valid reason for not cutting her off, he shrugs it off. I feel like if he were serious about not wanting to be friends with Kanaya while she was talking to someone who hurt him greatly, her crush wouldn’t have been an excuse.

I also wanna touch on his loyalty to Aradia very quickly because you dont need me to tell you that he cares about her. Once again for like the third time, we have to make guesses on how much time has passed between events. From the time Aradia dies on Alternia, becomes a ghost with an entirely new personality, a robot with another personality, and then finally her alive Godtier self, Sollux’s feelings for her are very consistent. He seems to not really care for the ghost or robot versions of her, he even sits a chair away from her during Openbound on the meteor, and doesn’t talk to her much, is very cold towards her, and even tells her that she’s incapable of feeling when she tries to tell him goodbye when she explodes (it’s also worth noting he cries after this, which i think is the first and only time we see him do this). When Aradia comes back to the meteor, alive and herself again, Sollux immediately leaves the rest of his friends to go hang out with her. Even with Karkat begging him to stay, he just peaces out, without even really thinking about it. We have to assume that if it’s not written in the dialogue, it isn’t being said. So he doesn’t discuss wanting to leave with Aradia or with anyone else. He just decides he’s leaving, and then does. And he stays by her side for almost the rest of the time we see him. He ditches later for other reasons, but don’t worry, they’re back together by the time Collide is happening.

Point being, for the most part, he sticks by his friends unless they’re doing something he disagrees with morally. If he’s not down for what’s happening, he’s not down for sticking around. He even seems to be better friends with Nepeta now that this version of her isn’t really hanging out with Equius that much, someone Sollux would no doubt not get along with for many reasons.

Some of my friends pointed out that him sticking by his morals so strongly is something a Slytherin would do, coupled with the fact that he’s kind of a dick or something idk that much about Slytherins. But I think Huffliepuff is very much about comradery. We can tell a lot about Sollux based on who he surrounds himself with and what he does and doesn’t participate in. He doesn’t participate in trolling humans, he doesn’t participate in helping Vriska do something he doesn’t feel good about doing, he doesn’t participate in any of the relationship melodrama happening around him. But he helps his friends. He helps Kanaya open the viewfinder to see and talk to Rose, he helps Kanaya do little errands in his PQ route, he helps Terezi find out who Dave is, and he sacrifices himself to save the remainder of his group (which btw only contains the people I’ve previously stated he associates with minus feferi not that that means anything i just thought it was kind of fun to point out). I mean, he got better but its the thought that counts.

Someone could make a point that “If Sollux is so loyal, why didn’t he mourn Feferi even a little bit when he found out she was dead?” And yeah, that’s a good point to bring up, and i don’t really have anything to say about it other than….maybe he knew by this point that death doesn’t really mean anything? Maybe his euphoria of finally being lifting of the voices was happening at the same time? And also that he predicted he’d go blind like a million pages ago and now he can finally stop worrying about it? Is he happy that he’s talking to Terezi and right now that’s more important? It’s hard to tell. Sollux doesn’t really explain himself apart from “missing being her matesprite” when in Erisolsprite form talking to Fefetasprite form. It’s hard to tell what their relationship was at the time, or what his feelings truly were immediately afterward. I kinda think it was the foremost of those explanations, he probably knew that she’d come back as a ghost, or something?

Anyway, those are all the reasons i can think of at the moment for why I think Sollux would be Hufflepuff. A lot of his personality revolves around his friends, who he considers friends and who he doesn’t consider friends. Send me asks, message me, and do that shit if you wanna talk more, but i probably won’t have a whole lot to say lmao. Or ill just restate a lot of what i said here.

Props for getting this far. For the record, if Sollux for some reason was unable to be in Hufflepuff, I’d probably put him 50/50 Ravenclaw or Slytherin. I really don’t think he’s a Gryfindor because as I understand it, that house is very much about being courageous, and standing up for yourself and i went off for way to long about how he’s a little weenie man who does nothing mostly.

#its 3 am #sollux captor #homestuck #headcanons

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