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stargirl interlude

PAIRING ▸ na jaemin x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, influencer au, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, mc and her friends are a little shallow, tbh i wrote this because of jaemin’s tits, dirty talk, sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), kitchen sex, oral (m. receiving), oral (f. receiving), lowkey dumbification, body worship, ft. one night stand with jeno

SUMMARY ▸ and i shouldn't cry, but I love it, starboy / i just wanna see you shine 'cause i know you are a stargirl

PLAYLIST ▸ stargirl interlude by the weeknd, lana del rey • alien superstar by beyoncé

WORD COUNT ▸ 5.9k words

TAG LIST ▸ @leeknowsredeyeliner @geniejunn @sehunniepot @jjaeyoonoh @subhyuck @jenoluuvvs @jaemboi64 @otchae @n0hyuck @hyuckinx @domhyuckie @justhereforimagines @daegalfangirl @soobin-chois @lmkworld @baekhyuns-lipchain @its-taeil-time @produmads @kaislinging-slasher01 @neomorning @learnthisfeeling @glitching-wren @carelessshootanonymous @thiccfullsun

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ jaemin is finally not an asshole. everybody say congrats jaemin.

THE WALK OF SHAME.

The distance from Lee Jeno’s apartment to yours was approximately 0.6 miles. If you walked fast enough, it would take you around ten minutes to get back home. Meaning, that was ten minutes spent doing the Walk of Shame at nearly three in the morning.

Of course, the whole point of being an e-girl was to keep up an unattainable internet persona. You wanted to be a star, and what better way than to weaponize your good looks? Your entire brand was posting revealing pictures of yourself on Instagram and Twitter, maintaining a “gamer girl” image. Sort of like Belle Delphine, but you hadn’t stooped low enough to start selling your bathwater to strangers on the internet. You were a lone flower on the edge of a cliff—so high up that no one could reach for your stem.

Except Jeno, apparently, after you caved and met him in person tonight.

You and Jeno followed each other on Twitter a few months ago. Despite attending the same college, you two hadn’t ever met in person before. He was a popular YouTuber, so there had been rumors flying around about his sudden interactions with you. Your influencer friends were trying to grill you for more information, but you sincerely had no idea where Jeno’s sudden interest in you came from. After you posted a picture of you in pink lace lingerie complete with Hello Kitty clips and pigtails, Jeno had finally slid into your DMs.

jeno: i’d rather spend the night with you

(In response to the caption on your post: spend the day with me?)

As one would expect, things escalated from there. Jeno was hot, you were horny, and he conveniently lived 0.6 miles away from you.

In short, you got good dick. Jeno started with one hand wrapped around your neck and the other snaking its way between your legs. You were satisfied, especially because the streamer didn’t try to dap you up after railing you on his gaming chair, the wall, and then his bed. You two made some small talk afterward, and then you headed home. Prince Charming could not be fucked to give you a generous ride back to your apartment.

You pulled out your phone to look at your face in the camera app. As expected, you were a mess, but you touched up your lipstick and blush with the few makeup products you stuffed in your purse. Then, you called your best friend, Lee Donghyuck, who had been flooding your friend group’s group chat with messages for the past hour.

“Dude,” you started as soon as he picked up. Donghyuck was in the middle of taking his headphones off to put his AirPods in, running a hand through his tousled hair. “Jeno walked me to the door and made me walk home by myself.”

“No fucking way.” Donghyuck laughed. “That’s what you get for hooking up with a guy who plays Val.”

Ah, yes. Featured on Jeno’s YouTube: streams of Valorant, League of Legends, and Overwatch. There were the occasional indie games he was requested to play, too. The only one you semi-watched and commented on was Little Nightmares.

“The dick was incredible,” you told your best friend, “but he’s not cuffing material.”

“Not like you care about cuffing anyone.”

“Yes, I do!” you objected. “I’m boyfriend-hunting, Hyuck. Think about how much attention I’d get if I started dating a hotshot influencer.”

“You should date Mark Lee, then. Everyone’s thirsting over those e-boy TikTokers now. Or maybe Liu YangYang. Heard his body count’s high as fuck.”

You rolled your eyes. “His body count’s high because no one goes back a second time. Plus, I think YangYang’s finally in the talking stage with someone.”

“Good for him.” Donghyuck yawned. “Anyway, I’m going to bed soon since I finished editing my Maldives vlog. I’m still pissed you didn’t come with us.”

You rolled your eyes. Donghyuck, Yoo Jimin, Choi Beomgyu, and Uchinaga Aeri had been giving you shit for backing out on the trip the five of you had been discussing for a few months. There were just too many things going on in your life at the time, so you told them you wouldn’t be able to make it before tickets were purchased. Of course, your absence made several of your followers question if your friend group had a falling out, but you all decided not to address pointless rumors.

“I’ll come along next time when I’m not broke,” you assured. “I’m at my apartment now, so I’ll talk to you later. Bye-bye, Hyuck.”

Donghyuck threw up a peace sign before hanging up. You tucked your phone in your back pocket as you tried to fish out your key card from your purse.

However, there was a problem: it was missing.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, sitting down at one of the benches outside to dig through your purse. You swore you hadn’t taken it out, so it definitely wasn’t at Jeno’s place. The only possible explanation was that you dropped it on the way or left it inside your apartment.

Screw these auto-locking doors.

You were royally screwed.

Fast-forward to twenty minutes later. You were still sitting at the same bench. This time, your head was in your hands and you were shivering like a chihuahua. It was dark, save for the flickering streetlight above you. You had even resorted to texting Jeno, asking him if you could go back to his place and spend the night. It was downright embarrassing, but it was your last resort. Jeno, however, seemed to have been asleep due to his lack of response.

A guardian angel was sent your way, though, in the form of a cute but tired-looking college student with a bag of groceries in hand. Kind eyes, but he looked far too exhausted to smile genuinely.

“Do you need to be let in?” the boy asked, gesturing toward the apartment entrance. He had his key card in hand, and you nearly jumped to your feet.

“Uh, yeah, but…” you trailed off. Even if you accepted his offer, you wouldn’t be able to get into your own room.

He handed you his brown Essentials hoodie he had draped around across his shoulders. “Cold?”

You wondered if your shivering or hard nipples gave it away. Surely, it had to be your nipples showing through the skimpy one-piece you had on. You never would have dressed like this if you knew Jeno was going to make you walk home yourself.

“Thanks,” you mumbled, taking the hoodie from him and slipping it on. It fell past your thigh and smelled good—a non-offending mix of pine and detergent. “Uh, but even if you let me in, I can’t get into my room. I lost my key.”

“Oh.”

You folded your arms across your chest. The boy beside you ruffled his fluffy brown hair, and you were wondering why he hadn’t gone inside the building yet. Maybe he was waiting for you to find some other place to go, or maybe he wanted his hoodie back.

“Have you tried asking the RA?” he asked.

“I can only get a card replacement in the morning.”

“Can your roommate open the door?”

“Don’t have one.”

“Got a friend who’ll let you stay at their place?”

“Asleep.”

“Significant other?”

“I’m single and my dick appointment made me walk home alone.”

You didn’t realize how bitter you sounded until you saw the shocked look drawn across the boy’s face. You felt sorry for dumping that on him, but you were getting way too frustrated about your lack of options. You didn’t even have a roommate you could call for help since you opted for a single.

He cleared his throat before shyly offering, “Uh… I guess you could stay at my place for the night, if you want. I can sleep on the couch.”

Your cheeks heated up. You were no stranger to random kindness from men, but perhaps you were just grateful for his proposition since you were running low on options.

“That’d be great,” you said. “Thanks.”

You followed the boy into the apartment building. He introduced himself as Na Jaemin, an animal science major in your same year who was president of a club that raised guide dogs for blind people. It was comforting to hear, so your anxiousness over this stranger luring you in to murder you in cold blood was slowly letting up.

He unlocked the door for you, letting you into his apartment first. You looked around to see a quite ordinary looking living space with a few posters and polaroids hung up on the walls. There was a border collie curled up in a dog bed in the corner of the living room, and Jaemin was being extra careful to make sure he didn’t accidentally wake him up.

He set the plastic bag down, which you found out was dog food that he picked up from a friend. It definitely made a lot more sense than him shopping for groceries at three in the morning.

“You live alone?” you asked for the sake of making small talk.

“My roommate graduated a semester early,” he replied. “I’ve been living on my own, just like you.”

“Doesn’t it get lonely?”

He turned the question back to you, asking, “Do you get lonely?”

You shrugged as you sat down on his couch, sitting stiffly at the edge of the cushion. “When you get so much attention online, you kind of need the privacy.”

“Oh, I see.”

No more questions asked.

Jaemin retreated into his room for a moment before returning with a pillow and blanket in hand. He tossed them beside you on the couch and met your gaze.

“Bed’s ready for you whenever,” he said. “The bathroom’s inside my room, if you need to use the shower or anything. Let me know if you need any clothes to sleep in.”

Your face was heating up like a furnace, but you were glad he couldn’t see how his words were affecting you. You flushed with embarrassment when you noticed Jaemin’s eyes flicker past your neck. He probably thought his gaze went undetected, but you noticed. Suddenly, all you wanted to do was pull his hoodie high enough so that the hood hid the hickies Jeno left across your skin.

“I can just use your hoodie,” you replied. “Thanks.”

Jaemin managed a small, tired smile. You took that as your cue to get out of the living room so that he could pass out in peace. So, you headed into his bedroom and stared at his tidy bed, wondering if he had frantically fixed his sheets for you.

Since you already felt like you had asked for too much, you decided to skip your nightly shower and head straight to bed. It was hard to sleep in a stranger’s bed, though—no matter how pretty he was.

You were used to kindness. It normally came in a package deal with being attractive. Bees flocked to honey; humans flocked to beauty.

This feeling, however, wasn’t something you were used to. Genuine kindness with no ulterior motive was almost foreign, which was upsetting to admit. You weren’t sure how to sort out your feelings, but all you knew was that Jaemin’s eyes had stars in them, and you were tempted to lose yourself in them.

You woke up to an empty house.

Even the dog had abandoned you.

To be fair, you weren’t exactly an early bird. You woke up at around 10:30 a.m. naturally, and then spent an extra thirty minutes trying to muster up the willpower to get out of bed. Of course, you spent that time updating your group chat on your whereabouts.

gigi: 15k isn’t that insane?

gyu: holy shit gyu: you have to do it

karibear: gigi i will literally kill you and then resurrect you to kill you again if you don’t

gigi: check out the deliverables tho gigi: [File Attachment]

hyuck: instagram story highlight? the fuck? hyuck: a tiktok should be enough. more people check tiktok than ig now anyways lol

gigi: right???

karibear: OK BUT FIFTEEN THOUSAND DOLLARS

y/n: just caught up. I think you should do it for the $$ gigi

gigi: GIRL where have u been

gyu: i told you she probably overslept

gigi: BUT I SEE HER LOCATION ON FINDMYFRIENDS gigi: SHE IS NOT HOME

y/n: i may or may not be in a cute guy’s apartment

karibear: shut the fuck up

y/n: stop he’s REALLY cute y/n: dare i say cuter than jeno

hyuck: stfu ur kidding

gyu: well?? did you sleep with him? gyu: give us all the details

y/n: no i couldn’t find my key after coming back from jeno’s and was locked out of my apartment y/n: so this “na jaemin” appears and lets me sleep over at his place for the night y/n: he took the couch AND let me sleep on his bed y/n: jeno could never

gyu: aww that’s actually rlly sweet

gigi: can’t find him on ig ://

karibear: no social media presence?? karibear: idk if that’s hot or a red flag

hyuck: probably both 💀

y/n: um good thing red’s my favorite color

karibear: omfg karibear: do u actually wanna fuck him karibear: send us a picture of what he looks like

y/n: idk if he’s even interested in me like that y/n: but idk i also want my internet famous trophy boyfriend :( y/n: idk if this guy even has a social media presence y/n: still a starboy in my heart tho <3

hyuck: keep your eye on the prize bbyg hyuck: fame is fleeting so milk it while you can

You figured Donghyuck had a point. You were an internet celebrity (to some extent), so, in terms of marketing, it would be wise to push the “unattainable” image you cemented. Dating someone equally as unattainable would make you look even more desirable.

However, you were starting to lose all rhyme and reason when you walked out of the bedroom to see a plate of eggs and toast waiting for you on the kitchen counter.

A post-it note was right next to it, reading: I’m out walking the dog. I made you some breakfast if you’re hungry but you don’t have to eat it. Door auto locks so just make sure you close it whenever you leave. Here’s my phone number if you need anything. +82 x-xxxx-xxxx - Jaemin

You decided to update your group chat.

y/n: change of plans y/n: i’m making starboy mine

When Jaemin returned home shortly after you discovered his note, you were sitting on his couch, knees tucked to your chest as you forked down the waffles he made. Before you even looked up to greet him, you heard his dog yapping excitedly, hurrying over to sniff you.

“Oh, you’re still here.” He looked genuinely surprised, though he didn’t object. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, really well,” you admitted. Curious, you tilted your head and let your lips curl into a knowing smile. “Are you high?”

Jaemin stiffened up. “Uh, a little. Is it that obvious?”

“I just noticed your eyes look sort of dazed.”

You hadn’t expected it, but he almost sounded embarrassed to be caught. “I’m not like a… a full-on stoner or anything.”

“Hey, no judgment,” you replied, holding up your hands in surrender. “I was just gonna ask if I could get high with you, too.”

After visibly relaxing, a more confident grin dawned on Jaemin’s face as he handed you his pen. You couldn’t help but feel smug as you accepted it gingerly.

About a couple hours later, you and Jaemin were blazed out of your minds. He had offered you an edible shortly after you took a hit from his pen, and it kicked in an hour later for you and Jaemin. There were no words exchanged for a while, but then you two started to converse, although you couldn’t trust that anything you were saying made sense.

You weren’t big on flirting. It was a skill you only put to use when absolutely needed, and this was one of those instances. You figured this was the perfect opportunity to get close to Jaemin. Even though you could tell he was a really, really great guy, and you didn’t want to rush things with Jaemin, there were a few factors that were making you throw your morals to the wind.

For one, you were high and getting incredibly horny.

The other factor was that Jaemin was the hottest man you had ever seen (and you had encountered a lot of attractive men).

“So,” he started, “you’re, like, an internet celebrity? Like a TikToker?”

“I started on Twitter,” you explained, “but, yeah, I’m famous on TikTok, too. But there’s a good chance you’ve never heard of me.”

“Really? Why?”

“I’m known for more, uh”—you let out a nervous giggle—“risqué stuff, if you wanna see.” When he nodded eagerly, you took out your phone and opened Twitter to show Jaemin your account. Right off the bat, there was a mirror selfie of you in lingerie and cat ears. Because you were feeling bold, you added, “And the guy who made me walk home alone? He’s a famous YouTuber named Jeno.”

Something seemed to click for Jaemin when you mentioned Jeno’s name because it was the only thing that snapped him out of whatever trance he was in. He had been looking at the photo of you so intently that you were wondering if he was checking you out or spacing out.

“I think I’ve watched some of his gaming videos,” he said before handing your phone back to you. “He just… kicked you out?”

“Pretty much. At least he made me cum once.”

“Just once?”

You held your breath for a moment. With those two words, Jaemin made the atmosphere all the more tense, and you felt like you two were suspended in time. Although you weren’t sure if he said that to challenge Jeno or not, there was still a strange implication in his words. It left you wondering if Jaemin could treat you better.

“Yeah,” you replied in a quieter voice. “Just once. With my help, too.”

“That’s fucked.” Jaemin reached for his pen to take a long, slow drag. He held it in his lungs for a moment before he parted his lips to blow the smoke out. “And you dressed up so pretty for him.”

Either Jaemin was a secret dark horse when it came to smooth talking or the weed was making him horny, too. Whatever it was, his comments made your cheeks burn.

“I bet he’d be pissed if he found out I ended up in your bed after.”

The animal science major flushed at your words, growing even more shy when you giggled at his reaction. “I mean, I guess so, but we didn’t, like… I mean, we—”

“I was kidding,” you assured. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t say that unless something actually happened.”

Jaemin nodded quietly, falling back into silence for a while. You were worried that you had made the conversation awkward, so you sunk back against the couch and willed yourself to come down from your high. Maybe the weed was a bad idea. Maybe you were just getting ahead of—

“So, you wouldn’t be opposed if something were to happen?”

The question took you off-guard, and you had to process Jaemin’s words for a few moments before you sat up to look at him. There was no shame or shyness drawn across his face this time. Just pure curiosity. (And perhaps a hint of longing which was most likely brought on by the weed.)

You shook your head with a hum. “No, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I think you’re cute. You seem really sweet, too, like letting me sleep over and making me breakfast.��

Jaemin smiled brightly, beaming ear to ear before he ducked his head shyly. You were surprised that he was so sheepish given his godsent looks. He had to have heard these compliments about a million times now. There was no way you were the first person to recognize his looks.

“I’m not good at this,” he admitted.

“Good at what?”

“Um, hitting on girls,” Jaemin said. His hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he added, “Cute girls.” After another beat, he let his head hang and then let out a groan. “Sorry, I don’t have a filter when I’m high.”

“Jaemin,” you cooed, scooting close enough so that your knees were touching. You placed your hand on his thigh, which made him finally look you in the eyes. “I’m pretty bad at flirting, too, so I hope this is working.”

The corner of his lip hitched up, amused. “Yeah,” Jaemin murmured, his eyes unfocusing as he leaned in close, “it’s definitely working.”

Your nose brushed against his experimentally before Jaemin pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and innocent, but then Jaemin turned his body to face yours, and his hands started roaming your body. Your waist, your back, your hips—not an inch was neglected while he felt you up. You let slip a hum of delight, and that encouraged Jaemin to slip his tongue past your lips.

He didn’t use too much tongue, which you appreciated. There was something too sloppy about guys who used too much tongue, but Jaemin had an excellent balance between precise and hasty. And he did this thing where he would pause to suck on your tongue and then your bottom lip, which you really appreciated.

You let a whine slip, and Jaemin gripped your waist tighter. You figured he wanted you on his lap, so you threw one leg over his thigh and straddled him. It was like you were in a trance with how receptive you were, and you only wanted more when Jaemin pulled away to kiss down your neck. After minutes of nipping, sucking, and relishing your whimpers, he was satisfied with the bruises littered across your skin.

Jaemin seemed frustrated by how big his hoodie was on you, so he tugged at it until you pulled it up and over your head. After discarding it to the side, his lips found yours immediately after. The pads of his fingers slipped past the hem of your shirt to dig into your skin, pulling you flush against his body.

You were sure you could kiss him for hours, but your attention was slipping away when you felt his boner underneath you. The very least you could do was offer to help him out.

You pulled away to catch your breath, and your voice was no louder than a breath when you offered, “Let me suck you off.”

Jaemin blushed a little, and you bit back a smile because how could someone be so forward and cute? He was not innocent in the slightest, but he somehow got flustered so easily.

His voice came out strangled when he said, “Please.”

You carefully peeled off Jaemin’s shirt, admiring his muscles as you revealed his bare skin. He had to work out regularly to get a build this good, but you didn’t expect him to be this ripped. It was almost second nature when you started kissing down his chest, smiling when you heard his happy sigh.

When your kisses reached his stomach, you started tugging at the band of his sweatpants. Jaemin carded his fingers through your hair to keep you where he wanted to, and you were pretty sure all his blood was rushing to his cock with how much bigger he got. You tugged his sweatpants down to his knees and kissed up his strong thigh, looking up at him through your lashes. You wanted Jaemin to know just how drunk you were on his body.

Jaemin helped you tug down his boxers, too, and you swallowed hard when you saw how huge he was. His cock sprung up, and you were almost worried that you wouldn’t be able to take all of him in. While you were tying up your hair, Jaemin gave his shaft a few pumps, rubbing his thumb across the precum that beaded his slit.

A few strands of your hair got in your face, so Jaemin brushed them back and held your hair in his fist, undoing your ponytail so that he could tie back your hair properly. He looked down at you expectantly, cradling your jaw while you were mentally preparing yourself to take him. You flattened your tongue and ran it along the side of his cock, licking right where his vein was. Jaemin let out a groan almost instantly, and you looked up to see his eyes burning molten hot with desire.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, gripping the back of your head.

His cock was throbbing, aching for you to take more of him in. So you slid your tongue over his head before hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Jaemin gritted his teeth and tilted his head back, muttering some profanity that only encouraged you further.

You went slow at first, drawing out each bob of your head so that you got used to his size. You couldn’t go all the way down on him without his head hitting the back of your throat, making you gag a little before you started to properly take him down your throat. Jaemin started thrusting his hips into your mouth, urging you to go faster. You weren’t sure if that meant he was going to cum soon, but you sped up regardless.

“Fuck,” Jaemin rasped out, watching you with absolute admiration in his blown-out eyes, “I’m gonna cum.”

His grip on your hair loosened, as if he was ready to let you pull off of him, but you looked up at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes while you sucked harder. You wanted him to cum in your mouth, and he seemed to get the message because his moan was cut off by his orgasm.

You continued to suck on his cock while he came, swallowing without hesitation. Jaemin thrusted shallowly inside your mouth, his husky moans making you pull off him to lick a long stripe down his length.

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, catching your breaths and watching each other’s chest rise and fall. Then, Jaemin leaned in to cup your cheek and kiss you once more. He didn’t even care that he was tasting himself on your lips, but he just needed more of you.

“Let me return the favor,” he said once he pulled away. Before you could respond, Jaemin scooped you up in his strong arms. You held onto his biceps, gasping when he held your bottom firmly. “I promise I’ll make you feel really good.”

Jaemin set you on the cool granite surface of the kitchen counter, and you were glad that he kept the place clean. You would have felt gross if it was any other man, like Jeno’s grimey kitchen counter littered with dirty dishes, but you were too wrapped up in your own lust to care about moving to Jaemin’s bed.

Being high made you so sensitive that every touch from Jaemin left you trembling. As he undressed you, you couldn’t help but shudder and gasp whenever his fingers brushed over a sensitive area. He seemed to take notice, which you observed by his small smirk. As soon as Jaemin got rid of your garments, leaving you naked, he sucked in a sharp breath.

“Gorgeous,” he praised, leaning forward to take your nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the supple skin eagerly, making you moan and grab at his shoulder.

You let out a gasp when Jaemin grabbed your other breast in his hand, squeezing firmly and running his thumb along the nipple. After he decided he showed your chest enough attention, Jaemin started kissing down your stomach until he reached the apex of your thighs. He trailed kisses along your pelvis, peppering more along the top of your thighs, and you used your elbows to balance your weight on the counter. You were surely going to collapse if he kept going.

“Jaem,” you whined, “don’t tease.”

He smirked as he parted your legs even further, humming inquisitively at the sight of your soaked cunt. He lifted both of your legs and settled them on each of his shoulders, and you sucked in a sharp breath to prepare yourself.

Jaemin dipped his head and ran his flattened tongue along your folds, and god, you were floating high up in the clouds.

After some strokes of his tongue, Jaemin stiffened his tongue to lick deeper, parting your slit so that he could ravage your cunt. You couldn’t do anything but cry out his name, begging for more and more. Your engorged clit was soon aching for attention, and you became a complete mess as soon as Jaemin’s lips found your little ball of nerves.

Soon, Jaemin was holding your hips down as he ate you out like a man starved. You had never experienced pleasure so intense, and you were finding it hard to believe that the meek boy you met last night was this bold. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer even though his face was practically wet with your arousal.

“I-I’m close,” you breathed out, and your hips were struggling to grind down to meet Jaemin’s tongue. You wanted more—no, you needed more.

“I know,” he whispered against your thigh, and before you could beg, he snaked his tongue in your entrance, allowing your walls to clench and unclench around his hot muscle.

He used his fingers to rub your clit in small, tight circles, all the while eating you out so vigorously that you couldn’t even think about anything except Jaemin. How good he made you feel. How lucky you were to be under him.

You were drowning soon after—drowning in utmost bliss. A toe-curling orgasm shook your body, leaving your back arching against the kitchen counter. You couldn’t even process how loud your moan was until Jaemin was shushing you gently, abusing your clit throughout your orgasm while his other hand was clamped over your mouth.

“Shh,” he cooed, almost mocking you. “The walls are thin, doll.”

You nodded, looking up at him with glazed-over eyes. You just needed to focus on anything to keep you at bay, to keep you from being pulled under the current of your climax.

“Gonna carry you to the bed, okay?” he told you, and you nodded without a second thought, letting him princess carry you to his bedroom.

As soon as he laid you down gently, Jaemin leveled his cock at your entrance, running his head along the folds of your cunt. You were already exhausted from your previous orgasm, but you were still eager to feel Jaemin inside of you.

“I’ll go slow,” he assured, teasing the tip of his cock inside you so gently that you were about to fall apart. You had no more than an inch inside of you, and your walls were already clenching hard around him.

Your eyes rolled back when he pushed deeper inside you, and then soon he was bottoming out, and you could feel his thighs pressed against yours. The cry that left your lips and the groan that escaped his nearly sounded like a melody in your eyes. Each wave of pleasure made you feel like you were traveling light years past several galaxies. Stars pinpricked your vision, but you could make out Jaemin’s face among the collisions of supernovas.

“I can’t,” you whimpered, unable to form proper, coherent sentences. “Fast—go faster.”

Something primal glinted in Jaemin’s dark eyes, and started ramming into you while holding your hips tight. His head dipped to ravage your neck, kissing and sucking as he pleased while his cock hit that perfect spot that made you see white spots in your vision. You felt a ripple of pleasure shoot under your skin.

And something else must have snapped in Jaemin because he started spewing absolute filth in your ears, and lord, was it making you lose your mind.

“I’m the best you’ve had, aren’t I?” he asked with brimming confidence, opting for sharp and precise thrusts.

You half-nodded, your cheek pressing against the pillow as your nails raked down Jaemin’s back. But Jaemin didn’t appreciate your lack of words.

“Come on, Y/N,” he pressed, “say it.” He pressed his lips to your ear and nibbled on the shell. You squirmed when you felt his hot breath fan your neck. “C’mon, I haven’t fucked you dumb already, right?”

You managed to cry out, “Y-yes, Jaemin! I’ve… I’ve never felt this good.”

He cupped your cheek and rubbed gently with his thumb, smiling down at you so kindly that it felt condescending. “Yeah? You gonna cum for me, then?”

You felt those ripples of pleasure intensify, and soon they were rising to a crescendo. You felt like you were being split apart on Jaemin’s cock, and it didn’t help that he refused to slow down before you orgasmed. You bucked your hips against him, eager to chase the pleasure that was just in your reach.

And, after Jaemin pressed his lips against yours, all of the stars in the night sky collided and exploded into nothingness.

You felt your orgasm tear through you, immobilizing you with blinding pleasure. You gasped and gripped the sheets tightly, praying that you could hold on for dear life. Jaemin slowly fucked you through your orgasm, your clenching walls bringing him to pull out of you and let his cum spill onto your stomach.

Jaemin let out a shaky sigh of contentment, and he quickly returned to your side without giving himself time to recover. Instead of basking in post orgasm glow, Jaemin aided your ongoing climax by rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles.

“I got you,” he crooned, pressing gentle kisses to your cheeks. “I got you, doll.”

You were a whimpering, moaning mess underneath him, and you couldn’t think of anything but Jaemin as you writhed. After a few more aftershocks of pleasure (all thanks to Jaemin, of course), you finally started returning to your senses. It was possible that Jaemin had actually fucked you dumb.

He hurried to his feet to clean you up. It was a stark contrast from how he acted in bed, but your heart melted when he made sure you got enough water before he tucked you in bed. No guy had ever taken his time with aftercare for you, so you were starting to feel like being kicked out of Jeno’s apartment was a stroke of luck.

Later, he moved to lay down next to you, kissing the top of your head as he slid in. You wrapped your arm around him and you two were eventually a mess of tangled limbs.

“Can I stay?” you asked, somewhat nervous that he would ask you to leave soon.

“Of course,” he replied, easing your nerves with a gentle smile, “you can stay for as long as you want.” You cuddled close to him, burying your face into his chest, and then you heard him ask, “How do you feel?”

You smiled. “Like a star.”

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Sacred New Beginnings (part 1)

This is a story over the weekend of Mav and Penny’s wedding, you and Bradley had been engaged and it had all gone to shit, with you back in town for the impending nuptials will you find your way back to each other? Or will you realize you were meant to be with someone else all along?

Pairing(s)- Bradley Bradshaw x reader, Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings- drinking, language, mentions of cheating, eventual smut. 18+

Song inspo- I bet you think about me- ts, the story of us- ts, Cornelia street- ts (yes I’m very taylor coded with this series lmao)

You’d begged Jake to keep it to himself, at least until you could get your bearings in North Island and talk to Bradley yourself. It had been 6 months since the two of you split, he’d put his mother’s ring on your finger and promised you a lifetime but it certainly didn’t turn out like either of you planned, crashing and burning before you ever got a chance to say I do. Now you were back in San Diego at the request of Maverick and Penny for their long awaited nuptials and no matter where you looked all you saw was Bradley Bradshaw.

Jake Seresin was your former front seater, the two of you flew a handful of missions together when you’d been stationed here before, you trusted each other in a way most people didn’t, going through countless near death situations will do that to someone. As you stepped out of the airport into the cool night air you could see him leaning against his ridiculous fully kitted Ford F-150, you could take the man out of Texas but he’d be a cowboy no matter where he went.

“There she is! Stormy girl you are a sight for sore eyes!” He scoops you up in a big bear hug and you finally feel yourself relax, tension melting away just being able to be with your best friend like this.

“Hey douchebag, missed you so much” you say punching his shoulder and letting him lead you into the truck, peeling out of the lot and onto the dark highway.

There’s just something about him that calms you down, everyone gets the big bad Hangman persona and while you’ve witnessed it more times than you can count he’s never once treated you that way. Being around him now feels like home and you need that more than ever knowing the heartache that’s bound to seep into what should be a fairytale weekend. You wring your hands nervously, you know you need to ask but you don’t want to pop the happy bubble you both are in. Time to rip off the bandaid.

“So please tell me you kept your damn mouth shut Jakey, last thing I want to do this weekend is cause a scene. Just want to watch Mav and Penny say I do and head back to Florida with no casualties.”

He frowns at you from across the console, mussing your hair with his hand, he loves having you back here, nothing has felt quite the same without you in his daily life. He knew you’d want to know about he who must not be named (yes Jake considers Bradley to be the Voldemort in your story, no he won’t apologize for it) but he had hoped you��d give yourself some time to adapt first.

“I promise darling, haven’t said a word, hand to God. We will make this weekend a blast and send you on back without a hitch, so long as ol’ Rooster keeps his nose clean we shouldn’t have an issue.”

Just hearing his name causes your heart to lurch, you’ve done so good about avoiding him; blocking his socials and refusing to stalk any of the daggers insta’s for pictures of your former lover.

“How is he?” You say quietly, inspecting your hands in your lap now, refusing to look up for fear that Jake will see your tells; he always does though.

He looks at you with furrowed brows, he wasn’t ready to break your heart again, so he rattled off a bare bones list of info you were looking for, not willing to succumb to the rumors floating around that would only rile you up. The last thing you needed was to spend the weekend drowning in what went wrong and what could have been.

“Recently got promoted to lieutenant commander, got a dog a few weeks ago, no I don’t know if he’s dating anyone and no I wouldn’t tell you if I did. We aren’t doing this to ourselves you hear me? You didn’t do anything wrong and self preservation isn’t a bad thing. Now you must be starving so let’s go get you some In and Out to celebrate my favorite girl being back home.”

Across town in a little craftsman style house by the beach, Bradley Bradshaw is pacing his halls. Mav asked him to be best man and he’s determined to make this speech perfect, but every time he tries to sit down and write out the words describing true love and destiny all he can think of is you. The two of you had been so happy, but then he *had* to go and fuck everything up. He knew you were the one from the minute he met you; all sharp tongue and attitude, truly the most beautiful woman he’d ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t easy to get you to come around, you’d made it a rule not to date in your squad but somehow he had broken down your walls, when a particularly dangerous mission left him with substantial injuries you’d been paralyzed with fear. If he was just a friend like you claimed then why did it feel like your heart would explode if you never saw him again? The two of you danced around each others feelings for weeks after until one night of partying at Phoenix and Coyote’s you’d kissed him.

A year later he was standing on the beach with roses and Carole Bradshaw’s wedding ring asking you to be his forever, you’d said yes before he could even finish talking; fully confident in the choice you were making. Standing in his house now, no wife and no family he couldn’t help the tears that spilled down his face, regret flooding his senses at how he’d let it all fall apart.

He let his hubris get the best of him, he was the best at what he did, always making sure he went the extra mile to prove himself; constantly fighting living in Goose and Maverick’s shadow. So when a mission came up and you and Jake had been chosen, he’d felt deflated; why hadn’t he been picked? What made Jake the better pilot? What made you more qualified? He went to higher ups to plead his case, never once thinking about the aftermath and how his choices in this would affect you. Needless to say it ended badly, you and Jake being grounded and Bradley flying the mission, someone had let it slip at the bar one night that he’d intervened, costing you an important promotion opportunity and choosing his career over you.

You’d felt betrayed, how could you trust him to be your life partner if he couldn’t even support you in your career? You’d requested an immediate transfer, packed your things and left the ring in your shared home, a note briefly explaining your reasoning and that you’d never wanted it to end this way. He had ruined everything, tried to convince Jake to give him your new number but Hangman could be ruthless when he wanted to be. Refused to help in any way and made sure Bradley knew that he’d been the getaway car, he would always choose you and your happiness unlike Bradley who’d chosen career over love.

Bradley hated him, but he knew he couldn’t fault him for his decision. If he’d just given that level of care when it counted he’d probably still have you, instead of an empty house and a head full of what ifs. He’d been a terrible fiancé, sure he’d doted on you and always told everyone you were his everything, but he also loved attention. So he’d let girls at the bar flirt sometimes, make excuses that it was just his personality and that he didn’t mean anything by it because of course you were the only one for him. But he’d dulled your shine to lift himself up far too many times and he knew deep down he didn’t deserve a second chance. Giving up on his speech for the night he poured another scotch and made his way to bed, there was no mental preparation on earth that would make any of this easier.

Friday morning came bright and early, you stumbled your way through Jake’s apartment letting the smell of coffee carry you to the kitchen. He’d left a post it on the carafe, telling you to be ready by 6 for drinks at the hard deck and you laughed, some things truly did stay the same. Six pm rolled around all too soon and you were dressed in your favorite sundress, hair and makeup set to perfection and Jake pulled the two of you into the lot of the beloved navy bar. Pulling you from your thoughts he gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“If you start feeling uncomfortable you just say the word and we’re out, no muss no fuss. Just relax and enjoy tonight with our friends.”

You smiled up at him, grateful that he always seemed to know what you needed to hear.

“Come on Tex let’s get in there and celebrate our friends.”

The bar was closed to only friends and family tonight, everyone near and dear to the happy couple congregating for their rehearsal dinner. Stepping inside it was like being transported back to the past; sounds, smells, everything was the same as it had been when you left. Jake goes in ahead of you, keeping an eye out for a certain mustached aviator but as you both made it to the bar the general consensus was that he hadn’t made it yet. You greeted Penny and Mav with hugs and congratulations, both so glad that you could make it. Mav caught your eye as you ordered a drink from Jimmy, and you knew what he had to say before he even started.

“He-“

“I’m sure he does Pete. I wish it changed anything, but it doesn’t. This is your day, you don’t need to waste it worrying about the past, I’m ok I promise.”

He just wanted his godson to be happy, you knew that. But it wasn’t that easy, too much time had passed and you were uneasy enough thinking about having to see him tonight. So with a squeeze to his arm and a smile you made your way across the bar to the pool tables and your former squad.

Rowdy and full of mischief, that’s the best way you could describe them, whooping and cat calling you as you crossed the threshold, enveloping you in hugs and remarks at how you’d been missed. Phoenix sidles up to you now, bumps her hip against yours with a Cheshire Cat grin, the two of you had never lost contact during the past 6 months and you were grateful for another person looking out for you tonight.

“I’ve missed you cutie! It’s just not the same around here, still can’t believe you left me to take care of the kids by myself.” You both laugh at that, looking towards your boys now as they play fight and place bets at who can kick the others ass at pool, knowing without a doubt that Jake will take the winnings.

“It feels good to be home Nix, I didn’t realize just how much I missed everyone until I got here. Florida is nice, I love the group I have there but the daggers are my family.” You trail off, trying to suppress the tears threatening to leak from your eyes.

She pulls you in for another hug, kisses the side of your head. “It’s going to be a good weekend buddy, I can feel it.”

Bradley’s late. He knows he should have left earlier but he’d been dragging his feet. Mav had texted to tell him you were here and he had to pull over on the highway to empty his stomach. His nerves are shot, pulling the bronco into the lot with shaking hands he attempts to pull himself together, knowing you are just inside has him feeling faint.

“Get your shit together Bradshaw, don’t lose your cool.”

He sucks in a deep breath and opens the door.

After grabbing a beer and getting two pitiful sympathetic looks from Penny and Mav, he turns towards his group and lays his eyes on you. It’s like a punch to the gut, you have always been breathtaking but after having only the memories on his phone to look at he knows for sure they pale in comparison to the real thing. His feet begin moving of their own accord, brain hasn’t quite caught up to what he’s doing and it feels like a magnet is dragging him towards the one place he has longed to be. You are arm and arm with Coyote, animatedly telling him a story with sparkling eyes and Bradley is falling in love all over again. He skirts the outside of the group, settles in to a seat next to Bob and Fanboy hoping he can keep from startling you. But you feel his presence because of course you do, and he can tell the moment your energy shifts. You keep looking at him in the corner of your eye, arms wrapped tightly around yourself and it breaks his heart. His view is obscured by Hangman all too soon, leaning in to the table to catch his eye.

“Rooster”

“Hangman”

“We aren’t gonna have any issues tonight are we?” Jake asks with his signature smirk and lazy southern drawl, it’s charming to some but to Bradley it’s like nails on a chalkboard.

“I’m not here to make things uncomfortable bagman, just here to fulfill my duty to Mav as best man. Y/N is a big girl and doesn’t need a babysitter, if she wants to talk to me I’m happy to listen to anything she says, I’d be an idiot not to”

“You’re an idiot either way Bradshaw but if you make Stormy girl cry tonight you’ll be showing up to the ceremony tomorrow with a black eye, just keep that in mind.”

“Understood.”

Jake blinks back the shock, didn’t expect Bradley to be amenable towards him at all. They have avoided each other at all costs in social gatherings ever since the split, Jake knew nothing good would come from stirring it back up and Bradley looked like a kicked puppy most of the time. Shrugging it off, Jake nods to the group at the table and heads back to where you are, encouraging hand on your shoulder. He’d be damned if someone ruined your night, so instead of letting you wallow he scooped you up to pick a song on the jukebox and took you to the dance floor. Spinning you and reveling in your giggles and bright eyes, it almost made him forget that he wasn’t supposed to look at you the way he was now. He’s been so good about keeping it together all these years, making sure to have a date to keep him occupied when you were cuddled up to Rooster and firmly planting himself in the friend zone. He knew that’s what you needed and he’d always go above and beyond to make you happy. Even if it meant he couldn’t have you.

You have no idea how long you’ve been here, speeches have been given and far too many shots have been had; the room is too hot and slightly spinning so you make your way outside for some fresh air. He’s there of course, smoking a cigarette and watching the waves. Looking him over now you can see the little changes, he’s not as bulky anymore, face and torso are definitely thinner than they used to be. He looks tired, to the bone judging by the dark circles under his eyes and the way he seems to slouch in on himself, no longer the larger than life persona he used to project. You think for a moment you should go back in, but as he flicks the used up cigarette into the wind you are both face to face, pain clearly etched in his features as he takes you in.

“Hi.” It’s all you can make out, you think of how ludicrous it is that after 6 months of heartbreak the best you can scrounge up is a measly hi.

“Hi Storm, it’s good to see you.”

“Y-yeah it’s good to see you too, it’s been a while.”

He runs his hand over his scarred chin, looking you over and it almost looks like he might reach out for you but he thinks better of it.

“I’m sorry Bradley- I can’t do this, I know what you’re gonna say and I feel it too but it doesn’t change anything. We’re the same people we were 6 months ago, and love isn’t going to fix it.”

You were trembling, tears pouring down your face and Bradley couldn’t stand it. He’d broken your heart and let you go, but he’d never once stopped thinking of you. Just two steps forward and you could be back in his arms, and he thought of Mav’s saying “don’t think, just do.” So he closed the distance and pulled you into his arms, your beautiful face cradled in his hands as he wiped away your tears.

“Baby, my sweet sweet girl I know I fucked it up, and I’ve spent every day of the last 6 months thinking of what went wrong. I don’t deserve it; I know that but please even if it’s just for tonight let me love you.”

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol spurring you on or the fact that you’d missed his touch so much it physically hurt, but pulling his lips to yours felt like the easiest decision you’d ever made.

You heard the door swing open behind you and someone cleared their throat, causing you to jump backwards out of his grasp, moment over as quickly as it had begun. You spun around to find Jake, eyes full of anger directed right at Bradley and then he looked towards you; disappointment clearly etched in his features.

“I couldn’t find you, Payback said you’d gone outside so I came to make sure you’re alright.”

You feel your cheeks redden with embarrassment, you had promised yourself you wouldn’t be alone with Bradley and yet here you are less than 24 hours later letting him kiss you.

Jake is still staring you down, you shift a little feeling extremely small between the two people you love most.

“Everything’s ok Jake, let’s uh- let’s go home ok? It’s late and I’ve had more than I should have.” You grab at his elbow to steer him towards the lot to the truck, steely gaze still focused on Bradley but he lets you move him, starting a fight isn’t going to fix a thing and he knows more than he’s let on. Maybe it was time to play his hand and let you know just how much of a piece of shit your so called “Prince Charming” really was.

The ride back was eerily quiet, tension flooding the cab of the truck while you spent every second overthinking. Why had you let it get that far? You’d done so good, it’d been half a year without any contact and you’d folded *so* fast, it was so embarrassing. Ugh and for Jake to be the one that found you?! You knew he’d be pissed and expected a thorough lashing but he didn’t say a word. Just stoically stared at the road, no smart ass remark to be found as he white knuckled the steering wheel. He pulled into the drive and bolted for the door, didn’t even stop to let you out like he normally does. Taking a deep breath and mentally preparing for a long ass night trying to drag his feelings out, you made your way into his townhouse.

He’s nowhere to be found when you step inside, probably holed up in his room so he won’t pick a fight; you know the routine fairly well. He hates hurting your feelings so he shuts down and lets himself cool off before he talks to you, normally just acts like nothing ever happened because he’d rather not bring it all back up again. But when you go to check his bedroom he’s not there either; door ajar and completely devoid of Jake. Finally you head to the back porch, he’s there slumped in one of the lounge chairs, already cracked open another beer and staring down at his phone, determined to look anywhere but at you.

You plop down into the chair next to him, knocking one of your knees with his, hoping if you needle him enough he’ll tell you what’s wrong.

“Jakey”

“Don’t. Don’t do this right now Y/N, just let me be before I say something we will both regret.”

You know you should just let it go, but the harshness in his tone is so out of character but frankly you’ve had enough of everyone tiptoeing around you.

“No.”

“No?”

“No I want to do this now, what is it that you aren’t telling me? You seem to have forgotten that I know you better than your own mother Seresin and I can tell when you’ve been holding back. You looked like you wanted to beat Bradley into the ground earlier and I know I screwed up and let him get to me tonight but im a big girl Jake I can make my own mis-“

“You didn’t make any mistakes though!” He boomed, causing you to jump in your seat. “ you’ve spent this whole time blaming yourself for leaving, for not communicating but you have NO idea. This was never something to blame yourself for and the fact that you let him back in tonight knowing what I know makes me SICK.” He’s never had an outburst like this with you, chest heaving and shaking hands he can’t seem to stop, he knows it’s all about to bubble up but he can’t stuff the secrets back down.

“What do you mean, what you know? Jake what am I missing?” You whisper softly, you have a sudden glaring realization and it feels like everything is crashing down, it can’t be can it? You need him to say it to confirm but you wish the earth would swallow you both up; everything changes if he says what you think he will.

“He cheated on you, a month before the mission, and he thought he’d gotten away with it but apparently Fanboy caught him and Mirage fucking in the hard deck bathroom. He agreed not to say anything, but when you left she suddenly started showing up more, he wasn’t even trying to hide her y/n! Everyone knew he was taking her home after nights at the bar, and Fanboy couldn’t keep it in anymore so he told me. Bradshaw was jealous of your success, he took the mission away from you and to really stick it to you he fucked a fellow squad mate behind your back. As far as I’m concerned he’s dead to you, he has no right to come crawling back and you deserve to know it all so he doesn’t take advantage of you again.”

It all made perfect sense now, Bradley had had one too many late nights at work claiming he was shooting the shit with Mav, never interested in taking you to bed like he had been before the mission talk started up, but you’d chalked it up to stress. Always making excuses for him, assuring yourself that he wouldn’t dare cheat because why would he have given you his mother’s ring? He’d told you he wanted a love like Goose and Carole had, promised he’d love you forever. Of course he’d lied, he’d always been more concerned about his career path and his accomplishments, any time you did something of merit his congratulations always seemed tinged with something sour, but he was happy for you right? He loved you right? Now you didn’t know for sure.

You reeled back at the realization, all the puzzle pieces fitting together to make a heartbreaking story, and you felt a surge of nausea come up quickly rushing to the side of the yard to throw up. You could feel Jake’s cool hand holding your hair back, the other rubbing circles into your back telling you to breathe. He’d always been a safe haven in your life, steadfast no matter who he was seeing at the time. You came first to him, your friendship and partnership in the air like an unspoken vow between the two of you. You were being hit with one revelation after another tonight, and you jerked away from him suddenly; throat dry as the desert as you quickly made your way inside to the sink to rinse out your mouth.

“Hey hey, talk to me honey. I’m sorry, shit I’m so sorry you had to find out like this; I should have never let it get this far but you seemed happy in Florida and I didn’t want to open old wounds. Please Stormy, look at me baby I need to know we are ok.”

Now he’s the one wringing his hands, Hangman is never nervous, he’s always larger than life and the most confident person in the room. He looks so boyish now, standing in the dim light of the kitchen, the fear on his face so unnatural on his handsome face.

You couldn’t deny that he was beautiful, you’d always seen the way he attracted the attention of everyone in a room, like the definition of the word gorgeous come to life or the hero on the cover of a romance novel. Just classically handsome, and yes he was smug and he knew just how good he looked but he’d never put on any kind of mask when it came to you. Let himself be vulnerable, trusted you would keep his secrets and never make fun of him for his faults. Now looking at him in the quiet of his home, you realized that Bradley may have physically cheated; but maybe he wasn’t the only one that blew up your relationship. Some part of you from the day Jake Seresin had walked into your life had always belonged to him. Admitting it to yourself now was jarring; how long had you let yourself think he wasn’t everything to you? You found yourself terrified and excited at the thought, suddenly hyper aware of how close he was to you, knowing that if you crossed that line with him tonight you’d never be the same. You tilted your head up to look at him, reaching a hand out so he could close the distance, and watched him relax into your touch knowing you weren’t angry with him.

“Stormy-l-“

“Jake…Do you love me?”

He goes cold at the realization, oh God you had figured it out. He’d tried to suppress it for so long, but obviously with the clarity that had been gained tonight you seemed to be able to see the truth. He’d always been in love with you, but decided that having you in his life was more important than getting his feelings out so he’d gallantly put them aside. When he’d found out the truth about Rooster he’d been unmoored by the whole thing. How the hell could anyone ever hurt you like that? What kind of moron has the perfect girl and destroys her happiness? But he’d let you go, knowing you needed to run and find yourself in the aftermath; Jake was just grateful he could continue to be a part of your life in whatever way you needed. But oh God you knew now, he could see it on your face and since it had been a night for truth and honesty he told the consequences to fuck themselves, pulling you into his arms and pressing his forehead to yours.

“I could deny it, and we could just go back to the way things are if that’s what you need. We can continue this weekend like we have been and I’ll let you go back to Florida. Because you matter too much to me to be selfish with you, but oh angel I want *so* badly to be selfish. So you tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

He’s so open, pouring his heart out to you and you can’t look away, his bright green eyes searching for any kind of reservation on your part, and when he doesn’t see any he grins that perfect lopsided grin of his, the one that makes your heart grow ten sizes. It’s not a rushed or sudden clashing of teeth and tongue, it’s a slow movement of lips molding together, hands mapping each other in a way that’s never been allowed before. It takes your breath away and as you gasp he slides his tongue against yours, reveling in the little noises you make as you grasp at the collar of his shirt, the need to have him closer overwhelming. After a while with the willpower of a god he pulls himself back from you a little, stroking your cheek and chuckling as you stagger forward trying to chase his kisses. He tilts your face to look at him and he’s warm all over, it’s everything he’s ever wanted and he has to tell you before he lets it get too far.

“I do Y/N, I love you. I always have baby. I want it all with you kid, and I know it probably feels sudden, but I can’t lie to you; I want everything with you. I’ll wait as long as you need because I’m in this no matter what, I don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He says with a watery laugh, and you realize he’s got tears in his eyes.

You are pretty sure you turned into a puddle on the floor, arms and legs feel like jello as he holds you up between himself and the counter. You could agree that yes it was sudden, hell you’d just let Bradley kiss you less than two hours ago, but you couldn’t deny that in all the times you’d kissed Rooster it had never felt like this. How were you ever supposed to go back to the way things were? Did you even want to? The thoughts were swirling around in your head now and he could tell you were lost. So he kissed you once more, just a featherlight peck and then stepped back from you.

“We’ve had a lot of big reveals tonight baby girl, how about we take a beat and sleep, let tomorrow figure it all out for us.”

He was right of course, it has been an overwhelming evening and you two should probably look it over with fresh eyes, so you let him lead you down the hall. He thinks you’re going to head to the guest bedroom but you surprise him, stepping into his bedroom and closing the door.

“Stormy, we can’t- not tonight honey you and i are wrung out-“

“Shhh, we aren’t doing anything tonight Jake, just hold me ok? I need to be close to you.”

He peels off his clothes and lets you change into one of his T shirts, tangling his arms and legs with yours as you snuggle up into bed. Drifting off to sleep, not knowing if he hears you, you whisper to him

“Jake I think I love you too.”

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solarrclxud · 2 months

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HAPPY VALENTINES

pairing : multi x reader (wriothesley , neuvillette , childe , ,xiao )

genre: fluff

warnings : not proofread , the use of " my love"

a/n: well guess who just got revived from the dead ! (its me hello) ALSO ill be getting to my inbox soon! thank you for the requests while i was gone !

Wriothesley watched you dust a shelf that held his extravagant and excessive tea collection . You were muttering something about how he really needed to clean more often when he shifted his head off of his palm to grin . You squinted at him . " You're being suspicious" you prodded him. He shook his head and looked down to the work he was supposed to be doing as you resumed dusting , moving to the shelf below , only to see a tiny box behind the usual boxes of tea. With a slight frown you attempted to move it to the front . As you put it down , something rattled within and u heard wriothesley get up from his chair . " Finally, i thought you'd never find it" he laughed. You stared at him confused . He smiled and made his way over to you , opening the box in your hands to reveal a keychain . One you'd seen in the market a few days ago but hadn't bought.

" Happy valentines my love "

Xiao was deliberate with his gifts. They were frequent and personal. Thanks to him, you had an entire box tucked away in your cupboard , full to the brim with charms to ward off evil, flowers he had picked up and chunks of ore he had carved while u slept. Today when you awoke to a piece of jade used as a paperweight for a small note on your side table, it was not a new occurrence. The note was written in beautiful flourish and u smiled as you read it. A simple good morning and a wish for a good day. You didn't think much of it through the day as you went about the Harbor , couples exchanging simple affection was a usual for you to see at the cafe u ran but today it seemed more frequent. In the evening you walked back to the Inn , to find Xiao pacing on the balcony, slightly red faced. When you called to him , he jumped like a startled animal before he smiled a little, holding out what seemed to be a hair piece fashioned from the same kind of jade he had given to u in the morning.

"i have heard that mortals have this celebration of love. i thought it fit hat we must take part as we are...in love."

Childe was out on a business trip. His absence felt strangely heavy that day due to the presence of couples around liyue harbour. You had longed to see him for a week now but all you had was a letter from a few days after he had left , dating his return to the next month. It was one of his longer trips no doubt . As you got home that evening, you unlocked your home and was met with the sound of someone already there. You frowned , grabbing a knife from the kitchen as you etched towards the sound of...singing? Now that you thought about it the voice was familiar. You entered your bedroom to childe leaning over a bouquet of flowers strategically placed on the bed humming a tune in obvious excitement. You began to laugh, causing him to turn around to see you and inevitably join in.

"the job finished faster than planned, thanks to my expertise so i thought id suprise you ! happy valentines!"

Neuvillette was a doting lover, and contrary to his professional persona, at home he was nothing but a tired man. That morning you woke up to him for the first time in what felt like ages. You checked the clock, 10am, he was late. You uttered his name softly in an attempt to wake him up. He just hummed and nuzzled further into you, it was obvious he was awake by the soft smile on him face. " Neuvi you're late" . He shook his head and pulled you closer. His voice muffled as he said,

"I took a day off...i have a reservation at a restaurant but can we go back to bed for now my love?"

slaying with the comeback (school is murdering me)

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stevierogersbabygirl · 2 months

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What No One Sees (pt.2)

(Dark?)Professor!Steve Rogers x reader

Run-through: Steve was that one popular professor that everyone liked, and you were closest to him. You'd never predict that he'd be the father of your future child.

Chapter themes: smut, breeding, pregnancy, angst, fluff

It's a few weeks in, and you were very sure you were carrying Steve's baby. You texted Steve about it, but for weeks he had not replied or even seen your messages. Not to mention the fact there are rumors he resigned from the campus and moved to another state.

You could not believe he'd just run away like that, and you were also in a state of denial that the perfect man you had known for a long time was in reality an ignorant coward.

You decided to keep your mind off it, to focus on your pregnancy.

You were 2 months pregnant.

Because you had the pregnancy symptoms, you've skipped so many days of college, and luckily your college allows you to make up the work that you missed while you were out. Your closest friends were also helping you out with everything.

One day, one of them suggested you to make the court order Steve to take a paternity test, to which you agreed to.

5 days later, it came back positive. Steve is indeed the father of your child.

Knowing that he somewhat communicated with you by taking the test, you'd wonder if he finally read your texts.

Your eyes widened when it says he finally read it, but there weren't any replies.

Frustrated with Steve, you decided to confront him in person, by finding his current location, through online stalking.

It was a Tuesday night and you were in your pajamas, laptop on your desk as you tried to find Steve's online profiles.

You soon got to his Facebook account, "Steven Grant Rogers" and you saw something you'd never expect.

Steve was married.

He was apparently married to this woman named Margaret Elizabeth Carter.

You were in pure shock, eyes widened and mouth gaped to the realization that you unknowingly contributed to an affair.

As you scrolled further down your mouth gaped even bigger.

Steve also has children.

You not only unknowingly contributed to an affair, but your affair partner also has children.

Steve had such a perfect persona and it made you even harder to believe all of this.

You were shocked, angry, upset, and confused, all at the same time.

He cheated on his wife, and betrayed his children to have sex with you.

Steve is a terrible man.

Despite the shocking revelation, it only fueled your curiosity even more about the entire situation, making you want to stalk him even more.

You needed answers.

He has not recently posted, making it harder for you to find his location, until you saw his friends list, hoping they recently posted him.

That's when you saw his friend, James Buchanan Barnes' story from a few minutes ago, of the two of them sitting outside of a cafe, it's full location on display.

Jackpot.

You successfully convinced one of your closest friends to take you to the location, which was in the state right next to where you lived.

Adrenaline was pumping as you prepared yourself to confront the man.

Anger, sadness, confusion were all filling your head as you mentally prepared to confront the man.

But you tried to calm yourself down because stress during pregnancy could've chronically affected your little one's health.

In 2 hours, you've arrived at the cafe and see Steve and his friend sitting at a table infront of it.

There he fucking was.

Months of anger, sadness, and confusion, it will all soon come out, he can't hide anymore.

You went up to him and Steve turned his head to look at you, his face instantly panicked.

"Where the fuck have you been?" You said loudly in anger, making the other customers sitting outside turn their heads towards you.

Steve sighed, and dragged your hand into the restaurant and into the restaurant bathroom. Everyone watched.

His face made it look like you were an annoyance to him. You didn't like his audacity to drag you like that, which fueled your anger even further.

You were both inside the bathroom now, and Steve locked the door.

At that point, your eyes were full of tears and you wanted to choke him on the wall.

He turned to face you, a hint of sadness in his eyes, a tense atmosphere was forming.

You took a deep breath and yelled out, "What is wrong with you?! You got me pregnant and you decide to just leave like that? And then I find out you have a wife and kids and you made me contribute to an affair? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

Steve walked forward which made you subconsciously walk backwards, and soon enough, you were trapped between him and the wall. You immediately looked down, not wanting to see that face.

"I don't like your tone, Y/N." He said, slowly raising his hand to lift your chin.

You slapped his hand away and said, "You think this shit still works, Steve? I know who you fucking are now. I know your true colors. You are just an ignorant, absent father of a man who's also a shitty person! Not just to our child, but to James and Sarah too."

Steve had a hint of sadness in his eyes as he heard those words come out of your mouth. You were still looking down.

You weren't even sure the bathroom's walls were shout-proof.

Steve said gently, "Look at me."

You lifted your head to look at him. You hated how you just obeyed him like that.

Steve took a deep breath, and started talking in his signature soft voice, "I am going through a divorce with my wife because I found out that she has been cheating with me since our marriage started, so roughly 12 years ago. I know doing the same thing does not make me any better, but sometimes bad things have to be done to get a good result, and that good result is you."

You looked into his eyes, your tense emotions disappearing greatly after hearing what he said. You then said, "Then why did you leave?"

"Because I wasn't ready to be a father to our child, Y/N. I also didn't want people to find out about us. I know it's wrong, but I felt that this wasn't good for my family's image. I also don't want our child to hate me after finding out what we did together, and how I cheated." Steve said, holding your hands.

You sighed, the tears finally going down your face as you said, "Can't we just be together, Steve? Why can't you just let her go. You can be with the woman whom you truly love, Steve."

Steve gave you his signature soft smile, and put a hair strand behind your ear. "I also wish for it to be that way. I'm going through a divorce right now, and I promise if it's all over, I'll return to you, and we will raise our child together." He put his hand on your womb, as you both turned to look at it, smiling warmingly.

"And I'm sorry for being a coward, Y/N. It was irresponsible of me. We will be together, I promise." He said, caressing your cheek.

It ended with a big hug and a deep kiss.

And he kept his promise.

Three years later, you've graduated from college and got a high-paying job, while Steve worked a new occupation which was also high-paying.

You guys were newlyweds with your toddler daughter, whom you collectively agreed on naming Stephanie.

Stephanie Anne Rogers.

The wedding day included a ceremony where both of your friends and families were invited. It took a while for both sides of family and friends to accept the fact that it all started as professor-student.

The wedding consisted of happy tears, funny photographs, and delicious food.

It was a day after the wedding, and you both reminisced about it, laughing at the memories of the wedding.

You, Steve and Stephanie were sat on the couch in comfy clothing, looking at the wedding pictures' book.

"Look at Bucky in this picture!" You said, pointing and giggling at his dancing pose. Steve turned to look at him and decided to stand up and impersonate him, making you laugh even more. Stephanie, with no clue what is happening also started laughing, way harder than you did. You and Steve looked at her with smiles as she couldn't stop. Kids being kids.

When it was finally night, you and Steve planned something intimate for the both of you, so you both dropped Stephanie at one of Steve's friends', Natasha's house to initiate it.

This was the first time you both were intimate as husband and wife.

You two were finally alone in the master bedroom. He held you tight to him as you both started kissing.

While you were kissing, you both started to undress slowly, until you were both naked.

You smirked and instantly got onto your knees and softly placed your hand on his shaft, stroking in gently. Steve moaned at the contact as he looked down at you.

You'd look up into his eyes, then placed your lips onto his tip and used your tongue to pleasure him greatly, and judging by Steve's frown of pleasure you knew you were doing something right.

You slowly started bobbing your head up and down his cock, toying with his balls, and in no time you sucked faster and Steve also thrusted his hips faster in your mouth.

You then went onto the bed and laid on it back-first, letting Steve finger you as he simultaneously stroked his cock. He'd start with one finger and gradually add more, fingering you with increasing pace and in no time, his tip would be at your entrance.

You both moaned as his cock went in, and you grasped the sheets tighter when you felt the size. He'd first go with slow thrusts, making you adjust to his size, and you'd beg more and more until he went harder and faster, as you rubbed your clitoris while doing so.

You came first, violently cumming around him, and he came next, filling your womb with his sperm.

He'd slow down his thrusting, and leaned forward to kiss you deeply, his cock not wanting to leave you.

"I love you, Y/N." He said, giving you a kiss on your forehead, then looking down to look at you with a soft smile and love in his eyes.

"I love you too, Steve." You said, also with love on your face, lifting your hands to adjust his head to kiss you deeply.

You eventually got pregnant, again.

Stephanie was going to be a big sister!

The baby was a boy, and you eventually decided named him Scott.

Scott William Rogers.

Your life has become so beautiful.

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cryinginmyroomsposts · 9 months

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Dancing With Our Hands Tied

pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

tags: angst, fluff in ending, dancer Hyunjin, non-idol!au, college au, swearing

summary: Being in the coveted dance team of the university was no small feat. After being in the team for a whole year, you find yourself about to participate in a prestigious inter-college competition for Duet performance with none other than the college IT boy and dance team captain- Hyunjin. You'd spent one year suppressing your big fat crush on the charming boy, but now that you find yourself dancing in his arms, he just might paint you golden.

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Note: This can be read as a one-shot but I was kind of expanding on the universe from the Lee Know oneshot Mr Gorgeous.

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It was a nice Sunday morning and like every college student, all you wanted to do was sleep in. But unlike every student, you’re part of the university dance team. From the outside looking in, it was the most glamorous group to be a part of. Being a part of the team inherently gave you the highest social status on campus. You got special exemptions from certain tests and even privileges for missing mandatory events.

Little did they know that all the shine comes with a mountain of hard work. Getting into the dance team itself was a major task lasting 5 entire rounds of selections in multiple genres, solo and group showcase. And once you make it, there is no room for complacency. The team did at least three performances a month- in-house and external. So the only constant in your lives was practice sessions, assignments and sleepless nights.

For being the most desired group on campus, the dance team never got the time to do any of the popular kid things, apart from the validation itself. Except for the dance team co-captain, of course. Hwang Hyunjin will not let busy schedules and tiring practices stop him from being the campus IT boy. Nobody, literally nobody, is privy to his charms.

Including you.

Despite a lifetime of training in dance, the primary reason you tried out for the dance team was Hyunjin. You still remember the goosebumps on your skin and the way your jaw was on the floor the entire time he was on stage. On the day of your freshman orientation a year ago, you had joined hundreds gathered in the amphitheatre to see the dance team perform. The then sophomore, Hyunjin along with his friend Lino (Lee Minho), had been the stars of the show. The entire team, including the charming ex-captain- Chris, were immaculate. The performance was so power-packed mixed with equal parts grace and emotions. While the boys had done a hip-hop rendition, the girls had taken a contemporary approach. The two eventually collided to meet in the modern-pop genre for the finale. You decided then to join the dance team, so you did a few months later.

Although you should’ve decided against harbouring a huge crush on said It-boy. In the first two shows after making the team, you were nothing but a blubbering mess. It took all of your conscious energy to not stammer every time he so much as looked at you. Ultimately, you mellowed down, or maybe the reality of seeing Hyunjin woo more than half the campus with his charms and leave a trail of broken hearts got to you.

You still respected him as a dancer, it’s hard not to when he oozes power, grace and sometimes the literal demon while dancing. His on-stage persona was almost entirely different from the idiot who runs around pissing off his Co-captain Minho, or constantly trying to borderline harass the newest and youngest addition to the team- Jeongin.

Your phone alarm starts ringing bringing you back to reality- Sunday morning rehearsal. You silence it before it disturbs your roommates’ precious sleep. Trying your best to tiptoe your way around the dorm room, getting ready and after grabbing a granola bar from your desk, you make your way to the practice room.

On the way you meet your favourite person on the team- Felix (truth be told he’s everyone’s favourite).

“Hii Y/n.” He waves furiously giggling as he walks up to you.

“Hi Felix” you giggle back, simply because it’s impossible not to get affected by his infectious joy.

“How are you so cheerful at 6:30 AM?” You ask as he gives you a side hug. He just shrugs and skips alongside you to the practice room. You let out a little laugh at the little ball of sunshine that is Felix as he starts animatedly telling you random stories.

The practice room is in shambles. You and Felix exchange a flabbergasted look at each other and look around the room again. Everyone is crowded in the centre and talking over one another.

“Y/N! Come here. Fast.” You hear your Sumi, your teammate, call from somewhere amidst the chaos. When the team starts noticing you enter the room, they fall silent. They move back from crowding in the centre and you realise all eyes are switching between you and Sumi who is holding a paper in her hands.

“What’s going on?”

Sumi gulps and hands over the paper to you.

Inter-College Dance Competition Category: Duet Participants: Hyunjin and Y/N

Shit. Holy shit.

“Morning guys.”

The voice startled you. You whip your head to see Hyunjin enter the room, his duffel bag on his shoulder, clothes crumpled, and hair in a messy bun. Yet he looked ethereal.

He looks at you and smiles. “Oh Y/n, you’ve heard the news. Good, we can get down to the details then.”

Details? What details? Oh, right dance.

“Uh-huh. Yeah. Sure.” You finally manage with a nod.

“Alright guys let's start, we’ll do a couple run-throughs till noon, take a break and convene here at 4:30pm to get ready for the show. Finally, we go up there and rock the crowd. Sound like a plan?”

Everyone cheers and you nod, still processing the fact that you had been chosen to dance a duet with Hyunjin. Not just any performance but the biggest inter-college competition in the state. With Hyunjin. A duet. You. And Hyunjin. Good god it’s going to be a ride.

The team goes into a practised routine of rehearsals, chaos, more rehearsals and even more chaos.

At 1 PM you’re glad you can finally rest for a few hours before the performance. The evening rolls in, and you head to the green room. One by one, the girls start getting ready and the green room is already chaotic but becomes a full-blown circus once the boys crowd in.

From your place, you watch as Hyunjin hugs Jeongin so tight that the poor junior looks like he could die. Lino is sitting in his favourite corner (he has one everywhere he goes), cuddled up with his girlfriend- man has been the biggest simp since they got together a month ago. Felix is going around giving everyone motivation and cheering them up- typical Felix. He hugs you so tight and warm, you can feel the nerves physically leave you. Then there’s Yeji and Lia, discussing choreo parts with Sumi and others. The air in here is infectious, everyone is equal parts excited and nervous.

The performance goes by in a whizz, the adrenaline rushing through your entire body as you stand on stage witnessing your friends, classmates, seniors and juniors in the crowds enjoying the performance.

You feel alive.

Afterwards, you change out of the costume into your sweats and meet all your classmates who had come backstage to support you. The gratitude that fills your chest leaves you emotional.

You give Jeongin a tight hug, congratulating him on his official performance as part of the team. Even if he hates the hug, he gracefully accepts it and smiles wide. You were very entirely endeared by his cuteness- everyone was. Specifically his super fan Hyunjin.

Think of the devil and watch as he walks to where you and Jeongin are. Even though you squished down your tiny crush, you've always felt nervous around him- simply because he is Hwang Hyunjin. Now the impending performance and the sheer idea of having to spend weeks practising with Hyunjin- one on one, is doing no help to your nerves.

"Jeonginahhhhh," he squeals and you step back as he hugs the younger member. Jeongin tries his best to smile and endure it but fails, making you crack up.

"Hi Y/N," Hyunjin says, finally letting the younger one go free finally and turning to you.

"Hey, Hyunjin. Amazing performance." You manage to say, trying to keep your nerves at bay.

"Thanks. You did well too." He flashes his smile, his fringe falling to his face and his eye twinkling as his cheeks light up.

There goes any attempt of calming your nerves.

Hyunjin continues to shower Jeongin with compliments, rightfully so, and you watch how he looks carefree and young as the latter is glowing in pride and embarrassment.

Right as you turn to take your leave, Hyujin calls your name.

"Yeah?"

"We need to discuss the performance, when can we meet about that?"

The frown on your face turns up before you realise it and he laughs.

"I get it. I need a break too. Maybe we can meet on Friday evening?"

"Yeah, sure. That works for me."

"It's a date."

A what?

But before you can mull over what he meant, your friends drag you out of the green room to celebrate. You were glad for the welcome distraction. Especially watching Seungmin and Yumi constantly fight over everything as you and Jisung sit there laughing at their antics.

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"Y/n, You can do this! It is just dancing. You've been doing this your whole life. Well, not dancing with Hyunjin, but the semantics don't matter. You can still do this. It is just called a duet, maybe the two of you will not even be on stage at the same time. Hyunjin is a busy guy, he might just ask you to do your own choreo for your part. Y/n, I know you're gonna sla-"

"Y/n, I will MURDER you if you don't get out of the bathroom right fucking now."

Yumi's voice breaks you out of the pep-talk you were giving yourself in the bathroom mirror. You give yourself one final thumbs up and head out to see a fuming Yumi standing on the other side.

She grunts like a wounded dog and you giggle as you hug her in apology.

"Sorry. Anyways, I'm heading out now. Haffun." You pick up your bags and start walking toward the dorm room door.

"I will. All the best for your meeting. And Y/n?" You hum looking at her.

"It'll be alright, don't stress out too much." You nod appreciatively and wave as you head out.

The whole way to the practice room, you keep repeating the pep-talk to yourself. You've spent a good amount of time in the last four days telling yourself that the date comment is just a habit for the pro-charmer Hyunjin and it means nothing. You might've also spent a good few hours warning yourself not to develop any embarrassing feelings for him.

When you enter the practice room, you see Hyunjin, Yeji and Minho sitting in a corner discussing something. As the only seniors in the group, they make all the logistical and creative decisions for the team. Minho spots you first, smiling politely and Yeji follows suit. Hyunjin nods in your direction as the three of them start to pack up.

Yeji and Minho make small talk with you before leaving and you're left alone with Hyunjin. He sits down in the centre of the room, in front of the full-length mirror, and ties his shoes as you walk toward him. He's in his usual sweats and hair tied in a half-up bun.

"Hi." You mutter as you sit down next to him.

"Hello. Had a nice break?" He smiles and you nod.

"Yeah, slept like a pig. What about you?"

"Meh, I mean I got a break from the dancing but still... senior year you know. I'm just perpetually tired." He does look tired and you nod sympathetically.

"Well, I'm sure you'll fare better than me as a senior next year." He says with a smile, sounding sincere and it takes everything in you not to blush.

So much for no embarrassing feelings.

"Oh, sure. Don't downplay your achievements. No one could lead this team the way you do." You were speaking the facts but seeing him smile wide and bright made your stomach flip.

"Aye you don't need to butter me up anymore, you got the part in the biggest competition now."

"Hey, I wasn't trying to butter you up." You feign mock offence.

"Okay, I believe you. Anyway, let's start with the concept."

Please say anything except sexy or love.

"So the concept is love- more like finding your way back to love. So I thought we would do something where estranged exes find their way back to each other kind of."

Big time fuck.

You nod and smile as you process his words and what this might mean for said embarrassing feelings (which you will not harbour). You decide to be a professional and only focus on dancing.

"Yeah, that sounds cool. Do you have any choreo already planned?"

"Yeah." He pulls up his laptop from his bag and shows a video. Hyunjin and Yeji are dancing in the video, the dance is… touchy to say the least. You refuse to acknowledge the churning in your stomach as you see the two of them dance closely.

The dance is split into three parts- starting with solos expressing the regret and anger that both parties have, proceeding to a mirroring sequence where their anguish aligns and finally, the slow dance symbolising the happy ending.

Once the dance ends you stare at the blank screen for a minute before turning to see that Hyunjin is expectantly staring at you.

“So?” He asks with raised eyebrows and a small smile playing on his lips.

“Umm it’s amazing. As usual.” He smiles and waves away the compliment.

“I have one doubt though, why didn’t Yeji and you perform this?” Your voice comes out low and quiet. A part of you hopes your question doesn't make him rethink and choose Yeji instead- for dance, of course.

He shakes his head sidewise, a shy smile on his face. "It didn't feel right."

"Oh."

"Alright, so I can start teaching you the common parts and we can modify according to our needs as we go. I'll leave the solo to you. Okay?"

"Yeah cool."

Lord knows how this is going to end.

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"Hyunjin, let's do this once more and then we'll move on to the next part." You reprimand a whining Hyunjin, lying face-first on the practice room floor. It's the fourth day of practice sessions and both of you are running out of fuel quickly.

"Y/n, you're doing good. Let's just take a break and start with the slow dance part." He whines turning to face you with a pout.

You want to give in to his antics but you hold your stand. Partly because it is a mirroring dance and you desperately want to be completely in sync with Hyunjin (the man dances like he is the god of dance). Another part because you wanted to delay the thought of starting the next section of the performance because the thought of being close to Hyunjin and doing the slow-contemporary dance section made your legs turn to slime.

"No. I just want to perfect this. Just onceeee. Then we can take a break, and start the- the other part." You flash him your best puppy-dog face and he sighs as he gets up from the floor.

"Alright let's do this but I don't know what you are worrying about, you're perfect already."

Cue embarrassing butterflies and feelings you definitely do not feel.

And like clockwork, the two of you start moving according to the beat. You had watched Hyunjin's every minuscule movement and so had he. Now you are in so much sync that the perfectionist in both of you is almost entirely satiated.

"Okay... that was brilliant Y/n. Please let's take a break and start learning the next part." He says taking deep breaths and chugging water. You can barely nod as you catch your breath.

The next hour is spent eating the dinner you ordered a while back, reviewing the latest run and the choreography video.

"What are you thinking for the solo part?" He asks between bites and you have to admit he looks cute with his cheeks filled as he chews and frowns as he enjoys the food.

"I'm thinking of sticking to my roots- just contemporary."

"Oh that's good. You're good at contemporary."

"I- Thanks." He smiles.

"You should do something similar to your audition performance."

You nod involuntarily and then his words sink in. "You remember that?"

"Yeah, I do. It was an amazing performance Y/N. I'm sure everyone remembers it." You scoff and he raises an eyebrow.

"Minho asked me if I am new, last month."

He laughs. "No no, that's just his messed up humour sense. But anyways, I speak for myself when I say it's hard to forget such a good performance. And you."

You end up swallowing a big bite of your burger and start to choke as he just smiles and hands you the water bottle. Before you can say anything, he is up for the next part.

It starts fine, the two of you slowly moving toward each other with each step- from mirroring each other to reaching out. Then comes the trickier part. It starts with your hands brushing, the two of you circling around the other, looking into each other. Obviously, you look anywhere but his face. Because staring into those eyes will not do anything good for you. He doesn't say anything if he notices the little flinches or lack of eye contact.

The two of you keep practising the moves over and over until both of you are satisfied with the flow. Now it is becoming increasingly hard for you to focus on these details. Especially considering how your heart is beating in your ears with every step the two of you take.

He needs to hold your hand and move it in a curve while his other hand is on your hip. And it gets worse, as the following step requires you to turn and face him, your hands on his neck, his on your hips as you bend away and come back to his embrace. He suggests going over each movement slowly and it worsens your plight. You hear his voice from a distance as you do your best not to stare at his lips that are inches away. You can see that he is saying something and you find yourself nodding along. You do the step according to his counts and return to his embrace.

This is when you do the mistake of looking up at his face, he is staring down at you too. You see the black fringes that have escaped the bun, sticking to the corners of his face. His forehead is lined with beads of sweat, thin darkened eyes, and plump lips slightly apart. The clock ticks somewhere but neither of you seems to realise, until eventually, you snap back into sense- the inherent panic of feelings stirring in your stomach.

You step back and look at your feet, he stays still and starts fidgeting with his hands.

"I- Um... It's almost 10. I- I should head back." You stammer, slowly looking at him. He looks at you for a second and nods. You nod and start collecting your things.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" And thud goes your water bottle, slipping from your hands- entirely due to your clumsiness and nothing to do with butterflies, of course.

"Uh no not necessary. It's just a 5 min walk." You hope he looks disappointed but hope is a dangerous game for a fool trying to live in denial.

"Ok. Bye." He turns to his bag before you can say your bye and that's that.

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"Two days. That's all we have for the performance! And this is when Hyunjin decides he can just go galivanting about and not show up to practice." You groan to yourself, standing in front of the full-length mirror in the practice room.

The last two weeks of practice have been a lot less eventful compared to the first. After the first day of doing the slow dance, things shifted between Hyunjin and you. Both of you became more distant and closer, at the same time. Some days you bickered like childhood besties, and on others, both of you walked around each other on eggshells. He often showed up to morning practice with crumpled clothes and messed up hair and your heart would drop to your stomach realising he must've spent the night with someone else. You would immediately reprimand yourself for making assumptions just to get your feelings in check.

And yet here you were, mind running in a million different directions as you figure he could be with anybody right now, while you sit in the musty old practice room at 7pm on a Saturday evening. These thoughts never helped, so you resort to your comfort zone- dancing.

And for the third time that evening, you go over your solo part and the rest of the dance. You are tired of dancing the same things so you start freestyling to your favourite tracks. Dancing always made you feel good, especially when you poured all your emotions out through your body. You lost yourself to the song, letting the beat and your body carry you away.

That's how you fail to notice Hyunjin's arrival until you get startled by the loud claps coming from the door. You whip your head around to see him standing with his go-to sweatshirt, duffel bag and hair in a bun. He is smiling wide, the kind that made his eyes small and cheeks full.

"Y/N, that was sooo goood. I've never seen you move like that till now. That was amazing, really!"

This boy made it so hard to live in denial with his charm, kind words and that smile. And that's why you can do nothing but smile and giggle like a little girl as you mutter a small thanks.

"Sorry, I got caught up in work. Have you been waiting long?" You watch as he puts his bag down and starts stretching and you see that his sweatshirt is inside out, and his hair is messier than you've ever seen. Here's the thing about this boy- he goes around breaking hearts without intending to. And here's the thing about unrequited crushes- you become somewhat of an Agatha Christie, just connecting all the randomest dots just to make up reasons to let your heart down again, it's almost a masochistic need. Logically, you knew better than to assume messy clothes meant anything of significance. But as a woman on a mission to prevent herself from falling deeper, you would grip onto anything that provides an anchor for your heart- even if it means you end up breaking your heart anyway.

And which is why you blurt out, "Why do you care if I wait... I'm sure you have better people to attend to anyway."

The piercing tone of your voice makes Hyunjin stop in his tracks and look at you through the mirror. The room is dead silent as you pick apart the skin in your cuticles in an attempt to keep the tears from falling and your heart from breaking further. Maybe it was the exhaustion, the all too familiar feeling of heartache that comes with unrequited love, but the shell you had so carefully maintained had come crashing down.

"Wha- What are you saying?" His voice comes soft and nervous. You do the mistake of looking up, through the mirror. You scoff and swallow the tears back, "No, nothing. I just- forget it. Let's practice."

"Are you sure? You just said something abou-"

"Can we just practice once and get over with this. I'm exhausted." You snap.

He just nods and proceeds to start the music. You don't look at him, not even during the mirroring sequence, he huffs a little too loudly at that. The run-through itself goes smoothly, until the last sequence. It's hard to do a romantic slow dance when you refuse to meet his eyes and keep flinching every time he touches you. Still, both of you push through. You get out of his clutches the second the song ends and start to pack your things.

"Y/N, why are you already packing?"

This boy makes it very hard not to get unreasonably angry at him because he doesn't let you hate him.

"It's almost 9 pm Hyunijn. I have been here since 6, I'm tired." He just nods and stays silent. You gather your things, throw your bag on your shoulder and leave. If he realises that this is the first time in two weeks you didn't wave or say bye enthusiastically like you usually do, he doesn't show it. If he realises that this is the first time in two weeks that he hasn't asked to walk you back to your dorm and you refused the offer like you usually do, he doesn't show it. The walk back to the dorm feels a lot heavier for the first time.

The next day is nothing short of a struggle, your eyes burning due to the incessant crying from the previous night, mind spinning everywhere and body weak. You were ashamed to have let your feelings mess you up so bad. Usually, you'd be extra careful to eat more and rest well during practice and performance times. This is probably the first time that you show up to the dress rehearsal with big bags beneath your eyes and feeling like a mess. It's not your first unrequited heartbreak, just the first time it feels this heavy and lonely.

The rehearsal is sullen- neither you nor Hyunjin makes any effort to talk. The tension in the air gets to the audiences for the day- Minho, Felix and Yeji. They exchange looks and try their best to engage both of you in some kind of conversation- it doesn't work. You put on the outfit and it makes you look decent despite your haggard state. The salt in the wound is how gorgeous Hyunjin looks in his outfit- not surprising, but still annoying considering he walked in looking downright homeless and sleep-deprived. The outfit doesn't hide the state of his face, yet he looks gorgeous. A week earlier both of you had been so excited to see the outfits, you even had hopes of Hyunjin finally seeing what is in front of his eyes. Yeah, stupid embarrassing feelings.

There are two full run-throughs, and the emotions until the last part is so enthralling to the audience. The three watching can see the tension flash as the two of you do your best to avoid each other's eyes and finish the dance. They don't press much, you're thankful for that. Getting out of the outfit, ready to head back to the dorm, you step out of the door only to find Hyunjin standing there- back in his oversized sweatshirt, messy hair and sullen expression. He always looked a lot younger and innocent when he wasn't performing, and you liked that about him- until now.

"Y/N, can I walk you to your dorm?" His voice quivers and he looks like an actual wounded puppy.

"Not needed." You avoid his gaze to evade giving in and walk away before he can retaliate. You always refused his offer knowing it was just another steep step right into disaster- as if the one already caused wasn't enough. You've also seen him pull the same gentlemanly moves with girls and boys across the campus and watch the poor suckers fall for him only to get burnt. Even after trying your best, you got burnt, you didn't need more reason.

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"Y/N, can we just talk once before going on stage please," Hyunjin begs from the driver's seat. He is driving the two of you to the competition and the minute you sit down he says this.

"Let's just go. I have a headache." It wasn't a lie, but it felt bad rejecting him that way. The rest of the drive is silent, save for the faint music coming from the radio- which was annoyingly filled with love songs. After an hour's drive, you both arrive at the location. the entire place is filled with students from multiple universities across the state, all excited and dressed up, except for the two of you. You hate yourself for making this hard for both of you, especially when he did nothing actually wrong.

Stupid feelings.

"Stop fidgeting with your nails." Hyunjin snaps at you. He is sitting next to you in the green room- looking ethereal with makeup and costume on.

"I'm trying." You grunt back. There are ten minutes left for the performance and both of you are getting increasingly agitated.

"I'll help," is all he says before taking your hand in his and caging it there as looks toward the side of the stage. You try to protest but he clutches your hand pretty firmly.

"I won't burn you, stop squirming." His words effectively shut you up. You try to numb the feelings arising from his touch. You almost manage to do it until you realise he is rubbing circles around your palm. You're simultaneously calming down and getting more worked up. But he does manage to distract you till it's go-time. He gives you a small genuine smile and you nod, almost letting the tears fall. His face deflates but he immediately collects himself and goes into performance mode.

The music begins, you look out into the crowd, the nerves turn to excitement, and you feel alive. Hyunjin's solo leaves the crowd in awe. The audience goes wild during the mirroring sequence. But all the sound starts draining out as you move closer to him. You look at him, he looks at you, and your hands intertwine. The both of you move according to the beat- the only thing that exists right now is the music, Hyunjin and you. For the next minute he's yours and you're his. No one needs to know, the world could divide you later but for now, this was your sacred oasis.

A tear rolls down your cheek, and he reaches to brush it off in sync with the beat. His eyes sparkle, and there are a million emotions behind them. You want to hold on, you want to dance with him as long as you can. Both of you are in the tightest embrace you've ever been in, with shallow breaths, wet eyes and a big lump in your throat. The applause makes you break and look at the audience.

Neither of you speaks as you wait backstage for the last performance. You look everywhere but at him, trying to be as discreet as possible while rubbing the tears off your face. Eventually, all contestants are called up on stage. Hyunjin and you stand shoulder to shoulder, his palm brushing against yours but never reaching to hold on. The third and second places have been announced, the room is pulsing with tension and yet all you can think about is the man on your right.

You faintly hear your name, along with Hyunjin's, and it takes two seconds to realize that you've won the competition. What should've been the highest of highs of your life feels anti-climatic. You look up at him, both of you are smiling wide with teary eyes. You bear tears of fear and heartache, while he is probably teary-eyed on achieving this prestigious prize. The two of you collect the prize, congratulate fellow participants, and socialise with the other people there with practised smiles.

After an exhausting hour, the two of you are back in Hyunjin's car, still in outfits and makeup. He drives silently and you close your eyes fearing the tears will fall down otherwise. The car halts a while later as you've reached the campus. Both of you collect your things, take the cup and medal you won to the practice room and change out of the costumes.

Just as you turn to leave the room and head back to the dorms, he stops you with a hand on his wrist. You turn to question him but he doesn't look at you. He's locking the door with one hand as he holds on to you with the other. You roll your eyes.

"Hyunjin let me go."

He turns, now done with the lock, and starts walking forward as he drags you with him.

"Let me go, Hyunjin. I'm serious." He keeps walking, and you follow, until you've reached a room that looks like a storage room. He stops in front of the door and still doesn't let go of your hand. You're too confused to say anything although your head is buzzing with a million questions.

"When someone asks to walk you back, you should let them."

"Huh?" He turns to look at you, eyes dark and serious. He hasn't taken his makeup yet and he looks positively dangerous if not enthralling.

"I said, stop refusing when I ask to walk you back." His words are sharp and his voice is low.

"Why? What does that change?" The sting in your eye returns, you can't bare to look at him so you turn away.

But he holds your chin in his palm, the one that isn't holding your hand, and turns you to face him. "Y/N, I don't understand what I did wrong. Just please tell me, I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Why? Why do you want to make me happy? So that you can break my heart like you break everyone else's?" He looks shocked and the tears are now flowing desperately from your eyes.

"What are you even saying?"

"Hyunjin stop pretending... everyone knows that you just charm people and sleep around. Actually, it's not even your fault. I'm the idiot who knew all this and still let myself fall for you." You can feel your heart disintegrate and sincerely wish he'd let you go so that you can go hide in the comfort of your bed.

"What the fuck Y/N? Just 'cuz people say something doesn't make it true. I don't just go around flirting and sleeping with people." He's angry and you can hear it. You know he has the right to be but can't help your emotions. He is still holding your hand despite his anger, you note.

"Then where do you disappear off to every night? And why do you always show up in dishevelled clothes and messed up hair?" You sound stupid, now that the words are out of your mouth, but then no fool in love ever remains sane.

He sighs and throws his head back in frustration.

"You idiot. That- that's not because I'm fucking someone every night. It's- I go to.."

"To what Hyunjin?" Your patience is running low and he looks nervous.

He sighs. Letting your hand go, he opens the door to the storage room and turns the light on. It is an art studio, filled with paintings upon paintings. You turn to Hyunjin, more confused than before.

"This is my makeshift studio. A gallery owner has signed me on as the artist for their upcoming exhibition. I'm trying to get stuff done for that. It's next week. That's why I am always late to practice and why I look 'dishevelled'." He says quietly, with air quotes and a desperate tone in his voice.

"What?" To say you're surprised would be an understatement. You know he is an art major and that he paints, but all of this is new information. You look around the room once more, there are various kinds of paintings- places, flowers and even people.

"Yeah. I've been trying to show you my work for weeks now, that's why I keep asking to walk you back. I have always wanted to show you my work but didn't get the courage to talk to you personally till the practice." He looks nervous and his mouth forms into a pout. You just let out a laugh as more tears roll down your cheeks at the relief. "Why are you still crying?" He asks slowly as he wipes the tears away and you just laugh.

"So... you're not with someone else?"

He smiles now and shakes his head. "But I want to be..." Your eyes widen and the lump in your throat that was finally starting to dissolve comes back in full force. Seeing your face he starts to laugh.

He faces you, letting go of your hand to hold your face in both of his hands and leaning toward you. Your heart is beating in your chest.

"Dummy, it is you I like. Don't know how or when, but yeah..."

It appears that the act of having someone reciprocate our feelings can be perceived as rather endearing rather than embarrassing.

"Can I kiss you?" He asks slowly, his voice dangerously low.

"How are you so sure I like you back?"

He smirks at you and rolls his tongue in his inner cheek.

"Hmm... let's see how. You just acted like a crazy idiot for a week and told me it is because you thought I was fucking other people." Your face burns up in embarrassment as his smirk turns into a full smile. "Also, you get so extremely flustered every time I come close to you and your face is all red and cute, just like right now."

You close your eyes shut tight at his words, ready to combust.

"I didn't do a good job keeping my crush in control at all huh." You manage to say, slowly opening your eyes to see him smiling brightly.

"Absolutely not." The both of you laugh, he pulls your face closer and you hold onto his waist for balance. The lump of anxiety in your throat has turned into a plethora of butterflies.

"So can I kiss you or do you just want to keep staring at my lips like you do every time we dance."

"Oh shut up, Hyunjin."

He laughs and leans in but pulls back at the last minute. You let out a whine in protest.

"I- I just wanted to confirm, I like you and want to date you. Only you. Is that clear?" You just nod, breaking into a smile so big your jaw hurts.

"Also you might be the muse of my paintings."

"What? How many?"

He looks shy. "One?" You raise your eyebrows. "Okay, five."

"Hyunjin wha-"

You never get to finish the sentence as he takes your mouth in his and you've never loved rude interruptions before. Seems like wouldn't mind anything as long as you get to hold and be held by Hyunjin and dance with him through a thousand storms.

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A Life Through Few Words

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin doesn’t enjoy talking about his girlfriend with the media. And if he does, it’s through very little words. Only he gets to truly know those moments that he cherishes so much.

Warnings: Elvis 2022 spoliers??

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one, so let me know what you guys think! Also, grammarly was being a real bitch today, so I’m sorry if there’s some errors

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Masterlist

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Austin couldn’t remember who it was that told him to always keep his personal life separate from his media persona.

He felt horrible for forgetting their name. But it was so long ago, and he’d been so star struck that a lead of the show they were filming was actually talking to him. The moment itself sort of blurred together. In fact, it wasn’t until years later that the words they exchanged held any meaning for him. At the time, he just didn’t understand why the public would ever care so much about the personal life of an extra.

It hadn’t occurred to him that this person was predicting Austin’s inevitable climb to stardom. Sometimes, that idea still kept him awake at night. With pride in himself, with gratitude in everyone who helped him get there, and with slight embarrassment at not being able to remember that poor guy’s name.

But now he was in a better position to appreciate the advice. It was finally time to promote the movie he’d poured his soul into for the past two years. Elvis was a dream come true, not only because it gave him the chance to express himself in ways he never could before, but because embodying such an icon was a blessing in itself.

It was thrilling and terrifying all at the same time. Nerve-racking, yet rewarding. Euphoric, while haunting.

It was a paradox of feelings.

And he’d expected that. He’s expected the feelings and questions and an overwhelming amount of scrutiny from the world around him. If anything, he was ready for it. Excited, even.

But what he hadn’t expected was the sudden obsession with his love life.

“A little birdie tells me, Austin, that you have a certain special someone in your life.”

“A birdie told you,” he laughed, though his cheeks flushed red. “Is that so?”

Austin looked away for a moment to properly ground himself. He hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t even discussed it with his girlfriend. They met a few months before Covid lock down, right around the time he booked Elvis. It was exciting and new, but then the world shut down, and things got serious real fast.

Despite it all, it was a blessing for them. With the whole world confined to their lonely corners, there were no paparazzi pushing themselves between the couple. They were completely alone; well, as alone as they could be, with Austin practically surrendering himself to the world of Elvis Presely. But Y/n took that in stride, and the two were given the privacy they needed to learn how to love each other.

It was perfect, and Austin knew perfect things don’t last forever. Still, he’d hoped it would for a little while longer.

“Yes,” his interviewer drawled, the desperation for a juicy confession practically oozing from her expression. “A very reliable birdie, in fact. They say you and this mystery woman have fallen quite hard for one another. Is there anything you want to share about her? How does she feel about all of the chaos that’s come with this new film of yours?”

Austin felt the flush begin to crawl itself up his neck, and he reached his arm back to rub at it with discomfort. He was sure to keep a bashful smile on his face when he responded. “No, I, uh, I don’t think there’s anything I want to share about that,” he said. His words were light, his eyes looking at the camera with a sort of Elvis charm that he’d nearly perfected. But his voice was firm enough to prevent any follow up questions. “But thank you for providing the space.”

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Y/n whirled around to look him in the eye. “You actually said that?” she exclaimed.

Austin threw his head back against his pillow and groaned in embarrassment. “Yes! But what was I supposed to say! Why would they even ask me that!”

Y/n, from her place in front of the bathroom mirror, laughed at his mortified expression. “Because your fans wanna know, baby. You know how people get about celebrities.”

“Celebrity,” he marveled at the word. “I’m an actor.”

“Same thing,” Y/n shrugged, sauntering over to her boyfriend in bed.

He laid there like a god, sprawled out on his back with hands interlocked beneath his head. Wearing only a pair of plaid sweatpants that were certainly worse for wear, Y/n wanted nothing more than to curl up next to him, run her hands up and down his torso and marvel at the warmth he radiated.

So that’s exactly what she did. Because he loved her and she loved him, and such an agreement permitted her to express her infatuation with him whenever she wished to do so. Sometimes, she still pinched herself when the thought became too surreal.

She laid herself completely on top of him, until they were chest to chest and nose to nose. And she was right; he was warm. So warm, in fact, that when he wrapped her up in a bear hug with chuckles rumbling deep within his chest, Y/n resisted the urge to tuck her face against his neck and submit to the blanket of comfort he provided. But she stood her ground, only because she preferred the view of this position better.

This way, she was the direct recipient of his beaming smile.

“Hi,” he whispered to her.

She laughed, and Austin moved one hand from her waist to cup the back of her head, scratching softly in a motion that could only be described as tender. With gentle pressure, he urged her head forward until she was just within reach, before leaning up the rest of the way to press a kiss to her smiling lips.

Humming in satisfaction, he pulled away, and almost immediately regretted it. After a long day, full of questions he wasn’t prepared to answer, this was Austin’s most perfect reward.

Between quiet kisses and broken smiles, Y/n whispered against his cheek where she'd pressed her lips a moment earlier. “You could have told them about me…if you wanted.”

“Is that what you want?” he sighed when her lips traveled to the sweet spot on his neck, right under his jaw.

She didn’t answer, opting to continue her assault on his neck and the front of his chest. Austin felt his whole body flush, but was much more welcoming to the feeling this time around. He was obsessed with the way Y/n made him feel, with the way loving her made him feel. His hands were needy against her skin, and his touch varied in degrees, from tenderly cupping her head to squeezing her ass with such a ferocity that it would’ve embarrassed him if he wasn’t enthralled in her wandering lips.

But he’d asked a question. And while nobody who knew Austin would say his stubbornness outweighed his passion, they would most definitely tell you that he always put the needs of those around him before his own wants.

“Y/n,” he rasped as he tapped her back to grab her attention.

“Hm?” she hummed, resting her chin against his chest to look up at him with a blooming smile and sparkling eyes.

Austin almost forgot what he was going to say.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” he asked her after a moment's pause. She gave him a cheeky smile, and he pinched her cheek and laughed. “About the questions, I mean!”

“Honestly, I’m not sure. I don’t want you to feel like you’re lying to anybody, and I don’t want to feel like I’m being…hidden away, I guess.”

Austin ran his hand through her hair absentmindedly as he listened. He was always so good at valuing what she had to say.

“But I also just want to stay in our bubble of privacy, you know? At least for a little while longer. I like pretending that I have you all to myself.”

In a flash, Austin was grabbing her under the arms and dragging her up his chest. Y/n huffed as she slid up his body until they were face to face again. “You do have me all to yourself, silly girl.”

She tsked at him with a teasing expression. “Nuh uh, you’ve got fans now. You know, the roaring crowd and screaming girls and what not. You’ve got to spread your time between us.”

Y/n squealed as her world was suddenly flipped around. Now, Austin was on top in the same position they’d once been, except this time, her whole body felt the pressure of his weight pressed against her. She groaned, but wrapped her arms around him all the same.

“They’ll all have to get in line behind you, Y/n,” he hushed. This time, he was the one pressing kisses to her neck. Y/n was suddenly appreciative of the reversed roles. “My best girl. My only girl.”

“I know,” she reassured him. “I was just kidding.”

“So what’s the plan, sweetheart?”

“Well,” she started, running her hands through his hair. “You can admit to having a girlfriend. There’s no point denying it, and if you did, I don’t think either of us would be happy.”

He nodded to her with a soft look on her face. Y/n couldn't believe how lucky she was.

“But maybe just don’t give too much away, you know? Answer questions, but vaguely.”

“Ah, I see,” he mused. “You want me to be sneaky about it.”

“Exactly,” she affirmed.

“I’ll have to become real creative in my question-dodging skills.”

“You’re an actor, baby. You’ll figure it out.”

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“Did you feel the pressure at any point? You know, with playing such an important icon to so many people?”

Sometimes, Austin felt like a puppet. Everyday, people dressed him up in whatever way they chose, and threw him out in front of a million different cameras. He then spent the next six hours listening to questions he’d already answered, and somebody behind the scenes pulled his strings in just the right way to make him answer them again.

That’s not to say he wasn’t grateful for the opportunity to talk about the things which made his heart soar. It was insane to him that people out there cared at all about what he had to say. But he just wished certain questions were different.

“Yeah,” he agreed for the hundredth time that day. “There’s definitely that feeling of not wanting to disappoint anyone, you know? Not just his fans, but also his friends and family who knew him better than anyone else. This project is just as much for them as it is for the public, maybe even more so. It really had me, uh, waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, you know, unable to sleep ‘cuz my heart was just pounding so much.”

They both chuckled for half a second. “That sounds horrible,” the interviewer sympathized with him.

Austin ran his finger across his lips in a soothing gesture. The shy kid in him always got bashful whenever he made someone laugh. “It was worth it for sure. But at the time, it really felt like I was being haunted.”

“Did your girlfriend help you through that at all?”

Austin was proud of himself for not choking on his spit. How random was that question?

“Sure,” he stuttered for half a second. “Yeah, I had a lot of support around me for moments like that. I wouldn’t have gotten through this film if I didn't have my friends and family.”

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Y/n held her boyfriend close to her chest, tucking his head under her chin to press gentle kisses on his sweat-matted hair. She was also rubbing circles on his heaving chest to calm his raging heart. It felt like stamping bulls against her palm.

“You have to relax,” she whispered against the shell of his ear.

Austin shivered both from her touch and the nerves. “I just want this to be perfect. Too many people need this to be perfect.”

“You can’t think about that, baby,” her nails dragging slowly up and down his arms. He shivered again, and let himself breathe deep and melt into her arms. “That expectation isn’t fair to you or anyone else on set.”

He was laying between her legs, the sheets thrown from both their bodies as anxiety overtook his senses. Most nights weren’t this bad, but tonight was. So bad that sleep barely came, and when it did, ideas of booing crowds and disappointed loved ones filled Austin's brain and made his heart stop.

“Alright,” Y/n suddenly sighed beneath him. Her breath was warm against his cheek as she did. “Listen to me. Are you listening, Aus?”

He squeezed her calf and nodded to let her know that yes, he was listening. He always had a hard time not listening whenever his girlfriend was concerned.

“You can’t go into this wanting to become Elvis Presley, baby. It’s impossible, we both know that.”

The weight of that impossible feat was what pressed on Austin’s chest day in and day out. And despite the perfectly tailored costumes he wore, the suits and shoes were always a bit too big. Like he couldn’t fit the persona, and nothing he did would ever change that.

“But your goal should be to understand him. The good, the bad, and everything in between. The parts people know, and the parts they don’t know they’re missing. It’s only then that you can portray the true Elvis to the rest of the world.”

Austin’s eyes fluttered closed as he listened to her words. They were soft and airy and anchored him to reality in a way nothing else could.

“And Austin,” she laughed in disbelief. “You’ve done that. You’ve done that, and then some. Have you seen our condo? It’s an Elvis memorial in here!”

He huffed a laugh of his own at that. Neither of them had realized how much energy he would put into becoming this person until it was actually time for him to do it. For him, the realization of what he had to do was a relief. For her, his dedication was something to marvel at.

“Tomorrow, you’re going to do your scenes and pour your soul into them, like you always do. And all the preparation you’ve done will take care of the rest.”

Austin tilted his head back to look at her, albeit from an awkward angle. An overwhelming amount of gratitude came over him at that moment.

“I love you,” he smiled up at her.

Y/n met his confession with a willing kiss.

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“And those looks, man. They must have just been insane to see yourself in!”

A genuine laugh slipped from Austin’s lips. “For sure, for sure. And they’re so beautifully made! It really helps with the whole process, though. You know, once I was in them, it stopped feeling so much like I was playing pretend and more like I really was this person.”

“Did you ever just look in the mirror and think ‘Who the hell is that guy?’”

Now, Austin isn’t an impulsive man. He’s always held the impression that words are powerful things, and should be treated as such. So when the time came for him to answer this question, he really contemplated what to say. He picked something out, rolled it around in his head for a moment, and decided to peel back the curtains he’d pulled on his personal life thus far.

Only because he wanted to, and for no reason other than that.

“Sort of,” he nodded with a coy smile. “Though, to be honest, I loved getting to wear all the costumes. Especially the jumpsuits, you know, because those were just so incredibly detailed. It was a real pleasure. But my girlfriend definitely had a lot of opinions about it.”

An echo of laughs filled the room, coming from even those behind the camera.

“Oh?” the interviewer inquired. “She didn’t like Austin Butler Elvis?”

Austin wouldn’t notice, but everyone who watched the interview could easily tell how bright his eyes shined when talking about Y/n. “You know what, I think she did. She loved the outfits and all the get-up, but she just didn’t like it on me too much.”

“Well, I would say she’s the only girl in the world to hold that sentiment.”

A boyish grin broke out on his face, and he tucked his chin to his chest to hide the blush. “Thanks man, I appreciate that. No, I don’t know, I think she just didn’t like how different I looked. I spent a lot of time in that chair, and by the end of it, Elvis was there. Austin was sort of just in the background.”

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When Y/n heard the trailer door open, she was expecting to see her handsome boyfriend walk through it.

Not…whoever the hell that was.

Within seconds, she was laughing so hard that tears slipped from the corners of her eyes. She could barely look up at him, now, with her doubled-over position on their couch.

“Is it really that bad?” Austin jested, adjusting his belt with feigned insecurity.

His red satin shirt flared at the sleeves in true 70’s fashion and was unbuttoned half way down the chest. Though Y/n appreciated the view, it didn’t end there. Instead, the shirt tucked into the craziest striped pants she’d ever seen, held up by an iconic jewel-encrusted belt with chains hanging all around his waist. And to top it all off, square sunglasses that could only belong to the truest of stars were firmly poised on his smiling face.

They were filming parts of the Vegas rehearsal today. Y/n knew that. She wasn’t quite sure what she expected him to be wearing, but it certainly wasn’t this.

“It’s…” she struggled to get her laughing under control. “Definitely something.”

“Hm,” he huffed, moving closer to stand directly in front of her.

His steps caused the chains around him to jingle as he moved, which hit Y/n with another round of aggressive giggles.

“I can’t-” she wheezed, and Austin immediately began shaking his hips to mimic that of an Elvis dance move, giving her a true and honest show. The only sound that filled his trailer for nearly a minute was his jingling belt and Y/n’s infectious laughter. He only stopped when her face bloomed red enough that he feared she would pass out from lack of oxygen.

“Come ‘ere, lil mama,” he beckoned, leaning down to cup her flushed face and press a firm kiss on her lips.

Y/n always marveled at how quick Austin was to slip back into the persona he knew so well. Sure, when they were at home, he often switched between his own voice and the Elvis accent, just to make sure it always felt authentic when he used it. But when he was there, on set, it was different.

Austin didn’t exist anymore. Not really, at least. With the clothes and makeup and hair came the swagger. The confidence, the movement, the mannerisms. It was such a smooth transition for him to make, but for Y/n, it was sometimes hard to differentiate.

“Okay,” she patted his bare chest. “Go be Elvis, ‘cuz I want Austin back by the end of the night.”

“Not a fan of dating Elvis Presley, hm?”

She kissed both of his cheeks before urging him towards the door. “Don’t get me wrong, Elvis is hot. But I like my baby more.”

When she pulled on one of his chains on the way out, the laugh that boomed from his chest was 100% Austin Butler.

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“Was learning how to sing like Elvis more difficult than learning how to talk like him, or did all of that stem from learning the accent? ‘Cuz I have to say, you sound incredible in the film.”

“Thank you,” he spoke genuinely. Any praise for his work in this movie was more appreciated than he could possibly convey. “That’s incredibly kind of you. The singing was something I had to focus a bit more energy on, because it was something I’d never done before. I don’t really sing in public, let alone with a voice like Elvis’s.”

“It’s so insane to me that you’ve never sung for a crowd before,” she continued to applaud him. “I never would’ve guessed you weren’t a singer. Did you have a lot of help to get you ready for filming?”

He was nodding before she even finished her question. “Most definitely. I had a base to start with, of course, and Baz heard that in the recordings I sent him. But then I had plenty of voice coaches, both for speaking and singing, who really helped me develop the sound in a much healthier manner. For my vocal chords, that is.”

Austin paused and thought over his next words carefully before speaking them.

“And then during covid,” he continued. “I couldn't really get in touch with any of those people. But it was so important to me that I didn’t lose the momentum I had going, you know? So in those six months…it was actually my girlfriend who sort of pulled through. The two of us would spend hours just listening to clips of him perform and finding the best ways for me to replicate that sound. It really boiled down to the intricate details, and I couldn’t have been so meticulous without her help.”

“That sounds like some awesome teamwork.”

“Yeah,” he sighed. He loved turning the light to Y/n, even if she wasn’t there to receive it. “She’s really amazing.”

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Y/n would never admit it, but “Love Me Tender,” was one of her most favorite songs for Austin to sing. It meant so much to her, and memories of standing on her father’s toes and twirling around their kitchen always flooded her mind whenever she heard it. It reminded her of joy, of bliss, and of love.

All things that Austin made her feel.

So sitting on the couch, across from her beautiful boyfriend as he serenaded her for the hundredth time that night was just about a dream come true. It was sort of an added bonus that she got to help him in the process of perfecting it.

She held her hand out, motioning for him to stop. Austin was mid-note, but stopped at once to hear what she had to say. Her focus was slightly askew, eyes diverted to better hear the sound of the King’s voice flowing through one ear bud.

“Try that line again, baby, but with a little more vibrato on the last note.”

He nodded, took a breath, and tried again. He could see it in her eyes as he sang, see how she measured his own voice against the one playing on her phone. When he was done, she tilted her head back and forth for a moment, almost as if weighing the two sounds on a scale.

“So close, one more time. This time, let your voice drawl. It’s like a breathless sound, you know? Like he’s so blown away by love and what not.”

Austin laughed at her then, but she waved away his distraction. “Go go go, do it or you’re gonna lose it!”

When he thought of a breathless love, he thought of her. It was easier to sing that way. At the end of the note, he was shocked when Y/n jumped from her criss-crossed position on the couch to dance around their living room floor.

“Yes!” she jumped, sliding around in nothing but his over sized t-shirt and fuzzy socks. It was the most radiating sight he’d ever seen. “That’s it, that’s it! You gotta do it just like that every time, baby.”

“I don’t even know if we’ll be singing this song yet,” he tried to explain to her over excited expression.

“Doesn’t matter! It’s the style, not the song that matters. That sounded perfect!”

The look on Austin’s face suddenly shifted. His smile softened, his eyes glazed over. Y/n wasn’t sure what happened, but the air in the room turned static. Like a magnet placed between them, her heart was pulled to his.

“What?” she asked breathlessly.

“You’re just…” his words died on the tip of his tongue.

“What?” she pushed again.

“Cute.”

A laugh bubbled from her lips before she could help it. “Cute? That’s what’s got you looking like that?”

He reached out and made grabby hands towards her, like a child reaching for his favorite toy. She listened to both his gesture and her will. Within seconds, she settled herself on his lap, and the cool touch of his rings where he cupped her neck was enough to drive her wild.

“I mean, I could use other words,” he hummed. “Like beautiful. Or radiant. Heavenly in every way, from looks to ways to words.”

The urge to press kisses anywhere his lips could reach was almost too much to ignore. But he preferred looking in her eyes when professing his love.

“But,” he snaked his hands up her neck to her cheeks, where he squeezed until her lips were smushed together. “Cute is the best way to put it.”

Y/n threw herself against his chest with arms firmly around his neck, if only to hide from his praising words. He laughed and rubbed his arms up and down her back.

“Thank you for always being there to help me,” he mumbled against her head.

As if she would do anything else. “I always will be.”

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“Not to point out the elephant in the room, Austin, but it looks like you’ve brought a special someone with you tonight!”

Austin knew what he meant with that question. Of course he did. But he was too high on excitement to care. When in Cannes with the people he loves, ready to see the movie (and share the movie) that he was incredibly proud of, nothing would knock him down from cloud nine.

“I’ve got a lot of special people with me tonight,” he agreed with a bit of mischief in his eyes. “My dads around here somewhere. First time out of the country for him, in fact, so that’s really exciting.”

The interviewer didn’t bother asking the question again. They both knew what he wanted.

Austin would budge. But only a little. “And of course, my beautiful girlfriend is here.”

“A first time outing for the most secretive couple in Hollywood! At least now we understand why you’ve been keeping her all to yourself for so long! Isn’t she stunning, ladies and gentlemen?”

It was funny how quickly pride and jealousy could swarm in someone's chest. An extremely odd paradox, the feeling was.

“You wanna help us put a name to the face, Mr. Presley?” the man joked, though Austin knew he was seriously asking.

But luckily for him, he’d recently learned a thing or two about drawing a line when it was needed.

“No, uh,” he shut the idea down with an easy going smile. “I think I want to keep her to myself for a little while longer.”

The two men laughed, which allowed the conversation to move back towards what they were all really there for.

Austin and Y/n had talked about this before the big event. Her being there didn’t change what they’d already agreed upon. She wasn’t in the limelight by nature of her job, and Austin would do anything to keep her that way for as long as possible. Despite this, the media wouldn’t stop her from being there for the person she loved.

He still couldn’t believe that was him.

Of course, they knew everyone would know her full name before the night was over whether he told them or not. But they couldn’t help that, and wouldn’t waste any time worrying about it.

He flew through the interviews with a newfound ease. This was the moment he’d been waiting for his whole life. With the hard work done, and praise for the film from all the people who mattered, all he could feel was joy. Joy and gratitude for his love who was waiting just around the corner.

Y/n was always behind him. Following him to every camera, every photo op. There was never anything but a smile on her face whenever he turned back to check on her. With thumbs up, encouraging him forward, he thought he’d never have the strength to do another press junction without her now that he knew what it was like to have her there.

It was the final line of carpet before they walked inside that Austin finally got to invite her forward. He held his hand out, motioning for her to fill the empty space on his arm, and she gave him a look suddenly full of fear. His face immediately softened to an expression only she could read. It told her it’s okay, you don’t have to, and she knew he meant it. But after a moment's hesitation, she was hiking her dress up to skip forward and meet him halfway.

“Hey pretty girl,” he cooed, pulling her close by the hip. Those watching screamed at the interaction, and Y/n turned her head to duck from the flashing cameras.

“I think I’m going blind,” she giggled when he bent down to hear her better. He placed a kiss on the shell of her ear.

“A few more minutes and we’ll be inside. Then, the real magic begins.”

“I seriously can’t wait! It’s gonna be so good, I just know it.”

So they stood there and let random strangers take their picture. It was peculiar to Y/n, and she felt the constant bubbling of laughter in her chest throughout the whole ordeal. She was also acutely aware of how stupid she must look standing next to this man. Here he was, smoldering the camera with the poise of an expert. Meanwhile, she was smiling so hard the whole time, teeth and all, with squinted eyes and rosy cheeks.

When Austin turned to look at her, and noticed her unfiltered joy, he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss those cheeks with admiration.

God, she was beautiful.

And he didn’t mind sharing that beauty with the world. They could take her picture, wonder about her name, and pull at the threads of words he spoke about her on occasion. He’d let them do it.

Because at the end of the day, nobody but him got to see the life they lived behind closed doors. That was the beauty of it, and he’d never been more appreciative of the advice someone gave him all those years ago.

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Tim & Kon’s official meeting | To brace upon benign feathers

Tim huffs, fastening the silver tie around his neck before looking at the box of jewelry he'd salvaged from Drake Manor all those months ago. When he'd seen Tim looking longingly at the manor, Bruce had bought the building to protect it from being demolished. Tim had thought about retreating to the Drake Manor numerous times since Bruce had bought it, but he could never shove past the grief that would swell in his throat.

He combed through his wings again, ensuring no feather was out of place, before clipping on his earrings. Behind him, he could see Duke fidgeting with his cuffs as Damian snapped at him not to ruin the makeup.

"Even Timothy's doing better than you," Damian said in a scathing tone, and Tim forced his shoulders to stay down and his feathers to remain lax.

"I just don't understand why I have to attend too!" Duke protested, pouting as Damian continued to fuss over him. "Ducky's the one the press is after!"

"You're the new "Wayne Stray," Duke," Tim comments, finally satisfied with his appearance, "and the press will always froth at the mouth when it comes to Bruce."

Duke sighed, "What about you?"

"I'm there to take attention off your back," Tim said, draping the gala persona over his features, "you'll only be a footnote, so don't worry. Damian should know how to behave by now, so stick with him, and you'll be fine."

The eldest Wayne son scoffed, "What we need to worry about is your own potential sullying of my Father's name."

Tim took a deep breath as anger pulsed red-hot just under his throat. Snapping at Damian would do him no good, especially when his makeup and jewelry have been perfected.

"I have been in this longer than you have, Damian," Tim sneered, allowing the icy sharpness of Janet Drake's demeanor to drip into his expression, "I was born into the song and dance. If anyone's going to sully the Wayne name, it would be you."

Tim swept out of the room with a straight back and even straighter expression. As expected, the moment he stepped out, he was accosted by a high-standing socialite.

Johnathan Levi Froyd- a man of new money originally from Massachusetts. He won't last long in Gotham. The man has already irritated Black Mask by attempting to buy out one of the man's dummy companies. Tim wouldn't be surprised if Froyd drops dead in the next week or so.

"Well, isn't it Timothy Drake!" the herring gull crowed, and Tim couldn't help it as he internally withered away. Oh, what he wouldn't give for a nice cup of coffee with Wendy the Werewolf Stalker playing in the background as he perused through a few cases...

"Why, welcome!" Tim returned in the same volume and tone, "It's so good to see you here, Mister Froyd!"

"Why, it's marvelous to see you too, Mister Drake!" the man laughed, his voice grating against Tim's ears, "I'm glad to see you in such wonderful health! But enough of these niceties, call me John! If you're anything like that father of yours, I have no doubt we'll be business partners in the future."

Jack Drake was only ever the shadow puppet, the face of Drake Industries. Janet was always the true mastermind behind the company's operations, and those who couldn't see that were always unfit to be the Drakes' business partners.

Tim twisted himself out of the man's reach as he tried to brush a hand through Tim's feathers, "I'm sorry, Mister Froyd, but you must excuse me. My wings are sacred. You know how it is!"

The herring gull laughed, and Tim viciously shoved away the urge to wrap his hand around the man's throat and strangle him, "Of course! You're saving yourself for that special someone, eh? Say, have you met my daughter yet?"

"I'm sorry to say I haven't," Tim could feel his soul wither away and bleed out from his ears, "but I'd love to meet her."

Thankfully, Tim was swept away before he got the chance to rip the man's throat out.

The night continued with high-standing elites crowding the newly orphaned Drake's attention. They saw him as easy prey, someone they could leech the Drake's company from. They saw Tim as lesser, as a hopeless child with no way of stumbling through the intricacies of high Gotham alone.

Little do they know, Tim was bred for this.

The falcon returned every subtle jab with his own. A question against his parents with a veiled accusation. His words were gilded daggers formed from frost and venom, and Tim was trained by his mother, the deadliest businesswoman you would ever see.

Eventually, he found himself at Bruce's side, the harpy eagle firmly entranced within his Brucie persona.

Duke was on Bruce's left, with Damian guarding Duke as well. The dove's darker skin tone left him open to the less-than-subtle jabs sharpened to a point.

A reporter walked up with a pair of similar-looking teens trailing behind him. The man was bulky, someone you wouldn't expect to be a reporter, and he had a distinct lack of wings. The man had claimed that it was from a childhood disease that left his wings brittle and weak, and the limbs had to be removed, or else it would've been fatal. Tim knew better.

Clark Kent, reporter of the Daily Planet.

Superman.

That meant the two teens behind him were Jonathan, a western kingbird, and Conner Kent, a purple martin. Superboy and Supernova, respectively. Jonathan was Clark's biological son he had with Lois Lane, the senior reporter at the Daily Planet and one of Bruce Wayne's many close friends. Conner, Supernova, was a clone made from Superman and Lex Luthor's DNA, rescued from Cadmus Labs by Reaper, Superboy, and their team, The Titans.

"Good evening, Mister Wayne," Clark greeted with an open smile.

"Hello, Clark!" Bruce crowed loud enough that he could be heard over the sounds of the gala, "Who are these young chicks you've brought with you?"

Tim noticed the look Damian and Jon exchanged. Conner was eyeing Tim warily. The purple martin stood out like a sore thumb with his wild hair, piercings, and unpreened feathers. He may have donned a suit and tie, but Conner Kent still looked out of place.

"These are my sons," Clark smiled, "Jonathan and Conner. They were interested in my work, so they tagged along."

"Oh, how wonderful! I've managed to snag a few new chicks myself!" Bruce exclaimed proudly, and Tim had to resist the urge to bristle as Bruce tugged him into his side. "Look! Here's a chick I picked up! Oh, isn't he so precious?"

Tim sighed internally and drew smaller, becoming the antithesis of a sad, feeble, orphaned fledgling, "Hello, Mister Kent! My name is Timothy, but please call me Tim! I'm pleased to meet you!"

The reporter blinked but returned the smile, "I'm happy to meet you, too. How have you been settling in, Tim?"

"Living with Bruce has been an experience. After my parents passed, he took me under his wing and provided me with space to grieve and room to grow. Without his guidance, I would've fallen into the foster system."

Clark's expression turned sympathetic, "I'm sorry for your loss, Tim. What about your other newest? Duke?"

Tim slipped out of Bruce's hold, ignoring how the eagle continued to chatter before heading toward a balcony. He painstakingly hoisted himself up to the roof, careful not to ruin his clothes or wings, before settling down and leaning back.

The singles were rough under his palms, but the chilly night sky helped to chase away the headache that plagued his head. The smell of different perfumes and colognes had twisted together to form a disgusting mass of writhing scents that made Tim's temples throb.

A few stars were visible from where he perched. Sirius, for example, shone bright through the gloom. If he were to fly past the clouds, Tim doesn't doubt he'd be able to spot Polaris or maybe Jupiter's vague light through the dark skies.

He twitched as he heard wingbeats flap through the air, and Tim looked up to see Conner Kent land next to him. Tim was about to drape on his gala persona when Conner slumped beside him.

"Stop doing that," Conner scoffed, "it's just us out here."

He hesitated before relaxing against the shingles, "I guess."

"It's kinda cold out here, isn't it?" Conner said, trying to make small talk.

Tim shrugged, letting his eyes slip close as the music from the gala wafted through the windows, "Not really... What are you doing out here?"

"What, didn't want to be in a commoner's presence?" Conner sneered, "Fine, then I'll get out of your hair-"

Tim snapped his open and grabbed the krypotian's wrists, "No- just- just stay."

He held eye contact for a little longer than socially acceptable before quickly dropping his hand and resuming his earlier position, albeit a little tenser. Conner sighed before sitting next to him, their wings brushing against each other.

After a beat of silence, Conner began to speak, "I came out because I got tired of all the rich people whispering about Clark. What about you?"

"...I got overwhelmed," Tim admitted softly, keeping his eyes fixed on the moon.

"How so?" Conner pressed. Tim would've snapped and stormed off by now, but the calm air enticed him to stay. Yeah, that was why.

"It's too many smells," the falcon elaborated, "and it was too loud. People keep touching me, and... I can't stand how Damian keeps looking at me. It feels like he's just waiting for me to mess up."

"He looks like he was worried about you," Conner said, and Tim scoffed, feathers fluffing in frustration.

"You don't know him like I do."

"Maybe," Conner trailed off, "Hey."

"Yeah?" Tim opened his eyes to peer at him.

Conner smiled mischievously, "How do you feel about a quick flight?"

Tim blinked before a genuine smile claimed his lips, "Like... a race?"

Conner's lips quirked into a bright grin, "Yup! From here to that tree and then back to the roof. Loser... takes the winner out for lunch!"

His eyes glimmered with glee, and Tim popped to his feet, "Using just our wings, right?"

The purple martin nodded, "On three. One... Two... Three!"

With that, the two shot into the air. While Conner made a beeline for the tree, Tim beat his wings and shot straight into the sky.

"That's not the tree!" Tim heard Conner shout, but the falcon only grinned before pulling in his wings and diving.

The wind whistled around him as he sliced through the air like a racing bullet, the leaves shaking around him as Tim smacked his hand against the bark. Despite the contact, the falcon maintained his momentum.

Tim laughed as he heard Conner shout in surprise behind him. The falcon tilted his wings and shot back into the sky. The air sang around him as he dove again, the wind whipping past his ears as he pulled up at the last moment to avoid breaking his ankles against the shingles. His legs and palms protested as he slammed against the roof. Exhilarated laughter bubbled from his throat as his wings flapped wildly. Andrenaline pumped pleasantly through his veins, and Tim couldn't help as he flapped his hands in tandem.

"HAHA!" Tim laughed, spinning around to point his finger at Conner, who'd just landed beside him, the purple martin's wings drooping with exhaustion, "You owe me lunch!"

Tim continued to laugh breathlessly, his wings pumping as he launched back into the air, energy coursing through his veins like sparks of starlight.

It felt as if he was free. Tim was free, he was free, free, free-

"TIMOTHY!"

The glee that pulsed through his chest vanished like mist under the sun, replaced by a flood of despair and irritation. He swooped down and landed beside Conner, far more graceful than he had moments prior.

Damian erupted through the balcony door, followed by Bruce and Duke, with Jonathan bringing up the end.

Tim stiffened at Damian's cold expression. Bruce looked tired, and Duke worried.

The falcon stepped back, his feathers raised as a defensive anger inundated him. Damian tried to take another step forward, but Duke stopped him with an outstretched wing.

"Kon!" Jonathan shouted, rushing over to examine his younger brother.

Duke walked forward, too, but he was far less aggressive than Damian.

Tim fluttered his wings anxiously and blinked as Conner shifted slightly to place himself between Tim and the Waynes.

The dove's eyes softened at the action, "It's okay, we're not mad."

"You're not going to do anything to him, are you?" Conner insisted, "Because it was my idea. He was sitting there when I challenged him to a race and-"

"It's okay," Duke soothed with raised hands, his wings lowered to seem nonthreatening, "Tim's not in trouble. Everyone was worried when Tim disappeared, so we had Jonathan help us look for him. But when he realized you had also gone missing, he insisted on joining us on the search."

Conner looked back and locked eyes with Tim. Whatever he saw made him relax, "Fine. Hey, Tim, what's your phone number?"

He blinked before snapping out of his momentary stupor to stare blankly at the clone. "My... My phone number?"

Jon narrowed his eyes and watched Conner with an expression Tim couldn't distinguish. Duke grinned and nudged his shoulder against Tim's, "Well, what are you waiting for?"

Tim blinked again, watching Damian and Bruce from the corner of his eye before taking and entering his number into Conner's phone.

"Great!" Conner grinned, "It was nice meeting you!"

With a shy smile, Tim muttered an agreement as he watched Conner follow Jon off to where Clark was waiting.

Once the Kryptonians were out of sight, Damian snarled, "Get in the cave. Now."

He bristled, "You can't tell me what to do!"

Damian glowered, looming over him with lambent eyes, "I said, get. In. The. Cave."

"Damian," Bruce admonished with an edge to his voice, "that's enough."

"What were you doing with that clone?" Damian snapped as they followed Tim into the manor.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Tim huffed, anger screaming under his skin.

"I won't be repeating myself," Damian growled, and Tim whipped around with spread wings. The two snarled at each other, the tension thick enough to be cut.

Luckily for Alfred's vases, Duke stepped in with a low croon, "Guys, relax. Tim, Damian's just worried."

"There's nothing to worry about!" Tim shouted, fists clenching at his sides, "Conner and I raced. That's it."

"Then why are you so- so- unseemly!"

Tim scoffed, "I don't even know why I try."

"Tim-" Duke tried, but Tim jerked himself away.

"Leave me alone. I'm tired."

Tim ignored how the dove faltered and pulled his wings tighter against his back. Behind him, he could hear Damian hissing angrily at Bruce.

Duke grabbed his shoulder, and Tim snapped out a wing to knock him away, a snarl drawn across his lips, "I said, LEAVE. ME. ALONE!"

Without another word, Tim stormed away, ducked into his room, and slammed the door. The flacon flinched as the walls surrounding the door rattled, and his feathers bristled in alarm. In the distance, if Tim listened carefully, he'd hear Damian's enraged screams.

"He cares about you," Duke says.

A bitter, curling emotion writhed in his chest, sinking its wicked claws into the base of Tim’s throat.

Damian? Cares about Tim? Yeah right. Compared to the notion of Damian expressing any sort of positive emotion toward Tim of all people, hell freezing solid would be the likelier outcome.

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There's no place like home

Tags/warnings: None, just a bit of swearing then and there. Modern Au, can be taken platonic or on the start of a crush with either (or both) of them. Reader was kept gn as best as possible. No beta read.

Note: This is just a little something I thought about a few days ago, and the idea didn't seem to leave me alone, so I tried writing it (although I have a feeling that I forgot some stuff I wanted to add). Either way, I hope you enjoy ^^

Life could be funny at times.

If someone had told you a year or so ago that you would be not only out of home, but also out of the crappy apartment you had started to live in after jumping into the “I’m an independent adult” wagon, you would’ve certainly laughed at them.

Yet, after quite the lucky meeting with a rather sweet landlady, you managed to land a new place, way better than the claustrophobic place you couldn’t even dare to call home.

Still, as much as it had felt like the opportunity fell from the sky, you would be lying if you said that all had been nice and smooth upon arriving there.

Meeting and bonding with the two men living there, aka your new roommates, had been… quite the task.

Kujo Jotaro and Kakyoin Noriaki.

Both were weird in their own way.

Yes, maybe some people would call you mean just by saying that, mostly since what meets the eye is nothing like what really lies under the surface of both guys.

The redhead, Noriaki (as you both were well acquainted enough for him to allow you to call him by his first name), was an absolute gentleman ever since you moved there. Kind, well-mannered, and always seemed to be around when there was something you couldn’t figure out.

However, after time passed, you discovered that awkward, nerdy side of him. The true nature of his persona that would make him stay up all night watching some show he got hooked on or playing a video game for hours, that and also that sassy, sarcastic side that would appear when he was feeling playful and, therefore, comfortable.

And Jotaro… he was still a work in progress.

But he seemed to like you and be more vocal around you than when you first moved there, so that’s a win!

He had been one of the most intimidating persons you had met, his towering figure and glare never failing to make you freeze like a deer in headlights the first couple of months.

Noriaki had reassured you multiple times that his friend was like that with everyone, that you didn’t need to take his attitude personal… but the guy was still scary.

And even though he was still intimidating at times, he had eventually warmed up to your presence.

Hell, you almost jumped like a little kid the day he finally started a conversation with you himself.

Now, quite a long time after moving there, your mind had absolutely forgotten about the time when you lived on your own, only having space for the sweet memories with your roommates - now friends.

•••

“Can I go with you?”

It had been rather a boring day.

While you were grateful for the day off, since you knew that it was a pretty busy day at the café you worked at, you had managed to take care of any left business you had pending, leaving you with nothing to do in the afternoon.

So, as the redhead reminded you that it was his time to buy groceries, you didn’t think twice before asking to join him.

“Are you sure?” He questioned you, slightly confused at your request, “I thought you wanted to rest today”

“I did, yes. But resting got boring pretty quickly”

He chuckled at your words, quickly motioning to the door as he grabbed both his and your jacket.

∼∼∼

As weird as sometimes it was for Noriaki to plan every single detail for the things he did, having found the exact day and hour that the store was less crowded was a blessing when it came to grocery shopping.

As you both walked through the aisles, scanning the items and picking up whatever was needed, your mind couldn’t help but to wonder, getting lost in memories from when the three of you decided to buy things for everyone rather than having to find a time to do it for yourself.

It was still a bit embarrassing to think about it. But after both men had seen you absolutely stressed after a pretty busy week, having had zero time to buy groceries for yourself, the deal of taking turns to buy everything was pretty welcome.

…Thought you had been pretty upset when you found out that they had the habit of taking a couple of bucks off your bill, knowing that the pay and tips at the café weren’t exactly the best.

Chuckling to yourself, your body automatically stopped as your eyes landed on some bright cups in one of the shelves.

“Huh, it’s been a while since I last saw these” you spoke out loud, grabbing the item from its place.

Hearing your voice, Noriaki’s gaze went up from the list on his phone, moving to you, then to the cup in your hand.

Instant Ramen Noodles.

“Have you tried them before?” he joined your side, tilting his head at you.

“Yeah, kind of…”

“Kind of?”

Keeping your gaze on the cup, you didn’t notice the bittersweet smile that formed in your lips.

“One time, when I was still living in my old apartment… It was either paying rent or a full meal, but this seemed nice enough for dinner” carefully, you placed the cup back on the shelf “It was good, though I have to say I expected something more”

A slight frown appeared on his face as he thought for a moment, clearly thinking about his next words.

“...How did you prepare it?”

“Huh?” You blinked a few times in disbelief, being taken aback at his question. “The way the cup says… why?”

He looked at you, clearly holding back from laughing, as a muffled chuckle escaped from his mouth.

“What?”

“Nothing!” he shook his head, a smile still present on his face, “That’s a way to do it, but it’s better if you add more things to it”

“Oh…”

A message notification snapped you both from your thoughts, making you realize just how stupid you probably looked staring at a shelf full of instant noodles.

You didn’t need to look at it to know it was Jotaro, probably asking just where the fuck you two were.

You were just about to walk away and resume your shopping, but noticed as your companion stayed in place.

“Noriaki?”

He stood in place for a few seconds, before grabbing a pair of cups and turning to you as he smiled.

“What about trying them again, but this time better served?”

“It doesn’t sound like a bad idea…” You smiled back at him, walking back to where he was, “But why, though?”

He shrugged, a bit embarrassed, handing you one of the cups.

“I think it would be a nice contrast since, you know… you’re no longer living like that”

Oh…

If you knew he was going to get sentimental out of the sudden in the middle of the grocery store at 6pm, you probably would have thought twice before asking to join him.

But damn, you couldn’t help but to grab the cup from his hand as your eyes felt like watering because he was right.

“That’s… a lovely idea” you smiled up at him, just to then raise a brow, “what about Jotaro?”

He smirked, instantly grabbing another cup.

“I’m sure he won’t mind, he likes them too anyway”

∼∼∼

The rest of the shopping and the drive home had gone smoothly, and you both were back at your shared apartment sooner than expected.

After a quick “about damn time” from Jotaro, and putting everything in place, the three of you went on with your usual routine for dinner, although this time you mostly watched as Noriaki prepared your food, Jotaro helping a few times when he found it necessary.

Once food was done and a really pleasant smell filled the kitchen, the three of you sat down to eat.

You didn’t know if it was Noriaki’s cooking talent or how different the situation was this time… but this time, the food tasted so, so much better that you couldn’t help but to smile with every bite, more as you paid attention to your friends as they chatted about whatever random topics they could think of.

Life could be funny at times, yes.

But you rather it be like that, more if it brought you surprises like these.

#kakyoin noriaki #kujo jotaro #noriaki kakyoin #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #kakyoin x reader #jojo x reader #modern au #my writing #This was put on my queue but Tumblr nuked it for some reason

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thetriggeredhappy · 4 months

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so i know i don’t exactly talk about my personal life very much online except for occasional general details, and that’s for a reason—im a big fan of the privacy inherent to an internet persona. that’s one reason i don’t use any social media except tumblr. but some good stuff is starting to happen to me offline, so i wanted to give an overview!

i’ve been avoiding telling people about this, mostly because i was convinced that with my recent string of bad luck, i would jinx everything in the third act.

basically, i had a falling out with my family years ago and have been supporting myself ever since, financially unstable and, frankly, getting worse every year. but a few months ago, after i moved and was looking for a new job, i got a wild offer—basically, this guy who owned a local restaurant saw that i’d essentially been a head chef at my previous job for years, and he would pay for me to go get some credentials at a culinary school over a thousand miles away, and in return, i would work at the restaurant as a lead chef for a reasonable living wage with a consistent schedule and a lot of creative freedom. the catch was that i had to be able to afford my way on certain things—paying my rent and bills back home, paying for food and transportation once i was at the school, that sort of stuff. so i cracked down, got a different job in the meantime, and started saving money.

my job cut hours a bit, so i started looking for a second one. my job cut hours entirely, so i started looking for any work at all. i ran out of savings. i sold any of my things that i could. i went to any job interview i got, even ones that told me they’d already filled the position but would ‘hear me out’. when choosing between selling my mode of transport and getting a loan, i got a loan.

essentially, i made it here by the skin of my teeth! hopefully, once my time is up out here i’ll start working right away. and once i’m out of that rocky point in the middle, everything will be great! not having to work all hours of the day seven days a week will hopefully mean that i’ll finally have the free time to more seriously pursue my creative interests. that would mean, for example, an average of more than one chapter every few months, and therefore, the end of Taking Shots within our lifetimes.

that’s the gist of it! i’m still going to be offering commissions while i’m out here, since the budget is honestly way tighter than i’m comfortable with. and my kofi is over here, if you just wanna give a funky little gift.

thank you to everyone who drops by to vibe with me about the stuff i make, it really helps lift me up when i’m feeling down. happy new year!

#shut up me #the fiendship tag #im learning that my social anxiety didn’t go away i just didn’t leave home enough

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Please Don't Take Off My Mask, My Place to Hide

Detective! Leon Kennedy X Phantom Thief! Fem! Reader

Leon has been chasing down the Phantom Thief and thinks tonight will be the night he catches her

A/N: So this was heavily inspired by an AI chat and I seriously recommend you use it 'cause it to this day is one of my favorites. The scenario is enjoyable no matter what way you play it and I love it so much. I know they have a tumblr cause that's how I found it but it was a few months ago and I haven't been able to find it so here's the link (also if the person who made that AI ever wants me to delete this I would totally understand and respect that, just wanted to be clear this was not solely my idea.)

https://c.ai/c/f5p2zaaInkgzKI1DjoW2PbTVX2JkkKdpAqkozoowAv4

(The title is from "Beneath the Mask" by Lyn from Persona 5)

“Stop right there!” Leon shouts as he spots the figure on the upper floor of the museum. A feminine figure looking down at him, and her lips curl up into a smirk. His blue eyes narrow as he tries to get a clearer view of the thief.

“Detective Kennedy, you’re here early.” A feminine flirty voice replies.

“I’ve caught you this time, give it up.” He says with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Aww, you really believe that." She replies with a soft laugh. Leon could only describe her as a cat as her eyes peered down at him beyond a black mask that covered the upper part of her face.

“You will return the item, now.” He demands his features set in a scowl. In his year of chasing after the phantom thief, this was the closest he had ever gotten to her.

“No can do my darling detective.” The thief answers, her tone the same mix of flirty and mysterious. Leon feels his cheeks get red as she calls him 'her darling detective.'

"E-enough," he snaps at her.

"Try to sound a little more confident next time, okay?" She replies with a smirk. "Such a shy cutie." She adds winking at him, causing his blush to get even brighter.

"Look! I'm taking you in!" He shouts at her, completely upset with the thief's flirting. "Give back the artifact!"

"No can do, I can give you my number through." She suggests with a smug smile before taking off further into the museum.

"Stop!" Leon chases after her, following the sound of her pounding footsteps. "Damn it!" He curses as he is just behind her. He follows her up to the roof, but when he slams the door open. She's gone, there's nothing there but a calling card. It simply says, see you soon cutie~

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You let out a sigh of relief as you watch Detective Kennedy pick up your calling card and leave.

"Too close..." You whisper out, before heading through the alleyway. You check your bag, making sure the heirloom is still in there. A soft sigh of relief leaves you. You look around before rushing through the alleyways, making sure that no one can possibly catch sight of you. As you reach the apartment you know well, you use the fire escape like you have many times before.

You open your window and enter inside the familiar apartment. You can finally relax as you shut the window behind you. Your cat peers at you lazily as he notices your arrival, seeming to have just woken up from a nap. You smile and give him a quick pet, which causes him to purr happily. You take off your mask and feel relieved to have it off. It can be uncomfortable, but it makes sure to keep your identity safe.

You pick up your burner phone off your desk opening it up as you contact a number.

Got your heirloom back

Thank you! What do we owe you?

Nothing, just know it'll be back in your possession soon

You smile softly and shut the phone. Placing the small bag somewhere safe, making sure you'll know where the heirloom is when the time comes.

Your thoughts are heavy as you go through your routine, changing your clothes and hiding your mask. Detective Kennedy was close this time, as much as you had played it off you weren't expecting him to be there already. He was getting closer to catching you, and that scared you. However, that wasn't going to stop you. You did this to help people, and your fears of getting caught weren't going to stop you anytime soon.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #x female reader #no use of y/n #might do more parts

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lilrambo-shooter · 1 year

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Over-analyzing the Phantom Thieves' escape from the Final Palace [SPOILERS]

Hopefully this hasn't been done already. If so, oh well, it was fun for me, who just finished their first playthrough last month.

This post has spoilers for the true ending of Persona 5 Royal.

Ok, I have thought about the animated cutscene of the PTs escaping Maruki's crumbling palace more than I thought I would. There's the memes of Goro's (possible?) last words being a complaint about being crushed by 5 women, the worry of the PTs when Joker lets go of the rope, etc etc.

One thing I kept going back to, though, was how we end up with the comic relief of Goro ending up at the floor of the Mona Copter.

So let's start from the beginning of their escape. The palace is crumbling, and the PTs are seemingly stranded on an island of rubble, with no way out. Morgana then urges everyone to hop into the Mona Car:

(Forgive the crappy screen pics, my PlayStation doesn't like 3rd sem stuff)

So the first thing we see is Haru leaning up to the window, with just a hint of Goro's outfit in the bottom right corner.

The next thing is a shot of the whole bus:

Two things: 1. Out of the two pictures, there's no sign of Futaba! 2. Where does this put Haru and Goro? Well, both of these questions have the same answer: In the far back!

One thing about the Mona Bus's design I never quite realized with my playthrough of vanilla P5 years ago was that there are seats running perpendicular to the first two rows. Based on the angle of the first image with Haru, we can see the back of the seats from the second row. For Goro, there is a few frames in which he is seen in the back:

Therefore, we can surmise this setup:

But what about Futaba? Even though it's from a previous cutscene and different escape attempt, we can see that the layout of the characters is the same, with the addition of Futaba in the back:

So that's what it's like for seating arraignments in the Mona Bus. What about the Mona Copter? The first shot we get of everyone sans Joker gives us Goro's comic relief:

We can see that all five of our pretty thief gals are up front, Goro squished on the floor, Ryuji and Yusuke in the back, and Joker hangin' on down below. It seems pretty packed. Goro's got a point, Mona! Or does he? Time to hit the Thieves' Den!

It's slightly different on the inside compared to the cutscene, but the layout seems to be the same. We don't get a good look at the back, so let's look at that:

Hmm, a good amount of open space! But wait, there's more! As it turns out, there's even more space in the back.

Based on this, here's the sketch of the Mona Copter's layout:

What's the deal!? There seems to be plenty of space! How did the Mona Copter become so front-heavy? We can see that the characters' arraignments are generally the same, save for the fact that Haru, Futaba, and Goro moved to the front, and Joker straight up just doesn't get put inside. Now, I'm no expert of the Metaverse, but I'd like to imagine that if Mona suddenly poofed from a bus to a helicopter, our PTs wouldn't so wildly get thrown about. Plus, we can see in a later part of the cutscene, when Maruki decides to make his final stand, that there is implied to be more room in the back with Ryuji and Yusuke:

Here we see Makoto grabbing the edge of the seats in the front, and Ryuji and Yusuke bracing on their respective sides. It's quite odd how they ended up like this.

My takeaway? Other than the fact that this whole post is ridiculous? Something happened mid-transformation. Maybe things didn't happen as instantly as we think, or the Mona Copter teetered around as Mona regained balance. Or both! Let's say they all began to fall forward as the Mona Bus began to fall right before the transformation. Those in the second row would have the seat in front of them to brace on, while the three in the front could brace on the dashboard. Meanwhile, Futaba, Haru, and Goro have a lot more space in the back to fumble around in. With the loss of seats in the Mona Copter, it's perfectly possible that while transforming, the three in the back lost balance, tumbled to the front, and Goro just happened to be the unlucky one. I'm going to be honest, I have no clue on what that means for Joker.

This whole bit with the Mona Copter was most definitely just for the gag; moreover, we can just say it's Mona giving Joker a good view of Goro, who Mona knows is most likely going to vanish when all is said and done. Doing his bestie a favor and acting as a wingman, eh? The front's glass only goes so far along the bottom the the Mona Copter, and Goro is busy taking up all of it, rendering the sight of Joker only visible to him, Ryuji, and Yusuke.

So yea, do what you wish with this information, I don't care. I just wanted to express my thoughts about this whack ass cutscene lmao

#did i shoehorn this into being an akeshu shuake post? Yes.#wish i had this much energy and enthusiasm for my history paper #persona 5 #persona 5 royal #persona 5 royal spoilers #p5r #p5r spoilers #persona 5 spoilers #fight me #akeshu #shuake #phantom theives

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qrttt-takk · 9 months

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Excella Gionne x F!Reader HC's

🏷️: SFW, WLW, Kinda problematic themes (she is evil afterall)

-Excella definitely made the first move, you were probably the desk lady at a very nice hotel she frequents and she thought you were really cute...she was very arrogant when she asked you out though, saying how you were extremely privileged to be given her phone number and how you'll regret it if you refused her advances...

You agreed to have a date with her out of fear

-Always pays for whatever you want, your first week of dating she took you out everyday to nice restaurants and even nicer hotels. If you're humble it just encouraged her to give you more, however if you were spoiled she worked harder to please you

-Excella is the type of woman that "dates to marry", she doesn't bother with flings or meaningless relationships as they often bore and frustrate her, she has better things to do with her time than entertaining someone she knows she won't have a meaningful relationship with

That said, once she gets to know you more and fully trusts you, she commits fully...Excella will pressure you to move in with her a few months into dating and will promise you the world with heartfelt words and gestures. Under her arrogant persona she has a caring and sweet personality, she is fully prepared to battle the world if it means to have you

-Is very snobby with food, claims that her palette is hard to please and will refuse to eat anything that's not to her standards/is of different variation, you call her a picky eater and happily eat what she won't

-When she's in different countries modeling Excella brings you nice and expensive souvenirs, she often gets sad that she can't bring you along with her but she makes up for it when she gets back home to you

-Sometimes she likes to bring you over to the Tricell company whenever she feels like it's gonna be a rough day, you're kinda like her emotional support person..

Excella drags you in conference rooms or her office and has you sitting in her lap, often stroking your hair or leaning against you for comfort. It gets kinda embarrassing when it's in the presence of other people but you get used to it, obviously nobody would dare to judge or question her or you

-Really enjoys celebrating holidays/birthdays/ect only with people she really cares about, she's really sentimental (the list of those said people is small)

-Generally untrusting of others, if you have friends she tends to judge them or have bad opinions of them, she's very loud about it too...it takes you forever to convince her that not everyone is awful

-She masks her feelings well if she doesn't want to stress or worry you, sometimes you have to pry information out of her for the sake of her wellbeing

-Excella has like a 20 step skincare routine, she showers at night so it takes her forever to finally be in bed ready to sleep, she encourages you to adopt one too

-If you're into make-up she likes to give you tips and do it for you, it makes her feel nice when she makes you look all cute and pretty

-She likes buying you a lot of clothes and shoes, sometimes making you outfits and laying them on your bed before you wake up.... LOVES to match, this woman will fawn over you if you decide to wear a dress that matches hers

-Admittedly it would take a lot but if you did something to make Excella mad she WILL let you know by either yelling or demeaning you, sometimes even going as far as saying just how utterly useless you are...

-Excella remembers the most insignificant and smallest details ever, like a certain towel she forgot to bring with her or why aren't you wearing the earrings she got you a month ago

Of course, she doesn't mean her cruel words and immediately goes to another room to cool down, apologizing later with gifts or your favorite snacks

-Loves to stroke your hair or pet you like a sweet little animal, she fusses over little things only because it gives her an excuse to have her hands all over you

-Most people with the type of money she has are usually tasteless, fortunately for you she's not. Excella has a natural eye for style and decorum, nothing she owns is bland or for the sake of a brand...she makes sure to have personalized things, she's more than happy to help you figure out your style if you do struggle with that

-Very confident in herself, Excella believes doubt only breeds incompetence...if she's wrong she'll try to convince you that she's right, could realistically become a lawyer.

Of course her stubbornness is a main argument point in your relationship

-She is well versed in the kitchen, it surprised you when she put on an apron and made you both a beautiful bowl of pasta. Wherever you both live, she does stay connected with her roots and makes a lot of Italian food, it gets to the point where you grow sick of it and beg her to either make something else or let you cook (she gets offended at the mere suggestions)

-Excella smells really nice, she has a cabinet specifically for her rare perfumes and lotions definitely costing well over thousands. Even when she gets back from a long day outside she will never smell bad

She often likes to make you wear the same scents as her so that way you'll always have her in mind, you find it a bit narcissistic but in the end you always find yourself sniffing your shirt or jacket when you miss her

-Very, VERY melodramatic. If you get even slightly annoyed at Excella she acts shocked and whines about your cruelty

"My dear how heartless you are to me....have you no compassion? I am mortal just like you yet you judge me so unfairly..."

"That has nothing to do with the fact you drank all of my frappe"

"I told you I'd buy a thousand more!"

With that being said she does take things to heart, if you do say something that hurts or criticizes her she'll pretend to not care but agonize over it for hours on end.

You can't be mean with jokes but if you are you'll have to reassure her that she's still perfect and beautiful no matter what

-The term "renaissance woman" fits her quite well, she's so incredibly talented in many different things sometimes it makes you jealous, however instead of gloating she likes impressing you instead

Excella would definitely learn any instrument if it meant you'll praise her and be in utter awe, she likes to see your genuine looks of admiration...it helps cement the idea that her hard work does indeed pay off beautifully

-If you really want to cheer her up or just express your gratefulness you often pretend to worship her like a Greek goddess, hand-feeding her grapes from a vine and praising her beauty and intelligence

It fuels her ego like crazy so you have to be careful with how far you go ♡⁠(⁠>⁠ ⁠ਊ⁠ ⁠<⁠)⁠♡

I love mean women with all my heart 💘, Shout-out to the 5 Excella enjoyers

#resident evil #i heart women #resident evil x reader #resident evil x you #re5 #resident evil 5 #resident evil headcanons #excella gionne x reader #excella gionne

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V.W.P 2nd One-Man Live Gensho II

The conclusion of VWP's Sinka live series finally happened! I was so excited for this I was literally counting down the days. Piedpiper and VWP themselves had been hyping up excitement for it all during the last few months of 2023 and what made me look forward to it even more was all the versus battles they had teased.

They started by performing songs from their 1st album and Resonance was first. They ended off with Resonance at the mini live they held a week before Yoyogi Wars, so I had a feeling they'd perform it first! Also, Resonance is just a good song to introduce VWP in general. The girls called out to the audience yelling "Yoyogiii!!!" and i think it was cute how their confidence in interacting with the audience grew the longer the live went on.

Kaf and Rim having fun during Toy. Cute!!

Fire started blowing during Secret and the effect it created was great! While VWP can't be physically on the stage themselves, the fire created a physical way of interacting with the audience.

"We are....VWP!!!!" While introducing themselves they got a little surprised at how the audience cheered back at them and it was cute. The only other time they had an audience of this size was when Kaf held her 3rd one man live at Budokan, but covid restrictions were still being held then, so the audience couldn't cheer. It was cute seeing their reactions to the audience's calls and cheers (they deserve it!). They were giggly all throughout the first MC, I'm guessing they were both excited and nervous (even though Rim denied she was nervous). Right after this they performed Reunion and VWP's harmonies together were so gorgeous, Joucho's high note was godly as well. Then before performing Destiny the audience chanted the VWP! VWP! without being prompted to and you could hear someone in the audience going "sugoi!"

VWP then transformed into red versions of their outfits and sung duets! (and for some reason, all of the duets included Rim) I have to say that out of all their outfits, I liked the red change in Koko's outfit the most. I really hope they release 素的 (Idyllic), the Rim and Koko duet, somewhere on streaming services soon, its so good! This section also included a new duet featuring Rim and Haru and it had a great guitar solo, I hope they release it soon as well.

Around an hour into the live, the versus battles started! First was Koko and Ciel, with a new song!! I was originally expecting them to sing songs they already had but I guess Kamitsubaki wanted to liven the battles up. I've always felt like Koko and Ciel's voices would match up nicely. Unexpectedly, their new song felt very dark and powerful, and it even included a little rap section for Koko. After this was Rim and Guiano's battle, and they performed one of the songs from their collab album. It's always nice to see them sing together.

Joucho's idol persona brought back with Valis! Joucho turned into a fully-fledged idol this time and danced along with them (Joucho didn't dance all the choreo with them, there were some moments of her just swaying and waving her arms but it was still cute lmao). Their new song they sang together was sassy and upbeat, perfectly matching their energies. It also looks like Valis got new colors in their hair? Myu having half-green half-red hair looked great.

The sauna lovers! (Haru and Azusagawa!) They performed their new collab song Friction. I feel like these two are the "cool" members in their respective labels, their voices are both so handsome and they both know how to grate their voices and make them rough at the right moment, Azusagawa's voice was cracking so much yelling out "Yoyogi!!" but it was great! But then they both have moments where their voices whispery and soft too! And even if they both have cool images, they both have cute sides to them (a few weeks ago, Azusagawa was being called Azu-nyan by Haru during a collab livestream??????) They've been such a cool pairing to see since they sang together at Kamitsubaki Fes '23 and I hope they continue to collaborate with each other! And as for Azusagawa, he's definitely someone who deserves to perform in front of a big audience, he's so good at hyping up performances and is so full of confidence!

And then...the performance I was the most excited for! Albemuth and Kaf! The crowd yelled out Asu and Aru's names right before they sang and it warmed up my Albemuth fan heart. The new song they performed sounded very heroic, almost like an anime OP. Albemuth and Kaf sang so theatrically, like heroines! I love how they traded off lines to each other, I'm so glad Albemuth and Kaf were able to sing with each other again. And god, Aru's deep voice throughout this performance was great (really bringing out the Aimer in her), the Zan live chat kept complimenting it too. This was our first glimpse of Albemuth's kuro outfits in a performance and they look great. So does Kaf's new outfit! Kaf had a red flower in her hair, maybe to match Albemuth? (I'm being delusional) I missed these two...even though they already held a cover live last month.... I can't wait to see them perform at their own live in April 🥺.

After Discotheque, they surprised us with VIP and VWP singing together and Valis dancing! They used smoke this time!

And then VWP and VIP performed the most jaw-dropping song of the live, a new song called The Voice of A.I. The title of it already sounds like its full of emotion, but the song itself was just so powerful. Each VWP girl and their respective Cevio AI counterpart traded lines off of each other and it really pulled at everyone's heartstrings. It's been well, a month after the live, but I still think about this song's verse every day. The chorus was great as well! and Kaf's high note! and how all 10 of them harmonized! and also everything about it. Valis were also dancing in the back, and I don't think I've ever seen them dance so dramatically, they showed off a cool side of themselves! And the song was long, probably like 7 minutes long! To me, it was the climax of the live. After the live happened, Kashii Moimi tweeted that she was the one who produced it, and knowing her, the lyrics are probably so devastating and complex, I can't wait to read them! (This song seems like sort of a collaboration project between several Kamitsubaki groups, you have VWP and VIP singing, Valis dancing, Kashii Moimi producing, and several of Kamitsubaki's graphic designers and illustrators working on the MV playing in the background). In a world where AI is growing rapidly and is becoming a looming concern we can't avoid, it's interesting how VWP are incorporating AI voices made from themselves into their careers despite the fact that it's possible the creation of their AI voices could replace them one day. The thought of AI having a voice, of how the root of what AI produces comes from humans themselves is something I didn't think of VWP exploring (at the moment it seems like a controversial subject). As the musical isotope IP expands and as their voicebanks develop and become more lifelike, VWP's relationship with them is rapidly changing. And in our lives as well, we're just going to have to wait until time passes to see how AI grows and becomes more incorporated in humanity's daily lives. (And also, if it overtakes us). Really, what other vtuber or virtual singer group is exploring subjects like this?

Leading up to the transformation of VWP into a new era of their career, each girl sung one of the new songs performed at their own respective Sinka live. Behind them, each girl had a montage of their Sinka live playing in the background and it was nice to have a recap of how VWP have been leading up to this moment throughout 2023. And not only that, it's also a recap of how each girl has evolved and grown. Joucho's transition into an elegant multi-colored and multi-faceted form, Rim's reaffirmation with her ideals and identity after studying abroad, Koko's determination to be her compassionate self despite her vulnerabilities, Haru's rebirth into a more powerful and aggressive form, Kaf's growth into an independent and mature adult. Not only have they grown as people, their music and worldviews have changed with them. And so has the quality of their MVs and lives...Kamitsubaki and the artists themselves evolve more and more every day. Being a fan of anything has never been this fun. And it's emotional too! No matter how virtual they are or how much of themselves they can't share with us, it doesn't change that their art and music is fueled with so much soul and real feelings.

And then...! VWP's new outfits were revealed! The name for it is Yatagarasu. It's the name for a three-legged bird in Chinese mythology apparently? I think they look great. It's nice to see the changes made to their hair and changes in aesthetics while keeping somewhat similar silhouettes. I wasn't expecting the new outfits to look so dark and edgy, but I do like that they look more mature (Koko's new outfit is mature in another aspect though lmao).

Check out them incorporating more choreographed movements into their performances. It's been something each girl has started doing! (It's funny to think they were all really stiff performers in the beginning).

VWP introducing their new outfits and talking about their new hair changes. They asked "kawaii?" and the audience screamed "kawaii!!!" back at them.

Fog!! Them performing a medley of the songs Kanzaki wrote for them was so emotional. We're really saying goodbye to the Kanzaki era, aren't we?

Koko's new center song, Alliance! To open this song, they chanted "Virtual Witch...Phenomenon!! Virtual Witch...Phenomenon Time!!" and you can already tell this song is great at hyping up concerts. They also did some hand movements during the chorus and the audience picked it up pretty quick and copied their hand movements. Every time I watch this song I get excited. I think it's funny they chose Koko to center this song when she was having such a hard time pronouncing the word "phenomenon" some time ago.

Rim's new center song, Confidence! The verse starts off just as eerie and edgy as her own songs, but then the heroic VWP-like chorus hits and it turns into a compelling and song that combines Rim's and VWP's worldviews. For me, Joucho was the 2nd center of this song, her gentle whisper-like lines were great. Koko's bridge was great at well, her vibrato is always so heart-wrenching.... The song ended off with a big burst of fire too!

Haru's new center song, Emotion! The audience cheered immediately when they recognized it. It was great seeing the girls jam out while rapping, but then immediately switching to their emotional singing afterwards. Joucho's high note rap was great, definitely one of my favorite parts of the song.

Joucho's new center song, Trump Card! This song was used as the OP for the anime Cardfight Vanguard Divinez which premiered a few hours before the concert. It's a song that truly feels like suits a heroic battle. VWP introduced the band members during this song, and it's always nice to see them rock out on their instruments and show off how talented they are in their own solos. (They're an integral part of Kamitsubaki's lives!) VWP also posed dramatically to end off the song.

Joucho gave the audience a heart!

During the MC afterwards, they posed to introduce their new songs. Cute! Koko kept stumbling on her words during the MC and of course she did. (She tried playing it off and everyone laughed at her, oh Koko.) They then spoke in long speeches about their feelings surrounding this live, and everyone grew quiet and listened immediately. Talking about their feelings provoked them to get teary eyed, and the audience started screaming "ganbatte!"

After Joucho started crying they gathered around each other and it was so heartwarming.... They weren't only thanking the audience they were also expressing their gratitude for each other and it was cute how Rim and Koko bowed to Joucho when she said she loved the members.

They were all crying a lot, well, except for Kaf, who apparently cries the least out of the VWP members. Koko stumbling on her words while crying was cute. Rim also coughed quite a lot, I remember worrying about how she would sing afterwards.

The last song they performed was The Witches (true), and this was the song they allowed the audience to film on their phones. They also had the Zan-live chat projected onto the screens, and I remember the chat was full of people spamming "V.W.P! V.W.P!" throughout the whole song. I was even compelled to spam the chat as well. During the last chorus, they shot confetti into the air! After the live, apparently the audience were collecting the confetti and I even saw a few people selling them on Mecari.

They ended the live by saying their parting words, thank yous and goodbyes. Some fans yelled out "daisuki!!!" and rim yelled it back. Koko even cried again 😭. I'm really surprised with how much they said "thank you" and "i love you" during this live.

The keys have all been gathered! They came together to create a tree/portal that VWP walked into? Who knows what it means.

After the credits rolled, they unveiled that VWP's Sinka live series was just the beginning. Sinka lives 7 through 9 are planned for 2024. And included in this is...VWP's anime!!!!! And the crowd goes wild. I remember thinking an anime was so out of Kamitsubaki's scope and that VWP shouldn't be forced to do voice-acting work if they didn't want to anyway. But I'm so glad! I hope it goes well, there's a chance it could extend VWP's IP far, even internationally, with how anime has become so popular across the globe. I can't help but wonder which studio is behind it.... (Flat studio? maybe?) Also announced...VWP's 2nd album..collaboration music with Project Cold..our first look at Kamitsubaki City Ensemble (the musical isotope rhythm game)..Shamanism 3 (Haru's 3rd one-man live)..Piedpiper's mysterious new Kamitsubaki Verse project..and auditions for Sinsekai.

Originally I had thought that the purpose of the Sinka live series was Kamitsubaki taking a step further to make Kamitsubaki City feel more real (or a step towards making Piedpiper's metaverse dreams feel more real lmao) After watching the Sinka live series progress throughout 2023, it's not just about getting a first look at Kamitsubaki City's various avenues in 3D. At the root of the Sinka lives is VWP themselves, who they were before they became virtual singers, how they have progressed throughout their careers, and how they have changed into who they are now. It's nice to know that as Kamitsubaki are working at a rapid pace trying to expand VWP's lore and IP, VWP and their music are still at the heart of it all. Each of them individually releasing some of their most heartfelt songs during the Sinka live series confirms it even more. After reading some of Piedpiper's tweets, I feel as though the Sinka live series affirms VWP's relationships with their virtual singer selves. (I'm sure they each have their own feelings about their virtual identities, however Piedpiper has been highlighting the constrictions and benefits of being virtual artists recently.) And it seems as though their relationships with being virtual artists are going to continue to evolve as they constantly innovate what virtual artists can do. As we saw throughout the various Sinka lives, VWP and their alter 3 selves (Piedpiper's term for their fictional selves created for the VWP lore) became one. It's obvious with all the new projects they've announced that VWP are going to take on more narrative-based projects, which means VWP are going to be voice-acting and challenging themselves more and more. Which is great for those that have been waiting for VWP's lore to be developed! I'm glad it feels like VWP and Kamitsubaki are diving headfirst into developing the VWP lore. With Gensho II starting off 2024, the future is going to contain so much for Kamitsubaki!

#i meant to post this a month ago im sorry #they put idyllic on spotify and albemuth announced their disbandment while this was in the drafts but im not editing it lmao #really really hope the vvp anime turns out good #vwp's future is full of opportunities! happy for them #no but it was a really good live being a kamitsubaki fan isnt like anything else #kamitsubaki #vtuber #vsinger #kamitsubaki studio #vwp #harusaruhi #kaf #isekaijoucho #rim #koko

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Let There Be Light - Twenty Eight

The night was young by the time everyone had finished their food – laughing and swapping stories on their missions they had done in the past. Ghost even chimed in a few times, shocking everyone with this new outspoken persona. Alejandro and Rodolfo told you both time and time again how happy they were for you both. You couldn’t help but feel warm inside from the compliments – especially when Ghost would pull you in and give you a kiss on top of your head through his mask.

The cafeteria room cleared out and Price had asked for Ghost to follow him. You assumed it was about the mission, but figured he would tell you later what it was about – or Price would regroup everyone and let us know our next move. Soap and you were left, straggling behind as you watched everyone linger out. It was nice, the quietness.

“So, Lass,” he turns to you and says.

You turn to him with heavy eyes as this tired feeling has just settled in on you. “Mhm,” you hum out.

“I never thanked you for saving me,” he says as he slides closer to you. Your lids were becoming heavy. Between the alcohol making your body warm and the fresh food on your stomach, sleep was calling you early tonight.

“Saving you? When?” you furrow your brows as you finally look at him.

“That day you decided to go rogue, and I thought LT was going to kill you,” he chuckled.

Your eyes slowly scanned the room trying to remember, “Oh shit Soap, that was over a month ago,” you let out a soft laugh. “No need to thank me. I wasn’t going to just leave you there.”

Soap takes note of your eye lids becoming heavy, “So you do care about me?” he jokes as he places his hand over his heart.

You roll your eyes and snort as you hit him on his shoulder, “Maybe I should have left your arrogant ass,” you joke back.

“And here I was thinking you liked me,” he pauses with a smile, “You had me fooled Lass. You had me fooled.”

You roll your eyes still smiling, “In your dreams Soap.”

“Call me Johnny,” he says looking into your eyes.

Your smile slowly disappears, “What?” you ask softly.

“Call me Johnny,” he repeats.

You jerk your head back a little and stare back into his blue eyes the best you could. Whatever was in those drinks, was knocking you on your ass, “Why?” you ask.

“Harley, you okay?” Soap asks ignoring your question. You nod slowly, “Here, let me help you up.” Soap stands up and reaches his hand out to you, looking concerned. You grab his hand and Soap carefully pulls you up. You stand up and fall into his arms, your head pressing against his chest. He catches you and quickly slides the hair out of your face to pull your eye lids back.

“Fuck,” he says to himself as he picks you up bridal style. Your head rested in the crook of his neck as sweat started to bead at your forehead. He rushed out of the cafeteria with you in his arms, “Ghost!” Soap yelled.

He ran to where he knew Price and Ghost were with you in his arms. The color of your face was draining into this whitish grey color as your skin became clammy. “Ghost!” Soap yelled again. A door to the right jerked open and Ghost peeked his head out. Soap could tell he was interrupting something important as Ghost glared daggers at him.

“Ghost! Its Harley!” Ghost’s expression changed drastically to a concerned masked man. His eyes said it all.

“What the fuck happened?!” Ghost yelled as he ran towards Soap.

“I don’t know LT. She got really heavy eyed all of a sudden and now she is out cold,” Soap panted. “Look at her pupils. I’ve never seen anyone’s that small.”

Ghost pulled your eye lids back and stared into your almost all green eyes. There was barely a black pupil. Ghost removes his gloves and places two fingers on the side of your neck to feel your pulse, “She barely has a pulse Johnny,” he says worriedly. “Bring her to the bedroom now!” Ghost demanded.

Soap wasted no time as he rushed you to the bedroom. Ghost ran in front past the door he came out of. Price came out of the room once he seen Ghost run by and Soap following with you in his arms.

“What the bloody hell happened?!” Price yells.

“We don’t know sir,” Soap answers.

Ghost opens the door swiftly and turns the light on. Soap sets you down on the bed, “Is there a medic on this base?” Soap questions frantically.

“There should be. It’s a fucking military base. Who doesn’t have a damn medic?” Price responds. “Go find Alejandro fast son!”.

Soap nods and sprints off. “Alejandro!” Soap yells as he approaches the circle of chairs around the fire that everyone was previously.

“Aye amigo!” Alejandro gets up and turns around with a smile, but that soon disappeared when he saw the panic on Soaps face, “What’s wrong?”

“Do you…have a medic…here?” Soap asks out of breath.

“No senor. This base is just for supplies and our overflow.”

Soap doesn’t waste anymore time as he turns on heel and runs back towards the bedroom, not giving Alejandro any idea what was going on. He stops by his room along the way and grabs his medic bag that he uses when he’s on missions before barging into the bedroom. “Alejandro said no. This base is an overflow.”

“Bloody fucking HELL!” Price yells out.

“Johnny, we got to do something,” Ghost says with desperation in his voice.

“I have to check her LT,” Soap says. Ghost nods and Soap opens his bag.

“I’m going to find Alejandro and see if we can find some fucking help. You two do what you can,” Price says as he walks out of the room furious.

Soap grabs his stethoscope, puts it on and places the round drum on the center of your chest between your breasts. “It’s low LT,”.

Ghost quickly scans over your body, then to Soap and then around the room – thinking. “Take her clothes off,” he says low.

Soap jerks his head back in confusion, “Excuse me LT?”

“Take her bloody clothes off. She may have been bit by something or have an open wound that’s infected!”

Soap pauses before putting down his stethoscope. He grabs a pair of gloves and pushes his bag to the side with his foot. He cautiously looks up at Ghost and Ghost nods at him to proceed. They both pull you up by your arms as Ghost holds you in place while Soap removes your shirt and unclasps your bra, bringing the straps down your arms before throwing it to the floor.

They both gently lay you back down, but Soap can’t help but eye your beautiful breasts. “Johnny,” Ghost says dangerously low. Soap slowly looks up at him, knowing he was caught, “Focus.” That was all Ghost said. Soap swallowed hard and nodded his head.

Ghost reached down to your pants, unbuttoned them, and quickly pulled them off you – your socks coming off too as he removed your pants from over your feet. You lie there in just your underwear, unaware of what was going on. Your skin is still clammy and color slowly draining from across your body.

“Help me turn her towards you LT,” Soap told Ghost. Soap lifted your right arm as Ghost grabbed it and pulled you towards him. Soap pushed on your back to alleviate pressure on your arm and shoulder as he inspected your back. Soaps hand slowly rubbed itself across the soft skin of your back carefully looking for any markings or bites.

He slowly made his way to the arch of your back and then the top of your ass before stopping. Soap looked up at Ghost, “LT, I’m going to have to take these off.” He was hesitant and not wanting to come off too willingly. Ghost nodded and Soap quickly removed your underwear – leaving you lying there naked and vulnerable.

Soap went back to the place he stopped at, the top of your ass. Ghosts gaze kept going back from Soap to you – each with worry in his eyes. “She has bruising on this hip,” Soap says. Ghost just stares at Soap as he continues to rub his way down your body. When Ghost doesn’t respond, Soap looks up to find his Lieutenant staring at him.

“….Oh,” Soap said as went back to inspecting your legs and feet. “Theres nothing on this side LT. Lets roll her over and I’ll check the other side.” Ghost slowly pushes your arm forward while Soap places his hands at the top and arch of your back to help lower back down softly on the bed.

Soap and Ghost switch places and repeat the process. Nothing. There were no markings of something biting you or any open infected wound. After they roll you back on your back, Soap inspects your neck, finding nothing. He slowly makes his way down the front of your body as he stopped right above your pussy.

“LT,” Soap says low, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

“Johnny, just bloody do it. I trust you, now come on” Soap nodded and could tell Ghost was in desperate need to find out what was going on with you.

Soap let out a deep sigh as he slowly parted your legs. You were freshly shaven and probably the most beautiful sight before his eyes. His fingers felt around your bare pussy as he tried his best to focus. Soap placed two fingers at your entrance and slowly pushed in – feeling around to make sure you weren’t swollen or maybe some weird infection that would cause this.

Soap looked up at Ghost and shook his head – indicating there was nothing there. Soap removed his fingers from you as a loud knock came from the door.

“Who is it?!” Ghost demanded.

“Alejandro amigo,”

Ghost looked over to Soap, “Cover her up.” Soap takes the other half of the blanket that was on the bed and drapes it over you.

“Come in,” Ghost demands.

The door opens and Alejandro steps in, looking at Ghost, Soap and then you. He slowly walks over to you, lifting your eye lids, “Dust.”

Ghost looks over to Soap and then back to Alejandro,” It’s a drug that we are dealing with here in Las Almas.”

“How do you know?” Soap says taking a step towards Alejandro.

“All symptoms are the same and from the looks of it, she’s face to face with death.”

Ghosts heart dropped, “How did this happen? Was this one of your men here?!”

Alejandro turns to Ghost, “Negative amigo. It’s absorbed through the pores of the skin from blood contact.”

Soap jerked his head to Ghost, “The man at the house. When she stabbed him in the neck.”

Before Ghost or Soap could say anything else, Alejandro pulled out a little blue box from the front pocket of his pants. “Give her this,” he says as he pulls out a black pill.

Ghost eyes it carefully, “What is this?”

“The solution to your problem amigo. We keep a well supply stock of it here,” Alejandro tells him. “Place it under her tongue and give it ten minutes to dissolve and get into her blood stream.”

Ghost nodded. “Oh,” Alejandro continued as he walked towards the door, “She’s going to feel like she’s had the worst hangover she’s ever had.”

Alejandro walked out and closed the door behind him. Ghost handed Soap the pill so he could put it in your mouth. Soap walked over to the side you were laying on and lifted you up partially before sitting down and cradling your head in his lap, propping you up. He grabbed your jaws and forced your mouth open with his fingers.

Your mouth slowly opened, and he moved your tongue and placed the black pill under your tongue like Alejandro told him. He shut your mouth and stayed there – not wanting to move and the pill shift.

“She going to be alright?” Ghost asks with worry in his eyes and in his voice.

“She a fighter LT,” Soap reassured.

Ghost was pacing back and forth, checking his watch ever other second – but that made it seem like the time was going by much slower. He finally stops after a couple minutes, “You care for her,” he says out flat.

Soap looks up at him confused. “I see the way you look at her Johnny. It’s the same look I give her.”

Soap breaks his eye contact and slowly diverts it down to you, “She loves you LT.”

Ghosts’ eyes go from Soaps to your body on him, “I know she does, but you cant sit there and tell me you don’t have feelings for her either.”

“I…do,” Soap admits lowly.

“Johnny,” Soap looks up at Ghost, “You’re like a brother to me,” he pauses.

“LT I’m sorry. I-,” Soap was shortly cut off.

“She needs all the love she can get,” Soaps eyes grow wide. “She’s had everything taken from her and I think you being around her, makes her happy…and if she’s happy, I’m happy because between her and you…that’s all I have.”

Soap went to open his mouth, but felt you stir. Ghost immediately threw himself onto the bed close to you. The color to your body was coming back and your skin no longer felt cold and clammy as your body temperature started to regulate.

You flutter your eyes open, only to look up and see Soap – realizing you’re lying in his lap.

“Harley,”. You hear Ghosts’ voice. You try to sit up, but a wave of nausea sweeps over you. “Hey, easy love.”

“Wh-what happened?” you slowly ask. You go to reach into the pocket of your pants as panic sets in that you’re naked. “Simon,” you say weakly as you remove your hand from under the cover to reach out to Ghost.

Ghost grabs your hand before removing his mask and placing a kiss in the palm of your hand and placing it against his cheek. “I’m here love.”

Your eyes flutter from the migraine that was setting in, but the confusion that was plaguing your mind wouldn’t let you be still, “Why am I naked laying on Soap?”

“You were drugged Lass,” Soap says answering before Ghost could. His tone is soft and caring.

“Di-did you see me…,” your voice trailing off slightly embarrassed as you made eye contact with Soaps blue eyes.

Soap nodded to you and your face heated up – turning beet red. You dart your eyes over to Ghost, “Its okay love. We thought maybe you had been bit by something or an infected wound that we couldn’t see. It was no harm baby,” he pauses, “Plus, I trust Johnny.”

‘Johnny’

Memories of the cafeteria splayed through your mind.

You tilt your head back looking at Soap. His eyes staring back at you, caring, “You never answered my question.”

Soap looked at you confused, “Why do you want me to call you Johnny?”

He smiles as he brushes a piece of hair out of your face, “Because I like the way you say my name.”

#ao3 fanfic #fanfic #gaz cod #john price #price #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #captain price #john soap mactavish #simon riley x reader #fanfiction #fantasy #fandom #lettherebelight #smut

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