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lumine-no-hikari · 20 days

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Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #109

So many things happened between the last letter and right now. From some of the things, I'm running on only 3 hours of sleep. I regret nothing; what I did was one of the most important things I could have done. I don't know if it worked, and I don't know to what extent the responsibility for it if it didn't work falls upon my shoulders. I shan't speak any more on it; it's heavy, and all I can do is wait and see what happens from here, hoping for good things.

…It's only the second paragraph, and already the things I wanna say are crumbling and fading away before I get a chance to write them. I guess I had better write quickly… I'm sorry that today's letter might not be any good. But still, I write because I wanted to make sure you know that someone is thinking warm and kind things at you. I wanted to make sure that you know that there is at least one person in the vastness of our universe who sees a person - not a god or a monster - when they look at you. A person - lovable and worthy, even without all the amazing things you can do, and even after everything that happened to you, and even after everything that you happened to. I wanted to make sure you know…

…Someone's gotta make sure you know… so I'm gonna try, no matter how impossible it is.

…

Br made bacon in the oven today, and it was amazing. I made confit garlic with bacon drippings instead of olive oil or butter; the results were just as awesome as you might expect. I am eagerly looking forward to bringing the results to the nice place with the good leader tomorrow:

J has recovered from food poisoning; fortunately, this one went away as soon as the offending item was purged. Good discussion was had with Br as well, and J and I helped her do a thing that was important, and that was very good. A handful of others needed my support for various things; I did the best I could today, given that I haven't really been able to think clearly all day.

Then, J, Br, and I went to the Asian grocery store; we needed rice, and it's cheaper to get it in giant, huge bags, so that's what we did. I chilled out in the car though, because I was zombied from lack of sleep. Br asked me if I wanted anything, and so I said muscat gummies. And so J got me some muscat gummies. Of all the Kasugai gummies that exist, these ones are my favorite. I really, REALLY wish I could share them with you:

After that, I tried to rest for an hour, but it didn't work because I wasn't able to resist the hypervigilance. Oh well. And then my friend P and his sister J picked me up for a concert that they had invited me to some time ago, in a place that is about an hour away by car. I tried to take some pictures for you, because I remembered that you like looking at nature…

There was a huge, giant bird in the sky in this one; I couldn't get a big picture of it, but... still. It's the black speck in the sky:

...Please don't think that no one notices your humanity or the things you like. I'm going to keep trying to find as many small ways to tell you that I love you as I can, so... please. Please don't lose sight of the good and beautiful things, okay?

...

...Sephiroth... I'm so, so, so tired... What if none of this counts for anything? What if it doesn't count for the person I stayed up late trying to help? What if it doesn't count for you? What if, ultimately, it doesn't count for anyone, anywhere...?

...

...I can't let thoughts such as those get to me. I just need to sleep. I just need to sleep and not be dehydrated. That's all. I can't sink in the swamp. Not while I'm still determined to pull you out of it.

Anyway, here is how the concert went. I had a nice time even if my brain was soup:

I knew some of these songs from an old Disney movie called Fantasia. I even remembered which animations some of them were from. The second part was kind of scary-sounding, though. So afterwards I sang a small little lullaby just in case - "...anata ni utatteiru, matteiru; itsumademo utatteiru, matteiru..."

...And then I was shocked when I received one in return. No, I am not going to elaborate. And, strange as it sounds, I have a funny feeling like I don't have to.

I haven't even gotten to the best part yet though!!

There's an awesome person on the internet!! We have had brief (but invariably lovely!) interactions in the past intermittently; it's always a delight when I see something from them in my messages! But today we talked a lot and it was amazing and we exchanged music, and!!! Tomorrow I'm going to make you a playlist of the songs I was shown, because I think you will like them!! I think you will find them relatable!!

…I hope that maybe I can become friends with this person. But I gotta make room for the notion that they might not want new friends. And I gotta make room for the notion that even if they do want new friends, they might end up thinking I'm too weird. But I'm gonna try anyways. It's good to try anyways, even if it might not work out.

…But my brain is soup right now. Because I've got only 3 hours of sleep. So I gotta go to bed. I'm gonna do that right now. I hope you will get good sleep, too. Someplace that is comfy and warm and safe and with lots of soft plush things to hug…

I love you. I'll write again soon.

Your friend, Lumine

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constantfragmentation · 1 month

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hey, just came here to tell you that i'm so so relieved that i was able to find your blog again !! and your jane eyre au fanfic with silco !! honestly, 'bend but not break' was (and still pretty much is) one of my favourite fanfics ever; not aus or silco fanfics, i mean one of THE best fanfics i've ever read. cannot even begin to describe how sad i was when i lost the ao3 link, and when i wasn't able to remember your blog's url.

and it was a shame, because BBNB was just *chef's kiss* 🤌. i literally stayed awake until sunrise reading it the first time, already getting inpatient for the next chapter. and i think it's mainly because you capture silco so so well, and you get 'jane eyre'; and you capture the dreadful air of the novel, and those little acts of tenderness and romance... and your smut it's quite great too. like, i still can't get over The Opera chapter, even after all this time 👀👀

still, now that i did find you, i'm not only gonna read that one, but i'm gonna get started on all your other works !! i know i'm getting repetitive but i just don't know how to express just how great i think your writing is. so for now, i just hope you get to read this !!

hope i didn't weird you out or anything !! please, have a great day, and stay safe <33

p.s.: i'm gonna read bbnb rn, until sunrise if necessary, just like in the good old days !! so if you hear someone's heart breaking, it might be mine !!

Omg?! Thank you! No, you are not weirding me out in any way.

I am so very humbled. You have no idea. I'm still learning as a writer, and I am my own worst critic.

I'm sorry I haven't been online to respond to this earlier because I've been really sick with the flu and binge watching Poldark (again).

I've been technically writing fiction since 2015 and it's been a learning curve with each story. For some odd reason, historical eras seem to fit my style in writing. I can do modern but this era I feel like I can sink my teeth into it.

I'm a huge fan of gothic horror/suspense/romance. So, yeah, I guess you can see that in the choices I make.

I must admit I'm not all together happy with the last chapter of BBNB, I might want to change some things in that chapter before moving on (maybe because it might meld into the next chapter better? idk).

Even though I have approximately 5-6 chapters (depending on how big the chapters get, I'm terrible about posting novel-length chapters) left in Bend, it should be an emotional rollercoaster. There are soooo many things I have left to run with before it ends.

As of the lastest chapter, I'm deviating from Jane Eyre a bit, while still holding onto certain plot-points for context but I want to play more with the Regency Arcane/Silco's world.

I do have other ideas for Silco stories I want to write. One will deal with a younger, hot-head SIlco. Another I'm tempted to play with a Roaring 20's Underground.

Then I have a story that I'm developing into an original gothic novel. I have maybe too much on my plate. LOL

It's moments like this when I wish I didn't have to 'work' a regular job to pay the bills because I would literally write all day, every day.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate you sending me this. It really does brighten my day. That may sound cliche, but it does. I admit I don't have the greatest self-esteem, but I'm working on it.

That someone likes something I've written that much to comment at all and tell me they're re-reading it... my heart is going to explode.

I am working on both Regency Silco stories. When my head doesn't feel like a fog-horn inside of a 100lb bowling ball, I should be in a better space to be creative. It's zapped when you feel exhausted. Working 60hr weeks lately probably hasn't helped my health any.

Thank you again sooooo much for this. Never feel like you're bothering me or weirding me out. I love and embrace all comments, good or critical.

#frags answers #bend but not break #regency silco

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kirihotto · 1 year

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Sugar Cake {J-hope X reader 18+}

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Established relationship/ Birthday treat & Valentines

→ Summary: Hoseok's birthday is creeping up and plans have yet to been made. Jimin reaches out to you and helps plan something for all of you. But you have an idea for something after meeting with the guys.

→ Word Count: 3 050

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 02/18/23 (Hobi's B'day)

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(Your POV)

Hoseok’s birthday. Only four short days after valentines day. In which I had done nothing for. He had been busy filming and recording for their new single; Butter. So we really haven't had much time to discuss plans for his birthday or valentines day. Sure enough we did little things for his birthday. But until now he was loaded with work. Constantly away or busy practicing. Not that I mind. Rather, I feel Hoseok deserves more. A break. Time where he can relax with his dearly loved members. In which I hope to be a part of. Which Jimin had agreed to.

Jimin: Hey! F/N you know our Hoba’s birthday is coming up right?

Me: Yeah! You guys have been so busy. I wasn't sure whether to plan something or not..

Jimin: Yeah we have been busy. T.T

Jimin: But! Hobi deserves it! Let’s make a plan. Our recording should finish right on his birthday actually! So we should be free for awhile other than promo’s. (Let’s just say that for the story. Butter was released in May.)

Me: Alright! I had an idea I would like to do..

The members had each gotten their own small gift for him. Planning to book out a private diner with the members. Rather than Hoseok and I having to drive home, Stay at a hotel close by. So we could drink to our content.

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We had begun preparing on Valentine's day. Booking a restaurant to hold all of us, the hotel, getting cake ingredients and.. All the valentines stuff on sale.. Which led me to buy a small sweet pink set of flowers and a small batch of candy hearts. I wasn't exactly the best at baking so hopefully it was good enough. The thought was there anyway. The thoughts of him cuddling himself off to sleep next to me after a late night practice. It was satisfying yet kind of painful to see how tired he was. Trying to get my message across with everything. Letting him know he was doing amazing.

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(Hoseok POV)

I’m glad we are able to do this again for ARMY, yes.. I was surprised no one had remembered my birthday. None of them said anything about it other than ARMY. Not that it mattered since we were so busy. I wouldn't blame them! I had nearly forgotten myself. Not to mention Valentine's day. I hadn't gotten F/N anything for valentines day since we’ve been together. I had always seemed to be busy around that time. So I ended up leaving them by themself. Made me feel so bad everytime.They would tell me it's ok over and over. Alright! That's it! I’ll at least pick some flowers on the way home.

“That’s a wrap!” One of the many staff had shouted from behind the camera. While we stood under bright lights with all eyes on us. Black and yellow fancy suits in all. Makeup over done to allow the camera to see such detail. Our chests rising and falling nearly sink like the whole choreography had been. Practicing over a hundred times to ensure perfection. Which was exhausting but some how felt great.

“I am STARVING!” Jin howled once we reached the hall to our dressing rooms. Pulling his bee colored suit from his wide shoulders. We all laughed at Jin’s loud statement as he read what we were all thinking. Jin scowled. “No, I'm serious.”

“Yes yes we all are.” Namjoon chuckled back. Swiping back his navy blue hair with a grin.

“Hey! I got us a place booked for dinner! Lets get cleaned up and head out?” Jimin shouted from his room in the small hall, a flash of his bright red hair drawing my attention.My silent debate ran through my mind. A dinner? I mean I'm starving. But I just wanna see F/N…

“Sure. I'm down as long as Namjoon isn't driving.” Suga stated boldly. Honestly not expecting much else from him. Though a small laugh escaped my lips. Everyone else agreed. While I was still debating on going. How could I refuse my members! We just finished an awesome single and were starving. I’d have to grab the flowers before dinner. All their eyes were on me. I blinked in confusion.

“Oh! Right of course I'm going, do you even need to ask?” I chuckled and messed around with my suit. Usually they didn't ask at all and assumed we would all go. After my answer, happy yes’s filled the silence as the younger members flew to the showers. “ I need to grab something on the way to dinner.”

Yoongi nodded giving me thumbs up before making his way to his room. Perfect! I’d get those flowers and have dinner after making an awesome song. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. Doesn't matter, it's my birthday! It’s still another day with everyone.

Roughly an hour had passed and we were all sitting in the lobby. The three youngest came out to us arm in arm full of laughter. A great sight to see. Yoongi and Taehyung had been chosen as the drivers of the night. We all piled into cars, the three youngest in one car and the four oldest in the other. Jin next to me, fixing his hair on his phone camera. Namjoon next to our driver. Yoongi turned his dark eyes to me from the front.

“Where did you need to go?” He asked gently fixing his curled black hair. He was rather relaxed today. Or maybe he was just tired? Once we grab food we'll all feel better anyway i’m sure!

“The flower shop! I won't be long.”

“Flowers? For what?” Namjoon asked from the front seat, cocking an eyebrow.

“Oh, F/N of course!” I replied while Joon nodded with that sweet smile. Yoongi drove off, making our way to the diner. I grabbed a small set of red and white roses on the way over. Jin teased me sniffing the roses placed between us. Doing awful impersonations of F/N receiving the flowers and so on.

Making it to the diner as we sat in the car waiting for the other members. It was somewhere we had come pretty often as a treat. It was one of my favorites. Jin and Namjoon were chatting away while I stared at the fresh roses. Thoughts of F/N kept swirling in the back of my mind while we waited. The last three members pulled up next to our car. We began to leave the car until Yoongi had stopped me. I paused due to his order.

“Hm?”

“You might wanna take those with you.” He gestured with one hand. The other tucked in his leather jacket pocket. Following his guidance to the roses.

“Alright! Best not to leave them behind I suppose.”

Meeting up with the rest of my members in the parking lot. We made our way inside by Jimin’s lead. He walked up to the counter and checked us in. We all took our seats with the menus. Suspiciously I looked around the room while we all chatted. There was an empty chair next to me where the flowers I had bought sat. Everyone was rather quiet including myself. Namjoon and Jimin both stood off to the side. Looking at their phones and whispering slightly.

“Hi!” the door burst open. I had nearly jumped out of my skin at the sudden sound.

(Your POV)

“Sorry I was late, I meant to get here before you all.” I apologize. Seeing Hoseok star struck. My hand clung to the open door as I took deep breaths. Since I had spotted their cars and booked it here.

“Wahhh.. am I dreaming?” Hoseok asked, placing his hand over his chest, looking about. The guys burst out laughing at his reaction.

“Happy birthday!” We all cheered, a smile finally graced his face since I had seen him. I had been standing awkwardly out of breath with my hands full. The members all properly seated. Everyone was laughing and chattering. Though Hoseok didn't say a word. He stood up and walked over to me.

“Hoseok?” I was worried. His gaze did not meet mine. Rather it met the floor. Until he wrapped his arms around me in a tight warm hug. His head resting on my shoulder.

“Thank you. I needed this.” He whispered in my ear sweetly. His voice low and steady. While my heart was fluttering about. Seriously, I missed him like crazy today.. He pulled back a firm grip on my shoulders. “Wow you got me gifts too! Oh! Here I got you these! For late valentines haha!~”

“Oh! Thank you.” I was shocked at his offer as well. He held out a similar looking flower arrangement to the one I had given him. After the exchange I took a seat next to him. Once we had ordered the stories began. Retelling stories about each other during the recent practice days. Silly mess ups, bad takes, funny interactions with staff all the sorts.

Food arrived and we all ate our fill. Not long before drinking our fill as well. Luckily no one seemed to be drunk. It was so nice seeing everyone happy. Smiles all around as they teased one another. But that brightest loud laugh from next to me was one I had missed. Hoseok sat chatting with the other members. His slender hand placed on my thigh, swiping kind cuddles. Whether it was the alcohol or just being clingy. His simple action flustered me whenever he would move. My gaze directed at the table, my drink in a decent firm grip. Yoongi sat across from me. He tapped my leg with one of his doc’s.

"Sick of us are you?" He whispered to me from across the table. Taking a sip of his drink. Everyone else's gaze filled with smiles. While Yoongi held a cocky smirk at me. My face beat red. Ruffling his hair he looked at Hoseok innocently. Finally he noticed my scowl at Yoongi.

"What did you do now Hyung?" Hoseok asked, confused. Hearing Jimin's hysterical laugh, Jin joined in not long after. Hoseok scanned his friend for a response. Though Yoongi held his usual calm demeanor.

"Why don't you ask them?" He gestured his glass in my direction. The ice clinked together rhythmically. Hoseok's tender gaze flew to me. His grip on my thigh tensed as he looked me up and down.

"Ah! No no I'm fine he just hit me under the table by mistake." I replied. Hoseok rolled his eyes, nudging me.

"I thought something was wrong with you. Stop pestering each other." He scolded mockingly. Waving a sassing finger about. Yoongi just silently took a sip of his drink. Sliding me a cocky wink. The waiter had come back with the check. Jimin was the first one to snatch it. Namjoon testified. The two were bickering about it until the cash. Hearing them even in the private room. After paying we made our way outside. The cold puffs of laughter filled the lot. colorful sets of hair seen miles away, piling into the cars. While I held a grip on Hoseok's arm. He turned to face me confused.

“I umm.. Got us a hotel room for the night. I packed our clothes and everything already. I signed us in. It’s within walking distance from here.” I stated, my cheeks still flushed. He was shocked but a smile appeared in seconds. The cool wind blowing his pink tipped blonde hair. Though it hadn't felt cold next to him.

“Hyung! Are you joining us?” Jungkook called out waving his arm about.

“Naw! I got a ride!” Hoseok waved back to the group. “Thanks for the dinner, get home safe!”

His focus turned back to me. My grip still on his arm. He placed his warm hand over my cold one clinging to him. Tucking back a stray hair behind my ear, his stare directed at me. Hoseok leaned down to my view. Holding the flowers and treat in one hand.

“Lead the way.~” He wisped out slyly. I felt like I was the one getting spoiled. Getting all his attention for the past few hours. Leading him down the street as we talked until the door. My arm still linked with his. Feeling the silent tension rise as the elevator did so. Upon opening the room door was the cake I had made him. My own messy writing across the top. After a look about the room Hoseok’s view flew to it as well. Dropping the things by the door, Hoseok rushed over with a grin. My palms sweaty. He picked it up and read the crappy writing out loud. “Happy birthday my love..”

“I know it's kind of bad.. Looking. ” I attempted to hide my nerves. He placed the cake down on the table where it had been waiting. His attention turned back to me.

“Did you make this?”

“Y-yeah. It was really my first time trying something like that.” I replied honestly. A sweet smile came across his face again filled with glittery expectations. I knew that smile had meant he liked it without saying a word. Waving his hands about slightly he grabbed the chopsticks that sat at the other end of the room. Taking a piece with his chopsticks he took a bite. Loaded with vanilla cake and icing.

“Mmmm!” He exclaimed, scrunching his nose. Through a mouth full of cake he spoke. “Wah~ so good. Very sweet.”

“Thank you! I may have added too much sugar..” I chuckled awkwardly. Hoseok looked up to me from his place on the side of the bed. Legs swinging off the side of the bed, cheeks filled with cake. I took a bite as well. It was very sweet. But not necessarily bad. My shocked expression caught his gaze. He laughed, covering his mouth slightly. “ I wasn't expecting it to be so good. You're right though.. Too sweet haha.”

Chatting more about work and other life matters we finished the small cake. The room slightly dimmed as I crawled my way into his arms, lying on his chest from his lap. More stories and thoughts from Hoseok filled the room. Though I felt myself drifting due to comfort. Suddenly he stopped talking. Before I could ask a question. Feeling his lips on mine for only a brief moment, the slight taste of icing.

"Were you listening?" Hoseok asked, leaning over me. His pink tipped hair dangled in my face. Though he wasn't mad. He seemed more relaxed than anything. I dipped my hand on the soft skin of his face. My thumb rested on his cheek as he stared lovingly into my eyes. Staring back at me he placed his hand on top of mine. " I love you. Thanks for all this."

"I don't need thanks. You deserve this. You worked so hard.." I replied sincerely. He let my hand go and moved my hair off my forehead. Placing a gentle kiss. “Hobaa.. Sit up?”

“Mm? Sure thing love.” Hoseok obliged my request, full of confusion. Not a moment after I clung to him, placed atop his thighs facing him. Breathing in his sweet scent. Something filled with warmth. My arms enclosing him in a hug. He patted my hair before he did the same. Hoseok's slender hands resting at my back. There were no words spoken, just the feeling of love, comfort and warmth. Our bodies pressed against each other. Filling a longing that had been weighing us both down. Hoseok’s warm breath trailed down my neck. A fluttering of soft kissing trailing across it. My hands grabbed at the back of his hoodie, feeling the lean muscle. He paused his movement. Placing our foreheads together. “I missed you.”

“Me too..” His eyes flickered from my eyes to my lips. The sly look in his eye could easily tell what he was thinking. Though I flew backward toward the end of the bed. My form placed atop my legs, my hands tucked properly in front of me. Hoseok sat there wide eyed.

(Spice)

“I-i’m yours. You deserved to be spoiled… I won't stop you.” I stated my gaze toward the floor. From what I had seen, Hoseok's reaction was shock. Though once I returned his stare a pink dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Are you sure?” Hoseok questioned, a look of lust with an attempt of sincerity. Nodding back in response the bright colored hoodie he had been wearing was whisked off his lean form, along with his shirt. His skin glowing in the dim room light, my eyes wondering his form. Hoseok let out a little chuckle drawing my attention back up to his sweet eyes. “You just gonna sit there and stare?”

“N-no..”

“Take that off. And get your sweet butt over here!” Hoseok said, pointing to my top. Then gesturing to his lap. I did as he said though all the while I was nervous. His silent stare at my every movement. Crawling up to Hoseok’s lap from the end of the bed, both topless. My legs on either side of him, he hovered his hands on my hips. His eyes scanned my form. Then flickering from my lips to my eyes. “Wow. have you gotten more beautiful?”

“Hobiii!” I blushed, covering my face. He pulled my hands away, holding them between our chests. He crept closer to my lips with his. Finally meeting, soft kisses turned more harsh. My hands moved to rest on his shoulders. Hoseok’s snaking around my hips pulling me closer. Bareskin and warmth yet again. I could feel his smirk in the kiss. Pulling away he rested his forehead on mine, our breath slightly heavy. Looking into eachothers eyes. I moaned out at Hoseok's actions. He pulled my hips down rocking me back and forth. My hands flew to the sides of his face, resting slightly behind his ears. Slight groans escaped his lips as well as mine. A bulge was soon felt underneath my movement. Hoseok leaned into my neck leaving open mouth kisses. His soft lips leave trails of comfort and lustful craving.

“That cake was sweet. But I think this is sweeter.”

#jhope x reader #jhope #hoseok #hobi day #hope day #jhopeday #bts fic #bts x reader #bts fanfic #valentine #valentines day #birthday

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poog92 · 10 months

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Omg have never been so happy that ao3 is back up. After losing two amazing authors dew to negative people who have nothing better to do then pick on people and then the hacker attack. I am so glad to see ao3 back up. The amazing writers and fan fiction have gotten me thru some tough times. Just being able to sink in to the world's they create and not worry about reality for a bit. We stand strong and will not let small minded people tell us what is right and wrong. With so mean filters on ao3 if you don't like something then Don't interact with it. As for worried parents (oh this will turn my child gay ) take a good look at the emotional damage you are doing to your own child. Websites like A03 may be the only place they feel accpted by for who thay are. Web sites are not going to turn your child it is not a choice it is who they are. While I may not be in the lgbt community it has been so great over the last few year here in Oz to see how normalised it has become. We love who we love and we are who we are ( I apologise i know i haven't spelt lgbt right but it changes so often im not sure the right letters to use)

#ao3 stuff #ao3

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sopebubbles · 2 years

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Intro: Serendipity

Summary: Yn has her dream job as a producer for Run BTS, but when she breaks the number one rule - to not get involved with any of the members - her life will change forever.

Pairing: BTS!Jungkook x female producer!reader

Genres: idol au, smut (18+)

WC: 3k

Warnings: I use the f word a lot, drinking, unprotected sex, fingering, jk is kind of an ass

Disclaimer: this is entirely a work of fiction. Although this is BTS, I don't in any way believe the members or their company would ever act in this manner. It was just an idea I had for a story. Don't get mad at me.

Master list ->

You had to give yourself a hand. The idea for the staycation episode of Run BTS at Josun Palace Hotel had all been your idea. One that the hotel jumped at since the publicity they would get from the boys being there would be great for business. And since you'd already rented out the hotel rooms, most of the crew and the members had decided to stay the night. Only those who had families to go home to had decided to pass on what Yoongi had correctly identified as the hotel's famous bar.

You definitely did not fall into that camp, having been single for the last--well, long enough. It might be a stretch to say you're happily single, but you aren't unhappy, since it allowed you to focus on your career as an assistant producer for the show. You absolutely love working on the production, coming up with weird situations and games for the boys. Being the only female on the production team gives you an advantage in knowing what ARMYs want to see, which is basically as much of the boys being as cute and funny as possible. Not that the fact that you come up with the show's best concepts and work longer and harder than anyone else is making you even nearly as much money as any of your male counterparts, but that's the wage gap for you, and at least you get to do something you love.

Something else you love? Drinking those same male colleagues under the table. It's become something of a point of pride for you to be able to keep up with the boys at work, and you're putting them all to shame in the hotel bar. Good thing you've all got rooms upstairs. Some of the guys are having to double up, but since you're the only woman you've got a room all to yourself, and as another one of your colleagues drops his head to the table you're ready to use it.

Just one problem. You haven't been able to find your phone all night. And you're pretty sure you left it in Jeon Jeongguk's suite.

Namjoon and Seokjin had gone home hours ago to their families, eager to spend as much time as possible with them before they left for tour in a month. Hoseok had taken advantage of the hotel's spa amenities before going to bed early for his beauty sleep. Yoongi had actually gone down to the bar for a while and had a couple of glasses of whiskey with the crew before sinking into a blissful sleep. That was hours ago and now it's well past 2am.

Ordering a couple bottles of soju and beer up to Jeongguk's suite had been Jimin's idea. It was a poorly veiled attempt to keep him from going out to a club and preying on the locals. Taehyung decided to join in since his girlfriend was out of town for work anyway. It was a night for them to reconnect as bros, Jimin said.

It wasn't like they couldn't use it. As Tae had gotten more and more domestic with his girlfriend, not to mention the other two with their kids, and Yoongi spending more time producing, the boys had begun to drift a little. They still spent endless hours together working of course, but as the occupancy of the dorm thinned their bonding time grew less. With so many distractions in their lives on top of the pressures to continue to produce and perform as one of the top acts in the entire world, time to actually enjoy each other's company had severely diminished while the boys found other ways to relieve the pressure.

Jeongguk's favorite way to blow off steam over the last couple years was to go out, get drunk, and hook up with random women. As the reins of the company--and perhaps more importantly Namjoon's influence--had begun to loosen, Jeongguk became eager to destroy the impression that he was the baby of Bangtan. While he never did stop working hard, he no longer attempted to maintain a squeaky clean reputation. He was rather more gratified by ending up in the tabloids than dampened by a half-hearted lecture by Namjoon or the managers.

For his part, Jimin had been an early participant in Jeongguk's escapades, but he quickly tired of the idea of random hookups. He would have rather sought the kind of loving relationship other brothers had found, but no one caught his interest either. Nor did he appreciate the way the nights out affected his performance the next day-- something that somehow never slowed Jeongguk down. What he hated most though was going out with his friend only to go home alone.

A night of drinking and hanging out, just the three chaotic maknaes was exactly what was needed. It had gone fairly well, too. Everyone was happily toasted and ready for sleep when they'd reached the bottom of the soju bottle.

Jimin and Taehyung are just giddily stumbling their way from Jeongguk's suite, still laughing as they lean on each other just as you step out of the elevator. They both greet you warmly as they pass you in the hall.

You didn't want to disturb anyone, but you're glad that it seems Jeongguk is still awake. You had decided that if all was quiet on the top floor that you would wait to look for your phone until morning. Surely it's dead now anyway and won't bother anyone. But you're relieved that a hope remains of finding the device.

Seeing you come down the hall, Jeongguk decides to wait in the doorway, curious as to what could be bringing you in his direction since only the boys' rooms were down that way. You sway to the right as you make your way down the hallway but correct yourself just before you run into the wall. Your cheeks are tinged red from drinking and your hair is a bit out of sorts, but you smile brightly as you approach him.

"Jeon Jeongguk," you greet, using his full name in a formal manner as you always do, without making it seem like you're beneath him. You've always made the distinction that you work for HYBE, not them. You work together to produce Run BTS. You're colleagues, but you're also not friends.

"Y/n, you're always so formal. We've told you to stop that." He flashes you a smile he knows women find irresistible as he continues to lean in his door ways, muscular arms folded over an equally toned chest.

"Jeonggukie oppa!" You mock aegyo and he laughs.

"Yeah, you're right. That feels wrong," he laughs, not least because you're older than him. "What's up, Yn?" You don't notice the way his eyes appraise you, dragging over your curves. He never thinks about it much when you're working, but he admires your figure now.

You bow your head with a sigh. "I think I left my phone in your suite earlier. Have you seen it?"

Jeongguk smirks. He'd never meant to set a trap. In fact, he normally enjoys a bit more of a hunt, but either way, he is a predator. Jimin had deprived him of a meal tonight, but now it seems all is not lost.

"I haven't seen it." He has. "But you're welcome to come in and look."

"Ah, thank you Jeongguk-ssi." You smile up at him and he pushes the door open so that you have to pass underneath his arm, between his body and the door, to enter the room. In your state you think nothing of it and enter willingly. Jeongguk's smirk tilts upward as he catches a whiff of you passing by.

"Do you have any idea where you left it?" Jeongguk asks casually as you walk right by the shelf it's sitting on. He grabs the phone and slips it into his pocket.

"I don't know. I was all over here, really." You wander into the bedroom of the suite, not really thinking. You try to mentally retrace your steps, but it was so many drinks ago.

Jeongguk leans in the doorway and watches you bend over to look under the bed. Maybe it fell under there. Nope. "What about the living area?" he suggests and smiles innocently at you as you walk by, but makes no show of trying to help you look so you can get out of here quicker.

"Maybe," you hum as you wander to the couch. You flip all the cushions up and then place them neatly back in their spot. Then you stand in the middle of the living room, turning in a slow circle with a confused look on your face. Where could it be?

Jeongguk tries his best to hide his mischievous smile. "The last place would be over at the desk," he offers, still making no effort to even pretend to help look.

You shrug and sway your way past him once again to the side room where there's a desk and a dining table. He grins to himself once again as you bend over in front of him to check beneath the chairs and table. Seeing nothing on the floor, you go around the desk to check the elegantly decorated shelves behind, and Jeongguk follows you.

"Ah, is this it?" Jeongguk asks, and when you turn to him he's got your phone pinched between his fingers.

"That's it! Where did you find it?" you gasp.

"In my pocket," he grins cheekily.

You look up at him dumb founded. "What was it doing there?" It must be the alcohol making you this stupid.

Jeongguk shrugs. "I was just holding it for you, so I could bring you here," he tells you as he steps closer.

You swallow, watching him come toward you, his eyes intent on yours and just as glassy, too. "Why would you want me here?"

"You're very beautiful, Yn." You scoff at the non sequitur. "Really, Yn," he assures you, bringing his hand up to brush hair off your cheek. "We talk about it whenever we see you. You could've been an idol."

It's a line he uses on girls all the time, and even though you are pretty, he doesn't mean it in the slightest. But it's given him the chance to get even closer to you, and you're so shocked by the words that you hardly notice that he's pushed his body up against yours, pinning your backside to the desk that's behind you now. You haven't even taken your phone back from him. He sets it on the tabletop behind you and his lips hover a few inches from your face.

"You're drunk," you try to laugh, but it's just air leaving your mouth and you look down to his chest because that's less intimidating than looking at his face.

He won't let you get away that easily though, and he puts a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. "Sure, but I still know what I want, and that's you," he whispers low and you can feel his breath on your lips.

He's so overwhelming.

Hell, Jeon Jeongguk is overwhelming from across a room. And here he is pressing himself against your body, telling you you're beautiful and looking at you like he wants to absolutely devour you. Now his hand is on your hip, moving slowly but firmly toward your ass. And yeah, this is one hundred percent sexual harassment, but you're drunk and he's him and frankly it's been ages since anyone has touched you or looked at you like this. So it doesn't take much for you to melt, especially when Jeongguk presses his insanely soft lips to yours.

The hand on your ass pulls you toward his hips while his other hand comes up to cup the back of your head and brings your face closer to deepen the kiss. Your head tilts automatically to let your lips fit perfectly together. Maybe you can't remember the last time you felt like this, but your body remembers what to do. Your hands grab onto his hips just as you part your lips to let his tongue into your mouth. He moans at the taste of liquor on your tongue as it glides playfully against his. It makes a loud smacking sound when he pulls his mouth away from yours only to place his lips against the skin of your neck, just below your jaw and you think briefly of a vampire!jk x reader fic you read last week. Fuck. Once you're able to breathe in enough air you briefly return to your senses.

"Jeongguk, we can't," you pant as he presses his teeth into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck and you shiver.

"Why not?" He hums after sucking gently on the spot.

"Because… the company." You can hardly breathe, hardly think with the way his hot mouth melts your skin.

"I won't tell if you don't," Jeongguk promises, his voice warm and husky against your damp skin.

What remains of your rational mind loses to the alcohol and the feel of his large, tattooed hands on your thighs, making their way under the hem of your business casual dress, gripping you firmly to lift you up onto the edge of the desk. Your skirt rises all the way up to your hips as he makes room for his body between your legs, pushing them wide as you wrap around him. You raise your hands up to weave into the hair at the back of his head when he returns his lips to yours. One of the hands resting on your thighs inches closer to your core until his fingers stroke your clothed slit. He can feel the heat radiating from your center and he sucks on your bottom lip when your head tips back and you moan at his touch.

"No one will ever have to know," he assures you when he slips his fingers under your panties to feel you.

If you were sober you might feel embarrassed as the way you whine when his fingertips stroke your folds, but he smiles against your lips. He loves it. He probes his middle finger into your cunt and hums happily.

"You're so fucking tight, Yn," he remarks. "Mmm but you'll have to be a little more wet for me if you want to take my cock." He palms himself through the soft material of his sweats. "You want my cock, don't you?"

You should take more time to think about it. Never in your wildest dreams have you actually thought about fucking the real Jeongguk. Sure you've read your fair share of smutty fanfiction, but you'd never really imagined it before. But you don't take any time to think at all. You merely whisper yes as you rub your aching pussy into his palm.

"That's a good girl," he praises, keeping his hand pressed firmly against your core. He slips another finger inside, earning a small groan from you while you grind your clit needily against the heel of his tattooed hand. With one hand behind you on the table to steady yourself, the other grasps his neck and you pull his mouth to yours again. Jeongguk curls his fingers into your sweet spot, pleased to feel you get wetter around his fingers as you take what you need from him. You can feel the tension start to build in your lower abdomen and just as you start to clench around his two fingers he pulls them away.

"Fuck that's such a good pussy," he groans as you're left feeling a little annoyed at the sudden emptiness. "I need to feel you on my cock," he nearly growls.

Jeongguk pushes his shorts to the floor and lets them pool around his ankles before he reaches to your hips and clutches at the smooth fabric of your panties. He doesn't make a meal out of removing them, opting instead to pull them quickly and harshly down your legs and leave them on the floor. Then he grabs under your knees and positions your legs so they're spread wide with your ass and your heels all perched at the edge of the desk.

"Fuck, that's so pretty, Yn," he compliments quietly as he takes you in, stroking his cock. You lick your fingertips and reach down to rub circles around your perky nub, giving him more to look at. He groans softly, his hips pushing involuntarily forward, fucking into his own hand. He's seen enough. Now he needs to feel you. "Keep rubbing your clit, gorgeous," he instructs you as he lines up at your entrance. He pushes into you slowly, and you cry out, but he doesn't wait at all before he starts to move back and in again.

You let go so you can grip the bottom of his shirt and pull it roughly over his head. You're only gonna get one shot at getting fucked by Jeon Jeongguk, you might as well get your money's worth and enjoy the whole show, especially if you're gonna have to get yourself off. Not that he minds at all. He loves the way your eyes drag up his body from his cock that's fucking into you, over his washboard abs and bulging pectoral muscles before raking down his right arm covered in beautiful art. No he doesn't mind at all. He just buries himself in you.

"Fuck, I knew you'd feel incredible," he mutters to himself. "Don't think I've ever felt a pussy this tight."

You pull your dress over your head yourself, because fuck you're just that desperate to have his skin on yours. You give him an encouraging look when he lifts his hands to grope your breasts and your own hand returns to stroking your clit. With more than enough stimuli in front of you and his thumb on your nipple intensifying the white hot electricity filling your body, it's a matter of minutes before you're pulsing around him, crying out senselessly as your orgasm crashes through you.

The moment your walls cease throbbing around his hard member, he pulls out and pulls you off the desktop as well, your feet just catching you. Luckily you've just enough strength in your legs to keep you from falling. Jeongguk spins you around so you're facing away from him and bends you over the table. Quickly, he's filling you with his length once again and it feels like there's more of him this time. Harder, longer, thicker as he plows into your soft warm pussy. The wet squelching sounds of his fast, needy thrusts into your depths fill the room along with your heavy breathing as you can do nothing but hold onto the desk and let Jeongguk have you, your breasts and tummy pressed flat against the cool table. His fingers dig into your fleshy hips as he rails you, desperately chasing his high while he once again admires your curvaceous ass. He forgets himself, losing sight of the fact that he didn't bother with a condom, and it's not long before he blows hot white cum against your walls, filling you up.

Jeongguk gives a few slow pumps before he's completely finished. Then he takes a step back in the small space available and after a deep breath, bends over to raise up his shorts to cover his lower half. You don't move until he clears his throat. The air in the room that was hot and humid with lust just a moment ago seems to have suddenly gone cold. You place your palms on either side of your chest and push yourself up to standing once again, but then you are still, feeling his eyes on your naked back.

"You should probably leave, so no one catches you here," he says quietly but firmly, running a hand through his dark hair.

His words have a wave of shame suddenly washing over you. Clearly he's got what he wanted and now it's time for you to leave. That's for the best, you think. Without turning, you reach for the dress you left on the desk and slip it back down your body. Then you grab your phone and slip your feet into your flats, and you turn to leave. You only make it a few steps before he calls you back.

"Yn?"

You turn sheepishly in his direction and see him right himself after bending over.

"Don't forget these," he tells you, extending your underwear to you.

Anxiously you snatch them from his hand and scurry out of the room, already feeling his cum dripping past your entrance. You jump when you hear the door close heavily behind you, but you've already made it some distance down the hall. You hardly breathe until you're in your own room and then you throw yourself on the bed.

What the fuck have you just done?

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The Age of Sims 2.4 - Part 42 - “Desert Night”

"What a night." He commented when he saw the fullness of the moon.

"Hope there's no werewolves out tonight."

"There's no such thing as werewolves." He was direct right before finding a seat. She took a seat next to him and looked towards the sky as he was. "That's just folklore."

"Ah... I forgot -- you aren't a fan of the supernatural." She thought back to Nina's honeymoon trip to the Brooks Manor. "Do you like science fiction?"

"It's not the same thing." He glanced at her. "I mean -- it sounds like it would be the same thing, but it isn't... and sometimes I like it if it's done well."

Silence fell between them before he decided to ask her what she thought.

"How about you? Why do you like the supernatural?"

"I don't really, I just always believed that there was more to life than what could be explained." She shrugged, continuing to look at the moon. "I was raised in the church and as soon as I could decide for myself, I decided never to go back... but I never stopped believing in some things and I continued to understand where people were coming from when they spoke of spirituality."

He thought back to this childhood at that very moment.

"My mother made us go to church when we were younger, but I never really took too much of it seriously. I think she made us go more for my older brother..." He sighed around a chuckle. "That guy... he was hell."

She never heard him mention his family outside of his standing friendship with his ex-wife and his nephews. "I didn't know you had a brother." He nodded. "Does he live nearby?"

"Nah. We agreed when we were much younger that we would never live close to one another just so we could keep our relationship in good graces."

She nodded. "Do you see him from time to time?"

"I haven't seen him in about seven or eight years... just haven't found the time."

"Is he a scientist, too?"

"Are you kidding me? He got kicked out of school so many times it was a miracle that he was able to graduate. I can still remember my mother's expression when he accepted his diploma. What should have been proudness had been relief. I think she slept more sound since that day forward."

Her lips held a small smile as he continued for a few minutes more before he transitioned into talking about the stars above, the full moon, and everything that the solar system had to offer -- and he lost her from the get go, but decided she liked listening to his voice and did her best to remember what she could.

After some more time he asked her a question to break his talking streak, but she didn't answer. He asked again and this time she realized he was in fact asking her a question.

“What am I supposed to be looking at exactly?”

“Where’d I lose you?”

“…from the beginning…”

"Gee -- am I really that boring?" His tone sarcastic.

"No!" She insisted around a laugh. "I am serious, I just... it's a lot to take in. I don't know anything about the solar system. Could you repeat your question?"

"I did -- twice." He grumbled, shaking his head. "I really should watch what I say... science stuff isn't exactly romantic."

"I didn't know you were trying to be romantic."

"See what I mean?"

He rolled his eyes all while kicking himself for sinking so far into a science monologue like he was at one of the many seminars he had been through throughout his life -- and not realizing that there were better things to say and to do.

"Are you cold?" He asked, knowing the desert always had a chance of growing much cooler at night, especially in the winter time -- and trying to give himself some room to change gears.

She leaned in closer so their shoulders were touching, not really cold but starting to understand what he meant when he asked her certain questions. He wasn't exactly easy to read and his way of doing things were so incredibly practical that it hardly left room to imagine he meant anything else... even when he did.

He leaned to say into her ear to thank her, grateful that she noticed he was trying to bring things around after running his mouth much longer than he should have.

After pulling away she found him staring back at her.

"I'm a little warmer now."

"You could stand to get a little warmer, it's okay." He muttered before pulling her close and muffling her laughs.

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 4

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter devastation. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Pairing- Chris Hems x Reader x Liam Hems

Word count- 2,211

Warnings- Smut, swearing, angst, cheating

18+ Only!!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 29th June 2021

Taglist:- @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings @longlostinanotherworld

>The Destructive Secret Masterlist<

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

You could cut the tension in the room with a knife, silence so acute you could hear a pin drop. Liam waiting for an answer, Chris looking at his feet and you looking visibly anxious. Chris had drank way too much and now he was about to let all of your secrets loose. This isn't the way you want Liam to find out, surely Chris wouldn't be so cruel.

"I suppose you're not gonna tell me who it is?"

"Not just yet, see how we go." He looked at you, if he so much as even looked slightly smug you would have slapped him right across his face. Instead you could see the hurt in his eyes, tears welling in the corners. You're both faced with an impossible dilemma, Chris wants you all to himself but doesn't want to lose his brother in the process and you want it all over and done with but don't want to hurt Liam. The latter of both is inevitable but you would take all the blame just so Chris didn't have to lose his brother, given the choice you would lose them both just so that didn't happen.

"Well on that note, I need to go to bed. I've gotta be up early in the morning." You avoid Chris' gaze, you're angry with him but you don't want to cause him more pain.

"Yeah me too. I better get going. Thank you for dinner Y/N, it was lovely."

You risk a short glance at him, you're eyes softening when they meet. The moment broken when Liam speaks, reminding you where you are and who you're with right at this moment in time.

"Are you for real? You're really going to drop a bombshell like that and then leave? Fuck man." Liam runs his hand through his hair, letting air out of his cheeks exasperatedly.

"Sorry bro, I'll save the excitement for another night. I've said too much already." Chris apologises with his eyes as he passes you, his hands twitching by his side's with the need to touch you.

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The next morning when you wake, your heart sinks knowing all the turmoil you're going to have to go through just to make it to the hotel without being spotted. All the messing about and hiding you have to do, checking in under a false name at different times. Making sure nobody follows you to the hotel and especially no one follows Chris. Getting caught checking into the same hotel would be dreadful, it wouldn't take a genius for the press to put two and two together, they wouldn't even care if it was true or not as long as they sold copies.

"Right babe, I'm ready to go." You pull your suitcase towards the door, stopping to wrap your arms around Liam.

"Have a good time, I'll see you soon." Wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and lifting your feet from the ground in a squeezy hug. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too, bye babe."

"Bye. Love you. Let me know when you get checked in." He kisses you goodbye before watching you leave.

"Will do, Love you." You say over your shoulder, climbing into your silver, Audi convertible.

This is the part you hate the most, the part that made you question whether it was all worth it. It was, of course or you wouldn't be doing it, you wouldn't put yourself through having to pretend to be somebody else and praying your not caught by anyone. It only takes one person to notice you and Chris in the same hotel and it's over. You imagine having an affair is hard work whatever your circumstances but when your boyfriend and your lover are as famous as they are it becomes impossible. It's terrifying.

You spent the car journey constantly checking your mirrors and making sure you weren't being followed. A huge sunhat and even bigger sunglasses covering your face as your heart beated faster than you thought was possible. A couple of laps around the hotel, making doubly sure you weren't being followed before you finally pulled into the carpark.

You had to constantly think, you couldn't let your guard drop for even a moment and it was exhausting. You were ready for it to be over and done with now, this just isn't fun anymore. Maybe you could run away together and start a new life somewhere else. Which one would you pick though? Who are you ready to give up? Would there even be an option to choose? Would Liam even be willing to forgive you if he knew you were sleeping with his brother? In love with his brother.

Your heart beating out of your chest, your fight or flight well and truly kicking in now as you walk up to the front desk. If there's any recognition in the receptionists eyes you're ready to turn right around and leave. The girl behind the desk, with long blonde hair has her eyes on the computer In front of her, thankfully not paying you much attention as you stand and wait for her to finish.

"Hi I'd like to book a room for two nights please." You stutter nervously, subconsciously checking over your shoulder while you spoke.

"Of course, is it just for yourself?"

"Yes please, I'm just here for a work conference. I'd like a double bed if possible though, I haven't been able to sleep in a single since I was young." You giggle nervously, embarrassed that you'd told her information she isn't even slightly interested in.

"No problem, I'll see what I have for you." Her eyes barely left her computer as she spoke, she definitely didn't recognise you. The tension in your muscles relaxed a little as your eyes scanned the lobby.

"What name is it please?" She asked, one of the moments you'd been dreading. You hate lying but luckily you'd already come up with the fake name you were using, one you'd already used many times before in the exact same situation. It never gets any easier.

"Jessica Crawley." The names tumbled from your lips, names that had absolutely no meaning to you.

"Room 101, floor 5. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No thank you, that's great." The overwhelming feeling of relief at completing step one without any problems, rushes over you. Adrenaline spiking, making your legs feel like jelly.

"You're welcome, enjoy your stay. Don't hesitate to let me know if you have any questions." The girl says, smiling sweetly at you before going back to her work.

The elevator seemed to take forever to make its way down to you, your feet shuffling as you watched the numbers above the door, counting down. The overwhelming need to get to privacy and away from the many prying eyes of the people in the lobby was severe. Most were business men and women, that were so consumed in themselves they weren't paying special attention to anyone around them. There were also young couples, making their way through the lobby, probably on their way for lunch but the people that worried you the most were the random loners sat in the armchairs scattered around the lobby. They'd chosen the perfect place to watch, some pretending to read newspapers while their eyes discreetly scanned over the top.

They were much more inquisitive, much like yourself they paid more attention to the people around them. People watchers you liked to call them, these are the sorts of people that make you nervous. They see everything, noticing any minor details, you'd spent a lifetime perfecting 'people watching' which is how you knew to be wary. You could pretty much judge a person's personality just by watching them for a couple of minutes. If anyone was to spot you it would be one of these people. You felt thankful you weren't Chris, there is absolutely no way he was going to make it to the elevator without being seen at least once.

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Chris didn't feel quite as nervous as you, this was a every day occurance in his life, avoiding paparazzi was near impossible for him. As long as you weren't seen going in to the hotel then it wouldn't matter about him being seen. Still, he'd worn his baseball cap and sunglasses to at least try and hide his identity. He wasn't nervous about being seen but more about having to face you after his fuck up last night. Now that thought was way more intimidating to him.

Casually strolling into the hotel, he tried to ignore the whispers of the people around him. People questioning if it was really him, young girls barely out of high school giggling at the sight of him. Chris quietly prayed that he would make it up to the room without anyone asking for a photo, not that he usually minded but today all he wanted was to spend every possible minute with you as he could.

The receptionist tried to make a fuss when his identity was confirmed during check in. The pale skin of the same blonde girl who'd checked you in, had turned a rather bright shade of red when she heard Chris' sexy Australian accent. You wouldn't blame her, it still makes you swoon whenever you heard him speak.

"I'm fine honestly, I don't want any special treatment. Actually if I could get away with going completely unnoticed during my stay, I will speak to your boss myself and tell them how accomodating you'd been."

"Oh wow, really? Thank you so much Mr Hemsworth. I will make sure nobody bothers you and if you need anything at all just give me a call, I'll make sure you won't have to leave your room for anything." Chris smiled, pretending not to notice how she seemed to be flirting with him, badly. Tossing her hair over shoulder as she insinuated not so subtly for him to let her know if he wanted any 'special' treatment. Again, you don't blame the girl, infact you would've commended her confidence.

She handed over the keys to the penthouse, watching bright eyed as he walked to the elevator, pulling out his phone as he stepped straight in.

"Hi babe, I've booked the penthouse suite, meet me up there?" Smiling a tight lipped smile at the girl behind the desk, who was still watching him intently as the elevator doors closed.

"Ok, it isn't very inconspicuous staying in the penthouse is it?" You shouldn't be surprised, he does it everytime. You remember the first time you ever saw a penthouse and how amazed you were that it was actually bigger than your own home at the time. That was a memory you shared with Liam, all of your first times had been with Liam, the thought made your heart sink.

"I mean they knew who I was as soon as I walked in, I think it would look more suspicious if I didn't stay in a suite." Chris answered, pulling you from your thoughts.

"I suppose that's true, I'll be up soon." You could hear the sadness in your voice, something you had to snap out of before meeting Chris.

"Good because I can't wait to get my hands on you."

Sinking back onto the spongey mattress of your bed, tiredness washing over you already. The mental exhaustion of constantly having to play games and be on your guard at all times, catching up to you as you're finally alone.

Maybe that's what you need afterall, a chance to be alone to gather your thoughts, to workout your own needs and wants without spreading your attention between the two brothers.

You make a mental list of the pros and cons of both of them knowing deep down if Liam were the one for you, you'd have never have looked twice at Chris. They were so similar in a lot of ways but completely different in others.

Liam was the sweetest man you knew, so gentle and caring, attentive to your every whim and being so young when you first got together he was everything you were looking for.

Now being a woman that has gone through so much trauma in her life that had tainted your soul, darkened it with a lust for more.

Then Chris came along, he was still sweet and caring but less attentive to your needs unless it was in the bedroom. He was cheeky and funny, drop dead gorgeous and oozing manliness effortlessly. He was fire and passion. He was more.

If you let yourself admit it, you wanted excitement, which is how you ended up here in the first place. You didn't want perfect anymore, you wanted a man who could do wrong and then make up for it in the most fulfilling way he knew how. Just thinking about it made your pulse race, Chris had put you through hell last night and now it was time for payback. You imagined Chris only a couple of floors above you, worried about the way you were going to act when you saw him and lord knows how much you're going to make him sweat.

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